The Grasshopper

Posted on September 13, 2009 by Trish and Rob

This story is another one of those quirky synchronicities we all recognize as odd, but it’s anyone’s guess what the deeper meaning is. Maybe it’s just to illustrate how like attracts like! It’s from Mysteries of the Unexplained, but a Google search on Graham Sutherland, the artist mentioned in the story, indicates tat the story is nearly as well known as the various participants.

British novelist J.B. Priestly told this story to writer Arthur Koestler in a letter he wrote in February 1972.

Priestley’s wife – British archaeologist Jacquette Hawkes – had bought three large lithographs by Graham Sutherland that she took up to the bedroom to hang the next morning. As Priestly explained in his letter to Koestler: “They were leaning against a chair and the one on the outside, facing the room, was a lithograph of a grasshopper. When Jacquetta got into bed that night, she felt some sort of twittering movement going on.”

So of course she does what anyone would do: got up and pulled back the covers. And there was a grasshopper. In the bed. “No grasshopper has been seen since. No grasshopper has been seen at any other time in this house.”

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ESPERANZA

Posted on September 12, 2009 by Trish and Rob


Esperanza
12″ Tall

A while back, I went looking for a photo of a message in a bottle for the post by the same name. I came across a website that sells them and clicked on a pretty picture with a message in a bottle, selling for $63.95.

It’s called Esperanza – the name of my new novel that will be published by TOR Books!
– Trish

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Tangled Web

Posted on September 12, 2009 by Trish and Rob

Recently, I ordered a book on-line, actually one of my own novels, SPAWN, that was missing from my bookshelves. A couple of weeks passed and no book arrived. Then an e-mail came from the sender saying that the book was shipped to the wrong person, who was sending it to me.

Meanwhile, I was supposed to send Who Wants Arthur to the person who got SPAWN. Except, I didn’t really know who wanted Arthur, since the email lacked a mailing address for the book. Besides that, the Arthur book didn’t arrive in our mail, either. Instead, we found another un-ordered book. The Brain that Changes Itself. And who was waiting for that book?

The company agreed to pay shipping via Pay Pal and give us a $25 gift certificate for the confusion. Meanwhile, SPAWN arrived, but it was the YA version. I’d wanted to longer adult version. Oh, well. What was the name of the company involved in this mess? Tangled Web Books!

Kid you not.
Rob

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The 2 Pollacks

Posted on September 11, 2009 by Trish and Rob

This story come from Richard Arrowsmith. He a 29-old father of three who lives in the highlands of Scotland, in the northernmost part of Britain in an areas called Caithness. He works as a web developer for a local IT company and has been interested in synchronicity for about four years. He recently started a blog on the topic- black dog star.
Last weekend my dad phoned me to invite my two daughters, aged 6 and 11, to go fishing with him. They hadn’t been fishing with their granddad in over a year so they both readily agreed. While they were preparing to leave it dawned on me that I hadn’t been fishing with my dad in a long long time. I had a good feeling about the occasion so with nothing better to do that evening I decided, on a whim, to join them on their fishing expedition.

My dad picked us up in his car and we drove the 10 minute journey towards the harbor. When we arrived we carried our rods and backpack along the rugged coastline until we came to some suitable rocks which were being hammered by the pounding waves. The conditions were quite fierce but having made the trek we set up the rods and carefully started casting our lines out into the writhing ocean.

As the evening progressed my daughters were delighted at their own good fortune as they pulled in a small Mackeral nearly every single time. Meanwhile I stood there without a single bite. Not even a nibble. They must have caught about 7-8 fish between them when we started talking about packing things up. The wind was picking up, the heavy clouds overhead were darkening and it felt like it was time to head home. Despite having caught nothing at all it had been fun.
So I cast out one final time, quietly confident that this time lady luck would shine on me, when I suddenly felt a sharp tug on the line. With the rod bending to the point where I thought it might snap I reeled in what I could only describe as ‘ a whopper’. From out of the black seaweed emerged the largest catch of the night. I wasn’t sure what type of fish it was so my dad informed me that I’d just landed an average sized Pollock.

