Updated March 31, 2008 – Couple of new-old ;) synchs added, taken from my journal that are worthy of being on here but which I overlooked when first writing this…..
Oh, where to even begin with this one. ! 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.
Synchronicities are meaningful coincidences. 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.
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….
“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.
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. This thing couldn’t have been more than 100 feet over us, maybe less. 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. !
“Not what it purports to be.” August 2, 2006. Earlier this morning I was responding to a post over on a particular message board forum. I was cutting and pasting dialogue where somebody had made the comment about somebody else, saying that this person “_____ is not who she purports to be…” (won’t use her name here) Later at work I was reading the book “Mind Control, World Control” where author Jim Keith says “[the book]Transformation of America is not what it purports to be…” An unusual phrase to encounter twice in one day. (There’s another instance in my log book mentioning the word “wherewithal,” another unusual word, which I encountered twice in one day.)
TGIF”/“the end. August 4, 2006. Spent all day itching for the weekend to start, thinking how glad I am that it’s finally Friday. Very unusual for me. My job is easy and mindless so I’m not one of those “TGIF” people. Also while at work I emailed a friend regarding a particular “insight” I’d had about something “big” happening within the next few months ushering in “the end.” Not too long after that I had the idea to go check on Ellie Crystal’s website, www.crystalinks.com, not something I normally do anymore. Well, today’s post was called “TGIF,” and was all about being glad for the weekend and Friday…not something she normally writes about either.
Then she went on to comment that “…we are close to the end…”
Egypt”/“2012 August 7, 2006.
Synch 1: While reading Dolores Cannon’s Nostradamus book, (Volume II) my mind wandered to the idea of a past life in Egypt and possible occult ritual doings that may still be following me around. And the very next sentence I read said, “…in Egypt…”
Synch 2: While reading the Nostradamus book again, 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.
“Reality” September 25, 2006
I went to change my cat’s litter box, and realized I was all out of extra newspaper to use as floor liner. I usually have one or two extra “Cville Weekly” free newspapers on hand in one of the kitchen cabinets to use as floor liner, but alas, I seemed to be out of newspaper. Doh! But that’s when Tom, who’s like, a foot taller than me noticed Hey, there’s some newspapers on the tip top of the stacked washer/drier unit. Yay! I would never have seen them, since I’m short. So he pulled those down for me, and I put them on top of the washing machine lid while I got everything set up to change her litter box. I then hear Tom making a joke about “……reality creation…..” off to the side, right as my eyes fall on the Cville Weekly paper’s column called “Reality Bites.” The word “reality” lined up at the exact same moment creating that surreal feeling.
The way everything had to work in order for that to end up coming together/aligning the way it was very weird.
“Record(s)” September 26, 2006. I’m at my desk at work eating lunch, and hop over to www.ocweekly.com to read the online version of the indie newspaper The OC Weekly, (holdovers from when I used to live in SoCal ;) ) I decide to randomly click on the feature where they interview people every week to learn about their jobs. One week it was a chick who works at a tanning salon. Another week it was a guy who works as personal security for strippers who perform in people’s homes. This week it’s a dude who works in a record store. Record store….sounds interesting, so I click. And right as I’m reading this line:
“…work at a record store….”
(http://www.ocweekly.com/music/music/diggin-deeper/25873/)
….Sarah, who sits behind me, says to Mike “….does 139 records sound reasonable?….”
The word “records” and “record” lined up at the same exact moment, and created a bizarre feeling of “is this really happening? It feels so surreal. For me to pick that exact moment to check out the OC Weekly site, and to choose that story out of all the stories to click on, putting everything into place like a chess piece so things would line up like that when they did………..it’s unreal.
And now in looking back over both these back-to-back incidents which occurred one day apart, it involves the OC Weekly, and the Cville Weekly. Two indie newspapers for their respective local areas; then reading a word in these publications right as somebody next to me says it out loud. Reality, and Record. A record of reality. Record reality. hmm.
Dear God, What Does It Meeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaan???!? :D haha
“Million.” October 13, 2006. The word “million” was said by one of my co-workers right at the exact moment I was reading it. This happens at work so often that I won’t bother to list all the occurrences. In flipping through my log book though I see many an entry that simply lists a word, and then “lined up”: September, boots, vests/investments, unfortunately/fortune, comfortable, thank you, the time, record/s, members, talk to you later, etc…….all words that my co-workers said right as I was reading them at the same exact moment. (There have also been many words that I was typing right as a song I was listening to said the same word in the lyrics, since I listen to music a lot when writing/typing on my computer.) But as first noted in the previous entry, my co-workers have the………….uncanny ability to constantly say things that match up to stuff I’m reading, either in a book or on the ‘net. It’s to the point that when I hear them having conversations now I get tense and try to block out what they’re saying, because guaranteed, they’re going to “line up” with what I’m doing. There are times when it feels surreal, almost like time slows down, and I’m left with a weird look on my face like, “Did that really just happen?”
“Dolphins.” November 1, 2006. I had just finished watching one of the episodes of Steven Spielberg’s “Taken” miniseries, specifically, the episode where young Allie the hybrid alien child is at the Seattle aquarium with her mom, at the dolphin tank, and the dolphins flock towards her in the tank. So the episode finishes and I shut off the movie and log on to the ‘net to check my email. And an acquaintance of mine has just emailed me to ask how to set up an avatar for herself for the message board forum we participate in. She goes on to say that the only one she found was a dolphin, but that wasn’t the one she wanted. !
“Paper dolls”/“she knows.” November 21, 2006. This one’s weird, and ties into the coworkers thing mentioned above…but two-fold. My coworker Molly started to try to tell me a funny story about something, but was interrupted by her phone. After hanging up, she tried to tell me the story again. And was interrupted by another call. This time it was her boss calling her into her office to give her an emergency project, so Molly had to put aside telling me the story. Finally when things calmed down I asked her what she was going to tell me. She took a breath and was about to launch into it when her phone rang yet AGAIN. By this point it was ridiculous, and I joked that she obviously wasn’t meant to tell me this story. She got off the call and said that’s it, she’s not going to answer the phone until she gets this story out. The story ends up being relatively mundane – just this funny bit about a woman who used to work there (who was in her late 30s) who was obsessed with…paper dolls. In fact, this woman’s son was born during the same week that the annual Paper Doll Convention is held, and she told Molly that it’s unfortunate she won’t be able to ever celebrate her son’s birthday with him because the paper doll convention is held at the same time, and sorry, but that comes first. !!!! I was like WHAT?? It seemed ludicrous, but yet it was totally true. It struck me as being so bizarre though that I decided to hop online and Google paper dolls and see what the fuss was. They’re two dimensional pieces of paper, I mean, come on now. I wound up by chance at this link: http://www.makingfriends.com/f_Friends.ht, and you’ll see that it says “She knows” at the top left hand corner. At the same exact moment my eyes were falling on the words “she knows,” one of our coworkers Mike calls out from his desk to another coworker, “She doesn’t know….!” It lined up perfectly, to the point where I had that “time slowing down” surreal feeling, and actually did a double take, wondering, Did that really happen?!
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.
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 mentioned that in her email to me and gave me an update of sorts. 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 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…….
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 catalogue 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 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!
Message board synchs. Another common occurrence is message board participants 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.
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.
So why do synchs happen, and what’s behind them? Nobody knows for certain, myself included, however I do have some theories:
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, and which can really raise your frequency and keep you focused on the good.)
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.
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 seem to be the culprits behind it all….
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Carissa Conti