What’s with the Phoenix?

Posted on November 26, 2010 by Trish and Rob

HEY, TELL US WHY YOU’RE LOOKING FOR A PHOENIX IMAGE. YOU’RE ONE OF HUNDREDS EACH DAY!  HIT COMMENT BELOW, THANKS.

If you Google the word Phoenix,  931 million links come up, everything from Phoenix, Arizona to NASA’s Phoenix Mars Lander to the phoenix bird. So it makes sense that on any given day, people may be searching for this word. If you have anything related to phoenix on your blog or website and allow Google to index your site, then chances are some people find their way to your blog through that word.

We use sitemeter here, a counter that provides various types of information about how people find our blog. On November 2, 2010, we posted this story  about the 2010 election results and used the above image of a phoenix. The image addressed the Republican party’s rebirth/victory in the Congress. Rising from the ashes and all that!
Within a few days, we noticed that our hits were soaring and that at least a third of the hits were coming with the search terms: phoenix or phoenix picture. Trish wrote to Mike Perry, who knows a lot about blogging and synchronicity, and asked if he had any ideas about why this particular word might be generating so many hits. He suggested they could be coming from Google images. Sure enough, when we checked the referring URL in sitemeter, nearly every phoenix hit was coming from Google images – not from a blog or website that had mentioned our blog.  In other words, people were entering the word phoenix in Google images, which Google claims is the most comprehensive image search tool on the Web.  
So now the question becomes: why are so many people searching for phoenix? These queries are coming from all over the world – from Brazil to Thailand, Canada to Malta, Istanbul to the Phillipines, Europe to the U.S. It’s the sort of pattern that may provide a glimpse into the collective unconscious.
The phoenix appears in the mythologies of the Egyptians, Greeks, Persians, Romans, Chinese and Phoenicians. According to the Britannica online, among the Egyptians, it was associated with the worship of the sun. Only one of these magnificent birds existed at any time. It was exceptionally long lived and as its final days approached, it was said to create a nest of various herbs and spices, then it set the nest on fire and immolated itself. A new phoenix was born from its ashes.
In China, the phoenix is considered to be one of the most important legendary creatures, second only to the dragon, and is considered to be the leader of birds. In Japan, the phoenix is called fushicho, which means immortal bird. Then, of course, there’s Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, dedicated to defeating Voldemort  – the darkest wizard in history – and protecting his targets.
Symbolically, the phoenix is associated with rebirth, immortality, renewal. So what could this word possibly be telling us? Since we believe in synchronicity, it’s ridiculous to write it off as random coincidence.
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Weird Stuff in the Sky

Posted on November 25, 2010 by Trish and Rob

To our American friends, Happy Thanksgiving!
For everyone, here’s a video to ponder. 

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Rescues at Sea

Posted on November 24, 2010 by Trish and Rob

We’ve all heard the stories about how dolphins and porpoises rescue humans who are in trouble. In late 1999, a young Cuban boy, Elian Gonzalez, and his mother escaped Cuba with 12 others, all of them crammed into a small aluminum boat. The boat capsized during the 90-mile crossing to the U.S. and Elian’s mother and eleven others drowned. Elian, who was in an inner tube, was reportedly rescued by a pod of dolphins. This story spread quickly through Miami’s Cuban community. He was revered, destined for great things. During the ensuing custody battle, a kind of cult grew up around the boy.  He was subsequently returned to Cuba to live with his father and is now a kind of mouthpiece for the Cuban government.

Elian is in good company, at least in the dolphin rescue sense. Apparently actor Dick van Dyke (Mary Poppins, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang) once fell asleep on his surfboard and awakened surrounded by fins. He thought the fins were sharks and was certain he was about to die. “They turned out to be porpoises,” he said in an article in The Guardian. “And they pushed me all the way to shore.”

Whenever I read stories like this, I wonder why these creatures rescue humans. The only answer that makes sense is altruism.

