Here’s a video about a law enforcement agency that investigates the paranormal and UFO cases.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giv0zBPXmYg
You may recall we wrote a post here about our surprise in learning that TED, an organization that lets brilliant people speak out about their ideas, removed talks by Rupert Sheldrake and Graham Hancock. Sheldrake questioned mainstream science’s approach to the paranormal and Hancock’s ideas are on the frontiers of science.
TED was heavily criticized for removing those talks from their archives. Their reaction to the controversy, astonishingly, was to double-down by cancelling an upcoming TEDx event in Hollywood entitled, “Brother Can You Spare a Paradigm.” It featured speakers like Russel Targ, Marianne Williamson, Marilyn Schlitz and Larry Dossey.
The Hollywood TEDx event was promoted this way: “(The event) will illuminate the urgent need to change our fundamental value system or worldview to one in which humanity pulls together rather than separately. This view would supersede the current worldview where whoever has the most toys wins. The new view is based on what science tells us about a quantum universe, with everything being interconnected and all of us being interdependent. A new science-based vision won’t take hold, though, until people know and understand that there are more humane alternatives available.”
That description apparently aroused the ire of some powerful TED backers who ardently defend the validity of mainstream science. In cancelling the event, an email sent to the organizer by TED described the ideas it was presenting as “pseudoscience.”
Futurist Marcus Anthony has written extensively about the TED controversy, including three articles that were published in Conscious Life News, in which he attempted to show how the controversy could be settled. He also brought this latest TED kurfuffle to our attention.
Marcus writes, “It is now clear that TED is controlled by a narrow and extremist skeptics collaboration which is trying to shut down knowledge and information which challenges scientific materialism. I am of the firm opinion that such ideas should be freely discussed. How else are they to be debated or examined rationally? Suppression will give these speakers and ideas more publicity.”
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More commentary on the TED controversy also appears at Weiler Psi.
Shortly after reading the above description of the cancelled TEDx event, which calls for a greater recognition of how everyone and everything is interconnected and interdependent, I happened upon a blog post in Sacred Spiral of Light, which included this synchronistic comment. Wouldn’t you know, synchronicity comes into play in multiples and ties it altogether!
“For me noticing synchronicity is akin to noticing that we are not separate beings but rather all connected…it is being in touch with the wonder, the magic and the power of the Universe. It is realising that the Universe is in constant communication with us all…if we can but slow down a tad and notice…”
Thank you for that, Elaine.
In 1919, a WWI soldier, Louis Houghton, brought a suitcase full of hybrid lily bulbs to the southern coast of Oregon. He gave them to family and friends to plant. The climate was apparently ideal for growing the lily, which is native to the Ryukyu Islands of Japan. By 1945, more than a thousand growers were producing bulbs for the commercial market. They have a sales window of only two weeks a year, but Easter lilies are the fourth largest potted plant crop in the U.S.
The lily in the photo above is in our yard. One Easter five or six years ago, we bought it and later planted in our yard. Even though Easter falls on a different day every year, this gorgeous lily blooms without failure every year during the Easter weekend.
In 2012, for instance, Easter fell a week later than it does this year, on April 8. In 2011, Easter fell three weeks later than this year, on April 24. But year after year, this lily blooms right on time. How does it know to do that? Is it Nature or magic or both? Or something else altogether?
Happy Easter to all of you!
This one was sent to us by Nancy McMoneagle. It pretty much sums it up!
In the mid 20th century, it was illegal for blacks and whites to marry. Illegal. Think about that for a moment.
If you loved someone whose skin color was different than yours, you were not allowed to marry that person. You were relegated to the same shadowed black alleys where women sought illegal abortions that sometimes resulted in their deaths, and were made to feel that the love you felt for a person who simply happened to be a different color was somehow soiled. This is what the gay rights issue now is all about – civil rights.
