The Holts


Brenda, a certified deputy assessor with a law degree, lives in New Orleans. We found her story on another blog and asked if we could use it. Synchronicities that involve repetition of names, like those that involve clusters of numbers, are always so odd that they beg for further exploration.
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I was on the internet at work one day, reading about an odd Negro cemetery here in New Orleans named “Holt” cemetery. Just then, the phone rang and I looked at caller ID. The person calling? Susan Holt.”
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Since we’re picturing a graveyard today, here’s a great ghost story and synchronicity by Butternut Squash called Heavy Footsteps.
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Last Titanic Survivor Dies


Elizabeth Gladys ‘Millvina’ Dean, born Feb. 2, 1912, was two months old when she left on the maiden voyage of the Titanic. She died Sunday on the ninety-eighth anniversary of the launching of the ill-fated vessel that was billed as “practically unsinkable.” The Titanic sank on its maiden voyage, and Millvina never married, eventually becoming an old maid–an outdated term, but relevant here.

The Titanic saga was a ‘mass event’ that reached the awareness of millions at the time and has lived on. As such, it attracted synchronicities. One of the most startling ones was related to a novel called, Futility, by Morgan Robertson that was published in 1898 about the sinking of a supposedly unsinkable ship called The Titan when it struck an iceberg. The fictional story all but mirrors the sinking of the Titanic fourteen years later. Here are some of the most striking similarities:

> The Titanic was the world’s largest luxury liner – 882 feet,displacing 66,000 tons- and was once described as being “practically unsinkable;” the Titan was the largest craft afloat – 800 feet, displacing 75,000 tons – and was considered “indestructible.”

> The Titanic had three propellers and two masts; the Titan was also equipped with three propellers and two masts.

> The Titanic carried only 20 lifeboats, less than half the number required for her passenger capacity of 3000; The Titan carried “as few as the law allowed”, 24 lifeboats, less than half needed for her 3000 capacity.

> While traveling at a high speed of 25 knots, the book details how the vessel crashed into an iceberg in the North Atlantic Ocean on an April night, causing it to sink. Twenty-five hundred passengers aboard the Titan drowned to death as their “voices raised in agonized screams”.

Morgan Robertson said that the idea for his book was inspired by a “vivid trance vision.” And to compound the strangeness of these parallels, a tramp steamer was traveling through the foggy North Atlantic with only a young boy on watch, some months after the Titanic had sunk, when suddenly an ephinous-like thought came into his head that the area that they were traversing at that moment, was the area in which the Titanic had sunk. He became very aware of the fact that the name of the ship he was on was similarly called the Titanian. Terrified and panic-stricken, he sounded a warning and the ship abruptly stopped. As some of the fog began to clear, the passengers on the ship were all relieved to see that they had stopped just in the nick of time, for a huge iceberg ominously loomed before them, directly in their path, and thus were spared.

UPDATE 6/1/09: Here’s the Indy petition related to the post on May 30. Feel free to sign!

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The Painter and the Monk

I came across this peculiar synchronicity on a site called System Glitch

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Joseph Aigner was a fairly well-known portrait painter in 19th century Austria, but he was also a very complex and unhappy fellow, who made repeated attempts to kill himself.

His first attempt was at the age of 18 when he tried to hang himself, but was interrupted by the mysterious appearance of a Capuchin monk. At age 22, he again tried to hang himself, but amazingly was saved by the very same monk.

Eight years later, he was sentenced to the gallows for his political activities. Once again, his life was saved by the intervention of the same monk. Finally, at age 68, Aigner succeeded in suicide, shooting himself with a pistol. His funeral ceremony was conducted by the same Capuchin monk – a man whose name Aigner never even knew.
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Since this one is pretty strange, I decided to dig a little. Who was that monk? Did he really repeatedly appear at crucial times in Aigner’s life and finally at his funeral? I Googled ‘Joseph Aigner painter,’ and that’s when things got, well, even stranger. Read on.
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Joseph Aigner – The Sheboygan Press – September 23, 1929

Well Know Painter Suffers Fatal Stroke on Eighth St.

Joseph Aigner, well-known painter was suddenly stricken with paralysis shortly after 5 p.m. Monday while going home from work. He fell in front of the Ehrlich and Kindel Vulcanizing Company on North Eighth street and died at 5:20 p.m. at the entrance to St. Nicholas hospital where he was rushed in the city ambulance. A large number of people were present when the ambulance arrived.

