Body Speak, Politics, and Trump

Posted on September 30, 2016 by Trish and Rob

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Forget his silly rhetoric. Forget what he says. Read his body language, his appearance, his expressions.

First, there’s the orange hair, combed weirdly forward so that it always looks disheveled, strange, unnatural.  Is it the result of follicle implants? Or does he comb it that way to cover bald spots? Does anyone around him ever tell him he should fix the hair?

 “Uh, Dad, you should maybe let it go gray and natural.”

 “Uh, honey, it’s looking a bit odd.”

 Or, from a trusted advisor: “Uh, dude, you need to do something about the hair.”

Trusted advisor is then fired. It’s not as easy to fire one of your kids or your wife or mistress, so Trump just ignores them and continues to do his hair thing. This is the guy, after all, who during the divorce proceedings from his first wife invoked the fifth amendment 97 times out of a 100 questions about whether he’d been faithful to her. I think he’s claiming the fifth amendment about his hair.

Then there’s the color of his face, this perpetual sunburn from a tanning salon.  I mean, hey, we know he can’t be basking on a beach in Florida, so it’s got to be the result of a salon or sun lamps or aliens with really bright, hot lights aimed at his face.

Third item: his mouth. It purses and scowls frequently, the lips sculpting themselves into various weird shapes and designs. It often reaches a point with this mouth where I wish it were in front of me so I could grab it, stretch it, sculpt it into some semblance of a genuine human smile. Not going to happen. This mouth spouts so many lies and so much shit that when it’s resting, it’s perpetually turned down, like a sad face emoticon.

Now, the fourth item in this body language scan: his hands. He claims his only exercise comes from the movement of his hands. Stubby thumb and forefinger rising into the air, forming a nearly perfect ninety degree angle to each other as that pursing mouth announces that he’ll make America great again.

Yeah, okay, orange dude with weird hair. And you say you really want to be president? Well, president of what? The U.S.? Seriously? You’re better suited as prez of the local dog catcher unit. No, on second thought, that would be an insult to dogs, who are way smarter than you.

The other night, when we were watching Trump  debate Clinton, our dogs actually jumped down from the couch and left the room. They understood that hate is what fuels you, feeds you, propels you forward in your weird reality bubble.

Oh please, Mr. Orange Man With Weird Hair and Hand Gestures, just go away, okay?   Four years of you would do us in as a country, a nation, a collective consciousness that strives to move forward, to move beyond racism, misogyny, zero respect for women, and all the other Neanderthal beliefs you represent. Even the dogs recognize you as worse than Romney, who kept his dog in a crate on top of his car during a trip north. Worse than W Bush who got us embroiled in the Mideast. Even the dogs can’t stand to see you on TV, can’t stand to hear you speak, can’t tolerate your lies.

Unfortunately, dogs can’t vote. But we humans can.

No, Clinton isn’t perfect. Clinton isn’t clean. Clinton doesn’t have the youth vote. But she has my vote because she’s smart and experienced and the alternative is just too gross and depressing to even ponder. I thought W was awful. But you?? There are no adjectives in the English language that can possibly describe the horrors and the damage that you could inflict on the world in just four years.

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What Makes a Good Psychic?

Posted on September 29, 2016 by Trish and Rob

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My first psychic reading was during my freshman year in college. A friend told me about a tea leaf reader in town, an Italian woman named Rosa with whom she’d had a reading, and suggested we go see her. I was intrigued and said sure, of course, when?

Rosa introduced me to an entirely new world – a place where people with certain abilities could read you inside out, backward and forward, past, present, future. And she did it with nothing more than the patterns formed on the inside walls of a teacup. Those patterns were her focus. Many of the things she told me unfolded well beyond college and into my later years.

In the decades since, I’ve sampled numerous psychics with varied alleged talents. Psychometrists, clairvoyants, card readers, astrologers, remote viewers, palm readers, mediums, numerologists, clairaudients, precognitives. Yeah, it sounds nutty. But I’m fascinated by the process various types of psychics use to do what they do, and how their particular cultures influence that process. Cuban santeros work differently than Guatemalan seers or Chilean clairvoyants. In nearly every country we’ve visited, I’ve sampled a psychic somewhere in that country.

Some of the psychics with whom I’ve had readings over the years were incredible, the real deal, people whose ability was larger than life. What they said resonated. What they predicted panned out – not 100 percent, no psychic is 100 percent – but close enough so their ability earned my quirky five star rating. Other psychics were mediocre, and some were flat-out awful.

