Signs and Synchronicity

As an avid student of Carl Jung, I'm frequently aware of synchronicity. Jung coined the term and explained what he meant in his book, Synchronicity, An Acausal Principle. He saw synchronicity as a meaningful coincidence of two or more events, important because of the timing. Beneath the veil of everyday life, Jung believed, as the quantum physicists now do, that everything is connected.

Like déjà vu, many writers have experienced synchronicity - a prime example is when someone recommends a book, not a common title of the day, but a more obscure book that you'd really like to read. Within a few days you spot it on a sale table or at a yard sale - staring you in the face, as if you were meant to read it - right now.
I experience synchronistic events in waves. There'll be dead times when it doesn't happen and others when it happens repeatedly day after day. Sometimes it’s pretty dramatic.
It's been a while since the signs were there, but they came back in force this week. Sunday, when it was a balmy 66 degrees, highly unusual for SC in February, after a successful writing session of 2,000 words on my WIP, Fireworks: Interference Equation, I went to the garden for balance. I raked leaves but had previously filled a pit that opened up a couple of years ago. So I considered hauling the leaves further away to another sinkhole area at the side of my house. But I was tired and dusk was coming so I didn't haul the wagonload to the sinkhole, just piled the load on top of the pile on the pit, hoping the coming rains would flatten it.
This morning I was doing research on indigenous natives of Australia for Fireworks. I found a great deal of info regarding the controversies over the aboriginal housing settlements near Alice Springs (Alice - the first sign, is one of the main characters in this book). The settlement endured a horrible situation when their sewage system collapsed and raw sewage backed up into most of their houses which the tribe rents from the government. The pipes are not well-maintained. I was shocked because the article called the area a fifth world situation, not third world and before this I had no idea of the plight of the resettled indigenous tribes.
This afternoon I had to call a plumber when my washing machine wastewater backed up into my shower. After four hours of snake lines, cameras in the pipes and digging, the diagnosis was a busted sewer line. Tree roots broke into either the iron pipe beneath the house or the clay pipe just outside of it. The prognosis was to the tune of $1500.00. Needless to say, as a writer who’s only been able to find part time real world work, I will be without running water, bathroom facilities, etc, etc. for a while.
The tree roots had broken the sewer line the sink hole. Two days ago, somewhere in my subconscious I made the connection with the month's worth of gurgling plumbing sounds, followed by the sudden back up of water in my shower with the depression in the earth on the side of my house. Before Sunday, I'd never considered using the sink hole as a compost area.
The connection with reading about Alice Springs was totally out of left field except for the timing - a meaningful coincidence.
I will now more fully be able to write about this topic from a firsthand perspective. Normally I wouldn't go this far in my research, but obviously the universe (or Jung's universal mind) thought otherwise.
Not quite the signs I was looking for. And even though I had a sleepless night last night, I'm trying to be philosophical,  - synchronicity works in mysterious ways.