Clusters from space

Posted on July 29, 2010 by Trish and Rob

In 7 Secrets, we devote an entire chapter to clusters – numbers, names, words, objects, symbols. We recently wrote about clusters involving figs, which was pretty unusual. But now comes something even more bizarre – clusters of meteorites repeatedly striking the same house. Here’s the story.
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Radivoje Lajic of Bosnia says his house has been pelted by meteorites on six occasions. The first meteorite struck his house in November 2007 with the latest one pounding his roof in June. “The chances of being hit by a meteorite is so small that getting hit six times has to be deliberate. If you rule out the possible, then the impossible must be true,” he told a reporter for the Telegraph of the U.K.

The culprits, according to Lajic: Space aliens. “I am obviously being targeted by extraterrestrials. I don’t know what I have done to annoy them but there is no other explanation that makes sense.”

Belgrade University scientists have analyzed the rocks and confirmed that they are meteorites. Apparently, all the strikes have taken place amid rain storms. “When it rains, I can’t sleep for worrying about another strike.”

Lajic sold one the meteorites to the University of the Netherlands in order to finance a steel reinforcement of his roof. Scientists are now studying magnetic fields around Lajic’s house as a means of explaining the frequency of strikes.
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We’ve heard of one other case like this one. In that case, the family’s house was not only hit by rocks, but objects were flying about the inside of the house. Such poltergeist activity is often linked with the presence of a teenager, and indeed a teenage girl was living in the house. The rocks, as far as we know, were never confirmed to be meteorites. Not so with this case. Still, it would be interesting to know if one or more teenagers were living in the Lajic house at the time of the attacks.

Aliens aside, the odds of being hit six times  in four years by meteorites is a remarkable synchronicity. Oddly enough, the meteorite that Lajic is holding in the photo from the Telegraph of the U.K. looks remarkably like the head of an alien, or maybe a Mayan Indian wearing head gear. Once again, go figure.

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What Happened to Michael

Posted on July 28, 2010 by Trish and Rob

                  Picasso’s The Face of Peace


      Judi Hertling is probably a mystic, but doesn’t know it yet. She has experienced some amazing synchros, one of which we used in our book. She sent us this new one and it’s amazing.
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      For several weeks, Judi Hertling of British Colombia, had been dreaming of her ex-husband, Michael, whom she hadn’t seen since they had divorced in the 1980s. She had been happily married to her present husband for twenty years, so these dreams about her ex puzzled her. She wondered what had happened to him. She searched the Internet for clues, Googling his name, going through online phone books in Edmonton, where they had lived during their marriage. She couldn’t find any trace of him, so she asked the universe to send her an answer about how he was.

     On a flight to Calgary to visit a friend, Judi happened to sit next to an elderly woman. They struck up a conversation, “relaxing into easy stories and anecdotes about city life and family.”  Judi found herself telling the elderly woman, Marg, about her husband who worked overseas, their life together, and how she too had once lived in Edmonton.

Not one to talk about her previous bad marriage especially to strangers, Judi surprised herself by telling Marg that she had gotten married the first time around in that city, but that it hadn’t worked out. She explained that although it had been a very painful time in her life, she realized it had been a great lesson in forgiveness and compassion. Her only regret had been the loss of her former in-laws with whom she had had a wonderful close relationship.
She told Marg about the softball games that her former father-in-law took her to during the summer, his love of model-trains, and the on-going crib tournaments that she loved playing with him. She spoke of her ex-mother in law’s  wonderful cooking and baking and her kind, gentle ways. Marg, listening intently, finally asked, “What was your husband’s name?”
“Michael. Michael Hart.”
 “I can’t believe this,” Marg exclaimed.  “I’m Margaret Hart. Michael’s aunt. He passed away several years ago.”

      Now that Judi knew what had happened to Michael, she never dreamed of him again. The universe had sent her the answer she requested.


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Go Fig-ure

Posted on July 27, 2010 by Trish and Rob

                                                                     

Our July 12 post, The Numinous Quality of Clusters, received some of the strangest comments about people’s experiences with clusters. It’s the fifth secret in our book and states: Synchronicity manifests itself in clusters of numbers, names, objects, words, symbols. As you’ll see from the next two stories, clusters can occur with anything – even figs!

