Objects in Chinese Sky

This object was photographed in China and there were supposedly multiple witnesses. I’m fascinated by these photos and videos of unknown objects. There are so many of them these days. Or perhaps there were always a lot of them and the current technology simply makes it easier to share them. Here’s the related story.

In July 2010, another object in China skies forced an airport to cease operations. That incident made the news in the U.S.

On August 18, 2011, another object in China’s sky prompted authorities to close Jiangbei International, a major airport in the country.

What’s interesting is that when you click onto the above links and scroll down to the comments, you’ll find a comment by someone called bjdcharlie. Ole Charlie, whoever he is, says these photos are “totally not amazing.” One is an insect, the other is a camera with a flash at close range. OK, Charlie. Please. That’s the best you can do? No mention of Photoshop? No sense of curiosity? No WTF moment? Maybe they’re just genuine anomalies. You know, U(nidentified) F(lying) O(bjects) – UFOs.

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Dolphins in the Tank

May 24, 2012

Since our daughter’s internship at Disney’s Epcot is finished June 7, we decided to take advantage of the free passes employees get, which entitles them to bring six family members or friends into the park. This perk of Megan’s job is quite nice, when you consider that in 2012 the prices for admittance to Disney are steep: $135 for kids, $155 for adults – per day.

We initially planned to see two kingdoms – Epcot and Wild Kingdom- and hoped to work the visit around our 4 PM meet and greet backstage with the dolphins Megan has been around for the last six months.  But two kingdoms in a single day is  rather like planning to do 14 European countries in a weekend! We never got any farther than Epcot, and this world of the sea turned out to be plenty in a single day.

As you enter the park, a tremendous white ball dominates the skyline: Spaceship Earth.  We did that ride years ago, and it would have been fun to do it again, but on the Friday before Memorial Day Weekend, there was a 90 minute wait outside, in the 90 degree heat. We opted for the air conditioned pavilion.

In the aquatic center, Megan took us to the dolphin and manatee area. Here’s where she spends anywhere from two to four hours a day, giving talks about manatees to whoever is congregated at the railing, hoping for a glimpse of one of the two manatees.  Lou and Zail  were injured by boats and brought to this facility to be rehabilitated. Lou is missing 90 percent of his dorsal fin and Zail is missing 60 percent.

They have their own area in the tanks, where every day they are each fed 100 heads of lettuce flown in from California. One of Megan’s jobs is preparing this lettuce for the two manatees, a job that turns her fingernails green. She showed us the huge industrial sized fridge where the lettuce is stored.  That’s some of the lettuce floating on the surface of one of the tanks. I took this photo before Megan said, “Mom, you aren’t allowed to take any photos backstage.” I promptly slipped my phone in my back pocket, and secretly wondered how I could manage to take a few more. That sunlight, by the way, is from a skylight.

We walked back into the kitchen area, where interns and employees are preparing other types of foods for the four dolphins and hundreds of fish, turtles, and other creatures that live in the 5.7 million gallon saltwater tank.  This tank is so large that the Spaceship Earth, in the photo at the top of the post, would fit inside of it.  But I didn’t really get a sense of just what that means until we were taken to the top of the tank, for our meet and greet with the dolphins.

Before that happened, though, Megan took us into the office area shared  by the trainers and interns. On one computer screen are live shots from security cameras that cover most of the backstage area of the aquarium, the area off limits to everyone except employees and their guests. We met Barb, who has been training dolphins since “before Megan was born,” and Leslie, who started in the field when she was just 17 (she’s now in her late 40s) and has been at Epcot for a decade. We had to leave our personal belongings in the office – which meant no cell camera! – and we had to remove all jewelry except watches.

Barb grabbed four buckets of fish and we followed her upstairs to the top of the enclosed tank. From this vantage point, the tank is utterly massive, but only 27 feet deep. It’s sectioned off, has small floating docks where the trainers and guests sit, and also has an area where the divers enter the tank several times a day to feed the various creatures.  The salt in the water is carefully controlled and the entire tank is cleaned daily by – yes, you guessed it! – the interns.  As Megan says, she has done about 50 scuba dives during her internship and is  now an expert in cleaning up manatee poop.

So Barb stepped down onto the floating dock first, and Rob, Megan and I sat down on either side of her. The buckets of fish were to her right. It struck me that our meet and greet with the dolphins at Dolphins Plus in Key Largo, where Megan did another internship while in college, was much less structured. That facility is open to air and sunlight and the environment is  more natural.

