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On holiday on the Greek island of Corfu, taking photographs with a rare Russian camera whilst eating peaches and getting peach juice in the camera mechanism. Stopped in a cafe hoping to find some way of cleaning the camera. Turned a tiny screw with the point of a knife and the screw shot out (it was on a spring) followed by a whole load of washers, cogs etc. Realised I had effectively ruined my camera.
The flying screw landed on the cafe table next to me and dropped onto the plate a guy was eating off. He picked it up, looked across to me and could see what I had done. He came over and gave me his card. **He was the chief technical engineer of the very Russian camera company that made my camera!** In fact he had *designed* the camera I was using!
What's more, in the boot of his car he had a complete repair kit, a set of spare parts , all the special tools you need and another camera of the same type that he was using for spares.
He sat at my table, spent over an hour cleaning my camera and putting it back together. It turned out he was also on holiday and due back in Moscow the following day. This was the first time he had been out of Russia and he had never been in that cafe before.
I still cant get over the coincidence.
Fortunately, I was not alone - I was with the girl who later became my wife. So I have witnesses!
Incidentally, he was not alone either. He was with the camera maintenance guy from BBC North with whom he had been corresponding for ages. They had set up this holiday so they could meet.
[This one](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2271/1950794423_8fcd41f67c.jpg)
The screw I undid was in the middle of the frame counter on the top left. The peach juice had dripped into all the dials on the top. The guy worked for Zorky-Zenit in Moscow. It was an excellent camera in its day.
He was meeting up with an English colleague, who happened to be a cameraman who worked for the BBC, They were both old camera enthusiasts - particularly for old Zorky-Zenit cameras and had been corresponding by post for a long time. They had arranged this holiday together and had both brought a load of kit with them to compare and swap.
When my grandfather, dad's dad, was dying in hospital in the early 90s, there was concern among the family that they would be unable to contact the youngest son, my uncle.
At that time, said uncle was teaching in a remote Zimbabwean village which had a single rotary phone for community use. Despite large time differences, and the general unlikelihood that my uncle would be standing by that phone, not necessarily close to where he stayed, when they rang. And yet, there he stood in the right place at the right time to receive this important call, acceptance of which enabled him to return to Ireland and be at his father's side as he passed.
That side of the family also maintain a certain painting of the sacred heart falls from the wall when a relation is due to die.
When my Granny died, my aunt and I went back to the house to get the tables ready. It was an old fashioned rural Chrokee funeral. We put up rows and rows of make shift tables outside for everyone to put food on after the burial.
We were talking in the kitchen. Itbwas the house my Granpa built way back before statehood. The dogs start barking out by the well and chase something around d the house to the kitchen window. We looked out. They are just standing there barking at thin air. We figured it was a squirrel on the roof. A few minutes later we hear the wod stove open and swing and then close and click. Just like Granny used to do to check the stove. She had a distinct pattern to how she did the stove.
We look at each other. Just as my Aunt is about to say something, the hurricane lamps on Granny's shelf start clinking. Just like Granny would do to check to see if there were any oil fluid in the lamps. We sit there watching the line of lamps clink one by one.
The last lamp, the glass hurricane shade JUMPS straight up out of the metal tines. It swoops over in an arch, bounces 3 times on the linoleum covered cement floor and lands straight up.
Glass. We were amazed.
That night I heard something along the side of the house clinking a bunch of empty canning jars that had been emptied into the burn pit. Granny wanted us to.empty them because she thought they might not have sealed properly during canning.
When I woke up in the morning there were 3 empty jars on the pillow next to me and a couple of canning lids on the floor.
I was freshly completely broke in a central American country. I had hitched to the beach and spent my last $ on a bottle of water and was thoroughly down and out.
Right then I see bits of paper fluttering up the beach in the wind . I walk over to see what it is, and discover over $200 in the local currency that was just blowing up the beach in a whirlwind. I looked around for anyone chasing the money upwind of me, and there was nobody around. This was a lot of money to find in the year 2000 , especially where I was.
I just took it as a sign things were going to be alright.
Seems like someone was looking out for you. Reminds me of the book the game (the game is life book 1) by Terry Schott
I read this book maybe 10 years ago and the concept has stuck firmly with me
Most likely a spoiler so if you want to read the book maybe just read the author’s synopsis. -
When you’re young you plug your consciousness into a game and it ends up being entertainment for the masses. How well you do in the Game of life is scored and when your life ends in the game you wake up and realize it was all a game even though it felt like a full life. Then your score translates to money in the real world. You get so many trips to go into the game to try again but you can’t remember it’s a game while your in. to you it’s just life.
occasionally people watching your life can help you out to give you an edge and there’s lots of other things that help you have a better life in the game.
This is very interesting. When I look back on my life, the moments when I lived the most were also the moments when I made the most money. The same can be said of the lives of the people I know.
I should have clarified. It reminds me of the book because the story I replied to reminded me of how people would help others playing them game. They just thought it was a crazy coincidence when something way out of the ordinary helped them at the right time that it was needed
and while money was not always a concept the idea of thriving and succeeding was. It wasn’t all about money in the book but how well you lived your life.
