Does everything happen for a reason? Synchrocity

It's late in my hemisphere and I don't have time at the moment to tell of my own experiences but here are a few articles you might enjoy on the topic of synchronicity:-

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.... this might make a tiny bit of sense

Or none at all.... not sure really


....


As I stared through the inky blackness of the realm, something startling began to come into focus.

Not an image or an entity mind you, dear reader; but rather a total lack thereof.


All that existed previously and all that were to exist were once contained within the burned-out minds of the strange creatures lounging around the firepit before me.

There was not even a ground upon which to reasonably stand.... more as though we had all somehow found a common reckoning atop a strange shelf in nothingness. Why they did persist on this realm is to this day a mystery to me, though it seemed very obvious and natural at the time....

I lay to the side licking my own wounds as my companion would occasionally brush through the mane-like fin I had seemed to materialize atop the back of my neck. I said nothing.... merely listened. But mostly I thought to myself, about what I was even witnessing.... most of what they spoke of occasionally interspered with fits of howled laughter sounded ridiculous to me, as though they were just going on about nothing.... as though truly a bunch of mindless hillbillies drunk on their own self-worth in a realm in which they ruled absolutely, uncontested and perfectly without flaw to be seen by their eyes.

My companion would occasionally mutter at certain times, as though she'd too had had nothing to say aloud over at where she previously alighted. I took barely a notice but I began to wonder why there was nothing here. Did they truly have no power in this realm, or were they truly so lazy so as to not.... desire....

.....I was interuppted. Strangely since I was not actually speaking. It was the voice of the one I had thought of as some kind of father to me, realistically just the oldest and meanest of the brutes in this group. The one that always spoke as though he were standing over my left shoulder.

“Oh, kiddo.... believe me, we've tried....”

Another piped up: “.....it's just we always hit a stop, ya see.”

That one continued.... it was the one holding the guitar-like instrument. He set it down as he spoke.

“The problem bein' if ya plan out a universe as a council ya end up with jagged edges. Don't matter if each an' ev'ry one o' ya sings it to the other's most marvelous dreamin'.... someone's head's still out in the cold.”

Another spoke up. The one next to him, to his right. I do not remember what, if anything, she held.

“Imagine that same problem.... times a billion.... kiddo.... and I do believe, you'll recognize your current conundrum.”

.... everything was silent for a few moments. I had no clue what they were getting at, indeed. My companion spoke up.

“Do you understand why it is that you are here? Has your brain truly been obliterated, my darling baby dragon?”

More silence.

From my left side, I heard that familiar voice speak again.

“There's no were but here for you to go back to. And as much as you're welcome here for now, you can't stay here for long. You have a body unaccounted for.... and no universe in which it may live. So entranced by that flame, you neither have a face to see.” He was interrupted by my companion:

“What he's trying to tell you is that you're dead. Poof! Heart stopped, brain fried. You didn't honestly believe you'd get through that, now did you?” The familiar left side voice loudly cleared his throat.

“The consequences for having even glanced upon that which you did are quite severe. But the problem is that you rather have us in a bind. You see, it is very clear to us that you meant no harm.”

“Just an interdimensional pervert!” my companion bellows. The dragons around the fire pit again howled with laughter.

The familiar left side voice loudly cleared his throat again. He spoke.

“We also know.... that had you known the potential gravity of your [his voice raises] transgressions, you'd certainly have committed to them.”

Another dragon spoke up, but I'd taken to merely resting my head at this point rather than visually following the conversation. I was baffled and had nothing to say anyhow.

“Ya found the chink in our armour, kid. Well, not ours really, but this realm we had going. Believe it or not but you're here out of need. Not desire."

Suddenly it began to dawn on me. My companion finished my train of thought:

“You busted straight through the realm I found you in.” She was interrupted by the familiar left side voice.

“You created yourself as an interdimensional presence. Ishtar was sent to you because you were .... asleep, yet awake. A useful vector for a certain frame of mind. Like an exterminator.... your mind is like a demon. You would allow no emotion to enter your thought, no will to drive your graces. And nor could you hope to fathom a purpose set to you from above.”

The voice on my left side, my father here as per my thought, had changed his tone somewhat. As though, only now were he serious.... what is a 'redneck' anyhow.....? He continued.

“The problem was....”

