Everything Is A Mirror: The Trainwreck


Here’s another example of how something can happen outside your life but “feel” like a reflection of a current issue you are facing. This is a matter of synchronicity, timing, and just a flash of intuition.

The recent Amtrak crash that killed 2 and injured scores of others had a particular meaning to me because I had taken that specific train—Train 91, the Silver Star, from NY to Florida—many times. In spite of the very long travel time and expensive sleeping car ticket, I chose to take the train over air travel because it felt “safer” to me.

To be clear, I always knew this was an irrational fear, with the statistics clearly proving the opposite of my conviction. But traveling by train just felt more…comforting. Perhaps some of it was purely a body-sense thing; the steady rhythm of the train chugging along, and of course it being so close to the ground.

But the last several times I took the Amtrak from NY to Florida, I noticed that, at least regarding the interiors, the vehicle was seeing more and more wear and disrepair. In my sleeping car, for instance, a lock wouldn’t work right, an armrest would pop off, the rubber by the handy sink/transforming toilet steadily rotting away.

And it started to really bother me; because this lack of attention to the damage and wearing away didn’t bode well for the rest of the train.

The last time I traveled to Florida—the armrest to my window detached and in my hand, a dried smear of what looked like ancient yellow wood glue on its underside—I had a very intuitive sense that this might *indeed* be the last time did so via train.

And this tragic accident last weekend sort of confirmed things for me; perhaps larger neglected infrastructure issues were to blame for this event, and another deadly crash only a few days before that. But it also illuminated a greater issue in my life.

I depended on the train for security and comfort. Perhaps, in a way, it was not as “evolved” a method of transportation as an airplane; but it worked for me. Until it stopped working.

How many other things in my life had I clung to for a similar sense of “security”? Which weren’t that secure at all? Which “took longer,” “cost more,” and were generally less convenient for me overall? Which might have had similar signs of stagnation and disrepair? And did I need to wait for a similar wake up call as the Amtrak train crash to come to that conclusion?

Or could I simply learn to recognize the metaphors—the world being my mirror—and be proactive about it?

Have you ever reacted to a particular incident in the news or something you observed with a feeling like it was almost a metaphorical “commentary” on your own situation? If you ever do get that deep intuitive feeling about it, do pay attention.

More to read about on Butterfly Language:
Everything Is A Mirror
The Incredibly Improbable Chance Of Your Existence
How True Intuition Works