Synchronicity - Share your favorite stories!

[Kevin]

WOW!

It is constantly amazing how our subconscious is connected to the collective and how it bleeds through to our conscious mind.

Even more exciting is that we can enhance both connections!

Charles F. Haanel is one of the Granddaddies of Manifestation - even
before Napoleon Hill wrote Think & Grow Rich. Hill even gives Haanel credit
for inspiring him!

A few weeks ago, I found a handwritten letter from Charles F. Haanel to
one of my great grandfathers - about 10 minutes after discussing law of
attraction and manifestation with my mother. I was compelled to pull out
some of her old papers from her family and help her organize them. Little
did I know I'd run across that after discussing the topic he is most known
for!!!

I'll share that story in my new book.

If you want to know more about Haanel - there is no better way than
getting a free copy of his Master Key System here: Master Key System

[Aaron]

synchronicity

Pretty amazing!

Haanel had different addresses that he operated businesses from back in
the early 1900's. The address on this letter head also happens to be one of
the exact same addresses he used for offering The Master Key System!

Never ceases to amaze me no matter how many times these synchronicites
keep perpetually happening! Like TRV, every time is as exciting as the first!

[HiggsBoson]

Hi everyone.
I've had a few experiences with synchronicity, nothing as dramatic as some of you but anyway here goes.
My wife and I wanted a pressure cooker and it was $150, being a bit of a tight arse I said I'm not paying that much, we'll wait a few weeks and they'll have it on special for 50 bucks off.
Last week it was on special for $99
We wanted a car big enough to fit all the kids in as we'd just had a baby, but we couldn't afford it. I dug out my old radionics box and my wife tuned it to a picture of the car we wanted.
5 weeks later we found the exact model car for 3 grand under market value, so needless to say we bought it.

[Gary]

Agreed Kevin,

I also find it amazing how its a growing cycle and once you start recognizing the synchronicity in your life at work, events just begin to snowball.

These days its rare for me to get through a full day without experiencing 3 or 4 events.

I think people in general are in the mode of ignoring them. It is amazing how many people can know beyond a shadow of a doubt that something completely odd occured in their life by way of a "coincidence", and then move on with a shrug like it never happened.

WOW!

It is constantly amazing how our subconscious is connected to the collective and how it bleeds through to our conscious mind.

[noises]

I'd like to share this story, sorry it's such a wall of text. read on if you're interested.

I've had a disability my whole life, one that gets worse from year to year. I was told, when I was 8, I'd be in a wheel chair four years later, that was 30 years ago now and I'm still walking without even a cane. That fact is only important as I'd like you all to understand why I believe I'm not considered attractive by the ladies, if you know what I mean. It just so happens for my entire adult life, I've been an involuntary celibate, starved of physical contact and intimate relationships, not through my own choice, and not for lack of trying to build relationships that might move up to the next level of intimacy.

For whatever reason, poor self image or prejudice I'm subjected to by potential partners, I've pretty much always been alone and nothing I have ever tried has ever changed that. It's always been a big issue for me, this sense of "not being good enough to be loved."

I love my friends, but even that can cause problems, like in 2008 when a single girl I was friends with decided I'd fallen in love with her and the best thing she could do to deal with it would be to shun me, and we haven't spoken since. I gave up trying to reconcile the misunderstanding after a month or two, clearly she'd found a solution tha worked for her.

But that rejection, and the needless end of yet another valued friendship took a massive emotional toll. I sunk into one of the worst depressive episodes of my life, My IQ slipped to beneath 120, ( I use an IQ test to measure my mental aptitude as a marker of overall mental health, normal is range is 127-129, a drop of 8 points is huge for me.)

For the worst days of that episode, I didn't eat, sleep, smile or speak for 5 days. I wept constantly, tears I couldn't stop but no sobbing. I hit rock bottom completely alone, since she'd also taken sabotaged all our mutual friendships and played the victim, making the people I count on for emotional support not interested in talking to me on the say so of someone who was hating me and who'd already hurt me a great deal. That's her cross to bare.

Anyway, I was laying there crying quietly on my own, and I prayed. I never do. But I begged, pleaded, please, send me an angel. I'm wounded, I'm hurting, I don't even want to live any more, but I can't die without knowing what love feels like. Please, show me mercy, let an angel cross my path.

