Synchronicity: The simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection. --Google
Synchronicity is choreographed by a great pervasive intelligence that lies at the heart of nature and is manifest I each of us through intuitive knowing. --Deepak Chopra
Life took a sudden turn for the better about a month ago. After avoiding some simple tasks that had evolved into huge intimidating monsters over the months, I forced myself to clean corners, dust, vacuum, organize bookshelves and cabinets and go through my closet to prepare for autumn and winter. Then PQ and I applied a mental whip to our backs and became mules to carry the contents of our storage space to an empty room in the old Pueblo house and our in town garage. This was necessary to eliminate any unnecessary expense after the Social Security people decided to take PQ’s SSI money away. Ironically, we had been considering applying for an increase, since we couldn’t seem to get all the way to the end of a month on what we had. At the beginning of our Project Downsize, my body was lagging way behind my resolve even though the resolve wasn’t very tough either. Everything hurt and I tired quickly. After three days, I felt stronger, younger and better coordinated. It was as if I’d dropped fifteen years. More importantly, the situation changed from dreaded loss to an interesting challenge. Nothing is as disheartening as perceived helplessness.
|These were behind our house last week.|
The truth is my true guidance in life has always transpired without a logical or rational explanation. Reason only fits the important connections together after the fact. So-called intuition and raw instincts are the most powerful tools of synchronicity. Daydreams and unsolicited imaginings contain previews about future direction, and are usually forgotten until they materialize.
I noticed when looking over my history, that there is a typical backdrop for challenges and a distinct pattern. Nevertheless, while stumbling psychically through sharp brambles, quicksand, clinging to crumbling cliffs or trekking through desert wastelands with no visible horizon, I see only chaos, and feel doomed. Yet, there has always been a stubborn drive to keep going and never accept that pain and defeat is the only possible fate. If reality were otherwise, why would I instinctively struggle for a different outcome? There is always a power greater than personal experience that drives me on even when my ego is writhing with the pain and shame of defeat.
It recently occurred to me that the holographic universe is the milieu of synchronicity. Alas, chaos is the other side, the dark background on which the design is revealed. There are contrasting sides to every scene or we wouldn’t be able to see anything. Consciousness comes from noticing the difference.