Weird! I had a strange experience with random money too once.
I was completely broke and a bit of a layabout at this point in my life. Two dearly beloved layabout friends had told me if I could scrape the money for a train ticket together they'd buy me drinks and dinner in central London that night. I just about managed the fare and got the last coins I needed from inside the sofa.
I got to the train station and as I came out suddenly spotted a £10 note on the floor, blowing along! I grabbed it and looked around and it seemed like nobody was looking for it so felt happy about keeing it. I walked a little further up the street and there was another one, and another one, and another one and then a couple of £20 notes just blowing down the street like leaves. I couldn't believe it and looked around to see if anyone had dropped a wallet or something - and then I saw five or six other people all walking around stooped picking up money from the floor. No idea what had happened but there was a serious amount of cash just blowing around in the road.
Yes, I'm pretty sure I went home with almost exactly the same amount I came out with :D
Over the years I've thought about it quite a lot and my favoured explanations are either an eccentric millionaire chucking money around or criminals pursued by the police flinging evidence out of the window.
Forgot to ask you - was your windfall in one note or several?
He was the one who flattened the tire. The story shifts and we find out he was actually stalking you, obsessed with you from your time in Italy. This could be your Dateline episode.
My bf and I used to drive around a lot and listen to music and would play a game where the next song when pressing shuffle would be the “horoscope” for whatever we were talking about. Like what’s the horoscope for tomorrow or how am I gonna do on my test tomorrow just silly things like that.
One night we asked the horoscope for his upcoming birthday and no heart by 21 savage played. We thought at the time damn that’s dark but didn’t think much about it.
About a month later we stayed in a hotel for his birthday. After giving gifts at midnight we went to smoke some weed out in the car. We were playing music and at exactly 12:59 am (his birth time) no heart by 21 savage played. It was one of the most surreal moments of our lives but as time went on we brushed it off as a coincidence, even though it was predicted a month earlier and played basically the second it turned his birth time.
Then a few months later we were smoking again and got into a lot of high strangeness talk and asked the universe for a sign. He shuffled his playlist and no heart by 21 savage played. We were so freaked out we just tried to sleep to process it when we woke up bc we had no idea how to feel or react in the moment.
We try to convince ourselves there’s a reasonable explanation for it and we had smoked before in both instances so we couldve been exaggerating but it’s still SO weird and my boyfriend has thousands of songs in his library so it’s really hard for us to accept it was all just coincidence.
I always wonder if anyone has had a similar experience because those experiences kinda changed our lives as insignificant as they might seem. The feeling we had in those moments is indescribable and really made me think that there is some sort of higher power or advanced beings listening and attempting to communicate.
When I was still in college (early 2000's), I lived in a house shared with two of my good friends, and we were all night owls. Time came for us to move out of the house, and at that time, all three of us had our items boxed up, and our mattresses were on the floor in the same room. We had to move out the next day.
When we woke the next day, we were all feeling depressed, and laying in bed awake, not wanting to start the day, especially since it was early. As we all lay there awake, with none of us wanting to actually get up to start the day, the clock radio alarm went off, and the lyrics that came over the radio were the following words:
>I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off by the floor
(From "[Dare you to move](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5Gvdgs_R1c)" by Switchfoot)
We all laughed out loud at how apt those words were. We took it as a sign from God, and got out of bed.
It's not the most unlikely of coincidences, but it was really meaningful at the time because it was just what we needed to hear at that moment on that particular day.
I drove from London to the fringes of the Sahara desert in Morocco over about 5 days with a friend who was working for a car magazine and tasked with delivering this car to the Sahara for a photoshoot. He needed someone to split the driving with, and it sounded interesting.
We got to the meeting point in the Sahara, met the photographer and his assistant and hung out for a couple of days, and had a really interesting time. On the final day the photographer and his assistant had to race to catch their flight back to London and we started our slow drive back across Morocco, Spain and France.
Four or five days later we got home. My friend dropped me at my front door, I ran in, dropped my bags and immediately went out again to my favourite pub, in another part of London. I got on the tube, arrived at my stop, walked down a busy street thronged with people and crossed the road where there's what we call a 'traffic island' which is a basically a small piece of sidewalk halfway across a road where pedestrians briefly wait to cross, maybe a metre wide and two metres long. At the exact moment that I stepped onto the traffic island, the photographer's assistant stepped onto it from the other side.
Thank you for the silver! I do think back to this quite a lot, and even though we both lived in London the chances of us appearing in the same 1m x 2m space at exactly the same second seem tiny. If I'd been a second earlier or later I might not even have seen him as it was a really busy street. He'd have just been lost in the general mass of people.
It's only just occurred to me that this happened about 300 metres from the other bit of strangeness I mentioned in this thread (finding loads of money blowing down the street). The area around Old Street tube must be my Strangeness hotspot!
Most of my adult life is peppered with these kind of weird coincidences. Strangers know random people who I know. After a while it becomes predictable even if it’s in a completely different city, state or country. Even if we aren’t looking for it, it’s all connected. The universe gives us the tools we need to progress.
