On January 9, we spent a delightful hour talking with Alexis Brooks of Higher Journeys and Conscious Life News.
Mind-Blowing Synchronicities
aliens in the bsckyard
The Shift: Reports from the Mystical Underground
White Crows
A Lucid dream or OOBE?
Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish between an out of body experience and a lucid dream. Usually, the distinguishing factor is that the dreamer is aware of leaving the body and can look back and see his or her sleeping self, but feel consciously awake and separate. A lucid dream creates the same ‘wakefulness’ and allows the dreamer to control events in the dream. But that dream scenario is usually far different from the waking world, whereas someone who is out of body typically experiences what appears to be the normal familiar settings…unless he or she soars off into the cosmos.
Dale Dassel recently sent me what he called a lucid dream, but it seemed very similar to an OOBE to me.
For background, Dale and his father had just returned home to Georgia from a trip to east Texas when Dale had the dream. They’d been looking for a house near where they lived for 16 years in the Jefferson/Longview area of east Texas. As they headed home, Dale made a detour to take a look at their old family home in a wooded neighborhood. He thinks the visit to the house was a catalyst for the dream.
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“I was standing at the top of the driveway (the house is on a hill), where the concrete pad slopes down towards side yard. Instead of the hedgerow bushes (as seen in the photo), the edge of the concrete was bordered by a wood-textured fence painted in glossy beige paint. That was obviously a dream element, because such a fence has never existed there in real life. I walked over to it, then reached out both hands (fingers wide) and touched the fence. And I could really feel it! I could feel the nubbled surface and thick paint.
“Then I suddenly realized that I was in one of those dreams – where I could explore at will, do anything. The ultimate virtual reality. The imagery was vibrant and ultra-clear. In my excitement I tried to turn around to look at the house, but I moved too fast and I lost my focus on the world. Everything flared ultra-bright white, like looking directly at the sun, and I felt myself momentarily detach.
“I struggled to maintain my hold on the dream, and the scene quickly re-materialized. I turned around and looked across the driveway at the house. The car port wasn’t there, and I saw the outer screen door side entry (the back door), right beside the brick chimney. Everything looked exactly like it did when we lived there! The sun was shining and the sky was beautiful blue. It was late dawn, probably about 9:30 in the morning.
“A tremendous wave of elation overcame me and I rushed towards the house, opened the door, and stepped inside to the kitchen. The wood-paneled walls, cabinets, bar, wall decor were all exactly like it was before, but it was a blur because I saw the familiar figure of Mom sitting in the chair at the kitchen table. She stood up and turned as I came approached. She was beautiful, younger and cancer-free.
“My heart soared with joy. She smiled at me, and I threw my arms around her in a loving embrace. I think I was crying, but the experience was so powerful that I can’t remember now. But I could feel her – the familiar shape of her body, just as real as touching my own hand right now. It was wonderful – pure elation – the strongest emotion possible. It was so moving and powerful that the dream dissolved and I felt my body as I lay in bed, warmly tucked under the covers.”
Having had only one other lucid dream (in March 2013), I can verify that it was the exact same sensation – I could feel my physical body lying in bed, numb and tingly, vibrating on some low frequency, while my consciousness was ultra-vivid and clear. The dream imagery was incredibly bright and vibrant, like an over-saturated photo exposure, and I could literally, physically feel whatever I touched. It was unbelievably real.
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Dale is convinced it was a lucid dream, because the house is no longer exactly like it was when he lived there. Yet, he also could’ve been out of body and visiting his deceased mother in an after-death reality where she lives or visits a house that is exactly like the one where they’d lived. Would a lucid dream be any less real? When you move into alternate realities, it seems the distinction between those two states blurs.
Two dogs named Tome
Here’s a startling dog synchro that comes from Connie Cannon.
“Yesterday I was watching Law & Order from 2pm to 3pm. In that episode, there was a suspect whose mother owned a dog named “Tome,” pronounced “to Me”. I have never heard of that name or word except that my friend Ron has an Australian Shepherd whom he named TUME, pronounced the same way. As I watched the show and heard the TV dog’s name several times, of course I thought of Ron and his TUME. She was his constant companion, accompanying him everywhere he went, and especially on his big boat.
“Ron called me a little while ago. He was planning to come by and visit with me but I’m too unstable today, so he drove on back to Orlando and phoned me from the vehicle. He told me that his TUME had transitioned. She was 14 and had been very ill. He had her all her life and even though he knew for awhile that she had little time, he was of course devastated.
“He had her cremated, and brought her ashes up here yesterday, took her ashes to her favorite spot on the waterway, and a friend gave a beautiful eulogy and they spread Tume’s ashes across her favorite water place. IT WAS AT 2:30 pm, exactly the time I was watching the TV show that had the pup named To-me in it.
“It wouldn’t be so astonishing if the name wasn’t so unusual. But how many times have you heard of a dog or pet named TO-ME or TUME???
