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Darlis Mayes. She’s an Akashic Records instructor and consultant, who facilitates group Akashic record readings for groups such as the Cocreator’s Convergence retreat as well as spiritual retreats around the world. She’s also a dowser and transformational spiritual coach.
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During our podcast with Philip Merry, author and coach and a synchronicity expert, he mentioned that the first synchronicity he remembered happened when he was 8. I was so stuck on his age that I didn’t pay close attention to the actual story and don’t recall the particulars now. His age seemed to be the point.
So of course I tried to remember how old I was when I experienced my first synchro. But that entails remembering the actual event .
I think my first inkling of what might be called a deeper order of things, happened when I was 12 and we lived in Venezuela. A number of American Catholics in Caracas attended a particular church that held catechism classes in English. I remember sitting there one Sunday, bored out of my mind, while the nun went on and on about what happens after we die. When we die, we’re judged by God and are sent to hell, purgatory or heaven.
And I remember thinking, No, you’re wrong. What happens is what we believe will happen.
The thought shocked me. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. I realized I had nothing in common with Catholicism, that I didn’t believe what they taught, and over the next several years, that feeling deepened. When I was told it was time to take Communion, but that I first had to go to confession, I didn’t have any idea what to say to the priest in the confessional. So I made up sins, said the prayers he gave me for penance, and was disgusted with it all. I was 16 when I told my dad I didn’t want to go to church anymore because I didn’t believe anything they taught.
His reaction? He grinned. “Great! Now I don’t have to go to church anymore.”
I don’t think that qualifies as a synchro, but it did qualify as a changing point.
I’m pretty sure the first actual synchronicity I remember happened that same year. I was riding my bike in our neighborhood and saw a German Sheppard running the fence in his yard, barking loudly at me as I passed. My first thought was that if he jumped the fence, he was going to chase me and bite me.
I pedaled faster. Then I heard him right behind me and, sure enough, he’d jumped that fence and was closing in on me. He sounded ferocious. I pedaled faster, but he was like a force of nature. Sure enough, he caught up to me and nipped me in the butt. I think I made a short turn that threw him off, then I sped home.
So that synchronicity would qualify as a precognition.
To this day, I’m not crazy about German Sheppards.
What’s the first synchronicity you remember? How old were you?
What’s my full name?
If I meet someone with my first name, Rob, it’s not a synchronicity. There are a lot of us around. But names do play into synchronicity when the odds of two unusual ones coming together seems highly unlikely. That’s what happened to me recently on two different occasions with names that I’d never previously heard.
One of the names is Tarun. I’m ghostwriting a novel with a character by that name and at one point I realized that Tarun needed a last name. I do ghostwriting through a British company called Reedsy. So I went to my Reedsy site to contact the author ask him for a suggestion for a last name.
However, before I found him on a list of authors who had contacted me, I noticed a new inquiry had popped up and amazingly the author who was looking for a ghostwriter was named Tarun. Since I’d never heard the name prior to working on the novel, I was surprised to see another Tarun come to me for help with his novel.
I saw this Tarun’s last name was Morar and decided that would work fine for the other Tarun. So with that, the hopeful author’s full name became a character’s name in another author’s book. Synchronicity.
Ultimately, I did not work with the new Tarun on his project. I did relate the synchronicity to him, though. His response was silence. A case of a synchro impressing me, but not one of the participants in the synchro.
The second name synchro that happened in close proximity to the first one involves a character’s name in the Netflix series, Succession. The daughter in the well-to-do neurotic family that owns a media empire goes by the nickname Shiv. But her full name is the other one that I wasn’t familiar with. After watching an episode recently, I tried to remember the name but couldn’t. That bothers me when I forget names. So I went online looking for it and quickly found it: Siobhan. In doing so, I went on Facebook and saw that I had a new friend request. Amazingly, the request was from a Siobhan. Like attracts like! What are the chances of that?
This evening I was bicycling along a sidewalk that runs parallel to our neighborhood. The weather was ideal. On the way back, I saw what I thought was snake just in front of me and veered around it. A snake crossing my path…it didn’t sound particularly positive.
When Rob got home from his bike ride – he rides farther and faster – he said he’d seen it – a skink, not a snake. The one I saw had blue streaked through it and the skin looked much smoother than that of a snake.A skink is a type of lizard.
So, I Googled “esoteric meaning of skink.” Most of the links that came up on the first page were for lizard. I liked what I read:
In many cultures, the lizard is a symbol of regeneration and rebirth. It is also linked to feminine power. Lizards also have the ability to make dreams come true.