Nothing happened. No knock on the door, no ring of the phone. Nothing for days. An opportunity to earn some money doing a courier run came up, and to help cover the costs, I advertised for a rideshare partner to share an intercity lift with me, packed up the van and set out on a 1,800km drive with a dutch backpacker riding shotgun, since there's always someone looking for a cheap way to get down south. Nice guy, good drive, I was a little quiet but I was depressed so it wasn't a very chatty drive, just 18 hours of country highway. I arrived in Brisbane, picked up the goods and booked into a motel.

After I checked in, I got online and advertised for a rideshare for the return drive. Minutes later, my phone rang with a response. I said "that was quick, I only placed the ad a few minutes ago." and he said "I noticed that, but that kind of thing happens to me all the time." That's funny, because I say the same thing to people when I have amazing synchronicity and they think it's just luck. WOW, talk about getting results, the dutch guy took two days to reply. I went back down to the office and said "you won't believe this, but I have just recieved a phonecall a few minutes ago and I don't need the room, I'd like to check out." I was expecting a cancellation fee or something, but the lady on the desk simply cancelled the transaction and said it was on the house. (Yes, I've been back and stayed there since.) I thanked her, went out to the car, dialed the address into the GPS and went to pick up my passenger.

This guy was an aussie like my, around my age (mid 30s) and as soon as he got in the car, we started talking. Movies, books, edge science, the paranormal, you name it, we covered it. Manifestation was something we both practiced in our daily lives. we had a lot in common and got along very well. He'd even used alternative treatments and cured himself of a skin cancer growing in his chest. My kinda conversation.

Anyway, 1,200km into the drive, he said he had a friend in a town that was an hour or so off the highway he really wanted to visit, would he mind if we detoured out of our way and waited two hours or so, for morning, when she'd be getting up for work, so he could see her for a coffee and to say hello. My logical mind just wanted to get the trip finished, I don't do detours on transportation runs, because I'm on the client's clock and I feel it's a bit dishonest if it's not tied to the job. I just decided to be a good guy, let my passenger make the most of this chance to see a friend, and just log the detour and take it off the total distance and explain the situation to the client when I presented the account.

So we were parked on this deserted street in a small town in outback queensland, a string of seemingly random chances leading me to be there, and no way to have predicted I'd have been there, even two hours before. It even went against the way I normally do my business, I was there, during a job, against professional courtesy. I was thinking about that, leaning against the van and playing my guitar while we waited, when I suddenly flashed back vividly to myself crying and praying for an angel a few weeks earlier. I remember saying to myself remember this next time you're down, mate. You fall down, you get back up, life's not so bad today.

A white sedan pulled in behind us as I was thinking that. My passenger jumped out, and ran over to the driver's side and hugged the driver. She got out and we were all introduced. nice girl, LOVED her big beautiful dog, (and he loved me, naaawwww,) and the coffee wasn't too offensive for my particular tastes. And that was that, off we went to finish our roadtrip. Since I liked the guy so much, and because it was late when we got back eventually, I let him crash at my house for the night and offered to drive him up to the farm he was going to do a 1 month permaculture consultation, at a regulated hemp farm about 100km away. That was interesting, and I also picked up a new income stream while I was there, transporting hemp meal to markets in the southern cities, so even our parting had good synchronicity. Such a win of a roadtrip!

Anyhoo, one month later, at the end of his contract, the guy called me and said he was staying with some friends of his in town, and would I like to catch up with him before he left to go back down south? Monday night, no work booked for tuesday, getting over the depression quite well by then, why not, a night out would be fun.

We got FAR too drunk, happy, rolling in the aisles, laughing at stupid things and not hurting anyone drunk, of course. I don't normally drink, so it had a big effect on me. Some time around 3am we left the bar and went back to my place, with two of my friends who'd we'd met while we were out.