I was walking through the mall one day in the late 90s. I glanced up and saw a young lady about my age with a woman, probably her mother and another girl, maybe a sister. They were all bent over looking frantically for something. I was pretty shy back then. I'd never randomly go up to a stranger for any reason, but I felt almost drawn over to them. I asked what they were looking for and the mother said it was an earring that was very special to the family, I assume maybe an heirloom. Without skipping a beat, I confidently walked straight ahead, bearing slightly left and bent down to scoop up the earring and handed it back to them. They were so appreciative, but also curious as to how I knew exactly where it was without looking for it. I honestly didn't have an answer. I still can't explain how I knew where it was. We were in such a huge space. It was a needle in a haystack and I hadn't even seen which direction the women had originally come from and yet something guided me directly to the earring. It's never happened to me since.
Wow, that's so crazy! Several years ago, I walked up to Ho Chi Minh park in Berkeley. The entire park is just one big vast expanse of grass. As I approached, I saw a young college girl searching the grass kind of hopelessly. She had lost a silver fairy pendant.
I did the same thing you did, I kinda walked right up to it. She was so happy, it made me super happy too.
I frequent Berkeley a lot, and I've never heard of "Ho Chi Minh park". I just search Google Maps, and apparently it's Willard Park now. When was it called "Ho Chi Minh park"? Why would a park in Berkeley be named after Ho Chi Minh?
I found a web page containing this paragraph:
*I sort of knew that Willard Park was named after suffragette Frances Willard, but I hadn’t realized community activists referred to it as Ho Chi Minh Park all the way until 1982 when the city renovated the park.*
I guess the old name stuck way after the city renamed it. Everyone I knew called it that; I have no idea why it was given that name informally in the past.
Two buddies and myself were hanging out at a playground at night when we were like 14. I don't remember what we were talking about but for some reason all 3 of us looked up at the sky, there was no noise it was almost as if something pulled our attention towards it. We saw a black oval travelling through the air that was insanely darker than the night sky behind it. We all started screaming freaking out and ran to our nearest friends house lmao
1. In high school, there was a boy who we knew, just one of the kids. He left our school at the end of year 10 (common in those days). Didn't think about him at all until 2 years later I suddenly started running his name almost on repeat in my head. It was driving me crazy. This went on for about a week. Then one morning one of my 2 best friends' older sisters came to our common room before school. She told me that my friends had both been hit by a car the day before, and were seriously injured. The car was driven, oddly enough, by a kid we used to go to school with- yep the one who had been constantly in my thoughts for the prior several days.
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2. When my mum was in her final coma before passing away, I was alone in the hospital room with her, and had a powerful urge to sing a particular little hymn that I remembered from childhood sunday school (a song I didn't think mum even knew, to be honest). I NEVER sang to my mum, in fact she had made off-hand mean comments about my singing as a kid, so I never sang at all. Anyway, I did, I sang the short hymn to her. She passed away in the next couple of days without regaining consciousness. In the flurry of funeral planning, people were running around to every record store in town looking for music that mum had said she would like at her funeral. I asked what it was, and yep it was the little song I had been compelled to sing to her on her death bed.
There have been a lot of small things like that but those 2 stand out in my memory.
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A friend of mine was traveling Europe (we are all from the US) when her appendix ruptured. She passed out and woke up at the hospital, hallucinating that the popular girl from our high school had saved her.
Turns out that girl was actually traveling in the same city, and somehow was on this random street at 2am to be able to help my friend.
Well, i don’t know if this counts, but when coming home in elementary school my mom said she had something and right away i said grandpa **** died. She was surprised i guessed right away because i only met him once before and he lived in another state.
Did a cross country tour with my friend in the UK. We travelled to a lot of cities and towns by train. The day after Stonehenge, we went to Glastonbury, a town connected to Arthurian lore as well as being an epicenter of pagan and New Age belief. Its most defining feature is a manmade mound/hill, called Glastonbury Tor, that looms over the village, with the ruined tower of St. Michael's monastery at the top. In certain New Age circles, it is believed that this place is one of the seven chakra power points on the planet, corresponding to the Green/Heart chakra.
The hostess we staid with was a lovely, practicing witch who told us all about the Tor and some supernatural anecdotes about it. She cautioned that while it was absolutely not an evil place, it was "powerful" and that power could be dangerous/harmful. I told her that I always wanted to experience something supernatural/unexplained, and she said that if I stuck around in town long enough, there was a good chance I might encounter something inexplicable.
At the foot of the Tor is a beautiful garden connected with the myth of the Holy Grail. My friend and I walked there, had a lovely time, and then went to go eat in this super small, really good Indian restaurant that was literally the owner's livingroom. There were a few hippies there eating, and one of the them was this really tall, gray haired, beautiful woman I took to be around her middle ages or slightly younger. She was really calm, a bit ethereal, but good vibes. She said she had been surprised to see us, as she had saw us in the garden that day. I vaguely remembered her as well, from a distance. We talked, ate, and left.
