"A cluster involves a series of linked synchronicities.
It can have multiple levels of meaning that coalesce
over time around a particular theme."
The Power of Flow, p. 25
I was producing a documentary on
reincarnation, and trying to set up a psychic reading
for a subject, Jeff Keene, who believed he was Confederate Gen. John B.
Gordon in a previous life. I got three contacts from the Edgar Cayce
Foundation, including Delphi University, and tried to set up a reading
through that organization. Several times I talked casually to a young man,
Steve Smith, who answered the phone, about his interest in electronic
music, when finally I happened to tell him the reason for my call. When I
told him about Jeff and Gen. Gordon, he replied, "Gordon was my
During a trip to the Antietam battlefield, where Jeff had had his
flashback experience, Jeff and I were casually talking in front of the
hotel where his tour group of civil war enthusiasts were staying. I
happened to mention, in a normal conversational tone, an ancestor of mine,
Fidello Biddle, who had fought during the Civil War there, and I noticed
an older man and a younger one stop in their tracks and start staring at
me. They came over and said, "Did you say, Fidello Biddle?" Turns out he
was our common ancestor, and they were my mother's 1st-cousin once removed
and his son.
During this same trip, I was inside the museum getting some footage of
a sword handle, when I heard a boy call out emphatically from about 15
feet behind me, "I know that man!" He came running up alongside me, and
looking at a picture of Capt. John A Tompkins, he repeated, "I know that
man!" I asked him, "Who is he?" And he replied, "That's John."" Having
recently interviewed an expert on children remembering their past lives, I
tried to ask him a non-leading question, "What did he do?" The boy
replied, "He killed all the bad guys!" His mother said he was five years
old and had just started to read, but probably would not have been able to
read the inscription on the photograph (especially not from at least 15
feet away); his father simply shook his head and muttered, "He couldn't
have read that." What was synchronous about this to me, however, is that I
was specifically studying and interested in this phenomenon at the
Steve Sakellarios, Atlanta, GA
I had a dream about a huge kitten coming out of my father's room
and the kitten stared for moment and disappeared. This was a couple of weeks after my father's death. I started to search the animal shelters for a cat like the one in the dream. I couldn't find the one in my dream. After that, six years ago, a stray orange tabby showed up on my doorstep late at night. I recognized him immediately from the dream. What was strange was that earlier I had been to the shelter to adopt a kitten I saw but he wasn't available anymore.
My beloved Nemo died May 26, 20l0. He was hit by a car. I was completely devastated and heartbroken. I didn't stop crying the first week. Then I had second dream about Nemo. In my dream, I went outside my house because I heard a cat meowing and it was Nemo. I started shouting, "It's a miracle, my Nemo is back!" and I gave him a million hugs and kisses. Then I woke up. I felt that I really did hold him one last time.
I knew I wanted save another cat in Nemo's memory. I wasn't ready but it gave me comfort to look at the shelter cats knowing one life would be saved. There were hundreds of orange tabbies. For about ten days I kept getting attracted to one cat. The shelter rescue volunteers replaced his number with the name Samson. I had a German Shepherd named Samson that saved my life thirty years ago. I raced to the shelter and adopted Samson. I believe it was a wink from God. He looks so much more like Nemo than his picture suggested. Samson is like a Nemo clone physically and personality wise. It's uncanny.
Two weeks later, my husband gets a computer generated activation code on the TV screen. It read 166nemo. The Nemo name was a shock but the bigger shock is 166 is the street number where Nemo died. The odds of that happening must be infinite. Second wink, I know Nemo is safe in God's hands.
Last week, I saw a book about dreams and opened it randomly. The page was a story about a woman and her pet kitty that died.
I miss Nemo so very, very much but it has given me relief to know he is close with me even if I can't see him.
I love this stuff, even though I must admit
it is at times a little unnerving.
