Next day, I'm at work, slaving to pay the rent with my unremarkable paycheck, when the corporate big shot invites the entire workplace staff of about nine people to lunch--except me.
I was asked to mind the phones and was not told why I was singled out to remain. It was especially strange, given that this big shot prefers my company to some of the others he invited (I'm pretty sure about that) and given that I rarely answer phones. The receptionists do that, but on this day, they, too, were invited to lunch! Synchronous circumstance or what?
I immediately thought of what my shrink had described, for certainly I was beginning to project. I started imagining possibilities but ultimately decided I could not know what was in the big shot's mind.
What's totally amazing to me was being introduced to a concept I subsequently experienced the next day, and not in some vague application of the idea to a different context, but rather to the exact scenario described to me.
A final bizarre note: Albert Ellis is someone I had never heard of before my shrink mentioned him. After my session with my shrink, I went to a local bookstore to find a self-help book about an unrelated topic (in terms of my last shrink session). I had earlier in the week
Bruce
Nothing so weird….this kind of thing happens at times in therapy / counselling …..Only……I rang Tamara’s mum that evening to see how she was after having dental surgery that day….she was out, so I spoke with Tamara – I asked her how she was doing and she said it had been a tough day for her psychologically….that she had been talking with her lover about a childhood issue and had ended up curled up in a tight ball crying and saying, “I’m sorry mummy, I didn’t mean it….I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean it…I just wanted to show him my dolly. I’m sorry mummy…..I’m so sorry I hurt you…I sorry I scared you….I’m sorry mummy……I’m sorry…I can’t make it better, I’m just a little kid and I don’t know how to fix it…I don’t know how to make it better….I don’t know how to stop you from being scared……I’ll go to sleep now mummy…I’ll go to sleep and I’ll be good now”.
And the time she was in this state? About 12.15 pm!
Tams issue (apparently) involved her reaction to her mother’s anger after Tam told her about a retarded man exposing himself to her….Tam was three and her mother (who had been sexually abused by her Grandfather as a child) had instilled in her children at a very early age what is not okay behaviour for an adult and what her kids could do about
Sue P
Hey there!
Date : Tue, 08 Jan 2002 22:25:06 +0000
Well hello there Terry,
It's Debbie. I have no idea if you even remember who I am. I would hope I left a lasting impression, but then again, maybe you couldn't wait to forget all about me. I wasn't that nice.
Why am I writing to you now after at least 10 years of not knowing each other? Well, a few months ago, I started to think about you often. I wondered where you were, who you loved, how you enjoyed your work etc. etc. Anyway, I sometimes reflect on the past and those I knew way back when. Then, you left my mind again until a few nights ago. This is going to sound hokey but I have to tell you. I dreamt about you. Not an everyday normal kind of dream, but a dream that compelled me to try to find you. In the dream, I was searching for you. It was an all out search, I was looking all over the world for you. I had some guidance in the dream, someone who helped me try to find you. I awoke feeling better than I had in weeks and so completely excited to try to find you. Why though???? I don't know. All I know is that your brothers number jumped out at me and I called him. He gave me your email and so here I am. I hope you're O.K. I hope you're happy. Write me back, if for no other reason than to tell me to get lost. I hope I didn't weird you out too much. I feel so much better now that I've followed my instincts to reach you. I hope this finds you well.
Debbie
P.S. In case you really do forget who I am, we dated back in the fall of 1989. 12 years ago. I would love to talk to you again.
From : tadey@hotmail
Terry Adey
tadey@hotmail.com
Subject :
second email
Date :
Thu, 10 Jan 2002 15:01:07 +0300
Debbie,
On January 5th, I climbed a hill to a Buddist temple. While there I had my fortune read. I've never done that kind of thing before and on the average day would think it quite silly.
The guy told told me I would be with my second love which was greater than the first. I've loved three women in my life.
You're the second.
Within five days of that, and twelve years of us, you email me.
Do you have any answers to this?
I could use one.
Terry.
Terry
Subject : so, it's not just me then.
Date : Sat, 12 Jan 2002 02:15:23 +0000
Terry,
I don't have any answers. All I have are alot more questions.
Saudi Arabia, hey? That's pretty far. I checked my atlas, you are on the other side of the earth. So, when you had your fortune read, did you think it meant anything at the time, or was it only after receiving an email from me that you really thought about it?
