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Clusters of synchronicities apparently can happen with anything but often occur with numbers. In our book 7 Secrets of Synchronicity, secret 5 is called The Clusters and there’s a section just on numbers. Recently, we received two emails from friends who are experiencing number clusters. The first is from Judi Hertling of Canada, whose stories we have used in several of our books. From Judi:

Have you or any of the online community noticed a dramatic increase in appearance of cluster numbers over the past few months? My synchros don’t usually involve numbers, however they do sometimes include books and your played a part in mind a couple of days ago.

Over the past few months, I have been experiencing number clusters on an almost daily basis. Usually, the same numbers show up a few times a day. They started on March 11 with 3:33, 4:44, 5:55 and 11:11.  Most days since then 1:11, 11:11, and 3:33 continue to appear in various ways. On April 18, 333 showed up twice – 3:33 PM and 3:33 left on a timer that I had set for 20 minutes. Interesting on this one – look at the date, the 18^th: 1+8=9, 3+3+3=9. 333 appeared twice – 9+9=18.

The day before yesterday, 11:11 showed up three times during my day. Feeling a strong urge to look at my books, I picked up your book, 7 Secrets of Synchronicity, opened the page at random, and it opened to 92 (9+2=11) and the sections on the page were 11, 111, and 11:11. What are the odds of that? I wonder.

Coincidentally, my close friend Kelly, who is an amazingly gifted medical intuitive, is also experiencing the same number clusters. When we talk by phone- she lives in the U.S. – we discover that we’re each experiencing the same numbers at the same time.

Pretty cool, I think, especially since both Kelly and I have been aware that both of our intuitive abilities, visioning, and our connection to universal energies has also increased over the past few months. It feels like a veil has thinned and that we are more able to tape into source energy. I’m experiencing the most amazing visions, insights, memories, waking dreams, whatever you choose to call them, usually very early in the morning. They send my whole day into a blissful state of being. Kelly is experiencing a heightened ability to read people medically and energetically and is also having some fabulous experiences with her clients.

Something energetically and intuitively is definitely going on and it’s quite wonderful. Is anyone else experiencing heightened intuition or awareness?

 The next email is from Nancy Atkinson, who is currently researching and writing a book:

I’ve been having Doreen Virtue synchros the last few days.  It started with the numbers 11:11, 1:11, 111, coming up several times a day. I could no longer ignore them and thought I’d do a little more research. 

I Googled 11:11 and Doreen Virtue came up, and since I already knew about her, I put the numbers into the Gaiam TV website and she came up again. It was a long interview (for Gaiam) so I decided to watch it. I was totally intrigued by what she had to say and sent the link to my daughter, Jen.

Then today I decided to listen to an interview on Veritas about a woman who has written a book on reincarnation Since that’s the chapter I’m writing, I started to listen to see if she offered anything I didn’t already know. She says she was a skeptic and didn’t believe in anything woo woo, but was really frightened of dying. Her world changed when she went to a Doreen Virtue event and decided to research the subject – thus the bestselling book. I finally decided I was being led, so I went to her website to see if she was speaking anywhere near where we live and found this conference.

Hay House, of course, is a great publisher of all things esoteric and Louise Hay was one of my very first “teachers.” So Jen and I are attending together in May! Great group of speakers – Wayne Dyer, Bruce Lipton, Doreen Virtue etc. It’s a “Yes, I can” conference, maybe just what I need for my book and Jen’s blossoming career. We’ll see!

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Anyone else experiencing number clusters?

 I rarely see anything about the I Ching in the mainstream media. But the other day, I ran across an article  worth mentioning.

But first, a bit of explanation. The I Ching has been around for at least 5,000 years, but was introduced to a larger Western audience in 1950 through the translation of Richard Wilhelm, a European who spent most of his life translating ancient Chinese texts.  Carl Jung wrote the introduction to the text in 1949, the first time he publicly defined his theory of synchronicity.  

