Another Instance Of Synchronicity.

My friend Megh had dropped in last evening and we lost track of time discussing various things till late. Around 9.30 pm we were discussing something for which the name of a company eluded me no matter how much I tried to recollect it.

I decided to call up my nephew Jai in Bengaluru and the first thing he asked was why I was up so late! I explained and asked him for the name which he promptly came up with much to my delight and relief. I thanked him and disconnected.

Further conversation was interrupted after just a couple of minutes by a phone call from Jai who again asked me the reason for my earlier phone call and I explained. He was in a state of some awe as he said that my earlier phone call to him had just gone to him while he was thinking of my late wife Urmeela. He was listening to some music which was her favourite too and he was remembering her. Receiving my phone call to him at exactly that moment was found by him to be eerie to say the least!

I told him that I was not surprised at all!

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12 Responses to Another Instance Of Synchronicity.

  1. Nandu Pillai says:

    Memory does fade with time . A useful trick I try ( successful most of the time , one way or another ) is to focus on the name ( movie , person , song , place , company whatever ) one is trying to remember and then start guessing starting from A , B , C , D etc …Z very slowly mentally scrolling the options under each letter …..and usually while I am doing this my wife effortlessly comes up with the name ! : )

  2. Delirious says:

    I think “synchronicity” is the wrong term for this. I don’t think it was coincidence. I think those who have passed sometimes are near, and without our knowing it, we feel their presence. I would take it as a “hello” from beyond.
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  3. Grannymar says:

    Ramana you love that word synchronicity. This sort of thing happens me all the time and I don’t call it anything. If someone comes into my thoughts and stays there for a full day or more, I try to make contact or find out how they are. If I cannot make contact, then weeks later I usually learn of their death.
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    • Rummuser says:

      Yes, I love that word and whenever something happens I rejoice in it. The negative type of experiences that you have had are also possible and I have experienced them too. This is why I prefer Jung’s collective consciousness approach to psychology.

  4. This happened to me too Ramana, just yesterday, an early morning lecture by my mother was to pass me by, about why I dont believe in ‘the Secret, as in the book, and that it really works, and I wasnt in the least interested especially because it was still early morning and secondly, because it was my mom talking/ jabbering. However, I left home for my yoga classes and my teacher happened to mention the same thing rather insistingly to all of us and praising the book to no end.
    May be at some future date I will feel like opening the pages to the ‘secret’, but as of now, I have decided not to read too much into it. Divine interventions for me will have to wait!!

    • Rummuser says:

      I am not surprised at all. On the subject of ‘The Secret’, just accept that in the old days, it used to be called praying and answers to prayers. It has just been repackaged for a gullible modern world.

  5. Maxi says:

    I’m with you, Rummy … the connection of past and present.
    Blessings ~ Maxi
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  6. wisewebwoman says:

    Isn’t it totally awesome when these things happen, Ramana, it happened to me yesterday when I was waiting to call a friend, she has many to take care of for meals and I thought to leave calling till I knew her work was done. Next thing she walks in with a meal for me.
    Lovely stuff. We need more of it.
    XO
    WWW
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