Synchronicity
log for 2017
6/1/17
Another day much in the vein of last week or so, again
beginning just after leaving the house and getting on the
highway, with a cool standout-ish conspicuous-type traffic 37
plate. It started when I got behind an abnormally slow car
just after taking the ramp up, forcing me to slow to keep safe
pace/distance, etc, and then I had to do so even longer
because another car was coming up alongside in the other lane,
so that I couldn't pass -- and of course, when it did pass, it
"revealed" its 730 plate directly into my line of sight, etc,
and again in that perfectly patternistic "drifter"-type
fashion, such that I had to notice, same for the circumstances
involved. Had a few more conspicuous-type ones later in the
day, but none so "intelligent" as this one. Had another
moderate showing of general 37 plates and the like through
afternoon, then again tapering off to about nothing as evening
neared.
Thought-type ones were about the same as last couple days too,
and again with another brief-yet-notable little cluster of
lunchtime-reading "echoes," these preceeded with another
subtle "ramp-up" of quieter/super-subtle/subjective/"small"
ones beginning late morning. Couple examples of the lunchtime
ones, several of which were noticeably delayed rather than
perfectly synchronistic: reading "cold" repeatedly in the
'Murder Room' book, and thus thinking of the cold-brew coffee
I'd just bought and taken the first sip of, and thus thinking
"Now, keeping with the echoes, why didn't it mention cold
coffee in some capacity instead of just 'cold'?" -- and then,
on the very next paragraph (yet on a new page, invisible to me
when I'd had these thoughts), it did indeed mention "cold
coffee," and randomly so, no in relation to the several "cold"
comments leading up to it, just describing the man's coffee
(kept with the 4-5 second delay of several in the cluster);
and then, a couple pages later, a very similar one when, while
randomly reading about the fugitives/superhuman-type criminals
in the book, I'd as randomly thought about my gut issues and
then, subsequently, randomly thought, "Why does it seem that
none of these supervillian types have gut issues like me?" or
something to that effect -- and then, on the next page (again
very shortly after my thoughts, but 100% invisible to
me/unalluded-to, etc, when I'd had them) the book went into a
part about how the next villain they were going after had
"stomach problems," which was notable/reasonably precise in
itself, but then it turned out that the "problems" were
ulcered stomach lining, etc, which is exactly what I'd been
thinking about in regards to my own gut issues, leaky
gut/holes in the gut lining, etc, haha. Probably a dozen or so
total, again to varying degrees of notability.
Then, about 30 minutes later and after my state/condition had
"shifted" somewhat, had a more coherent/notable standout
(though still of both a delayed and echo-y nature). It started
when, precisely as I read "He lit a cigarette" in the book, I
heard the clicking of what I thought to be a lighter from
nearby, and sure enough, the man who'd just come out of SB was
lighting a cigarette, such that the text and his initial
lighting was perfectly synchronistic, though I didn't register
these until slightly later due to having to make the
connection and then look over (thus keeping with the "delayed"
theme, it would seem). And then, about a minute and a page
later, it happened more or less again, with the same man. He'd
been talking to a couple of women at the other end of the
patio from me, chatting them up in a semi-flirtatious/romantic
manner, I thought, and precisely as he said something which I
similarly thought to be disengaging/a thinly-veiled goodbye/a
"not-interested" romantic message, I got to "He's tired of her
and wants to move on" in the book, again with a slight delay
and not quite as precise as the cigarette part, but close
enough on both accounts to be quite notable (and, again, this
one could've been an echo of my thoughts/perceptions as much
as the actual event, or both, can't say).
6/2/17
Slight uptick and slight change today, corresponding with
slight shift in state/condition/consciousness, etc.
First that I noticed of the day were some more recurrences
through morning and then lunchtime reading, these of a
longwinded type I've had but not so much lately, as opposed to
the super-subtle/vague little "echo-y" ones I have had lately.
These have been subtle but more just in that random, sort of
"ominous" way where I'll suddenly begin encountering the same
things and from several entirely random sources, all in the
same subtly distinct way (but not at all notable in
themselves, just stuff randomly popping up in my
thoughts/reading/experiences after being absent prior). Some
that I've noted: the Odyssey, maybe 3-4 from random sources;
tuberculosis; Sherlock Holmes; forensics; ghosts; Scarface in
there a couple times. Plus probably a half-dozen others I'm
forgetting, amongst others that just sort of fell into the
background.
Had a standout recurrence today, either a standout
super-subtle/more-coherent version of these or just a "normal"
one, not sure. Started this morning when, totally randomly
while scanning Airbnb, I came across an "Artist's studio," in
which the pictures showed, first, that the space was far too
sunny for my tastes, such that the bedroom would be lit up in
the morning rather than dark, and, second, in one room there
was a great big painting on the wall, of nude blonde women,
which I both noticed/Noticed in that special way. Then, at
lunch, several pages into the 'Murder Room' book, a chapter
started with this sentence: "Sunlight and traffic noise
flooded the dim studio with the gallery of grinning
frontal-nude blondes," with this referring to a studio that
belonged to an artist, and the "frontal-nude blondes" being in
his prominent paintings -- almost 100% precisely what I'd seen
in the Airbnb ad, and also, when I was browsing the pictures
of the studio, one showed the outside and that it was directly
above several businesses, right on the street, and I'd vaguely
thought about how there'd be street noise in it. Pretty damn
notable, yet so odd and random and with a distinctly different
"feel" than a lot of the recurrences I've had recently.
Again had a little cluster of echo-y ones at lunch, once again
beginning when I sat down to read, as if on cue, damn surreal.
Started with several that were much like yesterday's "several
seconds delayed," subtle ones, such as randomly reading
"opened glass door" in the book about a second before the
glass door next to me at DD was randomly opened, and then, a
little more coherent/precise/less-delayed (more of that
"maturing"/"graduating" process), reading "murder" in the book
almost perfectly synchronistically with the overhead TV
randomly saying "murder," as to have that notable "striking"
quality to it.
Actually had a couple more just afterward involving the TV,
the first almost exactly like the murder one except involving
my phone, when I read "transferring" on it perfectly
synchronistically with the TV randomly saying "transfer." This
one was a bit more notable, too, considering that I'd read the
phone text right as it turned on and went to the splash
screen, with it on an animated/"slide-down" alert regarding
the SD card in the phone, as to have that "animated" quality
of some of these, with the text "appearing"/"shouting" into my
line of sight perfectly synchronistically with the TV word, as
to be just a super-surreal echo.
Then, a minute later or so, an even more notable one,
beginning when, for some reason, my attention was randomly
drawn to an image on the TV, which was a doctor with a scalpel
about to cut into a patient on an operating table (into their
chest/torso, as it were), and then, a split second later when
I resumed reading the book after having laid it down and taken
a bite of food, the very first words I read were "Torsos had
been slashed open," in that distinctly patternistic fashion of
these. Really damn surreal, given the images/total
randomness/"striking" timing of it all.
And then, a couple hours later in mid-afternoon, had a very
similar one involving the radio. Started when I was randomly
counting out the money I was about to put back in my wallet (a
totally random amount, of which was included that $15 I'd
gotten totally unexpectedly today when returning the key to
the UPS box) and I saw it was $95 -- precisely as the radio
randomly said "ninety-five," not in regards to money but still
literally 100%, and perfectly synchronistic, etc.
Numbers were similarly upticked today, not a whole lot but
noticeably more than lately, and with a little more
clarity/conspicuousness too. Had just more "sightings" in
general, both in traffic on plates and just in random
sources/signs/receipts, etc, in general. Some standout ones:
another of those "Compelled to stop and let a driver into
traffic only to have its 37 plate 'revealed' to me," this time
a truck out in Little River; had several of those "random
nearby strangers speaking a repeat aloud right as I entered
their presence," a couple cashiers quoting 37-containing
totals again, as well as a women who, when approaching me in
line at DD, randomly looked at her watch and told her child
"It's 11:11," this one with that eerily surreal precision of
some of these, haha; a cool one on the way home from
Shallotte, a double, when, first, another recklessly speeding
driver first tailgated me, drawing my attention, and then
recklessly passed me, thus revealing its 137 plate, but not
before the truck had forced another car to move up in traffic
and, thus, "reveal" it's 37 plate to me, drifter-style (as
they went past down the road, their plates were juxtaposed, in
that doubling fashion of some of these).
Also, a few scattered parking-lot ones, not too many today
(but then, I didn't stop in many parking lots today). Most
standoutish one was at the UPS place when, after parking in
the only spot reserved for UPS specifically, I ended up
directly beside a car with a 37 plate, heh.
6/3/17
Had a pretty big uptick for numbers today, again corresponding
with the flight up north, as seems to always be the case more
or less. Had a noticeable amount while on the way to the
airport after lunch, after only background-static-level
two-digit traffic plates and the like beforehand. And then,
after getting up there and taking the taxi, again and an
explosion of them more or less, these coming in clusters
rather than being a steady onslaught as times past, but when
they were there, they were there, again in that ridiculous
profusion, on plates everywhere I looked, on signs, in random
sources like receipts and the like, everything, both
conspicuous and subtle and everything in between, just so
ridiculously surreal, especially given the establishment of
this pattern now, to where it can be predicted with pretty
decent reliability (albeit only subjectively).
Did have a pretty notable standout just after lunch at the MB
SB, a 4-banger unbelievably, of the rare kind. Was all
parking-lots, beginning with just a "normal" one just as I
started from the lot, and then, a split second later, my
attention was drawn to a car beginning to back out, which also
had a 37-variant plate, and then, almost immediately
afterward, I saw a third, and then, finally, head spinning, I
encountered a fourth a split second later when I stopped to
turn, this one another of those "having to look randomly at a
certain place to see who's coming, only to be staring directly
at the plate." In effect, had another of those ridiculously
surreal "one-two-three-four"/"wham-bam"/greater than the sum
of its parts-type effect, with all four coming "at me" within
the space of 2-3 seconds. It's like it signaled a "beginning"
to the day's travel-storm.
Thought-wise, activity was much like last few days, both in
volume and "format," again beginning with another of those
ramping-up clusters spanning late morning and then lunchtime
reading. Began with more echo-y ones, probably 4-5 just before
lunch and right after I sat down to read, such as reading "Da
Vinci of the Dead" in the 'Murder Room' book precisely as a
nearby stranger on the phone said "Dee? Dee?," which is
exactly how I'd perceived/registered the "Da Vinci of the
Dead," it's "double Ds" featuring primarily in my perception
of it, in that now-patternistic fashion. Also, other "lesser"
ones like randomly-but-objectively/needing-to swallowing after
a long time chewing a big bite or something like that,
precisely as I randomly read "swallowed" in the book -- same
"small but ridiculously surreal"-type ones.
And then, again during the last part of the meal and seeming
to signal a "maturing"/cohering, a really damn cool standout
which was almost exactly like that one yesterday with the
weird newish kind of recurrence of the "artist's
studio"/"blonde nudes" one, except "faster" and with
significantly less delay. It started when, as I started eating
that weird-but-wonderful strawberries and potatoes dish I'd
fixed up randomly, and I had a string of random-but-objective
thoughts: first, of how it was like strawberry shortcake,
which then signaled vaguely related thoughts of birthday
cake/birthday party, and then similarly vague thoughts of "but
this is just a part of my lunch"/"I'm eating the strawberry
birthday cake a lunch" or something along those lines -- and
then, on the very next page in the book, it first mentioned a
birthday party, and then, just after, this line: "On Sunday,
June 3, I called on you. Brought you pot-cheese --
strawberries. We had lunch," thus echoing the symbols of
"strawberries," birthday/party, and lunch I'd just thought of
less than a minute or so earlier. And it also bears mentioning
that it was lunchtime on June 3rd when I'd had these thoughts,
also echoed exactly there (though I hadn't thought of June
3rd; still notable anyhow). Highly notable in itself despite
its slight imprecision/distortion/weirdness, but also seems to
be an emerging new kind/variant.
And then that evening at dinnertime reading had another,
almost identical, yet not quite as intense/notable/coherent
cluster, again running the gamut of various kinds but all
generally "echo-y." One example I remember (though, again, all
were pretty notable in themselves): right as I'd decided I was
seeing enough activity/coherence/notability to warrant writing
down a note, I randomly read "scribbling notes" in the book,
again for the first time in the book (and, of course, that was
exactly how I'd envisioned/registered these thoughts in my
mind's eye, me going to my notepad and hastily writing down
some sort of catch-all note indicating the cluster ...).
