Sagan, the dog

Posted on January 15, 2011 by Trish and Rob
Sagan

Here’s a touching tale about a sad-eyed dog and a synchronistic message contained in an Easter egg. The story was sent to us by Sagan’s former companion Sharon Graham.
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The first time I saw Sagan was in 1996 on Christmas morning.I opened the door to the T.V. room and there was my surprise,a small bundle of white fur with sad eyes and a big red bow.I couldn’t believe what I was looking at.The huge feet on the small body was a sign of things to come.

There is no other breed that loves its family the way a lab does.They are happiest at your feet. Don’t try to tie one out in your yard;you will break his heart and he will let you know with the most pitiful howling.

This dog got in the trash, ate remotes and managed to make us all fools for him. At Easter time, I would hide plastic eggs in the woods behind the house.In the eggs would go dollar bills,candy or scripture verses and the big kids and the grand kids would take off, with the dogs leading ,and hunt for the eggs.One year, after all the eggs were opened,the one with the ten dollar bill was missing.Later, we discovered that the 90 pound lab had found the egg, slinked away to the T.V. room unseen and ripped the bill to pieces.This caper by the big giant went into Easter family lore.

We took Sagan with us when we ran a retreat house on Edisto Island in 2006, and in the surf,chasing Frisbees,he came into his own. He would go until we got tired. He was happiest at the beach.I recall a woman at the beach admiring him and telling me to treasure his time with us as she had just had lost her chocolate lab of 8 years because of a leg tumor.I felt sorry for her but confident that we had a healthy dog that would be part of our family for many years to come.I should have known.

In the fall,I noticed his jaw was swollen and then there was blood.The vet told us it was a grand tumor. Surgery was possible but so were the odds it would come back. In January 2008, I made the decision.The ride to the vets was terrible as anyone knows who has experienced it.The trip home was horrible.The only small comfort was that we still had our older dog, Cooper.

The next day,I took Cooper for his walk in the bare woods as I did every day. It was cold and dreary and I was heavy with loss. As we walked the path, I glanced to the left and there on the top of the brown leaves was a yellow egg.Why hadn’t I seen it before? It was nine months ago that I hid the Easter eggs. I guessed that when I opened it, I would find moldy chocolate.I was surprised when I opened the dirt crusted egg and found scripture. And then, I saw that it was my favorite passage;I used it in the first story I ever wrote about a much loved gift. It is Ps 23: “Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord, forever.” How did I not see that egg for 9 months and then find it on this sad day? Co-incidence?

I am not very smart. My grown children known much more than I do.I am forgetting how to spell words. I no longer know all the capitals of the states.I am a flawed human being.We humans use a tenth of our brains,are finite and limited.We walk with blinders on.The hawk sees much more of the world, the deer hears twenty times better and my son’s beagle gets messages through his nose that we will never know.I will never understand how a hummingbird with the brain the size of a pea can leave my yard, go to Chile for months and then show up in March at the window looking for food.

We dismiss our dreams because Freud told us they have no value.We do not pay attention to our intuition.When goose bumps come up to tell us to pay attention,something important is happening here,we turn away.

We had an Irish Setter that loved all of humanity except for Frank who lived next door.When he would knock to come in,she would growl and bark at him. Did she know that long after she died, he would have a black pit bull, be abusive to it and eventually shoot it in the head?

This I know:on the day when I needed it most,an inspired verse,written down over 2000 years ago,in a land a half a planet away ,came into my hand and gave me comfort.

