Synchronicity Divine

It has finally arrived, the page at which I will give you the grand tour of the other side of the doorway which was opened to me. I turned off a tape of Just Another Brick in the Wall and turned on my radio, only to hear Phil Collins singing, “I was there and I saw what you did.” Yes, passage through the doorway has been confirmed, even though I entered several weeks ago.
Entering in the past has been as simple as requesting to do so. One example of this is when I was standing in the shower feeling boxed in by the walls of this world’s reality. I placed my hands on the shower wall in front of me, palms flat and fingers spread wide, as if to place them on a hand scanner for clearance to a secured facility, and asked God for another chance to enter. After drying myself off, I went to the kitchen counter to turn my small boom box around, since it had been facing towards the living room. I wanted to hear it better in the bedroom. I hit the power button, only to hear the words, “Turn the beat around.”
Realizing how easy it was to step through that doorway really did surprise me. I wanted to confirm if this was true. After dressing, I placed the radio on the kitchen table and changed the station, the D.J. said, “That was, Nine Inch Nails.” I cut the cards that were on the table in front of me knowing damn well that it would be a nine, and it was. I hit a preset button and heard the words, “Tea for two.” I cut the cards again, knowing it would be a two and it was. Also having four dice from backgammon set within reach, I rolled them and three times the same four numbers came up. So I rolled them a fourth time and the same four numbers appeared. I thought, Don’t roll them again, your pushing your luck, but without hesitation, I rolled them a fifth time and they did in fact, land on the same four numbers. Passage granted and confirmed.
This entrance and stay lasted about two weeks, until I found myself once again having to help others back from their alternative realities. I was getting quite good at this. I hadn’t yet learned the lesson that doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results is insanity. Each time I would enter and exit in the same manner. Not by placing my hands on the scanner, but by simply knowing the door was always open. I would learn how not to make the same mistakes I had made in the past. I learned how to cross that thin line between genius and insanity so often that I turned it into an art form, each time giving me the ability to help others who had gotten lost behind the doorways they had created.
After leaving an entrance and exit two years behind me, my sister in-law managed to put my life on the path which led me to marriage. Six years into what started out with three years of bliss turned into the four walls of a real world elevator going down.
While at work on one particular day, I looked at the car’s name that I was working on and it read HONDA. “Happiness Oneself Nature Doing Amplification” For the past eight years I had stayed away from decoding and music held no special magic for me. It seemed every time I would enter that doorway, my life in the real world would take a turn for the worst. So for an instant I weighed all of the lessons I had learned in the past and I believed I could do it right this time. The car’s radio was now turned on. I heard the words; “Get up, get back on your feet. You’re the one they can’t beat and you know it. Come on, let’s see what you’ve got, take your best shot and don’t blow it.”
This only confirmed what was going through my mind at that moment. I was instantaneously placed ahead of the flow. I was struck by the reality that this particular song was written for me and about me, and having no proof of this didn’t mean it wasn’t true. My connection to music and lyrics reflected the flow I was ahead of. It was proof enough. Even though I did have that run-in with the band U2, a decade or so prior to this moment, it was evident that God had created music and the influences of angels to write these words, in a muse sort of way, just for and about me.
On Memorial Day 1992, I came to the realization that my life had a purpose beyond existing in the nine-to-five world of being a responsible and loving husband and step-father to two young boys. As I looked at the world from our fourth story balcony, overlooking the six lanes of expressway below and took a glimpse into my past, I was driven to write about the doorway and my Grove experience. So I preceded to write all about it.
This visit to the Twilight Zone was more intense and out of this world than any other I had ever experienced. At that time I was spending my days changing the stations and moving ever faster and ever deeper ahead of its flow while at work. At home I spent most of my time on the balcony writing about my Grove experience, my universal language, the doorway I had opened. and life in the Twilight Zone.
As I stood on the balcony with my stepson, who was thirteen at the time, I told him about how I wasn’t just an average schlep, married to his mom. I went into detail as to my Universal Language and how it came to be, my Grove experience, the book I was writing and about the stunt I was going to pull in the media.
This lead to an explanation of when I stepped through the doorway which was open to me, I would exist in a world of synchronicity. He did in fact witness many such moments and thought it was the coolest thing. Perhaps the most outstanding sign of all was the billboard across the expressway from our balcony.
