I have often written of synchronicity, as it is the tip of the iceberg of fate that demonstrably affects us all. In what could be an essay, my son reminded me of a synchronicity series that I had forgotten, most likely because it started with some very negative stuff, although most synchronized events are forgotten anyway as they don't fit into our normal relational pattern of thought.
My son began with the police. In a complex story, it happened that a friend's ex-con step brother called the police on the friend for robbing him of video games and an x-box. The friend says he didn't do it, but it really doesn't matter - most of the games and the x-box itself were the friend's property until the friend had a fight with his brother and left the apartment, whereby his stuff was assumed by the brother. Yes, complicated and silly, which is what I told my worried son; the police will push it aside as an in-family spat and a nuisance because of the anonymity of the missing property, its low value, and especially because of the personal nature of the actions taken. This is the kind of headache that only Judge Judy would welcome to boost her daytime ratings. However, it did remind me of the one time that I made a nuisance visit to the police, something that I am not proud of, but something that had profound consequences for our future lives.
I am also not ashamed of it, either. It involved a dog fight, and a distant neighbor who claimed that it was my beagles, not his Labrador, who were the aggressors, ridiculous on its face, but I am not here to try my case. Rather, I had thought nothing of it and had driven off, all the dogs involved being off leashes in the woods, but this neighbor (his 21 year old son, actually) followed me to my house and began making threats - either pay a large sum for some vet bills (again, laughable on its face, but who knows?) or else! He continued with his threats for a few weeks, my argument being that his dog had been the aggressor - and anyway, he was coming to my home making physical threats at my doorstep! However right or wrong, I went to the police before violence started and had them give him a call. The direct threats stopped, but a "for sale" sign appeared mysteriously by the mailbox a few days later.
My son had just been born and this was an extremely anxious time for us. About 8 months later, I noticed a derelict house for sale that happened to have a large acreage in an extremely rural area to the north - just what I like - and in spite of the new child and partly because of the hostility of the neighbor, I decided to go for it. My wife, for some odd reason, agreed, and for the next 2 and a half years I spent a life of sweat and anxiety rebuilding a very flawed house and out-building. After that time, my wife's company had her move, and the property had to be put up for sale. The first real estate agent gave us a low price, one that would barely recoup the money put into it, and when I balked, said smugly, "That's all right. They all come back to me sooner or later." Our next agent gave us a much higher starting price, in hope, and put out a sign at the bottom of the driveway, where the house itself was hidden by the trees. A day later, a man and his wife drove up, having seen the sign. I showed him the place and gave him honest answers to the problems. He was a builder, however, and knew right off, anyway. A week later, we got the much higher price that we had wanted, with a satisfied buyer. Selling a house had never been easier.
Because of the profit made, we were able to buy our current house - one that is small but has a large acreage. Within a few years, something rare happened, especially for those who live in the country. Along our road, we became good friends with our neighbors, all who happened to be in our age range, and they cemented friendships among themselves. It has been a surprising and unexpected bonus of our move, one that I had vehemently resisted at first.
And so a bunch of negatives led us quickly in a direction we did not want or did not expect, and ended with increased wealth and friendship. It was as if the darkness and struggle had to come before the path was found - and once it was found, things went slicker than grass through a goose. And such it is that the I Ching says, "(influences) are in harmony, so that all living things bloom and prosper. - T'ai, or "Peace." This is followed eventually by the negative oracle, "Standstill," which then runs through its cycle again before reaching the positive. It is said that the worst of low cycles can be avoided by proper behavior - did I do right by contacting the police? But certainly, somehow we got in tune with the positive when it was time, for the path was paved, whether it was initially wanted or not. Synchronicity pointed the way - as it is meant to do, both in good times and bad. It happens in all our lives, and we all can see it if we look. How this happens will forever be a point of discussion here. FK
My son began with the police. In a complex story, it happened that a friend's ex-con step brother called the police on the friend for robbing him of video games and an x-box. The friend says he didn't do it, but it really doesn't matter - most of the games and the x-box itself were the friend's property until the friend had a fight with his brother and left the apartment, whereby his stuff was assumed by the brother. Yes, complicated and silly, which is what I told my worried son; the police will push it aside as an in-family spat and a nuisance because of the anonymity of the missing property, its low value, and especially because of the personal nature of the actions taken. This is the kind of headache that only Judge Judy would welcome to boost her daytime ratings. However, it did remind me of the one time that I made a nuisance visit to the police, something that I am not proud of, but something that had profound consequences for our future lives.
I am also not ashamed of it, either. It involved a dog fight, and a distant neighbor who claimed that it was my beagles, not his Labrador, who were the aggressors, ridiculous on its face, but I am not here to try my case. Rather, I had thought nothing of it and had driven off, all the dogs involved being off leashes in the woods, but this neighbor (his 21 year old son, actually) followed me to my house and began making threats - either pay a large sum for some vet bills (again, laughable on its face, but who knows?) or else! He continued with his threats for a few weeks, my argument being that his dog had been the aggressor - and anyway, he was coming to my home making physical threats at my doorstep! However right or wrong, I went to the police before violence started and had them give him a call. The direct threats stopped, but a "for sale" sign appeared mysteriously by the mailbox a few days later.
My son had just been born and this was an extremely anxious time for us. About 8 months later, I noticed a derelict house for sale that happened to have a large acreage in an extremely rural area to the north - just what I like - and in spite of the new child and partly because of the hostility of the neighbor, I decided to go for it. My wife, for some odd reason, agreed, and for the next 2 and a half years I spent a life of sweat and anxiety rebuilding a very flawed house and out-building. After that time, my wife's company had her move, and the property had to be put up for sale. The first real estate agent gave us a low price, one that would barely recoup the money put into it, and when I balked, said smugly, "That's all right. They all come back to me sooner or later." Our next agent gave us a much higher starting price, in hope, and put out a sign at the bottom of the driveway, where the house itself was hidden by the trees. A day later, a man and his wife drove up, having seen the sign. I showed him the place and gave him honest answers to the problems. He was a builder, however, and knew right off, anyway. A week later, we got the much higher price that we had wanted, with a satisfied buyer. Selling a house had never been easier.
Because of the profit made, we were able to buy our current house - one that is small but has a large acreage. Within a few years, something rare happened, especially for those who live in the country. Along our road, we became good friends with our neighbors, all who happened to be in our age range, and they cemented friendships among themselves. It has been a surprising and unexpected bonus of our move, one that I had vehemently resisted at first.
And so a bunch of negatives led us quickly in a direction we did not want or did not expect, and ended with increased wealth and friendship. It was as if the darkness and struggle had to come before the path was found - and once it was found, things went slicker than grass through a goose. And such it is that the I Ching says, "(influences) are in harmony, so that all living things bloom and prosper. - T'ai, or "Peace." This is followed eventually by the negative oracle, "Standstill," which then runs through its cycle again before reaching the positive. It is said that the worst of low cycles can be avoided by proper behavior - did I do right by contacting the police? But certainly, somehow we got in tune with the positive when it was time, for the path was paved, whether it was initially wanted or not. Synchronicity pointed the way - as it is meant to do, both in good times and bad. It happens in all our lives, and we all can see it if we look. How this happens will forever be a point of discussion here. FK
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