An Alien Named ‘Oumuamua’

 

When Harvard Professor John Mack took up the cause of alien abductees and attested that their experiences were real, he infuriated academia with his claims and was met with harsh criticism. Even though he was a tenured professor, head of the psychiatry department of the Harvard Medical School and winner of the Pulitzer Prize, in 1994, Harvard carried out a 14-month investigation of his research, but ultimately backed away from dismissing him. They somewhat sheepishly concluded that Mack could conduct research any subject he liked. Ten years later, and after publication of two books of alien abductions, he was killed in London when he was struck by a drunk driver. For a fascinating interview with Mack by PBS, look here.

Now, decades later, mainstream science continues to snub research into UFOs and alien visitors. The taboo makes any scientist pursuing the subject immediately suspect. The latest scientist to step into the UFO/alien academic target zone is another highly accredited Harvard guy.

Avi Loeb is the longest-serving chair of astronomy at Harvard, has published hundreds of pioneering papers, and has collaborated with greats like the late Stephen Hawking. That makes him difficult to dismiss outright.

In his new book, “Extraterrestrial: The First Sign of Intelligent Life Beyond Earth, Loeb spells out the reasons he believes an object named ‘Oumuamua — “scout” in Hawaiian—that passed through the solar system in 2017 is an alien object. He also takes on the scientific mainstream’s unwillingness to look at the subject.

“The correct approach is to be modest and say: ‘We’re nothing special, there are lots of other cultures out there, and we just need to find them,'” Loeb said in an interview with Agence France-Presse, published Feb. 6.

The facts are as follows, as spelled out in the article.

In October 2017, astronomers observed an object moving so quickly, it could only have come from another star — the first recorded interstellar interloper.

It didn’t seem to be an ordinary rock, because after sling shotting around the Sun, it sped up and deviated from the expected trajectory, propelled by a mysterious force.

This could be easily explained if it was a comet expelling gas and debris — but there was no visible evidence of this “outgassing.”

The traveler also tumbled in a strange way — as inferred by how it got brighter and dimmer in scientists’ telescopes, and it was unusually luminous, possibly suggesting it was made from a bright metal.

There are two shapes that fit the peculiarities observed — long and thin like a cigar, or flat and round like a pancake, almost razor thin.

Loeb says simulations favor the latter, and believes the object was deliberately crafted as a light sail propelled by stellar radiation.

In order to explain what happened, astronomers had to come up with novel theories, such as that it was made of hydrogen ice and would therefore not have visible trails, or that it disintegrated into a dust cloud.

“These ideas that came to explain specific properties of ‘Oumuamua always involve something that we have never seen before,” said Loeb.”If that’s the direction we are taking, then why not contemplate an artificial origin?”

Discovering there’s intelligent life beyond our planet could be the most transformative event in human history — but what if scientists decided to collectively ignore evidence suggesting it already happened? Asks the French news agency in the article.

Writing in Forbes, astrophysicist Ethan Siegel called Loeb a “once-respected scientist” who, having failed to convince his peers of his arguments, had taken to pandering to the public.

Loeb, for his part, protests a “culture of bullying” in the academy that punishes those who question orthodoxy — just as Galileo was punished when he proposed the Earth was not the center of the universe.

For the complete story, look here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Mystical Underground: Janice Carlson: Soul Sensing

A new episode of The Mystical Underground is live! “Janice Carlson: Soul Sensing”:

Join Trish and Rob for a conversation with…

Janice Carlson holds a Bachelor of Science degree in Communications and Secondary Education. After years spent as an advertising copywriter, she authored 15 novels for New York publishing houses under her fiction-writing penname: Ashland Price. Then, in 1992, Janice accidentally discovered her ability to communicate with the dead. Since that time, she has done thousands of afterlife communications sessions for clients throughout the United States, with a money-back guarantee of contact.

Her recent book, SOUL SENSING: How to Communicate With Your Dead Loved Ones. received a glowing 4-Star review from the San Francisco Book Review, as well as raves from scores of radio and podcast hosts throughout America. In addition to being a psychic, Janice is one of the very few mediums in the U.S. that offers a money-back guarantee of contact with deceased loved ones and friends.

www.janicecarlson.com

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A Life-After-Death Essay Contest

Las Vegas space entrepreneur Robert Bigelow has announced an essay contest in which he is giving away nearly $1 million as the inaugural activity for his newly-founded organization, the Bigelow Institute for Consciousness Studies (BICS).

