I have ludicrous amounts of coincidence in my life.
It's far beyond thinking of someone and then they call. I have quit being surprised when I dream of someone and hear from them the next day, or even when I dream very detailed, seemingly random events that later come true.
It's really more a matter of synchronicity. In the 1920s, Swiss psychologist Carl Jung developed the term to explain "the experience of two or more events as meaningfully related, whereas they are unlikely to be causally related." It's meaningful coincidence, though the events do not have to happen simultaneously and there doesn't have to be explanation of their meaning in terms of cause and effect.
For Jung, synchronicity gave a basis to his concepts of "archetype" and "the collective unconscious".
For me, it means a whole bunch of batshit.
It happens so often that it's become a fucking joke within the Castration Committee. But what also regularly happens is that these patterns of synchronistic events precede the most poignant and profound moments in my life. They are like omens for what's coming, both good and bad.
When my crying jag started last week, it took about two days to run its course. In addition to all of the stress I've been under, Friday brought a series of events that were both unexpected and unsurprising. Unrelated to each other, but these two currents in my life that should be skew—meaning they are not parallel and do not intersect—began to curve toward each other and resulted in a momentary traversion.
That continuum of crisscross marked yet another landmark event in my life, specifically with Bounder—the person with whom I am most synchronous.
Days before it happened, I told Hot Pocket and Growler that something was brewing. ("Something penis this way comes," I said.) I could feel it, the shift in energy around me. I'm very sensitive to such things; Absolem once told me I was like some kind of freaky, voodoo static magnet. I just feel other people's energies. With the people I'm closest to, I can do it from a distance. I just know when something is wrong or happening.
The synchronicity often comes in waves, and inundations of it often herald the approaching crazy.
Right now, and especially tonight, I am swimming in portent.
I don't know what this will be. I almost never do. I just know that it is coming. It doesn't feel bad, though it does feel colossal. Based on what happened in the past week and what I know is supposed to happen over the next month, I could take a guess as to what (and whom) in involves, but the details won't be revealed until the actual time.
Part of it is that I am open to the idea. I am willing to see signs and meaning in the strangest of things. I do actively look for it in my life, though I try very hard not to see more into something than is actually there. Sometimes when I call something out and name it for being important, the person on the receiving end of the prognostication will tell me I'm full of shit. All too often, I get to tell them I told you so.
Four hundred years ago, I would've been burned at the stake.
I pay attention to these things, because my life has consistently shown me that there's reason for me to do so. I get these vibes, for lack of a better term, and they almost always happen just before my path shifts dramatically.
In the past, when it's been this strong, Fate has stepped in and forced me to come face-to-face with my next step, the impact so strong that it leaves me figuratively bruised and shaken. She's a bitch, for sure, but I know better than to fuck with her. There's a reason for it, every time, although I don't always see it until it's too late to even beg her to let me turn back.
Whatever it is this time... okay. I can rail against it and be a petulant, ungrateful little brat about it, or I can just accept that something crucial is about to happen and conserve my energy for when it actually plays out. Someone important is going to need those energy stores, and I have the feeling that it's someone very, very important to me.
It feels like a test, of everything that has come before, of everything I have learned over the last three years. And I hope I'm up to the challenge. I hope I have the skills to fight this battle—and maybe even the Vorpal sword one of us will need to slay that Jabberwocky.
Just as I was finishing this piece, getting ready to post it, my phone popped up with a push notification from my Facebook fan page. Earlier in the evening, I posted asking for suggestions for what to write about for a new blog post. This is what I see when my phone got my attention: