Merely a Series of Unfortunate Coincidences? The Illusion of Synchronicity…Sorry for the Inconvenience…and now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

At approximately ten PM on July the 16th, my brother was pronounced dead in an Emergency Room approximately one thousand miles from my current home. He was two years younger than I.

In less than six years he managed to turn a five-bedroom French Colonial mansion into a landfill, starting with the second floor, which he occupied while my parents were still alive.

Alcoholism and poor judgment based on bad legal advice has rendered the entire estate uninhabitable and facing a sea of legal encumbrances that would prevent me from even taking my parents’ wedding album or my own high school yearbooks from the premises.

In less than seven months’ time since my mother passed away, the kitchen, dining room and front parlor will now require a hazmat team to clean up the mess he left, which in some places was knee-deep.

Power and water services have been disconnected. There is two feet of standing water in the basement.

We were forced to stay at a local motel.

After waiting nearly a week, I was still unable to make arrangements to have his ashes scattered over the graves of my parents, and was forced to leave to return to work.

My parents’ Lutheran minister seems to (correctly) suspect that my wife and I are Pagans, and insisted on being present to say a few words and prayers over my brother’s remains, although he was busy at a conference in St. Louis at the time.

It is my understanding that he still is in possession of his ashes.

My father died two years ago, and my mother passed away on December 30th of 2013. While we were there, I installed two solar powered carriage lamps to light their gravesite at night.

On the way home, I was struck by the question “Who will see the lights?”

It takes somewhere between twenty-four and twenty-nine hours to drive to my parents’ home…and the same amount of time to return.

The only resting or sleeping done in either direction consisted of short naps at designated rest areas or while Suki was driving and one meal not eaten in the vehicle enroute.

Several hours after my first day back at work, I was diagnosed at a local ER with a DVT, or Deep Vein Thrombosis in my left leg. It is potentially life-threatening.

A new miracle oral drug called Xarelto has allowed me to convalesce at home without the customary four-day hospital admittance with intravenous drug therapy and frequent blood tests.

My healthcare insurance provider does not cover this medication, which can cost as much as four hundred dollars per month on average. My employer is a prescription drug plan administrator.

The irony of the fact that many of the plans my employer administers for other providers are much more generous in terms of the coverage, or cost of co-payments and premiums than the policy provided to company employees is not lost in moments like these.

Fortunately, the manufacturer is providing it for free for the first month, and only five dollars per month for the next two months I will need to take it. It would also appear that my annual salary is low enough to qualify me for hardship benefits…really? Really?!?! …Yeah, really.

After a week of bed rest under the skillful care of both my wife Suki and the lovely and talented Anastasia, I am slowly returning to full health.

If you absolutely have to get sick, plan on doing it under the care of a nurse, or better still, two of them…(especially if they are close friends with each other)…the right nurses can make almost anything better, and these two could turn a disaster into a block party.

“Sic hoc ergo propter hoc” means literally “after this, therefore because of this”. It represents what is regarded in the scientific community as one of the commonest flaws of logic, which is to assume that mere juxtaposition somehow implies a relationship between two or more possibly unrelated events.

Synchronicity is a term coined by Carl Jung, who initially identified an “acausal relationship” between the simultaneous occurrence of two or more unrelated psycho-physic phenomena.

Jung and his associates later noted, however that our ability to perceive meaning, portent or omen in the simultaneity of the events allows us to assimilate unconscious materials”, thereby encouraging us to experience a renewal and vitalization of our unilateral personality. In this way, our sentience enables us to construct order out of chaos.

This is a process well-known to both the Chinese (I Ching, Consulting the Oracle of Changes) and the aboriginal peoples of what is now called North America, whose shamanistic traditions divined meaning and direction from occurrences within the natural world.

As unfortunate and sad as the recent series of events are, they are hopefully merely a series of unfortunate coincidences. They were replete with enough foreshadowing and ominous portents to fill up any novel by Nathanial Hawthorne or Theodore Dreiser.

Were I so inclined, I could spend the rest of my life waiting for “the other shoe to drop” and in the process miss whatever joyous opportunities await, barring superstition and fear.

On the other hand, those of us who are inclined to believe in the in the interconnection between the finite physical world and the more elusive and occult ethereal worlds do have the opportunity to reflect, if you will, on the interconnection of all things, even in the midst of random chaos.

