Solar Eclipse: July 1, 2011

Posted on June 30, 2011 by Trish and Rob

 

Eclipses are weird – not just in the science of what happens, but in the effects they have on us here on Earth. A solar eclipse, which happens only on the new moon, is when the moon passes between the sun and the earth. A lunar eclipse, which occurs only at a full moon,  is when the moon passes behind the earth, so the earth blocks the sun’s light from hitting the moon. Can you visualize that? I can’t.

Solar eclipses tend to concern external events and often represent new opportunities according to the sign and house place of the sun in our birth charts. Sometimes with  SEs, we have to give up or surrender something before we receive whatever the eclipses promises. Lunar eclipses revolve around internal events, emotions, culminations.

On June 1, we had a solar eclipse in Gemini, followed two weeks later by a lunar eclipse in Sagittarius. These two eclipses were positive eclipses. The solar eclipse in Cancer on July 1 may be a bit more problematic. This one forms a cardinal cross and it’s easier to visualize: t.  The t can be arranged in any direction. Like this: |— (with that dotted line solid) or —| or with the long part of the T facing up. It’s called a cardinal cross because the aspects among these planets occurs in cardinal signs – sun and moon in Cancer (water), Uranus in Aries (fire),  Saturn in air sign Libra, and Pluto in earth sign Capricorn.

Cardinal signs indicate the beginning of every season. They are initiators. So you can expect big changes in your life, which will be as positive or negative as you make them. These changes will be triggered by an external event. Even though the event will be as irritating as a grain of sand in your eye, just remember that we, the people, still exert more power collectively than any group of politicians.  Through networking, we empower each other. We have to tend to our families, make sure that we are as sustainable as we can be, given where we live and what we do. We must not be afraid to take risks. Regardless of the time we have left on the planet, a day or 80 years, goals are important. They focus our desires.

This eclipse falls in my natal ninth house of publishing, which makes me a bit uneasy since the  paperback for Esperanza just came out, and sometimes the effects of an eclipse can be felt several days before the actual event. The other day, a Google alert came up for Esperanza. I clicked the link and it led me to a pirate site, where Esperanza was available for free download.

I didn’t want to jump the gun on it, so I sent the link to my editor and asked if she knew anything about the site. She said it was a pirate site – i.e., copyright infringement – and that I should send them a DMCA takedown notice.

I had to Google it to find out what to do and decided to send an email first to the site administrator. Within a few minutes, the administrator wrote back to tell me the link had been removed. So it all turned out fine. Meanwhile, my editor sent the link to the publisher’s legal department.

For more information on this eclipse – and the month of July – take a look at astrologer  Susan Miller’s excellent site. Click your sign and read away.

 

 

 

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The $137,000 Snafu

Posted on June 30, 2011 by Trish and Rob

The one thing you can count on during the presidential campaign season is  global synchronicities.  This one is about Republican candidate Michele Bachmann, whose  ignorance of American history is appalling. She thinks, for instance, that  the founding fathers abolished slavery. She’s against all forms of social programs – Medicare, the health program for seniors, and Medicaid, the health program for the poor.

Yet, her husband’s mental health clinic in Minnesota accepted Medicaid payments for more than $137,000. Marcus Bachmann is president of the clinic. When we heard this on the radio during our drive to the dog park this afternoon, I burst out laughing. $137,000? She’s  history. Here’s why I think so.

Wolfgang Pauli, a Nobel laureate and one of the early supports of Jung’s theories about synchronicity, wrestled with the  implications of 137 for most of his life. It’s a prime number that can be divided by 1 and by itself. Or, put another way, a prime number is a positive integer that can’t equal the product of two smaller numbers. That makes 137 a prime number and a particularly baffling one. In Deciphering the Cosmic Number: The Strange Friendship of Wolfgang Pauli and Carl Jung, Arthur I. Miller refers to this number as the “DNA of light.”

When Pauli was admitted to the hospital at age 58 and learned he would be in room 137, he supposedly said, “I will never get out of here.” He was right. He died shortly afterward.

So 137 – the DNA of light– has exposed Bachman for the hypocrite she is. My remark to Rob was, “She’s toast. That’s Pauli’s death number.”