Jung contended that divination fell under the broad umbrella of synchronicity. When you ask a question and toss the coins, the resulting hexagrams are a reflection of an inner condition.

The system is based on 64 patterns known as hexagrams, which are derived by tossing three coins six times. Bones originally were used and later, stalks of yarrow.  Hexagrams consist of 6 horizontal lines, either broken or unbroken. Using coins, heads (yang) equals 3 points and tails (yin) equals 2.  So, 3 heads and a tail would equal 8. Both 6 and 8 are broken lines; 7 and 9 are unbroken.  In addition, 6s and 9s are “changing lines,” which suggest the present situation is in flux. So a 6- broken line – would change to solid line and a 9 – an unbroken line – would change to a broken line and you would have a new hexagram, the evolution of your question.

As Jung wrote in his introduction, whoever invented the I Ching believed the hexagram was “the exponent of the moment in which it was cast.” In other words, you ask a question, toss the coins, and the hexagram(s) you receive is like a snapshot in time, a manifestation of an internal condition.

The McKenna brothers wrote about the I Ching in their book The Invisible Landscape: Mind, Hallucinogens, and the I Ching. They considered the 64 hexagrams to be archetypes of the human condition.

There are plenty of websites and blogs that deal with the I Ching and there are a fair number of free apps, too. One of the best websites is that of Adele Aldridge.   But you don’t usually find much about the system in traditional venues like magazines and newspapers. So I was delighted when I dropped by Raw Story the other day and found one of the top stories is from The Guardian, entitled,  I Ching: the Ancient Chinese Book of Wisdom at the Heart of Every Computer.

The writer, Demien Walter, begins by talking about how the I Ching influenced Gottfried Wilhelm von Liebniz, a mathematician in the late 1600s, who discovered the model for a new math in the heart of this ancient divination system.

“The I Ching represents the binary poles of reality as Yin and Yang. Like 1 and 0, these are abstract concepts that can represent the poles of any binary set, but in the text of the I Ching are often discussed as female and male…the I Ching was far more ambitious than the current applications of binary code, even in the most powerful supercomputer.  The 64 hexagrams…claim to represent nothing less than the archetypal situations of human life itself.”

He goes on to explain that in the philosophy of the I Ching, reality isn’t entirely real, it’s more like a dream or an illusion. Perhaps it’s rather like the movie The Matrix, where Keanu Reeves “wakes up” and realizes that he’s been living in a vat of liquid, connected to hoses and tubes, and that the earth has been taken over by aliens.

“This dream of reality arises from the binaries of Yin and Yang, as they play out their infinite combinations. It’s not surprising then, from the I Ching’s perspective, that anything in the dream of reality can be represented as a model of its binary constituents, I a string of 1s and 0s, processed by a computer.”

“The real question,” Walter writes, “is can we wake up from the dream we’re in already?”

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I asked Adele Aldridge  if f I could use her illustration for this post. It depicts an image for hexagram 11, in the I Ching. Peace. It’s one of my favorite hexagrams. Adele is illustrating each of the 64 hexagrams, a daunting task- and a labor of love.

finished granola

This morning, I received an email through an iCloud account I use so rarely that I don’t even remember the password. It was from someone I don’t know – Grayce MacDonald –  and the subject heading read: Granola.

 I thought, Huh?

I know two people who have recipes for making granola from scratch –  our friend Carol Bowman and Rob, who got his recipe from Carol. Only a few days ago, Rob commented that he’d given the recipe to his biking friend, Don. I don’t eat Granola for breakfast. Every morning, I have the same thing – a grapefruit and half an English muffin – so I have no clue why this person I don’t know sent the recipe to me.

I asked Rob if he knew anyone named Grayce MacDonald – maybe a Facebook friend – with whom he was trading Granola recipes. Nope, he said, and asked to see the recipe.  He noted that Grayce’s recipe calls for slivered almonds, while the one he and Carol use calls for pecans, but otherwise, the recipes are identical.

