Time traveler photo?

Take a close look at the photo. The always mysterious Peter Levenda, author of the Sinister Forces trilogy, alerted us to this peculiar snapshot, which was part of a Canadian historical exhibit. The photo was taken in 1940 or ’41 at a ceremony for a bridge opening.

Look closely at the man in the right foreground. He looks quite modern, wearing designer-type sunglasses, a sweater with a pattern printed on it, and most telling, he appears to be holding a compact camera.

Notice that the lower right corner of the photo says topstrange.com. That’s apparently where the photo is located on the Internet, but we can’t access it.

Of course, with Adobe Photoshop, it’s possible to slip a modern person into an old photo. However, what was this photo doing in a history exhibit?

You might also wonder why a time traveler would show up at a mundane bridge dedication. Who knows? Wasn’t that the same way the time traveler arrived in Kate & Leopold, starring Hugh Jackman and Meg Ryan?

Maybe bridges are symbolic representations for ‘bridging time.’

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The Key of Cedar Key

Cedar Key is one of those places like Cassadaga that we visit once a year. It’s an isolated island on Florida’s Gulf coast, fifty miles west of Gainesville, just one road in and out, through dense pine forests. Fishing and tourism are the main industries on the island. Years ago, back in the 1800s, Cedar Key was actually located on another island – Atsena Otie Key, which was covered with cedar trees that were used for pencils. Today, that island is abandoned, with just a spooky cemetery and lots of mosquitoes.
Usually, we stay at the Old Fenimore Mill, condos right on the water and salt marsh. But they charge a nonrefundable pet fee and last year, when Noah was still a pup, he chewed up a storm. So this year we decided to try something different – a pet-friendly house on stilts in the woods, on a different part of the island.
At various times over the years, we’ve imagined living on Cedar Key. We’ve looked at real estate, checked into the schools (no longer a factor), done all the things you do when you’re checking out an area. Things never quite worked out, partly because the housing market in Florida took such a precipitous dive. This time as we went in search for our rental house, we noticed so many for sale signs that it looked as if the entire island was up for grabs.
We entered a delightful neighborhood of wooden homes on pilings, with great views of the salt marsh. Our place was at the end of an unpaved road – and had a for sale sign in the front yard. We inquired about the price, too steep for us unless we sold our present house. But what fun we had imagining what would go where,  redecorating it in our heads, talking about where all our books would possibly fit, and how much the cats and Noah would like it here. The sunsets were superb, the bird watching fantastic.
On the day we left, we put the key on the counter, just as the owner had asked us to do. Five hours later, Rob got out our house key, tried to fit it into lock. We realized we had left our house key on the counter in Cedar Key and still had the key to the rental. So maybe this story isn’t finished yet!
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Hereafter

The opening to this movie is stunning. A French broadcaster/journalist – played by Cecil de France –  is vacationing in Indonesia with her producer, who is also her lover. She leaves him in the hotel and wanders out to  the street market to buy gifts for his kids. While she’s paying for a bracelet, a tsunami hits. The sequence of scenes is flawless, every scene breathtaking, dramatic, and so realistic you feel your jaw clenching, your muscles tensing, and all you want to do is run fast, very fast. She dies and “has visions” before she’s resuscitated.
On the other side of the world, a factory worker in San Francisco – Matt Damon – is corralled into giving a reading for one of his brother’s top clients. Damon, we discover, used to be a celebrity medium, but gave it up because talking to the dead isn’t a life. He’s very much a loner, reluctant to touch other people because when he does, he sees their deepest secret, something so central to their existences that it’s a kind of violation. This ability is not conducive to personal relationships, as we learn when he takes an Italian cooking class and is attracted to his cooking partner.
In London, a young boy and his twin brother deal with a mother who is an alcoholic and heroin addict. Marcus, the youngest twin by 12 minutes, depends completely on his brother, Jason, who is as chatty and outgoing as Marcus is quiet and introverted. When Jason is killed, and Marcus’ mother enters rehab, social services place Marcus with a foster family. The boy’s raw emotions are profoundly real. His brother’s spirit prevents Marcus from getting on a train one morning in London – which explodes as soon as it pulls away into the tunnel. This scene, from the July 7, 2005 bombings in London, is harrowing.
Eastwood and the scriptwriter really explore who these people are, what makes them tick, why they do what they do. In essence, there are three stories with triumphs and despairs. Each of these characters needs closure and we know their lives are going to intersect at some point. The way that happens is deftly done. We didn’t see it coming.
This movie has the emotional underpinnings of another Eastwood movie, Mystic River. The deep character explorations add to that. The mystical elements are a bonus. There’s even a synchronicity. When the journalist discovers that her lover is sleeping with the woman who took her place at the station, she makes reference to the fact that she wouldn’t have had her NDE if he had gone shopping for gifts for his kids.

