Week 3 Physics: Evidence for synchronicity & how I would explain connectivity...
Synchronicity: "the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection" (Google).
Evidence for Synchronicity in my life:
Sometimes I just know what time it is - it's weird. I remember visiting Lake Orville with family in my late teens and we had been out all day on the water: picnicking, swimming, hanging out on a raft. My dad mused out loud, "I wonder what time it is?..." and I gave my guess which was very specific, something like, "5:14" --and it was!
That must have just been one moment of getting lucky, but every now and then the same thing happens where I just really know the time.
The other thing is that if I check the time and it happens to be 11:11, I think of the saying, "11:11, knock on wood", and I look for something to knock on! - but "catching" this time at one of two moments throughout the day is actually a sort of cosmic sign to me to check in and take a moment to count my blessings and acknowledge what I am grateful for. I find that when I happen to check the time at this moment I usually needed just that - a moment to step away from my own small perspective and think about the big picture and how lucky I am in life.
Three weeks ago I was at "work" and I thought I heard one of my best friends call my name in this sing-song way that she does: Aaaalex! ... I just knew that she would pay me a surprise visit that day. A few hours later she showed up! I was not very surprised since I could have sworn I heard her voice earlier - I knew she would come!
My aunt tells me that the day I was born I looked at her exactly the same way that her mother looked at her several months earlier when she had died of breast cancer in a hospital. I gazed at her with the "same eyes" as she puts it, but then I let out a big "otherworldly" laugh (she's a writer and poet so there may be some embellishments!). In that moment, she knew she was not alone and the grief of losing her mother was lifted. She felt joy. Also, she and I have the same middle name: Joy! I love this story because in a way it makes me feel like it's not true that I never met my grandmother, in a way we have met and do know each other, and my mom and my aunt make me know that in some way. Apparently my hair smells like my grandmother's too, so there is another connection.
And maybe my favorite moment of synchronicity: I was a high school senior signed up for Government with a teacher named Kilgore, I was also signed up for a Sci-fi elective. I was bored in Government so I wrote Kilgore on the side of my shoe. Around that same time, one of my younger brothers thought it would be hilarious to say the word "trout" in place of normal words. He would insert this word randomly, or sometimes just say, "trout, trout, trout". So I was bored again in Government and with "trout, trout, trout" in my head I wrote "Trout" on my shoe.
Weeks later, we started reading Kurt Vonnegut! A great discovery :) I was immediately drawn into Slaughterhouse Five. A curious character shows up in the story: Kilgore Trout. I look down at my shoe thinking, that name is awfully familiar, and I see: KILGORE TROUT!!!!!!!
I think I burst out laughing, interrupting the class, and explained the strange story to my teacher afterwards.
It is even more elegant considering that Vonnegut's works deal with synchronicity: with inexplicable coincidences, with one of his characters finally denying its existence (I think counter to the author's own opinion): "one would go mad if one took such coincidences too seriously. One would be led to suspect that that there were all sorts of things going on in the Universe which he or she did not thoroughly understanding".
Indeed!
Evidence for Synchronicity in my life:
Sometimes I just know what time it is - it's weird. I remember visiting Lake Orville with family in my late teens and we had been out all day on the water: picnicking, swimming, hanging out on a raft. My dad mused out loud, "I wonder what time it is?..." and I gave my guess which was very specific, something like, "5:14" --and it was!
That must have just been one moment of getting lucky, but every now and then the same thing happens where I just really know the time.
The other thing is that if I check the time and it happens to be 11:11, I think of the saying, "11:11, knock on wood", and I look for something to knock on! - but "catching" this time at one of two moments throughout the day is actually a sort of cosmic sign to me to check in and take a moment to count my blessings and acknowledge what I am grateful for. I find that when I happen to check the time at this moment I usually needed just that - a moment to step away from my own small perspective and think about the big picture and how lucky I am in life.
Three weeks ago I was at "work" and I thought I heard one of my best friends call my name in this sing-song way that she does: Aaaalex! ... I just knew that she would pay me a surprise visit that day. A few hours later she showed up! I was not very surprised since I could have sworn I heard her voice earlier - I knew she would come!
My aunt tells me that the day I was born I looked at her exactly the same way that her mother looked at her several months earlier when she had died of breast cancer in a hospital. I gazed at her with the "same eyes" as she puts it, but then I let out a big "otherworldly" laugh (she's a writer and poet so there may be some embellishments!). In that moment, she knew she was not alone and the grief of losing her mother was lifted. She felt joy. Also, she and I have the same middle name: Joy! I love this story because in a way it makes me feel like it's not true that I never met my grandmother, in a way we have met and do know each other, and my mom and my aunt make me know that in some way. Apparently my hair smells like my grandmother's too, so there is another connection.
And maybe my favorite moment of synchronicity: I was a high school senior signed up for Government with a teacher named Kilgore, I was also signed up for a Sci-fi elective. I was bored in Government so I wrote Kilgore on the side of my shoe. Around that same time, one of my younger brothers thought it would be hilarious to say the word "trout" in place of normal words. He would insert this word randomly, or sometimes just say, "trout, trout, trout". So I was bored again in Government and with "trout, trout, trout" in my head I wrote "Trout" on my shoe.
Weeks later, we started reading Kurt Vonnegut! A great discovery :) I was immediately drawn into Slaughterhouse Five. A curious character shows up in the story: Kilgore Trout. I look down at my shoe thinking, that name is awfully familiar, and I see: KILGORE TROUT!!!!!!!
I think I burst out laughing, interrupting the class, and explained the strange story to my teacher afterwards.
It is even more elegant considering that Vonnegut's works deal with synchronicity: with inexplicable coincidences, with one of his characters finally denying its existence (I think counter to the author's own opinion): "one would go mad if one took such coincidences too seriously. One would be led to suspect that that there were all sorts of things going on in the Universe which he or she did not thoroughly understanding".
Indeed!
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