And then two cool just-after-lunch very notable standouts,
just now remembered after finding lost notes, both
"faster"-type classical recurrences, both beginning during
lunchtime reading session. First was when, in the 'Murder
Room' book, it mentioned the murder of an IRS employee, a
collector for when people don't pay after repeated
billings/requests/mailings, etc, as it were the first I'd ever
heard that there were such people (however logical I suppose
it would be; the first I'd ever *thought*, consciously, of
such folks, I suppose) -- and then, when I got into the car
and keyed the ignition just after lunch, I think about 30
minutes later, the radio was playing an ad for one of those
tax-payment-help services, in which either the first words or
close to the first words, I can't remember, were "IRS
enforcer," after which it went into a scare-story about how
the IRS has "enforcers" that come to collect on people who owe
back taxes, exactly the same person I'd just seen described in
the book, though it didn't refer to the murdered employee as
an "enforcer." Hugely notable, really; a sort of combination
classical recurrence and "keying ignition to hear something
I'd just been thinking/hearing about over the radio," a
"faster" of the first or a "delayed"/longwinded of the second,
I guess.
And then, a very similar though somewhat more-delayed one when
I got to the airport, about 30 minutes later. Also in the
book, about the very last page I read before finishing for the
session had mentioned Elliot Ness and his GMan "Untouchables,"
the first I'd read of him and the GMen in some time, maybe
since I'd last read his autobiography a year or so ago -- and
then, in the airport parking lot, the car I ended up parking
directly behind had the tag "GMAN." This one another one that
was pretty damn notable in itself, but doubly so considering
the circumstances and ridiculously random/complex chain of
events that saw me parking in this parking space in this
particular wing of the AP lot. I went to the place where I
usually park, but there were no spaces there, and the lot was
so crowded, I had to drive two lots over, way into the
overspill section farthest away from the terminal -- and there
was that GMAN car, beside the very first available spot I came
to, Just Happening to echo what I'd read for the first time in
a while during lunch ...
6/4/17
Almost identical to yesterday in terms of numbers, but very
few coherent thought-type ones overall, and really only a few
subtles too (and wasn't this what happened during last NYC
trip, lots of numbers but few other kinds, as if the
headsickness/confusion I get up here seems to stifle that
portion of the phenomenon?).
Numbers again exploded right after leaving, during the Lyft
ride to church, literally immediately when I got in and my
eyes fell directly on the dashboard reading that said
"CRUISING RANGE 73 MILES," in regards to the gas (and soon
ticked down to 72 as we got going ...). Also, had another of
those ridiculously surreal "one-two-three-four"-succession
4-bangers almost exactly like yesterday after lunch, when I
first saw two plates immediately back-to-back (three-digit
ones I think, too), a split second before seeing the 10:37
dashboard clock when I looked away, and then immediately
having my eyes fall on a fourth random plate afterward -- wow.
Then, had another of those periodic/clustery-type of storms
spanning the afternoon's city-walk, again in patternistic
fashion, and again with yesterday's sometimes-there (but
really really there when it was) "feel," and still with only
super-subtle/slight/subjective/"quiet" little thought-type
echoes interspersed.
And then another "after-the-fact" multiple-37 receipt I just
discovered. Was mildly notable in itself due to the total
being exactly $3.07 after tax, which I'd noticed at the time,
but then, looking at the receipt now, it has two other 37s on
it (transaction number and the 237- prefix of store's phone
number), but also is a little more notable considering the
totally random circumstances of my getting the receipt in the
first place, since I was only at this store buying water
because I'd managed to forget my water at the bnb before
leaving (for the first time ever), not to mention just the
ridiculously random/unplanned circumstances of my being up at
that church and being near this store at all.
And another receipt-type one, this one even less notable from
the numbers on it (only one in fact, the total, exactly $2.37)
but again notable considering the circumstances: right after I
left the Key Foods market, the woman immediately in front of
me dropped her receipt (crumpled up and then-unreadable) on
the ground, and I immediately picked it up and put it in my
back pocket to throw away later, feeling Compelled in
patternistic fashion -- and then, only upon looking at it
hours later before putting it in the recycling bin, I saw its
2.37 total, haha.
6/5/17
Today was very much like yesterday, except with even less
thought activity, almost zilch. Seems like all I had was maybe
a couple of the slightest, subtlest echo-ey ones during
lunchtime reading, perhaps nothing at all.
Numbers, on the other hand, were still very present, and still
"stormy"/intense/ridiculously surreal, though still also
periodic and clustery, again shifting from non-activity to
background-static/two-digit-random activity, to periods of
full-out "seeing three- and four-digit ones every damn where I
look." Also, noticed an uptick in non-37s and variants today,
most notably 1212s and such, though 37s/variants were still
predominant. And still just so many in total, in the dozens at
least, maybe upwards of a hundred or more actually. Impossible
to put into words just how surreal and incredible the "storms"
are when they come, truly surreal.
Did have one notable recurrence, this one a classical "random
reading"-type one. It started with yet another of those
super-random library-freebie magazines, a Smithsonian
Institute one, in which I read about the NYC Mad Bomber serial
killer and the James Brussel man who helped apprehend the
bomber, which was the first I'd read of this either ever or
for a long time (seems like I read of the Mad Bomber maybe a
year or so ago, though I might be thinking of something else).
In any case, today, maybe 2-3 days after reading the random
article in the Smithsonian magazine (it was all about
forensics and how they're used in crime investigation, etc,
which I'm not quite sure how it was appropriate subject matter
for a Smithsonian magazine), I read of the same case in the
'Murder Room' book, again fitting the classical
reading-recurrence pattern perfectly. Except this one is a tad
more notable considering the sheer randomness of the
magazine's source (getting it for free and totally
randomly/objectively, and without it having any mention of
forensics/Mad Bomber, etc, on the cover or overtly in any
way), and also that it just meshes in with the generally
"echo-y"/all-reflective nature of everything I'm
doing/thinking/experiencing these days.
Another cool receipt-type 37 repeat: went into VS and bought a
couple totally random things I didn't plan on (again planned
on getting one thing only, the good whey, which they had, but
then I ended up getting two different wheys, because one was
half off and I felt Compelled to get it despite the inferior
quality/having the money to get the good one, and also that
Jarrow isolate that, lo and behold, was the old formula,
without the soy lecithin in it, which I saw after again being
Compelled to look despite having looked at a dozen bottles and
finding only the soy ones) -- and the total ended up being
exactly $37.73, and also with "Sale Item Savings $12.73," from
the half-off whey, printed twice ...
6/6/17
Day was even quieter than yesterday. Did have a few
thought-type incidents, but they were almost exclusively
during lunchtime reading, and all extremely subtle, as to
again all be too subjective/complex/obscure to have even a
basic example. They were still echo-y, but all in a distinctly
delayed fashion, most of them echoing random
thoughts/experiences I'd had throughout the morning, rather
than during lunch and such. Another of those collective-type
incidents that were notable only inclusively and subjectively.
Even the numbers were tamped down considerably today, with
only clusters of more-random/subtle-type ones on plates and
random signs and the like, and not even nearly so many of
these as last couple days, and tapering down to about nothing
as of writing. Very odd, considering that today my
health/energy/coherency has improved slightly.
Then tonight had another sudden, out of the blue resuming of
incidents, again corresponding with travel and a general shift
in consciousness, this time that weird-but-good
activity/oxygenation that seems to take place during flights,
maybe from going to higher altitude/cabin pressurization or
something, I don't know (though it actually started in the
airport as I was waiting, prior to this effect). It started
with a couple of those subtle/"small" one-word-type echoes
right after I sat down to do computer work and read prior to
the flight, and then graduated somewhat, eventually "maturing"
into some really damn notable echoes, including a couple
standout nearby stranger-types.
The first was a cool double, when, precisely as I randomly
read "done" on my phone, a nearby stranger said "done," again
perfectly synchronistic in timing and also for the first time
on both accounts, first the word had appeared on my phone and
the first the stranger said it. And then, maybe 3-4 seconds
later, it happened again, this time when I tapped a "DONE"
button on the phone's webpage form, precisely as the same
woman said "done" again, in a later sentence (she was on the
phone with someone).
Then, a few minutes later, a nearly identical one, albeit a
single: precisely as I randomly opened my bag for my grounding
pad, a different nearby stranger said "grounded," again
perfectly synchronistic and the first the man had said it and
the first that I'd reached for the pad or thought about it or
anything (I'd noticed an outlet that I didn't know was there,
behind my seat, and thus had the thought to use my grounding
pad while waiting for the flight). Had several others in this
vein on the flight home, but these almost all very
subtle/subjective/not so "striking" (albeit still pretty
notable).
Also, similarly, had another couple of this nature once I got
back on the ground and got in the car to leave the airport
lot, such as "turn around" singing (again singularly and
randomly) from the radio precisely as I put the truck in
reverse and turned it around, perfectly synchronistic, etc.
Had a similar, albeit more classical, one right upon getting
home at the gate, a radio-type one, when the radio randomly
sang out "door" precisely as I opened the glovebox for the
door-key card and read on it "Door King," with my
reading/registering the word corresponding perfectly
synchronistically with the radio lyric (which was, of course,
singular and random rather than repeating, etc). Also, this
had the additionally surreal element of
"animation"/"shouting," etc, due to the glovebox theatrically
dropping open/"revealing" the card precisely as the reading
and its echo occurred, just once again so damn ridiculously
surreal/living-dream.
Then had another of those little combination/variation
"clusters" during dinnertime reading and the little bit I'd
done on the plane, again almost all too subtle/subjective to
be conveyed effectively in text. One standout was the 'Murder
Room' book randomly mentioning a pizzar parlor called
Patagonia, just a couple hours after I'd seen a Patagonia
pizza before leaving the city, and Noticed this distinctly
(or, at least, I'm 99% sure it was Patagonia pizza -- but
Patagonia something anyhow, and I'd definitely Noticed it, in
patternistic fashion). Another standout, a little more notable
and coherent and patternistic in "vague-thought-recurrence"
fashion: earlier today, I'd had the totally random yet very
distinct thought of how, years and years ago, when I'd
accidentally rubbed up against the woman in the crowd of that
music show repeatedly, due to the crush of bodies pushing us
around, and how I'd realized that I was rubbing up against her
butt and seen the sexual potential of the situation, etc, this
memory coming either totally out of nowhere or from some
random chain I can't remember -- but, in any case, it was the
first I'd thought of it in a long time, and then tonight in
the book, it randomly mentioned the sexual fetish of the
"frotteur," someone who habitually rubs up against people for
sexual excitement, which was exactly what I'd thought of.
6/7/17
Another mild-but-noticeable shift in activity today, both in
volume and nature/feel. Numbers were there, but another of
those days where there were very few if any conspicuous-type
ones, almost exclusively just a background-static of mostly
two-digit 37 variants (though with a good showing of
three-digit ones too, along with a few that were doubled or
tripled up, with multiple visible and "aligned") on license
plates and the like -- all as to have a sort of "seen but not
heard" effect, I felt, like seeing someone waving really hard
but staying totally silent.
Thought-wise, even "quieter." Had another cluster of "small"
echo-y ones at lunch, but only a very small one, and almost
all of them too super-subtle/subjective to detail. Did have a
standout-ish nearby-stranger echo, again later on during lunch
when the phenomenon/energy seemed to have "matured": precisely
as I typed "interesting" on the phone, someone as a nearby
stranger said "interesting," again perfectly
synchronistically/ridiculously surreal, and for the first time
on both accounts.
And then tonight some more very-subtle/"small"/one-word-type
dinnertime reading incidents, including a cool recurrence. It
started over the last couple days in NYC, as I was once again
confronted with the terrifying effects of city life/the
"narrowing" effect on people and their energies/the distortion
and reduction in awareness and consciousness, etc -- and then
tonight, in the 'A Coming of Wizards' book that I started
reading, it mentioned exactly that, albeit in different terms,
describing this effect as cities reducing the "mind space" of
individuals until they can't perceive anything but that
compressed/distorted/reduced space. And, once again in
classical reading/book-synchro pattern, I knew nothing about
the book before I started reading it, and there was nothing on
its cover or blurb/description, etc, that mentioned anything
about these thoughts I'd been having so intensely in the days
leading up to it and especially today (and, of course, the
whole thing hinges on the 100% objective event/circumstance of
my being in a city in the first place, and thus having these
thoughts again, etc, etc).
6/8/17
Today was very similar to last two, again with a
steady-but-subtle level of 37-variant numbers mostly on
license plates during afternoon, etc, and a record minimum of
thought-related incidents.