 

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More Travel Synchros

Posted on June 29, 2011 by Trish and Rob
Traveling, as we’ve often said, seems to attract synchros, and our recent trip to Costa Rica was no exception. One that startled and surprised us took place in Santa Elena, a small village in the Monte Verde cloud forest. Trish had been considering using the village as a site in her next novel in the Esperanza series. We were paying attention to details in the village, so much attention that we nearly missed a synchro that stood out in bold letters.

On our third day in town Trish suddenly stopped in the middle of the street. We were a block from our hotel. She stared in silence for a moment, then hurried across the street as an SUV raced our way.
“Did you see it?” she asked. “How could we have missed it?”

“Missed what?”

“Go back and take a look at the sign right next to the market.” I stepped out into the street, and there it was. I’d missed it, too. In large letters above a shop were the words: SOUVENIRS – ESPERANZA.
Then there’s the fog that rolls in like clockwork every afternoon, eerily reminiscent of the fog in Esperanza.
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Another synchro involved yoga. We were at the counter in the market next to the Esperanza shop when a woman in line next to us said hello. I noticed she was wearing a black t-shirt that said Namaste.

I turned to Trish and said, “She’s wearing your t-shirt.” Trish has one just like it.

The woman smiled, then turned and said, “Does yours have wings?” Her shirt had angel wings painted on the back.
We started talking and it turned out she and her husband owned a yoga studio 2 km away. I mentioned  I was a yoga teacher and she invited me to the studio. I went later in the afternoon and practiced on my own. It was a beautiful studio in the cloud forest. Before I left, she offered me a chance to teach classes there in exchange for a small house where we could stay while visiting. Wow!

We might take her up on the offer. Like attracts like.

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During our week away, I read two novels, Siren’s Song, by Kent Holloway, and Pirate Latitudes, by Michael Crichton. Siren’s Song is a tale about a secretive outfit called ENIGMA  that  hunts mythological sea monsters that have come to life complete with hi-tech implants. I would go back and forth between books, which got somewhat confusing when the pirates encountered a sea monster, the mythical kraken. It was as if the two sea tales temporarily merged.  More like attracts like.
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Finally, as authors of two synchronicity books and this synchro blog, I can’t overlook our golden scarab story. As many of you know, the golden scarab was at the heart of the most famous tale of synchronicity told by Carl Jung, who recognized the importance of meaningful coincidence and was even encouraged by Albert Einstein to pursue his idea. (Einstein, according to Jung, said synchronicity was fully compatible with the new discoveries in physics.)
One of his Jung’s clients was resistant to psychotherapy and the notion of transpersonal realities. During the analysis of one of her dreams that featured a golden scarab, Jung related the mythical meaning of the scarab beetle, but to no avail. They’d reached an impasse, when Jung heard a sound of something striking the window. He walked over and found a shiny rose chafer beetle, the nearest analogy to a golden scarab that was found in his region. He caught the beetle, showed it to his client, and the synchronicity was the turning point in the therapy for the woman.
So one day in Costa Rica, while taking an early morning walk through a rain forest, we came upon a butterfly sanctuary. While looking at a rack holding a variety of cocoons and chrysalises, a man who worked there showed us several dead beetles that he had collected and saved. Two of them were golden scarabs. I arranged them on a palm leaf as if they were holding a meeting.

 

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Our book report…

Posted on June 28, 2011 by Trish and Rob

Time for a little self-promotion. We’ve got new stuff coming out this summer and into the fall. Just yesterday, the paperback edition of Esperanza was released, and a box of books arrived at our door.

Next week the paperback edition of The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity comes out, and along with it will arrive The Synchronicity Journal, where you can collect your synchros.

In August, we’ve got two new books coming out including our second synchronicity book, Synchronicity and the Other Side. Plus, Rob’s novel Time Catcher, featuring anthropologist Will Lansa, will be published in both print and digital. In late September, Double Heart, another Will Lansa novel (a prequel to Time Catcher) will be published.

Just to make sure the books sell well, we’re calling upon the power of the golden scarab. Here he is, photographed by Rob in Costa Rica.

