Dance of the 3 Muses

Here’s a poem about synchronicity written by Elizabeth Crawford. Do we have other poets in sync here?
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Do this dance with synchronicity,
back and forth across the floor,
but there is always more
and sometimes I’m not quite ready.

There are those days when she
is compliant, sweet, gives me time
to find my feet and move with her.
The flow is smooth, seemingly
seamless, and she graces me
with a smiling face that is luminous
and radiant.

Even so, there are those other times
when she gives me that look,
hands on hips, a jiggling foot,
and hates it when I hesitate.
Seems to think I shoud leap
to meet her every move,
forgets my age, length of the room
I must cross to do this do-see-doe
we do so well.

But, at first flicker of recognition,
she grins, begins to whisper words
of that Lee Ann Womack song
about choices and chance, how
she hopes I will get up and dance,
and I always do.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/5/09

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Hawaii 808

Here’s a synchronicity we received from Blayne, who lives in the state of Washington, but would like to live at least part-time in Hawaii.
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I live about 15 miles from work. Its a beautiful drive, part of it next to water, sometimes deer are visible, and lots of trees.

One of my “dreams” is to live in Hawaii part time and write spiritual psychology books. I often see 808, the area code for Hawaii, in a variety of different venues. I live in Washington, and many times in the past several months I “find” myself behind vehicles with 808 in the license plate, actual Hawaii license plates, or vehicles with bumper stickers featuring a Hawaiian theme.

Anyway, on my way to work yesterday, I had just pulled onto HWY 101 that connects my house with Olympia.

Right as I entered the on ramp I looked at my digital clock and it read 808. Then I smiled in amazement as the very next car that passed me had a Hawaii inspection sticker on it’s right bottom bumper area.

This “stuff” happens to me constantly now. It allows me to live in and appreciate the present moment so much easier now. I feel so blessed. My life these days are a series of meaningful, powerful synchronicity. It has always been there I think. I was just asleep.
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A followup (4/5). I didn’t mention that Blayne has a blog in which he talks about the numbers 1111. These numbers come up in his life repeatedly. Recently, a woman from Nottingham, England contacted him and they’ve been exchanging e-mails. She apparently is also attuned to the 1111 phenomenon. Blayne has been thinking about going to England to meet her, but he’s a car salesman and sales have been slow. His only recent sale came yesterday to a man whose last name is Nottingham.

Blayne’s blog

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Knowing & Nicholas Cage

Synchronicity plays a major role in this movie – namely, synchronicity of numbers- dates, longitudes, latitudes. There’s a strong undercurrent of psychic connections in this movie, too. Even though the ending is a bit too biblical for me, it’s an interesting insight into how the term synchronicity has worked its way into mainstream lexicon. For the trailer: https://knowing-themovie.com/
– Trish

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Right Time, Right Place

This story came from Roy E. Klienwachter, a writer and heating inspector in British Columbia, Canada. He kindly gave us permission to post it here. It beautifully illustrates the apparent order that operates beneath the surface in our lives. What we think is accidental, turns out to have a much deeper significance.

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All of us from time to time experience events that happen in our lives that seem to lead from one step to another to bring a result to our attention or an experience that we may desire. In fact all the circumstances in our lives are like that. If we can openly look back at any event in our lives we can pick out the steps that led us to the result. Some of them are very obvious while they are happening and we come away shaking our heads and thinking what a coincidence, or what good or bad luck it was.

The other day on my job I had another such occurrence.

I am employed as a heating inspector, and it is my job to visit homes and inspect heating systems and give advice. I receive a name and address from the office after each of my calls and I call in after each visit for another one.

It was the last day of June and the last day of my pay period and after my first call of the day I was thinking that I really needed to have a good sale to bring my totals up for the pay period. Normally this brings urgency into the sales process and I get anxious. My customers often feel my anxiety and I do not make sales. I try not to let these thoughts enter my mind, and when they do I just let them pass so they do not interfere with the process.

