"With flow, perfect
timing smoothes the way
in long-term and everyday logistics."
The Power of Flow, page 8
I had just arrived
in Berkeley. I had an
appointment with the dean of a college a few towns west of there. I was
staying at the Best Western Hotel. I was all ready to go to the
appointment. For no reason I could think of, I started to cry ó I mean
really cry. Sobbing. I'm asking myself "What is this about?" All of a
sudden the building was swaying. I thought, my, I've heard of these
California tremors. Then the building is shaking, violently. I'm thinking,
hmm could this be an earthquake? Yes, it was and the eerie thing is, if I
hadn't stopped and cried I would have been on that bridge when it
collapsed in the Earthquake of '89.
It was nearly three years ago,
on the week of my birthday.
I was turning 18. I was feeling very depressed at the time, and also
happened to own a broken-down and utterly useless car. I sat down for a
moment, and for no other reason than my anger for that stupid car, and the
frustration I felt in myself for everything that was going wrong in my
young life, I sketched a picture on a piece of notebook paper which showed
the car tumbling upside down as though I had pushed it off a bridge or
cliff. But I managed to make it through that afternoon.
Saturday, a few days later, several of my friends came over to my house to
celebrate my birthday. With nothing else to do, we decided to head up to
Lake Arrowhead, a small resort in our local mountains. It is about twenty
minutes from here. Because there were five of us, and we did not want to
all pile up in one car, we decided to take two cars, and agreed to meet at
a Mc Donald's by the lake. It was a chilly October night, but the weather
was otherwise good. We made it up to Lake Arrowhead without incident.
After about a half hour of roaming the little village, we got bored, and
decided to head back down to the valley. It was already about 8 pm. We
were about halfway down the mountain when something happened.
sitting in the back seat of one of the cars. My friends in front suddenly
began shouting... "That's a car, that's a car!" I looked in the direction
they were pointing, and saw a pair of small lights flipping end over end
down the hill side above us. A few undeterminable seconds later, I looked
back ahead on the highway, and saw that my other friends were in serious
trouble. Sparks and what appeared to be smoke sprayed at us from their
tail. They pulled to the side of the road, and we pulled over behind them.
After waiting in the freezing and inky dark night on that lonely mountain
highway with out hazard lights flashing for twenty minutes, someone finally
saw us and called the police. Meanwhile, we surveyed the damage to my
friend's car, and discovered that everything in the undercarriage had been
reduced to a twisted, smashed mess, including the transmission. A couple
of large boulders laying in the highway were evidence of what had
An even more frightening fact became know, when we
looked up on the hillside, and saw a convertible Mustang lying
precariously on a ledge some distance above us. The fallen car had
obviously taken a few boulders down with it, which is what had struck my
friend's car, nearly demolishing it. Strangely, after the police managed
to see the car, they discovered no one was inside! The explanation given
was that it had been stolen, and once all valuable items had been removed
by the theives, they simply pushed it off the side of a road above. To
this day, I do not know if I accept that explanation, but I don't have
anything else to go on.
The real issue to think about is all the
disturbing coincidences and matters of timing that happened that night.
Had there been but a few seconds difference, it is likely that those
boulders could have gone through my friend's windshield, killing the poor
soul. If circumstances had been different, perhaps it is even possible
that the car could have continued to fall -- right on top of us, instead
of landing on that ledge. In any case, thankfully no one was hurt. Of
course, the real interesting thing to note is the disturbing and
undeniable coincidence between the flipped over car I had drawn in my
little sketch at school, and the very improbable event of a car tumbling
down the hillside only a few days later!!
Chris T., San Bernardino, California
Earlier this year I bought an audio cassette
David Byrne. While starting my car I popped it in and let it play while I
read the lyrics. As I began to back out of my parking space, this line
from the song played, "He's in reverse..." I thought it was strange this
happened as I backed out of the parking space. Then I began to notice it
happened again. About 3 more times in the coming weeks, that particular
line played as my car was in reverse. On the same cassette was a song with
a great sound but I didnít get the meaning to it. One day I emailed a
synchronicity website with this tale. As it happens, the person who read
my mail told me that as he read it, on his juke box CD player, the song
that I didnít understand the meaning to played in random mode.
Synchronicity had always kept my interest, but now even more so. Though
I'm still not exactly sure what kind of a sign that was, or if it was
meaningless, I am still in awe that it took place.!
I was in the process of getting a website
built for my new business and having problems with the
designer. We had not worked together before and it appeared that we were
not communicating well. It got to the point where I was going to fire
her, but my wife suggested that I think about it and not be too rash in my
decision. I did this and sent the web designer another email to see if we
could get to some common ground on the issue under discussion.
day, I had to get up early in order to take an extensive medical
exam, which required that I be sedated. It was cold that morning, so
before leaving for the doctor's office, from which I needed to be driven
home, I checked the local weather on the Internet.
While the computer was on, something told me to check my emails. The
emails contained two from my web designer. I was not very pleased with
what she had to say and was complaining to my wife during the trip to the
doctor's office. I told her that I had decided to lose, if necessary,
whatever money I had already spent on the preliminary website work, cut my
loses and find a new web designer.
At the doctor's office, as the prep nurse was hooking me up to the
machine that would monitor my pulse and blood pressure, I commented that
my blood pressure, which is normally low, would likely be a bit elevated
due to the fact that I read my emails that morning before coming in.
Instead of just nodding and moving on, she asked me whether it was a
personal or business email that got me upset, so I briefly told her my
website story. I turned out, that she had a friend living in our area who
designed websites, the person I had been using was three time zones away.
She described her friendís background, talents and circumstances and it
sounded like a perfect match. Had I not turned on my PC to check the
weather and then checked my emails, I would still be bothered by my
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