To be honest, I have thought about you often, and even missed you sometimes. In fact, I once tried to reach you about 5 years ago, maybe more. I think you were living in Texas at the time, but it just didn't feel right, so I put you way in the back of my head and got on with things.
I can't begin to tell you how weird this situation is. Is it just a HUGE coincidence? Is it fate? Is it GOD? I still can't believe that I'm sitting here writing to you or that you actually want to hear things I have to say. But, it makes me happy to be writing to you.
My life has been pretty crazy thus far. I am in Ontario right now, Toronto to be exact, where all good newfies end up at one time or another. I co-own a dog grooming spa with my best friend Melanie. Blair and I broke up over 2 years ago, finally for good and for that I am truly happy. It's taken me all this time to realize how much happier I am without him. But, my future is completely obscure to me right now. I want to leave Ontario. I don't really know where I want to go, I just realized recently that I'm not living the life I want to live.
Obviously, there must be a divine reason for us to all of a sudden start thinking of each other. I don't know what the reason is and to say I'm not scared would be a big fat lie. I'm terrified and equally ecstatic at the same time. I can hardly sleep, my mind is whirling. Do you have any insight on this? Do you still believe in God?
Did you say I was your second love? I didn't know I was any love. I didn't know.
So, tell me Terry, what's going thru your mind?
I
I have started exploring synchronicity after certain numbers keep popping up in my life, and I am wondering what the significance is, and if this is even synchronicity. My mother was diagnosed with MND (ALS) on the 23rd September 1999. She passed away on the 23rd February 2001 at 2:30am. There are alot of 23's in this story and the freakiest thing of all is that when I was younger I used to continously doodle the date 23rd March. I don't know why or what the meaning of it all is, only that now it refers exactly to one month after my mother died. But maybe something significant will occur in my life on this date.
Another thing that happened concerning my mother's death was that my cousin had a dream the night that Mum passed away. When my cousin woke up the next morning, she asked us if anything had happened at 5:30am. For a moment we were all stunned and couldn't think of anything, and my cousin went on to tell us her dream. In her dream she had seen Mum's father who died before my cousin was born and he was holding someone's hand. He said, "It's alright, my little girl's with me. Everything's OK" For some reason in the dream my cousin asked Mum's Dad what the time was and he told her it was 5:30am. It turned out that that was about the time that the funeral directors came to take Mum's body away.
Of course, after my cousin told us her dream, we were all in tears, but I think for all of us it made it so much easier to let go of Mum and know that wherever she was, she was safe and loved. Seeing my mother pass away has changed the way I see dying and death. I am not afraid anymore.
25th May 2001Shireen
6/26/2001
I have quite a few synchroncitic (is that a word??) events in my life, but the one that still makes the hair raise on the back of my neck is this:
Several years ago I was having lunch with my wife in our car that was parked at a river-side park. From "no-where" the thought of 'what would you do if a body floated past' came to mind. I posed the question to my wife, and we started a discussion of what we would do when not more than a minute into the discussion an object floated by in the swift current. The object, mostly submerged, looked like it had a bright blue cloth around it, like a T-shirt. We could not identify the object, but the emptiness in the pit of our stomachs was distinct. The woman in the car in front of us came running back to our car and said, "did you see that?"
Indeed, a body had floated by. She called authorities on her cell phone, and we found out that a poor, lost soul had jumped off a bridge several miles upstream. Sadly, the water was very swift, deep and dangerous where we were, and a rescue attempt was impossible. As it turned out, there would have been no hope of revival because of the time he was in the water.
YIKES!Dan
June 30, 2001.
Currently suddenly leaving a six-year co-dwelling arrangement in Los Angeles, and having mentioned briefly in passing to my (chronically synchronistic, thus the moniker...) SpiriTwin, about the circumstance; I was amused, but not shocked, when withing +/-30 hours, she called me urgently to announce the following:
She'd been reading her email when she received an urgent 'help' message from some associates related to our field of work, that their usual house sitters wouldn't be able this year and, would any of their colleagues know of a responsible-tyoe who might be quickly available.
Series of phone-tags and here I am, transitioning respite!
Uncanny how this usually works with she and I about my residential/work health among others.. No effort on our parts, just enthusiastic and loving, grateful response!
