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We are still generating synchronicity — songs that speak our unspoken thoughts, him calling me just as I pick up the phone to call him. It is an old and true saying that when the student is ready, the teacher will appear.
Deborah gives a moving personal account of how that has worked for her:. I have met my teachers through synchronicity. My husband died suddenly, tragically, in Horta on our boat where we lived. I came home to Maine and took a job selling yachts. Part of the job included using the Excel program. One day I looked at the screen and realized I was spending my days putting numbers in square boxes.
The day I left my job, I walked down Main Street. I paused in front of the museum to watch a Tibetan monk. He was in the window, constructing a mandala. I watched, spellbound by the care with which he was making the circles, grain by grain. He became my teacher. It was a very special moment of synchronicity. I rejected a life in a box and immediately met a teacher who creates circles to be blown away. I have been friends with that monk for fifteen years. What we feed our minds and our bodies attracts or repels different parts of ourselves as well as different people and different classes of spirits.
I have noticed in my own life as a writer that when I am seeking to create something new, and taking risks is involved, I draw the synchronistic interest of greater powers.
More of my own creative spirit becomes engaged, lending me abilities beyond those I possess when I am doing something small and safe. I notice this as a teacher and healer. When I am willing to give more to others, to do my very best to bring the light or spirit into their eyes or to wrap them in the healing embrace of Great Mother Bear, I draw powers far beyond my ordinary self — and now it can be very important to let the ordinary self stand aside while a Greater Self operates.
We live in a conscious, highly synchronistic universe, where everything is alive, everything is connected, everything has spirit. Early peoples say that humans are the animals that tell stories about all the others, but this does not mean that humans are the only ones talking. Birds speak in complex languages; bees are great communicators, and their drone or hum is the sound that humans often hear when their inner senses are opening.
A stone can speak, though it may lie dormant and silent until approached in the right way. A river or a mountain can speak. Thunder was louder than any human could speak until people started making things that can blow up cities. As Australian Aborigines say, we live in a Speaking Land. How well we can hear depends on how we use our senses, both inner and outer.
How much we can use and understand depends on selection, on grasping what matters. She appeared at the side of the house, pressing a finger to her lips while beckoning to me with the other hand. When I walked quietly over to her, I saw, ten feet away around the corner of the house, a young black bear. He stared at me intently for what seemed like a long time before ambling away into the woods.
As he moved, I noticed he was hobbling; one of his legs was injured. I have felt a very strong, synchronistic connection with the Bear for more than twenty-five years, ever since I met the Bear in a series of life-changing dreams and learned that, in North America, the medicine bear is a tremendous power for healing and protection. So I was deeply impressed with the unexpected meeting with the black bear on the grass, and was concerned about the condition of its leg.
I did not realize that there was a quite synchronistic and specific message for me in this sighting until, one week later, I fell and injured my leg, severing one of the muscles that compose the quadriceps. Now I, too, was hobbling with an injured leg. Six weeks later, just before I went in for a consultation with an orthopedist to determine whether I should undergo knee surgery, my friend called me to say she had seen the black bear again and his leg was fine.
This gave me high hopes for my own leg. Spirits of place include the spirits and holographic memories of humans who have lived and loved and struggled on the land before us. It was not really a surprise when I noticed, through my inner senses, that we had been joined by the spirits of several hundred men in blue and gray, soldiers killed on both sides in the American Civil War who had apparently remained close to the place where their bodies had fallen.
I requested their senior officers to step forward. I suggested to them that they were welcome to audit our class but that it was primarily intended for the living who had joined our circle and that I would be grateful if they would remain outside our perimeter and maintain good order. I have rarely felt that one of my workshop groups has received so much psychic protection!
This marvelous, mysterious line stirs up the imagination. It encourages us to think about how on the surface of the mind we may have been shortchanging ourselves. We may have been snagging ourselves in limited, linear thinking, even trapping ourselves in mental boxes that prevent us from experiencing synchronicities.
Life is full of crossroads. We often rush through them without noticing the choices that were open in a Kairos moment. Or else we see our choices in false absolutes, duty versus pleasure, good versus bad, black or white. Kairomancers take care of their poetic health by developing a tolerance for ambiguity and a readiness to see more angles and options than the surface mind perceives. Mark Twain is supposed to have said that history rhymes.
