CrabbyPatty
8th June 2013, 18:24
The role of synchronicity has shifted for me. Has it for you? It is more than just random congruences of events or things. It has become much deeper and more personal. I think or speak of a person or benign thing and it arrives, or I will simply be observing this happen. In the majority of instances, this will occur with other people that I am directly observing, and they will be speaking of a person or thing, and within moments that person or thing will materialize.
I was in the park with a close friend from my past, let's call him Ted, and he was speaking ill of a mutual friend for a perceived wrong some years ago. This individual, let's call him John, I had also not been speaking to until recently. You see, Ted and I had both ceased communicating with John near the same time, but I reconnected when John confused my number for another person. I just felt compelled to give the friendship another shot. We'd known each other since childhood, after all. So, I'd met him a couple times in the spring when I was home for a weekend visit. That is what had stirred the conversation between myself and Ted. I allowed him the space to vocalize his grievance, but I didn't have anything to offer other than some advice that he find a way to contact John and speak to him if he needed more closure. They both still lived in the same city and were creatures of habit. It shouldn't be too hard.
We rounded the last bend, and there was John traipsing down the levee alongside a friend of his own, Whil. During my last visit with him a month prior, John had been quite vocal about Whil wanting to hang out with him for the singular purpose of getting Loritabs. John was using them for an MMA injury, and spared a couple of them for his friend, being well aware of the addiction. I had a piano-instructional course with Whil twelve years ago. That was the last time I'd seen him before that moment, where we all paused and looked at each other before engaging in a bit of awkward dialogue. And there we were, a group of men sharing inauspicious grievances for reasons that were long past and didn't exist anymore. The space we held, that in and of itself seemed to be enough to correct our thoughts, to behoove us pay attention to those thoughts, to just observe one another and how we had all changed. Perhaps none of them could hear it. Perhaps I was the only one. I don't know. But, I ribbed Ted afterward, telling him that he made it happen since he was the one so concerned with John's actions some years ago. He simply said that was fair.
I had been experiencing moments like this for some weeks before that day, and they continue now. In these moments, I have found a peculiar surrealism, a compression of time and memory, a moment where the formless thing between you and the other people you are bonded to, or simply have had history with, takes the most recognizable, truthful, and oftentimes uncomfortable shape. It has greatly informed me as to what I should be mindful of. Call it Karma if you like, but for me, this is a type of temporal "baggage" that feels more intimate and personal between souls, and it can make one quite reticent to make new bonds, or predispose them to continue manifesting negativity if they aren't aware of the nature of them, if we don't understand how they have the power to shape reality.
Sometimes it is much more implicit. I am three months out of a long-term relationship and of the first two people I have met, one shares my older brother's first name, and the other, my own. I only expect the weirdness to continue, and I am okay with that. I wonder if any of you have some interesting experiences you would like to share.
I was in the park with a close friend from my past, let's call him Ted, and he was speaking ill of a mutual friend for a perceived wrong some years ago. This individual, let's call him John, I had also not been speaking to until recently. You see, Ted and I had both ceased communicating with John near the same time, but I reconnected when John confused my number for another person. I just felt compelled to give the friendship another shot. We'd known each other since childhood, after all. So, I'd met him a couple times in the spring when I was home for a weekend visit. That is what had stirred the conversation between myself and Ted. I allowed him the space to vocalize his grievance, but I didn't have anything to offer other than some advice that he find a way to contact John and speak to him if he needed more closure. They both still lived in the same city and were creatures of habit. It shouldn't be too hard.
We rounded the last bend, and there was John traipsing down the levee alongside a friend of his own, Whil. During my last visit with him a month prior, John had been quite vocal about Whil wanting to hang out with him for the singular purpose of getting Loritabs. John was using them for an MMA injury, and spared a couple of them for his friend, being well aware of the addiction. I had a piano-instructional course with Whil twelve years ago. That was the last time I'd seen him before that moment, where we all paused and looked at each other before engaging in a bit of awkward dialogue. And there we were, a group of men sharing inauspicious grievances for reasons that were long past and didn't exist anymore. The space we held, that in and of itself seemed to be enough to correct our thoughts, to behoove us pay attention to those thoughts, to just observe one another and how we had all changed. Perhaps none of them could hear it. Perhaps I was the only one. I don't know. But, I ribbed Ted afterward, telling him that he made it happen since he was the one so concerned with John's actions some years ago. He simply said that was fair.
I had been experiencing moments like this for some weeks before that day, and they continue now. In these moments, I have found a peculiar surrealism, a compression of time and memory, a moment where the formless thing between you and the other people you are bonded to, or simply have had history with, takes the most recognizable, truthful, and oftentimes uncomfortable shape. It has greatly informed me as to what I should be mindful of. Call it Karma if you like, but for me, this is a type of temporal "baggage" that feels more intimate and personal between souls, and it can make one quite reticent to make new bonds, or predispose them to continue manifesting negativity if they aren't aware of the nature of them, if we don't understand how they have the power to shape reality.
Sometimes it is much more implicit. I am three months out of a long-term relationship and of the first two people I have met, one shares my older brother's first name, and the other, my own. I only expect the weirdness to continue, and I am okay with that. I wonder if any of you have some interesting experiences you would like to share.