1. I awoke the other morning after only two hours sleep before a very busy and seemingly important day. Going to the computer to check the time, I watched the clock turn from 5:59:59 to 6:00:00 before my eyes.
2. Knowing it was time to issue a newsletter, that morning, I did so. As I submitted it, the clock turned from 8:59 to 9:00.
3. This week, I wrote a Tuesday Tuneup, knowing I had scheduled the previous day’s gratitude list to post at 7:30am on Monday. As I submitted the Tuneup, I watched the clock turn from 7:29 to 7:30, just as I clicked on “Publish.”
4. In the year 2018, I decided to calculate the first day that I ever slept outdoors, after years of sleeping inside. The calculations are preserved in this blog post. It was 11:50 when I finished the post, so I set it at midnight. The next morning, I looked at the computer clock and realized I had made the discovery exactly fourteen years after I had first slept outdoors. So I discovered on May 17, 2018 that I first slept outdoors on May 17, 2004.
5. Incidentally, that same year, I was talking with Lauren Sapala about the use of meter in prose. She mentioned that Neal Cassidy had done this, and I said I also had used it in a piece called The Temple of the Human Race. Lauren wrote back asking me if I knew that it was the same day as the date on the piece, or if I had changed the date. I had not changed the date – for why would I have? It turned out I had written the piece on March 23, 2007, and sent it to her on March 23, 2018.
6. Finally, feeling full of synchronicity, I decided to count how many days it was that I was homeless. I first became homeless on May 17, 2004, as I have told you. I got down on my knees outside Sequoia Station and screamed at God to put an end to twelve years of homelessness on July 17, 2016 – as I have told you — and knew somehow that my homelessness was over – that the prayer was valid, and the needed action would be revealed. Interesting that it was the 17th of each month. Counting the days between the two dates (it can be done!) it turned out to be 4,444 days.
7. And to make a nice number seven, I must ask the question: “What does it all mean?”
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I have had many instances of weird synchronicity, too. And, like you, I wonder what, if anything, does it mean?
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Some of them are probably random. Law of averages, you know. Others are a little too astronomical not to have been divinely engineered. But even if supernaturally driven, there may not be a specific meaning attached.
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Oops, I almost forgot, I wanted to give you a link to an article I read earlier today. It’s about an experiment that was done in Canada involving a more effective and affirming way of helping people who are homeless: https://news.yahoo.com/canada-charity-gave-7-500-173118227.htm
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Thanks Linda. I’ll look into it.
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It means we are hard-wired to seek meaning, so much so that we attempt to conjure meaning even where there is none. At least, that’s how I sleep at night.
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Well yeah – that’s another aspect of it. We humans do seem to have a tendency to ascribe meaning to random events. Some of us exercise this tendency more so than others, I’ve noticed.
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