With the awfuls, my criteria is simple. Tell me something in 15 minutes that resonates within my own intuitive intelligence, something I can’t read for myself in astrology or the tarot, which I’ve studied and used for decades. Tell me something that is beyond my capacity to see for myself.

So here are my suggestions for the next time you seek out a psychic:

    If possible, go to someone recommended by a friend whose opinion you trust.

  1. Have your questions in mind. Write them down before you get the reading. At the end of the reading, see how many of the questions the psychic hit. The really good psychics don’t need to hear your questions; they hit them because they pick up on the energy of the questions.
  1. Be open and receptive during the reading. If the reading is in person, don’t sit there with your arms crossed against your chest, your energy field shut down, your defense mechanism in full mode. No one – not even Nostradamus!- can get through that kind of defense system.
  1. Don’t provide information about yourself unless the psychic asks if something he or she said resonates for you. Sometimes, especially with mediums, the psychic needs to know if he/she is picking up on your energy field or that of someone in your environment.
  1. The really good mediums often offer something within the first few minutes of a reading that captures your attention, that tells you that yes, they’re tuning in on you, your life, on people you love who have died. Whose the bald old man who was a really good chess player? Whose the beautiful woman who was community-minded? I see a child who never reached physical life, a miscarriage, a middle sibling…. Like that. The really good mediums are tuned in to those kinds of details.

 In 1992, I had one of the best readings ever, from Millie Gemondo, who had been recommended by our long-time accountant, a skeptic who happened to be from the same West Virginia town. Our reading took place on the same day that Hurricane Andrew was headed to South Florida. Hurricane warnings had gone up along the South Florida coast. Our hurricane shutters were up, we had our supplies, we were hunkered down. And Millie said that Andrew wouldn’t touch us, but would obliterate a town well to the south of us. And that’s exactly what happened. We had what amounted to a thunderstorm and Homestead, a hundred miles south of us, was obliterated.

That night, Millie also told me I would end up with a new publisher and a new agent, and both came to pass within the time frame she had seen. Specifics. For someone who is paying for a reading, specifics are vital. Give me something to chew on, record, jot down. If you call yourself a medium or a psychic or something else, you should be able to give your client more than generalities that he or she might hear at a carnival: long life, love, prosperity.

A Canadian psychic who had been recommended by a friend came to our house at some point in the 1990s and read for my friend and co-author, Phyllis Vega (of Power Tarot) and told her that her husband would die within 5 years, that her son-in-law would die within 7 years, and that, she said, was the end of the reading. Both events transpired as predicted, but c’mon, couldn’t this info have been communicated in a gentler, more humane way?

If I come to you for a reading and pay you for telling me something about my life that I don’t know and can’t uncover through my own abilities, then please give me more than hand gestures and vague BS about finding a new path in life. Please give me specifics. I’m easy to read, I’m an open book, I’m eager to hear whatever you have to say. I don’t hurl up walls.

I understand that some psychics are nervous about their ability, but I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, to engage you in conversation outside of the reading. Who are you in the privacy of your own being? In my experience, here are my recommendations. A Google search of these folks usually yields  websites and contact info, but when it doesn’t, email us and we’ll provide the info:

Millie Gemondo- psychic & medium

Connie Cannon-psychic

Kathy Adams- psychometrist

Jane Clifford – healer, psychic

Hazel West Burley- medium

Natalie Thomas- medium

Meg Stokes – medium, psychic

Tony Grosso –he has since passed.

Whitley Strieber– doesn’t do readings but is the most knowledgeable person on the planet about ET interaction/encounters

Carol Bowman – your best resource for past life regressions, 

Renie Wiley – she has passed, but is probably available in the afterlife for readings!

Adele Aldridge for the I Ching

Mike Perry – great resource on synchronicity

Daz- another good resource on synchronicity

Phyllis Vega – tarot

Dennie Gooding – psychic

 

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Astrology and the 2016 Presidential Election

Posted on September 27, 2016 by Trish and Rob

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Part of the problem with predicting this election is that Clinton’s birth time isn’t known. Some astrologers have her time of birth as 8:02 am, others have it as 8 pm.

So I erected two charts – one for election day (ABOVE), set at 9 PM ET when the polls close, and the other for the day that the sun entered Aries, the first sign of the zodiac – March 20, 2016, 12:30:08 am EDT, Washington, DC. The sun’s entry into the first minute of the first sign represents the start of the astrological new year and generally predicts events for that location.