Ditto, our personal histories, spirituality, marriages, childrearing, activism, peacemaking attitudes and careers.
Shalom!Char
Earlier today I received an email that told me the meaning of 'synchronicity' which was not a word I had heard before.. so decided to checkitout on the internet and hence discovered your site which I have spent all evening reading with great interest.
I hope you won't mind me seeking your advice on some experiences whichhave been bothering me a great deal and which you maybe able to help me understand. Hopefully you will find this fascinating too.
For many years I have had 'deja vu' and 'psychic' experiences... but inth elast 2 years I have got to know someone with whom I have a very strong connection. We got to know each other when working togethr on a book. When we met ( having speent 6 months exchanging emails and phone calls) we were both dressed in the same colour ( red and black) and I took a drawing of him that I had done - it looked like his photograph....and have been able to know his parents name, their address, tell him of a drowning incident that he was involved in in very specific detail and other traumasin his life including life threatening illnesses and a suicide attempt,noneof which he had ever mentioned. I also started to call him a pet name thatlater transpired to be the same name that his wife had used. I also set up an email folder for his mail an called it cock robin for no particular reason. A few weeks later I stayed in a hotel thathad a poemon th ewall byWilliam Blake which was all about Cock Robin sobbing in a tree. I tried to call my friend to tell him of this buthe did not answer th ephone. A week later he sent me an article about the English language that used Blakes poetry to explain - specifically cock robin... wwhen I told him of th ecoincidence he told me thathe had sstudied Blake at univversssssity and had had articles published about this poem . He also told me that he had not answered the phone the night I had phoned because he was reading a book about Blake....
The latest situation involves me knowing that he has a serious health problem which a medical check upLinda
I have had an extraordinary year of meaningful coincidences. First of all I was looking for full time work for the summer, as I am attending grad school in Calgary (Canada). I work for a large bank but they could not guarantee me hours in the region I was looking but they offered me fulltime hours for the summer in my hometown of Sarnia. I was very hesitant as I had not been back home in 7 years. But the money got the better of me and I decided to go. This branch was hard to staff and an interim manager was assigned to Sarnia. It turns out that this manager had just moved back from Calgary two weeks before and was regretting the decision. She therefore left her stuff in Calgary and decided that she would move back and we got a place together! SHe had never heard of Sarnia and I had not been there in 7 years and we both took heed to the powers of fate. It also so happens that I acquired a new client and through discussions discovered his daughter was the head of student admissions where I am attending university next year!!!!Life is full of clues and signs that if we only paid attention to, our difficult decisions would not be so hard to make.
There are many more I could tell but this was the most important to me!Sara
This is an enquiry rather than a story: can you tell me whether it was James Widfeldt who first introduced the concet and the term 'sychronocity' or was it someone before him/
looking forward to your response.
Many thanks
Errol
I don't really have a story to tell,(so many i don't know where to begin)but I just wanted to say to all the people who read the stories of synchronocity or ever experienced it that if you have ever felt this wierd tingilly feeling (almosts starts in the back of your neck)...or after reading this...Alexis
(sorry for my poor english, i'm a french canadian)
a family friend (who's parents live in the Ottawa(Canada) region,is very good musician, and he once got a job playing music aboard a boat cruise in Tunesia. Once, he send a nice picture of him on the boat with the nice sunset surrending him to his parents in Canada. The picture was very nice, and his parents wanted to have a bigger one. They didn't have the negative so they kept the picture with them thinking that at one point they would ask a specialist if it was possible to get a bigger picture from this original. So they had it with them all the time and forgot about it. At one point, they were visiting in the Laurentides ( north of Montreal, Quebec, far from their own home) and for a unknown reason, they passed infront of a photolab in a small country town. They tought about the picture (God knows why) and decided to enter to ask about the big picture they wanted. The man, to whom they asked, looked at the picture to realize that it was HIS OWN BROTHER who developped the original picture in TUNESIA !!Christiane
6 October 2001