What’s particularly interesting about these stories – aside from the fig clusters – is that they also seem to be about spirit contact.  We’ve heard of some truly bizarre ways that the dead communicate with the living, but figs are certainly a first.

Musing egret, who comments frequently – but doesn’t have a blog – commented:

“I love that word ‘numinous’ and all its definitions! (I looked them up.) I had a small cluster sync over the weekend. Sweetie brought me some ripening figs from a big tree near the golf course where he plays and I babbled on thanking him and reminiscing about my paternal grandma making batches of fig preserves every summer. Those fig preserves were the only fruit my grampa would have on his toast each morning.

“Next morning (Sunday) I started reading my favorite blogs and there on “Bayou Woman” was a recipe for fig preserves handed down 3 generations in her own family! I felt like my grandmother was whispering ‘hello, I love you.'”
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Then Gypsy followed with another comment, which reminded me (Trish) that she had related this story in an email and I had intended to write it up. Her fig story:
 On July 4, my daughter, Lisa,  was in the kitchen about to make a brunch meal for herself and her son and asked me if i would like some of her new birthday fig preserves her sister, Heather, had given her. Because I hadn’t been feeling well, I decided not to try them, but remarked how much I love them and wanted to preserve some myself. But they simply aren’t available here in Delaware. I said how weird it was that Heather had found fig preserves at a tjmaxx in Dover – grown and preserved in Rogers, Arkansas of all places.

“Now, Rogers is a little town in between Bentonville and Springdale, an area where many of our ancestors settled, where there is still family land and where my brother lived at the time of his death, so it holds special significance for me. Well, we’re in the middle of our discussion about figs and things related and there’s a knock at the carport door. The next door neighbor has dropped by to tell us that she was just at a little farmer’s market up the road and saw fresh figs there. She wanted me to know.

“It has to have been at LEAST two years since I mentioned figs to her – and as if that wasn’t weird enough, later that night I checked sitemeter and saw that someone from Rogers, Arkansas had just visited my blogs for the first time. My brother died in 1991 and while I think of him in some way or other every day, the past few weeks, it has been more than usual and even have dreamed of him several times although I don’t remember the content of the dreams.

“When he and I were kids and near fig trees, it was always the two of us who would spend hours picking the figs, eating them as we picked. I can still remember the sticky feel of the leaves and the figs and the heat of the summer when we picked them. His only child is grown now and has children of her own and has been talking to me for a couple of weeks about her father’s death and burial. So perhaps all of this is intertwined somehow.”
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Until we heard these two stories, we’d never heard of synchronicities  involving figs! Go fig-ure.

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Eagle Named Freedom and His Human

Posted on July 26, 2010 by Trish and Rob

This story is moving. It underscores the intimate connection between humans and animals, and really nails the idea of planetary connections. Renee Prince, whose incredible dolphin story we posted here, sent us the link to Jeff Guidry’s remarkable journey with an eagle. We wrote Jeff and he gave us permission to repost. The image is the cover of his book about the amazing friendship he has with this eagle.

Esoterically, eagles represent majesty, acute vision,strength, illumination, freedom. Jeff seems to have experienced all these attributes with this bird. Here’s the story, in his words:
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Every day at Sarvey Wildlife Center we witness first hand the incredible battle for life that our animal brothers and sisters go through. This is a story of one Bald Eagle’s magnificent spirit and sheer will to live.

It was mid-summer when a call came in reporting a fledgling Bald Eagle had fallen out of a nest on a Seattle golf course. Our very own Crazy Bob went to the rescue and transported her to the Center. She arrived with two broken wings. When asked to take her to the vet, I jump at the chance.

When I load this hurt and terrified baby into the car, she neither whimpers nor fights; she can’t even stand. This is not a good sign; she is obviously in very bad shape. As I drive to Sno-Wood Veterinary Hospital, I constantly look back to check on my very special passenger. She stares at me with big beautiful brown eyes, her mouth slightly agape. I drive a little faster—this Bald Eagle must live!