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The I Ching and Contact

Posted on January 14, 2011 by Trish and Rob

In one of the comments the other day, Sansego mentioned that V was back on TV and he wondered if we were being prepared for contact. Then there are the rumors that Obama may be preparing to announce that ETs have attempted to contact with us. So tonight, with those things in mind, I asked the I Ching: Are we being prepared for contact?
I threw hexagram 13, Fellowship with Man. “True fellowship among men must be based on a concern that is universal. It is not the private interests of the individual that create lasting fellowship among men, but rather the goals of humanity. That is why it is said that fellowship with men in the open succeeds.” The first thing that struck me about this paragraph was  in the open. Does that sound like disclosure? The paragraph continues: “If unity of this kind prevails, even difficult and dangerous tasks, such as crossing the great water, can be accomplished.” The Ching talks a lot about crossing the great water. Perhaps, in this instance, space itself can be the great water. “But in order to bring about this sort of fellowship, a persevering and enlightened leader is needed – a man with clear, convincing, and inspiring aims and the strength to carry them out.”
There was one changing line in this hexagram – nine in the fifth. This one puzzles me. It talks about two people who are outwardly separated, but united in their hearts. They’re kept apart by their positions in life. “Many difficulties and obstructions arise between them and cause them grief. But, remaining true to each other, they allow nothing to separate them and although it costs them a severe struggle to overcome the obstacles, they will succeed. When they come together, their sadness will change to joy.” In my imagination, this becomes an ET love story about two aliens separated separated by great distances. Okay, probably not!  
This changing line results in a second hexagram – #30, The Clinging, Fire. “What is dark clings to what is light and so enhances the brightness of the latter. A luminous thing giving out light must have within itself something that perseveres; otherwise it will in time burn itself out… The twofold clarity of the dedicated man clings to what is right and thereby can shape the world.” But here’s the part that struck me:  “Human life on earth is conditioned and unfree and when man recognizes this limitation and makes himself dependent upon the harmonious and beneficent forces of the cosmos, he achieves success.”
So, did the I Ching answer the question? Are we being prepared for contact? The hexagrams seems to suggest that yes, we are. But the I Ching doesn’t stop there. It appears to be offering advice and insight on what contact will mean for humanity. It seems to indicate that to survive such an experience, we must unite and that we need an enlightened leader to do that. Is Obama such a leader? Is any politician enlightened?
So, back to square one. This is the problem I often have with an oracle that originated in ancient China. Perhaps a master of the I Ching will interpret this! Any takers?
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Quantum Entanglement

