Sometimes the “coincidences” were so extraordinary that I felt as if the whole universe were preoccupied with my journey; planning everything so that my travels would become even more special than they already were.
While I was traveling around the world, one of the things that never ceased to amaze me was just how many events seemed to converge at specific times and places so as to uniquely enrich my travel experiences. Sometimes the “coincidences” were so extraordinary that I felt as if the whole universe were preoccupied with my journey; planning everything so that my travels would become even more special than they already were. Having studied the writings of Carl Jung, who was the first to seriously investigate meaningful coincidences (and who coined the term “synchronicity” to describe them), I started to become more aware of their frequency. I gradually realized that the synchronicities multiplied the more I observed them.
In his book Coincidence or Destiny, a collection of incredible true stories of synchronicities, Phil Cousineau mentions Horace’s famous quote, “Change the name and the story is about you.” Cousineau continues: “There is a palpable link between synchronicity and destiny. It is no mere coincidence that the word weird is often used to describe the experience of synchronicity, since it comes from the word wyrd, the Anglo-Saxon word for fate.”
Cousineau touches on the three elements that were so fascinating during these special moments:
1. The feeling that the whole event was happening just for me, the protagonist in the story – as Horace says.
2. That I was destined to be where I was at that exact place and time, with Fate pulling the strings of my life. I felt that the universe, both animate and inanimate, has a purpose and a meaning that is part of its makeup. This grand meaning may lie beyond our understanding or even beyond rational thought itself. Yet it is there, for only through a pervading meaning in the structure of the cosmos can these incredible meaningful coincidences be explained.
3. The weirdness of the experience was prevalent, and it made me become even more mindful of what was going on. “Weird” also meant “special”– again, just for me.
Gratefulness. An indescribable feeling of thankfulness appeared spontaneously, not only because the gift of this unique event was given to me, but also because I was simply Alive.
However, there was also a fourth element, which Cousineau does not refer to, yet which has been extensively explored in the writings of Brother David Steindl-Rast. This element was actually the substratum in which the whole experience was immersed: Gratefulness. An indescribable feeling of thankfulness appeared spontaneously, not only because the gift of this unique event was given to me, but also because I was simply Alive. This Aliveness, with a capital A, included both the simple idea of being alive-rather-than-dead (i.e., existing as a conscious being), as well as the experience of being more alive than ever (as the term is used in the phrase “I feel very alive today”). [For more, read Aliveness.]
One particular series of events led to just such a synchronicity, probably the most extraordinary of both my journey and my life. Due to travel fatigue, I stayed longer than planned in Santiago, Chile, before departing for Easter Island. I searched hard to find a good place to stay on the island, and ended up finding a lodge that was not in any travel guide. It was a very unique place, since my room had a direct view of the Ahu Tahai moai site. (Moai are the famous giant stone sculptures of Easter Island.)
I arrived on the third of October 2006. The next day, there was a special event going on at the Ahu Tahai site: The moai were illuminated at night for the first time in history! And only this particular group, not the other moai in other locations on the island. In front of the moai, a dance troupe from the Cook Islands, flown in for the occasion, performed Polynesian dances, not only for the few lucky visitors who happened to be there, but also for the honored moai themselves.
It had been centuries since the moai had last seen and heard the dances and songs of the Polynesians who had created them. The invading Spaniards, in one of their many horrible colonialist crimes, had abducted the last surviving Easter Islanders, including the chief and the educated class, and sold them as slaves during the mid-eighteenth century slave trade. With the last islanders perishing, the only remaining key to deciphering the only written script of the Polynesian world – the unique Rongorongo glyphs invented on Easter Island – had also vanished forever. The world of the moai would henceforth remain forever mute, sad, immersed in a depressing darkness.
Yet, on that special night, I felt as if that dark veil had been lifted, if only for a couple of hours. And that this once magical, extraordinary civilization had come alive once again. The moai’s bodies and their mysterious reconstructed eyes shone in the enveloping darkness. It felt as if they were witnessing and understanding everything. There was a weird light and energy and joy that must not have been seen nor experienced for centuries on this remote island.