She is operated on and has both wings pinned; they are now immobile. Back at Sarvey we lay her in the bottom half of a huge carrier filled with shredded newspaper for support.The fight for her life begins.Twice a day a tube is pushed down her throat so that food and medicine can be pumped into her. A week goes by with no change; she still cannot stand up. At three weeks, there’s a slight change, but it’s for the worse. I’m getting scared for this young Bald Eagle.

Working at the Center, you begin to recognize a look, a look that indicates death is winning. This bruised and broken Bald Eagle was losing the battle but not her dignity. The struggle for her life was not over.
Every chance I get I talk softly to her, telling her to hold on, to fight, to live. Why I felt such a connection to this particular eagle, I do not know.

Four weeks go by and she is still on her belly. There is nothing so heartbreaking as seeing the life force of this majestic bird slowly slip away.At five weeks we are approaching the end. Sarvey Wildlife Center believes in giving every soul that comes in a chance to live; but when it is painfully clear that death is the only way out, the decision is made to let that particular spirit continue on its journey. We were at this juncture; this beautiful baby eagle was given one week to see if she could, or would, stand up. This was a crushing blow. Every day that next week I checked to see if she was up. The answer was always the same… “No.”

On the following Thursday I could barely face going to the Center. As I walked in not a word was spoken but everyone wore a huge grin. I raced back to the young Bald Eagle’s cage, and there she stood in all her glory!
She was standing! She had won. This girl had cheated death by a mere 24 hours. She was going to make it. She was going to get her second chance.

After another week the pins in her wings were removed. Her right wing was perfect, but her left was not. She couldn’t fully extend it. We tried physical therapy and hoped a little time was all she needed, but there was no significant progress. Her wing was too badly damaged. She would never fly, never soar the skies with her people. At least her life was saved, but for what? Was she doomed to live her life in a cage? Not exactly, for this was a special soul.

Bald Eagles normally want nothing to do with humans and will go to great lengths to get away from them. This girl liked people; she wanted to see what you were doing, to follow where you were going, and to see whom you were going with. She was very curious.

About this time our director suggested that I try to glove train her. She had the right temperament; maybe she could do educational programs. Wouldn’t that be something? Very few eagles are able or willing to be handled, much less remain calm in front of large crowds. The work began.

I started getting her used to the glove, a little at a time. At first she was thinking, “OK, I’ll step on your hand but only with one foot.” Then, “OK, I’ll use both feet but only for a second.” Later, “Yeah you can take me part way out of my cage, then I’ll jump right back in.” And finally, “OK, I’ll let you walk around with me on your arm. Hey, this is fun!”

At this point, every day a volunteer would take this Bald Eagle out for a cruise around the clinic. It was time for her final test—jesses, the leather straps that attach to the ankles of birds-of-prey to give control to the handler and to protect the bird from injury or escape. I put the jesses on her—a piece of cake. It was as if she were born with them on. This was certainly a very mellow Bald Eagle.

Now it was almost time for her first program, but she needed a name. None that we could come up with seemed right, and then Paula, a volunteer, said, “Hey, what about Freedom?” That was it; that was her spirit and her spirit was why grandfather sent her to us. She was ready.

Freedom is now four years old and one of Sarvey Wildlife Center’s premier ambassadors. She clearly enjoys our programs and really knows how to turn on the charm. She is a star. Freedom has been on national television, on the front page of major newspapers, and is known across the country.
She is also one of the great loves of my life. She will touch her beak to the tip of my nose and stare into my eyes. At that moment our spirits are one.

I am the luckiest person on Earth.Thank you, Freedom. I have no idea why I felt such a connection to this particular eagle, I do not know.”

Now we all know why: Freedom is alive because Jeff fought for her life, and there is no doubt that Freedom sensed his love and commitment. Jeff gave Freedom the support she needed to want to live. When Jeff was later diagnosed with a serious illness requiring chemotherapy, he found himself turning to Freedom for support. Two or three times a week, whenever he felt well enough, he would drive from Bothell to Arlington to walk with Freedom around the grounds. Now it was Freedom’s turn to give Jeff a reason to fight for his life.

