Silence.

The story of a synchronicity 2 years in the making.

part 1: written november 15, 2020

i had a dream a few months ago. every day since, the truth of it has become more and more clear in my life, to the point where i don't really want to talk or write much, or even listen to music on my downtime. i feel compelled to share now, mostly just to see what happens.

if it resonates, take it as a gift.
if it doesn't resonate, leave it.
you are free either way.

in the dream, i was speaking with a being. he was male and non-human but human-esque; in fact, he reminded me of a hindu deity, and with an air of authority about him that commanded my respect. i hesitate to say "authority" because of how our collective perception of that word has been poisoned by self-deifying narcissists. he had none of the trappings of these wannabe “authorities” — none of their grandiose posturing or demands for unearned worship.

no. he simply had an idea he understood deeply, and wanted to share it with me, because i was listening.

his communication came from a pre-verbal space, conveyed via clear feelings and direct understandings. it was the kind of telepathic communication my soul deeply and desperately craves, but only seems to find in the company of non-humans. despite all my writing accolades, you might be surprised to find how much i resent words, resent speaking, and frequently wish to speak through pure feelings instead.

so that is precisely how he spoke to me. his teachings bypassed my cerebral and analytical mind entirely, and went straight to my center to be integrated.

rendering his teachings in words to the best of my ability, he said:

‘reality as you understand it is comprised of code, not unlike binary code. two components, not unlike 0 and 1, in varying combinations and permutations, make up everything you see, feel, taste, touch, smell and otherwise experience.

when contributing to the creation of reality, many tend to focus on the “1” — 1 being the substance, the words, that which is apparent.

what they forget, is that the silence in between the words and meanings — the “0” — is equally important in the creation of reality.’

i woke up with an urgent sense that i must never forget what he taught me, because it was important.
you might even say too important for words. 🙊

i’ve been reflecting on this lesson ever since, and making more room for silence in my life.

i realize now, how often i use noise to distract myself from something i don’t want to be conscious of — like just how many of my thoughts are useless and automatic, when they could instead be chosen with care.

i realize the consequence of too much noise — especially noise that comes from the tv or internet, which, when internalized, can act like a force that hijacks your consciousness to create its preferred reality through you, as we are now seeing on an unprecedented scale.

i once heard an artist say: “because of technology, we don't develop telepathy.”
make of this what you will.

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part 2: written december 31, 2022

in august, i synchronistically connected with someone i share many resonances with. we’re both musicians with close birthdays, many planetary conjunctions in our natal charts, a similar spiritual perspective, etc.

he felt very strongly that he should introduce me to his best friend, a Vedic astrologer. let’s call him T.

so we gathered on a skype call and dove right in to one of the most luminous, mind-blowing, awe-inspiring conversations about astrology i’ve ever had. unlike most astrologers, T wasn’t reading my chart — he was reading my energy! through the screen he started intuitively rattling off details about me that he couldn’t possibly have guessed, like specific injuries i sustained throughout my life, obscure interests, family dynamics, past spiritual practices, and so on.

at one point, T confidently observed: “you love silence!”

“yes,” i replied.

then he said that, based on my moon nakshatra, my guru-deity would be Dakshinamurthy.

i’d never heard that name, so i asked T who that was.

he explained that Dakshinamurthy was a hindu deity who taught in, and about, silence.

immediately, i knew it in my soul: the being from my dream 2 years ago — who telepathically “spoke” in silence about silence — was Dakshinamurthy!

i described the dream to T, whereupon he laughed and proclaimed with a big smile, “congratulations! you’ve been initiated in a dream by your guru!”

the moment had the characteristic intensity of a life-changing synchronicity, where it suddenly became clear all at once why certain events had played out the way they did:

why i’d felt that the dream needed to be written down,
why i’d been led to this musician,
and why he introduced me to this astrologer… who brought clarity to a dream i’d had 2 years prior without even knowing about the dream!

it was definitely one of those “you’ll never convince me reality isn’t magickal” moments.

i love a good synchronicity. :)

may these musings on the function and value of silence — and the wonders of synchromysticism — be as beneficial for you as they have been for me.

and here’s further reading, if you’re curious: the attitude of silence