It started with tarot cards back in college.
How was my Wiccan roommate able to read me like a book from a stack of cards that looked like an amateur Renaissance artist contrived them?
Since 2009, I've been reading, studying, and experimenting with tarot cards and all other forms of esoteric wisdom that find their way into my viewpoint.
And, because of it that exploration, I've experienced way too many synchronicities to insult destiny by writing them off as "coincidences".
Examples, you say? Examples I have:
I took a horse training job in France back in 2023, thinking I was just going for the adventure of it, to work on myself, to live outside of Paris, riding horses through the forest all day and night, maintaining a hunting lodge all alone in the woods...more or less healing and thriving in my own space.
Two weeks in, a woman shows up to my door to welcome me to the small village. British woman, super nice, we ended up becoming friends.
Three months later, she's diagnosed with stage four, terminal cancer - the same type of cancer my mother had at the time, but terminal.
Coincidence? I think not.
I was, at this time, struggling with my mom's diagnosis and losing hope for life. That woman inspired so much love and wisdom from the depths of my soul and was the exact person I needed at that point in my life - and I for her.
My cup runneth over with the number of synchronicities I experience on a daily basis.
My friend discussing his deceased cousin, me asking him if he ever speaks aloud to said cousin, him saying no, me saying "you should try"...the lights flickering in that exact moment when they've never flickered before or since.
My coming to Colorado for a visit with a former friend and, whilst there, meeting a new friend - I choose to stay for a while and become his roommate - I quickly start to miss travel and think about leaving but feel I'm meant to stay a little longer - his kids come for a visit over the summer - a week before they're supposed to leave for their mom's, they open up to me about abuse they've endured - BAM, now those kiddos live with us...
Coincidence that I came to CO for a different person, but ended up meeting and staying with this new friend and am then the catalyst that gave him his kids back?
I think not.
By choosing to believe in synchronicity, I choose to perceive that every effect has a cause. That every twist and turn of my life - especially the rough, often easily misunderstood to be awful times - is a response to an energy with cause.
I am not just experiencing sh*t by chance, unable to perceive a greater meaning behind it.
I'm experiencing things by energetic force and there's always an option to see it for the cause it is if I only have the patience to wait it out.
In that sense, I'm able to see how it all - good, bad, gorgeous and ugly - makes sense, as it so often inevitably does.
I went to France for horses; or I was brought to France to make a lifelong friend and be there in her hour of need and horses was simply the catalyst that caught my attention to go.
I came to Colorado for one person; or I was brought to Colorado to make a friendship with someone who needed healthy support and that other friend was just the way to get me stateside.
Coincidence, by definition, is a concurrence of events without causal relation; synchronicity is the occurrence of events that seem related but have no causal relation.
Inferring "coincidence" means that you perceive events to be random with no relation (event happens, nothing caused it, it just is), whereas inferring "synchronicity" means that you perceive things to be related even when they appear to be random (event happens, something caused it, I wonder what it could've been).
In the modern world, I'd argue that most people infer through a lens of coincidence, thereby disregarding potential connections that could provide deeper meaning and motive.
But I'm clearly not of that ilk, and if you're reading this I doubt you are either.
My philosophy on life is that everything - from the table my laptop's sitting on to the cat that's massaging potatoes into my arm - is energetically connected and that events are synchronistic, not coincidental.
I am not here at random. I am here at cause, whether I can perceive the link or not.
In viewing reality this way, my mind leans towards emotional detachment in most circumstances because things aren't happening at random, they're happening as a result of energetics I can't possibly fathom. With that mindset, I need only sit back and wait for the synchronicity to present itself.
I choose to see circumstances as energetic ties to my interaction with a timeline that's been in motion for eons.
Hurricanes today aren't JUST a result of yearly weather patterns, for example; they're the fallback of millions of years of terra forming and celestial motion within the cosmic order of universal "chaos" (and the livability of them today - for humans anyway - is due entirely to the astroid that wiped out the dinosaurs).
But is the universe actually chaos?
To our wee-wittle bwains it may seem as such, but, in reality, chaos is just energy misunderstood.
In truth, what seems sporadic to us is actually causal reactions across time and space. We cannot predict the flow of universal energy any better than we can predict how our day will play out, but that doesn't mean it's "chaos" in the sense that we've defined the term.
Chaos is "complete disorder and confusion." But though universal majesty may confuse us, I don't subscribe to the narrative that the universe is disordered.
Simple enough physics shows us that the universe is one of the most ornately ordered specimens in existence. From the grandest to the most minute perspectives, the universe is rhyme and reason in motion.
So if physics can show us the truth of universal order, then why do so many people choose to adhere to coincidence instead of synchronicity?
I'll tell you why, or at least what I think: it's because it's easier to shrug off the "randomness" of circumstances than to consider our role in its synchronistic occurrence.
Here's a fun thinker for you: remember that time you almost died? Everyone's got at least one story of "this one time, I almost died but didn't..."
Why do you think you survived that experience?
Some people think it's god/gods/God what saved them.
Some people think it "wasn't their time to go".
And then there's the me's of the world, the weirdos willing to look you dead in the eyes and proclaim with a knowing that comes from the dark matter of the voidian beyond: "I was in the right place, at the right time, because I happened to stop and look at a flower growing through a crack in the sidewalk so the speeding car who whipped it on the corner missed me by an inch..."
The synchronicity what saved me isn't that I stopped and observed the crack-flower that day.
It's that when I was a child I was told by some stranger in a park (probably a murderous stranger who didn't end up killing me in this universe but certainly may have in parallel universe, let's say, #568) that I should always stop and enjoy the flowers, no matter how small or how random, because you never know when your time will be up.
The speeding car what missed me only did so because some random dude in a park told me as a child to enjoy all the flowers.
THAT'S the synchronicity that saved my ass.
Not the crack-flower. But the random encounter in my childhood that I fortunately remembered when the crack-flower appeared that fated day.
Long story short: life is far more interesting when you stop perceiving things as random and start perceiving them as connected.
Circumstances land different.
Pain evolves into purpose, fear transforms into curiosity, limitations become breakable.
In that way, you start to see where your actions, big or small, yours or someone else's, are crafting the reality you inhale and exhale on a daily basis.
Toddler-level tantrum meltdown's be damned, ain't nothing stopping me from seeing things as interconnected, no matter the mind-bending, out-of-this-world fascinating, spiritual and esoteric torments I reap.
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