Bird’s Journey


Our daughter recently moved into a house with her friend, Erin. They met nine years ago, when both were interning at Dolphins Plus in Key Largo, a dolphin research facility that is leagues above anything at Epcot or Sea World. The house, built in the 1920s, sits on an acre of land that backs up to a lake.

Megan’s dog, Nika, who has been living in an apartment building for the last three years, is beside herself with joy. She has a yard! Squirrels in the trees! She can run outside whenever she wants! Doggie paradise, in other words. Erin also has a dog, Bailey, but he only visits because he lives nearby with her parents. She also has a cockatoo, Bird, whom she moved into the house about a week after Erin and Megan made the move.

Bird has a lot of freedom. His wings aren’t clipped and he pretty much has the run of the house, flying around the rooms, touching down on any shoulder that suits him, and chasing Nika. But on his second or third day in the house, Bird flew through the open door to the backyard and vanished. Erin and Megan called for him, heard his answering cries, then those dwindled away to nothing. They moved his cage out into the yard, with food inside, and kept searching for him.

Erin was devastated.

After three or four days, she accepted that Bird wasn’t coming back. Then a weird thing happened. Erin had posted something about Bird’s escape on Facebook. A neighbor of her mother’s friend saw the post and wrote that the other night, she’d heard a bird on her roof and had crawled out a second story window and rescued it. A cockatoo. Could this possibly be Erin’s Bird?

It seemed unlikely. The woman lived nearly an hour’s drive from where Erin and Megan lived. But it was within the vicinity of where Erin’s parents lived, and where Bird had lived most of his life. Was it possible that Bird was trying to get back to its home with Erin’s parents?

Erin knows about synchronicity and decided to check out the cockatoo. When she walked into the woman’s house and saw the bird, she knew it was her Bird. She said, “Bird? Is it really you?” And Bird responded to his name. He is now back at the house where Megan and Erin live and is doing his usual Bird stuff – flying around the house, terrorizing Nika, and cuddling up to Erin.

So, let’s talk about odds on this one. Bird flies away on what turns out to be a very cold night in Orlando, and ends up nearly an hour away from where Megan and Erin are living, but not too far from his former home. He’s white, doesn’t blend with the environment, but manages to survive for several days and nights of very cold temps for Florida. It’s the kind of thing in our area that escaped green parrots do well. They bond quickly with a flock, learn the ropes of life in the wild, and find plenty of food top sustain them. But cockatoos, because of their color, stand out. In all my years in this state, I’ve never seen a wild cockatoo.

Bird finds refuge on the roof of a home whose owner is friends with a friend of Erin’s mother. Two degrees of separation? The woman sees Erin’s post on Facebook about Bird. The rest is synchro history.

Skeptics can cite all kinds of statistics about how such an improbable thing might happen because so many of the planet’s 7 billions plus inhabitants are now connected through the Internet. But that doesn’t explain how Bird just happened to end up on the rooftop of a house owned by a woman who was a friend of a friend of Erin’s mother.  It doesn’t explain anything  unless Bird and his ilk have access to the Internet and Facebook.


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Nana Nana


This is kind of a whimsical post just because I (Rob) proved to myself that I don’t know what I’m talking about. It started as an analysis of what I thought was a trickster synchro someone else experienced, only to discover that I was the one tricked. But let me back up.

I came across a story on one of the Facebook synchro pages and responded. The funny thing is that I apparently mistook the writer’s FB handle for the ‘unique name’ mentioned in the first sentence. So my analysis was skewed, but I still like it. Here’s how it went, starting with the FB entry.

Nana Nana – Synchronicity

Saw a woman with a unique name at work. At the end of work, went to see a movie with the same name at the beginning of the movie. What does it all mean??!! Is someone controlling all this? Is our path written for us? Have no idea what’s going on. Seeing same sort of numbers everyday is bad enough, but words in thoughts, said out loud or in dreams appearing in my normal life? ok ok, I’m not going crazy. lol.

My response:

Good story. When you experience synchroncity, you’re stepping outside the everyday world of cause and effect, if only for a moment. It’s a hint, a sign, that there’s a deeper reality, where our true selves exist. This one also might be a trickster synchro…’nana nana’ sounds like the trickster goading you to see that there more to our reality than meets the eye. We’re staring at a puddle, not seeing the ocean.


Then I went back to find out who wrote the story and realized it was Nana Nana herself. Oh, oh. Well, that’s a unique name. But, hey, if you’re going to write about someone else’s unique name, tell us what it is.  After inquiring about that very question, Nana Nana responded that the woman’s name is Morag. And at the beginning of the movie Guardians of the Galaxy the words Planet Morag appeared.

All right, now I know. But I like the story better when I thought the name was Nana Nana.


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This Is Who We Are?

We tortured some folks,” Obama said. “But that’s not who we are.”

Really? Until people in the Bush administration who authorized tactics that the Nazis used in their death camps are not only held accountable for their policies, but are indicted, then yes, we are torturers. We are a nation that ignores the Geneva Convention, a nation that believes it is above the law. Until Bush, Cheney, John Yoo, Paul Wolfowitz and all the other political mafiosos of that administration are behind bars, then who are we? We’re a nation of hypocrites.

Who are we to cite China and North Korea and other countries on their human rights violations when we subjected detainees to waterboarding, rectal hydration, hypothermia so extreme that one prisoner died, and isolation that would drive any of us into utter madness?

Meanwhile, Bush in retirement has taken up painting. Cheney got a new heart and can be seen occasionally scowling on Fox News. John Yoo is teaching at Berkeley, a real puzzler, since Berkley is one of the most liberal universities in the country. John Brennan, the head of the CIA now, defends his agency’s tactics.

In reading through some of report released by the Senate Intelligence Committee, I thought I would vomit. How can any human being subject another human being to 47 days in complete isolation? To waterboarding? To hundreds of hours without sleep? To standing on broken feet and legs with your arms tethered above your head while you are buck naked? To threats that your mother and sisters are going to be raped and dismembered unless you come clean?

From the Huffington Post:

During the George W. Bush years there was a brief public debate about whether or not waterboarding was “torture.” The late Christopher Hitchens, who was an important intellectual cheerleader for the Iraq War and an advocate for an aggressive “war on terror” wasn’t convinced that waterboarding was torture so he agreed to have it done to him. A few other reporters also willingly subjected themselves to waterboarding as a publicity stunt to “see what it was like.” I doubt if any pro-torture reporter or intellectual would agree to undergo rectal feeding as Hitchens did with waterboarding to find out if it’s really “torture.” We won’t see Dick Cheney on teevee with a blender and an enema bag any time soon.

And then, over the past few days, another kind of torture took place, a financial torture in Congress. The U.S. government was about to run out of money – again, after a government shutdown in 2013 that cost millions and affected millions. At the last moment, provisions were included that basically gutted the Dodd Frank provision. This is a biggie.

The financial meltdown of 2008 was due to the way banks handled your money – risky derivatives, fraudulent loans – and when the sky was falling, when Lehman Brothers went under and AIG didn’t have a life preserver and went under and many of the homes in your neighborhood went into foreclosure– the government bailed out the banks. At the taxpayers’ expense. With taxpayers’ money. The Dodd-Frank provision said, Hey, you want to engage in risky business? Fine. But you do it without the taxpayers bailing you out if your risk goes south.

