Synchronicity is the Word…
used by the Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung to label our experience of two seemingly
unconnected events taking place simultaneously. For example, paying
for an item at the till an amount that weirdly matches your birthday
number and it’s on your birthday that it happens. Hearing from 3
different friends on the same day who share the same first names. These
synchronistic events feel
related and spur us to ponder their meaning.
As a child, once I got a few of these oddball synchronicities under my
belt, I tried to make it happen. I started loving the feeling. It was
exciting, mysterious and somehow uplifting. Riding my bicycle down a
hill with my eyes closed, climbing into a freezing bath, hanging from
the monkey bars as long as I possibly could, annoyingly didn’t seem to
do the trick. That delicious, sparky synchronicity experience
persistently adhered to random and nonsense.
Separating synchronicity from psychic ability however was my adolescent
challenge. I knew I was psychic from a very young age so thinking of
someone and bumping into them was more about connecting with them
psychically than synchronicity. Dreaming of something or someone and
having it manifest in waking life was chocked up to psychic experience
Synchronicity was different. It was more about connecting to something
else – something rather grand and outside the realm of just me. I would
wonder who was orchestrating this synchronicity. What did it mean in
general and specific terms?
I’ve a couple of real dandies. As a psychic reader of course I come
across oddities that some might describe as synchronicity but I would
classify more under the heading of psychic. One woman made an
appointment to meet with me under quite extraordinary circumstances.
She had seen a psychic months earlier while visiting a friend in London,
England. The psychic told her she must see a psychic reader that is
practicing close to her home in Canada in a tea room and her name is
Kathleen. The story gets stranger.
Upon returning home, naturally she went on a hunt for a reader named
Kathleen who was doing readings in a local tea room. It didn’t take her
long to find me. She was shocked to discover I was working out of a
tea room she frequented with her girlfriends and had never heard of me!
The fact I was practicing in her favourite little Tea Room and didn’t
know until meeting with this psychic in London was a mind bender for
Perhaps the Most Extraordinary Experience…
I’ve had with synchronicity happened while I was living in San Francisco
in 1989 studying for my M.A. in east/west psychology at the California
Institute of Integral Studies. I had decided that spring that the
course I was taking with Angeles Arrien on Transitions
focused on the teachings of the I-Ching, was to be my last. It was
offered to me free of charge by the school as recognition for some
scholarship achievement or other which was the only reason I had delayed
my return to Canada by a few months.
I was feeling rather wistful after that first class (April 1989) and
headed to a Hunan Restaurant on the Haight to have lunch. After my
meal, the waiter brought the bill with a fortune cookie. Gotta love
those fortune cookies. I opened the cookie to read the message with my
usual curious-but-not-expecting-anything-profound frame of mind, and it
read, “You need a new environment. Try Canada.”
Squawking I leapt to my feet. I zoomed to an alternate universe. I
honestly couldn’t imagine I was still on earth. The waiter rushed over
to see if everything was okay. I said, “This fortune cookie! It’s impossible!”
I noticed everyone in the restaurant was now observing me with some trepidation. Oh God another loony loose on Haight Ashbury!
Embarrassed I quickly paid my bill and walked all the way home not noticing the 5 km.
I just couldn’t get my head around this fortune cookie. It was such a
perfect answer to what was troubling me. I felt such joy that I was
making the right decision to leave San Francisco – and all because a
fortune cookie told me so. The fact that the waiter had just casually
reached into a box of fortune cookies and pulled just that one out for
me was simply beyond anything I could comprehend. That’s synchronicity.
A Realization I had While Walking Home…
was that synchronicity was like dreaming. If we don’t pick up a dream
message on its first run at us, we will have the dream again, and again
until we do. I had an insight that synchronicity must be subjected to
the same interpretive process. I really thought I must have missed a
few signals before this incident with the fortune cookie to push the
universe to resort to such an extreme measure.
Upon returning home to Canada I watched the news like a freak expecting
something disastrous to happen in San Francisco and indeed there was a
destructive earthquake in October of that year that would have impacted
Most importantly however, I met my husband just a short month after my
return which I felt was the true reason for a need for me to return to
Canada right at that time. He was on his way out of town and would only
have been around for another month before meeting me. Time was of the
essence the universe (or whoever!) felt – get this girl back to Canada
David Wilcock in his Fascinating Book Titled,
The Synchronicity Key
posits that synchronicity is a
sacred process to remind us that we are all connected, that we are all
ONE. It’s a signal that wakes us up to this sacred reality of unity and
connectedness. I know it has rattled me awake many times in my life and
I am always thankful when it happens. It’s exciting, regenerating and
warming to our hearts and minds. There is a sense of order in the
universe. Everything is connected. We are not alone.New Articles Posted in March