The 27 Club, #137, #23, Writers and Hollywood

Most of us know who these two guys are right? Jeff Bridges and Robert Duval. It’s a scene from Crazy Heart, for which Bridges won a well-deserved Oscar. There’s a scene in the movie where we see the door of the motel room where Bridges is staying – #27.  I suddenly sat up straighter, “There it is! The 27 Club,” I exclaimed.

Megan, who was watching the movie with us, looked over with that college expression – a roll of the eyes, brows lifting slightly. “What’re you talking about, mom?”

27 is a number so well known among musicians that it’s referred to as The 27 Club. Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, and Brian Jones  died at age 27. We wrote about this in our book, under the clusters chapter, The 27 Club.  But just because it appeared in  Crazy Heart, is it a synchronicity? Probably not. Crazy Heart is based on a novel by Thomas Cobb. Cobb is now a professor of creative writing and literature at Rhode Island College. But Cobb used to be a country music writer and it’s likely that he knew about  the synchronicity of #27. Maybe it was included in the movie as an inside joke.

Then again, would a producer go to the trouble of creating #27 for a motel room door or hunt down an appropriate door with that number on it, just to please the novelist? Or, did the novelist actually know the history of #27? That’s the mystery.
 Are these inside jokes more common than we realize or are they actual synchros? In the short-lived TV series FlashForward, nearly everyone in the world blanks out for 137 seconds and glimpses his or her future. 137, which we wrote about in a synchro last year, could be another insider joke. Novelist Robert Sawyer might have known about that number and its connection to physicist Wolfgang Pauli, who considered it as a death number. Then again, maybe he didn’t know about it.

Another instance of  a possible insider’s joke involves the number 23. There’s a considerable amount of data about this number,which we wrote about here, and which crops up time and again in the TV series Lost. But was the inference intentional or accidental?

The real mystery about number clusters is whether the story creator knows about the synchro data.

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Spanish Dogs or Nothing at All

Many years ago, I bought an old ’74 Plymouth Barracuda. It was troublesome, one thing after another breaking down, and I only kept it a couple of years. The most interesting part of the car was a bumper sticker that  read: Spanish Dogs or Nothing at All.

People would ask what it meant, and I would tell them I had no idea. It came with the car. I liked it, because it was a mystery. Maybe it was some kind of dog, or maybe a type of hot dog. Someone suggested it might be an insult. If the bumper sticker had simply said Spanish Dogs, then yeah, an insult. This was something different.

One day I was walking out of a grocery store and spotted another car with the identical bumper sticker parked a few spaces from my ‘Cuda. I waited around, hoping the driver would show up with some insight. But after a few minutes, I started thinking about my ice cream  melting in the hot Florida sun and left, never to find an answer. The car and the bumper sticker, I’m sure, were crushed like a squashed aluminum can long ago. But a couple of nights ago, for some reason,  that slogan came to mind.

So I Googled it, and yes…I finally found out. Amazing, after all these years, mystery solved! Spanish Dogs or Nothing at All was the name of a South Florida band that existed between 1981-1986. Here they are.

It’s not really much of a synchronicity, but it is another astonishing example of the minutia from the past that can turn up on the Internet…if you look.  Now we just need to hear from a former band member and find out one of them had owned that car. And maybe they covered a Spanish version of the Heart song,  ‘Barracuda.’ – R

If the real thing don’t do the trick
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn into the wick
Aren’t you, Barracuda? 

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Venice of the East

Healing Mudras, who lives in Bangkok, sent us this synchro and it’s a good one, a confirmation of some decisions she has made recently.
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Bangkok is a city of canals. Most of them are not for navigation anymore. One of them is and there is a very nice, swift and low cost transportation with it. It crosses Bangkok from East to West . So rather than taking 2 hours or more to cross the city one can enjoy a 30 minutes ride on a taxi boat. This Klong is just few minutes walk from our House and we use it a lot.

The nice thing about it is that there is a sidewalk on the side of the Klong (canal) and pedestrians can walk along the water way. It really makes connections very nice. It’s used by commuters mainly and not upscale  people obviously. Some foreigners who know how to get around Bangkok also use it.

People and ‘local favelas’ also abound by the side of the klong as life there is mainly for the urban poor who make a living on the street. At various hours of the day a few beggars and homeless also find a niche for a good sleep under the bridges.

On the other side of the world, Venice, Italy is also a city built on water with canals. Obviously it is also more poetic and elegant than the one in Bangkok, but somehow a closeness and similarity can be drawn.

