A Synchro Encounter on the Road

 

Traveling is a great time to experience synchronicities.

When you venture forth on a journey, a trek that takes you out of your normal routines and concerns, your consciousness has greater freedom to explore. Your comfort zones are gone, your kitchen, your bed and your pillow are memories. You’re in new, unfamiliar territory and must confront who you are.

Jane Clifford recently returned from a remote valley in Shropshire, Wales, where she has visited for 20 years. Her friend’s cottage is just below Offas dyke path, a Bronze Age construction that meanders for 177 miles. While driving there, still half an hour away, a radio program came on about Offas dyke and its significance. It’s considered an incredible feat of engineering from pre-8th century Britain. The path atop the dyke was called one the ten best wall walks in the world, ranking up there with the Great Wall of China.

When Jane travels, it seems that mysterious things happen and synchronicity flourishes. Her recent trip was no different. She had dinner one night with a family she had visited many times. The man of the house is a self-made multimillionaire, and she has always found him kind, thoughtful and generous. We’ll call him Clifford, since Jane prefers not to use his real name.

“He has had healing with me and a clairvoyant reading, which accurately predicted that he would marry and have two children, which he now has.” Jane notes that she predicted the wife would not be the woman he was dating at the time, and she was right.

“He turned up with a bottle of wine and sat down next to me. Whilst he was actually greeting me, I was wondering if he had remembered the predictions. He leaned toward me, his face close to mine, and asked how I was. To my astonishment, his features shape-shifted and staring at me was the devil, red eyes and horns. The entity bared its teeth, as if guarding some hidden knowledge and denying access, even though I wasn’t seeking such access.

“There were no drugs or alcohol involved. This entity held my gaze quite steadily. I was shocked, taken by surprise, but not afraid. It was shocking to me because I thought the man was a regular nice guy. However, maybe to make so much money so fast, one’s shadow has to be ruthless. Yet, when chatting about business I have known him to be quite kind, so I had not seen this ruthlessness. I remain puzzled by the experience.”

Jane said she wasn’t afraid because she realized it was just a movie, an altered reality, an expression of the man’s shadow. “It was also like a kind of test to see if I would steadily hold the light and not give way to fear. The experience was very strange indeed and I shall keep my psychic protection up whenever I meet him again.”

The synchronicity here is that twice earlier in her life she had demonic-type encounters with two other men, both named ‘Clifford.’ Not only was that a meaningful coincidence for her, but that same name pops up regularly on her cell phone screen and she can’t remove it. “It has been stuck there for years and I never call him and I can’t seem to get the name off the screen. Neither can my technologically savvy children.”

Jane wrote back later and said that after writing the e-mail about ‘Clifford,’ she tried to remove the name again from her phone…and this time, to her amazement, it disappeared. Maybe she just needed to release the energy by writing about it.

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Oklahoma disaster synchro

A mangled vehicle outside of Moore, Ok

Whenever there is a major catastrophic event that catches our collective attention, synchronicity seems to follow. We’ve reported on such global synchros in the past, the most recent was the Boston bombing in which most victims literally had their legs cut out from underneath them. Among them were brothers and newly weds. Legs, of course, are what power the marathon runners.

So what about this new disaster, which at this writing is still in its early stages. We don’t know yet what the death and injury total will be or the extent of property damage.  But the Moore, Oklahoma storm is already being called the biggest tornado to ever hit the United States.

At this point, the most obvious synchronicity is a political one…an ironic trickster synchro. That’s because both Oklahoma senators – Jim Inhofe and Tom Colburn – are fiscal hawks who have repeatedly railed against federal spending for disasters…in other areas of the country.

Both backed a plan to slash disaster relief to victims of Hurricane Sandy. In a December press release, Colburn complained that the Sandy Relief bill contained “wasteful spending,” and identified a series of items he objected to, including “$12.9 billion for future disaster mitigation activities and studies.”

In 2011, both senators opposed legislation that would have granted necessary funding for FEMA when the agency was set to run out of money. Sending the funds to FEMA would have been “unconscionable,” Coburn said at the time.

Now they are both in an awkward position – as contorted as the vehicle above. But that hasn’t deterred them in the past when both rallied for federal funds for Oklahoma. The Huffington Post notes that in January of 2007, Coburn urged federal officials to speed disaster relief aid after the state faced a major ice storm.

A year later, in 2008, Inhofe praised emergency funds from the Department of Housing and Urban Development would be given to 24 Oklahoma counties. “The impact of severe weather has been truly devastating to many Oklahoma communities across the state. I am pleased that the people whose lives have been affected by disastrous weather are getting much-needed federal assistance,” he said.

So watch these senators call for immediate federal aid to Oklahoma tornado victims – which they deserve – but then add that the aid should be paid for by slashes in the federal budget in other areas. Such as…aid to disaster victims in other parts of the country? And watch how their fellow fiscal hawk Republicans, who voted against aid for Hurricane Sandy victims, react now. Will they hold firm against federal aid when two of the own party call for help?

The trickster strikes again.

 

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Is This the New Normal?

 

The massive two-mile wide tornado that tore through Moore, Oklahoma is being called, at the very least, an EF4, with winds between 166 and 200 mph. It devastated  entire neighborhoods, homes, and at least one elementary school, where 75 people had taken refuge in a hallway, most of them third graders.

The geography in the videos resembles a war zone of twisted metal and rubble.

This storm is being compared to the May 3, 1999 tornado that also hit this area and was determined to be the most intense tornado on record. Here and here for other stories on this tragedy.

Here is a comparison between the two tornados, compiled by the National Weather Service.

It’s difficult to imagine this kind of devastation, much less to be in the midst of it.

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Extraterrestrial Life…or not

In the old days, the Church torched philosophers who dared to suggest that there was life elsewhere in the universe.  Things changed in the 18th century during the Enlightenment when it seems there was actually a greater belief in life on other planets by scientists than there is now. Today, mainstream scientists gang up on scientists who find micro-biotic life in meteorites.

But I’m getting ahead of myself….

I was reading an article on-line from the Washington Post that cast doubts on the existence of extraterrestrial life anywhere in the universe to say nothing of UFOs and aliens here on Earth. While reading,  Trish arrived home with a copy of the June/July issue of Open Minds Magazine. She laid it on the kitchen table open to an article headlined: “Will Mainstream Science Ever Accept Evidence of Extraterrestrial Life?”

So that was a synchro for me – two ET articles coming together at about the same time, both dealing with the same question from opposite perspectives.

The Post article, entitled “The Fear that Drives our Alien Belief,” asks us: “What is it about UFOs that drive so many people to believe they exist despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary?”

According to a 2012 National Geographic poll, 36 percent of Americans believe aliens have visited earth. Yet, as one scientist wrote in a letter to the late UFO researcher and Harvard prof John Mack, such visitations “contradict virtually all of the basic laws of physics, chemistry and biology on which modern science depends.”

Meanwhile, the Open Minds article starts off in the opposite mode, “Reputable scientists have conducted multiple studies that suggest the existence of extraterrestrial life, but the mainstream scientific community refused to accept those claims….One wonders what it will take for the mainstream scientific community to accept evidence of extraterrestrial life.”

The Post tells us that “a belief in extraterrestrial life answers many of the same questions as a belief in God.” The alternative is a “vast, dark emptiness of the unfeeling universe.”

Psychologist Stephen Diamond is quoted as saying without these UFO stories, “we have to accept the fact that some things mean nothing, and others are totally beyond us—a strange, frightening and ultimately deflating thought.” (I would guess that my ET synchro above would be one of those things that mean nothing in Diamond’s eyes.)

The Post article leads readers to the conclusion that belief in extraterrestrial life of any kind is a simply psychological crutch, something to give us hope. Meanwhile, though, it darkly suggests there isn’t any proof and any rational reason to believe.

The Open Minds article begins with a historical perspective. At least believers today are tolerated, probably because there are so many. But in the 16th century that wasn’t the case. Giordano Filippo Bruno, who has been described as an early spokesman for exo-biology – a branch of the science that deals with the search for ET life – was not treated kindly by the powers-that-be. Bruno boldly said that he believed that life, including intelligent beings, exist on numerous other worlds. As a result of that stance, Bruno was burned at the stake by the Catholic Church. Ouch!

By the time of the Enlightenment, the concept of a plurality of worlds existing with intelligent life was actually becoming accepted. Benjamin Franklin believed the universe is “filled with suns like ours, each with a chorus of worlds.”

But jump to the present and we find a dichotomy – a minority of scientists pointing to evidence of extraterrestrial life and a mainstream that says the verdict is still unknown. Scientists who find evidence of extraterrestrial life – even in the form of fossilized bacteria  in meteorites – are routinely dismissed by other scientists who say that the meteorites have been contaminated or even that they aren’t meteorites.

A paper published in January of this year found ET life in the form of  fossilized algae in a meteorite found in Sri Lanka. The paper was met with harsh criticism from the scientific community. In response, the researchers sent fragments to CardiffUniversity in Wales for further testing.

As explained on www.extremetech.com, “The researchers at Cardiff are now reporting that they’re sure that these fragments come from an extraterrestrial meteorite – and that there is definitely ‘fossilized biological structures.” These new findings were published in the March issue of The Journal of Cosmology. It’s not surprising that the new paper is being criticized just as harshly as the first one, and the publication is being dismissed as a low-grade scientific journal.

And so it goes. I wonder what the aliens think.

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I Feel Great!

This video, sent to us by our Canadian friend Judi Hertling, is very cool. If nothing else, it will put a bounce in your Sunday steps!

 

 

 

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Conundrum

from an exhibit at the Norton Museum

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In the three or four years that Rob has been teaching meditation, the course has taken place at our gym or at a local yoga studio.  I attend most of these courses, unless they are held at an obscenely early morning time slot. We’re the typical lark/owl couple. I’m a night person, he’s a day person. While he’s out on the porch meditating at dawn, I am deep in a dreaming world. My day starts around 9 AM.

Rob’s meditation course is once a week for six weeks.  Between weeks four and six, things get very interesting. We go deeper than we’ve gone before. We encounter realms that are not business as usual. In this realm, I’ve seen my parents, who passed over in 2000  and 2005. I’ve seen other entities/spirits that seems to know me but whom I don’t know.  My cheek has been caressed by one of these spirits, I have entered past lives I knew nothing about.

I have also experienced some physical discomfort during these meditations, where we stretch out on a hard floor.  I feel like a total idiot even admitting this, but honestly,  a yoga mat doesn’t do much to mitigate hardness. The hard floor bothers my back and most of the time I have to keep my legs bent to  get into the zone. And there  is  a zone.

This indescribable place, this zone, is where I go after I have moved  beyond my physical discomforts. If I were camping, it would be the point where I separate  from my physical body to travel, well, elsewhere. I drift in the currents of Rob’s voice. One time during this particular meditation, I observed two elderly women who were watching the class, taking notes, as though it were an assignment. When one of them touch my cheek, I felt her touch,  just as real as a human touch. But tonight – nothing. I fell asleep, that’s the long and short of it.

But I was reminded of a dream I’d had when I was 18. I was a freshman in college in upstate New York and was staying at a friend’s place in the countryside. The silence felt huge, infinite; the stars were grand and magnificent.  My bed in the guest room was soft, delicious. And I dreamed that I was waiting in a crowded lobby to talk to someone who would guide me through the next step of a process. At some point, I realized  I had died and was in a holding area, a lobby with several dozen other people, who were also dead and waiting  until someone came along and explained what was going on. Then I woke up.

The next morning, I told my friend what I had dreamed. She got this look on her face – a look I have come to know as that of the gentle skeptic – and said, “It’s just a dream, Trish. It doesn’t mean anything.”

I knew she was wrong. Even then I knew that dreams holds answers and insights, information and guidance. Even then, I knew that sometimes we dream Big Dreams that hold fundamental truths. 

After my mother died and my dad was living with us,  he came out for breakfast one morning and reported that when he’d looked at himself in the mirror, he had seen the face of a black man superimposed over his own. The face was that of a young, handsome  black man, full of life. And my dad, who wasn’t mystically inclined at all, said, “I think I glimpsed myself in my next life.”

Shortly afterward, Rob and  I gave him a book called, Looking for Carroll Beckwith: The True Story of a Detective’s Search for His Past Life, by Robert L. Snow. This book, coupled with Carol Bowman’s Children’s Past Lives, led him toward a realization that we live many lives.

The conundrum initiated by that dream when I was 18 has haunted and pursued me, sculpted my interests and passions, threaded itself through my fiction and nonfiction. It has drawn me to certain people, belief systems, experiences that have brought me new knowledge – and new questions. But the ultimate bottom line question remains the same all these decades later: What is the nature of reality?

 Thanks to research in NDEs, consciousness, OBEs, quantum physics, reincarnation, shamanism, the paranormal, UFO encounters, the unconscious, dreams, synchronicity, and all the rest of it, we have glimpses, hints, pieces of theories. But we don’t know for sure. We are Keenu Reeves in The Matrix, Jim Carey in The Truman Show, Gwyneth Paltrow in Sliding Doors, Emma Thompson in Dead Again. It’s all about the journey toward discovery.

So if someone tells me they have all the answers, I run – fast  - in the opposite direction. The bottom line is that none of us knows for sure. We are the babes in the woods.

