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Superhero Synchronicity

A fascinating synchronicity to share (though based on the sad news of someone’s passing): I’ve been slowly working my way through the new book from Jeff Kripal, Mutants and Mystics: Science Fiction, Superhero Comics, and the Paranormal. Jeff’s publisher kindly sent me a copy to peruse, but it’s taken me a long time to get through the book as I’ve been ultra-busy recently getting both Communing with the Gods and the latest instalment of Darklore out the door, so by the time I’ve been getting to relax with a book it’s after midnight and I’m already eye-balled out after proof-reading all day.

Anyhow, a large part of Mutants and Mystics addresses the links between the pioneers of the superhero genre and paranormal topics. So when I saw the news last week of the passing of Alvin Schwartz, former writer of Batman and Superman comics, and creator of the character of Superman’s alter-ego Bizarro, I wondered whether Jeff Kripal’s book discussed Schwartz. Later that night, on picking up the book and opening it to my bookmark from a few nights previous, I started the new section “Waking Up Inside a Story” on page 237. Here’s the first words I read: “Alvin Schwartz began writing comics in 1939”.

Now, ordinarily that would make me say “wow!” and have a bit of a laugh at the general weirdness of things. But in this case, it goes even deeper. You see, Kripal’s book (like his previous release, Authors of the Impossible, available from Amazon US and UK), is *all about* how the paranormal and general weirdness such as synchronicities seem to suggest that we are ‘being written’ by something else (an extension of Fort’s “we’re property”, if you will). He addresses these types of experiences specifically in this ‘pitch video’ for Scott Hulan Jones’ documentary based on Authors of the Impossible, leading off with the bizarre and frightening account of another comic book legend, Doug Moench:

In the section about Schwartz that I went on to read, Kripal references a number of anomalistic experiences that Schwartz underwent, and the fact that these synchronicities were mentioned in a section which I had began after experiencing one myself was enough to raise the hair on my arms:

[T]hese anomalies began to fall into a consistent pattern. They seemed to connect to one another, to refer to each other in complex metaphorical ways… He began to realize in his own italicized terms that “in the multilayered universe, as it really exists, there are clumps of events that belong together, that are related in a kind of noncausal grouping, their connection having to do with value and meaning rather than material events” [A Gathering of Selves, p. 83].

Following C.G. Jung, he would call these patterns “deeper currents and vital synchronicities”. In effect, these strange events were now making up their own story, as if they were taking on an independent life of their own. In my own terms, Alvin Schwartz was entering the stage of Realization, that is, he was beginning to realize that even as he wrote, and especially when he wrote, he was being written, and that the paranormal, like the person, is first and foremost a story.

Rather a jarring experience, I have to say. Add to that my coming across the video of Jacques Vallee (posted yesterday) the following day, in which he also references these sorts of strange coincidences, and what it might mean for our conception of reality, and I’m currently feeling a bit like there’s a glitch in the matrix…

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  1. One of many synchronicities:
    One of many synchronicities: I was toying with using robotic tapes to program my subconscious for self-improvement. I had my script and was all set to record my first tape when I took a quick break and picked up one of my many Edgar Cayce books. As I often did, I asked for divine guidance to choose for me and randomly opened it and started reading. The first sentence I read was something to the effect, “Many people will attempt to use robotic or self-programming tapes. This is not recommended…” and it went on to explain better to use divine guidance and high purpose, etc… I put the recorder and script away.

    Coincidentally I am reading better late than never Talbot’s Holographic Universe and I am only to page 60 or so. But it proposes that we are all holographic images/illusions manifested from a vast sea of information stored in a cosmic interference pattern. In holographic film every bit of information is stored in each piece of film, so no matter how you slice and dice the film, the information for the entire holographic image still exist in each piece. If we spring forth and are sustained from this sea of information, then we are all connected making synchronicities not curious at all.