The following afternoon, as we were back outside, we noticed that the billboard across the way had been changed while we were at school and work. It now had Morse code written across it. The Morse code spelled out, J and B, an ad for the whisky. I did not have to point the fact out to him that this was code and yesterday so much of our talk had been about a code.
Days were spent ahead of this nonstop flow. About two weeks after setting my plan into motion with the program director and sending the books to the media, it happened. It; being the explanation and rhyme and reason for my existence and the doorway which was opened to me. I had been working alongside of a new co-worker, Mike, for about a two weeks. Music and our moments of synchronicity together caused me to go into detail as to my knowledge of the rock n’ roll code, my Universal Language and my Grove experience, with special emphasis on the gentleman with a gun and how I was not afraid to die because I had held the Keys to the Kingdom at that moment.
That’s when it happened. Coming out of the stereo of the car he was working on were the words, “Billy don’t lose my number.” I stood awe struck and continued to listen. I realized this song was also telling the story of my Grove experience and what had happened that day. I asked him who it was and had he ever heard that song before. I was praying that he had an answer to my question, so that I might hear that song again if it played on the radio again. He said, “Sure I do. That’s Phil Collins of Genesis. I have the tape.” I asked him if I could borrow it for a while and he said sure. He retrieved it and handed it to me with its cassette box. The instant I saw Phil’s face, I literally flashed back to the moment I was on stage at the Coconut Grove Playhouse. In an instant I turned to see the gentleman that had approached the stage and as I was about to say, “You look familiar.” Damn, if it wasn’t Phil. This also explained why most of his albums had a full face picture of him on them. “I don’t know if you know who I am, my friend, but I’ve seen your face before. It was the first time, the last time we ever met.”
At that very moment I heard the words, “Now that I know the secret, there is nothing that I lack” coming from the radio of my car. I told him what had just happened, and he thought that this was an incredible turn of events. I explained that the blinding light that I had disappeared into, was the opening of back stage door. I flashed back to the moment the stage door closed behind me and I was tapping my fingers on it as if still sitting at the piano’s keyboard and saying, “Cute trick.” I was now thinking that if I hadn’t made such a hasty exit, Phil and I would have had a chance to sit and talk.
At that moment coming from Mike’s radio, I heard, “You missed by a fraction, said the look of your pace.” But I must admit, I heard the words as, “You missed by a fraction, said the look on your face.” I was now overwhelmed with a reality which explained it all.
I walked to the restroom to splash my face and collect my thoughts. As I lowered my head into the large wash station, which was made of terrazzo, I noticed that the little bits of stone in it, which I was focused on, clearly looked like the number 12. I thought R - Relationship, and then it hit me, that mushroom cloud of thought, physically, actually seeing the synaptic connects in my brain. I had never experience anything like this before and it was truly overwhelming.
In a mere instant, all of the Universal Knowledge I had tapped into over the past seventeen years became crystal clear, and one statement said it all: “Now that I know the secret, there is nothing that I lack.” Needless to say, I was now fully engulfed in the Twilight Zone and a typical day consisted of the actual events that follow.
For some unknown reason I was trying to remember the name of the movie in which the actor from the movie, The Karate Kid, had a guitar duel with the devil for a soul. At that moment I sat in the car I was working on, only to hear the song Crossroads by Cream start to play. It was an instant answer to my question.
While walking across the shop toward a car with a drain tube in my hand, I snapped it like a whip. Changing the station, I heard “bull whips cracking” from the song Southern Man.
I asked a friend, “What song would you like to hear next on the radio?” He replied, “Rush.” Dead air was coming from the radio between the song that had just ended and the one that was about to begin. Rush’s song, New World Man began to play. He knew me and this did not surprise him, “Thanks” was all he had to say.
While pouring glue into a tube, I heard Phil Collins sing, “There’s a hole in there somewhere,” so I turned the tube around, sure enough, there was glue leaking out of a hole.
At home, I used an extension cord for my headphones so I could listen on the balcony. As I was exiting through the sliding glass door, at the same moment a short in the wiring occurred. Phil was singing, “I see your lifeline is breaking.”
