Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Required Reading: Calls to the Mystic Alice

I am a compulsive book buyer.  I now probably own over 50 metaphysical books.  Just this week, I bought 10 books in one trip to Half Price Books. Unfortunately, I often buy more books before I have read the ones that I have. Fortunately, I finally set out to read a book I purchased last year: Calls to the Mystic Alice by a psychic named Alice Rose Morgan.  It was a great read and in fact, I finished the whole book in two days, which is a rarity for me.  Alice talks about what she has learned over the years from her spirit guides (she calls them 'spooks' but I don't like that term). She talks about energy and Karma and reincarnation and 'working it out' on the Astral plane. If you're into all of that stuff, I would recommend that you find a copy of this book. 

p.s. if anyone has suggestions for curing my acquisition problem...I'm listening

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Directional Synchronicity: Ride the Rush

This is only going to make sense if you play poker, but I vowed to document all synchronicities...so I will try to explain.  As I mentioned in a previous post, I was just in Vegas.  I play 2-4 limit hold-em.  A player next to me taught me the term 'rush' which means that when you win, you keep on winning.  It is a very strange phenomenon.  I would not win for 4 or 5 hours and then I would win 5 or 6 hands in an hour.  It kept happening, but I never knew was a name for it.  Anyways, when you are in a 'rush, ' you will make hands that you would not normally make.  I made an insight straight on the river and won like $20.  The next hand I was in the exact same situation.. I had 4 out of 5 cards that I needed but the odds of the 5th card coming up were pretty small.  I decided to stay 'in' anyways and take my chances.  I turned to Mike, the player who taught me about 'rush' and said, "What did you say about riding the rush?" and sure enough, the next card that came up was the exact one I needed.  I'm not a statitician but the odds of hitting the inside straight 2 hands in a row are pretty small!  I consider it a synchronicity i guess.

Mirror Synchronicity: TV imitating life again

This one is a fun one I think.  I just got back from Vegas and was catching up on my DVR and on My Name is Earl, Earl sent another character to the National Rodeo Championships. Well, they took place at the MGM where I was staying in Vegas.  Amusing.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Directional Synchronicity: Synchronicity Circle

This story is a little long but well worth it.

A fellow Synchronicity fan, Sophia, posted a comment in one of my earlier blogs about how she had a synchronicity with my blog. Well, I haven't poked around the blogosphere for a while so I decided to go read her blog. (Which is fabulous by the way).  I read one post about a dream she had in which she had a sheet that said she was a Rosicrucian.
This post reminded me about my Grandmother who was very involved with the Rosicrucians in the 1950s. I had previously done a google search on her and was pleased to find her name listed in a directory, but I never found anything else. Seeing Sophia's blog reminded me to check again, since I know people are adding to google every day.

And here's what I found. A lovely POEM.  To my recollection, I have never seen this poem by my grandmother before.  It touched me in ways I cannot articulate.  My grandmother died when I was ten and I never got to know her very well.  Anyways... without further ado, here it is.  THANK YOU SOPHIA!

Two Songs
To awaken in the morning 
With a song on your lips,
And to retire at night
With a song in your heart,
That, my child, is living.
- Bertha Miles, F.R.C.

Mirror Synchronicity: Give and you will receive

My friend just told me about his synchronicity which I thought I would add to the blog:

Last night at the newport I put a five-dollar-bill in the tip jar instead of a one, and realized my mistake when I couldn't find the five in my wallet. Then on the walk home, along 17th ave, I found a crisp five-dollar-bill on the sidewalk.