log for 2013
Cool one today. Last night, I decided to purchase a lightbox,
hopefully to help with SAD. While researching these boxes, I
came across reference to "full-spectrum light," which is
artificial light which reproduces that of natural sunlight.
This was new to me; I can't remember ever hearing of this
before. I came across mention of this again today, while
researching the lightbox more. Then, this afternoon, while
driving Tim across town, it came up in our conversation,
entirely randomly, how he'd just bought a full-spectrum light.
Very notable, imo.
Also, earlier today, I had the stray but distinct thought of
where I'd had "Not Insane" accepted to. Then, tonight, I got
an email that the new 'Used Gravitrons' issue is out, which of
course contains "Not Insane." This could be coincidence, of
course, except that it fits so well that random-thought
recurrence synchro I've noted so so many times (very often
involving which story was accepted where, as it were).
A minor one this morning, perhaps nothing. Lately, I've been
encountering a disproportionately large amount of my special
numbers (1111 and its variants, 47, 37, 33, 22, 44, etc) on
cars I get behind, usually their license plates. At a
stoplight this morning, on the way to church, I pulled behind
a car with a license plate with 57 on it, and I thought,
absently, "Well, if I'm encountering all these numbers, why
wasn't that 47?" Then, before I looked away, I noticed the
car's model number, which included 47. I would ignore this,
since it's easily coincidence, except that it was so
synchronistic in that distinct way, me seeing the 47 right
after I'd thought specifically of 47 and it testing my theory.
A pretty cool one this afternoon. This morning, on the way to
church, I had the random but very distinct thought of making
my tithe via check, for no real reason I can name. I've never
made it in anything but cash, and never had the thought to do
otherwise. Then, this afternoon, my dad came to me and,
totally out of the blue, suggested I start making my tithe via
check, for tax purposes. Very notable. Classic recurrence.
Also, had a minor reading synchro while eating lunch. Right as
I read "happy," my mom used "happy" in a sentence, the two
coinciding in that distinctly synchronous way. Perhaps
nothing, but who knows.
Minor one today, but somewhat notable. Yesterday, the
Dictionary Word of the Day was "rialto," and I looked at the
definition, since I'd heard the word before but never knew the
definition. Well, this afternoon I started reading "The City
of Falling Angels," which, as it turns out, is set in Venice,
Italy. In the first few pages, it mentioned the Rialto
theatre. Cool. Note: I didn't Notice the rialto Word of the
Day in any specific capacity, just simply opened the email and
saw it, as I have many of these Word of the Day emails, with
no synchronicity resulting. Still, notable since they were so
Cool one this evening. Just after writing "very end" on a
piece of paper, the pen I was using died, after I've been
using the pen for months. Something nearly identical happened
not too long ago, another longtime pen running out of ink just
after writing something about "the end."
A couple cool ones today. First, when reading the end of "The
City of Falling Angels" this morning, there was a part where a
guy mentioned how rats were now eating plastic in some parts
of the world, which was strange because, according to this
man, rats mimick what people eat. "And people don't eat
plastic!" Well, at lunch, about a half-hour later, I went to
take a bite of my rice and veggies and I found a little white
sliver in it -- plastic. The best I can figure out is that it
came from one of the bags my frozen vegetables were in, from
where I cut it open -- a mundane enough explanation there.
But, for it to coincide with reading about people eating
plastic, I had to find that notable, especially since, if I've
ever found plastic in my food in any form, it has been a very
long time ago. I laughed.
Then, in "The Given Day," there was another Tidewater
reference, harkening back to that minor synchro back at the
beach, when I'd parked at the Tidewater Resort in an effort to
get wifi internet, then read of Tidewater something or other
in "Absalom, Absalom" soon after. Not notable in itself.
Though, it's interesting that this was the Tidewater hotel,
when the Tidewater resort I'd been by was a hotel.
