We have probably all experienced synchronicity at some point in our lives. You will hear a new word, and suddenly find it used much more commonly than you'd expect. That's the most common example I hear of.
Jung defined a synchronicity as a co-incidence that seems too unlikely or relevant to be random or unrelated.
The last stark synchronicity I ran into occured a little over a year ago. My grandpa (who I lived with since my grandma died) had become to sick to get out of bed. This was not normal, but I was not all that concerned. In the week before he went to the hospital where he was pronounced good-as-dead and sent home, I noticed a few buzzards (large carrion-eaters common to the midwest) in the giant sycamore tree outside my bedroom window. I had never seen one there before, let alone four.
As the days of that week passed, their numbers increased, and soon there were over twenty buzzards in that sycamore. When my grandpa went to the hospital, they left, and I never saw a buzzard in that tree again.
This might sound like too much of a stretch to consider this co-incidence as anything more than just that. However, that tree had some significance to me since very early childhood. There was one major limb of the tree, jutting far out over the back yard. This limb was dead (due to a lightning strike, according to my grandpa) and had been that way for more than twenty years. Because of this, I always had a strange feeling of danger when near that tree, because my grandpa had vigilantly warned my brothers and I to stay far away from that side of the yard, lest that branch break and kill someone (he was a disastrous thinker). The buzzards never rested ain another tree; just that huge sycamore with the dead branch, hanging over the yard like the guillotine of some senseless devil.
After my grandpa died, I knew why the buzzards had been there. I even knew the reason for their visit before he went to the hospital, but my rational mind would not admit to it.
Recently, I've been disturbed by similar thoughts. For the last three years (or more), I notice street lights blinking out when I pass under them. Sometimes they extinguish when my car goes beneath them, but often they shut off when I am approaching them, and occasionally after I have passed them. This happens on either side of the street. I have found that a couple specific lights are prone to blinking on and off at random, so I discount those. Yet, I can count on seeing at least one light go out every time I drive through town at night.
My rationality wants me to convince myself that I am just prone to noticing when a street light goes out. But, at the same time, I really doubt that this is the case.
What are some synchronicities that you've experienced? Did you ever unravel their mysteries before it was too late?