1. coincidence in time; contemporaneousness; simultaneousness.
2. the arrangement or treatment of synchronous things or events in conjunction, as in a history.
3. a tabular arrangement of historical events or personages, grouped according to their dates.
4. Physics, Electricity. the state of being synchronous.
5. Psychoanalysis. the simultaneous occurrence of causally unrelated events and the belief that the simultaneity has meaning beyond mere coincidence.
Okay, I'm generally known as a skeptic on ATS, though synchronicity is one area where I depart from that, because I have experienced it, over and
over. As a theist, I'm okay with additions to reality that incorporate God, or those who "channel" (not a great term, it's been taken by others,)
Like my wife, who died in 2010.
Last Thursday, I had a mission in mind. I wanted to travel from central Minnesota, where I live, to south central Montana, specifically Red Lodge,
Montana, to visit my sister-in-law, Renee, and drive something called the Beartooth Pass
one of the most scenic drives in America, in my sports sedan. It's been on my "Bucket List", and was going to be met last July, but I had car problems
which prevented it, so I talked to Renee and we agreed to do it in September, once the throng who visit this area (just west of Yellowstone National
Park) moved on to something else.
I had three brothers-in-law, along with a nephew and a Catholic priest, who had a similar destination in mind, though they were a little bit east of
my destination, and one brother-in-law and a nephew and I headed out from central Minnesota as a group. Tony, Jake and I left my house on Thursday,
right about sunrise. I was alone in my car, except for my constant companion, Oscar the dog, while Tony and Jake were in a separate vehicle.
That morning, for some reason, I had some weird obsession in my mind come about… I wanted to go to Arby's. A fast food chain that I hadn't been to
in at least three years, and that I didn't really like all that much. I filed it away, but didn't give it a whole lot of thought.
Tony and Jake turned off to the south for their adventures about an hour east of Billings, and on I went. The plan was to meet Renee at her cabin in
Red Lodge, so I just kept driving into that western horizon. It was getting close to dinner time for me, so I figured that I'd pick up something quick
in Billings and eat it on the way.
I turned to the GPS on my dash and asked it for a list of restaurants that were along my route. I paged through them, not really finding anything that
I was interested in (it had to be fast food, because I couldn't leave Oscar the dog in the car while I ate at a sit-down place,) and, lo and behold,
there is Arby's. Well, I figured that it had to be a sign, of some sort, and since it was right off the highway, assuming that there was a gas station
nearby, I could get fueled and filled without too much of a delay.
Luck continued to be with me -- not only was there a gas station nearby,
the Arby's was actually in a
. I pulled in, filled up the tank, lowered the windows of the car for Oscar, and headed inside to get dinner. On the way back to the
Arby's counter, I picked a bottle of caffeine free Diet Coke out of the gas station's cooler.
I ordered my food, was told that it would be six minutes, so I went to the gas station cashier, paid for the soda, and took it out to the car so that
they wouldn't think I shoplifted it, as well as to check on Oscar. Indeed, I could hear him barking from the gas station door, lol.
As I neared my car, I glanced at the car at the next pump, which had pulled in while I was inside, only to see the very surprised face of my
sister-in-law Renee, who was supposed to be an hour away at her cabin in Red Lodge. She didn't realize that the dog she was looking at in the next car
was Oscar, though he clearly knew who she was!
And she wasn't there to get gas, she'd pulled in to call me to see where I was.
After the shock wore off, both of us said "Patti!" Her sister, my wife, and an immortal prankster.
When I think about all of the variables that went into Renee and I being parked next to each other at a random gas station 70 miles from where we were
both supposed to be, it's either the craziest of circumstances or some small evidence that the dead can manipulate reality in some fashion. Feel free
to go either way, but as this is not the first time something like this has happened to me, I can't see it as just random chance.
edit on 9-9-2014 by adjensen because: (no reason given)