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My wife and I had a major decision to
make regarding a move to the New England area and we just
couldn't seem to come to a mutual decision. Finally, after a night of
arguing, we awoke in the morning, talked it out, and reached a compromise
we could both live with. We decided we would "give it a try", if we could
find a friend we could stay with until suitable housing could be found,
and we could get the money to actually move us there. We would give it two
months and if we saw it wasn't going to work out, then we would move to a
western state we both love. This was a wonderful plan. Keith
In 1998–99, I was desperate to leave a boring desk job working for a large HMO in Houston. I was stale and yearned for some real adventure, for life to be brought back into my soul. I wanted to move back to Dallas where my friends and family were, and switch careers. My sister won a trip to Ireland a couple months later. Perfect, I thought, I could finally get away! I considered quitting my job and tacking on a month-long European trip prior to meeting her and other family in Dublin, but was nervous about the expense and how it would all work out. Plus, I had never really traveled extensively, where exactly would I go? Would it be safe? During the course of the next few months, I fell in love with the music of Andrea Bocelli, specifically Rhapsody (this music struck me silent and teary-eyed in a crowded cafe at Dean and Deluca's in NYC), and with Roberto Benini's film Life is Beautiful. ITALY! That's where I wanted to go. I gradually paid off all of my debts, and my apartment lease just happened to end exactly when I needed it to. Slowly, doubts crept in and I thought it would be safer just to meet my family in Ireland and forego seeing Italy just yet. I would just move my things into storage in Dallas and upon my return from Ireland, look for a job in the software industry, hopefully as an account manager at a global company. The day I finally decided not to see any more than Ireland, I stopped by Target on my way home from work. Coming out of the store, I noticed a dark-haired young guy grinning at me. "Bella!" he exclaimed as I passed. His friend, obviously embarrassed, told me he just arrived from Italy and was a bit...over exuberant. Obviously, regardless of how I felt, I was to go to Italy. Not eing able to find anyone to go with me, I traveled there alone, staying in various inexpensive hostels, and I met wonderful people from around the world that I still keep in touch with to this day. Not only did I see Italy, but also a bit of Austria, France, and England. I also met a wonderful guy from Dallas while in Ireland, and we've been involved for nearly two years now. He loves skiing, backpacking, and life and has a fresh, new outlook that I have adopted as my own. Even more intriguing, I landed the only job I interviewed for in five months of searching for a career in the software industry (recall the Millennium fears that the IT world was reckoning with). This job affords me some freedom away from my desk, managing 20 local accounts for a global company. Also, I am so thankful to have had the fortuitous opportunity to buy a house earlier this year. While staying with my sister and her husband, I met the real estate agent who lived next door. She told me about some creative financing that I could qualify for that required minimal out-of-pocket expense to get into the house. I looked for just two days before walking up to a house that I somehow KNEW would be home. My boyfriend, also being very handy and into real-estate investing, has helped me fix up the place and has involved me in learning to manage properties, another new area I'm currently exploring. Life really is a beautiful rhapsody now that I've learned to take risks, and I am thankful for the changes in my life resulting from just...listening. Jodie Hurst I worked for a large Independent Physician Organization for over a year and during that time I became very stressed out and increasingly negative. I had been looking for a new job almost since the day I started, but for some reason none of the interviews panned out. Finally, in August, I had put up with all that I could and decided to resign. I felt somewhat better but, now was worried about my financial situation. I constantly questioned whether or not I had done the right thing and within several weeks fell into a deeper funk. One Sunday my husband and I went to our favorite bookstore to get a newspaper. We decided to look around for a book or two. I figured since I had nothing but time on my hands I could at least read. I picked up "The Power of Flow" and before opening it I told myself, "If anything on the first page of this books relates to me, I have to buy it". In the first sentence "Austin, Texas" is mentioned, which is where I live. So, I bought the book. I started reading a little each day and by the following Thursday I was feeling much more positive. While reading in the tub one day and saying my new affirmations, I received two calls for interviews. Both for jobs that I was really interested in. I interviewed for both positions and felt extremely good. Within the next week I was offered a job, which I turned down. It wasn't one that came to me in the flow. The following week I was offered both of the positions I wanted and actually got to make a choice. Everything flowed right into it for me. I have no doubts or fears that I made the right choice.Had it not been for this book I would have taken the first job I was offered and been just a miserable as before. I have since purchased this book as a birthday gift for one of my dearest friends who has also been feeling pretty lost lately. We talk on the phone everyday about the synchronicities in our lives. We are in the process of trying to get several other friends to start reading it, so that we can get into the flow together. J.H., Austin, Texas, julzy@concentric.net
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Missouri I could, actually I think I will, write a book about the amazing coincidences that happen in my life on a daily basis. I used to ignore them, now I live for them, pay attention to them and act on them. In the early 1980's, I used to like to escape the college scene and drive about 10 minutes from campus to this quaint neighborhood, overlooking the bay to have my lunch and relax a bit. I always felt drawn to that place, like I belonged there, like I was supposed to be there, like there was something there for me. I graduated in 1983, moved back up north and never got back down there. It was an hour away, and I just never thought about it. In 1988, I married my high school sweetheart, who was in his own business as a contractor. In 1989, he came home and told me about a new contract that was in the southern part of the state, in that quaint neighborhood that I used to escape to. It was summertime and I loved going down to meet him for lunch and again, I felt so connected there! I distinctly remember one particular day, I pulled into the driveway where my husband was working. I got out of my car, stood side by side in front of the garage and we proceeded to argue a bit. The job was over and I never went back. We were divorced 5 years later. I met a man shortly after that and we became great friends. Over time, I fell in love with him. One day, he invited me down to his house for lunch. I followed his directions and found myself turning into that old, quaint neighborhood that I loved so much. It had been so long that I didn't recognize much about it, but the feeling was still the same. While we were sitting on his lawn, overlooking the bay, we heard a cat crying. We walked through a path in the woods and followed the sound of the cat's cry. We both stopped side by side when we saw the cat up in the rafters of the neighbor's garage. Suddenly, I realized that I was standing in the exact same driveway, in front of the exact same garage, in the exact same spot that I stood with my ex over 9 years before . . . only this time I wasn't arguing and I was with the right man. Today I know he is my soul