What does it mean?


You've been thinking about somone. Somone you haven't heard from in weeks, months or even years, and within a short period of time you receive some kind of communication from them. Twice I received letters from a woman I had worked with years before within a day of thinking about her for the first time in a long period of time. The second instance I even stopped in front of the mailbox and had the idea that there was going to be a letter from her because it had already happened once and sure enough, there was a letter in the box. My question is obvious. What is this phenomenon that boils down to a "Strange Case Of Uncanny Timing"?

Is it God? Is it the Universe? Entanglement? Are our brains Quantum computers? Is it the "Law of Attraction"?, or is it all nothing more than a coincidence? Carl Jung called it synchronicity and it happens all the time. Does it happen to you? It happens to me and I find myself wondering "What does it mean?". Decide for yourself as you follow my diary of another "Strange Case Of Uncanny Timing", also known as a S.C.O.U.T!

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Read contribution - The empty grave and the waiting wife

Background – Maureen (our honorary contributing editor!!!) wrote:  Scott’s mom died four years ago this Saturday and it reminded me of a S.C.O.U.T. that occurred at her funeral.  We were at the cemetery and the burial service had ended so we were wandering around looking at headstones.  There are many people from my hometown buried there so it was interesting to see familiar names.  I came across a pair of gravestones with the names Reverend Schultheis and his wife Mary Schultheis.  At first I was taken aback as I didn’t know that Reverend Shultheis had passed.  Then I noticed that the dates under his name were not complete.  His wife had her birth year and death year, but the Reverend’s headstone only had a birth year.  I realized that this was just his plan to be buried next to his wife, but that he must not have passed away yet.
S.C.O.U.T. - A few days later I was reading our local hometown paper and, as always, I browse the obituaries to see if we lost anyone we knew, or their parents (it’s a small town thing!).  In the paper Reverend Shultheis was listed in the obituaries…. He had died the day we buried Scott’s Mom, and the day I was at the cemetery looking at his grave!  The only personal connection I have with him is that I went to school with his kids, but this was spooky to say the least!
Funeral S.C.O.U.T.s.... they always give me the chills.

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