The guy was sitting watching a movie with us, then he got up, left the room. To go upstairs at my place, you walk past the front door, and you can't see the front door from where we were sitting. So I thought that he was tired and had gone upstairs to crash in the spare room. he hadn't.

next morning, with movies still playing, I woke up on the couch. In the movie, a phone rang, with the nokia ring tone. A few minutes later and it was ringing again, but it wasn't corresponding with the movie, there was no phones in the shot. I realised there was a phone somewhere in the lounge that was ringing. I answered, "hello?"
"Gav!"
"no, this phone is sitting in my lounge, gav's upstairs."
"no, he isn't"
"what?"
"I'm anna, a friend of gav's, and he's just called his friends in brisbane saying he's lost in cairns."
"what? no, he's upstairs, sleeping, I'll go wake him."

I go upstairs, and no gav.

so we keep talking, it seems the guy rang his friends in brisbane because it was the only number he could remember, and asked them to call his friends in cairns to come and find him. that friend in cairns then called his phone, which he'd left at my house, along with his personal effects. In his drunk state, he'd imagined tha tthe war movie we were watching was a plot to entice him to join the army, and convinced himself he needed to get away. He got up, walked out, and when I thought he'd gone upstairs, he'd left my house. that was 6 hours before this call came to me.

So I got what information I could, which wasn't anywhere near enough "he'd said "I'm in a park, near some hills, there's a creek here." But cairns has hundreds of parks, dozens of waterways and is surrounded by hills on three sides. He could have been anywhere. I said "we should meet up, and then go to look for him."

As I was driving to the place we'd agreed to meet, I had a flash of inspiration. The guy was at the botanical gardens, across the road from the front gate. I could see him sitting there clearly. I never doubt these intuitions, these pictures in my head, so I went to the gardens, picked him up from across the road from the main gate and together we went to meet his friend.

[noises]

part two

Well. It was the same girl from the detour a month before. She was traveling, working her way up the coast on a sabatical from her life down south. Together the three of us all went back to my house to work out what had happened, and to settle gav back down a bit before his flight the next day.

While we were whiling away the morning, talking and watching a great movie called ambition to meaning, we got peckish and I didn't have much food, so anna and I left Gav on the lounge at my house and went across the road to the store to buy some fruit to munch on. It wasn't very busy, a tuesday morning at a shopping mall, so we weren't in line long. But while we stood there in line, I "noticed" the woman standing beside me, this lady who'd turned up in my life twice in the space of a month. It was strange, I didn't feel lust, or sexual attraction, or any burning desire or overwhelming romantic love. I just felt this immediately apparent sense of rightness with this picture, of the two of us standing in a checkout line together, doing such a simple thing as a bit of food shopping. It was intense, and it was like nothing I've felt before or since.

I must have buzzed out a burst of good vibes, because she turned back over her shoulder and smiled a gorgeously pretty smile and said "this is all very domestic bliss, isn't it?" I laughed and smiled back, we moved ahead in the line, that was that.

We watched another movie, made a fruit salad and said goodbye. gav went with Anna to stay one last night with the friends she was staying with... and after they'd gone, I noticed, she's left her shoes here. For some reason, this arroused me, and I had this question buzzing in my head, what if she left them on purpose, so she'd have a reason to come back? I dismissed the idea once I thought it, but I did think it.

Anyway, a few days later, gav's gone, anna sends a text message to me. "remember me? your shopping buddy! in town for the day, come and have a cup of chai with me?" date set for that afternoon. I forgot to bring her shoes. We chatted about the synchronicity of our meeting, running back through all the things that happened that wouldn't normally happen tha led to us meeting. She was also very interested in hearing more about how I "knew" where gav was. Four cups of chai later, we said goodbye.

two days later, at about 8pm, another text. "did I leave a pair of shoes at your house?" I hadn't forgotten. They say by the door, teasing me, daring me to hope someone had "sent me a little message" that they liked me. I mean, girls don't leave stuff at a guys place if they don't plan on coming back, was she telling me something more though? ME? Mr physical disability poster child? couldn't be, I'm dreaming.