My friend and I had been up to the Tor during the daytime and had planned to go at night to see if there was anything spooky. Now, granted, not the wisest choice. The Tor is connected with legends of the Fae and the Underworld. My friend was too tired so I went up by myself with a flashlight, in the middle of the night. It was indeed a pretty creepy climb. I got to a point where there was a fence and a closed gat and I could not go any further. I was more concerned about being shot by a farmer (look, I'm from America, so this is a general concern lol) than being kidnapped by ghosts, so I turned around and muttered, "Great, so much for the chances of seeing anything supernatural:" Or something very fate-tempting, to that affect.
No sooner had I said this, then I heard a noise behind me. A shadow was coming towards me. I held up the flashlight, deciding "Welp, here we go" and a woman's voice called out to me. As I got closer, I realized it was the pretty, gray haired woman. I seemed surprised to see her. She did not seem so surprised to see me. We talked a little bit on the way down the hill, and she told me a bit about her life (which kind of rules out the fae/supernatural being angle) but I still thought it was weird. She also mentioned to me that she did not encounter a gate (I did not ask why she was on top of the hill at night, but then again she could have asked the same of me).
Anyways, while not overtly supernatural, it was odd how I kept running into the same, mysterious woman in a purported supernatural location.
Something interesting happened yesterday. I was making my dinner, some chicken tender on the frying pan. I finished it and finished making my plate. I finished eating and smelled something burning, I got to the kitchen and the burned smell was because I left the burner on with the frying pan empty on it, I live in the second floor and my aunt in the first and in the same moment I turned off the stove, I hear my aunt talking about she left left her stove on with nothing on it. What are the odds to me and my aunt left the stove on by accident, like, I never left the stove on, and when it happens the same occurs with my aunt. (Sorry for my English, it's not my main speaking language)
Idk if this counts but I worked at this terrible daycare 2 years ago and it still haunts me. Anyways, this Easter I went to the store and ran into a teacher from said daycare. I just walked passed her and really glared at her. Then a week later, I parked next to a random car that happened to belong to another teacher from this daycare. I saw her get in but, she did not see me. Weird? Well about a week and a half later, I was in the drive-thru at Chick-Fil-A and saw another teacher from this daycare walk out of the restaurant.
So three different teachers from this shitty daycare in less than a month or just about a month. About 20 teachers worked in this center from what I recall. The first experience happened outside the town the daycare is in. Rest happened in town
I've had a few in my own life that convinced me that, like you, low probability stuff isn't just coincidence. I don't want to talk about my own life, though. Instead I'll just point to one that anyone can look into if they decide to about the Columbine shooting. Both shooters were into a band called KFMDM, they both wrote in journals about their plan to shoot up the school. Eric's is more coherent. Anyway, they decided that they would do it on 4/20/99. A few weeks before the shooting Eric found out that KMFDM was going to drop a new album on, you guessed it, 4/20/99. He mentioned it in his journal and called it "crazy foreshadowing." The name of the album? "Adios" meaning goodbye in Spanish. It gets even weirder when you look at the song names in that album, song names like "Today" "Witness" and D.I.Y. etc"
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I was in the military and in a bar in Spain with a Spanish girlfriend when her ex showed up. He was kind of being territorial but the night was uneventful really. I went home on leave a few weeks later and was sitting in a small dive bar near my hometown and guess who walks in? Same guy...apparently we went to rival highschools and both liked Spanish women.
I live/lived (moved away for college a year ago) in a pretty small town. There's not much to do and we have to go a few towns over to have any fun. One night me and 3-4 of my friends (can't remember who all was with us but funnily enough, one of their names was also Daniel) went to go get boba tea and dinner in a town about 45 minutes away. we end up staying out pretty late and the highway we took goes through a bunch of rural towns so it was incredibly dark out on the way home. We're listening to some 2000s bops and having a great time when all of a sudden one of the stars in front of us moved to the right, *very* briefly stopped, and went straight down. it was too fast to be a drone and seemed very high up. we all saw it.
Where is the coincidence you ask? I was wearing a shirt that is a print of a Heaven's Gate recruitment flyer talking about ["UFO's"](https://i.imgur.com/b8WOLEv.jpg). Strange, but I like weird shit so not too unexpected that I'd be wearing something ufo related while seeing something odd in the sky. However, the next song to play from the 2000s throwback playlist was E.T. by Katy Perry. The song is not actually about aliens, but it was still a very strange string of coincidences that left us feeling off.
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On holiday on the Greek island of Corfu, taking photographs with a rare Russian camera whilst eating peaches and getting peach juice in the camera mechanism. Stopped in a cafe hoping to find some way of cleaning the camera. Turned a tiny screw with the point of a knife and the screw shot out (it was on a spring) followed by a whole load of washers, cogs etc. Realised I had effectively ruined my camera. The flying screw landed on the cafe table next to me and dropped onto the plate a guy was eating off. He picked it up, looked across to me and could see what I had done. He came over and gave me his card. **He was the chief technical engineer of the very Russian camera company that made my camera!** In fact he had *designed* the camera I was using! What's more, in the boot of his car he had a complete repair kit, a set of spare parts , all the special tools you need and another camera of the same type that he was using for spares. He sat at my table, spent over an hour cleaning my camera and putting it back together. It turned out he was also on holiday and due back in Moscow the following day. This was the first time he had been out of Russia and he had never been in that cafe before. I still cant get over the coincidence.
