August 1993: After a couple of hectic weeks in San Francisco, I decided to head down towards LA. It was late in the evening, pitch dark and raining like crazy and I was in a bad mood. Had missed the chance of a couple of interviews and appointments. But for some reason I suddenly regretted my decision to leave SF, so I turn around and head north again. I have no clue on where I am, but in need of a place to sleep, so I just take the first exit from the highway and drives to a quiet street and pull over. This is before the internet takes off, so I have a look in my physical Lonely Planet guidebook. Looks like I’m somewhere in Oakland and finds the name of some semi-seedy motel in the book. I remember thinking, “How am I going to find this place in the godforsaken weather at this late hour.?” and then looking out and up. Then I realize that I am parked just in front of a huge but dark road sign. The sign has the name of the motel, so I’m right next to the place. After that, I took a couple of extra days in San Francisco, met some good people there AND managed to get my interviews sorted as well.
January 2024: Just grabbing some goods at the supermarket. At the cashiers I remember I have a few curly receipts for recycled bottles and cans. There’s three in my purse and by chance I find a fourth one in the inner pocket of my jacket. The cashier assistant looks at me a bit funny and says “Well, that’s a bit strange – you don’t have to pay anything because the amounts adds up exactly!”. Of course this is probably bound to happen out of all the many times one has paid for stuff, but still felt strange in the moment.
January 2020: Out walking in my neighborhood. It’s cold and dark (January in Denmark can be grim), and I am listening to a podcast about the early years of Prince’s career. I pass by a house, and through a large window I can see a family sitting around the dinner table. The reason I am looking extra intently is that the room is lit up in a stark, nasty purple color, probably some kind of Philips Hue situation gone terribly wrong. At that very moment, the podcast voice in my ear says ‘.. he referred to them as his purple family’, while I’m looking straight in at this very purple family. I hope they’ve gotten the lighting situation under control.
March 2025: I sadly never got into the ‘Severance’ show, and in January, I wrote a quick post about that with a random GIF from the show included. A couple of months later, I tried watching it again (people hyping it again, still not a fan). As I wrote a follow-up post and pressed ‘publish’, I looked up, and realized I was at that exact moment in the show, with the GIF playing simultaneously on my phone. It felt really weird.
June 2019: Talking to a friend who is an experienced meditator. I mention that sometimes when I meditate, it feels like I am looking outside myself, even with my eyes closed. He reminds me that this look ‘out’ is also just a part of myself, which makes a lot of sense to me. After he leaves, I’m sitting outside on the porch thinking about this. I hear a blackbird singing and as I always do look over at the neighbor’s roof where the bird is often sitting at the ridge of the roof (I have a long tradition of taking Instagram photos showing this exactly). But there is no bird.. I’m puzzled, but then I realize that the bird is sitting on MY own ridge just above my head. This made me smile.
July 2025: Sending my youngest son a text regard some soon-to-expire tickets to LEGO House. His response is a bit baffling as he noticed that the podcast he had just started came out almost three years ago, same date as the one on the tickets. But that’s not the weird(est) bit; the topic of the podcast is the (most excellent) 1955 movie ‘The Night of the Hunter’ which we watched together a while ago. The opens by listing some things as old as the movie; the seatbelt AND the LEGO system! (the brick is older but the idea of a building system is from 1955)
February 2026: I wake up in the morning from a dream with a strong sense that I should move my birdhouse to the south side of the house. While this felt a bit weird and random, I thought better see if a move could be an option withou too much fuzz. When I go to the current location on the north side of the house, the strings have broken and the birdhouse has fallen to the ground during the night. And then I moved it, of course..
Maybe just a few random occurrences from the ‘What are the odds’ department. Most of us get those, especially if we are a bit present and aware. But it’s fun and sometimes a bit spooky when it happens. And these are the small ones; later we can get into the bigger ones where help occurs just when needed. Perhaps you have a good synchronicity to share?
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