Spirit Contact

Posted on July 19, 2010 by Trish and Rob

 
I’m not sure why this image fits this post. Maybe it’s because Dali always impressed me as an artist who lived with one foot in either world – that of tangible reality and that of spirit. At any rate, this synchro is about spirit contact. We’ve posted several synchros like this one  – here and here and here.  I know there are others, but these are the ones that come immediately to mind.

Spirit contact is one of those areas that straddles categories. It can be synchronistic – but it can also be just, well, strange and vague. Michael Crichton, writing in Travels, talks about what he felt when he first viewed his dead father at the funeral home.  “Immediately, as I walked into the room, I had the crazy and unexpected thought, He’s here. He’s still alive. I tried to figure out why I had thought he was still here. I checked again. Yes, I felt it. He’s here. He’s hanging around this room. He’s confused. 

There are apparently many types of spirit contact. Butternutsquash dreamed  of dead Tibetan monks. Trish dreamed of her mother’s death several weeks before she passed on. Rob’s mother saw his father’s initials on a frosted window several weeks after he had died.  These things happen. Science dismisses them because they are anecdotal. But these events for the people who experience them are immediate, personal, powerful,.
Sylvia Rastelli’s son had such an experience with her recently deceased father. 
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 In 2005 my father passed away, each time I see a crow, (it is him)  that is another story.  My husband and son went to the cottage, it was late September.  My father passed away August 15h.  At the cottage near bedtime, my husband was reading and my son was lying in bed.  On the second floor, they heard significant mumbling, it was quite loud because everything is so quiet at the lake.  My husband does not fear these experiences, although it was the first time it happened to him. He went upstairs to check and looked around.  He acted calmly, he did not want to scare my son.  He was not scared, he went to bed, the mumbling continued and what really impressed him (he knew it was my dad paying a visit, also my uncle Lester had passed away two weeks earlier from a stroke driving his car.)  Laz closed his eyes and  (silently) told the mumbling spirits “stop it your scaring the boy”.  The mumbling stopped immediately! That is what impressed him the most.  My uncle lived out west but loved our cottage and our family.  My dad built our cottage from the ground up, it is his legacy, he was very attached to his family. Laz just knew in his heart that they were communicating with their loved ones.”
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We asked Sylvia what her dead  father actually said. She replied:

To answer your question, it was strictly mumbling(a humming sound,  like a conversation,but no words).

I have an interesting footnote to this story.  My son Dominic started junior high during that time.  The school counselor came to his class, because he had written that he did not enjoy school.  He went to her office,  they had a nice conversation and he shared with her(the counselor) what happened at the cottage.

What was incredible is that she had the same experience during the summer.  Her parent passed away, she was in Japan packing her parent’s belongings and on the upper floor she heard dishes clinging, it was very mysterious.  This was a wonderful synchronicity, this meeting with her was meant to happen, they both had something important to share.  It was special for a child to talk about this with a warm and intelligent person.  When you are chosen to experience this, it is a special event.  Their loved ones were communicating with them.

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Wacky, quacky tale

Posted on July 18, 2010 by Trish and Rob

A lighter synchro today:

We’ve reported on the troubled tales of Robin Hood, the thief, Johnny B. Goode, who couldn’t be good, Jim Beam for public intoxication. Now we have a belligerent Donald Duck thumping a car in line in front of him. Thanks Jim Banholzer for the heads up on this one.
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Police in Massillon, Ohio, arrested a drunk driving suspect who shares his name with Disney’s most famous waterfowl. Law enforcement officials say 51-year-old Donald Norman Duck was intoxicated when he pulled into a drive-through pizzeria around 5:25 p.m. Saturday and repeatedly bumped the car ahead of him. Click his name for the full tale.

QUACK! QUACK!!

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A Life-Changing Dolphin Synchro

Posted on July 17, 2010 by Trish and Rob

          Dolphins at Dolphins Plus, Key Largo, Florida

I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t love dolphins. In fact, if I met such a person, I would probably run fast in the opposite direction. Over the years, we’ve had experiences with these incredible mammals – swimming with them at Key Largo’s Dolphin Plus and  in Venezuela. The initial swim came about as a result of an email from a reader of my novels, Vivian Ortiz, who subsequently became a friend. The swims resulted in as novel called Vanished, which was about what would happen if dolphins and other mammals suddenly rebelled against us.

