What we call chance, accidents, coincidences, haphazard, is but the foam crowning a powerful ocean wave, or, to steer away from wild elements and closer to our daily grind, the froth topping a cappuccino ; meanwhile, the very fabric of life is brewing on a much deeper level, its dark secrets bubbling lighter waves to the surface for us to see… or not. Fortune tellers know better, they only peek at the bottom of coffee cups.
Messages from the Source-cuisine, foam-like manifestations of the divine chef’s original brew resonating in infinitely varied ways and directions… these echoes we sometimes call synchronicities never cease to surprise, delight and amaze me. As I move forward in the only time-direction my Earthbound existence allows, I find them to be more numerous and more significant. The fact I pay more attention to them also seems to act as a multiplying factor. So many road signs on the path of life, taking on many different guises and sometimes staring me in the face. Some I read right away, some I misunderstand, some I refuse to see, some I plain miss. But whether you call them synchronicities or serendipities, keeping in mind the nuance between the two, they are everywhere, ubiquitous echoes of our own true destiny ; things may look like chaos at times, but when you take a closer look at life’s ever-changing patterns, you will see a highly structured mesh of reverberating shapes, colors, sounds, scents, words, numbers… in short, anything of significance to the human mind.
Pay attention to the synchronicities in your life. More than once, you will find that they shed light on events past and future, and that events themselves, because of how intricately they relate to one another in your own symbolic world, may be echoes of deeper events yet to occur.
As their foam surfaces in our daily existence, we can each try to make more sense of our own mad cappuccino !
I was always an avid reader of master-disciple stories, when one learns from a mysterious shaman or wise man/woman who shares profound insights and visions. I wanted this to happen to me, so I asked. And I received. Synchronicity brought Sotigui, an African griot from Mali, into my life, and I discovered the bliss of learning from a very wise man who carried with him the knowledge of thousands of years, a culture different from my own and a joy that was impossible not to feel in his presence. One of the things he always said was, “don’t force things. Don’t try to work on them so hard before their time, they will push back as hard as you did.” That was difficult to understand. I thought we were supposed to do precisely that in life, push as hard as we can…
He often added: “Avoid hastiness.” He said that with a calm, soothing tone that made me think about the village he described before his life in Paris. I imagined a slower pace and I felt an inner peace just thinking about it. More often than not, I had just hopped off the metro, hurrying up to keep up with the human sea pouring in and out, already thinking about my next appointment and I’m not even close to a type A, more like a type W or Z!
My head was spinning from the constant rush, an inevitable consequence of living in a metropolis… Or so I thought, until I walked the street and metro corridors with Sotigui and realized he was just as calm and composed as he was in his living room, sipping tea.
“You must miss Africa a lot. Do you have to go there often to resource?”, I once asked him during one of our numerous tea-pow wows in the Parisian suburb of Les Lilas. He thought for a moment, and said:
“I take Africa with me everywhere I go.” From his tone and the expression on his face, I could tell it was exactly how he felt. It wasn’t a figure of speech or an image designed to soothe homesickness, it was an actual fact. That’s how he could remain so calm and focused amidst urban chaos. His energy was stronger, more stable than that of the city surrounding him. And what he loved, he not only took everywhere with him, but shared generously. It was such a different outlook on life, letting it unfold and approaching it with patience, from ones own grounded center. Allowing things to happen. Allow almost sounds like “a-law”… It is actually the law that can bring into our life what has been eluding us. Where the Will has failed miserably and repeatedly, the law of Allow may succeed.
Side-by-side with the law of Cause and Effect, the law of synchronicity shapes our everyday reality. Except this is not about before and after. And one thing does not happen as a result of the other.
Rather, echoes suddenly appear that will make you wonder, while not necessarily providing directions of answers.
A word painted on the wall in a street-corner, a familiar name flashing on a billboard, a recurring number… All bear a significance accessible to you only, at first making you raise an eyebrow, then thinking more deeply and perhaps question, as they happen again and again, ripples in your very own time-space continuum that seem to have been placed on your path just for you, just at the right time by an invisible –and facetious- hand.
