Friday, January 12, 2018

Amazing Synchronicities

A synchronicity is a meaningful coincidence of events that are not connected, often involving a metaphysical overtone. It's a psychically conditioned relativity of time and space.

An Internet website recently had an interesting list of amazing coincidences. However, they seem more like synchronicities to me -- like a shot of destiny to wake up the soul.


On September 30, 1955, movie actor James Dean (1931–1955) was driving his Porsche 550 from Los Angeles to Salinas in northern California for a race car event.

Along the way, a car driven by a 23-year-old college student crossed into Dean's lane causing a head-on collision.

Dean was pronounced dead upon arrival at the hospital.

  • The Porsche was towed to a garage where the engine slipped out onto a mechanic, shattering both legs.

  • The engine was installed in a race car. The driver was killed in a race shortly thereafter.

  • The driveshaft was installed in another race car and that driver was killed in the same race.

  • The Porsche was later repaired and restored. The garage it was in was destroyed by fire.

  • Later, while on display in Sacramento, the car fell off it's mount and broke someone's hip.

  • The trailer the car was mounted on slipped from its tow bar and crashed through the front of a shop.

  • Finally, while resting stationary on steel supports, the car mysteriously broke into 11 pieces in 1959.


Two identical boys born in Ohio were separated at birth and adopted by different families.

  • Unknown to each other, they were each named James.

  • Both were trained in law-enforcement.

  • Each married a woman named Linda.

  • One named his son James Alan and the other named his son James Allen,

  • Both divorced and married a woman named Betty.

  • Both had a dog named Toy.

  • At age 40, they finally met for the first time.


In the 1930s, a man named Joseph Figlock was walking down a street in Detroit when a baby fell from a high window, falling onto the unsuspecting Figlock who broke its fall. Neither were hurt.

  • A year later, Joseph Figlock was walking down the same street when the same baby fell from the same window, falling onto the unsuspecting Figlock, once again, who broke its fall.

  • Neither were hurt.


In 1975, a man riding a Moped in Bermuda was struck and killed by a taxi.

  • One year later, the man's brother, riding the same Moped, was struck by the same taxi, driven by the same taxi driver, carrying the same passenger that was the passenger in the first incident.


Edgar Allen Poe wrote "The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym," a story about four survivors of a shipwreck, adrift on a lifeboat for days. Three of them killed and ate the cabin boy named Richard Parker.

  • Many years later, in 1884, the yawl Magnonette went down and there were only four survivors.

  • On open waters for many days, the three senior members of the crew killed and ate the cabin boy, whose name was Richard Parker.


King Umberto of Italy went to a small cafe in Monza, Italy, and noticed how much he resembled the cafe owner.

  • Ironically, each was born on March 14, 1844 in the same town.

  • They each married a woman named Margherita and Umberto was crowned King of Italy the same day the owner opened his cafe.

  • On July 29, 1900, the cafe owner was shot and killed.

  • While expressing his regret of this incident to a throng of people, on the very same day, King Umberto was assassinated by an anarchist in the crowd.


In 1883, Henry Ziegland broke up with his girlfriend, who subsequently committed suicide.

The girlfriend's enraged brother shot Ziegland, then turned the gun on himself and took his own life.

However, the bullet only grazed Ziegland alongside his head and lodged in a nearby tree.

  • Years later, Ziegland decided to cut down the tree where the bullet had lodged.

  • The tree was quite large so Ziegland blew it up with some dynamite.

  • The explosion dislodged the bullet from the tree and propelled the bullet into Ziegland's head, killing him.

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You can't make this sort of thing up. Well, actually you can but the amount of synchronicity in store for you if you did would be extremely heavy.

Many people believe everything happens for a reason.

What seems accidental comes from the concept of destiny, a predetermined course of events. There is no such thing as chance. These types of synchronistic events promote spiritual growth, through intuitive knowledge, giving meaning to our lives.

A synchronicity is a hint to look more deeply into your existence.