mate. As I look back, I know that my soul was trying to find him back when I was in college over 15 years ago! He was there all along and I just wasn't paying attention. I am happy to say that today, I always pay attention and life is simply awesome! I got a job as a Systems Analyst in 1993 at a company 25 miles from where I live. Shortly after starting, my boss and I were visiting with some consultants who, it turns out, had recently done a software installation for a company in my home town; I jokingly said to my boss, "Hmmm, I didn't know that company had an AS/400!" (The type of mainframe I work on.) He said, "Now don't go putting in your resume!" Well, I didn't. But after a few years working with this guy, things were pretty bad and I was desperate to get a different job. I had gone on about four interviews, none of which thrilled me, and all of them would still require a commute. I had told my husband off and on for a year or so, "I really should send my resume to Hufcor" (the company in my home town that I knew had an AS/400 computer system.)But for some reason I never did. Well, just when I thought I couldn't stand another day at my job, I prayed for an opportunity. My prayers were answered when a headhunter called me to fill a Systems Analyst position at none other than Hufcor. This company is not only in my home town, but only about one mile from my house! I landed the job and, after about two weeks, my new boss and I were chit-chatting and I found out he is my mom & dad's back yard neighbor! And we never knew each other prior to his hiring me. S.M., Janesville, WI
Diana, The Netherlands
I had been in counseling for some time, and with help and a guide finally felt ready to do what I had never done before, which was to make a choice to leave town and become a truck driver. It sounds silly now, but it was the adventure that I was looking for -- time to be on my own and by myself. I told my therapist that I was terrorizing myself about meeting my trainer. I imagined being stuck on a truck for months with a big loud Rush Limbaugh-type person. Then I said, “Why am I doing this to myself? Maybe I will meet a wonderful spiritual person that is also an artist.” She said, “And maybe she will be gay!” The thought of this thrilled and terrified me at the same time. I had never told anyone but her that I thought I was gay. So, in spite of everyone else, I chose to go on my way and trust in myself. I arrived in Ohio very tired from the bus ride, where the only thing that slept all night on the fifteen-hour ride was my hands, feet and arms. I got to my assigned room, pulling a cart that the office gave me, and the handle flew off, sending me through a window. I burst into the room exclaiming, “I'm your new roommate,” scaring the poor person to death. This person was sitting there on the bed with a tablet and all kinds of drawing material. As I unpacked, I showed her how I had left most of my clothes behind and chose to bring all my art things instead. We talked about our art for a while and how we loved it. She was also going for the adventure, and just like me she lived in a trailer, had the same motorcycle, drove the same color car. She had a Mom named Fay; my mom's name is Ray. After I settled in she asked me if I wanted breakfast, so off we went. At breakfast she said she had a confession to make -- that she was gay. We also found out we worked for the same company in different states at the same ages and left under the same circumstances. If meeting her is not the power of flow, then I don't know what could be. After going on this trip I have since bought my own beautiful place with no money whatsoever. I began calling myself a true artist and found out more of who I am. I am also starting to find out what it is I want out of life. I believe that I am on the right path, and flow will show me all I need to know. Jeanne
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I just finished the book. I have so many stories for you, especially related to my work as a puppeteer; there are just too many to tell. But here's one: A year ago, I was visiting a woman I got to know through my puppet show. We met when I was performing at Mohonk, and she had invited me to visit her and her family in Leonia, NJ. Just before leaving, she mentioned that her husband was involved with a book on synchronicity. That intrigued me, because to me, synchronicity seems to be a way of life. Also, in the same conversation, we discovered that we both knew the visionary artist, Alex Gray. I had performed at his house in New York City. We enjoyed all these newfound connections, and I drove home, without stopping, straight up the Palisades and 87,and stopped at a gas station to fill up. Alex Gray, whom I had not seen in at least a year, was pumping gas at the pump next to mine. I was thinking about that day as I read your book, and was wondering how my friend's synchronicity book was coming, and when I'd be able to read it, when farther down the page I read: "Suzanne and Earl Davis were playing poker...." Suzanne and Earl are my friends in Leonia. How's that? Grian MacGregor, Woodstock, NY
During a trip to the Antietam battlefield, where Jeff had had his flashback experience, Jeff and I were casually talking in front of the hotel where his tour group of civil war enthusiasts were staying. I happened to mention, in a normal conversational tone, an ancestor of mine, Fidello Biddle, who had fought during the Civil War there, and I noticed an older man and a younger one stop in their tracks and start staring at me. They came over and said, "Did you say, Fidello Biddle?" Turns out he was our common ancestor, and they were my mother's 1st-cousin once removed and his son. During this same trip, I was inside the museum getting some footage of a sword handle, when I heard a boy call out emphatically from about 15 feet behind me, "I know that man!" He came running up alongside me, and looking at a picture of Capt. John A Tompkins, he repeated, "I know that man!" I asked him, "Who is he?" And he replied, "That's John."" Having recently interviewed an expert on children remembering their past lives, I tried to ask him a non-leading question, "What did he do?" The boy replied, "He killed all the bad guys!" His mother said he was five years old and had just started to read, but probably would not have been able to read the inscription on the photograph (especially not from at least 15 feet away); his father simply shook his head and muttered, "He couldn't have read that." What was synchronous about this to me, however, is that I was specifically studying and interested in this phenomenon at the time. Steve Sakellarios, Atlanta, GA | ||
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I met Shelly five weeks ago when we began a law unit together. Of the
140 or so students somehow we latched onto one another and quickly built a
rapport. Yesterday something urged me to phone Shelly who explained that
she was feeling a bit knocked about and that among other things having to
find a new house was creating anxiety. I phoned my father a real estate
agent and arranged to show Shelly a property which had only become
available that day - in the hope it might make her feel she was moving in
the right direction more than anything. N., Australia My father called me and asked a strange question: He asked not to be kept alive by machines if something happened to him. I said " Yes, sure, ok." He was fit and tan and healthy, why would he ask such a question? I got a call next day. He had a massive stroke, and when I got there my sisters told me he was being kept alive only by machines. He died two weeks later. I told them about the call. I had a dream that we were dancing. My father was a good dancer, like many his age. It was a fox-trot. An old song but I couldn't remember what it was. I woke up and put on the coffee and turned on the radio. There was that song! On the radio! I still couldn't remember what the title was. I called the station. It was "Someone to Watch Over Me." S. H.E., Massachusetts, cbuilt@aol.com
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Hissong, Olympic, WA.