 

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Nika & Noah, a Continuing Love Story

 Nearly two years ago, our daughter asked us if she could have a dog and we began our search at local animal rescue centers. Megan eventually adopted Nika when she was about eight weeks old and Noah, our golden retriever, was about two. In the photo, Nika is the black and white dog in front of Noah, our golden retriever.

We thought Nika was a border collie mix, but when Megan did a mouth swab for an Internet testing site, the results were, at best, dubious: Pomeranian, and back at least four generations.

Really?

Here’s a Pomeranian.

You’ve already seen  pic of Nika. Any resemblance?

When Megan moved to Orlando for her internship at Sea World to work with dolphins, Nika spent the next seven months with us. During that time, she and Noah bonded. They played together, ate together, slept together on the same quilt. They were like twins conjoined the hip.

After Megan’s internship ended, she moved Nika to Orlando with her. Nika went from a suburban home with a yard to which she had access constantly to the ninth floor of an apartment in downtown Orlando that she shared with Olly, a Dachshund mix, a yapper. During the ensuing months, as Megan established a dogwalking business in Orlando, we got together at least once a month, which was also a reunion for Nika and Noah.

These reunions were not those of two dogs who shook hands and went about their personal business. These reunions were OMG I see you and I’m jumping out the car window to get to you and now we’re going to run around like mad dogs.

When Megan pulled into the driveway last Friday, Noah and I happened to be outside, playing with the Frisbee. He saw her car and started barking, but ran over to it as soon as it stopped because Nika was hanging out the back window. Noah leaped, Nika leaped, and sailed through the window onto Noah’s back.

For the next five or ten minutes, they chased each other around the front yard.

Yes, I have been accused of being anthropomorphic. And if I am, I welcome the label. I suspect the label actually means that you, a human, recognize that animals have emotions. They develop attachments that are just as profound and significant as the attachments of humans. They love, they mourn,  they yearn.  And quite often, they act as vehicles of synchronicity.

On the day that Megan arrived, I had been thinking that I would like to experience a synchro that showed me how love is a force of nature – and then I witnessed Noah leaping up on Megan’s car to greet Nika, and Nika leaping through the window to be with Noah.

Her visit was just for a long weekend. But on Monday morning when Megan prepared to leave, she said, “Maybe I should leave Nika here with you guys until I come back for my friend’s wedding on June first.”

“Let Nika decide,” I said.

Megan whistled for her, invited her into the back seat. She leaped in, then backed out and ran off with Noah. Megan looked at us. “She’s my dog and she’s just visiting you guys, okay?”

“June first,” we replied. “But if you can’t take being without her, we’ll bring her to Orlando next weekend.”

No question that Nika loves Noah and vice versa. But as Megan’s car backed out of the driveway and headed up the road, Nika sat there a moment, then chased it, barking, as if to say, Wait, you’re my human! There’s been a mistake!

 When I called her back, she hesitated, staring longingly after Megan’s car, then trotted back, nose to the ground, pursuing some scent. A squirrel, perhaps?  And she looked at Noah, barked, and they took off beneath the vast blue sky, and chased each other around the yard again.

Now, they’re exhausted- and happy, together once more.

 

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The Synchro Highway

Sometimes we drift a bit from synchronicity on the blog. So it’s good to re-focus on the subject at hand from time to time. We’ve done so here with a primer of sorts, about synchronicity. These paragraphs come from the introduction of our next synchro book, THE SYNCHRONICITY HIGHWAY: Navigating the Signs and Symbols of Life’s Journey.

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Synchronicity or meaningful coincidence can be one of those delightful little surprises the universe springs on you just to keep you on your toes, aware and mindful. Other times, it slams into you out of the blue, a coincidence so startling that you marvel at the odds. It can be a trickster or an ally, clarify and confirm, guide or warn, laugh at you or with you.

Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung, who coined the term, first wrote about synchronicity in the introduction to Richard Wilhelm’s translation of the I Ching: The Chinese Book of Changes, published in 1949. In that introduction, he talked about how tossing three coins six times, could yield one or two of 64 hexagrams that provide a response to a question that enlightens or guides the questioner. He defined the phenomenon as the coming together of similar inner and outer events in a way that can’t be explained by cause and effect and is meaningful to the observer. In the case of a divination tool, such as the I Ching, the inner event is the question, the outer event is the toss of the coins and resulting hexagram.

But of course synchronicity typically unfolds naturally without any tools. A simple example: you’ve been thinking about a former friend, roommate, lover, someone you haven’t heard from in years. You log onto Facebook and find a friend request from that individual. Or you’re digging a grave for your cat that died, have the car radio on in the background, and Peter Gabriel’s song, Digging in the Dirt, comes on. Or you dream about a stranger and the next day, that person enters your life.

Jung lumped extra sensory perception under the broad umbrella of synchronicity. This stance is sometimes controversial. Some people feel that calling ESP an aspect of synchronicity suggests that accurate psychically obtained information is merely coincidental. But Jung was simply saying that telepathy, precognition, mediumship, clairvoyance and other psychic abilities work outside of cause or effect. In other words, if a psychic predicts that someone will receive a surprise sum of money and two days later, an unexpected check arrives in the mail, that’s an example of precognition. But it also fits under synchronicity because cause and effect weren’t involved. The psychic didn’t tell anyone to send a check to the client. So an inner experience – the psychic’s premonition– and an outer event – the receipt of a check – came together outside of cause and effect and no doubt it would be meaningful to the client who received the check.

Synchronicity is an equal opportunity experience.  Anyone, anywhere, at any time, can experience a meaningful coincidence. Your awareness and receptivity to the phenomenon creates an atmosphere in which you recognize synchronicities when they occur. It’s likely that more occur when you’re aware and accepting of these occurrences.

There are also situations and environments where synchronicities flourish. They are threaded throughout mass events like natural and man-made disasters. They occur in travel and creative endeavors, in social movements and popular culture, and they even might proliferate during and after UFO encounters. When our lives are in transition and during intensely emotional periods, synchronicity is usually right there with us.

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Happy Birthday, Rob!

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The Origami Medicine Wheel

 Several months ago, Adele Aldridge sent us a box of beautiful Origami Peace Cranes. These cranes came into being because of Sasaki Sadako, who was just two years old when  the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, Japan on August 6, 1945.  In November of 1954, Sadako caught a cold and lumps developed in her neck. It wasn’t long before she was diagnosed with leukemia, which people in Japan called “the atom bomb” disease. In February of 1955, she entered the Hiroshima Red Cross Hospital.

While she was there, she was told an old Japanese legend: anyone who folds a thousand paper cranes will be granted a wish. Sadako hoped  that by folding the paper cranes, she would get well again. So she began making them and complete more than a thousand of them before she died on October 25, 1955, at the age of 12. While making the cranes, she also wished for world peace and vowed: I will write peace on your wings and you will fly all over the world.

 Her classmates built a monument to Sadako and all the children killed by the bomb. They collected money for it and in 1958, a statue of Sadako holding a golden crane was unveiled in Hiroshima Peace Park. The children also made a wish that’s inscribed at the bottom of the statue: This is our cry. This is our prayer. Peace in the world.

 Since then, people all over the world fold paper cranes and send them to Sadako’s monument in Hiroshima, in memory of all the children who died. The crane is an interesting symbol for this peace effort. The Red-crowned Crane on which the origami crane and the Japanese legend are based is seriously threatened. Health of the crane population is often a good indicator about the health of the whole wetland ecosystem.

So this evening, Rob opened his final meditation class – shamanic meditation – by building a medicine wheel that included these beautiful origamis. The objects that create the outer border of the wheel are stones, bits of pottery, odds and ends we’ve collected in our travels. Then we meditated on each of the four directions.

The journey begins in the South, home of the archetypal serpent, where we learn to shed the past and begin to detach from our wounds and personal stories. We learn to released heavy energy accumulated in our bodies.

In the West, we learn about the Jaguar, who teaches us about life, death and rebirth. We face fears and family shadows, and step across the bridge to learn to walk as warriors, without enemies.

 In the North, we meet the archetype Hummingbird and learn to taste knowledge directly, to manifest the impossible, and to receive ancestral knowledge.

In the final gathering we explore the East and the archetype of the Eagle, who demonstrates how to experience vision, destiny and the possibilities of becoming. We develop our vision of peace.

At the end of the class, Rob invited everyone to take one of the origami cranes with them.  It was a powerful final class.

 

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Celebrant

Indiegogo.com allows anyone, anywhere, to raise money for a project – video, art, movie, TV show, book, any venue. This evening, Daz sent me a couple of links to one particular project by Rae Dawn Chong who is attempting to raise money for a TV show called Celebrant.  That clip above is about death and dying, love and life and synchronicity.

I’d love to see a show like this on TV.

And here’s Rae talking about the show:

http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-celebrant

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Jama Genie, the Trickster Ghost and the Travel Alarm

When we moved from blogger to wordpress three years ago, we lost some readers. So I was delighted when I ran across a link to Jama Genie’s blog while I was going through some of my old notes. I went to her blog and left a comment about how great it was to find her again. Today, she dropped by for a visit and left this fascinating story about a trickster ghost.

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I’ve never understood the meaning of “trickster” either until I read this post. Thanks! That said, my perception of the Trickster has always been similar to the one you describe in connection with your father’s death. A few weeks ago, though, I had an encounter with the version of Trickster that isn’t so comforting… I had to go to an out-of-state funeral on a Saturday which required renting a car with unlimited mileage. What the heck, I said. I have to keep the car all weekend, might as well take advantage of those unlimited miles and make a road trip out of it.

My first stop was a 2-day visit with an 87-yr-old legally-blind friend I only knew online and through phone calls. I was to drive her to church Sunday morning, and she wanted to be there early, so I set my trusty travel alarm for the crack of dawn. As soon as I got out of bed, I turned it off and clearly remember placing it in a side pocket of my soft-side vanity case, which I then zippered shut. I don’t wear a watch and the legally-blind have no reason to keep regular clocks on the bedside table, so I opened the vanity case to look at the travel alarm, but it wasn’t there! Or anywhere else in the room! My friend’s response: “Mizz Fisher”, whom I would later learn was the previous tenant who’d lived in the apartment for 17 years before she died, but apparently had never left.

Weird things had happened while her son had been packing up her things. My friend felt cold spots in the kitchen. She’d find a cabinet door, that she couldn’t possibly reach without standing on a chair, wide open of a morning. Being blind, she naturally put certain things in certain places, but a special rosary went missing for several days until a sighted friend found it in a dish at the other end of the occasional table where my friend kept it. All Mizz Fisher’s doing, they decided. I suspect she was attracted to my travel alarm because it had a colorful dragon sticker on a silver background on the cover.

After church and brunch, I turned the room upside down again and emptied my luggage on the bed, and the clock was still missing. Then my friend and I left to visit a couple of area cemeteries and were gone several hours. On our return, I sat on the side of the bed farthest from my friend’s treadmill machine. Something shiny on the treadmill caught my eye. Yep, it was the travel clock, but sitting topside up, perfectly aligned with the edge of the rubber tread! Definitely placed there, not even close to where it would’ve landed had it slipped out of the vanity case or I’d dropped it without noticing.

I’m usually quite comfortable in residences with a “leftover” occupant, but the idea that an invisible entity was present that could remove an object from the inside pocket of a closed piece of luggage totally freaked me out, and that night I barely slept! At one point I heard a kitchen faucet handle turn and water hit the stainless steel sink. An hour or so later, it was the squeak of a cabinet door opening. Both times my friend was snoring away in a room across the hall. Trickster? Oh, yes! A playful trickster? Not MY definition of “playful”!

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Yikes! Vanity Fair Dabbles in Alien Abductions

John Mack, right, with the Dalai Lama

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It’s rare that a mainstream magazine or newspaper tackles the subject of alien abductions without ridiculing the entire field of ufology and the people involved or, at the very least, without dripping sarcasm. But Ralph Blumenthal has accomplished this in a piece for Vanity Fair.

The piece begins in Rhode Island, where a group of abductees have gathered to share their experiences free of stigma and ridicule, and it ends with new information (at least to us) about Harvard psychiatrist John Mack.

 In the article, we  learned that John Mack had two unpublished manuscripts – one that he considered his “cri de Coeur against scientific materialism and ontological fascism,” and another about life after death. We also learned that after four years of negotiation, the film and TV rights to Mack’s story are going to MakeMagic Productions, which has partnered with Robert Redford’s Wildwood Enterprises. A major film is in development.

One the abductees Mack worked with, a man referred to as ‘Scott,’ recalled his last conversation with Mack in 2004. He was afraid about dying and this is what Mack told him in a reassuring manner. “You never know when it will be your time. We could all go at any time. I could walk out on the street and get hit by a car.”

A few weeks later, while in London, Mack was crossing a street in London when he was struck by a drunken driver and killed.

The article is here. The video link is courtesy of Daz.

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And Happy Mother’s Day to all moms out there!

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The Impossible

Do yourself a favor. If you haven’t seen The Impossible, by all means do so! This film, starring Naomi Watts and Ewan McGregor, may be one of the most emotionally powerful films I’ve seen in a long time, and it’s based on a true story. 

The premise is simple: a family – husband, wife, three sons – travel to Khao Lak, Thailand  for a family vacation.  Maria Bennet (Watts) is an English physician who no longer practices because she’s raising three sons. She and her  Scottish husband, Henry (McGregor) and their sons – Lucas, Tomas and Simon- stay at a resort in Khao Lak, Thailand over the Christmas holidays in 2004.