Only a short time ago Jeff was informed there was no trace of the disease left in his body. He immediately left for the Center.When he took Freedom out of her flight, she did something she had never done before: She extended her wings and wrapped them around him.The circle of healing was now complete.
Doesn’t this picture speak tomes?

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The 27 Club, #137, #23, Writers and Hollywood

Posted on July 25, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Most of us know who these two guys are right? Jeff Bridges and Robert Duval. It’s a scene from Crazy Heart, for which Bridges won a well-deserved Oscar. There’s a scene in the movie where we see the door of the motel room where Bridges is staying – #27.  I suddenly sat up straighter, “There it is! The 27 Club,” I exclaimed.

Megan, who was watching the movie with us, looked over with that college expression – a roll of the eyes, brows lifting slightly. “What’re you talking about, mom?”

27 is a number so well known among musicians that it’s referred to as The 27 Club. Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, and Brian Jones  died at age 27. We wrote about this in our book, under the clusters chapter, The 27 Club.  But just because it appeared in  Crazy Heart, is it a synchronicity? Probably not. Crazy Heart is based on a novel by Thomas Cobb. Cobb is now a professor of creative writing and literature at Rhode Island College. But Cobb used to be a country music writer and it’s likely that he knew about  the synchronicity of #27. Maybe it was included in the movie as an inside joke.

Then again, would a producer go to the trouble of creating #27 for a motel room door or hunt down an appropriate door with that number on it, just to please the novelist? Or, did the novelist actually know the history of #27? That’s the mystery.
 Are these inside jokes more common than we realize or are they actual synchros? In the short-lived TV series FlashForward, nearly everyone in the world blanks out for 137 seconds and glimpses his or her future. 137, which we wrote about in a synchro last year, could be another insider joke. Novelist Robert Sawyer might have known about that number and its connection to physicist Wolfgang Pauli, who considered it as a death number. Then again, maybe he didn’t know about it.

Another instance of  a possible insider’s joke involves the number 23. There’s a considerable amount of data about this number,which we wrote about here, and which crops up time and again in the TV series Lost. But was the inference intentional or accidental?

The real mystery about number clusters is whether the story creator knows about the synchro data.

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Spanish Dogs or Nothing at All

Posted on July 24, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Many years ago, I bought an old ’74 Plymouth Barracuda. It was troublesome, one thing after another breaking down, and I only kept it a couple of years. The most interesting part of the car was a bumper sticker that  read: Spanish Dogs or Nothing at All.

People would ask what it meant, and I would tell them I had no idea. It came with the car. I liked it, because it was a mystery. Maybe it was some kind of dog, or maybe a type of hot dog. Someone suggested it might be an insult. If the bumper sticker had simply said Spanish Dogs, then yeah, an insult. This was something different.

One day I was walking out of a grocery store and spotted another car with the identical bumper sticker parked a few spaces from my ‘Cuda. I waited around, hoping the driver would show up with some insight. But after a few minutes, I started thinking about my ice cream  melting in the hot Florida sun and left, never to find an answer. The car and the bumper sticker, I’m sure, were crushed like a squashed aluminum can long ago. But a couple of nights ago, for some reason,  that slogan came to mind.

So I Googled it, and yes…I finally found out. Amazing, after all these years, mystery solved! Spanish Dogs or Nothing at All was the name of a South Florida band that existed between 1981-1986. Here they are.

It’s not really much of a synchronicity, but it is another astonishing example of the minutia from the past that can turn up on the Internet…if you look.  Now we just need to hear from a former band member and find out one of them had owned that car. And maybe they covered a Spanish version of the Heart song,  ‘Barracuda.’ – R

If the real thing don’t do the trick
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn into the wick
Aren’t you, Barracuda? 

