Coincidences and Synchronicities

[Hammer of Los]

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Ash: I only know their names from the theme from Exodus. Ever see that 'Newhart' where the two Darryls play 'Exodus' on duelling pianos? Loved that.

Synchs?

New?

Hart?

Duelling Pianos?

White keys and black?

Yin and Yang?

Exodus?

Ah'm a geddin' outta here.

One day.

Perhaps never to return.

Sorry 'bout the koans.

I quite honestly can't help it anymore.

But seriously I love Norton Ash.

He makes me laugh even when I don't know what he means!

Ha ha!






ps I too love Steely Dan: "Are you reelin' in the years, stowin' away the time? Are you gatherin' up the tears? Have you had enough of mine?"

pps You guys synch me out.

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[82_28]

What? So you're out, Hammer of Los?

Don't go nowhere, yo.



Live like an angel, die like a devil. Dont let it worry you, were down here together. Were all here: heathens, heretics, kids with blue socks. I asked some questions and wasnt satisfied with the answers. It seems thats the biggest crime since not fitting in. But were all here: King Diamond, todds mom, fallen angels, the decimated cultures, the kid in the corner in sweat pants. We'll find our own way.

[Hammer of Los]

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God bless you 82_28.

I see myself in you so clearly.

Yet we are so different.

I'm not leaving RI.

I was referring to these our little lives in Middle Earth, echoes as they are of something greater, bounded by a little sleep from which we are destined to awaken.

I suffer intimations of immortality. Yet this body was begun and so it must end in its own good time.

Yet know ye not of the never returner?

Don't ask me to explain.

Ye will think me mad.

Maybe I am mad.

Or is it truly that the world is mad and I am sane?

I send my thought into the world. And I wait and see!

One step at a time, sweet Jesus.

Sorry to ramble!

I ramble for England!





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[82_28]

Good, Mr. Los. Propagandhi of course rambles in Canada and I ramble on Canada's behalf in America -- I think we all ramble about us and the state of things. But I would ramble on America's behalf (I suppose) in Canada were I allowed in (I think I still can be). However, don't ever let it get you down. I'm down right now and that's the hard part.

BUT! Psynapz came out to visit me from Maine yesterday and that is what I am taking from this site. I have met too many good peeps. One in all, we are all unique and I enjoy this place the way I used to enjoy showbiz pizza -- which is another OP. . . .

Because that's just creepy. (I'm working on an idea of the history of how us kids were brought up in the 70s, 80s, and 90s -- not there yet, I never am -- but I am trying to figure out how we all are how we are and why my fondest memories come from a place that wanted to vacuum bucks outta my parents pockets etc)

Just trying to get an angle! Argh

[Stephen Morgan]

http://www.craigmurray.org.uk/archives/ ... hronicity/

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Recently I have been plagued by coincidences. I was talking on a train about someone I hadn’t seen for thirty years, and then met them coming out of the train toilet. Had I subconsciously seen them on a platform and not consciously registered it? I don’t know, but coincidences of that nature have been occurring recently with a strange frequency. I have never quite been able to get my head round the theory of synchronicity.

In about 1986 I was working in the trade department of the British High Commission in Lagos. I went to visit a Yoruba turkey farmer near Ijebu-Ode who wanted help with his meat processing and freezing machinery. I spent an extremely pleasant day with his family. He showed me the massive church he was building, with a cantilevered roof. He had ordered a mighty organ from Rushworth and Dreaper, one of the world’s last manufacturers of real pipe organs.

The following week I left on leave. Before actual holiday I was doing a tour for ten days around the UK, visiting companies who wanted advice on doing business with Nigeria. The Department of Trade and Industry organised the itineraries through regional offices. In Liverpool I was delighted to find I had been sheduled to visit Rushworth and Dreaper and witness the skills and craftsmanship that go into building a pipe organ (there are literally hundreds of unglamorous wooden and lead pipes packed behind the showcase guilded exterior ones – which sometimes are simply dummies. Each pipe is a first class musical instrument).

Rushworth and Dreaper were most impressed that I had visited their customer just a week before. It was quite a coincidence given that, as far as I or the High Commission knew, he was just a turkey farmer and nothing to do with organs. But not that big a coincidence.

My tour over, a fortnight later I took my wife and children on holiday to Hong Kong. We went on to one of the big junks that sail Hong Kong Harbour as floating restaurants in the evenings. It was very packed, and we shared a table with a pleasant English couple. We introduced each other. “I am a director of a little Liverpool company that makes pipe organs”, he said, “It’s called Rushworth and Dreaper”.