I pressed reply on my phone and wrote Grayce, thanking her for the recipe but said she probably had sent it to the wrong person.

This afternoon, Rob and I talked about whether this was a synchro. He said he thought it would be a synchro if this Grayce person had gotten the recipe from Carol and then sent it to me, unaware that I know Carol. But it feels like a cluster synchro in the making because it’s the third time in the last few days that this recipe has cropped up.

At any rate, for anyone who would like to make their own granola, here’s the recipe:

7 cups old fashioned oatmeal

1 cup shredded coconut

1 cup slivered almonds

1 cup soy powder

1 cup sesame seeds

1 cup powdered milk

1 cup sunflower seeds

1 cup raw wheat germ

Combine the above in a large pan.

In a separate bowl, beat together 1 cup of honey and a cup of canola oil. Mix the dry and moist ingredients and spread in 2 large cake pans.

Bake at 250 degrees for an hour. After 30 minutes, stir the granola in the pan, bake the remaining half hour, until it’s slightly brown.

Top granola with fresh fruit and or yogurt and enjoy!

And we’ll see if there are any more granola mentions!

 Charles R. Romer and his wife, Catherine, both retired, spent the winter of 1980 in Florida. On April 8, they started back to their home in Scarsdale, New York. That afternoon, they checked into a motel in Brunswick City, Georgia.

Later that afternoon, a highway patrolman saw their black Lincoln on the road. Were they headed somewhere for dinner? To go shopping? Wherever they were headed, they never arrived.

Three days after they checked into the motel, the management realized the room hadn’t been slept in and notified the authorities. The police, of course, were baffled. They guessed that the Romers had gone off the road into a swamp or had been robbed and killed.

The only clues were the brief glimpse of their car n the highway by the cop and their luggage, left behind in their room.

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It’s one thing when a Boeing 777 or a famous person – Amelia Earhart, Jimmy Hoffa, Michael Rockfeller, to name several- disappear. But there’s something strangely troubling about the disappearance of ordinary people who are simply going about their lives.  Here’s a list of people who have vanished without trace since the 1800s.

All of these disappearances beg the question: Where did all these people go? What happened to them?

And where do mass disappearances fit into this? Among the most mysterious are the  disappearance of the citizens of Roanoke Colony, last seen alive in 1587, and of 30 men, women and children who vanished from an Inuit fishing village in the first half of the  20^th century.

After Malaysian Flight 370 disappeared, CNN concluded that the event may be the greatest mystery of all time. They followed this pronouncement with a roundup of  other enigmas. It’s an intriguing list.

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Happy Easter to everyone!

Nika and Kilt

In 2011, our daughter asked us if she could get her own dog. Since she was living at home at the time, she wanted to make sure it was okay with us.

One very hot August morning, she and I set out to find a puppy. She wanted a dog young enough for her to train, and preferred a Border Collie. Our first stop was the county animal shelter. I found the place to be sad and downright depressing. It wasn’t air conditioned. Large fans circulated the warm, sticky air and even before we entered the cage area, we could hear the dogs – barking, whining.

Nearly every other cage held a pitt bull. The cages were long and narrow, clean but completely uninteresting – no toys, ragged bedding, nothing to occupy a dog. When I asked an employee about the number of pitts, she shrugged and said that pitts were really cute when they were puppies, but that as they got older, the owners changed their minds about owning the breed. Sometimes, the animals were just left out in front of the shelter.  “So many of them end up here – and are usually euthanized.”

Our next stop was Peggy Adams, a private, non-kill shelter. And what a difference from the county facility! The entire dog area was air-conditioned. The cages were probably five times the size of the cages at Animal Control, like miniature houses. And the bedding was beautiful, the toys enticing. Private funds apparently go much farther than county funds. Megan spent some time with a couple of these dogs, including a Border Collie, but we were later told the BC had already been purchased and was awaiting pickup.