Bigelow is famous for his entrepreneurial endeavors in regards to paranormal research such as Skinwalker Ranch and government-contracted UFO research through Bigelow Aerospace’s Advanced Space Studies (BAASS) program. He founded the consciousness organization in June of last year. It’s part of Bigelow’s life-long goal to create a research organization dedicated to answering the question of what happens to us when we die? Do we survive death and, if so, what’s it like on the other side?

The essay contest is intended to raise public awareness “for the Survival of Human Consciousness topic and to stimulate research,” according to the competition’s webpage. The goal for applicants is to write an essay that summarizes “the best evidence available for the survival of human consciousness after permanent bodily death.” Bigelow will award the the top three essays, with first place receiving $500,000, and second and third places receiving $300,000 and 150,000, respectively.

According to the BICS website, competition entries are expected to employ a focus on scientific evidence and include both “objective and subjective supported documentation as gathered,” including older documented cases, photographic or electronic data, validated and authenticated human experiences, and other relevant literature and sources.

The deadline for entries is August 1, 2021. They will be judged by a panel of renowned experts, including forensic neurologist Christopher C. Green MD PhD; journalist and author Leslie Kean; Rice University Professor of Philosophy and Religious Thought Jeffrey Kripal, PhD; theoretical physicist Harold Puthoff, PhD; University of California Irvine Professor of Statistics Jessica Utts PhD; and survival of consciousness expert Brian Weiss, MD. The winners of the competition will be announced on November 1, 2021.

If you are interested, you need five years of related experience and you are required to apply to write your essay by Feb. 28. More info at http://www.bigelowinstitute.org

That’s an interesting challenge, especially since objective and subjective evidence are included. The problem, at least up to this point, has been that mainstream science tends to see all supposed evidence of life after death as subjective, misinterpretation, or fraud or hoax. But with this panel of judges, who are attuned to consciousness research, the results should be interesting.

https://www.mysterywire.com/mysteries/bigelow-institute-for-consciousness-studies-bics/

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And how’s your merc retro going?

Every Mercury retrograde is different. Some impact personal and professional relationships, cars and travel of all sorts. Others make a mess of technology. And some bring up old issues – like the impeachment of trump and whether or not he’ll be convicted for inciting violence at the capitol on January 6.

But all Merc retros have several things in common: life gets bumpy in one or several areas, old issues surface, miscommunication is the norm. Anything with moving parts is screwed up. If you sign a contract, you’ll revisit the terms. Best to revise, review, reconsider.

So far, Mercury retrograde in Aquarius for us has brought a shortage of firewood instead of toilet paper and paper towels. Our winter here in Florida has lasted longer this season, weeks instead of days when the temps were cold enough to build a fire in your fire pit. When I wore three layers of clothes.

Ten days into this retro, appointments have changed, revisions are underway, I’ve had to change passwords several times. I’ve also had technical issues with my computer, phone, and our podcast.

Today, we were supposed to talk with Davina Kotulski, a clinical psychologist, author, and life coach. When she called our Skype number shortly before 1 p.m. ET, she got a busy signal. Since the number belongs to the podcast and none of us were using the number, our producer and tech wizard said, “Ask her to call back in half an hour.”

The upshot is that we re-scheduled for a date after the retro ends – March 1.

For other people, the technology stuff seems to be a biggie. One friend, Paula, had to buy a new iPhone because water seeped inside her iPhone 11 and basically killed it. I always recommend that people don’t buy electronics during a retro period. But, let’s face it. These days we pretty much live on our phones. We need our phones even in Mercury retros.

During one retro, our washing machine broke down. Since I had no desire to use a laundromat for three weeks or go without clean clothes, I bought a new washing machine. It’s never been quite normal – it grunts and groans at times and makes a lot of noise.
During another retro, I signed a contract and the project was screwed up from the second I put that pen to paper. During another, I bought a car from Carmax and sold it within a year. I hated the stick shift.

But some Mercury retros bring old acquaintances and friends back into your life. And most of the time if you travel during a a Merc retro, you return to your destination at a future time.

Gemini and Virgo are ruled by Mercury, the archetypal trickster that governs communication, travel, and anything with moving parts. They may feel these retro more strongly than other signs. But, we all experience this energy in some area of our lives.