They arrive on Christmas Eve day and we get a sense of them as a family. Lucas is the rebellious older son who bullies Tomas, nearly 8, the middle brother. He’s interested in astronomy. Simon, the youngest, is a cutie, an innocent. Maria and Henry appear to have a good marriage, beset by uncertainties – he may be losing his job.

On the morning of December 26, a tsunami slams into the coast, decimating the resort, and sweeping away Maria and Lucas, the oldest son. At the moment the tsunami hits, Henry and the other two sons are in the resort swimming pool.

Clint Eastwood’s Hereafter  begins with a 2004 tsunami scene. But compared to The Impossible, Hereafter’s opening is like afternoon tea. As our daughter remarked while we were watching the movie, the opening of Hereafter is just for effect; in The Impossible, the tsunami and its aftermath are the story.

Without giving away too much, this story is about how human beings react and persevere in the midst of a natural catastrophe so devastating that nearly a quarter of a million people were killed. By focusing on one family, the emotional resonance is powerful, utterly genuine. Maria is severely injured, and she and Lucas end up in a makeshift Thai hospital, where the conditions are so gross, so unsanitary, that at certain points I writhed.

Maria keeps asking Lucas about the color of her severely injured leg.

“Red, “ he says. “Red. Why?”

“Red is good. Black is not good.”

Henry, meanwhile, has found his two youngest sons and sends them into the mountains with other refugees, so that he can stay behind on the coast and search for his wife and Lucas. This decision seemed like a plot flaw to me, but as Rob pointed out, maybe it actually happened, Henry only wanted his sons somewhere safe. In a situation like this, where a natural catastrophe has ripped apart normal, it’s difficult to know what decisions you might make. What’s immediately obvious about all the survivors are shell shocked, profoundly traumatized.  

There are moments in this film that show humanity at its worst – like when Henry asks a fellow survivor if he can use his cell phone to call his father-in-law and the man says the battery is low and he’s waiting for a call, so no. 

And there are moments when we see humanity at its best and most heroic. Henry and other survivors are sitting around a campfire somewhere, sharing their experiences about the loss of spouses, children, the sudden, unpredictable horror that slammed into their lives. Henry starts telling what he experienced and breaks down, sobbing, and one of the fellow survivors hands him his nearly depleted cell phone. “Make the call,” he says.

Naomi Watts was nominated for best actress for this film, and with good reason. In her scenes, I never had the sense that I was watching a movie. She’s totally genuine, a character in whom you vest your emotions as a mother, parent,  wife,  physician, human being. Through her and Lucas, we witness the chaos in the aftermath,  how the injured flooded rural hospitals unequipped for such massive devastation. Through her, a physician, you feel the horror of her situation, how the deck is stacked against her.

I was surprised at some of the comments about this movie. But the one that really struck me was how this movie showed an insensitivity to the massive loss of loss of native people. I disagree. By focusing on the emotional chaos and horror that a family of tourists experienced, we are led into the heart of the disaster itself and its wrenching, emotional  aftermath. In the end, the message of this film is clear: love pushes us into the unexplored, the unimagined, and can bring about miracles.

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50 Shades of Grey

50 Shades of Grey.  Do you know what these four words mean? Well, yes, okay, we know about 50. We know about shades. We know that OF is a preposition. We know that grey is a color.

But 50 Shades of Grey is also something else, a phenomenon, en erotic trilogy written by E.L. James, which details the relationship between a billionaire control freak  and a college student. It was originally self-published, had over a million downloads before a traditional publisher took notice and bought the trilogy for 7 figures. The books then sold to Hollywood. As of July 2012, 50 Shades of Grey has sold more than 20 million copies worldwide.

I love these kinds of success stories. They illustrate how technology benefits us, the people, by enabling us to reach for and achieve our dreams. I first heard about the book maybe six or eight months ago, when someone asked if I’d read the book. I hadn’t. I thought the title was interesting and asked my friend what the book was about.

“Kinda hard to say,” she replied.

Then I read an article somewhere about how erotic fiction had been banned from some site and 50 Shades was mentioned. A censored book somewhere, some way. I checked it out and  thought about how diarist Anais Nin was censored in her day, particularly when it came to her erotic writing, like Henry and June, which eventually became a movie.  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099762/ It’s about Henry Miller, his wife June and their sexual relationship with Nin.

“Okay, who has read 50 Shades of Grey?” I asked one afternoon at the dog park. The ladies, who range in age from, oh 25 to 75, suddenly looked collectively guilty. And I knew all of them had read the book and were totally shocked that I, the writer of the group, hadn’t recognized the significance of the book. So that night I downloaded the novel to my iPad.

50 Shades of Grey is written in a single voice, the I voice, in present tense. It’s not the easiest point of view or tense to write, but in this novel, it works. The protagonist, Anastasia, is a self-effacing college girl with a bossy roommate, a journalist major. The roommate can’t make a particular appointment with Mr. Grey, a young billionaire who is the whiz kid of Wall Street or its equivalent somewhere, so Anastasia goes in the roommate’s place. When Anastatia meets Grey, the physical chemistry is powerful. Their physical attraction to each other is written masterfully.

At the dog park, Colleen asks, “Did you get to the playroom yet?”

“Nope. But she blushes a lot, Colleen. It bugs me.”

Colleen rolls her eyes. “Keep reading. The first book is great. I just sat down and read it. By the third book, I had to stop to take two cold showers.” She rolls her eyes again and laughs. “The instant I saw that playroom, I knew I’d be gone. I don’t do submissive.” And by the end of the trilogy, the protagonist doesn’t do submissive, either, Colleen tells me.

But in the first book, she – a virgin – is the Submissive and Grey is the Dominant. That’s how it is spelled out in their contract.  The first sex scene happens after her reactions to and their discussion of the contract.

The contract. It was probably conjured when Mercury, which rules contracts, communication, and the conscious mind, was moving retrograde. These scenes are definitely retro in that hurl women’s rights back to the dark ages, when men and women were locked in social-sanctioned power struggles: the man told the woman to jump and she jumped.

So at the dog park, Karin says, “Hey, did you see that article today in the Palm Beach Post about 50 Shades of Green?”

Nope, didn’t see it. Well, the focus of the article was that 50 Shades of Grey has sold 20 million  books since March. The article didn’t say whether these had been actual book sales or downloads, but either way, it doesn’t matter to the author. She is already a millionaire add a few dollars in either direction aren’t going to impact her bottom line.

As of mid-July, Amazon lists nearly 8,500 reviews that bring the book to three stars overall, and some of then are comical. One guy notes that the writing is awful, the plot too simple, and that Anastasia blushes way too much But women for the most part, seem to love the book.

James has tapped into something important with her books. She has provided insights into the female psyche – the old paradigm psyche and the new – and given it a name. Like Nin before her,  James doesn’t hold back. She is far less poetic than Nin, but what she has to say appeals to women  across the board.

When James did her first book signing at Books and Books in Miami, several  hundred women were lined up to have their books signed. Twenty to eighty years of age, the paper said. An  unprecedented number for a book like this. I point this out to our daughter. “I’ve been hearing a lot about this book. I’m going to download it.”

“Me, too.”

And she did. Her take? “Wow, this is a racy book, Mom. But I love the protagonist.”

Yes. So do I. Anastasia feels what you felt in your twenties. She is  the archetype of angst personified, but greatly exaggerated. And Grey, also greatly exaggerated, is the archetypal bad boy. Bring them together, with the ebook background, the 7-figure contract for James, and you’ve got a mega bestseller.

Tipping point. Now there are 50 Shades of Grey vacation packages, http://www.thestar.com/travel/article/1225834–50-shades-of-grey-inspires-upscale-hotel-packages flights, cruises.

Colleen assures me that by the end of the third book in the trilogy, we understand why Grey is the way he is,  that Anastasia never signs the contract, and that  she is not the submissive Grey hoped she would be.

But you know what? Regardless of what these books are or are not, James hit a big time nerve, a tipping point sort of nerve, a this is your juncture sort of nerve, babe. And from my point of view as a writer, that’s saying something.

 

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Shadow Cat

This story comes from Bob Preston, an old friend from my  college days with whom I shared many strange and inexplicable  experiences. We lost touch for years, then reconnected and were delighted to find that our bond was still there, stronger than ever. There seems to be an overlapping of realities in this story, parallel worlds, perhaps, I’m not sure. Anyway, here it is.

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March/1972:  A Chicago Story

For several months I had been experiencing increasing pain in the area of my left shoulder. After multiple appointments with gatekeeper doctors and specialists, no definite diagnosis had been determined.

My apartment was located on the 2000 block of Lincoln Ave. in Chitown, above the Wise Fools Tap in Chicago. It was triangular shaped, with the point of the triangle situated in the alcove. There were windows facing to the west in the alcove , and to the north in the adjacent living room.  By all accounts a wonderful place, at a wonderful time!

After returning from work one day,  I entered my apartment, walked to my desk that was located in the alcove, and sat down to catch up with paper work. I put on an LP … (London Sessions with Howlin’ Wolf), smoked  a bowl, leaned back to become ‘one with my world’, and shut my eyes.  After a while my shoulder pain subsided. I opened my eyes, shook off  the day, and stood up to flip the LP.

As I rose, I became aware of a shadow on the left side of my peripheral vision. I turned my head and focused on a shadow of a cat, midway up the west wall next to the west facing windows. I sat back down and watched ‘the cat’ as it appeared to be watching me. After a bit, the cat stood up, arched it’s back, walked across the windows to the end of the narrow wall. It then appeared to turn right and began to walk eastward, on the wall and over the windows!

Now my curiosity was peaked. I looked around to find the light source that was projecting the shadow. The interesting thing was that there wasn’t any apparent light source that I could attribute to the image. There was no cat sitting in a front of a window and I couldn’t help but realize that I didn’t own a cat!  I stood up, following the cat on it’s  easterly direction.

I began to watch my mystery kitty with greatly increased scrutiny. It stopped and sat down. It seemed as though the cat was waiting for me to pay attention to it. Kitty immediately  stood up and once again headed to the east. At the end of the wall it turned to the south and continued walking! Although it did not seem possible, it was happening.

At the end of that wall it made another right turn, this time heading west, back to the place where I had first noticed it. When it arrived at the point of origin , it simply vanished! I looked around the room, searching for the furry apparition. It was no longer visibly noticeable. Shadows simply do not act like that. As I contemplated the incongruity of what I had just witnessed, the throbbing pain returned to my shoulder, and continued unabated.

I returned to the desk, sat down and glanced around the room. I noticed the clock…what I thought had taken a few minutes, had actually taken well over an hour. I didn’t know what to think. I heard my roommates entering the apartment. I tried to relate the story to them, but it didn’t make sense. They didn’t have any idea what I was talking about. The pain in my shoulder was increasing to the point that I decided to take some medication and go to bed.

The floor in my bedroom was going to be sanded the following day, consequently  most of the furniture, including rugs, had been removed…only the bed remained. As I sat on the edge of my bed, I started to open a container that held pain pills I had picked it up at a pharmacy on my way home from work . The prescription  had been for 30 pills.

My roommate came to my bedroom door, and started telling me about his day. As I listened, I continued trying to open the pill container, but it slipped from my hands. Room mate at door, no furniture except the bed and no rugs – yet, the pill case never hit the floor. No sound was heard by either of us, and there wasn’t any  container was on the floor. We were amazed at this turn of events. We searched the room but nothing was found.

I said goodnight and settled in. A short time later, my girlfriend came by and slid in next to me. After a fitful night of pain and mental confusion, I finally fell to sleep as dawn approached. My girlfriend got up to go to work. I woke  sometime later and discovered I was paralyzed and blind. An ambulance was called and I was taken to Northwestern University Hospital.

Somehow, during the night, three discs in my neck had collided together, causing fragments – splinters -  to penetrate my spinal cord. The problem had affected L3,4 & 5. At last I knew what had caused the months of pain! Under the care of  a wonderful surgeon and medical staff the problem was corrected and, in time, I was fortunate enough to recover all movement and my eyesight.

After many weeks, I was able to return home to my apartment. With help, I climbed the steps to the second floor. While I had been gone, the floor had been sanded and the furniture and rugs had been returned to the room.

I entered my bedroom, crossed the floor and sat on my bed. With my roommate standing at the door, I heard a rattling clunk at my feet. I looked down and, to my surprise, there, on the floor was the missing pill bottle! I had been looking at my roommate the whole time…he had not tossed anything.

I opened the container and, for whatever reason, counted the pills. There were 27! What had happened to the other three pills?: Where had the container been  all this time?

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At the time Bob sent this story, I was reading Whitley Strieber’s Solving the Communion Enigma, where he talks about UFOs, aliens, and parallel worlds.

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Awesome Angels

When it comes to near-death experiences, some of the most skeptical medical professionals are neurologists. Typically, they espouse a materialistic view emphasizing that the brain is the source of consciousness, and that NDEs are products of the dying brain–hallucinations and other imaginary mental constructions that will ultimately stop when the brain’s activity stops. If this hypothesis is true, then NDEs tell us nothing about life after death.

Now comes  Dr Eben Alexander, a Harvard-educated neurosurgeon, who drifted in a coma for seven days in 2008 after contracting meningitis. During his illness Alexander says that the part of his brain which controls human thought and emotion “shut down” and that he experienced “something so profound that it gave me a scientific reason to believe in consciousness after death.”