Mr. Aigner was born in Frankenburg, Germany on December 24, 1870 and came to America with his parents when he was 14 years old. The family located in Kiel. In 1891 Mr. Aigner was united in marriage with Miss Ottilia Mais and moved to this city, where he lived since.
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So, it’s a different Joseph Aigner, also a ‘well-known’ painter, and also a report of his death. The first Aigner died in 1886, two years after the second Aigner left Germany for America.

Upon further perusal, I found the story about the first Aigner appears on several web sites, and eventually traced it back to Robert Ripley’s Giant Book of Believe it or Not, Warner Books, 1983. But this post might be the first time that the two Joseph Aigners have been connected.

It was as if the universe was saying to me: ‘Oh, you’re skeptical about the monk synchronicities, are you? Okay, take a look at this!’

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The Friendship Book

This cover for the book is from 2005. I couldn’t find any from the 1960s. – Trish
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We initially ran across Keith Fraser’s story while trolling the strange coincidence archive – – a real treasure trove of synchronicities. We liked his story and wrote him, asking if we could use it.

In many ways, it’s reminiscent of that final scene in What Dreams May Come, when the husband and wife whose lives went terribly wrong have reincarnated and meet up on a pier as a young boy and girl, playing with toy boats. There’s a moment in that final scene when their toy boats collide and they look at each other and we know that on some level, they recognize each other.
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As a small boy in the early 1960s, I used to visit my Grandma’s house with my mum and read copies of DC Thompson’s, Friendship Book, to pass the time. The book (as it does today) contained a number of submitted photographs. One of these caught my attention – of a young girl painting a picture, and I asked my mum who she might be.

Years later, I was visiting my girlfriend’s home for the first time and noticed a copy of the Friendship Book on a book case. I mentioned that I used to read copies of this when I visited my grandparents, and started to flick through the book. It was then that I saw a photograph I recognized. It was that of a small girl painting a picture. I pointed this out to my future in laws and imagine my surprise when I was told that the photo was that of my future wife, which they had submitted to DC Thompson in the early 1960s. Bizarre, indeed!”
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Fraser doesn’t say what it was about the picture that seized him. But we can easily imagine him at his grandmother’s house, paging idly through the Friendship Book and suddenly stopping, staring, feeling something inexplicable. This story is reminiscent of one that Ray Getzinger set us, about a red headed girl.

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Indiana Jones and the Last Synchronicity


Some of you might know that back in the early ’90s I wrote seven Indiana Jones novels, starting with The Last Crusade, then backtracking to the 1920s when Indy was just starting his career as an archaeologist. A few years ago, I was asked by LucasArts and Del Rey Books to write another Indy novel. I thought it was going to relate to the new movie, but instead it turned out to be connected to the sketchy story of a new Indiana Jones video game. I took the project and developed the story into a novel, much of which naturally diverged from the game scenario. It was a novel, after all.

The game and the novel, Indiana Jones and the Staff of Kings, were supposed to come out in June ’08 simultaneously with the new movie. But that didn’t happen. As my editor at Del Rey said, no video game has ever been finished ahead of the deadline, and many are delayed. And so it was with the Staff of Kings. Consequently, the novel was also delayed, first to the fall of ’08, then the spring of ’09. Then, I was told of a shake up within LucasFilm and the game was pushed back to June of 2010.

(There is actually synchronicity coming here. It just takes some explaining to get to it.)

Then another twist. In March, I heard rumblings that the game was coming out this June. I figured it was a false rumor, or wishful thinking by fan-aticals. 😉 Then last week I was told by my editor that yes, the game indeed was being released in June using the old game platform, rather than the long-planned new version. At the same time, LucasArts cancelled my novel because it wasn’t scheduled for publication for another year and would miss out on the publicity related to the game release. Ironic, since I’d completed the novel ahead of my deadline.

Since I’ve gotten numerous inquiries from Indy fans about this novel, I told the web master of an Indy fan site about the turn of events. He wrote back Wednesday evening saying that he and others wanted to start a letter-writing campaign and petition drive to get LucasArts to release the novel.

So here comes the synchronicity. I was thinking about that idea Wednesday evening when another e-mail arrives with a request that I write a letter and sign a petition to keep UFO Hunters on the air for another season. Of course that caught my attention, not only because of the matter of a petition, but also because of my recent involvement (or lack of it) with an episode filmed on Andros Island. So it was synchronicity of dual (or dueling) petitions.

Here are the links: UFO Hunter campaign
and the online petition.

I requested that no petition for the Indy novel be made public until June 1. That’s an astrological thing, and also puts it closer to the release of the game.
Rob

UPDATE 6/1/09: Here’s the Indy petition. Feel free to sign!