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Ghost Buster

Posted on June 28, 2011 by Trish and Rob

About three months ago,   a writer friend asked if Rob and I could visit and do her and her family a big favor. She explained that her middle daughter, L, has been experiencing ghostly encounters in her room at night, and she won’t sleep in the room any longer. L also insisted that Trish was the only person who could rid her room of the ghost.  We first wrote about it here.

I’ve never tried to banish any spirit to anywhere, probably because I’ve never had the need to do so. However, in preparation for this, I solicited advice from friends who are psychics/mediums, read up on the subject, and came up with a technique I felt might work. Belief seemed to be a huge component in this picture – L’s beliefs. The above drawing, in fact, is her depiction of what she has seen in her room. Creepy little sucker, isn’t it?

The ghost busting venture finally came to pass. First, Rob took photos in L’s room and in different areas of the house where everyone in the family had felt a presence – the bathroom off the guest room where we were sleeping, and in the youngest daughter’s bedroom. Nothing showed up on the digital pictures.

We saged everyone out on the porch,  taking turns, arms extended, legs spread. We jokingly referred to it as the TSA position. I also told L I’d never done anything like this before, that it was as much an experiment for me as it was for her. She’s an old soul, this one, and understood that I was grappling in the dark, just as she was, that it was a joint venture into the unknown. But she joked, “Gee, great. That’s a vote of confidence.”

L’s mom has a gorgeous Salvator Dali tarot deck, so I pulled out the 22 major arcana cards,  fanned them out, and asked L to draw four, to represent the four directions. Her selections: The Magician for the north, the Empress for the south, the Star for the east, Justice for the west.  I used tarot cards because it’s how L and I initially connected. She was interested in the tarot, so I had sent her a copy of the book on the tarot that I co-authored with Phyllis Vega.

The flash on my camera obscured the top card and I had to Google the image to find it.   After she’d chosen the cards, I removed the stones I had brought out along – a large rose quartz and a large amethyst. L laughed and showed me her selections – a piece of rose quartz and an amethyst, smaller, but the same stones.  We knew we were on a synchronistic roll.

In her room, I drew a circle on her floor with white chalk. We placed the tarot cards at the appropriate directions. In the center of the circle went out stones, a candle, , holy water from the Vatican that L and her family had brought back from a trip to Rome, a rosary, sage for smudging.

L’s mom had prayers and blessings to say. L and I stepped into the circle. It wasn’t large enough to include her mom (the room was crowded with stuff), so mom sat just outside the circle and the three of us  held hands and visualized a white dome of protection around us. Then we said the Lord’s Prayer.

I should note that we aren’t traditionally religious people, that none of us adhere to any particular religious belief, but we recognize that certain rituals are powerful statements. The holy water and rosary, for example, were L’s choices, symbols that are meaningful to her, so we used them. Since Mom had some prayers that were meaningful to her and L, we used those, too.

Once this was done, I told L I was going to step outside the circle, smudge the room with sage, and bless the room with the holy water. While I was doing that, I asked her to  bow to each direction, hands pressed together, touching the center of her chest, the Namaste salutation in yoga. The divine light in me recognizes the divine light in you. I also said that while she was doing these salutations, she should ask the spirit/ghost to move on, that it had nothing to fear in the after life, that it wasn’t welcome in her room, this house.  While I saged and sprinkled the holy water around the room, I silently told the spirit it was time to move on.

We repeated these rituals in the younger daughter’s room and in the guest bathroom.  I saged every inch of the house, sprinkled windows and doors with the holy water. I never felt a presence in the house, never felt threatened or intimidated by anything unseen. This led me to believe that the spirit L had seen was drawn to her because of puberty, her psychic energy, to awaken her to her own intuitive ability.

That night, for the first time in eight months, L slept in her bedroom – with all the lights on.  But as her mother noted, “She’s in there. That’s what is important.”

So, we’ll see.

PS It’s now late June, six weeks later, and L is still sleeping in her room, but with the light on. I wonder if I can add ghost-busting to my resume.

 

 

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The Tree

Posted on June 27, 2011 by Trish and Rob

I found this on Brizdaz’s blog and wow, is the trailer powerful. One more must see!

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Synchronicity’s GPS: The Shadow Trickster

Posted on June 26, 2011 by Trish and Rob

A Dali tapestry

I was working on a chapter about shadow tricksters and creativity and Rob remarked that he didn’t understand how this archetype was related to creativity. I started thinking about that.