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Venice of the East

Posted on July 23, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Healing Mudras, who lives in Bangkok, sent us this synchro and it’s a good one, a confirmation of some decisions she has made recently.
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Bangkok is a city of canals. Most of them are not for navigation anymore. One of them is and there is a very nice, swift and low cost transportation with it. It crosses Bangkok from East to West . So rather than taking 2 hours or more to cross the city one can enjoy a 30 minutes ride on a taxi boat. This Klong is just few minutes walk from our House and we use it a lot.

The nice thing about it is that there is a sidewalk on the side of the Klong (canal) and pedestrians can walk along the water way. It really makes connections very nice. It’s used by commuters mainly and not upscale  people obviously. Some foreigners who know how to get around Bangkok also use it.

People and ‘local favelas’ also abound by the side of the klong as life there is mainly for the urban poor who make a living on the street. At various hours of the day a few beggars and homeless also find a niche for a good sleep under the bridges.

On the other side of the world, Venice, Italy is also a city built on water with canals. Obviously it is also more poetic and elegant than the one in Bangkok, but somehow a closeness and similarity can be drawn.

So this morning we left our house walking to reach the subway station, which is located not far from the Klong. We followed the sidewalk which is quite narrow, especially since my daughter likes to jump and touch whatever she can, especially the hanging plants.

We passed by the boat station and proceeded to our destination on the Klong sidewalk. While my daughter was blocking the passage for a lady coming out of a housing on the klong side, I told her my daughter in Italian to let the lady pass. Surprisingly, the woman said something to my daughter that baffled me. Not by what she said, but how she said it. She spoke in Italian.

So I called out to the lady in Italian and she answered.

I smiled and we engaged in conversation while walking to the bridge and the subway. She had returned from two years in Italy and was going back tomorrow to bring her daughter to study there! When I asked her in which city she lived and was returning to, she said: “Venice!”

That’s where my own mothers lives. I told her that and while she struggled a bit to continue the conversation in Italian, she was adamant on making an effort to showcase the Italian vocabulary she has mastered. I asked her where she was headed right now. She was en route to the embassy to pick us passports and visas.

“My husband is waiting for us in Venice. I am not sure when we will come back. I am happy for my daughter, but sad because she has to leave her friends here.”

In the meantime, we had reached the MRT ( Mass Rail Transportation – the name of the subway in Bangkok) and while she was headed for the track to the west, we were going to the one to the north. I waved at her and wished her good luck.

I found this event very peculiar for many reasons. Thai people rarely engage conversation with foreigners just like that. Then there’s the obvious geographical connection with Venice. Also, I am just terminating two years of living in Bangkok and she was going back to her new destination after two years of living there. She had just returned to pick her daughter.Then there’s the language. This woman was really making an effort to speak to me in Italian and I was tempted to speak to her in English.

What peculiar is the fact that I never have met anybody from those houses along the Klong and even wondered if people really lived there.

We went to the market happy! That was really a nice soft one!
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Healing Mudras, who speaks six languages and is well traveled, now lives in Laos. We hope she has many synchros there!

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You Get What You Concentrate on

Posted on July 22, 2010 by Trish and Rob

These two photos were taken with Gypsy’s cell phone. The scene here is the apprehension of a bank robber. Even more interesting than the fact that the bad guy was caught is how Gypsy came to be in this particular place, at this particular time.

Yesterday afternoon (July 20), I get a text message from Gypsy that I actually didn’t see until her second text message came through. Here’s the first one: “Just n middle of bank robbery-exciting -all ok-more later.” Then, the 2nd text message:  “All OK- cops got the guy-very weird story about it all-will send details-“

So my interest was piqued and I emailed her, asking what was going on. When she wrote back, I was astonished by the layers of synchronicities and by how literal the universe takes what we say and feel – i.e., the law of attraction.

The day before, on July 19, a major bank in the small town where both her daughters work was robbed at gunpoint by a man who eluded the police and remained at large. When Gypsy first heard about it, she thought that he was going to do it again the next day. She scribbled a note to one of her daughters, telling her not to go into work the next day.