The words have not been found in the canonical texts of this wonderfully noncanonical humorist. I do know that life rhymes. In the same way, we notice that themes and situations synchronistically recur in everyday life. Pay attention when the same theme, or symbol, or image comes up again and again synchronistically, just as you might pay attention to recurring dreams.
When a theme or situation comes at you again and again in dreams, that is often a signal that there is a message coming through that you need to read correctly — and that, beyond merely getting the message, you need to do something about it, to take action.
It is the same with rhyming sequences and repeating symbols in waking life. Baudelaire, the urban dandy, has it exactly right: As I munched my mini-baguette — my favorite break-fast — I talked to my coordinator and a couple of wonderful dreamers who were attending the workshop about the significance of snakes in the Egyptian maps of the Otherworld.
Snakes appear all over — as adversaries, as protectors, or simply as guardians whose function is to make us brave up and prove we are ready to progress to the really good stuff. The Egyptians symbolized awakened psychospiritual power with the wadjet , or uraeus serpent, the cobra that features on the crowns of pharaohs. The raised head evokes the opened third eye of vision and the ability to operate from this center.
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Wadjet is also a snake goddess, patron of Lower Egypt, protector of kings and of Horus, closely allied — in evolving mythology — with both the cat goddess Bast and the vulture goddess Nekhbet. We spoke of our own associations and synchronicities with snakes and the many different ways snakes can figure in dreams. After half an hour of this lively, serpentine conversation, it was time to move on to start day two of the workshop. I reflected on how, in our opening session, we had called the serpent energy up through the soles of the feet, and through the energy centers of the body, to open the third eye.
I had invited our adventurers to do the full Egyptian by picturing the wadjet cobra at the vision center, and then rising from there to fly above the landscape like a bird. In the parking lot, right in front of us a synchronicity: On the front was a silver cobra. On a side panel was a larger cobra that seemed to quiver, ready to strike, against the mirror-bright surface of the car.
I walked around the back and found the cobra again, in a crest, and the make of the car. I was looking at a Shelby GT I looked it up and found that it is a high-performance version of the Ford Mustang, retail price around fifty-five thousand dollars, advertising slogan: This refers both to outer movement and to inner transitions, especially when either carries you outside your normal rounds.
You have to have different eyes in order to see different landscapes. Even so, it is generally true that when we are in movement, not in the familiar rut, we are more likely to notice and to generate and experience coincidence. The bigger side of it is that when we are in motion in terms of life passages, including challenging passages, when we are falling in or out of love, falling in or out of relationships, when birth or death is in the field, coincidence and synchronicity tends to multiply not just in our perception, but in objective reality.
It multiplies because everything is astir.
Things are not constant. They are themselves in motion. I took the synchronistic road with me on a trip to Santa Fe for a board meeting of the Society of Shamanic Practitioners. I was seized by the first lines, which I read over and over, to let the mystery move through me while I tried to fathom it: The river became a road and the road branched out to the whole world. And because the road was once a river it was always hungry. The narrator is a boy of the kind called abiku in Nigeria, who may be fated to die young because he has spirit companions on the Other Side who want him to return to them soon and will do almost anything to pull him out of the land of the living.
I was seized by descriptions of how, as the living raise a glass or a fork or a cigarette to their lips, the spirits pressing thick about them dive in to get the first taste. The spirits drink the vapor of booze or food or smokes rather than the solid stuff. By my experience and observation, this is very much how it is, though few in modern Western society are able to perceive it. I have never met a genuine alcoholic, for example, who is not afflicted by a press of dead drunks trying to get another drink — that is to say, the spirit of the bottle — through them.
I was thinking about this when I deplaned at Albuquerque airport. On my way down to baggage claim, I was greeted by a crescent line of cheery people ringing handbells, with a large explanatory sign that read: As I rode the last escalator down, I was astonished to see a lean man in dark glasses puffing on a cigarette.
Not something you expect to see in a U. When I got closer, I saw that he was not blowing smoke. Rather, as he sucked on the tube, a fine mist — a vapor — rose around him.
After I took my seat at the front of the airport shuttle, he came up the steps, still sucking on the strange cigarette. He took this as an invitation to take the vacant seat next to me. He explained how the e-cigarette, as he called it, simulates the act of tobacco smoking by using heat to vaporize a propylene glycol liquid solution into an aerosol mist that is inhaled.