This synchronicity involving dolphins came from Renee Prince.  Here’s her website. Last year, her blog came up in a google alert and we left a comment. She recently got back to us with this remarkable story. We’ve edited it for length.
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Years ago, I was jogging along the shore of the southern California beach where I lived at the time, checking the ocean every few seconds for dolphins, hoping to see them and perhaps go bodysurfing to share a wave with them.  My interest in dolphins is an obsession, one that I have had ever since the age of seventeen, when I decided I wanted to work on interspecies communication with cetaceans.  I worked with dolphins and orcas for years, earning a Masters degree in experimental psychology in order to study dolphin cognition, with the hope that this would lead to building some sort of mutual communication system between their species and ours. 
Unfortunately, after working with dolphins in captivity I came to realize that life in the tanks is ultimately an early death sentence for dolphins, and the brief life they do have is impoverished and intolerable.  After two of my dolphins died, I left dolphin research, in part because I couldn’t face another death of another one of my friends, and I had no power to change their situation.  Captive dolphins and whales are, to the rest of the world, simply property, to be sold, used, and disposed of quickly when they no longer can serve human purposes.  Since then I’ve lived with the guilt and pain of having left the dolphins behind.
But I have never been able to forget them, or my love for them.  After I actually came to know dolphins, swimming with them every day, working with them on cognitive testing, they revealed themselves to be much, much more than I could have imagined when I first became interested in studying them.  Decades later, even though I had changed careers to work in the film business, I lived next to the beach in order to be near them and, like I did that day, often jogged along the shore, always looking past the waves for the tell-tale arcs of fins or exhalations that meant dolphins were once again visiting my section of the beach.
I would see them once in a while, and would rush out to meet them, hoping they could stay and play.  Often they moved on past, intent on making it to some destination or fishing for the next meal.  Sometimes they might ride a wave or two with me, illuminating my life for days to come with the memory of our eyes meeting briefly, a flash of contact and then gone.
This day it was getting late, and I was the only person on the beach, a strange event in and of itself—I lived on a popular beach in the LA area.  I first noticed the dolphin in the waves, and I could tell something was terribly wrong.  The surf was washing over him, tumbling him over and over.  He was trying to get to shore.   I knew immediately what was happening.  The dolphin was in serious trouble, and had to reach land because he was too weak to keep himself afloat.  He was in eminent danger of drowning.
I ran into the water and pushed out toward him.  When he saw me, his eyes widened in fear, just for a moment, and then he headed directly toward me.  At that second, I had the odd, yet utterly certain feeling that this dolphin had been waiting for me. When we reached each other and I put my arms around him, in just way I had always done with my own dolphin friends so many years ago, he relaxed against me and looked up at me with complete trust.  I held him upright, keeping his blowhole above water, and he helped us head toward shore, moving his pectoral fins to steer us and slowly pumping his flukes.
We kept in constant eye contact as I talked to him, telling him all the things I had planned to say on a day like today. I promised I would not leave his side.  I would call the marine mammal rescue center—I knew the number by heart—and I would ride with him to wherever they could keep him, even if it had to be Sea World, the place I had fled long ago.  And this time, I wouldn’t let Sea World keep him captive—I would make sure he was released back into the sea when he was well.
But as we reached the shore, in water only a few inches deep, my dolphin wanted to turn around, to face back out to sea.  I helped him turn, and he came to a stop.  He lay back in my arms, looked deeply and calmly into my eyes, and died.  I saw the light go out of him. Somehow this dolphin, who never would have been near shore—he was a deep water species, Delphinus delphis—had traveled untold miles away from his world and had, in an utterly alien world, met the only human on this beach who could have seen him, who knew what he wanted and could help him get to shore.  He died in the arms of someone who, he must have known, loved him instantly and without conditions; someone who knew dolphins and for years had longed with all her heart for another chance at contact with his kind.
It took me a long time to process this incident.  I had thought I was there to save him.  I made promises to him and made plans to give him back his life, to make him well.  When that didn’t happen, I was horrified, angry at God, fate, the Tao—whatever.  I was angry at myself.  What if I had seen my dolphin earlier, before he was too weak to make it?  Was there something I could have done differently or better so that he could have been saved? But I was left with no explanation, only the power and soul-wrenching synchronicity of our encounter.  
 I’ve come to believe that my dolphin wanted to die in the presence of love.  I had given him that, I was sure.
The results of this synchronicity are many and still on-going.
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When I first read her email, my heart cried. Then I began to wonder where this story fit into the complex realm of synchronicity. And  I think it fits in the realm of Gaia – the earth as a living, organic being that speaks to us constantly. Its messengers are the creatures of the planet – with dolphins and whales as the messengers that probably surpass us in intelligence and spiritual understanding. I also feel that Renee is right – this dolphin  chose to die in the embrace of love. 

