The Black Chaser

Posted on May 14, 2010 by Trish and Rob

 Posts on certain phenomenon seem to trigger memories in readers about their experiences with the same kind of phenomenon. When we posted A Disturbing Doppelganger, a story from  Dan Mitchell,  our friend Connie Cannon sent us the following.

Dan has since deleted his blog and email.
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When I read Dan Mitchell’s post this morning, it reminded me of an inexplicably eerie experience my son had in 2005.  I won’t embellish this story.  It is creepy enough without embellishment.

Our oldest son Chris is 6’3″ tall and weighs 185.  He is a Tom Selleck clone, when Selleck was in his prime.  Chris can bench-press 300 pounds and doesn’t have a wimp bone in his body.  He was raised in a family where woo-woo things are always going BUMP! in the night, including disembodied entities and genuine ET encounters, and I’ve never known him to really be afraid of anything.  He can pretty much hold his own in any situation.

In the early summer of 2005, he drove a big white Tahoe.  One sunny afternoon he called me from his cell phone and told me something very weird was happening and it was making him nervous.  He said that he had left the beach restaurant where he’d eaten lunch alone and was driving out through the country to the river, to look for a good place to put the boat in for some fishing later in the week.  He glanced in his rear view mirror and noticed a shiny black vehicle not far behind him…..a two-door automobile.  There were no other vehicles on the road.  The car caught his eye, he said, because it was unusual and beautiful.  He couldn’t see any kinds of markings on the car; no chrome, no insignia, nothing, and he said it was the shiniest black he’d ever seen with illegal black windows through which no driver was visible.  I told him to keep me posted, that it was probably nothing to worry about.

As he drove farther out into the country, (which is marshland that becomes farmland), he noticed that the black vehicle was tailing him and taking every turn he took, but had dropped back a distance, perhaps a mile or so.  Chris started driving much faster and made some quick turns that the black car could not have conceivably seen him make, yet every time he checked, it was behind him again.  By the time Chris reached the river road, he was seriously shaken and he pulled the Tahoe into a roadside park where some county workers were lounging around.  He told them that a strange black automobile had chased him all the way from the beach, and he was going to stay there with them for a few minutes.  Momentarily, the black car passed them and drove on, so Chris, feeling silly but relieved, got back into his SUV and started on towards his destination.

In a matter of seconds, the black car appeared again behind him seemingly out of nowhere, and it spooked Chris so badly that he pulled his truck into a fish camp park, (there were no other people or vehicles), locked his doors and windows, and….believe it or not….called his Dad!  Chris had pulled his truck parallel to the river, and lo and behold, the black chaser vehicle pulled in facing the Tahoe, a few yards away, and simply sat there with its engine idling.  Chris told his Dad on the phone that he was not moving because his fuel was getting low and there were no gas stations nearby; would Dad please drive out to the river and pick him up because he was terrified.

I have failed thus far to mention that Chris is extremely intuitive.

The black vehicle never moved, and there did not appear to be a driver inside.  Even within a car with totally dark glass, shadows will still visibly move.  Not in the black chaser car.

My 64 year-old skinny husband left his work to go rescue this 38-year-old superman….our son!….and when Dad got to the park, the black chaser was still there, engine still rumbling.  Dad reported it indeed had no tag, no markings on it whatsoever of any kind.  No identifiable anything, and no apparent driver.  At least, not to the naked eye.

Dad pulled parallel with the Tahoe, Chris jumped out and into Dad’s truck, and they uneventfully came home.  Chris then asked me if we could drive back out to the river, (thirty miles one way), in my Durango to retrieve his vehicle, that surely the black car would be gone by the time we got there.  Off we went, with me foolishly thinking this was some kind of harmless, easily explainable adventure.  When we reached the fish camp park where Chris’s truck was sitting, the black car was still there, still facing Chris’s vehicle.