While sitting at my typewriter writing my story with keystrokes instead of a pencil, there were an unusually great number of times that I heard the word I was typing said on the television or radio. Not just small everyday words; words one might not say in entire day’s conversation.
Sitting and listing the three songs I had listened to every day at lunch on the juke box at a Pizza Hut in the year of the tiger 1975, they were: Radar Lover by Golden Earring, Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple and Hypnotized by Fleetwood Mac. One by one, every one of these songs was played by the radio station I was listening to.
While driving in my car, I looked at the clock. 10:33~Amplify Jesus, I turned on the radio and heard the words, “Jesus is just all right with me.” The Doobie Brothers were right on cue.
Then there was the night that the Rolling Stones were playing at Joe Robby stadium, which in the music world is known as Junior’s Bar and Grill, a few miles away from my balcony. A local rock radio station was playing the Bridges to Babylon album at the same time they were on stage. Between songs, the D.J. stated that there had been gate crashers at the concert. It was time to go out on the balcony and have a smoke, so I stepped to the railing and looked down. You’re not going to believe me, but I saw a car that had just crashed into the security gate below me. It gets even better. Stranger.
Later that night, while listening to another station playing a song from the Bridges to Babylon album, the song about calling the fire chief came on. I was staring at a car which had crashed into the median wall on the expressway below and that was now completely engulfed in flames.
Occurrences were happening so frequently and so nonstop that goose pumps weren’t appearing. At times it got so intense that I would have to turn off the radio because I did have to keep my feet on the ground and function in the real world. Countless more incidents occurred, too numerous to remember, but I would like to convey that they happened in a flow, moment after moment, hour after hour and day after day.
There were a few particular events which nearly caused me to drop to my knees, though. I was driving back from a 7-11 headed to work after lunch. Sitting at a stop sign, I looked left, then right, then left again and straight ahead. As I drove forward I heard screeching tires. I looked left to see a yellow Camaro with its brakes locked up and sliding across the intersection in front of me. About twenty yards past my front end and to my right it settled to a stop. I sat there for several long moments and wondered if I was going to see backup lights and have a confrontation. But he drove off. I took a deep breath and considered that this idiot came flying around the corner to my left, which was about thirty yards away and did not consider that someone or something might be around that corner. As he rode away and I drove slowly to the other side of the intersection, I intentionally turned on the radio to see the reflection of this event, certain that there would be one. I heard screeching tires that went on and on and then a crash. The announcer said, “So you think you’re a good driver, take the safe driver test tonight with Ann Bishop, tonight at six on channel ten.” I turned off the radio and drove back to work.
The flow was so intense on one particular day that I just could not take it anymore. It just didn’t seem to satisfy me and it held no answers as to why it was happening. It always seemed to lead nowhere, except helping others out of their alternative realities. I worked in a shop which always had at least five cars in it and everyone working on them had their radios turned on. I was fit to be tied, so I turned my radio off and actually taped the trigger to my air drill on, so I wouldn’t hear anyone else’s radio. Didn’t work.
From the far end of the shop I heard, “Since you’ve been gone, all that is left is a band of gold.” I looked down at the ring finger on my left hand and my wedding band was not there. I trembled for an instant, jumped out of the car and ran over to the car a co-worker was about to drive off in. He was taking it back to the owner. I opened the trunk and retrieved my ring. I had given him a hand earlier in the day in order to run one of the drain tubes for the sunroof into a wheel well. I had taken the ring off so I could fit my hand into a very tight space.
Well, hell, that was when I realized that whatever the reason for this flow, it was a good thing.

Now, for just a few of the laws of physical improbabilities.

One: I was seated in a car, about to place a screw in a sunroof bracket with my pneumatic screw gun, when the screw flew off the tip and disappeared. I immediately jerked the screw gun back so as not to dent the roof which was exposed and over my head. I then looked around the seat and floor. I didn’t see it so I reached for another screw to place on the Phillips tip I was using, and there the screw was, placed as if it had never left.
