Reflections on synchronicity

On Wednesday night, I went to a bar to meet a friend of mine. I didn't feel comfortable in the bar, and my friend had a grasping, male hunting, almost aggressive energy which I didn't enjoy. A plate of food was almost spilt in front of us. Soon after, two people next to me, in a strange accident, spilt their beer on me and broke a bottle on the floor. I met another friend shortly after and chatted to her for a while. Standing next to her in another spot, another drink was spilt on me. It wasn't a rowdy night, it was two unusual incidents. I went home soon after as I didn't feel comfortable.

I wonder, can I take on the Karma of another and that manifest in the field around? I slept with a woman on Friday night. She has a strong spirit, yet is also dogged by an inner conflict. This was the second time we slept together; the first time was a beautiful, intimate experience, which created some inner shifts within me. This time she had been drinking, was angry with a friend of hers, and carried the anger into the room with me. She was still angry when we made love. I couldn't get an inch of sleep that night. She neither, and as we were both restless, she felt it better that she return to her house around dawn. As she was getting ready to leave, I kicked over a glass of water in my room, spilling it on the floor.

She left and I finally got some sleep. Later that day, I went to the gym, and on return, found that I had forgotten my keys in the apartment. I never forget my keys, and so I sat, waiting for my housemate to return, wondering how I was locking myself out of my inner chamber. This was an apt reflection, as I have been engaging in more hedonistic, self-serving pleasure and less noble pursuits such as my bodhisattva vow.

That night, I met a new friend, and one of the topics of the night was surrender. We had a great dinner and good chat, yet afterwards, I was a little tired. This morning, I awoke feeling tired and not well rested. I just couldn't seem to get going. I drew a tarot card for the day, and the theme was ‘Control'. I have never once been late for my teaching job. This morning, though, I knocked my protein drink over which required a fair amount of time to clean up the mess. I had to wait to use the bathroom. The trip to work has never taken more than 40 minutes, and I use the underground metro system, and require two changes. The worst possible option of train catching occurred. I missed the first tube by 20 seconds and had to wait six minutes. I missed the next tube by about 30 seconds and had to wait 8 minutes. I missed the final tube by 15 seconds and had to wait 3 minutes. I could feel the frustration rising, and just allowed it to be there, working with the inner voice of control, and didn't push away or indulge in the frustration, waiting for it to self-liberate. I finally arrived at work 5 minutes late for my class. There was nothing eventful at work. Yet, on the way home, buying some groceries, I picked up an egg carton and it was open, and two eggs fell out, smashing. I called the assistant to clean them up.

It just struck me as strange, things spilling, falling, breaking. There were 5 spillages on me or around me or from me in the last five days. This rarely happens to me, and I wonder how I am perhaps spilling emotional energy (symbolized by the fluid and the water) and by wasting that emotional energy on the wrong pursuits, I am destroying my creative potential (smashing the eggs). By focusing on the external world too much, I lose the key to my inner world, which is the real source of my joy, my creativity, and my nourishment. This seems to make sense in terms of my current behavior, as I have been having a lot of fun in my last month in Asia.

So today, I was having creative thoughts. Tonight I feel a return to writing, to creating things, to putting them together,  to prayer, to inner contemplation and a surrender to the divine once again.