Far away in the heavenly abode of the
great God Indra, there is a wonderful net which has been hung by some
cunning artificer in such a manner that it stretches out indefinitely in
all directions, in accordance with the extravagant tastes of deities.
The artificer has hung a single glittering jewel at the net's every
node, and since the net itself is indefinite in dimension, the jewels
are indefinite in number. There hang the jewels, glittering like stars
of the first magnitude. A wonderful sight to behold. If we now
arbitrarily select one of these jewels for inspection and look closely
at it, we discover that in its polished surface there are reflected all
the other jewels in the net, infinite in number. Not only that, but each
of the jewels reflected in this one jewel is also reflecting all the
other jewels, so that the process of reflection is infinite.
Thu-Shun 600 BC
What about synchronicity?
The root of the word carries the ancient Greek equivalent for 'together' (συν
- sun) and 'time' (χρονοσ -
chronos, referring to the mythological Titan Kronos, who ate his children,
or the ancient Greek god Chronos). And where did the Greek get it from? Tracing the origin and
meaning of words is tracing the origin of man, of life, of the universe. And
at a certain point man had to fill in the space "beyond the words".
Classical texts dealing with that space often start with: "in the
beginning". Those texts are a result of an oral tradition that took
centuries to become finally written down. The texts themselves are then a
new starting point of a written tradition, resulting in man trying to
decipher its origins...: nihil nove sub sole.
Carl Jung coined the word synchronicity to describe
"temporally coincident occurrences of acausal events,
an acausal connecting principle. Plainly put, it is the experience of
having two (or more) things happen coincidentally in a manner that is
meaningful to the person
or persons experiencing them, where that meaning suggests an underlying
But synchronicity, coincidence,
happenstance, hazard, seriality, serendipity, (good or bad) luck, fortune, what ever you call it, what all these words have in common is
the feeling of
resonance. One is
suddenly struck. It is an instant process of fine-tuning, as if one tries to
find the right tone with a tuning-fork and suddenly hears no more difference
between the fork and the instrument. It strikes like lightning, instantly.
Heart and soul, body and mind, past, present and future become part of the
same universal orchestra. One song, in key.
This song to some can sound familiar, heavenly and be a confirmation. Others
feel terrified or just use another key. But: all are touched by the melody.
No one is indifferent. How come? Can one become more "in tune"? What about
"the space beyond words? What about the beginning...?
For man, it all started some nine
months before his birth: conception, the
perfect resonance. If everything on that particular moment hadn't
been in tune, how would you have been able to read this, how would you have
been able to BE? That moment certainly is beyond words indeed. Even when you
read this, creation is still at work, in you, in everything. As it always
has been, and will. So, there is no need to worry about the origins.
The origin always is at hand. In you. Now.
However, since birth man learned how to adapt in order to communicate, to
survive, leaving the space beyond the words, leaving his home. The melody
became a far away and distant sound. Not easy to sing if you can't remember
the song. Slowly, almost imperceptibly he drifted away, but deep
inside he felt the longing. And then, once and a while, lightning struck,
thunder roared: resonance came in. Remembrance surfaced in a split second.
Does this mean man has to live his life in a permanent thunderstorm?
Of course not. On the contrary. That sudden wakeup call just reminds him of
his home. And the more he feels "at home", the more the longing will
disappear, the more he will become in tune. Thunder and lightning will then
only be thunder and lightning. Integrating those wakeup calls, leads
to a fulfilling, peaceful life, anchored in this very moment. This
process of integrating in fact is no more than drawing water from one's own
well. And that's where it all began, didn't it?
A helpful tool in the process of fine-tuning and resonance is the
I Ching, the
ancient Chinese Book of Changes. A beautiful methaphor is described
in the Buddhist story of Indra's Net. Although these texts speak to us from
a very distant past, they both are an interesting description of the
communication tool we use today as our favourite worldwide toy: the
inter-net. Whether this toy is used the way it was described thousands of
years ago is another question...
I hear a calling
is like a river
fed with clouds
hastening to the sea
and O my heart
is beating fast and
through my veins
the water flows
yet gentle drum
a familiar melody
so it's upstream
I turn my little boat
to finally come home
I was born into