In the Forest

Here’s a story from Ove-Kenneth Nilsen, of Norway.

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I was walking from my school where I studied to be a film editor. The school in Norway with the editing studio is located in the forest, and to get there I had to take a bus. I had been working on my first short film one night and was walking to catch the last bus home. The road leading from the school to the main road had street lights, but the forest was pitch black and it was the middle of winter.

Suddenly I heard a loud cracking sound coming from the woods just as I passed. My heart stopped as something came crashing towards me. A large tree fell down in my path. I eventually got on my bus, and opened the novel I was reading.

The first thing I read was, “If a tree falls down in the woods and no one is around to hear it – does it make a sound?” Well:This tree made a lot of sound… and this is just one of many synchronistic events in my life.

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Shroud of Turin/Shroud of Heaven

Author Sean Ellis has a new novel out called Shroud of Heaven, and now he notes that a Vatican scientist has released a new study about the Shroud of Turin.

Sean is hoping for a little spin-off publicity for his book, but points out that his Shroud has nothing to do with the famous one. Hm, it’s not much of a synchroncity, either, Sean! But here’s a little publicity. -Rob

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Bangkok Odds

We’ve posted several synchronicities that involve phenomenal odds, like the Anthony Hopkins story. This one, from healing mudras, a European expatriate living in of Bangkok, is impressive. It seems to underscore the law of attraction and how closely we are all connected. Healing mudras has written an ebook called Quantum Togetherness.
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Bangkok is a city of more than 10 million inhabitants.
Two days ago I bought an USB aircard with a Sim card from the same mobile service provider I use for my mobile phone.The USB Sim card enables access to WiFi anywhere with a laptop or notebook.
Today I sat down at a local Starbucks outlet with my notebook and proudly took the USB modem out of my bag. A young Thai man walked in and searched for an electricity to sit down and do exactly the same I was doing. I waved at him and told him he could share my table because there were no more plugs available.
He smiled, sat down, opened his notebook and looked at my USB aircard. He said, “Oh, you are using that device also.. Do you like it?”  I told him I did. And he continued, “I am the one who designed it. I work for the company producing these USBs. I designed that and we are now designing a WiFi version of it.” We had a nice conversation  and I offered ideas on how to make his product better. Only 10,000 of these USB aircards were produced and sold, healing says. “There are loads of service providers in Thailand and only one has these USBs.”
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So, with ten million residents in the city, what are the odds on this one? One to ten million?

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The Grizzly

We’ve posted several synchronicities involving animals as oracles. This one, from Sue Thurman, a writer from Arizona, involves a grizzly bear, in a dream.
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There often appears to be a deeper meaning to some of my experiences, but many are initially perplexing.  My lucid dream about grizzly bears was confusing.  In the dream the bears were large and threatening.  My husband was driving a jeep and I was the passenger.  We were on a rugged dirt road in the mountains where a stream had flooded the area, then receded dramatically.  Large fish were stranded next to the muddy road providing a meal for the bears.  It was frightening to be so close to the animals as they growled at us.  We were close enough to touch them.

Next morning, thoughts of the dream lingered.  Animals are a passion of mine, but it was my first dream about bears and it was bugging me.  When I turned my car onto the highway headed for work, the dream took on new meaning.  At the first stoplight it was impossible to avoid noticing the license plate in front of me at eye level.  It was like being slammed in the face.  The plate read, “BEAR GRR.”

This was not the first time or the last when a license plate demanded my attention with a message, or provided an answer to a question on my mind.  It gives me shivers when it happens.  The license plate warned of something, but what?  Later one afternoon I heard voices and a scuffle outside my office window followed by a dull thud.  While police surrounded the building, an ambulance arrived to retrieve a body covered with a blanket.  The man had been shot to death a few feet from me.  Was this the warning from the bear dream reinforced through a license plate?  It would be hard to convince me otherwise. 
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Sue wrote about another synchronicity that’s equally intriguing. It’s here.

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Time Catcher

Recently, I drove to Boca Raton, about 40 minutes away, with a friend to a yoga class that I take about twice a month. En route, I talked about my novel, Time Catcher, that has been circulating among publishers for months. I mentioned that I was worried because it deals with 2012 so it needs to sell soon…or it might not sell at all, unless it undergoes  a major rewrite.

