UPDATE: Oil Spill and the Loop Current

Posted on May 5, 2010 by Trish and Rob

  These images are from ABC, illustrating how the oil spill metastasized in just three days. The CEO of British Petroleum has said that stopping the leak is “like performing open heart surgery at 5,000 feet.”

Fishing has been banned in the gulf. The oil spill is now predicted to be worse than the Valdez.Within a day, the spill is supposed to enter the Loop Current – think of this as the gulf stream’s conveyor belt – and eventually it will enter the Florida Keys and enter the Gulf stream along the east coast of the U.S. 

If you saw the head honcho of BP on the news at any point today – May 3 – then you undoubtedly heard him say that even though the company wasn’t responsible for the spill, they will pay for the cleanup. Huh? They aren’t responsible? Then who is?

Rush Limbaugh said that the “ecology would self-regulate.” Huh? Isn’t this what the experts claimed about the free market and derivatives?

Representative Gene Taylor, a Democrat from Mississippi, compared the massive oil slick to “chocolate milk” and said it would break up naturally. Huh? Doesn’t that sound a lot like Rush’s “self-regulation”?

House Minority Leader John Boehner (R-Ohio) has a novel approach to the problem: keep drilling.

Senator Mary Landrieu (D-Louisiana!) is demanding that the U.S. not “retreat” from further offshore drilling.

Governor Rick Perry of Texas attributed the spill to “an act of God” and hopes that it won’t deter us from drilling in the gulf.

Meanwhile, California’s Republican governor Schwarzenegger has withdrawn his support of gulf drilling, Florida’s Governor Crist says to forget it. You would think that “forgetting it” would be obvious, right? I mean, really, does the message get any louder than this?

Today, I went to our local Publix to buy fish for dinner. The guy behind the counter, who definitely knows his fish and his customers, informed me that tuna would be on sale tomorrow. Then he said, “At least tuna won’t be in short supply soon, but just about everything else will be.”

The oil spill has become what Seth (Jane Roberts) would call a mass event. It has entered the collective consciousness. So for the last few days, I’ve been paging through The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events,  one of the books Jane Roberts channeled for Seth, searching for something relevant to this catastrophe. The book was published in 1981, long before these kinds of disasters. The closest analogy is the Three Mile Island horror,  man-made, like this one, but Seth doesn’t go into it in any depth. I ran across some other treasures, though, that we might apply generally.

“There is nothing more stimulating, more worthy of actualization, than the desire to change the world for the better. That is indeed each person’s mission. You begin by working in that area of activity that is your own unique one, with your own life and activities. You begin in the corner of an office, or on the assembly line, or in the advertising agency, or in the kitchen. You begin where you are.”

Always, according to Seth and many other metaphysical teachers, our point of power lies in the present.  
So perhaps, collectively,we should imagine the spill gone. Poof. Blue waters. Ecosystems flourishing. Dolphins, turtles, birds, fish, jellyfish, everyone is doing fine out there. Turn off the news for a few days. Maintain the image of a flourishing ocean, a happy planet. Maybe this practice is delusional. But hey, suppose it isn’t? Maybe it’s the same energy that operates when a group of people pray for the healing of a loved one.Can’t hurt to try.

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Synchros in the news

Posted on May 5, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Patrons at a bar in Wisconsin had a reason to ‘fear the deer’ when two deer crashed through the glass door and raced into the bar while the patron were watching the Milwaukee Bucks.
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Meanwhile, the address of the busted Times Square car bomber was made public. It’s 119 Long Hill Ave., Shelton, Connecticut. Those numbers, of course, are 911 backwards.  It looks like he did everything backwards, bungling the job. A good thing, too.

Thanks to Connie Cannon for the heads up on the address. She also notes that numbers are read right to left in Hebrew and Aramaic.

UPDATE:
Here’s the best synchro in the news for the past week. A newscaster reporting about Tiger Wood’s neck injury misprounced disk calling it…Tiger’s ‘bulging dick.’

