Updated October 7, 2011. Sections about words and numbers lining up have been reworked, with new examples added. New examples added to name synchs as well.
Updated December 30, 2010. Kurt and Marcus and other name synchs
Updated May 7, 2010. – New synch added to the bottom of log book list. “Hawks, eagles and falcons.”
So much has been written about the nature of synchronicity that I don’t pretend to be an innovator in the subject. But what I can do is offer up several theories as to why – and possibly even how – synchronicity manifests, and narrow my focus to that. Because if you are someone who experiences ear ringings, deja vus, or frequent number sightings, or if you consider yourself to be an abductee with a lifelong history of the “weird stuff” happening, then it’s safe to assume that synchronicity is another phenomenon occurring in your life.
Synchronicity, as defined by Carl Jung, is “the experience of two or more events which are causally unrelated occurring together in a supposedly meaningful manner.” We all experiences coincidences in our lives, and many of them probably occur by statistical chance. But every so often there are those that are just so pointed and tailored to a particular detail and to something about you, specifically, that you can’t dismiss it. When that happens, “statistical probability” doesn’t matter. Throw it out the window. The only thing that matters at that point is whether it has meaning for you. For example, reading a word right as it’s said out loud next to you – the more unusual the word, the more it means something; Objects coming your way or crossing your path/field of view that coincide with an idea or theme you have been thinking about, or matching up to something that has personal meaning for you, and so on.
Synchs are often time multi-layered. Meaning, they happen several at a time, all connecting together in a cluster that can sometimes even connect to other strange happenings around you. I have a term for it all, which I call “lining up.” When you experience several synchs clustered together within a day or a few days’ time, then it really can feel like reality is aligning in some way. So an important question is, what is the approximate amount of time that should transpire between both events for them to be considered synch connections? Jung’s definition makes sure to include the phrase “occurring together“ but how soon is “together”? Ten minutes? Five hours? A day? A week? I can only speak for myself, but for me I’ve noticed that it’s usually within an hour to several hours, to at most, a day. And the ones that are a day apart are usually so fantastical as to not be dismissed as random coincidence. (Since the longer the amount of time between the two events the easier it is to dismiss it all as mere chance.) But usually it’s right away, within several hours. It almost seems that it has to be that way, in order to make sure it’s getting our attention and to make sure that not so much time has transpired that we’ve forgotten about the previous object/person/event it’s referencing, or that we can’t just dismiss it. Although that implies that there is some sort intelligence driving it all, that even is trying to get our attention or convince us of its validity. ;) I don’t necessarily believe that. I think that the process is driven by our own consciousness processes, and so therefore it means synchs would naturally cluster together due to the nature of how our consciousness interacts with reality.
Following is a nice sampling of the various types of synchronicities that can occur, all taken from my own log book to use as illustration. After that I get into some of the possible theories as to how and why this happens….
Phoenix, Arizona February, 2002
This is an old one, and it didn’t occur to me to include it in with the original versions of this synch write up because A) it was a little bit beyond just an ordinary synch, it was something that was related more to the whole MILABS/paranormal so-called neg stuff that I talk about elsewhere on my site, and B) it happened back before I had a log book. Plus, it’s slightly complicated. It ties into my brother, and the background on him can be found in the first page of my write up called The Vortex But anyway, I’d parted ways in life in February 2002 from my younger brother Joe while we were up in Portland, Oregon. Basically a case of running from the hills. I’d had my fill of his sociopathic ways after having him back in my life for the past two years, doing everything I could to help and “rescue” him, and had either spent or wasted roughly $7,000-8,000+ on him, almost got arrested three times (one of those times I had guns pointed at my head and then was handcuffed in the back seat of a cop car until the cops figured out what was going on, also mentioned in “The Vortex,”) and almost got killed three times as well. (one of those times being the cop incident.) So yes, after two years of all that, and making no progress at all in trying to help him, with things actually getting worse, very rapidly (as if things couldn’t have gotten any worse….but they did) then yeah, I was just done.
So there I was…….in my car, my nice little Mazda Protege, with my cat Kitty in my lap, as we made our way east at night on I-10, through Arizona, en route to Florida. All of us in one piece, managing to get out of Portland. I was on my then-cell phone with my dad, who at that point was newly back in my life (only for a year though, it didn’t last) long distance from where he lives in Connecticut. So we’re on the phone as I’m cruising east on I-10, with the skyline of Phoenix approaching up ahead, lit up against the night sky. And right then my dad goes, “Oh yeah, and I talked to your mother. She says the last she heard, Joe was in Phoenix.”
I just stared straight ahead at Phoenix approaching up ahead on the highway, phone in my ear, other hand on the steering wheel like O.o ! Both of us had just been in Portland only a week ago, and now here we were. Both of us now in Phoenix, something like 1,200 miles away. Separately, but at the same exact time. Now imagine the odds on that. (insert roll eyes.) Even better considering that Joe didn’t even have a car. (he trashed the first one I bought for him, and the second one I gave him blew up under mysterious circumstances. :/ ) So to get to Phoenix meant he either bussed or hitched it. Or something else, who knows.
Synchromystics would have a ball with this though. ;D And actually it’s only because of my increased time recently reading various sychromystic blogs that I even made the additional connections about Phoenix. It wasn’t just any city that this transpired, like L.A., Mesa, El Paso, San Antonio, Biloxi, Mobile, New Orleans, Pensacola, or any of the places I passed through en route to Florida. Nope. It was Phoenix, the sun city. There are several meanings to it all. 1) The phoenix and sun are both Brotherhood/Illuminati symbolisms. 2) The phoenix in particular is a major mind control symbolism. having to do with new personalities rising up and taking over the mind. And 3) The phoenix is about transformation. Rising from the ashes and being born again. Starting anew. Exactly what was happening while I was passing through Phoenix, parting ways from Joe and moving on to the next stage of my life.