We’d thrown the smaller Mackeral back into the ocean but we quickly decided that we’d take this one home with us. It was destined for the frying pan. The kids thought it was a great idea so we headed back to the car in high spirits, the short adventure having ended on a good note. As we drove away from the harbor I gave a silent thank-you to the ocean for the gift I’d received that memorable evening.

At home we gutted the fish, fried it, and shared it around, my dog and three cats enjoying the scraps. This was the first time I’d ever eaten Pollock, the first time in about 10 years that I’d ever caught a fish, and the first time I’d ever eaten something I’d caught by my own fair hand. This wasn’t something that happened everyday.

The night wound down and with the children in bed I turned on the computer. I decided to check my email and as the program opened I noticed I’d received one new message. I couldn’t believe it when I read that the name, highlighted in bold, was Iain Pollock. The synchronicity made my jaw drop open in puzzled amazement.

Iain Pollock is an old friend who I haven’t seen, or spoken to, in over three years. We used to be work colleagues but when I moved to another job we simply lost touch with one another. The email from Iain Pollock came completely unannounced and the fact that he decided to resume contact on the very same evening I caught and ate my first ever Pollock makes my mind boggle.

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Name Synchronicity

Posted on September 10, 2009 by Trish and Rob


Many family names came into being as a result of an ancestor’s occupation. If you’re a Baker, Barber, Smith, Mason, or Carpenter, maybe a distant relative was a craftsman. But you probably don’t have much interest in that particular career.

There’s one woman, however, who was born with the name Savant who grew up to be the premier savant.

Marilyn vos Savant was born to German immigrants in St. Louis, Missouri. Her father was Joseph Mach, her mother Marina vos Savant and she apparently believes that women should keep their premarital surnames for life, with daughters taking their mothers’ names. She write the Ask Marilyn column Parade.

The synchronicity? She’s considered to have the highest I.Q. in the world, with an entry to that affect in the Guiness Book of World Records between 1986-1989. Her I.Q.? 228. A savant is an individual with astonishing mental abilities, a genius.

Fortunately, for Marilyn, her middle name isn’t Idiot.

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9-09-09

Posted on September 9, 2009 by Trish and Rob

We can’t forget about the numerological oddity – and the possible significance – of today’s date. We won’t see a date like this, with similar numbers for day, month, and year until 01-01-2101.

Besides the fact that Sept. 9 adds to a 9: 9+9=18=9, it’s also the 252nd day of the year. Let’s see: 2+5+2=9.

So click onto 9-09-09 and see for yourself.
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It’s also the opening day of the World Mysteries Conference in Tempe, Arizona featuring Mayan Calendar expert and shaman
Hunbatz Men.

Thank you, Dale Dassel, (WhipWarrior) for the links.
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Strange little UPDATE:
Jose Flores,44, hijacked Aeromexico Flight 576, Wednesday in Cancun, Mexico after a divine revelation, according to Public Safety Secretary Genaro Garcia Luna. Flores said that Wednesday, 9-9-09, is the satanic number 666 turned upside down. Speaking to reporters after he was detained, he said he took control of the aircraft with “a juice can with some little lights I attached.” He also carried a bible. The plane landed safely in Mexico City where Flores was arrested. (Note that the flight number adds up to a 9.)

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Imaginary Friends?

Posted on September 9, 2009 by Trish and Rob

photo from www.ghost-mysteries.com

Any parent with an imaginative child has probably gone through the “imaginary friend” period.

This one was actually a comment under one of our posts. It comes from Intuitive Girl. We asked her if we could use it and she said sure.
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When I was about five years old, I had what I thought was an imaginary friend, named Bobby. I would stop and wait for Bobby, hold conversations with Bobby. I outgrew this behavior and several years later, a woman came by the house and told my mother that she and her husband were the house’s first owners. She asked if she could come in and my mom said yes. She told my mom that she and her husband had moved after their five-year-old son, Bobby, had drowned in the bathtub. I don’t remember the Bobby encounters now, but this story is at least a synchronicity, maybe more.
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Our daughter had an imaginary friend named Darla.
Now we wonder!

