Do you believe in Synchronicity?
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Do you believe in Synchronicity?
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Karuuna | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 11:39 am  Noslonna - okay, but does he *know* we're praying for him? And do the others know? And how do we know if they know? Did the mole tell them, or not? And how do we control for those praying for him and other BG's? E -- so it follows that the way to test for synchronicity is....? |
Elitist | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 11:45 am  K - Wait - I was only talking about psychics, we still haven't figured out the measurable synchronistic event yet, have we? |
Karuuna | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 01:18 pm  well, Eli, that's what I was counting on you to do!  |
Noslonna | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 03:10 pm  Karuuna... he might know -- then again his moles might not have told him yet. I thought this prayer thing was a stand alone program. Does he need to know beforehand -- or can we just pray for him anyway? |
Karuuna | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 03:13 pm  Noslonna - well it depends! If he knows, then he could himself psychically alter the voting of people. If he doesn't know, the psychic alterations are all our own. And of course, we can't discount the fact that there might be more people praying for the other BG's... |
Wcv63 | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 03:18 pm  I was hoping that my prayers would jam your prayers from reaching the intended goal. I think we are clogging up the prayerways. |
Karuuna | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 03:39 pm  wcv -- that's it! Why all of a sudden the voting polls went whacko! Everyone started praying! it's a miracle!!  |
Ocean_Islands | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 04:44 pm  OMG I'm almost bumped from this thread! So many messages and I'm not caught up -- 10 hours off line and you're f**ked! What impromptu tack has the thread taken today? |
Vasix | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 04:53 pm  Ocean I think they are all now laying hands on the screens and praying. I'm very skeered. I'm so like thinking this is going the Exorcist way! Look out for pea soup!!!!!!!! Vasix Hurling Himself Down Those Steps |
Wcv63 | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 05:18 pm  Ocean we're doing our damnedest to keep you on your toes! |
Twiggyish | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 05:21 pm  lol Vasix and Kar Apology accepted Eli.  |
Elitist | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 09:51 pm  Well just to let you know synchronicity still exists. Apparently while all heck was breaking loose on the voting polls my ghost decided to make another appearance. I was trying to get my daughter to sleep while watching the tube and kept hearing a strange noise from the other room, but when I got my daughter quiet and the tv muted wouldn't hear anything. Then I heard a distinct "Meow, meow". Knew instantly what it was - a toy telephone that rings when you push it and has four other buttons that make animals sounds (one a cat). After I heard the cat sound, I heard the ringer go off for about 2 or three minutes in about 10 second intervals (not the cat sound by the way). Then nothing. Of course after I put my daughter to bed, I looked for the toy and couldn't find it to find out what was making it go off. And even though I moved a lot of stuff it didn't go off again. So I am waiting till the light of day to finish the search. Now was it trying to tell me that I should have come online earlier to see what was going on? Wa this coincidence only? |
Digilady | Friday, October 27, 2000 - 11:23 pm  Perfect example of synchronicity. You know, just before a trip when ALL goes absolutely wrong at ONCE? Yesterday was the epitome. Coinky-dink my arse. First: I managed to put a coffee cup on top of a contac. It gets scratched beyond use. Optometrist says no, been too long since I’ve seen you. Cannot get you another one before you leave. Mind you, I’m going to CA to ride JUMPERS. Like to try that, half-blind? I am in process of buying extremely expensive horse. This is the ONLY time I can get out there… So I find a place which will buff the thing for me. They give no guarantees, but I’m desperate. They say it will take half an hour. Fine. There’s a hair place next door: I’ll get my hair whacked. I am now sitting in the chair, woman merrily snipping away. BOOOOOOOM. All lights go out, scares the shit out of the hairdresser who promptly stabs me in the back of the neck. (no, not badly). I go back to the contac lens place. Gee, that same explosion took out all their computers AND the electric deal with which they were buffing my (hard) lens. Still desperate, I pop it in, and it feels.. AWFUL. On top of which, I now have double vision. Yes, my dad pulled in a favor. Yes, an emergency contac was made, and I now have it. Yes, I did all pre-trip shopping, banking, etc etc nearly blind. And yes, at 1:30AM I just got done packing. Leave at 8 AM. We won’t discuss the fires at work, which only I can fix. With one damn eyeball. Finally, my synchronicity post! LOL It WOULD be like this. |
Ocean_Islands | Saturday, October 28, 2000 - 09:01 am  Lol! Digi what happened to eyeglasses? |
Karuuna | Saturday, October 28, 2000 - 09:33 am  Digi -- hehehe, I hope the riding went well for you tho! I do envy the fun of choosing a new jumper, I really miss that part of my life! |
Katie | Saturday, October 28, 2000 - 09:35 am  Digi said in chat she doesn't have glasses. I am not sure why. I have contacts but I also keep a pair of glasses around for emergencies and for those times I don't feel like messing with contacts. |
