A Higher Hand
Cultivating Synchronicity
Once upon a time, I was a sophomore at Lake Washington High School. In the spring, I took a quarter-long typing class as one of my electives. Every afternoon, we sat in the small classroom off the upstairs corridor and learned to type.
Each student had their own computer. This was a year before America Online made its official debut, so we weren’t yet tempted to surf the internet. We just diligently struck keys on our quest to become more proficient typers.
In front of us sat typing books. Looking back and forth between our keyboards and the pages, we learned to type out simple words and sentences. Beginning with the Home Row, we familiarized our fingers with the String Drill and Nonsense Words, before moving on to Metronome and Blind Typing.
I don’t know how many times I typed the standard ‘The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog,’ because it contained all twenty-six letters of the alphabet.
I challenged myself to improve my time on the Speed Test, typing ‘Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country,’ over and over and over.
I became obsessed with the 1-Minute Sprint, a high-pressure burst where the goal was hitting the maximum WPM (Words Per Minute) without making a single error.
But most interestingly, I chose to take my work home. This was not required. Many families didn’t even have a computer yet. But my mom had bought an IBM and a printer and set them up in what became our ‘Computer Room.’
Early in the quarter, I began receiving the impulse to take my typing books home from school. Why? I had no idea. I wasn’t getting extra credit. The teacher didn’t tell me to. I just felt the impulse to practice, so I followed it. Typing wasn’t even particularly exciting to me, though it was satisfying. So I brought my books home and sat in front of the IBM night after night, getting faster with each passing week.
At the time, I thought it was strange. Even I couldn’t understand why I would give myself extra homework. A class that finally didn’t assign homework, and yet I was giving it to myself? It was strange indeed, but I didn’t think too much about it. I just practiced every night until I could transcribe anything quickly and efficiently.
Years later, I began to practice the craft of writing. My gifts opened after a particularly painful breakup, and I found myself turning to the page. Wrapped up in a blanket on the couch in my apartment, words began spilling out of me unbidden. Stories emerged, poems took form. Writing became therapy, something that pulled me out of the darkness and turned my pain into art. I was captivated by the energy that moved through me, seemingly from a source beyond my mind. I was channeling something, practicing an art that would become one of my greatest loves.
Later, I was accepted into the Creative Writing department at the University of Washington. I went on to major in Creative Writing, and minored in Comparative Religion. My writing proliferated, and became a source of wonder and creative expression. I opened a portal into a realm of divine possibility, and I sat at its banks and practiced constantly.
When I graduated college and traveled to India for a year, I took a small laptop with me. My only responsibility (assigned to me, by me) was that I practice yoga and writing every day. And I did. Worlds poured out of me onto the page- poetry, prose, character sketches and essays. The more I wrote, the more I wanted to write. Writing was my connection to the Divine, a tool I used to channel the magic of the Unseen.
Decades later it occurred to me that my impulse to take that typing class was no coincidence. At the time, I wasn’t a writer. I loved to read, and I got A’s in English, but writing as creative expression didn’t come for many years.
Yet some part of me knew that writing was in my future (Source? Higher Self?), and nudged me to learn how to type. What else could explain a high school student’s desire to do homework that hadn’t been assigned? It made no sense, but the impulse was strong enough that I followed it.
And I’m so glad I did, because once the words began pouring out of me in my twenties, I was ready. I was typing 140 words per minute, considered ‘Elite’ by typing standards. In fact, as I discovered, only about 1% of the population types at this speed. My proficiency at typing was one skill I didn’t have to learn in order to transcribe my stories to the page. My ability to type was already locked and loaded.
That hit was one of countless I have experienced in my life. The support and brilliance of the Universe shows itself to me every single day. It manifests as instinct, inspiration, guidance and synchronicities.
This doesn’t make me special. It just means I know how to connect. And that connection allows me to co-create with an intelligent and generous Universe every day.
You have this capacity, too. The question is, do you know it? Are you tuned to the frequency of divine possibility? Or are you tuned to another station, getting a whole other set of information?
Over thirty years ago, the Universe was tending to the woman I would become today, long before I ever opened a laptop and wrote a story. That brilliant energy was weaving a web which would one day hold my self-expression.
What dreams does the Universe have for you? Are you co-creating those dreams consciously? Or are you sitting on the sidelines of your life, bitching about how unfair it all is? You can do that, but it’s not very fun. I prefer to be connected to a greater stream of life, flowing and expanding on purpose.
In that spirit, I am offering Synchronicity: The Free Masterclass ☎️🪄
I have been flirting with Synchronicity for a while, and now I’m ready to commit. Co-creating at this level is one of my favorite ways to experience life.
But the frequency of Synchronicity doesn’t belong to me. It is available to anyone who embraces the Great Mystery. Synchronicity reveals itself to those irrational garden-tenders who are willing to clear the weeds so their own divine blossoms may flourish.
And though Synchronicity can show up as a random, lucky ‘coincidence’- the out-of-the-blue phone call from someone you’ve just been thinking about, or the answer that drops in your lap right when you need it- it also plays out over months, years, and decades. Synchronicity appears at the precise intersection of preparation and divine timing. It is a phenomena we can participate in. And when we do, the manifestations that arrive are nothing short of breathtaking.
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Friday, June 12th, 12-2 pm PST. Replay available.
Love,
Sarah