I called in on my cell phone, received my next appointment, wrote it down on my inspection report while I was driving. I stopped in front of the address at 3822 and made my way to the house. After knocking at the door, a frail old lady greeted me and I said “Hi, Mrs Jones, I’m Roy from ABC Company.”

She replied by saying that her name was not Mrs Jones and that Mrs Jones lived next door. I checked the address given me and it was correct, I apologized and explained who I was and what I was here for. This is something I would normally not do and I would apologize and leave. I don’t know why I went into an explanation with the customer this time.

The lady introduced herself as Mrs. Smith and told me with some bewilderment that she had the phone book open and was looking up our number when I knocked at the door. This has happened to me before, where a customer was just thinking about calling and I appeared at the door. I take notice of these calls as they always stand out in my day.

I offered to come in and do the inspection for her, thinking that it would not take very long. We had been to her house and done the work for her exactly one year ago and it was due again. Mrs. Smith and I went to her kitchen table to write up the work order.

My habit is to learn a bit about my customers and I asked her a few questions. I told her that I was a published author and her face lit up with astonishment. She replied that she was an author and had just finished her first book. She told me that she didn’t know what to do now that it was finished.

I asked myself why I was there and what a coincidence that I had all the information that she needed, when she needed it. I gave her the information and we talked for awhile. I left with the sale that I needed and Mrs. Smith had the information that she needed.

I almost forgot to go next door and do my scheduled call. There was no answer when I knocked on the door, so I went back to my car. As I sat there waiting for my next call, I had another close look at the address, It was 3828 and the last number was a poorly printed eight that I mistook for a two.

There are so many points to this story that clearly show me that both Mrs. Smith and I, at some level of consciousness, collaborated to create the events of our meeting. I don’t believe in chance or coincidence:

1) I was one of three inspectors working in that neighborhood that morning.
2) Calls are given out randomly to the inspectors and I received this particular call.
3) I wrote down the correct address, but didn’t read it correctly.
4) I knocked at the incorrect house.
5)I explained who I was and why I was there. After my apology (not procedure) I usually leave after I realize this kind of mistake.
6)Mrs. Smith said that she was just looking up our phone number.
7) Work was due in June; it was the last day of June that I knocked on her door.
8) I sold the work that I needed for the day bringing up my totals for the period.
9)Mrs. Smith announced she was a writer and had finished her book.
10)Mrs. Smith needed information about publishing that I had and gave her.
11)The neighbor was not home after I left Mrs Smith’s home.
12)The next day I found out the neighbor had electric heat and there was nothing I could inspect for her. It was a wasted call.

All of these elements worked together perfectly to produce a desired result. I had a need to create just one good sale for the day and a person that was not my scheduled customer brought me to her so that she could receive the information that she needed to have her book published. At some level of communication or consciousness we both worked together in the right time and space to bring a desired result. Everything was perfectly synchronized and orchestrated for things to happen in an order that would produce the results that we both desired. This is not change or luck; it was done by design at a subconscious level.

The issue that I have with that luck is that it removes the power from both parties to create something that is desirable and puts it squarely on an external force for resolution. I believe that all of us have the power to create on demand what it is that we desire and we lose that ability to create or even have choice when we give our power away. We become pawns in a game that we have little control of, or free will to participate in.

If I did not take responsibility for the circumstances of the story above, I would have no power to do it again when I needed to and it would simply be another random act of coincidence, which denies any “free will,” I thought I may have.I believe these things are purpose driven and acted upon in good faith with other souls. I believe that they are deliberate and congruent with desire.

Successful people never rely on luck or chance; they create the circumstances that bring them what they desire. What may seem like failures in their lives are understood by them as steps towards a positive end.
In correcting the destructive thoughts you create with accepting luck, chance and disempowerment, are these two good words to know and understand, and they are “synchronicity,” and “synergy!”

Over the course of time we hear the words “luck,” and “chance,” and we accept them as truths that govern the circumstances of our life. Acceptance is always a choice and if you are willing to accept the limitations of luck and chance then you will always be surprised by the things that happen in your life.

If you live your life purposefully then you will “expect,” these things to happen and you will not be surprised.