It seems that most of the things around me are sheer coincidence, and that I'm deluding myself into finding deeper meaning into them. Which may be the case, or I wanted to see it manifest in that way and my subconscious filter the information around me to seem that way as well, as in the case of the first example. One Saturday afternoon in the summer on 1999, I decide I wanted to tackle a puzzle. I've always been goos at them so thought that a real challenge would be the Riddle of the Sphinx. With my cat Orion by my side I began to seach. First I found a site that said "the secret lies somewhere within a pattern related to the 4 parts of the Sphinx and the signs of the zodiac" and also the major arcana of the tarot. So I got a deck af cards and matched the major arcana symbolicly with the signs of the tarot and came up with 12 cards, all odd. Along the search for more info, I wanted to see how the signs were pattered on a star chart and found something very interesting. The outside of a star chart has a ring with roman numerals and all the signs of the zodiac, layed out in positions of different months of the year, my number in comparison to the were all off my 1, the roman numerals being even. At this point I was also reading a book by Douglas Adam's and rememeber laughing to myself about 42, the answer to life. I've had several people bring that to my attention at various points in my life, and can give relevent examples. While doing more searching on the Sphinx I came upon a site relating the pyramids and the sphinx, where it relates the pyramids to the belt of Orion, position and names are too coincidental. Strangely enough the moniker for the sphinx' position in the sky, in relation to the belt and position of the pyramids, coincides with the great nebula, also known as M42. This number also coincideswith a number I got from the signs by grouping them in accordance with the elements, earth, air, fire, water. In the grouping for my sign, Air = 42. A few days later I decided to look in the boVince
6 October 2001 cont..
of revelations starting with passage 4:2. I've never had any religious beliefs and never attended chuch, except for special occasions. The only belief I tried to keep was finding Christ within yourself, the truth of my situation, or how I deluded myself into this train of thought. When I read I came across something phenomenal not to far in the passage. (sorry, while searching for the direct quote, I accidentally turned to John 4:2 instead, *shrug* why me?) Rev 4:6-4:8 and round about the throne, were 4 beasts...the first beast was like a lion...the second beast like a calf..the third beast had a face as a man...and the fourth beast was like a flying eagle....and the four beasts had each of them six wings about him. Now I ask you this, why is this direct reference to the sphinx in the bible? What relevence does in have? Reading this passage bothered me so much considering some of the other ordered, encrypted chaos I have experienced along the same lines. I stood up, went to the bathroom to splash myself with some cold water to wake myself from my living dream only to realize more of this insanity. I saw my necklace standing out like a beacon through the water trickling down my face, the diamond cut surface of the silver eagles wings glittering in the light of the bathroom lights, causing me to take inventory of my other apparel. My gold and onyx ring with the etched "N" and the lion wearing his regal crown. The titanium septum ring. and Myself wearing my Six Flags(wings?) shirt. These only helped add to my confusion, was the universe trying to tell me that he who will sit upon the throne is none other than myself? Please send insights an opinions, or you can just write and call me the ultimate in blasphemers, but what I have just written is the truth as I observed it. I'll send more exaples if you'd like for they permeate my life.
Vince
I frequently have synchronicities very similar to Carole's story of 03-15-01, in which an obscure word or number will pop up in a bizarre way. These occurances are too bizarre to be mere coincidence, yet they appear to be somewhat trivial--at least, there is usually no significant consequence to the incident, other than its awe inspiring and bizarre nature. SO WHAT DOES IT MEAN!!??Paul
A lot of people have interesting coincidences happen to them, like opening a dictionary to look up a word, and find that you have opened the book to exactly the right page and the first word you look at is the one you were looking for--that's a fun coincidence. But often with me, it's much more profound, for instance, "the bizarre phone call scenario": I was working in my office when I came across an old note about a particular picture that a potential customer wanted nearly a year ago. The phone number was on it, and I thought, "that never panned out, I should follow up on it to see if I can turn it into a sale." As I reached for the phone to call them, the phone rang, I picked it up, and it was that very person, calling me to order the photo. After eight months! What does that mean?! Did that person, thinking about the photo, cause me to think about them? Or did me finding the scrap of paper and thinking about them cause them to think of me?Paul
All the synchronicities that seem to happen to me don't appear to have any significant message--they just seem to be bizarre things, but overall, not clearly meaningful. A spiritual connection? What could God have been trying to say to me by having a customer call me, out of the blue, at the moment I was reaching for the phone to call them, after an eight month passage in time? Or, what is the message when I'm sitting at my desk, addressing a package to a customer, and at the exact moment that I start to write the obscure name of their town, the person on the radio announces the very same unusual word in a different context. Trivial? Insignificant? Maybe. My examples surely are bizarre, but the incidences don't appear to have any practical function or purpose, other than to make me wonder, in awe, what they're supposed to mean. How many of you frequently have a "word of the day", an obscure name or number that, out of the blue, keeps popping up, with no apparent purpose? To me it's not spooky or haunting, it's fascinating, intriquing; there's got to be more to find out about it--it's like we're just getting a glimpse of something...
