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The people are friends or colleagues. They gather at a bar  for a couple of drinks, then don aprons and approach their assigned easels, paint brush in hand. It’s paint night at the bar in Orlando and the young blond master artist smiles and begins her instructions.

Over the next two and a half hours, the artists – most who have never painted a picture in their lives – will re-produce a selected painting using 5 acrylic paints. They’ll go home with their art, hopefully happy painters. The motto for Paint Nite is: Drink Creatively – No Experience Required.

Paint Nite is a new thing in Orlando. It began in Boston and has been catching on across the country as an ‘alcohol ad-on.’ Our daughter Megan happened to see an ad on Craig’s List for artists and applied. The timing was perfect. Her galley show was underway and the same day she was contacted about her application, she was interviewed by FOX-35 about her art work. Needless to say, she was hired and became Orlando’s first Paint Nite master artists.  Eventually, she could be working five nights a week as the company expands.

The synchronicity here is that days before finding this job that fits so well with her background and downtown Orlando lifestyle, she had undergone an extensive interview and swim test to get a job at Sea World. She thought she had it. After all, they had hired her a year earlier, but because of speeding tickets she was dismissed before she even began. The job would’ve entailed driving a golf cart on rare occasions. While corporate policy prevailed, they told her to apply again. This time she was only one of two applicants who completed the swim test successfully. She thought she was in, and was very disappointed when she didn’t get the job.

But if she had been hired for the part-time minimum wage job at Sea World, she wouldn’t have seen  the ad for Paint Nite master artist. Now she is earning approximately four times the salary paid by Sea World and is her own boss. Meanwhile, she continues with her downtown dog-walking business, which is expanding.

So it’s an example of a big disappointment turning into something very special and rewarding. Good going, Megan!

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Here’s the painting Megan will be teaching others to paint:

To practice teaching people how to paint the painting below, we held a practice session this weekend. Here’re some photos from that. Two of Megan’s friend, Bill and Stephanie, were there and so was Maddie, our 10-year-old neighbor, and me. What fun it was!

This video is amazing.

 I’ve often wondered about places and people that disappear under mysterious circumstances.  Take the Roanoke colony, founded in 1587 on the coast of what was then Virginia and is now North Carolina.

The colony was settled by a hundred men and women, who intended to farm and to pay for supplies from home by selling wild sassafras, then used in England for medicinal purposes. The governor of the colony, John White, sailed back to England for supplies that would help the colonists live through the winter.

But he was detained in England by the war with Spain for more than three years. He was able to gain passage back to Roanoke on a private expedition that agreed to stop at the colony on the way back from the Caribbean. White landed on August 18, 1590, his granddaughter’s third birthday, but the settlement was deserted. Evenm his daughter and granddaughter were gone.

All the house and structures had been dismantled, there was no sign of a struggle, and no trace of the 90 men, 17 women, and 11 children. The only clue found in the deserted settlement was a word carved into a post of the fence around it: Croatan, the name of a local Indian tribe. White supposedly had instructed the colonist that if anything happened to them before he returned, a Maltese cross should be carved onto a nearby tree  and it would indicate that their disappearance had been forced. Since there wasn’t any cross, so White assumed they had moved to Croatoan Island – now known as Hatteras Island.

Inclement weather prevented him for searching Hatteras for the missing colonists and he returned to England.

 What actually happened to the lost colonists remains a mystery. One theory is that they assimilated into some friendly North American tribe. Another theory is that they were slaughter by the Spanish, who were colonizing Florida.  

 This kind of strange disappearance is a great what if premise for fiction. In fact, Dean Koontz, in his novel Phantoms, delves into it and Roanoke is mentioned. But what about people who suddenly vanish?

 On September 23, 1880, David Lang, a farmer living near Gallatin, Tennessee, supposedly set off across a field and vanished in full sight of his wife. His disappearance was allegedly witnessed by two arriving visitors, who had waved to him as they passed him in their buggy.  After Fate magazine wrote about the case in 1953,  a search was conducted of the 1880 census records for Sumner County where the Langs had supposedly lived, but the name Lang wasn’t found.

 In 1873, an English shoemaker named James Worson accepted a friend’s bet that he couldn’t run from their town of Leamington Spa to Coventry and back, a distance of  about 16 miles.  Worson set out with three friends following him in a cart. After a couple of miles, he stumbled, pitched forward – and vanished.

His three buddies knew what they’d seen and frantically searched the area. They couldn’t find him and eventually went to the police, but stuck to their version of the story – their friend had simply disappeared.

There are probably hundreds, maybe thousands of stories like these. Some may be explicable, but how many may be attributable to something else? To something science doesn’t understand yet?

Take a look and draw your own conclusions!