The election day chart has the moon and Neptune (trident symbol) both in Pisces separated by about 7 degrees. This could indicate some confusion about the results. Fortunately, Mercury isn’t retrograde or about to change direction, as it was on election day in 2000.

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In the Aries ingress chart(above)  the party in power is represented by the 10th house. It has Virgo on the cusp and Virgo is ruled by Mercury, which is at 26 degrees Pisces in the 4th house. The challenging party is represented by the 4th house, which has Pisces on the cusp. Its ruler is Jupiter, because only traditional rulers are used.

Since the ruler of the 4th house – Jupiter – is found in the 10th house, the immediate assumption is that the challenging party – the Republicans – win. However, Jupiter squares Saturn – forms a challenging 90 degree angle to it – but is said to receive Saturn because Saturn is in Sagittarius, the sign that Jupiter rules. Also, Jupiter is retrograde, moving away from the cusp of the tenth house, suggesting that the Republicans may come close to winning, but don’t quite make it.

Regardless of which Clinton natal chart we use, when we make a biwheel with the election day chart in the outer wheel, the transiting sun is conjuncting her natal Venus, an indicator of happiness, joy, an auspicious time.

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Then there’s Trump’s chart on election day.

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His natal Jupiter is at 17 degrees Libra, in his second house of money and personal values. Transiting Jupiter is at 12 degrees Libra. Trump is entering what’s called a Jupiter return, when Jupiter returns to the position it was when you were born. It happens about every 12 years and his becomes exact in early December. A Jupiter return is always fortunate. New opportunities land in your lap, you get married, land the dream job, travel overseas, luck is your middle name. This Jupiter return doesn’t necessarily promise that Trump wins the election, but it certainly promises that even if he loses, he’ll be able to capitalize big time on all the publicity and exposure he has gotten.

The most recent issue of Mountain Astrologer has a great article on the election by Nina Gryphon. She has studied ingress charts for presidential elections dating back to the 19th century. Her take? The democrats keep the White House in 2016 and if she’s right, then the Republicans take the White House in 2020.

 

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The Hoot-Hoot on UFOs

Posted on September 25, 2016 by Trish and Rob

owls 394200_341555889271474_154417409_nWe haven’t heard much from our fellow blogger Mike McClelland (no relation to Clark) since his book was published, but we did recently stumble across this interesting review of  The Messengers: Owls, Synchronicity and the UFO Abductee. It appeared in a Portuguese-language web site mysteriously called, FBI Controle CIA, which translates to FBI Controls (or Monitors) CIA. At least, we think that’s what it means. Fortunately, for multi-lingual deprived English speakers, the review is conveniently in English.

Curiously, the review begins with the reviewer quoting himself from a blurb he wrote for the book cover. Well, we suspect right away that this will be a sympathetic discussion of the book, and the reviewer will probably not be attacked by a crazed owl for his effort.

Here is what he says:

“I get a strong sense that Mike was guided to write this by the UFO intelligence and I think the reader will get that. This is the first time I have seen this level of both a book and its author being inextricably linked to the phenomenon itself since Strieber and Communion. Communion was clearly more than just a book; I believe the phenomenon intended it to be written, published, and read on a large scale. I think Mike’s book is another example of this.”

We haven’t read the book yet, but we’re sure the 400-page tome covers the topic well and in great depth. We know Mike has had his share of strange owl-alien encounters, which puts him in the middle of the complex story. We’ve written about his experiences here on the blog and in Aliens in the Backyard.

When it comes to connecting animals to aliens, the standard link – if you can call it that – is cattle mutilations, aka mutes. Mike’s advantage in the animal-alien realm is that, unlike the mutes, a topic that has produced at least a dozen or so books over the years, his book seems to have a corner on the owl-alien market. It probably will also be better accepted by the UFO enthusiasts/researchers who have tried to distance themselves from the disturbing idea that aliens come here to carve up cattle eyeballs, tongues and anuses.

Good luck, Mike! A few days after I wrote this post, we received an e-mail from Mike  inquiring about the mysterious process of producing, distributing and selling audio editions of books. That made my first sentence in the post inaccurate, but it also created a synchronicity of sorts. In other words, he responded to my initial comment before he saw it.

 

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Climate Change

Posted on September 23, 2016 by Trish and Rob

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My family moved from Caracas, Venezuela to South Florida in November 1963, the same year that Kennedy was assassinated. I was in boarding school in Massachusetts when that move took place, and spent my first Christmas in the U.S. that December. I hated it, hated that I didn’t have a chance to say a proper good-bye to Venezuela, the place where I had lived for nearly 17 years.