Our parting of ways was riddled with synchs though, and this wasn’t the only one. First there’s the fact that after Joe was arrested in Portland, hauled off in the cop car, it was 1:41 a.m. exactly. (And not so much synch-related as much as just being straight up woo-woo paranormal, was how after he was released from jail a couple of days later, he mysteriously appeared on the doorstep of the place we had been staying at in Tigard. It was 18 miles from the jail, in 22 degree F weather, and he had no money, no car, no directions, no map, no friends to give him a lift, no physical address memorized, not a hair out of place (figuratively speaking) certainly not looking like he’d just walked the 18 miles in the freezing dark, and with no recollection of how he got there. One minute he said he was exiting the jail after being released, the next, he was at the bottom of the hill walking up the roadway to where we were staying in Tigard, with no memories of anything in between.) Then the next day after Joe and I finally parted ways for good, I found a penny on the ground at the bus stop in the morning when commuting to work that was dated 1981. I already knew it though before I bent and picked up the penny and turned it over in my hand. It’ll be for 1981, the year he was born. And there it was, 1981. And now this Phoenix thing a week later. So, yeah…..synchromysticism all the way. (and on a side note, in case it sounds like I view the Joe situation in a negative victim light, in actuality, since I was able to get away in one piece and start anew and get back on my feet, I look back on it all as the best time of my life. ;D Seriously. I’m very glad for it all. It’s the only reason I have my cat, my boyfriend Tom, and the only reason why this website even exists, or why I even have any of the knowledge I now have.)
“Unbreakable”/“Culture” January 13/14, 2003.
I had been talking on the phone with Tom, and we got to talking about how “they” tinker and interfere with people’s lives. And I said, “They manage to sabotage and break the spirits of so many people here, but some are just unbreakable,” among other things.
The next morning at work I was getting ready to leave to go to a meeting at one of the retirement condominium communities in Tamarac (Florida). I was supposed to take meeting minutes as the fill-in secretary. My coworker Ryan (who was often involved in lots of weird synchs and psychic happenings) brought up the subject of M. Night Shayamalan’s movie…..“Unbreakable.” Out of nowhere. Saying it totally sucked, didn’t it? to which I agreed, that yeah, in fact, it did.
But it gets better.
So I get to the meeting in Tamarac. I’m sitting at the table at the front of room, next to all the Board members, (all old retired people). Got my pad and pen, ready to take minutes for this boring meeting. The old guy sitting next to me is named Seymour, (See-More) and I looked down at Seymour’s cap which is on the table in front of him, and I see that on the front of the cap it says just one word.
Unbreakable.
Black cap, white words. “Unbreakable.”
Inside I thought “WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!” I mean, seriously, WTF?!?!! WOW.
Then there’s another layer to this whole incident.
After I left the meeting I stopped and paused and looked around the area, taking in the scene, before getting in my car. Just looking at the endless sea of retirement condominium buildings for miles around. And I thought, Wow, you know, people don’t realize it, but this is culture, right here! It is! You always hear about old people retiring down in Florida….well, this is it! This is where they come. This is an aspect of culture, right here! Then I was thinking that people would probably think I was really strange for seeing it as culture, because they certainly wouldn’t. They wouldn’t see it at all. (on a side note…again….see-more. haha)
So later that night I got take out Chinese food, and my fortune cookie said:
“You are a person of culture.”
I went WHAT?! Then LAUGHED my ass off.
Working through the lunch hour – November 17, 2003.
During my lunch break I was reading “1984” at my desk. My coworker Diane started blathering on and on about how our boss had called looking for Isabel when it was lunch time, and doesn’t he know it’s lunch, and what, does he expect her to work during her LUNCH or something?!? ? I had been glancing up here and there, nodding and pretending I was listening. (Diane always seemed to have a constant stream of chatter and rants and complaints going on, she never stopped talking.) And at that exact moment when she said “What, does he expect her to work during her LUNCH or something?!?” I looked back down and the next line on the page said,
“Look at him working away in the lunch hour,” said Parsons, nudging Winston.
My eyes popped out of my head!
Jet Plane/“Big ol’ Jet Airliner” – sometime in 2004, didn’t get the date.
Tom and I were on the 95 south (in Fort Lauderdale) around 11 p.m. or so, heading to the Starlite Diner that was open 24 hours. As we were approaching the Hollywood Ft. Lauderdale International Airport I wished to have a landing plane fly overhead right as we were passing by. Just like with LAX and Orange County Airports in California, the H/FL airport has planes flying right over the highway just before landing, which is cool. I could see landing lights of a plane in the dark at about the 2:00 position, and wondered if things would work out so that by the time we got up to that point in the highway it would be on top of us.
WELL…..it did, to put it mildly. Things worked out so insanely well that this jet was exactly straight on top of Tom’s car as we got to that part of the highway, and not only that, but it was the loudest, most powerful and intense close call with a jet that I’ve ever had. Tom too. It was right on top of us. It was exhilerating and “!!!!” Just unbelievable. I felt like I “reality created” and made that happen, because not only did I wish for it, but it was closer and more intense than any jet I’ve passed under on the SoCal freeways.
So then we get to the Starlite Diner, still marveling at the jet encounter. And after we get inside and are seated at a booth, we notice that the song playing overhead just so happens to be……“Big ol’ Jet Airliner” by the Steve Miller Band.
What are the odds!
“Kid Beyond.” April 26, 2006.
