The Future Past

Our post on Dec. 6 began with the question of whether or not the present could affect the past. Peter Levenda presented an astonishing example that related directly to Barack Obama and the bogus controversy about his place of birth.

Now here is a higher order of speculation on a similar question: What do you get when the past crystallizes out of the future? According to a new model of the universe that combines relativity and quantum mechanics, the answer is: the present. It’s presented in Technology Review, published by MIT.  Take a look here.

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The Salted Cod

Maja Nicolic is the foreign rights agent at our agent’s company. She was born in Belgrade and grew up in a small town about 25 miles from there – Smederevo. Her story about salted cod and the death of her aunt is another one of those synchronicities associated with major life transitions.
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When I was pitching the synchronicity book at the Frankfurt Book Fair, it reminded me of something that happened some years ago.

 My uncle married a beautiful woman from  Korcula, one of the Croatian islands.  Kruna (it means crown in English)  made an absolutely delicious salted cod stew. Part of what made the stew so good was that she was from the islands and living inland away from the sea, so there was always a touch of melancholy about her. When she cooked the stew, it was like something special went into every dish. As Yugoslavia fell apart and the economy collapsed, it became impossible to find salted cod over there and I always wanted to find a way to send it to her.   

For years, my daughters  had dance lessons on Sunday morning on the West Side and I did my weekly food shopping at a big store there. Every Sunday I’d look at the salted cod and remember my aunt. Then Kruna got breast cancer and the summer she was sick a lovely young woman from Serbia, Milena,  was in New York and agreed to take the salted cod back to Serbia for my aunt. 

I spoke with the person in the store and was assured they could vacuum pack it and make it easy to carry.  The day Milena was leaving I went to the store and they were out of salted cod! And yet, an unusually large order had come in earlier in the week.  I was very upset because they’d always, always had it, but did not
see it as an omen. 

When  I came back from the airport, there was a message that my Aunt Kruna had taken a very sudden turn for the worse and died that morning.

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Coincidence

Trish and I were in my office yesterday evening talking about some good news we’d heard about  Seven Secrets of Synchronicity. I looked over her shoulder at a bookshelf and focused on a novel that one of us had bought years ago, but neither of us had read. The news we were discussing was that our book would be a hard cover, that the editor was promoting it as a lead book for August, and that it was already listed on Amazon.com and the Barnes & Noble site. The name of the novel on the shelf? Coincidence.

I pulled down the novel and later read the first few pages. The author is David Ambrose, and I remembered reading another of his novels years ago and really enjoying it. That one was called The Man Who Turned into Himself. Considering the title of the book in my hand and the question that Nancy Atkinson had brought up yesterday about distinguishing coincidence from synchronicity, led me to the idea of putting up a few ‘meaningful’ paragraphs from the novel.

The protagonist is a non-fiction writer, named George Daley, who writes non-fiction books that he describes as “occupying a no-man’s-land between real science and fantastical speculation.” He has written about poltergeists, ESP of various kinds, stone circle, ley lines, pyramids. Of course, I thought, hmm, those are also the kind of books I happen to write.

George Daley, however, can’t figure out what he’s going to write about next as the story opens.  He’s drinking a scotch and staring out the window at the fall colors and thinking about his father who lives in a retirement home in New England when the phone rings. It’s the retirement home calling to inform him that his father has just died. So picking up the story…
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“I thanked her for letting me know so quickly and said I’d take a train up in the morning. She agreed that there was no point in my rushing up immediately. She herself would make arrangements with the funeral home if I wished. I said I would be grateful for that and thanked her again.

“When I hung up I didn’t move for some time, just stood there looking at my reflection in the window, watching it grow clearer moment by moment as the light outside faded. What were you supposed to feel, I asked myself, on learning of your father’s death? Was there something specific, something deep-rooted in the psyche, a special sense of loss? Or growth perhaps? And how remarkable that I should have been thinking of him at that very moment when the call came.

“Except, of course, it wasn’t remarkable at all. The association of trees, New England, the fact of having spoken to him that morning, and of feeling slightly guilty about putting off my next visit to him as long as I could explained the coincidence. But I felt no rush of remorse, no sense of unfinished business as a result of having missed that last chance to see him, no lack of ‘closure,’ as your local corner therapist would call it. I felt nothing that I hadn’t been feeling half an hour earlier. The only difference was that my father had been alive then and was dead now. A simple fact.

