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Some of my most vivid dreams have come at the time of death–or shortly after– of friends and family members. In these dreams, the deceased seem surprisingly alive in the afterlife.

Our friend, Marcus Anthony, an Australian futurist, has also had dreams related to deaths recently. However, Marcus’s dreams have come a week or two before the deaths. The dreams weren’t of anyone close to him, but to a couple of men that he had admired for years. I’ll let Marcus tell the story. – Rob

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Recently on their blog synchrosecrets.com, Rob and Trish Macgregor wrote a post which featured a quote on synchronicity by David R Hawkins, the mystic and author of the influential book Power vs Force. I have written about Hawkins quite a bit over the years, as I feel that much of what he writes has a very high level of truth. That post by the Macgregors inspired me to go to YouTube and watch some of Hawkin’s videoed lectures. Unfortunately I was saddened to see one entitled “David R Hawkins’ last lecture”. I then found out that he had died in September 2012.

I then recalled that I had had a vivid dream of Hawkins’ dying some time ago. I still recall the dream. In it I saw Hawkin’s face, and it was clear that he had passed away. The other thing was that his overall consciousness field appeared to be “empty”. This is hard to explain, but it was as if he was hollow. My sense is that this was because he was in a kind of non-dual state which he had often described himself as feeling like nothingness (BTW, this is not the highest state of consciousness, according to Hawkins).

I have a lot of precognitive dreams, but I only write down my dreams every now and again these days – when I feel they are profound or perhaps precognitive. When I heard that Hawkins had died, I recalled the dream and that I’d written it down somewhere. So I went looking for it. I was particularly interested to find the exact date.

Annoyingly, I couldn’t find it anywhere in my journals or on my computer. Then I recalled that I occasionally write down dreams on the notepad on my mobile phone. I try not to have my phone anywhere near my bed when I am sleeping these days, but I have sometimes kept it there deliberately for this very purpose.

Alas, it was to no avail. The Hawkins’ dream was nowhere to be found on my mobile either (I know I put it somewhere!!!). But what I did find on my mobile notepad was a whole heap of dreams that I had recorded and mostly forgotten about. Some of them were quite fascinating.

But one really caught my attention. Indeed it was even more prophetic than the Hawkins’ dream.

Perhaps the most amazing thing about this dream is that it occurred only six weeks ago. It is dated April 22, 2013. And I had absolutely forgotten about it!

This is not that unusual (though it’s true I do remember a lot of dreams, even when I don’t record them).

When I awake and write a dream down, I am often barely conscious, and in a very, very drowsy state. I fall back to sleep immediately, as soon as I record the dream. I am a very heavy sleeper.

So what was so special about this dream? Well, take a look at it. This is the dream as I recorded it in its entirety. I emailed this to myself directly from my mobile note pad, and I have cut and pasted it here.

I am looking in from a railway station at a pub across the road. It says “Stuart Wilde pub” on the sign. Then I look closer and see that it says: “Stu dead”. I feel great sadness.        

Then I hear someone say: “Is it true?”            

A little boy’s voice returns: “Yes. He had a heart attack.”      

I keep hearing the song “She’s out of my life.” (Michael Jackson) It’s very sad.     

Then I hear another voice. It is Stuart Wilde saying: “I’d like to thank her.”           

Next I am hearing words from the Cold Chisel song “Flame Trees”:           

 ”There’s no change. There’s no pace. Everything within its place. Just makes it harder to believe that she won’t be around”.   

There is a sense of sadness and emptiness, like just after someone dies or leaves.

As many of you will know, Stuart Wilde died of a heart attack on May 1st, just over a week after I had that dream, while traveling through Ireland. I found out about Stuart’s death two weeks after that. I was very sad to hear about it. He had been very influential in my own spiritual journey.  I was moved to write this blog post about his life and its significance.

Incredibly, when I came to write that post I had forgotten all about the dream which I’d recorded just a week or so before he died. I did have a vague recollection of dreaming about it, but it was very hazy, and I didn’t want to mention it on the article.

Everything in the dream is very easy to understand, with perhaps the one vague part being Stuart’s cryptic words: “I’d like to thank her.” It felt as if he was literally grateful to a female who was close to him. My sense is that he was thanking his mother.

 Imagine seeing a pair of adult eagles battling in midair, talons locked together as they plunge earthward and strike a runway at the Duluth International Airport in Minnesota.  An employee at Monaco Air, a servicing center at the airport, saw the birds fall. They were still entangled when he ran over to them, so he  called the Minnesota Department of Natural Resources.

Randy Hanzal, a conservation officer with the DNR who took the photo above,  collected the adult birds and tried to transport them to Wildwoods, a wildlife rehab organization in Duluth. He didn’t have a cage large enough to accommodate the birds, so he put them in the back of his pickup and covered them with blankets and jackets. He secured them with webbing straps and slowly drove toward the rehab enter, which was just a couple of miles away.  

