What's Your PCW?

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What's Your PCW?

What's Your PCW to God?

Here are some true experiences about discovering Personal Connector Words (PCW's) to God submitted by visitors to this site. Why not complete the form on the bottom of the page and tell us about yours?

From Myron, United States, Maryland

Well for me i have been seeing the number 106 for 3-4 years which is my b-day and when i first notice this it was there like everyday nonstop any and every where. It freak me out in the begining because i didnt think i was going to make it to my b-day alive as if it was a calling on my life to get ready for death, but 4years later im still here. at the end of the day its not a word but rather a number which i know is my birthday, but dont truly understand why i see it so many times still.. i mean iv'e always knew what my b-day number was obviously but this wierd thing that started back 3-4 years ago whith this number i still dont know what it truly mean but i'll ride with it... thank you..., MJ

From Victoria, United States, San Diego, CA January 2009

Well, it isn't just one word for me. It's more like random little, or big "coincidences" that I started really paying attention to about a year ago, though now when i think back it's been happening my whole life, even at times when i didn't believe in God at all, he totally had my back. It would take me forever to type it all here but i'll give some examples :) this one is even before i believed in God or even thought it was anything special but, my mom passed away a couple years ago and me being only 16 at the time i really wanted anything to fill that hole, my friend erica has a small dog that she takes with her everywhere so i thought maybe ill get a little dog, something to love and take my mind of things, but the problem is dogs cost alot of money, specially the kind i wanted wich was a toy poodle, i got kinda hooked on the thought of having a toy poodle, i would think all the time about it even though my dad said no because of the cost and everything, but i had my mind set... one day i asked my dad if we could just go look at puppies at a pet store, because i was going to get some money in a few months and i could come back and get one, but i wanted to see one now cause thats how i am i guess, anyway we go to this mall, far away from where i live, like a 40 minute drive, and we go to the pet shop and im looking at toy poodles and of corse, i fall totally in love and freak out and come up with a plan right then and there to get a loan from a bank cause i want one now, maybe since im getting the money for it soon, theyll give me a loan, so we walk to the nearest bank, a wells fargo in the parking lot of the mall. it's almost closing, there are 3 bankers working, the one i HAPPEN to talk to is a nice mexican lady, she sits us down and we talk about it, she makes some calls but sadly they cant loan money to me. me and my dad are up and leaving when the lady says ".... what kind of dog was it you were gonna get?" I replied, "Toy poodle." and she goes, "... umm, i have a 6 month old toy poodle at home that i don't have time for and i was looking to sell her soon anyway, I have to talk to my sister about it but i'm pretty sure you can have her.. for free." That dog is pretty much the most special, intelligent, deep, full of personality animals ive ever had the pleasure of knowing.. i mean the perfect best friend for me, not a typical dog, so so special, i believe I was given to her just as much as she was given to me by God. she has her own little life, and she needed me at the time too, she was not being paid attention to, she was living with people who were gone all day at work, and then out at night cause they were young, she needed me, it was so beautiful. That is only one of the hundreds of examples of little and big things that God has straight up set up for me. some of them are words, like georgia, but its like instead of a connector word, its a connector everything :) theres this certain killers song that always comes on when im in the car with my brother on certain part of a certain road, he points it out every time and trips out a little but when i explain that its god he gets really quiet and brushes me off, even still though God puts that song on for him, he's the one who always notices, God still wants him to know and i love it, :) I'll look at the tv and see three six mafia performing a song that i love but havnt heard or thought of in a long time, then i'll turn on the radio 5 mins later and itll be on :) and i just smile.... sometimes i cry cause im so happy, but i always say thank you God, or I love you too God. cause i know it's him.. and it seriously happens all the time, every day,,, and i've never felt a better feeling. He puts songs that relate to exactly what im feeling on the radio at the perfect time... and shows, and people that are going through similar problems as me, or who like the same music i do.. like the exact same music, down to a song that week that i seem to love alot, someone will request me on myspace who doesnt know my music and cant see it and ill see that their page has that song... just everything like that. he showed me to this page, and your video, and he guides me to songs that relate to this, songs that relate to truly knowing God and just personal things that i truly care about, he makes sure i hear them... ill randomly go to peoples houses and theyll be watching only movies that have deep life meanings that no one else in the room even gets but me and its directly related to keeping your faith (like the movie 1408), or the butterfly effect wich is about acceptance and knowing that you cant play God or youll mess everything up cause youre not god, everything is how its supposed to be, but no one else in the room even gets that part, they just see ashton kutcher and intense visuals.. God wanted me to see it though.. cause i get it and appreciate it :) ahhh life is so beauituful. i'm only 19 years old and God wants me to know that EVERYTHING is okay. truly, truly okay. More okay then i could have ever imagined. I am so lucky, everyone else on here is so lucky too. there are many many, (the majority) of people do not know that everything is okay like we do, people die every minute not knowing what we do, and i thank the good Lord every day that i'm one of the lucky ones.