Wow! Seventy-one signers on the petition after one day! Thanks all.

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The Winner from Winner

Sometimes synchronicity is so obvious that even the Associated Press recognizes it.
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Powerball ticket worth $232.1M sold in Winner, SD

By CHET BROKAW Associated Press Writer , The Associated Press – WINNER, S.D.

Friends and neighbors greeted each other in this south-central South Dakota farm and ranch town with one question Thursday: Who won?

Word spread quickly that a winning Powerball ticket worth $232.1 million had been sold in town.

In businesses scattered along U.S. Highway 18 and in the brick buildings on Main Street, speculation about the big winner dominated conversations.

At the Ampride gas station and convenience store, one man walked in to pay for gasoline and asked, “Is this the store that sold the ticket?”

The only winning ticket for Wednesday night’s jackpot was sold in Winner, population 2,800.

“How often does something like this happen _ a winner in Winner, S.D.?” said Norm Lingle, executive director of the South Dakota Lottery.

“We’re a small state. We don’t expect to have a lot of winners but when we do have that and it falls in Winner, what more can you ask for?”

Late Thursday afternoon, Lingle said the Lottery had been contacted by the apparent winner.

It’s the ninth-largest Powerball jackpot ever and the biggest ever paid out in South Dakota, he said.
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The article listed the winning numbers as: 5,6,7,12,16,21.

UPDATE:
The winner was a 23-year-old dirt poor rancher named Neal Wanless. He’s single, and lives with his parents. They don’t have a phone and their mobile home was repossessed last year, and they’re $3,500 behind on taxes. Neal’s father collects scrap metal an re-sells it, but the prices have dropped in recent years. Neal will collect $88 million after taxes.

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Dualities

I’m still reading through Pinchbeck’s 2012 book. I’m savoring it, reading bits and pieces on the treadmill at the gym. So this morning, 5/25, Memorial Day, I’m reading about alien abductions, where Pinchbeck talks about Whitley Strieber’s experiences, detailed in Communion. Pinchbeck asks, “Are the visitors (the Grays Strieber writes about) ‘real’ or ‘imaginary?’ They are both and they are neither.” Pinchbeck likens them to quantum phenomena, a kind of duality that is both wave and particle. “…they do not exist or not exist, nor do they both not exist and not not exist.”

From this,he veers into Tibetan Buddhism, and cites from Dzogchen: The Self-Perfected State, “Duality is the real root of our suffering and of all our conflicts. All our concepts and beliefs, no matter how profound they may seem, are like nets which traps us in dualism.”

So later in the day, I pick up my current issue of Mountain Astrologer and turn to an excerpt from a new book about the meanings of the seven traditional planets – the sun through Saturn. “According to some esoteric theories, at the moment of creation the invisible One broke into a visible two, appearing as opposites that characterize our world: light and dark, up and down, good and bad, masculine and feminine…Each astrological symbol also reflects this duality by containing within itself both an up side and a down side…”

So now this duality thing has my attention. I’m a Gemini. It’s one of two signs in the zodiac represented by two of something – Pisces, a pair of fish swimming in opposite directions and Gemini, the twins. I live with duality daily. Some days I’m yin, some days I’m yang, some days I am both.

I walk outside and am greeted by the two stray cats we feed – a female and male, Smoky and Big Head, yin and yang. I return to the article in the astrology magazine and read about how Mercury, the planet that rules Gemini, is the alchemical hermaphrodite, who may “also represent not just the unredeemed matter of the alchemist’s early experiments but the final outcomes of his efforts- the marriage of the sun and moon, the restoration of all dualities into one.”

And then I run across the story about the king and his double, another story about dualities, posted yesterday, 5/27. The message? I don’t know. This isn’t like Max’s synchronicity about two magical teapots, not that definitive. Maybe these loops are simply addressing the duality of my own reality, the extraordinary and the mundane, the vivid and the muted, the good and the bad, the black and the white, the sacred and the profane.
Trish

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The King and His Double

This story from 1900 reminds me of some of the synchronistic parallels involving identical twins. Even though the two men – King Umberto I of Italy and the owner of a small restaurant in Monza – weren’t related, they looked like twins and their lives held numerous astonishing parallels. This story was originally published in Ripley’s Ghost Stories and Plays. So back in time we go…

Trish
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July 28, 1900

King Umberto I of Italy and his aide-de-camp, a general, arrived in the town of Monza, where the king was supposed to present prizes at an athletic competition the next day. Since even kings get hungry,he and his general went to dinner at a small restaurant in town that evening.