What was it? He saw angels.

Writing for Newsweek, Dr Alexander says he was met by a beautiful blue-eyed woman in a “place of clouds, big fluffy pink-white ones” and “shimmering beings.” He has written a book, Proof of Heaven, describing his experience.

“Birds? Angels? These words registered later, when I was writing down my recollections. But neither of these words do justice to the beings themselves, which were quite simply different from anything I have known on this planet. They were more advanced. Higher forms.”

Alexander added that a “huge and booming.. glorious chant, came down from above, and I wondered if the winged beings were producing it. The sound was palpable and almost material, like a rain that you can feel on your skin but doesn’t get you wet.”

The neurosurgeon says he had heard stories from patients who spoke of out-of-body experiences, but disregarded them as “wishful thinking.” Now he has reconsidered his opinion following his own experience.

“I know full well how extraordinary, how frankly unbelievable, all this sounds. Had someone even a doctor told me a story like this in the old days, I would have been quite certain that they were under the spell of some delusion.

“But what happened to me was, far from being delusional, as real or more real than any event in my life. That includes my wedding day and the birth of my two sons.” He added: “I’ve spent decades as a neurosurgeon at some of the most prestigous medical institutions in our country. I know that many of my peers hold as I myself did to the theory that the brain, and in particular the cortex, generates consciousness and that we live in a universe devoid of any kind of emotion, much less the unconditional love that I now know God and the universe have toward us.

“But that belief, that theory, now lies broken at our feet. What happened to me destroyed it.” To say his experience was as real as his wedding day and the birth of his children is a strong statement in support of NDEs. I doubt that he will change the views of skeptics in his field, but maybe they’ll think twice before dismissing their patients experiences.

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Dr. Alexander’s reflections are a welcome sign from a medical field which routinely rights off NDEs as wishful thinking, telling us that we can’t trust our own experiences. Apparently, when it happened to him, Alexander wasn’t so quick to dismiss his own experience.

 

 

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Domed Cities Now

 

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On November 22, 2009, when our blog was still in its first year, we did a post called Domed Cities.  In a nutshell, it’s about  an hypnotic progression that our friend, Renie Wiley, conducted on Rob and me in the late 1980s. In that progression, I saw myself at some point in the distant future, a tall, bald woman living in a domed city.  Not long after this progression, we ran across Helen Wambaugh’s book Mass Dreams of the Future. It was based on “progressions” she had conducted on more than 2,500 participants and one of the possible future scenarios these participants had seen was humanity living in domed cities.

The comments on this post intrigued me. Other people had dreamed or written about life in these domed cities.   They put forth various theories and speculations. I definitely wasn’t alone in what I’d seen. But the more I thought it as a possible future life, the more spooked I got. First, there was the very notion of being cooped up in a dome, which implies artificial air and sunlight, rather like what the marine mammals at Epcot experience.

Then there was the sense that the domes were necessary because the air outside was toxic to humans. And I sure didn’t like this idea of being bald. Always, I felt an unsettling  certainty that life in the domes was oppressive, tightly controlled by a government with nothing good on its agenda. I tried several times to write a novel based on the dome life, but it was too depressing and I abandoned the idea.

In October 2011,  tropical storm Sandy happened, devastating entire neighborhoods and sections in New York and New Jersey and other states. And in Sandy’s aftermath, one repercussion caught my attention. In Texas, a state that has experienced its share of devastating hurricanes, 28 domes are being built that will double as high school gymnasiums and emergency shelters during the hurricane season.

The Edna dome in Edna, Texas, is nearly complete and its design is impressive. The double layer cinder block walls are reinforced by heavy duty steel bars and cement piers that plunge 30 feet into the ground.  The doorways are covered by awnings of heavy gauge metal and supported by concrete girders that go 15 feet into the ground. It’s believed that the dome should be able to withstand winds up to 200 mph.

“There is nothing standard about the building,”  said Bob Wells, superintendent of the Edna school district, “The only standard stuff  is going to be the stuff we do inside.”

The cost? $2.5 million. Funding from FEMA – nearly $35 million for the 28 Texas domes– pays for 75 percent of the cost.   Nationwide, more than $683 has been awarded by FEMA in 18 states.

So, is the construction of these domes the beginning of what I saw during that progression so many years ago? Or is it just a fluke, a random coincidence? Since I’ve never believed that much of anything in the universe is random chaos, I’m left with a weird taste in my mouth.

I think about those dolphins and manatees at Epcot,  trapped forever in a world without natural air or sunlight, where even the water in which they swim is carefully controlled and regulated. Several times  a day, these creatures are required to do stuff that will entertain the humans who are on the outside, looking in. Who or what is looking in on these domes? Who or what is inside the domes is looking out?

The Texas domes are about 20,000 square feet apiece, enough to accommodate refugees in a storm, but hardly enough space for a city, a country. It seems that what I saw 25 years ago in an altered state that lasted, at most, about 20 minutes, is starting to happen. If this dome concept expands, who knows how large these suckers could become?

In my lifetime, I probably won’t see the kinds of domes I saw during that progression, massive things that enclosed entire continents. But my daughter or grandchildren might experience it. Yet, if we live in a multidimensional universe, if the Many Worlds Theory of quantum physics is correct,  then there are other paths that will unfold simultaneously.

Let’s dream those alternate paths into existence – universal peace, good will, a stable, sustainable environment, a place where all people truly are equal and are entitled to the same basic rights. Let’s dream that dream until we see evidence of its manifestation, then let’s fine tune it and  make it even better.

 

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Inside Job

 

 

If you’ve ever wondered what really happened during the global financial meltdown of 2008, then you may want to put the documentary Inside Job on your list of must sees. The film, narrated by Matt Damon, is one of the best explanations of the financial and investment complexities and corruptions that led to this meltdown.

I remember how, in 2008, the presidential campaign here in the U.S. came to standstill when George W Bush stepped before the American people and announced that the financial sky was falling. Lehman Brothers and AIG collapsed. Merrill Lynch was on the verge of bankruptcy. Banks screamed for bailouts. Economies nosedived. Credit ratings went south. The investment banking system was coming apart at the seams. The culprit in this chaotic and complex was derivatives –   specifically with mortgages.

I remember how every other week or so, we received notices from a bank that our mortgage had been sold to this bank or that one.  I remember thinking, Huh? What’s this mean? I recall how the people across the street from us went bankrupt and walked away from their house. Their mortgage was underwater. For months afterward, that house was a revolving door of tenants. We never knew who was living there, but at one point, a couple of the tenants sat all day in their garage, computers  on their laps. We later realized they were using the internet connections of their neighbors.

By 2009, it was obvious that Florida and the rest of the country were in deep trouble. Foreclosed signs appeared on lawns in every neighborhood. We had friends who hadn’t paid their mortgages in months, but because no bank could prove who owned their homes, they  stayed in their homes.

Meanwhile, the story for CEOs for these greedy, corrupt countries was quite a different story. For instance, between 2000-2006, the top five execs at Lehman Brothers made over a billion dollars. When the company went belly up, these execs were allowed to keep their earnings.

Five years after this meltdown, economies are staggering along. Iceland went under. Greece is the brunt of late-night jokes. Spain and Portugal are barely keeping their heads above water. Banks are bigger than ever and the financial sector employs more than 3,000 lobbyists who help to sculpt financial policy in the U.S. Despite assurances that the local and international economies are improving, all you have to do to uncover the truth about your country, your state, your province, is to drive through your neighborhood, your community, or walk into your local bank.

In the U.S., for the first time in history, children are not more educated or prosperous than their parents.

Naomi Klein’s book, Shock and Awe, is probably one of the most lucid ever written about global finances.  John Perkins,  one of the foremost writers on shamanic practices, used to work for the IMF. His book,  Confessions of an Economic Hitman   tells this same story of corruption, from a slightly different perspective.

When Obama won the 2008 election, he appointed Timothy Geitner as the U.S. Secretary of the Treasurer. Geitner was the president of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York during the meltdown, so this selection bewildered me. During the meltdown, Ben Bernanke was the current chairman of the Federal Reserve, and Obama re-appointed him. Why?

As Matt Damon says at the end of this terrific documentary, the people responsible for this meltdown are still in power.

What’s wrong with this picture?

Hopefully, with Obama’s second term – where he doesn’t have to worry about re-election – this country can begin functioning again as  a democracy. This documentary captures the essence of why it’s so profoundly important.

 

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Alien Agenda: Why They Came, Why They Stayed

Steve Peek is a writer who contacted us after he had read Aliens in the Backyard. He sent us four of his ebooks on Kindle, and the one I started with was Alien Agenda: Why They Came, Why They Stayed. 

I initially thought the book was nonfiction, perhaps a kind of  memoir, but it’s actually fiction, cleverly and unconventionally written, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Rob is reading Steve’s book, Coyote Dreaming,  (nonfiction) and loves it.

So I got curious about this guy and asked about his background, if he’d ever had an encounter, and what he thinks about the role that synchronicity plays in  the encounter scenario.

It turns out that Steve spent 40 years in the gaming industry, designing science fiction and fantasy games, and retired last year. He has “always been writing,” but now has the time to indulge in writing full-time. He has an avid interest in ancient civilizations and the mysteries they left behind.  During his game business days, he took extra time to see many of the neolithic and other ancient monuments.

All of this, he says, soon led to including the possibility of aliens in the equation. “The aliens have been messing with us for at least 10,000 years.  They have some greater purpose that justifies their means.  Whatever it is, they have never told us so they just keep abducting, working toward their goal.”

Steve mentioned in one email that his father had worked in military intelligence. So my first question was: what did your dad do in the military? His response:

Short answer is I don’t know.  He never spoke about it much.  I guess he took his oath seriously.  I do know that he began in the Army Air Corp in World War II working with aerial photography.  When the Air Corp became the Air Force, he went with them and was the base intelligence officer wherever we were stationed for the next twelve years.  Often he would leave the country for 30 to 60 days.

I know he was a regional officer for Project Blue Book during the 1950′s. In 1957 the Russians put  Sputnik in orbit where it beeped death down upon us so we had to climb under our school desk twice a month instead of once.  The class got pretty good at it and had great confidence those plywood surfaces and steel tubing would block any kind of nuclear blast headed our way.  So the government decided the country would be better served if dad worked for NASA.  So we moved again, many times.  He was head of security for NASA until he retired in 1970.

How do you think  synchronicity plays into the encounter/abduction scenario?

You must think I am a lot smarter than I am.  I have experienced many synchronistic events, some with surprising results.  Maybe we live in a universe where synchronicity exists and allows order to come from chaos.  Maybe the aliens are here trying to control syncho events.

My encounter:

11:40 PM, October 9, 1974, driving home from my nightshift job with the Atlanta Gas Light company.  My son’s 3rd birthday present, a Marx Big Wheel, was in the trunk for his enjoyment the next day.  I was cruising west on the recently opened stretch of I-20.  It was a clear night. Clear, but dark outside of the city.  Off to my left I noticed a light that appeared to be two hundred yards away and about three hundred feet off the ground.  It seemed to be pacing me.  I assumed it was a police helicopter and slowed to the speed limit.  So did it.

I exited at Douglasville,  turned south, and drove south on the two lane highway through the woods.  The helicopter did not follow.  I quickly forgot about it and raced the last seven miles home. I pulled into the driveway, got out of the car and was unloading the Big Wheel when the light rose above the treeline about fifty yards behind my house.

I felt confused and stood for a few seconds watching it slowly move toward me.  Then, I realized, there was no noise, not even a whisper of a breeze.  The light moved toward me in dead silence.  Not a helicopter. I ran into the house before I peed myself.  When I looked out the window, the light was gone.

My son began having night terrors on the night before his next birthday.  He had them every year until he turned thirteen.  It was only when he was in his twenties that he asked me about the night the little man came in his room.

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As soon as Rob is finished with Coyote Dreaming, I’m grabbing it!

 

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Cosmic Clown

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I’ve been reading a book called The Trickster and the Paranormal  by George Hansen, published in 2001. The book is dense, often academically dry, packed with mythological references, theories about what the paranormal is – or isn’t. There’s   even stuff about UFOs and encounters. But all of it relates back to the trickster, the vehicle Hanses uses to explore psychic phenomena.

Hansen regards the trickster as deception, a perpetrator of hoaxes, a liar and a cheat – in other words,  the person you hope your son or daughter won’t marry!  Hansen talks about Jung’s archetypes, but defines it, for the purpose of his book, as “a pattern that can manifest at multiple levels.” He believes the trickster is an archetype, as Jung said, but defined it as an “abstract constellation of characteristics” that includes:

  • Loss of status
  • Disruption
  • Boundary crossing
  • Deception
  • Violation of sexual mores
  • Supernatural manifestations

Hansen isn’t a debunker. He isn’t exactly a skeptic, either. He worked in lab-based parapsychology for eight years, three at the Institute for Parapsychology in Durham, North Carolina, and five years at Psychophysical Research Laboratories in Princeton, New Jersey. By his own admission, he has been personally involved with a number of psychic, UFO, and occult subcultures, and also helped start a skeptic group.  “Friends of mine practice ritual magic; others are professional mediums; a number tell me that aliens have abducted them; and still others admit to me privately that they are phony psychics.”