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That is an odd name for a dog. We once had a blogger who visited us regularly and called herself Toumai….as in Two May. Her name was May and she thought she had another May, an invisible double, living inside her. In other words, two me’s.
Fire Synchros
On January 9, I was fixing myself a turkey burger. A large lid covered the smaller pan where the burger was cooking away in olive oil. Rob and I were talking about our appearance that night on Coast to Coast and I was also telling him that the person for whom I’m ghostwriting a book was getting fired up about it.
Suddenly, flames shot up from the frying pan, tall flames. Unlike what you see at a steakhouse, these flames were NOT controlled or deliberate. The smoke alarm shrieked and I grabbed the pan’s handle, tossed it in the sink, turned on the water. Neither of us got hurt, it was just startling.
Rob and I just looked at each other. “Wow, what’s that mean?” I exclaimed.
“What were we talking about?”
“Coast to Coast and the ghostwriting project – how the client is getting psyched.”
In this instance, it seems that our conversation was symbolically manifested in physical reality.
Later that evening, we both napped for awhile before Coast to Coast, where we were scheduled to appear from 3-5 am. I finally got up at 11, unable to sleep, and as I went into my office, the large floor lamp went out. It’s been acting up lately and getting a new lamp has been on my list of stuff to do.
I changed the bulb and suddenly there was a tremendous popping sound and flames shot up through the inside of the lamp. Fortunately, they were contained within the metal pole and visible only where the pole connected to the glass lampshade. I blew out the flames and quickly unplugged the lamp and took it out of my office.
So that’s two fires within less than twelve hours. No injuries, just surprise! I know what the first fire meant. But I’m clueless about the second one. Except. During the Coast to Coast show, George Noory asked what our next book was and suggest one on telekinesis. Ah, I thought. A firestarter!
Today, January 11, I went out and bought a new lamp.
Tapping into the Future Through Creativity
Sometimes, novelists use their writer friends in their books. In U R Mine, my friend Nancy Pickard isn’t just a bestselling writer who owns a bookstore, she owns the coolest bookstore in town – Oxford Books. The protagonist holds a private painting event as her bookstore.
Nancy, who is reading the book, emailed me today:
I just got to my bookstore!! I’m so excited. A few minutes later, she emailed again:
I have a writer friend, Randy Russell, who named the a character in his first book after his best friend. In the book, the character got shot and killed. In real life, some months later, the friend got shot though not killed. Randy hasn’t named characters after people since then! You didn’t kill me in this book, did you? : )
I assured Nancy that I hadn’t killed her in the novel and never would! I was struck by Randy’s experience. Nancy recommended that I email him and ask if her recollection is correct. He said it was correct and his email is so rich with this kind of thing that it’s the subject of a post for another day.
What happened to Randy – tapping into the future through creativity – is the focus of one of the chapters in our book Sensing the Future. It’s about how writers, artists, musicians, and others who work in creative fields, often tap into the future through their work. It’s one of my personal favorites.
The chapter includes an experience that Nancy had related to her novel The Virgin of Small Plains. It was published in 2006 and the experience happened five years later.
The story takes place during a blizzard in Kansas in 1987 and centers around the discovery of the naked body of a teenage girl and the dark secrets surrounding her murder.
“This happened in Abilene, Kansas, but before I tell you what happened there, I’ll tell you what happens in the book. In The Virgin of Small Plains, our heroine goes with three women friends to a restaurant for lunch in the small town. As they travel there, they’re aware of severe storm warnings. At the restaurant, while they’re seated at a round wooden table, one of them looks out the windows and notices that the sky has turned seriously ominous. She tells the others, and they all get up and troop to the windows to look.
“At that moment, a tornado warning siren blares. The women hurry to the restaurant basement with the rest of the customers, except for our heroine, who hangs back to stare at the boiling clouds.”
Now here is the precognitive part of this. Nancy and three friends were en route (in real life) to Abilene to have lunch at The Kirby House, a popular spot. They’re aware that severe storm warnings have been issued. At the restaurant, they’re seated at a round wooden table. Nancy looks out the window and notices that the sky has turned seriously ominous.
In real life, Nancy mentions the sky to her friends and they all hurry to the windows to look. At that moment, a tornado warning siren blares.
Everyone except for Nancy hastens to the restaurant basement with the rest of the customers. Nancy hangs back to stare at the boiling clouds. And then it hits her and she exclaims, “Wow, this is just like in my book!”
Notice the words in bold in both the fictional and real-life versions of the story. The details don’t just dovetail; they’re identical. In real life five years after the book was published, Nancy becomes the heroine in her novel. She does exactly what her character does.
A skeptic might argue that Nancy imbued her protagonist with elements of herself, so yes, of course it makes sense that the fictional character would act like she would. But what about the external conditions? A trip for lunch to another town with three female friends, the round table at which they sit, the storm warnings en route, the glance out the window at the scary sky, the tornado warning sirens, and everyone but the heroine makes it into the basement.
Sensing the Future is published today! And the good news is that we all have the ability to do this.
