Hello and WELCOME!! You've found the first and original Synchronicity Stories Page where visitors, such as yourself, can instantly post their own experiences. This Synchronicity site was originally created and opened in May of 1997 and was the only one of it's kind. There are others now, but you know what they say, "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery!". I hope you will enjoy the many stories that people have taken the time to share with you over the years. Though I must say that quite a few of them have given me goose bumps! Especially the ones that include me or my name! ;-)

Revamped and updated with another new page in February, 2002.

If you don't know, "Synchronicity" is generally defined as "meaningful coincidences", just don't ask me the meaning! Some people I've asked say they don't remember having ANY synchronous experiences. Others get real excited and start telling me something that happened "way back when...". Still others, like myself, seem to have frequent and blatent synchronicities. I had a doozie (The Trillium Story), that inspired me to create this page. I will try to add my stories as they happen and you are invited to do the same.

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My husband Tom had always been a huge music enthusiast. Over the past couple of years he really took an appreciation of the music of the group U2. He had learned that the group was coming to Providence, R.I. not far from where we live for a concert in 10/01. This group is
virtually impossible to get tickets to see, but I thought since Tom really enjoyed them I would do my best to get to try to get tickets for this concert. I learned that the tickets would be going on sale
at 9:00 am a particular Saturday morning in September. Tom went to work that morning around 8:00 am, and I sat by the computer thinking of my stragedy on how I would try to get these coveted U2 tickets. I
figured I would first call the Providence Civic Center to see how long the line was at this time for tickets, and then decide whether it was worth making the drive up to try to get tickets. Since I did not have the Civic Center's phone number at hand, I then called information to get it. When I asked the operator for the Civic Center's number, her next words to me were, "are you calling there to
try to get U2 tickets?" This response blew me away, and she proceeded to tell me, "don't bother going there, I'll tell you how to get those tickets". She instructed me to call an out-of-state Ticket Master since the local one would be bogged down with calls from local people trying to do the same as I was. She gave me a North Carolina number,
and I got through first shot and got two great tickets for the 10/30/01 concert. Needless to say my husband was thrilled!!! We had a great time at the concert, and my husband made many comments about how much he liked the U2 song "Kite" which they played that night. I honestly did not pay much attention to his comment about this song, but later would learn that it contained great meaning to him and me since it is about saying goodbye but never really leaving. My husband Tom died on 11/29/01 very unexpectedly from a heart attack. Here are some of the verses to the song "Kite" :
Something is about to give, I ca


I met a girl at my work place and since the very first day I started talking to her I started experiensing alot of coensidencies. When I think about her the phone rings, it's her calling me. If I'm going to say something she says it before I start talking or if she is going to say something I say it before she does, this happens alot. She went to my same gramer school,jr high,same orchestra class, ended up working in the same place I work and I just met her 4 years ago. I didn't think of that as important until she told me that she believes in reincarnation and she believes we had loved each other in the past life, love each other in this life and will love each other in the future life. She tells me, that explains why I know what she is thinking and she knows what I'm thinking, we were always meant to meet since kids,and that also explains why we know each other so much.
My relationship with her is not good she is engaged and she is planing to get married in six months. More and more this relationship is becoming more misterios. The last coensidence was that her boyfriend's sister is very good friends with my best friend's brother. I'm starting to freak out and I don't know why.
On small accasions I also thought that something was wrong and I started thinking about the situation and I couln't take it off my mind. I went to invistigate what the problem was and it was the same situation I had thought about.
On 3/6/01 my dad was in the hospital, about 5am I woke up and my door in my room was moving back and forth, my dad past away at 5am of a heart attack in the hospital.
Sometimes I find doing things and at the same moment I know I done this before and I know what is going to happend next,
I just wonder if there is any meaning for this or it's only in my mind????
I wonder what is going to happend next!

J Martinez

January 25, 2002

I learned of synchronicity yesterday, all my life I thought these were coincidences.

About two years ago, one rainy afternoon I asked my husband if he wanted to go to the casino, he did not. We were in the middle of remodeling our house and I wanted a particular siding, which was more expensive than we had wanted to spend and he mentioned it would cost $50,000.

Stopped for gas. The gas total rang up ending in 77 cents. I topped off the gas and it rang up to the last number ending in 7.

While driving I thought to myself maybe I'm suppose to play a machine with 7's. I played a red, white and blue 7 machine, playing one then two coins, one then two coins, on two coins I hit the jackpot -- red, white and blue 7's for $50,000.


Truly amazing "coincidence": My shrink had described a scenario that Albert Ellis, apparently a shrink/scholar/researcher/author of some repute, presented in one of his books. The scenario described how a person in the workplace might take umbrage at having not been invited to lunch when he or she noticed his or her coworkers walking right by him or her en route to lunch. The person, if wise, must challenge the human tendency to project that he or she was deliberately excluded. Otherwise, he or she becomes the victim of projection, a cognitive distortion. Ellis goes on to show that what's on trial is not whether we're right or not in our projections but rather what those projections imply, namely, that we likely have irrational beliefs that merit remediation.

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


Tam (16) and I shared THE most unusual experience last week…I had a session with my therapist and a childhood issue came up as a result of something that happened recently…I 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 everyone my dolly, she’s soooo pretty. I’m sorry mummy…..I’m so sorry I hurt you…I so 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 have my dolly with me….I’ll go to sleep and I’ll be good now”.
The time this catharsis occurred? Around 12.15pm.

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