Charlie sat flabbergasted in the wind. His brain swirled in water. Hot water.
As Agent Cooper said, ‘Pay dirt.’
The Death of a Woman. The Mind doesn’t want to forget…
Scene: Unique American Grocery Store #506 in Saugus, Massachusetts. July 8, 2012. Sunny, hot summer Sunday. 07-08-12 @ 06:02 pm- Customers’ total is $111.10. Charlie shows the Customer the four consecutive ones and mentions 11:11. ‘My birthday is 11-11,’ She replies.
‘Whaaaaat? Your birthday is November 11?’ asks Charlie, his brain blown visibly and metaphorically out of his ears, nose and eyes.
Then the next Customer in line, a lady in blue, tells them her best friend’s birthday is also 11-11.
More brain blown out.
My father was born on 11-22-63. I was born on 5-29-76.
13… This is SO surreal. This is unreal, even as it is real.
What’s going on?
You’re blowing my mind, MAN
‘Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous,’ said Einstein.
These synchronicities are happening with ever greater frequency folks. Or I am noticing them with ever-increasing frequency.
The act of observation creates reality.
We are the Dreamers. WE ARE THE REALITY EATERS
Christian Shepherd and Anna Lucia in the car outside the bar in Austrailia…
We are Now Here and We are Nowhere.
Welcome to the Island.
You are in the Dharma Initiative.
You were brought Here.
To the Land of Enchantment.