Had a cute standout number-repeat today at the market parking
lot, a classical "being Compelled, illogically and
inconveniently, to stop and let someone out into traffic, only
to be treated to a 37-variant plate," this time with something
of a twist: the car was a red Kia soul with a 371-ending
plate, which I think I've seen several times in the past in
relation to similar incidents.
Again had a very small and very subtle cluster of echo-y ones
during lunchtime reading, again almost all impossible to
convey. Did have one standout, of the nearby-stranger-talking
kind, and also in that "perfectly precise in a totally
opposite fashion." Precisely as I read "a drop in the speed of
time," the woman at the table across from me (but facing
toward me, as to be unable to see the book I was reading even
if she'd been close enough to, etc) said randomly "the time's
going up," as to echo the "speed of time" essence but again
with that perfectly opposing literal manner that I've seen
before. More notable given the perfectly
synchronistic/patternistic timing as well. Still so damn
surreal/"striking" when these come.
6/9/17
Today kept with the recent pattern of "moderate numbers/little
to no thought-type activity," though with a slight uptick in
numbers. Still lots of the "background-static"-type of
in-traffic 37-variant plates and the like, mostly two-digit
but several threes too, but today saw a return of the
conspicuous-type traffic incidents, at least 3-4 that I can
think of. One example: another reckless-driver-type one, this
time with someone veering around a turning car instead of
stopping behind them, such that I was forced to quickly slow
down and stop behind the turning car, only to see its 173
plate (and again with that subtle-but-distinct
"intelligent"/"animated" feel to it, with the veering-away car
causing the plate to be "revealed" in that special way, as was
the case with all of the conspicuous ones today). Had a cool
super-parking-lot one too, at the TJ Maxx shopping plaza,
when, first, there were three cars around me with 37 plates
where I totally randomly parked (went the whole parking lot
just about, until I felt Compelled to get in this one space,
again), and then was "hit" with another several while walking
through the lot, all in that subtly "loud" fashion that I
can't put into words. Ended up bringing that "living-dream"
quality to the day, despite a near-absence of thought-type
activity.
Did have one notable book/reading-type recurrence, this one of
the longwinded variety, and of those special kind I have every
now and then where I'll get some completely random book and
have it echo all sorts of deep, profound personal issues and
questions I've been having over the last couple weeks but the
last several days most intensely. This time it was the 'A
Coming of Wizards' book, which, despite being about the most
damn random book I ever could've gotten (first read about it
in a years-old magazine that I'd dug out of the trash years
ago, and even then I was only led to get the book because the
author is the man who started the Earthship thing I've taken
interest in -- which is to say, I thought the book would be
about architecture and such but it is totally different, a
totally profound and spiritual and just outright abnormal,
seemingly "channeled" text, which Just Happens to echo all the
ridiculously personal/profound things I've been grappling with
specifically in the last few days). The first couple
"hits"/echoes/recurrences I came across, I just thought they
might be, first, coincidence, but then, as they added up, I
thought they were just "normal"/short-term-type echoes, but
now, after reading no less than a dozen or so parallels/echos,
I see it's another of these "affirmation-book"-type
reading/book synchros as I've had in the past 3-4 times, as to
cement this pattern as a definite new type. Really damn cool,
not to mention life-changing/invaluable. Wow ...
6/10/17
Something of a change-up today, corresponding with similarly
minor shift in state/condition/consciouness again. Numbers
shifted back to just background-static levels, at first just
barely there and then fizzling out to about nothing by late
afternoon, this too seeming to correspond with a downshift in
health/sickness/condition, etc. Did have one cluster of
parking-lot ones at the grocery store just after lunch, though
these too were all non-conspicuous (though quite patternistic,
coming at me in that "intelligently random" fashion).
Had one incident that's either a sort of unclassifiable one,
or perhaps just the rare actual coincidence, but I thought it
was worth mentioning, since it certainly had that distinctive
"feel" of a synchronicity. It started when I forgot my watch
when leaving for lunch, which is perhaps either the first time
in a long time, if not the first time in years (perhaps since
I began wearing a watch), that I've done this, despite putting
such great emphasis on it. And then, when I went to the pier
to eat lunch today, they had to put a wrist band on me when I
entered -- which, as it were, went where my watch would've
been, since I had my bracelet on the other wrist. Easily
nothing, especially to the outside observer, but it is
certainly one of those "curiously coincidental" occurrences,
which is a little more notable considering that, first, I've
had at least one or two such things happen every day more or
less for the past year or so or longer, but, second, since I'd
Just Happened to forget my watch for the first time on the
very day that I Just Happened to go to a pier and need a free
wrist for the band (first time I've been to a pier since I was
a small child, probably twenty-some years, and first time I've
had on a wristband for probably 2-3 years now, since I last
went to a concert at HOB I think).
Saw a shift thought-wise too, this time in the opposite
direction, with a return of activity in general after that odd
absence the last couple days. Still very slight but at least
present now, with only a few scattered little echo-ey
one-words and the like, all relatively "small" but still very
patternistic/perfectly synchronistic. Most of them were
radio-type ones, such as having a long random chain of thought
end with "thank you" precisely as the radio as randomly said
"thank you," etc, probably 5-6 in this vein.
Other than those, did have one really damn cool standout,
another of those highly notable ones coming out of the blue
and during a relative period of inactivity. It began with a
subtle-yet-significant reading/nearby-stranger-type incident,
when the man who'd been sitting next to me all during lunch at
the end of the pier suddenly got up and sat directly across
from me, such that he was in my line of sight and, thus, I
thought I sensed that he was uncomfortable with this, and in
any case it was distracting to me, so I thus thought that I
would turn around in my seat 180 degrees, which I needed to do
anyhow so I could get some sun on my back -- precisely as I
read "spin the opposite direction" in the 'Wizards' book,
which once again was precisely how I'd registered the thought
in my mind's eye, envisioning myself spinning opposite of the
man (and, again, it was all totally objective/the thoughts and
events happening before this text was even visible to me I
think/completely independent, etc). Pretty notable at that
point, but then a second part happened, when, on the very next
page in the book, maybe 10 seconds after I'd made a note of
the first part of the incident and then resumed reading, the
book mentioned Carl Jung and "synchronisities" (its spelling),
which, again, was notable in itself, but doubly so considering
the timing of it and the "spin" incident (and, moreso, due to
the fact that I'd not had anything but the odd unnotable echo
up until then), and then even more notable considering that
this was the very first time the book had mentioned Jung or
anything remotely synchronicity-related. Really damn cool and
striking.
Also, a really damn cool little recurrence just after lunch.
It started with a random, old 60s-era song on the radio, one
I'd never heard in which the chorus repeated something about
"Rosemary" over and over, which I both noticed, due to my
eating the rosemary herb last night (for the first time in
months), and also Noticed, in that intuitive fashion, such
that it stuck in my head after I'd cut off the car. Then, when
I called Lovey's about the NAD supplement maybe 30 seconds
later, the person who picked up said "This is Rosemary," such
that it was echoed -- not perfectly synchronistic, but pretty
precise, and still pretty notable timing in any case.
6/11/17
Back to another of those very quiet, borderline-"silent" days
like it was the day before last and the day before that, back
to just a "present but quiet/non-conspicuous" level of numbers
(and still almost exclusively 37-variant license plates -- why
predominantly license plates for so long lately?). Had no a
single standout I can think of, beyond a couple parking-lot
ones that were similarly quiet/low-key.
Thought-wise, almost zilch again, not even some subtle echoes.
The closest I had in this area was a couple of vague
reading/thought-type ones that, had they continued, I might've
found notable due to an established pattern/trend, but with
only these two, could've just been a couple of honest, stray
coincidences for all I know.
Does bear mentioning: encountered several more of those
ridiculously precise and "affirmative"-type reading/book-type
recurrences/echoes in the last chunk of the 'Coming of
Wizards' book, still in that "yes, you're right" fashion of
the "affirmative"-type book synchro. Also, twice between last
night and lunchtime today, I had random thoughts that, in
keeping with the book's echo-y theme and its general
affirmation of the cosmic-sized concepts and theories I've
had, it should echo several more things, such as the infinite
perceptual dimensions of any observed object, and another
couple specific concepts that I thought would fit in with the
affirmative theme (though these were things that I had no
logical, overt reason to think might be in the book) -- and,
lo and behold, exactly those two things/concepts, etc, were
echoed in the last part of the book, both explicitly precise
and also each within an hour or so of my totally randomly and
objectively thinking of them. This one was a real trip, in the
end, even moreso than past such affirmation-type book
synchros.
6/12/17
Day was a marked uptick in overall activity, again
corresponding with a shift in
health/state/consciousness/perception, with that terrible gut
upset and headsickness fading the most since last week. Yet
the general format of the incidents stayed about the same as
it's been, more or less.
Morning saw the numbers start up literally right as I left for
lunch again, before I even left the park today, with my
encountering several conspicuous-ish 37-variant plates just
between the house and the gate (two of them 307s, I think,
which was interesting considering that the fourth was a 307
too). And then, just down the road, the fourth: a "classical"
conspicuous-turn-out-type one, where a car at the end of a
line got reckless and pushed it and sped out in front of me,
thus revealing its 307 plate (and in "animated" fashion).
Also, this one was a double, and highly notable for it,
because when it sped out at the very ending of the line of
turning cars, the radio sang "slide on in," perfectly
synchronistic and, once again, this is more or less exactly
how I'd thought of/registered the car's entry, not literally
but just visually/"on feeling," how the car "felt"/impressed
itself to me, coming to a quick not-quite-stop at the
intersection before moving into traffic and thus very much
"sliding" on in to the end of the line -- the whole thing was
just damn surreal, especially once I registered the 307 plate,
both of the incidents just coming nearly instanteously as to
bring about a marked synchroshock.
Went on to have a moderate amount of background-static
traffic-plate 37-varaints and the like through the afternoon,
and again tapering into about nothing by the time I got home
towards evening, as seems to be the trend. Did have a couple
fun little receipt-type 37 repeats today. The first was at the
grocery store, another classical "went in and bought several
totally random things, only to have the total come out to be
exactly $7.37 with tax," this time again a little more notable
considering that I bought this totally random marked-down
roasted ginger (only one there, and I don't think I've ever
seen it before even at normal price), yet the total still came
out to be precisely 7.37. And then, at the ATM, another of
those "randomly getting a receipt as trash without looking at
it, only to find out later it had some prominent 37 variant on
it," this time the receipt hanging (turned around, with the
numbers invisible to me) in the slot from the previous
customer, and so I took it along with mine when it came out,
without looking at the first, intending to throw it away later
-- only to find that it had the line, prominently in the
middle: "FROM CHECKING ACCOUNT ******1373,"
written exactly like that. As it were, my receipt had a 731 on
it, but only buried unnotably in a larger string of numbers
...
Thought-wise, activity returned to about "normal"/moderate
levels off and on through the day, after the conspicuous
absense of such several days lately. Had all manner of them
return today, for the most part, including the
"small"/one-word/"striking"-type of thought-echo-y ones,
probably a dozen or so of various notability spanning
lunchtime through mid-afternoon (these too dying off towards
my "downtime" of evening). Examples: at the gym while doing a
machine, I only got in 22 of the 25 reps before I had to stop,
which thus made me stop counting right at "twenty-two" in my
head, precisely as the song on my MP3 player totally randomly
said "two-two-two" in an elaborate (and, again, singular and
non-repetitive) stuttering effect, again damn surreal; again
at the gym, when I went to a new machine and saw Ryan and a
man he was training standing nearby, I had the thought to ask
if they were using the machine I wanted, which thus made me
register Ryan fully in the way you do immediately before
attempting contact with someone, precisely as my MP3 player
sang out "a trainer," again singularly/non-repetitively
(though not quite perfectly synchronistic on this one, another
of those with maybe a 1-2 second delay but still very tight
and "synchronistic" -- but why?); at lunch, two "randomly
reading exactly what I was thinking at the end of random and
objective and traceable chain-of-thought" ones, the first
"gone back home" right as I remembered that I had to get the
packages today and, thus, thought/envisioned going back home
and then leaving again immediately after, and then
"leather-clad bikers" when I similarly thought of taking the
cycle out today and, thus, envisioning myself wearing my
leather riding jacket, etc, plus probably 3-4 others like this
of subtler/lesser notability but still following perfectly the
pattern (such as randomly reading "karate kicking" upon
resuming the book after picking it up, precisely as I
recrossed my legs and thus kicked out the crossing leg, which,
if I remember right, I began doing just a split second before
I picked up the book and saw the word, rather than after,
though I can say pretty much 100% that it wasn't subconscious
suggestion, due to my simply needing to cross my legs after
being in the same position for a long time and the circulation
being cut off, etc -- another objective, unrelated
circumstance).