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Kali the Conure

Posted on May 4, 2010 by Trish and Rob

One day while poking around in blogland, I ran across a wonderful story about mourning doves at maggie’s secret garden. Her story reminded me of the dusky conure we bought in 2000, a few weeks after we had moved into our present home. Kali was a present for Megan’s 10th birthday.

We bought her at a wonderful pet store where many of the birds that are sold are hand-raised in the hatchery. We even knew her birthdate – 6/4/2000. We couldn’t adopt her until she was a certain number of weeks old, so every afternoon, Megan and I drove up to the store to spend time with Kali.

From the moment we brought her home, she got along famously with our golden retriever. Our three cats didn’t seem to know what to make of her and never bothered her. My dad, who was living with us then and in a wheelchair, got a real kick out of her when she rode on the back of his wheelchair or on his shoulder. 
At first, she spent her days on our back porch, always out of her cage, where she could see other birds in the yard. Rob taught her to say a few words, which she eagerly used whenever one of us were within range.

As she got older, we would move her cage and its stand outside every morning, beneath a large schefflera tree. Her cage door was always open and it wasn’t long before she learned to climb onto the top of the cage and then into the tree. She would climb down only when the spirit moved her to splash around in the large bowl we kept on top of her cage. Every evening at dusk, we moved her and the cage inside again. She would crawl inside her little hammock, roll onto her back, and sleep the night away. Kali was the paragon of embrace the moment.

In 2004, she laid a couple of eggs and sat on them for a full straight month before we finally were able to dispose of them. They weren’t fertilized and were beginning to rot! Relieved of the need to sit on the eggs, she returned to he roost in the tree outside.

2004 was a bad year for hurricanes in South Florida. During two hurricanes that hit our area, Rob, Megan and I brought all the animals in with us, into the back bedroom. As rain and wind pounded the hurricane shutters, as the power went off, as the streets started to flood, Kali was perfectly happy on top of her cage or huddled into the little cloth cocoon where she slept at night. But she was always delighted afterward to climb up into her tree in the back yard. And it was her tree. When other birds came around, she made it clear that although they were welcome, she was the boss of this tree.

The fall of 2005 was difficult. My dad died in September and a month later,  Hurricane Wilma roared into town. Fortunately, Wilma was traveling fast, but she was intense. The front part of the storm tore apart back yards, hurled fences away,  ripped down power lines, ripped off roofs. The eye of the storm passed right over our area and suddenly the sky turned blue, the air was balmy, the sun shone. We knew we had about 30 minutes to walk outside and access the damage before the back side of the storm hit us.

The first thing we noticed was that Kali’s tree had been split down the middle, the top of it lobbed off as if some monster had taken a huge bite out of it. In retrospect, I realize it freaked me out, which was why I didn’t take any photos of it. The tree had begun its life in my parents’ back yard and when we had moved, I’d dug it up and potted it and brought it with us.

There wasn’t much time to think about it. We cleaned up what we could and hurried inside as the back of the storm came at us.

Thirty minutes later, Wilma had moved on and a cold front swept in.  No one had electricity and all over the neighborhood, generators were now chattering away. We put Kali outside near her tree,  but it was apparent that she wasn’t happy about its ruined condition. Then something spooked her – a generator, one of us moving too fast or something, and suddenly she took off into the dusk, squawking loudly. We ran after her, thought we saw her perched on a pole, but then it got dark and she stopped squawking. We kept walking around the area, calling for her, but she didn’t squawk back, didn’t appear.

It got down into the 40s that night and I worried about her out there, in the cold. The next morning, Rob found her across the street, burrowed under some wet leaves, shivering. Not a single vet office was open, we were helpless and just tried to keep her warm.  She died a day later, laying on my chest. In some way, the ruin of her tree presaged her death. And because that tree had been born in my parents’ back yard, it also closed a chapter in my own life.