During the class, I also started thinking that I was reaching the end of my time going to this studio. I’ve taken classes with this particular teacher for about 11 years. It’s very challenging yoga and I’m about 25 years older than the average student. It’s not that I can’t handle the class anymore, but there’s now a studio much closer to home, which also has good teachers.

So near the end of the class, we did handstands and the instructor asked us to hold it for ten breaths before coming down. I could only stay up for a couple of breaths in the middle of the room, so after a couple of tries I went to the wall. Up I went, my toes lightly touching the wall, or so I thought. After a breath or two,  I felt something coming down between my  legs. I quickly closed my thighs, catching it, lodging it against my groin. It was about the size of a plate, but I had no idea what it was.

I kept holding it and breathing. Finally, after nine or ten breaths, the instructor’s assistant snatched it away, and I came down. That’s when I discovered that I’d been holding the wall clock! I must have knocked it loose when my feet hit the wall, and moments later, it fell.

I continued on with the class, but a short time later I realized I’d created a double synchronicity from a handstand. Time Catcher! Get it? The book and the studio. Tick…tick…tick.
R

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Cedar Key Synchros


Cedar Key is a very small island 50 miles southwest of Gainesville, Florida, on Florida’s Gulf coast. We’ve been visiting for years and usually stay at the same place, the Old Fenimore Inn. This photo is the view at dusk, from our third floor balcony.

This is our first time back in two years and the economy has taken its toll – some of the shops and restaurants have folded, there are fewer tourists, the town  is nearly deserted during the week. Our favorite coffee shop is now a lawyer’s office.

During a walk this past weekend, we talked about moving here, as we have done before. We usually look at property here, and this trip was no exception. But we never quite make the leap. So on this walk, we suddenly hear the loud barking of a dog that sounded as familiar as an old friend’s voice. “Hey, that sounds like Bart. Remember that dog?” Rob exclaimed.

The dog’s hoarse, distinctive bark echoed through the early morning quiet. Sure enough, moments later, there’s Bart, bounding toward us, his muzzle a bit grayer. And right behind him is his owner, Warren, who laid laminate flooring in our house some years ago. Warren and Bart had moved to Cedar Key after Warren had sold his business a few years ago, and every time we come here, we inevitably run into Warren walking Bart. They live in a house on stilts just a couple hundred yards from the condo where we were staying.
 After chatting with Warren, we continued on into town and discover a  new coffee shop – Kono’s – and went inside for a couple of cappuccinos. Small place, on the water, the air filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon rolls. We strike up a conversation with the couple who own the shop and discovere they opened eight months ago.

“Where are you from?” we asked.

“The West Palm Beach area,” the man replies.

Okay. Why not Tampa? Or Tallahassee?  Because it’s apparently going to be a synchro day.  “That’s where we’re from. We live in Wellington.”

The man’s eyes widen. “That’s where we lived!”
It turns out they lived less than two miles from us.

Small world. And maybe a hint that Cedar Key might be in our future, as a place of residence – at least part-time.

(that’s Joe, ducking into the store)

Another view of Kona’s and the main street through town.

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Google and Synchronicities

We’ve mentioned before how we set up a Google alert for synchronicity shortly after we started our blog.  We check the URLs and links that Google delivers daily and sometimes, there are some wonderful surprises that add credence to my belief that the Internet, Google, and blogging are fertile environments for synchronicity.

This evening, I clicked on one that came in and found myself staring at a photo entitled “Synchronicity,” taken by Peter Prato,  of a cute girl in a reflective mood, taken .

Then I did a double take of the name and the site –
and thought, Wait a minute. I knew a Peter Prato who used to work at my agent’s agency. How many Peter Pratos can there be in the universe? And I knew I had done his birth chart, too. Just to be sure, I went into my database and sure enough, found his chart. I sent Peter an email asking if he was the Peter born on such and such a date.

And it was. He wrote:

 “Trish! Given the title of the photo and the nature of our connection and what you do, it’s impossible to ignore the machinery of the universe.”