A couple minor ones today. Last night, when realizing that I
have parasites again, I thought, distantly but distinctly, of
how turpentine on sugar cubes is supposed to be an
anti-parasitic, thinking this for the first time since I read
about it about 5-6 months ago. Then, at lunch today, I read in
"The Given Day" how people put turpentine on sugar cubes to
cure various things. Also at lunch and while reading "The
Given Day," I took a sip of tea and immediately after went
back to reading. My eyes fell, randomly, to "teacup" as I did
so -- not searching it out, but just falling directly to that,
despite it being on the page opposite the one I was reading.
It was a little more notable consider that it happened in that
distinctly synchronous fashion, me seeing the word before I'd
even put my cup of tea back down.
A repeat of the "teacup" synchro today, at lunch again, except
this time it was "he lifted his teacup," right as I was
lifting mine. I read this just a split second *after* I'd
started going for the teacup. I could explain this as
subconscious reading ahead, because the words were on the same
page I'd been reading just before I went for my teacup;
though, it could just as easily be explained as a
synchronicity, especially considering it coincided so
synchronously with my reaching for my cup of tea. I laughed,
in any case.
Minor thought synchro this afternoon. I was driving down the
road, thinking a long, convoluted chain of thought that ended
with my father. Immediately after, I came up upon his sign
shop, which his truck was parked at. Right as I approached,
the truck started off and I passed it. This could have been
nothing at all and I wouldn't have noted it, except that the
thought of my father and seeing his truck coincided so well,
when the chain of thought which led to him went so far back,
long before I even approached the sign shop. Also, the fact
that he was in the truck and it started off to the curb right
as I passed was somewhat notable timing.
Follow-up to the full-spectrum-light thing. I'd mentioned it
to [my friend] when it first happened, and she came back with
how she had one for her keyboard music. Upon reading that, I
had the thought of why such a light would be useful for
reading music, but I didn't ask. Then, this morning at church,
I noticed a light on the keyboardist's music -- a
full-spectrum light, very very bright, apt for contrasting
with the white paper of the music. May be nothing, but I just
thought it notable that I seemed to get my question answered.
An unexpected one today. I got an email that I have a new
follower on Twitter, Daniel P. Coughlin, a complete stranger
to me. In the current book I'm reading, "The Given Day," the
main character is named Danny Coughlin. Hmm.
Lots of random, less notable synchronicity today -- another of
those days. Most of it was "those numbers," the 33's and 11's
and 47's and 37's and 22's, etc. I wrote off the first few,
but after the twentieth or so, I just surrendered to it: they
were simply everywhere, and every time I would try and write
them off, another would pop up (the funniest was when I was
thinking this, then immediately looked up to a sign for
Highway 11, with one sign pointing left and one pointing right
for North and South -- creating yet another 1111). Also, when
[my friend] and I went to our one Goodwill of the day, I
counted a grand total over 17 of the same books I'd listed for
sale on ebay just the day before, and I didn't even look too
in-depth at all the books (it was a Goodwill "bookstore," with
too many books to look at entirely).
A really damn cool one. While listening to a Smashing Pumpkins
album Monday night, I'd thought, randomly, about how, as a
child, I'd mistaken Billy Corgan's name as Billy Coogan. Then,
today, I read in "The Given Day" where there was a minor
character named Billy Coogan, that spelling exactly.
This morning, on the way home from grocery shopping, I
thought, randomly but distinctly, about how some people are
unable to value abstract art for various reasons, due to
perception and the like. "Value," I specifically thought of it
in that term. Then, several hours later while walking at the
park, I passed a couple people conversing, and the man said
something along the lines of, "...there's just some that's so
abstract I can't value it." I didn't specifically hear him say
whether it was art or not, but it was way too easy to see it
referring to just that. This harkens back to other, nearly
identical recurrences I've experienced.
