Flow is being in the right place at the right time,
doing the right thing with our lives.

The Power of Flow, p. 37

   I had moved to Paris and I had written to my mother and sister and sent my new address. They got to Paris and discovered they didn't have the letter, and no one knew where it was or I was. A day later, I walked into this restaurant -- and sitting right there were my mother and sister.

 A.M. Nicholson, New York
 

We had just moved to Berkeley, and we went to a choral concert at the University one evening. In the program were the names of all the choral members, and one name was "Michael Zimmermann." Michael Zimmermann was the boy I had been madly in love with in high school in New York. I got really excited. When we got home, I wrote a note to Michael Zimmermann care of the Music Department and sent it off. Two nights later, at about twilight, I suddenly knew I had to take a walk with the baby. Well, you know, a young mother doesn't take a walk when it is starting to get dark, but I had to. And I went in a direction that I normally don't go. Which took me out to one of the big arterial streets in Berkeley. And I was walking along and there was Michael Zimmermann! I said, "Michael, I saw your name at the concert the other night. I'm so glad that I ran into you." And he said, "What concert? I just arrived in Berkeley, and was stopping off to get something to eat. I've never been here before." It was another Michael Zimmermann. They had just come in, had just parked the car and were going into a store to get something to eat when I walked up!

 Carolyn North, Berkeley, California
 

I had began a long distance relationship with an "old flame" from high school.  He lives in Dallas and I live in Tulsa.  We had a short romance in 1976, met up again in 1985 and then again for the third time in 2002.  At first we just corresponded via email for about three months.  I had planned a trip to Dallas to visit a girlfriend during the New Year (2003) holiday and he and I agreed to meet while I was there.  I was VERY nervous about seeing him again after 17 years.  During the plane ride on my way to Dallas, I got to know a very nice lady that sat next to me.  She was so engaging and friendly that I forgot all about my nervousness.  The meeting with the old flame went very well.  It was a very romantic encounter.  He ended up taking me to the airport for my flight home.  As I waited for my flight to take off, an announcement was made telling us that they canceled our flight and we would be put on a later flight.  I waited about 3 hours until the next flight, boarded the plane and was looking for a place to sit when I noticed an empty seat next to, guess who?  The same lady I sat next to on the way down.  We had a nice chat, commented on what a coincidence it was, arrived back in Tulsa and didn't think much more about it.  In March I made a second trip to Dallas, boarded the plane for the trip back and again there was that same lady with an empty seat beside her.  This time we were really surprised.  We had each only made two trips to Dallas and we sat next to each other for three times.  Notice how the number three is showing up?  I regret that when we landed in Tulsa we didn't exchange phone numbers because I now feel that our meeting was special.

 Micki M.,  Tulsa, OK

Twenty-seven years ago, our Mom and Dad invited all of their seven children and eight grandchildren to spend a week in Navarre Beach, Florida, at a beach house that they had rented for the week. All of the siblings were happy to be spending that special time together. I had not seen my only sister (who was living in Chicago with her family -- our family lives in New Orleans) for a long time and had never met her third child who was almost one year old. On the second day of our vacation, Lynn and I decide to take the kids to the nearest mall in Destin, Florida (it was raining that day). We got in the car, children in the back seat. I turned to my sister and said, "Why did you name your daughter Patrice? Did you name her after an elementary school friend Patrice O.?" My sister says, "Oh my gosh, I had not even thought of her." We had not seen this friend in fifteen years or more. We arrived in the mall, entered at the far entrance, walked in, and immediately to the left of the mall, there was an artist airbrushing tee shirts. One of the tee shirts was an image of New Orleans. I said out loud, "Someone must be from New Orleans," and then the woman standing in front of me turned around and said "I am from New Orleans." It was "Patrice O"! My sister looked at me with a very frightened look on her face and said, "Carol, how did you do that?" That was my first time to experience synchronicity. font>

  Carol L, New Orleans, LA
carolllull@gmail.com
 

I went to the central part of Wisconsin to visit relatives of mine. Also wanted to stop and visit a maternal aunt of a nephew's (not blood relative). Did not have time to stop at this person's house. Instead, in this large city....with many shopping centers...I went to K-Mart to buy artificial flowers to put on the graves of my dad and his parents (this was after I visited their gravesites to determine the condition of the flower holder)...."had in mind" that I would like to see the one person; but knew that I really had extra time and did not stop at her house....Instead, went to K-Mart, for those flowers....walked in the front door at K-Mart and the first person I saw (not a K-Mart employee) was the maternal aunt that I "would" have liked to see!