With that gutted, many Democrats went ballistic. Elizabeth Warren,  my choice for the presidency in 2016, stepped up to the plate and did what she does best…laid out the perils and led a Democratic insurgency. Spend a little more than nine minutes to watch the barn-burning speech she gave on Friday that makes her a real contender for the presidency in 2016.

From Huff Post again:

After listing the top Citi executives who have gone on to work in the Obama administration, she addressed Citi directly, noting that she agreed that Wall Street reform wasn’t perfect. “I agree with you. Dodd-Frank isn’t perfect. It should have broken you into pieces,” she said.

Unfortunately, the new spending bill passed in the house. Now it’s up to the senate to either approve it or come up with an alternative that excises the Wall Street bailout by taxpayers. The bottom line here is simple. Republicans don’t give a shit about people. They are the Philip K Dick facilitators of Blade Runner, where corporations rule the world. The language in the amendment about the banks was written by Citicorp.

As of Saturday night, the senate passed the bill.

Rob and I were feeling pretty bad about all this  as we sat out by our fire pit, in the South Florida chill. “I feel like we’re de-evolving,” he said. “As a species, as a nation.”

“I kinda hoped the old paradigm would go out with a whimper,” I remarked. “But that’s not happening. Maybe we have to de-evolve before we evolve.”

My fear is that it may take us so long to evolve that neither Rob nor I will be here to see it happen.  But our daughter and her children will be here. And to those of you who say that politics don’t matter, that life goes on, I say: Everything is politics. From the food you eat, to the water you drink to drugs your doc prescribes to the TV shows and movies that entertain you, to the power you claim over your own body, color, ethnicity, religion, to the very identity you have as a human being, everything is politics.

If you don’t speak up, then others will gladly speak for you and you may not like what they have to say. So then, what’re you gonna do??


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Wellington Sighting?


This evening, Rob and I were leaving our local Barnes & Noble where we’d done a little Christmas shopping, and as we reached our car, I looked up and saw a very weird thing in the sky. The evening was cool, cloudless, and this object was extremely bright and uniformly white. It was similar to what’s shown in the video above, except that it was larger, brighter, and much whiter.

“Hey, Rob,” I said, and pointed upward. “Is that a chopper?”

We often have choppers flying around our area- usually police helicopters that are low, noisy, and have their spotlights focused on a particular street where something questionable or illegal is going on.

But this object didn’t make a sound. It was around 1500 feet up when we first saw it, then dropped lower, to perhaps 500 feet, then to maybe 200 feet, then sped up and went higher, then lower again. Its brightness never diminished and we never heard a sound.

I had to go to Walgreen’s, so Rob parked on the dark side of the lot while I was inside the store and watched it. He said it dropped very low and he could see it through some distant trees.

When I came out of Walgreen’s, the light was still visible, but now there was a small plane in the air that appeared to be headed toward it.

As we braked at a stop light on our way out of the shopping area, a yoga instructor we know pulled into the lane next to us and we lowered the window. We spoke to her for a few moments, till the light changed, and mentioned what we’d seen. But when the light turned green and we moved forward again, the light had vanished. The small plane was alone in the sky and barely visible in the distance.

If there’s a synchro in this, it’s that one of the books we’d bought was Extra-Planetary Experiences: Alien-Human Contact and the Expansion of Consciousness by Thomas James Streicher, a student of Harvard author, psychiatrist and UFO research John Mack. I figured the book wouldn’t make it under the Christmas tree because either Rob or I would sneak away with it. Interestingly, our Barnes & Noble stocks very few New Age books and when Rob picked up this particular book, one of the few on UFOs/aliens, he glanced through it and handed it to me.

“Look at the table of contents. I think this is a keeper.”

I looked at the TOC and into our pile it went.

I later texted Ken Peterson about the incident and explained the details. That’s probably it, he wrote. They may have been letting you know that there is important info in the book.

To this, I replied, Is the communication that personal? Hey, Macs, you bought a book with important info in it?

Ken’s reply: Yes, I think so. I think some contact is close at hand. Can’t wait to find out what you read about. That was a long time they were out there!

So, we’ll see where this one leads! I’m going to be reading this book at the gym tomorrow.

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Ken Peterson & All Those 18s!


Several days ago, we posted a story about Ken Peterson, who was in the truck with Travis Walton when he was abducted in 1975. He had a second sighting encounter on November 23, 1993, 18 years and 18 days after the Walton encounter, that occurred at 1800 hours.

I sent Ken some questions – about all the 18s involved in his second sighting in 1993, whether he’d ever sensed any government involvement in the sightings/encounters, how these events had changed his life, and whether he felt these sightings had increased his psychic ability. Click the link before reading this post so you understand the background on this story.


Since the 1993 sighting occurred with my friend Andrea, born on my birthdate, it got me thinking about synchronicity, birthdays, and sightings/encounters.

Of the two people from whom I received my genetic makeup – my parents – one was born on the 18th. My father was born on March 18th.    Of the four people to whom I passed my genetics – my four sons – two of them were born on the 18th. My second son, Keith, named after my father, and was born on Sept. 18th. My fourth son, Marc, was born on Dec. 18th – birthday of Spielberg, who directed the Indiana Jones movies. (This reference refers to how synchronicity led Ken to our blog). So three of the six people involved in giving me my genetics or receiving my genetics, had/have birthdays on the 18th. Andrea has a younger brother born on March 18.

That made me think that since the 2 UFO incidents were linked by the “18” synchronous time period, it might be a hint that the ETs behind the 2 incidents are genetically linked to us.

As far as my psychic ability or sensitivities goes, from  the time of the 93′ sighting, I have been able to tune in to significant synchronicities.

No, I haven’t detected any sign of government involvement, or interest in my experiences.

As far as the importance of synchronicity in my experiences, it has been the dominant thing. I did receive an amazing mark on my thumbnail, that I will write about later. It connected up with something I haven’t gotten to, yet.


Stay tuned for follow up posts. I’m intrigued by the mark on his thumbnail!


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The People You Meet at the Dog Park

In November 2009, a week before Thanksgiving, Noah came to us via the Golden Retriever Rescue of Palm Beach County.  He was nine months old, a stunning  reddish gold beauty who was pitifully thin and still groggy from his  trip to the vet’s. He immediately bonded with Rob. His owner had Noah’s parents and had intended to use him as a stud. He’d been crated most of his life and really hadn’t been socialized at all. So Rob and I began taking him to our dog park.

Our dog park is an idiosyncratic place. For the most part, the people who come there do so because they love their dogs, because their dogs insist on visiting the park at a  particular time each day, because their dogs need to run free. In the five years since we’ve been going to the park, a group of us who come in the afternoons have become friends.

First, there was Colleen, who owned three dogs, often took care of other people’s dogs, and who eventually moved on to Michigan. Colleen often took care of Cody, an Alaskan husky who belongs to Karin, a Virgo who hails originally from upstate New York. Karin has lived here for 13 years, has a daughter several years younger than Megan and a son Megan’s age. Karin is married to Warren, who has a marvelous gift for storytelling and worked for years in the equine business in Saratoga, New York, where horses are the main business.

A second Carin, who owns two labradoodles, is a retired hospice nurse who volunteers regularly at the performing arts center in West Palm Beach.

Cassie owns two border collies – Willow and Kilt – and has worked in the horse business for nearly 30 years. For the last six years, she has worked for bestselling novelist Tami Hoag. Cassie has traveled all over the world in her work with horses and while she worked for Hoag has moved from the northeast  to Malibu and then to our area.

