Queen Elizabeth and her double

Posted on April 29, 2012 by Trish and Rob

What are we to make of this double image of  Queen Elizabeth, which is her official Diamond Jubilee photograph? It’s an interesting view with the reflection leaving an interdimensional impression. She is peering at us in a quite regal pose, but also looking away into another world.

Note the Knights of Templar cross on her sternum, which – thanks to the mirror – appears on both sides of her body, one below her left breast, the other below her right breast. No wonder mirrors are considered magical tools!

What interests me most about the photo, however, is the crown. The two images don’t appear to be identical. Look at the top of each one. The crown in the mirror seems level, while the one in the foreground appears uneven with peaks and valleys. An optical illusion, right?

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Atlas Shrugged Turned on Its Head

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Trish and Rob

When I was in college, I read Ayn Rand’s  Atlas Shrugged. For those of you haven’t read it, here’s a summary from Wikipedia:

Atlas Shrugged is a novel by Ayn Rand, first published in 1957 in the United States. Rand’s fourth and last novel, it was also her and contains Rand’s most extensive statement of Objectivism in any of her works of fiction.

The book explores a dystopian United States where many of society’s most productive citizens refuse to be exploited by increasing taxation and government regulations and disappear. They are led by John Galt. Galt describes the strike as “stopping the motor of the world” by withdrawing the minds that drive society’s growth and productivity. In their efforts, these people “of the mind” hope to demonstrate that a world in which the individual is not free to create is doomed, that civilization cannot exist where every person is a slave to society and government, and that the destruction of the profit motive leads to the collapse of society. The protagonist, Dagny Taggart, sees society collapse around her as the government increasingly asserts control over all industry.

I enjoyed her characters and the love story between Dagny Taggart and the mysterious John Galt. Then I reached the very long speech that Galt made – 27 or 30 pages – on capitalism and profit and thought, Huh? Why didn’t an editor cut this sucker to two paragraphs?

At the time, I didn’t understand enough about capitalism to realize that speech formed the core of Rand’s dangerous belief system. In a nutshell,  her take on capitalism is that there should be no government regulation. None. The free market regulates itself  and when government tries to regulate it, creativity is stifled and profits nosedive.  And oh, there are no free lunches – no Social Security, no Medicare, no welfare, no health care for the poor. Forget all that.

I re-read the book about ten years later and hated it. I didn’t know at the time that a man named Alan Greenspan was a student of Rand’s; Greenspan served as Chairman of the Federal Reserve of the United States from 1987 to 2006. After 9-11, he’s the one who encouraged Americans to use their homes as ATM machines, to refinance and use that additional money to bolster the economy by shopping.

Like economist Milton Friedman, Greenspan was a proponent of a self-regulating market, a term I never really understood. I mean, is a market  a human being with a conscience? Does a market know the difference between right and wrong? Greenspan – like Friedman, like Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney, like Congressman Paul Ryan – believes in trickle down economics.

I’m sure you’ve heard the term: the upper one percent in the U.S. shouldn’t have their taxes raised because they are the job creators, the ones who supposedly hire you and me and all the rest of us. And because they are the job creators, the belief says, we – the middle class, the poor, the elderly – should be the ones who pay higher taxes. Huh?

Congressman Paul Ryan is the author of the infamous Ryan plan for how to put the country back on track to a brighter economic future. The core of it? Cut social services across the board – i.e., scrap Medicare, Social Security, Medicaid, and give the very rich a new tax break, and get rid of government regulations on everything, so that the oil companies and insurance companies and banks will have higher profits. And really, don’t worry about it, all you peons out there, because the market self-regulates.

Well, once it became public knowledge that Ryan – a Catholic – was a proponent of Ayn Rand, an atheist,  some Catholic bishops denounced him. So now Ryan, no surprise, suddenly doesn’t embrace Rand’s teachings.

What is so puzzling is that even though the financial meltdown of 2008 was the result of trickle down economics, of the Milton Friedman and Alan Greenspan and Ayn Rand economical view, even though the self-regulating market on Wall Street turned out to be enormously greedy, this philosophy is still advocated as an answer to economic woes.  But don’t take my word for it. Read Naomi Klein’s The Shock Doctrine.