 We have a lot of grocery stores in our town. Publix, a chain, is the closest to our  house and is where I usually shop. It’s where I met a Cuban woman, Marina, who bags groceries.

In Cuba, Marina was an emergency room physician, a woman accustomed to dealing with a crisis rapidly, efficiently. She made a good living, her mother and sister lived nearby, but life was never easy.  In the 1990s when the lottery opened up for Cuban residents to immigrate to the U.S., she tossed in her and her husband’s names. And then she lit a candle to St. Jude, the Catholic patron saint of desperate cases and lost causes.

St. Jude’s day – October 28 – is widely celebrated in Cuba. Candles are lit, prayers are uttered, meals are dedicated to him. For days and weeks and months, Marina supplicated St. Jude to let her and her husband’s names be drawn in the lottery. And when her name was drawn, she felt certain that St. Jude had intervened on her behalf.

This is the sort of stuff Marina and I talk about in the Publix parking lot, while we’re unloading my groceries from the cart and putting them in the trunk of my car. During our last conversation about St. Jude, she told me that Publix carries St. Jude candles, with the prayer written in Spanish on the back. I said I would buy one and light it for her sister, who is undergoing treatment for leukemia.

Around this same time, Jane Clifford, a healer in Wales, wrote that she had invoked St. Jude on several occasions and the saint always had come through for her. In one instance when her son was younger, she needed a lot of money for Harry’s tuition – more than 30,000 pounds – and it had come through.

 I began to think about this, about St Jude’s name appearing twice in a short period of time, and knew that if there was a third occurrence, it would count as a cluster synchro and I’d better pay close attention. Sure enough, mid-October rolled around. My friend Hilary arrived for a week of intense writing, in which we intended to finish a screenplay for my novel Ghost Key, that we started last spring. We put in more than 70 hours, with a break for a couple of dinners out and a trip one afternoon to a hair salon.

During that drive to the salon, we talked about philosophy, UFOs, metaphysical belief systems. Hilary is a Hemingway, the niece of Ernest, and she wrote a screenplay with Andy Garcia about Hemingway’s last days in Cuba that will go into production next spring. She’s married to Jeff Lindsay, the creator and author of the  Dexter books. Before Dexter, they were struggling as writers. So I said, “For your lives to have changed so radically, there had to be a dramatic change in your beliefs. What was it?”

She thought for a moment, then said, “I can think of only two things. We went to Key West one weekend and there’s this big ceiba tree  where people write down their wishes and places them in the gigantic roots. I wrote my wishes for Jeff, that his new book would sell and succeed  separate from anything Hemingway. The other thing was that Jeff lit a candle in honor of St. Jude and kept it lit for a year.”

Bingo. Three references, a cluster synchro.

As a long lapsed Catholic, the only thing I find seductive about the Catholic church and its beliefs is the mystical element – the belief that certain things are powerful.  It’s no different than a belief  in a particular nutritional program that will help you lose weight or a belief in lucky numbers that will attract your soul mate. Belief, it all boils down to belief. This type of thinking is often referred to as magical – and usually in a disparaging way – but I figure, well, why not? What do I have to lose? Yet, we aren’t in desperate straits, its not as if one of us is dying of some terrible disease or that we’re going to lose our house tomorrow. But, why not? Why not?

We have a number of pending projects, so today I wandered over to Publix to find the St. Jude candle. There weren’t any. I could have made the hike to a botanica in downtown West Palm Beach, a shop that stocks all the tools uses in Santeria, a Cuban-mystical religion. I knew it would have the candles. But I realized the power of St. Jude lies in the ritual, the lighting of the candle, the invocation, the intent of the person who is asking for intervention. So I bought this beautifully scented candle that is probably used in the rooms of model homes.

During checkout the cashier sniffed it. The person bagging my groceries sniffed it. The customer in front of me took a whiff. All of them approved. Sniff, sniff, nod, nod, very nice.  Yeah, it was a weird moment.

When I got home, Rob had already looked up prayers for St. Jude, which were too overtly religious for us. So we made up our own invocation.

Stay tuned.

Before you look at the video, read this trickster story!

We received an interesting email from Randall Acord, who heard us on George Noory’s Coast to Coast last February, on the day that Aliens in the Backyard was released. Randall asked if he could share some of his synchronicity stories, so here’s a good one that has the trickster’s fingerprints all over it:

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 I had borrowed my mother’s car and was calling her to let her know I was coming over to return it. She asked if I would take it by a garage and have a new universal belt put on it.

I told her that I’d be glad to, but I really didn’t think that a car that new should be needing a new belt this early and in fact, the garage was probably just trying to invent some business. I went on to tell her that my car had twice the mileage and never had a new belt. And what was their reasoning that it even needed replaced,  anyway?

