This video is interesting. You can hear the family talking about what they’re seeing about halfway through, which gives it an air of authenticity.
This morning at the gym, I was on the treadmill when my right shoe suddenly felt like it had a stone or a stick inside of it. I got off the treadmill to remove whatever it was and discovered the side of the right shoe had torn away from the sole. The sole looked like it had gone through one puddle too many and it seemed pretty doubtful that even a cobbler could hammer and stitch things back together again.
I am fond of my workout shoes. They are filled – deliberately – with holes that allow the feet to breathe. I don’t have to wear socks with them. I think of them as my multidimensional shoes; in these shoes, I can do anything! So, I figured a trip to the sports store would be in order.
This is my third pair of shoes like this. When Nika was a puppy – 18 months ago – she chewed up the first pair and destroyed the left shoe in the second pair. At the time I found the second pair, I realized the right shoe was untouched, so I stashed it away in a plastic bin where we put our shoes before coming into the house. I’m not sure why I did this. Maybe I’m part pack rat, maybe in the back of my mind I thought I might be able to use it if Nika got a hold of my third pair of shoes.
I stashed it and forgot about it.
This evening, I was fishing around in the shoe bin for a pair of workout shoes I could use until I had a chance to buy a new pair – and came across the stashed shoe. Now my multidimensional shoes are complete once again!
I like the symbolism of shoes. They not only carry us through mud, across treadmills, into and out grocery stores, they protect and support our feet. They can dress us up or render us strictly casual. My main rule for shoes is simple: are they comfortable? And my multidimensional shoes are certainly that.
So now that my shoes are reunited, left and right a perfect match, I’m hoping these shoes are willing to take me across the world.
Some of my most vivid dreams have come at the time of death–or shortly after– of friends and family members. In these dreams, the deceased seem surprisingly alive in the afterlife.
Our friend, Marcus Anthony, an Australian futurist, has also had dreams related to deaths recently. However, Marcus’s dreams have come a week or two before the deaths. The dreams weren’t of anyone close to him, but to a couple of men that he had admired for years. I’ll let Marcus tell the story. – Rob
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Recently on their blog synchrosecrets.com, Rob and Trish Macgregor wrote a post which featured a quote on synchronicity by David R Hawkins, the mystic and author of the influential book Power vs Force. I have written about Hawkins quite a bit over the years, as I feel that much of what he writes has a very high level of truth. That post by the Macgregors inspired me to go to YouTube and watch some of Hawkin’s videoed lectures. Unfortunately I was saddened to see one entitled “David R Hawkins’ last lecture”. I then found out that he had died in September 2012.
I then recalled that I had had a vivid dream of Hawkins’ dying some time ago. I still recall the dream. In it I saw Hawkin’s face, and it was clear that he had passed away. The other thing was that his overall consciousness field appeared to be “empty”. This is hard to explain, but it was as if he was hollow. My sense is that this was because he was in a kind of non-dual state which he had often described himself as feeling like nothingness (BTW, this is not the highest state of consciousness, according to Hawkins).
I have a lot of precognitive dreams, but I only write down my dreams every now and again these days – when I feel they are profound or perhaps precognitive. When I heard that Hawkins had died, I recalled the dream and that I’d written it down somewhere. So I went looking for it. I was particularly interested to find the exact date.
Annoyingly, I couldn’t find it anywhere in my journals or on my computer. Then I recalled that I occasionally write down dreams on the notepad on my mobile phone. I try not to have my phone anywhere near my bed when I am sleeping these days, but I have sometimes kept it there deliberately for this very purpose.
Alas, it was to no avail. The Hawkins’ dream was nowhere to be found on my mobile either (I know I put it somewhere!!!). But what I did find on my mobile notepad was a whole heap of dreams that I had recorded and mostly forgotten about. Some of them were quite fascinating.
But one really caught my attention. Indeed it was even more prophetic than the Hawkins’ dream.
Perhaps the most amazing thing about this dream is that it occurred only six weeks ago. It is dated April 22, 2013. And I had absolutely forgotten about it!
This is not that unusual (though it’s true I do remember a lot of dreams, even when I don’t record them).
When I awake and write a dream down, I am often barely conscious, and in a very, very drowsy state. I fall back to sleep immediately, as soon as I record the dream. I am a very heavy sleeper.
So what was so special about this dream? Well, take a look at it. This is the dream as I recorded it in its entirety. I emailed this to myself directly from my mobile note pad, and I have cut and pasted it here.