So this morning we left our house walking to reach the subway station, which is located not far from the Klong. We followed the sidewalk which is quite narrow, especially since my daughter likes to jump and touch whatever she can, especially the hanging plants.

We passed by the boat station and proceeded to our destination on the Klong sidewalk. While my daughter was blocking the passage for a lady coming out of a housing on the klong side, I told her my daughter in Italian to let the lady pass. Surprisingly, the woman said something to my daughter that baffled me. Not by what she said, but how she said it. She spoke in Italian.

So I called out to the lady in Italian and she answered.

I smiled and we engaged in conversation while walking to the bridge and the subway. She had returned from two years in Italy and was going back tomorrow to bring her daughter to study there! When I asked her in which city she lived and was returning to, she said: “Venice!”

That’s where my own mothers lives. I told her that and while she struggled a bit to continue the conversation in Italian, she was adamant on making an effort to showcase the Italian vocabulary she has mastered. I asked her where she was headed right now. She was en route to the embassy to pick us passports and visas.

“My husband is waiting for us in Venice. I am not sure when we will come back. I am happy for my daughter, but sad because she has to leave her friends here.”

In the meantime, we had reached the MRT ( Mass Rail Transportation – the name of the subway in Bangkok) and while she was headed for the track to the west, we were going to the one to the north. I waved at her and wished her good luck.

I found this event very peculiar for many reasons. Thai people rarely engage conversation with foreigners just like that. Then there’s the obvious geographical connection with Venice. Also, I am just terminating two years of living in Bangkok and she was going back to her new destination after two years of living there. She had just returned to pick her daughter.Then there’s the language. This woman was really making an effort to speak to me in Italian and I was tempted to speak to her in English.

What peculiar is the fact that I never have met anybody from those houses along the Klong and even wondered if people really lived there.

We went to the market happy! That was really a nice soft one!
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Healing Mudras, who speaks six languages and is well traveled, now lives in Laos. We hope she has many synchros there!

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You Get What You Concentrate on

These two photos were taken with Gypsy’s cell phone. The scene here is the apprehension of a bank robber. Even more interesting than the fact that the bad guy was caught is how Gypsy came to be in this particular place, at this particular time.

Yesterday afternoon (July 20), I get a text message from Gypsy that I actually didn’t see until her second text message came through. Here’s the first one: “Just n middle of bank robbery-exciting -all ok-more later.” Then, the 2nd text message:  “All OK- cops got the guy-very weird story about it all-will send details-“

So my interest was piqued and I emailed her, asking what was going on. When she wrote back, I was astonished by the layers of synchronicities and by how literal the universe takes what we say and feel – i.e., the law of attraction.

The day before, on July 19, a major bank in the small town where both her daughters work was robbed at gunpoint by a man who eluded the police and remained at large. When Gypsy first heard about it, she thought that he was going to do it again the next day. She scribbled a note to one of her daughters, telling her not to go into work the next day.

But on  July 20,  her daughter went to work anyyhow, leaving hurriedly, and taking the mailbox key with her that Gypsy needed so she could pick up a check that had come in the mail. Before she left the house, Gypsy checked her account online. She knew it was low, which was why she wanted to get that check deposited. But when she saw the balance, she nearly fainted. “There were parenthesis around it! It so overwhelmed me it was like a storm. I knew, intellectually, that there had been an error, but just seeing those brackets around my balance was horrific! I knew that if it was my mistake, there would be overdraft charges, like highway robbery. I kept muttering to myself about highway robbery and how those charges were like being robbed or throwing my money away.”

She wanted to get to the bank before it closed, to get the account straightened out. But she needed the check, which was in the mailbox for which her daughter had the key. She had to drive 20 miles to her daughter’s office. During the ride, her anxiety and fury about overdraft charges mounted. Highway robbery, highway robbery is racing through her head. She finally peels into the the plaza where her daughter works, gets the key, and explains she can’t talk because she needs to get to her bank before it closes.

“So I’m wheeling out of there and hear sirens from down the highway and I’m rushing to turn back onto the highway to get to my own bank. Out of the blue, a car whips out of the bank parking lot and cop cars and SWAT teams are screeching to a stop around me. Choppers are swooping down low overhead. All these heavily armed guys leaps out of their cars, weapons pulled, all of them shouting, Bank robber, bank robber! I thought the chopper was going to plung through the roof of my car, that’s how low it was. So there I am, front row seat to the guy being dragged out of his getaway car and cuffed and shovede into a patrol car.”