    As I read and process the holographic theory of everything I do smile as it seems to me – at this early stage anyway, that these physicists while attempting to explain quantum phenomena and the nature of the universe through science have succeeded in describing God – a vast sea of information that permeates and transcends everything and gives rise to the universe and all that is within it. And that matter is ephemeral and illusional- the only true reality is the pool of information stored in this cosmic interference pattern, i.e. God.

    Just my thoughts at this moment…

  2. Synchronicity
    Interesting synchronicity, Greg–and yes, it compliments the Vallee talk nicely. (On that point, I’d like to see much more work done along the lines of a “physics of information”, as Vallee describes–although it may wind up being more appropriate to talk about a “physics of meaning” instead, as there is a distinction–but that’s another discussion entirely.) For those interested, here is an essay I wrote on synchronicity a few years back: http://www.theosophical.org/publications/quest-magazine/1441

  3. Stream of Conscious commentary
    Hi all, don’t really have a concrete point I wanted to make, but synchronicity has been on my mind for about the past month or so, and I figured I would comment anyway, since the topic seems to be another instance of it (it being what I’ve termed ‘transcendental synchronicity’). Perhaps in doing so, my words will strike a chord of resonance, causing a symapthetic string to vibrate, such as one might imagine if life and the energy of it can be described as a citar in Brian Greene’s String Theory Universe (although in the seminar I attended, he used a guitar as an example).

    I would like to say I can point to a specific ‘Eureka’ moment in my life, or memory thereof, when this idea of synchronicity first entered my sphere. But it is not that way at all. It is more like I have been slowly collecting little scraps of information, and slowly piecing them together into a great pointilist mural. I can stand very close to this mural, and see individual tiles, and I can step back and begin to see a murky image of the mural, but if I step back again, I find that there are more tiles being added to the periphery, and filling in the gaps here and there, and occasionally seeing another tile falling off or transposing itself, or simply vanishing. In all, I cannot tell what image the mural conveys, but I am certain it does, and that the image is not just abstract art, but that all the tiles make up one complete picture.

    Sometimes, a small voice pipes in “The universe is a giant, chaotic mess, and your mind is merely trying to make sense of an otherwise senseless world!” But this voice is small, indeed, for the very notion that the universe is ordered, and that man is capable of understanding that order, would be one way to summate my very religion, that of Islamic mysticism — a peculiar blend of science and faith, of beauty and ugliness, of joy and sadness… the marriage of opposites and the recognition of great similarities [I]in[/i] those differences. I wish not to silence or oppress that voice — for it is the voise of reason, of critique, which must be paid proper respect, lest I fall headlong into wishful thinking and fanciful belief.

    Since I came out of my 15-year stupor (a story, perhaps, for another day), I’ve noticed details of no small import, right in front of me the whole time. Blind to the trees for the forest, to spin that idiom so. Here are a few instances of synchronicities I began to note:

    * One day, I began to dream of harmonic energy systems, the dream of perpetual motion, of free energy. I began to study Nikolai Tesla. No sooner than a day had passed when on the radio I heard tell that Tesla (the band) was due to be visiting Wichita for a concert. Surely is this a sign, I thought to myself. I checked the paper for concert times, that is when I stumbled across an article about a Steampunk Expo on the same weekend. Now, I didn’t know who Tesla was (still don’t, really), but I also didn’t know anything about Steampunk. I figured Tesla would probably come back around, as old bands are apt to do, but this Steampunk Expo might be a one-shot thing, so I opted for the latter. What great fun it turned out to be!