Then there is Estes, who hails from Spain and is married to a Brazilian, Marcio. They own Red the hound who is terrified of thunder, and both teach music at local schools. Last fall, Estes asked if Megan would attend the Hispanic Arts Festival at a local college that she and her husband had organized.

“But she’s not Hispanic,” I said.

Estes shrugged. “You were born in Venezuela, so that makes her of Venezuelan descent.”

 I asked Megan is she would like to participate, she said sure, so on a recent Saturday evening we headed over to Palm Beach Atlantic College.

Marcio introduced Megan, who spoke about her art. The dolphin in the above pic is the one she used, a one-panel.  And then we discovered that Estes and Marcio aren’t just music teachers.  They are performance pianists who have played all over the world.

As duo pianists, their combined music is powerful, sweeping, a mosaic of classical and contemporary pieces that reflect their Hispanic and Brazilian roots. We sat there enthralled.

We also discovered they are the piano-duo in residence of the college and over their decade of performances, have commissioned more than 20 original works by renowned composers from South America and Europe.

Afterward, we gathered in the lobby for snacks and were talking about how blown away we were by Estes and Marcio’s performances. Karin, the retired hospice nurse, commented that she sees a lot of pianists at the performing arts center where she volunteers. “And I can tell you that Estes and Marcio are better than anyone I’ve seen at the center.”

The other Karin remarked,   “Hey, you just never know about the people you meet at the dog park…”


In honor of the Hispanic festival, Megan named the dolphin pictured above “Consuelo.”


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The Incredible Odds


Twitter is an intriguing social media in that you’re allowed 140 characters to say what you want to say. Once a week or so, I re-post something from our blog and periodically I receive an email notification that we have a new follower. Today’s email was that we were now being followed by Tim Wallender.

I remembered his name from nearly six years ago and blogged onto Twitter just to verify if this Tim was the same Tim who had experienced an astounding synchro that we included in our first synchronicity book. As soon as I saw his Twitter tag- trainhater – I knew it was the same Tim. So we’re reposting his synchronicity, which originally went up on our blog in May 2009, the fourth month of our blog’s existence.

Tim, who lives in Memphis, had told us this story took place in Wisconsin around 1995. It’s an incredible instance of objects lost – and then found in a very mysterious way.


Both me and my brother worked for the same railroad. He was an engineer and I was a conductor at the time. One day we were both working but on different trains. It was the first day that the railroad issued cell phones to the engineers. The engineer I was working with asked me who I thought would be the first one to lose their phone. I said without a doubt my brother would.

A few miles further down the track we had to stop and set out some cars. Mind you, this is approximately 120 miles from where we both started our trip and only my train was to stop there. I set out the cars and engine, and as I looked down in the snow there was a cell phone. My engineer was there also to help with the hoses and we both looked at each other and said, “No way.” Sure enough I open up the case and there was a sticker with my brother’s name on it.

I called him at the hotel he was staying at in Chicago and asked him where his phone was. He said he didn’t know. Turns out his second engine was giving him trouble and it must have fallen out of his pocket when he walked back to check it out.

I don’t know what the odds are of finding your brother’s cell phone 120 miles from where he got it, the same day he got it, and only minutes after telling someone that he would lose it. Or what are the odds of stopping on top of it and looking down in about a three-foot section of rail and finding it?


The odds? Wow.


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Ken Peterson & Travis Walton


Our e-mail often brings astonishing news and contacts. On Saturday, November 15, we received the following email through the contact form on this blog. The subject heading read: Travis Walton UFO Encounter. The email was from Ken Peterson:

I was sitting next to Travis Walton when he got out of the truck and approached the UFO. 18 years and 18 days later, in 1993, I experienced another UFO incident. I was with a woman whose birth was on the exact same day as my birth. I have noticed many, many incredible synchronicities since then. They have let me know that the UFO encounter in 1975 was, most likely, an intentional display of the death and birth symbolism of the mythical Phoenix. There were many connections to Phoenix, Arizona. Travis Walton’s birth was in Phoenix. The latest synchronicities have led me to you. Would you be interested in hearing about them? Ken

If you’re unfamiliar with the Travis Walton UFO encounter/abduction story, read an excerpt from Walton’s book Fire in the Sky, which also became a movie. It’s one of the most famous abduction cases and there were collaborative witnesses to the sighting and the events that led up to Walton’s abduction.

In a nutshell, on November 5, 1975, loggers Walton, Peterson, John Goulette, Steve Pierce, Allen Dallis and Dwayne Smith were clearing brush in the Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest in Arizona. Around 6 p.m. they knocked off and piled into Rogers’ truck for the drive back to Snowflake, where the men lived. Shortly after they started home, they saw a bright yellowish light from behind a hill. They drove closer and saw a large golden disc hovering above a clearing, shining brightly.

From Walton’s book: “We rolled past the intervening evergreen thicket to where we could have an unobstructed view of the source of the strange radiance. Suddenly we were electrified by the most awesome, incredible sight we had seen in our entire lives. There, a mere twenty feet above the ground, a strange, golden disc hovered silently.”

The stationary craft was less than thirty yards away and didn’t make a sound. “I was suddenly seized with the urgency to see the craft at close range,” Walton wrote, and got out of the truck. “I entered the dim circular halo of light softly reflecting onto the ground under the craft. I was about six feet from being directly beneath the machine. Bathed in the yellow aura, I stared up at the unbelievably smooth, unblemished surface of the curving hull. I was filled with a tremendous sense of awe and curiosity as I pondered the incomprehensible mysteries possible within it.”

While his companions shouted at him to get back to the truck, Walton became aware of barely audible sounds coming from the craft. “Suddenly I was startled by a powerful, thunderous swell in the volume of the vibrations from the craft. I jumped at the sound, like that of a multitude of turbine generators starting up. I saw the saucer start wobbling on its axis with a quickening motion, in a pattern like the erratic spin of an unstabilized top.”

Then a bright, blue-green ray shot from the bottom of the craft and struck Walton. “All I felt was the numbing force of a blow that felt like a high-voltage electrocution. The intense bolt made a sharp cracking, or popping, sound. The stunning concussion of the foot-wide beam struck me full in the head and chest. My mind sank quickly into unfeeling blackness. I didn’t even see what hit me; but from the instant I felt that paralyzing blow, I did not see, hear, or feel anything more.”

The force lifted Walton off the ground and he was hurled backward through the air and slammed to the ground. The men in the truck freaked out and fled. When they returned to the area fifteen minutes later, the craft – and Travis – were gone. Peterson called the police around 7:30 p.m.

Walton was missing for five days. The other members of the crew were subjected to polygraph tests, intense interrogation by the police, and media scrutiny by researchers and skeptics. It was suspected that they had murdered Walton.


I asked Ken Peterson about that night and how the encounter changed his life:

When I saw the flying saucer, it was levitating, not making a move or a sound. I just looked at it with a feeling of awe. Of course, that changed to fear (but mostly shock) when it wobbled, made the noise and the flash of light came out. After we fled and returned to the site 15 minutes later, and after seeing that the UFO and Travis were gone, I had a feeling that nothing would be normal, after what had just happened. It was a positive feeling.

I sensed that they had been waiting for us, allowed us and Travis to get close, did what they were going to do with him, and that they would be bringing him back.  It changed my life in that it led me to a belief in the Ancient Astronaut theory, and that the human-looking beings Travis said he interacted with were somehow connected to ETs that had lived here on Earth at one time.