DOMA – the Defense of Marriage Act signed into law by Bill Clinton in 1996 – established that no American state, district or territory could be required to recognize a same-sex marriage that was performed in another state. The law also laid out that the federal government does not recognize gay marriage for any purpose, ranging from issues related to immigration and joint tax filings to the issuance of federal insurance benefits and more. I’m still not clear on why Bill Clinton, hailed as a bastion of liberalism, signed this act into law.
This week the Supreme Court is hearing a day of oral argument each on the Defense of Marriage Act and Proposition 8, a California ballot measure that voters approved in November 2008. It amended the state’s constitution to define marriage as only between a man and a woman.
This whole issue strikes me as so specious that I am incensed whenever I hear something about it on the news. Why should the federal government or any state government deny gays the right to marry? To adopt children and raise families? To enjoy the same tax breaks and Social Security benefits that straight married couples enjoy? Once again, what’s really going on here is the last, dying gasps of an old paradigm that kept gays closeted for years.
My first editor, Chris Cox, who bought my first novel in 1984, was gay. He lived with Bill, who had a PhD in art history and ran one of Manhattan’s art museums. One day, Chris called and broke down sobbing: Bill had been diagnosed with AIDS. But they were hopeful, there were new drugs, he would make it, Chris said.
Bill didn’t make it. His death was slow, painful, horrific. He deteriorated in bits and pieces – bodily functions, vision, gone. Bill’s parents brought him home to Minneapolis to die and flew Chris out there from New York every weekend to be with Bill. Chris and Bill were in their mid-thirties at the time. It was the late 80s.
Bill died and Chris’s life fell apart. Within a few months, he was diagnosed with AIDS. He got to the point where he couldn’t make calls, work, do much of anything. His friend and fellow editor at Ballantine, Cheryl Woodruff, who was Rob’s editor at the time, helped with Chris’s daily life. Susan Sarandon, who Chris had known before she became SUSAN SARANDON, paid for a private nurse. In 1990, he passed on. Cheryl arranged a memorial service in New York and called to ask me to speak at his service. That he had requested it. So Rob, Megan and I flew to New York.
During this period that Chris was my editor, Rob and I had been leading tours to Colombia and the Peruvian Amazon for Avianca Airlines. Chris accompanied us on some of these tours because he wrote travel pieces for Conde Nast and other magazines. In the top photo, he’s the guy on the far right. The photo is old and I couldn’t get it any larger.
On one of these trips, he led me to this beautifully carved nomadic figure in the photo. I bought it and spoke about it as his memorial service. In my mind, his figure symbolized Chris, the intellectual nomad who took chances on unknown, unpublished writers.
Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins sat behind us at that service and she gave the opening memorial, a moving tribute to an unusual man – not a gay, white, black or Asian man, but a MAN, a HUMAN BEING whose life was cut short by a devastating disease.
So when I hear these arguments in the supreme court about a gay person’s right to marry the person they love, I go back to Chris and Bill. I go back to the late 1980s when the world lost many young and talented gay men and women to AIDS. It saddens me. Even though we’ve made strides as a nation, a people, a collective, gay marriage remains a divisive issue.
I don’t understand it. Love is love. The gender of love shouldn’t even enter into the equation. Gay or straight, black or white or green, we all deserve the same rights, across the board, coast to coast, state to state, heart to heart.
One day, a synchronicity alert came up that led me to Sandra Champlain’s website. The synchro is a good one and I asked if we could repost. She said sure and sent me a digital file of her book, We Don’t Die: A Skeptic’s Discovery of Life After Death.
I haven’t read the book yet, but appreciate the synchro. Every author hopes the reading public will love his or her book. And when you receive a negative review, it hurts. It’s as if your child has been bullied and hit. I’ve read books that I disliked but have never posted a negative review. I just don’t buy any more books by that author. As my dad used to tell my sister and me, If you don’t have anything good to say, keep it to yourself.
Here’s the synchro:
My book, “We Don’t Die” is so new that not a lot of people had read it. So, I had a handful of good reviews and I was thrilled people enjoyed it.
