A synchronicity is a rooted coincidence. What just happened to me was a synchronicity AND a precognition. I had just read a Face Book posting from my Australian friend Kathryn Hand about how well the Byron Bay event had gone (organised by the guys who invited me to speak in Melbourne last year). I read the posting as my train drew into Three Bridges Station. The FB announcement reminded me of how much I enjoyed the “flat white” coffees that I first encountered in Australia last year.
As I passed the coffee shop in the station I decided to drop in and have a flat white, motivated directly by the memories of Australia stimulated by Kathryn’s post (which actually has a photograph taken in Byron Bay). As I was standing in the queue I was stunned to notice the name “Byron Bay” (a place I had never heard of before my Australian friends decided to have their conference there) on a vending box next to the serving section.
My Daemon spoke to me and said “this is the second of a series of coincidences and literally said to me “Ask the person serving you if she is from Mullingar.”
As thing panned out I wished I had followed the literal advice given, but I didn’t. Instead I simply asked her where she was from. Now this in itself is an odd thing to do. I don’t usually ask random strangers their origins but the daemonic sensation were so strong I went against all my natural inclinations. Now the staff in this cafe are usually Polish (and, as I subsequently discovered, from Madeira and Portugal), and NOT from Ireland
So in something totally out of character I asked her where she was from. I felt that asking if she was from Mullingar, as suggested by my Daemon would have caused all kinds of weird reactions so it was simply a question “Where are you from?
Her response was probably the must unexpected and totally stunning responses I have ever had to a question.
“Mullingar” she replied ….
Now this question had been stimulated by the amazing double synchronicity. Just before my Daemon got involved I took the photograph below to show the “Flat White” and Byron Bay cookies box …..
No this all gets odder. I discovered that the lady from Mullingar not only knew of Byron Bay but had VISITED THERE because she had friends who lived in the town. We are now getting into Bizarreville (which Crawley can be at times!) because the “coincidences” were just piling up. I then discovered that she usually works mornings only that it was very rarely that she worked afternoons …..
And the fact that in over 60 years I have NEVER before met anybody from my Grandmother’s home town … but I do so literally seconds after my Daemon places the name “Mullingar” in my head and requests that I ask if she is from that very town ….
There is NO DOUBT in my mind that this was a Daemon-induced precognition. For the record I have a post-graduate qualification (by formal exam) in applied statistics from the London School of Economics so I know the law of large numbers and the laws of probability …… but this is impossible to explain without suggesting a huge coincidence or falling back on the popular “fail-safe” position of “Confirmation Bias” …… but for me this fails totally how the word “Mullingar” came into my head BEFORE I asked her where she was from.