Rape, Incest, the Repubs, and 2 Synchros

Posted on August 23, 2012 by Trish and Rob

the face of the Republican Party – and here’s why:

Rape.

Say it out loud. It’s a hard, definitive word, isn’t it? One syllable, a word you spit out because to hold it too long inside feels like a travesty, a violation, something so repulsive that you don’t want to be contaminated.

The legal  definition of rape  may differ from your personal definition, but in most places it’s defined as forcible sexual relations  with a person against that person’s will. However, before the 1970s, many courts in the U.S. viewed the element of force from the standpoint of the victim. A man would not be convicted of rape of a competent woman unless she had demonstrated some physical resistance. In the absence of physical resistance, courts usually held that the sexual act was consensual.

The italicized part of this paragraph illustrates how, before 1970, the victim – usually a woman – was viewed as guilty right from the start. Before 1970, any woman who brought rape charges against a man was sometimes advised by the police to not press charges because if it went to trial, her sexual history would be ripped open to public view.

Here we are in 2012, nearly 40 years after Roe v Wade made abortion legal, and we’re still having this conversation?  Todd Akin,  a six-term Republican Congressman from Missouri, now a candidate for the senate, actually said: “ If it’s a legitimate rape  the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down. But let’s assume that maybe that didn’t work or something: I think there should be some punishment, but the punishment ought to be of the rapist, and not attacking the child.”

Huh?  A legitimate rape versus – what, exactly? An alleged rape? A pretend rape? An illegitimate rape? And the female body has ways to shut the whole thing down?  Never mind that his biological facts are wrong. From the NY Times: “There are no words for this — it is just nuts,” said Dr. Michael Greene, a professor of obstetrics, gynecology and reproductive biology at Harvard Medical School.

There are now calls for Akin to step down, to give up this race, to get out while the getting is good. That’s a distraction. The bottom line is that Akin and Paul Ryan, Romney’s VP running mate, co-sponsored a bill that would confer personhood on a fertilized egg, which means that even an egg fertilized during a rape is a person and to abort that egg is tantamount to murder. A woman who conceives a child during rape or incest  must carry that child to term.

Wow. It’s not enough that a rape victim is traumatized beyond belief. In the Republican scheme of things, if you’re impregnated as a result of this incomprehensible violation, you must carry that child to term and spend the rest of your life being reminded of  that violation every time your child nurses, every time you look into that child’s eyes.

Paul Ryan and Todd Akin are cut from the same cloth. They’re no different than Saudi men who can do anything to their wives because their women are chattel, owned and operated by husbands, brothers, fathers, men. When Romney chose Ryan as his running mate, it was a clear message that he doesn’t know that women now have the right to vote. And yes, Repubs, good luck winning an election without the female vote.

Today, August 21, in Tampa, Florida, the Republicans made this travesty part of their party’s official platform – no abortion, not even in the event of rape or incest.

Please, tell me why ANY  woman – why ANY man – would vote for candidates who hold such extreme and spiritually corrupt views about life.

Is there a synchro in all this? There are actually two. Both are dark tricksters:

Todd Akin is a member of the House Committee on Science, Space and Technology. Science, got that? You would think he would know that the female body doesn’t distinguish between friendly and hostile sperm.

And:  the current track for Tropical Storm Isaac, which is predicted to become a Cat 1 hurricane  by the time it hits Florida on Monday, is headed very close to Tampa. That’s the  location of the 2012 Republican convention – beginning on Monday –  where Romney will be officially nominated as his party’s presidential candidate.

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The Fearless Journey

Posted on August 22, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Lauren Raines pointed out an old post of ours that helped her define the nature of synchronicity. So, with a little editing, we’re reposting it.

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Synchronicity is a kind of twilight zone of magic. It ís the border where our inner and outer worlds meet, the language of the unconscious. It’s certainly not something to be feared. In fact, the more frequently you experience it, the less fragmented you are as a human being–and that’s from Jung.