Since there was no announcement for the event, the only way for me to have attended it was to have actually lodged in the place from which I could see the preparations for the event earlier in the day and, of course, to have been on the island on that specific date thanks to my delay in Santiago.
The moai had been waiting for 800 years to shine in the night.
The reason is obvious: They wanted to do it when I was there.
Just for me.
PS: It turns out that Philips, the Dutch electronics company, had organized everything, as part of a worldwide marketing campaign – for all Doubting Thomases, here is the proof.
Nicos Hadjicostis is a writer, world-traveler, and former media executive. His award-winning book, Destination Earth – A New Philosophy of Travel by a World-Traveler, is the result of a six-and-a-half-year around-the-world journey during which he treated the world as if it were one huge country, a single destination. To read more, and subscribe to his bi-weekly Tuesday Letters, visit his website.
The author reminds us of the effects of the amazing feeling of synchronicity…once again a fascinating article!
The amazing feeling of synchronicity is well-described in this article. Nicos reminds us that we are all connected with the Universe and to every single living creature on earth.
I used to love belonging......to people places. also lived others life through their pain and joy. It was hard for me to separate myself. learnt to respect others when they were not ready to communicate or respect basically, bargain I started seeking the answer to what is self and who is the other self. your story takes burden of me and towards myself for being so passionately in love genuine love for others and my surroundings......from the words as if the universe sycronised only for me. so gr...
I used to love belonging……to people places. also lived others life through their pain and joy. It was hard for me to separate myself. learnt to respect others when they were not ready to communicate or respect basically, bargain I started seeking the answer to what is self and who is the other self. your story takes burden of me and towards myself for being so passionately in love genuine love for others and my surroundings……from the words as if the universe sycronised only for me. so grateful to your writting which brings about a sense of oneness that we all long for. Thank you.
The concept of synchronicity really resonates with me. Both while traveling and while in the everyday environs, these situations have evolved. In my specific context, the interaction is mostly with people and comes into aliveness by some connection. Of course, one must be alert and somewhat active in the process by simply participating in the opportunity. This may mean starting a conversation, asking a question, or merely smiling at another. These experiences have been for me the very proof...
The concept of synchronicity really resonates with me. Both while traveling and while in the everyday environs, these situations have evolved. In my specific context, the interaction is mostly with people and comes into aliveness by some connection. Of course, one must be alert and somewhat active in the process by simply participating in the opportunity. This may mean starting a conversation, asking a question, or merely smiling at another. These experiences have been for me the very proof of the divine and the evidence that we are all really ONE. Thanks for your story.
What you say, Drew, lies at the heart of the experience: ‘one must be alert and somewhat active in the process by simply participating in the opportunity.’ This is synonymous with being open to surprise and to being ready to adapt one’s behavior to what is given in the present moment. And yes, you are also right on spot emphasizing that in many such instances the magic of synchronicities work through our interactions with other humans.
I have experienced this sense of events arranging themselves "just for me" on a much smaller scale: I arrive, cold and wet, at a bus stop, and less than a minute later a bus also arrives -- with an empty seat, just for me! And I'm out of the rain and on my way home, and grateful.
I find the sense of "just for me" both captivating and dangerous. If I enjoy it and go no further with it, it feeds into a "spirituality of privilege" that can leave me entranced with my own specialness. If I rece...
I have experienced this sense of events arranging themselves “just for me” on a much smaller scale: I arrive, cold and wet, at a bus stop, and less than a minute later a bus also arrives — with an empty seat, just for me! And I’m out of the rain and on my way home, and grateful.
I find the sense of “just for me” both captivating and dangerous. If I enjoy it and go no further with it, it feeds into a “spirituality of privilege” that can leave me entranced with my own specialness. If I receive it with gratitude and turn it outward with intention, it becomes a prayer for the needs and pains of people who are living in the midst of violence, distress, and/or fear. This is their universe too, and if I’m in a position to experience its benevolence, then I owe them at least my awareness. (Also my seat, if they happen to get on my bus.)
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