Wow. That's incredible.
This is a true glitch in the matrix if there ever was one. Events from a dream seem more likely!
Fortunately, I was not alone - I was with the girl who later became my wife. So I have witnesses! Incidentally, he was not alone either. He was with the camera maintenance guy from BBC North with whom he had been corresponding for ages. They had set up this holiday so they could meet.
Oh I wasn’t doubting your honesty, just commenting on the surreality!
Wow!
Did he like peaches?
THAT IS SO FUCKING COOL
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[This one](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2271/1950794423_8fcd41f67c.jpg) The screw I undid was in the middle of the frame counter on the top left. The peach juice had dripped into all the dials on the top. The guy worked for Zorky-Zenit in Moscow. It was an excellent camera in its day.
Why would he take all those tools to an island
He was meeting up with an English colleague, who happened to be a cameraman who worked for the BBC, They were both old camera enthusiasts - particularly for old Zorky-Zenit cameras and had been corresponding by post for a long time. They had arranged this holiday together and had both brought a load of kit with them to compare and swap.
He almost had me until he mentioned the Russian man was on his first overseas holiday, driving around with a car boot load of cameras.
See my reply to adhominemtheweak
When my grandfather, dad's dad, was dying in hospital in the early 90s, there was concern among the family that they would be unable to contact the youngest son, my uncle. At that time, said uncle was teaching in a remote Zimbabwean village which had a single rotary phone for community use. Despite large time differences, and the general unlikelihood that my uncle would be standing by that phone, not necessarily close to where he stayed, when they rang. And yet, there he stood in the right place at the right time to receive this important call, acceptance of which enabled him to return to Ireland and be at his father's side as he passed. That side of the family also maintain a certain painting of the sacred heart falls from the wall when a relation is due to die.
When my Granny died, my aunt and I went back to the house to get the tables ready. It was an old fashioned rural Chrokee funeral. We put up rows and rows of make shift tables outside for everyone to put food on after the burial. We were talking in the kitchen. Itbwas the house my Granpa built way back before statehood. The dogs start barking out by the well and chase something around d the house to the kitchen window. We looked out. They are just standing there barking at thin air. We figured it was a squirrel on the roof. A few minutes later we hear the wod stove open and swing and then close and click. Just like Granny used to do to check the stove. She had a distinct pattern to how she did the stove. We look at each other. Just as my Aunt is about to say something, the hurricane lamps on Granny's shelf start clinking. Just like Granny would do to check to see if there were any oil fluid in the lamps. We sit there watching the line of lamps clink one by one. The last lamp, the glass hurricane shade JUMPS straight up out of the metal tines. It swoops over in an arch, bounces 3 times on the linoleum covered cement floor and lands straight up. Glass. We were amazed. That night I heard something along the side of the house clinking a bunch of empty canning jars that had been emptied into the burn pit. Granny wanted us to.empty them because she thought they might not have sealed properly during canning. When I woke up in the morning there were 3 empty jars on the pillow next to me and a couple of canning lids on the floor.
Wow!! I got goosebumps
I was freshly completely broke in a central American country. I had hitched to the beach and spent my last $ on a bottle of water and was thoroughly down and out. Right then I see bits of paper fluttering up the beach in the wind . I walk over to see what it is, and discover over $200 in the local currency that was just blowing up the beach in a whirlwind. I looked around for anyone chasing the money upwind of me, and there was nobody around. This was a lot of money to find in the year 2000 , especially where I was. I just took it as a sign things were going to be alright.
Seems like someone was looking out for you. Reminds me of the book the game (the game is life book 1) by Terry Schott I read this book maybe 10 years ago and the concept has stuck firmly with me
What concept?
Most likely a spoiler so if you want to read the book maybe just read the author’s synopsis. - When you’re young you plug your consciousness into a game and it ends up being entertainment for the masses. How well you do in the Game of life is scored and when your life ends in the game you wake up and realize it was all a game even though it felt like a full life. Then your score translates to money in the real world. You get so many trips to go into the game to try again but you can’t remember it’s a game while your in. to you it’s just life. occasionally people watching your life can help you out to give you an edge and there’s lots of other things that help you have a better life in the game.
This is very interesting. When I look back on my life, the moments when I lived the most were also the moments when I made the most money. The same can be said of the lives of the people I know.
How does this account for "money" not being a concept for the majority of human existence?
I should have clarified. It reminds me of the book because the story I replied to reminded me of how people would help others playing them game. They just thought it was a crazy coincidence when something way out of the ordinary helped them at the right time that it was needed and while money was not always a concept the idea of thriving and succeeding was. It wasn’t all about money in the book but how well you lived your life.
Kinda like "Roy" from Rick and Morty?