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Dreams and Shamans in the Florida Everglades

Posted on November 23, 2010 by Trish and Rob

A writer friend visited us earlier this month and one day I told her about D Page at mythic musings. Later that same day, I received an email from D Page detailing a dream she’d had. This dream led into a synchronicity that involved our guest. Here’s the dream.
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This past week I had 4 dreams relating to shamans. Though I have had an occasional  dream regarding shamans during my life, I’ve never had four in a row.  Nor have I ever been to the Florida Everglades. This is the first dream of the sequence:

Two shamans, an older man  and woman, came to take me on a journey.Suddenly,we are on a  swiftly moving boat. The boat has no sides. It is night, and the water is very dark. I can not see anything beyond the boat and the water moving past it.  Somehow I know I am in the Florida Everglades. 

We arrive at an isolated location. We are in an older, large home made from wood. The room we are in is decorated with bamboo, and red and gold fabrics. The other rooms in the house have begun to collapse. Somehow I know this has to do with worldly conditions. There is a woman named Nancy living there. She has acquired a lot of knowledge through education. She has a large folder representing the curriculum she has studied. In a flash, I see that this type of knowledge will now longer apply to circumstances that we are about to encounter. There is another older woman there, who is also a shaman. Nancy asks her when she has to leave to do shamanic work somewhere elsewhere. The woman replies, “Now.”

Nancy then asks,”Who will be shamanizing here [in the Everglades]?  I am very shocked when my left arm rises up on its own accord. I then know I am going to be shamanizing” [taking over for the woman who is leaving]. I woke up at this point.
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When I told our guest about this dream, she was impressed by the depth and detail and that it seemed to address something extremely important. I told Debra what our guest had said and who our guest is – Nancy Pickard. Debra immediately wrote back: “Synchronicity! The woman in the dream was named Nancy! In the dream, she needed to expand her perceptions to integrate unknown variables. To go beyond the limits of education. Just to be open to the unknown without preconceived ideas.”

When I related this to Nancy Pickard, she was astonished. Only the day before, she and I had driven through  the Everglades on our way back from Sarasota. That night, she’d been re-reading Seth Speaks by Jane Roberts and had encountered a passage that was nearly verbatim what Debra said in the email.”Tell her I’d be glad to work with her as a shaman!”

This is the sort of weird synchro that seems to be addressing something important. We’ll have to see how it all unfolds.

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Doolittle

Posted on November 22, 2010 by Trish and Rob
With this new book, we’ve divided the chapters according to our interests and expertise, and then trade chapters and edit and add to each other’s stuff. We haven’t reached the trade chapters segment of this process yet. Right now, I, Trish, am working on the Animals Attuned chapter, which is about how animals often act as vehicles for spirit contact. In some ways, writing this chapter is an excavation, where I uncover experiences that happened long ago, but which remain so vivid in my memory it’s as if they happened yesterday. And this memory is about a one-eyed Himalayan cat I adopted from the animal control center in Tallahassee, Florida, when I was in graduate school.
I named him Demian, after the Herman Hesse book. He moved all over Florida with me. He endured my prepublication rants, rejoiced the day my first short story was purchased, celebrated with Rob and me when my first novel was bought in 1983. He was my feline buddy, he always had my back. Even on our road trips, he perched on the top of my seat in the car, his body spread out so that at least one of his paws rested against my shoulder.
When Rob and I got married, he and Demian were the only males in our household. Demian would sit in Rob’s lap as he wrote, would sleep on Rob’s side of the bed at night, would settle in his lap whenever he could. Rob nicknamed his Doolittle. He loved having another male in the house.
Around the time Doolittle hit fourteen, he developed kidney problems. The vet said we could opt for dialysis until a kidney became available, and that the transplant would have to take place in Atlanta, at a facility that did them. We brought Doolittle home, babied him for a few days, discussed our options. In the end, we didn’t want to subject him to all these medical procures and returned to the vet’s for the final injection.
Anyone who has owned a pet they have had to put down knows what this is like. There’s a moment when your beloved pet looks at you, stretches a paw to touch your arm, licks the back of your hand, locks eyes with you, and you know that he knows. You feel his consciousness touching yours and you’re choked up and want to scream, Stop the IV, stop this, stop this. But you don’t say a word. The animal makes some small, final sound. Sometimes you see the soul as it leaves the body, a pale wisp like smoke. Sometimes you just feel the soul’s departure. That’s how it was with Doolittle.
We buried him on the condo property somewhere, in a little shoebox. And here’s where it gets strange and wonderful. About four months after his death, I dreamed that I went downstairs into the kitchen to find something to eat, and Doolittle was at his bowl, chowing down. “Doolittle,” I exclaimed in the dream. “What’re you doing here? You’re dead.”
He raised his head and regarded me with that single clear blue eye. “Not really. And I’m coming back. You’ll know me.”