My Mom passed away in June of 1999. I was just returning home from New York from her funeral with my daughter, son and daughter-in-law and was seated on the airplane awaiting take off. Just as we were ready to leave the ground I spotted a flight attendant who was so familiar to me it caught my breath. I didn't know why he looked so familiar since I rarely fly and I absolutely didn't know him. A short time later after take off, he asked me if I'd like to watch the movie featured on the flight. I declined. When the movie was over he stopped by once again just to ask if I wanted a glass of water. I said, "Yes I would." That was the extent of our conversation. When he returned with the water, he also handed me something wrapped in a cloth napkin and said "This is for you." Feeling somewhat bewildered, I opened the cloth as he walked away and there was a huge bottle of lovely champagne. I was rather startled to say the least. I showed it to my daughter who had just returned from the restroom and she said "Do you know him?" I told her I didn't. The next time I saw the flight attendant I stopped him and said "That was very sweet of you but I don't understand." He just looked at me and said "Just enjoy it and please don't drink it alone. Drink it with someone you love." I was awestruck. How many times have you been on a plane in the coach section when a flight attendant gives you a bottle of champagne? I felt certain that it was a message from my Mom just letting me know that she loved me and was with me always. I took the bottle of champagne to the beach a few days later and toasted my Mom over the water. It felt like the perfect way to drink the champagne.
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My mother was dying in the hospital, and nobody knew why exactly. I dreamed of a little girl in South Africa dressed in a white nylon sheath dress with ugly red/brown flowers. In the dream were 47 people who spoke Afrikkaner; the little girl only spoke English, and they beat her up badly. In the hospital, my mother tells me she's allergic to Novocain and had to have a root canal. I go back to her house and line up all the medications. I open each jar. Eighteen bottles later, I come to one with red-and-brown capsules. I call the pharmacy for the prescribing circular. They won't fax it. I go to the doctor, get a note, go to the pharmacy, and get the prescribing information. Not only is it Liocaine-based and thus antagonistic to my mother's system, but it was N-tested on 47 people, and it was made in South Africa. I checked my mother out of the hospital, put her on an herbal detox regimen and she was fine in a week, but the drug blinded her. Try to take that into the New Jersey court of law!
My parents live some 3,000 miles away. One night, I dreamt that my dad was calling my name over and over again, and I woke up sobbing. In the morning, I phoned my parents to tell them about my odd and disturbing dream. During the night, my mom said, my dad got up to make himself some tea. While he was pouring the boiling water, he suddenly felt nauseous and fainted, waking up later on the kitchen floor to find that he had a burn from the hot water. He had no idea how long he was "out." I was surprised and awed that my dad and I had connected in my dreams. I never knew before how he needed me, and how connected we truly are. S.H., British Columbia
Synchronicities definitely gather around when I have a love-interest! Currently, I am hung-up on a shy French girl with whom I worked at a seasonal job over 3 years, and I have experienced a number of odd occurrences regarding her. One of the more intriguing events occurred on Oct. 20th, 2001 at about 4:57am (AST): I'd just awoken from a vivid dream in which this girl was (finally) realizing that I do indeed have feelings for her - as she listened to songs on the radio. (We're both music lovers, and had a habit of singing quietly - often to and about each other - while listening to the radio at work.)
In any case, in this dream she was glad to know that I did care for her (she's not the most confident gal in the world), by noting that those 3 songs represented how I felt for her. I then awoke, feeling very 'off' and fuzzy, as I often do with synchronistic experiences. The last song in the dream had been one which I attach to this girl in a very personal way, but it was a newer song - one I hadn't heard while working with her (I no longer have that job, and haven't seen the girl since). Still feeling dazed, I had a crazy idea: See if that song is playing NOW on the radio! (I don't know - maybe I was looking for even MORE confirmation that she'd really gotten the message!) So, I reached over to the radio and turned it on... At that instant, that very song was just beginning! I almost fell over, but instead started laughing nervously ("Forget about going back to sleep, Kiddo!"). Unfortunately, this girl and I have little in common - besides terminal shyness and loving music - so it is unlikely that either of us will have a relationship. However, I'd like to think that she at least is aware that I care for her, even if nothing comes of it. (Awwwwww....!)
H. Cluney
I have had a few dreams which later really happened, but the most interesting one was about Saturday Night Live, as dumb as that seems. I had a dream that I had just come home from my aunt and uncle's, and turned on the TV just in time to see the last 5 minutes of SNL. I found it odd because the show had two hosts. I also remember that the musical guest was UB40. Two weeks later after returning home from my aunt and uncle's with my parents at about 1:30, I turned on the TV to see the last few minutes of SNL. They were just thanking the hosts and muscial guests. The hosts were Alec Baldwin and Kim Basinger. I have NEVER seen SNL have two hosts except that time. The band playing was UB40.
