I share anomalous personal experiences primarily related to the phenomena known as synchronicity. I also share my thoughts and opinions about how (and perhaps why) synchronicity occurs as well as the mechanics of and ingredients that create synchronicity experiences.
My favorite number is 19... I was born on the 19th of September in the year 1957. The year features the 19 and in looking closer we see that 19 + 19 + 19 = 57.
My friend, Robert, came to visit me when I was living in Panama around the turn of the year leading into 2011. I had been living in an isolated society where I simply had not met anyone open minded about the phenomena of synchronicity, so when Robert visited and because he was an open minded person, I brought up the subject. During that conversation, I mentioned that 19 was my favorite number. The seed was planted.
The very next morning I went to have breakfast at the Marriott. Valet parking being free, I drove right up and was given a valet ticket. I laughed when I saw the number was 658 which when added = 19. I kept the valet ticket so I could show Robert who had slept in.
After breakfast I went back home. I lived on the 33rd floor of a 33 story building. My parking space was on the second floor. I parked and entered the elevator. Immediately the elevator stopped at the third floor and the person getting on selected floor 19. I laughed and am sure the person thought me a bit strange.
When I arrived, I enthusiastically told Robert the story of both the valet ticket as well as the stop on floor 19 on the way up. He laughed.
That evening, we went to dinner and decided to valet park as opposed to searching for a parking spot in the crowded neighborhood. As I exited the car, I was handed the valet ticket which was simply a number printed on a paper. Sure enough, the number was 19. I yelled across to Robert - "LOOK!" as I held up the number. We both laughed in amazement.
As we were entering the restaurant, up walked the two friends we had planned to meet - a couple named Becky and Aaron, both from Minnesota. I told them the story where Aaron seemed open minded and amazed yet Becky appeared unimpressed.
Just after dinner we all decided to drive over to the Veneto Hotel which has a fun casino. Again we used valet. As I exited the car I asked for everyone's attention as I was handed the valet ticket.
It was a 5 digit number yet what I immediately saw was that the number ended in... 19. I yelled "LOOK!" Robert laughed, Aaron said "wow" and Becky looked at us all like something was wrong with us. We entered the casino and jumped on the escalator to the 2nd floor. While riding up I said, "LOOK! The first three digits are 2 9 and 8 which when added equals... 19."
At this point Becky looked at me like I was possessed while everyone else laughed.
This experience occurred a few months after the 23 Synchronicity and by this time I had developed the habit of saving these artifacts.
One funny thing happened a bit later... I had been playing craps and I saw Robert and Aaron sitting over at a black jack table. I looked around for Becky and after awhile I spotted her at the farthest roulette table. I bet you anything she was playing 19 Red. Haha.
Once (sometime around 2010) I was meditating upon my father who died in 1979.
As I meditated upon my father I felt the compelling to
draw a card from the Crop Circle Cards deck
I picked –
I will always recall that experience… it was like my Dad was
saying, “I’m fine son and resting in a peaceful place.”
So a few minutes ago I was thinking of my Dad… today being
January 13, 2016 – the day he would have been 81 and I happened to decide I
needed to check an account balance at one of my banks.This bank has a “token timer” which is used
as part of their security process.So
with my mind lingering on my father I mechanically went through the protocol to
access the account.
The token I was given lasts for 30 seconds.When I saw the number I felt that “inner compelling”
to add up the numbers which I rapidly did and BAM – 39.I still had enough time to grab the
screenshot.
What is additionally interesting is (as I mentioned above),
my father’s favorite number was 3.Note
that 13 is the “Death Card” (I prefer to call it "Transition") in Tarot and is also the day number of his birthday…
3 x 13 =yep, 39
[Added 2019-11-18]
In late September of this year (2019) I came upon a book entitled American Cosmic by D. W. Pasulka. I experienced this book in a most amazing way making this book one of the books where the book literally came alive for me... stimulating all sorts of incredible synchronicities. One particular experience occurred on Monday afternoon, September 30th, when I read the following:
"I also knew an experiencer who knew Tyler. His interpretation of Tyler was informed by his belief in extraterrestrials and his Christian beliefs, so I wasn't that surprised when he told me that Tyler was probably an angel, which to him meant that he was a person who is part human and part extraterrestrial."