For centuries, man has recognized signs and symbols as meaningful. In the fourth century B.C., Greek philosopher Heraclitus saw all things as inter-related or following ëcosmic reason.í He believed that events were not isolated happenings, but had repercussions across the entire fabric of existence, that all things were linked by a web of organization created by Logos.

Hippocrates, born twenty years after Heraclitus died, expressed similar thoughts. ìThere is one common flow, a common breathing. Everything is in sympathy. The whole organism and each one of its parts are working together for the same purpose. The great principle extends to the most extreme part, and from the extremest part returns again to the great principle.î

The Roman scholar Agrippa referred to a Fifth Essence, something beyond earth, air, fire and water that held existence together. He also called it the World Soul, which penetrates all things and is a thing in itself. Agrippaís contemporary, Plotinus, wrote, ìChance has no place in life, but only harmony and order reign therein.î

In the Middle Ages, this idea was known as the unus mundus, one world, and referred to a collective knowledge that exists independently of us, yet is available to us. In this cosmology, the source of meaningful coincidence is separate from our conscious awareness and egos, but itís where our psyche and the external world touch.

For physicist and writer  F. David Peat ís, synchronicity is a bridge between mind and matter:  “Synchronicities open the floodgates of the deeper levels of consciousness and matter which, for a creative instant, sweep over the mind and heal the division between the internal and the external.”

Physicist David Bohm  referred to this inner world, this primal soup that births everything in the universe  ñ space, time, consciousness – as the implicate order.  “Every action starts from an intention in the implicate order,” he wrote. “The imagination is already the creation of the form.” In other words, imagination and reality are ultimately indistinguishable. Bohm called our external reality the explicate order because it unfolds from this deeper order of existence. In Bohmís view of the universe, everything is part of a continuum.

Robert Lanza, an M.D. and professor at Wake Forrest University School of Medicine, goes even farther than Bohm  in his book Biocentrism. Lanza makes a convincing argument that consciousness is everything. Remember the koan? If a tree falls in a forest and nobody is there to hear it, does it make a sound? According to Lanza, it doesn’t. In his cosmology, neither the tree nor the forest exist if a consciousness isnít perceiving it.

This isn’t New Age happy talk about the unity of man and the universe. It’s science that begins at the quantum level.  So where do UFOs, aliens and abductions belong in these cosmologies? Well, in Lanza’s worldview, if you open that door in your consciousness, then these entities and experiences exist for you.

In the Jungian worldview, these experiences symbolize archetypes that have become active in your psyche. In Bohm’s worldview, these things may be a holographic phenomenon. Astrophysicist Jacques Vallee, one of the world’s most respected UFO researchers and model for the character La Combe in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, seems to agree. He said the behavior of UFOs is the behavior of an image, or a holographic projection.

Yet, as Michael Talbot addresses in his brilliant book, The Holographic Universe, UFOs and aliens can’t be just psychic projections of the unconscious, not with all the physical evidence left behind  ñ like the scars and incision marks of abductees. “Given that quantum physics has shown us that mind and matter are inextricably linked, I suggest that UFOs and related phenomena are further evidence of this ultimate lack of division between the psychological and physical worlds. They are indeed a product of the collect human psyche, but they are also quite real.” He theorized that the phenomenon wasn’t subjective or objective, but ‘omnijective,’ something humans haven’t yet learned to comprehend properly.

Physician and near-death researcher Kenneth Ring recognizes parallels between NDEs, abduction experiences, and the mythic realities through which shamans journey. Again, this is not a New Age belief system. It’s science, the study of consciousness and the nature of reality.  Whitley Strieber, author of a number of bestselling books about the abduction phenomenon and one of the most articulate voices among abductees, said that these encounters “may be our first true quantum discovery in the large-scale world: The very act of  observing it may be creating it as a concrete actuality, with sense, definition, and a consciousness of its own.”