I was typing up what would have been a new thread on a message board I participate in, only to inexplicably get kicked off the internet seconds before posting. ! The entire thing, gone. Oh well. Not that important anyway, I realize. Guess it wasn’t meant to be. So, I was over it. Umm, guess I’ll go have a cinnamon raisin bagel with buttter! ;)
So because I was booted off and now had free time, Tom wanted to show me this demonstration thing he found online on his computer for this music editing software program used in music recording, called “Live.” A demo for Live is given by this beat boxer who uses it for his live stage performances, creating all this multi-layered music using only his voice, and nothing else, no instruments. It’s neat stuff, just one of those things you have to see to appreciate, it’s pretty impressive.
So, after we finished watching this guy’s demo, (his name is Kid Beyond) I was like, Hey, I wonder if he has a website? Tom did a search, found it, and pulled it up. We skimmed over the main page, and then Tom clicked on the “About Me” section. On the left hand side of the screen was the column for Upcoming Shows.
Tom suddenly says, “WHAT?!” as we both see where it says Charlottesville, Virginia. “He’s going to be HERE?” Tom says, surprised. “Wait…when is the date??” Because we both see that it says April 26….but it can’t be. So Tom opens up the calendar on the computer.
Yes. Today is Wednesday, April 26. And he’s playing here, where we live. Charlottesville. Tonight. At the Starr Hill Restaurant. The odds on this are absolutely…I don’t know. !
So because Tom needed to find a better music editing software program for his Mac, he found the site for Live, and then because I was inexplicably booted off my computer just seconds before posting a new thread, Tom decided to come over and show me the Kid Beyond demo that turned out to be interesting enough that I wanted to see if they dude had a website, only to go there and find out that this dude is playing here in Charlottesville, where we live, this very night. !
“2012” August 7, 2006.
While reading Dolores Cannon’s “Conversations with Nostradamus” book I was at the part where Dolores and her astrologer friends were trying to pinpoint the date of the great pole shift that’s yet to happen, (they decided tentatively on 2029…) Then I thought about 2012, and where that fit into the Big Picture, if at all, and whether something really would actually happen. I then decided to check out Rense.com and saw that their daily joke was…..a cartoon showing one Mayan asking another Mayan, “So, how come it ends in 2012?” as he looks at the big stone wheel. The other Mayan responds, “I ran out of space on the rock.” ;) Rense cartoons are always political. I’ve never seen one that didn’t revolve around Bush and his cabinet, Israel, the Iraq War, and conspiracies about diseases, chemtrails, and so on. So one about 2012 and the Mayans was a first…and interesting odds on the timing of that one.
“Horoscope signs not matching”/“dropping out.” September 11, 2006.
Synch 1: I was at work thinking about horoscope signs in relation to personality traits. Specifically, the fact that the sky has shifted due to the precession of the equinoxes, so the signs that astrology claims we’re born under is actually not accurate. Everything’s off by one sign, although most people don’t realize this. Modern astrology is still going by what the sky was thousands of years ago. I got up to go take a break and came back to my desk to resume reading the Dolores Cannon book, “Jesus and the Essenes,” and in the very next paragraph Dolores talks about how the woman she was hypnotically regressing was a Cancer…and how her personality doesn’t match what a Cancer is supposed to be, so this was surprising to Dolores. This was such a synch it’s uncanny.
Synch 2: Later on in the day I had a passing thought about the fact that I’d almost dropped out of high school due to being kicked out 6 weeks before graduation, and the bad circumstances causing me to almost have to do that. Then I picked the Essenes book back up to resume reading only to see that in the very next line, Dolores mentions that the aforementioned Cancer girl dropped out of school.
I seem to experience a lot of weird synchs while reading Dolores Cannon material.
“Ice bullets.” September 17, 2006. Tom had mentioned ice bullets, which are just what they sound like: bullets made of ice that melt in the body and leave no trace of a weapon. 3-4 hours later I had the urge to pick up and read my Boondocks comic book, “A Right to be Hostile,” and opened up to a random page, flipped backwards, and wound up on page 181…and found “ice bullets” mentioned in one of the comics on that page. The odds of this are astounding. I also hadn’t looked at that book in ages.
Words lining up. This is something that’s increased as time has gone on, but it’s where a word or entire phrase that I’m reading or typing will be said by somebody around me, or appear in a song I’m listening to, at the same exact moment. It’s uncanny when it happens, because we’re not talking common words like “a” “an” or “the,” which probably do have a high statistical chance of popping up in others’ conversations around us at the same time we may be reading them. And sometimes it’s an entire phrase, making it even more weird. I started really noticing this aspect of synchs at one particular temp job I was at back during 2006. It seemed my coworkers at neighboring desks in the big open room we all sat in would always manage to say words that would line up with whatever I was reading or thinking or doing at that moment. It was to the point that when I would hear them having conversations, I got tense and tried to block out what they were saying, because guaranteed, they were going to “line up” with whatever I was doing. There were times when it felt surreal, almost like time slowed down, and I’d be left with a weird look on my face like, “Did that really just happen?”
In flipping through my log book from that time period I see many an entry that simply lists a word or phrase, and then “lined up”: million, September, boots, comfortable, thank you, the time, record/s, reality, members, talk to you later, crazy, I can’t see, trustees, life, etc…….all words or phrases that were said by somebody around me right as I was reading them at that same exact moment. Currently, my log book has these occurrences of words that I was reading/thinking/writing that were said by somebody around me or in a song I was listening to at the same time: looking into, little, good, staff, changing, wrong number, home, surprise, avenue, take the cake, lips, enough, office, Virginia, mind, break, project, eight, kiss, cleaning, strange, let’s go, etc.
And then there were words that lined up that were nearly identical to each other, but it still counts. (And in a way, the fact that it was nearly identical but not exact makes it even more trippy, as you’ll see…..) vests/investments, unfortunately/fortune, she knows/she doesn’t know, 11/11th, replaced/replacement, responsible/irresponsible, main/Maine, light/lightning. Again, all these were said by somebody around me or appeared in a song at the exact moment I was reading or thinking the close counterpart.