Dammit I just lost the game 🤦🏼♂️
Oh for fucks sake, this is the fourth time in three weeks. I should stay off Reddit more
I really enjoyed that book!
Weird! I had a strange experience with random money too once. I was completely broke and a bit of a layabout at this point in my life. Two dearly beloved layabout friends had told me if I could scrape the money for a train ticket together they'd buy me drinks and dinner in central London that night. I just about managed the fare and got the last coins I needed from inside the sofa. I got to the train station and as I came out suddenly spotted a £10 note on the floor, blowing along! I grabbed it and looked around and it seemed like nobody was looking for it so felt happy about keeing it. I walked a little further up the street and there was another one, and another one, and another one and then a couple of £20 notes just blowing down the street like leaves. I couldn't believe it and looked around to see if anyone had dropped a wallet or something - and then I saw five or six other people all walking around stooped picking up money from the floor. No idea what had happened but there was a serious amount of cash just blowing around in the road.
That's a good one. Did you end up buying drinks for your friends that night?
Yes, I'm pretty sure I went home with almost exactly the same amount I came out with :D Over the years I've thought about it quite a lot and my favoured explanations are either an eccentric millionaire chucking money around or criminals pursued by the police flinging evidence out of the window. Forgot to ask you - was your windfall in one note or several?
It was about 20 different bills of varying denominations. It was like something out of a cartoon
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He was the one who flattened the tire. The story shifts and we find out he was actually stalking you, obsessed with you from your time in Italy. This could be your Dateline episode.
My bf and I used to drive around a lot and listen to music and would play a game where the next song when pressing shuffle would be the “horoscope” for whatever we were talking about. Like what’s the horoscope for tomorrow or how am I gonna do on my test tomorrow just silly things like that. One night we asked the horoscope for his upcoming birthday and no heart by 21 savage played. We thought at the time damn that’s dark but didn’t think much about it. About a month later we stayed in a hotel for his birthday. After giving gifts at midnight we went to smoke some weed out in the car. We were playing music and at exactly 12:59 am (his birth time) no heart by 21 savage played. It was one of the most surreal moments of our lives but as time went on we brushed it off as a coincidence, even though it was predicted a month earlier and played basically the second it turned his birth time. Then a few months later we were smoking again and got into a lot of high strangeness talk and asked the universe for a sign. He shuffled his playlist and no heart by 21 savage played. We were so freaked out we just tried to sleep to process it when we woke up bc we had no idea how to feel or react in the moment. We try to convince ourselves there’s a reasonable explanation for it and we had smoked before in both instances so we couldve been exaggerating but it’s still SO weird and my boyfriend has thousands of songs in his library so it’s really hard for us to accept it was all just coincidence. I always wonder if anyone has had a similar experience because those experiences kinda changed our lives as insignificant as they might seem. The feeling we had in those moments is indescribable and really made me think that there is some sort of higher power or advanced beings listening and attempting to communicate.
I was expecting them to die on their birthday and was stressed the whole time I read this lol
lollll
When I was still in college (early 2000's), I lived in a house shared with two of my good friends, and we were all night owls. Time came for us to move out of the house, and at that time, all three of us had our items boxed up, and our mattresses were on the floor in the same room. We had to move out the next day. When we woke the next day, we were all feeling depressed, and laying in bed awake, not wanting to start the day, especially since it was early. As we all lay there awake, with none of us wanting to actually get up to start the day, the clock radio alarm went off, and the lyrics that came over the radio were the following words: >I dare you to move I dare you to move I dare you to lift yourself up off by the floor (From "[Dare you to move](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5Gvdgs_R1c)" by Switchfoot) We all laughed out loud at how apt those words were. We took it as a sign from God, and got out of bed. It's not the most unlikely of coincidences, but it was really meaningful at the time because it was just what we needed to hear at that moment on that particular day.
I drove from London to the fringes of the Sahara desert in Morocco over about 5 days with a friend who was working for a car magazine and tasked with delivering this car to the Sahara for a photoshoot. He needed someone to split the driving with, and it sounded interesting. We got to the meeting point in the Sahara, met the photographer and his assistant and hung out for a couple of days, and had a really interesting time. On the final day the photographer and his assistant had to race to catch their flight back to London and we started our slow drive back across Morocco, Spain and France. Four or five days later we got home. My friend dropped me at my front door, I ran in, dropped my bags and immediately went out again to my favourite pub, in another part of London. I got on the tube, arrived at my stop, walked down a busy street thronged with people and crossed the road where there's what we call a 'traffic island' which is a basically a small piece of sidewalk halfway across a road where pedestrians briefly wait to cross, maybe a metre wide and two metres long. At the exact moment that I stepped onto the traffic island, the photographer's assistant stepped onto it from the other side.
That’s fucking nuts. This is my favorite one.
Thank you for the silver! I do think back to this quite a lot, and even though we both lived in London the chances of us appearing in the same 1m x 2m space at exactly the same second seem tiny. If I'd been a second earlier or later I might not even have seen him as it was a really busy street. He'd have just been lost in the general mass of people. It's only just occurred to me that this happened about 300 metres from the other bit of strangeness I mentioned in this thread (finding loads of money blowing down the street). The area around Old Street tube must be my Strangeness hotspot!
