One of the greatest benefits about writing this blog is going back through my archives to see what I was writing about the previous year, or the year before that, or the year before that, etc. I have a routine where I read whatever I wrote so that I don’t repeat myself, or so that I can pick up on something I was discussing in the past that I’ve resolved to revisit in the future.
What I often discover by looking back is that my focus on particular subjects, however, is something that recurs more often than not. I find the patterns that make me believe in the practice of astrology.
Today, for instance, I was scrolling through Twitter while drinking my morning coffee and trying to wake up my brain. I came across a Tweet by RuPaul linking to a documentary about Stock/Aitken/Waterman: the production company behind a zillion hits in the eighties and nineties for artists like Rick Astley and Kylie Minogue. I clicked the link and proceeded to watch a forty-five minute documentary on YouTube about the “Hit Factory.”
I was actually quite pleased with myself for spending my morning reacquainting myself with the music of my youth instead of reading the rambling, incoherent Tweets of Donald Trump. Then I clicked onto this site and went about my routine, searching the archives of my blog to see what I wrote about last year around this time.
That’s where things got weird. On April 24, 2018, I used a picture of Bananarama — a group whose biggest hits were with Stock/Aitken/Waterman — to illustrate a post about Venus: the name of Banarama’s most-memorable hit song. On April 25, 2018, I used a photo of RuPaul to illustrate a post about Mars, Pluto and the notion of transformation. Neither image had much to do with the planets themselves, but I guess that those were the things that I was thinking about at the time.
I’m sure that most people just shrug their shoulders or roll their eyes when I point out those sort of coincidences, but I can’t stop myself from seeing them as the patterns that define my life. What’s weirder is that this sort of synchronicity seems to ebb and flow in my life, much like the influence of the planets. Unfortunately, I have yet to discover an astrological influence that I connect to the concept of synchronicity.
Maybe I’m crazy, or maybe I’m just more perceptive than most people. In either case, I had a weird morning that bolstered my faith in my ability to understand the recurring patterns in my life. This happens far too much to make me believe that it is nothing more than coincidence.
It’s too bad that I can’t figure out how to use this talent to win the lottery . . .