The week started out with my boyfriend and I going to visit his mother. He
was looking for a shirt to put on when from way back in the closet he
pulled out this dress shirt with a scene on it from the movie Easy Rider.
He had not worn this shirt in a very long time but yet was drawn to it
this day. I suggested he wear a cotton shirt instead as it was very warm
that day, and he would be more comfortable. He agreed and put the
motorcycle shirt back. Monday he went to work and found out his boss had
crashed on his Harley and died instantly. Maybe the universe was trying
to tell him to slow down and be more of an Easy Rider? Tuesday I was
talking to my dad and the conversation turned to hit-and-runs, how drivers
crash into things and then flee the scene -- the last thing we talked
about before we hung up. Two hours later my son’s friend came to the door
and ask if my son was in a accident, because his car was totaled and stuck
out in the middle of the road. Nobody had seen anything and the driver was
long gone. Thank God my son was not in his car. The next day I was buying
lunch and it came to $4 and some change. I remembered I still had six
singles from the week before. I handed her the five ones and noticed the
remaining dollar had writing on it -- it had “1993 green Honda Civic”
written on it in black ink.....the description of my son’s car exactly!
Was that a clue as to what to watch for with my son’s car a week before it
happened? But I couldn’t have as I noticed the writing after the fact. If
you want to get rich quick, count your blessings. Blessed Be.
C.A.R at email@example.com
I have so many stories for
you, especially related to my work as a puppeteer; there are just too many
to tell. But here's one: A year ago, I was visiting a woman I got to know
through my puppet show. We met when I was performing at Mohonk Mountain
House, and she
had invited me to visit her and her family in Leonia, New Jersey. Just before
leaving, she mentioned that her husband was involved with a book on
synchronicity. That intrigued me, because to me, synchronicity seems to be
a way of life. Also, in the same conversation, we discovered that we both
knew the visionary artist, Alex Gray. I had performed at his house in New
York City. We enjoyed all these newfound connections, and I drove home,
without stopping, straight up the Palisades and 87,and stopped at a gas
station to fill up. Alex Gray, whom I had not seen in at least a year, was
pumping gas at the pump next to mine. I was thinking about that day as I
read your book, and was wondering how my friend's synchronicity book was
coming, and when I'd be able to read it, when farther down the page I
read: "Suzanne and Earl Davis were playing poker...." Suzanne and Earl are
my friends in Leonia. How's that?
Grian MacGregor, Woodstock, NY
Mine is one of the most massive
clusters of synchronicities of all, I am sure, but I will try
and keep it brief. I worked for the past 10 years in jobs I took because I
believed they were what my father would want for me. I wanted to play the
role of responsible young adult to make him proud but was not true to my
own needs. I convinced myself that more money would make me happier. And a
desk job was the measure of success, as defined by my father. Desk jobs,
technology jobs, software development etc. For 10 years, I jumped from
opportunity to opportunity thinking that each would make me happier than
the last. I was always miserable sitting in a cubical though. Bureaucracy
depressed me. Suits made me feel confined and defeated. Originally, I got
into computers because of my fascination with video games and it was my
dream to be a video game programmer. However, without a university degree,
a job in that industry was impossible to get so I continued to build a
career as a 'business programmer' in IT and was absolutely miserable doing
One day I came home to visit my parents when my
mother showed me an 'interesting' article she'd cut out of the local
small-town paper for me about a man my age who opened a new video game
studio right there in my home town. The first one ever in my geographic
region and completely unlikely as the only other industry in the town was
fishing. Part of me was excited at the idea and a part of me was
resentful. My heart sunk as I dreamed of being in that man's shoes. How
had he managed to fulfill MY dream? And in MY home town!? I flew back home
to the city more convinced than ever that I was doomed to continue my life
in the IT industry. My cousin, who lived in the same city as me at the
time, but with two children and a wife with whom I was very close, was
laid off shortly thereafter. He had been a victim of the economy and in
spite of being qualified was completely unable to find work. As I did my
best to help his family through their hard times, I was also laid off from
my job when the IT bubble burst in 2001. Unlike him, however, I had been
given a ridiculously generous severance package which allowed me to
remain optimistic about finding work for myself. "Besides," I said, "I was
thinking about taking a new direction anyway. I am miserable."
