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		<title>By: Carol</title>
		<link>http://holistic-personal-development.com/2007/12/10/synchronicity/comment-page-1/#comment-43504</link>
		<dc:creator>Carol</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 02:34:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Synchronicity is amazing.  I enjoyed your stories.
Here are a couple of mine.
Both events happened on my way to India one year apart.  In the first story I sitting in the waiting room between flights in Milan, Italy on my way to Bombay where I was to spend a couple of days with someone I had met in Canada named Jay Prakash.  This person is the only person that I know in Bombay.  I was sitting in the waiting room beside a woman and after a while we got talking.  I thought her accent was French and she had red hair and light skin.  After a while she asked me where I was going and who I was staying with in Bombay.  I laughed and said, you wouldn&#039;t know this person if I told you.  Jokingly I said, do you know Jay Prakash?  She said, yes, he&#039;s my uncle!

In the next story I was in Delhi airport at 3:00 am waiting for a connecting flight to Ahamdebad.  I was standing next to a woman and we started talking.  She was studying in India in Hydrabad, but she was from Tajikisthan.  I said really?  Tajikisthan.  Well, I only know one person who ever went to Tajikisthan.  A good friend of mine from Canada named Chuck Elsey.  She said, oh my goodness, he was my English teacher in the university.  She came from a really remote area of Tajikisthan that you had to travel by donkey for two days to get to.  My friend Chuck had gone there to teach English for a few years.  When he came back to Canada he had brought a bunch of students back with him to see Canada.  (They were crazy about him).  After being in Canada for 3 weeks he suddenly felt a bit sick, checked himself into the hospital, and was dead the next day.  The shocked students attended his funeral.  The woman that I met in the airport also knew this story.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Synchronicity is amazing.  I enjoyed your stories.<br />
Here are a couple of mine.<br />
Both events happened on my way to India one year apart.  In the first story I sitting in the waiting room between flights in Milan, Italy on my way to Bombay where I was to spend a couple of days with someone I had met in Canada named Jay Prakash.  This person is the only person that I know in Bombay.  I was sitting in the waiting room beside a woman and after a while we got talking.  I thought her accent was French and she had red hair and light skin.  After a while she asked me where I was going and who I was staying with in Bombay.  I laughed and said, you wouldn&#8217;t know this person if I told you.  Jokingly I said, do you know Jay Prakash?  She said, yes, he&#8217;s my uncle!</p>
<p>In the next story I was in Delhi airport at 3:00 am waiting for a connecting flight to Ahamdebad.  I was standing next to a woman and we started talking.  She was studying in India in Hydrabad, but she was from Tajikisthan.  I said really?  Tajikisthan.  Well, I only know one person who ever went to Tajikisthan.  A good friend of mine from Canada named Chuck Elsey.  She said, oh my goodness, he was my English teacher in the university.  She came from a really remote area of Tajikisthan that you had to travel by donkey for two days to get to.  My friend Chuck had gone there to teach English for a few years.  When he came back to Canada he had brought a bunch of students back with him to see Canada.  (They were crazy about him).  After being in Canada for 3 weeks he suddenly felt a bit sick, checked himself into the hospital, and was dead the next day.  The shocked students attended his funeral.  The woman that I met in the airport also knew this story.</p>
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		<title>By: Gamy Rachel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Gamy Rachel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 15:02:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Very interesting read, Greg

I have stumbled your post :)

Blessings
Gamy</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Very interesting read, Greg</p>
<p>I have stumbled your post <img src='http://holistic-personal-development.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Blessings<br />
Gamy</p>
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		<title>By: Rolling Stone&#8217;s Albums of the 1980s &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Synchronicity</title>
		<link>http://holistic-personal-development.com/2007/12/10/synchronicity/comment-page-1/#comment-898</link>
		<dc:creator>Rolling Stone&#8217;s Albums of the 1980s &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Synchronicity</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 01:25:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] SynchronicityMy wife and I experienced a synchronicity the other day. We were in Asheville, North Carolina walking to a restaurant when Maggie (my wife) remembered and started talking to me about an old boyfriend from her college days who grew up in &#8230;holistic-personal-development.com - http://holistic-personal-development.com [...]</description>
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