“We do not create our destiny; we participate in its unfolding. Synchronicity works as a catalyst toward the working out of that destiny” ? David Richo
This week, I didn’t find sidey’s challenge very easy, and started getting bogged down in all that Jungian stuff, about which I know very little. I did read however that one of Jung’s favourite quotes on synchronicity, was from ‘Through the looking glass,’ when the White Queen says to Alice,
“It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards. The rule is, jam tomorrow and jam yesterday, but never jam today.”
“It MUST come sometimes to jam to-day,”‘ Alice objected.
“No, it can’t,’ said the Queen. It’s jam every OTHER day: to-day isn’t any OTHER day, you know.”
”I don’t understand you,” said Alice. “It’s dreadfully confusing!”
“That’s the effect of living backwards”‘ the Queen said kindly: “it always makes one a little giddy at first.”
“I never heard of such a thing!’
“But there’s one great advantage in it, that one’s memory works both ways.”
‘I’m sure MINE only works one way,’ Alice remarked. ‘I can’t remember things before they happen.”
”It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,’ the Queen remarked.”
Well, as if the idea of synchronicity wasn’t confusing enough already!
I do know that coincidences in my life seem to happen fairly frequently, although I’m not so sure that I would class them as being synchronistic. There is one incident which has really stayed in my mind, and made me believe that the idea of synchronicity has some validity. Many years ago, I felt the urge to phone my uncle in England. This was very strange, because although my aunt and uncle were very dear to me, we only had contact via the occasional letter, and then once a year when we went over to England, I always made a point of visiting them. When I got through to my aunt that day, she told me that my uncle was very sick and not expected to live for more than a few days. I spent a short while chatting to him, and about a week later, I got news in the post, that he had died that very same evening. I have often asked myself if it was just coincidence, or whether it was something planned by unknown forces, linking us together on that particular day.
My interpretation of the theme wouldn’t really be complete without a song, would it? Here’s one from the 1983 Police album “Synchronicity 1.”
With one breath, with one flow
You will know
A sleep trance, a dream dance
A shared romance
A connecting principle
Linked to the invisible
Logic so inflexible
Yet nothing is invincible
If we share this nightmare
Then we can dream
If you act, as you think
The missing link
We know you, they know me
A star fall, a phone call
It joins all
It’s so deep, it’s so wide
Effect without a cause
Sub-atomic laws, scientific pause
Hope you’re all having a great weekend. Chat again soon.