Very true. Good point.
I know 
I, personally, like to keep my coincidences private, or… at the very most, share them with someone who understands my brand of coincidences.
I can understand holding on them. I’ve been holding on to the one above for seven years before sharing it.
I still wonder if I should do more with it, because of what it meant to me. There was more to the story. I just shared the short version. I probably didn’t share those details because it stretches credibility.
Berkley Babes,
I would believe you if you shared them.
You gave me the original impression that you were ready to dispute everything. Maybe I was wrong to assume that.
As for the other details, it would be book length, and I’m trying to avoid that.
There was one moment I can share. I was walking down the street during that whole Boston trip, needing a toilet, cursing the fact that there is never a toilet in a major city when you need one. Thirty seconds later I crossed the street, and squeezed between two bush hedges, and there was a portable toilet in the middle of nowhere. I call it the miracle toilet, because underneath the clearest rainbow I have ever seen in my life. Anyway, I would understand if that didn’t sound all that special.
Berkley babe,
The only way I endured hell was to become super smart, I had no choice, that was my selective pressure. That’s why I come across as “disputing everything”
I’ve seen all the same things you have, but on a greater scale, if you told me you flew (which I’ve never done except in dreams) I’d be like “ok, I can believe that, I can get on board with that”
I’ve seen a lot.
I trust that you’ve seen a lot, if you say so. People with open minds experience more. Meditation is like dreams when it comes to adventure, too.
I don’t think I personally could have handled this on a greater scale.
Another detail, after walking around for twenty miles, for hours, I was desperate to lay down. So I found a patch of grass on a street called St Botolph street. Botolph, (I didn’t know this at the time) is the patron saint of travelers. It was also his Feast Day, the night I lay down. I found all this out after. I thought it was quite symbolic.
Anyway, love to hear what type of scale you’ve witnessed.
Well, I’ve been resurrected a few times and I’ve had the whole world moved around like robots from the spirit world just to communicate to ME!! They didn’t know it though. The trauma of all this is so severe, that I drink to help with the ptsd. And that’s not even my synchronicities, and certainly not my hells.
Wow.
It’s hard to imagine how that went, but still, wow.
Most synchronicities are small anyway, but still important to the person.
Good luck with ptsd. And the drink. I am happy to say that I’ve survived both of those. So it is possible. Peace is the highest value. Good luck.
That’s a brilliant random coincidental occurrence =D>
I love those kinds of coincidences, where events follow such an order, that it suits one’s immediate needs beautifully, and thus was meant to be… or appears as if it was… the deck of cards, being stacked in one’s favour.
Have I experienced such? yes… do I think them amazing? yes… is it a coincidence? yes, but a beautiful one, to smile about, cherish, and remember in awe and selfish-delight.
Thanks so much, MagsJ
Smiling, cherishing, and remembering in awe and selfish-delight 
I don’t know whats so annoying about your lies. Maybe that they’re so badly told.
allegedly
If you’re irritated it’s because you’re able to be. Not my problem. There are a few people who sound disgruntled every time they post no matter what the thread and you’re one of them. Congrats.
I don’t care if you believe me. My story probably made you feel small in some way, so you’re having a reaction to it.
Apparently I made up the name Seer’s Sage, as well. Yeah . . . right.
I dare anyone who doesn’t believe me to try Salvia. It’s legal most places. Dare.
I didn’t try that but to be honest, I did acid, unwittingly, I wrote about it elsewhere.
It was a very high dosage , around 1000 micrograms. It was devastatingly unmoderated, I couldn’t talk of it, but I’m still into flashbacks after all that time.
So I do believe You, and as far as having changed my mind, it really changed turned my life around.
All I lerned from it was the reiteration of the cliche, " Be careful what you wish for".
Well, I got what I wished for big time.
Stuff like that can twist life around big time.
Berkeley Babes,
Like I stated before. I’d believe you if you told me you could fly but only when others aren’t looking.
I’ve seen much crazier shit than that. In my personal life (people on these boards may think it’s a stretch for sure) my affect makes people really comfortable.
It’s for two reasons:
1.). I don’t disbelieve “crazy” stuff
2.) I understand why you are the way you are, and I’ll talk with you instead of judging you. I know this species was taught poorly, your problems are 100,000 years old, not really your fault.
It’s not nearly visceral and crazy enough to be a salvia experience. You are a cerebral person averse to risk taking with a pale caricature of an idea about drugs.
That people think your stale made up adventure is out there shows how protected and inexperienced they are.
Not visceral and crazy enough for you? I got crushed by buildings. Sure I didn’t include every detail, nothing about evil Sesame street puppets, okay, I spared you that because it had nothing with the topic of coincidence.
But wait, then again, you were not there for any of this, so either you think your intelligence is so superior you can experience other peoples lives or just like working people up like a troll.
Also I am not trolling your youtube account. Advice: stop attacking people, insulting them, and you wont become paranoid about being attacked yourself. See how that works? Mr. All knowing?
Thanks for placating.