One idea my boyfriend and I have both had was whether or not the words themselves that are lining up have any significant double meaning. When you think about it, why did that particular word or phrase line up? Any of the words could have, so, why that one, you know? So far I haven’t really been able to find too much significance to the double meaning idea……….though during one particular week the words that lined up were “enough,” “office,” and then “Virginia.” So I was wondering if something was trying to tell me that I’d just about had enough with working at my office, which is here in Virginia. :D Because that was actually how I was feeling during that time period. There were things happening that were annoying the crap out of me and making me wonder if I should just go. But so far that has been the only time where the words that were lining up seemed to correlate in any double meaning sort of way.
As mentioned, as time has gone on these types of synchs have been on the increase for me, and they’re getting downright strange in the way they’re happening. It’s no longer good enough to just have somebody say the same thing I’m reading at that moment, ohhhh noooo. ;D Now, it’s gotta have an extra helping of Weird in the mix. Why be boring, right? ;) Some notable examples from my log book:
This whole thing is bizarro only because Molly was repeatedly delayed in being able to tell me this paper doll story. But had she been able to tell me the story when she originally intended to, then “she knows/she doesn’t know!” wouldn’t have happened.
Numbers lining up. This one closely ties in with the previous one. But there are times when numbers will line up in an uncanny way, similar to the idea of a word being said right as I’m reading it. Some examples from my log book: Sending an email to an address that has the number “1020” in the address, and it turns out I sent the email at 10:20 a.m. exactly. Receiving revenue payment from Lulu press in the amount of $9.18, on 9/18. Just coincidentally worked out to be that way, the one and only time something like that happened. Did a search on a message board for posts containing a particular term, and 118 results came back. Right after that I checked my email and found 118 messages in my bulk spam folder. In my “number sightings” section there’s an incident at a fast food restaurant where I was assigned # 315 at 5:13 p.m. exactly, the same number in reverse. The timing on that was uncanny. Very precise. And then on 3/20/10 I was at Giant grocery store and at the bottom of my receipt it said that my year-to-date “bonus card savings” was exactly $ 3.20……on 3/20. Another time it was the number 120 that kept happening, on January 20th. A message left at 1:20 pm on 1/20, then immediately after the message thing I came across a Yahoo headline talking about “more than 120 busted…” then immediately after that something called “Buzz Up – 120 votes.” Strange…..
Kurt and Marcus and other name synchs
Relating to number and date synchs and things lining up would be the name synchs. A great example happened in February of 2010, when me and coworker were debating about the name of a delivery driver for a local bakery bread shop. She insisted that it was this guy named Carroll, and I was insistant that no, it’s not him. It’s this other guy but for the life of me I couldn’t remember his name. Back and forth, back and forth. She was just convinced she was right, while I knew she wasn’t, but without a name there was no way to prove myself. As our debate hit a lull I hopped on the ‘net and checked my personal email and saw that I’d just received an email from a reader of my website named Kurt. I was interested in the email itself but didn’t pay attention to the name. And it was the next morning when I spontaneously remembered…..the delivery driver’s name is Kurt. And then I remembered the email that arrived right in the middle of our debate from a guy named Kurt. The only Kurt who’s ever emailed me. The odds on that are astounding. What’s funny is Kurt has turned out to be one of the coolest people I’ve ever emailed with, and we’ve continued to have an ongoing email friendship, so it was like the universe was making an announcement when his first email arrived. :D And in December 2010 I’d received an email from a ‘net aquaintence named Marcus that I knew going back a few years to the now defunct Noble Realms messageboard forum. I hadn’t heard from him in ages (probably at least 2 years?) He was just popping by to say hi basically, and in the middle of reading his email this guy I’d never seen before came by our office to see if my coworker was around, who happens to be on vacation. I asked him if I could take a message for her and he said Naa, that’s okay, just tell her Marcus came by to see her…… Then this year, in April of 2011 I was making mention of my mom “Christine” to my coworker at my job, and right at that moment a call comes in from somebody asking for a Christine West. My mom’s name….who lives out west in SoCal. O.o Weird. Another time recently I was typing up a document for personal use pertaining to my job history, and got to a part concerning this one jerky boss named Craig at a job I had back in the 90s, right as somebody called on the phone at that moment asking for “Craig.” The odds on all of these are kind of astounding.
Cell phone. I was eating lunch at Padow’s deli, reading one of the free “Appalachian Voice” newspapers they have laying around, and it was a story about one of the Appalachian mountain story tellers. In the middle of reading the article, a woman standing behind me calls out “Did anybody lose their cellphone?” I turn and see her holding up a cellphone, asking everybody if it’s theirs. I turn back to the article…and the very next line says that the storyteller’s tale was interrupted by the ringing of a cellphone in the audience. !!! I turned and did a double take back at the lady holding up the cellphone, then re-read the line with “cellphone” in it just for good measure. So surreal.