Also at lunch, a classical "reading of a noise precisely as I
heard that precise noise nearby," this time reading "I can
hardly squeak out" precisely as a truck-and-trailer stopped at
the intersection just by the SB patio where I was sitting,
with a sudden, loud, attention-getting "SQUEAK!" (not a
screech or a grind or anything else, but a definite squeak,
and the first of that exact, particular squeakiness that I can
remember hearing for the whole hour or so I'd been out there,
and, also, in patternistic fashion, the noise and the "squeak"
in the sentence corresponded perfectly synchronistically, with
that ridiculously surreal, dead-on accuracy that is so
distinctive of these).
And then, a similar one (and "late," this one) at dinnertime
reading, when I randomly read "the pipes pumping" precisely as
the master toilet at the house does that thing it's been
doing, where, a couple times in the day, totally randomly and
after hours and hours of silence, some water will suddenly
rush through the pipes and into the resevoir with a loud
"whoosh," a noise that could best be described as "a pumping
of pipes," haha.
Had another late one this evening too, a unique one that seems
to be a sort of "involuntary bodily function"-type one. It
started when I began eating the avocado-and-ginger dish and
noticed distinctly that it was missing that distinctive
gingery zip that I expected, which is always present the way
that I fix up this dish. At first I thought it might've just
been a particularly un-gingery bite, but after a couple more
that were the same, I then thought that maybe it was the fact
that I used that different ginger tonight, the roasted
markdown stuff I got at Lowes that triggered the $7.37
receipt-total incident, instead of the unroasted and
presumably stronger stuff I usually get. But then, on the
fourth or so bite I took, after reading several pages of the
'Dangerous Eating' book, the gingeriness finally kicked in,
distinctly and notably, as to make me think "Oh, there's the
ginger" -- seconds after I'd started a new chapter in the
book, that on New Mexico and, after a couple paragraphs in,
hot chile. As it were, the gingery heat finally kicking in
corresponded almost perfectly synchronistically with my
suddenly reading about hot chile and a discourse on hot
spices, etc, in general over the first page or so of that new
chapter (when, previously, it hadn't been discussing anything
remotely hot-food-related). This one wasn't too precise and
wasn't perfectly timed (with maybe 2-3 seconds between the
ginger kicking in enough to trigger my
recognition/registering/thinking of it and the book going into
hot foods, and it's not like the book mentioned "hot ginger"
in particular), but still just precise enough and closely
timed and patternistic enough to be notable, and damn surreal
in any case.
Also, had some more of those vague
parallels/recurrences/"longwinded"-type echoes today too,
which had also been absence during this "drought" of incidents
over the last few days. Couple standout-ish examples: randomly
reading of Cook the explorer in that random Lonely Planet
library-freebie magazine this morning (again the first I'd
read of him for months or longer), and then, in the 'Dangerous
Foods' book at lunch, maybe two hours later, it mentioned Cook
(and, interestingly, it mentioned him only offhand and
indirectly, as a simile or joke or something in the book --
not a section about him or anything, just something like "such
and such was like Cook," just enough to "echo" that morning
mention of the man). And, likewise, tomato juice: in the sauna
tonight while reading more of the Lonely Planet magazine, it
mentioned a man in Greece drinking tomato juice, which I
vaguely noticed, having not read of or thought of drinking
tomato juice in long time, as to kind of rediscover/re-realize
the practice, thus thinking something like "Oh yeah, drinking
tomato juice, I'd forgotten people do that" -- and then, less
than an hour later, the third or fourth page of the 'Dangerous
Eating' book mentioned drinking tomato juice, once again the
second time I'd seen it mentioned after a long time of not
thinking of it, etc, fitting the pattern perfectly for all its
"smallness"/uncomplexity.
6/13/17
Pretty big uptick in activity on all fronts today, again
corresponding with travel and changes in
health/consciousness/state/condition, etc. In some ways, a
near-record day for overall activity.
Day started with a cool, albeit somewhat imprecise,
uncategorized one. When I went to put Dad's Father's Day card
in the magazine to keep it unbent for safekeeping, I opened it
to one of those subscription cards reading "THE PERFECT GIFT,"
and as it were, this was pretty much just what I was thinking
at that specific moment, as I looked at the homemade card and
thought of how he'll probably get a kick out of it and how it
was a "particularly good gift" -- not explicitly "perfect" but
still close enough, and with perfectly synchronistic timing,
that I found it notable (though not precise enough to not be
coincidence surely).
Again had many more of those super-vague/subtle, ableit quite
present and patternistic and collectively notable, recurrences
in the like, still consisting of all the many threads of the
day, from random thoughts to random reading material to random
experiences, etc -- like someone put my day and yesterday into
a blender and everything began echoing itself. Examples:
Crocodile Dundee recurring between a couple random readings
after not thinking of the character for ages (the first of
which I Noticed); "walking across America" in a random
magazine and then in the 'Eating Dangerously' book just an
hour or so later; a theme of "financial growth" running
between various things, such as the random Fortune magazine I
read this morning and then the book at lunch and radio ads and
other stuff if I remember right; seeing a recurring and vague
theme of "the heat" from maybe a half-dozen different sources,
all semi-conspicuously. Just tons and tons of these, as has
happened in the past, and after a marked absence of such
during that recent "drought" (why suddenly coming back,
seemingly along with the "echoes" in general?).
Also, had another of those "reading about more or less exactly
what I was eating at the time" almost exactly like the ginger
incident last night at dinner, this time at lunch with garlic.
It started when, again, the first couple garlic-containing
bites I took were distinctly mild and ungarlicky, as to make
me note it, just like with those first few weird
dud-ginger-bites last night -- and then, about halfway through
lunch when I took the first good, pungent, sinus-clearing bite
of garlic, the book went into a passage where the character in
it ate a bite of super-spicy chile and had it clear out his
sinuses/water his eyes/bring that "good fire" -- all of which
was more or less exactly what I was experiencing, and almost
perfectly synchronistically to when it hit me, maybe 1-2
seconds between my registering the sensations and then
encountering the passage in the book, just so ridiculously
surreal and damn cool. Wow ...
And then, a very similar, albeit smaller/briefer, one at
dinnertime. This time I was on the second or third bite of
that weird mash-up bowl of stuff I'd thrown together, and I
bit into one of those weird probiotic chews I'd got from VS,
which despite listing no artificial/chemical flavoring, it
tasted a bit too intense/"crisp" to be flavored with nothing
but natural orange oil as it said, which made me thinking
something along the lines of "chemicals in here/unnatural
flavor in those chews" -- precisely as I randomly read
"artificial flavoring" in the 'Eating Dangerously' book (and
in that same context, and for the first time). And, again,
though the text was visible to me when I'd had the thought, I
can distinctly, 100% trace my thinking about it just then to
the objective event of my taking that bite of the chews just
then and registering its artificial-tasting quality, haha.
And again still just many general echo incidents throughout
the day, of all types, in that same vein I've been having, yet
today with distinctly more volume, as well as more "depth" and
"complexity"/"texture," etc, in that matured/graduated fashion
-- back to being in a psychic echo-chamber it feels, just
ridiculously surreal in itself not even counting the day's
onslaught of numbers while in traffic/on the highway. Again
just way too many to list/remember, but had several cool
standouts:
> "Cup of coffee" singing from the radio precisely as I
thought about stopping at the grocery store and getting a
bottle of cold-brew (a bottle instead of a cup, but still
echoing the "coffee" essence, and perfectly
synchronistic/patternistic too); also, this happened not once,
but three times total, with the lyric refraining in the song
every damn time I thought about whether I should stop off for
the market-coffee instead of going to a proper shop/if I had
time, etc (though, the first time it came, it was the first in
the song, etc, etc)
> An "involuntary bodily function"-sort of one where I had
a sudden onset of that ugly eye-irritation/grittiness I've
been having, which made me think of it suddenly and also
envision my eyes being red and irritated -- a split second
before the electronic sign I passed for a drugstore cut to a
picture of big veiny eyes with the caption of "irritated
eyes?" or something like that, about allergies, and the eyes
were even red due to the sign display's grid of red bulbs, and
perfectly synchronistic, etc, another damn surreal one
> A "small" but notable "nearby stranger echoing my
thoughts aloud" one, at Lovey's when, precisely as I picked up
a random bag of coconut chips and read/registered the "chips"
on the bag, a passing child said "I'm tired of those chips" or
something like that, with his "chips" corresponding perfectly
with my registering the word (and, as it were, the child was
just next to me but out of view of the bag of chips I'd
randomly picked up from a miscellaneous bargain-type shelf
with all kinds of different things on it, rather than a big
display of nothing but chips, such that it was just a random
comment on his part rather than him logically saying that word
while in an aisle of only chips or something, etc, etc, as is
so patternistic of these)
> Had a big, sudden cluster of "small" echoes
mid-afternoon, after a couple hours of lull, corresponding
with a similar onslaught of highway numbers and also
corresponding with a sudden rise in energy/cognitive function
after taking the afternoon dose of NAD supplement
interestingly. Had probably two dozen or more within the space
of an hour during that big slow traffic jam on 40, again just
way too many to remember/list while driving safely but almost
all pretty precise and notable. One cool standout: "made a
stop" singing randomly from the radio precisely as I came to a
stop behind the cars in the jam, which, even though we'd been
crawling slowly for a while, it was the first time (and would
be the only) that we came to a dead stop, and, as it were, the
first time in the hours of my driving that I'd come to a dead
stop personally, yet was perfectly synchronistic, right at
that exact moment, again just damn surreal.
Numbers today were a big uptick, now to the point of just
absolute "storm"/onslaught/living-dream levels, as has
happened several times in the past. Overall, another
near-record day, right up there with the "stormiest" of such
travel-triggered onslaughts. Started again almost immediately
after I set off north, after only scattered ones through
morning, again with a steady background static of many
conspicuous-ish random two-to-four-digit ones on plates and
passing signs and the like, notable in itself. But then had
many conspicuous ones mixed in eventually, and these starting
almost immediately after lunch, with another of those "having
to look behind me to back out from a parking space, precisely
as a 37-plate flashed directly into my line of sight with
perfectly synchronistic timing," this time a 373-ending plate
at the (totally random and unplanned) coffee place in
Shallotte I'd lunched at. Also, during the big sudden cluster
while in the highway traffic jam later, it seemed to
mature/complicate/refine even further, again to where I was
suddenly seeing the tractor-and-trailers with conspicuous 37s
on them, as if a switch had been thrown, just utterly surreal.
Had several of those double/triple/overlaps it seems like too.
Plus, several other kinds of parking-lot-types thrown in the
mix, with a cool standout in this regard when I stopped at
that gas station in Chapel Hill -- another of those
ridiculously spontaneous, out-of-nowhere, borderline-reckless
stops -- only to find myself stopped directly behind a 3373
plate directly in my line of sight, all in that
clockwork/animated fashion that I just can't adequately
describe and couldn't pull off even if I'd tried ...
A couple more "37-covered receipt"-types I see now, after the
fact.
And then, that evening, yet another of those "looking down
totally randomly at the Cyma counter, genuinely needing to
know how long it had, precisely as it clock-ticked to a
37-variant," this time precisely as it ticked from 7:38 to
7:37, again just so ridiculously, explicitly timed (and, as it
were, if you would've asked, I would've said there was much
less time left on it, hence my looking to see before I got too
involved in the reading, etc).
6/14/17
Today was much like yesterday in terms of feel/format/presence
of different types and variations, but without as much overall
volume. Again had another patternistically sudden onslaught on
numbers during morning highway driving, not as many
conspicuous ones as yesterday (from lower energy in morning?)
but still very, very many, and many in conspicuous fashion,
turn-outs and reckless drivers and "revealings," etc -- the
storm continues! Still with the parking-lot-type ones too,
including another of those ridiculously
explicit/animated/"LOOK AT THIS!"-type ones at the WS SB
parking lot, this time with a twist. I was walking through the
lot this time, and had begun going to the right in the lot,
when I was suddenly Compelled to pick up some litter to my
left and thus change course and look around -- precisely as a
car with a 6713 plate backed up and stopped, with the plate
stopping *perfectly* into my line of sight as is so
patternistic of these, in a way that can only be described as
"orchestrated"/"intelligent," etc. Just never get tired of
these.
