The Ringing Gong of Synchronicity - How Walter Kirn, Jefferson Morley, RFK Jr., and a Story about Lee Harvey Oswald Converged to Make an Interesting Day

So, as I mentioned yesterday, it was my birthday.

And there were presents.

One was yet another coffee tumbler from the same person whom I wrote about yesterday. Clearly, when my name comes to their mind, they see a coffee tumbler. At last count, there were eight sitting in the cupboard, all rarely used.

Two days before the actual day, my oldest gifted me with a “One Size Fits Most" super-hooded snug-gee that swallows me up whole and sheds blue fuzz onto my relatively new white sofa. It’s just like hers, except mine is royal blue. I’m good with it.

I own a lint roller.

My husband led me down the stairs and into the dining area, pointing to what looked like a piece of camping equipment, all zipped up in its army-green canvas carrier. My first thought was, “Where am I going to store that?!” It didn’t matter what it was. What mattered was that all the closets are full and it certainly won’t fit with my décor.

Here is a contrast in images. On the left, how my husband apparently sees me. And on the right, how I prefer to see myself.

Cautiously optimistic, I unzipped the carrier and out popped a Tommy Bahama super folding chair, the purpose being for my reading, praying, and writing comfort while out on the back patio. Of course, it doesn’t go with the outdoor furniture already fen-shui-placed in the corner of the garden.

“I also got you this,” he said as he handed me a neatly folded newspaper wrapped in cellophane. “It’s a subscription.”

COUNTY HIGHWAY Vol. 2 Issue 3 November December 2024

My heart soared with delight! Intending for months to cough up the cash and get a subscription, I hadn’t mentioned it to my husband, which made his act of clairvoyance a doubly joyful surprise.

“This is Walter Kirn’s newspaper!”

Walter is a recent discovery for me. He does a weekly (and sometimes more often) podcast with Matt Tiabbi. Like freshly sharpened knives, his meta observations cut through my stale notions and open my eyes to new ways of seeing; ways that resonate. I’m guessing we’re about the same age, so his point of reference is very similar to mine. And now he’s filling in some of the gaps for me.

So that’s exciting.

But that’s not all! I immediately noticed one of the cover story headlines.

OSWALD AND THE CIA

The CIA knew exactly who Lee Harvey Oswald was

Okay … I’m thinking this is crazy. Why would one of the lead stories be about Lee Harvey Oswald and the CIA?

I’m feeling a little synchronicity is in play (Jung’s, not The Police). Not that long ago, I discovered that a 10^th great-grandfather of mine is also the 8th great-grandfather of Lee Harvey Oswald, making Oswald my second cousin, three times removed.

Yes, it’s disturbing. Especially given my own vivid recollections of the day JFK was assassinated. Yet ... intriguing, right? Having become addicted to researching my family line, for good reason, I'm always looking for more on Oswald, and a deeper understanding about what happened that day.

But that’s not all. Along with feeling overly responsible for everything bad in life, I’ve wanted to send RFK Jr. a little note of apology for what his family went through when and after JFK was assassinated. It’s a ridiculous notion, but it has crossed my mind. I like listening to RFK Jr. talk, given his command of the historical facts around NATO and Russia and all the shenanigans of the 1960s warmongers working to undermine his uncle’s and father’s efforts. He was there. He paid attention. And he remembers a great deal.

Again, I looked at the newspaper more closely, reading the header listing of key articles contained in the issue.

Robert F. Kennedy Jr. remembers his Mom, pg 15.

Okay, something’s up, right?

First, my husband reads my mind and gives me a subscription to something I’ve wanted for a long time.

Second, there's a front-page article about Lee Harvey Oswald.

Third, tugging on my manufactured sense of guilt about what my distant cousin allegedly did in 1963, I notice that the man to whom I would like to extend my regrets has written what turned out to be a beautifully written piece about his mother, Ethel Kennedy.

What does all of this mean?

It means that even though my husband doesn’t appear to “get” me, he actually does. Only he could somehow take note of an obscure “want” of mine, find it, make it happen, and then give me a gem of a newspaper subscription along with what has already proven to be the perfect reading and writing chair.

Sometimes I think he might know me better than I know myself.

Today I read for hours.

First, the article about Oswald and the CIA. A stunning and robust work of research and analysis by Jefferson Morley.

I also started reading RFK Jr.’s article. It is surprisingly well-written. Why wouldn’t it be? He’s a lawyer, he’s a Kennedy, and he’s a clear-thinking person, at least when I’ve listened to him. Anyway, it’s a great article. I would have liked hanging out with his mom.

The County Highway newspaper is about 20 pages in total, but it will take me at least a month to read it all, re-reading some of the articles several times. The depth takes you in, doesn’t let you go, and feeds the appetite for substantial thought.

It also feels amazing to hold an actual newspaper and not have the urge to skip ahead to the next link on the screen.

Thanks, dear husband.

Thanks, Walter Kirn.

Thanks, Jefferson Morley.

Thanks, RFK Jr. (and I’m sorry for your many losses).

And special thanks to the source of all synchronistic experiences; experiences that I consider a type of personal communication.

Psalm 32:8