Topic # 10 - Synchronicity
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Topic # 10 - Synchronicity
Synchronicity is the mysterious phenomena of strange things happening for supposedly 'coincidental' reasons -- which may in fact be due to the forces of synchronicity. Let me tell you a story: Many years ago, a man grew up in Nova Scotia and across his lifetime became a famous writer. When he became famous he traveled far and wide. But when he came home to Nova Scotia to visit, he always told his loved ones, "I want to be buried here, in our little village by the sea, in Nova Scotia, because I love it here so much and it has been so important to my formation as a human being." He always believed and understood that this would happen. Years later, a worldwide influenza epidemic is causing literally millions of deaths. Our writer from Nova Scotia is traveling in Texas on his many cultural engagements. He catches influenza and dies. So many people were dying, and the disease was so contagious, that victims had to be buried where they died. The Nova Scotia writer was buried along the Gulf Coast of Texas, far from his homeland. Flash to many years later -- during hurricane season -- the wind picks up and waves crash on the Texas coast as a hurricane arrives. The storm surge crashes on shore, and across the many hours of the hurricane's landfall, the local cemetery is inundated with water. Towns people are horrified to find that graves have burst open. Some of the coffins are watertight, and float away, out of sight. The Nova Scotia writer's coffin meets such a fate. Two years later, in Nova Scotia, in the writer's beloved little village by the sea, a young woman walking along the beach is startled to find a coffin on the sand. It is the writer's coffin. For in death, the writer had clung to his wish and had returned home to be buried. === This is a true story, well-documented. If you have trouble believing it, go to your local library and look up 'synchronicity' -- you are more than likely to find a book on the subject containing this mysterious and perplexing event. Please discuss your feelings, and any stories you have on this subject.
Vykin | Tuesday, October 24, 2000 - 06:39 am  LOL I wake up this morning and see a new topic. (Looks like Host is beginning to write Long stories like me! lol) I am going to think and I'm sure I will be responding |
Moondance | Tuesday, October 24, 2000 - 11:02 am  Off hand, the first thing that I think of is how Humans have this desire & need to have an explanation to everything. I have even read that religion/God has been 'invented' to make our existence comprehensible. So pick an extreme I feel everything happens for a reason and everyone's perception of a reason is different... There are so many wonderful stories like the one above ... There was a news story a couple of years ago about a cat that was roaming around inside a moving van, trapped inside, then traveled over 1500 miles. The cat's person (we will call her Ann) was devastated realizing her cat was gone ... not knowing what happened. I believe it was 6-8 months later that the cat showed up back at his original home. Worn, thin but in good shape considering what this poor thing had to go through. (the people that had moved - neighbors of Ann called to say that they had seen her kitty but could not catch him and then eventually disappeared) I do volunteer work for Best Friends Animal Sanctuary so they have heard many stories similar to this... I guess there are a number of things that could have happened to explain it or maybe it was just a string of coincidents... but does it really matter. IMO, I choose to just believe and have faith. |
Moondance | Tuesday, October 24, 2000 - 11:13 am  oopps, forgot to add that Ann was about to move the next day and loading up a moving van when kitty appeared! |
Himay10ns | Tuesday, October 24, 2000 - 11:38 am  Moon, I heard another story of this type that concerned a dog. "Spot" HATED going to the vet. He barked and growled and generally made every visit miserable. One day, Spot was hit by a passing vehicle and was gravely injured. Instead of laying down in the road to die, he walked his little doggy self to the vet and jumped up on the door until someone let him in. After he was inside, he walked right into an exam room and hopped up on the table. I'm not sure this counts as sychronicity, more like instinct but a wonderful lesson in animal nature. I'll have to think more on this topic and do a little research before I post my feelings. |
Himay10ns | Tuesday, October 24, 2000 - 11:57 am  This is probably the best description I've seen of so called, synchronicity... "Being in a place where logic says you shouldn't be, doing something that you wouldn't normally do, and being open for anything to happen." I happen to believe that ALL things happen for a reason and there truly are no coincidences in life. I know that God had a plan for me before I was even born. I believe there are many ways to get to that planned place in my life. I don't always listen to the Lord's will and I make bad choices and poor decisions. So sometimes I have to take the hard road toward the goal. But ultimately, I will end up where God intended (whether it's Texas or Nova Scotia!!). |