I am looking in from a railway station at a pub across the road. It says “Stuart Wilde pub” on the sign. Then I look closer and see that it says: “Stu dead”. I feel great sadness.
Then I hear someone say: “Is it true?”
A little boy’s voice returns: “Yes. He had a heart attack.”
I keep hearing the song “She’s out of my life.” (Michael Jackson) It’s very sad.
Then I hear another voice. It is Stuart Wilde saying: “I’d like to thank her.”
Next I am hearing words from the Cold Chisel song “Flame Trees”:
”There’s no change. There’s no pace. Everything within its place. Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around”.
There is a sense of sadness and emptiness, like just after someone dies or leaves.
As many of you will know, Stuart Wilde died of a heart attack on May 1st, just over a week after I had that dream, while traveling through Ireland. I found out about Stuart’s death two weeks after that. I was very sad to hear about it. He had been very influential in my own spiritual journey. I was moved to write this blog post about his life and its significance.
Incredibly, when I came to write that post I had forgotten all about the dream which I’d recorded just a week or so before he died. I did have a vague recollection of dreaming about it, but it was very hazy, and I didn’t want to mention it on the article.
Everything in the dream is very easy to understand, with perhaps the one vague part being Stuart’s cryptic words: “I’d like to thank her.” It felt as if he was literally grateful to a female who was close to him. My sense is that he was thanking his mother.
Imagine seeing a pair of adult eagles battling in midair, talons locked together as they plunge earthward and strike a runway at the Duluth International Airport in Minnesota. An employee at Monaco Air, a servicing center at the airport, saw the birds fall. They were still entangled when he ran over to them, so he called the Minnesota Department of Natural Resources.
Randy Hanzal, a conservation officer with the DNR who took the photo above, collected the adult birds and tried to transport them to Wildwoods, a wildlife rehab organization in Duluth. He didn’t have a cage large enough to accommodate the birds, so he put them in the back of his pickup and covered them with blankets and jackets. He secured them with webbing straps and slowly drove toward the rehab enter, which was just a couple of miles away.
Halfway there, Hanzal heard an uproar in the back of the truck. He glanced around, saw feathers flying, then one of the eagles jumped out, onto the tailgate of his truck, and flew off. Hanzal got the remaining eagle secured again and finally made it to the rehab center. A spokeswoman for the center said that a few days later, after the eagle was treated for its injuries, it was transferred to the Raptor Center at the University on Minnesota.
According to Frank Nicoletti, director of banding at Hawk Ridge Bird Observatory in Duluth, midair battles between eagles aren’t uncommon. But it’s rare for them to hit the ground.
So is there a synchronicity in this eagle skirmish?
In 1782, the American bald eagle was adopted as the official bird emblem of the U.S. It was chosen not only because it’s native to North America, but for its beauty, strength, and long life. In the wild, an eagle will live 30-35 years and in captivity, will live up to 50 years. A full-grown bald eagle has a wingspan up to 7 feet. They fly up to 30 miles an hour and can dive at 100 miles an hour.
Eagles mate for life, and will use the same nest for many years. Over a period of time, some nests become enormous. They can reach a diameter of nine feet and weigh as much as two tons! The female lays two or three eggs and both parents share incubation and guard them against predators.
When I initially saw the photo of the entangled eagles, my first thought was, Oh, that’s the U.S. Congress.
The 113th Congress is like the pair of eagles. A fundamental disagreement in tenets has led to a paralyzed group of individuals who can’t get anything done. They posture, make speeches, attack and revile each other, and in the end, they hit the ground, still fighting. In fact, two days after the eagle skirmish, on May 16, the Congress voted for the 36th time to repeal Obamacare. Never mind that the Supreme Court declared it constitutional last year. Here’s what went on in Congress in just one week. It’s stunning – and rather depressing.
This is one definite area where consensus reality and my beliefs conflict.
Angelina Jolie carries the breast cancer gene. Her mother died of the disease in her late fifties. So Angelina elected to have a double mastectomy at the age of 37 so she could reduce the chance that she would contract the disease.
Some years back, my agent, Al Zuckerman, asked if I would be interested in writing a book about four women in the Boca Raton, Florida area who had elected to double mastectomies because they carried this gene. I had profound reservations. But I called one of the women and we had an interesting conversation. In the end, I told Al I couldn’t be a part of this project because I didn’t believe in bottom line: you carry the gene, therefore you will get this disease.