The honeybee stamp. – March 16, 2007. I was at work and had emailed with an internet acquaintance named Shannon in Oklahoma, who happened to know UFO/abduction researcher Barbara Bartholic, and was giving me an update of sorts about Barbara in that email. Slight back story: Awhile back, Shannon had told Barbara the story of my “swarm of angry bees,” which I talk about in Part II of my book, something that Barbara was familiar with in her own paranormal research. In fact, the swarm of angry bees happened to me right after reading Barbara’s book for several hours, then later it was Barbara herself who encouraged me to add that anecdote into my book because of the way I had conquered it and made them immediately stop and disburse…something she said she hadn’t heard anybody do before. So anyway, on this particular day I was emailing with Shannon who’d just been talking to Barbara, and she gave me an update of sorts about her. Then I had to leave my desk to go do a project and was gone for about two hours. I returned to my desk at 10:50 a.m. and see this small square of paper on the edge of my desk, which wasn’t there before. I picked it up, curious, and realized it’s an old 25 cent used postage stamp of all things, featuring an insect on a flower. Looking closer I realize it’s a honeybee on a clover. Okay….I thought, wondering why this was on my desk. I ask around, but none of my coworkers knew anything about it. Something like this had never happened before in the 10 months I’d been there by that point, nobody had ever just left random things on my desk like that. It was also a very quiet office, not too many people, and everybody’s desks were very spread out apart. So it was such a strange and unusual thing to find on my desk that I didn’t just automatically dismiss it, or chuck the stamp aside. Instead I actually looked up the stamp online and learned that it was from 1988. So, a used postage stamp that’s almost 20 years old just……sitting on my desk out of nowhere when I got back. And nobody knows anything about it. Okey dokey. And it features a bee of all things. After I’d just been talking to Shannon who’d been talking to Barbara, who I had an established “bee” connection with. The whole thing was bizarre. Then right after this happened I had the tug to glance at the clock, and see that it said 11:11, whatever that was supposed to mean. !! That’s one of “those” numbers that follows a lot of people around in life. So, I brought the stamp home with me and tucked it away in my journal and still have it to this day. Then today on the phone (3/31/08) when telling Barbara about this for the first time she exclaimed that 1988 was the year that the alien abduction invasion ruckus took off in Tulsa, which she was completely in the middle of, investigating. (this is talked about in her book.) So, another layer to the synch….
The tick. – March 22-23, 2007. On March 22 Tom and I were standing outside while the cat poked around, and he noticed that I had a tick crawling on my pants. Left side, my upper thigh, on the side just below the hip.
The next day at work, Molly comes in and shows me her new diabetic devise attached to the lower left side of her abdomen, above her hip, and tells me that it’s nickname is The Tick,….because it’s actually latched to her, with a needle, doing blood sugar readings. What are the odds on that…….
Antarctica/“synch” January 20, 2008. I had watched a downloaded episode of the show Stargate SG-1 that took place in Antarctica, called “Frozen.” A couple of hours later I received an email from a ‘net acquaintance regarding what of all things but Antarctica. Then when I was telling Tom about the funny synch, I said the word “synch” right as he was reading that word on his own computer. Synchs on top of synchs…..
Dennis Banks’ autobiography. April 12, 2008. I wanted to read the autobiography of American Indian activist and AIM founder Dennis Banks, and looked at copies for sale on Amazon on Saturday morning. In the end I decided not to buy it, (bought a different book instead). Figured it was best to see if the library had a copy I could read for free instead. So I checked our local library’s online catalog and saw that yup, they did carry the book, and actually had it in stock. Cool! I thought, with plans to go to the library that afternoon. But then I changed my mind, thinking of Saturday afternoon traffic and all that, and figured I’d wait until Sunday. But then a few hours later I changed my mind yet again, and off I went. Flash forward to that night, where I’m reading the book and see that Dennis was born….April 12, 1937. The same day I got the book, April 12th. I was originally going to buy the book on Amazon which means I wouldn’t have gotten the book for about another two weeks, then was going to go to the library on Sunday the 13th, only to change my mind on both accounts, and so wound up getting the book on Dennis’ birthday instead, of all days. (and a little while later while reading, in another part of the book, he talks about escaping from the ’73 siege of Wounded Knee before the Feds could kill him, and says he and his group slipped off into the night at 9 p.m. Well, it was exactly 9 p.m. in my reality when I got to that part of the book.) What it all means, I don’t know, but that’s kind of wild!
Dates and such will often times “line up” for me, the Dennis Banks incident isn’t isolated. On a whim I’ll look up somebody’s info. on the internet (like on imdb.com or something) for a specific reason pertaining to whatever I’m doing, and it turns out their birthday is/was the same as the current date, but it’s not like I knew that before I decided to look them up. [this just happened again to me on 11/20/11.] Or a death date will line up, or some date in general will line up to the current date. This has happened probably now 10-12 times. One time I was watching the Jodie Foster movie, “The Brave One,” something I’d been meaning to look up for awhile. (totally ridiculous movie, btw. :D ) I’d remember then forget, remember and forget, so I finally remembered again and decided to watch it on June 11th (2010) and there’s a scene in the movie when Jodie Foster’s character mentions the date of her attack…..June 11th. Of all days. There’s a 1 in 365 chance that the writers would have picked that date, and then a 1 in 365 chance that I would have picked that day to finally watch the movie. It’s beyond probability, imo. Then there’s the time I decided on a whim to purchase an Elvis CD at a Starbucks in Fort Lauderdale….coincidentally on the exact 50th anniversary to the day of when he recorded his first song. And that CD had been on the counter for sale for weeks, but that was the day of all days that I decided, Hey, why not, let’s get this, it’ll be fun. But this sort of thing seems to go on a lot, and it’s always a freaky deaky.