In the years since, my relationship with this state has morphed from disdain to love. Florida is home. It has been the setting for most of my novels. I love this state’s diversity. I love the fact that I can drive through some cities and neighborhoods and never hear a word of English. I love its access to the Bahamas, the Caribbean, South America.

When my parents moved to Boca Raton in 1963, the town consisted of three stoplights. As of 2013, Boca’s population was nearly 90,000. In 1963, there were still mangroves in the Intracoastal canal – my parents lived across the canal from one of them. Mangroves still existed along the South Florida coast. These wild thickets that survive in briny water are natural buffers against hurricanes and the erosion of the beaches.

Today, most of the mangroves are found in the ever shrinking Everglades. With the Atlantic coast buried in high rises and asphalt, construction has moved farther and farther west, encroaching on the Everglades. Our town, Wellington, used to be part of that wilderness. Melaleuca trees were brought in to soak up the water, canals were built were built to manage the water levels, dirt was brought in to elevate the land.   Welcome to suburbia.

When we first moved here 16 years ago, Rob and I would spot foxes on our bike rides. We would hear the disturbing roar of alligators mating every spring. Because we’re so close to the Everglades, we were treated to some of its wildlife. But not anymore.

In 2012, a band of violent weather from Hurricane Isaac stalled over our area for several days and the rain was so extreme our neighborhood flooded. The drainage systems couldn’t get rid of the excessive water fast enough.   The water rose through our yard, almost to our front door. We were stuck in the house for two days.

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In Miami Beach, it doesn’t even have to rain for this happen. It just has to be high tide.

When my family moved here, the hottest months were June to September or October; we could count on beautiful weather the rest of the time and that meant temperate nights and no air conditioning. In 2015, March, April, and May were the hottest ever recorded in South Florida since the late 1800s, when such records were started. 2016 has already set heat records here and may go on record as the hottest year ever.

If the Arctic continues to melt, as it’s doing at a much faster rate than scientists predicted, most of South Florida can expect to joint the ranks of Atlantis. The middle of the state may fare better. Orlando is 82 feet above sea level. Gainesville, where the University of Florida is located, is 151 feet above sea level. These areas may survive the encroachment of the oceans as islands.

Several years ago, I started a Mira Morales novel where her husband, Wayne Sheppard, was flying a small plane back to Tango Key from Homestead, and got caught in a violent storm. He subsequently ended up flying into a future where climate change was a reality. The story depressed me so deeply that I stopped writing it.

Climate change deniers are abundant among U.S. politicians. Trump is one of them. He just can’t imagine Mar del Lago sinking beneath the sea. Former senator Marco Rubio surveys the ruin in the streets of Miami Beach on a sunny day and says the drains have backed up, that’s all.   Florida’s Governor Rick Scott is of the same ilk; he forbade agencies in the state to use the words climate change or global warming.

So, here we are in late September 2016, where our weather forecast reports temps in the 90s, with humidity nearly that high, and a little addition called feels like. And that figure typically falls in the triple digits, usually between 102-105 degrees Fahrenheit.

Time to move? Probably. But if you run from what you fear, does that thing follow you?

 

 

 

 

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Mercury Turns Direct!

Posted on September 22, 2016 by Trish and Rob

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Today, at 1:31 a.m. EDT, Mercury turns direct in Virgo. Finally.

For us, this was a strange Mercury retro. Since Mercury rules my sign, because I’m a Gemini, these periods are usually surreal for me. Weird things happen. Annoying, time-consuming things.

One day, for example, I decided I’d better set up my own Skype account so that I wouldn’t have to tie up Rob’s computer for two radio interviews I’ll be doing for my astrology book, Biggest Book of Horoscopes Ever, scheduled for September 23 and 27, and October 26. This should be a simple process, right? You download the Skype app, pick a name, answer some questions, and voila! There it is, a technological miracle at your fingertips. You can talk to anyone, anywhere in the world, for free.

But that’s not what happened for me. It turned out I already had two Skype accounts (which I apparently set up in 2011 and don’t recall doing) and when I clicked on one of them, all my emails went haywire. Computer, laptop, iPad, phone. It took me three hours to set up Skype and I still don‘t know if it actually works!

Rob and I published books on the same day, September 13. This was actually a synchronicity, not planned, not foreseen. The publication date for The Biggest Horoscope Book Ever had been planned for months by the publisher. The publication date for The Lost Tribe happened to be the date that David Dodd from Crossroad, finished formatting the book and uploaded it to the various websites. Two books in one family, published on the same date, in the middle of a Mercury retrograde – even though we know better.