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Ana Gram…Arg a man… Anagram


Jim Banholzer offers us the synchronicity of anagrams.
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Did you know Edgar Poe is A God Peer, that Stephen King is The Pens King, Clint Eastwood = Old West Action[i] and Darth Vader is Add Hart Rev? What I am talking about is the synchronicity of anagrams and hidden meanings within everyday phrases and names

As legend has it, the first words ever spoken, “Madam in Eden, I’m Adam” were a palindrome. Further fables assert, that immediately after this opening statement, the first thought balloon formed above Eve’s innocent head, reading, “SOS EVE SOS!”

As anagrams are full of synchronicity, so, too, synchronicity vibrates with anagrams. It’s a rich city, sonny! Some anagrams are startling enough to make the hardest Cynic Hint Rosy.

Here are three more anagrams of synchronicity, ripened for your own interpretations:

Short Yin Cynic
Thy Ironic Sync
Cynic, Oh Sin, Try

Pulitzer Prize winner Dr. Douglas Hofstadter in his essay, The architecture of Jumbo, remarks about anagrams:

“Why work so hard to model such a frivolous and atypical cognitive activity? I tried to answer this question in the article itself, but let me just add here that I think that such mental juggling is a very important, pervasive kind of mental activity that has nothing intrinsic to do with anagrams. Perhaps the slow letter-juggling that goes on in the heads of people who have almost never tried anagrams is not of much universality and therefore of little importance or interest, but I think that when the activity reaches expert level, where it is highly automatized and very rapid, it has something in common with the deep processes of reorganization and reinterpretation that takes place in truly creative thought. Not to suggest that all good anagrammists are latent Einsteins, of course, but just that the activity itself, when done fluently, has a special and important quality.”

A few weeks ago, on this blog, I responded to Max’s teapot story, observing that two teacups are potent metaphors. While doing so, I compared Commander Tibbet’s nonchalant postwar walk across the scorched fields of Nagasaki, with a different pace, set by peacenik warrior Lawrence Ferlinghetti. A few days later, I was surprised to read that the Nagasaki local government has officially recognized 93-year-old Tsutomu Yamaguchi as one of a handful of survivors who survived both atomic bomb attacks.

In that vein, here are some AA Anagrams, dedicated to Mr. Tsutomu Yamaguchi

A Mach Yogis Mu Tutu

A Outmatch Guy I Sum

A Mica Thugs Yum Out

A Somatic Tug Uh Yum

A Atomic Guy Shut Mu

A Atomic Guy Thus Mu

A Tacit Gush Mum You

A Tacit Hug Mums You

A A Touch Guy Summit

A Magic Shut Yum Out

A Magic Hut Oust Yum

A Atomic Thug Yum Us

Douglas Hofstadter would probably take pleasure in the Mu anagrams riddled throughout Mr. Yamaguchi’s name.

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Synchronized, if not Synchronicity

If you liked Sky Nelson’s YouTube synchronicity video from the Obama inauguration, you might get a big kick out of this musical fantasy synchronicity from the Antwerp Central Station.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UE3CNu_rtY

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Another Synchronicity film on YouTube

This one is by musician and videographer Sky Nelson, who interviewed people at the Obama inauguration.

“I use my new understanding of synchronicity constantly. Putting it to use, I earned a slot in the Red Gorilla Music Festival this year, won Best Song of the Year in the Sonoma County WCSA competition, and became the music director for Global Heart Center for Spiritual Living last year, a position I truly love.” Sky Nelson

(www.youtube.com/skynelson)

www.expectingsynchronicity.com.

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The Little Prince


Here’s another one from Max, who gave us the Magic Teapots, Dominoes, and Chicago Breakfast Bum.
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Late Thursday night I was lying in bed reading with Becky. She was reading a book I’d gotten her earlier that week: Leo Buscaglia’s ‘Living Loving and Learning.’

(I’d ordered a used copy for her after I’d suddenly remembered reading in in junior high after finding a copy at a garage sale and really liked it.)

