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synchronicity

 

Noun

 

syn·​chro·​nic·​i·​ty | \ ˌsiŋ-krə-ˈni-sə-tē,

 

plural synchronicities

 

Definition of synchronicity

1

: the quality or fact of being synchronous

2

: the coincidental occurrence of events and especially psychic events (such as similar thoughts in widely separated persons or a mental image of an unexpected event before it happens) that seem related but are not explained by conventional mechanisms of causality —used especially in the psychology of C. G. Jung

 

 

  

Another memory that leaked back was one of my father forcing me to help him hide a body of a therapist he had "offed." I'd had recurring dreams about stuffing a carpet into a wall and plastering over it since I was young.  I never realized it was an actual memory until my meditation practice was improving.  I remembered him picking me up and taking me to my grandmother's house.  He made me help drag a body in the house and into the middle of a large, red, expensive looking rug.  Then rolled it up and put it back in the car.  We drove for a while in silence and where we finally stopped was at a two-story building still being constructed.  There was a space in the far back left corner where we stood the carpet on end and squeezed it into a crevice just big enough to fit the rolled carpet then covered it with a sheet of plywood.

There was someone else there waiting in a cement truck with a boom attached for us to move so he could pour cement over the carpet from above sealing it in the concrete.  My dad brought me to a quiet spot on the other side of the building and took out his gold pen he always had with him.  I remembered him clicking the pen six rapid times and saying I wouldn't remember this.  Little did I know this would be the first time I was exposed to hypnotic suggestions.  Through later investigating, I discovered some of the LSU law students were taught about hypnosis and my father was one.

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Release dateJun 2, 2021
ISBN9798201437756
Targeted Awakening A Novel Based on a Memoire: Targeted Awakening A Novel Based on a Memoire
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Eric J. Shadow

Eric J. Shadow is the author of the Targeted Awakening series and holds a B.S. in Business Administration from Louisiana State University. Bleeding purple and gold, he re-enrolled at LSU to make his career change into the medical field. His journey through his medical career has brought him from EMS to Emergency Departments and Intensive Care Units serving diverse patient populations allowing him to hone his skills. This diversity of patient types has also allowed him to converse and learn from numerous leading doctors in their specialty field.

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    Targeted Awakening A Novel Based on a Memoire - Eric J. Shadow

    Names and locations have been changed to protect individuals in this story with any similarities being mere synchronicities.

    synchronicity

    Noun

    syn·​chro·​nic·​i·​ty | \ ˌsiŋ-krə-ˈni-sə-tē,

    plural synchronicities

    Definition of synchronicity

    1

    : the quality or fact of being synchronous

    2

    : the coincidental occurrence of events and especially psychic events (such as similar thoughts in widely separated persons or a mental image of an unexpected event before it happens) that seem related but are not explained by conventional mechanisms of causality —used especially in the psychology of C. G. Jung

    SOURCE:

    https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/synchronicity

    Ch.1

    3-3-21 (FIRST JOURNAL entry)

    I need to get better with journaling and meditating too.  I’m laying in bed with the greatest dog in the world by my side.  Blue is my Weimaraner; my grey ghost.  I have no idea how I was so lucky to get him.  He is much darker than most weims, so loving, and so smart it’s scary.  He’s emotionally intelligent too! I remember before I picked him up, being worried someone might steal him, or somehow, for some reason he would be swapped for another weim.  Ridiculousness really, but the thoughts were still creating some anxiety about how I was going to keep him safe.  Then the memory came rushing back out of no where. 

    I was on stage with some former marine, his german shepherd, and Ms.  Sparrow.  I had been playing with the marine’s dog while Ms.  Sparrow told me I deserve a dog.  I was so excited! She asked what I was going to name him and what kind of dog he was.  Blue, I said and he’s going to be my grey ghost.  Then it crossed my mind and I asked, How do I know you won’t hurt him or swap him out with the Blue in the Alpha time line while I’m in the hospital? I’ll have a weakness for him. She told me they could dock an ear so I would know he was my Blue.  I told her, It would be simple to dock another dog’s ear just the same. I wanted Blue’s to look natural, like Mike Tyson got a hold of a piece of his ear.  Ms.  Sparrow just smiled at me nodding and then the memory faded. 

