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My wife, having recently resigned from her job and with time on her hands, was browsing the local online arts listings. 10 or 15 down, in the listings, was a model call from a body painting artist who wanted to make a book of photographs. She replied, he replied, at which point she asked my opinion of the venture. I said that at least I'd like to meet him first, so she arranged to meet the artist in a cafe.
The body painter's name, in the email, was John (NHBCTPTI). We arrived at the cafe. Walked in. My wife was definitely confused by my reaction when we caught sight of the artist:
In mid 1999 I lived in New York, opposite coast to where I am now. We live in the north of the bay area, about as far north as it is possible to be without making the city totally inaccessible. In early 1999, in Manhattan, I worked for three months at a small multimedia company which set up live broadcasts of music events on the web. There was an accountant/bookkeeper there called John. One and the same - we'd been friends, hanging out on a relatively regular basis. The company had gone through a series of buyouts, eventually ditching most of its staff summer of 2002. John and his wife had sat around for three months attempting to find work. His wife attended a wedding at a wine estate near the area we live; there was a great house for rent which seemed like a mansion for the price, compared to their brooklyn digs. They moved around Christmas. He had no idea I was out here, since we'd lost touch summer of 2000, and so we'd neither of us had any idea that we lived so close to each other. He certainly wasn't a body painter in those days, and I had not yet met my wife, who lived on the west coast. John and I had never discussed wanting to live in CA.
Think of the odds here for a minute. My wife replying to an anonymous ad online which corresponded to her arts interests roped me into meeting the artist because of (basically) my insecurity about the situation. I'd known John in another era of my life (having gone through a change of vocations, and having become married in the meantime), 3500 miles away. He decided to move to this area because of a wedding that his wife attended. He got into body painting because he decided to try a new avenue or artistic impulse while unemployed. This was his *first* time advertising online; this was my wife's *first* reading of the arts listings (at least, in several months.)
This has to be what Jung was talking about with synchronicity. What does it mean? Does it mean anything? Perhaps those of you who have a few decades of experience more than mine can tell me: is this the kind of thing that happens often to you? Or is it a statistically likely literally once in a lifetime coincidence?