One incident involved a magazine with a picture
of a fox cub; now I can add an anecdote involving two adult foxes.
I have only ever seen live foxes on two occasions, and in both cases unseen influences appear to have been at work.
I have only ever seen live foxes on two occasions, and in both cases unseen influences appear to have been at work.
The first encounter happened many years ago,
shortly after I saw a beautiful fox in a TV advertisement - for whisky if I
remember correctly - and realised that I had never seen a fox in real life,
apart from a dead one by the side of the road which was probably left there by
a motorist who had hit and killed it.
I used to take my washing to a launderette on
a busy main road and go for local walkabouts while the wash was in progress. I
favoured a circular route for which the timing was perfect. It took in a public
garden and some interesting buildings and back streets.
On this occasion, I was walking through a narrow
alleyway past a church when I saw a big fox in the garden outside the church. I
could hardly believe what I was seeing. The fox came very close to me although
he wouldn’t let me touch him, so I was able to get a very good look at him. He
was a very good specimen, although obviously not perfectly groomed like the
tame fox in the advertisement. I stayed with him for a long time, until he
suddenly got moving and jumped on top of a fence then down into another garden.
The second incident happened a few days ago,
shortly after I had been thinking about the first incident. I went out with the
intention of shopping very locally, but suddenly changed my mind and went on a
long bus ride to a shop I favour. I intended to go straight into the shop, but suddenly
changed my mind and went for a short walk in a public garden instead.
I was amazed to see a big fox there; he was
busy burying some bones and scraps of food, oblivious to the nearby heavy
traffic and the passers-by. I watched him
for a long time before he decided to move on.
Clues to causes
When something unpleasant happens, I have
learned to go through the list of usual suspects and work backwards to the
cause. I may have been in contact with an energy vampire or had a jarring shock
for example.
It is the same with unusual but welcome incidents
such as the fox encounters. I look for features such as wishing for something, thinking
about a similar incident from the past and following inner promptings.
Seeing something interesting on TV and reacting
automatically from a deep level is an element in many anecdotes involving
synchronicity, coincidences and good timing, as is thinking about previous events
and acting on inclinations to go somewhere.
Sometimes I feel paranoid because I think
that the unpleasant incidents are arranged by evil forces to sabotage my life.
Sometimes I get feelings of positive paranoia
because I think that something benevolent is arranging incidents for my
benefit.
Maybe it is just all a meaningless coincidence.
A fox on a fence:
