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Street in front of our house. And the rain is still falling. That little island is our mailbox.The UPS truck went by and created waves! White caps! Amazingly, we still have electricity and Internet.

I ran across this fantastic trailer on  threads of the spiderwoman, Lauren Raines’ blog.  The filmmaker certainly nails the issues.

Here’s an incredible story about a teenage boy  who bought an old Polaroid camera at a garage sale because ‘it looked cool’ only to make an amazing discovery inside the camera. (Gabe Carlson alerted us to this story.)

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A Kansas teen made a remarkable discovery recently after he’d purchased an old Polaroid camera at a yard sale. He bought the old camera because he thought it looked “cool.”

He paid a $1 for the dated camera, but wound up finding a treasure.

According to The Daily, 13-year-old Addison Logan was browsing yard sales with his grandmother, Lois Logan, last weekend. An old Polaroid caught his eye and he decided to buy it as he thought it looked cool.

“I found this Polaroid camera and it looked pretty old and cool, so I just bought it for a dollar,” Addison told ABC News.

After he got home, he began examining his find, and couldn’t figure out how to take a picture. So he did what any teen these days would likely do, he looked it up on the Internet. In his research, Addison realized older cameras needed film, so he opened the relic up to see how it worked. He found a developed photo inside, of two teens, a boy and a girl.

I opened up the cartridge to see if there was any [film] in it and I saw a full photograph in there,” Addison said.

He brought the snapshot to his grandmother to show her what he’d found. His grandmother was shocked when she saw the image. It was a picture of her deceased son.

“I thought he found it somewhere in the house,” Lois Logan said, reported The Daily. “He had no idea that that was his uncle.”

The picture was an image of Scott Logan, who had died in 1989 in a car accident, long before Addison was born. Lois Logan said the picture was taken about 10 years prior to her son’s death; the photo is estimated to have been taken sometime around 1979. She even recognized the girl in the image; it was Scott’s old girlfriend, Susan Ely.

Addison said he thought when he opened the camera the photo was of random people, and he was “just blown away.”

Blake Logan received a call from his son and he didn’t process the story right away.

“He told me what had happened and I kind of brushed it off and it didn’t really strike me – the significance of it – until I went home,” he told ABC News. “I was kind of in a state of shock.”

The Logans retraced their steps back to the house where Addison bought the camera to see if any clues surfaced, but the individual who sold the camera said he didn’t recall where he’d gotten it, or even how long he’d owned it. The man was not familiar with either person in the 30-year-old photo. In fact, it was said the neighborhood didn’t even exist then, reported the Wichita Eagle.

So how the photo ended up at that place and time where Addison would find it is a complete mystery.

The secrets held by the camera will remain unknown, but the family is amazed with the find. It is even more valuable because not many pictures of Scott remain in existence, the family had lost many of their photos in a flood a few years ago, reported the Los Angeles Times.

“It’s one of those things that it almost touches me the more I see how much it touches other people,” Blake Logan said. “When you have faith, you believe they’re always with you and when you see signs like this, it kind of reaffirms that.”

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A good case of synchronicity and spirit contact, it seems, and definitely an example of the underlying reality that exists outside of time and space and cause and effect.

Here’s a link to the story.

The cone of uncertainty is the strange shape you see in the graphic above. It’s one of those terms with which most people in South Florida are familiar. It means the predicted path of a hurricane becomes less certain the farther out in time you go and if you fall within the cone, you need a keep an eye on the news and check in regularly with the National Hurricane Center. You’re not supposed to focus solely on the broken black line that is the predicted path of the hurricane. This hurricane, by the way, is actually Tropical Storm Isaac, which as of 11 PM on August 23, is not yet a hurricane.

But today, August 24, marks the 20^th anniversary of Hurricane Andrew, a category 5 hurricane that slammed into Homestead, Florida, in 1992, with recorded wind gusts as high as 177 miles an hour. – 282 km/h.  Andrew was a small, compact storm that intensified rapidly.

I remember that I was in a drug store, picking up a prescription, when I saw a special weather alert about the storm on a TV behind the pharmacist’s counter. I saw the words Category 5 and that our area, just 70 miles north of Miami, fell within the cone of uncertainty. I rushed home and Rob and I started putting up our hurricane shutters – aluminum panels that took hours to install.

In those days, we had the Internet, but it was mostly message boards and bore little resemblance to the Internet in the 21^st century. I don’t think the National Hurricane Center was even online back then. Hardly anything was online. Our daughter was just three at the time, so that night we all slept in one room, with the cats positioned in their usual spots. I heard wind and rain during the night, but nothing extraordinary. We woke up the next morning, still had electrical power, and our only damage was a downed papaya tree.

There wasn’t any news out of Miami until Dan Rather got down there a few days after the storm hit, then the full horror of the storm’s damage became apparent. At that time, it was the costliest hurricane ever and remains as one of the strongest to ever hit the U.S.

Now and then, in a grocery store, a coffee shop, restaurant, the gym, we meet someone who made it through Andrew by hiding in a bathtub, beneath a staircase, under a mattress. Someone who lost everything. After Andrew, people left the area in droves and moved farther north.

The hurricane seasons runs from June 1 to November 30, with a peak in late August and early September. So why would anyone, with any sense of weather history, schedule a convention on any coast in Florida during the peak? If Isaac, as a tropical storm or a Cat 1 hurricane, comes anywhere near Tampa during the Republican convention, as its predicted path indicates, any evacuations will be disastrous.

The locale of the convention is prone to flooding. With more than 70,000 delegates, protestors and media in attendance, where would that many people be evacuated to? Highways will be congested,  hotels will be booked solid, it takes hours just to get out of Florida and that’s if you have any gas in your car.

Andrew changed a lot of the construction laws in Florida, particularly in terms of roofs and windows. After all, if your roof goes, so does the rest of your home. If your windows shatter, you’re screwed. Now, if  you don’t have Andrew compliant roofs and windows, if your home isn’t constructed of concrete, your homeowners’ insurance is prohibitively expensive. After Andrew, more than a dozen insurance companies went bankrupt and many more fled the state.

After the 2004 hurricane season, when we were besieged by storms that seemed to crop up every two weeks, we bought a generator. It powered the fridge and a small TV and could charge cell phones, laptops. But we spent 10 days without electricity, in temps that reached the mid-90s during the day and not much better than that at night. I did a laundry by hand and put the clothes on the bushes to dry in the sun. When the heat became too much, we opened the fridge and just stood in front it, letting the cold air waft over us.

We live on a sentient planet. I first realized this when I saw Hurricane Andrew on a satellite photo and suddenly understood it possessed a kind of consciousness, that it, like all natural phenomena, spoke to us through signs and symbols. Right now the Republican party is in chaos, struggling to redefine itself, and how fitting that Isaac, whether it’s a tropical storm or a hurricane, will probably impact the convention in some way.

Like attracts like.

It’s going to be interesting. Stay tuned.

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.

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 6^th 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