Some people aim at a state where they will be in synch with the universe. I am and I wish I weren’t. Have you ever been unconsciously drawn to do something, for some unknown reason, only to find that others have too? You know – it’s a bit like all those people being drawn to the mountain in the film Close Encounters.
Today I ‘accidentally’ arrived at the Orewa supermarket at exactly the same time as thousands of other people. Filling my basket while retired people on mobility scooters tried to score points by hitting me, I realized that there must be a strange but powerful integrating force that had drawn me to do my shopping at the exact same time as 5,000 others.
Nimbly dodging an old person crashing through with a killer Zimmer frame, I pushed on to relax in an eternal check out-queue. After 15 minutes of waiting I knew why people buy those incontinence pads – they don’t want to lose their place in the line.
Leaving the supermarket I knew what I thought the escape from Colditz must have felt like – except my fellow escapees were not quite as spritely. I trundled my basket to the trolley park (while motorists tried to score more points by hitting me) and wondered why I unconsciously arrived when I did.
It has happened before and it will happen again. I am just in synch with the universe – next time I think I should plan to be out of synch.
Are You In Synch With The Universe?
I think I’m in synch with the universe
Some people aim at a state where they will be in synch with the universe. I am and I wish I weren’t. Have you ever been unconsciously drawn to do something, for some unknown reason, only to find that others have too? You know – it’s a bit like all those people being drawn to the mountain in the film Close Encounters.
Today I ‘accidentally’ arrived at the Orewa supermarket at exactly the same time as thousands of other people. Filling my basket while retired people on mobility scooters tried to score points by hitting me, I realized that there must be a strange but powerful integrating force that had drawn me to do my shopping at the exact same time as 5,000 others.
Nimbly dodging an old person crashing through with a killer Zimmer frame, I pushed on to relax in an eternal check out-queue. After 15 minutes of waiting I knew why people buy those incontinence pads – they don’t want to lose their place in the line.
Leaving the supermarket I knew what I thought the escape from Colditz must have felt like – except my fellow escapees were not quite as spritely. I trundled my basket to the trolley park (while motorists tried to score more points by hitting me) and wondered why I unconsciously arrived when I did.
It has happened before and it will happen again. I am just in synch with the universe – next time I think I should plan to be out of synch.
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