You Get What You Concentrate on

These two photos were taken with Gypsy’s cell phone. The scene here is the apprehension of a bank robber. Even more interesting than the fact that the bad guy was caught is how Gypsy came to be in this particular place, at this particular time.

Yesterday afternoon (July 20), I get a text message from Gypsy that I actually didn’t see until her second text message came through. Here’s the first one: “Just n middle of bank robbery-exciting -all ok-more later.” Then, the 2nd text message:  “All OK- cops got the guy-very weird story about it all-will send details-“

So my interest was piqued and I emailed her, asking what was going on. When she wrote back, I was astonished by the layers of synchronicities and by how literal the universe takes what we say and feel – i.e., the law of attraction.

The day before, on July 19, a major bank in the small town where both her daughters work was robbed at gunpoint by a man who eluded the police and remained at large. When Gypsy first heard about it, she thought that he was going to do it again the next day. She scribbled a note to one of her daughters, telling her not to go into work the next day.

But on  July 20,  her daughter went to work anyyhow, leaving hurriedly, and taking the mailbox key with her that Gypsy needed so she could pick up a check that had come in the mail. Before she left the house, Gypsy checked her account online. She knew it was low, which was why she wanted to get that check deposited. But when she saw the balance, she nearly fainted. “There were parenthesis around it! It so overwhelmed me it was like a storm. I knew, intellectually, that there had been an error, but just seeing those brackets around my balance was horrific! I knew that if it was my mistake, there would be overdraft charges, like highway robbery. I kept muttering to myself about highway robbery and how those charges were like being robbed or throwing my money away.”

She wanted to get to the bank before it closed, to get the account straightened out. But she needed the check, which was in the mailbox for which her daughter had the key. She had to drive 20 miles to her daughter’s office. During the ride, her anxiety and fury about overdraft charges mounted. Highway robbery, highway robbery is racing through her head. She finally peels into the the plaza where her daughter works, gets the key, and explains she can’t talk because she needs to get to her bank before it closes.

“So I’m wheeling out of there and hear sirens from down the highway and I’m rushing to turn back onto the highway to get to my own bank. Out of the blue, a car whips out of the bank parking lot and cop cars and SWAT teams are screeching to a stop around me. Choppers are swooping down low overhead. All these heavily armed guys leaps out of their cars, weapons pulled, all of them shouting, Bank robber, bank robber! I thought the chopper was going to plung through the roof of my car, that’s how low it was. So there I am, front row seat to the guy being dragged out of his getaway car and cuffed and shovede into a patrol car.”

All this time, Gypsy can see inside the robber’s car because it’s sideways in front of her. The police are so busy arresting the guy and searching his vehicle that they don’t notice Gypsy, who is busily snapping photos with her cell phone. An officer finally comes over and tells her to leave. She remembers she has to get to her own bank and happens to glance at the dashboard clock. It reads: 3:33. She makes it to the drive-thru at her bank before it closes.

Later that night on the news, the story is that the guy wasn’t actually robbing the bank where he was apprehended. He was trying to escape the cops, who were in pursuit and finally caught him in front of a state police credit union. The next morning, Gypsy looked at her online bank statement – which finally reflected everything correctly.

She noted the “oddities:”

1. The bank that was robbed at gunpoint was directly across the street from one daughter’s office.
2. The bank where the guy was captured was directly across the street from her other daughter’s office.
3. She had written one daughter a note the night before, telling her not to go to the bank the day the guy was captured.
4. Worried about overdraft fees, she kept muttering “highway robbery” all the way to her daughter’s office to pick up the mailbox key. That phrase was alternated with,  “I might as well have been robbed.”
5.Had there not been a mistake with her statement, she wouldn’t have been there.
6. If she’d remembered to get the mailbox key from her daughter before she had left for work, she would not have been there.
7. The first time she even noticed the time, it was 3:33 (those clustered numbers again!).
8. As it turned out, there was  no problem with her account.
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The law of attraction, indeed!

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Another 7 Secrets Synchro

We’ve heard from several readers about the synchronicities they experience connected with our book. This one came from Ray Getzinger, who posts frequently here. We used a couple of his synchronicities in the book. Ray has traveled extensively and always has great insights on everything from politics to, well,
synchronicity!

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I just finished Part One of The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity. Synchros are coming left and right as I read.  As I get to Premonitions and Precognition I began to think about how I met my wife only to see my story on the next page. Then when you were on the chapter on clusters I see my name again. On the next page you wrote
about multiples of 8. I started thinking about that. I was born 1/7/44 = 88. That was yesterday. I have been thinking about it since with different combinations. My wife was born 4/18/43. By using 1944 I get 10+8=18 the day of the month she was born. By adding 4+3=7 I get the day of the month I was born.

When I was reading about the Trickster I saw a white pickup truck with the word COYOTE written on the side of the bed. I did a search on my phone and found several links at least two of that said White Coyote.

When I read about 911 and the story of Vicki DeLaurentis I was reminded of the following picture done in the 1990s, The Towers by Boris Vallejo:

The first time I saw this picture a few years after 9/11/01 it was shocking to look at. 

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Double Rainbow!!!!

Gabe Carlson of Minneapolis sent us this YouTube video that has gone viral with millions of hits, and even two songs made from it. See below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQSNhk5ICTI

Says Gabe: People make fun of the guy for freaking out like that, but I think he was gobsmacked by synchronicity – if you look into his older videos you’ll see he’s got several videos of rainbows – he goes and finds them in waterfalls and tapes them, brings guests from out of the country to walk through them and see them, etc … then one day he saw that monster double rainbow right outside his front door and it floored him!

(PS – enjoy the songs he has inspired too!)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MX0D4oZwCsA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6g0yZDMBXiE

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Imagine if this guy saw a UFO!

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Meditation Synchros

Rob is teaching a meditation course at our gym, a somewhat unusual pursuit for a place where people grunt and sweat and pound out their miles on treadmills. It’s considered a specialty class, so attendees have to pay over and beyond their monthly gym membership. In other words, they want to be there.

In one recent class, July 12, Rob did a wonderful meditation that involved remote viewing. First, the relaxation. His voice is a voice you would follow to the end of time. I felt myself floating, then the hard floor began to bother my back, so I raised one leg to even things out. But I was still able to follow his voice, leading me – us, the class – to a point in the future where we would see a headline. It might be in a newspaper, on TV, the Internet, even something heard on the radio.

We were supposed to see it vividly, with captions, photos. Just as I perched at the border of sleep, I saw the new containment cap working. The gusher of oil either slowed or stopped. But I dismissed it as wishful thinking and then promptly zoned out.

When Rob brought us out of the meditation, he asked what people had seen. One woman said she had seen the new containment cap working. Rob said he had seen rectangular shapes that were yellow, against a kind of purple background. I’m sitting there thinking, Holy crap. They saw what I saw, and it might all be wishful thinking.

When we got home and turned on Countdown, there it was, the yellow rectangular shape, the new containment cap, against a purple background (the dark water). Olbermann announced that the cap appeared to be working. True to the nature of newspapers today–not being able to keep up with the Internet or cable news–our local paper pictured the yellow cap surrounded by purple water on the front page a day late.

It looked as if the meditation on remote viewing actually had produced accurate results, and since Carl Jung grouped psychic experiences as a sub-set of synchronicity, it’s a synchro hit.The remote viewing meditation  Rob used is one of several meditations on the CD that accompanies his book, Psychic Power.

Four days into the cap, it appears to be holding. And yet Huffingtonpost reports seepage.  So what’s the real deal?

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Spirit Contact

 
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

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

          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

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

                                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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