This wasn’t a retro about cars going haywire. Or screw-ups in travel. It wasn’t the usual stuff where you lose your wallet, your credit cards, your spouse, your pet, your phone…although we did have a phone incident.. This retro was mostly about technology and communication. Like a modem that had to be replaced. And that’s certainly about technology and communication. And I guess the phone story belongs under communication.

Most afternoons when we go to the local dog park with our pooch, Noah, we have our phones with us. On this particular day, several hours after returning from the park, around eight at night, Rob suddenly poked his head in my room. “I think I left my cell at the dog park.”

It’s dark outside, the park closes at dusk. I imagine us having to scale the fence, getting arrested for trespassing…. “I’ll check the location app.” It’s called Find My Phone and it located Rob’s phone in or near the dog park. We weren’t sure. The map doesn’t lend it self to an infinite expansion!

“I think it’s on the picnic table under the trees,” he said.

I hoped so. Because that park was really dark and our flashlight was really puny. While he moved around our usual spots, looking for his phone, I called his number. The first time, it went to voice mail. The second time, a young woman answered and it turned out that yes, she had Rob’s cell. She’d left him a message on Facebook, which he hadn’t seen, and lived about a mile from the park. We were more familiar with her dog than we were with her, picked up the phone, and that was it. This situation, of course, could have turned out much worse – a stolen cell, websites hacked, bank accounts plundered and, because it had rained, a cell phone destroyed.

The fact that none of these things happened left me optimistic. As an astrologer, I know the possible effects of a Mercury retrograde. But as a human being, I’m forever grateful when the worst case scenarios for a Mercury retrograde don’t happen.

What about you all out there? How were your Merc retros?

 

 

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Huntrodd’s Day

Posted on September 20, 2016 by Trish and Rob

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Chances are many of us here did not know that yesterday was Huntrodd’s Day, a celebration of chance and coincidence every Sept. 19. I too was one of the uninformed. But thanks to Professor David Spiegelhalter, creator of the day, now I know. (I actually learned about it from Phil Blackwell at Online Bingo mentioned in the post yesterday.)

David’s title is Winton Professor for the Public Understanding of Risk at Cambridge University. He’s a statistics guy, more into randomness than meaningfulness, and he has amassed an impressive collection of more than 4,000 coincidences as part of the Cambridge Coincidences Project. Good going!

He’s said to be one of the UK’s most respected statisticians and has appeared as an expert on multiple television shows and in 2012 hosted BBC Four documentary, Tails You Win: The Science of Chance. He also has been elected President of the Royal Statistical Society, a position he assumes in January.

Curiously, David says that coincidences “don’t happen to me, as a I am spectacularly unobservant and unfriendly.” Well, he is a statistics guy, after all. Here’s a brief interview I swiped from the OB site.

OB: You describe Huntrodds’ Day as a celebration of chance and coincidence. Why do you think people find coincidences so fascinating?

DS: I think we all find it very difficult to accept things happen for no reason: so when we see a surprising concatenation of events, it provokes an urge to understand ‘why’?

OB: What are your top three tips for people looking to experience more coincidences in their lives?

DS: Be observant and mindful. Talk to strangers. Be curious.

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Unfortunately, OB did not ask David about the origin of the name for the day. So I had to look it up elsewhere. I found the answer appropriately at huntrodds.com.

Francis Huntrodds and his wife Mary, buried together in Whitby, died within five hours of one another on their 80th birthday – their joint 80th birthday. They were both born on September 19th 1600, and both died on September 19th 1680. And, for completeness, got married on September 19th too.

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Animated Synchros

Posted on September 19, 2016 by Trish and Rob

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The other day, I received an email from Phil Blackwell, who said he’d come across the blog while searching for examples of synchronicity and coincidence.

I just wanted to give you the heads up about a new infographic I’ve created which tells the story of the 10 most incredible coincidences in history. It’s illustrated in a vivid flat style and each story is enhanced by a small animation.

 As someone with a passion for the improbable, I think you might enjoy it : )

Let me know if you’d like to check it out.

Cheers,  Phil

So, of course I wanted to check it out. Turns out that Phil is head of content at OnlineBingo.co.uk, and is responsible for creating interesting, original content around the world of bingo, odds, chance and luck. “Our 10 Unlikely Events That Actually Happened infographic celebrates the strangest and most fascinating instances of coincidence and probability, to show that even seemingly impossible things happen every day.” Online Bingo is a bingo review portal, based in St Albans, Hertfordshire.