Whether it brings just what you need at a given moment, makes your soul smile or your heart sigh, a synchronicity, bound neither by time nor by causality, is both elusive, hard to comprehend and impossible to forget.
It defies reason, bypasses it, dwarfs it, simultaneously flashing its messages from both ends of the universe in a direction that is defined by consciousness alone. Witnessing, accepting and acknowledging it creates the path for more ripples, more signals, more direct echoes and messages.
Sender: the Source
Enjoy the ride.
Love will makes one so whole it’s safe to open up as widely as you dare and fly high. Pain is an explosion that will rip you in a thousand pieces and makes you crash, so you’ll want to curl up and close, gathering what you can and hold it back together. The first gives you a set of wings, the second comes with a parachute. Each will make you fly in ways you wouldn’t suspect, if you understand and accept that they are simply a process, two parts of the same wave that are no more distinct than you and your Self. It seems cliché to say embrace the pain, but the quicker one does just that, the quicker one will ride that wave and move back onto its joyful counterpart. At some miraculous point the parachute morphs into a new set of wings, but it doesn’t stop there. Eventually we learn to surf in ways that transform every wave into joy.
Direct messages from the universe are as powerful as they are discreet… Or so it seems. Once we learn how to see and what to look for, it is surprising to witness how signs abound, and how one’s apparent craziness is far less crazy than treading life with one’s eyes semi-closed, as before noticing the magical power of synchronicity.
They may be very subtle, but if you shut down resistance to the deeper emanations of the Source of life itself, their light will shine so bright your inner eye might blink a few times, your heart might skip a beat and you might just smile for no reason at all… Or so it seems.
Emotions trace lines all over us, roads and path that criss-cross in every direction again and again, new and old lines mixing. And those wrinklles in our hearts, those bitter-sweet imprints of love shared or lost, make it grow and become ever more embracing, loving, forgiving. There are no limits to how much a heart can love, and through each disappointment or setbacks, it learns to love even more.
This is what Death tells us. That no matter how it stretches my heart when someone dear to me is taken away, it won’t break ; because my heart will just stretch even more, all the way to the Moon, why not ? And beyond every star, every corner of space and time a spirit might venture to ; my body may be right here among all the other moving bodies, the ones pumping warm blood and oxygen every second of the night and day without a second thought…
but when you leave yours, my heart will be right there with you among the celestial bodies. In a split second it will follow you to your new home and explore with you. Because this is the nature of the heart and its mission of love. Let your spirit follow the lines traced in your heart, let it explore these dark alleys and sweet corners, until you discover…
What? That it’s all there. That there are doors that merge rather than separate, that once you have stepped through its all the same ; you me… here, there, yesterday, now and tomorrow. All weaved in the timeless fabric of love.
For years the words “love” and “synchronicities” danced in my mind like two exuberant lovers. Beautiful to watch and relentless at the same time, they inspired a host of thoughts I longed to put into form. From as long as I can remember I noticed them, the synchronicities or so-called coincidences that “happen” in what we call everyday life. I decided early on to do my best to identify them, to listen to them and follow them whenever and wherever I could. It is a different approach to life, akin to a bird gliding from current to current of warm air, waiting for nature’s impulse to make it soar.
In this way I have experienced life-changing friendships, switched careers or even continents, all because of a so-called chance encounter, an intuition, a dream or something a total stranger had said. I did not always see so clearly what had triggered certain decisions, and it wasn’t until I consciously noticed synchronistic manifestations that they began to multiply, acquiring both increased strength and significance. I also noticed how love often walks hand in hand with synchronicities. In fact they seem to preclude it, enhance it, protect it and nourish it at the same time.
Eventually the two lovers dancing in my mind came together and gave me their offsprings in the form of thoughts and reflexions. So I have no choice but to let them grow, respect their pace, listen to them breathe and finally speak. I hope I will be a good listener and a faithful interpreter when I experience the joy of sharing with you.