The Strange Coincidences Archive

The other day my daughter came over and said she left her bike over her Aunt’s house last summer and has not been able to contact her by phone, we looked for her cell phone number but she changed it some time ago. All we could do is drive to her house and take the chance that she would be there~knowing that she is gone out alot. All of a sudden while we were planning the trip my daughter gets a text message on her cell phone from here Aunt and she wrote that she was cleaning out her garage and wanted to know how soon she could come over and pick up her bike. she replied back and said we would be right over. We laughed at how coincidental the timing was. Really Cool !!

I was reading a few stories on a Facebook synchroncity page this evening when a travel-related one caught my attention. Two women from a small town in Michigan went to Europe one summer. They knew each other, but neither knew the other was taking an overseas trip. So they ran into each other at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Surprise!

That reminded me that, from my own experiences, long-distance travel seems to generate such strange coincidences or synchronicities. We are out of our daily routines, encountering new things in new places, and whether we know it or not, we are open to opportunities for meaningful coincidence.

One summer, while in Spain, my traveling partner and I kept running into an Australian named Maurey. It seemed that wherever we went, Maurey would show up. He wasn’t particularly friendly and never seemed surprised when we bumped into him.

After three weeks in Spain, we decided to go to Morocco. We ferried to Ceita and suddenly found ourselves in a culture where we didn’t speak the language, and couldn’t read the signs. We climbed into a bus with gaudy decor among the jalaba-wearing Moroccans. Several were involved in a heated argument near us and the Arabic music was loud and screechy. The bus was hot and dusty and my head was pounding when I noticed two Western men about three rows in front of us.

I tapped my friend on the shoulder. “You’re not going to believe it. There’s Maurey.”

We called out to him. Suddenly, he seemed like a long-lost friend. Maurey and the man next to him turned. To our surprise, Maurey was seated with the only other person we knew from our hometown in Minnesota who was traveling in Europe. But Dave was supposed to be in Sweden. We had no idea he planned to visit Morocco. But there he was…and with Maurey!

That one from many years ago has always amazed me. We’ve been collecting them a blog for a few months and many are very strange. Take a look if you like:
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Rob
Rob

my name juan munoz nine letters
born 9–19-1995
it has 4 nines 9×4 = 36 3+6=9
i am the third child
sixth member in my house
live with nine people
i was born at gotley hospital
13 letters i am 13 1+3=4
4 nines

Ever since the attack on the twin towers I have seen 9/11 EVERYWHERE! Every time I look at a clock or set a timer. The weirdest one was when i looked at the clock and it flicked on to 9/11, a song by 911 cam on the radio and and that minute I got a phone call off a mate asking about 9/11 for a report he was doing. As I read this I was thinking about submitting but wasnt sure, but then on page 3 of archives I read a post by soda that was about 9/11 too. Its weird man.

Two days ago i was putting some milk back in the refrigerator that somebody left out over night. Right before i let go of the gallon i heard a commercial on tv saying “is it safe to drink milk past the expiration date?” i just laughed

My parents died in a car accident on May 11, 1979.
My boyfriend’s mom passed away exactly 20 years later.

I finally got to meet my first client’s wife twenty years after I first met my client, and we found out that she and my boyfriend share the exact birthdays, just like Billy Joel: May 9, 1949.

This past weekend, I had double booked a room at 2 different hotels. To my surprise, the rooms assigned to me were the same number 926. What does this mean? Does this mean that my Mr. Right is someone born on September 26?

i was on my way to the milkbar
walking down the road,
when i got to the milkbar i realised that i had lost my 50 dollar note.
i left and as i was walking i found five 10 dollar notes.\

nice

My elderly parents had been married for more than sixty years and died only several months apart. My mother’s funeral was first and I was chosen to select three pieces of music to be sung at the funeral service. My first choice was “Wind beneath my Wings”, to commemorate what Mom had meant to me and my siblings. After her passing, my father remained in hospital and I purchased a small head set and tape player so he could enjoy music without disturbing his room mates. My brother brought in a couple of music tapes he had found in my parent’s suite. When my father too, passed away several months later, I again was asked to select three pieces of music to be sung at my father’s service. My first selection was easy. “Unforgettable” with Nat and Natalie Cole. At a loss for the other two songs, I decided to see what my father had been listening to. Playing Dad’s tapes, I found they were old Bing Crosby songs, which was wonderful because in his younger years, my Dad himself had a great singing voice, sounding much like Bing Crosby and often sang to us kids, and at functions like his company Christmas party. When I came to “Pennies from Heaven”, on that tape, I knew it had to be sung at the funeral, as I fondly recalled my father crooning it to me when I was a young child in the 1940’s.
Strange coincidences: About a month after my father’s funeral I returned to the cemetary for my first return visit to my two parents’s gravesites. When I returned to the parking lot, and turned on my vehicle ignition, the first note of “Wind beneath my Wings” immediately came out of the radio. The very song I had chosen as a tribute to my mother. Immediately when that song finished, “Unforgettable” began to play. The very tribute I had first chosen as a tribute to my father. It was uncanny, to be sitting in the cemetary parking lot, listening to these two songs, both of which were not often heard on the radio anymore as they were past their peak of popularity for radio play. But, that was not the only odd thing which occurred. The other was that I suddenly starting finding pennies. One or two here and there and sometimes piles of them. I was picking up pennies off the ground, off the road, in the grass, off window ledges. Just everywhere. Sometimes these pennies were in singles or pairs, but very often they were in piles of up to twenty or thirty. I found not one nickle one dime or any other form of currency, but everywhere I went there were pennies. It was so over the top, that not only did I find pennies on top of my desk at work, and at least two occasions when I went to different offices to speak with co-workers they would suddenly say “hey where did all these pennies come from” and looking down, sure enough there would be a pile of pennies,,, perhaps up to ten sitting on their desks. They would then look at me with suspicion thinking I had put them there. Apart from my initial shock at all the pennies, I quickly got so I would just smile, get a warm feeling and say, “hi to you too Dad” each time I picked one up. After about a year, my husband walked into the house one day, carrying an obviously heavy brown paper grocery sack. I said “what’s that?” to which he replied “pennies”. He had found it almost filled to the brim, in the shed off our carport. Neither of us had ever seen it before and had no idea of where it could have come from. We wondered if this big extravance of pennies might be Dad’s final goodbye and it seems that it was. I have since that year, for sure found an odd few pennies,, perhaps an odd dime, nickel or quarter, but nothing like that year that “rained the pennies from heaven” .

Me and some friends are standing around talking in their yard and guy hits a baseball out of a backyard 5 houses down from us and it goes directly into my friend’s pocket.