We buried her under the tree. About a year later, we noticed the tree was recovering. Where it had been split in half, leaves were sprouting on both sides of the split. Now, five years later, the tree has fully recovered. I hope it means that Kali and perhaps my dad, in some new form,  may be on their way back to us.

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UPDATE: Censorship in Thailand

Posted on May 4, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Apparently Thailand censors the Internet. We received this note from a friend who is living there, concerning our post about supernatural breasts!
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” You know, I can’t open the post on your blog. It’s been blocked by Thai super authorities…because of the bras, I think. Weird when you think that in Patpong, the red light district, there are women serving drinks with no clothes on, wearing just boots.”

She subscribes to the posts, however, and was apparently able to receive today’s post through email. The censorship concerned her access to the actual post.

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The supernatural power of breasts

Posted on May 3, 2010 by Trish and Rob

 You might recall the news item from a couple of weeks ago about the Iranian hard-line cleric who said women who dress promiscuously were to blame for earthquakes. “When promiscuity spreads, earthquakes increase,” Hojatoleslam Kazim Sadeghi said in a video posted on YouTube.

So, in reaction, American student Jennifer McCreight organized a ‘boobquake’ last Monday. She encouraged women to join her and embrace the supposed supernatural power of their breasts. She added that short shorts would also work as a means of scientifically testing the cleric’s hypothesis.

The 22-year-old science student at Purdue University in Indiana said that after changing out of her immodest clothes, she would look at the earth’s seismic activity and compare it to the norm. “If an earthquake reduces only my bedroom to rubble, I’d also take that as sufficient evidence for God’s wrath. I’m not too worried.”

By Monday, more than 55,000 women signed up on the official “Boobquake” Facebook page where McCreight vowed to put her D-cup breasts to the earthquake test.

So what happened? Well, there was an earthquake. A 6.5 Richter-scale boob-shaker rattled Taiwan prompting on-line suggestions that the cleric might be right. We don’t think so. But it made a great little trickster synchronicity. By the way, there were 159 earthquakes in 2009 registering 6.5 or larger, and already 71 this year.

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The Cat That Traveled 1300 Miles

Posted on May 2, 2010 by Trish and Rob

We’ve posted quite a few synchronicities about animals. I’m not so sure this one is a synchro, but it’s a story with a happy ending, something we need more of these days! Charles the cat had his own incredible journey that really does defy the odds.

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The Dream of Lost Souls

Posted on May 1, 2010 by Trish and Rob

photo by Jennifer Gerard

I was poking around on Butternut Squash’s wonderful blog and came across this stunning story about a dream she had during one of her earlier trips to Asia. We’ve posted several of her synchronicities and all of them are rich, profound, and take you right into the heart of a deeper mystery. This one is no exception.
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Dreams have some catching up to do after you have been without sleep for so long. I always find that my dreams are more colorful and fantastic when I have been without them for a while. But sometimes I have dreams that are not of the same quality as the others. I have had a few that have come true in inconsequential ways, some that are scary and some that are easy to control so that I can take flight and go where I like. This type of lucid dreaming is my favorite. But three times in my life, I have had a very different kind of dream.
 
The third time that I had one of these dreams was after that long journey to Thailand shortly after I was married at 29. My hotel room had two single beds. I fell asleep very quickly, but shortly after I fell asleep, I was aware of the room again as if I was looking through the backs of my eye-lids. Everything in the room was exactly as it had been when I went to bed except that I had visitors.

There was a monk lying seemingly deceased on the bed next to mine. Around the departed or nearly departed, three other monks in long dark red robes with large yellow hats were marching clockwise around the body. One of them swung an incense burner as they circumnambulated and chanted. They were completely absorbed in what they were doing until they came around the foot of the bed. One of the monks realized that I was there and looked  right into my eyes with a fierce and fixed gaze. I cannot ever remember the feeling of being seen in any other dream than this one. Usually it is the dreamer that does all of the seeing.