However I woke up a few days ago to a new review. Not a 5 star or 3 star or even a 2 star…but a 1 star review. “Poor reading…” the guy or gal called it “…a joke to read.” When I read it my heart sank. I was quick to wonder if I have any enemies that don’t want me to succeed or that simply want to make me look bad. But then I thought of so many people I have experienced, you probably have too, that when having a bad day they really take it out on another. My book probably just touched the wrong nerve in the person and angered them.
If you have read it, you know I talk directly to the reader and have them look at their life, so they have a life that counts. I cannot even guess what the person read or why they said what they did, but I have to trust they felt better for doing it. I am a big girl, I can be strong. I trust that they got what they needed and so did I. A good friend told me “If you try to make everybody happy, you’ll make no one happy.” Even Oprah has people that don’t like her, so I can be thick skinned and realize my book is not a fit for everyone.
Here’s the cool synchronicity that followed. The very next day there was a new review of my book on Amazon. Not just any review, but a review written from Amazon’s #1 top reviewer (out of the 14 million reviews people have written, this woman “Chandler” holds the #1 spot).
I had gotten a tip to contact some of these top reviewers and ask them to review my book, as they hold more weight with readers than some of people who have never written a review. Chandler was the only person I wrote to and she said “No, I don’t do book reviews.” I politely asked if I could send her a book as a gift anyway, because I knew that someone, somewhere in her life would deal with grief and she could have a good thing to give them.
It was this Chandler who read my book and gave a 5 star review the day after the bad review came in. That’s pretty miraculous, I’d say!
We never know why exactly people do what they do or say what they say. Often it can be very, very hurtful. However, if we believe in ourselves, keep taking the best action we know to do, have integrity and trust the process…amazing synchronicities are bound to happen. That one knocked my socks off.
One of the ways Carl Jung thought of synchronicity was to compare it to ‘memories of the future.’ I’m not sure he ever used that particular phrase, but he did say that one of his favorite quotes on synchronicity was from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll, in which the White Queen says to Alice: “It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backward.”
Here’s the full reference from the story, as cited by Wikipedia.
‘The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday–but never jam to-day.’
‘It MUST come sometimes to “jam to-day,”‘ Alice objected.
‘No, it can’t,’ said the Queen. ‘It’s jam every OTHER day: to-day isn’t any OTHER day, you know.’
‘I don’t understand you,’ said Alice. ‘It’s dreadfully confusing!’
‘That’s the effect of living backwards,’ the Queen said kindly: ‘it always makes one a little giddy at first–‘
‘Living backwards!’ Alice repeated in great astonishment. ‘I never heard of such a thing!’
‘–but there’s one great advantage in it, that one’s memory works both ways.’
‘I’m sure MINE only works one way,’ Alice remarked. ‘I can’t remember things before they happen.’
‘It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,’ the Queen remarked.You might ask, how can we remember the future when it hasn’t happened yet? Well, that’s true if we see life as linear. But what if linear time is an illusion, as the theory of relativity suggests, and all time is taking place simultaneously, or all points in time are equally real.
This concept, I suspect, dates back to the ancients, but in Western philosophy, it was formulated in the writings of John McTaggart, author of The Unreality of Time (1908). Essentially, the ideas is that time is just another dimension, that future events are already ‘there.’ In other words, there is no objective flow of time, only the subjective experience of the passage of time.
Ariel School drawings
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The morning of September 16, 1994 probably started like any other morning at the Ariel School, a private elementary school in Ruwa, a rural farming community in Zimbabawe. But by mid-morning, when the kids broke for recess, the lives of 62 children and their teachers would be forever changed.
During the recess, most of the teachers were inside the building at a meeting and the kids, ranging in age from five to twelve, were outside. The only adult supervisor at recess was the mother of one of the children, who operated a snack bar that sold soft drinks and snacks.