Posted on January 13, 2011 by Trish and Rob

This post should probably be called “Quantum Entanglement, Blackbirds, Tucson, and the Magnetic North Pole.” Kinda long, I know. But the more I researched, the deeper the mystery became.
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“Entangled particles are somewhat like twins still joined by an umbilical cord which can be light years across,” wrote Michio Kaku in Parallel Worlds: A Journey Through Creation, Higher Dimensions, and The Future of the Cosmos. “What happens to one member automatically affects the other, and hence, knowledge concerning one particle can instantly reveal knowledge about its pair.” Even if the particles become separated, one particle always knows what the other is doing. Pretty cool, right?  Well, even cooler is that according to an article in Science News, new research that indicates birds may use quantum entanglement to navigate.
Many animals use the minute fluctuations in the Earth’s magnetic field  to get to where they want to go – salmon, sea turtles, lobsters, honeybees, fruit flies. But migratory birds –silvereyes, garden warblers, and European robins – have been studied the most when it comes to this ability. Their avian eyes are lined with a signaling protein, cryptochrome, and it may be that the magnetic fields disrupt pairs of entangled electrons in this light-sensitive protein.
Back in 2006, an experiment conducted in Frankfort, Germany indicated the possibility of a quantum basis for magnetic navigation in migrating birds. Researchers caught a dozen robins that were migrating from Sweden, put them in a wooden room, and “applied small magnetic fields tuned to a frequency that would disturb entangled electrons,” if that was what the birds depended on to navigate.
If. So many scientific theories are predicated on that one word.  Researchers realized that just in case birds actually used an entanglement-based navigation system, then its absence might create a big problem for them. To compensate for that possibility, researchers used a magnetic field that was 300 times weaker than that of the planet, not strong enough to confuse them. But even with a greatly weakened magnetic field, the birds flew around randomly instead of in the same direction.
Recently, physicists at the University of Oxford and the National University of Singapore, took a closer look at the Frankford experiment. They “calculated that quantum entanglement in a bird’s eye could last more than 100 microseconds – longer than the 80 microseconds achieved in physicists’ experiments at temperatures just above absolute zero,” said Elisabeth Rieper, a biophysicist at the Singapore university.
So here’s how it would work. Bird is flying along. Light hits the bird’s eye and the cryptochrome, which kicks out one of the electrons.  The booted electron careens beneath the influence of the earth’s magnetic field, and the protein-bound electron feels that and  the magnetic pull from the rest of the molecule. Quantum entanglement, however, keeps the two electrons linked, so that each knows what the other is doing,  right? “The difference in how the two electrons wobble creates patterns on the retina that the bird can use as a compass.”
Given the recent mass deaths of red-winged blackbirds, starlings, doves,  and other types of birds, keep in mind that all birds have this protein in their eyes.
Now add this fact to the mystery. As reported in physorg.com on January 10, the Tampa International Airport began changing the alignments of its runways to reflect the movement in the magnetic north pole. The primary runway had been designated 18R/36L, which means “the runway is aligned along 180 degrees from north (that is, due south) when approached from the north and 360 degrees from north when approached from the south.”  The FAA has requested that the designation be changed to 19R/1L to reflect the movement of the magnetic north pole. In all, more than 100 sign panels and 40 signs will have to be changed, along with the painted signs on runways.
Right now, the magnetic north pole is headed toward Russia from its current position in Canada. According to a recent article in National Geographic, the magnetic north pole is moving at a fairly swift clip – 25 miles a year. Over the past century, it has moved 685 miles west. Joe Stoner (how’s that for a name!), a paleomagnetist at Oregon State University,says  it could move to Siberia within the next half century. “It’s moving really fast. We’re seeing something that hasn’t happened for at least 500 years.”
Edgar Cayce and other psychics and visionaries over the years have talked about a pole shift, where the magnetic north and south poles reverse. Stoner says this flip-flop last happened about 780,000 years ago and that such reversals have taken place 400 times in the last 330 million years. He says that each reversal takes about a thousand years to complete and that the flip-flop isn’t what’s happening now.
But could this magnetic north pole movement possibly be responsible for the thousands of dead birds that have occurred worldwide in the last two weeks? Could it possibly explain the dead fish. Maybe so.
From an article in the Daily Mail UK: “Another theory is that the rapid movement of the Magnetic North Pole towards Russia may have affected the birds’ innate navigation systems. Inbuilt navigation systems in birds and fish is believed to be affected by magnetism. Scientists have said the Magnetic North Pole is shifting at an average of around 25 miles a year. With birds and fish relying on it to travel to breeding grounds and warmed climes, there are fears that the shifting pole could be confusing the animals, which means they do not migrate in time to avoid cold weather. Tests are being carried out on the dead birds and fish, but results are not expected for several weeks.”
Then there are the esoteric explanations, which are as interesting as the scientific explanations. Take a look at the comments under our post Blackbirds, Blackbirds. One common theme is that these mass deaths may have been, in part, addressing the recent events in Tucson, Arizona.

We live in strange and interesting times.

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Through the Eyes of An Alchemist

Posted on January 12, 2011 by Trish and Rob

from Jung’s Red Book

These illustrations from The Red Book, which Jung called his confrontation with the unconscious, seem appropriate for this story. It’s from D Page, who seems to have experienced her own confrontation with the unconscious. 
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The past two months have been very strange for my husband and I. In October, I was battling my second round of bronchitis. On the 28th, the hot water pipes exploded in our shower while I was standing there. Within 45 minutes, our home was flooded. Within 8 hours, we were evacuated to a hotel 10 miles away. Then things became even stranger: the very day the work on our home was to be completed, the hot water heater exploded on the man who was finishing the tile work in the kitchen. (I am grateful he was not hurt.) 
This created a second flood which covered area of the new floor and walls just completed. It also flooded the only space that wasn’t flooded in the previous incident. Also curious: no personal items (furniture, books, clothes, guitars, computers etc.) were destroyed by the flooding itself. When the work was finally done on our home on December 16, we moved back in. The adventure didn’t end there.
As this drama was unfolding, I was asking myself  “What does this mean?”  Trish MacGregor reminded me to analyze it like it was a dream….and I finally had a “light bulb”  moment. All of it can be explained through the language of alchemy. In particular, the stage of dissolution! Jung wrote several books on the language of alchemy as a metaphor for the individuation process.  
Some of symbols representing the alchemical dissolution process include: whale, fish, toad, dragon, a stag in a forest, flooding, breaking apart, rivers, streams, tears, pools, warm bath, baptism, dissection, dissembling, dismemberment, the near death experience, mid-life crisis, lungs, the color blue, the metal tin. The first alchemical apparatus for use in experiments with water and dissolution were invented by a Jewish alchemist named Maria Prophetissa, sometime before 100 B. C E. Maria Prophetissa is considered a female Hermes (Hauck/1999). Hermes is the mercurial trickster force behind the alchemical process. The alchemical bath has since been called the bain-marie (French for Mary’s bath). This process can be repeated- solve et coagula: dissolve and solidify — several times before it’s done.