May the Force be with you.

Quote for the Day – "It all depends on how we look at things." Carl Jung

Bret Burquest is the author of 12 books. He lives in the Ozark Mountains with a couple of dogs and occasional amazing synchronicities.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

The Santa Dimension

When I was about five years old, I was excited to learn that Santa Claus was going to appear at my house early on Christmas Eve to personally hand Christmas gifts to my little brother and me. My parents explained that Santa was doing this as a special treat for us since we didn't have a chimney.

Sure enough, Santa showed up.

Although he was an hour late, according to my mother, I was thrilled to see him. I quickly rushed outside into the cold Wisconsin night but stopped several feet short. Something wasn't right. Santa was clearly wearing a mask on his face. I asked him why he was wearing a mask and he told me it was to keep warm.

Later that holiday season, I overheard a conversation between my parents whereby I learned it was my grandfather pretending to be Santa and that my mother was very upset with him for showing up late and drunk.

When my mother realized I had discovered the great Santa deception, she explained that Santa had so many houses to visit that evening that he didn't have time to make special stops and that my grandfather was just pretending to be Santa to make us happy.

Once again, being a young innocent squirt, I bought the explanation. My grandfather was always a great guy, drunk or sober, and I appreciated him for stopping by on such a cold night just to please my brother and me.

A few years later, in the second grade, I was hanging out with a couple of my buddies during recess. Usually we would shoot marbles behind a big oak tree so our teacher couldn't see us. Mrs. Henderson didn't like it when her boys would participate in games of chance, especially when marbles would change hands.

Instead of playing marbles, we got into a discussion about Santa Claus. There had been some speculation that Santa Claus didn't really exist so the three of us tried to figure it out logically.

Duncan Jones was the brains of the group, Vinny Gagliardi was ever so inquisitive, while I was more action oriented, preferring to play games of chance (marbles) rather than attempting to fathom the unfathomable.

It all started when curious Vinny came up with a series of intriguing questions.

  • How does Santa visit so many houses on a single night?

  • How can he get all those presents in his sleigh?

  • How can reindeer fly?

  • How does a hefty guy like Santa manage to slip down a chimney and get back to the roof?

  • What does Santa do when there is no chimney?

  • How does Santa know whether you were naughty or nice?

  • And so on and so on.

Duncan made some quick calculations. He figured if there were a billion houses and Santa took only a minute per house, or 60 houses per hour, it would take about 17 million hours, not counting flying time.

Then there was the flying reindeer problem. Duncan and I were fairly certain reindeer couldn't actually fly, but Vinny wasn't so sure. He had seen an elephant fly in a Disney cartoon and it looked feasible to him.

Soon a light bulb went off just above Duncan's head. Suppose there was a parallel universe. Santa could pop in and out of our reality almost instantaneously while doing most of his work in a parallel dimension. This would impose an anomaly in the continuum of time and space whereby a few seconds of our reality could be a year of Santa reality. This could also explain the reindeer problem. They don't actually fly -- there're merely transported to our reality directly onto the roof and disappear the same way. Santa makes his way into the house in the same manner.

Apparently, according to Duncan, it's simply a matter of hyper-dimensional travel between simultaneous planes of existence.

The bell rang and we had to go back inside where Mrs. Henderson made us print the alphabet all afternoon. She wanted to make sure we slanted our letters at the proper angle. Mrs. Henderson always emphasized penmanship and seating posture, but had a phobia about teaching math. Numbers greater than 20 made her nose bleed.

It's strange how so many parents are unaware of parallel dimensions. They tell their kids the most ridiculous tales to make up for their lack of knowledge about the anomalies of the continuum of time and space.

Merry Christmas y'all.

Quote for the Day – "I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked me for my autograph." Shirley Temple

Bret Burquest is the author of 12 books. He lives in the Ozark Mountains with a couple of dogs and many fond memories of Christmas Past.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Chrtstmas Stuff

The winter solstice is upon us. Time to be with friends and family, to eat, drink and be merry, to give thanks for another joyous year on Planet Earth, and to watch a lot of football.

