Synchronicity

I do not believe in supernatural forces. I do, however, believe in synchronicity. This phenomenon, as I describe it, is a seemingly related cluster of events that interrelate due to the mind’s subjective understanding of them.

Instances of synchronicity occur when random instances turn simultaneously in a common direction, not unlike metal filings being pulled by a magnet. What is the “magnet”? This is the question that vexes me. It is not God. I know this. But it is a force, like a storm, or any other natural event: a wave, a ripple, gravity, entropy, creation.

My most recent experiences with this feeling of synchronicity are running toward the negative (for instance, in the last week, I experienced three mechanical failures, one very expensive to repair, and yet this is the least of my concerns regarding recent events…so just try to figure what that means). Systems all around me seem to be breaking down. The wave is ebbing. And as I stand here in this lull, I can only consider how low the valley goes. Have we bottomed, or is there an abyss coming to swallow me up? Fight the flow and it will break my back.

As I consider the totality of this synchronistic shitstorm, I can only find comfort in the total absurdity of the human condition. This absurdist philosophy is the balm that saves my life. That’s right, you read it here first; George Carlin, Monty Python and MST3K saved my life and give me the strength to face all obstacles…Sorry Jesus (that said, I do give the J-man big ups for touting the Golden Rule…not that he invented it).

As long as there is electricity bouncing around between my nerve endings, I trust I will see the other side of this valley, this wave. I’ve been here before and time is on my side. The energy that stacks all patterns, random or aligned, will turn around and I will not wonder why. I never do then.

Peter Jurich

My maternal grandfather, Peter Jurich, passed away this morning in his sleep after a long illness. He is survived by my grandmother, Ruth, to whom he was happily wed for some 69 years. I don’t subscribe to the whole “they don’t make them like that anymore” thing. People are people. I do know they don’t make a lot like him, they never did and they never will. He was a good man, a family man, generous, funny, a rock, an inspiration to others…to me he was the family member I always wished I knew better. Now, I will never have that chance (my Floridian cousins are very lucky to have lived so close to him). He lived a long, full life and he lived it well. Knowing him, and knowing his spirit through my mother, I am a better person. Through his example, I know when I am doing right. He will be missed, never forgotten.

My deepest sympathies go to my grandmother.