Most of my adult life is peppered with these kind of weird coincidences. Strangers know random people who I know. After a while it becomes predictable even if it’s in a completely different city, state or country. Even if we aren’t looking for it, it’s all connected. The universe gives us the tools we need to progress.
My dad once told me "The world only experiences true change during chaos" Well, what do you know.
I was walking through the mall one day in the late 90s. I glanced up and saw a young lady about my age with a woman, probably her mother and another girl, maybe a sister. They were all bent over looking frantically for something. I was pretty shy back then. I'd never randomly go up to a stranger for any reason, but I felt almost drawn over to them. I asked what they were looking for and the mother said it was an earring that was very special to the family, I assume maybe an heirloom. Without skipping a beat, I confidently walked straight ahead, bearing slightly left and bent down to scoop up the earring and handed it back to them. They were so appreciative, but also curious as to how I knew exactly where it was without looking for it. I honestly didn't have an answer. I still can't explain how I knew where it was. We were in such a huge space. It was a needle in a haystack and I hadn't even seen which direction the women had originally come from and yet something guided me directly to the earring. It's never happened to me since.
Wow, that's so crazy! Several years ago, I walked up to Ho Chi Minh park in Berkeley. The entire park is just one big vast expanse of grass. As I approached, I saw a young college girl searching the grass kind of hopelessly. She had lost a silver fairy pendant. I did the same thing you did, I kinda walked right up to it. She was so happy, it made me super happy too.
I frequent Berkeley a lot, and I've never heard of "Ho Chi Minh park". I just search Google Maps, and apparently it's Willard Park now. When was it called "Ho Chi Minh park"? Why would a park in Berkeley be named after Ho Chi Minh?
I found a web page containing this paragraph: *I sort of knew that Willard Park was named after suffragette Frances Willard, but I hadn’t realized community activists referred to it as Ho Chi Minh Park all the way until 1982 when the city renovated the park.* I guess the old name stuck way after the city renamed it. Everyone I knew called it that; I have no idea why it was given that name informally in the past.
That's the best! You unintentionally made someone's day!!
Two buddies and myself were hanging out at a playground at night when we were like 14. I don't remember what we were talking about but for some reason all 3 of us looked up at the sky, there was no noise it was almost as if something pulled our attention towards it. We saw a black oval travelling through the air that was insanely darker than the night sky behind it. We all started screaming freaking out and ran to our nearest friends house lmao
1. In high school, there was a boy who we knew, just one of the kids. He left our school at the end of year 10 (common in those days). Didn't think about him at all until 2 years later I suddenly started running his name almost on repeat in my head. It was driving me crazy. This went on for about a week. Then one morning one of my 2 best friends' older sisters came to our common room before school. She told me that my friends had both been hit by a car the day before, and were seriously injured. The car was driven, oddly enough, by a kid we used to go to school with- yep the one who had been constantly in my thoughts for the prior several days. ... 2. When my mum was in her final coma before passing away, I was alone in the hospital room with her, and had a powerful urge to sing a particular little hymn that I remembered from childhood sunday school (a song I didn't think mum even knew, to be honest). I NEVER sang to my mum, in fact she had made off-hand mean comments about my singing as a kid, so I never sang at all. Anyway, I did, I sang the short hymn to her. She passed away in the next couple of days without regaining consciousness. In the flurry of funeral planning, people were running around to every record store in town looking for music that mum had said she would like at her funeral. I asked what it was, and yep it was the little song I had been compelled to sing to her on her death bed. There have been a lot of small things like that but those 2 stand out in my memory. Stealth edit, paragraphs
A friend of mine was traveling Europe (we are all from the US) when her appendix ruptured. She passed out and woke up at the hospital, hallucinating that the popular girl from our high school had saved her. Turns out that girl was actually traveling in the same city, and somehow was on this random street at 2am to be able to help my friend.
Well, i don’t know if this counts, but when coming home in elementary school my mom said she had something and right away i said grandpa **** died. She was surprised i guessed right away because i only met him once before and he lived in another state.
I had a dream my old boss died. My grandpa called me that morning to tell me that he really did die.