Interestingly, had lots of thought-type activity again, but it
was almost exclusively of those super-vague recurrences from
various sources spanning the day again, with no standout
individual ones I can think of. The day's themes that I can
remember: Nashville (hearing it randomly in at least one but
maybe more songs, then getting to the random "Nashville"
chapter in the 'Dangerous Eating' book, and a couple other
sources that I just simply can't keep track of); Liberty in
several sources; BBQ, plus maybe 3-4 others that I just can't
remember. Head spinning from these, just crazy still --
another "thought-blender."
Had something that might be nothing, but certainly
"smells"/"feels" like a synchronicity: after a long computer
session of getting through the backlog of the travel
synchronicities and journal entries and receipts and such,
about an hour and a half, precisely as I finished, that
malfunctioning alarm clock in parents' bedroom went off. This
was moderately notable in itself, since it vaguely echoed the
thought I'd had perfectly synchronistic with it of
"finished/done/completed finally," which could conceivably
qualify as an echo-type. But then, moreso, if I remember
right, almost the exact same thing has happened other times
when I've been visiting parents, that same weirdly
malfunctioning alarm going off at some totally
random-yet-appropriate time, also like when I'm finishing up
something or other (seems like I even happened when I had to
go out or something, or right when I was suddenly allowed to
do something I'd been waiting for, can't remember).
6/15/17
Another "big" day, with lots of numbers and lots of echoes,
including a reasonable number of standouts in each category,
despite not traveling and having generally ugly health/energy
through the day.
"The day" started earlyish again today, within an hour or so
of waking (and I'm still getting up really early too), again
with those vague "small"/super-subtle echoes, along with the
beginnings of those "day-long blender"-type of
meta-recurrences/thematic-type incidents, which again would be
comprised of a mash-up of all sorts of completely random stuff
I saw/thought/experienced/read through the day, exactly in the
same pattern/format of the last few days and previously. Some
examples I can think of: randomly reading of manga, and Asian
culture and such in general in the 'Eating Dangerously' book,
and then encountering all sorts of Asian stuff through the
day, such as a half-dozen or so old Asian-import kung-fu and
manga VHS at the random Goodwill I stopped at; also at
Goodwill, a "Louisville Slugger" baseball bat when I'd first
read of it this morning in the Fortune magazine, along with a
huge cluster of maybe a dozen other of these random
recurrences at that Goodwill visit alone; plus a bunch of
others I can't even remember, just so many of these within a
short timespan and when my memory is especially crap today.
And another of those ridiculously surreal "reading about
exactly what I'm experiencing in regards to eating, precisely
as I'm eating it"-type ones, as seems to happen every single
time I read the book during mealtime. This time it was even
more precise, and precisely timed: a few seconds after I took
the first bite of that weird coconut dish at lunch, and right
as I was registering the taste and texture of it and thinking
of how the coconut manna was just fatty and succulent enough
to even out the raw/powdery spices and stuff in it and make it
deliciously creamy -- precisely as I registered this final,
conclusive thought of "good texture/creamy/pleasing," I came
to the middle of the first page I'd been reading and this
sentence: "My first bite plops neatly into my mouth. Bliss.
With just enough fat to make the mouthful succulent ..." --
all of which echoed more or less perfectly my initial judgment
of my lunch, right down to it being the "first bite" (and that
it was good/"bliss," and that the coconut's creamy fat was
just enough to make it "succulent"). It also bears mentioning
that, a second or two before this, I'd paused in my reading to
hold the coffee shop door open for the old man who'd stumbled
out and dropped something, which therefore paused my reading a
little bit, yet my registering the texture/succulence of the
bite still aligned almost perfectly synchronistically with my
reading that key paragraph (I'd had the bite in my mouth
chewing while holding the door open for this man, haha). Wow
...
Went on to have a little cluster of those subtler-but-notable,
"in-the-moment"-type of echoes and the like through lunchtime
reading, as well, such as randomly thinking of how I'm a
metaphorical "psychological diver" at the end of a long chain
of thought, a second or two before randomly reading in the
book about clams, with an offhand paranthetical comment beside
them about how people have died diving for clams. At least 5
or 6 like this over the course of the meal, maybe more.
Some "bigger" standouts:
> Damn cool mildly-delayed thought echo at Goodwill,
beginning when I saw the bag of a CD case reading "Poor Buck,"
which made me think of that random Jeff Buckley CD I'd bought
a while ago, and then, seconds later on the shelf, I came
across a Jeff Buckley CD, the only time I've ever seen one for
sale anywhere since that one I'd bought months ago ("felt"
bigger/more notable than it sounds, especially with this
coming within that little whirlwind cluster of echoes at that
Goodwill); also bears mentioning that the "Poor Buck" CD was a
Grateful Dead CD, and then a couple minutes later, when I
pulled that totally random (but Compelled) 'Tiger in a Trance'
book from the shelf and decided to buy it, I found it to
contain a bookmark made from a Grateful Dead ticket,
characteristic of these many "small" echoes
> A super-precise and super-random and perfectly
synchronistic radio echo: a split second after I'd finished a
long chain of thought with thinking of going by the gym just
to hang on the bar and traction out my spine some, the radio
announcer came on and randomly said "Hey, this is so-and-so,
hanging with you on this Thursday," with the "hanging with
you" coinciding perfectly with my envisioning myself hanging
from the bar in the gym (but again with my expressively having
the thought objectively and before the announcer's comment,
etc)
> A similar radio-type one just after lunch, when I took
the receipt box randomly from my center console in the car,
and then, deciding not to put my money stash in there, I put
it back in the console, empty, and with the express but random
thought of "empty box/nothing in there," a split second before
the random radio song (which I'd never heard before) sang out
"it's hollow, nothing inside," haha
> Another radio one, on the way to lunch. It started when I
suddenly remembered that I'd forgotton to put on my rings and
stuff before leaving, and so I reached down and grabbed one
from the console -- a split second before the random (and
again new-to-me/unheard-before) song on the radio sang out
"give you a big diamond ring," haha
> A somewhat "smaller" radio-echo when I saw a nice car and
had the random thought of maybe getting one, a split second
before the radio randomly sang out "I want something new" or
something along those lines, this one another good example of
the several dozen of small/super-subtle echoes through the day
Numbers were everywhere again, and still 37s and variants
predominantly, and with very very many "mature"/complex/three-
and four-digit ones, plus many
conspicuous/animated/intelligent ones, just too many to
remember (plus several more of those overlaps and
double/triples) -- and all just from driving aimlessly around
town, not even traveling or feeling especially "with it"
(why?). Had many standout parking-lot ones today too, of all
the usual kinds, the back-outs shoving 373 plates directly
into my line of sight (precisely as I neared them randomly),
being again Compelled to a random space with a choice of the
whole lot, only to find myself surrounded by several
conspicuous three-digit plates that I couldn't see until I
turned in (this happened at the mall, and as I went back out
to leave, a fourth 37-plate car was pulling in right next to
mine and the resident 37-platers, haha).
6/16/17
Can't remember the specifics of this day, writing after the
fact and through the lens of that nightmarish headsickness and
its bad memory impairment. Seems like it was quiet overall,
with little to nothing through morning. Did have one cool
standout incident then, a classical and very fast/sudden "ask
and receive": right after I'd opened that Fortune magazine I'd
been picking at for days, I looked at it and had the thought
that I felt like reading something different, maybe a variety
magazine with something about food or people or the like,
rather than the wooden financial content of the Fortune -- and
then, seconds later on the very next page, it had an article
about the California Pizza company and its history and stuff,
along with a subtitle about how it bombed except for its
"barbeque chicken pizza," a total departure from everything
else in the magazine as it were -- all exactly what I'd so
vaguely and subtly yet patternisticly and distinctly "asked"
for, right down to the food and the biographical profile of
the California Pizza founders and their story, and a split
second later (yet the page was entirely invisible/closed to me
when I'd had this thought, and I'd not seen it beforehand, etc
-- again 100% objective/independent, etc).
Lunch was mostly quiet, but I do remember having more of those
periodic little clusters of super-subtle/subjective yet
notable echoes off and on through lunchtime reading, which is
definitely a pronounced pattern now, same as the last few days
almost exactly. The phenomenon did die off some shortly after
lunch and stayed quiet for a while, even when I started back
down south on the highways and such -- but then, just like a
couple other times on this trip, the echoes suddenly picked
back up, still patchy and super-subtle mostly but again very
much there, and some pretty notable if only I could remember
and/or describe them.
Did have one really cool standout, which was a good example of
the mid-afternoon/evening hard-to-describe echoes in general.
It was a three-way, beginning when "players" sang randomly
from the radio precisely as I passed by a great big billboard
reading "play golf," with my registering the "play" again
coinciding perfectly synchronistically with the radio lyric --
and then, a split second afterward (right as I was registering
the synchro in this case), a big, bright-blue-and-pink,
custom-painted, tricked-out SUV passed up alongside me --
every bit a "player's" car, in the modern colloquial sense,
and also coming up with that perfectly
synchronistic/patternistic/"orchestrated and intelligent"-type
of "creeping" movement, with it arriving up alongside me
precisely as the first parts of the incident occurred, just so
utterly surreal. It characterizes these "super-subtle echo
clusters" pretty well.
Numbers, on the other hand, were pretty much as present as
last few days from what I remember, and again were "triggered"
when I started on the drive south, and would do that
maturing/refining/"graduating" thing as the day went on, too.
About an hour into the drive, started having the
conspicuous-traffic-type of "sightings" again, such as yet
another reckless passing car that, after first trailing me
closely as to demand my attention as is patternistic in so
many of these, finally sped around me and back in front of me
and revealed its 1378 plate, haha.
Another notable thing about the drive was that I again
suddenly started seeing tractor-and-trailers sporting
patternistically conspicuous 37s, once more with there being a
marked absence of them before a pronounced point, as if a
switch had been thrown, after which I saw a near-steady
procession of them more or less (and I'm sure I wasn't just
noticing them/becoming aware of them after not doing those
previously, because I distinctly remember checking/seeking
them out earlier on and *not* seeing them, yet, once again, it
only started up "on its own," later on when I'd forgotten
about it and stopped looking ...). This time, even had a
standout incident involving this phenomenon, a sort of
"challenge-thought"/"ask-and-receive"-type one: right after I
noticed the first few trucks, and noted their quick and
patternistic arrival, and so thought "the transport-truck 37s
are starting up again" -- seconds later, I came upon one such
truck with a prominent "70317" stencilled on its trailer,
along with "TRANSPORT" just below it. And, it bears
mentioning, everything on the back of the truck was blotted
out/painted over except for the "TRANSPORT," as to make it
conspicuous and "there," making it announce itself in that
ridiculously surreal way.
Beyond these, I remember having a more or less steady amount
of "background-static" 37 plates and the like, plus a mildly
notable showing of randomly-sourced ones, such as receipts and
the like (especially on survey numbers from this day, as I
noticed today when doing several of the surveys, where either
on the receipt or in the survey number or both there were
almost always some fashion of two- or often three- or
four-digit 37 variants in there).
6/17/17
Day was something of a departure from recently, and in a weird
way. Morning was unique and somewhat bizarre, alternating
between a total absence/"silence" of anything synchronistic,
as to feel completely out of that "synchronistic state" I'm
coming to get a feel for now, and then jumping back into it
totally. This happened probably 3 or 4 times, as to
demonstrate and establish the entering and exit of the "state"
very distinctly, along with the "switching" phenomenon itself,
and was all incredibly notable and surreal in its own right.
Also, every time this happened, without exception, it all
corresponded 100% with my intensely fluctuating health this
morning, with my going between the totally nightmarish/hellish
toxic headsick state that came on suddenly when doing the
castor oil pack, and then "jumping" into the synchronistic
state when I entered the 100% different head-cleared/wonderful
state those several times. It makes it clear that the
synchronicities are definitely somehow directly tied into
consciousness/condition/perception/mental activity
(psychic/energetic activity and state?). It even happened a
couple times this afternoon too, again corresponding with the
drastic and sudden "switching" between feeling really good and
clear-headed and totally headsick and hellishly toxic. Still
processing all this, trying to sort it out.
Lunchtime, had another of those sudden onsets of "clustery"
activity, just like recently but distinctly more intense and
somehow "graduated"/"matured," as seen in that I not only
began experiencing those super-subtle/subjective/"can't
describe them"-type of rapid-fire echoes, but a bunch of those
vague/daylong/thematic-type recurrences too, of the "my day in
blender" variety, except just encompassing the morning and
last night and my present thoughts/experiences, etc, including
nearby-stranger stuff from all the people in the cafe sitting
around me -- truly a "blending" of just everything on my
psychic/energetic "plate," it felt like (like maybe everything
presently in my aura was being somehow
"regurgitated"/manifested into material/external reality? a
bleeding-through of some kind more than individual
incidents?). Was beyond ridiculously surreal, absolutely
impossible to describe.