I got a very good look at that car and my inner alarms blasted off like air-raid sirens.  It looked much too much like black helicopters, with which I have become intimately familiar in my life.  I became uneasy, even queasy, because I’d never heard of an automobile connected to ET encounters, yet everything about this felt like the acutely tangible black helicopters that were a part of my experiences…..but never a part of my oldest son’s experiences.

I had a sense of some kind of extreme threat.

I pulled up even with the Tahoe and Chris jumped back into it, cranked it and took off, with me in close pursuit at a law-breaking speed through the countryside, praying Chris would not run out of gas.  Again, within moments, the black vehicle appeared in my rearview mirror, maintaining distance behind us, perhaps by a half-mile to a mile.  Chris and I took sudden sharp turns that the chaser car could not possibly have seen, yet it stayed behind us.

We finally reached the on-ramp to I-95, which we went under, and then we immediately drove into a huge truck stop crowded with many people, parked our vehicles facing the road. We we saw the black chaser car sitting, engine idling, just under the interstate on the other side of it, apparently watching us.  We stood outside our trucks for at least fifteen minutes, until the black vehicle eventually turned up the ramp to go south on I-95.

But the black chaser car didn’t get on the interstate highway.  Chris and I could very clearly see the expressway; there was nowhere else the black car could have gone, but it simply vanished.  POOF.  Gone.

What was this about?  Was it some kind of remotely-controlled vehicle, and what was its purpose?  Was there some kind of tracking device on my son’s SUV?  If so, why?

A few days after this harrowing incident, Chris traded his Tahoe for a different truck.  If there was a tracking device on it, someone else will now have the pleasure of attempting to elude the pursuer!

None of us has ever seen that black chaser vehicle again, or anything that resembles it.  But none of us will ever forget it, or understand it.

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Writers

Posted on May 13, 2010 by Trish and Rob

In my blog surfing the last few days, I have run across several blogs by literary agents. The tone of these blogs troubles me because the bottom line is that writers are powerless, that they are basically idiots who are deluded enough to think their stories, their memoirs, their novels, their ideas, will be published.

So pull up a chair, get your cup of strong coffee, and let me tell you a story about how it looks from a writer’s point of view.

1985. My first novel, In Shadow, has been published by Ballantine Books. The manuscript had been rejected by 24 publishers. And that was in the days when there were many more publishers than there are today. A young prince named Chris Cox bought it. He understood the story, he loved it, and I loved him for his confidence in the book.Like most new authors, I accepted any invitation that came my way to publicize the book.

We were  living in Fort Lauderdale at the time, where there was a  mystery bookstore that had invited me to do a signing. That’s where you, the author, sit at a table and sign books for any customer who comes into the store and purchases your novel. It’s a lot like hawking Girl Scout cookies. It is not my favorite publicity venue.So while I’m sitting at this table, in walks an attractive woman in her thirties.

She’s not one of these customers who asks how I got the idea for the novel. She doesn’t ask how long it took me to write the book.We chat. She’s into Seth – a huge landmark for me – and the I Ching – another big landmark. And she seems to know the I Ching backwards and forward. Give her a hexagram number, and she tells you the title. She bought a couple copies of In Shadow and I learned that she was from Kansas and was visiting friends in Fort Lauderdale. Her name was Nancy Pickard. Since there wasn’t any internet or email in those days, we traded phone numbers.

This was the beginning of a friendship that has endured 25 years. When I was pregnant with Megan and feeling uncertain as a 41-year-old woman facing motherhood, Nancy and I and her young son took a walk on the beach and talked about motherhood. We joked that her son and my daughter to be would meet and fall in love and we would finally get to be related. When my first editor died, she was my guiding light about the direction of my writing. When her personal life took a dive, I offered what I could. You get the idea here. We have always been there for each other, as writers, as women, as friends, as people connected at some deeper level. 

Because our spiritual and creative foundations are so similar, we share a common language, a common vision. We have always been spiritual sisters. When we drop into each other’s lives, magic happens, synchronicity abounds. We know that without writers, there would be no publishing industry, no agents, no TV, no movies, nothing. It all begins with storytelling.