It appears that the things with the ETs and synchros linked to them, are all about a preparation for an eventual transfer of knowledge. I believe that a group of people will be brought together, through their similar experiences and synchros, to receive that knowledge. They will understand that it is all predestined, and that the information will be an important part of our transition into a new age (golden age?).

The second sighting that Ken referred to in his initial email occurred in Tucson, on November 23, 1993- 18 years and 18 days after the Walton encounter, at 1800 hours. He was with three other people, including Andrea, the woman born on the same day and year as Ken. That in itself struck me as a remarkable synchro and all those 18s seized my attention.

He described this sighting as a “Phoenix lights” type of encounter that introduced him to the concept of synchronicity. Andrea said that the sighting for her was spiritual and felt like a “Christ consciousness.”

Ken notes that a number of synchros involving Walton related to “phoenix.” Walton was born in that city; the rebirth concept of phoenix is related to these encounters; and that River and Joaquin Phoenix have figured into the larger picture, as illustrated in this example:

“In 39 years, I have done only 6 interviews connected with both Travis and our 1975 encounter. The first interview I did, along with him, was in 2002, 27 years after the encounter. It was for an ABC special hosted by M. Night Shymalan, done in connection with the movie Signs, which co-starred Joaquin Phoenix.”

Since Ken doesn’t have a computer, he walks to his local library to use the computer there. As a result, our email exchanges aren’t instantaneous and it’s sometimes challenging to sift through them, looking for the pertinent material! That said, here’s the synchro that eventually led him to our blog.

“In August 2008, Travis and I and some of his family members did a TV show in L.A Right after the show, we took the shuttle to Universal Studios City Walk. Almost immediately, we all saw Edward James Olmos and a woman sitting down at a table, in the patio of a restaurant.    He may have been at Disney Studios nearby, working on the movie Beverly Hills Chihuahua, which came out 2 months after we saw him.  In that movie, Drew Barrymore did the voice of the Chihuahua dog. Of course, she became famous as Gertie, in Spielberg’s ET. Henry Thomas, her co-star in ET, played the role of one of the crew members in Fire in the Sky, the 1993 Paramount movie about our encounter. Seeing Olmos led to a big connection related to Linda Ronstadt, who was engaged to George Lucas at one time. Of course, that connected up with River Phoenix, who was the young Indy, in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.” 

And Rob wrote the novelization for Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade.


We’ll be posting a follow-up with Ken, where he answers some questions we sent him. And about all those 18s…?

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A synchro journey


Not this guy again!

We were returning from a trip to Orlando to help our daughter move into her new house when we encountered a series of  meaningful coincidences on the drive home.

The synchronicities began as were discussing two ideas for books that an editor had told us he liked and wanted to see more on each one. One was an astrology book picking up where our Sydney Omarr books ended, but using a new approach. The other was a UFO book that involved new narratives with the theme: ALIENS WITHIN– What We Now Know. We were thinking that we would need still more stories when an e-mail arrived from an abductee-experiencer in Ontario who had just read Aliens in the Backyard. A good omen, it seemed.

We stopped for gas and lunch and, as we ate, we discussed the outline for the astrology book, and suddenly realized we’d almost missed another synchro. Our blog post for the day was about our relationship with astrologer Sydney Omarr, whose work we were proposing to expand upon.

The third synchro appeared just as we arrived home and found a book in the mail, sent by Raum (Maurice DesJardins), a UFO researcher in Massachusetts. We wrote about Raum earlier regarding his connection with a man whose abduction story was included in Aliens in the Backyard. Raum had sent us a copy of his book, The Devil’s Alibi, and surprisingly the cover illustration of a caped or winged character with a top hat looked startlingly similar to an illustration from another recent blog post dealing with dreams of such a character by three people.

To take it a step further, we had also recently written a blog post updating the story of Charles Fontaine, who now believed that his alien encounter (and everyone else’s as well) was diabolical in nature. The title and image of Raum’s book actually seemed to support Charles’ contention. But, no, the book actually has nothing to do with aliens. It’s an historical biography of 19th century mass murderer H.H. Homes. Ah, the trickster at work again!

Come to think of it, that’s him in the illustration – not an alien, not a demon in the biblical sense, but the wily trickster laughing at us from the cover of the book!


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About Sydney Omarr


A few weeks ago when Rob was on Coast to Coast, we received an email from a woman who took exception to something Rob had written on his website about the ten years we wrote the Sydney Omarr series of books.

This was something of a synchronicity because recently, we’ve been receiving e-mails from his long-time readers, asking where the 2015 books were. And we had to tell them that NAL – Penguin – who had been Omarr’s publisher for years before we took over the series in 2003 – had discontinued the books. Last week, my agent said that another publisher may be interested in reviving the series and, suddenly, this woman’s email arrived out of the blue. Omarr, a cluster of synchros.

Here was the original statement Rob wrote: “In addition, I co-authored astrology books with Trish under the name Sydney Omarr for ten years. That was 13 books a year—whew! How did we do that?”

Here is Ann’s email:

Hi, I have a question please. The way you wrote this, to me it reads as if you had a pen name of “Sydney Omarr”. There was no mention of the actual astrologer in your statement. Why not?  There was an actual Sidney Omarr, but the way you wrote the paragraph below it’s as if you and Trish wrote it all, together “how did we do that” is what you said.  I know Omarr died in 2003. “Co-authored with Trish”. What about Omarr ?  Or were you carrying on under his name after he died?  How did that come about ? Just curious !

The background on Omarr,  one of the most famous 20th century astrologers, is that he and I shared the same agent. In early 1999, Al asked if I would consider ghostwriting a book for Omarr on what the new millennium held astrologically.

At the time, Omarr was blind and bedridden with multiple sclerosis. Up until the millennial book, he had been dictating the material to an assistant. He apparently had been able to visualize a chart in his mind, visualize where the various daily transits fell, and provided 365 daily predictions for each of the 12 signs. This is a big undertaking for a sighted astrologer who has software, a computer, and an ephemeris to consult. I can’t even begin to imagine how a blind person can do this. It’s a tribute to Omarr’s intellect and his understanding of astrology.

He and I chatted several times after I agreed to ghostwrite the millennial book. He was a true Leo – big-hearted, humorous, larger than life. And within a few minutes of our talking, he pegged me for a Gemini. After that millennial book, I did a couple other ghostwriting projects with him. Then, in 2003, when he passed away, Al asked if Rob and I would take over the series. He had apparently arranged it with Omarr. So, that was the beginning of our Omarr journey.

The books numbered 13 a year – an annual, which had general astrological info, trends for the particular year, and monthly roundups for the 12 signs. The other books were for each sign and included daily predictions based on the transits of the moon and other planets, as well as Omarr’s unique numerological system, which he told us about before he died.

Rob learned enough about astrology so that the 13 books became a joint effort and we were honored to write them. They helped get our daughter through college debt free and kept us on top of astrological trends every year for a decade. We were sorry when NAL decided that the 2014 books would be the last.

When I summarized this for Ann in an email, she replied:

It would look better if some of that was added. Because many people knew Sydney Omarr was an astrologer but the way it was worded on your website it kind of sounded as if Sydney Omarr might have been your pen name…in a way that was true,  but it also leaves out a lot, you know ?  As if someone was taking credit for any book with the Sydney Omarr name.  I mean I read it and made that “leap,” you know ?  But he wrote many books himself, on his own.   Really, people reading that on your site might suppose that you and Rob ARE “Sydney Omarr”, and always were {pen name}.  That’s all. Thanks for the reply.