All that said, some people are trapped in a fear of the unknown, who say that synchronicities cannot be trusted. That such experiences are manipulated by malignant forces that are controlling you and everything else in the universe, or that the aliens or the shadow people or some other hidden, terrifying forces are running the show. Fear and divisiveness have always been the favored weapons of petty tyrants. Hitler knew that. Mussolini knew it. Dick Cheney knows it.  Don’t fall for it. We write our scripts from the inside out, from the fabrics of our consciousness, from the fundamental tenets of our belief systems, whatever they are.

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Ecuador, Fiction, and Synchronicity

Posted on August 21, 2012 by Trish and Rob

market, Otavalo, Ecuador

Ecuador. It’s a small country when compared to some of its South American neighbors – like Brazil. But Ecuador, I think, surpasses many South American countries for its cultural richness, the sheer boldness of colors you see everywhere, and for its ancient heritage.

In fact, this is the topic of a report I found today that Megan had written when she was oh, maybe in 6th grade. There were photos of our trip there – her first, my second, Rob’s third.

volcano in Ecuador

I ran across this report because I was searching through all my files for old book contracts and royalty sheets. I’m not an organized person – royalty sheets were mixed up with family stuff, Megan memorabilia, even mail from readers and notes and letters my parents had written me over the years. No order whatsoever. But the discovery of Megan’s report with the photos  of that trip to Ecuador, were a definite synchro for me.

I have been writing Apparition, the third book in my series of novels that takes place in or revolves around Esperanza, Ecuador. Running across Megan’s report with these photos was an adrenaline kick for my muse. Get moving, go forward, finish this sucker.

Megan, at the Otavalo market – the only little blonde in sight

The word Esperanza means hope.  Thousands of years ago, Esperanza was a nonphysical location,  a place for souls in transition – people in comas,  at the edge of death. Here, a person could decide whether to return to physical life or to pass on into the afterlife. Everything in this nonphysical location was similar to physical life – buildings, towns, cars, cities, countryside, businesses – but desires manifested almost instantaneously and communication was primarily telepathic.

The guardians of this non physical place were cazadores de luz – light chasers – evolved souls whose job was to make sure that transitionals got to where they were supposed to go. Their job was complicated by brujos – hungry ghosts whose only desire was to be physical again.  Over the centuries, the brujos learned how to seize the physical bodies of these transitionals and often lived out their mortal lives. The situation eventually became so dire, so impossible to control, that 500 years ago the light chasers closed Esperanza to transitionals and brought it into the physical world, replete with a history, a mythology. Their hope was that the brujos, robbed of an endless source of physical bodies to seize, would move on. And for a time, they did, scattering across the world.

But about 20 years ago, some of the brujos began returning to Esperanza. Because the town retains some of the magical properties from when it was a nonphysical location, it’s the only place where brujos can manipulate energy to create a virtual  environment and virtual human forms for themselves. They built their virtual world in twin peaks that rise from a desolate landscape outside the city. Their virtual physical forms are real and solid enough to fool most of the residents of Esperanza most of the time and provide the  brujos with a limited sensory experience. But it’s not enough. Ten years ago, they began to seize people in Esperanza – primarily for sex, but also for the experience of physical life. In essence, they are nonphysical terrorists against whom the residents of Esperanza defend themselves.

In Esperanza, nothing is what it appears to be – not the people, the landscape, the wildlife, not even the fog.

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In Ghost Key, available today, Dominica heads to the U.S., to an island off of Florida’s west coast  to form a new tribe of brujos. Her human host is Maddie, the 19-year-old niece of the woman who helped defeat Dominica’s tribe,  and she’s a handful.

Yes, it’s true that the setting for the book is not particularly original: isolated island, quarantine situation. That’s a favorite for many novelists, and with good reason. Your characters are confined. TV does this scenario very well. But you won’t find ghosts like these brujos in other  fiction.  (Excerpt here).  And that brings me to Apparition. My editor told me that for this last book in the series (in my contract) I had to disappear the city.

Really? And just how the hell am I supposed to do that without looking like a complete idiot? Without killing more than 30,000 people? Without someone, uh, noticing? In this era of smart phones and  You Tube, Twitter and Facebook, there is always a witness to everything.