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The Sounds of Synchronicity

Posted on September 8, 2009 by Trish and Rob


Here is a very interesting synchronicity that relates to sound that come from Isabelle Rajotte of Montreal. She speaks very little English so I have edited her words. But to get the direct experience of her sound work, you can click onto the attached videos.
Rob
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I work with sounds…some would say I am a sound healer. I began experimenting with wordless vocals when I was only three years old. This work has evolved over the years and sometimes it has become quite particular.

One day I was in a bookstore in Orlean, Massachusetts, because the owner had asked me to sing for her and her niece. I asked them if they where ready for the energetical work, because I channel a powerful healing archetype.

I started a frequencies chant and my voice went into an Asian vocal melody. So while I’m chanting in the bookstore, the door opens and a little Asian girl–Chinese or Vietnamese–walks in. She is an angel with red lips and cheeks and long black hair, a rare beauty, 9 or 10 years old. Her parents follow and they are white Americans, who adopted the girl.

Afterwards, when I was talking to Elaine, the owner of the store, I told her that I know it sounds crazy, but one of the archetypes I channel is Shiva, the Hindu god. She responded that it didn’t sound crazy to her at all. Then, about thirty minutes later, a couple walked into the store and I noticed a strange thing hanging on the neck of the man. It seemed too big and gaudy. Elaine immediately asked the man what was on his neck, and the man answered that he got it in India, that it was a Shiva amulet.
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Synchronicity.

Isabella’s sound waves

Isabella’s impro

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Wink in the Cosmos

Posted on September 7, 2009 by Trish and Rob

Here are a couple of humorous trickster-type synchronicities that appeared in an article called, “A Wink from the Cosmos,” that was published in the May 1996 edition of Intuition Magazine.

Earl was trying to track down an out-of-print book called The Adventures of Marco Polo. He scoured two used book stores in New York City, had no success, and caught a taxi to a third. The cab driver was unusually chatty, and during their conversation, Earl glanced at his license on the dashboard. His name? Marco Polo!

Art was sitting at his computer typing an e-mail missive when his cat Coal jumped from his lap onto the keyboard. Before Art’s startled eyes, as the cat shifted from key to key, its paws tapped out the word emerson on the screen. “To make it even weirder, I’ve been studying Ralph Waldo Emerson intently for the past year, and the study has taken on a very symbolic meaning to me,” he says, still in shock. “My wife was sitting next to me at the computer, and if I’m sent away for being crazy, she has to go, too!”

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UPDATE: Here’s another little wink. Apparently, when this post came up this morning, the type was black, so a black screen appeared – a black out. We didn’t know that because before we were able to go on-line and check the blog, well, we had a black out. The electricity went out for an hour or so.

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Babalu

Posted on September 6, 2009 by Trish and Rob


Here’s a synchronicity story from Dave Malcolm, the former AUTEC engineer who has previously contributed. He notes that sometimes he’s disturbed by synchronicities because they tend to occur whenever he’s worried about a loved one. But fortunately his worst fears have never manifested after the synchronicity. “I’ve always been wrong I am happy to say.”

In any case here’s his story.
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As a network engineer I am frequently on global conference calls as I was at 4AM on a recent Saturday. While we talk on the conference many of us send instant text messages making comments about participants and have nicknames for lots of our colleagues.

Our man from Cuba got on and while I recognized him, some didn’t. So I texted that it’s Babalu, a reference to Ricky Ricardo from the “I Love Lucy show”.

Later that night, my grandchildren and I watched The Cable Guy, a movie we have all seen. No one really wanted to see it again, but there was nothing else on. At the end of the movie when an injured Jim Carey was asked his name, he replied, Babalu.

Now if I could just see those Mega Million numbers the morning of the next drawing.
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Ricky Ricardo sang a song called Babalu, a name that refers to the Afro-Cuban orisha (or god) Babalu Aye, also known in Brazil as Obalu Aye. He is known as the deity associated with illness, disease, insanity, aging and death, but is also the deity that cures same. He is appeased on the earth, and cool water is one of the mainstays of his appeasement.
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Although I don’t know the circumstances of Dave’s concerns, his worries about a family member could be reflected not only in the synchronicity itself, but also in the particular deity within the synchronicity.

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