She reluctantly agreed to put it off and I proceeded to return her car. My wife was to drive her car and I would follow her and bring her back in our car. But  as she was pulling out I discovered that my car, even though it started and as in gear, would not move. I got out, motioned my wife back and proceeded inside to call my mother to inform her of the delay.

As I got out of my car, I nearly tripped over…..you guessed it- MY universal belt, lying on the ground. I’m still not sure whether this was synchronicity or the power of a mother, thinking I just didn’t want to take the time to change hers!

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Now take look at the video!

This little girl – 9 years old, 4th grade in the U.S. – is simply awesome. Is it a past-life talent? Does that even matter?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBMfgLvRZJs#t=53

If this is not a hoax, then it is an incredible video. The text below appeared on Kate Valentine’s UFO site.

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Like The Exorcist, the legendary Poltergeist movies are a part of popular culture—at least the creepy side of it and some weird synchros were involved before, during and after the filming.

The simple phrase: “The-e-e-y’re here,” instantly reminds us of the creepy scene in which the little girl, Carol Anne Freeling,is abducted by evil spirits in the TV.

In the pool scene, the skeletons that emerge from the muddy water were real. JoBeth Williams was unaware of this until the scene had already been filmed. Director William Friedkin felt somewhat uneasy about the matter and possibly sensing what was coming, asked technical advisor Reverend Thomas Bermingham to exorcise the set. He gave a blessing and talked to the cast and crew to reassure them, but refused to perform an exorcism, saying it might increase anxiety.

 The presence of real skeletons on the set might’ve been a premonition of strange events related to the movie, including multiple deaths, including the two young actresses who played sisters.

 Julian Beck, who played the bad spirit’ in Poltergeist II, died of stomach cancer in 1985.  Two years later, Will Sampson who played the ‘good spirit’ in Poltergeist II, died after receiving a heart-lung transplant. Will was also known as the tall ‘mute’ Indian in One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest.

 The two men had medical conditions, so their deaths aren’t nearly as strange as the  deaths of the two girls. Dominique Dunn, who played the older sister in the first Poltergeist movie, was strangled by her ex-lover shortly after the release of the first movie in 1982. Six years later, Heather O’Rourke, who played the little girl Carol Anne in all three movies, died of congenital intestinal stenosis at the age of 12. She was on a break from filming Poltergeist III at the time and a replacement was used in parts of the film.Ironically, Dominique Dunn and Heather O’Rourke, the on-screen sisters, are buried in the same cemetery.

 The Omen,  a classic horror film about the devil’s offspring, might be the most cursed film of the genre. Before and during the filming, there were many…omens.

 A series of peculiar accidents plagued the cast, crew and even people loosely connected to the film. The strange occurrences began with a series of unlikely lightning strikes.

 Before filming began, the plane carrying novelist and screenwriter David Seltzer was struck by lightning, and he was lucky he survived. In another electrifying incident, a plane transporting the film’s star, Gregory Peck, was also struck by lightning. The pilot managed to land the plane safely and nobody was hurt. During filming in Rome, a bolt of lightning narrowly missed producer Harvey Bernhard.

Peck had another close brush with death during the filming, when he cancelled a trip to Israel that crashed and killing all onboard. With all the strange happenings, it was a wonder that Peck decided to continue on with the project.

It’s also surprising that director Richard Donner didn’t walk away from The Omen when he was hit by a car, and stayed at a hotel that was bombed by the IRA. In a separate vehicle related incident, a number of crew members were nearly killed on the first day of shooting in a head-on car crash.

As another omen, the poster for the movie depicted the silhouette of a boy with a wolf-like shadow. The movie title was above and below the image were the words: YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

With The Crow, Tragedy and irony, as well as mystery and intrigue, overtook the plot maneuvers of this comic book adaptation when real life and fiction collided head-on in the making of this cult classic. The film’s star, Brandon Lee, was accidentally shot and killed with a life bullet in a scene in which he was to be murdered, and his death led to rumors of an actual murder.

Like The Omen, the production was cursed from day one of shooting, Feb. 1, 1993, when a carpenter was badly shocked and burned after a lift he was operating struck high-voltage power cables. Other incidents included a grip truck catching fire, a stuntman falling through the roof of one of the sets, a handyman crashing his car through the studio’s plaster shop, and a member of the crew accidentally stabbing a screwdriver through his hand. Six weeks into the shoot, a powerful storm destroyed a number of elaborate set pieces that delayed the shooting schedule.

Somehow, the production finally wrapped. As a result of the tragedy and mystery surrounding the making of The Crow, the film stood out from the plethora of horror films and led to its cult status.

Weird synchros all the way around!