Directional Synchronicity: "Energy"

A friend of mine went to look at apartments on Sunday. He had seen brochures but he decided that he wanted to see them in person so he could see what the "energy" was like. The first place we arrived the power was out and the "energy" at the apartment place was literally and figuratively not good. It was under construction and it smelled. We got a laugh at the literal energy problems which reflected the overall energy as well. Needless to say, he won't be choosing to live there.

Mirror Synchronicity: The Five Elizabeths

One of my hospice patients, Mark* was a veteran. So, in order to help him with some veterans stuff I had to coordinate with a social worker at the VA named Liz. I go by the name Lizzy and our patient would frequently get us confused. We would have to say not only our first and last name but also our organizations. Because I was the first to work with him, I always joked that I was #1. Well, as I began to set up more services for the patient, the strangest thing kept happening... I would end up connecting to people named Elizabeth. The woman who offered private pay aide services went by the name Liz. Then there was the local Senior Options caseworker who called me and said her name was Elizabeth. Finally, when he was talking about moving to an Assisted Living, the marketing person was Elizabeth. By the 5th Elizabeth I was in complete shock. I've always had a common name, but this was quite unusual and a little freaky.

*(not his real name for anyone who is worried about health privacy)

Directional Synchronicity: God opens a window - Part II

A couple of months ago I posted a synchronicity about a friend who found a potential job offer waiting for her in her email after she quit her hospice job without having another job lined up.

Well, mid January, I too decided to quit MY hospice social worker position after only 2 1/2 months in and without having another job lined up. It was not a spontaneous decision and I gave two weeks so as to wrap everything up and leave on a positive note. My co-workers couldn't believe that I didn't have something else arranged and were stressed on my behalf. Strangely, I wasn't worried and I knew that everything would turn out ok. I trusted the universe.

Still, it came as a complete surprise when a week after I gave notice, I received an email offer for a consulting position from someone who found me on LinkedIn. Here's where the synchronicities occurred to me. The opportunity for me is a very good one but not one I would be able to pursue if I were working full time. Because the company won't have full time work right away, the timing also would not have worked if I had been out of work for a while. My online profile did not yet indicate I was unemployed.

So basically out of the blue I got an offer for a job I would really like to do, at JUST the RIGHT TIME.

Synchronicity #2
Our first conversation on a Wednesday evening went well and then I got nervous. I referenced this blog and some other writing that I do that all has a metaphysical bent to it. I sent an email in the morning to my contact telling her that I knew I wouldn't be referencing spirits and and psychic messages in my work for her.

My contact had told her husband about our conversation and the next morning he expressed a slight concern of my references to psychics, etc. She told him to go read the email. He didn't know what she was saying and reiterated his concern. She said, "GO READ MY EMAIL" and sure enough, I had sent the email to them with my recognition of the separateness of the psychic stuff right before he mentioned it. He was so surprised by the coincidence of it all, HE sent ME an email telling me about the synchronicity.

Synchronicity #3
The way that the company found me on LinkedIn was through a group to which we both belong. The group did not have an online presence on LinkedIn until I created it, 2 months ago.

This may not be quite a succinct synchronicity to others, but the whole thing feels very magical to me.

Mirror Synchronicity: A musical message

I am a hospice social worker, so it is expected that all of my patients will die eventually. Yesterday, however, a 31-year old patient of mine died suddenly and without much warning. I was supposed to visit him yesterday and the last two times I saw him he reminded me of his 32nd birthday coming up in less than a week and that I better not forget it. He had been sick for a long time and was so excited to make it to 32.
I was scheduled to see him on the day he happened to die and so it was a bit of a shock that I've been processing over the past 24 hours. I have been thinking about him a lot. On my way home from work, I said his name out loud and asked him for a sign that he was ok. I don't know what I expected, but I was looking for something... a license plate...something. I turned on the radio and strangely enough, it was a classical music piano piece. (My alternative rock station had apparently converted to classical the day before). He had sung hymns for me 2 weeks ago and I thought maybe it would be a hymn, but it wasn't. If it was a sign, I thought, it wasn't a strong enough one for me to feel the connection. I don't listen to classical and I was confused, but the piece was calming and so I left it on.

Then I felt cold air and I could not seem to get the heater high enough. Still, I was thinking that would be silly to think that it was his presence. I thought about him the whole time I while I was listening to the piano music and I chided myself for expecting him to respond to my request for a sign. He's new to heaven, I told myself. He wouldn't even know how to send a sign. I'm just his social worker... if he is watching from heaven he would be looking after his family, not me. Then the song ended. The DJ said something along the lines of:

"We were just listening to Klavierstucke No. 2 in E-flat, D. 946 by Franz Schubert. Franz wrote that song when he was 31 about 6 months before he died. He never did make it to his 32nd birthday."

wow. I got my sign.

RIP and Happy Birthday buddy.

I didn't know much about Schubert before but I've been reading about him and apparently this piece is often described as haunting as it was written after Schubert knew he was ill.

Not the same performer, but you can still get a sense of the intensity of the emotions of the piece here

Proof of ESP and thoughts about skeptics

Here is a NYT article about an upcoming journal article which seeks to scientifically proof ESP. What makes me laugh is the gist of the Times article that there is an uproar over the publication. Despite the repitition of experiments and the credibility of the author, the journal article is still getting shredded.

Here is what i think: for the skeptics, there is no amount of 'proof' that will ever be enough for them, even if they experience the phenomenon themselves. What I am realizing is that for some reason they must strongly need to hold on to the tangible, because the intangible is too frightening for them. I used to try to convince skeptics to have an open mind but now I see the closed mind is a form of self protection. They are like frightened children who must believe that "belief" means a lack of control... the funny thing is that I believe that the more I acknowledge the power of the universe, the more Power I have to make change, make a difference, etc. That is my hope anyways...