Today, I got an email from Nancy about her newest novel – The Scent of Rain and Lightning. It has hit The List, the only list that really matters to writers, the New York Times. It comes in at #19 on the extended list. “It’s only taken 30 years,” she wrote.

Thirty years.  Think about that for a moment. Three decades of typing, of churning out stories. Thirty years and so much inner work, tweaking of beliefs, paying attention to your dreams, interpreting them, taking your cues from those dreams. And, ultimately, it took believing it could happen, that her work was powerful enough to compete. The Scent of Rain and Lightning is proof of a writer at the apex of her talents. The book is magnificent.

The message for the rest of us is simple. It all begins with belief.If you don’t believe in yourself, in your skills and talents, no one else will believe, either. It may not be as simple as the law of attraction, but that’s a great place to start.

Way to go, Nancita! No one deserves it more.

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The Art of Dreaming

Posted on May 12, 2010 by Trish and Rob

A few days after posting the UFO radio encounter tale, I wondered if I’d already posted all my most unusual experiences here. It occurred to me that there might others that I couldn’t think of and that later they would come to mind. Sure enough, after reading a post on out-of-body experiences by Marcus Anthony on his fascinating blog, an exotic dream experience came to mind. So here it is.
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It seems there’s a fine line between OBEs (the sense of leaving your body) and lucid dreaming (the feeling of being completely awake in a dream). I guess my few experiences have been the latter, since I don’t have any recollection of lifting out of my body and flying off. Instead, I’m wide awake, but aware that I’m dreaming, and I’m fully in control of my faculties.

However, the experience is so thrilling that within seconds I zip right back into bed. Yet, even though the experience was brief, I feel very elated for days. However, I do recall one longer experience. I found myself wide awake in the desert with a group of people who were involved here with a famous person. We were sitting in a circle. It was night and we were around a fire. Either my awareness was just tuning into the part of me involved in this adventure that had been going on for some time, or I had suddenly appeared in this group. I’m thinking the latter might be the case. So I was somewhat of an intruder. It was a group that was working with Carlos Castaneda in the dream state.

For some reason, I questioned something Castaneda said. It seemed to me there was no room for independent thinking. He took it as a criticism and immediately confronted me and rudely kicked me out of the group. I still recall his scornfully comment as he banished me: “You are stuck in eleventh dimension kindergarten.”

With that, I woke up in my bed and was confused about why I was at home and not in the desert any more. It took a few moments before I realized that I had been dreaming. I had read all of Castaneda’s books at that point, and couldn’t recall him saying much, if anything, about dreaming. He usually just walked with his mentor don Juan, or one of the other brujos, into an alternate reality. So I found it interesting that in my lucid dream he was dealing with dreaming.

Several weeks later, I was attending the American Booksellers Association (now called Book Expo) where publishers display books that will be published in coming months. I was walking down an aisle in the huge auditorium when I stopped in my tracks. Directly in front of me was a poster for an upcoming Castaneda book. It was called: Being in Dreaming. Of course for me, that was a startling synchronicity.

Up to that point, I’d had a pretty positive image of Castaneda and thought of him as a very unusual person, and a sympathetic character. Much latter, after his death, I learned that the way he acted toward me was typical behavior on his part. In other words, you were with him all the way, or you were out. He could act very much like the ‘little tyrants’ he made fun of in his early books.

My experience wasn’t real in the normal sense, but it was an alternate reality.

I began the post by wondering if I was out of stories. But even now, as I wrote this post, another related experience came to mind. That is, my encounters over a couple of years with one of Castaneda’s exiled brujas, who has written a couple of books on her own experiences. So later on, I might delve into the strange story of the inimitable Merilyn Tunneshende.
Rob

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A Simple Remedy for the Oil Spill?

Posted on May 11, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Thanks to Musing Egret for alerting us to this youtube video.  She got it from here. As she said, have the BP execs seen this?