“But, although I didn’t consciously know it then, I had found both the subject and the title of my next book.

Coincidence.”
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So there’s a whole web of synchronicities here, within the story and outside of it. George in denying meaningful coincidence inadvertently discovers meaningful coincidence, and that will be the subject of his next book. Meanwhile, on the outside, Nancy had mentioned that her husband, like George, had puzzled over the difference between coincidence and synchronicity. Trish had recently posted about her father’s death, and I spotted the book as we were talking about our own book on meaningful coincidences.

Synchronicities galore.
Rob

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Waking Life As a Dream

 

I’ve been reading Robert Moss’s superb book, The Three “Only” Things, Tapping the Power of Dreams, Coincidence, and Imagination. It was recommended by someone in a comment and I apologize for not being able to remember who it was. But whoever you are, thank you!Once you start this book, it’s difficult to put down. In the coincidence section, Moss’s approach to interpreting a synchronicity is “that incidents in waking life speak to us exactly like dream symbols.” Here’s one of the best synchronicity in this section.
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Shortly before the stock market crash of 1987, Moss was in the restroom of a plane and happened to drop a wallet into the toilet. It contained his credit card and checks from a brokerage account he had at the time. He rescued the wallet just before it swirled down the toilet. “Had this been a dream, I might have written a one-liner like: If you’re not careful, your stock market investments will go down the toilet.”

At the time, he wasn’t fully aware of synchronicity. “I didn’t harvest the message, neglected to take the appropriate action to limit the risk to my brokerage account – and saw a large percentage of my net worth go down the toilet.”

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Dreams, Myths, and Synchronicity

In the early 1990s, we experienced several changes in our careers that resulted in having to look for new publishers. Since we write full-time, this sort of change meant that no income was coming in. We were scrambling.

Our  agent was sending out proposals, but so far, no one had made an offer. One of the publishers who had my material (Trish) was Hyperion, a Disney company. I felt increasingly anxious about the situation and asked for a dream that would shed some light on the situation.

On January 16, 1992, I dreamed:“I am floating to earth in a hot air balloon or on a parachute, I’m not sure which. I realize I’m actually looking at a photo taken by a reporter and that the picture is on the front of a magazine that says NIKE in big red letters.”

The next morning, I did some research on Nike. In pre-Google days, that meant a trip to the library. Nike was the Greek goddess of victory, known specifically as the Winged Goddess of Victory. In some references, Nike and Athena were supposedly once considered to be one and the same. I took this to mean that I would “be victorious” in finding a new publisher, a comforting reassurance. But which publisher?

I looked up Hyperion and found out that in ancient Greece, he was known as Helios Hyperion, the sun god. Over time, he gradually became identified with Apollo, the god of light. I reasoned that since Athena and Apollo were two of the twelve Olympian gods – allies –I might have a good shot at selling my proposal to Hyperion.

Sure enough, that happened on February 25, 1992, five weeks after this dream.This dream could qualify as a precognitive dream, except that I asked specifically for a dream that would reassure me. I got that. But why was the dream so metaphorical, so complicated?

To this day, I don’t know. As Mona Lisa Schultz wrote in Awakening Intuition, dreams alert us to all the potential choices we have.  And the language of dreams “is unique to each of us.”

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More Word Verifications

Word verifications for blogs often produce some interesting synchronicities. I’ve been collecting more of them and most of these are self-explanatory.What’s puzzling is how they are created? Is there some nerd sitting over there in the Google offices making them up? As much as I like this image, it’s more likely that the verifications are totally automated.

Or maybe not.

At any rate, when you get these weird little ditties, take as screenshot and send  them to us. Thanks!

– Trish

Here, Gypsy is thanking someone. “Grasci” sounds a lot like Italian for thanks.

 This one is hard to read. The commenter wrote: “I cry foul. The tin soldier falls into the fire with the ballerina and becomes a tin heart. ” The word verification for that one? Soldier.

