The Strange Coincidences Archive

This is weird, my husband got into some trouble and decided to flee, i finally convinced him not to and turn himself in. He was going to hide out at a lakehouse owned by a wealthy rancher. We’ll call him H.R. Wellington. Anyway, he turned himself in and was put in front of the grand jury. Well one of the jurors was H.R. Wellington. And he happened to know my husband’s boss. So thanks to him, he did not get acquitted. But it was weird that he was going to hide out at this guy’s house and this guy happend to save his butt.

My grandfather was born in the early 1900’s in Tasmania and died in about 1939 in Johannesburg, South Africa. The serial number on his birth certificate is 5 digits long (I can’t remember the numbers offhand but they add up to 13). This was issued in Tasmania. He is buried in the Brixton Cemetry in Johannesburg and his grave plot number is the exact same number as his birth certificate. He came into this world with that number and left with it. Also, my parents names are Reg and Ann and my wife’s parents names are also Reg and Anne.

July,2005. I had arrived in the town of Lincolnton, NC.a small town where I had friends, soon after my husband died. It was a dismal, rainy day on the 22nd, my house was empty, and my TV and most of my furniture hadn’t arrived as I expected, so I drove into town looking for something to do. Across from the town square courthouse was an old bookstore I remembered from a previous visit. It was still the same, stacked almost to the ceiling with old dusty books,and I wanted to explore for something interesting to read but the weather was getting worse and I had left my dog, Sammy in the car. Sammy hates thunder, so I hurried and took the first book off of a pile of Reader’s Digest books that offered a selection of stories. When I got home I turned to a story called “The Bend in the Road” and began to read. The main plot was about a man who was driving home from a party around twilight and saw a young lady walking down the side of the road and was about to hit her when she suddenly turned and stepped out of the way of his car, only to be frightened by a barking dog who jumped out at her and sent her back into the lane at the very moment the driver reached her, hit her and killed her. Two days later I met a neighbor who lived at the bend of my road.She introduced herself and as we talked mentioned that her grandson once lived with her, but two years ago he was walking on the side of the street almost home when a car behind him seemed it would hit him it was going so fast. He turned to get out of the path of the car when a barking dog jumped from a bush,and frightened him back into the path of the car. The driver hit him and killed him. When I got home I checked the copyright date of the story. It was 1964.

These are coincidences about myself and the British singer, Cliff Richard – I have around 28 of them, discovered over the years, and I get freaked out each time I discover a new one.

The strange thing is when I first saw him on TV in 1970, I had the thought – “He’s the same as me! I have to find out about this man, and where he was born, because it’s really important to me!”
This was just a knee-jerk reaction – I had never seen him before, or had any thoughts about him. I also thought, “When I do find out about him, everything’s going to be the same!”

Here’s the list: -

Cliff’s mother’s name is Dorothy, so was mine.
His mother’s initials are ‘D.M.’ for Dorothy Marie
My mother’s initials were ‘D.M.’ – for Dorothy May
Slightly different – however, he also had an aunt by the name of ‘Dorothy May’.
His father was born under the sign of Capricorn, so was mine,
birthday’s next day to each other.
His parents met because his father came to visit his sister
My parents met because my father came to visit his sister.
Cliff had a baby brother who died in his first year, so he never really knew him.
I also had a baby brother who died in his first year, and I did n’t know mine either.
Cliff’s Mum was from an army background, so was mine.
Cliff had an Aunt Marjorie, I had an Aunt Margery – same name though different spelling.
Cliff’s paternal grandfather was called Frederick, so was mine
Cliff had a Welsh great-grandmother, so did I.
Cliff lived with a friend called Bill
I also lived with someone called Bill

There are also numerology coincidences – which I also ‘knew’ would be there before I added the numbers up;-

The town Cliff was born in was LUCKNOW in India. The town I was born in was CHATHAM, Kent, England.

If you add the numbers up in CHATHAM and LUCKNOW, in numerology they both add up to a ‘9’. There are also 7 letters in each, 2 syllables, 2 vowels and 5 consonants each.

One was a naval town and one was an army station town.

When I add up every line of the address where I was born, and every line of the address where he was born, the end result is the same.

My birthdate and Cliff’s birthdate both add to a number 2

His original name and my original name also have the same numbers.

There are more coincidences, but I could go on all day!

If anyone is interested, or has similar coincidences, please contact me.

None of these coincidences are of any consequence by themselves, but the sheer number of them is odd. It’s also odd because of the way I found them. Something told me where to find the numbers, though the rest was found from a book in the library. When I got this book out of the library the thought came to me: ‘I’m going to get another shock when I open this book.’ When I opened the book, there was a picture of his ancestors circa. 1900. I recognised the people in the picture, and tears came into my eyes, it gave me such a jolt.

Don’t know what any of this mean’s but I believe I know this man from a past life!

Of the last 5 major airline disasters in the United States, 4 of the doomed flights originated from the same airport, JFK. And that isn’t all they had in common. They were all international flights (when most flights are domestic, obviously). They were all eastbound flights (all to be over water, American Airlines Flight 287 crashed on Long Island, seconds before being out over the water).

The DC sniper attacks spanned the same window of time that the US Congress considered the granting of war powers to the President. Paul Wellstone was the most vocal critic of the administrations request for war powers, and a week later he was killed in a plane crash.

At the precise moment of the March 7th, 2005 subway bombings in London, a security company was conducting drills in the subway system which simulated precisely such an attack.

My brother just got a used 89 whit t bird hes has it for 3 monthes or so. Then he was walkin in Wal-Mart and he looked on the floor and thier was a picture of an wreked 89 t bird!!!

When I was of the apropriate age not to be totally freaked out my dad told me all about a car he’d owned before i was born.

70’s Ford Escort, nothing of note but my dad being the man he is drove it like a race car. By the time he was ready to sell it on it had had a lot of work done, aside from anything else every peice of panel work had been repaired or replaced except the roof.

The car was sold and nothing more thought about it until, my dad was reading the local paper and spotted a story adout a young local man killed in a road accident. My dad read on to discover the victim was the new owner of my dad’s Ford. The driver had lost control, the car rolled onto it’s roof and the driver was killed.

I believe coincidences do sometimes happen as a warning and this one was not missed by my dad.

My daughter was sitting at the computer reading something and came to word “Jackie” she turned the television on and the first word that she heard was “Jackie”....

The next day I was in the shower thinking about making a career move. I was thinking about a career I was considering and wondering in my head how I would obtain credentials for this particular career and when I got out of the shower I checked my phone messages and there was a recorded message from a company that offers training in that particular career. Very weird.