I immediately felt that amazing goose bumpy feeling and then felt that urge to "pick a card" from the Crop Circle Card deck which I couldn't actually do as I was sitting on the park bench (more about that in the future) and the cards were (of course) at home. So I did the next best thing... I asked Google to grab me a random number between 0 and 63 (as the Crop Circle Card deck is 64 cards numbered 0 to 63 and I have all the cards memorized anyways)... and so BAM, I got the precise number I wanted to receive - 39. And why did I want that number? Because, in my English Language Gematria system, the word Angel adds to 39.
A = 1, N = 14, G = 7, E = 5, L = 12... add 'em up and you get - 39.
So, to recap - in no more than 45 seconds the following happened. I read the above quoted text in Dr. Pasulka's book, I got that amazing goose bumpy feeling, I then felt the compelling to "pick a card" where I consciously thought (because I seemed to consciously know) I would pick the number 39... grabbed my phone and hit the Google voice button and said, "random number between 0 and 63" and BAM, 39 comes up. In fact, I instantly took a screenshot because it has been my habit for years now to always grab as much artifacts as I can when the phenomena arises. The event occurred between no earlier than 12:56 PM and no later than 12:57:59 PM as the time stamp of the screenshot is 12:57. Again, it all took place in less than 45 seconds.
Ahhhh but there's more. Pasulka was discussing "downloads." I am friends with a man who I will call Rob who has told me of his experience in receiving a powerful download while he was in a special chamber in one of the famous Egyptian pyramids. And so I called Rob soon after I reached a stopping point in American Cosmic. I mentioned the download commentary I had just read in Pasulka's book and Rob began to tell me a story of when he was young. The details of the story are many but the reason I am writing about it here is that at one point in his story, Rob tells me that he was actually flat broke save for some change he had in his pocket whereby he stated the exact amount of change.
I stopped him mid sentence and said... "Wait a minute... did you say exactly xx cents? That exact amount? You actually remember the exact amount?" He assured me it was that exact amount. Note that the story involved his experience with a dolphin where he was allowed to swim with a dolphin that was in an enclosed dolphin preserve. The reason he told me the story was because when I spoke with him about the download experience, I told him I thought the language that he might have experienced in the pyramid goes by the name "Enochian Language" which is supposed to be the language of the Angels according to John Dee, the infamous occultist (among many other achievements) from the 16th Century. Rob believed it was that very language the dolphin was using to communicate with him. It was just after he told me this that he then said (paraphrased), "I will never forget that day because I found myself flat broke save for the xx cents in my pocket..."
So surely you, the reader has guessed at the amount of change Rob told me he had, but to make sure it doesn't slip by... yes, it was 39 cents. 39s all over the place. What are "they" trying to tell me? The question I always ask, often afraid to ever know the answer.
Moments later, I ended the call and that's when I went back to Pasulka's book to write my notes (as I constantly document these amazing synchronicities) and that's when I had to laugh as the quote above that started it all is found on page... (drum roll please) - 39!
[Added 2019-12-23]
I had just completed writing this post (posted on the Skeptiko Forum) - read here
At the end of the post (the second to last paragraph), I refer to the most profound synchronicity string I ever experienced... one that was centered upon my father and a possible "double life" he may have led prior to his death in 1979. Note again the theme of this post - angels and the number 39.
So, just after completing the post and with my father on my mind, I picked up the notes written by the only psychic/medium I ever went to - which happened just a few weeks ago on December 12, 2019. I re-read what she had written. Here's a scan of what she wrote.
"Your father comes through as being young when he passed..." Dad was 44 and the cause of death was suicide.
"...and he passed quietly." My Dad had lost his wife (my step-mother) to cancer just three months prior and had used her cancer pain medication (which she refused to use) to take his own life. How ironic her desire "to face her condition with a clear mind" facilitated his death... but perhaps he would have used one of his guns, who knows. It was easy for us to conclude he was distraught and that's why he committed suicide.
"He is with his second wife (R) sound." Her name is Ginger with the R very evident in how her name sounds when spoken.
"I feel he had a separate life." I prefer not share the details that followed regarding his separate life so I have cut that out.
"He is a big guardian angel of you. He has a great spirit."
And so again... it all circles around. Angel... 39... my Dad.