Swiss army knife. November 10, 2008. I was at my second job, messing around on the computer between phone calls on this one website called “Brain Bashers.” Well there’s this one silly typing game/challenge thing where you have to see how quickly and accurately you can type these random sentences, sometimes complete with typos and nonsense word combinations, moving on to the next levels. Obviously I was quite bored. ;) So I read the rules and clicked the button to start the game, and the very first sentence the game “randomly generates” says, “I need to find my swiss army knife.” I just stared at the screen like, WHAT?! Flashback to the previous two weeks, where my boyfriend Tom was searching high and low to find his missing swiss army knife that he’s had since he was a teen. !!! All around the apartment, in his car, even in my car he looked, to no avail. The swiss army knife was completely missing. He caved in and wound up buying a new one online, and even bought me a mini one that has girly flowers on the handle. :) So the theme of the past two weeks for him, and spilling over to me, had been “I need to find my swiss army knife.” It’s synchs like this that can really make you wonder. The ant in the alien ant farm. Tom’s had mild synchs this past week (November 10-14) and I have too, though much milder, and different, than the flagrant swiss army knife one. They involved people saying something right as I was reading it, the whole “stuff lining up at the same time” sort of deal. Also had two ear ringings this week and various number sightings.
Small spate of synchs, week of May 18, 2009. This week there have been the instances of reading words right as somebody around me says them, but things kicked up a notch today, 5/20. Was reading the word “credit” right as a coworker nearby said it at the exact same moment. Also have had ear tones this week, including today. Then two more synchs happened at lunch, back to back. First I opened up the local Cville Weekly paper, and flipped to the back page, called “The Rant,” where they print the rants that people phone in and leave on the voicemail. It’s kind of comical, but yet never anything good. And that’s exactly what I was thinking as I was opening the paper – Just once, why can’t there be any good rants saying really juicy conspiratorial stuff??? There was once a lone rant about chemtrails some months back, trying to bring it to people’s attention, but that’s it. Everything else people rant about is the most petty mundane nonsense, bad drivers, “Obama sucks!” and run-ins with stupid people, that’s all it ever seems to be. Why can’t it ever be anything meaningful and interesting?! Well sure enough, the last rant at the bottom right hand corner of the page? It said this:
“Transmission 1: Look around you. Open your eyes. Charlottesville is a reptilian hub. The Illuminati are here, and the upper echelon of this organization is not entirely human. Shit is about to start going down within the next three years. You need a survival kit and survival skills. Buy a gun and learn how to use it. Your life may depend on it. If you are black or Hispanic, beware of the second coming of the mutated swine flu hitting this fall or winter, the N.W.O. are hoping for a 90% kill rate. End transmission 1.”
I have never, ever seen a rant like that in the Rant section, ever. Not until having a desperate thought about wanting to finally see an actual interesting and unusual conspiratorial rant. Then there it was. It doesn’t get more fringe and conspiratorial than calling the leaders of local government Reptilians, and then seeming as if it’s partially referencing Montalk’s article about a possible flu pandemic come this fall or winter. Then the classic line “Open your eyes,” which I talk about in my “Mind Control Symbolisms and Programming Triggers in Movies” write up. I’m looking forward to “Transmission 2.” Maybe “The Rant” is finally getting interesting. ;)
So then right after that I’m flipping through the rest of the Cville weekly and see an ad announcing that the band Heart will be here in Charlottesville. Tonight, actually, I realize when looking closer, May 20th. Huh. I realize that was the road crew I saw setting up the stage at 8 a.m. this morning over at the Pavilion when I was passing by on my way in to work. (this isn’t the synch though.) And right then, on the radio playing overhead? The song finishes……..and on comes Heart. The song “These Dreams,” from the 80s. Not one of my faves, I personally dig their 70s stuff. But the odds on that are pretty astounding, reading about Heart, then a Heart song kicks in on the radio. Yeah, sometimes it does feel a bit like a dream. Think I’m going to put on “Magic Man” and “Crazy on You” now in tribute. ;)
“Boulder is Better” – February 23, 2010
For about the past two weeks we’d been pondering on what other location(s) would be good to move to in the event we ever felt we needed to leave Virginia. (It’s always good to have a back up plan! :D ) One of the areas I’d been heavily researching was Boulder, Colorado, since it’s similar to where we currently live, only bigger, more interesting, and out west. It definitely seemed like a possibility, although I did have reservations, namely….it’s in Colorado, not far from Denver. That area in general is highly questionable at best, and I’ve even mentioned the whole “Go West” MILABS conspiracy in my book. It was still something to keep in mind, just in case, ‘cause you never know, although as time wore on I was taking the idea less seriously. Flash forward to last night, when Tom was talking on the phone with a guy named Paul who liked Tom’s website, and was also connected to some people that we know here in Charlottesville. They chatted about various things from Tom’s website, and the subject eventually got around to Charlottesville. Paul mentioned that he felt there was something “wrong” about this area, mainly all the rich new agers who are really just big ol’ fakers (totally agree with him there.) And in general was kind of instilling a “vibe of doubt” it seems concerning Charlottesville. What’s very important to note though is that Tom never once mentioned Boulder to him, or our research of alternate places to live. He didn’t bother getting into it. So then not too long after they hung up Paul followed up with an email to Tom that had a link to some site. And the subject line? Which btw had nothing to do with the link itself, it was just there, like a flashing neon message: “Boulder is better.” That’s it.
Having strange-o unbelievable synchs that seem to reinforce the idea of moving to a certain location isn’t something new for me, and I even discuss it in my book, in the section about Ear tones, Numbers Sightings and Synchs. I had the “pen from nowhere” incident in Portland, Oregon, seeming to encourage me to fill out the job application I was holding in my hand and thus, stay put in Portland; and then the New Mexico license plate incidents while in Florida, when thinking about whether or not I’d want to move there next, both detailed in my book. Something I point out in my book is that synchs often times seem to utilize people, because people crossing our paths giving us messages will get our attention more so than an inanimate object, because that’s just the way human psychology works. In this case we have both going on. Person giving pointed, synchronous message, that reinforces the idea of moving to Boulder, when he had no way of knowing such a thing. I’ve warned against this in my writings, saying that in my opinion it’s not a good thing when blunt, in-your-face synchs happen that try to hit you over the head with an idea about what path you’re “supposed” to be on. Naive new agers might mistakenly look at any and all of these types of occurrences as being “guideposts from the universe!” because they tend to lack awareness of, or have reluctance dealing with, negative trickster elements. It’s in my opinion that only negative/trickster forces work in this way. A positive force operates differently.
