One of the first synchronicities we posted on this blog, on February 4, 2009, concerned travel, books, and writers. Back then, we were casting around for patterns that manifest themselves through synchronicity, drawing heavily on our own experiences, and we knew this story was a good one. We’re reposting it for several reasons.
In the labels for the 500 plus synchronicities on this blog, travel is one of the largest categories. And we have gotten some terrific stories. Butternut Squash’s Nepal story immediately leaps to mind. Others that are equally powerful:
Bangkok Odds
Chicago Breakfast Bum
Doppelgangers
A Trucker’s Tale
On the Road with Gypsy
Each of these is quite different in content and texture and runs the gamut from the mundane (like finding a particular restaurant when you’re starving!) to the genuinely esoteric. But each addresses the mysterious nature of the time/space reality that we inhabit.
When we travel, we’re outside of our normal routines and habits. We tend to be more open, receptive. Events manifest more quickly. The law of attraction is in full force. Synchronicity becomes the universal language of our journey.
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from Rob:
In 1988, we traveled to Venezuela, where Trish was born and raised, and visited the Gran Sabana, one of the most fascinating wilderness regions of the planet. I remember carrying a big clunky Radio Shack laptop computer into the jungle, and finding time to work on the re-write of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, the novel adapted from the script. Our adventure among the soaring buttes, waterfalls and forest went by too quickly and we soon found ourselves back in Caracas.
At the airport, we headed to customs, where we were surrounded by guards with machine guns. Colombian drug dealers had begun using Caracas to export cocaine and the government was cracking down. The air conditioning wasn’t working right and the air in that area felt tense, tight, it was difficult to breathe. The guards were particularly interested in the man in front of us. He was a tall, middle-aged Venezuelan, who wore a dark, three-piece suit and carried a briefcase. They told him to open it up. Slowly, the man unlatched the briefcase and the guards leaned forward to see what was inside. You could almost hear the collective intake of breath.
We were right behind the man and had a good view. Surprisingly, there was only one item in the briefcase, something I found quite astonishing. It was a paperback copy of one of Trish’s novels, FEVERED. Of course, the man had no idea that the author was standing right behind him…and we didn’t tell him, either. And even if we had told him, why would he believe it? Trish didn’t have any ID that proved she was Alison Drake. It was just a pseudonym she used.
And think about that word, FEVERED. It perfectly described the atmosphere in the customs area – the guys with machine guns, the lack of fresh air, the tenseness, the poor man with the briefcase…Law of attraction?
It remains one of the strangest travel synchros we’ve experienced.
We’re thinking that our next synchronicity book is On the Road With Synchronicity. We welcome your travel stories!

