The good news? The next Mercury retro won’t happen again until May 29 at 6:34 p.m. EDT. It ends on June 22 at 6 p.m. After that, the third and final retro of the year – circle September 27 at 1:10 a.m. and it ends on October 18 at 11:37 a.m.

In between, make as much progress as you can.

 

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New Moon in Aquarius

New moons are always a time for celebration. They usher in new opportunities according to the sign and house placement in your natal chart. But this one has an additional bonus- Jupiter and Venus are exactly conjunct in Aquarius and Mercury retrograde is closely conjunct to both of them.

Translation? New opportunities surface in your love life, creativity, income, and perhaps in overseas travel (pandemic permitting) and in publishing and and communication. There may be a delay, though, until after Mercury turns direct on February 20.

Check out the February forecast in the masthead to find out what this new moon means for you.

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Entanglement

 

Synchro expert Philip Merry doesn’t classify synchronicities. He just urges people to use them in their personal and professional lives to advance their careers and personal evolution. He recognizes their value as guides, indicators, muses.

As he points out, For three centuries, the scientific world has been dominated by the Newtonian paradigm, which says “that humans are separate from each other and that the world is ruled by linear mechanistic thinking. But the quantum revolution in the 20th century changed everything and quantum mechanics revealed that we live in a world where people are essentially energetically entangled. Synchronicity connects us to that quantum world.”

Just how deep do such connections extend?

Ask Anthony Hopkins. When he was researching his part for the film of George Feifer’s The Girl from Petrovka, he searched London bookstores for a copy of the novel. He couldn’t find one. He went into Leicester Square subway station to catch a train home and there, lying on a bench in the station was the book.

What are the odds? And what are the odds that the synchronicity would resume two years later when Hopkins was filming in Vienna and greeted by Feifer? The author mentioned that he no longer had a copy of his own book and told Hopkins he’d lent his last copy to a friend who had mislaid it somewhere in London. Feifer added that it really annoyed him because he had annotated that particular copy.

At this point, Hopkins probably felt he’d fallen down a rabbit hole. But imagine how Feifer must have felt when Hopkins handed him a copy of his own book. “Is this the one?” Hopkins asked. “With the notes scribbled in the margin?”

This story beautifully describes what Perry means when he says, “We live in a world where people are essentially energetically entangled.”

This kind of synchronicity is in a class of its own, Mind-Blowing.

 

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The Mystical Underground: Rob MacGregor: The Way Of Astro – Yoga

A new episode of The Mystical Underground is live! “Rob MacGregor: The Way Of Astro – Yoga”:

Join Rob for a reading from “The Lotus and The Stars : The Way of Astro-Yoga.”

The Lotus and the Stars intertwines the disciplines of yoga and astrology, allowing your body ultimately to become a vehicle for transforming your life. You will discover how to draw on the energies of the various sun signs and the planets through specific yoga postures, including instructions for personalizing workouts.

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#137 – and Connecting with Coincidence

 

On February 4, the 12th anniversary of this blog, I joined a Zoom meet-up organized by Bernard Beitman. It consisted of participants from different countries who write about, research, or study synchronicities . This  monthly meet-up is part of Beitman’s Coincidence Project, which studies the nature of synchronicities. We shared our ideas and observations about synchronicity, then were paired off with one of the other participants  for synchronicity activities.

Toward the end of the meet-up, the woman in charge of Zoom announced that Beitman’s podcast, Connecting with Coincidence, would begin again soon for the second season. His first season  consisted of 137 episodes.

I exclaimed, “Wow! That’s the DNA of light!”

“It is?” someone asked.

In Deciphering the Cosmic Number: The Strange Friendship of Wolfgang Pauli and Carl Jung, author Arthur I Miller talks about the number 137 – a prime number – and its significance for Pauli. He describes it as the “DNA of Light.” And that’s a perfect description of Beitman’s 137 podcast episodes of Connecting with Coincidence.

Wolfgang Pauli was a theoretical physicist who was nominated by Einstein for a Nobel. He won the prize in 1945 for the “exclusion principle,” which involves spin theory and the periodic table of chemical elements and atomic structure. Thanks to Einstein, who called Pauli his successor, Pauli was offered permanent positions at Columbia and at the Institute for Advanced Study.  In 1946, he was granted U.S. citizenship and could have stayed in the United States just as Einstein had chosen to do. Instead, Pauli returned to Zurich partly because he missed his good friend Carl Jung. The two eventually began collaborating on a study of synchronicity.