A lizard is considered to be a very lucky and auspicious creature according to spiritual beliefs. It is said that when it crosses your path, the indication is towards something good that might happen in the coming times.
As a spirit animal, the lizard lets you follow this flow with full faith. It can also tell you when to move slowly, and with caution. To be able to survive in any given situation, you need to be as crafty and perceiving as a lizard. The presence of the lizard as a spirit in your life can make you more resilient.
They all sound good. Bring it on, skink…
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Usually, mainstream media shies away from the paranormal unless the show or website is specifically about that area. But natural disasters – a pandemic, tsunami, earthquake – often involve synchronicity and spirit contact that even mainstream news covers.
In a June 2021 article, CNN ran an article entitled:
They lost their loved ones to Covid. Then they heard from them again.
Yeah? Spirit contact on CNN??
When this article appeared on the CNN website in June 2021, the pandemic had killed about 600,000 Americans. Now, in February 2022, that number stands at more than 900,000 dead. And many of the survivors never had a chance to say good-bye. But other survivors believe their loved ones are still around communicating with them.
CNN highlighted this story about Michelle and Ian Horner.
Michelle died of complications from Covid in the fall of 2020. She and her husband, Ian, a morning radio deejay in Wichita, had been married nearly 10 years. He was devastated. But not long after his death, he began to believe she was trying to communicate with him.
As CNN wrote: “He was driving to his job in the predawn darkness when he spotted something odd. About two dozen streetlights flanking the highway had turned purple. They looked like a lavender string of pearls glowing in the night sky. Horne took it as a sign.” Purple was Michelle’s favorite color. Ian had worn a purple tie to their wedding. It was a bond between them.
“‘Michelle knew that was my route to work that I take every morning and was the route she took on her final drive to the hospital,’” Horne said.
The article noted that spirit contact experiences can be subtle: dreams, a scent, unusual behaviors of animals. “Other encounters are more dramatic: feeling a touch on your shoulder at night, hearing a sudden warning from a loved one, or seeing the full-bodied form of a recently departed relative appear at the foot of your bed.”
The 1918 influenza pandemic triggered the Spiritualism craze – mediums, Ouija boards, all sorts of tools and venues for spirit contact. After 9/11, a number of people reported sightings of and conversations with loved ones who had died in the terrorist attack.
On March 11, 2011, a 9.1 earthquake struck off the northeast coast of Honshu on the Japan Trench. The tsunami triggered by the quake hit the coast within 30 minutes with waves that were 130 feet high. It disabled three nuclear reactors and within three days, their cores had melted down. The disaster killed at least 20,000 and, as CNN noted, “so many inhabitants of Ishinomaki reported seeing their loved ones appear that a book and a documentary were made about this city of wandering ghosts.
I’ve always wondered what happens in the after world when thousands or millions of people lose their lives in a relatively short period of time in wars, pandemics, natural disasters. If thousands or millions of souls leave their bodies simultaneously, how does the after world handle the sudden influx? Are we all suddenly enlightened and know what to do, where to go, how to help each other?
Maybe it’s simpler than that. Maybe one of the first acts of the dead is to attempt contact with the loved ones to whom they didn’t have a chance to say good-bye. Perhaps all these disaster sites become cities of wandering ghosts.
Back in the early 1990s, I wrote seven Indiana Jones novels in a fury over two and a half years. Except for The Last Crusade, which I adapted from the script, the novels were released twice a year without any fanfare. The editor at Bantam Books, who also edited Star Wars novels, liked to point out to me that there were far fewer Indy fans than Star Wars fans. While she said the fan base was relatively small, Indiana Jones fans were very hard core. Meaning they vicariously lived the life of the iconic archaeologist/adventure, watched the movies over and over, read the books, and bought the gear—preferably the identical jacket, fedora, whip, etc. that were in the movies.
Some of these “hard core” fans began contacting me with questions and sending their copies of the novels for autographs. By then, I was working on other novels and non-fiction projects, but I’ve always responded to the Indy fans. One of the early correspondents was Dale Dassel, who still comes here on the blog. He knows far more about the Indy saga than I do, and he knows my novels much better than I do. I wrote them, but I’ve never read them. Dale, on the other hand, has read them dozens of times, and that’s no exaggeration. Not long ago, he told me I should read them. “They’re really pretty good stories,” he said.
Indy fans typically are guys. Female fans are more muted. For example, my daughter visited an old friend in Denver a few years ago. The friend is a lawyer involved in environmental issues, a serious person. So Megan was surprised to see one of my Indy novels on her bookshelf. Then she found another and another, and realized her friend had all my books. “Did you know my dad wrote those books?” she asked. “What, I didn’t know that.”