If we look at our lives as a piece of art, then what are we creating from moment to moment, day to day, month to month? The way we live our lives can be haphazard and chaotic when we’re disconnected from who we are in the deepest pockets of our beings. But when we live mindfully, aware of each breath, touch, encounter, each spoken word, thought, and emotion, then aren’t we creating a lovely tapestry that is uniquely ours?

If the true meaning of creativity is, in its broadest sense, about how we live rather than the books we write, the paintings we paint, the sculptures we mold, the photos we take, then the shadow trickster certainly has a place in creativity. It’s the archetype that sneaks up on us whenever we experience selective amnesia about who we are, what we want, how we’ve treated someone else. It’s the manifestation of where we place our attention, particularly when that placement is negative. The shadow trickster reminds us of what our journey is really about  or where we should actually be and often does this with a wry, sometimes twisted humor or irony.

When I was pregnant, we lived in a condo complex in Fort Lauderdale. The complex itself was nice – tennis courts, swimming pool, and the property backed up to a canal. But the community was gated, with a guard 24/7 because the complex was located in the worst cocaine neighborhood in Lauderdale. On weekend nights, it was business as usual  to hear the shriek of tires and a resounding crash as some fleeing drug dealer burst through the guard rail with the cops in hot pursuit. What the fleeing drug dealer never realized was that there was no way out of the complex – except the way you came in – unless you drove into the canal. Some of them did.

I was about five months pregnant when we realized we probably should move and soon. But just the idea of this daunting task made us huge procrastinators.  I had nightmares about robberies and home invasions, one of them was so vivid that we had the locks changed in the condo. Still, we procrastinated. So one evening, the shadow trickster sneaked up on us.

We were at the gas station up the street, at the vacuum pump. While Rob went to work vacuuming the front seat, I got out to remove the floor mats in the back and left my purse on the floor in front of the passenger seat, with that door open.

In my peripheral vision, I glimpsed a car pull up behind us and started feeling uneasy. I ignored the feeling. Suddenly, this large man pushed me out of the way, grabbed my purse off the floor, and ran toward a waiting Camaro. It happened so fast, that Rob didn’t even see it happen. I was literally mute with shock and it wasn’t until we got back in the car that I said, “That guy just stole my purse.”

“What guy?” he asked.

When we got home, I called the cops. An hour later, a woman in an adjacent neighborhood called, said someone had hurled a purse into her yard, and she found my driver’s license in the wallet. We drove over to the woman’s house, which was right in the middle of the cocaine neighborhood. The elderly woman who had called handed me my purse. “No money there, but they didn’t take the plastic.” Then she patted my arm. “Honey, you need to move out of this neighborhood before your baby is born.”

We thanked her profusely, Rob withdrew the cash in his wallet and pressed it into her hand, and the next morning, we started looking for a new neighborhood. I had been robbed – but not injured – my purse had been returned with everything inside except the cash. The nightmares I had ignored had manifested themselves, but in a much milder form than in my dreams. The shadow trickster had made his point. Six weeks after Megan was born, we moved into a house where we lived for the next eleven years.

I wonder now if the shadow trickster is like the GPS we had in our rental car in Costa Rica. It alerted us whenever we were approaching a dangerous bridge or a particularly winding and dangerous road. If you ignore the alert, you end up in the rushing river below or smashed to smithereens on the far side of a precipice. As an archetype, perhaps the shadow trickster is a course corrector, the synchro that coaxes us – or, if we’ve really strayed, shoves us – back to where we need to be in order to live joyfully, creatively.

During the 2005 hurricane season, someone stole a generator from our garage  and we bought a new generator when we filed an insurance claim. Then, a few years later,  my bicycle was stolen from the garage. But neither of these thefts felt personal, neither of them smacked of the shadow trickster. It felt as if   the thieves needed these items more than we did.

So if the role of the shadow trickster is to correct our course, then this archetype may be more prevalent now, as we work our way through these strange, tumultuous times. Globally, there seem to be more incidents of shadow trickster – Obama being locked out of the White House, that’s just one example. But on a personal level, its appearance in our lives may depend on what we are creating for ourselves moment to moment,  breath to breath. Is your life’s tapestry beautiful to you? In the end, that answer seems to be the only one that matters to the shadow trickster.