With my mind flying at a billion miles an hour, wondering against all good sense if this was some kind of courtship playing out, i replied, "yes, they're at home, so am I, just let me know when you're coming to get them." twenty minutes later, no text back, her and her gorgoeus dog were at my door. We talked and listened to music and I showed her the studio and some binaurals, we ended up in the studio, where I also have a bed so I can live in my studio for days at a time, and a couch so I can seat people who come for production lessons, watching more movies, her stretched out on the couch, me reclining on my side on the bed. the hours flew by, and suddenly I caught myself yawning. Anna looked over, got up off the couch and walked to the bed, stepping over me to lay down behind me without a word. she put her arms around me and laid her head against my shoulder and said "can I sleep here?" I smiled, turned to her and said "you know, I wondered if you leaving your shoes here was an accident, or if you meant to send a signal, I guess now I know." and I kissed her. She kissed me back, gently and sweetly, it was the only time I've kissed anyone who kisses exactly like I do. That night, we became lovers.

Our affair was, in a word, beautiful. We're both gentle, kind people, we're both very bright, we're both a little messed up with our respective pasts, and we both have self esteem issues, so we both were instinctively gentle and loving with each other. We spent five days at my house "honeymooning" and then took the van camping, drove it right down so we were right on the bank of a river, three steps from the water. We made love, swam, kissed, hugged, talked to each other, listened to music together and shared our songs, shared the beauty of the environment (I live in a tropical paradise, I'm so blessed,) and even, you don't need to believe this, called a breeze down the river to cool us. We spoke of how we'd manifested each other, I told her of my prayers, of my plea for an angel, and that I believed it was her, and that I thanked her for coming just as I thanked the universe for providing her. It was looking like we'd each found a soul mate.

My self esteem, self confidence and entire outlook on life changed rapidly. I've never been a manic depressive, but I felt so content, so removed from negativity and self doubt that I wondered if perhaps this was how the mania part felt. Turns out it's just how it feels to be truly happy. Of all the gifts we gave each other, allowing me to know that feeling remains her greatest gift to me.

We'd met no resistence in our time togther. Nothing went wrong. Everything was perfect, except for one small detail. She had her boys and their father waiting for her at home. They'd been separated for ten years, since the twins were born, but she had to be near him to allow them both fair access to the boys.

From a conversation shortly after our first bout of lovemaking, she'd made it clear that she didn't see us having a long term relationship. This was, for her, a holiday romance, and she didn't want me to hold on when it came time to let go. Well, we've said goodbye three times since then, most recently after she invited me to stay with her for a week, meet her kids and her family, 3,400km away. We called that MY holiday romance. Oh I love that lady to pieces, and the most incredible part of the story I saved for last.

Anna's journey was a mission of self discovery and self expression. As a sexually repressed mother of three, depressed with her station in life and under the influence of some negative people and situations that persisited in her life, she made the uncommonly reckless, brave and beautifully self-assertive choice to leave her growing family in the care of her mother and their father for six months, to travel and to reconnect with herself and rediscover what was important to her in her life. To that end, as an artist, she'd been sketching a lot on the road. One sketch was of an angel, standing naked with his back to the viewer, in front of a flat surface, with a rectangle in front of him, partly obscured by his wings. another was of what she called "her fairytale." which showed her in the arms of a lover on the bank of a river, her dog standing behind her. The first sketch, she calls "my angel of confirmation" and describes as "a sketch I drew so i would recognise my angel when I found him." the second as "My fairytale." which she describes as "a dream image, an expression of the love I want to find." Both these sketches are dated from before we ever met. Both are of me, the resemblence is unmistakable. Even the way the angel stands, leaning to one side with his hands on the desk, is how I can't help but stand. Anna snapped a photo of me when I got up to change songs once, with the desk I'm leaning on and the wall mounted monitor in the studio, and me in the same posture as her sketch. Her fairytale? Well, I took this photo, using the timer on her camera. The dog was swimming in the river when I set up the photo. I rushed over to anna, we embraced and kissed, and her dog came out of the water to stand in exactly the right place to make the photo look like the sketch of her fairytale was taken FROM the photo, which was taken over two months later in fact. And one last thing, in all of this, look at the photo, and look at how the dog "just so happened" to be staring into the camera when the shutter, on an silent automatic timer, was closing to take the image. Sri Ram Dancajji doing his old soul thing!



