Our July 12 post, The Numinous Quality of Clusters, received some of the strangest comments about people’s experiences with clusters. It’s the fifth secret in our book and states: Synchronicity manifests itself in clusters of numbers, names, objects, words, symbols. As you’ll see from the next two stories, clusters can occur with anything – even figs!
What’s particularly interesting about these stories – aside from the fig clusters – is that they also seem to be about spirit contact. We’ve heard of some truly bizarre ways that the dead communicate with the living, but figs are certainly a first.
Musing egret, who comments frequently – but doesn’t have a blog – commented:
“I love that word ‘numinous’ and all its definitions! (I looked them up.) I had a small cluster sync over the weekend. Sweetie brought me some ripening figs from a big tree near the golf course where he plays and I babbled on thanking him and reminiscing about my paternal grandma making batches of fig preserves every summer. Those fig preserves were the only fruit my grampa would have on his toast each morning.
“Next morning (Sunday) I started reading my favorite blogs and there on “Bayou Woman” was a recipe for fig preserves handed down 3 generations in her own family! I felt like my grandmother was whispering ‘hello, I love you.'”
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Then Gypsy followed with another comment, which reminded me (Trish) that she had related this story in an email and I had intended to write it up. Her fig story:
On July 4, my daughter, Lisa, was in the kitchen about to make a brunch meal for herself and her son and asked me if i would like some of her new birthday fig preserves her sister, Heather, had given her. Because I hadn’t been feeling well, I decided not to try them, but remarked how much I love them and wanted to preserve some myself. But they simply aren’t available here in Delaware. I said how weird it was that Heather had found fig preserves at a tjmaxx in Dover – grown and preserved in Rogers, Arkansas of all places.
“Now, Rogers is a little town in between Bentonville and Springdale, an area where many of our ancestors settled, where there is still family land and where my brother lived at the time of his death, so it holds special significance for me. Well, we’re in the middle of our discussion about figs and things related and there’s a knock at the carport door. The next door neighbor has dropped by to tell us that she was just at a little farmer’s market up the road and saw fresh figs there. She wanted me to know.
“It has to have been at LEAST two years since I mentioned figs to her – and as if that wasn’t weird enough, later that night I checked sitemeter and saw that someone from Rogers, Arkansas had just visited my blogs for the first time. My brother died in 1991 and while I think of him in some way or other every day, the past few weeks, it has been more than usual and even have dreamed of him several times although I don’t remember the content of the dreams.
“When he and I were kids and near fig trees, it was always the two of us who would spend hours picking the figs, eating them as we picked. I can still remember the sticky feel of the leaves and the figs and the heat of the summer when we picked them. His only child is grown now and has children of her own and has been talking to me for a couple of weeks about her father’s death and burial. So perhaps all of this is intertwined somehow.”
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Until we heard these two stories, we’d never heard of synchronicities involving figs! Go fig-ure.
Wow! More fig stuff. Pretty cool verse.
another fig-story – after my last comment here a while ago, in checking my mail, i remembered there was an attachment on one that i had not yet read – i opened it to this verse:
"…These cruel women's tongues
are working on me,
now that he is gone,
grinding me to paste
like the one fig
of the white tree rising by the waterside, trampled on by seven ravenous crabs."
well, came back for more LOL LOL stuff just now and was so NOT disappointed!!! too funny – loved rob's fig-ment! gee, macgregors, this might be another whole new book – "the fig-'mint' of synchronicity" –
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Figure I'll just plie myself with some preserves. YUM!
Great post/s. 🙂
Musing – I liked lauren's plier story so much I've already got it on the dashboard. Weird stuff cropping up today!
Thank y'all so much for sharing Gypsy's and my fig synchros. I'm getting such a kick out of reading all the figgy memories this post has sparked. Also, I love Lauren's "Pliers Sync"–that deserves a post of its own!
wv: cinesse (?)
Ha ha this is so funny! I love all of the play on words. What a fun thing to read on a hot afternoon.
Figgy clusters and pliers…
what a fun post. 🙂
My Aunt and Uncle owned an enormous tobacco farm in S. Ga. One of my favorite things to do as a child, when we visited them, was to climb up in their big fig tree that grew adjacent to their chicken pens and yard. The branches actually sprawled out over the chickens, and I would prop myself up on a special branch, eating those luscious fruits til my stomach hurt,(they DO have that "effect"!) 🙂 watching the chickens pecking for their grain. Of course I was only five or six years old, but that was such an "adventure" for me. And, my Mom and Aunt (Mom's sister who owned the farm) spent many hours making preserves from the figs! That delicious concoction is difficult to locate in stores now, doggone it! Hey, dig this WV: "futtat". Don't have a clue why that WV is hilarious to me, but it is making me laugh out loud!
cj
Figgy clusters! There's a new dish you an take to your neighborhood gatherings, butternut.
Shadow – I think these clusters are common when we're aware of them. I'm never going to look @ figs in the same way again.
oh man, this kinda thing happens all the time! didn't know there was a word for it… cluster…
Figure Fig's Figure 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
The skeptics would say this story is a fig-ment of our imaginations. – R
wv: frcyak
(fig yak?)
What a tasty synchronicity. Figgy Clusters, sounds like a cereal. Yum!
Uh-oh, all these fig memories! Weird.
Nancy, Gypsy, I've never seen a growing fig! It's now on my bucket list.
Lauren – that is one of the most intriguing spirit contact stories I've heard yet. & involving pliers!
This post reminds me of the fig tree in my great-aunts yard – especially hitting one in a full-out run and sliding on the goo. I will see one of my cousins next week at a funeral – I haven't seen him in 25 years. Hmmm – fig memories today.
OMGosh!!! i got cold chills hearing from gail in arkansas!! hey gail! AND you have FIG TREES!!! omg!!! gee, and i might even have found another cousin, who knows! sorry to go on like this – it's just really exciting to me! i'm sitting here LOL – really! feels like "comin' home" !
what a neat post, macgregors – the whole thing of figs – like you said, such a weird synchro, and such fun! thanks so much for putting a laughing out loud start on my day!!!
I love what you said about clusters….so I find myself.
I had a syncro in 2005 that left me convinced my beloved Grandmother was "saying hello".
I was enroute to art residency in Connecticut, and stopped in a rest area in New Mexico to have lunch. After I finished, I saw a fancy pair of pliers lying at my feet, near the table. They looked expensive, so I picked them up and threw them into my car, then drove on.
Halfway across the country, I got the inspiration to visit my Grandmother's grave, in a little town called Dewitt, Nebraska. I had not been there since I was a child, and wondered if it even existed any longer. But I found it on the map, and found the graveyard, wherer I planted a black eyed Susan. I learned that the pride of Dewitt was it's tool and die factory, founded in the 20's by a Swedish emigrant. They even had a "Vise-Grip" museum.
When I got to Connecticut and unloaded my car, I found the pliers on the floor (which I had forgotten about). Sure enough, they said "Vise-Grip The Original".
So now my "magic pliers" sit on my bureau, in my mind, a gift from Grandma.
Figs are a a weird synchro, for sure.
Neither have I heard of fig synchros before but I guess they can involve absolutely anything, however obscure.
Gypsy will love that you're from arkansas and have fig trees.
Things like this happen all the time to me. Maybe I should pay more attention.
I am not from Rogers but am from Arkansas and have fig trees.