My companion cut off his pause. “You're just too much of a cutie pie!”

The dragons around the fire pit grumbled. I could hear one mutter “Yeah, right.”

..... the dragon on my left side cleared his throat loudly a third time, the pitch raised slightly almost to a roar. The others around the firepit were all quiet immediately. My companion merely continued with gently combing through my reptilianesque 'mane'. I was still listlessly licking the wounds on my forearms.... blood from the still open wound on my badly burned forehead dripped into my mouth. The taste was merely reminiscent of normal blood, however.... it had an electrical quality to it. Almost as if I was tasting the painful sting of the burn itself.... but not quite. It sparked as it hit my tongue. Looking back, licking leaked batteries seems a similar proposition.

The dragon on my left side continued.

“So, kiddo. To cut to the chase, we need you to help us make a new universe for you to go back to. As you have a completed and fresh memory of all the necessary tools, and the source has imprinted upon you the conditions of the creation. This you will soon forget as you return to the realm you came from. Like the rest of us, you get one shot then you'll incarnate. Since you're not aware of the act of the creation itself, you will instead direct me on the necessary principles and I will weave them into form.”

I looked ahead blankly as I took this all in. All were quiet save for the gentle sound of angelic hands tending my wound.

At last, weakly, I spoke. “Why am I here..... how did I get here?”

My companion answered immediately. “You are something special.... and that I mistook you for a good atheist vector was something I couldn't ignore, after having seen what lay asleep within you.....”

I cut off her silence, my curiosity stoked. “So that's why you set it free. And that's what gave me the power to break through to here like I did, right? To break through to the source. That beautiful light I saw. Is that what it wanted to get to the whole time..... did it want to take revenge upon you all.... and Ishtar.... “

The dragon to my left spoke up again. “Sonny boy.... what's done is done. There's no going back to that now. Nothing left. That's the green blade, my boy. Envy.... and when you envy the flame..... you burn. You came here not knowing evil.... you wanted just to see good. Not to touch, not to taint. Somehow you..... could just look. To stare, to.... savor. To appreciate.... despite your envy of what you saw. That, my boy, is the judgement you exerted..... truer than having known, you acted upon the urges of your soul.”

I stared ahead blankly. My companion began to caress gently the open wound upon my forehead.... at the point of contact was very cold.... soothing but not without a nipping burn of its own. I shuddered as I felt layers of scabby tissue form over the open wound with liquid quickness.

“It happened when you struck at it, with the green blade. When you tried to carve it.... you made it full of rage and vengeance. It became aware of everything only you had previously seen.... a heaven we envisioned, a hell it hath become. We tried, dear boy, we tried.... to take what we could.... and turn it into your pure satiation. So that never again would you feel the pain of the coldness.... that which we now know, the feeling of being alone. Of being strange among whom were to be your own kind..... and that which we now know you all feel.... you all knew it. You all did. Doomed to suffering and enslavement for your wants and needs.... what a pity.... that only now, do we see.”

The scabs upon my brow had become blistered and dry. My companion began to scratch at them.... to re-open the wound, and to once again send that battery-acid blood streaming down my draconic snout, over my teeth and dripping onto my tongue. I felt no pain, but instead a strange ecstacy.

.....

.....all were silent. The crackling of the flame that bore the center of the realm was the only sound that could be heard. At last, the dragon on my left spoke. His tone had become apologetic.... I almost thought for a moment that he had begun to cry.

“Sonny boy.... if you could do it differently. If you could give this universe another chance and see to it that our failures could be fixed.... how would you start? What would you put in place to see to it the unity of the minds in your world and the expression of your soul as though it should have been....?”

I thought momentarily before I grumbled: “There ought to be a way that others can be placed in the shoes I've been forced to walk in....”

My companion bellows. “AHA! I told you guys he'd remember!”

The dragon holding the guitar-like instrument returned in kind: “Hush, skank! Let our wee bastard speak!”

I was still staring off into space, but I heard a slight scuffle followed by the same voice squealing: “I mean, I mean, woman! Let the babe speak, woman!”

I recognized the voice that spoke as the female dragon to his right. She hummed: “Mmmmmm..... that'll do....go on, little dear....“

I allowed no pause before I continued: “....that's right, yes. A way that others can see my frame of mind.... that way we can show each other what we feel like.... an objective stake to frame our reality upon....”