Paul
Hi everyone!
In recent years, I have experienced a fair pile of synchronicities, and I always find them fascinating. I have also discovered a knack for observing synchronicities in other people's lives, which they may not notice, themselves (until I point them out...lol!).
One of my first (observed), and most 'out there' synchronistic experiences came in 1995, at a time when I was reeling from an overpowering attraction to a beautiful German girl, with whom I'd had a brief relationship several months before. We'd never done more than talk, and had a couple of outings, during which I'd struggled to keep up my end of the conversation while drowning in her endless blue eyes and penetrating perfume! Still, something always seemed to hold me back from taking the initiative, physically - perhaps I knew inside we were only to teach each other...
It was a sweltering day in June, 1995. I was on an outing with a close friend (not a common thing, as I have a good dose of social phobia), and I'd decided to become inconspicuous - leaning against a mailbox at the front of the mall - while he popped into it for me (sparing my phobia, kind lad).
As I squinted in the blazing noonday sun, my thoughts fell on that German girl - as they so often did - and I suddenly decided to watch for her car.
Now, there was no reason whatsoever for her little red car to be expected to appear before me, at lunchtime on a busy Main street! Still, I noted calmly in my head, "Her car will be the third red one.", and I calmly began counting the cars that passed before me.
One red car... Two... Three...
There she was! In her little red car!
It was then as though time had slowed: I gazed into her window, and noticed that she hadn't seen me, so I said in my mind "Hello." - and at that moment her head turned. She looked directly at me - as though I'd been speaking to her in the passenger seat!
She looked shocked, and instantly slowed the car to a stop - pulling over to the side of the road (against regulations...lol) she then swung around in her seat and stared intensely at me, seeming to wait for me to enter.
But I didn't.
It was hot, and I was sweaty - The wind had messed my hair - I felt ugly - She didn't REALLY like me - I wasn't good enough for her...
I feigned detachment, not moving an inch. Finally, she turned back around and drove off. I never saw her again.
For years, I cried every time I thought of how I'd let her get away. I would never forgive myself...
Fortunately, now - six years later - I omly rarely pine for her - Recognizing our basic incompatibilities outside the haze of romance has since granted me some peace... (Well, barring the anguish that arises from my current love-interest - a shy little French girl - and the synchronicities connected therein - But that's another story...lol! Take care, all! :) (December 24, 1:26am AST)This is the year 2001, BTW :)
H. Cluney
I knew my fiancé was having an affair. . .you know how we just know these things? Being who I am though, I required proof before confronting him and/or leaving him.
One day I thought I would be able to find the proof I needed. I found that he would be lunching the next day at a very nice restaurant in our town, called Equus. I decided that I would show up there and catch him in the act.
The next day I readied myself and left the house about a half hour after he did. I live in a very rural part of town and must take back, country roads to get to town. As I was driving toward town I noticed a shape coming down the road toward me. I slowed down and, as I got closer, noticed it was a horse, walking down the middle of the street. Yes, a horse. I pulled my car over to the side of the road and, as I did, a car coming the opposite direction did the same. Between the two of us we managed to turn the horse around, walk down the street and we stopped at the first farm we came to. Yes, she belonged to them and, apparently, it’s not the first time she got out.
By the time I had walked back to my car, and said goodbye to the gentleman helper, it was too late to do my sneak attack on my fiancé. Which was a good thing, as I later found out that he had joined a men’s club who lunches once a month at this particular restaurant. Had I shown up I would’ve not only humiliated him, but myself as well.
Isn’t it interesting though that what kept me from showing up at a restaurant named Equus (the genus of mammals that includes. . .you got it, the horse) was a horse? Ah, the universe, indeed, has a wonderful sense of humor!
1/4/02Serena
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