My editor and I went back and forth about something replacing Esperanza, the physical city, with something else.  She eventually agreed to my vision and I started writing.

As I was rewriting tonight, I ran across Megan’s report and the photos she used to illustrate it. At some level, I needed to see these photos, to draw their energy around me, and the pictures helped me to put myself back there. Yes, I can disappear a city.  But what will replace it? Beats me. In fact, Rob, my first reader always, suggested an ending that is enticing. I may not be turning this book in to my editor in October.

in the mountains near Banos, Ecuador

 

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Numbers, Nika, and the Rest of It

Posted on August 20, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Nika, new dog park before attack

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This weekend, August 18-19, we drove up to Orlando to see our daughter, Megan. Travel, even short jaunts like this one, often involve synchronicities and this trip was no exception. But the synchros were obvious only in retrospect.

Earlier this month, Megan’s dog, Nika, was attacked by a pitt bull in the elevator of her building.   She was bitten badly in the neck, underwent emergency surgery, had drainage tubes inserted in the wound, got them out, and appears to be back to her joyful, bouncy self.

Nika, investigating another dog at the dog park; foot is megan’s.

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Megan’s apartment complex has security cameras installed in the elevators, so the fact that pitt bull attacked her is on record. These videos are preserved and available upon request to anyone who resides in the building.

When Animal Care and Control showed up at Megan’s apartment a couple of days after the attack, they asked if she wanted to cite the owner.  The fine would be $200. Megan spoke to the owner, Eric Rose, with Animal Care and Control on the line, and told him she wouldn’t cite him if he agreed to pay the vet bill. He said that he would.

On Friday, August 10, Megan presented the owner’s girlfriend with copies of the vet bill, nearly $1,300. The young woman, Megan says, was “very nice,” was surprised the bill wasn’t higher, and said that even though Eric said he would pay only half the bill – despite what he had told Megan – she  had seen the video and would pay the other half. She promised Megan that she would have money by Friday, August 17.

So we get up there on Saturday, August 18, and although the pitt bull has been removed from the building,  Eric and his girlfriend have not reimbursed Megan.  Eric has not returned Megan’s calls, either. Now, granted, I am manic when it comes to this kind of thing. His dog attacked her dog, it’s on video, and you would think he would do the right thing and at least offer to pay something.

Cross me, that’s one thing. Cross someone I love, and that’s a whole other thing. So I write a letter to Eric and tell him that if Megan has not been reimbursed by the afternoon of Monday, August 20, we’ll initiate legal action. I want to say a whole lot of other stuff, none of it language used in polite conversations, but restrain myself. Sort of. Rob edits the letter and says I should remove the part about do the honorable thing.  You don’t want to shame the guy, Trish.

Well, yes, I do. Sometimes, shame is a motivator.

But I remove that reference and head down to their apartment, knock, ring the doorbell, and no one answers. I tape the letter to the front door, and the paper isn’t folded or anything Anyone can read it.  As I head back upstairs to Megan’s place in the elevator, I remember that about a week after the attack, I was at our local grocery store and was astounded when my bill came to $77.77.

The only other time I’ve gotten numerical repetitions like this, in my entire life,  was during a vacation in Costa Rica, when the numbers were 111.11.

Even the cashier commented on the four 7s:  “You’d better go buy a lottery ticket with those numbers,” she said.

I didn’t bother with a lottery ticket, but I figured the numbers were significant in some way, and possibly connected to what had happened to Nika, so I scanned the receipt into my computer.

Shortly after we arrived in Orlando – and before I taped the letter to Eric’s door- Megan and I had dashed over to the grocery store to pick up some items she needed. The bill came to $33.33.

I did a double take and thought back to the  $77.77 about a week earlier. I mean, please, this is the third time in my life that numerical repetitions have appeared, and two of them have occurred in the last 7-10 days. This cashier, like the cashier who had seen the four sevens, remarked about playing the numbers in the lottery.

But when I saw those four threes, my heart sank. I immediate thought of  hexagram 33 of the I Ching – called Retreat – and knew that Eric and his girlfriend had left town. What I didn’t know was if they had left town for the weekend, for a vacation, or for good.