Prior to the flooding, I was battling bronchitis, a lung disorder.  I have several problems with my immune systems as well as ME/CFS, so any illness can create complications. The first person on the scene to help me after the hot water pipes exploded was a woman named Mary. When my husband and I first walked into the lobby of the hotel that would be our refuge from the flood, we encountered a giant whale sculpture.

  

The lobby was also decorated for Halloween with pumpkins, skeletons, and skulls. During the first three weeks of our stay, the maid assigned to our room was named Maria. The room was decorated in blue. The view outside the window was of a surrounded courtyard with 3 heated pools. During this period of time, I read The Millennium Trilogy by Steig Larsson. The main chraracter in this trilogy is Lisbeth Salander, aka “the girl with the dragon tattoo.”

During this time, I had 3 dreams about shamans. In one dream, I was traveling over water on a boat in the Florida Everglades. I had 3 dreams that involved structures dissembling. I also had 3 dreams where I was communicating with people who have died. During the 3rd week of reconstruction, the hot water heater exploded, creating more flooding. At this point, we can say that the 2nd process of alchemical dissolution had begun. The day after Thanksgiving, we went down to the lobby. The whale in the lobby now had antlers and a sweater, decorated for Christmas.

Our alchemical whale had become a reindeer/stag. The following weekend, we moved to the fifth floor, into another blue themed room. This time our view was of a steep, forested hill.  It was in this room where I celebrated a mid-life birthday.

During a dissolution phase of psychological alchemy, one finds oneself in a position of having no control over one’s life passage. When my husband and I entered the hotel, we no longer had our own identities. For 6 weeks, we became anonymous. Even the account at the hotel was done by a third party. We became Mr. and Mrs. Page, the displaced couple. We had none of our usual props in our daily lives. Very little belonged to us. We didn’t have our usual daily routines. We were living amongst a sea of anonymous, transient people. Even though we had computers, the hotel had very limited internet contact. The TV had very few channels (unless you paid extra).
Larry’s job was the only thing that remained constant, but even that was effected by the dissolution process. On one particular day, he went work to find corporate personnel in the office. Several of his co-workers were gone, either transferred or let go. There was no warning for this incident.
   
We were going through the dissolution together as a single body: the Sun/Moon, or King/Queen. (Larry and I).  I have a natal (his)Sun/Moon (mine) conjunction in astrological charts.) We were removed from our collective body, our home, and taken to an anonymous bardo, or transition state, while our body (home) was dismembered and reconstructed. This is similar to a shamanic dismemberment & initiation. The point of this whole process is to learn to live in the moment. 
Just this… Now.
We were finally able to move back in to our home on Dec 16. The alchemist would ask at this point: “Will the newly constructed vessel be able to contain without leaking?“
On December 21st, there was rare eclipse (sun/moon, or king/queen)– last seen in 1378. On Dec. 22nd, San Diego was hit by a storm that would bring record rainfall and flooding. On Dec. 23rd, we awoke to standing water– up to 8 inches — surrounding 3 outer walls of our condo. This had never happened before. The men who had just spent 6 weeks working on our home happened to be on the grounds already, so we were able to work fast on preventing damage to the interior of our newly remodeled home.

Christmas day was celebrated with family and friends. I received a beautiful golden bronze stag as a gift from my friend Teresa. 