An  odd postscript to this synchro. Hours before we put Renee’s synchro on the dashboard, I read about a funeral for a dolphin in New Zealand that was attended by hundreds of people. Then, on the way into my office after a break, I stumbled on one of Noah’s doggie toys – a little dolphin.

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UFO in China Closes Airport

Posted on July 16, 2010 by Trish and Rob

On July 7, a UFO over China shut down Hangzhou airport and 18 flights were diverted. Normal operations resumed an hour later, but no explanation was offered. People living near the airport snapped photos, like the one depicted above.

On July 15, in Chongqing in eastern China, a second UFO had residents on edge. Witnesses told the Shanghai Daily that “four lantern-like objects forming a diamond shape that hovered over the city’s Shaping Park for over an hour.”

The video below is impressive.

 

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About the 3:33 in the July 11 Eclipse

Posted on July 16, 2010 by Trish and Rob

                                M.C. Escher’s Three Worlds

On July 11, we put up a post about the solar eclipse in Cancer that occurred at 3:33 EDT. Solar eclipses trigger external events, which was certainly the case for Connie Cannon. But her experiences also address the cluster of 3s in the time of the eclipse and resulted in some layered synchronicities.
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Ted and I went to Jacksonville yesterday in the Durango to browse around.  On the way there, the pump in our SUV air conditioning more or less “exploded”, sending billowing smoke out from under the hood.  The trip was awful, as the real temp outside was over 100 degrees and the heat index was 108, so the inside of the car, even with the windows down, was unbearable.

Chris and Susan and the girls also went on a short road trip yesterday.  Their car, a sporty Chevy, blew its conditioning pump.

I was still wearing the cardiac artifical intelligence device.  At 3:30 EDT, (I always immediately look at a clock when this occurs because 1- I need to time the event to know how long it lasts, and 2- I’m going to instantly take medication  and need to know what time I took it), my heart went crazy,  blood pressure sky-rocketed, and heart-rate was trying to do the jive dance.  This continued off and on for the remainder of the day.

Got home.  Carey called.  He had a blow-out on a brand new tire while he was doing 70 miles an hour on U.S.1 (that was the speed limit there.)  He was OK because his truck has automatic stabilizing feature.  After buying a new tire and being on his way home, he was speeding and got a speeding ticket.  The time and date on the speeding ticket was 3:30 pm EDT, 7-11-2010.  Now here’s the kicker:  He was driving through a “road construction” area, but on Sunday there were no workers present.  The speed limit there, however, was posted at 35mph.  Carey was clocked at driving 33 miles over the speed limit…..68mph….and fined accordingly!

I was in a deep sleep last night, dreaming; was suddenly brought out of sleep with a hard cardiac arrhythmia.  My eyes hit the bedside digital clock.  It was 3:30 am EDT, 7-12-2010.  I of course took the medicine and recorded the event on the monitor, even though it registers everything on its own.  The arrhythmia lasted
EXACTLY 3 hours and 30 minutes, then spontaneously converted to normal rhythm at 7:00am.  I was wide awake throughout.  Can’t sleep when your heart is doing that kind of wild dance.
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 So it looks as if the series of synchros consistently addressed 3s. The odds? Considerable.

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The Loon of Fourth Lake

Posted on July 15, 2010 by Trish and Rob

 The Adirondacks in upstate New York is filled with lakes and the landscape is breathtakingly beautiful. This synchronicity occurred on Fourth Lake and involved a loon. It was sent by our friend Janice Cutbush. Last year, we posted another of her  synchronicities, The Two Toms. This one also is about Tom – and the loon. Tom passed away some years ago, so this story definitely falls under spirit contact.
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Tom loved going to the Fulton Chain of Lakes near Old Forge NY every summer with the kids. It was his favorite vacation. One of the things he loved was listening to the loons on Fourth Lake early in the morning. Shortly after he died, our close friends who have a home on the lake invited me to come visit.

