Skipped forward to where he drew diagrams of the hyperdimensional torus of time and how USS Eldridge............"Lizzie Eldridge - Quality Replica Timepieces.".........
Holy cow! That's wild. Seriously! And with the added "lizzie" bonus as well!
Lono.....I was smiling by the time I finished reading your story. I could feel the happy reunion energy. Cool story!
I had one very much like it, but even weirder that occurred back in late '94. It's a weird story because it's a "cross roads" moment, where literally, 10,000 things hinged on this one moment very much like the circumstances of the reunion you described. It's behind fork-in-the-road timeline moment. Instead I get an image of a spoked wheel. Or a spiderweb. It's hard to describe.
But back in '94 I was renting a room in Aliso Viejo, California (orange county) and my best friend from high school, Shirley, was leaving to go back to Israel and enlist in the military. We were supposed to hang out one more time before she left the States, but to be honest, I didn't want to. We'd been drifting apart, namely, because she was really immature and was always talking about herself. She was the youngest of 5 kids, so, had that "baby" mentality. EVERYTHING was always her, her, her. So, I wasn't really looking forward to hanging out all night with her, and so when she called me about it I was like, "Um....I don't know.....I'll have to think about it....." Just hemming and hawing about it. I got off the phone and then had a lecture in my mind - it's only one night. It's not going to kill ya. She's leaving for Israel and who knows when and if you'll ever see her again anyway. So just do it and be done with it.
So when she called back later I'd changed my mind and was like, Sure, okay, let's go. So we hung out and went to all these different places, and then wound up going to the movies too. I don't even remember which one it was, but I remember as the lights were dimming and the curtain was going up she was suddenly like, "OH MY GOD! I almost forgot! I saw Julie a couple of days ago! And she wasn't looking too good. She looked really tired and sick."
Julie was a friend of mine from high school who I briefly roommated with after graduation. She was pregnant, and she and her "husband" (it was such a joke...He was 19 going on 2, and their "relationship" was a joke) were homeless and living out of their car when I ran into her in June of '93. I'd insisted that she (and he too, unfortunately) come stay with me for awhile, in the guest house I was renting from my then-boyfriend. I mean, no way was I going to let my pregnant friend be homeless in a car in the middle of a hot SoCal summer. Anyway, Julie and her "husband" eventually moved out of the guesthouse and moved on in life, and I'd lost track of her. I hadn't seen her since October of '93. So, six months by that point.
So when I heard that Shirley had seen Julie, and that Julie wasn't looking healthy at all, I became concerned. My alarm bells went off and I vowed....I would track down Julie!! Find her, and see if she was okay.
Julie's name wasn't listed in information, so I went the only route I could think of...called her husband's parents in Mission Viejo. When I did, I actually got her husband on the line. ! He just so happened to be over at his parents when I called, and answered the phone. We were like, HEY!! How's it going! How are you!!! Oh my god! and had this totally animated conversation. Finally I told him why I was calling, and said I was trying to track down Julie. Where do you guys live right now?
"We're living in Aliso Viejo right now...."
"NO WAY!" I said, grinning. "Me too!"
"Yeah, we're living in this place off of Alicia Parkway..."
"NO WAY!! ME TOO!"
Then he says the name of the complex, (can't even remember it anymore! haha) and I was like, "Oh...my....god...that's where *I* live!!!"
Now it was his turn. "No way!!'
It turned out that him and Julie were living on the other side of the complex. If you went through the front gate, you go left to get to their unit, right to get to mine. They were in apartment K, apparently, but he couldn't remember the building number.
That's okay, I thought. I will knock on every Apartment K door in the complex until I find her. (crazy stubborn Scorpio. haha)
Later that night I took off on foot to go find her. It was about 9 p.m. or so when I set out. I passed by the front gate and headed to the left of it. Usually there were lamp posts lighted along the walkways, but for some reason in that area they were off, so it was relatively dark. And I didn't have to walk too far before I suddenly hear my name being called from a balcony above my head.
"Carissa??" It was Julie's voice. I hear a guy's voice with her.
"Julie!" I don't know how she could see me, but she did. I heard her tell the guy she was with to go downstairs and let me in.
And that's how I met my infamous buddy Mike, from California. The one who helped me along in life in my 20's. Mike's the one who answered the door, with a big grin, like "Hey! Come on in..." Mike was Julie's friend, (I don't know how they met) but soon we became friends too. And later on, part of the same group of roommates.
So much stuff came out of me hunting Julie down that night. Or rather......... me deciding to hang out with Shirley one last time after all, and then Shirley thinking to mention Julie to me, which led to me hunting Julie down, and the rest being history. ! It's unflippin'believable. There's like a list of things that came out of it all, and hence, the reason why this "synchronicity" feels to me like a spoked wheel. This incident sits in the middle, with thousands of spokes of "life happenings" eminating off of it, everything connecting back to that moment. Among many, many other things, it led to me becoming friends with Mike, then roommating with him and his friends, one of whom became my infamous ex boyfriend Steve...the guy with the NSA dad that I mention in my book. And so on.
And the thing with Julie is in itself a whole story (just like Shirley is, actually) There's so much to say there. For starters, we looked so similar and were nearly the same age. She's a Cancer/Virgo Tiger. I'm a Scorpio/Virgo Tiger. She was 5'2", with blonde red hair, brown eyes and had a tendency to wear black T shirts with blue jeans and black Vans. I was 5'3" with blonde red/red/red brown hair, of the same length as hers, brown eyes, wearing the same style of clothes. My ex K____ told me that from the back he couldn't tell us apart. She was also pretty psychic as well, like me. And throughout the rest of the 90's we would inadvertently "follow" each other around in life. We'd keep falling out of touch only to discover that we were living in neighboring apartment complexes. And let me remind people.....SoCal is a big place! Orange County alone is the size of the state of Connecticut, roughly. So, plenty of places to choose from. Yet we always wound up right near each other. Our paths kept crossing, like in '98 when Mike told me that Julie and her boyfriend Cliff were breaking up and Cliff was moving out...this is when I found out that yet again, Julie had been living across the street from me for the entire past year, unbeknownst to me. (julie and her husband had divorced by this point, and she had been with this guy named Cliff for a few years.) Mike told me that since Cliff was moving out, he was taking his fridge with him, leaving Julie and her daughter without one. But it was the same exact week that Steve and I were moving into a new place that already came with a fridge, so, we needed to get rid of the one we had. ! So when I heard that I was like, OMG! Tell Julie she can have our fridge!! And we worked it all out. She got our fridge for free, and didn't have to go without. As a single mom she couldn't afford to buy a new one.
Later on we would both wind up living down the street from each other in Rancho Santa Margarita, and both of us would have one pet.....................a black cat. Okay, now tell me THAT ain't weird!
ANYway, it just goes on and on. There's so many synchs going on for me with that group of people during that time of my life. They're so "out there" that they border on outright reality manipulation and some strange, other wordly occurences being manipulated on some other level. I tried to simplify it, and still left out most of it. And I stilll haven't figured out what it all means though. It was such a crazy time though, that's for sure!!
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy shit ... what a ride!" - Anonymous
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