Our third stop was Big Dog Rescue, a private, non-kill, quirky dog adoption center that sprawls across several acres in a neighborhood behind Loew’s Hardware. It’s a freewheeling sort of place, with a main building that’s more like a giant, comfortable living room, where dogs lounge and stroll around.

Megan told the woman at the desk what kind of dog we were looking for  – Border Collie or a BC mix. We were taken to a back room, where some puppies had just been rescued from a Miami kill shelter. Megan and I both gravitated toward a black and white pup that the woman claimed was a BC or a BC mix, and we took her outside to see how she interacted with us.

If there’s love at first sight between people and their animal companions, this was it. We picked up Nika three days later, after she’d had her shots, and she lived with us for the next year, while Megan worked as an intern at Disney’s Sea World in Orlando. She became Noah’s closest buddy. Our golden retriever loved on her and played with her and pretty much trained her in the way of the cats, the way of  squirrels, the way of the world.

But was Nika a Border Collie? She had the same coloring and possessed many of the same mannerisms, but her fur was short.  Did that discount her? Megan decided to have her DNA tested through some outfit on the Internet. Their conclusion? Oh, well, she’s a Pomeranian. Really? In the photo at the top of the post, Nika is the dog on the right. Here’s what a Pom looks like:

When Nika finally moved to Orlando with Megan, I felt the void. Noah felt the void. I so wanted to get another dog, preferably a BC or a BC mix. It took the universe a while to manifest the Border Collie, but when it did, it manifested two of them.

Our friend Cassie moved into our house in January, with Willow and Kilt, Border Collies who are 10 and less than two years of age respectively. And living with these dogs, I’ve decided that Nika is mostly Border Collie. Here’s why:

Focus. This breed is known for their focus on a particular task.  Give them a task – ball, squirrel, Frisbee, whatever it is – and there is no other breed more intent on achieving a goal. Nika, Kilt, and Willow all possess this trait.

Speed. Even though we’ve never clocked Nika or Kilt, a friend who owns a BC had his dog clocked. She came in at 28 miles per hour. We figure Nika and Kilt can do at least that.

Herders.  This species of dog is bred to herd sheep, but in real life, they will herd anything – squirrels, birds, other dogs, cats, even humans.  Kilt has more of this than Nika, who just wants to be friends with everyone. But when Nika is on, she exhibits the BC trait of lying low, ready to pounce. If her humans aren’t paying attention to her, she – like Kilt – will trot over with a toy and thrust it in my lap. Play with me, give me a task, or I’m going to drive you crazy.

Intelligence. Quick learners, masters of tricks. High five, play dead, spin, kiss, lie down, sit, stop.  But in this department, Nika is a bit different. As Megan noted one time when she was home, Kilt and Willow will do tricks even if they don’t really want to. If Nika isn’t into the trick thing, she’ll simply walk away.

And so, the synchro here is about Border Collies, how Megan and I wanted one, how I wanted one after Nika moved to Orlando, and how the universe delivered three of them.

Cassie and her dogs move to Asheville, North Carolina in late April and will return next November. I’ll miss these BCs in the same way that I missed Nika when she first left. But I must say I won’t miss the endless clumps of fur and dirt and leaves that three dogs track into the house. I won’t miss how three dogs tend to dominate your life in unprecedented ways…park, squirrels,  treats, Frisbee toss, ball toss, eat, play, bark, bark  bark, play with me…

So okay, universe. I get it. I now understand Border Collies.

One of the blogs I visit frequently is Adelita Chirino’s Lita Dreaming. Adelita has studied under dream researcher and author Robert Moss and often posts about the connection between dreams and synchronicities. When I read about her monkey dream synchro, I asked if we could re-post it and she said sure.  It’s an intriguing story.