But on  July 20,  her daughter went to work anyyhow, leaving hurriedly, and taking the mailbox key with her that Gypsy needed so she could pick up a check that had come in the mail. Before she left the house, Gypsy checked her account online. She knew it was low, which was why she wanted to get that check deposited. But when she saw the balance, she nearly fainted. “There were parenthesis around it! It so overwhelmed me it was like a storm. I knew, intellectually, that there had been an error, but just seeing those brackets around my balance was horrific! I knew that if it was my mistake, there would be overdraft charges, like highway robbery. I kept muttering to myself about highway robbery and how those charges were like being robbed or throwing my money away.”

She wanted to get to the bank before it closed, to get the account straightened out. But she needed the check, which was in the mailbox for which her daughter had the key. She had to drive 20 miles to her daughter’s office. During the ride, her anxiety and fury about overdraft charges mounted. Highway robbery, highway robbery is racing through her head. She finally peels into the the plaza where her daughter works, gets the key, and explains she can’t talk because she needs to get to her bank before it closes.

“So I’m wheeling out of there and hear sirens from down the highway and I’m rushing to turn back onto the highway to get to my own bank. Out of the blue, a car whips out of the bank parking lot and cop cars and SWAT teams are screeching to a stop around me. Choppers are swooping down low overhead. All these heavily armed guys leaps out of their cars, weapons pulled, all of them shouting, Bank robber, bank robber! I thought the chopper was going to plung through the roof of my car, that’s how low it was. So there I am, front row seat to the guy being dragged out of his getaway car and cuffed and shovede into a patrol car.”

All this time, Gypsy can see inside the robber’s car because it’s sideways in front of her. The police are so busy arresting the guy and searching his vehicle that they don’t notice Gypsy, who is busily snapping photos with her cell phone. An officer finally comes over and tells her to leave. She remembers she has to get to her own bank and happens to glance at the dashboard clock. It reads: 3:33. She makes it to the drive-thru at her bank before it closes.

Later that night on the news, the story is that the guy wasn’t actually robbing the bank where he was apprehended. He was trying to escape the cops, who were in pursuit and finally caught him in front of a state police credit union. The next morning, Gypsy looked at her online bank statement – which finally reflected everything correctly.

She noted the “oddities:”

1. The bank that was robbed at gunpoint was directly across the street from one daughter’s office.
2. The bank where the guy was captured was directly across the street from her other daughter’s office.
3. She had written one daughter a note the night before, telling her not to go to the bank the day the guy was captured.
4. Worried about overdraft fees, she kept muttering “highway robbery” all the way to her daughter’s office to pick up the mailbox key. That phrase was alternated with,  “I might as well have been robbed.”
5.Had there not been a mistake with her statement, she wouldn’t have been there.
6. If she’d remembered to get the mailbox key from her daughter before she had left for work, she would not have been there.
7. The first time she even noticed the time, it was 3:33 (those clustered numbers again!).
8. As it turned out, there was  no problem with her account.
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The law of attraction, indeed!

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Posted on July 21, 2010 by Trish and Rob

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Another 7 Secrets Synchro

Posted on July 21, 2010 by Trish and Rob

We’ve heard from several readers about the synchronicities they experience connected with our book. This one came from Ray Getzinger, who posts frequently here. We used a couple of his synchronicities in the book. Ray has traveled extensively and always has great insights on everything from politics to, well,
synchronicity!

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I just finished Part One of The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity. Synchros are coming left and right as I read.  As I get to Premonitions and Precognition I began to think about how I met my wife only to see my story on the next page. Then when you were on the chapter on clusters I see my name again. On the next page you wrote
about multiples of 8. I started thinking about that. I was born 1/7/44 = 88. That was yesterday. I have been thinking about it since with different combinations. My wife was born 4/18/43. By using 1944 I get 10+8=18 the day of the month she was born. By adding 4+3=7 I get the day of the month I was born.

When I was reading about the Trickster I saw a white pickup truck with the word COYOTE written on the side of the bed. I did a search on my phone and found several links at least two of that said White Coyote.

When I read about 911 and the story of Vicki DeLaurentis I was reminded of the following picture done in the 1990s, The Towers by Boris Vallejo:

The first time I saw this picture a few years after 9/11/01 it was shocking to look at. 

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