    Now, as chance (or synchronicity, if you prefer) would have it, there was another event happening at the hotel the same weekend: The Kansas Aviation Museum’s Annual Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony and Fundraising Gala. The Steampunk Expo was stationed at one end of a great hall, and the Aviation Gala was in the center of the hall, the hall leading to the hotel lobby in the other direction. So, if you wanted to go to the lobby from the Expo, you had to walk through the Gala. Here’s where it gets good: The Gala was attended by business professionals, WWII and Korean War veterans, flying aces, and aircraft industrialists. All of them were attired in their fanciest dress clothes, pearl-laden ballroom gown-clad ladies and suit-and-tie clad men. The Steampunk expo attendees had , well, steampunk clothes, from the Civil War attire variety to the Victorian-era style to the airship aviator style to the mad scientist look. It created quite a contrast, and sparked numerous conversations. In particular, I enjoyed relating the timeliness of the steampunk aesthetic to the presence of actual (what would be) dieselpunk Gala attendees, and both to the relativisticness of the modern era. Where Axton, an old barnstormer and the 1st woman to fly a Stratofortress was honored by the Gala, so too was she admired by the Expo. Where the Expo embraced technology and creative anachronism, the Gala lived vicariously through them. All in all, it was a magnificent and unusual ordering of the universe in an unpredictable way.

    * During a certain period of my reAwakening, I was afraid to sleep, because my dreams were so vivid and encompassed so much time (one dream comprised 40 years of history, in a 2-hour span of sleep) that I had begun to question my sanity, contemplating which world was “the real one.” During this time, there were many noisy and subtle vibrations in my environ, from the Giant Solar Flares, to the huge asteroid passing close to the moon, to the Oklahoma earthquakes, to the gas company retrofitting their gas lines near my house (and tearing up the street with jackhammers), to the resultant increase of traffic on my street. One day after a particularly Quantum Leap-esque dream in whcih I woke feeling positively electrified, I wandered off for a walk and to observe the environment I was at this time feeling quite uncertain was anything more than a construct my mind had built to protect me from the harsh realities of some great catastrophe, like a nuclear war. On the recently-closed historic theatre near my house (the Crown Uptown), the marquis read “We are dreaming. Are you?”

    * More recently, I was getting my morning coffee, when I met a gentleman and his wife at the convenience store. The conversation started normally enough, with he commenting on my height and asking if I played basketball, to which I replied the usual, No, Chess. From there, the conversation got deep, quick, and wound up with a discussion of the Old Testament story of Joseph, the revelation to him that the same story is told in Al-Qur’an. He expressed interest in steampunk, and proceeded to offer me a job. After exchanging contact info, I mentioned to the effect that “We were supposed to meet” which he then stated was something HE had been recently telling others. It was then that I saw another set of trees: All 3 of us were attired in exactly the same fashion, black pants, red shirt, black jackets. Coincidence? I am less inclined to believe in such things, these days.

    * Learning about hypnapompia while talking to a girl about her struggle with the side effects of an anti-depressant she had stopped taking, then on the very next day finding a place to use it, on an internet thread discussion about Waking the Drowsy Sword, in which a poster alleged that there were only two states: Awake and Asleep, with nothing in between.

    There have been many more such synchronicities happening in my life as of late, but I won’t bore you with my telling of them. This post is likely way too long as it is. 🙂

    Thanks for bearing with me!

    Much Love

  4. from the Life-is-Extraordinary-Dept.
    All of this is quite ordinary and it happens all the time. Everything is unique and wonderful, it is just a learned response to treat one leaf like every other leaf and boredom (“oh, everything is the same day after day after day”) means that one isn’t paying enough attention :3

    And I think that any attempts to break up experiences into ‘the real world’ and ‘the supernatural’ is just silly — what happens and what we experience is what we experience, so there is no real reason (other than comfort) to put something like, say, “G_ddess” into some Supernatural place.

    All is natural. The world is as it is.

  5. Me 7!
    I just found out through a friend of a friend that today is the anniversary of George Harrison’s passing. This struck me as interesting, as this very morning I felt compelled to put on his album “Living in the Material World” on the bus. I even thought to myself it was quite a departure from much of the louder rock/metal music I’d been listening to on the bus lately, but was well aware it felt a very fitting soundtrack for today.

    As for the “this is all normal” thing, that may very well be so. However, I don’t find great difficulty in feeling wonder over some of the most prosaic and mundane experiences and objects, the world is a fascinating place.

