by Dreams End » Fri Jul 29, 2005 1:11 am
Okay, not too many Magick stories forthcoming...here's a chance to "troll" for another kind of interesting story: synchronicity stories. I'm going to post two which happened to me. One is a repeat from another post, but maybe not all saw it who would come here. Second one hasn't been posted. Join me! <br><br>Story one:<br><br>I was on a peace walk back in the late eighties with a Buddhist monk from Japan. We walked from St. Mary's, GA all the way to Amarillo, TX on a rather serpentine route along rail tracks over which Trident missile parts were transported. This explains how we ended up walking through Kansas...not exactly between the two endpoints.<br><br>There was, at this point, only the two of us. At other times, more people would join us for awhile. And we were supposed to have had another member of our party for the whole trip, a fellow named Norbert who went by the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>nom de paix</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> of "No Nuke Norb"but he decided to attend some sort of peace conference in Russia.<br><br>It was f*&%$ing hot, literally about 110 degrees. It was only noon and we were out of water. Trusting for the universe to provide is one thing, but just being stupid is something else entirely.<br><br>Houses were sparse as we were in the midst of farm country. And there were some massive farms on this stretch of road. Luckily, we happened upon a young man who was watering in the front yard. We asked if we could have some water and he said sure. And we asked if we could sit under his wonderful shade tree to have our lunch (meager as it was) and he assented again.<br><br>Now, throughout the southeast and in the heartland, the site of my friend the monk was an odd one. He wore orange robes , a strange white hat and beat a prayer drum while chanting. And though we were shot at once (over our head, at least) most of the time people warmed to my friend quickly and completely.<br><br>It was no different this time and soon we were invited in to have lunch with his whole family. They were gracious and fed us well. Naturally, they wanted to know what on earth we were doing and we explained. " Hmm," replied one of them... "You know, we have a cousin who is a big peace activist. Actually, we need to contact him as a family member has died and we don't know how to get ahold of him. Maybe you've met him before? Crazy guy....goes by "No Nukes Norb."<br><br><br><br>Story 2<br><br>This one is pretty wild. For the last couple of years, I've been doing private tutoring for a living. In fact, the bulk of that work has been with a family of boys who are homeschooled. They are all brilliant but due to issues such as Asperger syndrome and bipolar disorder, they didn't do well in a regular classroom.<br><br>Some months ago, I happen to wonder where a book of mine had gotten to. I hadn't noticed it in some years. It was autographed and had some other special significance to me. The book was <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>The Convention</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> by Will Campbell, a Mississippi preacher of great wit and common sense. <br><br>Two days later, after a search turned up nothing, I was at the house of this family I worked with. They were preparing to move to a new house and the father had a side book business, so he had hundreds of books to pack up. He deals, to a degree, in first editions and that sort of thing, and he was checking editions and for autographs in the books to see which ones were valuable and should not be given away.<br><br>He emerged from his book basement with a copy of <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>The Convention</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END-->. "You want this back?" he asked.<br><br>I didn't remember having lent it to them, and asked him how he'd gotten it.<br><br>"Oh," he replied, "I bought it second hand at a Goodwill or someplace 5 or 6 years ago."<br><br> I wondered how he knew I'd lost MY copy.<br><br>Until he opened the cover.<br><br>It WAS my copy. Autographed to me. He'd bought the book years before we'd ever even met.<br><br>I pondered the significance of this. It seemed like a blatant "slap in the face" from the universe...but to what end. I had been feeling rather disconnected from the world and had lost all the certainty of my youth as to what my place in it is. In fact, my wordview was really one of despair, if anything.<br><br>And then I noticed the inscription, which I'd all but forgotten. The inscription was only one word.<br><br>The word was this:<br><br><br>HOPE!<br><br> <p></p><i></i>