What is Synchronicity and How Does it Work?
Posted: June 5, 2021
By: Phoenix Giardino
“Well, I’ve often felt dreams are the answers to questions we haven’t yet figured out how to ask.”—Fox Mulder, X-Files, Season Four ‘Paper Hearts’
Remember the Nutty Professor I mentioned in the post, “Truth, Lies, and Things Left Unsaid: Debunking the Sixth Sense”? If you think this is a nod at Albert Einstein, I’m sorry to burst your bubble. I’m talking about Carl Jung (pronounced “Young”), the psychoanalyst. By today’s standards, he was a very interesting man—to be polite. But keep in mind, in his day psychology was as much about paranormal activity as it was about the power of the human mind. From seances to astrology, Jung turned over every proverbial leaf to explain what he coined “synchronicity”.
Defined by the good doctor as “meaningful coincidences”, synchronistic events hold profound meaning only for the person who connects the symbols and appear to have no direct cause. “Synchronicity, therefore, consists of two factors: a) An unconscious image comes into consciousness either directly, (literally) or indirectly (symbolized or suggested) in the form of a dream, idea, or premonition; b) An objective situation coincides with this content. The one is as puzzling as the other. How does the unconscious image arise, and how the coincidence?”1 But if we apply Einstein’s theory of general relativity, which boiled down, simply states our perceptions are based upon the angle we look at something. If we reposition ourselves, our understanding changes; things that were completely hidden from view in our previous position, often become crystal clear. In this case, synchronicity does have a cause, one that Jung himself suggested and couldn’t prove: the Divine Matrix.
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Remember, thoughts, emotions, feelings—our very souls—are non-physical energy. The laws of physics confirm energy can neither be created nor destroyed, only changed. When our physical bodies die, our souls are released from this earth. But where exact do disembodied souls rest, either for eternity or until their next reincarnation? From the Elysian Fields of the ancient Greeks to the Great Mysterious of the Oglala Sioux, most religions describe some belief of an afterlife. Contrary to the Christian and Muslim concepts of heaven and hell, I believe this our life force returns to the Divine Matrix.
Retaining full consciousness, these souls attune perfectly with the universe and become guides for those still in human form on this earthly plane. From their new viewpoint, the spirits, if you will, are able to see how every past, present, and future event affects our world and all of humanity. Through symbols and signs which hold deep emotional meaning for the person they are attempting to connect with, the “universe”, as I will refer to our dearly departed going forward, communicate their messages of complete knowledge to us. Their purpose is to gently nudge us to focus upon something specific--be it a person, place, or dream—with the hope of directing us toward the best decisions for the greatest good for an unlimited number of people. The more frequently we see these images repeated, the more important their message to focus; that the concept this symbol represents needs our undivided attention. Their communication guides us toward a time of significant personal growth and a higher path which will have a far-reaching positive effect on the world.
For me personally, these messages frequently take the form of vivid dreams. They are so frequent, in fact, I keep a dream journal at my office. In this notebook, I record: the day of the week, the date, and the time the dream occurred. Based upon the theme of the dream, I title each entry much the way I name the posts in this blog. Replaying the dream in my conscious mind, I extract every detail I can recall, no matter how insignificant it may seem, listing and organizing each on a separate line in the order they appeared. Once I feel I’ve exhausted my memory, I run each word of interest through an online dream dictionary (I prefer www.dreammoods.com). And I never fail to be amazed by the messages these revelries bring forth. You see, nine times out of ten, these visions are premonitions, an intuitive knowledge of a future event. The remaining occurrence generally adds depth and greater understanding of situations I’m consciously aware; the dream provides information to confirm my convictions.
For the past decade, the primary theme of my dreams centers around becoming the Phoenix, and the sacrifices required to accept this calling. Beginning while I was in college, I dreamed one night of being alone in a basement. As a wandered aimlessly through the vast halls, a beautiful bird with red and gold feathers flew past me. Intuitively, I knew it was asking me to follow it. We entered a large room that dropped a full story below us; the only way down was via a large metal slide. As the bird flew away from me, I knew I had to continue with this journey and without thinking, I plunged down the chute. As I reached terminal velocity, a speed at which I could travel no faster, I disappeared; I became the Phoenix—the sound of my mother’s ring and my engagement ring clattering on the slide the last thing I recall.
Over the course of the next ten years, every dream I remembered and written in my journal has related in same way to this concept. From finding my newborn self on a forest floor to the death of my marriage, each vision has prepared me to become “Phoenix Giardino” (“Giardino” is the Italian word for “Gardener”). By and far, perhaps the most unsettling of these premonitions was the vision where I saw myself lying in a hospital, about to give birth—my husband had a vasectomy more than a decade ago! Not only could I see my abdomen swollen with the life I was about to bring into this world, but the familiar pangs of labor contractions I hadn’t experienced in over twenty years doubled me over in excruciating pain as I slept! Standing to my left in the dream, my husband stared down at me, a look of great sadness painted upon his face. As the next contraction rose, I screamed to him, “I need the doctor! Please, I can’t stop this from happening!”
Several months later, the urge to create this blog overwhelmed me. It was if the calling to become a spiritual teacher and energic healer had taken on a life of its own while it resided in my physical body. If I didn’t “give birth” to this new concept, it would come into being with or without my consent or it would kill me in the process. Honestly, I felt like the biblical prophet Jonah swallowed by the whale when he denied God’s request to convey a message to a city who desperately needed to change their sinful ways.
Resistant to change, my husband seemed to go out of his way to interrupt every attempt I made to write my first posts. Eventually, realizing this wasn’t a passing fancy, he rather rudely asked if there was room in my “new life” for him, to which I replied, “There will always be room in my life for yours. The question is: Is there room in your life for mine? If there isn’t, I regret to inform you our marriage is no longer serving its purpose.” Mortified by my own cruel outburst, I tried desperately to reclaim those damning words. But no matter how hard I tried, not another sound came out of my mouth; I swear it was if God Himself struck me mute. Needless to say, the following hours and days were strewn with enough tears to fill Lake Michigan. But as my husband and I healed, our marriage reflected levels of mutual respect we had never previously shown one another, creating a new life for us to explore together. With every post I research and write, with every moment I share this knowledge with others, I become more peaceful. Lasting joy, not fleeting happiness, erupts with my frequently laughter.
The Phoenix was born in the ashes of the person I once was, answering the question I didn’t know how to ask: Why do I become the Phoenix?
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1 Jung, C.G., Synchronicity. Princeton University Press, Princeton, New Jersey, 1973, p.31