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Forecast for Hurricane Season 2010

Posted on May 11, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Every spring, two men at Colorado State University make their forecast for the hurricane season, which begins June 1 and ends November 30. This year, William Gray and Philip Klotzbach are calling for 15 named storms of at least tropical storm strength – winds between 39 and 73 miles per hour. Of these, they’re forecasting that eight become hurricanes – winds of 74 miles per hour or higher – and four becoming Category 3 storms or higher, with sustained winds of 111-130 miles per hour. They’re forecasting a 69 percent chance that a major hurricane will make landfall somewhere on the U.S. coast.The historical average is 52 percent. They gave a 45 percent chance that a major hurricane will make landfall on the U.S. East coast, including the Florida peninsula. The historical average is 31 percent.
 So how did their predictions for the 2009 season pan out? Not so good. They called for 14 named storms – there were 9. They said that at least 7 would become hurricanes – there were 3. They said  3 would become major hurricanes, and there were 2.

So what are your predictions?  Can planetary empaths predict hurricanes with more accuracy?
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Yesterday’s post  on numbers triggered a lot of questions. Since Connie doesn’t have a blog yet, here’s her email address for anyone who would like more insight on repetitive numbers they’re experiencing.
mathmajik3322@comcast.net

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Beam me up, Jim

Posted on May 10, 2010 by Trish and Rob

We’ve previously written about Johnny B. Goode, who has been bad, and about Robin Hood, who was arrested for stealing multiple caps. Now comes Jim Beam, who had a bit too much to drink. Here’s the story, which originally came from KCRA.com
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A parolee named Jim Beam was arrested at Sacramento City College on suspicion of being drunk in public and under the influence of narcotics, police said.

Seriously. In addition to having a name that matches a well-known brand of Kentucky bourbon, 61-year-old Beam has also been known to go by the name John Wayne and other aliases, according to jail records.
A police report said Beam was arrested at about 6 p.m. Monday by Los Rios Community College District police after an officer spotted him apparently intoxicated near Hughes Stadium on the City College campus.
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UPDATE on 11s, from a numerologist

Posted on May 9, 2010 by Trish and Rob

 from Soul Cards

As we discussed in a post on April 22, Jung considered numbers to be archetypes. He theorized that when clusters of numbers kept appearing in a person’s life, it meant the archetype of that number had become active in an individual’s psyche.

So we asked our friend, Connie Cannon, a numerologist whom we’ve written about in the planetary empaths posts,to provide some insights.
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There is enormous synchronicity in numbers and in combinations of numbers, especially when they appear in pairs – 11-11, 22-22, 33-33 etc.

They are never, ever meaningless. Each of us comes into a given lifetime within a mathematical matrix that has been designed by our higher selves on the soul level, and our lives follow the directives of that mathematical matrix. There is absolutely nothing….NOTHING…. in our individual lives that cannot be found within the blueprint, if we know where to look.

The master frequencies represented by dual numbers such as 11, 22, 33, 44, etc., always carry heavy-duty, often occult- hidden – meanings for us, and when they appear repetitively in our lives, they are speaking to us. All numbers are representative of frequencies, but those master numbers are universally critical, and that is the reason so many events and incidents of impact occur under the influence of those frequencies. It is not coincidental.

The phrase, AS ABOVE, SO BELOW is manifested in universal frequencies as a mathematical constant. Using the frequency 11 as a single example, the name JESUS resonates to 11, and the name LUCIFER resonates to 11. This is not a happenstance. It is a mathematical fact that is across the board in each and every aspect of the universe.

Generally speaking, I have been able to determine that when we have a master frequency appearing in duality, as in 11-11, it is somehow referencing its two-fold nature. We have only ten number factors in our universe, which are 0 through 9, but there are myriad combinations of those number factors, none of which is without dual interpretations. AS ABOVE, SO BELOW. We simply must learn how to untangle the matrix in order to see the meanings. Fascinating, because it offers insights we cannot otherwise access.