One reasonably coherent example I can think of: reading
randomly in the 'Eating Dangerously' book about how at an
open-air market in Laos there were "black flies" on everything
and no one seemed to notice, with my sort of Noticing this in
a particular way, as to envision it all in my mind's eye --
and then, maybe less than thirty minutes later when I went
outside to the bench by the parking lot, these little black
flies suddenly started buzzing around me and alighting on me
and my food and stuff, in exactly the same manner as described
in the book (and, more precisely, how I'd envisioned it in my
mind's eye -- perhaps the source of this "manifestation,"
rather than the book?). But like the rest of these incidents,
description just doesn't do it justice, not capturing the
absolutely surreal "synchronistic state"-type "feel" of it
all. For example: the book had described the author being
oddly at ease with the flies/resigned to them, and that's
exactly how I found myself regarding them during the meal,
just not being bothered by them (and without even trying, it
just "happening" this way). So many others like this though,
all in that little lunchtime window, at times several
simultaneously.
Another standout example of these super-intense/surreal
echoes, from another of these little "windows" later in
afternoon: hearing "back" on the radio precisely as I randomly
turned my head to a big roadside sign reading "back" -- but
again, the circumstances rendered this way bigger than it
reads, because the sign had a bunch of other text on it but
some of it was obscured by surrounding tree branches, and then
the rest was blocked out by the two cars sitting between me
and the sign in traffic -- such that only the sign's "back"
was visible to me from where I was, and with my Just Happening
to glance over at it precisely as the "back" sang randomly
from the radio. Another where it could easily be written off
by the outside observer as nothing or coincidence or
subconscious bias/selective perception, etc, yet to me was
absolutely unmistakable as one of these ridiculously surreal
echoes.
6/18/17
Still in the same basic format of incidents, though not as
much overall activity today, and with several
"normalish"/isolated-type of incidents too.
Did have those echo-y thought-type incidents at times, still
somewhat periodic/cluster-y and mostly
super-subtle/impossible-to-describe, though without that
periods of ridiculously surreal intensity like yesterday
(corresponding with a slight improvement in health/not feeling
so nightmarish and ugly today).
Standouts:
> A cool "instant thought manifestation"/coherent-echo one
this morning. It started when I had a long chain of random
thoughts ending with Aiden's birthday, which thus made me
think of his gift and how I had the savings to be able to get
him whatever Legos and such he wanted, which thus made me
think something along the lines of "Just tell me what you want
and it's yours" -- perfectly synchronistic with my opening the
trashbag in the truck and seeing "MAKE A WISH" on a random
wrapper in there I'd picked up as litter at some point on the
trip and had yet to throw away. Highly notable, first because
it was reasonably precise and perfectly synchronistic in
timing and perfectly patternistic, etc, and second because I
can again trace the originating thought distinctly, 100%
before opening the bag and to the independent/objective event
of my needing to decide what to get him for his birthday, etc,
etc -- just damn surreal and damn cool and damn notable, for
all the repetition.
> A really cool recurrence spanning morning reading
material and lunchtime book-reading, either a
standalone/"normal"-type reading recurrence or maybe a
more-coherent example of the subtle/vague/thematic "parallels"
I'm still having (not so many today, but they were there, I
did notice). It started this morning when I read, in that
totally random Food Network magazine that I pulled from the
trash the other day, of the Mexican Day of the Dead, in which
the article's author mentioned how her mother was so fond of
empanadas, which I Noticed distinctly, both in that special,
indescribable way but also just a plain noticing, because the
author mentioned it several times in the article, kind of
drilling it into my head in a weird way, "Mother loved
empanadas, really really loved empanadas did Mother," etc --
and then, at lunch in the 'Dangerous Eating' book, I started
its chapter on Spain today, and in it, several pages in, it
had this sentence: "We bump into Calli's mother [...] A famed
empanada cook, she is fiercly proud of Galician cuisine" -- a
perfect echo of "empanada-loving mother," albeit an obscure
one. Still pretty notable, given the timing and the precision
and the perfect patternistic element of it all.
> Also, as an example of the day's
vague/super-subtles/thematics: Spain was a big theme today,
beginning with the Food Network magazine (which instigated
several of these vague echoes between it and the 'Eating' book
and other random thoughts/experiences/encounters through the
day, all too "small"/complicated/subjective to describe), and
then with more echoes of Spain in at least two or three other
random sources I can't remember (and, like all of these, when
I'd not encountered any significant Spanish references for at
least a few weeks or months or so, all these just coming at
once the way these do), and then, as mentioned in the empanada
thing, I Just Happened to begin the book's chapter on Spain at
lunch today. Was established as a reasonably coherent
thematic-type of synchro then, but soon after lunch it really
developed into a standout, when I stopped to pick up a random
newspaper as trash at the Biglots parking lot (when I'd once
again totally randomly been Compelled to go to Biglots, after
having zero plans to go there and really no reason to go
there/nothing to buy, etc, as is so patternistic of these
Compelling-type instances). When I picked up the paper, it
proved to be the sports page of a local paper, on its front
page a big headline about a Spanish soccer team doing
something or other, as to echo the Spain theme again.
The newspaper thing was actually a double/combo-type incident,
because it was also an "ask and receive," beginning this
morning when I'd expressly thought, "I need to get a newspaper
or something for some cartoons to put out," really feeling
urgent to do so since I've gotten out of the habit lately.
Then, when I picked up the paper as trash, it reminded me that
I needed them, but I was disappointed to see it was just the
sports page rather than a whole paper -- but then, on the very
back page of the section, there was a printing of cartoons,
and not just any cartoons, but several of precisely the kind I
need, the single-pane kind that I can put out in random places
and have passers-by instantly look at it and maybe get a
laugh, etc (and, as it so happened, the several on there were
good, funny ones -- exactly what I'd "asked" for/needed so
expressly).
Numbers were there today, but I can't think of any real
standouts. Seems like they were almost exclusively
"small"/quiet-type two- and three-digit traffic 37-variant
plates, along with several semi-conspicuous parking-lot types.
No overly conspicuous traffic-type ones that I can think of,
however (again: why a sudden downturn?).
6/19/17
Much more quiet today. Really, only things to note were a
brief, almost nonexistent little cluster of lunchtime
reading/thought/super-subtle-type echoes, of the same kind
I've been having lately but even more toned-down, and then
with only several more "small" ones here and there through the
afternoon, until it leveled off into "silence" by early
evening (did seem to correspond with a similarly
subdued/"quiet" state of health/condition/consciousness, with
that weird bluntedness I've been having the last couple days
really taking hold for some reason -- the synchronistic
"silence" a reflection of this "silent" mental/energetic
condition maybe?). Numbers today were a little more active,
but still only in the "background static" level, with some
scattered 37s here and there on the usual license plates and
the like. Still certainly had "activity" during the same, some
of it borderline notable, but a far cry from the recent
"storms" of late.
Tonight at dinnertime reading, had the beginnings of what
seemed like another cluster imminent, but never really went
anywhere, just a few "small" echoes (such as having a long
chain of thought end with how my liver seemed to be detoxing
significantly, going back and forth between feeling really
good and really lousy -- precisely as I came to "big purge" in
the 'Eating Dangerously' book).
Only other thing I noticed today: several "small" receipt 37s,
but somewhat more than "normal," with nearly every receipt I
got today (6-8 after running around all over the place) having
at least one if not two or three, as to be collectively
notable.
6/20/17
Very much like yesterday, almost exactly in fact, with only
some little spatterings of thought echoes and such here and
there. A couple were mildly notable, such as having a long
chain of thought end on the beets I'd just bought, which thus
made me think "How much sugar are in beets?" -- precisely as
"sugar is sweet" sang randomly from the radio, again for the
first time in the song, and again in a random song I'd never
heard before, and again when I can 100% trace the chain of
thought to the independent circumstances (before I'd even
keyed the car ignition and started up the radio, in fact).
Other than that, still pretty "quiet."
Again had a moderate showing of similarly subdued/low-key
numbers, still mostly just "random license place
37-variant"-types, and a handful of those mildly notable
parking-lot ones. And again: an above-average number of
random, smallish 37s haunting my receips. Publix receipt had a
random "8733" on it, and then the Bi-Lo one had a 73 in the
middle, then a "300730" survey code, and then a random
"507300000073003000000" in the middle, haha. Same for a TJ
Maxx receipt too just about, with a couple random ones
followed by a code in the middle ending with a great big
"173373."
Also, had something of a receipt-type standout too, one of
those "random piece of litter"-type ones except with a twist.
When I was finishing up lunch at the bench by Boulineau's, a
receipt lying in the parking lot caught my eye in a
conspicuous way, in Compelling/Noticing fashion, but I didn't
act on it, with the receipt being far enough away to require a
short walk, etc -- but then, a few minutes later, a breeze
blew it over to me, and I swear, it came *right to me,* less
swept than "carried," in a straight line directly to me. I
knew right away I was supposed to pick it up and that it would
have some manner of number repeat on it, and sure enough, it
had a random "237" on it, followed by "Change $3.73" -- not
hugely notable in itself, but given the circumstances and my
distinct Noticing/Compelling/knowing there'd be some kind of
37 on it, I found it pretty notable, especially for me, having
the wind "carry" it to me in that super-surreal manner, all
the while knowing what would be printed on there ...
Did end up having another brief little cluster of "small"-type
echoes and the like during dinnertime reading, almost exactly
the same at lunch except for two quasi-standout little
eating/"involuntary bodily function"-type incidents. The first
was randomly reading "phlegm" in the Eleanor Druse book
precisely as I hocked up a terrible mouthful of phlegm from
eating the bee pollen (the word was visible to me beforehand,
but, once again, it all hinged on the totally objective event
of my finishing my bite, swallowing, and then having the
phlegm urgently and involuntary come up, Just Happening to
coincide perfectly synchronistically with that word, also the
first it had appeared). And then, soon after: reading "burn
the lungs" precisely as the first rash of sore-throatedness
came up, after the first few bites of bee pollen started doing
their thing -- not my lungs burning exactly, but still a
burning of the throat/neck/esophagus, close enough that,
combined with the perfectly synchronistic and patternistic
timing (and with it being in the then-established little
cluster of similar incidents), I found it pretty notable.
6/21/17
Still a generally quiet day, with some more thought-type
activity but less numbers, strangely. Had a few scattered
numbers and "small" echoes through the morning and after
leaving for Dr. Dong's, such as randomly having the radio sing
out "junk" precisely as I passed this totally random yard
filled with a neat-looking spread of these bizarre sculptures
constructed of scrap metal and such (every bit "junk," and
actually, that's exactly what I registered it as as I saw it,
as a "junkyard," and once again, the radio lyric corresponded
perfectly synchronistically with my registering it, etc).
A pretty cool 37-variant standout arrived at lunchtime, again
the first really prominent/coherent/"matured" of the day.
Halfway through lunch, while I was sitting at that
ridiculously random bench that was nowhere near where I'd
planned to lunch, I realized that the van parked directly in
front of me had a great big "37" on the front, aligned
directly in my line of sight as is so patternistic of these
(and, if I remember right, there was originally a car parked
between in and me so that I couldn't possibly have had any
subconscious cue-ing/suggestion, etc, and besides that, I'd
come at it from the opposite direction and wouldn't have been
able to see it anyway). It's another of those that doesn't
translate well to text, with it having that subtley
"there"/"animated"/"announcing" surreal quality of so many of
these.
Had a few lunchtime echoes, and slightly less subtle than the
last couple days, but still largely subdued, and just not that
many in number either, probably less than a dozen throughout
lunch and early afternoon. One good example: randomly reading
"open car window" in the 'Tiger in a Trance' book precisely as
a car passed on the street with its music blaring through open
windows, and again I think that I'd registered the open
windows themselves more than the car, with my thinking of how
the music was too loud and crisp to have been played through
closed windows, and again with this vague thought of "music
through open windows rather than closed" corresponding
perfectly synchronistically with my reading the words (and,
once again, even though the sentence was visible to me when I
had the thought, I can 100% trace it to the 100% objective
event of that open-windowed car passing at that precise
instant, etc).