I started feeling sorry for these Epcot dolphins, I couldn’t help it.  Yes, they are well cared for, always have enough to eat, have buddies to chum around with. But they never see sunlight or breathe outside air; the  entire facility is air conditioned. At Dolphins’ Plus, you’re outside, at the edge of the Atlantic, the sun pouring down, and ocean water flows through the fences that keep the dolphins in the facility tanks. At Epcot, the salt and temperature of the water in the tank are carefully controlled, but it’s not ocean water.

The meet and greet with two of the dolphins was great. I love the way their skin feels, I love their wise eyes, their natural exuberance. They were beautifully trained in that they followed all of Barb’s hand signals. I could feel her genuine affection for these creatures and I understand that she and the other trainers and researchers are making important discoveries about dolphin cognition and language because of this facility. But it’s the equivalent of you or me being confined to a cave – a very pleasant cave where there’s plenty of food and a community of sorts and life is pretty good. Except. You and I never see sunlight, never feel the touch of outside air, never prepare our own food, never really own our lives.  And every day at certain times we must do tricks for our keepers.

“Do dolphins sleep?” I asked, hoping these two did so they could dream.

“We think so – half their brain sleeps, the other half remains awake,” Barb said. “One researcher remained underwater with a mother dolphin 24/7 during the month after she gave birth. That dolphin never slept.”

“Can dolphins commit suicide” Rob asked, “by holding their breath?”

“No,” Barb replied with a firm shake of her head. “No way.”

Some people say otherwise.

The dolphins sent us on our way with a noisy, wet good-bye. We went back downstairs and for the longest time, I stood in front of one of the many aquariums, depressed about the dolphins, but  spellbound by these guys:

And that’s the bottom line, really. Epcot is impeccable in its message about the conservation of aquatic life. Their  exhibits ignite excitement and curiosity in the minds of kids – the next Jacques Cousteau or Jules Verne. But. Okay, I understand why the manatees are there. They were badly injured and were rescued. But with the dolphins, there has to be something better, more humane. How can any cognitive studies on these dolphins relate to dolphins in the wild?

Yet, on a deeper level, do dolphins, do all creatures, create their realities just as we humans do?

Did these dolphins choose lives at Epcot?

 

 

 

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Stephanie’s Hummingbird

I came across this wonderful hummingbird synchro on Mike Clelland’s blog, and the author, Stephanie, allowed us to repost it. There’s something magical about hummingbirds, and Stephanie’s name reminded me of another Stephanie,  the macaw from Costa Rica whom we wrote about.

While I was writing up this post, , a friend emailed me that she was relishing the rain that was falling in her backyard in Virginia and watching the multitude of hummingbirds gathering around the feeders outside her office window.

A third reference to hummingbird would make it a very nice cluster synchro!

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from Stephanie:

Years ago I was living in a mother in law ‘type’ apartment (built with a connecting wall to a larger bungalow style house). The place has a lot of windows that look out onto a grove of lovely oak trees.

One sunny afternoon, I was laying on our couch downstairs in a room with big windows, I was near the door that leads out to the patio. It was gorgeous out and the door was open. I was reading one of Paul Devereux’s works, most likely “Shamanism and The Mystery Lines” in which he discusses the Nazca lines in Peru.

I wondered to myself about the hummingbird figure which someone made on the Nazca plane. It’s quite strikingly graphic, but I’ve never seen a hummingbird in anything like that particular position. It’s a beautiful work, but it struck me that the position of the bird is so unnatural and I remember feeling stumped at how the artist came up with that curious interpretation. (I’ve taken a number of college level art classes, including life drawing and art history, so I’m familiar with the process.)

Wondering got me nowhere fast, and I realized I was a little peckish. I stood up to go to the fridge and get some cheese when I heard a buzzing sound. Looking towards the sound, I saw that a little male Anna’s Hummer had got into the house and was trying to leave by flying through the window.

If you’ve ever seen a bug trying to get out a window, this little man was engaged in the same pursuit, staying against the glass at the edge of the window and slowly moving up and down, wings a blur. The angle formed by the edge of the window made it easy for me to slowly approach the little hummingbird and close my hands around his body, all the while saying: “Let me love you, let me love you.” I wanted to convey my intent, though I’m sure my heart was beating as fast as his!

