Memories and Musings of a Post-Postmodern Nomadic Mystic Madman by Jeffrey Charles Archer

Author:Jeffrey Charles Archer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: road trip, hinduism, shiva, romance advenure, parvati, spirituality nature, mystical adventure, spirituality astral travel dreams the after life dimensions, bigfoot encounter
Publisher: Jeffrey Charles Archer

I later discovered that the name “Leslie” means “garden of hollies” or “garden by a lake” according to a catalog delineating the meanings and origins of alphabetized appellations. This definition obviously described the place she lived and worked, as a picturesque lake resides in the middle of the property, though I can’t say I saw any holly bushes. Holly, as mentioned, is my former wife’s name. Now indeed, what might a man suppose of such synchronicities and coincidences?

A number of possibilities seem to exist, various modes and means to interpret obvious signs to reckon relationships of souls in these obviously interwoven experiences, names, denotations, people, times and places. Perhaps definitions somehow reform to meet expectations or imaginings, manifest alterations of reality slipped in while I wasn’t looking—truly revisionist history. This could be a sort of if “a tree falls” type question: have my own associations created these so-called synchronicities retroactively? Is it that someone with some degree of powers of illusion (AvaraNazakti) has been paying o’er much attention to my thoughts manifest and life-happenings? thus perhaps attempting to prescribe or proscribe my path, to plant “clues” and obviously contrived obstacles and to arrange so called chance meetings and other such evidences of extraordinary measures made however transparent, and sometimes quite succinctly presented to my thoughts and manifest in my daily experiences as indubitable intrusions of factors outside mere coincidence? a hand divine? of some trickster or genie? or perhaps . . . of both? Or are these experiences to be fitted within the Jungian concept of synchronicity, i.e., that once you start looking for something you are likely to encounter said something more often than is statistically likely, without any word on why or how expectations held in mind made manifest might defy probability.

To offer another example of the sort of alterations of reality which give me more than cause to pause and wonder, just before I departed from Laramie to endeavor this mad adventure around four years previous to this penning, a rather inexplicable series of events began whilst I was employed at a bistro that bears the same name as my forename in an old building in downtown Laramie. One evening when I was working washing dirty dishes, a small fire began in a wall next to an outside doorframe. The LFD showed up and tore open the antique doorframe and extinguished said minor conflagration.

Shortly before I left Laramie to travel to Montreal, this side-door’s frame was already replaced with new pine boards. Upon returning to Laramie after this journey, I happened by this side-door that was the site of the flames and was quite startled as I noticed what appeared to be the original doorframe in place, with neither damage from fire nor axe! I have yet to investigate fully the possible “logical explanations,” but the doorframe that is currently in place is warped, splintering, and is covered in layers of paint that do not seem to have been altered anytime in the past ten to twenty years.

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