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Join us on Coast to Coast
We’ll be on Coast to Coast tonight to talk about Sensing the Future with George Noory. 3-5 am Eastern, Midnight – 2 am pacific. Hope to see you there!
The Trump Zone
When I saw this pic Dec. 31, I was aware of course that the image spoke for itself. Yet, I thought what could Rod Serling be saying. When I woke up on New Year’s Day, I thought what if everyone was waking up and it was Jan. 1, 1917! That would be a surprise. Then I realized I had the answer to what Rod Serling might be saying.
“He told his ardent followers over and over, ‘Let’s make America great again. Let’s make America great again.’ And after a big New Year’s Eve bash at his Florida mansion, he and everyone who voted for him woke up the next morning, and it was Jan. 1…1917.”
So I put that up on FB, and a few minutes later, I was looking at the television listings and was puzzled that there were no bowl games. Usually, New Year’s Day features the Rose Bowl, the Sugar Bowl and the Cotton Bowl. But there was none of that. Had I drifted into another reality?
Then I noticed that the SyFy Channel was showing nothing but episodes of the The Twilight Zone, one after another.Dee-dee, dee-dee. Dee-dee, dee-dee!
I did find out that the bowl games were pushed back a day, because they the college bowls didn’t want to compete with the NFL, which was featuring the final games of the regular season. So I guess I’m still in the same reality, one that’s going to get pretty strange later this month.
Johnny Smith saw the future
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I was taking Megan to a garage to pick up her car and she was just finishing THE DEAD ZONE, by Stephen King that was published 37 years ago. The story features Johnny Smith who fell on the ice and hit his head when he was six and was later in a car crash that put him in a coma for four years. When he came out of it, he could see future events.
As we approached the shop, Megan said: “Dad, listen to this.” It was a passage in which Johnny has written a letter to this father. In it, he says:
If Stillson becomes president, he’s going to worsen an international situation that is going to be pretty awful to begin with. If Stillson becomes president, he is going to end up precipitating a full-scale nuclear war. I believe that the initial flashpoint for this war is South Africa. And I also believe that in the short, bloody course of this war, it’s not going to be just two or three nations throwing warheads, but maybe as many as twenty—plus terrorist groups.
Stillson is on the fast-track to become president. He’s an arrogant, boastful businessman and huckster, who wears a hardhat—remindful of Trump’s baseball hat—to attract working class supporters. His detractors, including Johnny, consider him dangerous. If Stillson is elected, Johnny picks up that he will be America’s last president.
Megan googled ‘Greg Stillson Donald Trump’ on her phone to see if others had noted the comparison. She didn’t even need to put in Trump’s name. It came right up with Stillson, and there were several choices of blogs and websites writing about the comparison.
There was even a tweet from…no, not Trump, but King from earlier this year: Populist demagogues like He Who Must Not Be Named aren’t a new thing; see THE DEAD ZONE, published 37 years ago.
I don’t think there’s any question about who King was referring to in that tweet. Trump was on the rise knocking off competitors one after another. Megan was finishing the book just a couple of days after Trump was tweeting about expanding America’s nuclear capacity just as Russia’s Putin was saying the same for Russia. Putin is dangerous and crafty. He’s now worth an astonishing $85 billion, even though his salary is the equivalent of $137,000 a year. Yet, like many others, I’m more concerned about nukes in the hands of a Trump, a man who has repeatedly shown how easily offended he is and how he always feels a need to strike back.
Johnny glimpses the end of the world when he shakes hands with Stillson and knows he had to do something to stop him. He fails, but inadvertently Stillson’s reaction reveals his willingness to sacrifice others, even children, for his cause—a weakness that turns into his downfall.
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Some Synchro Guidance for the New Year
Our daughter Megan was home for Christmas and we were just starting a game of Scrabble. While I was waiting for Megan to make the first move, I looked at my cell phone where I’d earlier been playing a similar game, Word with Friends. It was my move and I made the word: FOUNT. Just then, Megan made her move. Her word: FOUNTS.
A fount is defined as a source of a desirable quality or commodity. Amazingly, we’d both come up with the same word. We were a fount of synchronicity! A good sign for the new year.
Here’s a list of scenarios in which synchronicities can happen. During the coming weeks and months of 2017, see how many of these scenarios play out in your life. The list was adapted from comments in a review of Bernard Beitman’s book, Connecting with Coincidence.
- You get a message or an email from someone you were just thinking about.
- An ad or a product in a store solves a problem you have, even though you weren’t looking for it.
- You watch a movie or TV series that has a story that mirrors your own current issues.
- Strangers in public talk about things you have been reflecting on your life.
- You encounter someone who is able to assist you related to a recent challenge.
- You receive an inspiring message that comes to you at the appropriate time, possibly positive words that help you achieve your goal or resolve a problem.
- Incredible timing. One thing after another comes your way with perfect timing. It seems that everything is perfectly aligned.
- Signs appear in your environment that provide you a needed message.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
