To be honest, I'm a little spooked. Synchronicity (or Sirius perhaps) is gaining on me. It started subtle--simple coincidences of date numbers, names (e.g. August 2, 2000). But these meaningful connections began to mount the more I thought about them. As the days go by, the stream of imagery into my eyes seems to be organizing itself into steadily accelerating patterns of significance. It long ago passed the point where the scientific reductionist in me threw up his hands in bafflement...and awe (e.g. Cosmic Trigger). Perhaps if I'd only taken the number 23 more seriously when I first heard about it from Robert Anton Wilson, it might have occured to me to look at the date of my 23rd birthday more closely. But in actuality it wasn't until today that I learned of the extreme numerological significance of this day. In an email from my girlfriend:

From: Genery
To: Dan
Subject: Fwd: Embrace the Cosmic Moment. LAST TIME EVER IN HISTORY, Wednesday!!!!!!

hey love, check out this symmetry on your bday. I love you.
As the clock ticks over from 8.01pm on Wednesday, February 20, time will,for sixty seconds only, read in perfect symmetry 2002, 2002, 2002, or to be more precise - 20:02, 20/02, 2002. The last occasion that time read in such a symmetrical pattern was long before the days of the digital watch and the 24-hour clock - at 10.01am on January 10, 1001. And because the clock only goes up to 23.59, it is something that will never happen again.

Embrace your loved ones, think of them, your purpose in life, the
purpose of
BE in the moment

When co-incidence becomes about as commonplace as breathing, you begin to lose sense of the difference between synchronicity, deja vu, ESP and obsessive-compulsive neurosis. With a certainty I can not convey to you, dear Reader, I know that this day will be special in some acutely significant way. I've learned that prediction is usually futile, but I can imagine a few extreme possibilities:
  • I will die
  • my father will die (I just left his hospital room where he is slowly losing to a terminal illness)
  • I will experience a new state of consciousness
  • a combination of the above
At the very least, I will make some kind of breakthrough, if only because I've neurotically convinced myself that I will. But in the realm of self-transformation, is there really a difference?

And where were you when the Eschaton arrived?

Round the merry-go-raum we go,
There, oh there does all the time go?