When she put it aside to go to sleep, I picked it up and paged through, wondering if it would seem terribly cheesy to my older eyes.

I glanced down the list of chapter titles until I saw one called ‘On Becoming You,’ and started at the beginning of it. A quote from the first page stood out to me, “Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself.” The quote was from the book ‘Wind, Sand, and Stars’ by Saint Exupery – a name that rang a bell. Years ago, my grandmother had given me a copy of Expury’s ‘The Little Prince,’ telling me that it had always reminded her of me.

On impulse I looked for that copy of ‘The Little Prince,’ which I thought was in the bedside table drawer. Becky was startled by the burst of activity as I dug through the contents seeking the book, and I explained to her I was looking for ‘The Little Prince.’ I didn’t find it, and went to sleep thinking I’d locate it in the morning.

Friday afternoon my mom came to the house to get some help with her laptop and hang out a bit. As we sat around chatting in my living room, she sorted through the materials she’d brought along, then suddenly asked if I still had the copy of ‘The Little Prince’ that her mother had given me. She had just found a reminder note to herself saying: “Max – read: The Little Prince.”

I told her I had just been looking for that very book the night before. So I went upstairs and there it was on the bedside table, not in the drawer below.

Returning downstairs with the book, I asked her what had made her think of it.
It turned out that 20 or so years ago, her dad (my grandfather and husband of my Little-Prince-giving-grandmother) had given my mother a book which–after all those years–she’d just had an urge to read for the first time. In it, she found a chapter titled “What is Essential is Invisible to the Eye,” based on the philosophy of ‘The Little Prince.’

What was the book my grandfather had given her?

Leo Buscaglia’s ‘Living, Loving, & Learning.’

Needless to say, I’m reading ‘The Little Prince’ now – and paying attention to what it has to say …
Max

“You can see clearly only with your heart. What is truly important is invisible to the eyes.”
– Saint Exupery, ‘The Little Prince’

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Allan and Alfred

Years ago, Rob and I ran across a book called Mysteries of the Unexplained. It has a section on synchronicities and that’s where this next story comes from. It’s similar to the synchronicity entitled Annette and the Sweatshirt in that both involve accidents that occurred years apart, but with repetitive themes.

In the 1930s, Allan Falby, captain of the El Paso County Highway Patrol, was pursuing a speeding truck. As the truck unexpectedly slowed to turn, Allan slammed into it and the collision ruptured an artery in his leg. Alfred Smith stopped to give Allan first aid and applied a tourniquet to his leg. It stopped the bleeding long enough for an ambulance to arrive and to get Allan to a hospital. Alfred’s actions saved Allan’s life. He was able to return to his job several months afterward.

Five years later, Allan Falby was working the night shift and received a message to assist at the scene of a terrible accident on U.S. 80. Allan arrived at the scene before the ambulance did. A car had smashed into a tree and the driver was unconscious, an artery in his right leg had been severed, and he was bleeding to death. Allan applied a tourniquet to stem the bleeding. The victim was Alfred Smith.

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What’s really astonishing…

Saturday I was the fulcrum for a synchronicity between two women in my yoga class. Just before class began, I asked one of them, a snowbird, when she was heading north. She said she was delaying her return because it was snowing in northern Maine and she mentioned that she lived in a small town on the border called Houlton. At the mention of the town, the woman next to her said that was where she lived. They talked briefly and found out they had friends in common, not surprising one said since it was a small town.

But, hey, what were the chances that those two women, who didn’t know each other, would come to a yoga class, find places next to each other, and find out they were from the same town in Maine? What were the chances that I would start a conversation that would result in the name of the town coming up?

What was really astonishing to me though was that the two women didn’t seem very surprised. They quickly accepted the unlikely scenario without even commenting on the oddity. I’ve taught that class for seven years and never met anyone from my original hometown, Minneapolis, or even from Minnesota.

The point here is that synchronicities happen all the time and they’re often shrugged off as nothing unusual, nothing special. It’s when we recognize how special they are that we open up to insight on our existence here and how meaningful this existence really is.

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