Moondance | Tuesday, October 24, 2000 - 12:08 pm  Great story May! Here is another example of animal instinct...lol When I moved to LA... I had never been here before, though I did tell everyone since the age of six, I was going to live in LA. So when I finally made the jump, I packed my car with clothes and left. I had highway maps but only an address where I was going to live (It was a friend of a friend that had room on her studio apt floor! ... Makes for a good rags to riches story ... still waiting for the riches!) Can I tell you how big LA is and how confusing the freeways can be especially if you are new to the city...I had no idea at the time so I guess what you don't know, won't hurt ya! I was told that this apt was in Hollywood... I looked on the map and took the 101 freeway ... it passes by Hollywood and I thought I would call when I found an exit. Well, I found an exit and Sunset blvd..... it was so exciting so I kept driving... I needed to turn around to find a phone, thought the street was interesting and decided to drive farther... I made another turn and I was at the address. It was like I drove right to it... My new roommate couldn't believe it. I never thought twice about it ... it was meant to be. |
Vykin | Wednesday, October 25, 2000 - 10:45 pm  I too believe in things happening for a reason. I believe there is a reason we are in this house. I believe there is a reason for "every drop of rain that falls...". I've had many situations in my life where its been deja vu. I know of people, who've had out of body experiences. Strange happenings. But nothing specific comes to mind right now. The only incident I can recall directly related to me, is, I used to fly on business a lot until 3 years ago. I had no problem with flying. One day I was boarding a plane home from Vancouver. As I took the taxi to the airport, I had a real sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Couldn't figure it out, I had no problems to worry about, but just didn't feel good. The feeling increased as I checked in and went to my departure gate. They announced the boarding for the plane. I walked with "dead weight", went through and sat in my seat. Having had a friend who was a pilot, I know the procedures the pilots use, before they taxi off etc. I almost got off the plane. Then I shrugged it off, thought I was being an idiot. The feeling didn't disappear. The plane delayed taking off. Finally it was airborne. As the wheels left the pavement, I felt like I was punched in the stomach. My ears were ringing, I swore I heard "different" sounds from the aircraft. I did nothing but repeat in my mind, "please,god, please, god, please god" I dared to look up at other passengers (the plane wasn't very full). Suddenly a jolt! everyone is startled. This is 10 minutes into the flight. Pilot comes on says, "Folks, we just have a minor problem, (he mentioned it I just forget the descriptor). We are going to return to Vancouver airport, get it fixed and re-ascend. Now I'm thinking, "please god, please let us land, please god, please let us land! WE landed! I swore to myself when we taxied back to the terminal, I was getting off the plane! No way was I going back up in the same aircraft! As it turned out, we disembarked, and a new plane was brought in! The horrible feeling left my stomach when I walked off that plane. Now when I came home, I phoned my friend the pilot, explained what had happened. I was told the "minor" problem we experienced - that if we had been even 5 minutes further away from the airport, we would have crashed! The problem was not minor - it was a race against death!. |
Roger_Ramjet | Thursday, October 26, 2000 - 12:07 am  Well, I have to admit that some of these happenings are darned hard to explain through normal means...no questioning that. Some of them....a flight out 5 minutes crashing...yep, there have been crashes, so maybe they were that 5 minutes or more out, so they didn't make it. Vky's flight being within range to land..how about fortuitous?? Do I believe I got out of the freezer because of Synchronicity?? No, I tend not to. Now maybe if I was able to unscrew all of the screws with my bleeding fingers...biut I had a screw driver. The one with the coffin though...I have to agree...something I sure can't explain. My views I've shared...could they be wrong??? Of course. They could be correct as well, and the situation just has an explnation we can't get to yet. It certainly does make one step back and ponder.... |
Moondance | Thursday, October 26, 2000 - 09:39 am  I do want to hear more about this experience Roger... you have mentioned it before... the one about the freezer. You talked about it when I was asking for birthdays |
Roger_Ramjet | Thursday, October 26, 2000 - 05:28 pm  Moon, I see this as bad timing...I don't want in any way to be accused of using it to gain popularity from sympathy, from whatever. It would not bother me at all to tell you about it--it would bother me a lot to have anyone associate a motive to it in any way. If you can guarnntee that won't happen, then I'd be happy to talk about it. The siuation isn't a secret. Although the company did try and keep it under wraps as much as possible. I would be very angry if the story was taken as anything other than just conveying the information to you. I know the folks in here wouldn't see it as anything other than that. The others though...... |
Moondance | Thursday, October 26, 2000 - 05:32 pm  I cannot tell you what the others would feel but I am the one who asked so I see no ulterior motive |
Roger_Ramjet | Thursday, October 26, 2000 - 05:39 pm  I know you would never do anything like that--and I appreciate that from you. It is a long poost due to the details--would you like me to write it up during tonight and post it?? Geez, most of my other posts are long as well. A heck ofa lot happened in 1/2 hour---sure you want to hear all of it?? There is always the short version--2 of us got locked into a freezer, shouldn't have gotten out, yet did though....we lived. I'll let you pick if you want to hear version 2-- |