On the morning of December 28th, I pulled back the curtains to find many doves sitting outside my front picture window, looking inward at me. Usually there is only one or two, not several.  The dove is prominent above the heads of the King and Queen in alchemical imagery– after the dissolution is complete. 
At this moment I knew all was exactly as it should be. The storm on Dec. 29th did not cause any further flooding. The work of this phase of the alchemical process was complete. I hope we don’t need to repeat it.
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49 States with Snow

Posted on January 12, 2011 by Trish and Rob

Ok, take a look at the map. Right now, 49 states have snow – even Hawaii, on Mauna Kea on the Big Island. Only Florida has no snow! We don’t mean to gloat….but…well, I guess we do.Our high today was 79 or 80.
But wait! Tomorrow night, we’re supposed to see some of the temps we did during the Christmas holidays – thirties. In homes as porous and uninsulated as ours against cold, that’s huddle weather.

This state of affairs is apparently unusual.”Snow is present in 69.4 percent of the lower 48, which is more than double than December.  This is extremely unusual, though it’s hard to put a date on when this last happened because records aren’t kept on this kind of event,” says CNN.

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Bizarre Synchro

Posted on January 11, 2011 by Trish and Rob

Gypsy woman alerted us to this synchro. I’m not sure where this falls – global synchronicities? Law of attraction? Bizarro world? The headlines of the story pretty much sum it up: 36 dead after bus collides with vehicle carrying mourners in India.

In a nutshell, a state government bus in northern India collided with a vehicle carrying mourners from a funeral. The vehicle carrying mourners was called a matador, a rather curious name for this vehicle. In Spanish, the matador is the one who kills the bull in a bullfight. The wold literally means killer. The vehicle was transporting people back from a ceremony that marks the last rites for the deceased.

Thirty-six people died and 28 were injured.

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The Pod

Posted on January 10, 2011 by Trish and Rob

Two days into 2011, we trekked south to the Florida keys with Megan and her boyfriend, Andy, to get Megan settled for her month-long internship at a dolphin facility.
At her college, January is independent study time, when students design their own projects. It can be anything allied with your major and/or your passions. One year, Megan went to Ecuador to volunteer at a wildlife center in the jungle. This year, it’s dolphins in the keys, at a facility where we all swam with dolphins when Megan was much younger.
We took two cars and Rob and I were ahead of Megan and Andy. There’s an exhilarating moment in this drive when you reach the end of the Florida turnpike, the road narrows to two lanes, and suddenly you’re on U.S. 1, which extends from Key West to Maine, and a sign announces that you’re entering the Florida Keys.
 It’s called the Florida Keys Scenic Highway. It’s 106.5 miles long and takes about four hours to drive from one end to the other. The Keys are an archipelago of 1,700 islands that are connected by bridges. The longest one, the 7-mile bridge in the photo, is an engineering marvel. All along this highway, the Atlantic stretches out on one side of the road, the Gulf of Mexico stretches out on the other. The shades of blue and green are  pure and clear, the air smells of salt and sand and sun, the sky looms from horizon to horizon. Magnificent, huge. The beauty blows your mind and heart wide open, you kick off your shoes, lower your windows, and the breeze blows through the car. Suddenly you know that anything is possible.
Everything in the Keys is measured by the mile markers. Mile marker 127.5 marks the end of the turnpike and its junction with U.S. and the scenic highway. Mile marker zero is Key West. So when people in the keys give you directions, they do so according to these markers. Megan, for instance, will be staying with the mother of a friend, who lives just past mile marker 88. So somewhere around mile marker 99, just as we’re approaching our favorite Cuban café where we intend to stop for the best coffee in the universe, I happen to glance to my right, on the Gulf side of the highway. And there, a pod of five dolphins surface, their bodies shimmering in the cool light.
“Rob,” I squeal. “Look! Dolphins, five of them.”
“I see them, I see them,” he says, craning his neck.
There’s no place on the highway to turn off, but Rob slows down and the dolphins remain visible for a few precious moments longer.
We have both been to the keys dozens of times over the years. Neither of us has ever seen a pod of dolphins during this drive. The synchronicity of it, the fact that we were down here because of Megan’s dolphin internship, struck us as a favorable sign for her month’s stay. I later realized that the five was also significant; Megan’s full name adds up to a five.
It turns out that the facility allows family and friends to visit the facility for a meet and greet with the 13 dolphins that live there. We plan on indulging at the end of the month. But Andy dropped by and Megan took this photo during his meet and greet:
 Kissed by a dolphin. Way to go, Andy!
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Mass Events in Tucson

