The idea for the title of this post came from an email convo with Eunus Noe. It fit well with the ideas that have been swirling around in my mind lately.
Full Disclosure: The above pic originally had nothing to do with sync and everything to do with the fact that Idris Elba (aka DJ Driis) is my fantasy man.
So I stretched the metaphor. DJ...remix...yeah.
I thought I was just being cheeky and totally irrelevant by including it.
|King Idris of Libya|
Then, lo and behold, a few days ago I found out that King Idris was Libya's former ruler (he was overthrown by Gadhafi 42 years ago)...how's that for a personal sync wink?
Synchronicity is throwing me for a loop.
I've been trying my best to come to terms with the fact that every book, movie, poem, or cartoon I've ever read or watched (or written, for that matter) is a retelling of the same damn story.
The Wizard of Oz, Alice in Wonderland, Moby Dick, 2010: The Year We Make Contact, X-Men, Thundercats, The Smurfs, Star Wars, Star Trek...etc., etc., ad nauseum...really all the same damn story.
Over and over again, whether through media or personal synchs, we seem to be reinforcing the same creation/disaster/dream/salvation memes to ourselves like a giant, shared subconscious post-it note.
For some reason we must remember these stories. But why?
I can see the patterns, but I don't necessarily recognize any specific, actionable event that the syncs are leading up to (at least not one that would satisfy my logical human mind).
I feel like a rocket stalled on the launching pad...waiting to GO.
I'm starting to subscribe to the viewpoint of one of my fav movies of all time...The NeverEnding Story.
Maybe every unique thought we have keeps a World of Dreams alive in a parallel reality (and vice versa).
Maybe the darkness of The Nothing can only defeat us when we run out of new ways to retell the story.
Maybe the only reason we're not living in paradise on Earth is because there are not enough of us dreaming it.