“Based on breakthrough historical research and four years of on-the-ground reporting in disaster zones, The Shock Doctrine vividly shows how disaster capitalism – the rapid-fire corporate reengineering of societies still reeling from shock – did not begin with September 11, 2001. The book traces its origins back fifty years, to the University of Chicago under Milton Friedman, which produced many of the leading neo-conservative and neo-liberal thinkers whose influence is still profound in Washington today. New, surprising connections are drawn between economic policy, “shock and awe” warfare and covert CIA-funded experiments in electroshock and sensory deprivation in the 1950s, research that helped write the torture manuals used today in Guantanamo Bay.”

The bottom line, I think, is that as we move deeper into 2012, many of us are becoming even more aware of how the old paradigms no longer work. It’s time to turn Rand’s form of capitalism, based on personal greed at the expense of everyone and everything else, on its head. It’s part of that dying belief system. Politicians who advocate cutting social safety net programs that protect the most vulnerable in society, who propose banning contraception and overturning abortion, who believe that corporations are people, who propose doubling the interest rates on student loans, who think it’s okay to drill oil wells a mile deep in the ocean,  who believe that torture is just fine…it’s time for these guys to hit the road, Jack.  Their worldview is broken.

It’s up to the rest of us to put the pieces together in a new way that is beneficial for all people, not just the privileged few.

 

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A marshmallow treat

Posted on April 27, 2012 by Trish and Rob

 

Here’s a synchro tale that comes from a French-Canadian ufologist and author, Jean Casault. Jean has been involved in the Quebec UFO encounter case that we’ve posted earlier this month. Here’s his story.

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For the past two months, I have been working with a lady from a small village near Fatima in Portugal. She has had many experiences  –which are ‘phase 4 encounters,’ involving  paranormal activity of a poltergeist type, but not violent. We wrote to each other frequently.

So frequently that one day I was asking to myself : is it worth continuing?  As soon as I asked myself about it, she e-mailed me a story about a very strange and disturbing couple she met. It’s long and complicated, so I’ll just stick to the fact they were really strange.

She told me that one day she was invited into their house and they offered her something to eat. Strangely, it was a bowl of marsmallows served with a blue wine she had never seen before. Wow….I mean eek!

The next day I went to a radio station where I was invited to give an interview. I was still thinking about whether or not I should discontinue my contact with the woman as I arrived. So I got into the station and I know where to go because I have been there often. It’s a rock and roll radio station. They are all young with a rock type of face,  you know, and you can suspect they don’t drink coke, but sniff it.

I sat down and my eyes popped out when I saw a bowl of marhsmallows on the table.  Nobody was able to tell me what the hell these things were doing there. One guy even said, ‘We are not babies anymore and there is no campfire  in the studio.’

After that, I wrote the lady and told her the story. For us, it is clear we have to continue our work together.

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A funny postscript. A couple of nights after Jean told me about the marshmallow synchro, I turned on the David Letterman Show. I very rarely watch Letterman, but on this particular night his guest was Keith Olbermann, who would explain why he has again gotten fired from a cable network.

Before the former CNN, Fox News, ESPN, MSNBC, and Current TV broadcaster appeared, Letterman’s desk was covered with packages of marshmallows in the shape of little yellow chicks called Marshmallow Peeps. They are apparently popular at Easter and it was Easter week. Letterman then proceeded to do his infamous Top Ten list, asking the question: What are the ten top questions asked on the Marshmallow Peeps hotline? If you’re interested, here they are. Enjoy…but keep it to yourself!


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Seventh Born

Posted on April 26, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Sometimes, synchronicities sneak up on you and catch you by surprise.

Rob recently submitted a young adult novel, Seventh Born,  to his new agent. In the novel, the protagonist, Merlina, is the seventh generation in a family of female psychics. Her ancestor, Angelique,  a Yoruba from Africa, predicted that the female born in the seventh generation would be the most powerful psychic. Her prediction, of course, turns out to be true.  That’s layer one of this story.

Here’s layer two:   The other night, my friend Millie and I exchanged readings. She’s the true psychic, I just read tarot cards. I invariably feel that I get the better end of this deal, a genuine psychic reading from a woman who is very accurate. She forces me to exercise my intuition when reading the cards for her. So one of my questions was if Rob’s new agent would sell Seventh Born.

“Oh, this is weird,” Millie says. “Just yesterday, that phrase came up in a conversation I had with a friend.”

“Really? In what context?”

“I’m the seventh born of a seventh born.”

“What?” I exclaimed. We’ve known Millie for 20 years, but never knew this fact about her.

“I was the seventh born in my family and my mother was the seventh born in her family.”

“And you’re psychic and so was your mom. And Rob’s book is about a teenager who is the most powerful psychic in seven generations of her family. I think this synchronicity bodes well for the sale of Rob’s book!”