All this time, Gypsy can see inside the robber’s car because it’s sideways in front of her. The police are so busy arresting the guy and searching his vehicle that they don’t notice Gypsy, who is busily snapping photos with her cell phone. An officer finally comes over and tells her to leave. She remembers she has to get to her own bank and happens to glance at the dashboard clock. It reads: 3:33. She makes it to the drive-thru at her bank before it closes.

Later that night on the news, the story is that the guy wasn’t actually robbing the bank where he was apprehended. He was trying to escape the cops, who were in pursuit and finally caught him in front of a state police credit union. The next morning, Gypsy looked at her online bank statement – which finally reflected everything correctly.

She noted the “oddities:”

1. The bank that was robbed at gunpoint was directly across the street from one daughter’s office.
2. The bank where the guy was captured was directly across the street from her other daughter’s office.
3. She had written one daughter a note the night before, telling her not to go to the bank the day the guy was captured.
4. Worried about overdraft fees, she kept muttering “highway robbery” all the way to her daughter’s office to pick up the mailbox key. That phrase was alternated with,  “I might as well have been robbed.”
5.Had there not been a mistake with her statement, she wouldn’t have been there.
6. If she’d remembered to get the mailbox key from her daughter before she had left for work, she would not have been there.
7. The first time she even noticed the time, it was 3:33 (those clustered numbers again!).
8. As it turned out, there was  no problem with her account.
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The law of attraction, indeed!

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Another 7 Secrets Synchro

We’ve heard from several readers about the synchronicities they experience connected with our book. This one came from Ray Getzinger, who posts frequently here. We used a couple of his synchronicities in the book. Ray has traveled extensively and always has great insights on everything from politics to, well,
synchronicity!

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I just finished Part One of The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity. Synchros are coming left and right as I read.  As I get to Premonitions and Precognition I began to think about how I met my wife only to see my story on the next page. Then when you were on the chapter on clusters I see my name again. On the next page you wrote
about multiples of 8. I started thinking about that. I was born 1/7/44 = 88. That was yesterday. I have been thinking about it since with different combinations. My wife was born 4/18/43. By using 1944 I get 10+8=18 the day of the month she was born. By adding 4+3=7 I get the day of the month I was born.

When I was reading about the Trickster I saw a white pickup truck with the word COYOTE written on the side of the bed. I did a search on my phone and found several links at least two of that said White Coyote.

When I read about 911 and the story of Vicki DeLaurentis I was reminded of the following picture done in the 1990s, The Towers by Boris Vallejo:

The first time I saw this picture a few years after 9/11/01 it was shocking to look at. 

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Double Rainbow!!!!

Gabe Carlson of Minneapolis sent us this YouTube video that has gone viral with millions of hits, and even two songs made from it. See below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQSNhk5ICTI

Says Gabe: People make fun of the guy for freaking out like that, but I think he was gobsmacked by synchronicity – if you look into his older videos you’ll see he’s got several videos of rainbows – he goes and finds them in waterfalls and tapes them, brings guests from out of the country to walk through them and see them, etc … then one day he saw that monster double rainbow right outside his front door and it floored him!

(PS – enjoy the songs he has inspired too!)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MX0D4oZwCsA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6g0yZDMBXiE

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Imagine if this guy saw a UFO!

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Meditation Synchros

Rob is teaching a meditation course at our gym, a somewhat unusual pursuit for a place where people grunt and sweat and pound out their miles on treadmills. It’s considered a specialty class, so attendees have to pay over and beyond their monthly gym membership. In other words, they want to be there.

In one recent class, July 12, Rob did a wonderful meditation that involved remote viewing. First, the relaxation. His voice is a voice you would follow to the end of time. I felt myself floating, then the hard floor began to bother my back, so I raised one leg to even things out. But I was still able to follow his voice, leading me – us, the class – to a point in the future where we would see a headline. It might be in a newspaper, on TV, the Internet, even something heard on the radio.

We were supposed to see it vividly, with captions, photos. Just as I perched at the border of sleep, I saw the new containment cap working. The gusher of oil either slowed or stopped. But I dismissed it as wishful thinking and then promptly zoned out.

When Rob brought us out of the meditation, he asked what people had seen. One woman said she had seen the new containment cap working. Rob said he had seen rectangular shapes that were yellow, against a kind of purple background. I’m sitting there thinking, Holy crap. They saw what I saw, and it might all be wishful thinking.

