"The power of synchronicity is infinite", she said quietly in the dark room. Her soft voice was close and far away at the same time, distance unmeasurable in a space so small. I could feel the gravitational force pulling the two stone crystal chunk through my legs towards the center of the spinning earth. Gravity and love are invisible, both can be counted on as constants in the physical realm in which we dwell. The power of the line of gravity between the clear white purple crystal on my lap was a straight line almost 4,000miles long, there was nothing about the pull that was bending. Thoughts twist and spiral along with the unseen magnetic force reaching downward for the molten core creating a mental visual illusion of cause and effect. With both hands I push the rock off my lap and it crashes onto the wooden floor with a loud thud shaking the boards and my chair. The pull is gone, but if I ever need it again, I know how to get it back.
NC Center east of Petion Ville