Two: During the process of unwrapping a single edged razor blade, it dropped out of my hand and fell to the floor. The strange thing was, I didn’t hear it hit. Without moving my feet I looked down to see where it had landed, but I couldn’t see it as I looked straight down and all around my feet. It was no where to be seen. Taking a step back, it came into view. Unbelievably, it was standing on end. That’s right, standing on the razor’s edge. I realized while I had been looking straight down at it, looking for a rectangular shinny object, I couldn’t see it because I had been viewing it as a thin straight line. I called two other people over to look at what had just happened. They knew I wasn’t making this story up and they looked on in amazement. Then one of the salesmen walked over, picked it up and set it back down in exactly the same spot and it stood there. Logic told me that it had fallen directly perpendicular to the floor, with just enough speed and momentum to tack into the deck paint which covered the floor. The deck paint was quite dry, since it had been painted when we had first moved into the shop two years earlier.
Three: For no reason I decided to see if I could flick a cigarette butt through the ceiling fan blades as they spun and hit the ceiling. I flicked and watched it ricochet straight down and appear to land directly into a red tumbler sitting on the table. I thought, Good shot, and went to pick up the tumbler to see if it had landed in some liquid to put it out. As I was lifting it, I saw the cigarette butt was standing on its filter end and still burning. I thought, Neat trick!
Four: Across the shop I heard this awful racket. I turned to hear Tony’s personal cooling fan. Its fan blade was hitting the safety cage it was confined in. He adjusted it so it would stop making the racket. He looked at me and shook his head, then stood there looking at it, to see if it would remain quiet. Several moments later I yelled, “Hey Tony” and pointed to the fan as though I would make it start screaming again and it did. Twice more that day I got out of the car I was working on to repeat this feat with exactly the same results. But this was one of those cases I believe God smacked me for, because I thought I was causing it to happen, not realizing that God had simply placed me in the right spot at the right moment.
Five: The power of the finger. One stormy night while on the balcony, I shot out my finger in a gun-type fashion at the ground below. I wish had it on film, because a lightning bolt struck at that precise moment and spot. All I could do is turn away and crack up laughing. Send a bolt of lightning. Very, very frightening.
Six: This next incident led to a reality much deeper behind that doorway, a reality where the physical world seemed to be controlled by my will. This of course was not the case, but appeared to be. An example of this included my ability to stop leaves on the ground. I would notice several leaves blowing down the street, and when I would focus on one specific leaf it would stop dead in its tracks as if instantly nailed to the ground. This was not a sometime occurrence, it happened time after time. Let me tell you, just when you think your hot shit, God will send a whole stampede of leaves and they all will ignore your gaze. Now knowing that my will was not the force which actually was causing this effect, I developed a relationship with the wind, it became a friend. Several things happened while having the wind as a friend, such as pointing at debris in the wind and drawing a path I knew it was going to take and in fact having it follow the path I had drawn with my finger.
Seven: The most intense event was when I stepped off a bus one day and a rush of leaves approached me and stopped a couple of feet in front of me. Without thinking or realizing how bizarre my thoughts were, I had the sense of greeting a friend. About a foot away from my left foot a small branch stopped with about a dozen leaves on it. I thought of it as making a goal between my feet. I thought, wide left, since it was closest to my left foot. Instantly the branch was blown outside of my right foot. I considered that it did in fact travel the longer distance to miss the goal between my feet. It did in fact miss wide left, from the leaves’ point of view.
My reality at this time was that the wind was a multi-dimensional force, with the ability to sense an individual’s intent. Actually, it falls under the category of God knows what you’re thinking and He can demonstrate His willingness to show you His presence.
Eight: Without a doubt, the most detailed and intricate event occurred while I was at the end of an incredible journey into the zone. This tour had again led to incarceration. But in this instance, it did not end with the awareness that I had gone a little too far and lost touch with the real world. Unexpectedly, being jailed did not mean an exit through the doorway.
Realizing that God had placed me in this circumstance for a reason, I felt it necessary to share my experiences with others. The philosophy of the wall and it only being reflected light off of paint molecules was perhaps my best tool for connecting to the more enlightened souls and sharing these circumstances.
Reading was a great way to pass the time. As I read out loud a particularly interesting sentence in the book I was reading, my bunkmate exclaimed that it was a fitting reply to what he had just read. Without hesitation or a plan, we went to the common area outside of our cell and proceeded to grab a handful of books each and sit at one of the steel tables. Each taking turns, we would place a finger within the pages and read aloud what it said. Consistently, time after time, what we were reading to each other sounded as if we were having a conversation. Sometimes it was a question, with an appropriate answer, others were the continuation of a thought.