I explained that in the back of every Omarr book, his bio was given – not ours. Her response:

Yes, I know on his books, but if someone had not ever picked up one of his books, maybe had just heard about him, you know ? Or read a book and then later, years later, they see a statement and don’t think of checking a book.  Thank you for understanding what I meant though. I think Sydney was a cool astrologer.  I really appreciate the response. You guys did a good job on his books because I kept buying them ! 

The upshot is that Rob changed the statement on his website (scroll to the bottom) and I’m finally setting the record straight: we did NOT write any Omarr books before the millennial book that was published in 2000.

And now I’m beginning to wonder if there’s some spirit communication going on here. Sydney, are you around? Over there on the other side, are you doing birth chart possibilities for souls who are intending to reincarnate soon? Is there some type of new, futuristic astrology you’re mastering? I’m attuned for synchros about this!


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On the Synchro Highway

1967DodgeA10003 ’67 Dodge van, but no white stripe

We’ve written a number of times about the possible link between UFO/alien encounters and synchronicity. Usually these synchronicities crop up near the time of the experience, especially in the aftermath. But do significant synchros that happen years later have anything to do with an earlier UFO-related experiences? Hard to say. But here’s one such story.

David Malcolm used to work for AUTEC, the secret Navy base that has been called the Underwater Area 51. He had a significant UFO sighting and strange experiences while employed on the base as a civilian. I met David several years ago while I was involved with a UFO Hunter episode on Andros Island in the Bahamas, home of AUTEC. We’ve kept in occasional contact over the years as he is someone attuned to synchronicity.

This is a simple story but one of those synchros that you have to just shake your head and say, ‘What are the chances?’ Here it is:


It’s been some time since I have had a significant synchronicity and I’m not sure if it’s mine or my daughter Megan’s, but here’s how it goes.
When I was a young driver I briefly owned a 1967 Dodge Van, a so called hippie van. It was painted green with a white stripe and the predecessor of other vans to come for me. Being my first, it was a favorite.
Recently, while visiting my daughter, her husband and their child, my grandson Jake was playing with his Matchbox cars. My son-in-law said to Jake, “Show Pop mommy’s favorite car.” Astonishingly, he handed me a 1967 green Dodge van with a white stripe.
I never mentioned owning such a van to my daughter. It was long gone years and years before my daughter was born and there was no way she would have known the the full size version of that toy vehicle was a favorite of mine.
I’ve always suspected she had the gift and I think this confirms it.
You’ve got to wonder  how odd it is that Megan would even find such a dated vehicle as a toy. Interesting, too—though not an astonishing synchro—is that Dave and I both have daughters named Megan.
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A Magical self-portrait


Have you seen this red chalk drawing of a bearded old man? If so, it was a copy. The original has been kept in an underground vault at a constant 68 degrees Fahrenheit and 55 percent humidity for decades. Now it will go on display in Turin for the first time since World War II. But only fifty people will be allowed to see it in the underground vault, and the temperature will be turned down to compensate for their body heat.

Obviously, there’s something special about this painting. For one thing, it’s a self portrait of Leonardo da Vinci, which of course make it special and very valuable.

 But there’s something else. It has a very unusual history. The curators of the Royal Library in Turin believed so strongly that the drawing had magical powers that they hid it during World War II to keep it from falling into the hands of Adolf Hitler and the Nazis.

 Giovanni Saccani, the Royal Library’s director, says it was believed that looking into da Vinci’s intense gaze would transfer enormous strength and power to the viewer. Because of this, it was the only item from the library’s vast da Vinci collection that was removed and guarded from the Nazis. It was taken to Rome in a special intelligence operation, but no one knows where it was hidden. It was returned from Rome at the end of World War II.

 The self-portrait was in fragile condition when it was taken and continued to deteriorate after its return. Since 1998, it has been kept in the special vault where its condition has remained stable.

 Does the drawing really have magic power? Some experts doubt it’s even of da Vinci since it is drawn in the style he used as a young artist but shows him as an old man.

 Saccani, however, has no doubt it’s real and has this to say about its powers:

 “Anyone who finds themselves standing in front of this drawing is struck dumb. The first thing they say when they recover is ‘this is giving me the shivers.’ The expressive power of this face is absolutely connected to an emotion and an ability that only Leonardo could possess.”

 Saccani says that many students stand in a room above the vault before a test to soak up some of da Vinci’s genius.

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Weird Coincidence Survey- and Happy Thanksgiving!


Bernard Beitman, whom we’ve written about before on the blog, is a visiting professor of psychiatry at University of Virginia in Charlottesville. He’s studying coincidences and has written a book on the topic, Connecting with Coincidence.

He emailed us today that his site on coincidence/synchronicity has gone live and asked visitors if they would take the Weird Coincidence Survey. I spent a few minutes this evening taking the survey. It was fun! Anyone at all familiar with synchronicity will see he’s hit all the salient points.

You can also read about Bernard’s book  and visit his blog.  What I really love about all this is that Bernard is the first psychiatrist since Carl Jung to attempt to systematize the study of coincidences. As you’ll see when you poke around his site, it’s partly because of his own experiences.

I can’t wait to read the book!


To all our American friends, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

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Mysteries of the dream world


I received an e-mail recently from a man who said that he’d had forty years of encounters with mysterious beings. Jim Finn wrote me after listening to a radio interview I’d done about BUMP IN THE NIGHT: Ghosts, Spirits & Alien Encounters. He said that he agrees with me that there’s a blurring at times between spirit phenomena and alien encounters. Sometimes they appear together. Other times it’s difficult to tell whether a being is from the realm of the dead or from an alien craft.

Jim also questions whether dreams of such beings are just that – dreams – or are they actual encounters with entities of various stripes? One thing is certain though, when three people who don’t know each other well, all recall the same mysterious dream character, it’s truly a synchronicity, a meaningful coincidence.

Here’s one such story from Jim.


One day years back, I was talking with some friends and one of the women said she had a weird experience, waking to find someone in her room one night. The description she gave was of a tall male wearing what seemed to be a top hat and cape. He didn’t do anything, he didn’t say anything – he was just there.

Time passed and I had forgotten all about it, until one night I was having what I would say was a common sleep paralysis dream event. Except that mine always came with a complete bodily vibration effect (which does seem to be a normal part of the SP picture in some cases).

Anyway, I was consciously fighting to move, and the more I fought the stronger the vibration and the paralysis became. I seemed to finally manage to move to a slightly bent “L” position on the bed and I fought to open my eyes. What I saw shocked me. There was a light coming in through the window, and the shadow of a tall man with what seemed to be a cape and – some kind of hat, just standing at the foot of the bed nearer to the wall.

Nothing was said, nothing happened, but according to what I had written in earlier notes, I shouted at him in my head to get out of my room, at which time there was a fearful screech like a big bird. At that point it was over and I woke up in a more normal position. Did it happen? I eventually remembered what the woman had told us that day. But I just dismissed it as typical residue from my daily life – until….

I was subbing at schools in North Carolina some years later, when a girl in one of my classes was talking about her odd phobias. She feared this, she feared that – and, she had a fear of – Abe Lincoln. Abe Lincoln?

I asked her later why and she began to tell me about a very strange event in her life. She woke up one night, and there at the foot of the bed was this (you guessed it) tall man with a cape and a hat, and he reminded her of Abe Lincoln. Same story, he didn’t say anything, he didn’t do anything – he was just there.