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Sometimes I just curl up on the bed, surrounded by an assortment of dream journals and go on a quest. A question I’m pondering leads me to remember various dreams. I remember approximately when I had them and, because my journals are dated and pretty organized, I usually find what I’m looking for.

Then I cozy up with my book and read. So often I can’t believe what I’m reading; it’s a revelation I would have missed had I not written the dream down.

Another joy my journals afford me is a gallery of drawings and pictures I’ve made or collected that represent my dream images.

A favorite example is also a wonderful synchronicity.

I dream that I’m floating down a river, in lush tropical surroundings with vines and trees dripping into the surface of the water. As my little boat floats gently by the banks, under a lovely tree, I look up and see the most beautiful, sweet little monkey hugging the branch and looking at me. I outstretch my arms to the little creature and it melts into them and we embrace in loving bliss.

A bit later I’m visiting my wonderfully talented artist friend, Mally DeSomma, and see a pastel painting of my little monkey hanging in her studio. I’m stunned by the exactness of the likeness, especially the attitude that shines from it. I tell her my dream and, to my pure and utter delight, she gives me the original. It’s in a place of honor in my home. I am forever grateful to my dreams and to Mally.

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So was this synchro precognitive?

Tune in (if you’re awake) to Coast to Coast with Rob MacGregor and Bruce Gernon at 3-5 a.m. EDT as they discuss the strange and intriguing possibilities of what happened to Malaysian flight 370.

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In the alternative universe of late-night radio, Coast to Coast AM is the undisputed king, with more than 3 million listeners a week, more than 12 million listeners a month, and more than 144 million listeners a year.  That’s a lot of ears.

The first time Rob and I were on this show, back in the early 1990s, Art Bell was still at the helm and we were promoting The Everything Dreams Book. The show was a lot of fun, Bell was a terrific interviewer, and we got a lot of interesting call-ins about dreams. But the books that sold – and they were probably considerable – didn’t earn us a dime because it was a work for hire project. You’re paid a flat fee for work for hire and that’s it. You take these projects when you need the money and the topic is interesting.

The second time we did the show, Coast to Coast had undergone some major changes. Art Bell’s wife had passed away and he had left. George Noory was at the helm. It was February 4-5, 2013, and the book we were promoting was Aliens in the Backyard.

We wouldn’t have gotten this appearance without the help of our friend Carol Bowman, a past-life researcher and author, who had been a guest several times.

“Trish, this show sells books,” she’d said. “They know their audience. When I was a guest the last time (for Return to Heaven), I was sitting at my computer, watching my sales on Amazon.” Carol sent me the name of the producer and I wrote her.

The producer thought I was writing on Carol’s behalf, that Carol had a new book she was promoting, and quickly scheduled her for an appearance on February 4-5. I wrote the producer again, explaining the misunderstanding. The producer replied that all new guests had to be interviewed personally, by phone, so we scheduled a time when we could all talk.

We passed the muster and were slated for February 4-5, depending  on your time zone, between 2-5 a.m. eastern time for us. That weekend, we were visiting our daughter in Orlando and Rob ended up in the emergency room. By the time we crawled home on Monday, February 4, we were exhausted, depleted. But we did the show – and I did what Carol had suggested. I watched our numbers on Amazon and was astonished. We sold several hundred books just in the time we were on the show. I even snapped a photo, just to remind myself of the changing landscape of publishing in the 21st century.

We did more than 30 radio shows for Aliens in the Backyard and all of them were terrific, they helped sell books. But there’s no beating Coast to Coast for book sales.  So when The Synchronicity Highway: Exploring Coincidence, the Paranormal, & Aliens Contact was published in the fall of 2013, we began our queries to radio stations. We didn’t hear back from Coast to Coast. We realized that The Synchronicity Highway was broader in scope that Aliens in the Backyard and that we needed something more than a book about synchronicity, the paranormal, and alien contact.  We needed a hook.