We’ve written about a couple of these synchros, like the one at the top of this post about the choir that escaped the explosion at their church. Others, like this next one, are new to me.  I love seeing synchronicities illustrated like this and we’ll be posting more of these.

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2 Spirit Communication Stories

Posted on September 17, 2016 by Trish and Rob

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Both of these experiences happened to our friend and fellow writer, Carol Gorman. We recently wrote about her husband, Ed, who is in hospice, and have been exchanging emails about Ed’s condition.

Hi, Trish.

Here are two experiences that changed my life. The first one happened on Christmas Day, 1984. I had recently been diagnosed with MS; I had all the symptoms: spasticity in my legs, blindness in my right eye, the strength in my left arm disappeared after getting into a hot bath, something I can’t spell called “lair-MEETS sign” that sent electrical impulses up my back when I tipped my chin down to my chest. I thought my active life was over, and I was terribly depressed.

Then Ed found a book written by a woman who had MS and had taken a year to travel the world and talk with doctors and scientists who were using diet to treat MS. I starting following the diet designed by a physician in Portland, OR who was getting a 97% success rate with people who started it immediately after diagnosis. So, I now had hope!

I had prayed for a “miracle that I could believe in.” And I was sure this was my miracle. I was driving alone down to Iowa City to spend Christmas with my family.  So I said a prayer to God, saying, “Thank you for the MS, because it brought me closer to you.” All at once, the car was filled with overwhelming love. I actually felt as if spirit was hugging me! It was so similar to the descriptions of people who’ve had NDEs; I felt totally enveloped in love. It was amazing and wonderful, and I couldn’t believe it was happening to me. It only lasted 5-10 seconds, but as I said, it changed my life.

The second one was a little more concrete. I wrote this online; I thought it was one of your blogs, so you might have read it. It happened a few years earlier in my life, about 1981. My son Ben was six. I had recently been divorced from Ben’s dad. My ex’s father had died, and it was the night after his funeral.  Anyway, he and I had never had any closure because my ex and I had split up, and I’d never seen him again.

I used to lie down on the bed with Ben when he went to bed. We’d lie in the dark and talk about his day. So that night, I said, “Let’s say a prayer, and I think Grandpa will hear us and know that we miss him.” So I said the prayer, and immediately after the prayer was over, I saw sparkles of what looked like static electricity in the air. I even heard the pops and crackles. It only last a few seconds and stopped. I wondered if I had imagined it, and I said, “Ben, did you see the lights in here just now?” He said, “What lights?” So I assumed I’d imagined it. I’d never heard of this before.

Fast forward maybe ten years. David Morrell had a book out called FIREFLIES about the death of his 16-year-old son. The night after the funeral, he went into his son’s room and sank down on the bed. And suddenly the room was filled with fireflies, and he heard his son say, “Don’t be sad, Dad. I’m well now, and I can play!” This was so similar to what I experienced–but I hadn’t heard a voice–so I tucked it away in my mind, thinking maybe the static electricity was like David Morrell’s fireflies.

Maybe 6-8 years later, I was writing novels for young readers and was invited to a book signing in a small-town library with none other than David Morrell. Nobody came (!), so I had the pleasure of sitting with David for a couple of hours. I told him I’d read his book FIREFLIES and described my experience with the lights in the room after the prayer.

He nodded and said, “That’s exactly what I saw.” And he told me that everywhere he went to lecture after the publication of his book, someone in the room would raise a hand and say that something similar had happened to him/her. He said that Father Andrew Greeley had written him after reading FIREFLIES and told him that about 85% of the grieving people he counsels report contact with the person who had died.

Together, these two experiences introduced me to a new (to me) kind of spirituality, different from the Presbyterian religion that I’d grown up with. It was dramatically personal and so very loving. I wish Ed could’ve had an experience like this to help him in his preparation for his transition. I’ve talked about these things to him a lot over the years, and he’s just now beginning to open up to them. He never had criticized my beliefs and always said kindly, “I hope you’re right, honey.”

I hope he has a beautiful transition with all that love that I felt in the car that Christmas morning! I wish everyone could have these experiences, so they know that life goes on, and that they don’t have to be afraid of death.

Love,

Carol

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Awesome Flash Mob

Posted on September 17, 2016 by Trish and Rob

Thanks to Sheila Joshi for alerting me to  this one! Bob Marley….wow.

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