Synchronicity log for 2010


In the morning a line from a Skid Row song popped into my head: "It's just spittle right off my chin." I have no idea why it popped up, but it stayed there off and on for hours; I couldn't keep from thinking of it.
    At church, I blew my nose during the service, and after, as I was in the bathroom, I happened to rub my chin, and my hand came back with mucus on it. I'd apparently blown mucus down onto my chin, missing the napkin I blew into. It wasn't quite spittle, but was uncannily close.

Synchronicity: One Man's Experience book, paranormal,
              unknown, higher dimensions, mystery, Aaron Garrison