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I had a dream I was married to Steve McQueen, the actor (deceased). It was a really nice dream. He was a nice guy. I was happy. I woke up and couldn't get this out of my mind, all day. While I like the movies I had seen of his, he hadn't been on my mind in years. I had never had a "crush" on him. Later in the day I got on the net and found out that his birthday was that same day. He would have been 70. It gave me goose bumps. I was more obsessed than ever. Later that day I was driving to my sister’s and a new building I had never seen was on her block -- "McQueen's." When I got to my sister’s, she was addressing an envelope and asked me to put it in her mailbox (her baby was in her arms). I looked at the envelope it was to Lisa MCQUEEN. I never figured what all this meant. I think it was just to get me to research coincidence, synchronicity and a deeper spiritual awareness.
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I woke up one morning and had that sudden desire to get a copy of the Serenity Prayer. The first book that I came across that day was the the book Don't Sweat the Small Stuff by Richard Carlson. I opened a page and guess what, I found the Serenity Prayer. I made copies of it and tried to commit it to memory. T.F.
My wife's graduation was in six weeks and I needed a suit. My work
doesn't require dress clothing and like most couples in grad school, money
was tight. I was driving into town to run some errands and decided to grab
some lunch. I play with my intuition and ask where I should eat. I get the
name a restaurant, but it's more money then I should be spending on lunch.
The intuition is so strong I go anyway, enjoying lunch but wondering why I
was there. As I leave the restaurant ,returning to my truck, I notice a
clothing store. I liked the suits on display so decided to go in and check
it out. The salesman, after showing several suits, mentions the store is
having a sale the next day. It was an unadvertised sale for regular
customers, beginning at six in the morning and lasting for two hours. I
had paid an extra five dollars for lunch and saved several hundred on a
suit. R. E.Before I entered college, I was living in a women's homeless shelter in a dirty, scary part of downtown San Diego. One day, I was driving past Sea World, and I thought to myself, "I wish I could go to Sea World." Then, it occurred to me, "Why not? Why does my summer have to look so dreary? Yeah, I want to go to Sea World!" For some reason, I believed it was possible, then I soon forgot about it. Three days later, I was eating breakfast alone at Denny's and four men invited me to join them. They were from New York and on vacation. They asked me, out of the blue, "Do you want to come to Sea World with us?" My jaw hit the floor. I told them I was homeless and had no money, but they offered to pay. I had a great time! I saw Shamoo and fed the dolphins. I never mentioned anything about my "prayer," but later that day, they jokingly said to me, "It's a sign from God." Before this happened, I was heavily involved in meditation but agnostic nonetheless. Now, I'm not sure what I believe, but synchronicity is the one thing I am absolutely sure of! Lisa Woods , Berkeley, Californiameercat@uclink4.berkeley.edu One evening I was sitting at home and remembered that I had scheduled my car for a check up at the dealership the next morning. The dealer was about three miles from where I worked. I had been very busy that day and had forgotten to ask someone to meet me at the dealer to give me a ride in to work. It was about 9pm and I thought it was a bit late to start calling people and I felt irritated that I'd forgotten to take care of this. Then an idea popped into my mind to step out on faith, to let God, the Universe, whatever show up instead of trying to fix it myself. I would say I was inspired to take this course of action - I didn't think it up, it "came" to me. I thought about this and decided the worst that could happen is that I’d have to walk three miles to work. So I decided to go for it. The next day I had checked in my car and was about to begin to walk to work when I heard someone call out my name. I turned and it was a woman who worked down the hall from. She was just dropping her car off and her husband was waiting outside to give her a ride - "Would I like to join them?" So there was my ride. Donna
S., Chicago I was at a flea market and saw a blue bowl for only $4. I wanted it because I love the color blue of the bowl. Several times I returned to the bowl and couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t buying it, because I kept telling my friends that this was my favorite color of blue and I felt I wanted something new in that color. Later in the day, I was reading a magazine article about synchronicity when my neighbors came by. I had recently taken care of their house and pets while they were on vacation. They gave me a token of appreciation -- a blue suncatcher -- the exact color blue of the bowl! R.W.,
Pennsylvania
Many years ago I had an immediate need for a chest of drawers at a time when I couldn't afford a new one. Without a car to track down ads, I traveled by bus and on foot to used furniture stores every day after work without success. It was tiresome and frustrating. I reached a point of downright disgust and while walking home from the grocery store one day I began talking to myself, silently of course, and commanded the "inner me" to get busy on this project and to find the needed item because the "outer me" was sick and tired of not getting satisfactory results. Would you believe that within an hour I had a chest of drawers? Upon arriving home, while getting my door key out, I overhead a conversation going on between a man and a woman a short distance away outside. He was telling her about some furniture for sale in an apartment close by. I approached them with an inquiry about this information, which resulted in my buying a chest on the spot at a very reasonable price. Lila Condax, Sacramento, California
Last Memorial Day weekend, my son Matt was playing in a Pony Baseball tournament about 200 miles from home. His play was "awesome" as he pitched ten shutout innings and batted over 500. Of the four homeruns hit out of the park by all seven teams, Matt hit two of them! I need to tell you a little about Matt. He looks much older than his age (14 at the time). On Saturday night, the manager of the opposing team, who had been watching Matt play against other teams since Friday evening, talked the umpire into asking my wife for some indentification for Matt. We were stunned as we didn't have any and were so far from home. We had submitted a copy of his birth certificate when we enrolled him in the tournament as was required. The umpire wanted to see an I.D. with a photo on it. When our manager found out about the situation he became livid with anger. Many of the parents of Matt's teammates also began shouting and "getting riled up." Everyone was crowding around the official's booth and I was really afraid something would get out of hand. I was trying to calm people down by yelling,"There is no problem here. Matt is my son. Everybody calm down." Here comes the synchronicity. One on Matt's teammates came up to me and asked, "Didn't Matt go to Juan Crespi Junior High School last year?" I replied, "Yes" and he said "I have a yearbook in my car and I'll go get it and show them Matt's picture!" This he did, as I looked on in gratitude and awe. Later I had to ask the young man why he had last year's yearbook in his car, 200 miles from home. He replied with a shrug, "My cousin lives close by and I wanted to show him a picture of a girl." Randy Grandin, San Pablo, California