We did this for several minutes, both of us completely amazed at how incredibly intricate and detailed one another’s replies had become. Then I read the words, “God sent us a cuckoo as a sign of His sanctioning our actions.” At that very moment, coming from the television, a cartoon cuckoo popped out of its clock and announced to us it was there. We both cracked up, laughing uncontrollably.
As I tried to catch my breath, I had to know what book this sentence came from. The book was about a pair of missionaries traveling down the Amazon. I wanted to read further as to the circumstances for such a statement, but a guard who was standing in our cell called to me. He wanted me to tell him what my friend and I were laughing about.
I walked over to him with the book in my hand and proceeded to explain just what we had been doing. When I read the statement again, the cuckoo, once again was right on cue. As he was laughing, I decided to see if he too could have followed us through the doorway. I asked him to pick up any two books of about thirty which were in a row placed on the floor against a wall. Having chosen two books, I told him to place a finger within the pages of the first book and read the sentence. As he fanned the page and pointed to words, I said, “Look and see what they say.” To the amazement of both of us, he read, “Look and see.” Now being totally confident that a second demonstration could not fail, I told him to do it again with the second book. The words he pointed at read, “Open your eyes and see.” All he could say was, “You’ve certainly opened my eyes.”
He asked me who I was and what was I doing there. I told him about the circumstances that had landed me there and told him of who I thought I might be, as well as my run-in with Phil and my Universal Language. His reply was completely unexpected.
“My father,” he said, “taught me the Universal Language when I was a kid.” —Not that he remembered it, but his father had in fact spent time with him talking about exactly the same code. But then he said he had to go do his job elsewhere.
This started me thinking about just how many people I had told my story to. What were the chances that I had actually met his father, in the couple of dozen years I had been on this path? It seemed the odds were greatly in my favor. This one event truly strengthened my resolve to continue on the path God had chosen for me, regardless of any consequences my actions might have in the real world.
Later that afternoon, I was doing some artwork to keep myself occupied when one of the less enlightened inmates snatched it from me, tore it up and threw it into the garbage. I walked up to the door which faced the observation booth and banged on it to get the guard’s attention to complain about his actions. Without hesitation, this same guard pulled the microphone to his mouth and said, “Yes Messiah?” There was no sarcasm in his voice, but this only served to anger me. I yelled back, “Don’t call me that!” With this another guard came to the door and asked me what the problem was. I explained to him what the other inmate had done and the problem was resolved with him being taken to lockdown.
As in the movie, The Truman Show, I had a moment of perception that altered all reality. Such as the moment that Truman hears on his radio, due to a frequency anomaly, that he has just almost had an accident and nearly ran over a woman.
With my every action and thought being replayed in music and the words of others, be they live or through transmitted frequencies, you might understand why and how I might believe that I was being watched and monitored by DJs. Even so far as believing that perhaps they had a secured website and webcam with which to view my actions. Knowing that this was truly a delusion, if only for the reason that my thoughts could not cause others to react fast enough to answer a question or thought I had on my mind. Such as wondering about the title to said movie, Crossroads.
There were many times when friends and people around me would be astonished at the fact that I would seem to be talking with a DJ, as I would speak to the radio and they would reply as if we were holding a conversation. Even requesting songs and having them played. After years of journeying through the Twilight Zone, I realized that only the power of God could make such occurrences happen.
One day I was zipping around the stations simply to use the words I was hearing, to make synaptic connections and create thoughts that might have never occurred to me otherwise. I hit the AM frequency band and I heard one man say to another, with panic in his voice, “He’s at it again, just zipping around the frequencies. What? What? We were told that he wouldn’t be monitoring these frequencies. What should we do now? It’s too late, he’s heard us talking about him.”
And then completely dead air.
Years later, I had heard about The Truman Show, but had not seen it till several years after it was released. When I did get a chance to see it, my only interest in seeing it was purely to check out the technology to do such a thing. When I saw the scene I mentioned, it was as though Jim Carey was doing an impersonation of me, as I had reacted during my cross-frequency event.