Throughout our time in Orlando, we checked Eric’s apartment several times to see if the note had been picked up. It was still taped to the front door of the apartment when we left on the afternoon of Sunday, August 19. The concierge at the front desk told Megan he hadn’t seen Eric or his girlfriend for days.

On our way home, Rob and I drove into a torrential downpour. We are were on Interstate 4, ten miles from where it supposedly connects to the Florida turnpike, the road that takes us to South Florida. We missed the exit and ended up spending nearly two hours in stop and go traffic to just get to the turnpike. The trip from our home to Megan’s should take about two and a half hours. It took four hours- but only because Rob drove 90 miles an hour.

While we’re in stop and go traffic, Rob says, “Did you have any synchros this trip?”

“Yeah, $33.33.  And that’s not too long after the $77.77.”

He looks at me, as perplexed as I am. “What the hell do those numbers mean?”

“Maybe Eric blew town, you know, he retreated.” Or maybe that’s not the meaning at all.  We’ll see how it all unfolds from here.

In the meantime, Nika returned to her great dog park for the first time since the attack, and she and Noah hunted for squirrels. As far as they are concerned, all is well.

Rob and Megan, calling for Nika and Noah in the dog park.  I’m behind them, snapping photos. Some things, apparently, never change.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Spirit of Greece

Posted on August 18, 2012 by Trish and Rob

For everyone who saw the movie Zorba the Greek – and for those of you who missed the film –  this flash mob really captures the spirit of the Grecian people. This country has been suffering badly in the economic downturn. But their spirit appears to be undaunted.

 

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The Power Of…

Posted on August 17, 2012 by Trish and Rob

I was raised as a Catholic, but have never bought into their ideas and left the church when I was 16. However, the appeal of that church – or any traditional church or religion, for that matter – lies in its rituals, in how those rituals speak to you on a spiritual level.

In most Catholic churches, there’s an area where candles can be lit for the dead. As a kid, I found this candle business to be morbid. But over the years, I’ve discovered a certain beauty in the ritual –I light a candle for loved ones, human or animal, who have passed on so that their path into the afterlife is illuminated.

I also light candles as a way to focus my attention on people who are in need of healing- physical, mental, spiritual, emotional, financial, professional, whatever the need is.  I believe there’s incredible power in focused concentration. Whether you call it prayer or visualization or something else, any time your conscious mind hones in on someone, that person is aware of it at some level and is empowered. Collective energy directed at these individuals makes a significant difference for them. It bolsters their immune systems, lifts their spirits, brings light into the darkness. We’re all connected. The candles we light become orbs of illumination in Indra’s net.

For those individuals who are skeptical about the efficacy of positive thought, prayer, and visualization, just Google any of those terms+ scientific evidence. You’re bound to find something that prompts you to give it a whirl.

The individuals whose names I have included below have written publicly about their health issues, so I don’t think I’m violating anything confidential. There are other names I haven’t included here because they haven’t talked publicly. The names in my empowerment circle are:

Debra Page.  We have posted a lot of her stuff – here, here, here. In the search box, just enter her name and you’ll see all the posts. We’ve used her experiences in both of our synchronicity books, in posts on aliens, loss, politics, planetary empaths.

Earlier this year, she wrote on her blog that she had to take a hiatus due to health issues. She has since developed multiple and complex permutations that include life-threatening   reactions to electromagnetic emanations. I spoke to Debra today and she’s staying at a Spiritualist community outside of San Diego, where she has a chance to recover and gain back her strength. Please, light a candle for Debra.

Mike Perry. We connected with Mike early on in the existence of our blog. I think his blog initially came up in a Google alert for synchronicity. Like us, he usually posts something new daily. Like us, his interests and his posts sometimes take him in other, related directions.

Bloggers get to know each other through what they write, through their routines. So a few days ago, I clicked on my link for Mike’s blog – and nothing new was up. When it happened a second day in a row, I wrote to Daz, who is friends with Mike, and asked if he had heard from him. He hadn’t. I immediately felt that something was wrong.

