If we dare to invoke them, events and people from what we call the future show up, to show us the way. Against all odds, a recovering boozer accidentally hacks spacetime. This isn't fiction: events recounted are biographical and should even baffle hardcore metaphysics enthusiasts. The mind might be a human shell-squatting entity, able to conjure up "divinely" orchestrated synchronicities that are yet to happen. When waves of mind bending synchronicities of astonishing accuracy came breaking around me, I engaged into systematic note taking, to make sense of them and to remember. It led to a carefully documented booklet that should leave readers with more questions than answers. I did it to leave a trace for the greater good of consciousness evolution, and hopefully, give faith to fellow experiencers to speak out.