Synchronicity: How I Created The Universe - Part 1

By: Yoinkie

My name is Neko Clayton, and there hasn't been a single moment in my life that I can call a coincidence. 1 year and 4 days ago, I met a man named Nathan Caldwell. 11 months ago, I accidentally created the Universe, this universe. And 3 months ago, I died on a beach in the South coast of Chile. And today, I'm sitting here, typing this. Doesn't make sense? I thought it wouldn't, but maybe it will after I explain how it all happened. Or most likely, it wont, but at least I will have told my story. Ill begin this story at the beginning, but not the very beginning, its actually closer to the end, but to you its probably the middle. There I go, not making sense again. For the sake of time and my mental well-being, lets just start the damn story.

In 1898, A man named Morgan Robertson wrote a book named, "The Wreck of the Titan". The Titan was described as "the largest craft afloat and the greatest of the works of men," "equal to that of a first class hotel," and, of course, "unsinkable". This ship was a British-owned steel vessel, around 800 feet long and sank after hitting an iceberg in the North Atlantic, in April, around midnight. Now you are probably asking, "who cares? Sounds like another story about the Titanic, its describing the events exactly how they happened to the Ship Titanic." To that, I will say you are 100% right, but the problem is, the Titanic wasn't built until 1912, 14 years after Morgan Robertson's book was published. Coincidence? sure, maybe. In Robertson's book, the Titan crashed into an iceberg 400 miles off the Coast of Newfoundland. The RMS Titanic, as you may very well know, hit an iceberg 400 miles off the coast of Newfoundland.

There is one, huge difference between Robertson's book and the actual events that led to the demise of the Titanic. Morgan Robertson describes in detail(a whole chapter actually) how the Titan had only 20 lifeboats on board, far too few to accommodate everyone on board if an emergency was to arrive. Of course, as you know, titanic had 22 lifeboats, also too few to accommodate everyone on board. But here is the kicker the one difference in the 2 stories: Robertson's Titan hit the iceberg in such a way that the boat sank immediately, before there was even the chance of using the lifeboats to save anyone on board. So why, I ask you, would Robertson waste an entire chapter in his book detailing how few lifeboats they had on board, when it had absolutely NOTHING to with his story? Coincidence? Sure, maybe, I guess...

Henry Ziegland thought he had dodged fate. In 1883, he broke off a relationship with his girlfriend who, out of distress, committed suicide. The girl's brother was so enraged that he hunted down Ziegland and shot him. The brother, believing he had killed Ziegland, then turned his gun on himself and took his own life. But Ziegland had not been killed. The bullet, in fact, had only grazed his face and then lodged in a tree(this was unknown to Ziegland). Ziegland surely thought himself a lucky man. Some years later, however, Ziegland decided to cut down the large tree, which still had the bullet in it. The task seemed so formidable that he decided to blow it up with a few sticks of dynamite. The explosion propelled the bullet into Ziegland's head, killing him. Coincidence? Yea, you could make an argument for it, I guess.

Stick with me, trust me I am going somewhere with all of this. I need you to understand that maybe everything in this world is a coincidence. But Maybe, JUST MAYBE, its not. Maybe everything that has happened, didn't happen, or will happen, was meant to happen the way it did, and maybe it relayed on the previous event entirely. Maybe there is an unbelievable amount of synchronicity in this world, that you wouldn't believe unless you actually saw it all happen. Carl Jung believed this was a glimpse into the underlying order of the universe. He coined the term synchronicity to describe what he called the "accusal connecting principle" that links mind and matter. He said this underlying connectedness manifests itself through meaningful coincidences that cannot be explained by cause and effect.

Before I met Nathan Caldwell, I accepted the world for what it was, and how it was. I never asked why. Why... WHY... Why are neutrons just a tad heavier than protons? If it were the other way around, atoms couldn't exist, because all the protons in the universe would have decayed into neutrons shortly after the big bang. No protons, then no atomic nuclei and no atoms. No atoms, no chemistry, no life. Why does everything happen perfectly, in an un-perfect chaotic manner? You must first start asking questions, before you can begin to even understand anything at all.

1 year and 4 days ago, January 23, at 4:45 pm I left my work with the intentions of heading straight home. At 4:47, I accidentally pocket dialed my girlfriend. At 4:48, the said girlfriend called me back, wondering about the call I just made to her. Once I told her It was a pocket dial, she told me to bring home a movie, milk, and a dozen eggs. At 4:49 I realize I can either go straight home and pick up the milk and eggs on the way(from a gas station on the route home) and say fuck it to the movie, or make a left turn and go to the movie story, and completely satisfy my girlfriend's every needs.

Before I go further, you need to know that previous week me and my girlfriend had an argument over a recent explosion on a deserted island off the coast of Chile. She said it was aliens, while I debated it was probably an undiscovered Volcano(silly, I know, but her and I get high and debate over things like this). As a result of this argument, she got mad at me for a week, and today was the first day she talked to me, which was her asking me to get these milks, eggs, and movie.

You need to remember all of this. Why does this story matter? Because if the explosion off the coast of Chile hadn't happened, I wouldn't have argued with my girlfriend, and she would have talked to me this entire week normally, which would have led her to asking me to bring these things home, but if we hadn't been arguing, I would have no reason to satisfy her every need and I would have just said Fuck it to the movie, never turned left, and just went home with the milk and eggs. But we did argue. She did call me. I did need to satisfy her. And I did turn left. And at 4:52pm on January 23 I met Nathan Caldwell, stranded in his car on the side of the road to the movie store. And if I hadn't met Nathan Caldwell at exactly 4:52pm on that exact day, in that exact spot, the entire universe and everything in it would have never existed.

Is all of this just a coincidence? Sure, maybe. But here's the kicker, the beautiful Synchronicity of it all: The explosion in Chile, the one that started the argument between my girlfriend and I? It was caused by me. I caused the explosion that led to us arguing, that led to me pocket dialing her, that led to her asking me to rent a movie, which led to me turning left, which led to me meeting Nathan Caldwell....which led to me causing the explosion in Chile, the week before.

Don't understand me yet? You soon will. But first I need to tell you a little bit more about Nathan Caldwell, and how he and I accidentally created the universe.

PART 2: http://higher-perspective.blogspot.com/2013/01/synchronicity-how-i-created-universe_26.html