Golden Gate Bridge
This synchro is from a friend who works in a creative field but wishes to remain anonymous. It’s one of those powerful synchros that hits you smack in the face because of the odds involved, life-affirming, synchronicity on steroids. I have just one question about the story, which was pointed out by Bernard Beitman, who has a similar followup story. Can the Golden Gate Bridge be seen fro Golden Gate Park?
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My husband told me a synchronicity story this evening. He works with a man – let’s call him Jake – whose wife, Isabel, had a brain tumor 10 years ago and had it surgically removed in San Francisco. Isabel was told she wouldn’t live to see her daughter walk. It’s been ten years, and she has had to have the surgery a second time, and MRI’s every 3 months, but she’s still alive.
Jake and Isabel live where we do, in southern California, but went up to San Francisco for the weekend and decided to have a picnic at the Golden Gate Park. They noticed a man there who was looking at the Golden Gate Bridge and suddenly started crying. He looked harmless, but distressed, and Jake and Isabel decided to try and talk to him.
The crying man, let’s call him Pete, told Jake and Isabel that his wife was in the hospital with a brain tumor. She was going to have an operation but Pete didn’t think she was going to live. Pete’s wife, Diane, had the SAME kind of tumor and the SAME doctor was going to operate on her who operated on Isabel, at the SAME hospital. Isabel told Pete that she lived through the surgery and was still kicking – and to have hope. He felt very comforted by that chance encounter.
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I sent the synchro to Bernard Beitman, a visiting professor of psychiatry at the University of Virginia. He’s writing a book on coincidences and I was curious to hear what he thought of this story. He sent me the following story, which he’s using in his book, in a chapter on health and coincidences. There are striking similarities:
A patient of mine, learning of my interest, described a very meaningful, coincidental encounter.
When 7 years old my son Peter became critically I’ll , and was diagnosed with leukemia. The onset was sudden, and it was quite a terrifying experience. 3 years later, just after my son had completed his treatments and declared healthy, I was back at the hospital, in the blood collection center to donate platelets….something I began doing regularly after Peter’s diagnosis. As I waited for an elevator, I overheard a woman close by down the corridor, who was clearly extremely distressed, talking on the phone. I heard her saying (to her husband?) that “they were running more tests”, and how brave “he” was being, and how frightened she was. She said “they are sure it’s leukemia” at which point she broke down in tears.
My elevator arrived, the door opened, and I walked in. As the door shut, I realized i had to go back …that I had to offer that woman some support. I knew I had heard enough to understand that she was feeling the same type of fear, helplessness , and despair I had experienced a few years back. I went to her. I realized that I was meant to be at that place and at that time. I was meant to hear her, and meant to reach out. Comforting that woman by sharing my experience was healing for each of us. I needed her just as much as she needed me. She needed another Mother…that had “been there”, to comfort her. We connected, and I helped her through her difficult journey. She helped me to establish a better sense of balance and fulfillment created by the opportunity help and to give back.
I would say to Charles that like attracts like and that souls attract like souls, on the superconscious levels of which we are unaware on the beta conscious levels. There’s always the possibility that experiencers (of UFOs and ETs) are connected in ways that we are unable to understand or access, yet we know each other and recognize each other and somehow discern WITH WHOM we are able to be open on the subject, often total strangers. An enigma, but still a synchronistic enigma.
I’ve been to Golden Gate Park twice, and neither time could I see the Golden Gate Bridge. There is a hill in Golden Gate Park, though, so I’m not sure if you can see the bridge from that vantage point. The park is so huge, though, that you really can’t even see the houses on either side of the park, unless you’re walking on the northern or southern ends of the park. In 2004, it took me 6 hours to walk from the eastern side of the park at Haight-Ashbury to the Pacific Ocean. It’s interesting that San Francisco is only 6 miles across, from the Pacific Ocean to the Bay. Such a gorgeous city. Wish it was more affordable for people to live in, though. And that it’s not directly over several fault lines. A complete destruction of the city would be devastating.
Great synchro, though. I always wonder what an atheist would say to something like that. They seem to dismiss every incident, no matter how unlikely (“monkeys on a typewriter!”). Synchros are the kind of events that make life so enjoyable. Wish they happened more.
Nicholas, I think the synchros happen more than we know. Just yesterday Trish put up Strangers in the Know on the blog. Meanwhile, I was working a section of a chapter of Aliens in the Backyard on strangers in the know, and Charles of the Quebec Encounters series that appeared here e-mailed me about how his wife was getting an oil change for her car when the garage guy tells her out of the blue at UFOs are real and our leaders know about them. He wrote: “My wife was amazed!!!
I (Charles) wonder just why ever since it happened to us, why so many strangers are talking to us about UFO when we don’t even mention a thing???
Didn’t realize it was only 6 miles! Love the city. One of my all time favorites. But parking there is difficult!
I have been remiss about following this blog. I just had to get on it today because I got a calendar reminder to pre order Ghost Key.
The way these synchronicities played out I am glad I did.
Ray
Great to hear fro you, Ray! Hope all is well in your part of the world.
Please excuse my typos in previous comment! My fingers aren’t cooperating this morning! 🙂
I agree. Paying attention is the key! We never know how much just a smile, a touch of the hand, a “hello”, can change affect the feelings and/or circumstances of a stranger. It’s so much easier to smile than to frown, and even a cashier who is having a bad day at a grocery store can be cheered by a friendly customer! Most folks appreciate a show of kindless, however small or huge that kindness may be.
Wonderful stories……….thank you for sharing them. I think these kinds of miraculous encounters are happening around us all the time, as Nancy comments, it’s about paying attention.
I’m homesick just looking at that bridge. I used to walk under it frequently when I lived in Sausalito.
Great Story. I know I’m a corn ball but all kinds of magical things happen in the San Francisco Bay area. I could fill a book full. Do you think that some areas lend themselves more to syncros? When I used to watch the fog rolling down over the Sausalito hills, into the Bay over to Angel Island I used to say that was God smoking a joint, making us all high.
I think certain areas are empowered. God smoking a joint: funny!!
I love these stories. I do hope that the outcome will be the same for the man’s wife in California, and that the child was healed. I don’t have much else to say, just wanted to thank you for the positive synchronicities to start my day!
Wonderful experiences. As Nancy has written it’s about ‘paying attention’ but also acting on what we feel or sense. I expect in many cases it’s easy to walk on by.
All too often, I think, it’s easier to walk on by! It then becomes one of those what if moments…What if I had stopped.
The key is acting on them, so true.
The signs are all there – we just need to pay attention.
It really is about paying attention, isn’t it?
so true – one just has to see the signs –
Wow… Those are such powerful and beautiful stories. Goosebumps.
Thanks for stopping by, Portia. Off to check out your blog!