Also, a similar one happened at lunch today, while reading a
Richard Matheson short story about mental energy and the way
it can be exchanged between people, in a psychic sense. Just
yesterday and this morning, I'd thought of exactly this
phenomenon. Furthermore, I'd been *questioning* it, thinking
of how, even though I seem to have experienced it myself, I
had the illogical feeling that it didn't exist, simply because
others didn't believe in it or acknowledge it if they did --
typical mercury thinking. Anyway, when I read that short story
today, just hours after last thinking about the subject, it
not only recurred the subject but seemed to say, "Yes, there
are others who believe in this." Still, it could have been
nothing; I only logged it after the abstract-art thing above,
because the two were very similar in their recurrence-like
First, a pronounced thought synchro while working out and
listening to music. Just as I took in a deep breath in
preparation of lifting heavy weights, the song said "take a
breath in," with that distinctly synchronistic timing, the two
coinciding so perfectly I couldn't have planned it. But,
here's the kicker: I didn't need to do that deep-breathing
prep for that exercise, because I wasn't yet tired enough (I
reserve it for when I get fatigued and need to lift heavy,
since it seems to lose effectiveness with repetition). I even
knew this, yet I went ahead and breathed deep, For No Real
Then, afterward, I felt Compelled to go to Goodwill again, as
I have so many times. While there, looking at books, I found
two notable ones, both of which had been at the very last
Goodwill I'd visited, in Dublin, VA, earlier this week. One
was "Hand of Fate," a book I'd seen two copies of at the last
Goodwill and Noticed both of them, so very distinctly. The
other was "The Box," which I'd bought at the last Goodwill,
and had never known to exist previously, much less see it at a
Goodwill. Yet, there they both were, two visits in a row in
stores about 150 miles apart.
Then, another one, this one simple recurrence of an archetype
of "sedated monkey." It startedt his morning, when I went to a
random webpage of funny pictures [my friend] linked to me, in
which there was a picture of a dozing monkey with a subtitle
saying that the monkey was sedated. Then, this evening, about
eight hours later, I read in the book "Congo," which I'd been
Compelled to start reading yesterday, where a monkey was
sedated. This could've been chance, of course, but I find it
notable since it's such a distinct and uncommon archetype
repeated within the course of less than twelve hours.
Really cool one today. Yesterday in traffic, I Noticed this
bumper sticker on a car, seeing only that it had UNIQUE amidst
some smaller text. It stood out to me with a definite,
capitalized Notice. Then, on the way to the gym this
afternoon, I pulled up on a stoplight with one car at it. The
light changed seconds before I approached, but the car there
didn't move right away, unlike what I was expecting, so I had
to brake hard, coming close to their bumper. Because I got so
close, I was able to see the exact same UNIQUE bumper sticker
from yesterday. I want to say it was the same car, but I can't
be 100% on the memory from yesterday, since I only Noticed the
bumper sticker rather than the car (it was in the exact same
place on the bumper, though, the very left corner).
Regardless, it was certainly notable, since I don't think I've
seen that bumper sticker elsewhere. The logistics of this one
are the coolest, since 1) the car was noticeably late moving
through the stoplight after it had turned green, longer than
one would expect, and 2) I wouldn't normally have come so
close to them, since I normally, as a rule, avoid expecting
behavior of other drivers and just adapt to whatever they do,
except that my dad was with me and I was distract -- which is
to say, any other time I would've stopped a safe distance
back, too far to see read the UNIQUE bumper sticker. Without
either the car's late start or my late braking, I may not have
seen the bumper sticker.
Then, a minor one tonight. When I'd gone to submit "Comfort"
tonight, I eventually settled on a magazine titled 'Strange
Horizons,' my first time submitting there. Then, about two
hours later, I felt Compelled to look up books about the
Mothman Prophecies, and on the first one I looked at, it
quoted a review from 'Strange Horizons.'