  6. Does the story write the author?
    I had a moment of synchronicity last week that was like being woken up by having a bucket of icy cold water dumped on you. I’m walking along, and I start thinking about which novel I should concentrate on. I have several novels I want to write, but I really need to focus on one novel; otherwise I’ll never get anything finished. As I start to think about this, I pass two women talking and I overhear one of them say, “So what’s Matteo’s story?”

    Matteo is a character in one of my novels.

  7. Synchronicity
    I have enjoyed reading this site and the many and varied comments for many years but dont usually comment myself. Greg H. said he has many Edgar Cayce books and I wondered if he had discovered David Wilcock? David is a likely reincarnation of Cayce (check divinecosmos.com) and has just published a book covering many topics covered here. The book is Source Field Investigations and it connects all the dots. Wilcock is also a student of the Law of One, channelled info which ties in very nicely with your posts on synchronicity. Just a warning though only begin when you have time as his site has been up for many years and is full of info.
    cheers

    1. Law of One
      Hi betty, thanks for your comment. I discovered the Law of One website recently, after plugging into google as search terms certain components of a dream I had during the period of my reAwakening, as mentioned above. The terms I used, I can no longer recall precisely, or I would so list them now. But they were definitely: “21-tone” and “energy transmission complex”. I may have used “Zalliah Tanner” and “Proponent 3”, as well as “Minnesota” and “September 1980”. It might have included “crystal” and it may have included “Tesla.” It did NOT include any term which may be considered mystical or supernatural, with the possible exceptions of “Zalliah” and “crystal.” Which combination of these terms I used, I cannot now recall, and my browser history only lasts 5 days, or I could tell you with more precision. However, what I can relate is the hits that I got.

      Almost all of them were technical papers in pdf format, something my platform cannot handle, and related to cell biochemistry or quantum physics. Many were on jstor, to which I no longer have access. A few were abstracts or technical datum beyond my scientific understanding. The ONLY hit which wasn’t at a thus-unviewable/incomprehensible level was the Law of One.

      A very interesting site, I perused it for a few hours, and contemplated its significance. But I have since closed that window, and given it little thought. Thanks for the reminder! Interesting stuff.

      For the record, I used to follow Cayce fairly solidly, and I still think of him from time to time, though I no longer consider him a prophet, nor am I inclined towards belief in reincarnation, as I once was. Wilcock IS a name I recognize in association with Cayce, but I was unaware of the connection to the Law of One. Thanks for helping bridge another gap, as it were!

      Much Love

  8. I completely forgot about my
    I completely forgot about my most important synchronicity, mainly because in my mind I didn’t classify it as such but as something else…divine intervention, an angel, or a psychic connection through a universal unconscious? But it actually is by definition a synchronicity as follows:

    I was 19 years old, living alone and during this period any time I’d contemplate the finality of death and infinity of nothingness I’d fall into a panic attack. I was struggling with my concepts of God, a soul or not, etc… So home alone one night I was overcome with the panic and dropped to my knees begging God for a sign as we are won’t to do during our greatest needs. The panic subsided and physically exhausted from the emotional ordeal I went to bed.

    The following morning in the light of day I forgot about the event and went to my college classes. During break, while sitting on a bench in a common area eating a sandwich staring at the ground in front of me a voice said, “Can I help you?” Startled I looked up and standing in front of me was a young man about my age. I said, “Excuse me?” He replied, “Can I help you?” Dumbfounded I just stared blankly at him. He said, “Let me explain. Each day when I leave class I ask God to send me to the person that needs me the most, and today he sent me to you.” Chills went down my spine. He sat down and asked me if anything was bothering me…I didn’t open up as it is not my nature especially under those circumstances, but he proceeded to tell me about a local bible study group and ultimately handed me a palm size pamphlet about Christ being the savior…and left. I chuckled and looked heavenward feeling like maybe that was the sign I had so ached for the previous night, but my skeptical side of course rationalized it as coincidence. BUT…

