Happy birthday, Buddy!

Posted on October 20, 2021 by Trish and Rob

Today my dad, whom we ultimately called Buddy after Megan was born, would have been 108. Born on October 20, 1913 in Quincy, Illinois, one of five siblings, he grew up during the great depression. His childhood wasn’t ideal. He was the third of six kids – three sons, two daughters, one brother killed in WWII.

In the midst of the depression, he was living in Tulsa, Oklahoma, a numbers guy unable to find work, so he and his older  brother, Joe, applied for accounting jobs with Standard Oil in Venezuela. I think he was 25 or 26 at the time. Standard Oil’s subsidiary, Creole, hired him and Joe.

I think Joe and his wife Rosie, traveled to Venezuela first, then my dad followed in 1937 and settled in an oil camp in the town of Las Salinas, on the shores of Lake Maracaibo, which contained large reserves of crude oil.

When WWII broke out, my dad signed up and his travels sent him all over the world. On a leave in Tulsa, he met my mother on a blind date and six months later, on December 12, 1941, they were married. He returned to Venezuela with my mom. I mention this because to do this back then required guts. You essentially became expatriates who worked for an American company in a foreign country that was as wild as the wild west in this country in the 1800s.

And there, my sister and I were born, attended American schools, learned the language, the culture, and were always guided by our parents’s values. Work toward what you love, love what you do, love the people who are closest to you, be honest in all you do.

In the early 60s, I remember standing on the balcony of our apartment, watching a procession of cars fleeing the country, the dictator – Perez Jimenez – in one of those cars with $13 million embezzled from the government. He settled in Miami Beach. Not long afterward, Venezuela nationalized the oil industry and droves of Americans, including my parents, left the country. It was November 1963, a turning point in my life.

We have returned to Venezuela twice since then. In 1987, Rob and I traveled there with my parents and experienced a powerful synchronicity that was one of the earliest we posted on this blog. hWe even found the house in the oil camp where we’d lived in Maracaibo, the city where my sister was born.

We returned when our daughter was old enough to windsurf with Rob on the island of Margarita. In the years since, Venezuela has fallen into a black hole. Greed is to blame – not socialism, not the Republican talking points. This country, because of its natural oil resources, has always been prone to corruption.

In the 1990s, my mother developed Alzheimer’s, we had to put her in a facility, and my dad eventually moved in with us. Those years were pretty dark, involved a move to a larger house so everyone could have a room, and in retrospect what stands out for me is CHESS. My dad had been playing chess since he was a kid, and he and Rob, then he and Megan, played almost nightly. My dad never went to college. But he was a member of MENSA and Megan definitely follows suit.

Buddy died in late September 2005, just five years after my mom, a few weeks short of his 92nd birthday. He was tired. He had Parkinson’s. His wife had been dead for five years. He was in an assisted living facility in Georgia where my sister was the head nurse. A few weeks earlier, I had shown him a video of Carol Bowman’s interaction with James Leiniger, a young kid who reportedly remembered his life as WWII pilot. At the end of he video, my dad was crying. “That’s the most convincing evidence I’ve ever seen for reincarnation.” I believe that video   released him.

So, dad, happy birthday. And thank you and mom for all you did back then and since…

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The Queen of Hearts

Posted on October 19, 2021 by Trish and Rob

The magazine, Psychology Today, underwent a revolution of sorts over the past 10-15 years. The magazine used to focus on hard-core Freudian anti-paranormal psychology. Any articles about synchronicity and other aspects of the paranormal were written by skeptics, non-believers, writers who would refer to synchronicity as a pattern-seeking tendency of some of us. The bottom line was that the patterns were meaningless, it didn’t matter how many 11:11s you saw in a single day or week. Silly you.

Then along came article or two suggesting that people who took synchronicity seriously weren’t necessarily deranged or in need of counseling, but they were expressing a growing belief system, one that was not grounded in science.

But then the old guard must’ve been swept out of office, or at least they couldn’t control the on-line version of the publication which was blooming with new life, and a new perspective. Bernard Beitman, a psychiatrist associated with the University of Virginia, began a column on synchronicity and described himself as the only psychotherapist since Carl Jung to take a deep search of the subject and told of his own experiences.

But Beitman wasn’t alone. Other writers and researchers were seeing the same light. One of them was Gregg Levoy. Here’s a fascinating column by Levoy that appeared in the Dec. 17, 2017 issue of Psychology Today.

“I used to be a reporter for the Cincinnati Enquirer, back in my 20s, and for roughly half of my decade-long tenure there I kept hearing a call to quit and become a freelance writer, a decision I largely ignored for years because it was Scary Stuff.