He was telling me that he was moving on, returning, preparing himself for whatever would come next in his scheme of things.
The next day, I scoured the newspaper for a kitten for sale. I took the dream Demian at his word, figured the rebirth had happened immediately, and came home with a beautiful tabby female kitten who was with us for a decade. But she was not Demian.  He had lost his left eye before I adopted him, a cat fight, one vet said, where a claw had penetrated the retina and rendered him blind in that eye, which was there but covered with scar tissue that turned his eye a milky white.
Skip ahead several years. Megan is seven or eight. A friend has a Golden Retriever that needs a home. We adopt Jessie. I take her to the vet for her shots. The vet says, Your dog has scar tissue of some sort in her left eye. It doesn’t affect her vision, it’s just there and you should be aware of it. Physical evidence that goes from life to life is well documented in humans. There’s nothing about it in relation to animals. But I knew. I felt it. Jessie was Doolittle. We had her for eleven great years. In all, this animal soul was with us for 25 years. Every time I feed a stray cat or dog or bird, I ask, first, Hey, Doo, is it you?
I’m still waiting for a definitive answer. A bark, a meow, a tweet, a voice.
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Another FATEd Synchro

Posted on November 21, 2010 by Trish and Rob

You might recall that the last time we wrote about the fate of FATE Magazine it concerned a synchronicity experienced by Saucer Smear editor Jim Moseley. (We don’t make this stuff up!) In that instance, Jim was writing the obituary of the long-running magazine on the larger mysteries of life and had just finished it when the phone rang and it was the editor of Fate Magazine telling him that the magazine was alive and coming back. Jim had called Phyllis Galde two or three days earlier and when she didn’t call back, he figured it was all over. As soon as he got off the phone, he returned to work on his new issue of SMEAR and added a FLASH! right where he’d left off. Well timed.

So here’s the new twist. Again working on a new the issue of SMEAR, Jim decided to give FATE Magazine a free ad after receiving a copy of  the revived FATE in the mail. He didn’t tell the editor or anyone else about it, and he’d never done such a thing before for FATE or any magazine. So a day or two after making up the ad, he received another call from Phyllis Galde, who proceeded to let Jim know that she was willing to advertise SMEAR on the FATE website free of charge.

In other words, it was a free exchange, only the two parties didn’t connect until after the exchange had been set up, more or less. In essence, it was a precognitive synchronicity or, to borrow from UFO terminology, a close encounter of the synchro kind.

Jim was so impressed he sent us a post card (as always labeled CONFIDENTIAL!) and exclaimed: “You have me hooked on this synchronicity sh*t!”

Way to go, Jim.

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Owl Medicine

Posted on November 20, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Jane Clifford offered us this owl synchro. It’s short and to the point. We’ve also added another short one from the field of play, so to speak.

“Yesterday I bought a beautifully carved wooden owl that makes a perfect owl call when you blow into it. As you know, I use Owl in healing often to reveal hidden truths. Today, in my living room I tried it out three times. I then put it aside & began to lay a fire. Pulling out a very old newspaper (not mine I don’t buy them), I discovered three magnificent photos of an OWL!

“So I said,  “Oh you heard me then!” Short of one flying into my living room in broad daylight, I think this counts as a direct response!”
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I’ll say. Three toots on the owl and three owl photos appear. The universe alwasy responds. You want an owl? How about this? Its the cosmic filing system. The universe finds the closest thing available that resembles what you want.
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Onward.

We don’t do many sports synchros–(much to the chagrin of Simple Simon.) But here’s one related to football. The Dallas Cowboys were off to a horrific season, starting out with a 1-6 record…and they were supposed to be one of the good teams in the NFL this year. Finally, after the sixth loss, they fired the coach and started making changes in personnel.