While it’s likely that, in consensus reality, you are more prone to breast cancer if you have this particular gene, it isn’t a foregone conclusion that you will contract breast cancer. Al counteracted with statistics – big statistics, overwhelming statistics – but I knew this project wasn’t for me.
A few years later, Rob and I were having dinner with friends when the woman suddenly announced she was going to have a double mastectomy. “I’ve had so much of my breasts removed in the past few years that I’ve decided to just get it over with.”
I was frankly so shocked that I didn’t know what to say. I finally muttered a weak, “But why? “
“Because I feel like I’m waiting for breast cancer to hit me.”
If that was her belief, I said, then she should have the surgery. And she did. Her breasts were lopped off, like Jolie’s.
So here’s my question. My parents died from complications of neurological diseases – my mother from Alzheimer’s and my dad from Parkinson’s. When should I schedule my brain surgery so I won’t contract either of these diseases?
Richard Martini has written a winner in Flipside: A Tourist’s Guide to the Afterlife. I initially read a review of this book on Daz’s blog. It sounded intriguing and the price was certainly right – .99 cents for Amazon ‘s Kindle.
If you click on to Martini’s link from IMDB, you discover he’s a movie director and screenwriter. But in reading this book, I’ve discovered that Martini is actually something of a mystic with a lot of questions.
His book came about because of the death of Luana Anders, an actress and writer who, for ten years, was his partner. Then she broke it off and they remained close friends. During the final few years of Luana’s life, as she died of breast cancer, Martini took care of her. His descriptions of her – in both life and the afterlife – show us a woman with a quick wit and a restless mentality who seemed to embrace everything with a sense of fun and adventure.
Her death launched Martini’s quest and it led him into an investigation of life after death. And he moved through the field of reincarnation as both a journalist and a participant. He was regressed to a previous life, to a life between lives, and provides the details, blow by blow, and explains how these details relate to his life now. And yes, he and Luana met up during one of his regressions. On the other side, she’s a teacher who instructs newly departed souls how to utilize energy to create physical objects.
Martini interviews Michael Newton – author of Journey of Souls – and his wife about the hypnotherapist’s techniques and life journey. He discusses children’s past lives and quotes our friend Carol Bowman. He relates stories about the connections between children and their adoptive parents, about the soul families with whom we reunite on the other side, about his personal experiences in seeing spirits. Martini has so many questions that his psychic life is threaded throughout the material. The book is actually a metaphysical memoir about his journey, his quest. And the fact that it illuminates mysterious areas for the rest of us is a bonus.
I was intrigued by the descriptions of the afterlife that are included in many of the regressions he observed/filmed. They closely follow descriptions that Michael Newton talks about in his books – a council of elders, a library where future life options are available for perusal, a gathering of soul families, a life review…But at the heart of all this is tremendous love and compassion.
No one is ever “judged” in the sense that traditional religion teaches. According to Martini’s findings, before we’re born, we agree to play certain roles. This aspect is well illustrated in the regressions where a person returns to a life during the holocaust. Individuals who died in the camps talked about what they learned from those lives, how the situation was actually worse for the perpetrators.
One of the most powerful sections in the book is about Martini’s two kids, how when they were really young, they identified themselves as a Tibetan monk (his son) and someone who lived among the monks. Son and daughter knew each other in that life. They also tell Martini and his wife how and why they chose them as parents.
There’s so much material in this book that when I put it aside for awhile, I find myself thinking about it, mulling everything over. Martini also presents some interesting material on synchronicity. He has an instinctive grasp of what works in a book like this. I hope he writes a sequel!
After yesterday’s heavy-duty synchro spiel, here’s the lighter side, sent by Nancy McMoneagle:
A chicken farmer went to the local bar and sat next to a woman and ordered champagne.
“How strange,” the woman said. “I also just ordered a glass of champagne.”
“What a coincidence,” said the farmer. “It’s a special day for me. I’m celebrating.”
“It’s a special day for me, too,” the woman exclaimed. “I’m also celebrating.”
While they toasted, the man asked, “What’re you celebrating?”
“My husband and I have been trying for years to have a child and today, my gynecologist told me that I’m pregnant!”
“What a coincidence,” said the man. “I’m a chicken farmer and for years, all my hens were infertile. But now they are all set to lay fertilized eggs.”
“That’s awesome,” the woman said. “What did you do for your chickens to become fertile?”
“I used a different rooster,” he replied.