....I could hear a crackling sound, now not from the fire pit, but from the outside edges of the realm.

.... all were silent. Then the fire pit in the center of the realm grew dim.... as though a light from under the realm began to outshine it.

Eventually, the dragon on my left spoke. The others had vanished all out of sight.

“....then you'll all have that. The code for the creation will therefore be extracted from your vision. But it will not be complete. As a starting point, boy.... as a first step. Do you understand? The time for your choice is now at hand.... for your body in the other realm will soon succumb to the chaotic whirl of the void around it.”

My companion spoke up, as sternly as she could apparently muster: “Yup. Time to die now. We'll keep your presence here safe for you, I promise. And I'll return for you when the universe is born for us, anew.”

.... indeed, and to my numbed horror, the pulse previously keeping time in this fringe upon a freefall in a realm I alone among humans had seen, had gone silent.... my heart....

.... I was in stasis.

The dragon on my left and my companion spoke in synch: “Do you want to be?”

.... with my last breath in the realm as my vision turned to a bluish-grey haze, I whispered:

“....yes....”

....

Then, a flash. I was a human, again. But I was not 'back home', no.

I and the dragon on my left stood on a plane overlooking a bright cloud of destruction, swirling violently with no form. With a swift motion of his claws, he collapsed it into a flat disk like structure.

“Now, my son....

....watch....”

With the claw that corresponded to the index finger of a human's right hand, he reached ahead and in front of me, his arm bent at a 45 degree angle with his claw facing towards my left shoulder, and brought his claw down.

The disk did not spark or hiss nor did it burn him. Merely, a ribbon of pure formation seemed to be sliced from the spinning disc.

It sped up. I looked closer and I could see that a centre was forming to the now oppositely spiraling ribbon of creation. It spun faster and faster: the ribbon coiled more tightly upon itself and began to form into a sphere.... almost like the source itself, but not brightly lit.... and it was hollow.

Then, the dragon on my left reached out both his arms, seeming to play puppet to the spinning disk with his left hand, and the shell of what was created from its velocity, with his right hand. Dramatically, he brought his hands together almost in mocking motion of a clap.

And with that the disk was in side the shell of creation. It's angry, harsh light radiated forth from within the spaces between the shell of ribboned creation as it bulged with the force of the spinning disk. It was projecting rays of light into the darkness. And with that, the dragon on my left turned his grasp vertical, and with no pause collapsed the shell and the disk together again.

The was no sound in this theatre of creation I was witnessing, but I could see the sparks of the disk grinding against the shell created from it.

Then.... I began to focus on a single 'spot' along the collapsed ribbon of the shell of the disk. Almost arbitrarily at first. Then, my vision began to 'zoom in'.... I saw a pore along the shadowy surface of the ribbon.... I got closer, and closer, as I had done with the particle of the source....

Closer and closer, till from points of breakage in the ribbon, I could see an emerging spiraling form of a dim sort of light.... there was a center spot, and there were at nine points aligned behind it. I began to focus on the third.... then, a series of flashes....

....I was now, looking up. That I was aware of an 'up' was immediately apparent to me. I saw the sun, streak across the sky, thousands if not millions of times.... followed by the moon, in tow.

I saw a dry wasteland become covered with ferns, then grasses.... my point of view became obscured by them, as though I was a worm, staring up at the sun through the shade of trees.

Suddenly I became aware that a forest had sprang up around me.... I saw no animals, but the rapid pace of destruction and renewing of the ferns, trees, and grasses indicated to me, that they must have been there.

The sun began to slow it's fevered race around the sky.... I realized I was now staring at a tree I had recognized....

I was in the front yard. Except.... not. I began to move without any form of restraint, no body under me, no gravity apparently holding me down. It strikes me that had I been in a less baffled state, I may have took advantage of this free-form of consciousness.

Alas, I did not. And I remembered then, that I had a body. And a companion spirit. I made a beeline to the window of my bedroom, one overlooking the front yard, and gazed upon my wretched form sprawled across my bed.

.... I heard the voice of the dragon upon my left.


“Look what you've got in your dresser drawer....”

.... with my incorporeal form, I opened the third one down.

