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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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Post by ellynmacg on May 15, 2019 2:13:10 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! Don't you wonder how she reacted to his hospital visit (that is, assuming she knew he was the person responsible for putting her there)? I'm imagining her sitting up in bed, one hand clutching the covers to her chest, and the other clutching a vase... aimed at his head. "Don't come any closer, or I'll bean you!" 
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Post by ellynmacg on May 15, 2019 2:49:30 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. I absolutely agree. "Coincidence" so often seems used mainly to cover the embarrassment or discomfort of people who have no psychic abilities at all...and are scared by other people who seem to exhibit such gifts.
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Post by ellynmacg on May 15, 2019 3:14:37 GMT
One of my favorite examples of synchronicity occurred when I was in my twenties, living alone in Burbank (no, really). I was singing and strumming my guitar, doing a highly simplified rendition of an early Joni Mitchell song, "Tin Angel." Deciding to take a break, I put down my guitar and turned on the radio. Guess what they were playing? "Tin Angel." Now, before anybody says, "You must have heard it playing from somebody else's house," no; I lived in a detached cottage, and as I recall, my windows were closed. Also, my neighbors' radios would have been unlikely to play a rock--even a folk-rock--song. Most of the people nearby listened to Spanish-language or C & W stations. And one more thing: that song was by no means a big hit for Joni Mitchell; I think even most of her fans would agree that "Tin Angel" was, and is, fairly obscure. I had never heard it played on that station before that day, and I don't remember ever hearing it there again. Nowadays, every time I hear a Joni Mitchell song from her early days, I think of that incident. It gave me a delicious case of cold chills.  |
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Post by dirtypillows on May 15, 2019 4:55:57 GMT
One of my favorite examples of synchronicity occurred when I was in my twenties, living alone in Burbank (no, really). I was singing and strumming my guitar, doing a highly simplified rendition of an early Joni Mitchell song, "Tin Angel." Deciding to take a break, I put down my guitar and turned on the radio. Guess what they were playing? "Tin Angel."Now, before anybody says, "You must have heard it playing from somebody else's house," no; I lived in a detached cottage, and as I recall, my windows were closed. Also, my neighbors' radios would have been unlikely to play a rock--even a folk-rock--song. Most of the people nearby listened to Spanish-language or C & W stations. And one more thing: that song was by no means a big hit for Joni Mitchell; I think even most of her fans would agree that "Tin Angel" was, and is, fairly obscure. I had never heard it played on that station before that day, and I don't remember ever hearing it there again. Nowadays, every time I hear a Joni Mitchell song from her early days, I think of that incident. It gave me a delicious case of cold chills. That is an awesome case of synchronicity at its finest! I absolutely reacted when I read "guess what they were playing..." That is just too eerie to be anything else than you being completely in tune and in touch with the universe. So nice. Well done, ellynmacq! And thank you for sharing your story!
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Post by dirtypillows on May 22, 2019 21:15:14 GMT
One of my favorite examples of synchronicity occurred when I was in my twenties, living alone in Burbank (no, really). I was singing and strumming my guitar, doing a highly simplified rendition of an early Joni Mitchell song, "Tin Angel." Deciding to take a break, I put down my guitar and turned on the radio. Guess what they were playing? "Tin Angel." Now, before anybody says, "You must have heard it playing from somebody else's house," no; I lived in a detached cottage, and as I recall, my windows were closed. Also, my neighbors' radios would have been unlikely to play a rock--even a folk-rock--song. Most of the people nearby listened to Spanish-language or C & W stations. And one more thing: that song was by no means a big hit for Joni Mitchell; I think even most of her fans would agree that "Tin Angel" was, and is, fairly obscure. I had never heard it played on that station before that day, and I don't remember ever hearing it there again. Nowadays, every time I hear a Joni Mitchell song from her early days, I think of that incident. It gave me a delicious case of cold chills. I just re-read your post. Living in Burbank, CA sounds like it would be have been a super interesting experience. Lordy! I mean this in the coolest way possible, but I always thought Burbank could have been a down and dirty atmosphere. So vivid. I usually end up getting my California suburbs all mixed up, though! Like didn't "Boogie Nights" take place mostly in the San Fernando Valley? Who comes up with these cool names, anyway? So, ellynmacq, please tell me, what was living in Burbank in the 70s like? I love California! I wish I lived there. I will always enjoy your "Tin Angel" experience.