This young girl’s life was not connected to either mine, or the woman I had originally talked with as we were in another state at that time. Yet she had the exact same experience.

Was it all real? Did we ALL see the same person? Or was this just more residue of the day, fed from a source that was seen or heard somewhere, but not remembered?

There is enough information all around to say that sometimes these experiences just may be real, sometimes not. What we need is a conscious effort to create a dividing line; we need to question the event. For me today, breaking things down to a least common denominator begins by asking – what was learned?

If I can’t figure it out, if nothing is learned, I just log it in my head as entertainment only. Like a cool movie, it was just that. I never had a dream where I learned anything, where I was told anything, so it has to be logged as entertainment only because that’s all it is – entertainment.


Jim is somewhat dismissive of his experience, but the fact that he encountered two others who had similar strange dreams seems to suggest that it’s something more than mere entertainment. But maybe some synchros occur just to show us that there is more to life—a deeper reality—than our everyday world.

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Bill Cosby?!

2014 American Comedy Awards - Press Room

I don’t usually follow celebrity scandals. But the allegations against Bill Cosby, sometimes referred to as America’s Dad, deserves some sort of commentary.

To date, 16 women have publicly stated that they were raped – and/or drugged and raped – by Cosby. Two or three…okay, you might think they were after a lucrative settlement. But SIXTEEN?? This is the sort of number that demands an investigation of some kind. Unfortunately, many of these allegations happened in the 70s and 80s and fall out of the realm of the statute of limitations.

From the Washington Post:

The accusations, some of which Cosby has denied and others he has declined to discuss, span the arc of the comedy legend’s career, from his pioneering years as the first black star of a network television drama in 1965 to the mid-2000s, when Cosby was firmly entrenched as an elder statesman of the entertainment industry, a scolding public conscience of the African American community and a philanthropist. They also span a monumental generational shift in perceptions — from the sexually unrestrained ’60s to an era when the idea of date rape is well understood.

The saga of the abuse allegations is set in locales that speak to Cosby’s wealth and fame: a Hollywood-studio bungalow, a chauffeured limousine, luxury hotels, a New York City brownstone. But it also stretches into unexpected places, such as an obscure Denver talent agency that referred two of Cosby’s future accusers to the star for mentoring.

The allegations are strung together by perceptible patterns that appear and reappear with remarkable consistency: mostly young, white women without family nearby; drugs offered as palliatives; resistance and pursuit; accusers worrying that no one would believe them; lifelong trauma. There is also a pattern of intense response by Cosby’s team of attorneys and publicists, who have used the media and the courts to attack the credibility of his accusers.

What seems very clear in this whole thing is that Cosby believed himself to be untouchable, beyond impunity, and that some of these women were incredibly naïve, accepting his attention, the pills he offered, the wine. The women were ambitious and OMG, this was the famous Cosby and maybe he could pull some strings…

The other thing that is quite clear in all this is that because Cosby is so famous, such an icon and philanthropist, law enforcement looked away. He has never been charged with anything, except in a civil suit that was settled in 2006. Martin Singer, Cosby’s attorney, issued a statement recently about the whole thing:

“The new, never-before-heard claims from women who have come forward in the past two weeks with unsubstantiated, fantastical stories about things they say occurred 30, 40, or even 50 years ago have escalated far past the point of absurdity,” he said. “These brand new claims about alleged decades-old events are becoming increasingly ridiculous, and it is completely illogical that so many people would have said nothing, done nothing, and made no reports to law enforcement or asserted civil claims if they thought they had been assaulted over a span of so many years.”

What Singer doesn’t address is that the attitude of law enforcement in the sixties and seventies, and perhaps even now, is that the woman must somehow be at fault. She must have enticed the rapist, come onto him, seduced him first, showed her boobs, did something that inflamed the man’s insatiable libido –  and rape was the logical end result.

This argument is so patently absurd that it defies rational explanation. Rape is the most violent transgression against another human being – except for murder, but at least with murder, you die. You don’t suffer for years afterward, reliving every horrible second, wondering what you might have done differently. Rape is a violation not only of a woman’s body, but of her soul, her spirit, her very humanity. Rape is a Neanderthal’s response to the power structure. It’s the man’s demand in Cave of the Clan Bear to “assume the position.” It’s about physical and psychic power gone awry.

Again, from the Washington Post:

If his accusers are to be believed, the earliest allegations against Cosby remained hidden for decades, private artifacts of an era when women were less likely to publicly accuse men they knew of sexual misdeeds and society was less likely to believe them. But they have flared periodically throughout the past nine years, both because of changing attitudes and, particularly over the past month, because of social media’s ability to transform a story into a viral phenomenon almost impossible to suppress or control.

The allegations represent a stunning reshaping of Cosby’s legacy. Cosby built his fame on a family-friendly comedic persona. He has lectured black youths about proper behavior. He has been honored with a Presidential Medal of Freedom and been lauded for making the largest donation ever by an African American to a historically black college, Spelman College in Atlanta.

Now an ex-NBC employee, Frank Scotti, comes forward with his role: he often stood guard outside Cosby’s dressing room.

So is Bill Cosby several people? The comedian, the avuncular advisor to black youth and a serial rapist?

I haven’t found any synchros yet in this story, but given the media attention I’m sure there are some. The problem is the story disgusts me. When I wade through all the material, looking for the synchros, I feel disdain, sadness, revulsion – not only at Cosby, but at the structure of American life, where celebrities are revered like Olympian gods.

No telling where Cosby will end up. A number of his shows have been cancelled, but he recently received a standing ovation in Melbourne, Florida for his standup routine. We Americans are the kings of denial. We don’t like it when our celebrity gods are revealed to be dark forces, liars, perverts. It’s when our schizophrenia as a nation,  a people, a collective reveals great schisms.


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A Synchro with Aliens in the Backyard


Synchronicity has a way of bringing people back into your life who you haven’t seen or heard from in years but played some pivotal part in your past. This happened recently for us and concerns one of the first – perhaps THE first- abductee we ever met, Don Estrella.

Don retained partial memories of an abduction that occurred one Halloween while he was wearing a pirate’s costume and his companion was dressed as a clown. We wrote about his abduction in Aliens in the Backyard:

 It was the mid-1980s and Don was essentially lost and homeless. We were intrigued by his colorful background. He had worked as an assistant to author John Keel at the time Keel was delving into the chilling Mothman saga in West Virginia, which later became a book, Mothman, and in 2002 a movie, The Mothman Prophecies, starring Richard Gere.

Estrella reveled in telling stories related to the giant red-eyed flying beast. He had also worked in a clerical position at the United Nations, where he started a UFO club. He recalled that then-UN secretary-General U Thant had sent someone from his office to attend the initial meeting.

Curious about his abduction experience, we persuaded Estrella to undergo a hypnotic regression with psychiatrist Dr. Bethhold Schwarz, of Vero Beach, Florida. The author of UFO Dynamics, Schwarz had interviewed or regressed hundreds of contactees or ‘UFO observers,’ as he often called them.

During the session, Estrella recalled a bizarre scene in which he was abducted on a North Virginia highway on a Halloween night, while he was wearing a pirate’s costume and his companion was dressed as a clown. They never made it to the Halloween party. The engine in their car died and wouldn’t start. That’s when three small beings appeared and escorted them to a waiting circular craft. They joined seven or eight other abductees standing in line in an obvious stupor.

