I drove a taxi in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in the summer of 1974. I lived in the Back Bay area of Boston. One cloudy day, I was depressed and walked along Massachusetts Avenue. A light drizzle turned to rain. I took shelter in a covered bus stop. On the seat was a brand-new paperback copy ... Read More

A rainstorm helped me give a flower to Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. I lived with Robbie Sullivan in Santa Barbara with her twin boys, David and Alan. I drove taxi, pocketing enough money to send Robbie (some of you know her as The Light Bulb Crusher) to an August, 1971, Transcendental Meditation Teache... Read More

I experienced synchronicity as a child before knowing anything about Carl Jung, Richard Wilhelm, Paul Kammerer, Arthur Koestler, Ken Kesey, or Fu Xi. My first NUMINOUS memory of weather synchronicity occurred in 1961. I turned on the radio while driving on Highway 101 under stressful condition... Read More