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Old Mother Hubbard
Fogg
New Hampshire
"Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard to find her doggie a bone; but
when she got there, the cupboard was bare, and so the poor doggie had none.
Old Mother Hubbard returned to the cupboard to find her doggie a bone; and
when she got there, a bone was now where, before there had only been
none."
I guess I should record what looks like a Reality Shift. The other night,
I was running out of cigarettes and didn't want to go to the store in this
lousy weather. I tried rationing them, but ran out some time after the
stores closed. I always buy a carton of cigarettes and keep the packages
neatly piled on my dresser drawer. I must have checked to see if there were
any there about four times, and even remember looking closely and feeling
the location in case a stray pack slipped behind it, but there were
definitely no packs left. Feeling resigned to the fact that I had smoked
all my remaining cigarettes, I was sitting at the computer wanting a
cigarette, when, lo and behold, I turned to see a full pack of unopened
cigarettes at the official dresser drawer location.
In 1998, I took a two-hour car ride with my friends, Joy and Amber through
from San Jose through San Francisco to Santa Rosa, California, where we
were attending a spiritual event. We chatted about a number of topics
throughout the trip over to San Francisco. One of the subjects that stands
out to this day turned out to be one of the most synchronistic events I
have ever experienced.
I talked about my former boss, "Al," from the company Id left in June 1990
when I went "full time" with my healing work. I had inherited money from
the unexpected deaths of my parents the previous year. I figured it I
didn't quit the corporate field then, I might miss my opportunity. The
extra money would tide me over if I didn't earn enough from the healing
work.
I got along great with Al. He was strict with his evaluations, but fair
and generous. He was a great manager and people person. After leaving, I
had only been back about once the first year after I left to say "hi" to
him and a few of the staff I had been friendly with. It had been years
since I had seen or talked about him.
When we reached the Golden Gate Bridge, I remember saying something about
us soon crossing the bridge, as we came upon a sign for the toll booth
(which was the 'no bridge fee' direction). I was looking forward to the
experience. Although I have lived in the Bay Area for approximately 25
years, I can count on less than two hands the amount of times I have had
the privilege of crossing over this man-made wonder and the beauty of the
San Francisco expanse from this vantage point.
After the talk/meditation at the center, which had been very powerful and
enjoyable, we went to get something to eat. About half-way through eating,
it hit me hard, like a major revelation that I had no recollection of
crossing the Golden Gate bridge. I turned to my friends and said, "How come
we didn't cross the Golden Gate bridge?" They looked perplexed. They said
we must have, although none of us has any memory of going across the
bridge! Joy said to me today, as I write this, that her first memory after
the toll booth announcement was the first tunnel we go through upon getting
off of the bridge. It, oddly enough, has a rainbow painted on it! For those
who know the San Francisco area, you know there is only one way to get from
San Francisco to the Marin side. That way is the Golden Gate Bridge. No
exceptions, unless you are in a boat on .the water and cross over. I
chalked it up to another teleportation experience. So many were happening
to me in those years.
On the way back, Amber asked to be dropped off at her father's house in
Oakland. So, naturally, we decided to take the Richmond/San Rafael bridge
back. After dropping Amber off, there were a few delays as we got a bit
lost finding the freeway entrance from that location.
Once we got on Interstate 880 from Oakland to San Jose, it was probably
about midnight.There was still a fair amount of traffic, which is not
untypical for the bay area. I was fading fast, and found myself nodding off
in between chatting with Joy. Around the Fremont area, I suddenly perked
up, and glanced over to the lane to our right. Just up ahead, was a car
with Al's personalized license plate (with his unusual last name on it) The
car was a different one than the one he had when I knew him, but the plates
were the same. I told Joy, "That's my former boss' car! Let's pull up
closer." As we drew side-by-side, there was no mistaking Al's distinct
profile, and his blonde wife next to him! This lasted about less than a
minute as the next turnoff they exited the freeway. By the way, they lived
in Fremont.
Now, if I was from a small town, this would not be an unusual occurrence
to see someone from the past. What sets this experience apart is:
(1) There are approximately one million people in the greater San Jose
area. Fremont is a bedroom community north of San Jose with a fairly large
population of its own. You just don't run into people unless it involves
synchronicity. Especially on a weeknight at midnight on a freeway.
(2) I had just talked about him a few hours before, which was highly
unusual.
(3) We took a different route home and just happened to be a minute or so
side-by-side on the same freeway before he exited. We feel that the delay
in Oakland was a setup to put us there at the right time.
(4) In the seven years since then, I have never seen him again. Nor had I
seen him in the eight years before that night.
