Trolling through Google this morning, I discovered this interestingblogger's account of a moment of synchronicity he experienced when he accidentally stumbled upon a spell laid out for an acquaintance, a priest of the Santeria (Lukumi) religion:

Those dirty white doves lying by the curb alongside three little samurai hats made of coconut, their car-flattened heads some distance away -- they're not just some sick coincidence, a bored metalhead's idea of art or a Hot Topic teen's notebook dream rendered real. According to my neighbor, they're part of a spell meant to discredit him in the DC Santeria community and rob him of some of his prominence and prestige.

We stood out in the road together Friday night, six beers deep into the evening as he explained, flicking the dead doves around with a stick. "This is sloppy work"