That said, there was one woman who years ago wrote me a lot. Truthfully, she was a bit annoying. But I still responded. Then I didn’t hear from her for a few years, and I figured she’d moved on from her Indiana Jones fascination. Wrong. A couple of years ago, Jennifer was back again, and she was still very much among the so-called hard-core. I responded to her a few times, then it occurred to me – why don’t I introduce her to Dale Dassel, and the two of them can compare Indy notes since they obviously have so much in common. They might get along well.
At first, Dale seemed a bit hesitant and Jennifer was somewhat wary because I think other Indy fans had dissed her in the past. But eventually they agreed to exchange e-mails…and life for those two Indy recluses has never been the same. Dale lives in Georgia and Jennifer in Buffalo. They became fast friends and a few months ago Dale visited her for a week, cementing their relationship.
Just recently I received the latest edition of their story. Dale wrote me from the Buffalo airport with Jennifer at his side. She was leaving Buffalo behind and joining Dale. “This past weekend we packed up her stuff and mailed it to Georgia. Jen has no reason to stay in NY since her parents are gone.”
They will initially stay with Dale’s father, where Dale has been living, then find their own place in Byron, Georgia. Meanwhile, Jennifer is coming home to one incredible Indiana Jones museum that Dale has created in the family house.
“You and Indiana Jones changed our lives!” Dale wrote in the email. “Our future is together; every time we watch an Indy movie, we will be side by side; we can help each other write Indy fan fiction, crack whips together… and all because George Lucas created Indiana Jones and Rob MacGregor wrote half of the novels in the series. And that’s truly a beautiful story.” 🥰
Dale is actually a quite accomplished novelist and Jennifer also is an inspired writer. I’ve suggested that they branch out. But so far, and I guess not surprisingly, they’re focused on Indy fan fiction. Dale’s novel Indiana Jones and the Fate of Atlantis, based on an Indiana Jones computer game story, was completed a decade ago and is a popular read among Indy’s hard core…and beyond.
On their way to a new life…
A new episode of The Mystical Underground is live! “Rob Macgregor: Staff Of Kings: Episode 6”:
Join Rob MacGregor, the author of the Indiana Jones prequel novels and the Mystical Underground, as they present the sixth episode of an audio production of the unpublished novel “Indiana Jones and the Staff of Kings.”
Sometimes called “The Lost Indiana Jones novel,” Staff of Kings will come out in multiple episodes on The Mystical Underground’s podcast feed, beginning August 22, 2021. It will continue as possible each month through 2022.
Recently, our gym, You Fit, repainted and rearranged its machines so there is hardly any breathing space between them. And this was done when new daily Covid cases in Florida were nearly at an all time high – 15,000 to 20,000.Go figure.
But. Now it’s late February, hardly anyone in the gyn wears a mask, cases are way down, and the machines are still as tight as dots on a page. Today, I was on a leg machine and happened to glance at the machine less than an arm’s length away. It was one of those calf machines where you position your position your feet and push up. I noticed the mesh of the guy’s light green shoes.
Wow, shoes that breathe.
Then, this afternoon at the dog park, our friend Paula said that when she got home today, there was a package on her porch from her guy, Scott. Turned out to be a pair of shoes. She showed us a photo – except for the color, they were identical to the shoes I’d seen at the gym.
Okay, message?
Well, first check the obvious. Our shoes protect our feet, which move us through life. We look for comfort and support in shoes, as in life. Then I noticed the name of this brand of shoes: NOBULL.
I think that’s probably the message.
Two human in x-ray vision with brain. 10 EPS file with transparency effects and overlapping colors.
Mike Perry, who lives in the Cornwall in the UK, was one of our first blogging friends. He has a blog on synchronicity and on the beauty of Cornwall. Shortly after the new year, he emailed a synchronicity that occurred one evening when he and his wife, Karin, had friends over for dinner.
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We had some friends at our house for an evening meal. We got talking and the subject came up about Karin’s early life in Germany (she was born in Germany).
Karin told them about the farm her family had and how it is now a hotel. It was about 10 o’clock in the evening. I got out some photos I had taken, when in Germany, which showed them what was Karin’s home on the farm.
They asked if she had any friends still in Germany. Karin answered that there was only one but she had moved away now and she hadn’t heard from her for about three years. I showed our friends a photo of the house where Karin’s friend lived.
At that moment our phone rang. It was Karin’s friend in Germany! She told Karin she was looking through some photos and found a slip of paper with our phone number amongst her photos.
Even though it was quite late she felt compelled to phone the number!
Telepathy, for sure!
