I’m watching Fringe (barely paying attention because Anna Torv possessed by Leonard Nimoy is hard to digest for me) when she says, “Destiny. Fate. Jung called it synchronicity, the interconnectedness of apparently unrelated events…”
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synchronicity
Jung called it synchronicity, too? This blog is basically me logging and obsessing over synchronicities.
Plus my obsession with astrology and archetypes and its importance to understanding psychology, human development and actualization. In my stumblings, when I found that Jung explored the same, it helped me validate it. I’ve always felt a kinship to him. He was into spiritualism, where different beliefs and perspectives converged. The development of each individuals potential, perspective.
I never knew he called what I called synchronicities. But when I heard this tonight, it jolted me. Maybe I was Jung in a past life, I thought. And then I remember once, I had a very vivid dream…I was a man in 1800’s Europe (Austria, I thought) whose father was more working class, narrow-minded and didn’t get me, but I was an intellectual, though people did not accept my thoughts. I grew old and fainted one day walking up a slight incline of a cobblestoned road and basically my life ended. Faded away.
I looked him up and he died in a Swiss village called Kussnacht. I looked it up and got to this page:
Cobblestone. Most of the population speaks German. I have an affinity to Germany. The landscape. The green. I call it heimat. Motherland.
Wtf.