Synchronous with a Larger Reality
When I speak of a larger reality, it has to do with my perception that there is a greater, controlling force. Like god, except bigger and more complicated. This larger reality communicates to me through events and sometimes oblique but always prompt and direct responses to my expressed needs.
The larger reality often manifests itself in synchronicity, the coupling of significant events so extraordinary that it defies the term coincidence. Here are some personal examples of synchronicity:
First, I was sitting in the living room of our house on the cliff in Big Sur, talking to my friend about the clock on the wall above the sink in the kitchen. The minute hand was attached only by a small piece of duct tape, which, while efficient, was hardly aesthetic. I thought I would remove the tape and the minute hand because we didn’t need it, since we rarely left the house, and could always guess the time within a few minutes by the position of the hour hand. A minute later I got up to get a glass of water. I walked across the unyielding stone floor to the kitchen where, when I was five feet from the sink beneath the clock, the minute hand fell onto the counter.
Second, I was driving on Highway One down the Mendocino coast, late on a weekday afternoon, with no others cars on the road for minutes at a time. I was telling a friend about a brouhaha over NEA funding of an obscure performance artist who was receiving taxpayer money to support an act which included urinating on stage. At that very moment, we came around a curve in the road, and there was a man urinating into the bushes. He had parked his car on the other side of the road, walked across to our side for no obvious reason, and was relieving himself in full view.
And third, a woman I hadn’t spoken to in fifteen years — and haven’t spoken to since — called me one evening just to say hello. In the course of the conversation, she mentioned her great pleasure with a science fiction writer named John Varley, of whom I’d never heard...not surprising since sci-fi wasn’t a great interest of mine. After we had talked for over a half-hour, I returned to watching a videotape. When the tape ended and I turned the VCR to rewind, the television reverted to the station behind the tape player on channel three. And there on the screen was the name John Varley, in the credits for a movie called "Overdrawn at the Memory Bank", based on his short story.
More on synchronicity...when its time.
And that’s SetonnoteS...I’m Tony Seton.
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