In seconds I was awake again and running down the stairs to the lobby. I asked the teenagers at the desk how old the building was and had anyone ever seen any ghosts there before. They said that the building was quite old but they hadn’t heard about any ghosts. They also pointed out that Thai monks wear orange robes and do not have big yellow hats.

I couldn’t go back to sleep that night. I didn’t want to be alone in the room, so I went out on the town with another guest at the hotel.

The dream was vivid in my imagination for years. A couple of years after my first child was born, I was on another buying trip in Nepal. There on the wall of a different hotel was a mural of the same red robed monks with large yellow hats that I had seen in my dreams.

It just so happened that on this trip, I was treated to a dinner by a member of the Dalai Lama’s family because I had done her a small favor. (It’s a very big family.) I was so surprised about the painting I had seen on the wall, that I had to tell her my dream. She was sure it was a reincarnation dream and that perhaps my son was a reincarnate. She urged me to contact his holiness’s office. I still have his business card, but I was not prepared for the prospect of a special Buddhist education for my child. I have never made any contact.

Over the years I have thought many times of Lhasa’s lost. All of those deeply religious gentle souls that passed so quickly and so violently. I think about their spirits being scattered around the world still praying for the enlightenment of all of us.

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Wilkes and Stupid and Gone with the Wind

Posted on April 30, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Cluster synchronicities involve the repetition of names, numbers, and objects, usually within a short period of time. We’ve posted quite a few that deal with number clusters (11s are popular) and with names. We particularly enjoyed this cluster synchro from Johnny Walsh, who we “met” through evolver.net. It’s a layered travel synchro,  which makes it even more interesting.

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On a recent visit to my daughters in upstate New York,we watched “Gone With the Wind” on one of the cable TV stations. A main character in that great movie is Ashley Wilkes. At one point while we watched, that rogue Rhett Butler refers to him as “that stupid Ashley.” After that, whenever Mr. Wilkes appeared on the screen, the kids would yell, “Stupid Ashley!”

After the movie’s stirring climax, we retired for the night. For some pre-sleep relaxation, I opened the new “New Yorker” magazine, plus I turned on the radio. On a talk show a gentleman was plugging his book about coincidence and synchronicity. A cartoon in the magazine caught my eye. It depicted two headstones abutting each other–on the left, the deceased’s name is clearly seen as “Wilkes.” The other stone had an arrow pointing to Wilkes’ gravesite, and has emblazoned upon it “I’m With Stupid,” like the old novelty t-shirts. Just to have the cartoon/movie connection is nice, but to have a guy in the background talking about coincidences makes it a bit more savory.

And then, incredibly, this happened: On the train back to New York City, I had a seat to myself on the Syracuse-to-Albany leg of the trek. In Albany, an attractive woman in her 40’s got on the train and sidled into the empty seat next to me. She began reading the same “New Yorker” magazine I had read a couple of nights earlier. Later, we got to chatting and I asked if she saw that headstone cartoon, and she said she hadn’t. I described to her the coincidence involving a beloved movie, an amusing magazine cartoon, and an off-beat radio show.

She chuckled, if somewhat nervously, and then we both went back to our reading. It’s then that I noticed her Amtrak ticket stub on her pull-down tray in front of her. Under the PASSENGER NAME heading and her signature was her last name. The name printed on it was “Wilks.” No “e” in there like “Wilkes,” but certainly close enough.

I think she was too creeped out to tell me that her name related to my coincidence story after I had told it to her. I was a little creeped out too, I must admit, but I love it when the universe observes us instead of vice versa, and plays around with our minds a little bit.

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Oil Spill

Posted on April 29, 2010 by Trish and Rob
aerial view of oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico

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When synchronicities manifest themselves through global events, the universe seems to be addressing us as a collective – as people of the same country, continent, world. The oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico certainly qualifies as a global synchro.