Once upon a time, three wise men traveled from the east, following a bright star, and wound up in a stable in the little town of Bethlehem. There they presented a newly born baby with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh -- once again proving that men have no clue when it comes to purchasing Christmas presents.

Gold is a heavy metal, frankincense is a liquid fragrance used in embalming and myrrh is a pungent resin that comes from a gum tree. There is no child on this planet that yearns for stationary metal objects, delicate fragrances or pungent resins. They'd rather play with the box it came in.

If it had been three wise women instead, they would have asked for directions along the way and arrived early. Then they would have helped with the delivery, had a potluck dinner and cleaned up the stable afterwards. And the gifts would have been more practical, such as a blanket, a pair of booties and a box of Huggies.

*  *  *

The three stages of man are:

1) He believes in Santa Claus.
2) He doesn’t believe in Santa Claus.
3) He is Santa Claus.

*  *  *

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for a burglar named Dwight.

“Santa Claus is watching you,” said a voice from the corner of the room.

The burglar froze. He shined his flashlight everywhere but saw no one. Cautiously, he took another step.

“Santa Claus is watching you,” the voice said again.

Suddenly, Dwight spotted a parrot sitting on a perch in the far corner of the room.

“What’s your name?” Dwight asked the parrot.

“Santa’s Helper,” the parrot said.

“What sort of idiot would name a parrot Santa’s Helper?” asked the burglar.

“The same sort of idiot that would name a 190-pound pit bull Santa Claus,” the parrot told him.

*  *  *

Once upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met. After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding. Their life together was, of course, perfect.

One Christmas Eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car along a winding road, when they noticed someone at the side of the road in distress. Being the perfect couple, they stopped to help.

There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to disappoint any children on Christmas Eve, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle.

Soon, they were driving along delivering the toys.

Unfortunately, driving conditions deteriorated whereupon the perfect couple and Santa Claus had an accident.

Only one of them survived the accident.

QUESTION: Who was the survivor?

ANSWER: The perfect woman survived. She’s the only one who really existed in the first place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no such thing as a perfect man.
So, if there is no Santa Claus and no perfect man, the woman must have been driving. This would explain why there was an accident.

* * *

Santa Claus has a different persona in the Redneck South where he's known as Billy Bob Claus.

Santa Claus is a fat guy with a beard wearing a bright red suit -- Billy Bob Claus is a fat guy with a beard wearing camouflage.

Santa Claus says, "Ho, ho, ho." -- Billy Bob Claus hollers, "Yee haw."

Kids leave cookies and milk out for Santa Claus -- kids leave Slim Jims and a Bud out for Billy Bob Claus.

Santa Claus rides in a sleigh with bells -- Billy Bob Claus rides in a Dodge pickup with a gun rack.

Santa Claus has reindeer pulling his sleigh -- Billy Bob Claus has a deer mounted on his wall.

Santa Claus always lands on rooftops -- Billy Bob Claus sometimes lands in a ditch.

Santa Claus slides down chimneys to get inside -- Billy Bob Claus uses a crowbar.

* * *

Republicans became Republicans when they stopped believing in Santa Claus. -- Democrats became Democrats because they never stopped believing in Santa Claus.

There will be no nativity display scenes in public view in Washington D.C. this holiday season. They were unable to find three wise men and a virgin in the nation's capitol, although there were plenty of jackasses to fill the stable.

Christmas is like any other day at the office. You do all the work and some fat guy in a suit gets all the credit.

* * *

Myths die hard -- we need them to overcome the paranoia of the narrow confines of our perceived reality.

Christmas, like many other holidays, has its share of historical inaccuracies and myths.

For example, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was not one of Santa’s reindeer and didn’t live on the North Pole.