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One day I felt I should stop by my sister’s. I had been thinking about her for a few days. When I got to her house, she was heading out the door to go to the doctor’s. She was in so much pain that I told her she was not driving herself, that I was taking her. I set everything I had to do later aside and took her. When we got to the doctor’s, she collapsed from the pain and had to take a couple of strong pain shots. There was no way she could have driven home. I "just happened" to be there at the right minute. S.F, Ohio
N.H. Tonight, much like many nights, I am in bed early. I
decided to sleep away the depression of another failed love. In my mind,
over and over again, I am searching for the answers. I never can
understand why it is that a spiritual, unconditionally loving person can
be at 31 yrs of age and repeating the same emotional pains over and over
again. I simply see no way out but to want to die.As my conscious takes me
in and out of sleep I become more aware of the pain. I pray, as I often
do, that I would get some great illness and that it would all be over
soon. The only theme that reoccurs in my mind is the fact that, in none of
those painfully trying times did I receive a sign, an answer, some
synchronistic event that would keep me in line and give me just that little
flicker of hope I so longed to find. The phone rings. I awake and answer.
A soothing voice on the other end says to me, "How are you doing?" "You
don't know who this is, do you?" Much to my surprise it was a very dear
old friend calling me to check on me, insistent that she knew something
was wrong. Last time I had heard from her was under the same exact
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Just before I moved to Florida from Colorado, I had a chance to go to see a Lenny Kravitz concert. My dad was ready to make the move but I begged him to wait for the concert to come so I could go. I basically made him realize that if he didn't let me go he would have destroyed maybe my only chance to see my idol and karma would pay him back. So the day before the concert my dad had to go in for surgery on his wrist for carpal tunnel. Then the show came and it was great and the next day I overslept. Because of my father's inability to use both his hands I was to pack the car for the trip. So instead of leaving at six in the morning, we left at six at night. Thus we didn't have time to swing by Oklahoma City and visit relatives because we needed to be in Jacksonville at 6am. Long story short... if things didn't work out the way they did, we would have been in the Oklahoma City tornado of 1999. One evening, while at work, I decided to take a break and went outside the building with my cigarettes and cup of coffee. It was a beautiful evening. The temperature was around 75-80, no wind, and the sun was just beginning to set. Normally the climate here along the coast is very humid; but not this evening. While I was outside, I thought about how wonderful it was that I had the chance a few weeks earlier to travel to a small Marine base in California's Mojave Desert to attend a Marine Corps reunion. I had not seen these people in 25 years and all of us had the best time that night. Anyway, I said a silent prayer and told God how thankful I was to have had the opportunity to be with these people for the evening. I thanked him for helping my friend Susan and me arrange for the reunion dinner and also thanked him for letting us find these people from 25 years ago so easily. There was such a warm and loving feeling emanating from my heart. I said out loud "Thank you, God". I really meant it too! Well, I put out my cigarette and headed toward the door. With coffee mug in hand, I opened the door and to my surprize, the coffee mug slammed into the partially closed door and spilled on my shirt. I thought, "This is just great. I don't have time to drive home and change clothes." Well, the ladies in the office said "Go look in the mirror," and I did. To my surprise, the coffee stain formed a perfect heart right over mine. I intend to have the heart framed in the near future. It will have its place of honor with my other autographs; Maya Angelou and Chubby Checker. It is the "Autograph from God." N.E., Morehead City, North Carolina | ||
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Lynn Baxter, Geraldton, Ontario,
Canada
M.E.,
Quincy, California I have always collected and been interested in things having to do with 66 (1966, Rt. 66, had a "66" Corvette). One time I collected 66 - 1966 quarters. I didn't know why, I just did it. As soon as I made it to 66 quarters, that very day, I received in the mail a brochure about Childreach, asking me to sponsor a child in another country -- and they wanted $66 quarterly! So, of course, I signed up and have now been sponsoring a child named Sunggu in Indonesia for 7-8 years. I've never felt the need to collect 66 - 1966 quarters again. They served their purpose! Renee Schwartz, Illinois Several years ago I became very interested in Jungian Psychology I immersed myself in all the literature I could get ahold of on the subject. Dr. Jung became a significant mentor figure for me. When I was a nine-year-old child, my father died and I have always looked for figures to replace my father. Some of these people have not been positive, but Dr. Jung has turned out to be a very positive one. At any rate, Dr. Jung was born July 26, 1875. One day I felt an urge to visit the grave of my father, who had been dead some thirty years at that time. I had not been there in a long time and had never really paid any attention to his birthday. When I arrived I immediately saw his date of birth was also July 26, but in 1928. J.H., Tennessee I have many watches. All but one are quartz movements. When I take a watch off, I stop it to conserve the battery. More often than not, I'll pick up a watch and look at it and set it, and the time will be exactly right! And it might have been a day, a week, or a month since I wore it! This happens to me several times a week. J.P., Texas
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I had just arrived in Berkeley. I had an
appointment with the dean of a college a few towns west of there. I was
staying at the Best Western Hotel. I was all ready to go to the
appointment. For no reason I could think of, I started to cry — I mean
really cry. Sobbing. I'm asking myself "What is this about?" All of a
sudden the building was swaying. I thought, my, I've heard of these
California tremors. Then the building is shaking, violently. I'm thinking,
hmm could this be an earthquake? Yes, it was and the eerie thing is, if I
hadn't stopped and cried I would have been on that bridge when it
collapsed in the Earthquake of '89.