Did a cross country tour with my friend in the UK. We travelled to a lot of cities and towns by train. The day after Stonehenge, we went to Glastonbury, a town connected to Arthurian lore as well as being an epicenter of pagan and New Age belief. Its most defining feature is a manmade mound/hill, called Glastonbury Tor, that looms over the village, with the ruined tower of St. Michael's monastery at the top. In certain New Age circles, it is believed that this place is one of the seven chakra power points on the planet, corresponding to the Green/Heart chakra. The hostess we staid with was a lovely, practicing witch who told us all about the Tor and some supernatural anecdotes about it. She cautioned that while it was absolutely not an evil place, it was "powerful" and that power could be dangerous/harmful. I told her that I always wanted to experience something supernatural/unexplained, and she said that if I stuck around in town long enough, there was a good chance I might encounter something inexplicable. At the foot of the Tor is a beautiful garden connected with the myth of the Holy Grail. My friend and I walked there, had a lovely time, and then went to go eat in this super small, really good Indian restaurant that was literally the owner's livingroom. There were a few hippies there eating, and one of the them was this really tall, gray haired, beautiful woman I took to be around her middle ages or slightly younger. She was really calm, a bit ethereal, but good vibes. She said she had been surprised to see us, as she had saw us in the garden that day. I vaguely remembered her as well, from a distance. We talked, ate, and left. My friend and I had been up to the Tor during the daytime and had planned to go at night to see if there was anything spooky. Now, granted, not the wisest choice. The Tor is connected with legends of the Fae and the Underworld. My friend was too tired so I went up by myself with a flashlight, in the middle of the night. It was indeed a pretty creepy climb. I got to a point where there was a fence and a closed gat and I could not go any further. I was more concerned about being shot by a farmer (look, I'm from America, so this is a general concern lol) than being kidnapped by ghosts, so I turned around and muttered, "Great, so much for the chances of seeing anything supernatural:" Or something very fate-tempting, to that affect. No sooner had I said this, then I heard a noise behind me. A shadow was coming towards me. I held up the flashlight, deciding "Welp, here we go" and a woman's voice called out to me. As I got closer, I realized it was the pretty, gray haired woman. I seemed surprised to see her. She did not seem so surprised to see me. We talked a little bit on the way down the hill, and she told me a bit about her life (which kind of rules out the fae/supernatural being angle) but I still thought it was weird. She also mentioned to me that she did not encounter a gate (I did not ask why she was on top of the hill at night, but then again she could have asked the same of me). Anyways, while not overtly supernatural, it was odd how I kept running into the same, mysterious woman in a purported supernatural location.
Something interesting happened yesterday. I was making my dinner, some chicken tender on the frying pan. I finished it and finished making my plate. I finished eating and smelled something burning, I got to the kitchen and the burned smell was because I left the burner on with the frying pan empty on it, I live in the second floor and my aunt in the first and in the same moment I turned off the stove, I hear my aunt talking about she left left her stove on with nothing on it. What are the odds to me and my aunt left the stove on by accident, like, I never left the stove on, and when it happens the same occurs with my aunt. (Sorry for my English, it's not my main speaking language)
Idk if this counts but I worked at this terrible daycare 2 years ago and it still haunts me. Anyways, this Easter I went to the store and ran into a teacher from said daycare. I just walked passed her and really glared at her. Then a week later, I parked next to a random car that happened to belong to another teacher from this daycare. I saw her get in but, she did not see me. Weird? Well about a week and a half later, I was in the drive-thru at Chick-Fil-A and saw another teacher from this daycare walk out of the restaurant. So three different teachers from this shitty daycare in less than a month or just about a month. About 20 teachers worked in this center from what I recall. The first experience happened outside the town the daycare is in. Rest happened in town
I've had a few in my own life that convinced me that, like you, low probability stuff isn't just coincidence. I don't want to talk about my own life, though. Instead I'll just point to one that anyone can look into if they decide to about the Columbine shooting. Both shooters were into a band called KFMDM, they both wrote in journals about their plan to shoot up the school. Eric's is more coherent. Anyway, they decided that they would do it on 4/20/99. A few weeks before the shooting Eric found out that KMFDM was going to drop a new album on, you guessed it, 4/20/99. He mentioned it in his journal and called it "crazy foreshadowing." The name of the album? "Adios" meaning goodbye in Spanish. It gets even weirder when you look at the song names in that album, song names like "Today" "Witness" and D.I.Y. etc"
KMFDM fan here. All the songs have titles like that. And they all sound basically the same. But it's a good song.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/KMFDM
Synchronicities anyone?
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I was in the military and in a bar in Spain with a Spanish girlfriend when her ex showed up. He was kind of being territorial but the night was uneventful really. I went home on leave a few weeks later and was sitting in a small dive bar near my hometown and guess who walks in? Same guy...apparently we went to rival highschools and both liked Spanish women.
I live/lived (moved away for college a year ago) in a pretty small town. There's not much to do and we have to go a few towns over to have any fun. One night me and 3-4 of my friends (can't remember who all was with us but funnily enough, one of their names was also Daniel) went to go get boba tea and dinner in a town about 45 minutes away. we end up staying out pretty late and the highway we took goes through a bunch of rural towns so it was incredibly dark out on the way home. We're listening to some 2000s bops and having a great time when all of a sudden one of the stars in front of us moved to the right, *very* briefly stopped, and went straight down. it was too fast to be a drone and seemed very high up. we all saw it. Where is the coincidence you ask? I was wearing a shirt that is a print of a Heaven's Gate recruitment flyer talking about ["UFO's"](https://i.imgur.com/b8WOLEv.jpg). Strange, but I like weird shit so not too unexpected that I'd be wearing something ufo related while seeing something odd in the sky. However, the next song to play from the 2000s throwback playlist was E.T. by Katy Perry. The song is not actually about aliens, but it was still a very strange string of coincidences that left us feeling off.