Pauli was also known for his connection with the number 137,  one of the unsolved mysteries of modern physics, the value of the fine structure constant . It’s a prime number – a number that can be divided by 1 and by itself. Or, put another way, a prime number is a positive integer that cannot equal the product of two smaller integers.

The number became so puzzling to physicists that the famed Richard Feynman, who won the Nobel Prize in 1965 for his contributions to the development of quantum electrodynamics, said that physicists should put a sign in their offices to remind themselves of how much they don’t know. The sign would be simple: 137.

This number confounded Pauli for much of his adult life. When at the age of 58, he entered the hospital for routine surgery and discovered he would be in room 137, he reportedly told a friend: “I won’t get out of here alive.” And he didn’t. He died before he could be released.

So whenever 137 comes up for you, think of it as the DNA of light. Take note of what you were doing or thinking before it occurred.

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An Incredible Reunion

Here’s a story of how an unlikely coincidence–an amazing synchronicity–that led the  re-union of a husband and wife who were separated during World War II. The story appeared in the book above. Thanks to Jane Clifford of Wales for send it to us.

Marcel Sternberger was a methodical man of nearly 50, with bushy white hair, guileless brown eyes, and the bouncing enthusiasm of a czardas dancer of his native Hungary. He always took the 9:09 Long Island Railroad train from his suburban home to Woodside, N.Y.., where he caught a subway into the city.

On the morning of January 10, 1948, Sternberger boarded the 9:09 as usual. En route, he suddenly decided to visit Laszlo Victor, a Hungarian friend who lived in Brooklyn and was ill.

Accordingly, at Ozone Park, Sternberger changed to the subway for Brooklyn, went to his friend’s house, and stayed until midafternoon. He then boarded a Manhattan-bound subway for his Fifth Avenue office. Here is Marcel’s incredible story:

The car was crowded, and there seemed to be no chance of a seat. But just as I entered, a man sitting by the door suddenly jumped up to leave, and I slipped into the empty place. I’ve been living in New York long enough not to start conversations with strangers. But being a photographer, I have the peculiar habit of analyzing people’s faces, and I was struck by the features of the passenger on my left. He was probably in his late 30s, and when he glanced up, his eyes seemed to have a hurt expression in them. He was reading a Hungarian-language newspaper, and something prompted me to say in Hungarian, “I hope you don’t mind if I glance at your paper.”

The man seemed surprised to be addressed in his native language. But he answered politely, “You may read it now. I’ll have time later on.”

During the half-hour ride to town, we had quite a conversation. He said his name was Bela Paskin. A law student when World War II started, he had been put into a German labor battalion and sent to the Ukraine. Later he was captured by the Russians and put to work burying the German dead. After the war, he covered hundreds of miles on foot until he reached his home in Debrecen, a large city in eastern Hungary.

I myself knew Debrecen quite well, and we talked about it for a while. Then he told me the rest of his story. When he went to the apartment once occupied by his father, mother, brothers and sisters, he found strangers living there. Then he went upstairs to the apartment that he and his wife once had. It also was occupied by strangers. None of them had ever heard of his family.

As he was leaving, full of sadness, a boy ran after him, calling “Paskin bacsi! Paskin bacsi!” That means “Uncle Paskin.” The child was the son of some old neighbors of his. He went to the boy’s home and talked to his parents. “Your whole family is dead,” they told him. “The Nazis took them and your wife to Auschwitz.”

Auschwitz was one of the worst Nazi concentration camps. Paskin gave up all hope. A few days later, too heartsick to remain any longer in Hungary, he set out again on foot, stealing across border after border until he reached Paris. He managed to immigrate to the United States in October 1947, just three months before I met him.

All the time he had been talking, I kept thinking that somehow his story seemed familiar. A young woman whom I had met recently at the home of friends had also been from Debrecen; she had been sent to Auschwitz; from there she had been transferred to work in a German munitions factory. Her relatives had been killed in the gas chambers. Later she was liberated by the Americans and was brought here in the first boatload of displaced persons in 1946.

Her story had moved me so much that I had written down her address and phone number, intending to invite her to meet my family and thus help relieve the terrible emptiness in her life.

It seemed impossible that there could be any connection between these two people, but as I neared my station, I fumbled anxiously in my address book. I asked in what I hoped was a casual voice, “Was your wife’s name Marya?”

He turned pale. “Yes!” he answered. “How did you know?”

He looked as if he were about to faint.