If we have one gripe about the film, it’s a simple thing. The movie’s title comes from the name of the book that the French journalist eventually writes about what she experienced when she died. But her NDE in the movie consists of little more than light with blurred silhouettes, murmurings, more lights and blurred shadows. This scene should have given us a more detailed glimpse of the hereafter, some substance.

But The Lovely Bones, based on Alice Sebold’s bestselling novel, did the same thing. In that movie, the hereafter consisted mostly of a playground where the young girl spends her time while watching her family. What Dreams May Come, a movie with Robin Williams based on the novel by Richard Matheson, explores the afterworld in depth, but has heavy religious overtones about heaven and hell.
Eastwood’s reluctance to add detail to the journalist’s NDE is perhaps best expressed by Roger Ebert in The Chicago Sun-Times: “His film embodies how love makes us need for there to be an afterlife.”

While we thoroughly enjoyed the movie, we wondered if  Eastwood had consulted any mediums about visions of the hereafter. We’re sure that some of the folks who frequent this blog could have guided him in creating other-worldly scenes that would have rivaled the excellent opening of the film.

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Love from the Other Side

Natalie Thomas had this one of her blog, Spirit of Magenta. It encompasses familiar themes with synchronicity, spirit contact, and how this stuff crops up in our daily lives.
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So sometimes, it is the little things which alert you to spirit being with you. Actually, it is mostly the little things which alert you to spirit being with you.

Take yesterday for example: My husband bought me a psychic reading for my birthday. It was with a lady who mostly talks about him whenever I go for a reading with her, which is once a year. What a coincidence, that he needed some business guidance, right when I happen to have a birthday. 🙂

Anyhow, as I was getting ready to go, I stilled my mind and asked for a sign from my Aunty Dette who died two years ago. She and I were very close, (read mother substitute), and I hadn’t had a clear message from her in all that time, even though I am a working medium.

In my ear I heard : ” It will be given as Bernadette, not Dette.”

Fine with me, I thought.

Mark drove me to the shop, then he and the babes went to the park to wait for me. The reader was running late, so I busied myself shuffling some Doreen Virtue cards while I waited.

There was a lady standing near the counter who had a vile energy, and she kept glaring at me, and sending me ‘get out’ vibes.

I just kept smiling at her and sent her wave upon wave of love. She moved away from me like I had the Pox.
The cards I held were shuffled until their noses were falling off. I split the deck, like I was halving an avocado, and there it was………

Saint Bernadette.

A sign for me! A beautiful message on the card about speaking your truth no matter what.

Just as I was struggling with self doubt about speaking up.

Thank You, Aunty Dette, I love you and miss you deeply.

 

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A UFO synchro

 J. Allen Hynek and Jacques Vallee

The same day we posted about the supernatural earthquake and it’s relationship to Gypsy’s UFO story, we received a call from Jim Moseley, editor of the Saucer Smear. Jim called to tell us about a synchronicity he remembered from long ago. Jim’s not a computer guy, so he doesn’t see the blog and he doesn’t e-mail. So it was interesting that his synchro was linked to the UFO subject and telekinetic or psychokinetic activity. Considering the timing, this one counts as a  double syncho, connecting present day events with a story from long ago.

In 1977, a UFO convention, sponsored by FATE Magazine, was held in Chicago. It was a well attended event with some of the big names in UFO-logy on hand, including Kenneth Arnold and Ray Palmer, and also J. Allen Hynek, who was the keynote speaker at the conference dinner.

Hynek was a scientist and a former consultant to the government’s UFO investigation, known as the  Blue Book Project, that took place in the 1960s. He was a very intelligent man, but not a good speaker, Jim recalled. He wrote his speeches and read them in a low monotone voice. So as he spoke at the dinner, everyone was extremely quiet, trying to hear what he was saying.

At one point in the speech, Hynek said the word poltergeist. As if in response, there was an enormous crash and clatter from the kitchen as someone dropped a stack of dishes. The sound burst into the room, surprising everyone. “The timing was perfect, and it was the only time in his speech he mentioned that word,” Jim recalled. The room exploded into laughter dissipating the tension from the long silence.
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Perhaps it was the aliens telling us they were here. An interesting way of communicating. “Hide the China, Martha. The aliens want to talk.”

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The Lights in El Paso, Manhattan, and Portland

This video, shot by a cameraman with channel 9 news in El Paso, is fascinating. It’s also similar to lights that appeared in Manhattan several days ago, in broad daylight. Watch the whole thing. They show the Manhattan lights.

