“All of us, whether or not we are warriors, have a cubic centimeter of chance that pops out in front of our eyes from time to time. The difference between an average man and a warrior is that the warrior is aware of this, and one of his tasks is to be alert, deliberately waiting, so that when his cubic centimeter pops out he has the necessary speed, the prowess, to pick it up.” ~ Carlos Castaneda
“There is no rule that is true under all circumstances, for this is the real and not a statistical world. Because the statistical method shows only the average aspects, it creates an artificial and predominantly conceptual picture of reality.” ~ C. G. Jung
There certainly seems to be a lot of magic in the air these days, at least there was yesterday, for me anyway. The Autumnal Equinox is only two days away, so I guess that explains everything, right? Not! Today I could so easily write about the political world, which seems to me to be nearly totally conceptual. I am alluding to the Jung quote that opens today’s post. See, as I progress through my life, which has been eerie since 1984, I am more and more taken aside by Jung’s work, and it feels right. Got it? Yesterday was about synchronicity, and sweetly so. But before I get to that I hafta mention one important event that determines that the arrival of Autumn has indeed occurred here in Taos, New Mexico. We don’t need no stinkin’ weatherman, or woman, to tell us, because we have a more reliable source. I knew the change had happened when I looked out the picture window at work yesterday, only to behold the magickal sight of a huge kettle of buzzards, elegantly circling over McDonald’s. “Kettle” is the accepted term for a group of buzzards in flight. And the “Donald” in McDonald’s does not refer to Trump, although it looks likely that he will be seeing symbolic political buzzards before too long. Good journey dude, and don’t trip over yer tongue, child. Get thee elsewhere. What I was getting at before the TV president distracted me is that when the buzzards in Taos gather, then head south, Autumn is here. I know I’m ready. Now, moving forward, I had two powerful synchronicities yesterday. The first was when a man came into the store, wearing a Key West t-shirt. Since the Keys were my home for 23 years I took the liberty to comment on his shirt. Turns out the guy is from Key West. We got to chatting about it and I mentioned that I graduated from high school down there. Well, what a coincidence, he did too. My high school was Coral Shores, in Tavernier. His was in Marathon. Marathon and Coral Shores are arch rivals. I remember, as a member to the CHS band, going to play at a football game between out two schools. They won that one, but the striking and memorable part of that trip was when a group of us kids were kinda hanging out on a grassy spot by the ocean, one of the kids happened to have a guitar, and he played “Wooden Ships”, by Crosby, Stills, & Nash . . .
“Wooden ships on the water very free and easy
Easy, you know the way it’s supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline let us be
Talkin’ ’bout very free and easy” ~ Crosby, Stills, & Nash
. . . the year was 1972, when the music was still fresh. Don’t give me any of that ‘oldies nostalgia’ stuff. Some music is timeless, k? Get over it. And yes, I am mildly cranky this morning, in a very playful way. I mean, who gets Spring fever in Autumn, right? But that is just me. Now . . . the other synchronicity was related to my book, Theater of Clouds. Click on the title if you want to buy a copy. Just sayin. I’m not above shameless self-promotion. Anyway . . . a guy comes into the store. I have known him casually for years, from my previous job in then the natural foods supermarket in town. He told me he had found a copy of my book among the used books at the Habitat for Humanity re:Store in El Prado, where I live. The guy bought the book and read it; said he loved it. We then got to talking about NDEs, which is the topic of my book. Turns out the guy is friends with my friend who was nearly murdered in a robbery at a convenience store where I worked for three years. He was working the same shift I used to work. I left that job because I felt threatened and worried about getting hurt or killed there. My friend was shot seven times during the robbery, the last shot being to the back of the head, execution style. He survived and is doing quite well today. For a year after that numerous people thought that it was me who had been shot. It was really eerie to see those faces turn white when they saw me. Some thought I had died. Just weird. I played a part in my friend’s initial healing journey by talking with him about my NDE, and having crossed over to the Other Side. He told me, last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, that he still gets chills each time he sees me. Yeh bro, me too. All of this happened after my awakening from a dream yesterday morning, which had a romantic undertone; as reported in yesterday’s post, here at EyeYotee. Yesterday’s theme, in this real world, was Death and Love, and it was beautiful.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.