“I think so, too,” Millie said.

 

 

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Urban Chic in Toronto

Posted on April 25, 2012 by Trish and Rob

–The urban chic lobby of our hotel

We should have put this one up months ago, but stuff kept getting pushed forward. At any rate, here’s one of the synchros in a slew of them while we were in Toronto, filming for William Shatner’s Weird or What and talking about Wolfgang Pauli.

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When we got the green light for an interview on William Shatner’s show, Weird or What?  the first thing  I did was check the weather in Toronto, where the interview was to take place.  For the period we would be there, the weekend of February 17-19, there was supposed to be light snow, followed by temperatures in the mid to high twenties Farenheit, which looks a lot colder in Centigrade; 0 to -3 degrees.  It was obvious that the jackets I own  would not do the trick.

In South Florida, the winter temps rarely go below 40 and when they do, it’s just for a couple of nights, then it’s back into the high 60s and 70s for a few days, then another cold snap in the 50s, then back up again. From around October to April, the air conditioning is usually off and the windows are  thrown open. But this winter has been unusually warm. Tonight, for instance, February 19, it was 85 during the day, high 70s tonight, humid and sticky. The AC is on.

So when we got the green light, I drove off to our local thrift store to look for a winter coat. A real coat, not a Florida jacket made of cotton. Five minutes at the store and there it was, Jones of New York – olive green, my size, soft inside, the exterior perfect for blocking wind, and when I slipped it on, it was lightweight and felt cozy  enough to sleep in. It looked and felt brand new. Jones of NY is an expensive brand and I figured this jacket had probably cost several hundred bucks off the rack. I paid $18 for it. (The pic was taken outside our front door, on a night when it was at least in the high seventies.)

And when we stepped outside the airport in Toronto and I zipped it up, I knew I’d found the right coat. The wind and cold never touched me.

Our hotel in Toronto, the Pantages,  was in the heart of downtown Toronto and inside, it was colorful and vibrant, as you can see from the photo at the top of the post. Our suite on the 10th floor was called Urban Chic, a fancy term for a studio apartment.

That term, urban chic, isn’t one I use. I wasn’t even sure what it meant  in terms of Toronto or city life. It seemed to be imply a bridge between city living and your inner life; the room actually included a yoga mat, an aspect advertised on the hotel website.

Our first walk into downtown was to find a knit cap for Rob. We walked around a tremendous mall – Eaton Center, four floors of stores, many of them American, for quite a while, ducking in here and there, asking about knit caps. Nope, sorry. The caps sold out weeks ago, spring clothing has arrived. Finally, in Old Navy, Rob found one on sale for ten bucks.

On Saturday afternoon, we took a cab to the loft studio where the interview was to take place. Cool building,  old and colorful, scruffy wooden floors. There,  we met Stephen Grant, the director and interviewer, and his crew, the videographer and the sound guy.

We were surprised to learn that Stephen and his crew had never been in this building before – it was a rental by the hour, day, whatever, for gigs like theirs. As we got acquainted, I realized Stephen and his crew were urban chic.  They had spent the last three or four months traveling constantly, shooting and interviewing for the show’s third season. The night before, they had returned from California, where they’d interviewed the woman whose story was central to this episode. Since November, they had been in Scotland, China, and in various states in the U.S. investigating weird stuff, anomalies.

Stephen is the ideal interviewer, the sort of guy who can talk to anyone about anything. He put me immediately at ease – and that’s saying something. My first foray into TV – and the last foray for decades – was as  a 14-year-old on Venezuelan TV, where I was supposed to play a Beethoven piece on the piano. I sat down, put my fingers on the keys, the camera moved in  – and I suddenly froze. I couldn’t remember a single note. The synapse between my brain and my fingers shut down. That fiasco stayed with me for years – but vanished as Stephen and I talked.

It helped, I think, that Stephen had experienced numerous synchronicities and that part of the interview was focused on that. As they were setting up, the videographer saw a brand emblem on the sweater I was wearing and said, “Uh-oh,  we need to cover that up.”

Stephen handed me his scarf, which I draped around my neck to cover the North Creek emblem.

When the interview was over, they wanted a profile shot out on the fire escape. “Should I wear my coat?” I asked.

“Let’s see it,” Stephen said.

I held up my $18 thrift store coat from the chair. “Just this.”

“Wow, urban chic,” Stephen said. “Put it on.”