The girl in the picture is Peter’s sister. I asked Peter why he called the photo synchronicity.”Because that was the first time my sister and I ever worked together- her as an actor and me as a photographer.  We shot in a studio that belongs to one of my closest friends whom I met in college and now lives in San Francisco.  So the picture represents more synchronicity than I could explain.  It’s a lifetime of overlap that led to it.”

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Natalie’s Moldavite

 After Natalie Thomas read our posts on Moldavite, she decided she would really like to obtain a piece. The synchronicities leading up the manifestation of her desire bode well for more! (That’s her necklace on the left)

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Two weeks ago, I visited some friends of mine who I hadn’t seen for two years. They were holding a Spiritual Market Day, to raise money for disadvantaged children.My friend Ric, suggested I have a ten minute reading for ten dollars. I was keen, but only actually had ten dollars on me. I felt strongly, that there was something that i really needed to know, so I looked around the room trying to find the right reader.

A man in front of me, caught my eye and started to shuffle his Tarot cards. Ric put his hand behind my back, and steered me to someone else. I let him, all the while wondering what the man had to say to me. His name was John Bell.

It was ascertained that I needed a ‘high’ reading, not your regular ‘you will go on a cruise’,  type reading. The lady selected was a medium, who could tune in to very high vibrations.I was very keen, but also nervous. I knew this lady could see right through, into my soul. PLUS, I was spending our last ten bucks!

 Mark was outside in the playground with the kids.He would be fine for ten minutes, surely?

One thing she said was that I was feeling ‘almost choked’ with frustration, and that the time was near for me to start reading again. Not just one -on – one readings, but to a large crowd of people. She also said I would write, and that I would be channeling messages from Star people from other galaxies.OKAAAY. Now, if you know me, you will know that I am one cynical lady, and don’t go in for a lot of mumbo jumbo stuff. However, this really sat with me, It was SO unlike me, to even entertain the idea, let alone feel RIGHT about it.

Then, two days later, the preschool tells me, that Haylie has been accepted for two days a week, next year, in order for me to work again. This was also funny, as they had knocked me back two weeks before.Then, I read your post about the Moldavite, and once again, just knew I had to get some, even though I hadn’t bought a crystal for five years either. I had completely shut down.

I got the feeling that the Moldavite would be sent to me, even though we have some fantastic distributors here in Newcastle. I was telling my friend Jen about it all, and how I wanted to brush up on my tarot skills before i started reading again, and she pulled out a business card for a tarot reader,and  possible teacher, whose name was  John Bell. Yes, the same John Bell from the fair.

She suggested a shop in Newcastle for the Moldavite, and I told her no, that I felt it would be sent to me.I went against my better judgement, and arranged for Mark and I, and the kids to go into town to this shop, in order to purchase a small piece on credit card. I told Noah (3yrs)  that we were going to a special shop,  where he could choose a coloured rock,  if he was a good boy.He straightaway said  that he was going to choose a green or black,  special rock, that came from out of space. From the stars, he said.That blew me away, because I hadn’t discussed any of it with anyone at home.

We went to the shop and had a look.Their pieces were way too expensive,but there was a bargain table for people to choose a gem for $2.Noah went over and grabbed the first one he saw. I told him to have a good look, and tried to steer him towards the gentler stones like Rose Quartz for instance.He was adamant and wouldn’t let go of his rock. It was a greenish/black Obsidian. Czech Moldavite is green, Australian Moldavite is black.

Czech Moldavite

Australian Moldavite

I was disappointed that I didn’t get some. Later, after we had been home a while,Mark came out to tell me  he had purchased a Moldavite necklace for me online, and it would be sent to me, during the next couple of days. It was a bargain, but our funds are very limited at the moment,and I was concerned. He said it was for my work, end of story.I love that man.

Last night, on retiring, I pulled out a card from my Tarot deck for a message. The card was: The Star.
Pretty cool huh?
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Not only was Natalie right that the Moldavite would come to her,” the Star card fits well with what the tarot reader told her. And that necklace is one lovely piece of jewelry!