On August 13, Mike finally posted an explanation for why  he had been  absent for three days.   Kidney cancer. Due for surgery on 9/12/12. Circle that date. Let’s light some candles for Mike, that he comes through this surgery with flying colors.

Mathaddict. This lady is special. She has been up front and forthright about her health problems and how they may be related to her repeated abduction experiences.  Just put mathaddict into the search engine for a list of posts we’ve done about her.  She lives near a beach, so all those negative ions combined with our good thoughts should be powerful.

Our friend, writer Ed Gorman wrote to his extensive email political circle today that he was having radiation treatments and had had a terrible reaction to an anti-inflammatory drug he’d been given. He was en route to see his oncologist. Please light a candle for Ed, too. He’s one of the most generous  writers we’ve ever met.

Please add names to the empowerment circle or create one of your own. You don’t have to explain anything, don’t even have to include the person’s full name. Initials will do. Today there’s a new moon in Leo, a perfect time for powerful, directed conscious thought. Let’s become this net we’ve talked about, blogged about. Let’s send our collective energy toward individuals who need a boost now.

 

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The Subaru Trickster

Posted on August 16, 2012 by Trish and Rob

This synchro comes from Anne Norburn of Lenoir City, Tennessee, which lies about 15 miles from Knoxville.  As you’ll see, it has an element of the trickster to it.

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My next door neighbor is very, very unpleasant.  He comes down to my house constantly, complaining about various things, like how I accidentally blew some grass out into the street while mowing, etc.  He says he owns the street in front of his house and he does not want us there.

So today, my daughter Laura and I had gone to the grocery store and had just pulled into the driveway of our house, which is the first one on our street. Laura asked if we could drive up the road and back because, I’m ashamed to say, she really wanted to annoy our unpleasant neighbor. I told her no, we had frozen food in the car.

At precisely that moment, a car EXACTLY like mine, a four-year-old year old silver Subaru Forester, came up the road, went by us, and disappeared out of sight over the hill.  I was so surprised that I ended up standing there with my mouth hanging open for a moment or two.

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In addition to the trickster element here, maybe there’s something else woven in, a  car Doppelganger that appeared as wish fulfillment for Laura!

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The Eagle Feather Synchros

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Trish and Rob

I once tried to left-brain analyze who reads my fiction, and the nonfiction Rob and I write,  the kind of people they are, what they’re looking for in a story, what kinds of questions they have about life, the universe and well, you know, everything else. My sense is that Judi Hertling fits the bill pretty closely.

Judi and I have never met. And yet, on some level, we have not only met, we are good friends. Our  commonality lies in the Seth books, that’s the foundation. It’s true with all of my closest friends. It isn’t just that Seth readers have the same psychic  interests; it’s deeper than that. It means you share the sane psychically, spiritually, intellectually.

We used one of Judi’s synchros in 7 Secrets of Synchronicity,  and we may have used one in Synchronicity and the Other Side. At any rate, she has a solid grasp of synchronicity and recognizes it when it happens to her.

This synchro involves eagle feathers and a pending move.

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In March, my husband and I sold our house with the intention of moving to the Okanagan Valley, which is in the interior of British Columbia. We had been talking about relocating for about a year, and in our minds everything was decided. The house was sold and we had until the end of September to find another house and move. The only fly in the ointment was that while we said one thing, the Universe appeared to have different plans for us.

We knew the type of house we wanted, we just couldn’t find it and didn’t realize at the time that we were looking in the wrong place. One afternoon a few weeks back we went for a casual drive to look at some newly built homes which was about a thirty-minute drive from where we live now, thinking it would give us an idea of what we were looking for. The houses were not quite right for our taste, however Jamie the realtor did know of a house that was for sale but not yet listed.

We made an appointment for the following day and after viewing the home we unexpectedly and rather hastily made an offer, thinking that all was well because  my husband went back to his work rotation away from home, and I was to view the house a second time prior to committing. Although happy that we’d found a house we liked, something nagged at me when I went back a few days later with the realtor. I felt like I was waiting for something, that although it was a great home, it wasn’t The One.