Really? Just like our studio apartment? I burst out laughing and slipped on the coat. Then I climbed out onto the fire escape, wondering how my coat had gone from thrift store purchase to urban chic, right in line with our studio apartment.

I have no idea what the urban chic synchro means. But it does mark a turning point for me. I confronted this weird fear I had and realized that as long as I am prepared, I can do this, I can do a TV interview without freezing up and collapsing into panic.

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An interesting aside here. William Shatner was not there. My sister texted me and asked, Did you meet him? Get pics? It turns out that the video is sent to Shatner, who does a voice over, so that it appears he is interviewing the people on the show. I had been wondering about this, how Shatner could shoot Boston Legal plus do this show. Now I know. It’s all urban chic, perceptual magic, part of the digital world of the 21st century.

But hey, Shatner is tackling interesting topics, looking for alternative explanations. His name allows him to dig and delve, to explore and inform. And isn’t that right in line with what he did as Captain Kirk on Star Trek?

 

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Mystic Places

Posted on April 24, 2012 by Trish and Rob

 


Who is that woman?

This tale of synchronicity comes from Dale Dassel of Georgia who is a long-time BIG, BIG fan of all things related to Indiana Jones – the movies, the books, the gear, the computer games, all of it. I’m not going to tell how many times he has read my Indiana Jones novels since his early teens because you would not believe me.

For the past two and a half years, Dale has been writing an Indiana Jones saga himself based on the computer game, Indiana Jones and the Fate of Atlantis.  In doing so, Dale imagined actress Julianne Moore portraying the leading lady, Sophia Hapgood. He even enlisted another big, big Indy fan, Danish artist Christian Guldager, to create a cover for his novel, and on that cover is a recognizable image of Julianne Moore as Sophia. While Dale can never sell this novel, he can post it on fan sites. He plans to finish it by June, the 20th anniversary of the release of the game.

So, with all that in mind, here is the synchronicity that he encountered.

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Today I remembered a recent synchro that I’d forgotten to tell you about. Last month I was browsing Amazon.com for books about Atlantis when my search results brought up Mystic Places, the first volume in the Time-Life Mysteries of the Unknown series published in the late 80’s.

I remember the TV commercials for the series as a kid, and how badly I wanted to order the set (my parents refused at the time). So I ordered a mint-condition copy at a reasonable price and then surfed over to Youtube to see if the vintage commercial was available. Naturally it was, but I was delighted when I watched it for the first time since 1988 because it opens with a very familiar redhead: a 20-something Julianne Moore, my very own Sophia Hapgood!

I watched the TV spot several times, and it synched up with my childhood memory quite well, since I did recall the pretty redhead. Of course I had no idea who she was back then because Julianne wasn’t famous and I’d never seen her in any films until The Fugitive in 1993.

Here’s where the synchro gets really interesting. A couple of weeks after receiving the book from Amazon, I happened to pull out my Fate of Atlantis  game manual to re-read and examine pictures of the stone disks & symbol alignments. At the very end of the booklet is a small bibliography list of books recommended for further reading.

Mystic Places was right in the midst of it! A few days after that, I was re-reading the Wikipedia article about the game, where I was astonished to find that Mystic Places was the very book which inspired Hal Barwood on the subject of Indy’s Atlantean quest. Indeed, the very first chapter in the book covers the subject of Atlantis. But the Julianne Moore connection to the Time-Life commercial for the book is what gets me.

The universe never ceases to amaze me.

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Dale was tuning in when he imagined Julianne Moore for the role and also when he ordered the book that he discovered inspired the game. It all came together. What you focus on with intent and desire is what you get.

 

 

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Paranormal house flies?

Posted on April 23, 2012 by Trish and Rob

For the last several days, our house was inundated by flies – common houseflies. They were clustered on the windows, dozens deep. They zipped around the kitchen with utter impunity, landed here, there, everywhere. Since we’ve had the air conditioning on and all the windows and doors were shut, we couldn’t figure out how they were getting in.

The fly swatter barely made a dent in their numbers and then, the swatter broke so we started using rolled up newspapers. I’d be sitting at my desk in the evening, working, and flies would be flitting past me. One of us would walk out in the kitchen and spend fifteen minutes swatting them. I mean, there must have been hundreds of these suckers.

At night, they would glom onto the walls in the hallway, in some sort of semi-hibernation, and were easy targets. In our 12 years in this house, I remember only one other incident similar to this. That time, we found the flies  were coming in through a window with a loose screen and somehow worked their way into the tiny crevices between the glass and the frame. Not this time, though.