Syncronicity is evidence of manifestation at work. It's the sign that your outer world is falling into line with your inner vision. It's a massive pat on the back from the universe, and it comes in the most unexpected, unusual ways (which I guess is kind of why it's so special.) It can also be a lifeline back from heartache and dispair, you just need to trust in it.

namaste

[noises]

still feeling that kiss. And I hope nobody missed the subtle "wow" in all this. The angel I prayed for drew me as her angel before we even met, right around the time I was praying for her. Some things are just far too amazing to be mistaken for coincidence.

[Gary]

Incredible story Noises. and that photo looks like something out of a dream.

It would be great to see the sketch that matches that photo.

[noises]

thanks I did some digital post work on the photo to give it that dreamlike quality, used a tool to add light. I like it too!

The sketch of her fairytale, anna kept. (it's in a double frame at her place with the photo, such a striking presentation and with such a great story behind it too. But she gave me "my angel of confirmation" as a parting gift the first time we parted company after being close. Framed and hung it in the studio to remind myself next time I want to go praying for an angel, there's people out there who think I'm one. Love it! I'll snap a picture now with the webcam and post it, sorry about the image quality, I'm not exactly set up for photography these days

[Pamela]

WOW, Noises!

That HAS to rank as one of my very favorite synchronicity stories ever! It gave me delicious chills and I am so very grateful you posted it! Also...I LOVE the drawing! You have rocked my world with your beautiful story and artwork! Thank You!

With Much Love, Gratitude and Blessings,

Pamela

[serenac]

WOWOWOWOWOW!! Talk about synchronicity, well I haven’t been having a few synchronicities, I’ve been having a wild SYNCHRONICITY DAY!

Okay so it’s also true that these past few days the synchronicities have been starting to pile on really thick and fast and I’ve been enjoying more and more of them. But today takes the cake. (At least in my experience so far hehe! I’m sure for those of you experienced *synchronizers* this would probably have been just an ordinary everyday day.)

Anyways I’ve been really agonizing these past few days over what to do, welfare’s ending and I’ve literally sent out about 1000 CV’s and I haven’t even received one single interview!

I also had some ideas to work on my own out of my home, but I haven’t gotten started on it yet because of the usual doubts: And what if I don’t make it? And what if I don’t earn enough money to live on? (I’m a single mom with no other source of income. ) And what if no one is interested in what I have to offer and therefore I don’t get any clients? Etc. etc.

However everything was testing out strong for this last option (I mean to stop looking for a job which will probably never materialize anyways) and work on my own out of my home. I do admit it has many advantages: I get to choose my own hours, I don’t have to worry if I have to stay at home a lot because my son is always sick, I’d earn more money per hour than if I were working for someone else, I wouldn’t have to be accountable to anyone else except me, etc. But I just couldn’t make up my mind, because of the aforementioned doubts that I had.

So I guess the universe has taken charge of totally BASHING me over the head with the message! If I don’t get it this way I think I’d be a lost cause!

Anyways so today some people at my secretarial course asked me to go with them to some place. I had no idea what it was but since they were all going I went too. Turned out it was a conference on how to start up your own business for people who are considering doing it but haven’t quite taken the final step yet, or who want to do it but don’t know how to get started, or who have doubts as to whether any business has any possibility of thriving in today’s southern Europe economic climate (so different from the economic climate of northern Europe or the US where things apparently are absolutely flying already).

The speakers were several young local entrepreneurs (well I say young, they’re actually around my age which I consider old but I mean, they’re not experienced business folks with decades of success behind them à la Napoleon Hill either! ) who in these troubled times had businesses which they had started in very recent years and whose businesses were thriving! That in itself is already a GIGANTIC miracle in depression-era southern Spain today!

Their messages were so inspiring and uplifting! Well I won’t reproduce here what they actually said but I’ll post that on a separate thread, which you can go to here: http://www.energeticforum.com/person...s-like-me.html

Point is if that isn’t a pure synchronicity day in action then I think I’d have to say I don’t understand the term synchronicity yet!

Wheeeeeeeee!

Oh by the way I did so absolutely LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE your story Noises!!! It's totally the most BEAUTIFUL story of love I've read in a long, long time!