Another one of those days with lots of random, otherwise
unnotable synchro. Lots of things repeating themselves, such
as stray words and themes from [my friend]'s last email, which
I answered this morning. One was that I responded to how she
didn't know there was a North Myrtle Beach and Myrtle Beach,
and then, immediately after I closed the email, I printed out
the day's book orders to fill, and two of the addresses were
from such cities (South San Franscisco and some North Florida
city). Then, at lunch, I mentioned to my mom how I wanted
Neosporin for my cut mouth, and she gave me some off-brand
stuff that we weren't sure was the equivalent, which forced me
to look up the ingredients and see that the off-brand had zinc
in it. Then, a couple hours later while reading "One Flew Over
The Cuckoo's Nest," it mentioned zinc ointment. Lots of little
things like this today.
A minor one today. While waiting for a stoplight to change, a
line of three schoolbuses passed in front of me. As the second
one came into view, I had a strong yet illogical feeling that
the numbers on it and the next one were meaningful. The
numbers on the first were 29, and the second were 50. 5029, it
had no meaning to me, so I just ignored the feeling and
chalked it up to subconscious projection and the like. Then,
however, a few seconds later the light changed, and as I
turned left, a car pulled in front of me. It's license plate
read "5029." I would easily rule this out as coincidence
except that a) the two coincided so closely together, within
less than a minute, and 2) I had felt so strongly that the
schoolbus numbers were "meaningful."
Then, a really cool on tonight. Recently, I'd thought about
getting a paper shredder to shred all my credit card
statements and the like before recycling them. I knew there
was one around here somewhere but I couldn't find it, and
eventually I forgot. But then, tonight, when I had some credit
card receipts to throw away, I remembered, and wrote a note.
Just before bed, as I was carrying the credit card receipts up
my basement stairs to put them in the recycling bin, the
receipts again reminded me of the shredder. Instantaneously, I
found the shredder, sitting on the basement steps, hidden
under a pile of things. The discover and thoughts of the
shredder coincided in that perfectly simultaneous,
"synchronous" way. My first thought was that maybe I'd seen
the shredder out of the corner of my eye and had that trigger
the simultaneous thoughts of it, but, looking back, I saw that
wasn't the case, because I could trace the thoughts of the
shredder to the receipts I was carrying, and how I wanted to
shred them up. Very notable.
A very bizzare, yet very notable one tonight. It started
earlier this week, when I read the book 'Invisible Monsters,'
in which it involved a scene in which a man having a seizure
has a wallet put in his mouth -- the first I've ever heard of
the practice (I've heard of putting a pencil or other hard
object in the mouth of someone seizing, but never a wallet).
Then, in the book I read immediately after, 'One Flew Over The
Cuckoo's Nest,' it too involved a scene in which someone
seizing had a wallet put in their mouth. That was notable
enough, since I'd never heard of the practice prior and then
read of it in two sequentially read books, but also, both the
scenes in the book involved sex with the seizing person in
some capacity. There were differences in the sex (one was
heterosexual, one was homosexual, as well as one person faking
a seizure and the other actually having one), but the
archetype was still definitely there: sex with someone having
a seizure who gets a wallet put in their mouth.
Word synchro: "Navaho." This was in 'One Flew Over The
Cuckoo's Nest' a couple times, and I'd never seen it spelled
this way, always having seen it spelled with a 'j' before.
Then, today, it was in 'A Dirty Job,' same spelling. Notable,
though not hugely so. Also, on a lesser note, 'brown mustard.'
This was in the 'UV' book I read in a couple sittings today,
mentioned offhand in an example if I remember right, and I
Noticed it slightly. Then, less than an hour later, it was the
subject of a small scene in 'A Dirty Job.' Maybe nothing, but
I did Notice it originally, and I can't remember the last I'd
read specifically about brown mustard.
Another day of those random, minor synchros which would be
unnotable if there weren't so damn many of them. The two most
coherent ones were thought synchros, where a completely
independent chain of thought coincided with reading or hearing
the exact word I was thinking of (for instance, my thinking of
things being "orchestrated," just as someone said
"orchestrated," and me thinking of getting my eBay final-value
credit back on something, immediately before I read "credit"
in 'A Dirty Job').