SYNCHRONICITY

     I experience lots of synchronicities.  It's mostly a combination of tending to an awareness of their source, which is the same as dreams,  and noticing when they occur.  I think most people experience far more synchronicities than they are aware of.  To me, synchronicities and dreams spring from the same primordial ground, and as with dreams, if the primordial knows that you are paying attention to it, it’s inspired to reach out a little more often.   Jung defined synchronicities as two events seemingly linked by acausality.  Basically this means that the events aren't caused by mechanistic reasons,(like a pool cue hitting a cue ball in a certain direction) but actually are linked by the meaning ascribed by the person who experiences them.  This concept leads us to the notion in quantum physics that the observer effects the observed.  Which indicates that consciousness, yours, or an objective one(that which you perceive as outside you) are both at their source part of the same field.    Oftentimes, a synchronicity's purpose is to unify of our seemingly isolated consciousness with the field which is it’s actual origin.  It seeks to pierce the illusion of the I, and not I.  It is my feeling that the unitive conscious field of which we are all part, has an investment in divesting us of this illusion. This is the fundament of quantum physics in the west, and also a variety of Eastern religions.  To demonstrate how this works, I'll share a story of mine that was particularly wondrous.  Many years ago(it could be 10, it could be 12) I awoke one morning and the first thought in my head was "It's July 26th, it's Mick Jagger's Birthday"(I know it's a funny thought, but lots of funny thoughts rise up from the primordial ground.)  My next thought was, "It's also Carl Jung's Birthday."  At that moment a big flying beetle started to fly against my window.  I see them every once in awhile in Los Angeles, you may have seen them too.  They have shiny green metallic jackets, and when they fly, they make a loud buzz.  I was dumbfounded by the beetle at the exact moment of the thought about Jung, because it reminded me of Jung's most famous story of synchronicity.  He wrote it as follows.  

"A young woman I was treating had, at a critical moment, a dream in which she was given a golden scarab. While she was telling me this dream, I sat with my back to the closed window. Suddenly I heard a noise behind me, like a gentle tapping. I turned round and saw a flying insect knocking against the window-pane from the outside. I opened the window and caught the creature in the air as it flew in. It was the nearest analogy to a golden scarab one finds in our latitudes, a scarabaeid beetle, the common rose-chafer (Cetonia aurata), which, contrary to its usual habits had evidently felt the urge to get into a dark room at this particular moment. I must admit that nothing like it ever happened to me before or since."

    The acausal link in this story is me recalling it was Jung's Birthday, and seeing the scarabaied beetle, which reminded me of his famous synchronicity story.  Something inside(my recall of Jung's birthday), coincided with something outside(the flying beetle) which then coincided with something inside of me(my memory of Jung's story of the beetle).  In this moment, what was outside me(the flying beetle)in the physical world, and what was inside me(the recall of Jung’s Birthday, as well as the recall of his story) in my consciousness were united by a simultaneous occurrence.  Over the years,  I've told that story to a few close friends.  Mostly to intimates who I thought would be interested in such things.  Most were amused.  A few thought the story was fascinating, but nobody as much as me.  This past summer(a year ago) I got an email photo from a friend after a having had lunch with another.   The title of the photo was "Look" the text read, "Your beetle friend is back," and beneath the text was a picture of a scarabaeid beetle that had settled in their hair.  "That's wild," I said to myself, "I think it's Jung's birthday tomorrow.  But I returned my Iphone to it's home screen and checked the date, and it was actually July the 26th, Jung's birthday.  Same day as the day I had first thought about Jung's birthday many years ago and the beetle had appeared outside my window.  It was a breathtaking moment, designed to encourage me to stay open to the mystery.  I have moments like this pretty regularly, and my friends can be amused when they occur in their presence. It doesn't make me special, just aware that they occur. In the same way there can be profound meaning in a dream. In the future, I'll post more of these stories, and include ones that were corroborated by people I was with. 

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