– TheFreeDictionary.com
It always involves perfect timing.
Beyond merely reading each other’s mind’s while watching TV, Vicki, my spouse of 20 years, and I have often been significantly in sync. Whenever we diverge, or are coming from completely different directions, whether to a study group meeting at someone’s home or to a retail establishment, we often arrive at exactly the same time right in front of the premises and walk in together. This happened twice just this week; once at the garden shop and again just as the last “to go” coffee was set down by the Starbucks barista.
I’ve been experiencing what appear to be a number of small personal miraculous events as I get older which apparently come as a result of my work with positive words. All of these events involve perfect timing with someone or something and even though synchronicity seems to be an invariable component of all mirabilia I once spent most of a day creating ‘Synchronicity’ itself. More on this later.
I got the idea of trying to induce positive words into my physical world from Law of Attraction proponent Esther (Abraham) Hicks who posts presentations on Youtube that include uplifting “rants” about various things and sometimes encouraging words like “flow” and “reception” and “fun”. I became familiar with her work via apparently successfully changing the weather for an inclement beach event for which the date couldn’t be postponed again.
The weather forecast for our annual picnic was torrentially dismal and young Adam suggested that we, as a spiritual group, try to change the weather using Esther Hick’s methodology. Consequently I spent the day prior to the event on Youtube streaming Esther’s channeled Abraham rants about this or that all the while mentally punching rain clouds out of the otherwise blue sky while thinking about sunny “Joy” and “Love”. On the day of the event, just as our annual picnic was getting started at noon, the dark clouds overhead all shifted over to North Vancouver bestowing upon us a beautiful sunny picnic day on Lacarno Beach.
At one point during the picnic I went for my annual jog running to the Vancouver Yacht Club and back and, upon my return, having to run downhill through a group of flying birds, I stuck out my arms airplane-style and ran across a field escorted by this small flock of aerobatic swallows. I shared with them the feeling of all of the previous day’s seeded “Love” and “Joy” physically emotionally pumped by the act of running.
Since then I’ve experienced, infrequently, a number of other personal miracles by pursuing the premise that positive emotion increases the efficacy of single positive word meditations/musings and heart and lung-pumping jogging is a good way to rev up that emotional energy.
On another occasion I experienced a short term rapture while jogging around Burnaby Lake, contemplating “Gramercy” (from ‘Grand Merci’; great appreciation with a touch of “Awe”). Precisely at the moment that the whole-body rapture occurred a white butterfly, coming from behind, spiraled in front of my forehead, as if it had just shot out of my pituitary gland, and fluttered off down the pathway. I felt the feeling building for a moment or two and then shuddered in rhapsodic spiritual ecstasy. I believe that the little white creature was there to grace my memory with the knowledge that this ecstasy was the real deal and not just a transient physical shudder.
The most recent occurrence while jogging was on a day that I was supposed to contemplate “Assurgent” (rising up). My mind had wandered when I spotted a hawk apparently raiding a nest on the near side of the marsh on the far side of Deer Lake. It was gliding away toward the other side of the marsh when I remembered the word that I was supposed to be contemplating; “Assurgent” and it rose up and alighted on the branch of a fir tree.
Vicki and I enjoy great coffee conversations at local cafes on Saturday mornings. After one of these outings on the way home we stopped at our neighborhood strip mall to separately dispatch a number of errands before meeting at the liquor store. I decided to contemplate the word “Synchronicity” and was thrilled when, after dispersing for different errands, our footfalls coincided perfectly to match each others’ right outside the Liquor store’s automatic doors as we entered together.
Pleased with that result I left Vicki at home to prepare for the out-of-town arrival of her sisters for a back deck barbecue and I took off on a long errand from our home in Burnaby across Vancouver and back all the while contemplating “Synchronicity”.
The trip involved neighborhood and highway driving to Brentwood Mall, parking there and catching the Skytrain to the Science World Station, and catching two little Grandville Island commuter Ferries all the way across Burrard Inlet to the Aquatic Center Ferry Terminal and then back home again the same way.
While thinking about “Synchronicity” every streetlight, every corner in normally-dense traffic, every Skytrain and ferry arrived in perfect timing to open up and carry me forward. There was a bit of a wait, on a sunny spring day, for the first commuter ferry but it arrived at the ample pier with its open door right in front of where I stood just as I knew it would.
The energy of thinking about “Synchronicity” is very different than thinking about more enthusiastic words that are enhanced by the hard pumping energy of jogging. When it comes to synchronicity picking up the pace or stepping on the gas a bit would mess up the timing. Synchronicity requires a confident measured flow or ease of just moving forward allowing things to open up for you. Approaching the end of the return journey it elicits a continual grateful surprise that all this impeccable timing has happened and keeps on happening.
I arrived home and walked out the back door onto the deck and sat down to the table just as everyone was sitting down to the freshly prepared meal and Vicki slid a plate of food in front of me.
Synchronicity is all about timing but what happens can be imbued by the thoughts of other positive words. Everyone’s journey is different. That’s why I compiled The Good Book.
Note: IMHO Esther Hick’s exclusive focus on benefit for the self significantly limits the sphere of things to love.