S.H.E., MassachusettsOne instance of synchronicity occured nearly three years ago, on the week of my birthday. I was turning 18. I was feeling very depressed at the time, and also happened to own a broken-down and utterly useless car. I sat down for a moment, and for no other reason than my anger for that stupid car, and the frustration I felt in myself for everything that was going wrong in my young life, I sketched a picture on a piece of notebook paper which showed the car tumbling upside down as though I had pushed it off a bridge or cliff. But I managed to make it through that afternoon. The following Saturday, a few days later, several of my friends came over to my house to celebrate my birthday. With nothing else to do, we decided to head up to Lake Arrowhead, a small resort in our local mountains. It is about twenty minutes from here. Because there were five of us, and we did not want to all pile up in one car, we decided to take two cars, and agreed to meet at a Mc Donald's by the lake. It was a chilly October night, but the weather was otherwise good. We made it up to Lake Arrowhead without incident. After about a half hour of roaming the little village, we got bored, and decided to head back down to the valley. It was already about 8 pm. We were about halfway down the mountain when something happened. I was sitting in the back seat of one of the cars. My friends in front suddenly began shouting... "That's a car, that's a car!" I looked in the direction they were pointing, and saw a pair of small lights flipping end over end down the hill side above us. A few undeterminable seconds later, I looked back ahead on the highway, and saw that my other friends were in serious trouble. Sparks and what appeared to be smoke sprayed at us from their tail. They pulled to the side of the road, and we pulled over behind them. After waiting in the freezing and inky dark night on that lonely mountain highway with out hazard lights flashingfor twenty minutes, someone finally saw us and called the police. Meanwhile, we surveyed the damage to my friend's car, and discovered that everything in the undercarriage had been reduced to a twisted, smashed mess, including the transmission. A couple of large boulders laying in the highway were evidence of what had obviously happened. An even more frightening fact became know, when we looked up on the hillside, and saw a convertible Mustang lying precariously on a ledge some distance above us. The fallen car had obviously taken a few boulders down with it, which is what had struck my friend's car, nearly demolishing it. Strangely, after the police managed to see the car, they discovered no one was inside! The explanation given was that it had been stolen, and once all valuable items had been removed by the theives, they simply pushed it off the side of a road above. To this day, I do not know if I accept that explanation, but I don't have anything else to go on. The real issue to think about is all the disturbing coincidences and matters of timing that happened that night. Had there been but a few seconds difference, it is likely that those boulders could have gone through my friend's windshield, killing the poor soul. If circumstances had been different, perhaps it is even possible that the car could have continued to fall -- right on top of us, instead of landing on that ledge. In any case, thankfully no one was hurt. Of course, the real interesting thing to note is the disturbing and undeniable coincidence between the flipped over car I had drawn in my little sketch at school, and the very improbable event of a car tumbling down the hillside only a few days later!! Chris T., San Bernardino, California
Earlier this year i bought an audio cassette by David Byrne. While starting my car I popped it in and let it play while I read the lyrics. As I began to back out of my parking space, this line from the song played, "He's in reverse..." I thought it was strange this happened as I backed out of the parking space. Then I began to notice it happened again. About 3 more times in the coming weeks, that particular line played as my car was in reverse. On the same cassette was a song with a great sound but I didn’t get the meaning to it. One day I emailed a synchronicity website with this tale. As it happens, the person who read my mail told me that as he read it, on his juke box CD player, the song that I didn’t understand the meaning to played in random mode. Synchronicity had always kept my interest, but now even more so. Though I'm still not exactly sure what kind of a sign that was, or if it was meaningless, I am still in awe that it took place.!