 Estrella sobbed throughout the regression as he described being taken aboard, placed naked on a table, examined and probed. While those procedures are now common descriptions by abductees, Estrella also recalled seeing strange symbols on the interior wall of the craft. During hypnosis, he drew several of the alien symbols.

While Estrella was haunted for more than two decades by his experience and seemed lost because of it, author, researcher and Harvard psychiatrist John E Mack pointed out that some abductees have experienced physical healings and spiritual transformations as a result of their abductions. Estrella apparently developed psychic abilities in the aftermath of his experience and, as we recall, was happiest sitting in a restaurant with a cup of coffee and a cigarette and giving free readings to the waitresses. He was fairly talented at tuning into near-future events and reading a person’s past.

Over the years, we wondered what had happened to Don. Then last week, we received an email from Raum, a writer and UFO researcher in Massachusetts, who had experienced a synchronicity that had prompted him to write us. In the subject heading of his email were the words: Don Estrella.

Hello Rob and Trish,

Synchronicity abounds!  A couple of weeks ago my significant other (Ruth) and I had been discussing Don’s condition as he’d recently been hospitalized.  That evening I picked up my Kindle and I happened to be reading “Aliens in the Backyard” when I exclaimed to Ruth, “Hey, these ‘synchno’ writers are writing about Don!”  Was a complete surprise. 

I read the three or four pages of you reiterating what you remember of his case.  There were a few, more or less, insignificant errors but I was bowled over seeing his name out there with what I know about the man. I’d love to hear Schwartz’s tape of their session.  Before Schwartz died Don wrote and asked him for a copy of the tape, to which I understand he complied, but I never did hear it myself.

I was fortunate enough to have Don as a close friend until he dropped out of our lives a few years back.  Ruth liked and understood him, now visits in the nursing home daily as he named her as his proxy.  She today mentioned your names to him and he remembered you.  His mind is confused and groggy but old memories die hard as I’m sure you know.

We’ve traded a number of emails with Raum and learned that Don had helped Ruth uncover her memories of repeated abductions since age 10. We also discovered that Don was actually in hospice and wasn’t expected to live very long. We sent Raum a copy of Aliens in the Backyard to give to Don. Then, on November 18, we received another email from Raum:

Hello Trish, As I just wrote to Rob, Don passed on at 4:03 this afternoon.  Ruth was there holding his hand —she was in hospice with him as she has been since early yesterday with hardly a break.  For me, her selflessness to Don is for him being our friend—but more than that, a fellow abductee,  a man of love and peace. He’s a reminder there are good people in the world.  With him we saw other realities.

The book we’d sent him arrived the day after Don  died.

In a subsequent email from Raum, he nailed the synchros  beautifully:

Hi Trish,

The more one thinks on it, the more incredible this ‘meaningful coincidence.’  A ‘syncho couple’ (you) receives the very thing that you have written two books about.  A researcher (me) happens to be reading a book on UFOs that you wrote several years ago which included a story about a ‘psychic experiencer'( Don ) who, because of his UFO experiences, becomes the focus of this ‘serendipitous coincidence’.  Unfortunately this also involves his last act before leaving this plane of existence permanently.  His proxy, the researcher’s ‘other half’ who is herself an abductee, had been brought through hypnosis into this UFO realization (among others) years ago by ‘the psychic experiencer (Don).    The ‘braiding’ is exquisite.

RIP, Don. Many thanks for all the fascinating insights you shared!


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Accidental awareness


The taboo in mainstream science against the study of UFOs and alien encounters has been on-going for more than 50 years. It’s well known that the fear of ridicule and the label of charlatan has kept scientists who might otherwise take an interest in the subject from actively pursuing it.

However, if your intent is to assume alien abductions don’t exist, it’s apparently acceptable to create poorly researched studies to explain away the phenomenon. One example of such biased science and questionable science journalism appeared November 11, 2014 on the Scientific American website.

The article  suggests that alien abductions might be the result of trauma related to ‘accidental awareness.’ That’s a term for patients who wake up during surgery and are aware of what’s happening to them. Those patients sometimes experience various psychological problems in the aftermath of their experiences during surgery.

So why are alien abductions linked to poorly administered anesthesia? It’s because the bright lights and the masked medical team working over the patient supposedly look similar to what abductees experience when aliens perform mysterious procedures on their bodies. A study on the subject was published in a psychiatry journal in 2008 by David V. Forrest, a Columbia University psychoanalyst.

Scientific American picked up on the subject because of a recently released report on accidental awareness by the Royal College of Anaesthetists. The report documents the potential for lasting, perhaps permanent, psychological damage to afflicted patients. However, when the Royal College inquired about alien abduction, none of the hundreds of patients interviewed said they had any such experiences.

Yes, none.

Amazingly, Scientific American reported that fact, but continued on about the supposed link between accidental awareness and alien abductions.

The article’s contention, based on David Forrest’s study, hangs on the thinnest thread of so-called evidence. Here it is: Barney Hill, who along with his wife Betty are considered the first modern abductees, mentioned in an interview that the experience he underwent while on the alien craft reminded him of the time he had his tonsils removed. That’s it. No mention of any previous surgeries for Betty, who also was subjected to alien medical procedures.

Beyond the lack of supportive evidence for the claim, there’s also the assumption that alien abductions aren’t real. So much for the scientific method. To quote from the article: “Assuming Barney Hill wasn’t actually brought aboard a spaceship that night in 1961, he may have experienced a flashback to his tonsillectomy.”

Since such research eliminates the possibility of actual alien abductions,  then they must be something else: fantasies, hoaxes, and hidden memories of traumas, such as sexual abuse or now accidental awareness.

In other words, anything but a real alien abduction. Our take: When it comes to alien abductions, don’t assume anything.


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Spiritual Capitalism & Angel Investors


If capitalism to you is synonymous with greed, then spiritual capitalism might sound like an oxymoron. But there are actually benevolent capitalists who are willing to use their wealth to help others. I’m not just talking about donating money to causes with the intent of getting a tax break, but applying spiritual principles to their work.

According to an article in ODE Magazine, spiritual capitalism is based on the recognition that every businessperson–whether you’re the CEO of a major multinational or the head of your own small firm–is in the service industry, and the services rendered must benefit not just yourself and your shareholders, but the planet and other people as well. The first commandment of the growing spiritual-capitalism movement is: Taking care of business means taking care of others.

I was surprised to discover that a book called Spiritual Capital, by Michael E. Hendren, was published in 2007. Hendren lays out ‘ten commandments ‘of spiritual capitalism. Here they are:

# l Define Business as a Spiritual Experience

#2 Don’t Shrink or Play Small in this World

#3 Dare to Love and the Numbers Will Follow

#4 Embrace Leadership as a Sacred Responsibility

#5 Develop Management into an Art

#6 Empower Them with Ownership

#7 Transcend to the Higher Level

#8 Don’t Take It All So Seriously

#9 Count Your Blessings

#10 The Truth Will Set You Free

The concept of spiritual capitalism attracts ‘angel investors,’ who help small start-up companies that show potential, and usually are out of the mainstream – ones that would have a difficult time getting money from traditional sources. A small but increasing number of angel investors organize themselves into ‘angel groups’ or ‘angel networks’ to share research and pool their investment capital, as well as to provide advice to their portfolio companies

It’s easy for cynics to trash the idea of spiritual capitalism and angel investors as concepts to allow rich people to feel good about themselves. Yet, if there’s anything that’s needed in the world now it’s benevolent investors and capitalists who are willing to try to spread the wealth in a time when the rich are getting richer and the rest of us are mucking along.