Now the lights have appeared over Portland. That story is here. 
So, are all these lights weather balloons? You’d think that in all the decades since Roswell someone could come up with a better explanation that weather balloons.

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A Supernatural Earthquake

Photo by Andy Munoz

Something very strange happened last Thursday at the house we were renting in Cedar Key, Florida. We’ve held off writing about this experience, partially because of the negative energy associated with it, and also it’s just so damned unbelievable.

Some of you no doubt remember a particularly aggressive and caustic individual, writing under anonymous, who came on our blog under a UFO post earlier this month. He became increasingly hostile in his attacks, particularly directed at one individual. Finally, cj, the person under attack, brought a friend, a psychologist, into the fray. He tried to reason with anonymous, who lashed back with such a nasty assault that I decided that was all for anonymous.

His latest comment had arrived about half an hour earlier when I sat down in front of my notebook computer to inform him that the Powers that Be – me and Trish – would be deleting any future nasty posts from him. I was putting my thoughts together before beginning when we were apparently hit by an earthquake. 

 Suddenly, my chair started sliding back and forth on its wheels, and a television on a shelf in the walk-in closet next to me rocked side to side. I turned and looked at Noah, our golden retriever. He was laying down near me and  was moving back and forth–or rather the floor was moving. It lasted about 7 or 8 seconds.

When it was over, I called out to Trish, asked if she’d just felt anything. She was typing at the dining room table when the table started shuddering. A glass table. The shuddering caused pens to slide, made her mouse bounce around. She thought it was the washing machine, which was in a whipping dry mode. Since the house sat on pilings – wooden pilings, not concrete – she wondered if something was happening to them.

She got up and walked over to the washing machine, then to the window to see if anyone in the neighborhood was hurrying outside. No one outside. The washing machine couldn’t possibly be causing this shuddering. It occurred to her it might be an earthquake, but that seemed so unlikely she thought maybe it was a plane crashing the sound barrier. But planes make sounds.

Until Rob called to her, though, she never said a word.  She had also read that latest comment from anonymous and was attempting to locate him on Site-Meter.

It was a startling, but minor incident. I went on to write the comment, essentially sending our nasty buddy on his way, and while I wrote it we experienced two aftershocks, the last one shook the floor slightly and the blinds shuddered. When I stood up, I felt dizzy from the rocking.

Here’s the thing. We don’t have earthquakes in Florida, maybe two or three minor ones in the past 150 years. Now it gets weirder. Megan and boyfriend Andy were in another part of the house and felt nothing. We checked with several earthquake-monitoring sites, and the Levy County emergency website. Nothing. No earthquakes reported. We went out to dinner, talked to several people. No one else experienced it. The next morning, I walked into city hall and got the same response. Yet, we’d been wide awake and the effects were real.

So we began to wonder if the ‘quake’ might’ve been a manifestation of psycho-kinetic energy, the result of the hostility coming from anonymous and our combined angered reactions.

There’s also another level to this story. Just as my comment appeared, addressing anonymous’ exile, another  comment popped up from cj, who was upset by anonymous’ attack on her friend. (To be fair, it should be mentioned that the nastiness was coming from both sides of the argument.) I immediately wrote cj and told her what had happened minutes ago. She offered a very interesting response.

At the same time we were experiencing the quake, her dog was throwing up on the living room carpet, and she felt a sharp pain on the side of her head. She went on to speculate that anonymous might have a malefic spirit attached to him that was causing the reactions we’d experienced.

Anonymous made a couple more comments that were removed. He complained how unfair we were being to him, spewed out a few choice words for Trish and me. He came back and said he’d won the argument, we’d lost. Then he was gone. And we were left with this perplexing incident.

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Name Synchros As Warnings and Confirmations

Name synchros apparently happen more frequently than we thought.  When we posted Subtle Synchros on September 16, we received some really great comments. That same day, another synchro came in involving 7 Secrets and a name. In the 7 Secrets scheme of things, these qualify as clusters.  
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This first one comes from Natalie, whose synchros we’ve posted before. We should note that Natalie is a psychic: 
 
On Tuesday, I passed 6 cars with ‘Jen’ number plates.One of my best friends is  named Jen(she also has Jen number plates), and yesterday Jen rang to say she had just found her Mum dead at her home.

As I was driving to Jen’s house, a car pulled up next to me, with ‘Jac’ number plates. Jen’s mum is named Jacqui. I immediately ‘saw’ Jacqui dancing and swirling in a vortex with her husband Les (also passed). I relayed my vision to Jen last night, and she had the same one at the traffic lights just near
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This next synchro comes from Vicki D, who comments frequently on our blog, but doesn’t have her own blog (and should!). Vicki is also psychic:

My oldest daughter and I have synchros with the name Jennifer. Anytime we have had to deal with someone and their name is Jennifer we always know something good will come of it.