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REPEATING WORDS, PHRASES, OR THEMES One day I borrowed a book about how the internet works. Later that evening I was sitting in my office with my hand on the book just beginning to open the book. A thought about a friend at a local sailing club entered my mind and I made a statement to my wife about this individual. After talking with my wife I began to read this book. On the second or third sentence of the first page was the name of the individual that I just made the comment about. It just so happens that she was the editor of this book. I was somewhat stunned, to say the least. I believe the odds of such an occurence happening randomly are very low. However I do not perceive any meaning from this event. Perplexed in Indianapolis
Connie Rasmussen
Georgie
Merbach Today, I wanted to go for Cuban sandwiches -- don't know why but I suddenly had a craving. IN the area where I work in Manhattan, this delicacy isn't really prevalent. But we were searching out a place, when I remembered that someone at work had told me where they made terrific sandwiches. I couldn't remember who the person was, and I kept thinking and thinking until finally, I remembered his name and called it out to the person I was with. Well, we found a place, but not the right one. When we returned to work, not only do we bump into this exact person..but the irony was that when we asked him about the restaurant, he told us (what a coincidence)he had started going to get something to eat and suddenly decided to go to this place -- for Cuban sandwiches -- today and he hadn't been there in a couple of months. I laughed it off by saying, "Oh, we must have put that thought in your head." But you know what? Maybe I did. N., New YorkI was in the college library doing some research for an English paper. While I was looking for a book, I came across a book on the author Robertson Davies, whom I had not heard of. I leafed through the book because the name had interested me and then I put it back. Later in the day when I was driving home I was listening to the local public radio station. I had missed the beginning of the show and so I didn't know who was being interviewed, but I kept listening because it was a fascinating show. It turned out that the interview was with Robertson Davies. B.D., Philadelphia, Pa.I am an advertising copywriter (both print and television) and for the last six months, have been freelancing, while exploring full-time possibilities. On Monday, January 13, I went to a dermatologist to have a mole examined on my back. While I was with him, he looked at my face and asked me if I was aware that I had a mild case of roseacea, a reddening of the skin across the cheeks and bridge of the nose. He told me that roseacea can be controlled but not cured with a new product called MetroGel. Two days later, out of the blue, I was offered a job as the copy supervisor at a medical advertising agency on the MetroGel account! Meaningful coincidence? Well, to me, it is! T.B., New York Weird is not the word that gives my sychronicity experiences justice. I've had this problem with redness in the face for some time now,and it's really made me suffer a lot. Last week while going for a ride to Santa Fe with my mother, I went to a book store to pick up some books on philosophy. My mother gave me $25. I had enough money to buy the $13 book on Buddism but I estimated I had just enough to buy this book called "The Tao of Psychology," which is about synchronicity. When I bought the book I had just 15 cents more than what I needed. So I made my way home, just in time to see this comercial about Roseacea my mom flipped the channel too quick for me to get the right info. I was disgusted! All this time suffering and this weird commercial comes on describing exactly what I go through every day and I missed it! It almost felt like my nightmare was over. So I searched for hours on the net for info about what I thought was spelled rosacia or metrolin to no avail. Then today I was bored and had already completly forgotten about this medicine.Then I just thought of a subject that interested me and ran a search for synchronicity. I found your page and printed the stories you had of people with these experiences.While reading them just ten minutes ago, there was a story on "Repeating Words or Phrases"about a man who went to a dermatologist and his doctor told him he had roseacea.This completely blew my mind!!!Not only did I have the most incredible synchronicity event ever but now I know how to spell Roseacea!!! B.H., Las Vegas, New Mexico In my parents' den lies hundreds of books. My two-year-old walked over, pulled a book from the shelf, and handed it to me -- "Incredible Coincidence" by Alan vaughan. That night on television I heard the word "synchronicity" for the first time. I had to read the book. For weeks after, my life turned into a jigsaw puzzle -- and every timem I turned around I was handed a new piece. Mike While having an early morning quiet time last week, I picked up a book and began to read where the bookmark was: "One way to look at crisis is as an opportunity." I next remembered notes I took from a book called "Different Drum" by Scott Peck. It's an excellent treatise on true community. I found the notes and the very first thing I had written was: "I am reminded of the Chinese word for 'crisis' which consists of two characters: one represents 'danger' and the other 'hidden opportunity.'" This same day, I see my spiritual director, Gail, and after sharing the dawning realization that the main reason for dysfunction in my family was ancestors who were alcoholics, she asks, "How do you feel about this realization? Crisis can manifest itself as opportunity -- it depends on how you view it." Three times in a 12-hour period was enough for me! All right, already, I'll look at crisis with different eyes! Pat, New Jersey
Iris, Honolulu, Hawaii
I had an experience with synchronicity when I was on vacation. I was bored so I played the game Boggle with my brother. That's the game where you shake up little cubes with letters on them and try to find words. Two times when I found a word, I thought to myself, "That has significance." The two words were "pet" and "eye." In about four days when we went home from the vacation, we picked up our dog from the kennel. The dog was 10 years old and in extremely good health. Then that night, out of the blue, he died. While my mom was crying about it, she scratched her cornea and had to wear an eye patch for a week. Dan E., Chicago, Illinois One morning, about a year ago, I was leaving for work around 9:00 a.m. I turn the corner near home, pulled up to the stop light and a long black stretch Limo was at the light directly in front of me. The next morning I went to work later in the day, around 10:30 a.m. I turn the corner, pulled up to the same stop light and the same black Limo pulled up next to me. The next morning I went to work at around 11:45 a.m I turned the same corner stopped at the light and the same black Limo pulled up behind me. A few days later in the week, I was coming home from work around 8:45 p.m. At the stop light, on a totally different corner, near my home, a Black Limo crossed the intersection at the stop light where I was. Later on in the same week. I was coming home from being down at my favorite "Country Music" dance club, at about 2:00 a.m., again at this same stop light, a black Limo crossed the intersection while I was sitting at the stop light. Also, lately, on several occasions, I have been thinking about a certain thing or event happening, and within hours found out that what I was thinking about actually had come to pass and had happened around the time that the thought popped into my head. F.H., California
This is to let "c_seng@hotmail.com" know that he is not alone: Both I and a friend of mine have often experienced thinking of or reading a word which is then simultaneously played on the radio or TV. Often, the word or thought does seem trivial, but with inspection, there are times when there is some significance in how it relates to our current issues. In any case, these occurrences are always rather jolting! Best of luck, all!
H. Cluney
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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!!!!!! J.B.