Georgie, Wisconsin
GMerbach@aol.com
 

Is this synchronicity or what? My name is Joyce and I live near Brisbane, Australia. A week ago my sister and I were on the internet and decided to look up the e-mail address of Roy, a guy I dated during my stay in Canada in the sixties. Our search was to no avail. The following morning I received a phone call at 6:30 from ....you guessed it ....Roy. Apparently he'd been looking for me at the same time I was looking for him. We haven't seen each other for over 30 years, although were briefly in contact 20 years ago. Whilst talking, we both realized our mutual interest in parapsychology, in particular, in reincarnation. He told me that he'd had several past life regressions in which he and I had been married! A further synchronicity is that my daughter, who is currently doing international study at Miami University, is planning on coming home early next year and one of her stopovers is Toronto, Canada! I mentioned this to Roy and he told me to give her his phone number so he could take her out to lunch along with his son, who is a couple of years older than my daughter! Now, what I want to know is......is this to do with me, or my daughter....the plot thickens!!!!!!

When I was 14 years old, waiting for a bus in a very serious snow storm to find a job, a church pastor "rescued" me and helped me to find a job (in an insurance agency) appropriate for my age and walking distance from my home. (I was the eldest of eight children). Recently, 46 years later, I met and recognized this priest while waiting for an elevator in a hospital where we were both volunteering our services. He did not recognize me but when I thanked him for what he had done for me so long ago, he remembered the storm, the insurance agency, the years he was a pastor in that neighborhood etc. It was a dream come true that I could thank him in person and tell him how important his help was.

 B.C., Michigan
 

I was in Central Park on New Year's Eve and the whole park was mobbed with people watching fireworks. I’d been thinking for several days about a friend who had gone on a trip to Europe and Morocco, "Where is this guy? When's he coming back?" All of a sudden, with twenty thousand people around me, there's this guy -- walking right toward me!

Victor Blue, Woodstock, New York

I had began a long-distance relationship with an "old flame" from high school.  He lives in Dallas, Texas, and and I live in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I had planned a trip to Dallas to visit a girlfriend during the New Year holiday and he and I agreed to meet while I was there.  I was VERY nervous about seeing him again after 17 years.  During the plane ride on my way to Dallas I got to know a very nice lady who sat next to me.  She was so engaging and friendly that I forgot all about my nervousness.  The meeting with the old flame went very well.  It was a very romantic encounter.  He ended up taking me to the airport for my flight home.  As I waited for my flight to take off, an announcement was made telling us that they canceled our flight and we would be put on a later flight.  I waited about three hours until the next flight, boarded the plane and was looking for a place to sit when I noticed an empty seat next to, guess who?  The same lady I sat next to on the way down.  We had a nice chat, commented on what a coincidence it was, arrived back in Tulsa and didn't think much more about it.  In March I made a second trip to Dallas, boarded the plane for the trip back and again there was that same lady with an empty seat beside her.  This time we were really surprised.  We had each only made two trips to Dallas and we sat next to each other for three times.  Notice how the number three is showing up?  I regret that when we landed in Tulsa we didn't exchange phone numbers because I now feel that our meeting was special.

 Micki M.,  Tulsa, OK

At age 18 I was drafted into the South African Air Force and after basic and additional training as a radar operator I had the option of where to be posted to in South Africa. Everyone else was attempting to be posted as close to home as possible and there were only a few spots available. I knew one thing, I'd lived in Cape Town all my life and I needed to do something different and go somewhere and experience something completely different. I chose to be posted to the Radar base at Mariepskop on the mountains above Hoedspruit in the Eastern Transvaal. Further away from Cape Town I could not get (more than 1000 miles). One day the Colonel called and asked for my friend and I to come and move furniture around his house because his neighbour from his previous post in Boksburg near Johannesburg was coming to stay. When we got there he introduced my friend Cameron and myself and said "Nick, this is Jo van Niekerk, he's from Cape Town" to which Nick replied "You must be J.P.'s son?". Turns out he was a close friend of my parents and was at their wedding!  In South Africa, the van Niekerk surname is like Smith, the odds are against him assuming who my father was.

Jo van Niekerk
Cape Town, South Africa

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