My youngest daughter got her wisdom teeth pulled out over the summer and we were a little nervous because she would be put out for the short procedure (she had all 4 taken out). As they were getting her ready I asked the nurses what their names were and one of them said very cheerfully “Brittny.”

My daughter and I smiled and I said, “Well, there you go, you’re going to be fine!” You see, she had just decided and committed to room (in college)with a girl whose name is Brittny and she was happy and relieved and the girl is very sweet and nice, and we had been talking about this on the way to the oral surgeons office.

The surgery was over in about 30 mins. and my daughter recovered in record time.

Love name synchros!
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This story came from Deborah Cannon, a Canadian writer who doesn’t have a blog, but has a facebook page for her newest novel. Interestingly, after she received my email asking if she had a blog or website we could link to, she wrote back:

After I opened this email from you requesting a link, thinking it was too bad I didn’t have an author website URL to send you, I went to The Pirate Vortex Facebook page to post a snippet from chapter 6 of my book. I looked down to the page I had opened and the Chapt. title was: “It’s More than a coincidence”! I think that’s the universe telling me something.  🙂

Here’s her name synchro:

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 Just had to tell you this cute story about your and Rob’s synchronicity book. I gave a copy to my husband’s research assistant because I knew she’d really like it. Turns out she loves it and was so pleased that that I’d given it to her. She’s always looking for signs from the universe to tell her what to do.

Anyway, she popped her head into his office yesterday and asked him if I had read the dedication (before deciding to give it to her). I hadn’t. Of course, it says “To Megan,” which is also her name!

Is that a synchronicity or what???

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Little Snoring

Here’s a story that first appeared on a site called TheSpiritGuides.co.uk. It was submitted to the site by Tamasin McGregor. Seeing the last name, we took note and thought it was a good story worth reposting.
We’ll let Tamasin tell it. (Interesting first name.)
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Synchronicity. To me, when an event is so coincidental that it cannot just simply be a random set of circumstances, I do believe there is a significance of such mystery that it may never be explained.

I also love scientists’ attempts to rationalise the mystery of life, and at the same time I feel sort of sorry for them that they cannot fully appreciate the divine behind the beauty they are trying to dissect.

I also love coincidence. Maybe because I am a lover of the mysterious, a watcher for divine intervention and a receptacle for spirit to work through me at times I am often told stories, usually unprompted, of coincidence which I feel have such synchronicity and intelligence about them that, surely, they can only have been orchestrated by something Divine and brilliant.

I met an acquaintance in the library and stopped to share her table in the canteen for a quick coffee. The lady told me she is moving away from the area. She had been looking at moving to Norfolk and on spotting an area called ‘Little Snoring’ on the map, she had jokingly called her husbands attention to it. ‘I don’t care where we go on the coast, as long as it is not there’ she told him. Looking for houses on the internet came up with the perfect house, price, size, style..it’s location? Little Snoring.

So, despite the address, they headed off for a viewing. As they walked around the house, this lady noticed some numbers etched into a beam in the main bedroom. ‘What is that?’ she asked. The vendor smiled and explained it was the day, month and year she gave birth to her only son. My friend also smiled, it was the exact day, month and year of her own marriage. They had their offer accepted on this house, the only house they felt a need to view and they will be moving shortly.
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We’re not sure where Little Snoring is located. Maybe one of our UK visitors will know of it. We also would wonder about moving to a place with that name. But it this case, it seems that it was meant to happen.

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Synchros, the Obits, and the Afterlife

Sylvia sent us this one in email, in response to our post about selling Synchronicity and the Other Side. 
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About five days ago I had a synchro with the other side.  I was thinking about old neighbors from 40 years ago.  They owned a trucking company (very large one).  The son played with my younger brother.

What impressed me about these people was that they came from moderate backgrounds and became very wealthy because of a lucrative transport company.  The wife chose to live in a middle class neighborhood because she was afraid to live in a large house.  Her husband travelled because of his business. That very same day, I was browsing the obituaries and noticed the mother’s name was among the deceased(she was 70).  We were not close and never kept in touch, but that day, another unexplained synchro happened.   I guess you can call it a premonition.
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Sylvia included another one in her email:

In my experience,  browsing the obituaries – but never with the intention of finding synchros – triggers this type of synchro. Last winter, I found two the same day. A nun I worked with at a hospital appeared in the obituary column and on the same page was the obituary for the daughter of a friend who died of breast cancer.  One thing for sure, I felt deep down that Sister O’Grady wanted me to know about her passing.  The other lady  I met briefly, but we know her father.
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What are the odds?

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