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Can we predict the future?

Posted on June 25, 2011 by Trish and Rob

When Carl Jung coined the word synchronicity to define meaningful coincidence,  he used a wide-angle lens, so to speak, encompassing many aspects of psi phenomena in his definition. In a sense, telepathy and precognition and other ‘sixth sense’ abilities are subsets of synchronicity.

But when we explore precognition, we encounter another question that seems to lie on the border of synchronicity. That is, predestination. In a post that appeared on May 24, Trish explored the question of predestination vs. free will. A few days later, we received an incisive and thoughtful comment on the topic from Australian futurist and intuitive counselor Marcus Anthony, who explores these matters in his books and on his blog.

Since many readers probably missed Marcus’s comment, we decided to put it up as a post.  Marcus not only talks in theoretical terms, but also details  specific examples from his work. One thing that struck me as particularly notable is that Marcus contends that the outcome of sporting events are largely predetermined weeks, in not months, before the players take the field.

That’s quite an astonishing idea, especially since skeptics often dismiss precognition on the basis that if it were true,  psychics could accurately predict the results of horse races, football and baseball games, and other sporting events. Marcus tells us that he has done just that.

Here are his comments.

“There is definitely at least some degree of predestination, though I am undecided exactly how much. I work with spiritual energy quite a bit, so I can sense things about the future in various ways. I don’t predict the future though – if people ask and I sense something , I just relate it as a “sense”, not an inevitability. I have often been given numerous hints and warnings about the future, and it seems to me these come from spirit guides. One I relate in my book Discover Your Soul Template was a vision about a visit to a beach, where I was told swimming was unsafe (the vision occured just before I got a phone call from a friend inviting me to the beach – in winter!). At the beach i made sure I didn’t venture out into deep water! There are numerous other cases I could mention. The point is, why would there be any need for spiritual guidance at all if there was no free will? If there was no choice?

“You can get a strong sense of possible futures through accessing intuitive feelings. For example I applied for a job at an Australian university two weeks ago, and two hours later as I was sitting on the subway train on the way home, I projected my feelings into the job and it felt absolutely 100% like an open doorway – like it was just meant to be. I have learned from personal experience that when intuitive feelings are that strong, they are always correct. I’ll let you know what happens with the job! Again, the point is, with so many possible variables with a job application – you can’t possibly know who else will apply or what the people at that workplace will think of your CV, or your interview performance (if you get one) – it suggests that that particular future has already been set.

“A few months ago I tested empirically whether intuitive feelings and visions were reliable by using them to predict outcome for a sporting event involving 13 games – the England’s cricket team’s tour of Australia. before each game I projected my feelings into the game, and used a light trance state to select the winner. I got 11/13 correct. What’s more, because I was investing an intention into the outcomes of games, I had numerous dreams about the outcomes of specific games. All turned out to be correct. During the recent cricket world cup, as an Australian i was hoping Australia would win, but right at the beginning of the month long tournament I had a vision that Australia would be eliminated at the quarter final stage, which turned out to be true. In one early game played against Pakistan (not a knock-out game), I had the strongest intuitive feeling that Australia would lose the game. I predicted Pakistan would win. At that point Australia had been undefeated at cricket games at the world cup for 12 years, so it was a big call. Yes, they lost.

“I now believe that sports events are predetermined many weeks or months before anyone steps onto the field or court. I thus also conclude that many – perhaps even all – of life’s events are determined well in advance of when they happen. Yet there is free will nonetheless. The more conscious you are of the “energy” that is unfolding from present to future, the more you can shift possible futures.”

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I’m not convinced that the results of games are mostly predetermined. After all, if this concept became commonly accepted and people like Marcus could pinpoint the winner, there would be little motivation to play the game or race the horses. Yet, despite any predetermined victor, ultimately free will could still play a role. All it would take would be for a key player on the perceived winning team to drop out of the game at the last minute. Or maybe a referee makes a bad call and throws the game. Unless those factors are also predetermined, free will would still prevail.

As Marcus concludes, “The more conscious you are of the ‘energy’ that is unfolding from present to future, the more you can shift possible futures.” Hence, free will exists in spite of any perceived underlying patterns that suggests victory or defeat.