Here, Gypsy was talking about something being “nearly identical.” The word verification looks a lot like “copycat.”

This was a funny one. I was commenting on Vanessa’s blog, about the steps she’s taking concerning the nonfiction book she’s working on. The word sounds like “dream made,” which the publication of her book would undoubtedly be.

Under a pot called Quantum Leap, Gypsy was commenting on Rob’s comment. As Gypsy noted, “We all know what barrium is, right?”


Here, the comment was about someone’s tea. Foodu was the word verification.

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The Ladder Writing Dream

This synchronicity comes from Nancy Pickard. Shortly after we picked her up from the airport today (Dec 7), she related a dream she had.
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A writer friend in the dream burst into song. Her voice was beautiful. But when Nancy awaken the only things she recalled from the dream were the words ladder and writer.

For some reason, she Googled the two words and found a book called “Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing” by Helene Cixous. She’d never heard of the book, but has already ordered it! So have we. We’ll report back!

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Herding Elephants

Elephants aren’t seen very often in Idaho, except in zoos. But for Jim Banholzer, they recently arrived in a synchronistic cluster. We meant to put up this post on 12/12, Jim’s B-Day, but we’ve had some scheduling mishaps on the dashboard. Anyhow, happy belated birthday, Jim.

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In this new era of electronic mail, it’s not often that I receive greeting cards; however, two months ago, I received a heartfelt condolence card from an out of town friend, offering support, when my good friend Mary Anne passed on. The card chosen had on its cover, a photo of a little girl pushing a Ginormous elephant onto a cart, which symbolized the small level of support my friend felt she was offering, since she was unable to be here in person.
A month later, I received another card in the mail. This one was a thank you for helping another friend move some large furniture around her house and featured an elephant on the cover. This friend included the notation: “No kidding, you’re my biggest friend.” I set the second card atop the refrigerator, by the other elephant card, thought it was a nice coincidence, and pointed it out to a few friends that came by.
Then a few days ago, my Aunt Jane sent me a classic care package for my birthday. Aunt Jane is a nature lover and cloud-watcher and for years, has sent out hand-painted cards as seasonal gifts. Well, lo & behold, among the thoughtful items she included was a personalized water coloring of an elephant grazing!
This third friendly-looking elephant left me a little stunned, and soon the wild synchronicity prompted me to tread softly over to the world of animal totems:

Here’s what the twelfth totem says:

The Elephant

“Throughout history elephants have been prized for their power and strength.  They are extremely intelligence and honored by many cultures.  Elephants are the largest land animals and among the longest lived, with life spans of 60 years or more. According to Buddhist tradition, the Buddha chose the form of a white elephant as one of his many incarnations and the rare appearance of a white elephant is still heralded as a manifestation of the gods.  The Hindu god Ganesh, the remover of obstacles, is depicted with the head of an elephant.

Despite their great weight, elephants walk almost noiselessly. Their stride is exceptionally graceful and rhythmic. Their hearing, smell, taste and touch is acute.  This compensates for their poor eyesight.  Their eyes are small in relation to the enormous head, which can only turn slightly from side to side.  This limited movement results in restricted side vision. Those with this medicine feel things deeply and respond to those feelings from a place of inner knowing.  Because their peripheral vision is limited, they have a tendency to look straight ahead and not always see what is around them.  Learning to shift ones focus to encompass the whole is helpful.

Loyal and affectionate elephants are willing to risk their life for the sake of others in a family group.  Wild elephants have been known to grieve and even shed tears over the death of a family member.  They have excellent memories and when mistreated they often seek revenge.

Elephants have four teeth, all molars.  The first pair of molars is located toward the front of the mouth.  When they wear down, they drop out and the two molars in the back shift forward.  Two new molars emerge in the back of the mouth to replace those that have moved forward. Elephants replace back molars six times throughout their life.  When the last set wears out, they are unable to chew and die of starvation.

Teeth have great symbolism. They are considered receivers and transmitters of energy linked by connecting paths throughout the astral body.  Because the elephant is highly intelligent, those with this totem make excellent researchers and alternative scientists. The complex study of numbers, energy meridians and the tie in between the physical brain, the teeth locations, and the major and minor head chakras is fascinating as well as beneficial.

