I first heard about random number generators and confluence of consciousness in May 2006 on a deeply historical palm nursery a few kilometers west of Cairns, Australia.  I had just watched a bald geologist named Gonzo squeeze a strip of hash oil into a very intimidating looking joint. 

He finished telling us to prepare for a sudden and potentially botanically devastating starlight increase on winter solstice 2012, went silent while he concentrated on the rolling papers, smoked, exhaled, and started raving about left-handed quartz.

Clearly there's a connection to this.  If Gonzo had email, I'd forward it along.