I'll share an example of an extraordinary series of sychronicities which occurred for me some 30 years ago in Los Angeles. At that time, I was a struggling singer/songwriter working on getting my songs recorded and a friend of mine got a job in the office of the Holland Group, which was owned by two of Motown's original songwriters who wrote all the songs of the Supremes and the Four Tops, including classics like "How Sweet it Is to Be Loved by You" and "Please Mr. Postman". I went to drop a tape off at the office and, low and behold, my friend was no longer working there. I left the tape anyway, not really expecting anyone to listen.
I then left the office (located near Highland and Hollywood) and walked a couple block to the Copper Penny Restaurant and sat at the counter. I was carrying my leather patchwork hippie guitar case. The guy sitting next to me looked at the case and started a conversation. I told him about how I had just come off of a 4 year hitchhiking trip and was in LA to get my songs recorded. He said he wrote songs and I asked him if he ever got any recorded and he said "A few" and then told me he was Brian Holland. I got really excited and told him I just left a tape in his office and he said he would have to listen to it.
A few months passed and I never heard from him. When I called his office, I could never get through, so one day, I had this huge urge to drop in on his office. I was in the office of Don Costa Publishing on the West side of Hollywood at the time and I remember walking up Doheny to get to my car which was parked on one of the small streets off of Doheny. As I walked up the street, a white Mercedes passed me and I glanced at the driver and, low and behold, it was Brian's brother Edward. I hailed him down like a crazy person and he actually stopped his car and rolled down the window. I told him about meeting Brian and Brian's promise to listen to my tape and Edward said no one was in the office that day, but I could come the next day at 2 PM and they would both meet with me.
So the next day, I showed up and Dorothy, their secretary, sent me into a room to wait for them. They had moved into a new office, in the same building where their old office was and unpacked boxes were everywhere. But the room Dorothy sent me to was empty except for one thing - the tape I left 3 months earlier in the same envelope unopened. No they didn't get it ready for my appointment. Somehow it just glided through all their moving and ended up by pure "coincidence" in that room.
We had our meeting and Brian and Edward loved my lyrics. We ended up writing some songs together. But the synchronicities continued.
Some months later, I was taking a stroll in Venice Beach on a particularly hot day. I was sweating and decided to stop into a bar and buy a beer to cool down. Now this was not my habit. I hardly ever drank alcohol. I sat at the bar and struck up a conversation with a woman who was getting drunk. After a couple hours she invited me to come home with her. This was the only time in my entire life that I "picked up" a woman at a bar. We continued seeing each other and a month later she moved into a room at the Marina City Club, an upscale apartment house in Marina Del Rey. One morning I left her apartment and glanced at the door next to hers and saw an envelope scotch taped to the door. It was addressed to Brian Holland. She moved next door to Brian. When Brian found out, he took the position that God must have brought me into his sphere. He gave me the key to his office and the use of his stationary to send my songs out without a contract. Brian and I are still friends to this day,
Obviously there was some kind of extraordinary guidance to make all these events to occur. There was no chance it was coincidence. Next month, I'll tell you what I've learned that happens in other dimensions, that catalyzes synchronicities.
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