Passport, please


While getting our daughter set up in college for the year earlier last week, we stopped at an outdoor club in Sarasota one night to listen to some music. The outing, it turned out, elicited a couple of synchronicities.

The tables were full, so we went to a high-top and shared it with a couple who seemed to be enjoying their raspberry martinis as much as their new relationship. The man turned out to be a recently retired navy commander, and to our surprise he’d spent his last few years commanding the highly secretive naval base, known as AUTEC, on Andros Island.

Since Trish and I had some involvement on Andros earlier this year related to AUTEC and Trish is working on a proposal for a novel that involves an island base very much like AUTEC, we had lots of questions for him. He was friendly and surprisingly open, but denied the existence of any sort of UFO-related activity on the base. But he readily said there were mysterious things taking place in the area related to electromagnetic anomalies. He wouldn’t go into details, but said if there was UFO activity, it wasn’t related to any secret project. He did, however, say that the Chinese were very interested in activities on the base, and have established their largest embassy in Nassau, forty miles away.

After awhile, when it became apparent he wasn’t going to say any more about AUTEC, I ended up talking to him about travels in South America, and while doing so, I remembered a very strange synchronicity that happened during one of my trips. I’d just flown into Miami after returning from an extended trip that had taken me from Mexico through Central America to Ecuador, Peru, and Bolivia. I decided to visit a friend in Key West before heading north to Minneapolis to see my parents. The plane ticket, though, seemed way to expensive so I decided to rent a car. En route, I was stopped at a police barricade near Key Largo. I thought it somewhat ironic because for months I’d been dealing with authorities and borders as I moved from one country to another, and here I was in the U.S. and the same thing was happening.

But I was surprised by what happened next. An officer approached the car, looked at me, and without a single question asked to see my passport. That was remarkable for a couple of reasons. First, it was the only time I’ve ever been asked in this country for my passport (at least outside of airports). The other amazing thing was that my passport was readily available in my pocket. I casually pulled it out, as if it was an every day request, and handed it to him. Oddly enough, he didn’t seem a bit surprised when he saw it was an American passport. He studied the various stamps, conferred with another officer, then handed it back, and waved me on.

That was a case of like attracting like. Even though I was in my home country, I was still attracting the same energy. Passport, please. Synchronicity. When I related that story to the former AUTEC commander, he smiled, leaned across the table, and said: “So do you think they were looking for aliens?”
Rob

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9 Responses to Passport, please

  1. Trish and Rob MacGregor says:

    Good point, Sansego. Some countries are loosening up lately, particularly on their UFO investigation programs. Great Britain for one. I think Brazil, too.
    Rob

  2. Sansego says:

    Governments are interested in things that they keep secret from their citizens. Its amazing to me how many "evangelical" types seem to think our government is Christian. Our government had a program with remote viewers to psychically gain information on their enemies…yet everyone puts down psychics as crazy stuff. You won't find any government official who would state publically that they believe in psychic phenomena, ESP, telepathy, remote viewing, or UFOs. No one wants to be thought of a whacky nutcase. Yet, who knows how many millions are paid into these programs?

  3. musingegret says:

    Hmmmm, veddy interesting his comment about electromagnetic anomalies in the area, especially recalling the disappearance of the GPS map on the radar screen of the plane y'all flew out of there with your friend. Why do I have a vibe that AUTEC will continue to figure in your lives for a long time to come? Amazing sync of Celeste's also; what does Seth say about counterparts?

  4. ~JarieLyn~ says:

    I too, liked the punchline at the end. What a great story.

    I'm curious now as to why the chinese have such an interest in the base. Maybe they know something that we don't. Hmmm, it's a mystery.

  5. Trish and Rob MacGregor says:

    Celeste – love that story! Like gypsy said, it's a classic, for sure. & willow, enjoy your site!
    – Trish

  6. willow says:

    Cute story. And thanks for stopping by Willow Manor today. :^)

  7. GYPSYWOMAN says:

    what a story, rob – LOVE the punch line from the autec guy!

    and celeste – a classic!!!
    oh, and my youngest daughter was born october 2!

    great stories, both!

  8. Trish and Rob MacGregor says:

    Very interesting story, Celeste. So many connections. Incredible. Maybe we will save that one and put it up as a post later on for those who miss it.
    Rob

  9. Celeste Maia says:

    Last night I went to an outdoor theatre to see Shakspeare's The Tempest. Knowing how cold it can get in Sintra, I had taken several layers of sweaters and scarves. The person next to me was in a little summer dress and I could see she was feeling the cold, so I offered her a wool shawl to use while watching the performance. She gladly accepted and at the end of the play she gave it back with many thank yous, and insisted on giving me her card. Her name is Celeste, she is from Mozambique, like me, and was born October 2, like me. We went for a coffee afterwards, and the coincidences did not end there. She is also a painter, like me. Married to an American, like me. And to end this hard to believe story, her daughter is named Miranda, but that is a lovely name, but not common at all in Portugal, and the main female character of The Tempest is called Miranda. This other Celeste is 20 years younger than me. You were ready with your passport. And I was ready with extra wool shawls.

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