Going by instinct and much to the surprise of us all, I withdrew our offer and again we appeared stuck and time was running out – we were now just into August. I had checked and re-checked the new listing daily for weeks, but decided to give it one more try – just in case. And then when I had about given up the search, I saw it… the one. It had been on the market only a few days.

We made an appointment, saw the house the next day and I fell in love. We went home excited at the prospect of unexpectedly finding the listing. Just when we were talking about doing a second viewing just to be sure, we received a call saying that an offer had already been made and the house was being sold as we spoke.

I was crushed. My house was going to someone else.

The next afternoon we received another call saying that for some reason the couple pulled out of negotiations and we could now make an offer. We did. It was accepted, and we will move into our beautiful home at the end of September.

The synchro. The first house we built on Vancouver Island was in Eagleridge. In the past couple of years I have asked for an eagle feather to be shown as a sign for any major decision that I have been unsure of. I now have three that have shown up out of the blue, one I found on my doorstep the morning after I had asked for a sign.

Our new home is in Eaglecrest.

One more twist to the story. The realtor whom we met at the new show homes was the brother of the designer of the home we have purchased, and the builder was the same builder who had built our home in Eagleridge.

Here’s the house:

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Pretty cool.

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Romney, Ryan, and Little Egg

Posted on August 14, 2012 by Trish and Rob

human egg

The wonderful  thing about dog parks is that everyone is there for one reason: to exercise their dogs. So, you’ve already got something in common and from there, friendships develop. Today before we left for the dog park, I grabbed a couple of copies of Ghost Key to give to several of the women. I received my free copies from the publisher on Friday, but the book isn’t officially released until August 21.

We pulled in just as our friend Cassie did and I walked over to her truck to give her a copy of the book. She works for novelist Tami Hoag and earlier this year, she took one of the Ghost Key galleys and asked Tami if she could blurb it. As it turned out, Tami had a stack of books from her publisher to blurb, was in the midst of writing her own stuff, and couldn’t do it. But I deeply appreciated Cassie’s efforts.

“Listen, before we get into the dog park,” Cassie says in a hushed voice, “let’s talk some politics. What do you think of Paul Ryan, Romney’s VP choice?”

“If these two guys are elected, women’s rights will be relegated to the dark ages, social programs will be gutted, and the poor, old, and sick will be living on the streets.”

“It’s a bunch of old white men trying to tell everyone else how to live, trying to tell women their bodies don’t belong to them.” Cassie nodded toward the park. “Old white men like you know who.”

Yes, I knew who. A confrontation a few weeks earlier with one of these Old White Men was still vivid in our minds.

On Friday afternoon,  August 10,  Mitt Romney nominated Paul Ryan   as his VP. This development is potentially devastating  to women everywhere, regardless of your marital or financial status, your ethnicity, your religious beliefs:  Paul Ryan believes that your body belongs to him. He thinks that a fertilized egg should be conferred with personhood.

Yes, you read that correctly.

So let’s talk to that little egg, let’s find out what that little egg thinks about, you know, the larger world.

Me: Hey, Little Egg. What’s up?

Little Egg: Go away. I’m not doing interviews. I’m too embarrassed. I don’t wanna be on Fox News.

Me: Would you talk to Rachel Maddow?

Little Egg: Well, yeah, maybe. She’s cute. And smart. Has a doctorate, right? From Oxford? Or is it Cambridge? Well, somewhere across the pond.

Me: What would you say to Rachel?

Little Egg: Do I look like a person to you? Do I sound like I know what the hell I’m doing? Am I a fully developed consciousness? No, no, no. I have nothing more to say.

Me: Wait.

Little Egg (agitated): What? What the hell do you want from me? I’ve said everything I’m allowed to say. See, when they conferred me with personhood, it restricted what I can talk about. Like, you know, I can’t say that they are really hoping that I’m not gay, that I’m not a person of color, that I’m not an immigrant, that I am born to a very rich person who will support their tax breaks for the wealthy so that the poor and the middle class can die, just die, because that’s all they deserve, death, these bastards, death. Who needs the middle class?