My cousin was envious, he was trying to figure out a
way to get his entire family back to the East Coast where they would have
the support of their family and more resources from which to draw. Yet
without employment, there was no money to move.
In a seemingly miraculous coincidence, I received a
phone call from a company on the East Coast who'd seen my resume and
wanted to do a phone interview for an urgent position. I didn't much like
the sound of the job but could not deny the fortuitous coincidence (at
least in terms of my cousin who'd been trying to get back East). I
wondered if there may be some way to get into the company and find a place
for my cousin as well. I accepted the position. The following day the
company called me back and said that due to my experience with my previous
employer and my value, they would agree to pay any and all moving expenses
- all I had to do was provide them with receipts. When I called U-Haul to
arrange a truck for my one bedroom apartment, the only thing they had
available on the date of my move was their largest truck. I agreed to rent
it and immediately called my cousin to invite his family to pile all their
stuff on my truck. I was able to move ALL of us back East at the expense
of the company I would be working for.
When I arrived back here, my mother once again
commented on yet another article in the paper about the success of the
video game company. Thinking nothing of it I proceeded to become more and
more miserable in yet another IT job that was unchallenging, unrewarding,
and as I once described it "soul-sucking". Once again however, my
stability in the job became questionable so on a complete whim I decided
to write a letter to the owner of the video game studio in my home town. I
explained completely honestly and with sincerity that he held the key to
my dream and if he could find it in his heart to give me a chance, I would
be greatful. It was a long-shot and I never heard back from him.
As my job continued to get worse, I wondered if
coming back East was the right decision. I began to second guest and
decided to fly back to the city to make a final decision on where my life
was going to go. I flew back to the city I'd been laid off in to visit
some friends and inquire about some possible opportunities but the weekend
I arrived there, I got an email from back East - from the owner of the
video game studio himself, inviting me for an interview!!
I flew back home immediately and made arrangements
for the interview at his convenience and decided I didn't care what the
consequences were to my current employer. 'Whatever is good for you!" I
said. I was a little worried about how to explain my extra vacation day to
my current employer. But in an amazingly serendipitous over-site, I had
booked the interview on the same day I had apparently already booked off
for a minor dentist appointment (which I had totally forgotten about). The
interview was to take place approximately three hours after my dentist
appointment giving me just enough time to get lunch and drive all the way
back to my home town.
When I arrived for the interview I was dumbfounded to
find that the studio was opened in the very same building which used to be
my father's department store in my home town. What's more, is that the
interview took place in what used to be my father's office. When I told
the owner this, I think the coincidence struck us both. My parents were as
excited as I was and we all decided it must be some sort of omen.
The interview, however, didn't go so well. I lacked
the experience and knowledge required specifically in that industry.
However, I didn't lose hope. I told everyone that after all I'd been
through and all that had seemed to come together to get me here, this
could not be the end of it. It was just too many coincidences to suddenly
It wasn't - I got the job. I was hired as a video
game programmer because the owner of the studio (as he confided in me
later) said he valued sincerity, passion, and loyalty over experience and
my honest letter had moved him to pick me over many other more qualified
Shortly after that I met a girl who would go on to be
a very important relationship in my life. For a time I was overcome with
happiness and for the first time ever I looked forward to going to work
every day and still do. That was not the end of it. Though those were the
major events there were strings of many other coincidences that happened
around the logistics of severing ties with the old company and starting
work with the new one back in my home town. More and more it seemed as
though the universe had completely aligned itself with me to get me into
the position I was now in.
It didn't last forever. Now I believe I may be 'off
track' again but it certainly was an amazing time in my life.
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