I walked outside a few steps and opened my hands to let the hummingbird fly off. I looked down as I lifted my right hand, to see the hummingbird lying prone in the palm of my left hand. It was positioned with beak stretched out to the front and wings extended to each side. Exactly like this:

Within a second or two he realized he could fly away, and he did. Now I wonder under what circumstance the ancient artist held a live hummingbird in his or her hands.

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WOW

Our friend, Judi Hertling of British Colombia, sent us this link. It may be one of the most emotionally raw videos I’ve ever seen.

 

 

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Cosmos, Psyche, and our Brilliant Future

Our friend, Marcus Anthony, the Australian futurist and talented member of the mystical underground, spoke recently at the TEDx conference at Hong Kong University.

In  this 20-minute presentation, Marcus makes a few predictions about the way he thinks science will shift its views on the nature of mind and intelligence in coming years. He also talks about synchronicity, and about the mysterious Jessica, a talented psychic who put Marcus on his path. Jessica is somewhat like Carlos Castaneda’s Don Juan in that she was instrumental in Marcus’ mental and spiritual shift, and also that she has vanished without a trace.

Much of his material was derived from his book, Discover Your Soul Template, published this year by Inner Traditions.

 

 

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Mindfulness and Synchronicity

One of the questions that Dr. Bernard Beitman’s study on coincidences asks  is if we can create synchronicities.  It’s an intriguing question, and while I was mulling this over, I happened to check out the ibooks library for new books and ran across The Now Effect, by Elisha Goldstein.

This book fascinates me. The material is undoubtedly familiar to most people who experience synchronicity frequently and yet, Goldstein never mentions the word, never talks about synchronicity per se. Instead, he talks about mindfulness, about being totally present in the moment – echoes of Eckhard Tolle’s Power of Now and and the Abraham/Hicks material.

Goldstein talks about the importance of “dropping into the moment” through breath work, yoga, and just being present.  I’ve always had a problem with this concept. When I’m  doing yoga, my mind is off into some other zone that has nothing to do with my body and everything to do with whatever I happen to be writing at the time. I’m gnawing away at how I can improve what I’ve written, increase the tension, hone the characters. During meditation, I have a specific set of questions begging for answers. My bottom line seems to be: show me, guide me, and please don’t pull any shifty trickster tricks in the process.

But in reading The Now Effect, I have come to realize that mindfulness is more than the sum of its parts. It’s a state of being. It’s a matter of training your brain to bring itself fully into the moment. When I eat breakfast, for instance,  I am scrolling through messages on my BlackBerry, taking note of what I need to answer  before I head to the gym. I am living a few moments ahead of myself when it would behoove me to actually pay attention to the sweet succulence of my grapefruit, to the beauty of its color, its texture, to how each bite tastes as it slides down my throat.

So this morning, I paid attention  to my grapefruit. I spoke to it – Hey, how’s it going? As I dug out each little wedge, I thought of my friend Nancy Pickard who, after a visit, sent me a set of grapefruit spoons so that I wouldn’t have to struggle to extract those little delicious wedges. I tried to be present for my grapefruit. 

Yes, I know how silly that sounds.  I know how ridiculous it sounds when you’re telling yourself a  story that just isn’t true in this moment – my bills are paid, I am rich, healthy, in love,   my kids are doing great, I have EVERYHING I need.

But there’s a certain raw beauty in recognizing that disparity and not being limited by it as you reach out for more. In the end, we are limitless beings whose experiences reflect and encapsulate  who we are right now, in this instant. And perhaps synchros are the Aha! experiences that tells us how we’re doing in any given moment. Course correction needed. Pay attention. You’re on the right track. Keep doing what you’re doing…

I still don’t know if we can create synchros. But we can certainly invite more of them into our lives by remaining aware of what we think and do and feel moment to moment. Maybe dogs know and practice this far better than we humans.

Nika, having the time of her life, in the moment.

 

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Judy and Hank, continued

Spirit communication is probably one of the most mysterious types of synchronicity. Skeptics, of course, would undoubtedly contend that it never happens because, as everyone knows, there’s no such thing as life after death. But for those of us who believe otherwise, who believe that our loved ones who have passed on do attempt to communicate with us, there are certain motifs that recur.