As I said, I have never got my head round synchronicity. In some way human consciousness must on occasion be able to shape events that, by laws we understand, ought to be outside such influence. I have no idea how, why or how often, and to express such an idea is to invite ridicule. But that is what I observe.

[Project Willow]

I have a synchro that I'm almost positive I've mentioned here before, but now I can't find the post.

It happened 2 years ago while I was in Paris.

From my travel blog:

Sunday, March 22nd, 2009

The virus hit me hard as I wandered around the Musee d’Orsay yesterday. On the way there I happened to find the Sennelier store. I was so happy, they had all of their pastels of course, but some I hadn’t seen before. They were giant ones, 3/4 to 1 inch in diameter. I bought a set in grey, they will be too much fun to work with when I return to the studio.

Saturday, May 9th, 2009

First however, I must relate the story of the drafting film. I was very pleased to bring home with me from Paris, and the original Sennelier Artist Materials store, a new set of grey pastels. Surprisingly it took me a couple of weeks until I began to play with them in the studio. The first day I did so, my studio was still a mess and all I could find to use was a scrap of drafting film. It’s not a conventional ground for pastels by any means, in fact it’s somewhat unusual, but I tacked it up anyway just wanting to do a quick test.

The pastels were wonderful, wide, dense and rich, and oddly enough the translucence of the drafting paper added a quality to them that I liked very much. Plus, the pastel stuck to the paper quite well. I finished my test and thought to myself that I should find some more drafting film, perhaps a big roll of it in order to work very large.

About a week later, the very next time I was free and on my way to my studio again, I opened the door of my apartment and there leaning on the frame was nothing other than a giant roll of drafting film. I had not told anyone of my plan, and actually had it in my mind that I would go out and buy a roll that day. A little note attached to it said the roll had been left for me by Brian Murphy while I was away in Paris. My neighbor had taken it into her apartment for safe keeping, and had just remembered to put it out for me again. I think this is more than a cosmic hint, if such things exist, it is like being whacked over the head!

I'm still using pastel on drafting film. The most recent example is posted here. http://rigorousintuition.ca/board2/viewtopic.php?p=432188#p432188

[82_28]

Jeffrey Zaslow, 'Last Lecture' author, dies in car crash at 53

By Elaine Woo

Los Angeles Times


Jeffrey Zaslow, a Wall Street Journal columnist with a flair for inspirational stories who produced three nonfiction best-sellers, beginning with the 2008 book "The Last Lecture" about life lessons from a dying man, was killed in a car crash Friday. He was 53.

Mr. Zaslow's death was announced on the website of Detroit's Fox 2 News, where his wife, Sherry Margolis, is an anchor. Mr. Zaslow was driving on a snow-covered highway in Northern Michigan when he lost control and was hit by a truck. He died on impact, officials said.

A journalist for more than three decades, Mr. Zaslow had written three books before breaking into the best-seller ranks with "The Last Lecture."

He wrote the book with Randy Pausch, a terminally ill professor whose farewell speech at Carnegie Mellon University became an Internet sensation after Mr. Zaslow posted a video clip online with a Wall Street Journal column he had written about the talk.

"The Last Lecture" — published three months before Pausch's death from pancreatic cancer in 2008 — has sold more than 5 million copies in English and was translated into 48 languages.

Mr. Zaslow followed with two more best-sellers: "Highest Duty: My Search for What Really Matters," cowritten with Chesley "Sully" Sullenberger, the pilot hailed as a hero after he calmly landed his disabled passenger jet in New York's Hudson River, saving 155 lives; and "The Girls from Ames," a chronicle of the friendship shared by 11 women from rural Iowa. Both were published in 2009.

"I'm interested in people's deepest, sharpest emotions," the author said in 2010 in a story in The Patriot Ledger of Quincy, Mass. "That's what I like writing about. Life's transitions are very emotional."

Born in Philadelphia on Oct. 6, 1958, Mr. Zaslow was a 1980 graduate of Carnegie Mellon, where he studied creative writing. He began his career as a feature writer for The Orlando Sentinel in Florida, leaving in 1983 to join The Wall Street Journal as a columnist.

One of his most memorable Journal pieces concerned a Chicago Sun-Times contest to select a successor to advice columnist Ann Landers. Mr. Zaslow decided that the best way to research the story was to enter the competition. Of 12,000 applicants, he was chosen to share the column with Diane Crowley, daughter of the original Ann Landers.