Half-jokingly, Rob said, “Maybe they’re paranormal flies.”

Well, okay, maybe. I looked up the esoteric meaning for flies and wasn’t surprised that Biblical interpretations tend toward looking at flies as satanic. From an animal totems dictionary, the verdict was much more positive:

“The Fly teaches the ability to greatly multiply prosperity, endeavors and ventures at enormous rates. He shows how to be quick to act and respond to achieve results. Fly aids in demonstrating the power of keen eyesight along with expanding awareness in many directions. Although flies are known for carrying diseases in unfavorable surroundings, the lesson of fly is in the value of carrying your emotions, thoughts and feelings in order to act quickly in sometimes unfavorable or uncomfortable conditions. It takes about two weeks from hatching for new eggs to be laid, likewise, two weeks is significant in one’s personal development. Are you ready for quick and abrupt changes? Are you ready to move quickly? Fly will show how to make quick changes for rapid growth.

Now here’s the odd thing about these flies. This morning, we still had a bunch of them –  not as many as yesterday, but still a considerable number. So I dropped by our local drug store to buy a new fly swatter and bought two for good measure.  But since I got home – several hours now – I’ve found only three stragglers. So where did all these other flies go?

The esoteric meaning provides a time frame – two weeks. It will be interesting to see what unfolds between now and early May. So as usual, we’re taking clues from wherever we find them. Even from house flies. Paranormal, indeed!

 

 

 

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Science of Coincidence – the song

Posted on April 23, 2012 by Trish and Rob

 

 

Here are the lyrics to a  little tune about synchronicity by a rock group called Landmarq. I never heard of them, but I like the lyrics and the name of their album’s title song. You can even download it to your phone as a ringtone! Click here.

 

a marriage of convenience,
of tolerance and common-sense,
to suffer fools and innocents
who still believe in accidents –
fate lends a hand,
we may trust to circumstance,
even fools can understand
we shall pay the consequence

what makes you do the things I do
a world apart right next to you
can this be purely random chance
the science of coincidence
a world apart right next to you
can this be purely random chance?
the physics of this timely dance
the science of coincidence

in practice we analyse
in truth we secretly despise
these strange events that coincide
and change the way we live our life –
behind your back,
manipulating incidents
no explanation we are told,
just blame it on coincidence

what makes you do the things I do
a world apart right next to you
can this be purely random chance
the science of coincidence
a world apart right next to you
can this be purely random chance?
the physics of this timely dance
the science of coincidence

 

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The Power of Myth

Posted on April 22, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Here’s a movie trailer about one of our heroes – Joseph Campbell. Thanks to Lauren Raines, who wrote a beautiful piece around this trailer about the power of myth.

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Cassadaga, Again

Posted on April 21, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Kathy’s Place

Every place possesses a particular energy, a soul symmetry that speaks to us at some fundamental level. We love the spot, hate it, feel ambivalent toward it, or sense a kindred spirit.  For me, Cassadaga, Florida  has that feel of I’m home, but…I could never live here.

Home: laid back, relaxing, is what it professes to be – a community of psychics and mediums –live and let live; when you walk into a bookstore and the clerk says, We’ve got readers on call…. And they don’t mean they’re going to read a book. They’re going to read you…if you are willing.

Never live here: when my printer dies, when my printer cartridge needs replacing, when I’d like to shop at a mall, when my car needs an oil change, when I yearn for a Barnes and Noble…

But. Cassadaga is always a very large BUT. And here’s why. Half an hour north of Disney World, where you can immerse yourself in a corporate view of what makes entertainment tick, Cassadaga invites you to immerse yourself in a very different sort of world, which corporate America can’t touch. Yes, there are books and websites and a lot of speculation, but in Cassadaga, no one really knows what’s going on. You drive in, park, and on a weekend, the parking  is tricky. Squeeze into any space you can find. Then walk around.

But don’t walk too far. Directly across  the street from the Cassadaga Hotel, next to the town post office, is where you’ll find Kathy, a psychometrist,  a woman whose talent could challenge Stephen King character Johnny Smith any day of the week.

On the weekends in the Florida tourist season, there’s a wait. I’m sitting in the tiny waiting room,   jotting down my questions.  Rob is outside, walking the dogs around Colby Lake, named after the man who founded Cassadaga. Now and then, I stand up and look outside the window, checking to see if he is back at the car. I hope he  hurries so he can take a spot in line.  It’s already four PM and other people are coming in for readings.