Moondance | Thursday, October 26, 2000 - 05:44 pm  Whatever you choose... I didn't quit get the emotions and how you really felt in the short version |
Moondance | Thursday, October 26, 2000 - 05:46 pm  Wait until you get back from dinner with your son |
Roger_Ramjet | Thursday, October 26, 2000 - 10:50 pm  The purpose of the visit to the freezer was to collect sample bottles of sea sediment that was to be packaged as waste with the rest of the lab waste I was there to package. I was there by myself because I was going to be assigned a “helper” from their location—lately 2 of us had gone because the person their who deals with waste is also a research person, and that comes first—and they had been very busy. The person who was to help me, ironically enough, was a person who had just gotten back from a 2 year educational leave of absence—he was getting his BS. It was his second day back, and had been assigned to help me with whatever I wanted him to do. His name is Steve, and he was pretty sharp, so I figured things would go smooth. So, anyway, I knew there was a freezer to get waste out of, although no one had told me about it…I figured a small walk-in at about 20F (-7C). Well, turns out this thing is a building!! About 10’ wide, and 20’ long---although the first 5x10 is a cooler that leads has a door that goes to the freezer unit. So, we go in, figuring we will work as long as we can gathering sample jars. To set the insides, there are wire standup racks on each side, with isle way in the middle. There are 100s of sample jars—about 100mls to 250mls—either glass or plastic. There are some coolers with sample jars in them—like the coolers you’d take to the beach. Well, we go in, and it feels really cold—the thermometer says –22F(-30C)!!!! So, we close the door because we are going to be in there as long as we can stand it, then head out, warm up, go back in, etc. Well, about 15 minutes pass, and we are VERY cold—so we decide to head out. We hit the handle to get out and IT WON”T MOVE! It’s a metal bolt sticking out with a round plastic knob---just like any cooler or freezer door like this. My dad as a meat cutter—I’ve been in and out of these all my life. We aren’t sure what it’s not moving—corrosion, ice?? We can’t tell. So we hit it hard a couple of times—not a budge. Steve kicks it, and on the second kick instead of getting out, the plastic piece breaks off!! We are now left with the end of a long bolt showing----not something to bash your hand into!! I grab the biggest/heaviest cooler and start hitting a corner of it (more plastic on the corners of coolers). I hit it square on 6 times—and put 6 holes in the cooler! Steve and I next look for an emergency turn-off switch, or emergency alarm---this unit is over 100 feet from the main building, AND set behind a group of other large storage units. We find that there are no emergency switches of any time, so we stop to take stock and plan. Remember, I mentioned that we didn’t try and get out till we were already at the point where we were VERY cold! I say to him, “This is kinda funny being stuck in here..” He says, with his eyes opened as wide as I’ve ever seen anyone’s eyes, “NO IT’S NOT!” I say, “Yes it is…not haha funny, but stupid funny—we are in here looking for frozen mud!” Steve says, “I’m not laughing!” I say, “You have to almost laugh at it—we could die in a short time because we were mud hunting---do you realize how little value it is to die for mud?” He says, “It’s still not funny!” We figure we should go through a systematic method of seeing if we can get out—we face two issues from the inside—we were already freezing when we decided to leave, and the 2 12” fans are continually blowing the very cold air on us unless we are at the ends of the freezer unit. Issues from the outside----there is great distance and other barriers between us and anyone else. No one knew exactly when we came out there—they just knew that we were working on getting waste items together that afternoon—so no one would miss us for awhile. We tried the obvious “bang and yell” on the sides to see what the chances might be I someone cam by per chance. This think was built!! Figured someone would have had to bee right there listening for us. (we later would find out that was an accurate call). Next any switches on the cooer unit to turn off or change the temperature? Well, yes, although they were marked 20, 30, 35 and defrost. We didn’t know if the numbers were above or below zero!!! So we tried defrost, remembering that on the outside along with the housed chart of the temperature, there was an alarm a swell—most likely an alarm that if the temp. went too high, it would go off. This we thought, was a possibility! Well, after a few minutes of waiting, nothing kicked in---later we would learn that the alarm could only be heard if you were within about 1 foot of it!!!! Well, at –30C, it’s getting two cold guys even colder!! We look to the wiring to see if there is something to short out---hey electrocution potential is better than Popsicle for sure!!! At the same time, I ask Steve if he has famility, and if so, how long before they called concerned. He figured his wife would call about 7:00-8:00----of course everyone would be gone by then and no one would answer the phone. It was just after 2:00 when we first went in, btw. We find one junction box above the door, although the cover