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Post by dirtypillows on May 11, 2019 8:10:57 GMT
I went on a vacation to Los Angeles about 15 years ago. I loved it, definitely preferred it to New York City. Anyway, I spent a lot of time just walking around, and one late afternoon I was walking down Santa Monica Blvd, and I saw these two women friends walking towards me. And as we got closer to passing each other, I realized that one of the women was Dyan Cannon. She had her little dog with her and was wearing her hair long and curly, like she usually does, and she was laughing and enjoying her company, and I was like, woah, that's Dyan Cannon... no big deal, but pretty cool all the same!
Anyway, later on I got to have the fabulous experience of eating dinner at Musso and Frank's grill with an acquaintance, but I couldn't wait to share my celeb spotting with my friend back home. So, I excused myself, went into the men's bathroom stall, called my friend right up and said "Guess what movie star I saw walking down the street today?" and it took him all of four seconds to say... "Dyan Cannon" - How utterly and fantastically random that he would have guessed that! Not in a million more lifetimes could somebody duplicate that kind of mental work. Dyan Cannon???
To this day, he and I will refer to psychic phenomena as "you're having a Dyan Cannon moment". Even if it's never going to bring about world peace, this really is the kind of thing that makes life worth living, those precious moments of universal interconnectivity. Neither of us will ever forget it. As you can tell, I am a big fan of minutia and no believer of coincidence.
Take a minute and share your own "Dyan Cannon moment"!
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Post by permutojoe on May 11, 2019 23:06:23 GMT
I once watched a baseball game with a friend and called two homeruns on the exact pitch. "He's going to hit a home run right here on this pitch". Twice in one game, and I only made two predictions.  |
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Post by Prime etc. on May 11, 2019 23:22:56 GMT
I tossed a peanut without caring at a Stellar's Jay sitting to the left of me about 10 feet away and without moving a single inch, that bird caught the peanut by merely opening a beak ever so slightly to take it. It was like destiny.
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Post by permutojoe on May 11, 2019 23:30:14 GMT
I tossed a peanut without caring at a Stellar's Jay sitting to the left of me about 10 feet away and without moving a single inch, that bird caught the peanut by merely opening a beak ever so slightly to take it. It was like destiny. Reminds me of the time I was carrying my dog across the kitchen. I happened to bring her right over my plate of food and she helped herself to a piece of chicken with perfect grace and timing.
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Post by Stammerhead on May 12, 2019 0:07:08 GMT
I was listening to The Show Must Go On by Leo Sayer back in the 1970s and at the exact moment when he first sings “baby” a driver outside beeped his horn in perfect synchronisation.
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Post by Nora on May 12, 2019 2:42:01 GMT
not sure its true synchronicity but the weirdest thing like that in my life was a year ago when i was looking for an actor for one of my projects.
this young guy sent in his tape (reading a scene) and while he wasnt right for the part there was something about his performance that made me interested in working with him.
so i wrote a small part specifically for him. he would go on to play a younger friend of the lead and be an orphan growing up in a childrens home, soon turning 18 and having to leave the home to live on his own and being scared of whats to come.
after i sent him the script he wrote back saying he is shaking and he cant understand how i knew. i asked him what he means and he siad he is an orphan, living in a childrens home turning 18 and worried cause he has to leave soon.
How crazy is that, right?
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Post by theauxphou on May 12, 2019 5:41:45 GMT
I have on occasion farted and burped at the same time.
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Post by Sulla on May 12, 2019 13:13:02 GMT
Once in the 1980s my dad and I drove from Florida to Wash. D.C. to visit my sister. On the return trip we stopped at a McDonald's in LaGrange, Georgia. So I'm standing in line when to my surprise I noticed in the line next to me was my Physics professor. He and his son were driving from FL to D.C. We were going in opposite directions and had all stopped at the same place at the same time.
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Post by koskiewicz on May 12, 2019 15:40:00 GMT
At a Cubs game in the late 1960's, Philly batter Richie Ashburn hit a line drive into the left field grandstands and beaned a woman. Play was temporarily halted while a crew removed her on a stretcher. Play resumed, and Ashburn proceeded to hit another foul and almost hit the same woman who was being carted out. He actually visited her in the hospital after the game.
