Finding Synchronicity

You might say life is an endless stream of synchronicities, that most people are too blind to see, including me, they always appeared to be, a series of coincidences, happening to me, you see, I had agreed, they’re an unrealistic deception of my perception, blinding me from seeing them altogether, I didn’t know any better, I was too conditioned to see, what was right in front of me. Until one magical day, a synchronicity was revealed as realities play, it came to me, conceptually, while experiencing it simultaneously. Simply put, a synchronicity, is being in the right place, right on time, when all the stars in the universe seem to align, experience is the evidence of its grand design, a mysterious force keeping your life right on course, when consciously aware, you’ll start seeing them everywhere, a magical order to the chaos of coincidences, guiding you beyond your senses, like a perfect rhyme, every word in the right place, spoken at the right time, if unaware, you’re seeing impaired, without a care, a sub-conscious zombie on auto pilot, just trying to survive it, reality just happens to be, lost without intuition, stuck in a self-imposed psychological submission, hard to escape this position, an unconscious victim of your own reality, is your permanent mentality, the ones consciously aware of their display, are like children at play, imaginative co-creators shaping their own reality, creating a life of magical originality, I’ll never forget the day when I heard what synchronicities had to say, they’re the ones at play, it’s not coincidence on display, it just appears that way. The day everything changed for me, I woke a few hours early for morning philosophy, I think to myself, this is kinda odd for me, I sleep in usually, but I’m awake and ready to see. Right from the start, I had this mysterious energy, flowing through my heart, with sleep no longer an option for me, I decide to read my textbook of philosophy, all of a sudden, my intuition starts tingling, it’s time to let it out within, now I’m reaching for a book I never started to begin, the one I’ve had for years, the one a friend suggested, while making those cheers, the one I hadn’t seen in years, listening to my strong intuitive need, I take a look, in the book, it’s time to read, surprisingly, it reads of synchronicity, I feel my exhilarating excitement set me free, can this be, every coincidence is really a synchronicity, that I’ve been to blind to see, visually and internally, a couple hours later, it’s time for philosophy, the class discussion, starts with the textbook, then abruptly switches direction, synchronicity becomes the new topic of seduction, suddenly, I feel a bolt of intuitive energy, burn right through me, as I realize I’m experiencing a synchronicity,  this is no coincidence, it’s really happening to me, I’m seeing through realities vailed fence, of coincidence, it fills me with wonder, as it increases  my imaginations hunger, could this be, right after learning to see, through coincidences vailed reality, as synchronicities conception, I’m experiencing it as a realistic perception, all the dominoes of my past moments have been played in the right place, to be knocked over at the right time, for this synchronicity to align, now I feel it, with all the light of my consciousness, there’s no going back from this, it’s like only seeing a world of black and white, then suddenly, seeing it filled with color for the first time, there’s no going back to that monochrome grime, color is what you’d see for the rest of time, this got me thinking into moments past, to find the origin of this synchronicities forecast, this was the 3rd time I took this professor’s class, as a discussion, it was synchronicities first and last, this moments past, brought me back several years, to a moment with lots of cheers, with a friend I hadn’t seen in years, this was before I went back to school, when I was just a working fool, being treated less like a human and more like a tool, it all began after working late, a chance run in with an old friend, a twist of synchronicities fate, we go out and have some cheers, I hadn’t seen him for years, after way to many beers, and many colorful conversations, he suggests a book for philosophical investigations, a run in with a Zamboni driver, we decide to go ice skate, another twist of synchronicities fate, had a great fall, a broken ankles the call, I didn’t know it at the time, this is the moment that would change it all, when I listened to my intuitions call, to become an artist and go back to school in the fall, this broken ankle condition, had me in a perfect position, to listen to my intuition, after that night, once I got my mind right, I ordered that book, the one my friend suggested, before I ever took a look, it rode my bookshelf for years, til my intuition came swarming, that one fateful morning, to pick up that book and take a look. After this analysis, I’m healed of my seeing paralysis, it’s become mysteriously clear to me, every moment is a synchronicity, every moment is a synchronicity, every moment is a synchronicity, some supporting, some are the big show, all equally important with their magical glow, all the coincidences have melted away, synchronicities are in play, past moments influence with causative effects, transcend future ones, everything collects, everything connects, each moment new, never been experienced, synchronized true. leaving me with one last question to ask, how could one meeting with a friend from the past, for one night only, give my life such a blast, cure my lonely, and change my life so fast, a month after, I was already back in class, a few more years of art and laughter, I finally discover the synchronicity, I was after, for my life’s next great chapter, truthfully, we’re always on time, in the right place, with mystery and wonder to face, until, the end of life’s magical grace, let my intuition be my guide, for synchronicities mysterious ride, they’re where coincidences hide, masking realities other side, that was the last, I ever saw of my friend from the past, to this day, I’ve never reached out or contacted him in any way, I guess, we said all we needed to say, in synchronicities magical play. If you still don’t believe me, of my tale of synchronicity, I can help you see, so you can experience the evidence like me, look back into your hazy yesterdays, to see the role synchronicity plays, break down any life-changing experience, to its moments past, you’ll realize each moments unique task, that each proceeding moment would have never been, if the previous moments never happened, which means each moment is uniquely important and completely necessary, for all moments to play out, the way you experience what they’re about.