Rapid Synchros

 

For years, Ray Getzinger and I have communicated – through Facebook, messenger, email. I don’t recall when he first contacted me, but whenever that was, he’d read every novel I’d ever published and some of the non-fiction, too.

At any rate, this evening he sent me an interesting synchro. “Earlier tonight, I read that G. Gordon Liddy died at the age of 90. In the last 5 minutes, I saw the end of an episode of Miami Vice in which G Gordon got away from Crockett and Tubbs by sailing off into wherever actors disappear to.”

The synchro struck me and I asked him what the message was for him. I haven’t heard back and suspect he’s mulling this one over.

Rob and I had a similar experience this evening – not with Miami Vice, but with the immediacy of a synchronicity. We met our friends Lloyd and Paula this evening at our favorite Italian restaurant where we can eat outside and bring our dogs. The food is always good and the long porch where we sit is like a wind tunnel, cooling off a warm evening. Rob, Lloyd and I ordered wine and the waiter pointed out it would be less expensive to just buy a bottle. So we did.

We got three separate checks. Rob and I ended up paying for the wine and Lloyd gave us cash for his share. On the way home, we were talking about how Lloyd pays cash for everything, even his share of the wine. Within minutes, Rob received a text from Lloyd saying he owed Rob two more bucks for his share of the wine.

I’m not sure what these types of rapid synchros like ours and Ray’s mean. They probably entail telepathy, which falls under the synchro umbrella, and perhaps indicate that we’re in some sort of flow that facilitates the phenomena. If so, then I hope the flow is still going forward!

 

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9 Responses to Rapid Synchros

  1. Darren B says:

    Regarding “The synchro struck me and I asked him what the message was for him. I haven’t heard back and suspect he’s mulling this one over.”
    I think synchronicity/synchromysticism is far too big for the rational mind to handle and to ask someone “what does it mean to you?” is about as helpful as asking someone in a art gallery why are they drawn a particular piece of art in a rational sense.
    You know, like looking at that creepy little alien painted on the cover of Whitley Strieber’s book ‘Communion’ and asking people why they were drawn to the picture on the cover and to buy and read the book?
    Synchronicities are like a piece of string that you pull on which is part of a far more broader mind-boggling tapestry that links us all together I think.
    On the subject of art and galleries and the broadness of “synchronicity” I watched the Anne Strieber produced 2013 film ‘The Life After Death Project’ on Amazon Prime recently and wrote a post about looking back from a 2021 perspective of how things have unfolded in the lives and deaths of people who weren’t just in that film, but intertwined in the lives and artistic projects of each other –
    https://brizdazz.blogspot.com/2021/04/books-to-movies-what-dreams-may-come.html
    One small thread from that larger life/death tapestry is how Richard Matheson says in that movie how proud he was of his book ‘What Dreams May Come’, which of course was made into an OK film starring Robin Williams as Chris who purses a wife named Annie who committed suicide into the afterlife.
    Robin Williams took his own life on August 11th in 2014 after being diagnosed with a degenerative brain disease.
    Exactly one year later Whitley’s wife Annie passes away on August 11th, 2015 from brain cancer.
    In the movie ‘Communion’ Chris Walker who was playing Whitley Strieber can be seen standing in front of a Jackson Pollock painting in a New York art gallery.
    And Jackson Pollock died on August 11, 1956 🙂
    And these coincidences go on and on and on, so I guess we have to ask ourselves what does it all mean, and then wish ourselves good luck on answering that one. 😉

  2. Adele says:

    Telepathy happens a lot. I now sort of take it for granted.

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