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The Votive Church, Vienna – visited May 2016

Votive Church, Vienna

This church is famous because it holds the tomb of Count Niklas Salm (commander of Vienna in the first Turkish siege of 1529), transferred from the Church of St. Dorothy in 1878.

The church was constructed between 1856 and 1879 by Heinrich von Ferstel, when archduke Ferdinand Max wanted to show his gratitude when his brother, emperor Francis Joseph, survived an assassination attempt.


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St. Stephen’s Cathedral, Vienna – visited Sunday, 8 May 2016

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May 10, 2016 · 11:36

Synchronisity 1

Ecclesiastes 1:9  New International Version 

 What has been will be again,

 what has been done will be done again;
 there is nothing new under the sun.


The claim of Jungian spirituality is there is more to the Universe and to our personal experience than can be seen through the lens of science and comprehended by human reason.

 Despite our immense modern scientific knowledge — there remains much more about the universe that we do not know from our limited, human perspective.


The French writer Emile Deschamps claims in his memoirs that, in 1805, he was treated to some plum pudding by a stranger named Monsieur de Fontgibu. Ten years later, the writer encountered plum pudding on the menu of a Paris restaurant and wanted to order some, but the waiter told him that the last dish had already been served to another customer, who turned out to be de Fontgibu. Many years later, in 1832, Deschamps was at a dinner and once again ordered plum pudding. He recalled the earlier incident and told his friends that only de Fontgibu was missing to make the setting complete — and in the same instant, the now senile de Fontgibu entered the room


Viktor Frankl recounts in his Autobiography that one day he and his wife were walking through the streets of Vienna. They passed by a church they had long admired because of its Gothic architecture and were drawn in on a whim by some organ music they heard being played inside. But as soon as they entered the sanctuary, the music stopped, and the priest began preaching about — of all possible things — the godless writings of one Viktor Frankl.

He writes:

The priest preceded to tear my book to shreds. Later, I introduced myself, a bit worried that this encounter might give him a heart attack. He certainly had not expected that I would be present. How many minutes had passed from my birth up to that sermon, up to the point of our visit to the Votive Church for the first time? How minuscule the chance that I would enter at exactly the moment when the priest mentioned me in his sermon?

I think the only appropriate attitude to such coincidences is to not even try to explain them. Anyway, I am too ignorant to explain them, and too smart to deny them.


Once I was driving through a sparely populated part of Canada, and we stopped at a small diner for a bite to eat.  After our meal, I took our (then) small sons to the loo.

They had an annoying habit of going into a cubicle, locking the door, then crawling out under the space at the bottom.

In my best “Kelvinside accent”, I reprimanded them and told one of them to crawl back under the space and unlock the door, as it would be unfair on other customers “in a hurry”

As I said this, a guy standing at one of the urinals turned round and asked “Hey, Jimmy (all Glaswegians are “Jimmy”) whit part of Glesca are you from?”  (in a Weegie/Canadian accent)

It transpired that he had emigrated to Canada years before from Glasgow and before leaving  Scotland, had lived just a few minutes away from my parental home where I grew up.

And this in the middle of nowhere in Canada.




There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. 


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