And Rob, a former journalist, found it when he talked to our pilot friend Bruce Gernon,  who pointed out the similarities between the disappearance of Malaysian flight 370 and events in the Bermuda Triangle, including his flight in 1970. Bruce and Rob co-authored The Fog, a book that chronicles what happened to Bruce and his theory about it. We included his experience in Aliens in the Backyard, expanded upon it in The Synchronicity Highway, and the idea was expanded even further in emails and blog posts.

Bruce believes that what happened to him also happened to Flight 370.

Within a few hours of Rob pitching the idea to the producer, we received an email, then a call.  Tuesday night – or Wednesday  morning, depending on where you live – Rob and Bruce will be on Coast to Coast,  3-5 a.m. EDT,  midnight- 2 a.m. PDT, to discuss the intriguing possibility that Flight 370 experienced the same electronic fog that affected Bruce’s flight in 1970 and the possibility of a UFO connection.

What happened in that cockpit after the pilot signed off?

Why and how did the plane fly for another 7 hours after that sign off?

What was going on among the passengers during this chaos?

We hope you’ll join Bruce and Rob – live or later by podcast – as they discuss the strange and intriguing possibilities. I’ll  be serving coffee and snacks in the back room!

 Sometimes the trickster comes in tight, compact packages that leave you reeling with surprise.

During this past week, I was thinking how great it would be if our daughter and her dog came home this weekend. Megan and Nika bring a completely different energy into the house, a youthful exuberance that sweeps through the house like a powerful wind. But I knew it was unlikely because Megan had dogs to walk this weekend and that we would be seeing her next week, for my nephew’s wedding.

After Rob had left to teach his yoga class this evening and Cassie had departed for one of the dressage competitions, I settled in to work for a while before anyone got home. Then Megan called and  we chatted for a bit.

“What’re you doing tonight?” I asked.

“Just hanging out. What about you?”

“Working on the ghostwriting book, then we’re going to watch another episode of Breaking Bad. Or maybe of House of Cards.”

I heard the ding that her car makes when the key is in the ignition. “You at your car?” I asked. “Headed home or out for the evening?”

“Headed home,” she said. “Where’s Dad?”

“Teaching yoga.”

“And Cassie?”

“At a dressage thing.”

By then, I was in the bathroom, washing my face, and we talked about who was going to take care of Nika next weekend while we were at the wedding.  I heard the doorbell ring. The dogs started barking. “Megger, someone’s at the door. I’ll call you right back.”

I hurried out into the kitchen and through the hall, my face still damp, and had to jockey for space among the three dogs at the front windows and door. I opened the door, prepared to greet my neighbor or a couple of Jehovah’s Witness dudes who make Friday nights their nights.

 But when I opened the door, there stood a beautiful young blond woman wearing shorts, a lovely light blue shirt, sandals.  It actually took me about fifteen seconds to realize this young woman was Megan! In my head, she was in Orlando, where I had just spoken to her. In reality, she was standing in front of me, laughing at the astonished expression on my face.

“Surprise!” she exclaimed, and I threw my arms around her.

Her dog, Nika, had already sped past us, into the pack of three dogs that were now all racing through the house, toward the porch doors, barking and chasing…well, the phantom squirrel.

She had come home to go to the Saturday night Grand Prix horse show, the biggie of the season, with the largest purse, and Cassie had known about it since Wednesday and kept it a secret. The synchro?  Well, I’d been thinking about how great it would be if she were home this weekend – and here she was. It’s not an earth-shattering synchro, but hey, in my book, it’s a manifestation of desire.

As I finished teaching my evening yoga class at the gym recently, a guy working at the front desk said he wanted to talk to me. He had a strange story to tell. His name is Marc, he’s in his mid-twenties, and he has only worked at the gym for a few months. He looks like a typical ‘gym rat,’ with a muscular physique, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he bench presses 300 pounds as if he were lifting a loaf of bread…or a paperback book.