is screwed on by 2 screws---and no tools in there—only coolers and sample jars!! Can you believe that I have a Swiss Army knife with a number of tools---2 of them being screwdrivers!!! With out that, we could not have removed the cover!! So, I unscrew the screws and remove the plat (hey folks, my hands are getting cold, as I haven’t had them covered the entire time!! We look at the wiring inside the box, and see that it only goes to the light—no wires go into the freezer unit (we could see the conduit coming out of the box for the light—we wee hoping for more! Ok, that was a strike out!! So things are looking a lot worse, because it won’t be long before the cold over takes our ability to have any kind of affect in doing anything. We are looking at the wiring going into the unit trying to find another junction box, or something to yank out and not electrocute us in any event. There was one wire, although it was temperature sensor. Things are starting to not look promising at all…like it’s time to accept that in a couple of hours, we will be dead, and in much less time, we won’t be able to think at all---in a very short time. Steve is feeling pretty bad about the possibility of leaving behind a wife and two small kids….I don’t blame him at all!!!! We both notice a plastic cowling over the plunger—the bolt. It’s concave, so it goes into the door!! I get out the knife again, and unscrew 4 screws—this takes awhile because of the shape my hands are in. With the shelving on each side, there isn’t room for 2 people by the door…I take it off, and exposed is tight packed Styrofoam insulation, and some ice throughout the insulation! I use the knife to cut away the insulation, chip away some ice by where the plunger goes into the door, and I finally get down to a think slab of plywood. I’ve cleared all the insulation and ice away from the plunger, and dug as much as I could around the hole where the plunger goes into the wood. Take the cooler to it again---more holes!! We still don’t know if it’s ice or corrosion that has crewed up the plunger… We just stand there…looking at each other—both thinking we will know what it’s like to freeze to death. I look at my hands---they are swollen to twice their normal size, and in the light appear to be cherry red. For the first time I realize just how much pain they are in! It is hard to move my fingers…and Steve is out of ideas except for pulling the 220 line going into the unit, although it’s bracketed in pretty good, and may not be accessible enough to pull. In any event, it’s likely electrocution from what he knows of electrical systems. All of a sudden a light comes on in my head!!!! We need something to put on the end of the bolt to increase the surface area—that’s why I had put holes in the cooler—so much force over such a small area! How to do that???---the plate from the junction box!!! I turn it point on point (it’s a 4”x4” piece of metal) and place one end into the foam, and up against the bolt end. I grab the cooler—it is heavy to me now (much heavier than before) and I can barely hold it by the handles. I hit at the plate, and it flies off—without the bolt moving at all!! I try this 4 more times, with the same results. Steve is watching me because there isn’t enough room for him...I look into his eyes and can see that he knows this is our last chance…I remember that look from those parents of the SIDS deaths I told you about. Or maybe I know that time is at hand where I won’t be able to move my hands!!!! And neither one of us will be able to even think of anything…the cold air continues to barrel out of those fans!! I hate losing though…and I know my idea is a sound one—it just isn’t working well. I figure just a bit longer, and we will be worthless to ourselves…Steve agrees. I pick up the metal piece once again—with an intensity that only death can bring if you let it come to you. I fight through the half pain, half uselessness of my hands to embed the metal into the foam...I push down and leave a dent in my hand a deep dent. I take the cooler and hit it for all I’m worth…the metal stays in place but movement of the bolt…so I keep hitting it, and don’t plan on stopping till I can’t move. I hit it another 7 or 8 times…and the bolt moves ever so much, and so does the door!!!!!!!!!!! We rush out, and the metal plate falls to the floor….it’s bent around the bolt head, and the bolt end had gone half way through the galvanized plate!! We go report it to the head guy of the facility, and show him everything I just explained. He is in shock at what almost happened! The bolt still won’t move. I really believe that 1) without that knife, we couldn’t have done any of this, 2) that I’m really glad I thought of the junction box cover, and 3) that was the last chance for us. I went back to work the rest of the afternoon, (around 3:30 by now). Steve was a little shaken and goes home. The next day Steve was very shaken and really didn’t want to be there. He helped me, but was very unfocused. The next day he was shaking about the incident…I went back into the freezer to finish the job---with an investigation team present!! Steve quit shortly after that. I believe that we should have died….I am proud of my efforts that day. Yet those things such as those babies dieing in my arms…why did I deserve to get out???? |
Moondance | Thursday, October 26, 2000 - 11:20 pm  Wow ... now that version had emotion! Unbelievable ... took some Mcgyvering! I am so glad you had that pocket knife and your level head! Wow! That is amazing! |
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