Posted on January 9, 2011 by Trish and Rob

In 1981, Jane Roberts/Seth published a book called The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events. This book is one of the most intriguing and also one of the most baffling.
In the book, Seth talks a lot about epidemics and about Three Mile Island and the Jonestown Massacre, events that occurred while he and Jane were writing the book. In this era of instant communication and 24/7 news coverage, however, we can add some other mass events to this list: 9-11; O.J. Simpson’s flight in the white Bronco after the murder of his wife; the Columbine shootings in April 1999; the 2007 Virginia Tech shooting; the Oklahoma City bombing; Hurricane Katrina and the devastation to New Orleans in 2005; Hurricane Andrew in 1992; the Indonesian tsunami in 2004; the Haitian earthquake in 2010. Those are just the mass events that come immediately to mind. There are many more. But you get the idea. A mass event is one that thrusts itself into our consciousness and changes our private, personal realities in some significant way.
Yesterday shooting and deaths in Tucson, Arizona certainly counts as a mass event. On a synchronistic level, it’s disturbing.
First, the fact that the shooting occurred in Arizona is significant. The state has been in the news recently because of Governor Brewer’s controversial immigration laws (racial profiling) and her denial of health insurance through Medicaid to individuals who need certain types of transplants in order to stay alive. Brewer claims these cuts are necessary, even though they save just over a million bucks from the state’s annual budget. The death panels that Sara Palin and her ilk screamed about during the health care debate last year (they’re going to kill your grandmother!) are a reality now in Arizona–but not because of ‘Obama-care.’ Already, two of the hundred individuals who need these transplants have died.   
Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords was outside a SAFEway grocery store to meet with constituents when she was shot at point blank range. (That one smacks of the dark trickster). The bullet went through her brain. Even though she has survived the surgery,  only about five percent of individuals with this kind of injury survive. Yet, her surgeons are “cautiously optimistic.”
The federal judge who was killed – who simply dropped by as a show of support for Giffords after having gone to mass – was an immigration advocate.
The call for violence has entered the discourse of American politics in a way that is horrifying. On Palin’s Facebook page – since scrubbed – the face of Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords was depicted in the crosshairs of a gun. Glenn Beck called for the killing of filmmaker Michael Moore. Sharon Angle, the Tea Party candidate in Nevada in the 2010 elections, advocated that Americans exercise their “second amendment rights” against Obama’s “socialist agenda.” The second amendment to the Constitution was adopted in 1791 and protects the rights of the American people to “keep and bear arms.”
From  a Sethian perspective in the mass events book: “People die when they are ready to die, for reasons that are their own. No person dies without a reason. The mass world is formed as the result of individual impulses. They meet and merge, and form platforms for action.”
If we, as individuals, create our realities from the inside out, as Seth contends, then what does that tell us about the roles played in today’s events? Why did federal judge John Roll just happen to walk over to the gathering outside Safeway? Why was Congresswoman Giffords so gravely injured? Why was an innocent nine-year-old girl killed in these shootings? The little girl, by the way, was Christina Taylor Green, featured in the book, Faces of Hope: Babies Born on 9/11. A baby born on the day of a terrorist act dies at the age of 9 during a terrorist act. Why would anyone choose  such experiences, even at an unconscious, soul level?

Perhaps the individuals involved chose to be involved in these tragic dramas to bring collective attention to this culture of violent rhetoric that has grown even more vitriolic and excessive in the last several years. It’s not that human beings are flawed. “The quality of your lives is formed through the subjective realities of your feelings and mental constructions,” wrote Seth. “Beliefs that foster despair are biologically destructive. If mass action against appalling social or political conditions is not effective, then other means are taken, and they are often in the guise of epidemics or natural disasters.” Wakeup calls, in other words.
Perhaps Tucson – like 9-11, like Columbine, like all the other mass events through the decades –  is one of  America’s wakeup calls. Have we gotten the message – as individuals, a society, a culture, a planet?
Here’s Seth talking about the power of beliefs.