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Post by dirtypillows on May 22, 2019 21:26:16 GMT
Okay, I have another cool one that I would like to share. Just yesterday, my roommate left for one of his super long road trips. He will be on the road for about a month, this time he is going East and, boy, does he know how to make the most of his time. He is so efficient, it baffles me. He will be hitting about eight cities in a month, with New Jersey being his final destination. Anyway, as he was walking out the door, I wished him a safe trip and gave him a kiss on the forehead, ala Dorothy and Glenda, the Good Witch and told him to have fun on the yellow brick road. Okay, so here comes the cool part. I had just been watching an old Bette Davis interview on the Dick Cavett show, via Youtube. Youtube always streams itself and with no prompting from me, the BD/DC interview segued into "Judy Garland: The Barbara Walters Interview" and then "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" started playing! It was like getting hit by a stun gun and in the best way possible. I love being overwhelmed in this manner! It is soooooo exhilarating! My roommate and I are totally in sync this way, which can make for some highly enjoyable and satisfying experiences! |
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Post by Toasted Cheese on May 22, 2019 22:06:21 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? You got da vibe Ms. Nora.... 
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Post by Toasted Cheese on May 22, 2019 22:13:18 GMT
Okay, I have another cool one that I would like to share. Just yesterday, my roommate left for one of his super long road trips. He will be on the road for about a month, this time he is going East and, boy, does he know how to make the most of his time. He is so efficient, it baffles me. He will be hitting about eight cities in a month, with New Jersey being his final destination. Anyway, as he was walking out the door, I wished him a safe trip and gave him a kiss on the forehead, ala Dorothy and Glenda, the Good Witch and told him to have fun on the yellow brick road. Okay, so here comes the cool part. I had just been watching an old Bette Davis interview on the Dick Cavett show, via Youtube. Youtube always streams itself and with no prompting from me, the BD/DC interview segued into "Judy Garland: The Barbara Walters Interview" and then "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" started playing! It was like getting hit by a stun gun and in the best way possible. I love being overwhelmed in this manner! It is soooooo exhilarating! My roommate and I are totally in sync this way, which can make for some highly enjoyable and satisfying experiences! It is just the universe reminding you what a  you are Mr. Dirty.... 
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Post by dirtypillows on May 22, 2019 22:14:40 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? You got da vibe Ms. Nora.... Yes, she certainly does. Da vibe.... Ah, yes.... Bring on the sunshine, Toasty and Warm...
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Post by Toasted Cheese on May 22, 2019 22:19:12 GMT
One of my favorite examples of synchronicity occurred when I was in my twenties, living alone in Burbank (no, really). I was singing and strumming my guitar, doing a highly simplified rendition of an early Joni Mitchell song, "Tin Angel." Deciding to take a break, I put down my guitar and turned on the radio. Guess what they were playing? "Tin Angel." Now, before anybody says, "You must have heard it playing from somebody else's house," no; I lived in a detached cottage, and as I recall, my windows were closed. Also, my neighbors' radios would have been unlikely to play a rock--even a folk-rock--song. Most of the people nearby listened to Spanish-language or C & W stations. And one more thing: that song was by no means a big hit for Joni Mitchell; I think even most of her fans would agree that "Tin Angel" was, and is, fairly obscure. I had never heard it played on that station before that day, and I don't remember ever hearing it there again. Nowadays, every time I hear a Joni Mitchell song from her early days, I think of that incident. It gave me a delicious case of cold chills. I just re-read your post. Living in Burbank, CA sounds like it would be have been a super interesting experience. Lordy! I mean this in the coolest way possible, but I always thought Burbank could have been a down and dirty atmosphere. So vivid. I usually end up getting my California suburbs all mixed up, though! Like didn't "Boogie Nights" take place mostly in the San Fernando Valley? Who comes up with these cool names, anyway? So, ellynmacq, please tell me, what was living in Burbank in the 70s like? I love California! I wish I lived there.I will always enjoy your "Tin Angel" experience. The Universe requires you where you are Mr. D, so you can shine your light to help illuminate it........
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Post by llanwydd on May 22, 2019 22:56:57 GMT
I was walking down a busy street and somehow got to thinking about a woman I had known and had a crush on years before. I had not thought about her in quite a while. Suddenly during this reverie I walked right into her. There was no reason I should have. We lived at least fifty miles apart. I said "You wouldn't believe how recently I was thinking of you." I would call that Jungian synchronicity.
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Post by dirtypillows on May 23, 2019 19:51:39 GMT
I was walking down a busy street and somehow got to thinking about a woman I had known and had a crush on years before. I had not thought about her in quite a while. Suddenly during this reverie I walked right into her. There was no reason I should have. We lived at least fifty miles apart. I said "You wouldn't believe how recently I was thinking of you." I would call that Jungian synchronicity. I love Carl Jung. I need to read more from him. I would not be surprised at all if he were interested in synchronicity. Do you like Jungian psychology? That's a memorable story! Thank you for sharing.
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Post by Admin on May 23, 2019 21:35:53 GMT
I keep on listening to my Police album of Synchronicity over and over again waiting for something incredible to happen. So far, zilch. It's an incredible album, but the goal here is "startling." I'd bet "Mother" startled a few Police fans...
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