Complicated stuff. – R

 

 

 

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Endgame

Posted on June 23, 2011 by Trish and Rob

This piece was written by Pulitzer-prize winning author and New York Times reporter Chris Hedges, and read by George Atherton. It’s powerful, chilling, but not without hope. Rather like The Key, in that sense.

It addresses many of the concerns discussed on this blog from time to time, and on other blogs. Nancy Atkinson’s blog has gone into some depth about sustainable communities, one of the things Hedges talks about. It’s worth listening to in its entirety.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImSzACcQ368&feature=player_embedded#at=45

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Thomas Edison sees gold

Posted on June 23, 2011 by Trish and Rob

Photograph of Edison circa 1911 is from the Library of Congress.
One hundred years ago today, June 23, 1911, the Miami Metropolis published predictions about the year 2011 from Thomas Edison.

Edison makes some amazing predictions about a future of golden automobiles, the discontinuation of gold as currency, the rise of steel and the death of the steam engine.

Especially interesting considering the emergence of digital books, Edison predicted that books would be printed on leaves of nickel, “so light to hold that the reader can enjoy a small library in a single volume.”

He goes on to explain that, “a book two inches thick will contain forty thousand pages, the equivalent of a hundred volumes; six inches in aggregate thickness, it would suffice for all the contents of the Encyclopedia Britannica. And each volume would weigh less than a pound.”

He was a bit short-sighted on the possibilities of how many pages could be stored in a small volume, like a Kindle. But not bad. Here’s the original  article.

What will the world be a hundred years hence?

None but a wizard dare raise the curtain and disclose the secrets of the future; and what wizard can do it with so sure a hand as Mr. Thomas Alva Edison, who has wrested so many secrets from jealous Nature? He alone of all men who live has the necessary courage and gift of foresight, and he has not shrunk from the venture.

Already, Mr. Edison tells us, the steam engine is emitting its last gasps. A century hence it will be as remote as antiquity as the lumbering coach of Tudor days, which took a week to travel from Yorkshire to London. In the year 2011 such railway trains as survive will be driven at incredible speed by electricity (which will also be the motive force of all the world’s machinery), generated by “hydraulic” wheels.

But the traveler of the future, says a writer in Answers, will largely scorn such earth crawling. He will fly through the air, swifter than any swallow, at a speed of two hundred miles an hour, in colossal machines, which will enable him to breakfast in London, transact business in Paris and eat his luncheon in Cheapside.

The house of the next century will be furnished from basement to attic with steel, at a sixth of the present cost — of steel so light that it will be as easy to move a sideboard as it is today to lift a drawing room chair. The baby of the twenty-first century will be rocked in a steel cradle; his father will sit in a steel chair at a steel dining table, and his mother’s boudoir will be sumptuously equipped with steel furnishings, converted by cunning varnishes to the semblance of rosewood, or mahogany, or any other wood her ladyship fancies.

Books of the coming century will all be printed leaves of nickel, so light to hold that the reader can enjoy a small library in a single volume. A book two inches thick will contain forty thousand pages, the equivalent of a hundred volumes; six inches in aggregate thickness, it would suffice for all the contents of the Encyclopedia Britannica. And each volume would weigh less than a pound.

Already Mr. Edison can produce a pound weight of these nickel leaves, more flexible than paper and ten times as durable, at a cost of five shillings. In a hundred years’ time the cost will probably be reduced to a tenth.

More amazing still, this American wizard sounds the death knell of gold as a precious metal. “Gold,” he says, “has even now but a few years to live. The day is near when bars of it will be as common and as cheap as bars of iron or blocks of steel.

“We are already on the verge of discovering the secret of transmuting metals, which are all substantially the same in matter, though combined in different proportions.”

Before long it will be an easy matter to convert a truck load of iron bars into as many bars of virgin gold.

In the magical days to come there is no reason why our great liners should not be of solid gold from stem to stern; why we should not ride in golden taxicabs, or substituted gold for steel in our drawing room suites. Only steel will be the more durable, and thus the cheaper in the long run.

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Considering the price of gold, Edison was a tad off. It goes to show that even the brilliant minds of the day can’t really foresee a century in the future. But he was on the right track with books.

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