..... I took out a bottle of an amino acid. L-tyrosine, to be specific. Then I remembered the drugs that I was on.... that powerful psychedelic mescaline-mimic called dimethoxyethylphenethylamine or slightly more lovingly 2C-E.... and that tricyclic, abhorrent stimulant known as desoxypipradrol.

The last I heard of that dragon on my left until some months later, was though his deep chucklings, the whisper....


“A set of universal frames for every shortsighted mind, indeed....”


....I became perplexed as I considered this.... and then,

I awoke.


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.... this story does not condone drug use.

Last Edited by pi/3 on 11/03/2014 08:37 PM

Fascinating story V
really fascinating
cut it out of the quote for length

Thank you....

Last Edited by pi/3 on 11/03/2014 08:41 PM

EVERYTHING in your life is there for the most effective optimum learning experience.

The syncs tell you that you need to pay attention, think of them more as learning markers.

*sending you a spiritual hug ... the wheel of fortune always turns ... it goes up ... it goes down ... BUT ... it always goes round.

I sense your sad heart, don't forget to be kind to yourself also.

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....nevermind.... I wasn't totally sure what you meant for a sec :P

Awesome story V, thanks for sharing and I loved this beautiful quote!

“A set of universal frames for every shortsighted mind, indeed....”

I think this is very applicable to the subject of synchronicity

Joh_6:44 No man can come to me, except the Father which hath sent me draw him: and I will raise him up at the last day.

Try psilocybe mushrooms in a large dose in nature, sun, and you will probably know the answer yourself. ;)

One cannot translate nonsense into sense, but one can sometimes identify a coherent thought that is half-expressed, half-concealed in an incoherent utterance. In the case of the saying “Everything happens for a reason,” the half-expressed, half-concealed thought is that everything that happens does so because some intelligent agent, whether human or superhuman, makes it happen for some reason. But the saying can only appear truistic by omitting all mention of agency. It incoherently combines the expression “for a reason,” which implies an agent, with “things happen,” which implies no agent.

Once the implicit thought is made explicit, it loses all appearance of truism, and indeed of plausibility. If someone said, “Everything that happens is intentionally made to happen by some agent or other,” the utterance, if it were not simply dismissed with a snort, would provoke such questions as “How do you know that? What agent or agents do you have in mind? What basis can you possibly have for such an extravagant claim? Do you seriously mean to imply that when I sneeze, there is a sneeze-spirit of some kind that makes me sneeze? Or that God pushes the molecules around to tickle my nose?” And so on. Few people would be willing to commit themselves to such a fatuous claim. Yet millions of speakers are unashamed to utter and to accept a saying in which this very thought is conveyed by subterfuge.

The saying is not just confused, preposterous, and dishonest: it is also insulting to victims of serious misfortune. Those who say to such persons, “Everything happens for a reason,” are almost certainly playing either Polyannas or Job’s comforters. The Polyannas mean that your misfortune serves some good end beyond itself. The Job’s comforters mean that you had it coming to you. Both meanings are obnoxious, as they trivialize the victim’s suffering and even put the victim in the wrong for feeling it. I include the qualification “almost certainly” in my statement because it is just possible that such people intend a different meaning: they could (though I doubt that many do) mean that God, or whatever spirit caused your misfortune, did so for a reason that has nothing to do with justice or goodness.

Last Edited by Anticain on 11/03/2014 09:43 PM

Life's a journey, bro. Develop a five year plan and see where you are then.

Are you kidding dude? Of course everything happens for a reason
Or does your door just open itself?
And the trees, do they blow in the "not-wind"?
And the sun, it doesn't set because the earth is orbiting around it?
What exactly is an example of something that doesn't happen for a reason?

The false truism "everything happens for a reason" is rarely used in the sense of simple cause and effect. It's typically used when something unexpectedly turns out to have positive consequences, or when someone is trying to diminish the impact of something bad by telling him/herself or others that it’s really for the best because, “everything happens for a reason;” that is, God has a plan, this bad thing is part of His plan, and it’s really the best thing for you. The false truism should be changed to "some important life events happen because they're directed behind the scenes by non-human agents or God." We should always be careful when using absolutes, such as "everything". Everything means everything. There is no cosmic reason for sauce dripping on your white shirt from your Panda Express orange chicken. Some things happen randomly.

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