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When you wake up to Life, you\u2019re looking for any breadcrumbs that might give you a clue. You are for all practical purposes in a foreign land and making your way forward as best you can on sheer curiosity and stamina and determination.  You have questions, lots of questions and looking hard for some answers. While \u2018living some distant day into the answer\u2019 may be comforting, it is hardly a boon for patience!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You wait. You go with the flow. You let time pass which is required to prove your patience. Your energy is directed forward, and energy put forth creates. All of a sudden, you\u2019re rewarded with a leg-up, a fast forward, an \u2018aha\u2019 moment that sends your entire energy system into hyperdrive! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finding Synchronicity Synchronistically.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

 I can\u2019t show a montage of pictures to indicate \u201ctime passes\u201d like they do in movies, but time had been and was passing. Somewhere between five and seven years since I ran into The Catalyst<\/strong> that jolted me out of being asleep. I\u2019d skipped through the music industry, hit a lick in television production. By this time, I had \u2018flowed\u2019 into being a writer by occupation–albeit marketing\/advertising–but I was realizing I could write. Part of me even felt in all the repetitious projects, I was obediently doing my \u201csums\u201d or \u201ctimes tables.\u201d Rote. Writing dust jacket flap and back cover copy for a national publisher was teaching me to take a lump of clay, shape and mold it into a piece of art capable enough to sell a book. Again and again. Lump. Art. Rote.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Being freelance, I had a certain control over my own time. As long as I met deadlines, sure, I could take some time off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a sunny day, with no deadlines looming, so I packed my ever-present notebook and pen, some books, and a bite to eat for a leisurely drive down The Natchez Trace to revive spirit and soul. Fifty miles per hour limit, shady, curvy, hilly, lovely overlooks. I stopped here for an overlook, there for an historic marker, ending up at Meriwether Lewis Death and Burial Site. Yes, that Meriwether Lewis of Lewis and Clark, the adventurers who mapped out this virgin and unknown land.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I read. I wrote. I sat under a big tree beside the flat markers of the Pioneer Cemetery there. I toured the grounds, read the intriguing but brief signs indicating that while Lewis was killed at this place, it was uncertain as to the circumstances\u2014intruder\/murder or suicide?  I\u2019m not sure why I was so fascinated with the ambiguity and mystery of his death at this place, but it was such that I vowed I was going to get more details and draw my own conclusion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Upon my return to civilization, I went immediately to the library (yes, this was in the day of the library and I was into Books). To the Biography Section (in alphabetical order by subject). Here\u2019s the default setting of a book lover: if you\u2019re gonna get one book in the L\u2019s for Lewis, why not one in the J\u2019s for James Joyce and, what the heck, here\u2019s a name I\u2019ve heard somewhere before here in the J\u2019s, Carl G. Jung. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I made short shrift of James Joyce\u2014he was just too far out for me to identify with his life whatsoever. I didn\u2019t even bother to finish that book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I formed my own opinion about Meriwether Lewis\u2019 death after reading his bio\u2014murder, not suicide. A couple of reasons. First, The Trace was a boon to highway robbers as it was the way home by land for men who had floated their crops down the Mississippi to sell and they were carrying cash. Second, Lewis was a mere 34 years old and headed back to Philadelphia to edit a book on his great expedition;  I felt no one with as adventurous a spirit as he exhibited would have taken his own life as was hinted at in those oblique signs posted at the park.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then came time for the Jung book, Memories, Dreams and Reflections<\/em>. (Did I instinctively save the best for last?) It was the next turning point in my life, a whole loaf of bread, forget the crumbs! It was a lighted beacon in my stumbling, asking-questions darkness. In today\u2019s vernacular\u2014\u201cOMG!\u201d In the vernacular of that day, all I could utter was \u201dThis man\u2019s been readin\u2019 my mail.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The things he wrote about were delineating what I\u2019d been experiencing since \u201cI woke up.\u201d It was more than just confirmation and validation.  He gave me the \u201cWhy\u201d that I so desperately craved. I would read a passage\u2014\u201cyes!\u2019\u2014and get up and run around the house to expend the excited energy that was pulsing through me! In my journal, I noted: \u201c\u2026reading his bio was exhilarating; I kept saying, \u2018wonderful,\u2019 \u2018wondrous,\u2019 \u2018thank you\u2019 because it was so re-affirming to me.\u201d I had lived some distant day into an answer\u2014answers, in fact! I was getting lots of clues, answers, reaffirmations, validations, new information\u2014check check check! Fast forward propulsion! Hyperdrive!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Connecting the Dots:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

If I hadn\u2019t laid out from writing assignments to take a day off; if I hadn\u2019t ended up at Meriwether Lewis Park on my drive; if I hadn\u2019t stopped, got out, walked the park; if I hadn\u2019t been intrigued enough by Lewis\u2019 death to go to a library and get a book not only about him but, what the heck, how about some guy named Carl Jung; and then that book telling me about EVERYTHING that had been happening to me in my new \u201cawakened\u201d state (in the past five years)…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m sorry, but that just does not happen by accident, now, does it?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s called Synchronicity. Incarnate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Think of it\u2014finding answers I was seeking for years…in a book…because I went to a park and was curious about Meriwether Lewis. There\u2019s no cause and effect. Synchronicity\u2014two things linked with no common causality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Synchronicity Marks the Dots for You.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Synchronicity, or meaningful coincidence as some timid people are wont to call it, is a flaming coincidence that even you can\u2019t ignore–and it has a message, a meaning, especially for you. If you recognize Synchronicity occuring in your life, stop and ask: what is it underscoring for me? Something here has meaning and importance. What am I to see? Of further mention here: Synchronicity seems to become more prevalent when you \u2018wake up\u2019 and start \u2018seeking\u2019 or asking your questions of Life. Or, maybe it\u2019s just because you are now \u2018awake\u2019 and noticing it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

First, synchronicities are only seen by those with wide-open eyes that see and only heard with ears that hear (that\u2019s biblical!)  Second, you have a feeling like it\u2019s a connection with some unseen helper who\u2019s in on the journey with you. Third, it\u2019s like an underscore\u2014you know, like when you underscore or highlight a passage that has meaning and significance to you? That you want to remember. It may give you new information on your Life, that \u201caha!\u201d moment, a light-bulb going on. Many times it reinforces something you just learned about yourself, an affirmation, so-to-speak, that you got it right and are headed in the right direction. But it always makes you feel connected to something bigger, something benevolent that\u2019s laying down a few breadcrumbs for you to follow on your way to safety. When you experience Synchronicity in your life, look around. There\u2019s a Dot dropping somewhere! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

If it hadn\u2019t been for a string, yes, string, I tell you, of synchronicities,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I would never have met The Catalyst that woke me up.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you\u2019re new to Mesmarriah Miracle, it\u2019s best to start at Post #1 and<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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