It was when I was around eight or so years old that one day I vividly recalled this experience. The memory was clear and precise in detail. The experience lasted perhaps 30 to 45 seconds before either blacking out or having the experience interrupted (by my mother). I remember thinking about this experience more than once, recalling it more than once while I was around eight years old.
I then did not think about it again until I was in my mid teens. But I then started to think about it often. In part because the older I got, the more I was able to realize the anomalous nature of the experience.
By the time I was in my late teens, I had discovered marijuana. I have no doubt that one of the effects my usage of marijuana had upon me was to open my mind to all sorts of possibilities about so many things. It was not long before I considered the real possibility that "aliens" actually existed.
I was perhaps 19 years old when I discovered some very "out there" woo-woo books by some entity named Mark Age. Based on all my studies since this time, I would be very comfortable in labeling the Mark Age movement as a very real example of New Age types of organizations (uuuggghhh!). Anyways, Mark Age was heavily into "aliens" as part of the paradigm they generated via all their materials. In fact, if I recall correctly, Sananda (Jesus' real name according to the Mark Age folks) was watching over humanity while hovering around in Spaceship #10 (haha).
I once recall reading in their book, Visitors from other Planets about someone who was brought up into a ship where an object was placed in his left hand that gave him the power to heal. It was just after I had read this that I found myself in the midst of the strangest situation where a man was having a serious epileptic seizure. I was outside of the area he was confined to but I was able to watch several men run into his room where they tried to prevent the man from swallowing his tongue. What I will never, ever forget is what happened next. The man was facing in a 90 degree angle from where I was standing. As I watched I became terribly sad for this man. Suddenly I felt a swelling up of energy and a heavy dose of that experience when you get goosebumps all over. As my energy began to peak while transfixed on this man, the man suddenly froze then turned his head to his right where he looked straight at me. His eyes went wide with fear while locked onto mine and then he suddenly collapsed and the seizure was gone.
I was convinced that I had just played a role in a true, healing event. As a conduit, not as the source. But it was more than just healing... it was the casting out of something I believed had to have been "demonic" and I considered what I had read in that book with what happened to me when I was six years old. I then immediately had the thought... "I believe we have had enough healers/saviors that have become known over time... and the world is no better for it." I then recall saying to myself, If I do have this power, I am not exactly a good candidate for using it (because I knew I was morally and ethically compromised). I said this to myself because I already had a greater sense of myself in relation to what I had assessed as an ego which, if equipped with such powers, would become anything but good for others.
I recall when I was 20 years old that I told my father about the experience I had when I was six years old, told him what happened with the man that had the seizure and showed him the part in this book suggesting to him that maybe this is what happened to me and what that "gave me" as a power which I felt I should not have. Why I told my father about this was because I had a strong feeling my father would know very much what I was talking about. I recall he was also facing 90 degrees from me and I recall his reaction as I shared the whole story and then my thoughts. He was staring straight ahead. I sensed he had his own experiences of feeling like he had the power to heal. But then, I saw his head drop down, almost as if he lost the ability to hold it up. He didn't say a word. I was torn between two interpretations. The first interpretation was that he was worried I was simply crazy or had symptoms of schizophrenia or psychosis. But the other interpretation was that he knew all too well about this but that his experience with it turned out dark and that his conclusion was that this was a manipulation I (and himself) had experienced from something dark... something very dark... and his reaction was his sadness that his son was also subject to this same thing.
A year or two later, my father was dead from suicide. Over time I learned more about my father... that he had once told my mom that he thought he was Jesus Christ. He had also (posthumously) been diagnosed as either schizophrenic or bi-polar (or at least something similar to one or both). I also recall the phases I experienced later in my life where I also had entertained the possibility I was Jesus Christ. Well, at least one part of me played with that idea. Fortunately I never un-anchored at least one foot I always held firmly glued to the ground. I came close a few times, most recently when I went through my journey with Shane the Ruiner (2015). Though not without taking risks and experiencing a little trauma, that at least one foot always held firmly in place. Thankfully, I have moved well past all those theories and have a much different understanding now... a much healthier one. a much more realistic one.