Obviously, this guy isn’t your ordinary researcher.  His central thesis is that psychic phenomena are “associated with processes of destructuring.”  From what I can gather from what I’ve read so far, “destructuring” seems to be the point where monumental shifts occur in society’s mass beliefs, where we reach a tipping point.  Hansen cites the sixties rise of the hippie subculture, for instance, as a period of destructuring. Well, yeah, it was. And the Vietnam war was the pivot on which that destructuring spun. I would venture to say that Occupy Wall Street belonged in this “destructuring” category.

He takes on debunker James Randi, Israeli psychic Uri Geller,  UFOs, abductions, shamanism, Houdini, hypnosis, CSICOPS,  reincarnation, near-death experiences. In Hansen’s cosmology, all these areas are subject to and often subsumed by the trickster.  The biggest problem I have with Hansen’s book, other than the fact that the book is twelve years old and much has surfaced since then, is his definition of the trickster.

The trickster isn’t just about deception. It’s often an in-your-face sort of  thing, where we are confronted with our shadow selves.  It can  manifest itself globally, politically, within organized religion. A politician ior pundit who is against gay marriage, for instance, suddenly changes his stance because his son or daughter comes out as gay. Or he himself turns out to be gay. Hours after Pope Benedict announced his resignation, lightning struck the Vatican. Very Biblical, right?  It’s the Cosmic Clown in action.

Yes, the trickster archetype – that clown – can be – and often is – everything in Hansen’s handy list. But it’s also much more. The trickster is sometimes playfully mischievous, as it was when Rob experienced two successive Zen license plates. It can also goof on you, poke fun at you, as it did during this word game. It can hint at a creative path. It can relate to extreme weather phenomenon that seems to be tailored to seize our attention about climate change. And yes, the trickster can be dark, as it was for Heath Ledger and David Carradine. Or global.

The trickster archetype, the clown synchro, has many masks, many manifestations, and they don’t all have negative connotations. The trickster can be an alchemist that teaches us how to mix different elements in our lives to create what we desire. It can be  the object or animal (coyote in Native American mythology) that relays a message or brings a communication from the dead (owl, raven).  It can be a poltergeist, an ally, a Smeagol in disguise that teaches us something vital about ourselves. It can be wrapped up in something as exotic as an  alien encounter and in something as prosaic as a marriage, a friendship, or in something as significant as death.

When my father was dying, he was in an assisted living facility in Georgia where my sister was the head nurse. We had spent all day in his room, organizing his stuff, making sure his favorite classical music played.  We talked about him and our mom, about what great parents they were, what wonderful childhoods we had. In short, we verbalized our tribute to them. Around 10:30 that night, Mary and I headed back to her townhouse. We were exhausted, but too wired to sleep. She suggested we split an Ambien, which she normally used to go to sleep.

I was hesitant. Although I’d experimented with  my share of drugs in the Sixties, I’ve stayed away from prescription drugs. But I knew I desperately needed to sleep. “I’ll take a quarter.”

Half an hour later, the night nurse at the facility called and said we’d better get there, fast. Dad was failing. At this point, the Ambien had kicked in. When I walked into the dimly building, I felt as though I were walking into a Neptunian world, where nothing is what it seems, where it’s all illusion, a Matrix sort of world, where  the veil between the living and the dead is nearly non-existent. He lay there, my dad did, bathed in a surreal light, unmoving, and I felt my mother around, caught the scent of her favorite perfume. In my mind, I saw them dancing.

It’s the Ambien, I thought. But I knew it was the trickster, the Cosmic Clown, enabling me to see his transition, to feel my mother’s presence, enabling me to push through the resistance I had to his death.  In astrology, Neptune symbolizes the netherword, the afterworld, so it seemed appropriate that two people from the Neptune Society arrived to take his body away. He wanted to be cremated, his ashes scattered at sea, and that’s what the Neptune Society does.

After they took his body away, I sat outside in the dark courtyard, and talked to him in my head. I thanked him for being the father he was. I called a friend and told her what I was feeling. And off to my right, I saw the Cosmic Clown – not a Stephen King horror, but a kinder version who opened his arms, and whispered, “He’s here, always here, as close as your focus and need.”

And ever since, that has been my experience. The Cosmic Clown may laugh at us, but he/she always laughs with us as well, delighting in our discoveries.

This is the trickster I know, the Cosmic Clown I acknowledge. Teacher, muse, buddy, ally.

 

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Shaman-speak

Twenty years ago, I was involved with The Four Winds Society, an organization that leads workshops in shamanism and sponsors tours to Peru and the Amazon, and also the American Southwest to Chaco Canyon and Canyon de Chelly. I wrote a couple of magazine articles and went on a four-day vision quest with a group to the canyons. It was a somewhat grueling trip, hiking all day and doing ceremonies late into the night. (Trish had decided that she would follow her quest in the comfort of home, and when she heard about the details she figured she’d made the right decision.)

Yet, living under such strenuous conditions, holding fire ceremonies and climbing rocks late at night for meditations puts one in a frame of mind where…things happen. I clearly recall a meditation in Canyon de Chelly on a chilly night in which I saw three Indians wearing bandanas and walking along a perilous trail along the side of a cliff.

Suddenly, the third one turned, stared right at me, then propelled himself across the canyon right at me. That’s when I snapped out of the meditation. Later, when I spoke about what happened as we were seated in the big tent, Alberto, our shamanic guide, shook his head. “That Indian was giving you a gift, an initiation into power, but you backed off.“ Hm, just like Indiana Jones, searching, but then backing away when he gets close to non-physical power.

A couple of years later, Alberto brought several Qero Indian shamans to South Florida for workshops and despacho ceremonies. Trish and I went to one in West Palm Beach at a Unity church. It was quite a scene with an audience of more than a hundred watching colorfully garbed Queros – the survivors of the Incas – sitting in a circle on stage preparing for the despacho ceremony and chewing coca leaves next to a 12-foot tall decorated Christmas tree. Then, one after another, audience members approached the lead shaman, who conducted transmissions of energy. Trish recalls feeling an energetic surge from the despacho. In the aftermath, I wrote Prophecy Rock, which I’ve always felt was somehow enhanced from that ceremony.

Over the years, I’ve included some shamanic meditations in the course I teach, but in the last month I’ve intensified my personal shamanic work meditating early in the morning for up to an hour and a half. Mostly, I use recordings made by shamanic practitioner Sandra Ingram.

This morning, I took a half-hour journey to the underworld, a place close to nature, an abode of nature spirits, a place to contact a power animal or guiding spirit, a place to seek healing. However, this time nothing happened. No visions, no voices, nothing that related to the healing quest I’ve pursuing related to a condition I’ve been dealing with since February.

After the meditation, I went into the kitchen and opened a newspaper. I turned a few pages and came upon an article about a Qero shaman who is holding workshops and despachos in South Florida over the coming days. I went to the web site of the sponsoring group and found out that Don Flores would be in Palm Beach County Saturday and Sunday. Later that morning we signed up for the despacho Saturday night and I made an appointment for a one-hour healing with Don Flores on Sunday.

So a meditation that seemed lacking abruptly transitioned into a synchronistic discovery in the morning newspaper. I mean, how often are there articles on shamanism in the daily paper? Almost never. Then, more specifically, I discovered a Qero shaman was coming here, as if in response to my meditations.

We’ll see where this leads and no doubt will report back.

 

 

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The Lost-and-Found Novel

Cover of the lost Indiana Jones novel, by Christian Guldager

I’ve previously written  about the lost Indiana Jones novel, a story that I wrote and that was accepted for publication…but which was never published because of miscommunication between LucasFilm and Bantam Books. Indiana Jones and the Staff of Kings was somewhat related to the story of a new version of the Indy computer game by the same name. Book and game were supposed to come out simultaneously. They didn’t.

When the game came out without the novel, which had been completed months earlier, the novel was killed. So it remained on my desktop PC, which I rarely use anymore. Then, several weeks ago, a power surge fried the hard drive on that computer and did the same to the attached external hard drive. So much for the surge protector. So novel and backup copy were gone, and I figured that was the end of that.

Then, Dale Dassel, an avid Indy fan who sometimes comes to the blog, reminded me that I had sent a digital copy to a Danish artist – also a big Indy fan – who wanted to make a book cover for the unpublished novel. I contacted Christian Guldager and not only did he still have it, but he’d just recently finished reading it for a second time. (I guess I wrote it for him!) He sent the digital file and meanwhile also sent a copy to Dale, who formatted it like a novel, and then sent it to me.

Even though I’ve been approached by a couple of  publishers who would love to put it on the market, it can’t be done because it’s the property of LucasFilm and they have an agreement with Bantam Books, which doesn’t think there’s enough interest in Indiana Jones novels to publish it.

So it goes back to sleep inside my computer. To that end, I was downloading the files Dale sent when Trish walked into my office and said, “What’s this?” She was holding a card, which she’d found on the floor outside my door. On the front of the card was a full-body picture of Harrison Ford, garbed as Indy, whip in hand. At the bottom of the card, it said: INDY FOREVER! On the back was a promo for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.

Dale had sent me the card a few years ago and I had stuck it into the corner of one of my framed Indy book covers. It apparently had fallen out on its own. Trish swears she didn’t bump up against it. The timing couldn’t have been more interesting. Definitely a synchronicity of the Indy kind.

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Planetary Empath Page

For several weeks before the Boston Marathon bombings and subsequent events, I was receiving a lot of email from planetary empaths. These individuals so attuned to the planet that they experience physical symptoms weeks, day, or hours before a natural or manmade disaster. In retrospect, the symptoms  people were reporting certainly pointed toward something big.

In the past, I’ve tried to copy these emails and keep them in a file so I could post them at some point. The problem with this, though, is that I get a lot of email and within a few days, it takes me hours to go back through it all and find the ones I need.

So, I’ve created a static page at the top of the blog called Planetary Empaths,  where people can describe their symptoms and what they’re feeling. This way, there’s a running record, with dates. I published the page on April 16, 2013, the day after the marathon bombings.

Just for clarity, the dates of last week’s events are:

4/15 – Bombing at marathon (before the page went up)

4/18 – 5:10 PM, the FBI releases  the photos of the suspects

4/18-  10:30 PM, shootout in Watertown, where the older brother is killed

4:18 – quake in Japan

4/19 – hunt for younger brother in Watertown, Boston area in lock down, younger brother arrested  that evening

4/20- quake in China

PE Symptoms:

Abdominal pain and discomfort

Aching bones and joints (associated with Boston bombings)

Bleeding from the ears or nose

Burning eyes

Crippling fatigue

Dream premonitions/visions

Extreme sadness with no apparent cause

Extreme vertigo

Feelings of being “crushed” or “broken open” (reported before quakes)

Heart palpitations

Insomnia

Migraines

Nausea

Poltergeist phenomena

Ringing in ears

Strange and vivid dreams about disasters

Vibrations that run up and down arms and legs

There are symptoms that have been reported most frequently, but there are undoubtedly others. If you have experienced anything like this, please comment here or on the PE page. Perhaps by building a database like this, empaths and the rest of us can eventually learn how to read these symptoms for what, where, and when?

- Trish

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Hybrids among us?

When we did our interviews with Anne and Whitley Strieber, the link they provided for our blog was one about social engineering. We’ve gotten some terrific comments and are bringing one of them forward. It’s about hybrids and came from D Nicholas.

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“Having listened to the interview with Anne and having been interviewed by Anne about my experiences I would like to comment on the Grays’ hybrid project. I’m convinced with certainty that it’s real. I have been meditating for years and learned to do channeling, which is basically to be in close contact with your own Daemon ( check out Antony Peake’s book The Daemon. ) After my left ear started beeping like Whitley’s I realized that I had some involvement with the Grays. I have no memory of going anywhere with them, but over time I became convinced it was true.

“One morning about a year ago, during meditation a young female voice came into my head and said she was my daughter Mia and then said: me a nice Gray. She was a second generation backcross. I am a retired plant breeder from the University of Wisconsin, so I’m familiar with backcrossing. Essentially this is when the offspring of the hybrid cross is crossed back to one of the parents and in this case the human parent. She said her mother, a first generation backcross, was someone that I had channeled over the years named Sam, who I eventually realized was a female named Samantha.

“When I was told this, Samantha came into my head to affirm our relationship and she sent some type of energetic jolt through my body that was so strong that I bounced up off my recliner. No wild imagination could cause such a reaction and when she left she did it a second time. 

“Some time after this my Daemon told me that Mia was with child, a future third generation backcross. One night while asleep I had a very vivid dream and I met Mia, who I sensed was pregnant. The most unusual thing about this dream was I had a memory of both taste and smell, which I have never had before in any dream.

“Later when I meditated my Daemon said that the memory of smell and taste was to assure me that this was an actual real event that took place. I was surprised to learn that both Samantha and Mia were backcrossed into the Native American population as Mia had darker skin than I would have expected. When these new variations of us will join us or replace us I have no clue. Am I concerned about it. NO!!

“Having experienced episodes of cosmic consciousness, Ufo sighting and possible on board incidents – but memory erased, and various other strangeness, my sympathy is with Whit and others who are brave enough to speak and stand by their truth. My family, some friends and acquaintances roll their eyeballs, tap their temples, and take off. Other dear folk share their truths and accept mine. Love them and don’t waste time trying to reason with or convince the closed minds.”

 

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Back to the Dog Park

 

Noah and his new girlfriend,Brandy

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Last year, our golden retriever, who was just three then, started acting like a much older dog. He was winded after a few Frisbee runs, had trouble leaping onto the back seat of one of our cars, slept a lot, and then started losing hair from his tail and neck.