For Mike Perry, our synchro friend in the U.K. that motif is often a white feather. For Darren, our synchro friend down under,   that motif has been a combination of animals and music – and, occasionally, movies and writers. For Math, who comments frequently here, the spirit communications take many different forms. We included some of their stories in Synchronicity and the Other Side.  One story in that book is called Judy and Hank.

Judy is a friend of mine (Trish)  from college. She’s a professional photographer in Manhattan and for 35 years, she and Hank were partners. He died in 2009 and we’ve posted about her experiences with Hank communications several times on the blog –   here  and here.

Judy is one of these people who sends me holiday e-cards throughout the year. On July 4, she sent one celebrating Independence Day. In thanking her, I asked if Hank had been around. Her response, I think, suggests that Hank is rarely too far from Judy, that the communicition is ongoing, and that he makes his presence known through whatever tools are available to him.

From Judy:

You are so kind to ask me if I’ve heard from Hank.  This one is probably a stretch but maybe…

July 4 was his absolute favorite holiday.  He would go to West Virginia and get some huge fireworks to explode on the 4th. It was  always a good show…either at his best friends’ place in Connecticut or at his family estate in Middeltown.  His dad collected antique guns, never shot any of them except for a very small (tabletop size) cannon on July 4.  The thing would scare the pee out of anyone despite its size.

Anyway, yesterday I went to see my nephews’ new summer cottage on the water near Mystic, Connecticut.  It’s a very quiet little cove, lots of families. There was not a bit of noise all day except for the sound of a few kids playing. Incredibly peaceful.

We were sitting on the deck and I was telling the story of Hank’s teeny canon and the blast it made. No sooner did I get the words out than we heard a huge blast from the cottage next door !  I thought they’d  set off an M80. The ground hasn’t rocked like that since I heard that teeny cannon many years ago.

Pretty neat. Even if it wasn’t Hank, I suspect he had something to do with it!

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In Western societies, we have been so inculcated to discount these kinds of experiences as valid and meaningful that we often ignore or dismiss what we intuitively know is significant.  We are taught to dismiss these intuitive resonances, to deny the validity of our own experiences and beliefs. But when something occurs that enables or forces us to overcome the consensus reality, to risk ridicule from the finger shaking majority who calls us delusional or schizoid or “highly imaginative,” then our entire landscape changes. We are suddenly alive and aware within a network of intimate connections that may resemble the branches of that ceiba tree in the photo, connections that that don’t recognize time or space or death as divisions.

So, Judy, I don’t think the cannon incident is a stretch at all. Hank was saying hi.

 

 

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Straight from the Mainstream

 

 

(We added those glasses!)

A few months ago, we e-mailed a query letter to the editor of Psychology Today suggesting an article about synchronicity.  We would explore some of the leading edge research on the subject, including the studies of Bernard Beitman, MD, who has suggested a new interdisciplinary field called Coincidence Studies. A couple of hours later, we noticed that we’d received a visit  from Psychology Today. (The visitor’s ISP was linked to a media company which owns the magazine.)  After that, nothing.  No response, favorable or otherwise.  Not even a form letter rejection.

So it was interesting when, barely into July, we happened to spy the August issue of Psychology Today on the newsstand with the cover story SIXTH SENSE: Premonitions, Deja Vu, Coincidences, Near-Death Experiences. As we perused the article, the author quickly assured us that all of these ‘anomalous experiences’ were simply tricks of the mind.

“We often explain such experiences using concepts related to spirits, luck, witchcraft, psychic powers, life energy, or more terrestrial (and extra terrestrial) entities. Such explanations are often more appealing, or at least more intuitive, than blaming an odd experience on a trick of the mind.”

We were also told that these experiences “may be associated with stressful circumstances, personal pathologies, or cognitive deficits.” In other words, if you experience something psychic, you might be stressed, mentally ill or just dumb!

Author Matthew Hutson, a former editor of Psychology Today, makes it clear in the first  few paragraphs that this mainstream science journal was not going to dabble in any unorthodox explanations of such ‘outlier phenomena’ as synchronicity. In fact, the article avoids the term.  What we call synchros, Hutson  refers to as apophenia – the ability to recognize patterns.  Even though he says this ability is helpful for our survival, he warns that sometimes it gets away from us.

