Uh oh, I fear the path ahead.

So, I sit thinking about the things we see, and what we do about them. A painting on the wall, not yours, in a different place, different town. Who is it by? What do you think?

I think it is a blend of MC Escher and Salvador Dali. Oddly disturbing, mysterious, and beautiful.

That has an impact on how I feel, and the emotions that are just under the surface. Whatever happens next, whatever words are said, have to go first through this protective filter. Sight is powerful.

If we see something out of normal, a flaky patch of skin, a change in color, a lump of tissue. Between sight and touch, the experience can send you down path, close to the future abyss. Which is probably more like leaving the room than falling in a crevasse.

My thoughts turn to various moments of the totally natural event that didn’t happen, but should have. A truck crashing through a barricade on the road above me, 8×8 timbers exploding in either direction, so close as to sweep behind, and in front of me, leaving me standing safely, while the truck lands inches in front, bouncing from a 12 foot drop. Whew!

Or some years later, I’m on a small 20 foot sailboat, sailing alone, trying to let down the jib. I decide to go downwind, let the mainsail out fully, tie off the rudder, release the jib sheets, walk forward carefully to manually pull down the jib.

I was successful, I walk back safely, jump into the cockpit, bend forward a little, and my tight fitting beret fell off my head, I bend forward at my knees to pick the hat up, and suddenly the wind shifts and there is a hard gybe. The boom sweeps the boat moving from starboard to port with such violence as to nearly snap the mast.

Needless to say I should have been standing, I should have been hit in the chest, or beheaded. I should have been launched breathless into Richardson’s Bay, taking my first breath six feet under water.

For the non-sailor readers, a soft gybe is harmless in windless conditions. A hard gybe is still safe in steady winds from aft, but you have to bring the boom nearly to the center line of the boat, lock the sheet, and do not over steer the rudder, or you will knock the boat down.

Having the boom way out to the side, is like a professional baseball batter swinging for the bleachers. It gets real tricky when the wind shifts and your rudder is tied down. Somehow the boom didn’t hit me, and I got control of the rudder.

Accidents happen, sometimes we survive, sometimes we don’t. The curiosity is when synchronicity is taking place at the same time.

And here is the issue I am thinking today. If I have even the slightest issue of not understanding the meanings of past synchronicities, when they were monumentally obvious… what chance do I have in seeing and understanding the subtle future events?

Watching for them diligently is probably the first step, denying the possibility of coincidence is the second step, and maybe just asking for guidance is the third step.

Be ever alert, ask for help in your unbelief!