I have missed you all these past four weeks…although it would appear that nobody noticed I was gone….

As my heath returns, I will be doing my best to make up for lost time, despite the fact that the expression is in itself an oxymoron.

I have been told that some of my more charming attributes are my irreverence, glib facetiousness, and affectionate preoccupation with anarchy and the self-determinism of lawless disregard for other people’s rules, and this trip was no exception. It was in part a journey into the heartland of America (or the Heart of Darkness), as well as an opportunity to skylark in the midst of loss and sorrow.

Somewhere between the extremes, illumination awaits us.

You be the judge.

As soon as I consult my advisors as to how to tell the story without subjecting myself to incarceration for any number of possible felonies that might be construed as to having been committed, I will be sure to share it with you.

…and now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

 

 

 

 

8 Responses to “Merely a Series of Unfortunate Coincidences? The Illusion of Synchronicity…Sorry for the Inconvenience…and now back to our regularly scheduled programming.”

  1. Dear C,
    Happy to see you back writing.. Now that you’re feeling better lets get back to business with the next installment of THFWS.
    XoXo
    ~A 💋
    http://astraltravler.wordpress.com/2014/08/15/%F0%9F%8F-very-inspiring-blogger-award-%86%F0%9F%8F/

  2. All things familial are laced with complicated emotion; animosity interweaves with affection, tenderness with resentment. Navigating the grief of the loss of blood relatives is as perplexing as it is problematic. And you have been hit by multiple losses, in short succession.

    I am sorry for your loss. I know the words do not help, but I say them anyway, and I mean them. I am truly sorry.

    DVT is often not caught until too late. I’m glad you were diagnosed quickly, and therefore able to be treated. Affordably, even. (I’m a glass-half-full kind of gal, you know. 🙂 ) You’re lucky to have such a dynamic duo to watch over you while you recover.

    • Well, I’m an ex-medic and diagnosed myself and went to the ER ASAP.
      I am perhaps the luckiest guy in the world, and out of my misfortune, have been blessed to have my eyes opened to recognize this.
      Thanks for the reply. I always enjoy hearing from you.

  3. A strange coincidence – about half a year after the death of my father, I got a deep vene thrombosis, too. Fortunatly, we have a good health care system in Germany and the take all the costs for medicine exept 5 Euro for a case.
    I got for some weeks a intra-musculus (?) therapy and later a kind of rat poison. It makes the blood more fluid, and I have to take it as long as I live. My father took it for 40 years, until he died.
    Additionally I have compressions stockings. (Sorry if the English term is not correct, I do my best.)
    This was 2007, and I feel well, so don’t be worried.
    The only thing: remember:
    In German we say the two “l” are good and the two “s” are not so good here: liegen und laufen – to lie and to go are good, sitzen and stehen – to sit and to stand are bad (in case it is long).

    I wish you best health, and I also read your thoughts about philosophy.

    A strange thing that rat poison helps as medicine (in a clean form, of course)

    • Thanks for the comments and support…I was prescribed Xarelto…What an improvement over Warfarin and Coumadin (the “rat poisons” to which you alluded). I had to fight for over a month to get my insurance to pay for it…It’s interesting that you knew abut the origin of Warfarin…an accidental discovery…Your English is pretty good…I admire that…I can speak a little of a few languages, but to write in a foreign tongue is a real accomplishment.

  4. I was saddened at the thought of you writing these words, “I have missed you all these past four weeks…although it would appear that nobody noticed I was gone… ”
    Your rply to my “bare” post made me want to re-read some of your posts about your parent dying and then I saw this too.
    I wanted to read your words because I thought they held some of the same things my bare post did and that was a reason why you connected to it. My Mom was- had been on her slow way out during this posting of yours and I was distracted but you aren’t “missed” by me. You are anticipated. Intent reading takes a space of calmness with your content that makes me think so I can’t read and respond quickly unless i just want to blow smoke up your @$$, and I can only do that well in fun, : ) not for real. Ha! All that said, I forgot my point. I’ll go look for it.

    • I hope there was some solace in my words…I need some time to reply to your reply and it is time for me to go to work. In the meantime, I wish you well in your own struggles.
      XO,
      Chazz

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: