Mercury Retrograde Snafus

Posted on October 16, 2021 by Trish and Rob

Usually, I don’t ask people how their Mercury retrograde unfolded. But this one has been so weird, that I’m going to ask. Here’s why.

In the Pacific Northwest time zone, this retro start at 10:10 PM on September 26. Here in the East it started on September 27 at 1:10 AM. On that Sunday morning, a toilet in our house stopped filling with water, so it wouldn’t flush. For about a week before this, it had been happening off and on, so Rob bought a new hose to the outside water and for a while, the toilet behaved. But on that Sunday, the first day of the retro in the east, it became clear we needed a new toilet.

At some point that first week of the retro, Rob installed the new toilet. I looked at this and ask myself, Okay, what the hell did that mean? Does something need to be eliminated from my life?

During the second week of the retro, I ran into a major problem with the word press site I was building – namely, I don’t know squat about code. Should I go sign up for a class i this stuff?

It’s  not a good idea to plan a trip during a retro, but oh well, that’s what I did. Our car schedule is still in flux. Originally, the goal  was to see my sister and her family in Georgia, our writer friends Hilary and Jeff in North Carolina, then come home. But now we’ve got side trips to Asheville, Helen, and Charleston, South Carolina,  where our buddy Nancy Pickard lives. Merc retro often brings old friends back into our lives.

I started my astro forecast for November early this month. The written version was done by October 13, but the recorded version has run into one glitch after another. One day my cell’s recorder didn’t work right. Another day the dogs started barking or traffic outside was loud or the birds were singing too shrilly. Stuff like that.

Friends at the dog park have reported communication and travel snafus.

Mercury turns direct in Libra on October 18 at 11:17 a.m. Eastern and at 8:17 a.m. Pacific.

It can’t happen too soon for me.

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A geographic synchronicity

Posted on October 14, 2021 by Trish and Rob

Take a look at this map. Notice Australia in red. Way to the left and up into North America, that jut of land at the bottom is Florida. The distance between West Palm Beach, Florida  and Melbourne, Australia is 9,719 miles. This synchronicity makes a good case for  how the phenomenon is quantum in nature. It doesn’t require physical proximity to occur. – Trish

Rob’s story:

When we recently interviewed Rick Bettua for The Mystical Underground, I marveled at one point at how unlikely it was that I (Rob) would ever meet Rick and edit his survival memoir. We’re from different background. He spent 32 years in the U.S. Navy as a diver, then retired to Australia where lives with his wife and two boys. So he was living on the other side of the world, 14 hours ahead of Florida time.

In fact, we most likely would never have met if a six-hundred pound, twelve-foot-long bull shark hadn’t attacked him while freediving on the Great Barrier Reef and shredded one of his legs. He barely survived and in his months-long recovery, he decided to write the story of not only his survival of the shark attack, but of numerous other near-death encounters as a Navy diver. Eventually, that lead him to a British service where he could hire a ghostwriter/editor to help him complete the book. That’s where I met him.

So two people of diverse backgrounds with a writing project in common. But we were to discover an incredible synchronicity. One day, in an exchange of emails I mentioned something about our trips to Sugarloaf Key in the Florida keys. He answered that he was surprised that I even knew about Sugarloaf Key and mentioned that used to have property on the island. I answered and told him that the literary agent we had for years had a house at the end of Flyfish Lane on the water, and he allowed us to stay there whenever it was empty.

Rick wrote right back with a few choice words of astonishment. The property he owned was adjacent to the house where we stayed! What are the chances of that. In fact, Rick had planned to retire there and build a house, but Monroe County decided there would be no more construction on Sugarloaf Key and paid him the same amount that he had paid for the property.

We recall Al, our agent, telling us about the moratorium on construction and that no one could build next to him. But that changed one year when someone with money to spare came along and offered the county $75,000 for their environmental fund as long as the county allowed him to build on that lot. Rick contacted a lawyer when he heard about it, but ultimately he was told there was nothing he could do about it.

So it’s a synchronicity combined with a tale of woe. But only temporarily one because Rick is very happy living in Queensland close to one of the best places for diving in the world. He’s even free diving again less than a year after the shark attack.

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Margaret Atwood: Precog

Posted on October 12, 2021 by Trish and Rob

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We’ve been finishing up our new book The Shift: Reports from The Mystical Underground. In one chapter we write about the kinds of precognition writers experience. Let’s take Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale.

The novel was written in 1987. If you haven’t read it or seen it on TV, it’s any woman’s worst nightmare. Infertility is rampant. The totalitarian government rounds up the small minority of women who are fertile, then they are assigned to affluent families whose wives are infertile. These fertile women, handmaids, are kept in line by Aunts, older women as despicable as the government, and are forced to have sex with the man in the respective families to whom they’re assigned. The sexual act takes place with the wife at the handmaid’s head, her hands gripping the handmaid’s shoulders, her movements mimicking the thrusting motions of her husband. When the handmaid gets pregnant and gives birth, the infant belongs to the wife.

A handmaid doesn’t have a normal name. Instead, she’s called OfFred, OfJoe, OfRick…the name of the man who heads the family to which she has been assigned. In other words, the dude owns her.

The novel came to TV on Hulu in the early days of the Trump administration and, according to Rolling Stone, “was heralded as an allegory for our times.” As Atwood told Rolling Stone in the May 19, 2021 issue: “My ever-present question, since I was born in ’39, is: If there were to be a totalitarianism in the United States, what would it look like? What would be the slogan? What would be the excuse? Because they all come in with: “We’re going to make things so much better, but first, we have to get rid of those people.”

When she was asked how she viewed the rise of Trump, she noted that he followed the playbook. “The big propaganda lies, the replacement of people in pivotal positions in the judiciary — because every totalitarian regime controls the judiciary. The attempt to subvert the Constitution, the attempted coup.”

These motifs, she said, have happened repeatedly throughout history. “Totalitarian regimes also try to seize control of the media or at least to eradicate the idea that the media can’t be trusted as a source of information. Then they replace that with other sources that are telling you there are blood-drinking Democrats in the cellar of a pizza parlor that didn’t have a cellar.”

As the Trump administration put migrant children in camps at the border, as they separated children from their families, as they dismantled the government from the bottom up, Atwood undoubtedly cringed and lost sleep. “It was either Hitler or Goebbels who said if you tell the big lie often enough, people will believe it. Make the lie big and make it often. We saw that. And it’s not a question of left or right — so-called left regimes have done the same thing. It’s a question of totalitarianism or not totalitarianism.”
Tessa Stuart, who wrote the article for Rolling Stone, asked Atwood where we stood now as a country in the post-Trump era. Her response is depressing, that we’re in a moment of crisis in this country, where there are a number of possible political futures. “How people react to these things now is going to determine what kind of ‘the future’ we have in, say, two, three, four, or five years. It has never been any different. We’re in a moment, much like the Thirties, in which things [are] pretty polarized.”

And now, of course, the situation has gotten worse – the abortion ban in Texas, the laws that suppress voting, trump’s hold on the republican party of sycophants, cowards, and morally void individuals, most of them aging white men. The republican party has become, as one friend said, “A death cult.” And it looks as if they’re leaning toward autocracy with trump as their king, their dictator, their version of the world’s worst tyrants – Hitler, Mussolini, Franco, Putin, Pinochdet, Chavez, Maduro…

In December, we’ve having Danish astrologer Adrian Ross Duncan on the podcast  to give us his overview of 2022. My list of questions is growing!

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The Mystical Underground: Melissa Kay Benson: VO In The MU

Posted on October 10, 2021 by Trish and Rob

A new episode of The Mystical Underground is live! “Melissa Kay Benson: VO In The MU”:

Join Trish and Rob for a conversation with…

Melissa Kay Benson is an audiobook narrator from New Orleans, Louisiana. She started acting in kindergarten and has never stopped. Her acting background in local theaters and her love of audiobooks led her to her career as a narrator.
She says the name of her game is strength and persistence in everything she does. Narrating audiobooks allows her to flex her acting muscle every day.
She particularly loves the tension of a thriller, the intimacy of a memoir, and the educational aspect of nonfiction narration.
Her educational background in medical massage therapy and intensive anatomical studies, including the performance of human dissections, lends itself well to medical narration with anatomical and biological terminology.
Finally, she is a passionate Masters CrossFit athlete. Nothing builds mental fortitude like tough physical training, and she applies that strength to her work, producing audiobooks from auditions, book preparation, narration, editing, and more.

Also, Mellisa reads a selection from Trish’s book “The Seventh Sense.”

https://mkbenson.com

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Joe’s Encounter

Posted on October 8, 2021 by Trish and Rob

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our friend, Melissa, was staying with us recently for a  weekend and mentioned that her cousin, Joe, told her about an encounter he had in 2019. I was immediately interested, so she put us in touch with each other. That photo was part of what Joe sent – how the night looked when his experience happened. This description is what he wrote that night when he got home.

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Hello Trish

This is what I wrote down when I returned to my home.  I was so anxious and nervous I couldn’t go to sleep and I wanted to write everything down when it was fresh in my memory. As I mentioned before I have changed to what I thought was spiritual to an alien encounter. Instead of originally thinking the first entity I saw was the same guy I now believe they were two separate aliens. What happened to the shorter first one I don’t know since I lost sight of it when I walked around the S.U.V.

The following statement is my own personal
observation of an event that occurred to me on January 26, 2019.

On Saturday night at approximately 11:45 pm I was leaving ____________ restaurant where earlier I had met with some friends of mine and had dinner. I had no alcoholic beverages to drink since I had driven by myself and I was afraid of getting a DUI. I have never ever had that type of conviction before and I didn’t want to take any chances. My friends all left and I stayed behind to talk to the bartender and one of the waiters that were closing everything down. I was holding a small bag of recyclable bottles in my left hand and my keys to my pick-up truck in my right hand. The restaurant is about a 30 minute drive from my home in New Fairfield Conn. I had stayed till after closing time.

I left the restaurant by myself and went out of the main front entrance. While walking down the steps I saw off to my right side a short person who had his back to me and was wearing a dark blue or black hooded jacket with the hood up that covered his head. He was down below me between the porch and shrubbery area on the grass. I thought that was odd since there were no other customers left and why would anybody be there to begin with. As I stepped off of the last step I walked around a S.U.V. that was parked to my right side of the front stairs. The S.U.V. had blocked my vision for a few seconds and thus I had lost sight of this guy.

After I walked fully around the S.U.V. I immediately became walking side by side with this person about 10 feet away from him.

He was now walking a little bit ahead of me and was much taller and thinner than I originally thought.  Approximately 6′ 2 to 6′ 4 in height. I knew that this person was not a prior customer since there was no one like this that was there at the restaurant when I left.

My next thought was perhaps it’s just a guy coming off of the street or had walked from the train station and was going to the Shell gas station to buy something. The gas station was open and had its florescent lights on.  He was walking very briskly on the edge of the parking lot and on the grass next to the Belgium block curbing.

He appeared to be first wearing black pants that were creased down the front and flared out near the bottom. He had black shoes that were shinny and pointed towards the toes.

What seemed very unique was his posture. He was leaning forward with his head and shoulders slightly bent over his body. His arms were straight down and not moving at all as he walked.I didn’t see his hands since they were inside the pockets of his coat.

The coat was about 3/4 in length with the hood up over his head. I could not see his face nor could I tell what race he might be.

I yelled out to him to see what his response might be in an upbeat and non – threatening way: “Hey man where are you going baby” ?

As I drew even closer to him he started walking faster.  When he was opposite to the low curb torch lights and the other lighting from across the street it illuminated his area below his knees very clearly.

Now while I had the added bright lights I realized his shoes were not black but medium brown in color. The eyelets or grommets were a bright gold metallic color that had brown shoelaces tied off in a bow. He had on reddish brown socks and now his pants were light brown in color.

I am still looking at him from the side. He was taking very quick but small scissoring steps but not moving over too much distance and I slowed down too.

At this point I had a weird feeling that something isn’t normal; it doesn’t feel right.

Next he reached the slope side of the grass area right past the restaurant’s handicap ramp.
I was now within 5 feet of him and the area became very dark.

It was here that I saw him completely fly up and get stretched out and elongated into the air at about a 45 degree angle.  He seemed to blow apart into a transparent blue and grey exploding bubble clouds.

I vividly saw only his left leg with that shoe on it which was bent at the knee fall into an empty slit in the air. Just like it was suctioned up into that slit in the air.  At about this same time I could see other body parts fly up in a fan shape around and underneath the bubble clouds. They were traveling from left to right and up towards the upper roof of the restaurant.

It next seemed like in an East to West direction the rest of all these body parts went and then transformed into hundreds of brilliant white dot like tiny blinking stars as they approached the outside perimeter of the clouds. Next appeared blue lines of radiated streaks of light that were above the clouds and twinkling star dots and came from the South towards the North in direction.

I became mesmerized and frozen by watching this radical scene unfold in front of me. Next above all of this in the middle of the upper sky appeared a small rectangle that was in the middle of the electric blue streaks of light. A picture like frame that moved towards me and became bigger and bigger the closer it came to me.  It eventually looked like a large window with shapes and colors that were intense, three dimensional and indescribably beautiful. It resembled a sunrise or sunset but with deeper and richer colors of red and yellow. It had in its foreground and in the lower right corner a robin’s blue colored sphere.

I viewed this scene with a feeling of peace and tranquility.  Which was the complete opposite of the event which had happened right before this one. It was a place that was not part of our world we live in. It was perhaps a dimension that cannot be explained. This
window or maybe doorway felt like maybe it was the entrance to heaven. A place I could not cross over and enter into yet.

At this time from where the rectangle appeared to me in the sky to the final enlargement lasted I would say about ten seconds.  Next the rectangle toppled over into the cloud formation and within three to five seconds everything totally collapsed and imploded so quickly and then into a black hole.  Everything disappeared and was completely gone!

This implosion was totally silent with no noise, wind, smell, what-so-ever. I would estimate that this whole sequence of events from start to finish happened within a minute or two. That’s all.

Everything was gone and just an eerie stillness was left as I gazed up at a dark thick hazy night sky. It was like nothing ever happened.

Next I immediately ran down to my pick-up truck that was parked towards the back side of the restaurant.  All along looking back to where I just witnessed this occurrence.

Frank, one of the workers, was leaving to go home. He stopped when he saw me and rolled down his window. I frantically shouted out asking him if he saw anything that I witnessed. He said no. He hadn’t seen anything. I told him I thought I just saw a ghost or full bodied apparition and told him what happened.

I next threw the bag of recyclable bottles I had taken from the restaurant that I had been holding into the back of the truck. I drove up to the front of the restaurant. I parked right next to the S U.V. that I had walked around and saw Jake, (one of the waiters) and Will, (the manager) and emphatically told them what I had seen happened. They were locking the front door from the porch and were leaving.

I swear and would under oath that what I saw happened is the truth. To see a full bodied man walking near you, you would never think that it was not a real person. I never would have gotten that close to him (it) if I thought it was a ghost or spirit. Furthermore, I definitely would have also videotaped it as well. But I didn’t think it was anything unusual despite what it turned into.  My biggest regret was not taking a video of what happened.

This occurrence was totally unreal, shocking, and life as I have known it will never be the same for me. It was frightening and became spiritual near the end when the rectangle appeared.

My problem now is how to deal with all of this. For me this seems to be a random occurrence.
I was at the right place and at the right time by mere chance. All of which I can not stop thinking about.

I have more questions to ask and nobody I know right now can answer any of them. I don’t understand why I was the one who saw all of this happen. Perhaps a man or spirit going to heaven ?

I clearly remember asking him ” Hey man where are you going baby” ?  Was I the cause of his radical and graphic departure ?

How can I make sense out of something that just doesn’t make any sense at all. I have not told a lot of people about this. However I do  feel an obligation and a sense responsibility to have this in writing of what happened to me. I would also talk about this occurrence to anyone who is interested in my story regardless if they believe me or not.

Signed:
Joe Killian
New Fairfield
Connecticut

 

 

 

From Joe about the image below:

“Here is what I drew out for you to put into perspective of what I saw right before the implosion into the black hole right in front of me on 1/26/2019. The entities body parts were blown apart into the bubble clouds right before this.  Plus his whole left leg with his shoe on had already been sucked up and into a slit in the sky to the left side of this picture.
It seemed to me that his energy and solid matter was transfered into the small florescent tiny stars to the upper right side of the picture.

The electric blue streaks of light appeared next to the upper left and right side. Next a very tiny thumb nail sized rectangle came up towards me. The red on top yellow bottom with the light blue sphere inside of it.  As it gradually grew more larger it stopped above me and collapsed into the clouds and the tiny stars. The tiny stars would constantly appear and then fade out then appear and fade out. There were hundreds of them doing this random burst out and fade out sequence right before the implosion occurred.”

 

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A Synchronicity with Aliens in the Backyard

Posted on October 6, 2021 by Trish and Rob

 

We first posted this story in 2014 and I happened to run across it today while going through some files on my computer. It’s a great example of how synchronicity can bring people back into your life whom you haven’t seen or heard from in years but who played a pivotal part in your past.

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This sequence of synchros concerns one of the first – perhaps THE first- abductee we ever met, Don Estrella.

Don retained partial memories of an abduction that occurred one Halloween while he was wearing a pirate’s costume and his companion was dressed as a clown. We wrote about his abduction in Aliens in the Backyard:

 It was the mid-1980s and Don was essentially lost and homeless. We were intrigued by his colorful background. He had worked as an assistant to author John Keel at the time Keel was delving into the chilling Mothman saga in West Virginia, which later became a book, Mothman, and in 2002 a movie, The Mothman Prophecies, starring Richard Gere.

Estrella reveled in telling stories related to the giant red-eyed flying beast. He had also worked in a clerical position at the United Nations, where he started a UFO club. He recalled that then-UN secretary-General U Thant had sent someone from his office to attend the initial meeting.

Curious about his abduction experience, we persuaded Estrella to undergo a hypnotic regression with psychiatrist Dr. Bethhold Schwarz, of Vero Beach, Florida. The author of UFO Dynamics, Schwarz had interviewed or regressed hundreds of contactees or ‘UFO observers,’ as he often called them.

During the session, Estrella recalled a bizarre scene in which he was abducted on a North Virginia highway on a Halloween night, while he was wearing a pirate’s costume and his companion was dressed as a clown. They never made it to the Halloween party. The engine in their car died and wouldn’t start. That’s when three small beings appeared and escorted them to a waiting circular craft. They joined seven or eight other abductees standing in line in an obvious stupor.

 Estrella sobbed throughout the regression as he described being taken aboard, placed naked on a table, examined and probed. While those procedures are now common descriptions by abductees, Estrella also recalled seeing strange symbols on the interior wall of the craft. During hypnosis, he drew several of the alien symbols.

While Estrella was haunted for more than two decades by his experience and seemed lost because of it, author, researcher and Harvard psychiatrist John E Mack pointed out that some abductees have experienced physical healings and spiritual transformations as a result of their abductions. Estrella apparently developed psychic abilities in the aftermath of his experience and, as we recall, was happiest sitting in a restaurant with a cup of coffee and a cigarette and giving free readings to the waitresses. He was fairly talented at tuning into near-future events and reading a person’s past.

Over the years, we wondered what had happened to Don. Then last week, we received an email from Raum, a writer and UFO researcher in Massachusetts, who had experienced a synchronicity that had prompted him to write us. In the subject heading of his email were the words: Don Estrella.

Hello Rob and Trish,

Synchronicity abounds!  A couple of weeks ago my significant other (Ruth) and I had been discussing Don’s condition as he’d recently been hospitalized.  That evening I picked up my Kindle and I happened to be reading “Aliens in the Backyard” when I exclaimed to Ruth, “Hey, these ‘synchno’ writers are writing about Don!”  Was a complete surprise. 

I read the three or four pages of you reiterating what you remember of his case.  There were a few, more or less, insignificant errors but I was bowled over seeing his name out there with what I know about the man. I’d love to hear Schwartz’s tape of their session.  Before Schwartz died Don wrote and asked him for a copy of the tape, to which I understand he complied, but I never did hear it myself.

I was fortunate enough to have Don as a close friend until he dropped out of our lives a few years back.  Ruth liked and understood him, now visits in the nursing home daily as he named her as his proxy.  She today mentioned your names to him and he remembered you.  His mind is confused and groggy but old memories die hard as I’m sure you know.

We’ve traded a number of emails with Raum and learned that Don had helped Ruth uncover her memories of repeated abductions since age 10. We also discovered that Don was actually in hospice and wasn’t expected to live very long. We sent Raum a copy of Aliens in the Backyard to give to Don. Then, on November 18, we received another email from Raum:

Hello Trish, As I just wrote to Rob, Don passed on at 4:03 this afternoon.  Ruth was there holding his hand —she was in hospice with him as she has been since early yesterday with hardly a break.  For me, her selflessness to Don is for him being our friend—but more than that, a fellow abductee,  a man of love and peace. He’s a reminder there are good people in the world.  With him we saw other realities.

The book we’d sent him arrived the day after Don  died.

In a subsequent email from Raum, he nailed the synchros  beautifully:

Hi Trish,

The more one thinks on it, the more incredible this ‘meaningful coincidence.’  A ‘syncho couple’ (you) receives the very thing that you have written two books about.  A researcher (me) happens to be reading a book on UFOs that you wrote several years ago which included a story about a ‘psychic experiencer'( Don ) who, because of his UFO experiences, becomes the focus of this ‘serendipitous coincidence’.  Unfortunately this also involves his last act before leaving this plane of existence permanently.  His proxy, the researcher’s ‘other half’ who is herself an abductee, had been brought through hypnosis into this UFO realization (among others) years ago by ‘the psychic experiencer (Don).    The ‘braiding’ is exquisite.

RIP, Don. Many thanks for all the fascinating insights you shared!

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Part of me wonders if this is an example of spirit contact.

 

 

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The Mystical Underground: Rick Bettua: Sharks And Synchronicities

Posted on October 3, 2021 by Trish and Rob

A new episode of The Mystical Underground is live! “Rick Bettua: Sharks And Synchronicities”:

Join Trish and Rob for a conversation with…

Rick Bettua, who served thirty-two years as a U.S. Navy diver. He finished his career in 2008 as a command master chief petty officer and master diver, then returned for another three-year stint as an advisor, retiring in 2011.

In October 2004, he became the Navy’s command master chief of salvage diving, and in that role, he managed the world’s largest and most diverse diving command with more than 250 personnel operating throughout the Pacific and Indian Oceans as well as Iraq and Kuwait. I should add that Rick and I have co-authored a book, called BREATHE, which is about Rick’s survival story—or actually many survival stories throughout his career and afterward. After Rick retired, he moved to Queensland, Australia. He’s married and has two children.

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The Random Rat

Posted on October 2, 2021 by Trish and Rob

 

During the height of the pandemic, we had a mouse problem. Our cats would catch mice in the yard, bring them into the house, and the mice would get loose and hide. Eventually, we got rid of them. They either died or, when possible, were released.

Recently, we noticed that bananas and plantains in our fruit bowl were being nibbled at during the night. “We’ve got mice again,” Rob announced, and started setting out traps. It quickly became became evident that what we had this time was smarter than the average mouse.

This critter avoided traps, the lure of bits of cheese, and one night I glimpsed him scampering behind the toaster oven on our counter. He was too fast to get a sense of his size. The next morning, I remarked that the mouse might be tapping into Rupert Sheldrake’s morphic field to avoid entrapment.