Elephant tusks point backwards, are used as weapons and for digging edible roots.  From a spiritual point of view, this suggests an ability to uncover the secrets left behind you and bring them to the consciousness for evaluation and healing.

These beautiful creatures hold the teachings of compassion, loyalty, strength, intelligence, discernment and power to name a few.  If this is your medicine, these virtues are a part of your natural character.  By applying these gifts in your life soul evolution is achieved.”

As I began identifying with this elephant talk, it resonated within; that the best part of my 50th birthday (12/12) is that close friends have sent me this synchronicity – practically on a silver platter – and the fact that I could recognize their big gifts so readily.
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Addendum: Here’s a followup on Jim’s elephant tales.

“As I was walking around town with the personalized elephant greeting cards in my van, I crossed paths with the proprietor of one of our local coffeehouses. While I told her about your blog and my recent elephant anecdote, she reminded me that only a few weeks before, she, too, shared a large elephant synchronicity with me. While watching this video of an elephant birth, she invited me to sit down and listen to the audio of the elephant birth on her headphones. After doing so, it reminded me, that long ago, I had tagged my own blog with the following photo of an elephant in the womb, which I e-mailed to her later that evening. 

Ironically, I had forgotten that she and I had shared the special synchronicity, which being about elephants, animal totems and good memories, adds an element of humor. Which also leads me to my first good excuse of my fifties: With elephants crowding me, so fast from the four directions, I lost track of one of them.
-Jim
 P.S. The elephant in the above video was born on 09/09/09
& here are more great elephant in the womb photos 
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Those Google Alerts

 Google Alerts are a venue for connecting people and ideas and often result in – look surprised! – synchronicity. Back in September, we posted a synchronicity called The Grasshopper  that happened to J.B. Priestley’s wife.Recently, thanks to a Google alert, writer Anthony Peake left a comment under that post about a synchronicity involving Priestley.
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“I am researching a book on J.B. Priestley and I have just started making notes on “Over The Long High Wall”. I was needing to find an image of the Sutherland lithograph that JBP mentions on page 80. I did a Google search and found you guys and the lithograph. Thank you.”

Another interesting bit with this synchronicity? Last Monday, on his regular “spot” on BBC Radio Merseyside, Tony talked about…you guessed it, synchronicity.

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I’ll Wait for You

 Dali – Ascent into the Sky

Synchronicities often occur during major transitions in our lives and one of those transitions is the ultimate journey we all take – death. You’ve heard the stories – clocks stop at the moment a loved one dies, a pet acts strangely in the days leading up to its owner’s death, appliances break down inexplicably,  the seemingly random sighting of a crow or owl occurs shortly before a person passes on. Often, the synchronicities involved defy the odds.
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On September 23, 2005, Trish got a phone call from her sister, Mary, in Roswell,  Georgia. Their father, who had spent the last two years in an assisted living facility where Mary was the wellness director, had had a stroke earlier that morning, hadn’t regained consciousness, and was not expected to live. How quickly could she get to Georgia?

At the time, Rob was visiting his mother in Minnesota, Megan was still in high school, so Trish couldn’t go anywhere until Rob returned. Frantic, she called her father’s room and – to her shock – he answered. She explained she would be in Georgia as soon as Rob returned from Minnesota. He assured her he was fine, she
 shouldn’t worry, he would wait for her.After that call, he lapsed into a coma again.

Trish arrived in Roswell two days later. She and Mary spent the day in his room, sorting through his belongings, exchanging memories. Since hearing is the last sense to go, their dad’s favorite classical music played in the background. He was known then by Megan’s name for him – Buddy. Her grandmother, who had died five years earlier, was Nana. So for most of the day, it was Buddy this, Nana that. The aides who had taken care of Buddy for the last two years wandered in and out of the room all day to see how he was doing.

One of them drew Trish aside.  “It’s amazing he has hung on this long. I think he was waiting for you to get here.” Those were his exact words the last time they had spoken.

He died peacefully at eleven that night.

“It is as if natural principles do not apply during the process of death,”  writes Robert Hopcke, author of There Are No Accidents, “as if causality and matter are suspended.”

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