Ana Maria Nicholson, New York
Carolyn North, Berkeley, California
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
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Denise Annette Henry, Tacoma, Wash.mailto:Tacoma,Washington,dhenry@Tacomaclick.net One morning in the late 70's, our friend Wade called to talk to my husband Larry. We lived on Wyoming farms about 4 miles from each other. Wade had been our best man and over the years he and I had become very close. This morning, Larry was in town and Wade said not to worry because he was just calling to shoot the bull. Late that afternoon as I headed to town, I met Larry on his way home. We waved and I continued on. I remembered that Wade wanted to talk to him, but I decided I'd just tell Larry when I got home. But suddenly I found myself turning around and racing after Larry. I flagged him down and suggested that he stop by Wade's on his way home. Then I turned around and proceeded on to town, feeling fascinated that I had taken the time to stop Larry . . . I mean, Wade just wanted to chat. A few minutes later, Larry pulled into Wade's farm yard----just as Wade's leg became caught in the PTO shaft of a tractor he was repairing. Larry sprang out of his pickup and ran to help. Before Larry could get the tractor shut down, it had completely removed Wade's overalls and had begun to bite into his leg. If Larry hadn't pulled in at precisely the moment he had, Wade would have probably lost his leg, or perhaps more. Later we marveled at the fact that I turned around and went after Larry . . . it was so routine for Wade to call to chat and it was highly unusual for me to have taken the extra step to race after Larry and flag him down. And we knew that something bigger than all of us was involved. And my strong bond with Wade became even stronger. hawkbufalo@aol.com S.H.E.,
Massachusetts As a member of a religious community of women (a nun), I was doing spring cleaning in the kitchen of our convent and decided to change the shelf paper in the pantry. I was surprised to find a poster describing the Heimlick Maneuver, a life-saving method for choking, under the shelf paper! I didn't think it would ever do anyone any good if it was hidden,so I taped it to the inside of the closet door, thinking that we would all know where it was if needed so it was not necessary to disiplay it in the kitchen. The very next day, we were haaving lunch in the dining room and I was somewhat animated in conversation about summer plans, etc., as I was eating a salad. Suddenly I realized I had inhaled a bit of salad and began to choke. I was embarrassed so I went into the adjoining kitchen to regain composure. However, I soon realized that I could not breathe, nor could I speak. Then I remember the life-saivng poster, but I hadn't yet told the other sisters where it was and I was getting weak and afraid that I could never get their attention and explain what was needed before I lost consciousness. Someone came into the kitchen at the point to see how I was and all I could do was to keep pointing to the closed pantry door. It didn't make sense to her but she finally opened the door, found the poster, read it quickly and used the procedure on me. It worked immediately. As soon as I could speak, I told them how I'd found the poster the day before. We all had prayers of gratitude that night! B.C., St. Louis
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Back in 1993, my sister and I were
traveling overseas, and were staying in Ireland. we were
desperate to go to a place in Italy called Taormina, as this is where the
movie "The Big Blue" was made, which starred my sister’s favorite actor,
Jean Marc Barr. So one day we go visit the travel agent to check out
airfares and to our horror, they were so expensive it was way beyond our
budget. So downhearted and nearly in tears, we decided to travel over to
Amsterdam, for a couple of nights. - not much of a consolation !!
To us it was like we couldn’t afford to go to Italy just to stand on the same ground where he had filmed that movie, but he actually walked past us in a different country, which we had no intention of originally visiting. And if we had of stayed the extra night, we wouldn’t have been packed and out looking for breakfast, and would have missed walking past him. That is just one amazing experience we will never ever forget.
Clare – Australia
When I was about 14 or15, the country song "John Deer Green" was popular. My friend and I were with her parents on a trip to the Sallisaw, Oklahoma, dam and we brought up the subject of the song, and like five seconds later it came on the radio. We were singing along and we came to a intersection and on the corner was an abandoned building with graffiti on it. In the center of it in green spray paint it said Billy Bob loves Charlene -- just like the song. We saw it while the song was playing. It was just too cool.
Rebecca
I was returning from a trip to California to visit my aunt in January of 2000. I had rented a car for the trip, and had a very tight budget. The weather in California was milder than here in the Pacific Northwest and while the snow storms covering the passes seemed to be far Away. After I started on my journey home, I was not so sure I was going to make it. I did not have the money to buy chains for the car. The road conditions kept changing, almost on an hourly basis. and as I traveled further north, closer to home, the clouds in the northern sky kept getting darker and heavier. I was overcome with fear and doubt. Should I use the last of my money for a motel and wait out the storm? Should I use the last of my money to buy chains (that I would never use again)? Or should I trust in "the flow" to get me through????? I pulled off into a rest area in northern California. Got out and stretched my legs and tried to meditate on what to do. Just as I was getting back into the car, still unsure of my decision, I saw the people all around me, pointing and looking upward into the sky. Then I heard them….the sounds of thousands of Canadian geese. They virtually covered the sky, reached my ears. And I KNEW I was going to make it just fine. As I watched them fly in their majestic pattern, a sense of peace and well being took over my feelings of fear. I knew I would make it thru and I knew that something very important had just happened in my life.
As I headed for that last stretch of highway, thru the Siskiyou Pass, I turned my radio to the local road channel. There were California Highway Patrolman everywhere, stopping people to check if they had chains or not. As I slowed down to talk to one, I heard his dispatcher tell him that the storm was just arriving in the pass, and he was to start blocking all traffic headed north, in 10 minutes. He and I looked at each other (He realized I had heard the same thing he had). I pleaded with my eyes, I REALLY need to go home. And with a hesitant smile, he waved me thru. The travel was very slow, but I was able to continue northbound. Just as I was passing the last turnaround before the summit, the snow clouds opened up and dropped a huge amount of snow. I stayed over in the right lane, but kept on driving. I heard the road/weather channel announcer say that no more cars would be allowed to go thru. All other vehicles were being turned around, even those with chains. It took me about 7 hours to drive what would have ordinarily taken 3 hours, but I did make it home, safe and sound. I now know to listen to that inner voice, believe in my internal self, and trust the flow. I just ordered the book, and we'll see where it takes me.
jisaacson@police.coosbay.org (Jude Isaacson)
I was visiting my daughter Kim in Vancouver, Canada, with whom I have a very close and wacky relationship. We had decided to take a jaunt to Seattle for a little shopping. As we were sitting in our rented car with my 89-year-old mom and Kim's boyfriend, we were detained by road crews. Kim and I were joking that we were going "about as fast as a horse and buggy would go." We saw ourselves as an Amish family in their fancy buggy with a beautiful horse pulling us at a sedate pace. Our story got more vivid as we imagined ourselves in | ||