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Holiday Shifts
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada

Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but my 'stray thoughts' are manifesting a LOT lately. A couple of days ago I ran out of $2 coins at the office. And I thought, "gee, I need to go to the bank and get more coins." The next customer at the counter, a few minutes later, pays part of their bill with nine $2 coins. Coincidence? Not! Last night at the grocery store I was in the happy mood, Christmas shopping, and went to look for Harvti Cheese with Caraway for someone on my list. The store has a dozen different types of Havarti, all color-coded labels, ranging from light orange to green. The Caraway flavor has the darkest color - a deep purple. I dug through all three rows of packages, looking for it, and couldn't find it. Then I happened to remember something else I wanted to buy the next day, and made a quick note of it, and when I looked back down at the cheese, there were TWO packs of Caraway Havarti right on top/front. Shall I bother to say "There's no way I could have missed them?" I can't wait to see what other wonderful things manifest!

Viewing The Future
Colorado Springs, Colorado

A few months ago I posted on the Reality Shift list, I saw on TV the retirement of the Air Force football coach. To my surprise, I then kept seeing his face pop up on TV as the current football coach. I discussed it with my husband and he said we had never watched together his resignation. How could this be? We saw it together for more than a week which is why I remember since I am not a football fan. That was three years ago. Guess what? Last Thursday, December 14, 2006, his resignation was all over the news. I told my husband how could it be that I knew about this and watched it. He says he does not even remember discussing it.

Meeting the Guy I Wanted to Meet

Something happened that was quite remarkable. I know this guy who I wanted to be friends with, but I had no way of getting in touch with him. Five days ago I decided that I wanted to meet him. I put his picture in my presentation and watched it for a few days. Two nights ago I stayed up all night working. I went for a walk at 2am - got coffee at 3... something I never ever do. All I can say is that I was inspired to do so. Then, I decided to go out for breakfast with my father. Again, something I don't do very often... and wouldn't have happened if I hadn't stayed up all night. When we got to the local A&W and were at the counter ordering, there was only one employee working, and she was at the drive-through window, taking someone's order. When she left to go get his food, I saw that in that car was the guy I wanted to MEET. He was there for a little while waiting for his food - we saw each other - and I was just amazed that he was there in front of me. We didn't get the opportunity to speak yet - but it's one step closer. It was very strange how it all came together. The more I apply this stuff to my life, the more I'm amazed with the results. If you haven't seen something show up in your life yet - don't get discouraged. Just be faithful that it will appear and don't get attached to the outcome. Cheers to you!


Crawlspace Discovery
Max Action
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On January 30th, 2006, I was suddenly compelled to explore the hidden crawlspace under my back stairs. Now, I'm "Max Action - Urban Explorer" - a huge part of my life and self has been built up around my passion for exploring caves, tunnels, rooftops, basements - spaces between, spaces forgotten, spaces forbidden. And, of course, I LOVE crawlspaces. They're definitive Spaces Between - hidden away out of sight and mind - voids where people put things to be kept yet forgotten forever - a shadowy Sheol where "the dead know nothing; they have no further reward, and even the memory of them is forgotten." And my particular crawlspace has great potential, in part because my weird little house is pretty old - built in 1912. And this is one of the Weird Things involved in this tale - in eight years of living in the house, years spent exploring every dark and hidden nook and cranny I could find in the Twin Cities area - I had never, ever been into the crawlspace in my own house. But now, suddenly, it was time to check it out. I discovered a buried teapot - ancient-looking, aluminum, covered in white corrosion, missing its handle, powdered grime pouring from the spout. Just an old teapot - just another piece of junk that someone long ago had abandoned in the crawlspace. But looking at it my mind boggled. 'So this is what it's like to have your mind blown,' I thought. For one week before I first explored my crawlspace, I took a trip to Unique Thrift store with some friends, trolling for cool junk. I was bemused to find myself struggling to justify why I felt so compelled to buy one specific item - to myself and to my friends ... who found my efforts amusingly incomprehensible. "I don't know - there's just something satisfying about it - I like the materials, the construction maybe - the connotations are somehow pleasant to me. I don't know. I just feel like I want this in my house." So I put it back in the cart with the other "keeper" items, saying, "Well, I don't drink tea very often now, but maybe I'll start." Yes, the object I'd decided to buy was a teapot. It had grabbed my eye and sucked me in from halfway across the store, up on the high top shelf. I'd been strongly drawn to it ... even though I don't usually wander into the housewares section ar all, and have never considered myself to be the kind of person who owns - let alone buys - a teapot. Trying to figure out why this teapot had demanded I buy it, I brewed some instant teabags in it. The tea wasn't bad, but it wasn't anything special, either. Over the next few days, I was not surprised (but was somewhat disappointed) when nothing really came of the purchase. Within a week it was sitting in the kitchen, already almost forgotten. Around this time, I bought my house - and that night, I decided to explore the crawlspace for the first time. You remember this part - I found a buried teapot in there - long forgotten in the darkness. You probably also remember that it blew my mind. And here's why - the teapot I'd just found buried under my house was identical to the teapot that I'd brought home from the store a few days earlier. Same design. Same size. Same materials. Same hinges. Same spout. The same teapot. It had been literally buried under my house the entire time I'd lived here. Today, the two teapots sit together in my living room, where I see them every day - their spouts arced together over a green pebble from Point Reyes, like some kind of altar to synchronicity. Synchronicity most simply, the belief that some coincidences are not mere coincidences. That some coincidences are meaningful. I believe that this was one of them. It's hard to explain why, since I don't find evidence for any given theory in this synchronicity ... I don't believe it reveals the actions of gods or ghosts any more than I believe that it can be written off as a random coincidence. Imagine waking up from a dream to find that you had brought something back with you - clenched in both hands as real as anything, from someplace that isn't supposed to be real. Although you might never be able to guess how it happened or why, it would still change you. I don't pretend to know how these teapots happened, or why they happened. I only know this: They did happen. Teapots happen. And that's why I'm glad I have them - To remind me.

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