Over the years I had shared this experience with those I felt might have come upon listening to the stories of others. Folks such as Stewart Swerdlow, Peter Moon, Eve Lorgen, many, many folks I met on the Project Avalon forum and the One Truth forum. Along the way I was told various different things but only twice did I ever experience someone telling me with clarity that "this is what happened and why" even though in one of these two cases, the way I was told was typical of the "teller" in that he always left a tiny wiggle room to get out of any trap he may have laid for himself in "suggesting" to someone "vulnerable" as to what it was very likely all about.
Again - the experience was short but profound. The mystery as to what happened has been with me ever since. Though I have now reached a peaceful place with regards to the event - a place of accepting that not only might I never actually know what went on and why but that I will likely never know, I do know for a fact the experience did occur unless there is the ability for a third party to plant inside my head something false such as this experience. I cannot rule that out. At the same time, my gut says it happened and it was very real. My memory is crystal clear about the event. My memory of the event, though it is possible that the event started while I was in a vivid dream state, is that I was awake at the moment of the first thing I remember and that as I experienced the experience I became highly excited (scared) until the moment that my mother may have interrupted the event by coming into my bedroom or that I blacked out only to come back to consciousness when my mother entered.
On April 26, 2012 I had mustered up the courage to post on the Project Avalon forum this event. At that time I thought perhaps it could be called "an abduction experience" though I was never taken anywhere that I could recall. My theory was that I did black out (as logic seems to suggest) and that maybe I was "taken" at that moment. But that is nothing but wild speculation and I place this possibility very low on the list of possibilities as to what that experience was all about.
Here's the text just in case this thread is not visible for the reader.
My Possible abduction experience
I had recently turned 6 years old. It was in the fall of 1963
and I was lying in my bed. I found myself awake and staring straight up
since I was lying on my back. It seemed like 1:00 AM or so in the dead
of night. So as I came into consciousness I saw an amoeba shaped
object floating above my head below the ceiling between a space of no
more than 6 feet. It was moving like an amoeba does. It had the colors
of fuchsia, orange and yellow but mostly the fuchsia color. As it
swarmed above me I suddenly realized I was holding an object in my left
hand. It was like an egg shaped object that my hand was closed around.
All of this had taken place in perhaps 10 – 15 seconds - seeing the
object floating above me and realizing I was holding this strange object
in my hand.
As my mind began to realize the event was occurring (and I knew I wasn’t
dreaming) I became afraid and tried to release the object in my hand.
As I tried to open my hand, a force inside my hand from my wrist area
all the way into my hand took over and fought my attempt to release the
object. My hand grasped the object even tighter. It was at this moment
I became completely consumed with terror.
Suddenly the next thing I knew, my mother entered the room like a mother
does sometimes to check on her child. I am uncertain if I blacked out
or if she came in as the event was occurring – my gut tells me I had
blacked out and that she came in some time after the event had ended.
Anyways, I immediately jumped out of my covers, sat on the side of my
bed and then she came over and sat beside me. I was crying pretty
hysterically and I tried to tell her what happened. She said over and
over, “don’t worry it was just a dream,” even though I continually
insisted it really happened. I recall being upset with her that she
didn’t believe me. It truly was no dream, I well know the difference.
To this day I do not have a close relationship with my mother.
It was when I was 8 or 9 years old that I began to recall and dwell on
this event but forgot about it again until I was in my late teens. Then
I began to remember it again. I even told my father about it at that
time. I recall that when I told my father, he was sitting on his bed
and at the moment I told him about it he hung his head down and didn’t
say a word. I believe my father had some clue about it but he would
never say. He committed suicide when he was 44 years old (or was
suicided) – I was 21 years old when this happened.
Edit: added 2020-08-13
I watched the following video -
And the reason I was compelled to watch it more than anything because this was Snake Pliskin!!!
So anyways, the video describes how Kurt Russell was the actual pilot (general aviation) who called in the Phoenix Lights incident (March 13, 1997). Near the end of the video, the "Cereal at Midnight" guy refers to a video where Kurt Russell explains the event in April of 2017 -
Why this is relevant is how Kurt Russell explains how he recalled the incident... over two years after! And that up until that time, he had never thought about it, as if it had been erased from his mind.
What he describes is exactly the same thing where the event I experienced when I was six years old suddenly appeared in my memory... and yet did so, so vividly. Because I was only 8 or 9 when I recalled the event, I didn't think much about the fact I hadn't ever thought about such a profound experience until then. That question only became intriguing to me years later in my life.