At around 10:15, some of the children saw three silver balls in the sky over the school. These balls suddenly vanished in a flash of light, then reappeared elsewhere in the sky. This pattern was repeated three times before one of the UFOs began to move down toward the school. The craft either hovered just above the ground or landed in an area about three hundred feet from the recess field. The ground here was densely wooded with trees, thorn bushes, and shoots of bamboo. The only path through the area had been carved by tractors when they tried to clear the land.
A “small man” about three feet tall appeared on top of the UFO, then walked a ways across the rough ground. According to the children interviewed by Cynthia Hind, a South African UFO researcher, the man wore a tight-fitting, shiny black suit, had long black hair, and a “scrawny” neck. His face was pale, his eyes immense. When the man became aware of the children, he allegedly disappeared. He or someone similar to him reappeared at the back of the UFO, which then took off.
Some of the children ran in terror toward the woman who was operating the snack bar, telling her what they had seen, but she didn’t believe them.
Hind arrived at the school the next day. She had already asked the headmaster to have the children make drawings of what they had seen so she reviewed the sketches and then began interviewing the children.
In Passport to the Cosmos: Human Transformation and Alien Encounters, John E Mack, professor of psychiatry at Harvard Medical School, wrote about his involvement in the investigation of the Ariel School sightings. He and his research associate, Dominique Callimanopulos, had already scheduled a trip to Zimbabwe that was unrelated to the Ariel sightings. That’s something of a synchro right there.We couldn’t find the reason for this scheduled visit, but it seems that Mack was in the right place at the right time.
So when the BBC bureau chief faxed Mack and his associate the drawings the children had done at Hind’s request, Mack decided to investigate and he and Dominique arrived at the school in early December and stayed for two days.
Mack’s background in child psychiatry was apparently a powerful asset. He met with twelve of the children, interviewed the headmaster, and met with most of the teachers. Each child they interviewed told a similar story, “that at 10:15 on that Friday morning, a large spacecraft and several smaller ones, from which one of more ‘strange beings’ had emerged, were seen hovering just above the ground or had ‘landed’ in their schoolyard.” At one point, Mack played devil’s advocate with one of the kids and suggested the possibility that she had made up the story and gotten the other kids to tell the teachers this story as a prank. Her reply was that she could understand how an adult might think that, but “that’s not what happened.”
Mack died in 2004. But in 2007, Dominique Callimanopulos and filmmaker Randall Nickerson began production of a non-commercial, edited video program presenting John Mack’s interviews with the schoolchildren and faculty. A year later, Randall Nickerson left for Africa to cull additional information about the Ariel sightings. He stayed for nine months and interviewed many of the now-adult witnesses. Click here for his findings.
The Ariel School sightings remain one of the most compelling mass sightings even now, nearly twenty years later.
Recently I received an e-mail from a woman who used to be a girlfriend of one of my long-time friends. She asked if I remembered her and updated her life. Back in the mid-90s when Trish and I would see her occasionally with my friend, she worked as a lawyer for a government agency. Fran recalled that we had taken a trip to Key West with them when Megan was young.
Apparently, that trip was in 1995 because I signed a copy of Prophecy Rock for her and put in the date. Soon after Fran received a promotion that required her to move from Fort Lauderdale to Atlanta. My friend, who’s also named Rob, tried to keep things going in a long-distance relationship. But it was never the same and eventually they broke it off.
Now she wrote that she was married, living in Washington, D.C. and had a nine-year-old daughter. She also mentioned that synchronicities were an important part of her life. I wrote back and asked if she was working as a lawyer. Her answer was interesting.
“Yes, I am working as a lawyer in D.C. and about to be furloughed! The synchronicity is that you signed your Prophecy Rock novel for me dated 12/22/95 and wrote, ‘Happy Furlough.'”
That was back when Newt Gingrich controlled the House of Representatives and shut down the government. Fran temporarily lost her job then, as now in the current ‘Sequester.’ What goes around, comes around.