The woman smiled. “Well, what a coincidence.”
David Hawkins is an internationally renowned psychiatrist, physician, researcher, and pioneer in the fields of consciousness research and spirituality. He writes and teaches from the unique perspective of an experienced clinician, scientist, and mystic and is devoted to the spiritual evolution of mankind.
With that introduction, let’s see what David has to say about synchros….
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“The database behaves like an electrostatic condenser with a field of potentiality, rather than a battery with a with a stored charge. A question can’t be asked unless there’s already the potentiality of the answer. The reason for this is that the question and answer are both created out of the same paradigm and , therefore, are exactly symeterical –there can be no “up” without an already existent “down”. Causality occurs as simultaneity rather than as a sequence; synchronicity is the term used by Jung to explain this phenomenon in human experience. As we understand from our examination of physics, an event “here” in the universe doesn’t “cause” an event to occur “there” –instead, both appear at the same time.
“What’s the connection between these events, then, if it isn’t a Newtonian linear sequence of cause and effect? Obviously, the two are related or connected to each other in some invisible manner, but not by gravity or magnetism, or even by a cosmic field of such magnitude that it includes both events. The “connection” between any two events occurs only in the observer’s consciousness –he “sees” a connection and describes a “pair” of events, hypothesizing a relationship.
“This relationship is a concept in the mind of the observer; it isn’t necessary that any corollary external event exists in the universe. Unless there’s an underlying attractor pattern, nothing can be experienced. Thus, the entire manifest universe is its own simultaneous expression and experience of itself. Omniscience is omnipotent and omnipresent. There’s no distance between the unknown and the known –the known is manifest from the unknown merely by the asking. For example, the Empire State Building was born in the mind of its architects –human consciousness is the agent that can transform an unseen concept into its manifested experience, which is therefore frozen in time … …
“Time, then, is much like a hologram that already stands complete; it’s a subjective, sensory effect of a progressively moving point of view. There’s no beginning or end to a hologram, it’s already everywhere, complete –in fact, the appearance of being “unfinished” is part of its completeness. Even the phenomenon of “unfoldment” itself reflects a limited point of view; There is no enfolded and unfolded universe, only a becoming awareness. Our perception of events happening in time is analogous to a traveler watching the landscape unfold before him. But to say that the landscape unfolds before a traveller is merely a figure of speech –nothing is actually unfolding: nothing is actually becoming manifest. There’s only the progression of awareness.
“These paradoxes dissolve in the greater paradigm that includes both opposites, wherein oppositions as such are only related to the locations of the observer. This transcendence of opposition occurs spontaneously at consciousness levels of 600 and above. The notion that there’s a “knower” and a “known” is in itself dualistic, in that it implies a separation between subject and object (which, again, can only be inferred by the artificial adoption of a point of observation). The Maker of all things in Heaven and on Earth, of all things visible and invisible, stands beyond both, includes both, and is one with both. Existence, is, therefore, merely a statement that awareness is aware of its awareness and of its expression as consciousness…”
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I had to read the above a couple of times in order to grok it, but it was worth the time. I like this line in particular: “The Maker of all things in Heaven and on Earth, of all things visible and invisible, stands beyond both, includes both, and is one with both.:
Several years ago, we wrote about our trip to a Scottish festival in Orlando and the synchronicity that occurred. The synchro seemed to suggest I should take a particular path with one of my novels. Here’s the recap of what happened:
One brisk day in January 2010, we drove up to Orlando to attend the Scottish festival – a great outdoor event with bands playing bagpipes, men in kilts, and games dating back centuries. Various Scottish clans – like the MacGregors, the clan that was being honored at this year’s event — had tents set up with refreshments and information about the history of the clan.
In addition to the kilts and the Scottish brogue, there were men and women in Renaissance and Goth clothing and plenty of tattoos to go around. As Rob remarked as we were exploring, it was the sort of place where you could be a time traveler and not draw any attention at all.
As soon as he said this, it struck me that I could easily set a scene here in the novel I was working on. It was the second in a trilogy that began with Esperanza, which would come out in September 2010, and takes place primarily in Ecuador. I suddenly considered using characters from two time travel novels I’d written a few years earlier – Kill Time and Running Time.
While I toyed with the possibilities, we stopped at one tent that was selling historical clothing. I was drawn to a particular shirt and when I looked at the tag, I burst out laughing. The tag read: Time Travelers, Made in Ecuador. That’s the shirt in the photo. It seemed like a clear confirmation that I should combine the two series.
