That reminds in of a great paper in
this fascinating book, by a folklorist I'd never heard of called Barre Toelken who lived with the Navajo a while.
Apparently the people he was around were aware of a field of synchronicity that he wasn't clued into. He called it the 'moccasin telegraph'. His grandmother would visit unexpectedly, and people would show up wanting to meet her who could not possibly have known she was there. He would see people suddenly preparing to go on a trip for no reason, just saying 'maybe there's a
sing [curing ceremony] near Red Mesa...' and there would be. No phone calls, no maps.
What he realized was that this was nothing to do with intellectual sequence or counting, agreement to meet based on intellectual understandings of numbers of days. It was much more about the feeling of possibility and 'it being time' for things to 'just happen'. I think that's partly what holds the earth together personally, that deep knowledge.