When we got home and turned on Countdown, there it was, the yellow rectangular shape, the new containment cap, against a purple background (the dark water). Olbermann announced that the cap appeared to be working. True to the nature of newspapers today–not being able to keep up with the Internet or cable news–our local paper pictured the yellow cap surrounded by purple water on the front page a day late.

It looked as if the meditation on remote viewing actually had produced accurate results, and since Carl Jung grouped psychic experiences as a sub-set of synchronicity, it’s a synchro hit.The remote viewing meditation  Rob used is one of several meditations on the CD that accompanies his book, Psychic Power.

Four days into the cap, it appears to be holding. And yet Huffingtonpost reports seepage.  So what’s the real deal?

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Spirit Contact

 
I’m not sure why this image fits this post. Maybe it’s because Dali always impressed me as an artist who lived with one foot in either world – that of tangible reality and that of spirit. At any rate, this synchro is about spirit contact. We’ve posted several synchros like this one  – here and here and here.  I know there are others, but these are the ones that come immediately to mind.

Spirit contact is one of those areas that straddles categories. It can be synchronistic – but it can also be just, well, strange and vague. Michael Crichton, writing in Travels, talks about what he felt when he first viewed his dead father at the funeral home.  “Immediately, as I walked into the room, I had the crazy and unexpected thought, He’s here. He’s still alive. I tried to figure out why I had thought he was still here. I checked again. Yes, I felt it. He’s here. He’s hanging around this room. He’s confused. 

There are apparently many types of spirit contact. Butternutsquash dreamed  of dead Tibetan monks. Trish dreamed of her mother’s death several weeks before she passed on. Rob’s mother saw his father’s initials on a frosted window several weeks after he had died.  These things happen. Science dismisses them because they are anecdotal. But these events for the people who experience them are immediate, personal, powerful,.
Sylvia Rastelli’s son had such an experience with her recently deceased father. 
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 In 2005 my father passed away, each time I see a crow, (it is him)  that is another story.  My husband and son went to the cottage, it was late September.  My father passed away August 15h.  At the cottage near bedtime, my husband was reading and my son was lying in bed.  On the second floor, they heard significant mumbling, it was quite loud because everything is so quiet at the lake.  My husband does not fear these experiences, although it was the first time it happened to him. He went upstairs to check and looked around.  He acted calmly, he did not want to scare my son.  He was not scared, he went to bed, the mumbling continued and what really impressed him (he knew it was my dad paying a visit, also my uncle Lester had passed away two weeks earlier from a stroke driving his car.)  Laz closed his eyes and  (silently) told the mumbling spirits “stop it your scaring the boy”.  The mumbling stopped immediately! That is what impressed him the most.  My uncle lived out west but loved our cottage and our family.  My dad built our cottage from the ground up, it is his legacy, he was very attached to his family. Laz just knew in his heart that they were communicating with their loved ones.”
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We asked Sylvia what her dead  father actually said. She replied:

To answer your question, it was strictly mumbling(a humming sound,  like a conversation,but no words).

I have an interesting footnote to this story.  My son Dominic started junior high during that time.  The school counselor came to his class, because he had written that he did not enjoy school.  He went to her office,  they had a nice conversation and he shared with her(the counselor) what happened at the cottage.

What was incredible is that she had the same experience during the summer.  Her parent passed away, she was in Japan packing her parent’s belongings and on the upper floor she heard dishes clinging, it was very mysterious.  This was a wonderful synchronicity, this meeting with her was meant to happen, they both had something important to share.  It was special for a child to talk about this with a warm and intelligent person.  When you are chosen to experience this, it is a special event.  Their loved ones were communicating with them.

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Wacky, quacky tale

A lighter synchro today:

We’ve reported on the troubled tales of Robin Hood, the thief, Johnny B. Goode, who couldn’t be good, Jim Beam for public intoxication. Now we have a belligerent Donald Duck thumping a car in line in front of him. Thanks Jim Banholzer for the heads up on this one.
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Police in Massillon, Ohio, arrested a drunk driving suspect who shares his name with Disney’s most famous waterfowl. Law enforcement officials say 51-year-old Donald Norman Duck was intoxicated when he pulled into a drive-through pizzeria around 5:25 p.m. Saturday and repeatedly bumped the car ahead of him. Click his name for the full tale.

QUACK! QUACK!!

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