He uses the example of Mark David Chapman who, before killing John Lennon, noted 50 connections between Holden Caulfield’s time in New York City in The Catcher in the Rye and his own life.  Hutson suggests that overactive dopamine transmissions help us find meaningful coincidences in things. It’s also called schizophrenia.

Thankfully, he concedes that these experiences also might be ‘healthy inventions’ of the brain, which is often busy searching for patterns. What sends some people into mental illness can lead others to be creative and insightful.

But he quickly returns to mental dysfunction when he notes there is a significant correlation between belief in the paranormal and in conspiracies.  “A key trait that predicts a belief in conspiracy theories is paranoia.”

The article continues with a lot of  generalizing about ‘magical thinking’ and the usual attempts by mainstream science to explain away telepathy, precognition, and remote viewing, as well as near-death experiences, and spirit contact. It’s nothing new, just more of the same rigid thinking on these subjects that mainstream science has generated decade after decade while ignoring hundreds of studies to the contrary by so-called ‘fringe’ scientists. If there’s any crack in the dam here, it’s a grudging recognition that noticing patterns, i.e. synchros, might be a healthy pre-occupation.

Hutson, though, seems most comfortable writing about pathologies related to paranormal beliefs and struggles a bit in presenting the concept that exploring psychic experiences has a healthy psychological benefit for many people.

“People high in sensation-seeking–those who search for novelty and exciting stimuli–also report more paranormal beliefs and experiences. Perhaps they’re drawn to the idea of a world inhabited by mysterious forces. So, being a pattern-finding sensation-seeker means you’re more likely to experience odd coincidences in the first place, and then more likely to entertain unconventional explanations for them. A one-two punch.”

When he refers to coincidence, Hutson turns a bit cynical.  “Research shows that we find coincidences involving ourselves much more surprising than identical coincidences involving others, because we feel we’re somehow special. (Yes, I know, you really are special.)”

Bottom line: when it comes to dealing with anomalous experiences, Hutson assures us it’s all in our heads, tricks of the brain. Think you’ve seen a ghost? Think again. “Once you have it in your head that you might see or hear something, your brain is often happy to oblige by presenting a hallucination, especially when you’re tired or scared.” That may be true, but is that always the case, 100% of the time? Hutson implies over and over that it is, which places him squarely in the rear guard of psychic exploration. It’s hard to investigate a subject fairly if you don’t believe it exists.

While pursuing these experiences might be healthy in small doses, Hutson concludes that two thirds of the population is either misguided or mentally challenged when it comes to understanding the source of such phenomena, and some of us are downright crazy.

We probably would’ve reviewed this article even if we hadn’t queried the journal on the same subject with a different approach.  But that gave us an added incentive. We saw a pattern, a connection, one that even extended to Hutson’s own work. He  published a book this year about coincidence and the paranormal, and called it:  The 7 Laws of Magical Thinking. Hmm,  sounds like the mainstream science response to The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity.

Or maybe we’re just seeing things.

 

 

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Denver Airport

There’s something deeply joyful about these flash mob dances. This one takes place in the Denver, Colorado airport.

Happy July 4!

 

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Birthday Cake Trickster

a normal birthday cake

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Okay, so the story goes something like this.  An elderly gentleman is about to celebrate his 85th birthday.  His four daughters plan the party at a local restaurant and one of the husbands is supposed to order the cake from the local grocery store. The cake is supposed to read: Happy 85th birthday, Dad.

But when the guy arrives at the store, the little Asian woman who decorated the cake informs him that all those words won’t fit across the top.

“Well, can you write it on the plate or something?” he asks.

The Asian woman says that should work and tells him to return in 30 minutes.  He does some shopping,  but is becoming increasingly anxious about time. He’s due at the restaurant shortly, where the festivities are being held. So when he picks up the cake, now boxed, he doesn’t check it.

He sets the cake in the passenger seat and speeds toward the restaurant. His wife and the other three sisters were worried that he was going to be late. They set the cake on the table and  the man’s wife removes it from the box and sets it on the table.  Uh-oh. The greeting is messed up.

“What should we do?” one of the sisters asks anxiously.

“Nothing,” says another sister. “It’s too late to change it.”

And just then, the birthday guy appears, sees the cake and its inscription, and explodes with laughter. Here’s what the cake said:

Sounds like the work of the trickster, doesn’t it?

You hear the oddest stories at the dog park.

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