People always ask me the same question:
“How do you do what you do?”
And every time, I give them the same answer:
I honestly have no idea.
I just vibe. ✨
Today’s story is about Moshe — and what coincidences, spiritual connections, and freaky timing are really all about.
☕ The First Encounter – Before the World Changed
Seven years ago, long before COVID and before I even knew what gluten-free meant, I randomly walked into a tiny, worn-out coffee shop. Far from home. No idea why I went there. Zero expectations.
And then, Moshe walked in.
We started chatting like long-lost friends reunited by fate.
We talked about home, family, Israel. 🕍
We talked about spirituality, religion, and—yes—spies. 🕵️♂️
At the time, I was working in a place heavily infiltrated by organized crime. Not even exaggerating. It was like a real-life spy movie—minus the cool gadgets. Lots of people with secrets. And Moshe? He fit right in.
To this day, I still don’t know if our meeting was a pure coincidence, or if Moshe had actually targeted me. 🧐
I believe it was the second one.
🧠 Forgotten… Until Today
I eventually forgot about Moshe and his strange energy. I forgot how he wanted to shake my hand immediately after my first sip of chai.
I left. Life .
Until today. 🌞
I was just walking down the street, looking for a natural juice spot (gut health is real, okay), and I stepped into this random, quiet place. I glanced up…
👀 And there he was.
Moshe.
His picture — plastered on the wall. Smiling. Big Jewish nose. Just beaming at me across the room like,
“Told you I’d be back.”
I almost dropped my green spirulina smoothie.
This wasn’t even the same neighborhood. Not even close.
But there he was — again. Like a glitch in the matrix.
✍️ The Weirdness of It All
I ran to find a place to sit and write this. Because what the actual universe is going on?
How can two people cross paths in random, distant places with zero planning and zero awareness?
I didn’t know Moshe had ever been here. Heck, I barely remembered him until today.
But the moment I saw his face, the memories rushed back.
And I smiled. 😊
Back then, Moshe was Israel to me. His stories. His mystery. His vibe.
Now, he’s become a recurring memory in this weird life of signs and coincidences.
✡️ Who Is Moshe?
Seriously, Moshe —
What do you do for a living?
Because you keep popping up in places like some spiritual Where’s Waldo.
Let’s break this down:
🕎 The Hebrew name “Moshe” (מֹשֶׁה) comes from the verb “mashah” — to draw out or pull out. In Exodus, Moses was pulled from the Nile by Pharaoh’s daughter. He later pulled his people out of slavery.
So I ask you now, Moshe:
Will you pull me out from Hell?
Out of this mess, out of this chaos, out of the spiritual confusion I live in?
Because somehow, through strange stores and forgotten memories,
our paths keep crossing.
🌌 Final Thoughts
Some people walk into your life, sip your chai, and disappear.
Others haunt your smoothies.
And some—like Moshe—just keep showing up, reminding you that maybe… just maybe… nothing is random.