I went for a swim late in the afternoon one day and was immersed in the activity when I suddenly felt a presence near me in the water. I looked up and there was this enormous lone loon about 20 feet away from me. He stayed near during my entire swim and left when I got out of the water.

Each day of my visit he appeared in front of my friends’ home.  We began calling him Tom. My friend said it was unusual to see a loon alone, as they usually travel in pairs and mate for life and also because they generally are spotted early in the morning or just before dusk.

We vacation there still every year and have rented different homes on various lakes in the area, but no matter where we are, our lone loon appears at some point during the vacation. I like to think it is Tom’s spirit visiting us.

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Update on Paul the Precog Octopus

Posted on July 15, 2010 by Trish and Rob

According to an article on Huffington Post, Paul the Octopus could be worth millions – at least $4.5 million, says a PR specialist who spoke with CNN.

Pretend for a moment that he isn’t an octopus. Given his predictive record, he would make a perfect guest on Oprah, the late night talk shows, even the morning TV and radio shows. Give us your predictions, Paul, on whether BP will successfully cap the oil gusher.Or: Who will win the U.S. presidency in 2012? Or:  What’s your prediction, Paul, about the midterm elections in the U.S.? Will the Dems hold on to Congress? 

Paul apparently made his predictions based on his stomach.”Before each game, the 2 1/2-year-old octopus’ handlers placed two clear boxes in his tank, each containing a mussel snack and the flag for teams slated to faceoff. And he didn’t always favor the home team. Paul sparked a furor in Germany after he predicted the team’s 1-0 loss to Spain, and even received death threats from irate fans in the form of octopus recipes.”

We’ve talked about animals as messengers, so what does Paul tell us about ourselves and the state of the world and sports?  Well, the octopus has a well-developed brain, incredible eyesight, no bones, and its bite is poisonous to prey. Its best protection is the ability to camouflage itself, to instantly change the color and texture of its skin to match its surroundings.

The octopus has three hearts. The color of its blood is light blue. It moves through jet propulsion, temporarily blinds a predator by squirting ink at it. Most of these creatures live only a year or two (don’t like the sound of that!). Once an octopus reaches sexual maturity, it can mate several times a day. Once impregnated, the female lays tens of thousands of eggs, which  she weaves into strings and attaches to the roof of her dwelling. Until the eggs hatch a month later, she doesn’t leave her den, and dies shortly after the eggs hatch. The male also dies shortly afterward, so all these youngsters are left to fend for themselves.

If we take our cues from animal messengers based on their behaviors and lifestyles, then it’s all beginning to remind me of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, not an uplifting omen for the future.

So I think I’ll focus on those three hearts: the first pumps life, the second embraces life, the third loves life.
– Trish

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Synchro at the Apple Store

Posted on July 14, 2010 by Trish and Rob

                                         Manhattan’s Apple Store

We went to the Apple Store at our local mall (not the one in the photo!) to look at the new MacBooks. The man who helped us out seemed well-informed about the products, so while Megan was cruising around the store, I asked him how the iPad compared to a notebook for writing. Ever since the iPad came out, I’ve thought about how light is is compared to my notebook and if it could be a substitute for my notebook while traveling. In the course of the conversation, I explained why I was interested in an iPad. He asked what kinds of books I wrote, so I mentioned the synchronicity book.

“What’s synchronicity?” he asked.
“Meaningful coincidence.”
His eyes widened. “Oh, my life is filled with those. You want to hear a couple?”
“You bet. I’ll post them on our blog, would that be okay with you?”
“Sure.” And he proceeded to share his synchros.

On a September 1 years ago, his mother, who had cancer, slipped into a coma. He flew to New York to be with her and stayed with his brother and sisters near her bed for about a week. Her doctors didn’t have any idea whether she would regain consciousness or simply pass on and he had to return to work. He and his siblings believed their mother would die on September 19, the day of her anniversary. “And at six AM on September 19, I got a call that mom had just passed away. What are the odds?”

