I was drowning in information that I knew was important if only I could figure out how to lay out all the different pieces.  I was frustrated and about to finally give up when I received a series of signs.  That was when the nature of my work changed—I went from playing detective to mining synchronicities.  Everyone’s experienced synchronicity at some time or another—whether or not that’s what you called it.  A series of uncanny “Twilight Zone” events connected not by causality but by meaning, as Sting sang in the Police song, “Synchronicity”:

A sleep trance, a dream dance,

A shared romance—synchronicity…

We know you, they know me

Extrasensory—synchronicity…

A star fall, a phone call

It joins all—synchronicity

The more I studied them the more synchronicities seemed to occur to me—each one taking me deeper into some tale to which I didn’t know the plot.  What’s more, the coincidences in my life started to link up in uncanny, yet undeniable ways to various pieces of popular media. The feeling I got when these links were revealed was usually one of bliss and awesomeness. The first few times that it happened I tried to shrug it off.  I told myself I was imagining connections where there were none.  But they kept happening.