I told him about the vapor drinkers in the novel. A writer and artist, he has traveled the two worlds, experimenting with lucid dreaming and the shamanic use of hallucinogens. He quickly agreed with me that the most powerful dreamers and shamans have no need of chemicals beyond those produced in their own bodies. He had lived in Bali and gave me a thrilling, step-by-step account of rituals of village exorcism in which the powers of good must be mustered against evil spirits led by the terrifying demon queen, Rangda. All of this made for a wonderfully synchronous fast and fun ride from Albuquerque to Santa Fe.
An airport lounge is the model of a liminal space, and I stop at many. It was only I was joined at the bar by a well-dressed older woman who asked the bartender for a manhattan. Before the bartender had mixed the drink, she switched her order to bourbon with ginger ale. I could not resist. We had not seen each other since. How come she was in the bar now? She synchronistically explained that three of her flights had been canceled and she had to stay overnight at an airport hotel.
Always good to ground and balance after something like that. I am an Australian. I told her that I think there are consequences for everything we do and that it is important to consider how we are collecting karma of every kind in our present lives, as well as carrying karma from other lives. More serious now, I reflected on the apparent contradiction between the idea of linear karma and the probability that in the multidimensional, synchronistic universe, everything is going on Now — and on limitless parallel event tracks.
Maybe my thoughts and actions now help or hinder in their own time — which is also now — and may be more helpful as I rise to greater consciousness of how all this works. It is possible to operate with these two seemingly contradictory visions of reality: It is like the observation in physics that something can be both a particle and a wave, and you will see it one way or the other according to how you observe it. For every setback, look for opportunity.
That is a provocative statement, hard to accept when you feel betrayed or shamed or in the depths of grief or loss. You have nothing to lose by proceeding as if , despite appearances, there may be a gift in the loss. You can try saying to yourself, Okay. That went down the tube. You may want to consider the cases of people who have been savagely beaten down by life only to rise again, showing us that there can be a tremendous synchronous gift in a wound.
I think of Harriet Tubman, the most famous conductor of the Underground Railroad, who helped hundreds of fugitive slaves escape to freedom in the North in the years before the American Civil War. Aged about eleven, she was nearly killed when she was hit in the forehead by a two-pound lead weight hurled by an angry overseer. She carried the scar for the rest of her life. When we are seized by terrible emotions of rage or grief in our own lives, we can choose to try to harness the raw energy involved and turn it — like a fire hose — toward creative or healing action. A fever, a mutilation, a cruel disappointment, a loss of wealth, a loss of friends, seems at the moment unpaid loss, and unpayable.
But the sure years reveal the remedial force that underlies all facts. This is excellent news, even or especially if the Zeus in question is a large black Lab mix. God is dog spelled backward. The mug on my desk has the motto Vocatus atque non vocatus deus aderit Invoked or uninvoked, the god is present.
This is the inscription Jung carved over the entrance to his home on the lake. The mug holds pens and pencils I reach for every day. When Jung speaks of archetypes as dynamic forces emerging from the collective unconscious and working effects in the mind and in the world, he is talking about powers that most human cultures have recognized as gods or spirits. The archetypes are not subject to time and space. Canadian dream teacher Nance Thacker recalls: Perhaps we need to return to the wisdom of the child and the ancients.
While the world around us is alive and spirited, it is also the synchronistic playground or boxing ring for spirits whose home is in other realities. Some have been worshipped as gods, invoked as angels, or feared as demons, and still are by many. A passage in the Puranas informs us that there are forty thousand orders of beings, humanoid to human perception, that are within contact range of humans. They may be friendly, hostile, or inimical to humans and human agendas.
For the ancients, the manifestation of a god did not necessarily remove the need to do some fact-checking or at least get a second opinion. There is a most illuminating story about this in the Odyssey. The hero, Odysseus, has survived sea monsters and sirens and the wrath of a sea god and is at last on his home island. But he has been away for ten years since going off to war, and almost everyone believes he is dead. His palace is full of brutish and lustful men, suitors vying for the hand of his wife, Penelope, and with it, his kingdom. Their appetites are laying waste to his livestock, his wine cellar, and his female servants.