"When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky."
- Buddha

From Jill, United States, Sewickley, PA

I have been familiar with this concept for a while now, but haven't really found anything that "stuck" with me until just recently. Almost each day when I would leave for work in the morning, there would be a large truck sitting in traffic that said "Dark Horse" on the side. It caught my attention each time, and I began to expect it each morning. If not, I would say to myself, "Where is my dark horse?" And I don't even like horses. Now it comes at different times - THE STRANGEST TIMES - passing old rocking horses on the side of the road, radio conversations about horses--it won't stop! I often burst into laughter and a smile when it appears out of nowhere, like a little secret joke with myself. Mostly, it is very comforting.

From Nick, United States, Brooklyn, NY

Well.. it started 1 year ago but its not just 1 word 4 me.
it usuly comes thrue the radio (not always)examples.. (1) im playing card game on my phone and i get 6 & 2 the radio will at that sec.say ny beat nj 6-2 (2) im stoped by red light and i see a truck belonging to a sign company example (NEON SINGS) 4 no aparent reason my eyes are focused on the truck at that moment my pasengers start talking about hints and signs
(3) sitting in my car my toes start itching i start scraching (they almost never itch) at that sec i hear the song 4 first or second time..It starts in my toes and I crinkle my nose (song bubly by Colbie Callait)..... these are just few of many examples. anyway im happy to know im not alone with this situation (my speling is bad i know my first language is not english)

From Joyce, United States, California, PA

My word "Boston" has been with me for so many years now that I honestly can't remember exactly when it started. I remember listening to the woman who made this website explaining the concept to me and wondering if I could be lucky enough to find that word that would personally connect me to my Creator. I was going through a very difficult time with my health and with work stresses at the time. I felt lost and so alone. I was full of fear. At some level I knew that God would never abandon me but I was feeling so disconnected from Him and everyone else. I have always attended Mass weekly and prayed daily - and still do. I tried to "hear" from Him but nothing seemed to be coming through. I must admit I was quite skeptical at first. I figured you could create any sequence of events if you just kept looking for a word or a phrase long enough. I didn't believe I could find a word, or really hear from Him, so I didn't. I remember the woman who made this website asking me one day what city I would love to visit that would lift my spirits. Without thinking, the word "Boston" came out of my mouth. It surprised even me. I had never been there (at that time) but always thought it was a place I wanted to see. I felt so drawn there but had no idea why. I remember she just looked at me and smiled. Within hours the word seemed to surround me! I turned on the TV and it was an advertisement for travels to "Boston"! I picked up a novel and the first paragraph described the city where the story was based - "Boston"....songs on the radio, conference brochures, people telling me about relatives in Boston, and on and on and on. For quite a period of time I felt like I couldn't escape it no matter how much I tried to ignore it. It always appeared when I felt sad, or alone, or in pain. I would pray for strength and grace and within literally minutes some reference to "Boston" would appear out of nowhere. I've now learned that God is there and willing to "connect" with me whenever I'm willing to listen. Sometimes months pass when I don't "notice" or "receive" the Boston message. As I look back on those times it is when I'm trying to do it on my own without His help, and we all know that never works out in the end! My "Boston" sightings have increased recently and it gives me great comfort to know that I'm never alone and that His grace and love is available to me at all times.