“However, after years of trying to ignore this call, the signs pointing toward it took on a whole new tack. This is how it began:

“I was driving home from work one day, listening to a song on the radio called Desperado, by the Eagles, and as I pulled up to the curb in front of my house, the last line I heard before I turned off the car was “Don’t you draw the Queen of Diamonds, she’ll beat you if she’s able; the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet.” I turned off the ignition, opened the door, stepped my foot onto the curb, and there at my left foot was a playing card—the Queen of Hearts.

“I just sat there utterly dumbfounded, and wondering, of course, what it meant?

“When I mentioned the incident to a friend that evening, she said, with an extravagant quality of assuredness, that when you’re on the right path, the universe winks and nods at you from time to time, to let you know. She also said that once you start noticing these little cosmic cairns, once you understand that you’re on a path at all, you’ll begin to see them everywhere. It’s what happened, she reminded me, when I bought my Toyota and suddenly started seeing Toyotas everywhere.

“I didn’t know I was even on a path, I told her, much less whether it was the rightone. I simply found myself unable to make heads or tails of the episode, and ended up filing it under “Unexplained Phenomena,” along with esp, deja vu, spoon-bending, water-witching, spontaneous remission, and certain incomprehensible acts of human forgiveness.

“But even more remarkable than finding that Queen card when I did, was that over the next two years, as I searched for a sense of clarity (and courage) about this call, I found five more Queen playing cards, in incredibly improbable locations all around the country: a sidewalk in Cincinnati, a conference room in Santa Fe, a sand dune in Cannon Beach Oregon, a mountain wilderness in Colorado six miles from the nearest trailhead. The whole thing made the Twilight Zone seem like Mister Rogers Neighborhood.

“And every time I found another Queen card, the sheer unbelievability of it took another giant step forward, and eventually, it went so far beyond the laws of probability that I only barely hesitate to say that it’s impossible there was nothing more going on here than a statistical aberration. This was orchestrated by something with wits. Which shot my rational view of the universe pretty much to hell.

“I come from a family of scientists, detectives, journalists, non-fiction writers, and New Yorkers—and you don’t get a more cynical bunch than this—and this stuff just doesn’t happen in our universe. And yet, though the phenomenon became more inscrutable with each find, in a way it also began making more and more sense. A pattern—more, a passageway—seemed to emerge.

“I came to understand that this rather profound administering of chance was directing me toward something both my writing and my life needed at that time: more heart, less head. More intuition, less intellect. More of the inner life, the emotional life, the life of the senses. More listening. More of what Carl Jung referred to as the anima, the force of the feminine in a man’s life. And the Queen, of course, is the archetype of powerful feminine energy, which I felt myself being compelled toward by the kind of meaningful coincidence Jung called synchronicity.”

The column goes on at some length about the mystery of synchronicity and is worth reading. Levoy ends the column with this intriguing comment. “No one has been able to fully explain synchronicity, so perhaps you should simply accept it as a wild card and an ordering principle, the height of absurdity and the depth of profundity, and a crack in the door through which you can catch sight of the universe and its mysterious ways.

You can find the complete column at this link.

Gregg Levoy is the author of Vital Signs: The Nature and Nurture of Passion and Callings: Finding and Following an Authentic Life. Gregg will be a guest on our podcast, The Mystical Underground on Dec. 12.

 

 

 

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The Mystical Underground: Christine Clawley: Lucid Awakening

Posted on October 17, 2021 by Trish and Rob

A new episode of The Mystical Underground is live! “Christine Clawley: Lucid Awakening”:

Join Trish and Rob for a conversation with…

Christine Clawley received her MA from Pacifica Graduate Institute in 2015 and became a licensed professional counselor in Colorado in 2018. She is currently a clinician in private practice and has a Jungian and depth-oriented practice in Arizona that helps clients heal from traumatic experiences, as well as supports individuals who have also had near-death experiences or other spiritually transformative experiences.

After overcoming the life-threatening Necrotizing Fasciitis at age 24, she embarked on a journey of healing and self-understanding through exploring various holistic techniques, including a mindfulness practice, meditation, yoga, self-hypnosis, and indigenous healing modalities. Prior to contracting this illness, she received many dreams and messages that foreshadowed her illness. While spending nearly a month in a medically-induced coma she had many dreams that mirrored what was happening to her on a physical, emotional, and spiritual level. Upon awaking from the coma, she experienced increased intuition, empathy, and an increased frequency of lucid and precognitive dreams. These experiences have led her to research topics related to near-death experiences, consciousness, non-ordinary reality, synchronicity, dreaming, and shamanism.

www.lucidawakening.com

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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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