In fact, he was invented in 1939 by Robert L. May, a copywriter for Montgomery Ward department stores, as a promotional gimmick. By 1946, a total of 6 million copies of the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer booklet had been distributed to Montgomery Ward customers.

May’s brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, developed the lyrics and music for a Rudolph song which was recorded by Gene Autry in 1949. The song sold 2 million copies that year alone and went on to become the second best-selling record of all time, second only to “White Christmas.”

However, May’s original story differs from the song lyrics.

According to May, Rudolph lived in an ordinary reindeer village considerably south of the North Pole. Even though he was taunted for having a shiny red nose, his parents were not embarrassed. They brought Rudolph up in a loving home and gave him a high sense of self-esteem.

Santa delivered presents to their house one night during a thick fog. Impressed by the glow of Rudolph’s shiny red nose, Santa chose him to lead his team of reindeer to complete his rounds.

This brings to mind other Christmas myths.

MYTH #1 -- Santa Claus is a fat man in a red suit.

  • Not true.

  • He's fairly thin and usually wears boxer shorts with a tank top around the house.

  • He just dons multiple layers of clothing to keep warm in late December, when zipping around the night sky in an open sleigh.

  • Santa’s delivery outfit is bright red to protect him from trigger-happy sportsmen – he doesn’t want to be mistaken for a flock of geese.

MYTH #2 -- Santa Claus lives at the North Pole.

  • Not true.

  • He lives in Canada, halfway between Medicine Hat and Moose Jaw.

  • The North Pole is a large block of ice, populated by three polar bears and a wayward penguin.

  • Canada is a lot like the North Pole – it's cold and nobody ever goes there.

MYTH #3 – Santa has a bunch of little helpers called elves.

  • Not true.

  • They're mostly vertically-challenged (short) Swedes.

MYTH #4 -- Santa Claus climbs down chimneys to deliver his presents.

  • No longer true.

  • He once did climb down chimneys but got stuck several times in Colorado where legislation in 1969 required all chimneys to contain filters.

  • In 1970, Santa reverted to using doors and windows, but he was busted in 1972 in Hackensack, New Jersey, for breaking and entering.

  • Ever since then, Santa has used the Star Trek method of teleportation whereby his molecular structure is disassembled on the rooftop and reassembled directly in front of the Christmas tree.

  • This way he's guilty only of entering but not of breaking, usually a misdemeanor in most places.

MYTH #5 – Santa Claus likes to have some cookies and milk waiting for his arrival.

  • No longer true.

  • In 1983, he developed a gastrointestinal infection while hovering over Thailand.

  • Too much curry, causing a bad case of diarrhea, which can be quite a dilemma while flying through the air in an open sleigh.

MYTH #6 – Kids will get presents that reflect the latest craze.

  • Not true.

  • There is no latest craze.

  • Remember Cabbage Patch dolls, Teen-age Mutant Ninja Turtles and Tickle-Me Elmo? They were the latest craze for about fifteen minutes.

  • By the time the kids open presents, the latest craze will become a closet relic.

  • If you want to give your kids a gift that has some worth, give them something that will get them out of the house, like a bicycle or a chainsaw.

MYTH #7 – Santa knows who has been naughty and nice.

  • Not true.

  • That's the CIA, FBI, NSA, NWO, DEA, IRS, ATF, CFR, KGB, MI6, MJ12 and the Jehovah Witnesses who are keeping tabs on everyone.

  • Santa has enough to do without spying on you.

MYTH #8 – Santa’s reindeer are named Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen.

  • Not True.

  • Those are only nicknames to make it easier to come up with Christmas jingles.

  • Their real names are Clark Kent, Fox Mulder, Harry Potter, Joe Sixpack, Elmer Fudd, Snoop Dogg, The Donald and Cher.


Quote for the Day – "Christmas isn't a season -- it's a feeling." Edna Ferber


Bret Burquest is the author of 12 books. He lives in the Ozark Mountains with a few dogs and the Ghost of Christmas Past.