Here’s a synchronicity tale sent to a friend, who forwarded it to us. It reminded me of the sort of things I used to do many years ago…back when the Sixties blurred into the Seventies, and it was still the Sixties. – Rob
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My first year at college, I had a friend with whom I experimented with . . . substances.
One particular night we went on a merry adventure through campus, just kind of poking around in our altered state, marveling at the orange glow of the sodium vapor lamps, the waxy wonderment of the magnolia leaves, the still silence of our island in the midst of Los Angeles.
On the way back to the dorm, we found a pile of bricks being used for a repair job on one of the buildings. For some reason, we picked one up and carried it back toward our dorm. Things happened. We philosophized. The sun started to come up. We were hungry. We ransacked one of our suite kitchens, and found a box of Life cereal.
I went to my room and grabbed my camera. By the time we got back outside, it was light enough for me to take some pictures. My friend was gorging himself on Life cereal, having a good time, enjoying . . . life! At some point, I took a picture of him, looking blissed out, holding the brick in one hand and a box of Life cereal in the other.
Fast forward six months later. I had returned home for the summer, taking with me all of my stuff, including several rolls of undeveloped film. Since my father was an air force retiree, I could get my pictures developed on base for cheap, so I took all of my exposed rolls to the BX (base exchange). When I got the pictures back several days later, I looked through them all, laughed at the brick and Life photo, and headed to one of my best friends’ house.
When I got there I found him with a girl we had gone to school with. She was a few years behind us, but had become friends with my buddy sometime over the past year. They were both commiserating over having lost a boyfriend/girlfriend. I shared my “college pics” with them, and at one point their mouths fell open and they just stared first at each other, then at me, before bursting out into hysterical laughter.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
They showed me the brick and Life photo.
“Yeah?”
They then explained that, not a minute before I walked into the house, in the course of their complaining about how love had done them wrong, Tim had exclaimed that life was just so hard right then, as hard as a brick, and Ramona had said, “Yeah, life IS a brick.”
And then they had seen my photo. Now what are the odds of THAT??
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Strange, but true department:
Heard on (U.S.) National Public Radio:
More Czechs believe in UFOs than God.
I just thought that it was interesting… this book is hot, hot off the press– a signed copy sent to me by the author herself. I begin to reading it only moments after reading this post and loe and behold, I find within the first 50 pages the quote above… with the word "brick", written by a woman stricken with cancer.
Okay, so language of synchronicity etymology check– the word brick comes from a root word whose original meaning was "to break" (hence the phonetic similarity).
Of course if this is a form of communication we need to question the meaning. So let's question… when something is broken we fix it… like with Rob's foot… make a cast… or that space age boot that Trish referred to.
By the way,the phonetic similarity found in the words "boot", "boat", "bottle" and "body" are not accidental… note the Germanic root "botah" meaning a "cask".
After perusing your last few posts, I sat down to do a little reading. I put aside Dan Brown's new novel in lieu of the novel I just recieved: "If I Knew Then What I know Now"– by Carol Ann Cole.
Carol Ann is a good friend, mentor and business partner in a fundraiser, the Comfort Heart Initiative, which raises money for cancer research.
I begin reading a six page section that involves the present day struggles of a woman, Jean Bell Arsenault, who is living with cancer… the prognosis is not good. Her story is very heart wrenching and yet her outlook and character is extraordinarily powerful. Towards the end she says this:
"God whispers to our souls and to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't take the time to listen He throws a brick at us. It's our choice to listen to the whisper or wait for the brick. I certainly don't want the brick. I'm listening for the whisper."
i must admit, i'm surprised and a bit disappointed – considering the image i'd always had of him – but, goes to show, perhaps…
Nope, no word from Cavett here. Maybe he's lurking. (Hi, Dick!) There were at least three references to our blog on the comments about his sync column.
hello again – i've meant to ask if you guys have heard anything from the "dick c" post? you know, i left a comment for him but never got a response – anyway, just curious!
and on the spider thing from a few days ago, i am still having them tag along with me – this time in "reality" – jumping ones like in my dream – so funny about the butterfly crop circle now, in light of my son being followed by butterflies the past few days – see my post about his –
just happened to think about the DICK C stuff and wanted to ask –
have a great day –
oh, for the good ole days when the 60s blurred into the 70s and it was still the 60s!!! actually, i was experimenting w/ birthin' babies in the 60s and the 70s became my 60s so to speak – sorry, i digress – but that bit of whatever just zapped me right back to yesteryear – now, to the things at hand – what a fabulous story!!! it was so visually-oriented, i could just "see" them on campus and with the brick and cereal box – very neat story – and we know what the odds are: 1
great post!!!
neat tidbit on belief in ufos!