I said, “Let’s get off the train.” I took him by the arm at the next station and led him to a phone booth. He stood there like a man in a trance while I dialed her phone number.

It seemed hours before Marya Paskin answered. (Later I learned her room was alongside the telephone, but she was in the habit of never answering it because she had so few friends and the calls were always for someone else. This time, however, there was no one else at home and, after letting it ring for a while, she responded.)

When I heard her voice at last, I told her who I was and asked her to describe her husband. She seemed surprised at the question, but gave me a description. Then I asked her where she had lived in Debrecen, and she told me the address.

Asking her to hold the line, I turned to Paskin and said, “Did you and your wife live on such-and-such a street?”

“Yes!” Bela exclaimed. He was white as a sheet and trembling.

“Try to be calm,” I urged him. “Something miraculous is about to happen to you. Here, take this telephone and talk to your wife!”

He nodded his head in mute bewilderment, his eyes bright with tears. He took the receiver, listened a moment to his wife’s voice, then suddenly cried, “This is Bela! This is Bela!” and he began to mumble hysterically. Seeing that the poor fellow was so excited he couldn’t talk coherently, I took the receiver from his shaking hands.

“Stay where you are,” I told Marya, who also sounded hysterical. “I am sending your husband to you. We will be there in a few minutes.”

Bela was crying like a baby and saying over and over again. “It is my wife. I go to my wife!”

At first I thought I had better accompany Paskin, lest the man should faint from excitement, but I decided that this was a moment in which no strangers should intrude. Putting Paskin into a taxicab, I directed the driver to take him to Marya’s address, paid the fare, and said goodbye.

Bela Paskin’s reunion with his wife was a moment so poignant, so electric with suddenly released emotion, that afterward neither he nor Marya could recall much about it.

“I remember only that when I left the phone, I walked to the mirror like in a dream to see if maybe my hair had turned gray,” she said later. “The next thing I know, a taxi stops in front of the house, and it is my husband who comes toward me. Details I cannot remember; only this I know—that I was happy for the first time in many years…..

“Even now it is difficult to believe that it happened. We have both suffered so much; I have almost lost the capability to not be afraid. Each time my husband goes from the house, I say to myself, “Will anything happen to take him from me again?”

Her husband is confident that no horrible misfortune will ever again befall the. “Providence has brought us together,” he says simply. “It was meant to be.”

Skeptical persons will no doubt attribute the events of that memorable afternoon to mere chance. But was it chance that made Marcel Sternberger suddenly decide to visit his sick friend and hence take a subway line that he had never ridden before? Was it chance that caused the man sitting by the door of the car to rush out just as Sternberger came in? Was it chance that caused Bela Paskin to be sitting beside Sternberger, reading a Hungarian newspaper’

Paul Deutschman, Great Stories Remembered, edited and compiled by Joe L. Wheeler

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The Firewood synchro

Everyone knows about shortages of toilet paper and paper towels. In South Florida, there are still long empty shelves in grocery stores where in the paper product aisle. But have heard about a shortage of firewood?

That might be a local issue. But here in Palm Beach County, firewood disappeared around the first of the year from all the places where it’s usually readily available. Ace Hardware always has firewood, same with Publix, Home Depot, Lowe’s. Nobody buys firewood in the summer here so the stock of wood never changes for months–summer is about eight months long here. But it all disappeared after our second or third “cool spell,” temps in upper 40s, 50s.  Maybe it’s because we’ve had more cooler weather this winter. Hard to believe that covid would affect firewood supplies, but then again more people are staying home…and some are burning wood in fireplaces, stoves, and…like us…in outdoor fire pits.

We kept looking for weeks. We even looked when we were in Orlando visiting Megan. So think there. No wood, at least not in the Publix. So how did I get that wood in the pic above?

Synchronicity, of course. I accidentally clicked the Offer Up app and what did I see but a pic of a huge pile of firewood. In particular, it was cherry wood and was advertised for using in barbecues and it was expensive.   I wrote the seller and found out that he also sold regular firewood. We agreed on a quantity and a price and the next morning I met him at an intersection in the  nearby rural community of Loxahatchee. Not sure why we met there, but we did and we transferred the firewood from his pickup to my SUV.

End of story. Synchronicity leads me to firewood. Probably the fact that both Trish and I were focussed on finding firewood and talking about how it had disappeared that created the circumstances that “accidentally” led me to a source of firewood.

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