From Karen, United States, Pittsburgh, PA

In the summer of 2004, I learned about the concept of a Personal Connector Word to God. I listened with interest, but secretly thought, "This doesn't make a bit of sense." Since I pride myself on being practical and logical, I dismissed it. In November, I was at a conference in Miami, Florida, and I heard the expression, "elephant in the room, " for the first time. On the way home, I was reading a novel, and you guessed it, I read, "elephant in the room." When I landed in Pittsburgh, I looked up to see a circus sign with an elephant on it. Could it be? Three references in a week that jumped out at me--could elephant be "my word?" Months later, I was going through some personal struggles. My mother was very ill and our family feared the outcome. I stood in my kitchen and decided to make myself some tea. I opened the box and a Red Rose Tea elephant appeared. I knew God was communicating with me, and it gave me comfort. In the years since there have been hundreds of examples. I remember anxiety at an important meeting; as I waited and glanced through a magazine, there was a story about elephants. It gave me confidence and again, made me smile. We now laugh that it took something as big as an elephant to convince me that we do in fact have a personal connector word to God. Rarely a day goes by that I don't see or hear a reference to an elephant. Earlier this year, my husband had open heart surgery, my granddaughter had tuberculosis, and my mother was ill once again. I like to say, "the elephants stampeded." I had references of elephants from radio to television to magazines to personal conversation. But what I know is that those references were not coincidences--they were God telling me that everything would be alright. I can't describe the comfort it gives me. My mother and daughter have found their words, and I watch them smile when the reference is made. Find your personal connector word, and you will have your own personal connection to God.

From Marge, United States, Bradenton, FL

I worked as a nurse manager in a large nursing home for many years in the Bronx. I had dealings with all levels and nationalities of staff (we prided ourself on over 90) when I did training. I am not sure when I noticed that nurses from India always seemed to be smiling and giving me gifts for no reason. I don't know why but I sensed there was an

affinity/spiritual thing I could not explain (I used to laugh and think maybe I was Indian in another life). One day a colleague at work (who was not Indian) spoke highly of a Dr. Bat, a GYN who was so great that he prevented her having a hysterectomy. She was a religious person and always bragging about this Dr.Bat, Dr.Bat. I was shocked a short time later when my GYN told me that some cysts in my ovaries had not shrunk enough and I might need surgery. I knew I needed a 2nd opinion. I went to work and when the evening manager came to relieve me (she is Indian), she apologized for being late and spoke of her other job at St. Joe's Hospital. That's where Dr. Bat was! That's where this manager worked as a charge nurse as a second job--the outpatient surgery wing. I knew that Dr. Bat would be kind, thorough and trustworthy even before I made the appointment. But, it wasn't until I got to his office that I found out "Bat" was short for a long Indian name! I hadn't known he was Indian. Here I had been directed to an Indian man to guide me through a tough time. A time of fear and anxiety. And, he did the surgery and all went well! Since that time 7 yrs ago, Indian men show up for me in unusual places and ways. I went on a tour to Italy with a group from rural Pennsylvania and there was an older Indian couple on the tour; and wherever I went, the Indian man went. In the Sistine Chapel, where there are hundreds of spaces to sit on benches to look up at the ceiling--and all the spaces seemed to be taken--I secured an open spot. We all sat crowded, in awe of the ceiling. Suddenly, the person sitting next to me got up and, sure enough, the Indian man from the tour spied the spot and sat right next to me! There were thousands of people in there, but a spot next to me opened up and there he was! I couldn't forget the guy if I tried, because he is literally in many of my Italy pictures in the background! After these two curious encounters with Indian men, it made me aware of the strange coincidence of "Indian men" and me. That's when I started noticing it, more and more. Indian men started coming into my space or line of vision in the most unusual ways........and many times when I am stressed or unsure of myself. Most recently I was driving in New Mexico and got lost. I stopped and went into a gas station in the middle of nowhere. I almost laughed out loud when I saw a young Indian man behind the counter. I knew God was with me, and I'd get out of my predicament. I did. This year when we landed in Geneva for a Swiss tour, and there was no tour director there to meet us, the anxiety started to set in. Like clockwork, a group of Indians came through the gate, smiling, and mulled around us. I knew it was a sign from the universe that all is well! Chill out and enjoy! And sure enough, our tour director came striding toward us in a few minutes. So, I guess my PCW is "Indian men." A strange one to be sure, but a very comforting one!

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