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For Crying Out Loud!

Posted on January 8, 2011 by Trish and Rob
John Boehner – a crying shame?

Here’s an ironic synchronicity related to the new U.S. Congress. The same day that the constitution was read aloud for the first time in congress, two representatives violated the constitution.

Republicans, who now are in the majority in the house of representatives, staged the first ever reading on Thursday, Jan. 6, at the behest of their most conservative supporters, the Tea Party, who look upon the U.S. Constitution as a holy document, somewhat like the New Testament. It should be noted that most members of congress got bored and left the house floor during the reading.

Meanwhile, two Republicans managed to violate the constitution on the same day when they voted without being sworn-in. GOP Reps. Pete Sessions (R-Texas) and Mike Fitzpatrick (R-Pa.) chose to attend a fundraiser rather than show up for the swearing in ceremony. Later on, they cast their first votes of the 112th Congress-  despite the fact they were technically not members of Congress at the time. Hence, violating the constitution. Good going, guys. Thanks for the synchro!

Besides casting the votes on the house floor, Sessions even chaired the rules committee during a hearing on the health care repeal bill. According to sources, the situation came about when the speaker’s office discovered a photo of Sessions holding his hand up while watching a television showing his fellow colleagues taking the oath on the floor.

In other words, the two congressmen acted as if the ceremony was like a Wii computer game and they could be sworn-in via a TV monitor while collecting money from supporters. Strange stuff.

Also interesting was that certain parts of the constitution that were embarrassing weren’t read, hence making the document and founding fathers appear more infallible. Notably ignored was the original intent to allow slavery in the South by including the statement that black people were three-fifth citizens. Blacks were referred to as ‘other Persons’ to avoid using the word slaves.

Meanwhile, Thursday night, MSNBC’s Rachel Maddow tried to correct the Republicans censorship by having Ted Williams, the now famous homeless man with an “amazing God-given voice,” to read the parts of the Constitution the GOP left out. What a hoot!

Regarding the photo above, maybe new House Speaker John Boehner just hit his fingers with his new oversized gavel. Who knows…. – R

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Debra and Nita

Posted on January 7, 2011 by Trish and Rob

Matisse

This story comes from D Page, whose blog mythic musings is always a pleasure to read. It’s a wonderful example of spirit communication through dreams, but has a terrific twist!
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When my husband Larry asked me to marry him, we had known each other for 4 years. We had met as co-workers for a car dealer. I had met his father already. I knew he had a younger brother, and that his mother had died of diabetes- related complications in 1982.
 
The day he asked me to marry him was 12/12/92. I was living in Colorado, near Denver. He was flying into Denver when a blizzard struck. It took the plane approximately 5 hours of circling before it landed, because the snowfall was so heavy. After a safe but tense landing, Larry got off the plane, kissed the ground, and handed me an engagement ring. We spent the night at an airport hotel. No one could leave because of the blizzard.

I did say “Yes!”, so Larry moved into an apartment with my daughter Desiree and I. I knew we would be facing allot of issues. The one that worried me the most was the fact that the marriage would be interracial. Larry is African American, I am white European. We had already had problems with our friendship being an issue because we worked at the same dealership.

A few weeks after Larry moved in I had a very vivid dream: I was on a bus in San Diego. Desiree (my 7-year old daughter) was sitting to my right. On my left was a stranger: an African American woman. She was beautiful, with a very dynamic presence. She had an afro – very ‘big hair’.  She said, “My name is Nita. This is going to be very hard for Larry. Please be patient. It will all work out.” I had a lot of questions swirling in my head as suddenly awoke.

 The next morning I shared the dream with Larry. I told him what Nita had said. He said: “Nita is my mother. Her name is Juanita, but everyone calls her Nita. Then I asked him about the afro. “Yes, that’s her,” he responded.

We moved back to San Diego in 1993. We stayed a few weeks at Larry’s family’s home. I was home alone, cleaning one afternoon, when I found a photograph of the woman in my dream: a beautiful black woman with “big hair”. It was Nita. Somehow, I knew she would always be looking out for us.

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How many of us can say we met our mothers-in-law years after she had passed on?
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