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Post by hi224 on May 12, 2019 17:28:03 GMT
I actually did a double lap as well
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Post by dirtypillows on May 13, 2019 20:04:46 GMT
I tossed a peanut without caring at a Stellar's Jay sitting to the left of me about 10 feet away and without moving a single inch, that bird caught the peanut by merely opening a beak ever so slightly to take it. It was like destiny. Reminds me of the time I was carrying my dog across the kitchen. I happened to bring her right over my plate of food and she helped herself to a piece of chicken with perfect grace and timing. Cute!
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Post by dirtypillows on May 13, 2019 20:05:42 GMT
At a Cubs game in the late 1960's, Philly batter Richie Ashburn hit a line drive into the left field grandstands and beaned a woman. Play was temporarily halted while a crew removed her on a stretcher. Play resumed, and Ashburn proceeded to hit another foul and almost hit the same woman who was being carted out. He actually visited her in the hospital after the game. Oh gawd!
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Post by dirtypillows on May 13, 2019 20:07:03 GMT
Once in the 1980s my dad and I drove from Florida to Wash. D.C. to visit my sister. On the return trip we stopped at a McDonald's in LaGrange, Georgia. So I'm standing in line when to my surprise I noticed in the line next to me was my Physics professor. He and his son were driving from FL to D.C. We were going in opposite directions and had all stopped at the same place at the same time.
That's an awesome example! Great story! All of these shares are fun!
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Post by dirtypillows on May 13, 2019 20:11:01 GMT
not sure its true synchronicity but the weirdest thing like that in my life was a year ago when i was looking for an actor for one of my projects. this young guy sent in his tape (reading a scene) and while he wasnt right for the part there was something about his performance that made me interested in working with him. so i wrote a small part specifically for him. he would go on to play a younger friend of the lead and be an orphan growing up in a childrens home, soon turning 18 and having to leave the home to live on his own and being scared of whats to come. after i sent him the script he wrote back saying he is shaking and he cant understand how i knew. i asked him what he means and he siad he is an orphan, living in a childrens home turning 18 and worried cause he has to leave soon. How crazy is that, right? Wow! Your intuitive capabilities must be off the charts, Nora! Do you know what your Myers-Briggs type is? I'd say that leaves the synchronicity realm and enters the psychic one --------- I am going to take a guess and say you are an INFP...
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Post by Nora on May 13, 2019 20:37:10 GMT
not sure its true synchronicity but the weirdest thing like that in my life was a year ago when i was looking for an actor for one of my projects. this young guy sent in his tape (reading a scene) and while he wasnt right for the part there was something about his performance that made me interested in working with him. so i wrote a small part specifically for him. he would go on to play a younger friend of the lead and be an orphan growing up in a childrens home, soon turning 18 and having to leave the home to live on his own and being scared of whats to come. after i sent him the script he wrote back saying he is shaking and he cant understand how i knew. i asked him what he means and he siad he is an orphan, living in a childrens home turning 18 and worried cause he has to leave soon. How crazy is that, right? Wow! Your intuitive capabilities must be off the charts, Nora! Do you know what your Myers-Briggs type is? I'd say that leaves the synchronicity realm and enters the psychic one --------- I am going to take a guess and say you are an INFP... but I didnt know it related to him you know? I just felt like that could be a nice subplot for someone this young. It has happened before that I would pick people to play certain parts that thet then told me they felt exceptionally connected to or that thet felt like it was written specifically by someone who knows them very well (I didnt) but never this close to home. I know the model but never took the test, Ill try and let you know what I get  . |
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Post by dirtypillows on May 13, 2019 20:51:59 GMT
Wow! Your intuitive capabilities must be off the charts, Nora! Do you know what your Myers-Briggs type is? I'd say that leaves the synchronicity realm and enters the psychic one --------- I am going to take a guess and say you are an INFP... I just felt like that could be a nice subplot for someone this young. It has happened before that I would pick people to play certain parts that thet then told me they felt exceptionally connected to or that thet felt like it was written specifically by someone who knows them very well (I didnt) but never this close to home. I know the model but never took the test, Ill try and let you know what I get . It could be borderline rude for me to suggest it, but the fact that you didn't know it related to him just kind of substantiates the whole notion that you may have strong psychic abilities. Maybe it's a bold thing for me to say such a thing, and I know there are some people who refute the whole notion of ESP, but I am not one of them. I always have thought that "coincidence" is an entirely man-made construct to appease those who cannot deal with the things which cannot be proven by the scientific method. How did you handle the boy's emotional response? Did he end up playing the part? Anyway, yes, please let me know when you take the test! I will be very curious to know the results.