We changed his diet, gave him cod liver oil, olive oil, and concocted exotic drinks suitable for human consumption that we shared with him. Nothing worked. Then he developed an ear infection and we took him to our vet, a genius whose diagnoses are rarely wrong. He looked at Noah’s ears, then at his balding tail.

“Thyroid,” he said, and conducted a blood test.

Sure enough, the blood test revealed a low thyroid. Noah is now on the canine version of synthroid. A pill twice a day. In just three weeks, the difference in his energy is astounding. He runs faster, is more competitive at the dog park, chases away doggy thieves who sneak in to grab his ball. He also seems to have developed a crush on Brandy, a female mixed breed who jumps higher than he does to catch a ball.  That’s her in the photo above, looking up and watching a high ball that Rob threw her.

Noah, who was fixed when we got him, now humps Brandy  at every opportunity.  When she runs to chase a ball, he races alongside side her, trying to reach the ball first. People at the dog park who know him have commented about it.

Wow, what has gotten into Noah?

This is how he was two years ago with Cody!

Does he ever get worn out?

The thyroid gland controls how quickly the body uses energy, makes proteins, and controls how sensitive the body is to other hormones. Energetically, it’s centered in the fifth chakra – the throat area – communication.  I’ve noticed that since Noah has been on the thyroid meds, his barks tend to be louder, like explosive booms. Sometimes, he sounds like a hound at the  hunt.  

Golden retrievers are generally known as people friendly dogs who seek human company, seek out human touch and companionship, another form of communication. Noah has never been that kind of golden, probably because he was crated for the first nine months of his life. His previous owners intended to use him as a stud and gave him up when they ran into financial problems.

Yet, since he has been on the thyroid med, he is much less timid about approaching people. Just this afternoon, he went over to Jen, Brandy’s owner, and nudged her, asking for a pat on the head.  Of course, maybe he figures if he can get on her good side, Brandy will be more amenable to chasing him instead of that ball!

We took him back to the vet for a checkup and is thyroid level has gone from .5 to 7 in just four weeks. Normal, the vet says, falls around 4. His fur is growing back, lustrous and thick.

There’s no synchro in this story, no aliens, nothing conspiratorial. Noah has simply reminded me that our animal companions aren’t just ornaments that decorate our lives. They are beings whose inner, emotional lives are as rich – or richer than- our own. They have desires, needs, and longings we can’t fathom. 

Most people I know, for instance, think squirrels are cute or annoying or mischievous little devils. But if you stand in the middle of a dog park and shout, SQUIRREL, nearly every dog will stampede to where you’re standing, looking for that squirrel. They not only understand that word, they react to it.

For a dog, squirrel may represent what for us would be an adrenaline rush – skydiving, that first innocent kiss, winning a marathon, a tennis match, a game of chess. Or, squirrel to a dog may just be synonymous with the thrill of the chase, of running free beneath a vast blue sky.

Since we share our lives with Noah, we are energetically linked to him and vice versa.  So, symbolically, I’m wondering about the thyroid message.  Perhaps it’s saying that we should do more of what we enjoy, what thrills us, what makes us feel as if we are perpetually running free beneath that vast blue sky.

If Rob and I start howling at the moon, you’ll know we got the message.

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Back to the Titanic

 

Years ago, long before we wrote our first book on synchronicity, we read a book on meaningful coincidence called, Synchronicity & You, Understanding the Role of Meaningful Coincidence in your Life,  by Frank Joseph. So it was interesting to come across an article by Joseph recently that, in part, provided a plethora of synchros related to the sinking of the Titanic.

Joseph refers to synchronicity as “fundamentally a form of guidance that enters into the personal lives of every human being. Even if we knowingly discard it, at least part of its influence enters our subconscious.”

Besides the fascinating examples Joseph provides, we were impressed and surprised to see that he confirms one of our convictions about meaningful coincidences that we wrote about in The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity.

He says: “…powerful historical events likewise produce extraordinary high levels of meaningful coincidence. In fact, the more dramatic, even traumatic, the event, the greater the intensity and sheer number that appear.”

In our book, Secret 7 was called, The Global.  ”When synchronicities manifest themselves through global events, the universe seems to be addressing us as a collective.”

Joseph points to the Titantic disaster as an outstanding example of such a global event.

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“Hardly any other single occurrence in the 20th century generated such a large collection of impressive examples. So many, in fact, they embraced all 17 categories of synchronicity. The meaningful significance of particular numerals played its part in the Titanic disaster, too – in that classic bad-luck symbol, Number 13.

“That this traditionally unfortunate number was factually associated with the most infamous of unlucky ocean liners should come as no surprise. Two, separate examples serve to illustrate. A British journalist, W.T. Stead, demonstrated his contempt for superstition by deliberately concluding a story on the 13th of April, 1912. Further tempting fate, his narration described the discovery of an ancient Egyptian sarcophagus and the curse of violent death alleged to overtake anyone who verbally translated its inscription. The next day, R.M.S. Titanic met the disaster in which Stead perished.

“A fellow passenger who lightheartedly challenged the deadly number was from Youngstown, Ohio. George Wick had been traveling with his family through Europe for several months and booked homeward voyage on Titanic. While in transit to Cherbourg, where the doomed ship would make final docking before attempting her transatlantic crossing, he stopped at Paris. There he purchased a Grand Prix sweepstakes ticket, choosing Number 13 on purpose, just to prove to everyone that he was not superstitious. “Watch and see what it does for me!,” he exclaimed. Several days later, Wick went down with the vessel.

“Such warnings proliferated around the Titanic before she sailed. A White Star insignia crumbled to pieces in the hands of Mrs. Arthur Lewis while she was pinning it to her husband’s cap. He was just about to board R.M.S. Titanic, where he was a steward. At the time, she regarded the incident as a bad omen, although he dismissed her expressed anxiety as foolishness, until the ship foundered a few days later. Fortunately, Mr. Lewis survived.

“In another Titanic-related warning, Colonel John Weir, a mining engineer with a worldwide reputation, almost canceled his first class ticket because of distressful feelings about the voyage. Staying at London’s prestigious Waldorf Astoria, he awoke on the morning of April 10th to find that the water pitcher atop his dresser had unaccountably shattered, soaking his clothes. He seriously expressed his premonitory feelings to the hotel manager, who allayed the Colonel’s “superstitions” enough for him to reluctantly board the great ocean liner. While at sea, Weir told his secretary about the burst water pitcher, could not shake his sense of foreboding, and said he must get off Titanic at the next opportunity, when it docked in Queenstown, Ireland. Again dissuaded, he remained aboard, only to go down with the ship he intuited was doomed.

“As some measure of the magnitude of synchronous phenomena associated with the disaster, no less than 899 persons who initially booked passage for Titanic’s maiden voyage eventually refused to board her because of warnings they experienced in the forms of various omens, premonitions, dreams and precognitive events. An additional 4,066 would-be passengers either missed the boat or canceled their reservations, usually under apparently normal circumstances, but sometimes through unusual coincidences that prevented them from sailing.

“Blanche Marshall suffered a hysterical outbreak on April 10th, 1912, as she and her family watched the Titanic steam past the Isle of Wight from the roof of their home overlooking the River Solent. In a virtual panic, she said the liner would sink before it reached New York and railed against her husband, daughters and servants for being blind to her vision of masses of people drowning in the freezing waters of the North Atlantic.

“While neither Mrs. Marshall nor anyone she knew sailed aboard the Titanic, she was prevented from boarding another doomed liner just three years later by similar precognition. In 1915, her husband had booked tickets for their return trip to England from America aboard the Lusitania. She thought nothing of it until she saw the May 1st date of the tickets. Convinced the ship would be torpedoed and sunk on that passage, Blanche convinced him to change their booking. Interestingly, she felt safe traveling on Lusitania at any other time. It was only the prospect of the May 1st crossing that alarmed her. True to her sense of foreboding, the vessel was torpedoed and sunk with heavy loss of life on the same voyage she refused to take.

“A sub-category of “Premonitions” is synchronous literature. Published in 1892, From the Old World to the New described the sinking of an ocean liner after colliding with an iceberg in the North Atlantic. The “fictional” name of its captain, E.J. Smith, likewise belonged to the man who commanded R.M.S. Titanic, twenty years later. Interestingly, the author of From the Old World to the New, W.T. Stead, lost his own life on board the same ship.

“While Titanic was being readied for her maiden voyage, the May issue of Popular Magazine was coming off the presses with the story of Admiral, an 800 foot-long ocean liner crossing the North Atlantic through calm seas at 22 1/2 knots. She strikes an iceberg and sinks, leaving the survivors among her thousand passengers to be rescued by a steamer. Similarities to the real-life tragedy convinced readers the story was based on Titanic’s particulars. But author Mayn Clew Garnett was said to have received the details for his novelette in a dream he had while sailing on the Titanic’s sister ship, Olympic. While he may have been influenced by physical parallels noticed during his passage aboard the virtually look-a-like vessel, Garnett’s selection of 43 north latitude for Admiral’s collision with the iceberg was virtually the same position at which Titanic met her identical fate.

“Literature is not alone among the arts which figure into synchronous events. More in black humour than conscious precognition, a crewman and his wife made recordings for each other, the husband singing “Only To See Her Face Again” to her “True Til Death,” on April 7, 1912, prior to his service about the world’s greatest ocean liner. Three days later, he sailed on the Titanic, never to return.

“Animal interaction in human experience forms its own, distinct category of synchronicity, and was not missing in the fate of R.M.S. Titanic. The age-old sailor’s belief that rats leave ships long before any apparent danger of sinking was exemplified aboard R.M.S. Titanic, when two crewmen in a forward boiler room saw panic-stricken rodents scampering aft, away from the starboard bow. Next day, an iceberg struck that very spot. Both men escaped the disaster with their lives, because the rats’ sudden appearance had made them uneasy enough to station themselves, as often as possible, in the immediate vicinity of the lifeboats.

“Another incident of animal synchronicity associated with Titanic concerns Bess, a thorough-bred horse belonging to Isadore Straus, the co-founder of Macy’s Department Store. The same night he and his wife were killed in the sinking, six-year-old Bess suddenly died of causes the veterinarian was unable to determine.

“Tactile sensations comprise a sub-heading of “Death” in synchronicity. The unaccountable perfume of flowers associated with someone close and recently deceased is not uncommon. Another example belongs to May de Witt Hopkins, who experienced the fragrance of roses in her London home one day after R.M.S. Titanic sank. Although word of the disaster had spread by that time, names of those on board were not yet published. But with the flowery scent filling her room from no apparent source, Hopkins suddenly felt that someone she knew was trying to make her aware of his or her death. She later learned that a friend, who was, unbeknownst to her, a passenger on the ship, had indeed perished when it went down. Interestingly, her own mother, during the late 19th century, had been similarly alerted to the death of a loved one by a mysterious, flowery odour.

““Inanimate Objects,” like the White Star insignia that fatefully disintegrated in the hands of Mrs. Lewis, comprise a wide-ranging group of synchronous experiences. The Managing Director of the White Star Line, Joseph Bruce Ismay, survived the Titanic, but thereafter resigned his post, because he was publicly, although unfairly, blamed for the tragedy. He spent the next 25 years of his life in virtual seclusion, dying on October 17, 1937. That same Sunday afternoon, a framed, oval mirror that hung in Ismay’s office during his tenure at the White Star Line suddenly crashed from its hook, scattering broken pieces across the floor.

“Two weeks after Titanic was lost, a large wooden crate left unclaimed at Pier 61, in New York harbour, was opened by port authorities. They were surprised to see that it contained a meticulously detailed model of the sunken vessel. It had originally been sent to the US for promotional purposes on behalf of the White Star Line and was supposed to be returned to the London offices on the doomed ship’s return voyage. But the 30 foot-long representation was accurate in more particulars than anyone could explain. Although it presented a full compliment of 20 davits, there were only a dozen miniature lifeboats. Moreover, the bow was partially ruined and a long crack appeared from the keel toward the upper deck, mimicking the actual damage sustained by Titanic.

“As might be expected, “Dreams” are an important category of synchronicity. While traveling in Europe during the spring of 1912, a New York lawyer, Isaac C. Frauenthal, dreamt of being aboard a large ship which collided with some floating object and began to sink. His was a long, vivid nightmare, in which he clearly recalled the sights and sounds of calamity. Several nights later, the identical psycho-drama repeated itself, and he told his brother and sister-in-law that it must be a warning against their up-coming voyage on R.M.S. Titanic.

“But they laughed at his dream and convinced him to go through with their return trip to America aboard the doomed White Star liner. All three survived the sinking foretold in Isaac’s recurring nightmare.

“Perhaps the most inexplicable aspects of synchronicity are those more infrequent instances of “Parallel Lives.” When Lucien P. Smith narrowly escaped death during the terrible fire on Viking Princess, in 1966, it was his second, major disaster at sea. A survivor of the Titanic, he was in his mother’s womb when that ship sank, just as Mrs. Astor, also aboard, was pregnant with her son, John Jacob. Both children were born eight months after the sinking, in which their fathers perished. Their mothers died in the same year, 1940.

