Synchronicity has been somewhat absent on this trip until now. However, when it came, it was surprising and very intense. Meagan, a Vancouver friend who I am staying with in London, had forgotten her glasses, so I sat in a London black cab waiting while she retrieved them from the apartment where we have been staying.

I was thinking about 33 Belgrave Sq., which for years had been the headquarters for the Spiritualist Society of Great Britain, and which I intended to visit later in the day. Out of the blue, the cab driver began to speak.