As the owner of the restaurant took their order, the king noticed that he and the man looked like twins – their faces, their physiques. When he mentioned it, he and the owner started talking and discovered some intriguing parallels in their lives. Both men were born on March 14, 1844, in the same town, and had the same first name – Umberto. Both had been married on April 22, 1868, to a woman named Margherita. Both had a son named Vittorio. On the day of the king’s coronation, the other Umberto had opened his restaurant.

It gets even stranger. The king, astonished by these parallels, asked the restaurant owner how it was that their paths had never crossed before. But Umberto the restaurant guy told the king that their paths had crossed twice, when they were both decorated for bravery – in 1866 and again in 1870.

With this revelation, Umberto the common man left to wait on his other patrons and the king told the general to be sure to invite his double to the games. He intended to make him a Cavaliere of the Crown of Italy. But the next day, when the king asked for his double, he was informed that the man had been killed in a shooting accident. Shocked, the king told the general to find out about funeral arrangements. At that very moment, an assassin fired three shots. The first shot missed the king, but the next two tore through his heart, killing him instantly.
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The web site Abovetopsecret.com also includes this story with even more detail. The writer concludes that the two Umbertos were actually twins.

Rob
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“Twins being a major problem in royal lineages, for obvious reasons, one of the boys was given away immediately after birth, but was also called Umberto, either by chance (by the family who adopted him) – or even on purpose, to secure a credible ‘spare.’ That would explain everything, even the subsequent ‘coincidences.’ (Many studies of the lives of identical twins show that their spouses are often very similar in appearance, share the same name etc. Twins often also die on the same day – although in this case even the death could be explained in a more sinister and less coincidental light…)”

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An Unwanted Synchronicity

We were coming home Sunday from an overnight trip to Sarasota, Florida and we both thought that we hadn’t experienced any synchronicity. It wasn’t until this morning when I read a Facebook synchronicity page entry that I realized that we had indeed encountered synchronicity. We just didn’t want to recognize it.

In the blog entry I read, a woman from Ontario had gone to a conference, but her hotel room wasn’t available, and her camera broke en route beyond repair. However, she quickly found a room in a neighboring hotel for half the price. She took a bus ride, got off at her destination, and there was a camera shop across the street, where she replaced her old camera. Then, back at the room, she found that two movies she’d been wanting to see were on the schedule. Well, these are more like serendipity experiences, than synchronicity. Nevertheless, they reminded me that things had not gone so well on our trip.

We had gone to Sarasota to help our daughter move home from college…and nothing convenient happened, or so it seemed. There were delays, confusion and frustration. The kids were supposed to be packed up and ready to go home. They were hung over and the place was a wreck. Megan forgot her notebook computer in a common room and didn’t realize it until we were home, three hours away. She also forgot to turn in her room key. Her roommate’s bike was stolen and she had to buy it back from a pawn shop. That affected us because we were taking the bikes home.

All that I realized was a synchronicity, because astrologically we are in the last week of Mercury retrograde which means: possible delays, miscommunication, and confusion, especially related to travel. Also, you can experience computer problems!

Yikes! It was so obvious that we didn’t see it.

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The Odds, Again

We found this next story on another blog and wrote to Tim Wallender, who had posted it, asking if we could use it. He said sure. Tim now lives in Memphis, but says this story took place in Wisconsin, around 1995. It’s one of the most incredible instances of objects lost – and then found in a very mysterious way.
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Both me and my brother worked for the same railroad. He was an engineer and I was a conductor at the time. One day we were both working but on different trains. It was the first day that the railroad issued cell phones to the engineers. The engineer I was working with asked me who I thought would be the first one to lose their phone. I said without a doubt my brother would.

A few miles further down the track we had to stop and set out some cars. Mind you, this is approximately 120 miles from where we both started our trip and only my train was to stop there. I set out the cars and engine, and as I looked down in the snow there was a cell phone. My engineer was there also to help with the hoses and we both looked at each other and said, “No way”. Sure enough I open up the case and there was a sticker with my brother’s name on it.

I called him at the hotel he was staying at in Chicago and asked him where his phone was. He said he didn’t know. Turns out his second engine was giving him trouble and it must have fallen out of his pocket when he walked back to check it out.

I don’t know what the odds are of finding your brother’s cell phone 120 miles from where he got it, the same day he got it, and only minutes after telling someone that he would lose it. Or what are the odds of stopping on top of it and looking down in about a three-foot section of rail and finding it?
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