“Individual lives and major conflicts are events sometimes so powerful they echo beyond their own time and appear to replay themselves in the future. Such an extraordinary case of parallel history began to unfold when William C. Reeves went aboard the tramp steamer, Titanian, as an ordinary seaman, departing Scotland for New York on April 13, 1935. Ten days later, at 2300 hours, he was ordered into the foc’s’le head to stand watch.

“Although the sea was calm, the darkness was moonless and impenetrable. Reeves began to feel increasingly uneasy, not only because of the very poor visibility conditions he now faced as ship’s look-out. He thought, too, of the premonitory novel he had been reading in his cabin, Morgan Robertson’s Futility. Reeves was unable to keep his mind from drifting back to a dramatic moment in the book when Titan’s look-out missed seeing an iceberg in time to avoid disaster. Also, he could not help but notice the ironic similarity of his ship’s name, Titanian, and Robertson’s Titan with Titanic.

“As his sense of irony deepened into anxiety, he realized that the time was now 23:35, just five minutes before the hour Titanic struck the iceberg. Reeves knew that penalties were severe for raising a false alarm, the darkness ahead showed no sign of danger, and for some moments he hesitated to act. But at last his feelings of imminent collision overwhelmed him and he ordered the bridge to stop engines, “Iceberg ahead!”

“No sooner had the ship’s speed dropped off, than she smashed into several large fragments of ice, which twisted her bow and disabled her propeller. Slowing to full stop, Titanian’s crew were astonished to behold an enormous iceberg looming directly ahead out of the darkness. The floating mountain appeared at 23:40, the same hour of Titanic’s collision.

“Doubtless, had the Titanian not stopped in time, she would have followed her predecessor to the bottom. An SOS sent to Cape Race, Newfoundland, brought rescue to the stranded crew.

“The multiple synchronicities of this parallel event – the similar ships’ names, Reeves’ powerful premonition, his reading of Robertson’s book, precisely the same hour for meeting with a deadly iceberg – far out-strip all considerations on behalf of mere chance. Instead, they clearly define the operative principle of meaningful coincidence as a legitimate phenomenon.”

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Interestingly, W.T. Stead is involved in two of the Titanic synchros, though Joseph didn’t mention the oddity. Thinking it was an error, I looked up the book with the Titanic-like saga, From the Old World to the New, and indeed, W.T. Stead is the author. He tested his own fate, and boarded the Titanic on its maiden voyage, and went down with the ship.

Frank is the editor in chief of Ancient American magazine and the author of numerous books including The Destruction of Atlantis, The Lost Civilization of Lemuria, Survivors of Atlantis, The Lost Treasure of King Juba, Atlantis in Wisconsin, The Lost Pyramids of Rock Lake and Last of the Red Devils. He lives in Minnesota.

 

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American Revolution & #57

Number synchronicities are something that captivate many people. But we’ve found that this particular type of synchronicity seems to especially appeal to people who don’t pay much attention to other aspects of meaningful coincidences in their lives. In other words, the frequency of an appearance of a particular number seems to be an entry point for some people into the world of synchronicity.

As a recent example, we  were involved in talks with a man who had been the programming director for a large cable channel company for more than twenty years. He had retired and was working as a consultant bringing ideas for TV series to a production company called Jupiter Entertainment. He knew that the H2 channel was looking for a new series to follow Ancient Aliens and he’d come across Aliens in the Backyard, and was fascinated.

As it turned out, JE was busy with other projects and passed on Aliens.  We’d been hopeful, but having been there before, we were aware that it was a long shot.

We’d talked on the phone and exchanged e-mails with this man who seemed fairly traditional – in other words, not into the paranormal or synchronicity. But he did confess to being baffled by one set of numbers that repeatedly appeared in his life.

After things culminated with his pursuit of bringing Aliens to the small screen, he wrote us and said that his daughter had also been plagued by a number synchronicity. When he asked her what number, he was amazed to find out that it was the same number he was seeing.

So we asked him what the number was and when Trish heard that it was 4-4-4, she was startled because she had seen that same string of numbers herself before the man had contacted us. Once we were talking with him, she no longer saw the numbers.

That story is an extended intro to a fascinating tale about number synchronicities from History Computed, by Arthur Finnessey, who found that the number 57 is an intimate characteristic of the American Revolution.

Among examples he cites is the last time the Liberty Bell rang, in tribute to George Washington, before it cracked on February 22, 1846 – 57 years after Washington’s 57th birthday.

> The closing paragraph of the US Constitution, following its original seven articles, makes up 57 words. It was ratified by 57 yes-votes from New Hampshire, and all Constitutional law begins with the Constitution’s 57th word –  “All.”

> On February 6, 1777, 57 weeks to the day after the pivotal Battle of Princeton, another turning-point took place when the French joined the American cause. They fought off 19 British warships, making it possible for Washington to defeat Cornwallis on October 19, 1781, in a war which began on the 19th of April, 1775. So those three significant 19′s add up to 57.

>Washington’s only two victories over British Commander Cornwallis were 57 days apart.

> So too, 57 days separated the other decisive battles of the war, at Cowpens and the Guilford Courthouse.

> The final anniversary of Lexington and Concord celebrated during the Revolutionary War was precisely 57 months, 57 weeks and 57 days after they were fought.

> In South Carolina’s most famous assault at Fort Ninety-Six, 57 Americans were killed. Interestingly, 96 is the sum total of the number of men who signed the Declaration of Independence (57) and the Constitution (39). The American Revolution’s 57th month concluded on 19 January, 1780; the Redcoats took Charleston exactly twice times 57 (114) days later. Twelve times 57 (684) days before, the decisive Battle of Monmouth was fought.

Symbolically, five is associated with male energy (i.e., war), while seven signifies the completion of cycles. Together, five and seven reflect the completion of major military cycles running like inter-linking themes throughout the history of the Revolutionary War. Isodore Kozminsky, in Numbers, Their Meaning & Magic, refers to any number from 55 to 64 as “the Sword.”

Author Frank Joseph wondered  if the presence of the number 57 determined historical events. Or was it somehow an outgrowth or expression of America’s violent struggle for freedom? (Yes, we’ve read the terrible stuff about him, and don’t know whether it’s true, but if it is, does that automatically make his take on synchros invalid?)

Joseph says: “The outstanding feature of 57, around which acausal incidents revolved, was a major rift in the fabric of history – the American Revolution. All other, similarly powerful historical events likewise produce extraordinary high levels of meaningful coincidence.”

Yes. In fact, that last comment relates to the 7th secret of The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity: When synchronicities manifest themselves through global events, the universe seems to be addressing us as a collective.

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A Sunday Chuckle

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Don Pascual: A Q’ero Shaman


Don Pascual, Q’ero shaman

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 This evening, April 27, we drove to Palm Beach Gardens for a ceremony with Peruvian/Q’ero shaman Don Pascual Flores.  We weren’t sure what to expect.

The ceremony consists of creating a despacho –  a medicine pouch – that holds the wishes and desires of everyone in the room.

In the 1990s, we attended a despacho ceremony with another Q’ero shaman who had been brought to the U.S. by author Albert Villodo.  That was held in a rather large auditorium, with more than a hundred people attending, and a group of Q’ero Indians preparing the medicine pouch on stage. When the despacho was finished, everyone in the audience came forward one by one, for a limpieza – or cleansing – of his/her energy field with the medicine pouches made on stage.

This event was held at the Jamar Enlightenment Center, a yoga studio. As soon as we walked in, we knew the ceremony was going to be considerably smaller and much more personal. There were 22 of us seated in low meditation chairs, in a large circle. Don Pascual and Carey Stokes, the American who brought the shaman to the U.S. for a limited tour of South Florida, sat at the north direction of the circle. That direction is represented by the hummingbird.

Rob and I were sitting to the east, symbolized by the condor. I rather liked that since condors and hummingbirds feature in  both Esperanza and in Apparition, the 3rd book in the series, which comes out in November 2013.

Before the ceremony opened, before Don Pascual even sat down, he went around the circle and hugged everyone hello. Then we were invited to place anything we wanted to on a cloth, where the object would be blessed with the despacho  at the end of the evening.  I put my watch  there. Rob had brought along his mesa, a collection of objects that he has gathered over the years in our travels – crystals, stones – and put that on the cloth.   

The ceremony opened with an homage to each of the four directions. We all turned to face the particular direction, Don Pascual uttered a prayer in Quechua and Spanish. Some people had brought rattles, which they shook during the prayers. Honor to each direction ended with Don Pascual blowing into a large conch shell, using it like a horn.

Then the making of the medicine pouch began.   Carey explained that there are hundreds of types of despachos.  This one was called Ini and its purpose is to restore balance in our lives.Everyone in the room was given three bay leaves; in Peru, they use coca leaves, but since they’re illegal here, bay leaves were substituted. Apparently you can make do with what you have because it’s the intent that matters. 

We breathed on the bay leaves and poured our wishes, dreams and hopes into them.  We did this while Don Pascual began to build the despacho  on a square piece of fabric. A lot of stuff goes into it and I wasn’t able to scribble notes fast enough to record everything:

The petals of red and white flowers, anise, sugar, dollars from the Dollar Store (representing abundance), sprinklings of wine and Florida water – known as Spirit Water – and objects that represent the 7 chakras. We were each invited to come forward and place our bay leaves inside the despacho.

When I sat on a pillow in front of this shaman while he performed this ritual with my three bay leaves, it felt extraordinary. Something powerful emanated from this man. He’s short, maybe five feet tall, with a kind of angelic face, small, dark eyes, and was decked out in full shaman poncho, pants, even a woolen cap.  He was barefoot, like the rest of us, and I remember looking at his small feet at one point and thinking, Wow, these feet are genuine. They’ve walked at 14,000 feet in the Andes. We later learned that Don Pascual’s teacher  was considered to be the Q’ero equivalent of the Dalai Lama.

He blessed my bay leaves, told me to breathe on them three times, then he did the same. The leaves were then pressed together with a white flower petal and placed just so inside the despacho.

 We also breathed our wishes and dreams into a kernel of Peruvian corn, which was probably the largest corn kernel I’ve ever seen. Then we each went up and placed the kernel in the medicine pouch.

By the time Don Pascual had finished placing everything in the despacho, he positioned a candle in each of the four directions and lit them.  Only then were we allowed to take photos. Here’s what it looked like. All that color is Don Pascual’s clothing and cap as he’s leaning forward. The medicine pouch is in front of him. Here, it resembles a birthday cake.

After the candles were blown out, Carey Stokes did a limpieza on each of us with his mesa, then we sat on a pillow again in front of Don Pascual and he blessed each of us with the despacho. Here’s Rob, receiving his blessing:


 Again, when this little guy placed that despacho on my various chakras – crown, throat, heart – and murmured his prayers – I felt steeped in a kind of cultural alchemy. I was reminded that trees don’t grow at 14,000 feet, but potatoes do. I was reminded that a pilot must use oxygen at 14,000 feet and above. I was reminded that when you live at this altitude, there are no grocery stores, drug stores, malls or doctors. The village shaman is your doctor. So he or she must treat the absolute bottom line: the imbalance in your energy field.

Don Pascual is the real deal.

On April 28, Rob has a one-hour healing session with him. 

 

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A Healing Ceremony

On Sunday, April 28, I received an hour-long healing from Don Pascual Flores, the Q’ero Indian shaman, who was visiting South Florida under the auspices of Carey Stokes, a healer in his own right. As Trish mentioned in her comments about our group session the evening before, we were surprised that the despacho ceremony included cleansing procedure with condor feathers and Florida water that was very similar to what we experienced years ago in ceremonies with Santeria practitioners in Miami.

The healing ceremony involved lots of spit-spraying of Florida water as well as work with crystals, stones, feathers, and bells. For much of the healing, I was holding large pieces of crystal quartz in either hand along with an eagle feather in each hand as I lay on my back. Meanwhile, Don Pascual was chanting and singing and placing stones on my forehead and rubbing other stones across my body.

I quickly entered the alpha state between wakefulness and sleep, and as he called on the spirits, I seemingly glimpsed one watching us. I was in a deeply relaxed state of mind where I was seeing an entity – which looked sort of like an owl – for some time before I realized what I was looking at. So at first it was there, but I didn’t comprehend what I was seeing. It’s like staring at something in the refrigerator that you’re looking for, but somehow not seeing it.

One of the oddities of this healing, something a bit hard to conceive and sort of humorous as well, was something that Don Pascual did while he was working on my feet. He sprayed my feet with Florida water, rubbed them with stones, then tied the big toes together and stuck an eagle feather between them. So the reading was definitely from ‘head to toe.’

Don Pascual only had one question for me, what was my name.  I told him Roberto, my traveling name when I’m in Latin countries. He invoked the spirits over and over in the name of mi hermano (my brother) Roberto. His effort, as I understand it, was to remove any negative attachments from ancestors.

Did the healing work? It’s hard to say so soon after the experience, which at this writing was about four hours ago. As I recall, the last time I was involved in a Q’ero ceremony, around 1995, nothing much happened for me at the time. However, I completed Prophecy Rock shortly afterwards, and it went on to win the Edgar Allan Poe Award. In fact, an article that appeared in Publisher’s Weekly about the awards featured a photo of me receiving my Edgar–one of more than 25 Edgars that were awarded in various categories. I have always attributed the energy transmission from that despacho ceremony with the Q’eros as a turning point for that novel.