A pretty cool "normal" standout, of the "passing a roadside
sign precisely as the radio echoed what the sign said," but
with a twist. This time it was my stopping by a billboard at
an intersection, with a great big "ANGRY?!?" taking up nearly
the whole thing, just before the radio randomly sang out "I
get angry," another of those with a slight delay of 1-2
seconds but close enough timing and precise and patternistic
enough to be just as notable. However, this one had an
additional quality, of that "question/answer" kind that I've
experienced rarely before, in the sense of the billboard's
implied question of "Are you angry?" being answered by the
radio's statement of "I get angry/Yes, I'm angry" (and,
interestingly, that's just how I'd immediately registered the
sign as, as a question of anger -- again, the component of
perception/consciousness shaping the incident?).
Had another very brief cluster of "small" echo-ey
dinnertime-reading incidents again, with one cool standout,
another "involuntary bodily function" type (why do these
always seem to come in the evening, during the sauna or at
dinnertime?). It started when I had one of those rare and
totally bizarre and totally jarring "twitches" from in my guts
just behind my right ribs, precisely as I came to "attaching
itself to my ribcage" in the 'Tiger in a Trance' book. I at
first just took notice of this as another "small" echo, of the
underlying "ribcage" theme since I'd felt a twitch, not an
"attaching," and also, I had the thought that it was inside my
guts anyhow, just in the ribcage area -- but then I finished
the sentence, which went down a line at "ribcage" and finished
with "on the inside," thus echoing either what had actually
happened or my thought about the twitch being on the inside,
but either way upped the precision and thus notability pretty
high.
6/22/17
Today was much like yesterday so far, still in a "quiet"
period it feels, with a pretty minimal showing of both
thought/perceptual incidents and number repeats. For numbers,
had not the slightest bit of standout, and barely even some
"background-static"-type two-digits and license plates and the
like, probably the quietest overall numbers day in a row
(though, I might just be forgetting some, my memory gone to
hell again today, everything sort of blurring together in that
ugly way).
Had slightly more activity thought-wise, but still pretty
subdued. The first thing I noticed today was more of those
super-subtle/subjective/thematic-type parallels and
recurrences spanning the morning and then early afternoon,
again primarily between ridiculously random stuff I've been
experiencing/reading/thinking about the last couple days,
again almost all of it too obscure to convey in writing but
still very present and notable. The most coherent-ish example
I can think of is this theme of "80s/90s flashback" that I
first really noticed yesterday when I started reading the
'Tiger in a Trance' book, which is set in the 80s and has a
young, white, blonde, acid-taking protagonist, which happens
to parallel so many other of these vague little miscellany
(such as my character from the Pemberton book, which is
strikingly like both the Tiger character and also has a very
similar feel to the plot and events, both being in the 80s and
involving LSD and even written in a similar narrative). And
then, further paralleling it, and a bit more profoundly: that
random box of 80s-and-90s newspaper clippings I was Compelled
to pull from the recycling dumpster at the dump the other day,
despite having no idea what was in the unmarked cardboard box
when I was Compelled to grab it, and the same for the Forbes
magazine I was similarly Compelled to get from the freebie
rack at the library, which also echoed a number of these 80s
and 90s things. But none of this is really conveying still,
all just way too surreal for words. I feel to be entering that
"synchronistic state" semi-constantly now, with standout
incidents just interspersing this steady background static of
obscure echoes and themes and the like.
Had another little echo-y period during lunchtime reading once
again, and just like the last couple, was almost exclusively
super-subtle/"small"/"one-word striking"-types, with more of
the vague parallels and the like mixed in -- again notable
collectively, but individually could be easily dismissed when
put into text.
A couple standoutish examples: the 'Tiger' book echoing the
men sitting next to me at the cafe at lunch in various ways,
such as my reading about "three men" in the book precisely as
I was thinking vaguely that there were three men at the table,
and other various super-small echoes like that (but, enough to
establish a definite pattern, in this super-subtle-echo
fashion); eventually had a couple minor standouts involving
the three men at the table, such as when one of them said
randomly "heaters" precisely as I randomly read "heating" in
the book, with that surreally "striking" precision that just
doesn't translate to words, and then, when they got up and
started hobbling conspicuously awkwardly from the table (they
were all older folks, and overweight and had just eaten and so
were probably even more sluggish), I randomly read "adults
walking dazedly" in the book, which described perfectly their
gaits and also occurred perfectly synchronistic, etc; also, a
very similar "small" nearby-stranger-speaking one just as I
entered Walmart later on, when someone near me randomly said
"local" precisely as I registered a sign reading "locally."
Ended up having some minor activity during dinnertime reading
again, but this time it was only some more of those
super-vague/obscure recurrences and the like, with little to
no echoes interestingly (again: why not tonight?). The first
was a continuation of that theme of "the Tiger book echoing
that Pemberton book I wrote," this time with a seemingly
unnotable one in which, in tonight's reading, it mentioned the
word "diphthong," which, as it were, was a word that I have
only used one time in all my writing, in the Pemberton book
and in that very section which is being echoed by the Tiger
character and events (actually, I even learned the word while
writing that part of the book). Seemingly nothing, but,
really, is just huge, from my subjective viewpoint. Similarly,
the book tonight mentioned a Mazda sportscar and that it was
"fun to drive but too small, a bad touring car" -- when, just
earlier today while driving my Mazda sportscar, I'd had that
exact same thought, that it was fun and easy to drive but
would make a bad car for the upcoming cross-country trip
(which, notably, I had thought of at the time as my "tour,"
haha).
6/23/17
A bit of a shift in feel and format of today's incidents, just
a generally different "groove" than lately, without so many
echo-y-type of incidents (though they were there, and still
only a few and almost all too subjective/subtle to be
conveyed). Numbers were there, but also different than lately,
with several periods of moderately present traffic plates w/37
variants mostly, and still no conspicuous-type ones like I was
having almost constantly there for a while.
The day's standouts were all "normal"/traditional ones:
> Cool vague-thought-type recurrence, a classic example:
yesterday I randomly thought about the Zen "beginner's mind"
concept and my personal take on it, etc, for the first time in
at least a few months -- and then today at lunchtime reading,
the 'Tiger in a Trance' book randomly mentioned exactly this,
and in the exact same context, and after not mentioning
anything Zen-related beforehand in the ~150 previous pages of
the book. Very patternistic and precise and closely timed for
a reading recurrence; very notable.
> Also, a cool sort of combo number-repeat and recurrence,
involving that Mancill Heating and Cooling van with the big 37
on the front that had been parked conspicuously at the random
park bench I lunched at the other day: when I pulled into the
park this evening, there was the van, the exact same one
(unless Mancill H&C has multiple #37 vans), and parked
conspicuously out right where I'd see it, and also, this was
miles and miles from where I'd lunched at and originally saw
it, in NMB instead of downtown MB, and also, the other day was
the first I can ever recall seeing a Mancill company van ever,
never having heard of them before, and then I see it again
within days, as to be notable in itself but much moreso
considering the number-repeat element in it, haha
> A similarly notable, patternistic, "classical" "nearby
stranger conspicuously quoting a 37 variant precisely as I
passed." This time it was at Bi-Lo, immediately after lunch,
as I passed a cashier and a customer and she quoted the price
"thirty-seven-oh-one," and again with that perfect,
conspicuous, patternistic,
impossible-to-consciously-orchestrate timing where, precisely
as I came into earshot, she said it, when seconds earlier or
later I might not have caught it, etc
6/24/17
Day started off almost totally silent, even of super-subtles,
seeming to be the quietest in a long time. But then, starting
at lunch, had some subtles/echoes/parallels/themes come on,
then some numbers starting up again on the drive to the AP,
and then, after another semi-silence during the flight, ended
up having a full-out "explosion"/storm starting just after the
taxi ride.
The lunch subtles were almost all just those
super-subtle-types that can't be described, though did have a
couple coherent-ish examples:
> I had a long chain of thought end with how, during the
morning's headsickness and confusion, I'd successfully bested
the toxicity and brain chemistry and whatever else had been
distorting my thoughts, as to see reality in the face of ugly
perceptual illusions influenced by physical illness and
whatever caused it -- and then, on the very next page in the
'Tiger in a Trance' book, it said "All perception is
chemical," in this exact same context of brain chemistry and
perceptual illusions, and without precedent or anything in
this vein leading up to it on the previous page (and, this
time, the corresponding text was on the next page, unturned
and in a new leaf, as to be 100% invisible to me when I'd
first had the original thought). Very notable, really, but
also just indicative of the lunchtime subtles/echoes
> A similarly notable eating-synchro-type one a little
later, when I bit into a particularly soft, mushy bite of
papaya and thought something along the lines of "that's so
soft/mushy in my teeth" -- and then, a split second later on
the next line of the book, it said "soft and giving," and
though it was visible to me when I had the original thought,
it again all hinged on the completely objective event of my
biting into that particularly soft/ripe/mushy bite (when,
throughout the whole lunch, I'd not thought that)
> A cool short-term, though not perfectly synchronistic,
reading recurrence this morning, when I'd had the thought,
just after fixing up my lunch and putting it in the fridge, of
how much fructose might be in the papaya and if it might spike
my blood sugar/how it might be digested, etc -- and then,
maybe an hour later while reading that random fitness magazine
from VS, it had a little article about how fructose
(specifically fructose, not just general sugar) is digested
and how the body uses it, etc, pretty much exactly what I'd
just randomly thought of (for the first time in a while if
ever) -- and, the graphic for the article even had several
papayas on it, prominently in with pictures of several other
fruits, haha (and, it bears mentioning: this lunchtime papaya
was the first I've eaten a papaya since ... this winter maybe?
perhaps longer)
> Also beginning with the magazine, a less-notable and
"smaller" recurrence/echo: "military brat," which read in an
article in there and then again in the 'Tiger' book at lunch,
maybe an hour or so later; not too notable, though not easily
dismissed either, given that it was the first I'd read it in a
while this morning (and, also that I distinctly Noticed it, as
to give pause in that particular way) but also due to the
precision and somewhat notable timing
Once in NY, the thought-type incidents in the
"explosion"/storm there were in a somewhat different vein,
still echoey but a bit less subtle, and coming at times in
rapid-fire sequence, so many that I just couldn't keep up. The
first that I remember, towards the end of the taxi ride, was a
radio/thought/involuntary-bodily-function-type echo, when my
chest/lungs did that ugly itchiness/detox-like thing they
randomly do every so often (though this was the first time
today, and for several days as it were), which made me think
something along the lines of "chest ugliness/itchiness" --
perfectly synchronistic with the radio in a passing car
singing "the chest." This one, however, was a combo-type one,
or potentially so, because I can't say 100% for sure that the
lyric was "chest" or just something sounded like it, perhaps
subconsciously influenced by my thought of "chest" at the time
-- but, in any case, it made me look over at the car, which, a
split second later, pulled up just enough for me to see its
7311 plate, haha, this again "sliding" into my vision/line of
sight *just so,* in that patternistic fashion; so, even if the
lyric wasn't "chest," it still worked to grab my attention to
that car and its plate, etc, haha.
From there, had both numbers and those newish thought echos
start in force, with conspicuous plates and all manner of
other random two-, three-, and four-digit repeats coming in a
whirlwind, though again mostly 37 variants, as always seems to
be the trend on these "taxi explosions." Had lots of standouts
but I just lost track. Did kind of "crescendo" after I got to
the rental, which, in the bedroom, was a big picture of a
heart on the wall, with "FIG. 37" stenciled in the middle,
haha.
Also, something that I noticed about the post-taxi explosion:
had a standout thought echo just before I paid up and left the
taxi, when I held out my money and, when the driver didn't
immediately take it, I asked "Ready for it?," precisely as my
eyes fell over a "READY" light on the dashboard (which, again,
was visible to me when I formulated the question, but, again,
my question was another objective/independent event, etc).
This one was notable in itself, but with a possible extra
dimension/element to it that would up the notability
considerably: with this "ready" echo coming literally just
seconds before the explosion after I left the cab and started
walking the street, I got the sense, in retrospect, that it
was almost like "it"/the synchronistic "force" or whatever,
was saying "Ready for the big damn storm of synchronicity to
start up?" Maybe not, maybe entirely just me reading that into
it; but then, it certainly didn't feel that way ...
6/25/17
Day was overall a little quieter than yesterday, but still a
goodly amount of activity, though back to being sort of spotty
and periodic, seeming to correspond with periods of
improvement and worsening of health/condition, etc. Had
another "activity beginning almost immediately after leaving
the house for lunch" start-ups again, this time beginning with
a moderate albeit "tame"/license-plate-only 37-variant number
cluster over the ride to church, with a few little echoes here
and there. Ended up having some more echoes and periodic
numbers through afternoon, but not really many standouts, and
again winding down by mid-afternoon. Only real standout I
remember is a "small but striking" radio-type one, when the
radio on the ride home said "Bary" precisely as I looked at a
random street sign reading "Berry St," another of those
phonetically precise/literally imprecise ones, and perfectly
synchronistic in timing.