“Skip ahead a few years,” he went on. “My dad had slipped into a coma and wasn’t expected to live. It was February 1. My brother and sisters and I believed he would die on February 14, on our mother’s birthday.”

“And he did?”

He nodded. “But that’s not all. I don’t mean to be depressing here, but in 1975, I had an infant son who died suddenly of crib death. On the day my mother died, September 19, it would have been my son’s twenty-first birthday.”

Odds. Wow. And what are the odds of hearing stories like this at an Apple store?

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Paul, the clairvoyant cephalopod

Posted on July 13, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Before the recently concluded World Cup competition fades to memory, we need to honor the triumph of –not Spain–but Paul, the octopus who correctly predicted the winning team eight times in a row. Paul, who lives in an aquarium in Germany, predicted the winner in Germany’s last seven games, then went on to pick Spain in the World Cup finale. Good job, Paul. You’re the toast of animal oracles worldwide!

Here’s how Wikipedia describes the cephalopod phenom.

Paul (purportedly hatched January 2008) is a common octopus living in a tank at a Sea Life Centre in Oberhausen, Germany, who is an animal oracle and now retired predictor of football matches, usually international matches in which Germany was playing. He came to worldwide attention with his 100% accurate predictions in the 2010 World Cup.
During a divination, Paul was presented with two boxes containing food in the form of a mussel, each marked with the flag of a national football team in an upcoming match. He chose the box with the flag of the winning team in four of Germany’s six Euro 2008 matches, and in all seven of their matches in the 2010 World Cup. He correctly predicted a win for Spain against the Netherlands in the World Cup final on 11 July by eating the mussel in the box with the Spanish flag on it.[1] His predictions were 100% (8/8) correct for the 2010 World Cup and 86% (12/14) correct overall. Paul was retired after the 2010 FIFA World Cup.

Okay, congrats to Spain, too, even though our friends in Aruba were greatly disappointed by the Netherlands’ 1-0 loss.

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Samadhi, indeed

Posted on July 13, 2010 by Trish and Rob


In yoga philosophy, Samadhi  is a blissful state of consciousness induced by complete meditation. Like almost everyone else, I find it challenging to reach that state. In fact, I can think of only once where I came close to entering it.

It was at the end of a 4-day hike through Canyon de Chelly in Arizona on the Navajo Rez. I was a on a vision quest with a group of people  led by a shaman named Alberto. So as the others climbed out of the canyon to a waiting bus, I decided to sit on a boulder and meditate awhile as I gazed out over the canyon. Several people were lagging behind so I figured I had time.

Within a few minutes, I moved into a state of consciousness I’d never achieved in meditation. I lost track of time, my thoughts faded to nothingness, and I literally became the canyon. Yet, at the same time, I was aware of myself seated on the rock. I was in bliss and I didn’t want it to end.

Vaguely from a distance I heard a voice calling my name repeatedly. I slowly came out of it, and realized that Alberto was yelling at me from the road above. The bus was full and everyone was waiting to go. He’d been shouting my name off and on for several minutes. So I climbed down from my rock and rejoined the others.

I told this story to my meditation class recently as a I prepared to read a couple of passages about samadhi from an adaptation of Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras, written more than 2,000 years ago. It wasn’t until a couple days before the class that I was struck by an ironic synchronicity that I’d overlooked. The book which I had selected was called, Yoga, Power and Spirit: Patanjali the Shaman. I’d picked it up a couple of years ago because I recognized the author, Alberto Villoldo. Yes, Alberto, the same Alberto who had yelled at me from the road to get off the rock, and hence out of samadhi.

Trish didn’t think this was much of a synchronicity–more of a case of awareness– maybe because Alberto hasn’t surfaced in the present in any form unrelated to my meditation class. She has a point, but it still struck me as meaningful since I hadn’t consciously connected my canyon story with the book I was using for the meditation on samadhi.

Here’s a portion of what I read.

Meditating by a lake,
the yogi becomes the lake,
Meditating by a fire,
the yogi becomes 
the flame,
the crackling branch,
the oak,
 the acorn.
She becomes one with the object of her meditation.
She becomes the red-rock canyon wall
or soft and green like the moss.
She smells the rose and there is only the fragrance,
No thought of roses
She achieves samadhi. 

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