He is mocked and scorned by the suitors and even some of his own retainers. They will find it hard to recognize him even when he shows himself in a different form. His homeland seems stranger to him than the magic, synchronistic realms from which he has returned. He must be asking himself, Which is the dream?
He may be wondering whether he is dead. He spends a sleepless night, tossing and turning. But they are many, and he is one; and even if he finds a way to kill them all, their kinsmen will come to take revenge. Why does he distrust her when she assures him that he will gain victory that day?
He wants further signs and synchronicities. He speaks to the All-Father, Zeus. Hearing thunder from a cloudless sky, the woman recognizes a sign from Zeus. Here we see oracles speak in ways the Greeks observed closely and valued highly: In the Odyssey , as in ancient Greek society, dreams and visions are the most important mode of divination and signposts of synchronicity. Yet our understanding of dreams may be deceptive, as Penelope explains in book 19 when she speaks of the since-famous gates of ivory and horn.
So even when blessed by a direct encounter with a goddess, the hero turns to the world around him for confirmation. Consciously or unconsciously, we walk on a kind of mythic edge. Just behind that gauzy veil of ordinary understanding, there are other powers, beings who live in the fifth dimension or dimensions beyond.
To them, our lives may be as open as the lives of others would be to us if we could fly over the rooftops — and nobody had a roof on their house, and we could look in and see it from every possible angle. A kairomancer is always going to be willing to look for the hidden hand in the play of coincidence and synchronicity, and to turn to more than one kind of oracle to check on the exact nature of the game. Part of the secret logic of our lives may be that our paths constantly interweave with those of numberless parallel selves, sometimes converging or even merging in synchronistic ways, sometimes diverging ever farther.
The gifts and failings of these alternate selves — with all the baggage train of their separate lives — may influence us, when our paths converge, in ways that we generally fail to recognize. Yet a sudden afflux of insight or forward-moving energy may be connected with joining up with an alternate and lively self, just as a sour mood of defeat or a series of otherwise inexplicable setbacks may relate to the shadow of a different parallel self, a Sad One or a Dark One. It is possible that every choice we make spins off a parallel event track with different outcomes.
This is becoming the mainstream view of physics, as in Many Worlds theory. In this multidimensional universe, in our multidimensional self, we are connected to many counterpart personalities living in other times, other probable realities, other dimensions. According to the choices that we make and the dramas that we live, we sometimes come closer to them; and sometimes, in a sense, we step through a portal, we step through an opening between the worlds, we step through an interdimensional membrane, and our issues and our lives and our dramas and our gifts and our karma are joined in a moment of immense synchronicity.
Then there is our relationship to other personalities, living in the past or future, whose dramas are connected to our own and may all be going on simultaneously. I think of a Mongolian warrior shaman who appeared in a recent dream, standing at a threshold. Behind him is a vast plain — a plain of battle, a plain of struggle. He is wearing a long, heavy coat of skins and furs.
His headdress is a helmet with furs. I look at this man in my dream, standing in the threshold between his reality and mine. I know that he is living at least eight centuries ago, yet we are connected now. We know each other. Such synchronous connections may be triggered by travel. You go to a new place, and you encounter the spirits of that land — including personalities that may be part of your own multidimensional story. Their gifts and challenges can become part of our current stories, not only through linear karma, but through the synchronistic interaction now across time and dimensions.
The dramas of past, future, or parallel personalities can affect us now. We can help or hinder each other. The choices that you make, the moves that you make, can attract or repel other parts of your larger self. Thus, you could logically conclude that the entire book is written in a similar tone. The book's messsage is devoted to compelling message for all of us: I have experienced similar coincidences in my life, so I know this principle is both valid and practical.
While the world around us is alive and spirited, it is also the synchronistic playground or boxing ring for spirits whose home is in other realities. That went down the tube. Swiss chemist Albert Hofmann discovered the properties of LSD by accidentally ingesting it at his lab, a synchronicity that changed the course of human history. A woman in one of my workshops told me she hears this question, put by an inner voice, many times a day. Canadian dream teacher Nance Thacker recalls: We are still generating synchronicity — songs that speak our unspoken thoughts, him calling me just as I pick up the phone to call him. He explained how the e-cigarette, as he called it, simulates the act of tobacco smoking by using heat to vaporize a propylene glycol liquid solution into an aerosol mist that is inhaled.
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