Most prominent in the day, really, was another big batch of
those morning-to-early-afternoon super-subtle/vague
recurrence/thematic parallels, again involving all sorts of
little things from last night and this morning all blended
together and echoing one another by the time early
afternoon/lunchtime/church rolled around, and again with no
real conveyable examples but all of which were reasonably
notable in themselves, albeit only subjectively. Ended up
being damn surreal, no less than during a "storm" of
coherent-type ones, perhaps even moreso for it.
Ended up having another small cluster of dinnertime reading
echoes and recurrences again, though again just brief and none
of them very standoutish. Example of the echoes was another of
those "random thoughts echoing a line of text that was visible
to me before, but stemmed from a completely
objective/independent/unique event," this time when I bit into
a particularly hard and chew bite of those weird "nosh"
concoctions I'd bought, precisely as I encountered "hardened
food" in the 'Tiger in a Trance' book. And as for the
recurrences, the best/most coherent example was that the book
mentioned a theme of "puking" several times tonight, when I
don't believe it had previously, when just this afternoon I'd
encountered the woman puking on the street over in Manhattan
and offered her a napkin afterward (and that was actually one
of the events in the book, someone puking and then the
narrator offering them a napkin) -- again easily dismissible
in itself, but good God, there have just been so many like
this today, far more than enough to establish a pattern.
6/26/17
Reasonable amount of activity today but never really to
"storm" levels. Numbers were there and still more or less the
same "37 variants everywhere" kind that come from walking the
city, but without very many conspicuous-type ones, and never
really graduating to that "intelligent"/living-dream level
(though still surreal enough, just being there).
Still having a reasonable number of those
"day/morning/afternoon in a blender"-type of super-subtle
recurrences, without any coherent examples to quote.
Had a cool, albeit subtle, series of "ask and receive"/"vague
wanting"-type ones yesterday and today, the most notable being
when, after looking all over the place for some magnesium
yesterday but never buying any, when I got back to the rental
I was Compelled to look in a bag of garbage by the building
door (one bag in particular amid literally a whole mound of
them, probably ten in all), and in it I found a cannister of
magnesium powder, with some in it (though I chickened out
about taking it ultimately, being unable to be sure what it
was exactly -- but the "ask and receive" effect was certainly
there, and even more notable considering my being Compelled to
that one bag). And, a minute later, I was Compelled to a
second bag, which had a bottle of maple syrup in it, real
maple syrup, grade B, the expensive kind -- which is exactly
what I've been thinking about getting, off and on for the last
couple days, to do the baking soda thing with it (though I
again didn't use this find, it being opened and smelling oddly
sour). And then this morning, just before leaving, I'd noticed
my sunflowers and thought about how I didn't get a plant food
when I bought them, triggering another vague thought/desire to
get some -- and then, maybe 20 minutes later while walking to
lunch, there was a little packet of plant food on the street
(and, as it were, of the exact kind that I've been getting
when getting flowers from supermarkets).
Had another onset of the "synchronistic
state"/background-static type of echoes upon leaving this
morning, as happens so many times. Today, however, noticed a
slight variation of them, waxing back toward that
"instant-thought-manifestation"-type I was having so
prominently last month or so, which is qualitively different
in a way that I can't really describe. First I noticed today
was, precisely as I decided to head to Whole Foods and eat
there, I passed a garbage can with a big Whole Foods bag
sticking prominently from the top (when I'm pretty sure it
wasn't in view when I'd had the thought, though it wouldn't
really matter, since I'd decided before even emerging onto the
street that I'd be going there). And then, later in the
afternoon, a better example: right before I left that random
health food shop I came across by accident, I'd finished
another long random chain of thought about the artichoke
hearts I'd gotten serrendipitously from Whole Foods (this
triggered by the fact that I couldn't find anything I wanted
from the store, thus making me think "Well I have the
artichoke hearts anyhow") -- and then, just a milisecond later
after I'd opened the door and went back out onto the street,
the first thing I saw was a pizza box, laid out prominently on
the sidewalk and directly in my line of sight as is so
patternistic (where I didn't even have to shift my eyes or
anything to see it, etc), with it reading "ARTICHOKE'S PIZZA"
in big letters in the middle, as to echo my thought of
"artichoke" near-instantaneously as to be surreally "striking"
in that special way.
Had a similarly notable classic radio-type echo this morning
when I went to the hardware store and the guy there asked for
my keys, and precisely as he said it and I reached for them,
the random song on the radio sang out "keys" (or, at least,
I'm 99% sure it did; I was a bit soupy at the time and can't
say 100%, but if it wasn't "keys," it was something that
sounded very much like it, and was timed perfectly
synchronistic/patternistically with it in any case).
Had one standout incident that could be classified in various
ways, I guess just a random recurrence/Compelling-type would
be best. It started at that random "local goods" shop I went
into and found that simple backpack and stood there looking at
it for a while, oddly drawn by it, in the "both
noticed/Noticing" it fashion, in the subtle illogical way but
also just because I'd never seen a pack quite like it before,
for all its simplicity. Then, about 30 minutes later while in
that random park that I was similarly Compelled to enter, I
was subsequently Compelled to look in one of the trashcans for
some reading material for when I sat down to rest, and it
proved to be an incident in itself, since that particular
trashcan not only had a magazine in it, right on top, but it
was a Men's Health, which I haven't read in a long time and
was just the sort of random-easy-reading stuff I'd like while
lazing on a park bench -- but then it doubled up, when I
looked on the back and there was an ad displaying a man
wearing a backpack exactly like that I'd been so illogically
attracted to in that random store. Haha.
6/27/17
Day was characterized by a reasonable abundance of those
"smallish"/subtle/two- and three-digit semi-conspicuous-types
I've had on this trip to the city, with them being
"everywhere," coming at me from all directions but only in
that subtle, "quiet" manner. Can't quote any real standout
examples but were quite a few in total, easily dozens, really
surreal in its non-animated way.
At lunchtime reading, had two pretty notable "realtime
event"-type echoes right off the bat, literally on the first
page in the first paragraph, but then they abruptly tapered
off, until I only had numbers through most of the rest of the
day.
Three standouts I got down:
> Randomly reading "safe space" just as I had another of
those long, objective, traceable, independent
chain-of-thoughts end with how the Whole Foods I was eating in
was about as safe as space as I was going to get in the
circumstances
> Really damn surreal one when I read "shut cut loose on
the floor" precisely as a small young girl child darted across
the floor in front of me. Highly notable since it was
perfectly synchronistic in timing, along with perfectly
precise (the book's sentence was in that exact same context, a
young female child running across the floor), and perfectly
patternistic, and also notable in circumstance since the girl
had been standing at a dead stop beforehand, and there were no
other children running around
> Another "long objective traceable chain of thought" one a
little later, when I randomly thought (and also envisioned
this in my mind's eye, as it so patternistic of these) of how
I would later be setting up my phone/portable keyboard at the
airport food court table later, setting up my "office" there
to write as I am now -- precisely as I came to "by setting up
her little desk" in the book, not only precise in context and
theme, but also in it being a "little" desk, in the
cute/weird/abnormal sense, just as my food-court "desk" would
be
Then tonight had a little cluster of those collectively
surreal parallels/thematic recurrences at dinnertime reading,
now echoing almost perfectly this latest trip to the city and
many of the random things I'd
thought/experience/encountered/ruminated on there, this time
in the part of the 'Lost Girls' book I read tonight
(immediately after getting back to the beach, as it were).
Again all too subjective to convey, but just so utterly damn
surreal, seeing basically these last several days mirrored so
perfectly in this completely random book (another one picked
up on a Compelling from a street vendor, just a couple days
ago while in the city, and again with the part that echoed the
experiences Just Happening to come up immediately after my
return back, when the echo wouldn't otherwise have occurred
...)
6/28/17
Another mild/"quiet" day, but certainly some activity here and
there. Numbers were pretty minimal, but still present, just a
showing of two- and three-digit 37 variants on license plates
and the like (did have one of those "doubles" in there, when a
car with a 73 plate pulled up and, precisely after I saw it, a
second car pulled directly beside it and stopped, with a 777
plate (common variant as of late, for some reason), with the
two plates perfectly aligned side by side as is the pattern
with these "double"-types). Also, a cool standoutish one on
the way home when I came up on a car that was going *just slow
enough* that I came *just* into range to see its 7771 plate,
this happening in that patternistic and hugely surreal, albeit
very subjective/"in the moment"/"can't be conveyed," way.
Otherwise, no real standouts to note.
Had some more of those vague/super-subtle parallels and the
like between the morning reading material (another freebie
library magazine, from the Smithsonian this time) and my
forthcoming experiences in the day.
Had some lunchtime-reading activity again, but only very
scattered and low-key, such as a nearby stranger at the table
beside me randomly saying "a guy" perfectly synchronistic with
my randomly reading "a guy" in the 'Lost Girls' book. Slightly
more notable: randomly reading "Go with me -- we're just gonna
go," precisely as the overhead radio sang out "Baby don't go,"
another of those sort of "antagonistic"/"opposite"-type ones.
Had a couple more of those "MP3 player music at the gym
echoing what I was doing"-type ones too, though also pretty
low-key and "small," such as the song randomly singing "turn
my back" precisely as I twisted on the bar, turning my back
(the lyric was in different context, in the sense of shunning
someone rather than physical movement, but the literal echo
was certainly there).
Had a cool, albeit obscure and sort of
"half-there"/"distorted"-type one towards the tail-end of
lunch. It started when I randomly read "I hardly have to do
nothing, and I get thousands of dollars," which thus made me
think (because it was in regards to prostitution) "But you are
doing something, you're letting yourself being exploited and
exploiting others indirectly" -- precisely as "Give yourself
away" sang randomly from the radio, echoing the underlying
thought almost perfectly.
6/29/17
Overall another quiet day, even moreso than yesterday, without
even the smattering of echoes at lunch and such. Probably the
quietest day thought-wise in a while (this corresponding with
that really bizarre, crippling headsickness I had come on
through the morning and afternoon, coincidentally). There were
numbers, at times quite a few, but still limited to mostly 37
variants on license plates, and these still of the low-key,
non-conspicuous variety. Did have a higher-than-average number
of parking-lot-type ones, all of that classical pattern that
is so well-established now, but no real standouts.
Only standout on either front today was a cool, classical
reading/book-type recurrence, of Robert Moses, the famous NYC
architect. It started a few days ago when I randomly read an
article about him and his work, in that same library-freebie
copy of the Smithsonian magazine, and this was the first I'd
ever heard of the man in my life, etc -- and then today, in
the 'Lost Girls' book, it went into a brief history of Moses
and his NYC work, pretty much exactly what I'd read in the
magazine just days ago (it was maybe ... 3 or 4 days?), once
again the old pattern of being introduced to something for the
first time in my life, then randomly encountering it again
soon after, etc, etc.
6/30/17
An uptick in overall activity today, though not a huge one.
Seen mostly in numbers, which "graduated" somewhat from the
moderate amount of license-plate 37s to some more-conspicuous
types of traffic incidents, along with a greater showing of
the random-type of repeats in my environment and the like
(including the receipt at the completely random and unplanned
McDonald's I went to for coffee, coming out with order # 373
exactly, with a big printed "373" at the very top, and even
with a couple other random 37s on it in other places, haha).
Other random, semi-conscpicuous/patternistic 37s: noticed that
a "7/13" printed mysteriously on the spine of the 'Lost Girls'
book, along with several big "3/17s" in that copy of Men's
Health (it's the March 2017 issue), both of which were mildly
notable considering that these were two
super-random/conspicuous/Compelled-type of acquisitions from
the city.
Thought-type incidents were again there and slightly more
present, but still reasonably low-key and subtle (albeit still
managing to be surreal). Back to having scattered, periodic
thought/experience echoes off and on through late morning and
afternoon, though all mostly "small"/subjective and impossible
to fully convey. One example: another of those
phone-reading/radio-type ones, when precisely as I scrolled up
randomly on my phone and read "don't know" right as it
appeared (again lending that "animated" quality), the radio
randomly sang out "don't know." Maybe 5-6 like that throughout
driving around today, mostly involving one-words on the radio
and roadsign signs, etc.
Then tonight, a cute little footnote to the 373 McDonald's
coffee receipt: when I filled out the online survey this
evening, the validation code it gave me at the end was
0570303, haha.