[ImBill]

I'm not sure how to classify this incident. It could be interpreted in many ways, but there did seem to be some synchronicity involved. It happened about 23-24 years ago. At the time, my wife was working in a store that sold blown glass and crystals called Crystal Visions. She had already brought home a few crystals but I knew little about them except that they were beautiful for a rock. It was my birthday. My wife called me from work and said that she wanted to give me a crystal for my birthday. She asked me to stop by the shop on my way to work and look at two of them she had picked out. I was commuting mostly by bicycle in those days, so I took the back way in and stopped by the shop. My wife came out of the store and showed me two crystals. They were both $40 and beautiful. I told her that I would be happy with either one and rode on to work.

My wife took the two crystals and put them back in the display case inside the store. The store had a large workshop behind the display area. My wife said she was in the back and upon bringing something into the display area, she discovered a man in the shop. No one had heard him come in nor were they aware of his presence. My wife asked if she could help him and he said no, that he was just looking around. A short time later, a lady came into the store. While my wife was waiting on her, she asked to see one of the crystals that my wife had shown to me earlier. She took it out of the display and handed it to the woman. At that point, the man who was still lingering in the store came over to them and took the crystal away from the lady who was shopping. He said, "This crystal is not for you. It is for this lady (indicating my wife) to give to her husband." He then proceeded to talk to them both about crystals in general, how they are used for healing, a nearby place that used crystals to heal cancer in children, and how the crystal that my wife was to give me would help our relationship & that I should carry it in my pocket. He helped the lady pick out a nice rose quartz crystal for herself. Afterwards, he backed off and let the ladies continue their business. My wife said that a short time later, they noticed that he was no longer in the store. No one had heard him leave. It was a beautiful, sunny day, the store was relatively dark, and opening the door would have been something that most people would have noticed, even if very focused on what they were doing.

It turned out that the gentleman was a Native American that worked at a nearby (a couple of hours away) healing center. I have carried the crystal with me ever since. Twice, I have lost it. The first time, I was riding my bicycle. I had just ridden through a very busy intersection with 4 lanes in all 4 directions with at least one left turn lane in each direction. I was passing the driveway of a gas station when I heard the crystal hit the pavement. It had fallen out of my jacket pocket. I couldn't believe that I was able to hear it over the din of traffic around me. Of course, I instantly knew what made the sound and retrieved it.

The second time I lost the crystal, we had taken a trip during the summer. I was wearing a pair of shorts quite a bit that had a tendency to let things fall out of the pockets while sitting down. When I got home, I realized that I didn't have my crystal. I looked everywhere. I tore the car apart looking for it. I called the hotel where we stayed and the friends and family we had visited to no avail. I was heartsick that I had lost it.

A couple of months later, it was our wedding anniversary. I pulled the '69 Camaro out to clean it up so that we could ride in it when we went out to dinner that night. When I got ready to vacuum the carpet in the rear seat area, I folded the front seat down and there was my crystal lying in plain sight on the back seat floor.

I have spent many hours in the years since I acquired it, enjoying the beauty of this crystal. It is absolutely stunning in sunlight. It's smoky quartz with gold rutile. When I got it, it was fairly smoky and the rutile looks like little golden hairs that crisscross the crytal along its entire length. In the sun it turns a golden color. Over the years, unbelievably, the crystal has become less smoky and more golden, especially the pointed end. I'm also fairly certain that the rutile inside it has changed.

The boss at the store where my wife worked gave her the crystal to give to me once he heard what had happened. It is something that always brings me a warm feeling whenever my thoughts turn to it or it is out of my pocket being admired or used. It took some time, some rough parts, and some breaking up and getting back together, but my wife and I are still together (26 years now) and get along better than ever as each day passes.

[Gary]

Noises,

Thanks so much for posting one of the sketches, is that the desk i see!? It is fantastic to see some of the actual images. Appreciated and again, great story!!...

[Gary]

Serenac,

It looks more like LOA at work with you getting an unexpected invite, taking them up on it for whatever reason and then finding something you have been possibly needing unexpectedly.

Synchronicity is more of a validation that things are lining up but what you are describing there is good solid attracting

keep it up!

[adrazz]

Pamela are you still a member on the PI forum? I have not been there for years.