During our podcast with Philip Merry, author and coach and a synchronicity expert, he mentioned that the first synchronicity he remembered happened when he was 8. I was so stuck on his age that I didn’t pay close attention to the actual story and don’t recall the particulars now. His age seemed to be the point.
So of course I tried to remember how old I was when I experienced my first synchro. But that entails remembering the actual event .
I think my first inkling of what might be called a deeper order of things, happened when I was 12 and we lived in Venezuela. A number of American Catholics in Caracas attended a particular church that held catechism classes in English. I remember sitting there one Sunday, bored out of my mind, while the nun went on and on about what happens after we die. When we die, we’re judged by God and are sent to hell, purgatory or heaven.
And I remember thinking, No, you’re wrong. What happens is what we believe will happen.
The thought shocked me. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. I realized I had nothing in common with Catholicism, that I didn’t believe what they taught, and over the next several years, that feeling deepened. When I was told it was time to take Communion, but that I first had to go to confession, I didn’t have any idea what to say to the priest in the confessional. So I made up sins, said the prayers he gave me for penance, and was disgusted with it all. I was 16 when I told my dad I didn’t want to go to church anymore because I didn’t believe anything they taught.
His reaction? He grinned. “Great! Now I don’t have to go to church anymore.”
I don’t think that qualifies as a synchro, but it did qualify as a changing point.
I’m pretty sure the first actual synchronicity I remember happened that same year. I was riding my bike in our neighborhood and saw a German Sheppard running the fence in his yard, barking loudly at me as I passed. My first thought was that if he jumped the fence, he was going to chase me and bite me.
I pedaled faster. Then I heard him right behind me and, sure enough, he’d jumped that fence and was closing in on me. He sounded ferocious. I pedaled faster, but he was like a force of nature. Sure enough, he caught up to me and nipped me in the butt. I think I made a short turn that threw him off, then I sped home.
So that synchronicity would qualify as a precognition.
To this day, I’m not crazy about German Sheppards.
What’s the first synchronicity you remember? How old were you?
