It only makes me feel Junger.
There is no doubt that Carl Jung’s theory of synchronicity is unprovable, and it makes a lot of left-brained psych experts throw a fit, you know, like boring people always do. But I can say that some of my experiences have been so significant (perhaps with a portion of its significance induced for self-indulgence), that there is very little room left for me to assume that they have all been pure coincidence. Thank goodness synchronicities are not provable… that way we have a choice on what to believe or not. Isn’t that the magic of life after all? I choose the fun side of the magic; the superstition of synchronicity.
“The term synchronicity is coined by Jung to express a concept that belongs to him. It is about acausal connection of two or more psycho-physic phenomena. This concept was inspired to him by a patient’s case that was in situation of impasse in treatment. Her exaggerate rationalism (animus inflation) was holding her back from assimilating unconscious materials. One night, the patient dreamt a golden scarab – cetonia aurata. The next day, during the psychotherapy session, a real insect this time, hit against the Jung’s cabinet window. Jung caught it and discovered surprisingly that it was a golden scarab; a very rare presence for that climate.”
Anyway, yesterday I woke up from a dream about Jimi Hendrix living on my street. He was as old as he should have been today, a converted Jew, and wore a yamaka on top of his afro. Never mind the Jewish reference, for it exceeds the purpose of this story, but the dream was vivid enough for me to be in a state of Hendrixi for my entire day. Here’s an abbreviation of what happened after waking from the dream:
1. A dude at work flipped on radio, Jimi Hendrix.
2. 30 minutes later we drove by a residential street, Hendrix. I looked right at it in a moment of looking out the side window. Didn’t know it was there.
3. I posted a status update on Facebook about it. My friend Andrew replied, saying “Funny that you mentioned Jimi Hendrix, because I checked his site today and…”
4. Then today at work I was assigned to a completely different job site at another Hendrix street., completely different than the one from before.
5. I went to lunch and stopped at a new intersection, Hendrix and Andrew.
Another thing I find fascinating is, during synchronistic days like this, and when I start to spill what’s happening to other people, I almost always get a response that starts with, “Funny that you mention that, because today I blah blah bleh blehr blah….”
I’ve heard all of the arguments against synchronicity. If you want to argue against my experience, I’m sure it’s a really boring argument filled with logic and wanna-be intellect. We’re all just ants. Who cares if you know how to carry pebbles out of the hole better. I’ve decided to be the ant who looks up at outer space.
Damn, I’m significant.
