Synchronicity

Holding an old record by The Police in my hands, I am struck by the title: Synchronicity. There is a theory or philosophical concept by Carl Jung called synchronicity, temporally coincident occurences of acausal events or, in short, meaningful coincidences. Before a very important person in my life died, I used to glance at the clock and it would be double digit combination like 09:09 or 15:15 and I would comment on the strange occurence to my friends and family. Shortly after she died in 2006 this stopped completely, but I didn't make the connection at that time.

My aunt joined a support group, Compassionate Friends, to deal with her daughter's death. A woman attended a session one day who was also numerologist and practised Kabbalah. She took my cousin's birthdate and worked out her number.She was born on the 9th of April in 1991: 9 + 4 + 1 + 9 + 9 + 1 = 33. That number would again be simplified to a one digit number (3 + 3 = 6), but the fact that it ended on a double digit is significant. People whose number is double digit before simplification have a special aura about them. They are exposed to incredible hardships and pain, but touch the lives of others with their mere presence and inner beauty and creativity.

My cousin was a softspoken, delicate beauty and compassionate person. Her relationship was strained with her father and he didn't play an active role in her life. When she was admitted to the hospital, even though she was terribly ill, she was always more concerned about other people and what they were going through. She was one of a kind. In this day and age how many people are truly philanthropists at heart and would help out their fellow human being. I only made the connection between the time and her number afterwards and it makes sense to me. Everything is energy and connected and I believe in signs. Life is precious and should not be taken for granted. Something so simple is actually very hard to do and people become jaded far too early on in life. The beauty of a sunset with bold strokes of a golden or mandarin orange and dusky pink or the bright lights of a cityscape echoing the twinkle of stars in the sky are lost on most observers. So when I come across these I acknowledge them as they serve as a personal reminder of how short life can be.

The lyrics of two songs come to mind when I think about you (The Offspring's Gone away and Adema's Do you hear me) and I do that often ...

I reach to the sky
And call out your name
Oh please let me trade
I would

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away