There’s a very interesting synchronicity here. Prior to hearing about Don Pascual’s appearance in South Florida, I had been receiving long-distance healing transmissions from Jane Clifford, the healer in Wales who comes to our blog. Surprisingly, the type of healing transmissions that Jane was using were based on the same ancient Inca (Q’ero) methods. She had studied the Munay Ki system through an on-line course offered by The Four Winds Society and found that it worked very well for her. It was unusual for her to work with a group and she was already a renowned healer in her own right. So she had been working with Snake and Leopard medicine for several weeks.

Finally, one day I told her that I would probably end up in surgery for benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH) fairly soon. The specialist I was seeing was encouraging it. There was no more time for alternative healing methods. She replied: “No, there’s still time for a miracle.” It was that same morning, after reading her comment, that I opened up the newspaper and found the article about Don Pascual Flores.

ADDENDUM:

One day after the healing ceremony, something happened that linked Don Pascual and Jane Clifford’s energy transmissions. Jane has been sending healing energies now for several weeks. But I’ve never had any particular reaction. However, this morning, she sent an e-mail suggesting that I try visualizing a golden snake entering my body and healing me. After reading it, I closed my eyes, relaxed and focused, imagining the golden snake entering and healing. Almost immediately, I felt an energy field swirling around me, moving counter-clock wise and I felt empathy and compassion within it.

I knew it was from Jane, and when I told her about it, she remarked that it was the healing ceremony with Don Pascual that had opened me and made me more receptive. She also said that as she wrote about the golden snake, she felt the energy moving out from her to me.

A day later, another twist. I have told the doctor nothing about the healing ceremony.  Shamans are in another world from most medical professionals. In fact, I haven’t seen the doctor since early April., Yet, when I called his office in reference to an upcoming appointment, which was to talk about surgery, he now says he doesn’t think it’s a good idea to rush into it. I’m curious about his shift in thinking. I’ll find out more when I see him.

 

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A Moldavite Telepathic Moment

 Moldavite is not a common stone. But it certainly has a colorful history. Nearly 15 million years ago, a meteor crashed in what is now the Bohemian plateau of the Czech Republic. It’s believed that moldavite is a result of that meteor’s impact, but there are several theories about its origin. One theory is that it’s earthly rock melted by the heat of the meteor’s crash. Another theory contends that its origin is extraterrestrial.

According to author Robert Simmons, moldavite has been used as a spiritual talisman for at least 25,000 years, More recently it has been connected to the grail in the legend of the holy grail. Whatever its origins, it is now widely used for metaphysical purposes. Simmons says that working consciously with this stone causes chakras to open, your dream life becomes more vivid and meaningful, healings occur, it’s easier to communicate with spirit guides, and that synchronicities increase.

 I own a couple of pieces of moldavite – in a ring, a pendant, and a couple of raw unpolished pieces. I‘m always on the lookout.

 

So this afternoon (April 28) Rob and I are waiting at the Jamal Enlightement Center for his healing session with Peruvian shaman Don Pascual. The gift shop has an extensive collection of stones. I’m looking through them and wondering if there’s any moldavite. The other woman who is waiting for a healing with Carey Stokes  suddenly says to the clerk, Do you have any  moldavite?

Synchronicity. Maybe two seconds passed between my thought and her question. It’s as if we read each other’s minds.

The clerk comes out from behind the counter. “We have one piece. Moldavite is hard to find.”

She brings out a polished piece of moldavite, fitted for a pendant, selling for $70. The woman and I pass.

 “You ever been to Cassadaga?” Rob asks her.

 The woman laughs. “Never, but I’m going soon.”

 Me: “You can usually find some nice moldavite pieces there.”

 She asks a few more questions about Cassadaga, we talk about the silence and darkness after a hurricane. She confides that she has made the rounds of healers (and psychics) in the area and has found them wanting. “But I feel that Carey is genuine.”

 And so do I.

 Carey is one of these strapping, good-looking  Cary Grant kind of guys. You sense that he’s totally immersed in what he’s doing. He learned his healing methods from Don Pascual.

 When she was called in for her healing with Carey, Rob was on the far side of the room with Don Pascual.   “Puedo quedar?” I asked Don Pascual. May I stay?

 “She can translate,” Rob said.

 “No, no,” Pascual said.

 “It’s  about the spirits who come in,” Stokes added.

 So I shut the door, bought a pair of dream catcher earrings  that had captured me earlier, and went on outside to walk Noah, who had been waiting patiently in the car.

I also bought two pieces of vegetarian pizza, consumed one of them,  enjoyed the vast  blue Florida sky, and marveled at the small but magical synchro with a stranger.

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Supernormal

Dean Radin himself must be considered supernormal. As a scientist working in the tiny field of parapsychology, he is surrounded by academics and intellectuals who not only  dismiss all psi phenomena, but think parapsychology is not a valid field of study. As a result, there is very little money available for such result and only a handful of full-time parapsychologists. Yet, Radin plods on tirelessly, turning out the studies and the book. He has the evidence, the undeniable proof that telepathy and other psychic phenomena are real.

from Radin:

Critics are fond of saying that’s there is no scientific evidence for psi. They wave their fist in the air and shout, “Show me the evidence!” Then they turn red and have a coughing fit. In less dramatic cases a student  might be genuinely curious and open-minded, but unsure where to begin to find reliable evidence about psi. Google knows all and sees all, but it doesn’t know how to interpret or evaluate what it knows (at least not yet).

In the past, my response to the “show me” challenge has been to give the titles of a few books to read, point to the bibliographies in those books, and advise the person to do their homework. I still think that this is the best approach for a beginner tackling a complex topic. But given the growing expectation that information on  virtually any topic ought to be available online within 60 seconds, traditional methods of scholarship are disappearing fast.

So I’ve created a SHOW ME page with downloadable articles on psi and psi-related topics, all published in peer-reviewed journals. Most of these papers were published after the year 2000. Most report experimental studies or meta-analyses of  classes of experiments. I will continue to add to this page and flesh it out, including links to recent or to especially useful ebooks. This page may eventually become annotated, then multithreaded and hyperlinked, and then morph into a Wiki.

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Carol Bowman, Past Lives, and Synchronicity

 

A note: we’ll be  here tonight live, from 11 PM to 1 AM Eastern time.

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I have been fortunate in my life to connect with people who make a difference in the world. Author and past-life researcher Carol Bowman is one of them.

 In the 1980s, when her son and daughter were very young, her son, Chase, developed a horrible fear of firecrackers. When questioned about his fear, he recounted a life as a Civil War soldier  in which he was wounded. He, a five-year old boy, accurately described a bayonet, the “firecracker-like noises” around him on a Civil War battlefield,  and Carol suddenly knew his phobia pointed at a deeper reality.  After he remembered his death on the battlefield, his fear of loud noises went away.

 She ended up on Oprah before she’d even written her book, Children’s Past Lives, and went on to write a second book, Return from Heaven.  In the years since, Carol has established a practice as a past-life therapist. She has been on innumerable TV and radio shows, was the first person to be contacted about the James Leininger case, which she discussed on ABC “Primetime” before that case even registered in popular culture, and has been approached by numerous producers and consultants who are looking for cases that prove reincarnation.

 Through her research,  Carol was not trying to prove whether these memories can be validated.  Her focus is on healing,  an aspect her mentor – Ian Stevenson, and his protégé, Jim Tucker – summarily dismissed.  Carol knows otherwise. And the universe  seems to be cooperating. Just today, she was going through her cases for  her next book, and ran across a regression she did in 1994, of a woman who had been plagued by the same nightmare for forty years.

In the nightmare, this women saw herself as a young boy, about 15, in tattered, dirty clothing.  She/he was with a group of children and was telling them to be quiet.  The boy sensed a dark shadow following them.  Then, she would wake up in a panic.

 In the regression, this woman saw herself as a teenage boy, about 15, who is trying to usher a group of Italian children to safety during WWII.  Everything goes wrong. The boy is found – and tortured – and he and the children are all killed.  As he was dying, the boy felt terrible guilt about what happened, and blamed himself for not saving the children.  He felt it was his responsibility, and he failed.  

 As he was “dying” in that life, he saw that he really had died a noble death by sacrificing himself  to try to save the children.  He was able to release the guilt he carried from that experience into this life, which came up through his dreams.   Today, almost 20 years after that regression, Carol heard from the woman, who gave her permission to use the story in her new book.

Since the woman’s regression,  she has never had the nightmares again. The regression provided closure when she saw that  as that boy she had done all that he could do to save the children in that situation.  This insight, or shift in perspective, healed her.  

 That’s what Carol’s work is about.  She is already convinced of the validity of past lives. Her focus now is simpler:  past-life therapy heals.

 

 

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Disclosure Hearings

This week, Washington has been the site of disclosure hearings related to UFO phenomena. A panel of six former members of Congress is hearing testimony from more than 40 UFO witnesses, involving some of the most interesting cases. Wednesday morning the testimony was dedicated to the  eerie matter of mysterious animal mutilations that allegedly are related to the activity of UFO occupants. The intent of the hearings is to urge Congress to come aboard and set up their own hearings and call for government disclosure of secret UFO documents.

As might be expected, the mainstream media is dissing this event with some news outlets ridiculing both the hearing and panel members. I heard one report at the outset of the hearings that mainly involved belittling the former congress members by exposing their personal and financial frailties. It reminded me of virulent campaign attacks as election day approaches, and made me wonder what the point of the nastiness is about. It shows that the subject of UFOs and also the paranormal remain open game for such attacks. The harbingers of political correctness, who would never attack someone for being gay or a minority have no problem ridiculing UFO witnesses or believers in the paranormal.

To their credit, one semi-mainstream online news outlet, the Huffington Post, owned by AOL, has not only covered the hearings as a real event, but maintained a balanced approach, avoiding the disparaging comments found in other accounts.

Here is a  partial report on Huffington Post, written by Lee Spiegal, who knows this subject well. This report focuses on a case involving an ace Peruvian pilot, Col. Oscar Santa-Maria (pictured above.)

“Possibly the most intriguing testimony offered today (Wednesday) so far came from a former 25-year Peruvian air force fighter pilot. Col. Oscar Santa-Maria. In 1980, he was ordered to takeoff and shoot down a sphere-shaped UFO that was in restricted airspace near an air base. The encounter lasted more than 20 minutes.

“‘These were 22 minutes where we went up and down, it went around, and it was trying to avoid me while I was pursuing it and I was trying to fire. When I first fired, these were bursts of 30 millimeter shells — a single one can destroy a truck. And I shot 64, a barrage of fire, and nothing happened at all, and that’s what was so surprising.

“‘The possibility of NOT hitting my target was practically impossible. I’ve won awards for marksmanship, and that’s why they sent me up there to chase this thing. The possibility of my missing it was zero.’

“The object Santa-Maria was chasing was about 30 feet in diameter with a dome on top, no visible engine, wings or windows. He told the committee he tried to figure out how to better attack the unknown craft.

“‘I tried different positions. When it went up, it had supersonic speed. When I moved to the side of the UFO at 1.3 Mach, it stopped, and then, in a matter of seconds, it achieved 1.2 Mach without any engines! This is something that nobody, no craft can do, to just go from zero to 1.2 Mach, vertically, to reach my same position — it was able to anticipate my moves and then follow me.

“‘Once I landed, I met with intelligence officers, and we looked at all catalogues to see what possible spy object this might have been, but there was nothing similar to what I had observed, and we were unaware of any type of technology [like this] on Earth that existed.”

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You probably won’t read about that case or any others in most newspapers, or even on cable TV. If someone has seen any other media reports that actually over the hearings without the element of ridicule, please let us know.

 

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Is He a Witness?

This You Tube video is one of the things that came out of the Disclosure events in Washington, D.C. this past week. This man was apparently a CIA agent during the Eisenhower years. He strikes me as sincere, but I always ask myself if it might be more disinformation. The video was shot in early March.

Tonight, we’ll be live with Mark Johnson and KGRADIO, 9-10:30 PM eastern.

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An Odd Little Cluster

 For Mother’s Day, Rob, Megan and I went to the Norton Museum in downtown West Palm Beach to see an Annie Leibowitz exhibit.  Before we left, I slipped on my moldavite ring and told Rob and Megan the ring would attract a synchro,

On the way, we got stuck behind the SUV in the photo above.  With a canoe on the roof rack and three bikes on a rear carrier, it’s not an easy car to miss. 

Rob finally pulled around the car, we headed south on Olive, the street where the museum is located, and realized we’d gone too far. We circled back and turned into the museum lot – and saw the SUV with the canoe and bikes on it. The people were just getting out. to head into the museum.

“Them again?” Megan laughed. “This is starting to feel like a synchro.”

We went through the exhibit, which was fantastic.  The selection of 39 photos includes portraits of both celebrities and ordinary people.

We wandered around for about an hour, then decided to head for a Cuban bakery.

We were admiring the homes in a particular neighborhood  and weren’t paying any attention to where we were going. We ended up at another Cuban bakery  and while I went up to the sidewalk window to buy a couple of cortaditos, Rob and Megan filled the car with gas at the station across the street.  In other words, time passed, probably half an hour.

When we left the bakery, we missed our turn and ended up on the interstate. Rob decided to get off at the next exit and who’s in front of us? The SUV.

What?” Rob exclaimed.

“A cluster,” I laughed.

“Impressive,” Megan remarked.

They apparently had gotten lost as well, because as soon as I snapped the photo, they made a U-turn and headed back onto the interstate.  

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