    As I lay here, I see the notch in his left ear in the perfect shape of my neighbor’s dog’s mouth.  I shivered, remembering how horrible that day was.  New Years eve 2017.  I heard him yelping and crying outside and I ran to the back door.  He came running inside crying and shaking his head when I felt the warmth hit me on my face and neck.  It was blood! As he shook, blood was flying everywhere and a lot of it.  I panicked thinking his neck was cut and I was about to lose my best friend.  Finally I saw the blood pouring from his ear and I put pressure with a towel from the kitchen.  I managed to stop the bleeding enough to drive him down the road to the emergency vet.  Blue had started bleeding again while we were being checked in.  They took Blue to the back and the Veterinarian eventually came to see me so he could explain what he was going to do with Blue.  He was going to put him under and stitch the ear but I had a choice to make.  I can dock his ears making them look the same or leave the dog bite and stitch him up.  I told him to leave the dog bite.  That I didn’t want him to have more pain by docking the other ear.  It was done and he is my Blue for sure.

    I found Blue through a breeder in Mississippi.  The breeders realized the good genes they had and the price had doubled for the next litter.  I wanted to get him a brother but that litter was too expensive.  I never had to train Blue or house break him either.  Even as a little puppy he went to the back door and pawed it to go outside.  I was amazed and Blue never used the bathroom inside to this day.  He picks up on patterns so quick too.  Ask him if he wants a treat and he runs to the milk bones.  Ask if he wants to brush his teeth and you get to see a sprint to his favorite treat, Oravet, with his entire back half wagging, nose snorting, and chuffing the entire time until he gets his chew.  When he brings a toy outside and forgets to bring it back inside I just tell him, like addressing a person, to get his toy.  He darts off passing any sticks, pine cones, or other toys, and grabs the one he brought out, turns and sprints inside the house.  Ask if he wants a bath and bam! He’s gone! Making it to his cot with tail tucked and sinks like a rock.  I do not force him to do anything and pretty sure he appreciates that.  Still feels like yesterday when he fit in my hand and according to him now, he absolutely still fits in my lap.  It hurts he’s so big but I love him too much to push that affection away.

    Blue has helped me feel alive again and realize there is a purpose to move on in life.  Thirty nine now and I still dream about the lady I lost after 4 years at LSU.  She had the most beautiful ocean eyes, amazing smile, and a personality to match her beauty.  Thing is, she understood me.  I was a wallflower, most extroverted introvert she probably knew.  Later I learned my personality type was INFJ after getting professional help for depression and was put through a battery of tests.  Google INFJ and you’ll read a 99.9% accurate description of me.  On top of that I was told I was an old soul by a number of different strangers I worked with through my medical career.  Jeanette was my soulmate and we spent every moment we could together with neither able to get enough of the other.  The love was deep, real, and we rarely fought. 

    Jeanette was accepted into nursing school. We were together four years strong and discussed her moving to New Orleans for school.  She seemed like she felt the way I did and the strength of our love would easily survive the small distance between us.  I had planned to apply to law school but we also talked about me changing majors to premed and going to medical school.  We had been discussing marriage, baby names, and even how many children we wanted.  I would mess with her telling her, I wanted 11 kids.  Enough to have our own football team.  She would always give me that unbelievable smile and a little laugh making my heart melt every time.

    She told me she didn’t want a family with both parents in medicine because of the hours.  It made sense to me at the time.  I would continue and graduate with a degree in business, but before I finished, I experienced what felt like the most devastating thing to ever happen in my life.  The long distance thing was going well or so it seemed to me.  Jeanette never had a complaint and was always happy to see me.  However, she didn’t realize how many people I knew in New Orleans and rumors were trickling back to me about her spending more and more time with a classmate.  I confronted her and she lied.  I already knew a good bit of details and when she realized everything I knew, she gave up the lie, just listened while I lashed into her, with occasional sobs creeping in.  I despise a liar and we ended up going separate ways.

    I could not believe the one and only person I loved and trusted with every ounce of my being had stabbed me in the back.  She obliterated my heart and soul.  I spent years numb, in a fog, dazed, and lost.  There are no words to describe the feeling of the void she left.  I did my best to move on.

    I ended up enrolling in an abnormal psychology class after listening to others talking about how interesting and fun the class was.  I was lucky enough to draw the new kid on the block straight out FSU as a teacher.  This woman totally sucked any possible enjoyment out of the course and had some serious expectations on the amount of work she wanted done outside of class.  The entire class ended up completely abrasive to her and she became so demanding.  She started burying us in homework so deep that I walked into the Psychology Department chairman’s office ranting about what this new kid was doing.  How the amount of work she was demanding was causing other courses to fall by the wayside and hurting everyone’s gpa.  This was the first he heard of the situation.  He listened intently and asked me flat out, What would you like to see happen with her? He completely disarmed me by making me feel this new kids career may hang on my answer to his question and I stuttered.  I managed a weak, I don’t know.  I don’t want to put her career on the line or anything like that.  I guess talk with her about relaxing or smoke some pot while drawing up her lesson plan. He got a kick out of that and started laughing.  He said he would do that and in the meantime encouraged me to capitalize on as many bonus point opportunities as possible

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