The door to the inner part of the house opens and a blond woman steps out and sits down. She looks preoccupied, fiddles with her iPhone, then says something to me in Spanish, and quickly apologizes in English. “Oh, sorry.”

“Not a problem,” I say in Spanish, loving the fact that I get to practice my Spanish!

She’s Peruvian, has lived in Orlando for 8 years, and has been getting readings from Kathy for nearly that long. “She’s the best of the best,” the woman says.  “Names, dates, events, nearly everything she has told me has happened. My youngest daughter was translating for me, now she (the daughter) gets her reading. Kathy’s a nurse, you know, so her health readings are accurate.”

Kathy is also outside the spiritual camp, just across the street, and the campers are not so happy about her somewhat garish signs. But she has been there for years and can hold her ground at the entry corner to Cassadaga. She can do it because she is good.

I explain that my daughter and I got readings from her in January and were both impressed.

Rob calls, he’s back from the lake, and I tell him he’d better get up here and take his spot. And then it’s my turn.

The setting is informal, the room is small. Kathy is a short woman with a pretty face, beautiful eyes, a quick smile, and wavy light brown hair that tumbles to her shoulders. She’s wearing jeans and  an attractive sweater,  and sits in a desk chair. I sit across from her. “That Peruvian woman loves you,” I tell her.

She laughs. “She’s a terrific person.” She frowns slightly. “Have I read for you before?”

“In January.”

“I see so many people, but you look familiar.”

I work my wedding ring off my finger and hand it to her.  She fits my ring over her thumb, strokes it with her index finger, turns it slowly, shuts her eyes.   For a few minutes, she’s quiet, then begins to speak. I jot notes rapidly. The highlights are intriguing:

“A business proposition pulls you back and forth to the west coast (California.). I see books everywhere around you. Something big here. Book writing is taking you to and from the west coast. A book is being converted to a TV movie or movie. Positive financially. It’s as if they want you to continue writing so the series doesn’t end.”

I then tell her I’m a writer.

“California happens by the end of this year.  Your significant other picks up a BIG project that takes him to Chicago or somewhere in the Midwest. It comes out of the blue.  So while you’re going back and forth to California, he’s flying back and forth to the Midwest. Positive for him. By mid-year next year, you and your partner purchase a property in the middle of nowhere, but near water – a creek, river, lake. I see animals playing down near the water. It’s not like a second home, it’s a refuge, a sanctuary, and it’s an older place that you fix up. It’s here you and your significant other recharge your batteries.”

After Rob’s reading, we compare notes. “The first thing she said to me,” says Rob, “is Canada. That I’m involved in a project with a Canadian (the Quebec encounters). That it’s going to be big.”  He looks at me, suspicious. “Did you say something to her about Quebec?”

C’mon, I know better than that. I rarely offer any information at all. “Nope. Nothing.”

We continue to compare notes over dinner at the hotel. It’s easy to dismiss all this stuff as wishful thinking.  But much of what Kathy told Megan and me in January has come to pass: the appearance on William Shatner’s show – Weird or What?; Megan’s personal life; details about my writing that she couldn’t possibly have known; details about my parents, both deceased; details about my sister. Some of the info must be interpreted. You have to make associations. So, we’ll see.  The bottom line, I think, is that psychics read what’s most probable at a given moment. At any point along the way, we exercise our free will and the probability may change.

What I love about this town is the consensus reality: the dead are with us always, opening doors for us, communicating with us,  helping from the other side. On Sundays, there are services at Colby Center – not your usual church service, but one in which various psychics give readings for people in the audience. A “message” service.   And then there are the quirky reminders that you’re in a town where the norm is totally different than what lies beyond the city limits:

PS While in Cassadaga, I bought a t-shirt with these words on the front of it: Cassadaga, Florida, Home of the Happy Medium. It’s the same violet shade of one set of sheets for our bed. When we returned from the weekend, I removed the cases from the pillows we had taken with us and washed them, along with the new t-shirt. So yesterday morning, I wake up way too early and pull a pillow against me and see those words. I bolt upright, shocked that the t-shirt I bought is being used as  pillowcase.

Rob must have put it on the pillow before he’d gone to bed – same color as the sheets, right? – but the next day when I mention it, he swears he didn’t do it and says that I did. But I only washed the pillowcases and t-shirt and I definitely didn’t put a t-shirt on a pillow! We write this off to high strangeness, the same high strangeness that has disappeared a $100 bill, socks, car keys…well, you know, all the stuff that has vanished into a quantum black hole over the years.

But really, a t-shirt as a pillowcase?

 

 

 

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