Me: Who? Well, uh, you and me, Little Egg. What’re you going  to do when Romney loses the debate with Obama because he doesn’t know squat about foreign affairs? Romney couldn’t even win fans in the U.K., one of our allies. He insulted the Brits about the Olympics.  And Ryan? What does Ryan know about anything except the books by Ayn Rand? Before Ryan was elected to Congress, he worked at MacDonald’s. He was the prom king at his local high school. And he worked at his family’s business.

Little Egg: Ayn Rand? OMG. WTF. LOL. Listen, just between you and me, okay? These guys are really a couple of alien hybrids. One of them is a Mormon, a supposedly Christian church that was started by a guy who claimed he talked to angels and maybe even Mr. Supremo himself, but who really just wanted more than one wife. Lots of Little Eggs, right? The other guy sees himself as John Galt, the individualistic American standing tall against the terrible government that regulates corporations – i.e., his corporation. They love Little Eggs. But you know what? As soon as I’m born, I’m on my own – no universal health care, no public education, no firefighters in my own community, no policemen, and if I manage to survive all that, no Social Security, no Medicare, and definitely no Medicaid if I’m born poor.

Me: Great christian values.

Little Egg (weeping):  I don’t wanna be born.

Me: They’ll make you be born, even if you’re the result of rape or incest.

Little Egg (now inconsolable):  You gotta vote for Obama. He’s not perfect, a lot of the change he promised just hasn’t happened, he thinks the other side actually wants to talk and negotiate. But compared to these bozos, he’s FDR, okay?

Me: Suppose they rig the election? And Mercury turns retro on election day, Little Egg. We know where that went in 2000.

Little Egg: These guys will be worse than Bush/Cheney. Promise me you’ll have an exit strategy, some other country where you can go.  Promise.

 

 

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Owl feathers & a goddess

Posted on August 13, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Here is a new missive from Jane Clifford of Wales, who is something of a Celtic shaman. She always seems to have curious synchros. You might recall her last one dealt with beheadings. This one is a bit more tame, but quite mythical.

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“I found an owl’s feather at the barn entrance, not a barn ow’ls feather, but definitely an owl’s feather. I have some identical from a woman who cares for injured owls. I work with owl medicine often; it reveals hidden truths.

However, I took this owl’s feather as a hint to connect with the Goddess Athena with whom owls are associated. She is the goddess of wisdom, as I’m sure you know. Although research indicates she seems to be multi-talented, a goddess with multiple roles. I did some more research on her and found an invocation, which I used to connect with her. I also discovered she was born completely formed from the head of Zeus, her father.

The next day I related this curious fact to a friend over lunch. Within the hour, driving home after lunc and listening to the radio,  there was an interview with a man described as the greatest living publisher in Britain today. He had just launched his third publishing company on the net to publish e-books and had called it Athena. The interview asked why Athena, and he explained she was the goddess of wisdom and had been born complete from the head of Zeus!

I took this syncro to mean my invocation to her had worked very well and she was giving me a nudge!

Last week I found a buzzard’s feather at the end of the track. The next day a buzzard behaved very strangely. Driving along the lane it flew out at tree level,very unusual! It then turned and banked over the bonnet of my car and flew in front of my face my side and over the roof. Close!

Such actions are usually a warning for me and the following day I had a very unpleasant experience with an old friend and removed myself swiftly from what I felt to be a toxic situation. It was a full moon in Aquarius and he is an Aquarian!

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After Jane sent her synchros, she went to our blog and read the post of the day, which was about the pit bull attack on Nika, our daughter’s dog. She immediately wrote back and said the ‘toxic situation’ that she had just mentioned involved her dog, Tuppence. The old friend’s collie lunged at the nine-month-old terrier and pinned her to the floor. She wasn’t injured, but very frightened by the aggressive dog who was five times her size.

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