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Post by WarrenPeace on May 13, 2019 23:51:06 GMT
I keep on listening to my Police album of Synchronicity over and over again waiting for something incredible to happen. So far, zilch. :format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)/discogs-images/R-442490-1332561915.jpeg.jpg) |
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Post by Nora on May 14, 2019 2:00:12 GMT
but I didnt know it related to him you know? I just felt like that could be a nice subplot for someone this young. It has happened before that I would pick people to play certain parts that thet then told me they felt exceptionally connected to or that thet felt like it was written specifically by someone who knows them very well (I didnt) but never this close to home. I know the model but never took the test, Ill try and let you know what I get . It could be borderline rude for me to suggest it, but the fact that you didn't know it related to him just kind of substantiates the whole notion that you may have strong psychic abilities. Maybe it's a bold thing for me to say such a thing, and I know there are some people who refute the whole notion of ESP, but I am not one of them. I always have thought that "coincidence" is an entirely man-made construct to appease those who cannot deal with the things which cannot be proven by the scientific method. How did you handle the boy's emotional response? Did he end up playing the part? Anyway, yes, please let me know when you take the test! I will be very curious to know the results. just took the test, u were right, infp it is. interestingn. i would have guessed something else. yes the boy got the part. he was very happy and said it showed him a possible way of future career and also allowed him to show other young people that people that grow up in childrens home can lead normal lives and do the same things like other people (such as act / pursue their dreams). it was rather sweet i was very happy to have given him the opportunity. its been a year now, and i keep in touch and see what he is up to now and he continues to pursue his creative passions which is great to see. |
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Post by poelzig on May 14, 2019 3:19:05 GMT
I went to a friends party a few days after I returned from a vacation in Amsterdam. He introduced me to his bands guitarist who had visited Amsterdam a year or so earlier and we started comparing out favorite bars, coffeshops, museums etc.. I asked what hotel he used and he said it was a small place on a side street called Hotel Ben. I asked if he was pranking me somehow because that was the same hotel I had stayed in. He said the price was hard to beat but the room was tiny even for Amsterdams compact no frills hotels. I agreed and said I wasn't expecting bunk beds
"Bunk beds?! What floor were you on?"
"2nd floor last room..."
"On the right?"
We both smiled sensing what was coming.
"The view was great tho, right?"
"It's not everyday you get to stare at an empty alley."
Close to 500 Hotels in Amsterdam and me and this total stranger I met at a party not only stayed in the same hotel we stayed in the same room and slept in the same bed a year apart.
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Post by dirtypillows on May 14, 2019 4:02:20 GMT
I went to a friends party a few days after I returned from a vacation in Amsterdam. He introduced me to his bands guitarist who had visited Amsterdam a year or so earlier and we started comparing out favorite bars, coffeshops, museums etc.. I asked what hotel he used and he said it was a small place on a side street called Hotel Ben. I asked if he was pranking me somehow because that was the same hotel I had stayed in. He said the price was hard to beat but the room was tiny even for Amsterdams compact no frills hotels. I agreed and said I wasn't expecting bunk beds "Bunk beds?! What floor were you on?" "2nd floor last room..." "On the right?" We both smiled sensing what was coming. "The view was great tho, right?" "It's not everyday you get to stare at an empty alley." Close to 500 Hotels in Amsterdam and me and this total stranger I met at a party not only stayed in the same hotel we stayed in the same room and slept in the same bed a year apart. I love hearing these stories! All of them are wild. Okay, I want to share another one. Several years ago, I went to Rio De Janeiro, went to the gay men's sauna and was spending some time sitting in a corner of the steamroom, propped up against a wall. I heard this guy say to me "Are you Todd, from Chicago?" I was quite startled, but evidently he had seen my pic on one of those sex sites and he recognized me. Wow. He was what they called a "bingo boy", where the customers could play drag queen bingo and if you won, you got a room and you and your favorite "bingo boy" got to go back and play for 30 minutes, compliments of the house! What a concept! Anyway, I didn't play any bingo that night, but I still got my boy!
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