You dream of an owl and the next morning one swoops by your windshield. You are feeling grateful for a friend’s support when the song, “You’ve got a friend” comes on the radio. You finally quit an unhappy job and are offered a great opportunity the same afternoon.
Not only are spirit and matter connected but they are, as Carl Jung puts it, “two different aspects of one and the same thing.”
All of us have experienced synchronicity, (especially frequent among active dreamers,) and while we may not agree on why these ‘waking dreams’ occur, we unanimously feel our ‘clock and calendar constructs’ collapsing, and are saturated with a sense of meaningfulness.
As many aboriginal cultures view it, time is more circular in pattern, not like the Western linear comprehension of time, (past-present-future), but flexible to the individual at the centre of that`time-circle.’ This is why we can heal our past as if it hasn’t happened yet. It is also why, with enough faith, we can dream things into being.
In a giant leap of faith, my partner and I pulled up our roots in search of a new home. It is our dream to live in a thriving and activated community that is in alignment with our own values. We never expected that our journey would be as long as it has been, filled with phenomenal support and equally phenomenal roadblocks.
After three months of not-knowing and the constant changing of accommodations, we were exhausted. I asked my friend, an Intuitive, for some advice and she laughed and said, “Do not lose the faith. Sometimes we are being tested. Give thanks.”
The next day, packing up our things to move one more time, I found this stone in the bottom of our food basket.
Feeling uprooted and skeptical by the length of our search, I wasn’t entirely convinced it was a synchronicity. Still, I kept the mysterious stone in a prominent place while we made yet another transition.
Two days after arriving at our next location, my partner and I went exploring down a path into a nearby forest. A few minutes later, we came upon a magical gate surrounded by trees. The sign on the gate said “Public Sculpture Garden,” so without hesitation we went in, only to find the very first installation was a giant boulder, suspended invisibly from a tall cedar branch. It was quite a sight, all that weight strangely suspended like that. I crouched down to read the name card…”Faith.”
The next installation, just in case I needed some contrast, was “Lack of Faith.”
With my synchronicity now in triplicate, I became convinced. Though I am still suspended in the land not-knowing, now I draw upon these healing images and remember that I am in a conversation with the Dreamtime. It reminds me in beautiful and unexpected ways to keep the faith, which is to say, remain unswervingly loyal to my intentions.
Like blood to veins, our (waking and sleeping) dreams give our lives the substance they need to feel vital. When synchronicity strikes, our lives seem not random and chaotic, but purposeful. We are given a brief, rapturous glimpse into an awareness that everything is connected and the Source is at the center of each of us waiting to be tapped.