So we decided to set up our spy camera in the kitchen, directed at the bowl of fruit, For the next two nights, the camera caught the critter – a rat, not a mouse – leaping onto the counter, checking out the bowl of fruit, then diving in. When I showed the video to our neighbor, she identified the rodent as a roof rat.

I was going to buy sticky paper and put it around the bowl of fruit so the critter would get stuck. But my neighbor talked me out of it. She’d seen a mouse trapped on the stuff and said it was awful, the animal struggling, squealing, in the middle of the night. No, thanks. So I bought a 99% guaranteed mouse trap, moved all the fruit to the fridge, cleared the counter, and aimed the camera.

The first night, the critter came out at 1:45, checked out everything, avoided the traps, and scampered up the wall and vanished through an opening between wall cabinets. Unfortunately, the video no longer appears on the camera footage. Rob blocked the space between the cabinets, so we’ll see what this guy does next.

I looked up the esoteric meaning of rats:

When a Rat appears as your Spirit Animal, the creature often brings a message about your career. Rat’s arrival in your awareness urges you to ask yourself, “Have you gotten lazy? Or are you working too much and forgetting hearth and home?” In either case, Rat comes prepared to help you by offering foresight and adaptive ability while directing change toward a creative solution.

Well, we’ll see.

When I told Rob I was writing a post on this rat critter, he laughed. “It’s random.”

Really?

P.S. Tonight, several months after I wrote this post, our cat, Beo, leaped through the open window in my office with qa giant rat in his mouth. Hey, guy, look what I caught! Fortunately, the rat was dead and we scooped it up and put it in the trash.

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The Chopstick Synchro

Posted on September 30, 2021 by Trish and Rob

 

Rob and I have been working on a project for a gaming company – the CEO is in Istanbul, the other two employees are in Amsterdam. They’re creating a mobile app that takes place in a Japanese diner.

Originally, there were going to be 4 characters and a female chef. They asked for a story by October 1 that could be told in 1,000 words. That meant each character needed a back story that could be woven somehow into a front story. We created two versions of back stories, but they thought the stories were “too dark.” They said the story should be lighter, with “trending lifestyle” material that can be woven into a light mystery.

1000 words is about 4 manuscript pages. Yesterday morning when Rob woke up, he had the word chopsticks in his head. Suppose, he says, these chopsticks are environmental hazards of some sort? So I googled chopsticks. The very  first link  was about the environmental hazard that chopsticks are.

The Surprising Dangers of Chopsticks

I had no idea that chopsticks were a hazard.  So we created a story around it and they went for it and asked for a second mystery within the story.  This is one of those synchronicities that involve creativity and dreams. Chopsticks was from a dream Rob had been having, but the word was the only thing he recalled. & that word was all that mattered. So this is a synchro where creativity and dreams coincided.

Next time you reach for chopsticks, keep in mind that about 80 billion pairs of chopsticks are produced yearly. That’s about 20 million trees annually that are used and is why more than 10,000 square miles of Asian forests are are disappearing each year. When many of these disposable chopsticks are produced, harsh chemicals are often used – acid, bleach, hydrogen peroxide, paraffin, sulfur dioxide. They can leach out when dipped into hot liquids.

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Eclipse…a dog story

Posted on September 28, 2021 by Trish and Rob

This is Eclipse. Every day she leaves her house, by herself, and takes the bus downtown to the dog park where she spends a couple of hours getting exercise and making friends, and then she takes the bus back home again. She even has her own bus pass attached to the collar.

It started when her owner, Jeff Young, was taking too long when the bus arrived, so she impatiently ran ahead and got on the bus by herself. The bus driver recognized her and dropped her off at the dog park, and later Jeff caught up with her. After several more trips by herself, Jeff started letting her go on her own, and she always comes back home a couple of hours later.

All of the bus drivers know her and she makes them smile, and many of the regular passengers enjoy seeing her every day and will often sit down next to her. Even the police have given their approval as long as the bus drivers are okay with the arrangement. “She makes everybody happy.”

Great dog story!

 

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