Here are general definitions of the combinations:

11 is the master frequency of inspirational sensitivity and intuition.

22 is the master frequency of bringing inspiration and intuition into its physical manifestation, in whatever material form that may be.

33 is the master frequency of selfless giving….of teaching and sharing the end results of the two previous frequencies, on the cosmic as opposed to the personal level.

44 is a master number “unto itself”.  It is inter-changeable with the frequency 26, and carries the root number “8”, which is the frequency of God.  8 is the single most powerful frequency in our universal number system.  As well as being the frequency of GOD, it is also the frequency of karma and of cancer.

The easiest thing to consider about the oft-experienced 11-11 is that it is actually 22, which indicates something somewhere very important is being manifested into material form.  When the 11 stands alone, it remains non-corporeal, but when it stands beside its twin, as in 11-11, it has become three-dimensional.  Does this make sense to you?

The most essential point to understand is that each of these master frequencies is much more powerful in their expressions than in their lower root frequencies and must be addressed accordingly, whether they are expressing their positive or negative characteristics…..dependent upon the circumstances in which they appear.

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Happy Mother’s Day

Posted on May 9, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Paul Klee’s Mother & Child

Gypsy sent me this image for mother’s day, so I’m posting it for all the other moms out there.

Happy Mother’s Day!

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The Trickster and the Oil Rig

Posted on May 9, 2010 by Trish and Rob

The trickster is a classic Jungian archetype, embodied in characters like Smeagol from Lord of the Rings. A trickster synchronicity usually reveals itself with a twisted humor or a wry irony that makes you feel like you’re the brunt of the universe’s joke. It appears that the explosion of the oil rig in the gulf has a trickster element to it.

As oil continues to spew in the gulf, more details are emerging about what happened.  A bubble of methane gas is now blamed for the explosion. It apparently escaped from the well, traveled up the drill column. As it traveled, it expanded and blew through seals and barriers before it exploded. These details have emerged from interviews with survivors.

Now here’s the trickster part of this story and it’s truly bizarre.  While the well was being converted from an exploration well to a production well, the process that enabled the methane bubble to travel up the drill column, BP execs were on the rig, toasting their safety record. They were injured but managed to get to the life boats and escape.

It was as if the trickster was saying, What? You’re toasting your safety record?  Well, we’ll see about that, boys.

Perhaps it’s time for the administration to read Carl Jung.

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First Crop Circle of 2010

Posted on May 8, 2010 by Trish and Rob

I’m not sure where crop circles fall in the synchronicity scheme of things. Sometimes, the interpretations of the images they create seem to coincide with external events in a way that could be termed synchronicity. But as a phenomenon, they are infinitely mysterious, manifestations of something no one really understands, despite the various theories about who or what creates them and what they may mean. At any rate, this one is the first of 2010.
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The first crop circle of 2010 measures 180 feet in diameter. According to crop circle connector, it formed in southern Wiltshire, just below the Hill Fort Old Sarum in Hampshire. From the Daily Mail UK: “Old Sarum was a mighty Iron Age hill fort which became the site of the first Salisbury cathedral. Chosen because of its strategic importance, it was where two trade routes and the River Avon meet.The Romans installed a garrison in the river valley below the site which was named Sorviodunum. Under the Anglo Saxons it ranked among the most considerable towns of the West Kingdom before the Normans arrived and built a castle there in 1069. The construction of the cathedral began in 1075 and it was nearly 200 years later that the second cathedral that stands today was built.”

 According to crop circle connector, this crop circle lies on a ley line “which has an alignment with Stonehenge, and cuts the nearside edge of the inner banks of the fortified encampment of Old Sarum.”
Ley lines are supposedly grids of energy that crisscross the planet. The spots where these lines intersect are thought to be imbued with mystical energy. Many ancient structures were built along these lines. They were first written about by Alfred Watkins, an amateur archeologist,  in his book The Old Straight Track.  Crop circles remain one of the most intriguing enigmas on the third rock from the sun.

 
The ley line grid across the planet

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