I also thought it interesting that the name John Bell was repeated twice.Physicist John Bell was best known for Bell’s Theorem. It postulates that if paired particles – electrons, for example – are generated at the same moment, a measurement of one particle changes the same property of its counterpart instantaneously, even if they are separated by as vast distance. This suggests that the two particles remain connected in some unknown way, sharing a quality that transcends space and time. The first time I read about Bell’s Theorem in The Dancing Wu Li Masters, I realized it described telepathy and a host of other psychic phenomena. Even Bell said his theorem suggested that “Reality must be non-local.”

Perhaps Natalie’s John Bell is the perfect teacher at this time in her life.

UPDATE: here’s a place to buy moldavite on online. 

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The Witch, the Painter, and the Writer

This story was brought to our attention by Jeff, who thought it might be of interest to us. He was right! It seems to be another instance where creativity provides a springboard for a complex synchronicity.
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Dame Alice Kyteler was born around 1280 in Kilkenny, Ireland, an only child of Norman lords. She reputedly married four times and outlived all four husbands, who may have been poisoned by Alice. When her fourth husband died, the children of the husbands accused her of poisoning the men and using sorcery against them. They also accused Alice and her followers of “denying the faith” – in other words, they were pagans – and of sacrificing animals to demons.

Well, since this was the really dark ages, it’s no surprise that Alice was arrested for witchcraft. On the night before she was to be burned at the stake, she supposedly fled for England. She was thought to have escaped and disappeared because of her supernatural powers.

Skip ahead to 2003. In the U.S. Midwest, artist Paddy Shaw paints a portrait of Alice after reading about her in a library. In 2009, he was clearing out his studio and decided it was time to send Alice home. He gave the painting to a woman at Kyteler’s Inn on St. Kiernan Street in Kilkenny city. The pub stands where Alice once lived.

The painting was brought to the attention of Pat Nolan, a well known geneologist, who was floored when he saw it. He said the resemblance to his daughter, Claire, was “uncanny” and that he “nearly fell over from shock.” He called Claire and she visited that weekend of see the painting. She was “physically shocked” and said it was like “looking at myself in the mirror – the eyes, face, posture, body shape, everything was like me, except for the malevolent look on Alice’s face.”
                                                                            
Now here’s where this story slams into synchronistic overdrive. In 2008, Claire Nolan, who didn’t know Paddy Shaw, had written a book called The Stone about the life of Alice Kyteler.

This is  Claire Nolan. There’s an eerie physical similarity, for sure,  between her and Alice in the painting above.

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Meet Noah Presley

Names are funny things. They define us. Describe us. Perplex us. And sometimes, a name strikes you as totally right or completely wrong and this applies not only to people, but to our animal companions.

Our first golden was named Jessie and we wrote about her in an earlier post. We had to put her down in May 2008. Her name fit her.


This dog came to us as Presley – as in Elvis, shake your hips, rock ‘n roll. He’s from the South Florida golden retriever rescue organization, and spent the first 9 months of his life with a man in Miami who also owned his parents. Due to financial problems, the man had to give up all three dogs.

I called the rescue organization on a Monday, we had Presley a week later. During that week, he was removed from his owner, his parents, taken to a foster home where the other goldens wouldn’t let him eat, and was neutered and brought to yet another home. The day he arrived, neighborhood kids descended on our house to greet the new dog. He had to deal with three cats and two strays, and 4 out of 5 went nuts and hid or took off.

The day after he arrived, I kept referring to him as Noah for some reason. He just didn’t impress me as being Presley. Then, this evening, I was visiting a neighbor and told her I kept calling the dog Noah. Annette snapped upright, her eyes widened and she said, “You’re kidding. When I first laid eyes on him, I thought of him as Noah.”

I don’t know if this qualifies as a synchronicity, but it certainly qualifies as weird. Out of all the names in the universe, why would Annette and I both think of this dog as Noah? Because he’s not Presley. He’s Noah, calmer, wise, mellow, and he knows how to treat the animals on his ark.  So, meet Noah Presley, who looks an awful lot like Jessie, except that he isn’t gray! (That’s Jessie below.) He’s sweet, loving, and the cats have given their seal of approval.

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