I experience them all the time. I call them Incredible Coincidences. When I was manic, they were happening so often that I was truly out of my mind,
and was in effect subject to them.
Here's a string of Incredible Coincidences from one day last week, that I observed without losing my mind:
I was sitting in the airport waiting for a flight, at a table at a Starbucks. I randomly chose to sit at a table facing the concourse. As I was
drinking my coffee, an older stewardess, seemingly too old, like in her 70s, came up to me and said "I'll have what he's having" and gave me a
wink. It was very surreal, and I had a quick thought that maybe she was a ghost, because no one else was seeming to notice her.
Anyway, my next thought was -- I kid you not -- completely random, about the name of Tiger Woods' baby son. I don't even know if he has a son, but
that was my next thought, a pondering thought about the baby's name. I heard/thought the name "Ray" as the answer to my question, his baby's name
is Ray, after the golfer Ray Floyd. But then I thought, that that would be inappropriate, because Ray Floyd made a racist comment about Tiger Woods
at the Masters, after he won in 1997. That was my thought process at the time. Then I drank more coffee, and within about 10 seconds a lady made an
urgent announcement over the intercom system: "Ray [so and so] please come to the information booth." I don't remember the last name, but it
really startled me when I heard Ray, about ten seconds after the random thoughts about Ray.
The coincidences make me nervous, because I flash back to the manic times, so I just chuckled to myself and looked across the concourse. The clock on
the Gate said the time was 11:17. I had an Incredible Coincidence involving 17 on another trip, so when I saw the time as 11:17, right after the Ray
experience, I said to myself, be ready for a manic day, don't let things get out of control.
I looked out the window, and saw a small commuter plane with twin engines. I thought I was glad not to be flying on it, because it did not look safe.
And the synchronicities continued. That night at dinner at an Italian restaurant, the bill with tip, rounded up, came to $171.00. When I got back
to the hotel, the news story was that 17 had died in a small plane crash in Montana. The next morning, the newspaper had the number 17 dead as a
headline, and the breakfast bill was $71.00.
The actual number who died turned out to be 14, but the number 17 was still all over the place for me those two days. It was Fuzzy Zoeller, not Ray
Floyd who made the racist comment about Tiger. The random thought of the name Ray, right before the announcement over the loudspeakers for Ray, along
with the 17 connection, puts this experience into a special category of Incredible Coincidences.
I have researched 17 in light of my previous experiences with the number and synchronicity/Incredible Coincidences, and learned that to the Italians,
17 means death, to wit:
In Italian culture, the number 17 is considered unlucky. When viewed as the Roman numeral, XVII, it is then changed anagramtically to VIXI, which
in the Latin language it translates to "I have lived", the perfect tense implying "My life is over." (c.f. "Vixerunt", Cicero's famous
announcement of an execution.) The Italian airline carrier, Alitalia, does not have a seat 17. Renault sold its "R17" model in Italy as "R177."
See Cesana Pariol in the sport section about the name of curve 17.
I once reached out to God when experiencing such Incredible Coincidences, also while very manic, and asked for something very specific, as an
existence proof. It took several months, but God delivered. The organized religion stuff can be a little corrupt, but God and his angels are real.
Ask, and you shall receive.
[edit on 29-3-2009 by greenorbs]