I’d be willing to bet that Paul had no idea why he decided to put “Boulder is better” in the subject line, it was probably one of those typical urges that people often get that they just respond to…..thinking it’s their own thought or urge when in actuality it’s coming from someplace else, working through the person. It’s something I’ve written about a LOT on my website. This happens all the time, everyday, people thinking, saying or doing something and not questioning where it’s coming from. So my conclusion is that I realize I’m perfectly content to stay where we are. If anything, my research into other areas just made me realize that I’m in no hurry to leave this one. Gave me some new found appreciation for where we are. Something seemed just a little too eager to jump on that “potential opportunity,” which reaffirms to me that we should just stay put!
“Hawks, eagles and falcons” – May 5, 2010
This one is yet another involving the infamous Cville Weekly’s “Rant” page. :D And it’s very strange. But two days ago Tom and I were going for a drive on Route 20 in the late afternoon/early evening, enjoying the Virginia countryside. On our way back there was a bird we both noticed on the side of the road in the ditch/gutter area taking off into the air while carrying a small animal. The animal was big enough (and the bird was small enough) that you could clearly see it was heavy for the bird, and it was slow in lifting off into the air, really flapping and exerting effort. I was just like, Wow! You don’t see something like that too often. We figured the prey must have been a rodent or something, like maybe a mole, since it looked dark. That lead to wondering what the bird itself was. Tom said, “An eagle?” I just laughed. It’s not an eagle. :D hahaha! Oh my god. So then he chuckled and said I don’t know, a falcon? I laughed even more at the exotic bird of prey which clearly didn’t match the bird we saw. Then he tossed out “Hawk??” It was just funny because the bird wasn’t big enough to be any of those things from what I saw, but I could be wrong, who knows. So then we get home and I’m carrying in my small pile of Cville Weeklies that I grabbed on my way out of Kmart earlier. I wouldn’t have even noticed them or grabbed them except for Tom brought it to my attention, so I figured why not, and grabbed a pile. (I use them for my cat’s litter box.) As I walked inside I flipped to the “Rant” section on the back page and lo and behold, once again the last rant on the page (besides being funny) synchronistically lined up:
“Listen up, Charlottesville. Birds are sweet, and they’re also really cool, and if I don’t start haring more people talking about birds around town I’m going to lose it. Hawks, eagles, falcons and other birds of prey, are so fucking sweet and awesome that sometimes I can’t even see straight when I think about them. But thinking about them isn’t enough. I want to hear some chatter about birds, C’ville.”
:D :D Hawks, eagles and falcons. The three exact birds Tom had mentioned not even 20 minutes earlier. And the only reason it had happened was because I had gone back to Kmart to return something and get a refund, and then Tom pointed out the Cville Weeklies on our way out, something he doesn’t normally do. So I grabbed them and then we headed out to our other errands, then when we were done running our errands we went for a spur of the moment drive and eventually turned the car around and headed back after driving for a bit, which meant that we’d be driving by at the exact moment when that bird next to the road was taking off with a small animal in its claws which set the stage for our “What kind of bird is it?” conversation and thus…….everything lined up exactly into place. So the odds on this are pretty crazy. This whole week has been strange with ear tones and synchs, and then early in the week we had what we jokingly call “a day of improbabilities,” where all sorts of unusual things happened in one day that don’t normally happen, along with synchs.
I also have some interesting MILAB/abduction related synchronicities that I talk about in my book “Chasing Phantoms,” so I won’t retread over those here. And another common happening are “message board synchs,” when message board participants are thinking about a particular subject, only to log onto their favorite forum and see that somebody has just started a thread about that very subject, or written a post making mention of it. This has happened to me on numerous occasions, and is pretty freaky deaky. Even weirder is when several people are all thinking about a particular topic that then gets addressed by somebody in the group.
So why do synchs happen, and what’s behind them? Nobody knows for certain, myself included, however there are various theories:
So basically when you’re stagnating in life, closed off in your cocoon and disconnected/fragmented, living the same old life, day in and day out, then you’re not opening yourself up to being connected to the unified whole. But when you’re changing and evolving, learning new things, coming out of your cocoon, expanding, and experiencing a life that’s more connected to the whole, then you’re opening yourself up to glimpsing the universe, and thus, synchronicities will be on the increase. I can definitely confirm that this seems to be the case in my own experiences. Times of great inner and outer change, especially when it’s positive, mean lots more synchronicities. Times of stagnation….nothing seems to happen. I noticed this on my own, but with my own personal angle/interpretation of it all, as we’ll see in the next bullet point:
And on a related note:
One example of a positive message synch was back in 2003, when I had been talking to my boyfriend about a well known internet personality/conspiracy writer/channeler who was one of those “all gloom and doom, all the time” people. This person is forever wallowing in a “woe is me” victim mindset, grumping about everything that was wrong and ugly in the world. They even run one of those infamous alternative news headline sites, under the guise of “informing” us. I told my boyfriend that I just can’t be that way. No matter what’s going on around me in life, I can still usually see what’s good and right about things. (I thought about my picture taking as I said this, which is all about admiring everything that’s beautiful in the world around us….including taking pics of things that most people wouldn’t find worthy of photographing, let’s just put it that way. :D But to me it’s interesting, and that’s why way back when I liked the movie “Pecker,” and then “American Beauty.” So me and my camera taking pictures of everything from colorful flowers and the ocean, to used needles lying next to a piece of tinfoil covered in brown drug residue on a sidewalk in the ghetto area of Portland could totally relate to those movies…..)
