Palinurus
The Living Force
Funny topic, this. :D
I have had all these kind of phenomena as were already mentioned, occurring to me irregularly for prolonged periods of time during my whole life. Any one of these items seemed to happen like some sort of clustered events, but I almost never have been able to link them consistently to any other part of my life -- be it mental state, emotional state, state of being, concurrent pursuits, or whatever. I gave up trying to understand how or why these things happen, and settled for just being content with noticing their occurrence and observing their course. I never attached any special meaning or particular weight to any of them ever, and I severely doubt whether they could have any merit whatsoever; but that's just me of course.
I can add to the list two more rather striking examples of synchronicities from my personal experience.
The first one has to do with traffic lights. I've been a fervent walker all my life and repeatedly I have noticed periods of several consecutive months wherein almost all traffic lights I ever encountered on my strolls went to green on my approach, so as to never have to wait anywhere and just carry on walking uninterrupted. I remember that on one occasion, when this phenomenon had taken on a very absurd intrusive and rather in your face appearance impossible to be ignored, the thought came to me that maybe some force somewhere was trying to hasten my life's itinerary because, as is well known, every step one takes brings one another step closer to one's grave, supposedly. A sobering thought, which dismissed on the spot any favorable delusion I might have had about this expeditiousness.
The second example has an interesting twist and is from a fairly recent date, i.e. the start of the historical events database project or rather my firm commitment to participating in it. I took it upon me to read the works of Flavius Josephus.
As it so happened I was already busy before I committed myself to this database project, with some extensive reading at a regular schedule (about 8 to 10 hours a week) notably of a series of Memoirs written and published by a now deceased, rather notorious maverick Dutch journalist and author: Willem Oltmans. More background on him here. I had always wanted to read these books but couldn't afford buying them when they were printed, so I was delighted to find out that they were all integrally posted recently on an Internet site with free access to them to boot. When I decided to lay these Memoirs aside for a while and switch over to reading Flavius Josephus's works for the database project in stead, I had just reached #15 on the list (i.e. 1973). I fully expected after this switch to continue my reading on an equal footing and to dedicate yet again at least 8 to 10 hours a week to the new task.
However, from the moment I earnestly committed myself to this database project and started my preliminary research into the writer, his works, the available translations, and so on, something rather weird began to happen -- albeit in such an inconspicuous way initially that only in hindsight was I able to ascertain a recurring pattern in this seemingly randomized series of little mishaps which I firstly attributed merely to chance. I will spare you the plethora of trivial details and just make the statement that I never would've thought that each and every single day could harbor so many instances of obstruction, delay, detour, draining, distraction, and other time consuming futilities -- which all inevitably led to one similar result: at the end of each day when I was wont to finally start my reading again, I more often than not found myself rather short on available time. There even have been weeks in which I merely could squeeze out half an hour at random here or there for this assignment, and I myself am certainly as much astonished as anyone that I nevertheless was able to complete the shorter of Josephus's two main works (Wars of the Jews) within an acceptable time frame.
I'm very curious about what will happen when I'll start shortly with the reading of the second main work (Antiquities of the Jews), now that I've posted about these weird happenings here.
The fact that it took the better part of a whole week after completing this first reading, before I finally could find the time and the peace of mind to sit down and write this post about what happened to me during this endeavor --having tried several times before with quite a few different drafts-- while also fighting urges to quit because of supposed irrelevance, inanity and overblown self importance, impresses me as just another token of how this particular phenomenon appears to work: control system into overdrive, or something like that.
Slave to the matrix, anyone? Wouldn't be surprised one bit. :P
Anyway, thanks for reading. :)
I have had all these kind of phenomena as were already mentioned, occurring to me irregularly for prolonged periods of time during my whole life. Any one of these items seemed to happen like some sort of clustered events, but I almost never have been able to link them consistently to any other part of my life -- be it mental state, emotional state, state of being, concurrent pursuits, or whatever. I gave up trying to understand how or why these things happen, and settled for just being content with noticing their occurrence and observing their course. I never attached any special meaning or particular weight to any of them ever, and I severely doubt whether they could have any merit whatsoever; but that's just me of course.
I can add to the list two more rather striking examples of synchronicities from my personal experience.
The first one has to do with traffic lights. I've been a fervent walker all my life and repeatedly I have noticed periods of several consecutive months wherein almost all traffic lights I ever encountered on my strolls went to green on my approach, so as to never have to wait anywhere and just carry on walking uninterrupted. I remember that on one occasion, when this phenomenon had taken on a very absurd intrusive and rather in your face appearance impossible to be ignored, the thought came to me that maybe some force somewhere was trying to hasten my life's itinerary because, as is well known, every step one takes brings one another step closer to one's grave, supposedly. A sobering thought, which dismissed on the spot any favorable delusion I might have had about this expeditiousness.
The second example has an interesting twist and is from a fairly recent date, i.e. the start of the historical events database project or rather my firm commitment to participating in it. I took it upon me to read the works of Flavius Josephus.
As it so happened I was already busy before I committed myself to this database project, with some extensive reading at a regular schedule (about 8 to 10 hours a week) notably of a series of Memoirs written and published by a now deceased, rather notorious maverick Dutch journalist and author: Willem Oltmans. More background on him here. I had always wanted to read these books but couldn't afford buying them when they were printed, so I was delighted to find out that they were all integrally posted recently on an Internet site with free access to them to boot. When I decided to lay these Memoirs aside for a while and switch over to reading Flavius Josephus's works for the database project in stead, I had just reached #15 on the list (i.e. 1973). I fully expected after this switch to continue my reading on an equal footing and to dedicate yet again at least 8 to 10 hours a week to the new task.
However, from the moment I earnestly committed myself to this database project and started my preliminary research into the writer, his works, the available translations, and so on, something rather weird began to happen -- albeit in such an inconspicuous way initially that only in hindsight was I able to ascertain a recurring pattern in this seemingly randomized series of little mishaps which I firstly attributed merely to chance. I will spare you the plethora of trivial details and just make the statement that I never would've thought that each and every single day could harbor so many instances of obstruction, delay, detour, draining, distraction, and other time consuming futilities -- which all inevitably led to one similar result: at the end of each day when I was wont to finally start my reading again, I more often than not found myself rather short on available time. There even have been weeks in which I merely could squeeze out half an hour at random here or there for this assignment, and I myself am certainly as much astonished as anyone that I nevertheless was able to complete the shorter of Josephus's two main works (Wars of the Jews) within an acceptable time frame.
I'm very curious about what will happen when I'll start shortly with the reading of the second main work (Antiquities of the Jews), now that I've posted about these weird happenings here.
The fact that it took the better part of a whole week after completing this first reading, before I finally could find the time and the peace of mind to sit down and write this post about what happened to me during this endeavor --having tried several times before with quite a few different drafts-- while also fighting urges to quit because of supposed irrelevance, inanity and overblown self importance, impresses me as just another token of how this particular phenomenon appears to work: control system into overdrive, or something like that.
Slave to the matrix, anyone? Wouldn't be surprised one bit. :P
Anyway, thanks for reading. :)