One such angel investor is a wealthy Chinese woman who you probably never heard of. Her name is Katherine Yip. She was born in China and moved to the U.S. as a baby. She grew up in America and went to Harvard. Then she moved to Hong Kong and took on the challenge of being a woman in a sector of the Asian business world dominated by men.

Katherine is best known for co-founding two of the largest investment firms in the Asia Pacific region, VinaCapital Group and Pacific Alliance Group (known as PAG Asia). She’s involved in private equity, the same financial territory as Mitt Romney. Private equity deals, especially those involving the forced take-over of companies, are all about vulture capitalism. Possibly as a counter to such criticism, Katherine Yip has gone out of her way to help small companies with good ideas, as well as supporting a variety of worthy causes, such as sponsoring a scholarship program.

We learned about Katherine from a friend in publishing.  To our surprise there was very little about her on the Internet and she had only recently given her first ever TV interview to Bloomberg News. That’s amazing for someone in her position. Our research about her broadened our knowledge about the better side of the financial industry—the realm of the angel investors and spiritual capitalism.





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Spiritual Socialism


I’d never heard that phrase – spiritual socialism. But that was what came to mind after I finished a meditation one recent morning. I’d been concerned about finances and focusing on abundance. So what was that term telling me?

Did it mean there’ll be pie in the sky when I die? That’s a line from an old socialist folk song from the 1930s called The Ballad of Joe Hill. The idea of the song was that religion is a tool of the rich, another way of oppressing workers.

But maybe  you don’t have to wait until you die to get the benefits of spiritual socialism.

But is there really any such thing? How does it work? Is it like a government program on the other side? How do I sign up?

Are some beings on the other side against it? Do they see it as another big heavenly program that will cost them in the long run? And why should we help those physical beings, anyhow? They’re not like us. I suppose if there’s spiritual socialism, there’s also probably a spiritual Tea Party carrying on their routine. But if heaven has many dimensions, I suspect those spirits are on one of the lower planes.

But let’s get back to the question, how do we sign up for this program if we need it? And really, what evidence is there that it even exists?

I look to the lives that Trish and I have led over the past three decades when we decided to quit our jobs as teacher and journalist for a freelance life.

Over the years, we’ve always been provided for. One way or another we’d always paid the mortgage, and lived a good life. We still do. But things have gotten tougher and we attributed it to changes in the publishing industry that were making it more difficult for people like us. Publishers were baffled by the emergence of the digital world in their industry and found the old ways weren’t making it any more and they better clean house.

Part of the housecleaning involved dumping writers they’d supported, especially ones with high ‘returns.’ Returns in the publishing industry doesn’t mean profits. It means the opposite…returned books from the bookstores. Fifty percent returns is not a good omen for writers who want to keep getting published by mainstream publishers. Of course, the failure of giant bookstores, like Borders, comes into play as well.

With all that happening, we began scrambling for new options in the digital world, e-books. But without advances the game changes. That led to my meditation on abundance.

And the answer…spiritual socialism. Here’s how I think it works. It’s more like social security than a giveaway program. You need to work for your benefits.

Here’s how:  1) Consider all that you have in your life. Be grateful. Be grateful every day, every hour. 2) Don’t focus on lack. Stay positive. 3) Don’t feel sorry for yourself. 4) Don’t get angry at others who have what you want. 5) Instead, imagine over and over that you already have your dream. 6) Create that new reality firmly in your mind in the present. Don’t think of it as coming, but as already here. 7) Wish others well. Send them light and happiness. 8) Expect help from higher sources, count on it. 9) Nurture your dream with appropriate actions that might appear as unexpected opportunities. 10) And, of course, watch for synchronicities showing you the way.

Okay, you might say these ideas are not new. They’re not. But there they are, the tenets of spiritualism socialism. Well being for all.

Coming next: Spiritual Capitalism

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Not a Wild Guess

Derren Brown is the new Uri Geller. He’s amazing…but is this synchronicity? How does he do it? He claims it’s all logical perception, but it certainly seems that there’s definitely a psychic element here.

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Bump to the Bumper Sticker


Several months ago when we were visiting our daughter in Orlando, we picked up some bumper stickers at a bookstore that read: If anything can go well, it will! In other words, the opposite of Murphy’s law. Rob wrote up a post about an experience he had with one of our cars and this bumper sticker, now here’s another story about this bumper sticker on our other car.

We were on our way out of the neighborhood the other evening to go to dinner. The road outside the neighborhood is usually fairly empty of cars, except during the winter season, when the tourists and horse people are here. There’s no stop light, just a stop sign, and you really have to lean forward and check both lanes of traffic before pulling out.

This evening, there was quite a bit of traffic on the road and Rob started to pull out, then saw a car coming in the opposite direction and stopped. Suddenly, we were struck from behind, a loud crash, and I heard the crunch and thought, Aw, c’mon. Rob and I got out of our car and the driver of the truck exited his vehicle and came right over.

“Oh, wow, man, I’m so sorry. I thought you were going to turn and then I got distracted and wasn’t watching.” He handed Rob his insurance card.

We debated about whether to call the police, but the driver – Phil – said he was clearly at fault. And in Florida, if you rear end a car, the law says you’re at fault. So Rob jotted down his insurance info, we talked some more, and it turned out he lives in our neighborhood. In the end, we didn’t call the police or the insurance company. We agreed to get two estimates on the damage and Phil said he would pay cash for the repairs. That way, his insurance rates won’t go up.

I stared at the trunk of my car, where the bumper sticker has ridden for so many months. The beginning of it was squashed in and it occurred to me that the trickster was laughing. I snapped a photo of it. (See where the bumper sticker appears to lift up?) Phil apparently thought I was taking the photo as evidence and asked if I wanted to take a picture of his insurance card, too. I laughed and pointed at the bumper sticker.


“Just photographing the irony,” I said.

And actually, it could have been much worse. We could have rear-ended someone. Or the driver of the truck could have been moving at fifty miles an hour and the trunk and back seat could have been shoved into our laps. So, trickster, chuckle away. We drove on to dinner and had a wonderful evening!

PS Today, we got a call from the garage that had done the work on the car. The total was around $2,200 and change. Rob called Phil, and he drove over to the garage and paid for it, just as he’d said he would. A decent guy, a man of his word. I like that, and am grateful for it. If we were going to be rear-ended by anyone, Phil was the guy to do it!

So in the end, the bumper sticker proved true: If anything can go well, it will!


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Net Neutrality

Net Neutrality is a phrase that is being tossed around quite a bit these days. The FCC is supposedly going to rule on  this soon.President Obama recently came out with a forceful statement that the Internet should be considered a public utility – equal playing field for all. However, the man he appointed to head the FCC – Tom Wheeler – is a former lobbyist for cable companies. Scratching your head over that one?

In a nutshell, should Internet providers be able to create a two-tier system for Internet traffic? Those who pay – big corporations like Netflix, for instance – would be in a hyper-fast download lane. Smaller companies – and websites and blogs that are run by ordinary people like us – would be in the, well, VERY SLOW download lane.

Here are two incredibly different takes on the issue – the first by the head of a Tea Party organization that says all websites should NOT be handled equally, and the second by HBO’s very funny John Oliver, who actually explains the issue well.

And now, the other side of the issue, with John Oliver of HBO:


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