31 (edited by lyra 2006-09-13 08:59:17)

Re: The biggest synchronicity in the history of synchronicities

Lono wrote:

Thanks for the book suggestion Lyra!  Do you now if this Susan Watkins is the "Sue Watkins" that worked with (and wrote a book about) Jane Roberts?

It is, although I haven't read her books about Seth and Jane...

"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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Re: The biggest synchronicity in the history of synchronicities

It happened again......with my coworkers, saying stuff that lines up.   My coworkers are a huge avenue for this to occur.   This one is so bizarre though.   I'm at my desk eating lunch, and hop over to www.ocweekly.com to read the online version of the indie newspaper The OC Weekly, (holdovers from when I used to live in SoCal!  big_smile )   I decide to randomly click on the feature where they interview people every week to learn about their jobs.  One week it was a chick who works at a tanning salon.  Another week it was a guy who works as personal security for strippers who perform in people's homes.  This week it's a dude who works in a record store.  Record store....sounds interesting, so I click.   And as I'm reading this line:

"...work at a record store...."  (http://www.ocweekly.com/music/music/dig … per/25873/)

.....the woman who sits behind me says to another coworker, "....does 139 records sound reasonable?...."

The word "records" and "record" lined up at the same exact moment, and created a bizarre feeling of "is this really happening?   It feels so surreal.  For me to pick that exact moment to check out the OC Weekly site, and to choose that story out of all the stories to click on, putting everything into place like a chess piece so things would line up like that when they did...........it's unreal.    And it happened last night as well.  This one's weird as well, because I went to change my cat's litter box, and realized I was all out of extra newspaper.  I usually have one or two extra Cville Weekly free newspapers on hand in one of the kitchen cabinets to use as floor liner, since my cat has a penchant for flinging litter everywhere and peeing so close to the back corner that she misses and accidentally pees on the floor  big_smile but, alas, I seemed to be out of newspaper.   Doh!  But that's when Tom, who's like, a foot taller than me big_smile noticed Hey, there's some newspapers on the tip top of the stacked washer/drier unit.   Yay!  I would never have seen them, since I'm short.    So he pulled those down for me, and I put them on top of the washing machine lid while I got everything set up to change her litter box.   I then hear Tom making a joke about "......reality creation....."  off to the side, right as my eyes fall on the Cville Weekly paper's column called "Reality Bites."   The word reality lined up at the exact same moment creating that surreal feeling.

And now in looking back over both incidents, it involves the OC Weekly, and the Cville Weekly.  Two indie newspapers for their respective local areas, and reading a word in these publications right as somebody next to me says it outloud.   Reality, and Record.   A record of reality.  Record reality.  hmm.

Dear God, What Does It Meeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaan???!?!?!?!    big_smile  haha

"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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33 (edited by Kaminari 2006-09-26 18:53:16)

Re: The biggest synchronicity in the history of synchronicities

lyra wrote:

It happened again......with my coworkers, saying stuff that lines up.   My coworkers are a huge avenue for this to occur.

Lyra,I can definitely relate to this.At one of my temp jobs from back in february this used to happen all the time to the point where it was just a common everyday thing for me.It was definitely surreal but I got so used to it happening all the time at that place it was actually funny."Oh here goes another synch..haha".For example,i used to do data entry/office clerk at that place and we would get about 100 or so requests a day in the mail which i had to process.It was a boring job so every now and again a coworker would stop by to chat with me or the lady I shared the office with. I couldn't even tell you how many times at the exact time i'm entering a requester's name into the computer a coworker with the same first name stops by my office to chat.Or they stop by to chat with my office buddy and casually mention something about somebody who has the same first name as the requester i'm entering into the computer.It was just uncanny.
And that was just one example of many synchs that happened at that place.A lot of times coworkers would come up to me and say things that i'm thinking about.Or vice versa,i knew exactly what they were going to say next. Work places seem to be one of the popular environment for synchs to happen for some reason.
Stuff like that doesn't freak me out at all,because it happens to me all the time.Telepathy,glimpses and dreams of the future,deja vus and number 33 sightings are a biggie for me.Happens all the time,no big deal.But then again,i believe that specific work place had something going on.And it wasn't negative at all,quite the opposite.It was actually the most pleasant job i've ever had.It had to do with the number 33 which follows me everywhere.My office was 303,it was on the 3rd floor, i took the bus 33 to get there and i was there for 3 months.Lots of 3's for some reason.

34 (edited by Baron 2006-09-26 20:49:43)

Re: The biggest synchronicity in the history of synchronicities

Here's a lil' synch I ran into a while back:
My brother had had a little lactose intolerance problem for about a week (he isn't actually lactose intolerant, he just occasionally gets sick from milk), so he hadn't been drinking any milk. The lack of calcium had apparently really gotten to him as he had begun to complain about it to various people. I was sitting with him and a friend and he began to talk about his calcium deficit once again, and just as he said "calcium," he noticed that this friend was drinking from bottle of Propel with calcium written in big letters on the label. My brother was certainly relieved to see this synch.