He’d surprised me one day a few weeks earlier when he said he wanted to buy one of my books—Psychic Power, which is about developing your intuitive skills. At the time, I had no idea that Marc even knew I was a writer, much less any of the titles. And why that book? I rarely talk about my books at the gym. After all, it’s not exactly a book-club environment. But after that, Marc actually began bringing Psychic Power to work and reading in his spare time. I asked him once what he thought about it, and he just said that he liked it, that it was interesting.

So now he had something strange to tell me. Here’s what he said. “I had a dream last night that was like a nightmare. I was holding a kidney in my hands.” He said he found the dream disturbing and, of course, wondered what it meant. I was going to ask him what kidneys meant to him, but before I could say anything, he told me that he got a call that morning from a woman who also works at the front desk. She asked him if he would fill in for her, because she had a doctor’s appointment. She was going to get a CAT scan on her kidneys. “She has kidney problems,” Marc said. “I had no idea until she called.”

As I left, it occurred to me that both of them sit in  the same chair, but at different times of the day. Somehow, Marc had picked up on the woman’s kidney problems. I have no idea how serious her problem is, but I have the impression that Marc is the kind of guy who might donate a kidney to someone in need.

 Our second synchronized meditation with Sandy, the retired veterinarian who works consciously with entities, took place in the afternoon of Tuesday, April 1. Afternoons are not a great time for me. My energy tends to be low and if I stretch out, I usually fall asleep. Yet, during this 30-minute meditation, I saw one thing clearly – and it was weird.

I saw a person’s thigh – the side of it – and a hand reached into the skin and removed something from inside. The skin simply parted – it wasn’t cut.  It reminded me of videos I’ve seen of psychic surgeons in the Philipines.

When the 30 minutes was over and Rob and I talked about our impressions, I found his to be quite intriguing. He recalled  seeing a garden with white plants and a woman tending it, who told him that she would read his mind.

Sandy’s take on our impressions leads me to believe that in spite of the time of day, Rob and I may have connected with something:

Trish, your vision was interesting because it reminded me of quantum surgery that I think I mentioned it to you briefly in one of my emails to you last summer where the beings said that we could learn to manipulate matter to the point where we could dematerialize tissues to access organs.  

Rob, in your email last Wednesday you wrote the following: “The only other thing I recall is seeing a garden with white plants and a woman tending it, who told me that she would read my mind. Any thoughts on that one?“

The white garden was a lovely image and reminded me of something a friend once said that the beings are “…watering their garden of souls.” Gardens are microcosms and beautiful metaphors of life. Since the woman told you that she would read your mind, I see it as an invitation to enter into a conversation. The white garden can symbolize her intention as being of pure energy or that she is a guide who takes care of other souls. Ask for her name and say hello.

Reading the mind is normal activity for the spirit world and for the beings. Sometimes it’s a nonverbal communication that is so pure and clear that it makes the use of words seem clumsy, sluggish and primitive. We can read the thoughts of spirits too, and of each other. (I don’t like to use the terms “living” and “dead” because they are all alive.) It’s normal. We just don’t recognize it yet as normal.

During the time in my gardens this week I was observing the birds fluttering among the flowers and our dogs lifting their noses to the wind as they lay in the grass and realized that their abilities to see colors or smell scents are well beyond our own senses and are like our abilities to see and work with the beings and the spirit world. Birds can see colors in a range far beyond our comprehension and dogs can smell the breath of a Chihuahua a block away because they’re wired for it. We can learn to wire ourselves to work with this facet of our world that is currently unseen by many. I think this is what the beings meant when they said to me “We are activating you…” We can remove our own filters.

Our next synchronized meditation with Sandy is on Saturday, April 12, at 7 PM  EDT. Join us if you can. Let us know your impressions, thoughts, insights. As Buffalo Springfield once sang, Something’s happening here. What it is, we’re not exactly clear…”

It may become clearer if we have more input.