I went to work on a proposal and a few weeks later, passed the idea by my editor. She nixed it, said that time travel novels don’t sell. I initially wrote this one off to a trickster.In retrospect, three years later, trickster doesn’t quite explain it. Perhaps my focus on the novel drew me to the shirt with that particular tag – what Abraham/ Hicks would call the law of attraction. Or perhaps the synchronicity was simply addressing an alternate creative path that might or might not work out.
Bewildered, I emailed Bernard Beitman, a visiting professor of psychiatry at University of Virginia, who has written on coincidence for psychiatric journals and is writing a book on synchronicity. I told him the story and asked what he thought about synchros like this. His response is interesting:
“I’m now calling coincidences like this one–instrumental coincidences–a means to an end. Here you got a ‘writerly’ coincidence, I just had a neat one–I was wondering what to write for the next paragraph, scanned the New York Times as I usually do when I’m stuck or want a break and there was the next paragraph.
“Your coincidence like mine, like so many instrumental coincidences, act as confirmations of what you are thinking about strongly but not necessarily the choice you should make. You are presented an option-or feel confirmed about a decision. But that still does not mean you should make the choice that seems to be suggested.
“Also, your editor could have been wrong.”
He noted that he was planning a chapter on how to use coincidences and that my question was a central question. “Your email is a meta-coincidence: a coincidence about a coincidence.”
So the next time I start to attribute a synchro to the trickster, I intend to take a closer look. I believe Bernard is onto something about choices, alternate paths and decisions. Perhaps it’s like Robert Frost’s poem, The Road Not Taken.
Synchronicity sometimes acts as a kind of alchemy that transforms us or a decision we’re making in an essential way. The synchro itself may be as powerful as Gabe Carlson’s teapot story – or it may be something simple. The alchemy occurs because of what the synchronicity says to you, its impact on you. This was certainly the case for Jung during a visit in the 1950s with Henry Fierz, a chemistry professor with whom he had become friends over the years.
Friez had dropped by at five o’clock one afternoon to talk with Jung about a manuscript by a scientist who had recently died. Friez felt the manuscript should be published, but Jung, who had read the manuscript, thought otherwise. Their debate about the manuscript apparently became somewhat heated and at one point, Jung glanced at his watch, as if he were about to dismiss Friez. Then he seemed puzzled by the time and explained that his watch had just been returned after repairs, but it read five o’clock, the time that Friez had arrived. He asked Friez the time; it was 5:35. As Richard Tarnas recounted the incident in Psyche and Cosmos, Jung apparently said, “So you have the right time, and I have the wrong time. Let us discuss the thing again.”
In the ensuing discussion, Friez convinced Jung the manuscript should be published. “Here, the synchronistic event is of interest not because of its intrinsic coincidental force,” Tarnas wrote, “but because of the meaning Jung drew from it, essentially using it as a basis for challenging and redirecting his own conscious attitude.”
Many of us might not draw a correlation between the stopped watch and the discussion. But synchronicity, by definition, is the coming together or inner and outer events in a way that is meaningful to the individual and can’t be explained by cause and effect. This means that the outer world – and all of nature and our surroundings – can carry meaning just as the inner world does. Jung, accustomed to perceiving and thinking symbolically, recognized the synchronicity and changed his thinking accordingly.
Mike Perry’s synchros about white feathers as communication from deceased loved ones is the same type of synchronicity – meaning carried by the outer world. In the same vein, while Daz was digging a grave for his cat, Sylvester, who had been killed on a road near his home, Peter Gabriel’s song Digging in the Dirt came on the radio. In this instance, the song mirrored what he was doing at that very moment.
“Jung saw nature and one’s surrounding environment as a living matrix of potential synchronistic meaning that could illuminate the human sphere,” wrote Tarnas. “He attended to sudden or unusual movements or appearances of animals, flocks of birds, the wind, storms, the sudden louder lapping of the lake outside his the widow of his consulting room…as possible symbolic relevance for the parallel unfolding of interior psychological realities.”
For Jung, Tarnas noted, “all events, inner and outer, whether emanating from the human consciousness or from the larger matrix of the world, were recognized as sources of potential and spiritual significance.”
I thought about that last quote for a while. It seems that once you recognize coincidence as meaningful, once you’re in the flow of it, the inner self and the larger outer matrix whisper constantly to each other. All we need to do is listen.