On March 31, President Obama  unveiled a sweeping plan to open up the eastern Gulf of Mexico, the south Atlantic coast, and areas off northern Alaska to new oil and gas exploration.  As noted in the St Petersburg Times, “Never mind that the eastern gulf has less oil than America consumes in a year.Any supplies would not make a dent in the price of fuel at the pump. But moving the boundary east would shift the next fight over drilling even closer to land.”

Just twenty days later, on April 20, a BP oil rig exploded in the gulf, just 50 miles off the Louisiana coast, killing 11 people and creating what may become the worst oil spill in history.

Initially, BP said that only 1000 barrels of oil a day were leaking (only?!). But a scientist from NOAA says that based on aerial flights and photos, it’s estimated that 5,000 barrels of oil are leaking each day. That’s 210,000 gallons. The spill covers some 600 square miles of water. As of late Thursday evening (April 29) the oil slick was just a few miles from the mouth of the Mississippi River. CNN was reporting that the smell of oil is now present in New Orleans.

Remember the heartbreaking photos in the aftermath of the Valdez disaster? Oily birds, dead fish? Ten wildlife refuges in Mississippi and Louisiana are in the oil spill’s path.

So what’s the message? Is Obama listening?

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Look at the picture of the oil slick and see if you can find a message. I see a squatting monkey in the center of the photo representing the pro-oil politicians. There’s a dog on the monkey’s back, representing the oil lobbyists, and the monkey is reaching toward a ship–representing big oil interests–for a campaign contribution.

Politicians spend up to 90% of their time raising campaign funds. Lobbyists are writing the bills. Money equals free speech. Corprations are people.

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God’s Eye

Posted on April 29, 2010 by Trish and Rob

We typically avoid religious oriented synchronicities, ones that invoke God as the force triggering synchronicity. While generally speaking, you could say God is responsible for all synchronicity–and everything else–relating religion to synchronicity tends to confuse matters.

That said, we came across an interesting article containing an unusual story involving a 13-year-old girl, who apparently was working for God, at least, part-time on weekends.  Here’s the story, as told by John Kehoe.
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“A dramatic example of this [synchronicity]  is shared by a close friend of mine who, as a thirteen-year-old girl, was, as she termed it, “on fire for God.”  She would travel on the bus every Saturday ‘looking to do God’s work.’

“Sometimes she would have meaningful encounters and sometimes not, but every Saturday she rode the bus being led where it felt appropriate. This particular Saturday she was again riding the bus when suddenly she felt the need to get off at a particular bus stop. Across from the bus stop was a tavern, and she walked into the tavern without knowing why.

“Now it is illegal in Canada for anyone under the age of nineteen to be in a tavern and Ann, a young-looking thirteen-year-old, was obviously not nineteen, yet no one stopped her or said a word. ‘It was as if I was invisible,’ she said, recounting the incident. She walked up to a woman who was sitting alone at a table. She sat down and said to her, ‘God has asked me to tell you he loves you and you are not alone.’

“She had no idea why she was saying this, or what the reaction would be from the woman, and was surprised herself at what had come out of her mouth. The woman looked at her in disbelief for several seconds and then burst into tears. ‘Come up to my room,’ she said. They walked up several flights of stairs in the run-down hotel and entered her room. A gun was on the table.

“’I bought this gun yesterday,’ she said, and went on to describe the horrific circumstances she was presently enduring, and how hopeless and alone she felt. ‘This afternoon at one I said to myself, If God does not send me a sign or give me some hope in the next hour I am going to kill myself.’ The clock indicated it was ten minutes to two. In ten more minutes she would have killed herself. The two wept in each other’s arms, and then my friend left the room, never to see the woman again.

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This story might sound like one of those mass e-mails that goes viral, but it was actually part of a well written article, referenced above, from a web site called Mind Power. We hope it’s a true story, and not made up to entertain us. If the latter turns out to be the case, well, we would have to adjust the ‘on fire for God’ part and change it to ‘Liar, liar, pants on fire!’

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