He wrote the advice column for 14 years, until he returned to The Journal in 2001. He also co-wrote "Gabby: A Story of Courage and Hope" (2011), a book about Gabrielle Giffords, the former Arizona congresswoman who survived a bullet to the head.

Mr. Zaslow, who lived in the Detroit area, was traveling this week to promote his latest book, "The Magic Room: A Story About the Love We Wish for Our Daughters," a nonfiction narrative set in a small-town Michigan bridal shop that follows the lives of a handful of brides and their parents.

He died in Warner Township, about 160 miles northwest of Lansing, according to the Antrim County sheriff's office.

A self-described "girlie man," Mr. Zaslow was the father of three daughters: Jordan, 22, Alex, 20, and Eden, 16, who survive him along with his wife.

He said the book he wrote with Pausch changed his life. Mr. Zaslow often emailed the dying professor with the reactions the story was stirring on various Internet sites. "I'd send him all these links about his story and he'd say, 'Stop Googling me and go hug your kids,' " Mr. Zaslow told The Indianapolis Star in 2009. "I hope I can be as brave as he was."

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/n ... bit11.html

[Iamwhomiam]

Just beginning this thread... My daughter's birthday was yesterday 2/11/12 a palindrome!

[AlicetheKurious]

I've experienced sooo many synchronicities, most recently last Friday. I was sitting in our restaurant hang-out, talking with some friends about a Twitter I'd read, warning people that a young man who'd been approaching demonstrators in Tahrir and trying to get their names and phone numbers was almost certainly Military Intelligence. I remembered that last summer, I'd had a conversation with a man who fit the description, but couldn't recall his name.

Later, after my friends left, I went to sit with the restaurant's owner at her table. I got a phone call from my son asking me to get something for him from a supermarket on my way home. The owner, who is also a friend, offered to walk me to a nearby store, so we went. Guess who we ran into? I was floored. My friend greeted him, and later, as we walked back, I mentioned how uncomfortable he made me. She said, "He's military intelligence. Guess what? Half our customers are intelligence agents, spying on the other half." Yes, I know I sound stupefyingly naive, but I didn't know that. In fact, she told me a lot of things I didn't know, and wouldn't have known if all these little bits hadn't happened to come together.

[Sounder]

She said, "He's military intelligence. Guess what? Half our customers are intelligence agents, spying on the other half." Yes, I know I sound stupefyingly naive, but I didn't know that.

Yikes, but it is to be wondered as to how many accept as an imperative for self preservation, a willingness to provide whatever an authority may demand, in exchange for promises of minimizing overt threats, stability or even simply belonging.

And just so that I stay on topic. I had a 1917 penny when I was seven years old on 11-22-63. When JFK was announced as having been shot about an hour later I immediately knew that he was born in 1917.

[Inkwhyring]

Has anyone ever heard that a deja-vu is just your short-term memory,of the past few seconds,like,wow,I've been here,like,wow,I've been here again,.....this is dumb but the past 3 times I've baked cookies,they came out of the oven at EXACTLY 18 minutes after the hour.Well,last time it was a cake.

[vanlose kid]

Has anyone ever heard that a deja-vu is just your short-term memory,of the past few seconds,like,wow,I've been here,like,wow,I've been here again,.....this is dumb but the past 3 times I've baked cookies,they came out of the oven at EXACTLY 18 minutes after the hour.Well,last time it was a cake.

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[Iamwhomiam]

Odd how these things occur... I've just read Morgan's posting and for the last hour have been listening to this organ: http://music.cornell.edu/about-us/facilities-and-instruments/organs-and-keyboards/organs/anabel-taylor/

[jingofever]

I don't know how long ago I last saw Get Smart before tonight but it has been close to decades and as far as I recall I have only seen one episode. For whatever reason I caught an episode tonight and it happened to be the only one I recall seeing. The episode with the line, "Just as I suspected, electric grass." I have always remembered that line. This kind of thing, (seeing only one episode of a tv show and then seeing it again years later), happens more than seems necessary.

[sunny]

Again with the numbers.

In an effort to cut monthly bills my husband and I recently switched banks and bundled our cable/internet/phone with AT&T, with whom we already have cell service. To my knowledge AT&T is not affiliated with the bank.

Anyway, after using the same pin on my debit card for years I chose a different, completely off the wall number for the new bank card. One week later when cable/internet was hooked up, the password I was given for the new email account contained the exact four numbers in the same sequence as my new debit card pin.

I don't know what it means, but the coincidences with numbers seem to have accelerated for me in the last few months. Between this one and the earlier one I recounted with the 3 33's there were several small instances I made a mental note of at the time but none were so startling as these two examples.