Enigma of My Weird Coincidences and Experiences
What's in a 9, Papa Pythagoras?
It was some decades ago that, out of curiosity, I bought a little book on numerology, to see what explanations it had, if any, for certain peculiar coincidences involving a number and a letter that seemed to recur in my life.
The book found its way to the trash just as fast as did the one about astrology some time earlier. Apparently, it was not based on the "system" of the great Greek mathematician Pythagoras, but modernized and terribly generalizing.
Well, from time to time I still get somewhat puzzled over a coincidence in my family's birthdays. Namely, when I add up the digits of my wife's, mine, our son's and daughter's day of birth, and reduce the sum total to a single digit, it's a 9; and then it comes to a 9 again when I do the same with our months and years of birth.
I checked on Google the interpretation of number 9, and it said some flattering things, like: universal love, spiritual awakening, service to humanity, strength of character, and half dozen more of these flattering attributes. Thank you, Google, I love you too.
The Enigma of "K" and "C" when Pronounced as "K"
Then, there appears to be something weird about the letters "K", or "C" where it's pronounced as "K" in all of the cases, which keep reappearing in my life. My last name starts with a "K"; I was born in a country starting with a "C"; and lived there until my emigration in a street starting with a "K"; worked in about eight companies starting with either a" C" or a "K"; emigrated to Canada; my first car was a Chrysler's K-car; and lived for about a year in California, in Collett Avenue.
It could also be some kind of a coincidence that I lived for many years in Toronto in a street called Bergamot; if read in reverse it would be "tomagreb, and my native town in Croatia was its capital Zagreb, sharing five letters with that "toma-greb". Of all other possible streets in Toronto it had to be that one.
Also, during that relatively short-lasting emigration to the US, of all streets in Los Angeles, I had to find a job in Ontario Street---after having lived for 13 years in the Canadian province of Ontario.
Now, I have no theory about all this, however, some learned people are suggesting that there is no such a thing as "coincidence" but only a hidden relation between events for which we don't have an explanation as yet.
If there is one, it may not be logical at all, just like so much in quantum physics is not following any logical order, or we have to retrain our minds to understand something weird like---how one electron can be at two or more places at a time.
An Unfriendly Traffic Light
We buy our groceries week after week at the same grocery supermarket which was open about ten years ago not so far from our home. So we are talking about roughly five hundred trips there so far.
On our way to the store there is a set of traffic lights where we make a right turn into the street where the store is located. Nothing strange is happening as we approach that intersection, as the lights could be any color, just like at any other place.
However, on our way home from the store, out of those five hundred trips there, maybe at five or so we got a green light. It's not that we had to pass before through another set of lights, so that we would suspect lights to be synchronized that way---- but no matter when we left the store's parking lot, a red light would be awaiting us at that intersection.
It has become a regular feature to make us laugh in the car when we go shopping, and yet another of those coincidences that we'll never understand. If I really wanted to give you a wild speculation about it, I would talk about something like the Law of Attraction, and something in our repeated "mood" created by grocery shopping affecting the set of parallel realities in which there is one with a red light waiting for us. Now, here you got something to think or to smirk about.
In this adventurous mind of mine I often think of parallel realities and if it's possible that we are manifesting details of our circumstances on that quantum level by a different frame of mind and heart. Well, I have from ever been freakishly into the mystery of everything, so many of my pet theories have this taste of weird..
Extra Set of Eyes?
Then, there are some other little things, and I am calling them "little" even though they could possibly blow my mind if I knew their explanation. Like this "extra set of eyes" on me which keep spooking me up big time.
When I am walking outside, no matter if I am deeply in thoughts, or focusing on a conversation, or observing the scenery, my eyes instantly look down if I am about to step on something that I normally wouldn't want to step on--- like a chewing gum, a wild goose poop in the park, or even a tiny ant bravely crossing my path.
Cases like that would regularly put me into a state of confusion, just like another weird phenomenon of my waking up at exactly the time which I had chosen to wake up the night before.
Really, what is it alerting me to look down just before I am about to step on whatever unwanted it may be? And what in me has that much of an authority to interrupt my pleasant dreams and to wake me up at a time preset in my mind?
We can play with words like "instinct", or even speculate about my mind "having its own sense of time", but no, it couldn't be that precise to wake me up to the minute of my preset decision. And instincts are about dangers, generated by our urge to survive, not refined into selective choosing over what I consider undesirable to step on.
Well, another weird thing about human nature, that's all I can see; just like that unexplained thing about yawning being somehow contagious, which no one has explained so far.
Hey! I Am a Pranic Healer!
I would like to add a medical experience that turned out victorious while also leaving me in a state of awe and a pleasant shock. About nine years ago or so I got an ugly polyp growth on the sole of my foot. It was a size of a quarter, red, cushiony, and hanging on a short, thin stem which was bleeding profusely every time when the polyp even slightly moved.
Needless to say, it was quite a nuisance, mostly because my shoe would get soaked with blood. The good doctor cut it out, only to make it come back with vengeance, even slightly bigger than before. At that point he suggested surgery in hospital, if nothing would change in a week time.
I came home from his office, now brainstorming through the files of my mind and looking for a possible alternative to a surgery. What popped up from a spooky place in my head was something crazy, but at that point I had nothing to lose by trying just about anything short of a snake oil.
I remembered in details what to do about applying so called "Pranic healing". Prana is Indian word for qi, or chee energy, allegedly having the power to heal, according to the ancient and still practiced form of medicine in the Far East countries.
So there I went, spending the next twenty minutes or so breathing deeply while I imagined my "healing hand" as getting saturated with that prana colored in purple, and made passes with that hand over my polyp - also exchanging that with "picking up" bad energy and "throwing it away". Did I feel silly doing that? No, I actually focused on it pretty well and added my well trained "alpha brain waves", that is, my blissful feelings.
But after some twenty minutes into it I did start feeling silly, as my polyp was still there, as if laughing at my naïve attempt to get rid of it. Then came the time for my evening bath, and as I was sitting in the bath tub, that usual "bee-sting" feeling on my sole was suddenly missing, which made me curious to check on my little friend.
Very carefully though, because even the ripples of water in the bathtub could start bleeding. As I looked at it, tears of excitement welled up in my eyes - it turned dark red, almost black, it got thin like a leaf, hanging on a hair-thin stem. I reluctantly poked it a little and it fell off.
Some time later when I visited my doctor about a minor thing, he asked what ever happened with that polyp of mine. I told him the story, but only after I made him promise not to laugh. Being a Chinese dude, probably familiar with unorthodox methods in his native country, he didn't laugh--- just looked at me, winked and said: "Well, whatever works".
Those Tantalizing Mysteries
There have been many times that I had a recurring dream about being revealed some colossal secrets about life and universe. Those dreams, actually more like a trancelike state in the middle of the night after I already had some hours of sound sleep, made me feel spiritually uplifted beyond description.
When I woke up in the morning, the feeling would still be there, although rapidly fading away - but when I tried to remember what were those "secrets" all about, absolutely nothing came to mind in form of a verbalized idea.
That certain feeling would return in some wakeful instances, like while I was taking an evening walk on an empty Hawaiian beach, facing the intimidating mass of the Pacific ocean and looking at the deep sky sprinkled with glittering diamonds. Again, I couldn't turn that feeling into words, like when you try to sneeze, and you are "almost there" with that silly grimace, but it doesn't happen.
Well, maybe some day I may "have my sneeze". And even if I don't, I'll be forever grateful for that "announcement" of it.