Vasix | Saturday, October 28, 2000 - 09:41 am  Digi: that was a cluster snafu! I had weeks of those at one time in my life! You should live in my town, we are the horse capital of the Virginia Hunt Country. My town is 218 people and we had the O'Conner husband and wife team (each got a gold and Bronze) and Nina Fout (she got a bronze) from the Sydney Olympics! Not bad, four medals from a town of 218. We are so horse crazy here that my town has two shops that repair cars and one shop that only works on horse trailers. And we have more vets than doctors. Jump well and be safe. No rails down! |
Wcv63 | Saturday, October 28, 2000 - 09:41 am  Oh Digi! Sounds more like Murphy's Law than syncronicity! |
Vasix | Saturday, October 28, 2000 - 09:45 am  Katie: I had my eyes lasered this summer. It was fantastic. I can see long distances now BETTER than I could with glasses. But I was using my long vision for reading so when they corrected the long distance now I have to wear reading glasses!!!! <insert that cool BWAAAAAAA sound that Digi can do, and insert the smiley face with specs that I never figured out how to do) |
Wcv63 | Saturday, October 28, 2000 - 09:46 am   |
Ocean_Islands | Monday, October 30, 2000 - 05:52 pm  Why do I believe in Synchronicity. In celebration of the Game finale, I'll tell you a last story: Some years ago I was in love with a beautiful woman who seemed to be everything that I had ever wanted. Our connection was very deep and spiritual. Her name was Nina. She was fun and I was fun and everything was great. Things were going well, but then suddenly things fell apart and we broke up. It just didn't work out. Then she moved far away. It took me a long time to get over the whole thing and I was very sad. I took to reading about spirituality and specifically Indian spirituality. I built myself a drum out of rawhide and white oak. I meditated. I became fascinated with Indians and Indian symbols. It helped. One day, an image caught my eye. It was the profile of an Indian man; a Blackhawk Indian. The Blackhawk Indians were adopted by a hockey team and the emblem they chose was an Indian's profile. I liked the image so I obtained a couple items of sports memorabilia with this emblem on it. I just liked it, even though I wasn't particularly a hockey fan. One day coming home from work, I was riding on the train. There was no place to sit and I was carrying my briefcase near the back end of the train. I grabbed ahold one of the railings and held on. Suddenly, I realized that sitting in a seat right by me was a woman who looked strangely like Nina. She looked almost exactly like her; she had the same hair color, had the same kind of face. She had a bag like my girlfriend had carried. She wore a blouse and skirt just like her, in the same kind of colors. Her shoes were exactly the same. She even wore the same kind of unusual nylons that Nina did -- a kind of pearly color. I was taken aback by the resemblance and all kinds of regret flooded over me. I almost felt like I could approach this person and tell her what she had meant to me, that somehow maybe we could understand each other again -- if we ever truly had. What if it had been her? It would have been so easy, instead of someone who now lived a thousand miles away. But this person in front of me was just a stranger. It was a feeling of powerlessness but also of great wonder -- just from the eerieness of it. Nina is a very talented woman and liked to do needlepoint and cross stitching. She would cross stitch wonderful things for gifts that were so exquisite that she even had trouble giving them away once they were done. As I stood there basically staring at this woman and feeling all kinds of emotion, she reached into the bag that was by her feet. She pulled out a needle and thread and a cross stitch frame. This was almost too much to believe! I could hardly keep myself from talking to her. My stop was approaching a few miles down the road. I knew that I would get off the train and not speak to her; there was something different and special about this experience, as if it were something apart from regular reality; almost like a waking dream that was trying to communicate something to me. I was almost afraid that if I reached out to touch her she would scatter into ripples like a silvery mirage of beauty. I watched her silently as the train rocked me back and forth, but strangely she was just holding the cross stitch frame in her hand; the white linen canvas was bunched up and I couldn't see if there was a design on it. The woman seemed pensive, but did not look up. My stop was now approaching. As if she knew that it was time to begin, she opened the bunched linen fabric stretched on its frame to reveal her cross stitch. I was shocked to see what she was crocheting. It was the image of the Blackhawk Indian -- the exact same Indian that, mysteriously, had meant so much to me for some time! I could feel my breath in my ears as the train came to a stop; I held my gaze on this woman who now began, stitch by stitch, to continue her work on this fabric pattern as I slowly moved away. She did not turn and look up. I left this mysterious person, stepping down to the sidewalk and into an early summer evening. I walked home, almost in a daze, while the wispy clouds turned rosy as the setting sun cast its light across the heavens. I never felt sad about Nina again. |
Adven39 | Monday, October 30, 2000 - 06:02 pm  That is a profound and moving story, Ocean. And a fitting note on which to end this thread. |
Guruchaz | Friday, November 03, 2000 - 10:11 am  Here. Chew on this some more. bump |
Katie | Friday, November 03, 2000 - 10:52 am  * |
Fruitbat | Friday, November 03, 2000 - 11:11 am  Wow. Thanks for bumping this up. I hadn't read Oceans story. I, too, believe in Syncronicity and it is because of experiences like this. I have had nothing that dramatic but enough to "know". |
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