    At noon that day I went to work at the Health Club I managed. During my lunch break at 2 pm I drove to my bank and locked my car in the nearly empty parking lot, leaving my window cracked only a half inch or so to let the heat escape. I was in the bank only a couple minutes as it was empty and when I opened my car door my heart skipped a beat and I stepped back chills on my neck. Sitting on seat was another of those palm sized pamphlets with flames on the cover and the words Is There a Hell? I looked around the parking lot for anyone that might have slid that through my window and no-one was there. Creeped out I picked it up and opened it and inside it said, “There is no hell for those who accept Christ as lord, etc…” I sat down in the car laughing, saying okay God, I get the message…but still I thought could be coincidence…

    Back at the club that evening around 6 pm a long time member as he left the club called my name. As I looked up at the front desk he put out his hand so put mine out. He slapped something into it as he walked past saying nothing. I said bye and looked in my hand – it was another palm sized pamphlet – the 3rd that day saying Christ is Lord, you are saved, etc… I had said nothing to anybody this day about any of this. I went into my office and just sat there dumbfounded, saying aloud to God, “okay I get it…or something like that.” 3 times that day, by completely unrelated circumstances my desperate prayer from the night before was directly answered – a prayer I might add I had said before but never in the desperation and pain I felt that night. I carry this story with me to help me through any times of pain or fear that crops up from my gut…

        1. One more thought – as I
          One more thought – as I stated in my first comment at the top I am currently reading The Holographic Universe and I am now up to page 81. Coincidentally if not synchronously the pages 60 to 81 I read since yesterday while making these posts dealt with synchronicity, Jung, and various physicists’ related thoughts based on a Holographic Universe.

          The book says A Physicist F. David Peat “believes Jungian-type synchronicities are not only real, but offer further evidence of the implicate order” (the bubbling mass and source of information that the holographic universe springs forth from within which we are all connected and one). It continues, “according to Bohm the apparent separateness of consciousness and matter is an illusion, an artifact that occurs only after both have unfolded into the explicate (physical world or in the holographic view – illusory) world of objects and sequential time. If there is no division between mind and matter in the implicate, the ground from which all things spring, then it is not unusual to expect that reality might still be shot though with traces of this deep connectivity.”

          It only just dawned on me this is another perfect synchronicity at least for my journey that as I continue my search for explanations of reality, the Daily Grail is right there in the middle with this post.

          1. Valuable Only if Noticed
            Synchronicities only hold ‘story’ value if they are observed. Since so many go around with their eyes wide shut, they never notice that which occurs around them day-in and day-out. Synchronicities are happening all the time to everyone . . . but only those beginning to awaken notice. . . therefore many mystics call this the Doorway or Portal. When you are awake enough to notice synchronistic events, then you are awake enough to start your journey in earnest.

            A metaphysical Cup-O-Joe for everyone!

            ASM

  9. Cousineau’s Coincidence
    I heartily recommend Phil Cousinea’s Coincidence or Destiny? Stories of Synchronicity That Illuminate Our Lives. Ignore the two negative reviews (you really have to wonder about some people!), the book is a terrific collection of personal tales that make you sit up and think of the possibilities.

    What fascinates me is that you can’t make synchronicity happen — it occurs when you least expect it. It makes you wonder what part the Observer Effect of quantum physics has to play. Matrix, meet Glitch.

    1. “Freedom from the desire for
      “Freedom from the desire for an answer is essential to the understanding of a problem.”

      “If we can really understand the problem, the answer will come out of it, because the answer is not separate from the problem.”

      Jiddu Krishnamurti

  10. Coincidences with your synchronicities
    Check out podcast for today’s NPR show, To The Best of Our Knowledge” – http://www.ttbook.org/book/paranormal-pop-culture

    The first ‘story’ was about PK Dick and mentioned the girl with a Christian pendant, whose visit presaged the beginnings of his ‘strange experiences.’ At this point, I started to pay CLOSE attention (with Greg’s blog in mind, i.e., the pamphlets)

    The second spot was an interview with Jeff Kripal (including retelling of Doug Moench’s tale).

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