So along come the next game with the New York Giants in the Meadowlands – the Giants home field. It’s the third quarter and the Cowboys are actually ahead when suddenly a large bank of stadium lights go dark. The field is dimly lit, but the teams keep playing. Dallas has the ball in the darkest part of the field when the announcer says that matter-of-factly ‘The Cowboys are running the ball toward the light’ — as if the whole team was having a ‘near-death experience.’

A short time later, the lights came back on, and Dallas went on to win. So they returned from the brink.

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Global Synchros and Law of Attraction

Posted on November 19, 2010 by Trish and Rob

from deviantart

Despite how ugly and twisted politics is these days, it certainly produces some intriguing global synchronicities. Take the case of Maryland physician and anesthesiologist Andy Harris. He just won a Republican seat in Congress, after campaigning on a platform strongly opposing “Obama care.” One of his battle cries was that he would “repeal health-care reform.”

So, during his orientation as a GOP freshman. he learned that his government health care wouldn’t kick in until February 2011, 30 days after the new Congress begins. What does Harris do? He has a temper tantrum, demanding to know why his government health insurance takes that long to kick in.. And then he wants to wanted to know if he could buy insurance from the government to cover the gap.

So the man who announced during his campaign that a public health care option was “a gateway to socialized medicine,” is now discovering what millions of people live with daily – no health care. The universe, it seems, has a way of showing us where our beliefs are flawed. But I doubt if Harris will draw the connection between his campaign platform and his 30 day wait for health insurance.

BTY, Harris’ interest in buying insurance from the government to cover the gap, well, that’s called the public option. Or, as conservative opponents called it, the ‘dreaded’ public option with government rather than insurance companies providing health care. Very interesting what happens when it gets close and personal.

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A pair of tragic synchros

Posted on November 18, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Here are a pair of stories that involve tragic circumstances…and synchronicity. The first one is from Ann, who found our blog recently while searching the term synchronicity. She sent us a story about a tragic synchronicity in her family, and is asking for comments to help her and her family understand the deeper meaning of multiple deaths that occur in a short period of time.
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“A couple of years ago my father in law died suddenly from cancer. It went only two weeks from the time we got to know that he actually was sick until he was gone. It was a great shock and a tragedy. The next day while we were planning the funeral with the funeral agency, my brother in law got a telephone from his wife. Her father had been missing since the day before, and she phoned to tell that he now had been found dead from an accident, by slipping on a stone in the forest. I will never forget the face of my brother in law when he got the news, and we all got the feeling of the world falling apart around us.

“I think my family has recovered relatively well from these events, but just as good synchronicities make you feel that the world is beautiful and harmonious, and multiply the good feelings, the bad ones have the opposite effect. I feel that the experience has left my brother and sister in law with the impression of a sort of ominous cloud hanging over their lives that threatens to multiply every bad event.

“The synchronicities of the world can be really cruel. And the question why is inevitable for everyone, and perhaps even more for people with a strong spiritual connection to the universe. Is it possible to transform such a horrible experience to something good, and start trusting the universe again? I would like to ask if any of you have any thoughts on the matter.”
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Some people would shrug and call it coincidence. But if it happened in your family, you would probably stop and wonder what was going on – as Ann did.

I blindly selected Nov. 18 for this post, then checked the dashboard and discovered another post already scheduled. Ironically, they are similar and equally disturbing. That’s how both came together.

Here’s the second one. It comes from Natalie, who left it as a comment under Synchronicity and Symbols. It’s one of those weird dark trickster tales that makes you wonder.
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 Yesterday, two midwives were mowed down a couple of blocks from my house, by another woman carrying hygiene products in a van. The bringers of life, were killed by a woman who managed the the other end of the fertilization cycle. It was gruesome and otherworldly, and a completely ‘freak’ accident that no-one can explain. I felt it two minutes before it happened, not long enough to prevent a terrible tragedy. It is not sitting well with me…the irony of the trickster is leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

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The Taiwanese Do TSA

Posted on November 17, 2010 by Trish and Rob

This simulation is hysterical – and somehow sad for what it says about the pathetic lengths this country has gone to in order to keep us “safe.”

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