So as we were talking, I saw the unopened fortune cookie lying on the counter from our Chinese take out the night before. I had forgotten to eat my cookie with my meal, so I ripped into it now as we talked.
The fortune synchronistically said:
“You find the beauty in ordinary things. Do not lose this ability.”
Had I opened the cookie the night before with my dinner then this synch wouldn’t have happened. So, an important, positive, helpful message being conveyed through a very obvious case of synchronicity. Freewill isn’t being violated, and everybody wins.
Another amazing case of fortune cookie synchronicity happened on January 18, 2008. For about two weeks I’d been worrying to myself that maybe by sticking with my temp agency (who I’d been with at that point for four years now….) I was somehow limiting myself, and “putting all my eggs in one basket.” I wasn’t sure what I should be doing, if I was doing the right thing or not by staying with them and hoping they’d come up with another assignment for me. Then I received a fortune cookie on 1/18 from our favorite Chinese buffet that said, “No harm in putting all your eggs in one basket – just watch it closely.” Really, what are the odds? Sychronistic message from something higher, obviously, answering me back. It made me smile though, and shortly thereafter I did receive another, kind of primo assignment from my agency, and thus continued to stick around with them. But still, I keep a close eye on the basket. ;) There are even more of these amazing synchronous fortune cookie messages, but these ones are good examples to illustrate. I don’t consider these to be coincidental at all, and for me they have been a direct “oracle” tool for receiving bits of important advise and insight. But, that’s just me! I know skeptics would disagree.
In the book, The Alien Love Bite by Eve Lorgen, she details alien involvement into human love relationships, which always entails synchronicity to some extent. Two targets will be brought together and bitten with the “love bite,” falling into a passionate – and very manipulated – affair, then broken apart, all so that the aliens can feed on the resulting intense emotions of it all. And what initially helps reinforce to these targets that they “should” be together are unbelievable synchronicities, psychic happenings, and so on. So, that’s another thing to keep in mind if you’re an abductee and begin experiencing some far out synchs and strange happenings with a romantic interest. It very well may be artificial and manipulated.
The idea of messages being conveyed to us through meaningful symbolism and synchronicity actually overlaps with my piece about dreamtime versus our waking lives,, and the idea of interpreting the symbols around you in life the same as you would a dream, complete with dream dictionary and all. Synchronicities in themselves may have individual symbolic meaning, as well as being indicative of something bigger going on in general. The universe is always speaking to us, it’s just a matter of whether we’re paying attention or not.
Recommended Reading
There Are No Accidents – Synchronicity and the Stories of Our Lives- Robert H. Hopcke.
This book has been around since 1997 but I only just came across it last week. It’s an excellent look into the nature of synchronicity. “How do we identify these startling coincidences as something special? How do we recognize their significance…and learn to use them as turning points that lead us toward a more meaningful life story? In this inspiring book, Jungian psychotherapist Robert Hopcke explores the role of synchronicity in our love lives and work lives, in the everyday and the spiritual, in waking and in dreams. Filled with fascinating stories, There Are No Accidents offers us a “novel” way to examine our lives – as coherent, powerful narratives in which we ourselves are the protagonists.” I particularly enjoyed several points that Mr. Hopcke brings up, (bolded words my own emphasis):
- “The reason, I think, that synchronicity, ‘the simultaneous occurrence of two meaningfully but not causally connected events,’ has remained controversial and difficult to accept since Jung’s development of the concept, is because synchronicity forces us to shake off the unconscious tyranny of cause-and-effect thinking […] causal thinking seduces us into an illusion of complete power over our surroundings and enhances our sense that we are in control of our destiny, a vision quite flattering to our own egos. Cause-and-effect thinking enables us to feel in control, to split ourselves off from the world ‘outside’ and operate upon it.”
- “Besides challenging the sense of control which cause-and-effect thinking provides us, to allow for acausal connections between events would also mean acknowledging that the physical world is not separate from interior psychic events.”
– “….synchronicity as an acausal connecting principle also challenges our notion of time, specifically, the way in which we rely upon linear notion of time to organize our view of the world. Cause-and-effect thinking necessitates the concepts of “before” and “after”: causes have to occur before the effects.”
He noted many of the same things that I and others also have, including how synchs often times seem to operate outside of time, and how they often correlate to thoughts we’re having, as well as noting that “such a meaningful coincidence is “like a waking dream.” These are all spot on observations, and the reason I’m recommending his book. It’s these exact things that can really leave a person befuddled when in the midst of some pretty far out synchronicities. !!
What a Coincidence! – the Wow! Factor in Synchronicity by Susan M. Watkins. I only just came across this interesting book that tries to get to the bottom of what synchs are and how they occur. When I saw that the author has synchronicities that rival my own with their multi-layered, time-spanning qualities, and that she has been logging her stuff just as I do, then I had to get this book. I could really relate to the types of things that have happened to her, and most importantly, I enjoyed her ideas for how to create and encourage synchronicities to happen…an intriguing concept, as it means that we are helping to form the reality around us minute to minute. ! So if this article has piqued your interest in looking closer at the nature of synchroncities, and you enjoy people who write from personal experience, then this is a worthwhile book to check out.
The Mothman Prophesies by John Keel. Skip the movie (although it’s good too in its own right, for different reasons…) and go right for the book. It’s a page turner, and the perfect example of group synchronicity and hyperdimensional manipulation from behind the scenes. When John Keel was researching the Mothman back in the 60’s he had an extended network of people he was communicating with around the country via phone and mail, (the days before the internet, after all) and some of the synchs that began happening and the way things were “lining up” among his network were truly amazing. But in this case, behind-the-scenes entities may have been the culprits behind it all….
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