Halfway there, Hanzal heard an uproar in the back of the truck. He glanced around, saw feathers flying, then one of the eagles jumped out, onto the tailgate of his truck, and flew off. Hanzal got the remaining eagle secured again and finally made it to the rehab center. A spokeswoman for the center said that a few days later, after the eagle was treated for its injuries, it was transferred to the Raptor Center at the University on Minnesota.

According to Frank Nicoletti, director of banding at Hawk Ridge Bird Observatory in Duluth, midair battles between eagles aren’t uncommon. But it’s rare for them to hit the ground.

So is there a synchronicity in this eagle skirmish?

In 1782, the American bald eagle was adopted as the official bird emblem of the U.S. It was chosen not only because it’s native to North America, but for its beauty, strength, and long life. In the wild, an eagle will live 30-35 years  and in captivity, will live up to 50 years. A full-grown bald eagle has a wingspan up to 7 feet. They fly up to 30 miles an hour and can dive at 100 miles an hour.

Eagles mate for life, and will use the same nest for many years. Over a period of time, some nests become enormous. They can  reach a diameter of nine feet and weigh as much as two tons! The female lays two or three eggs and both parents share incubation and guard them against predators.

When I initially saw the photo of the entangled eagles, my first thought was, Oh, that’s the U.S. Congress.

 The 113^th Congress is like the pair of eagles. A fundamental disagreement in tenets has led to a paralyzed group of individuals who can’t get anything done. They posture,  make speeches, attack and revile each other, and in the end, they hit the ground, still fighting. In fact, two days after the eagle skirmish, on May 16, the Congress voted for the 36^th time to repeal Obamacare. Never mind that the Supreme Court declared it constitutional last year. Here’s what went on in Congress in just one week.  It’s stunning – and rather depressing.

This is one definite area where consensus reality and my beliefs conflict. 

Angelina Jolie carries the breast cancer gene. Her mother died of the disease in her late fifties. So Angelina elected to have a double mastectomy at the age of 37 so she could reduce the chance that she would contract the disease.

Some years back, my agent, Al Zuckerman, asked if I would be interested in writing a book about four women in the Boca Raton, Florida  area who had elected to double mastectomies because they carried this gene. I had profound reservations.  But I called one of the women and we had an interesting conversation. In the end, I told Al I couldn’t be a part of this project because I didn’t believe in bottom line: you carry the gene, therefore you will get this disease.

While it’s likely that, in consensus reality, you are more prone to breast cancer if you have this particular gene, it isn’t a foregone conclusion that you will contract breast cancer. Al counteracted with statistics – big statistics, overwhelming statistics – but I knew this project wasn’t for me.

A few years later,  Rob and I were having dinner with friends when the woman suddenly announced she was going to have a double mastectomy. “I’ve had so much of my breasts removed in the past few years that I’ve decided to just get it over with.”

I was frankly so shocked that I didn’t know what to say. I finally muttered a weak, “But why? “

“Because I feel like I’m waiting for breast cancer to hit me.”

If that was her belief, I said, then she should have the surgery. And she did. Her breasts were lopped off, like Jolie’s.

So here’s my question. My parents died from complications of neurological diseases – my mother from Alzheimer’s and my dad from Parkinson’s. When should I schedule my brain surgery so I won’t contract either of these diseases?

Richard Martini  has written a winner in Flipside: A Tourist’s Guide to the Afterlife. I initially read a review of this book on Daz’s blog.  It sounded intriguing and the price was certainly right – .99 cents for Amazon ‘s Kindle.

If you click on to Martini’s link from IMDB, you discover he’s a movie director and screenwriter. But in reading this book, I’ve discovered that Martini is actually something of a mystic with a lot of questions.

His book came about because of the death of Luana Anders, an actress and writer who, for ten years, was his partner. Then she broke it off and they remained close friends. During the final few years of Luana’s life, as she died of breast cancer, Martini took care of her. His descriptions of her – in both life and the afterlife – show us a woman with a quick wit and a restless mentality who seemed to embrace everything with a sense of fun and adventure.

Her death launched Martini’s quest and it led him into an investigation of life after death. And he moved through the field of reincarnation as both a journalist and a participant. He was regressed to a previous life, to a life between lives, and provides the details, blow by blow, and explains how these details relate to his life now. And yes, he and Luana met up during one of his regressions. On the other side, she’s  a teacher who instructs newly departed souls how to utilize energy to create physical objects. 

Martini interviews Michael Newton  – author of Journey of Souls – and his wife about the hypnotherapist’s techniques and life journey. He discusses children’s past lives  and quotes our friend Carol Bowman. He relates stories about the connections between children and their adoptive parents, about the soul families with whom we reunite on the other side, about  his personal experiences in seeing spirits. Martini  has so many questions that his psychic life is  threaded  throughout the material. The book is actually a metaphysical  memoir about his journey, his quest. And the fact that it illuminates mysterious areas for the rest of us is a bonus.

I was intrigued by the descriptions of the afterlife that are included in many of the regressions he observed/filmed. They closely follow descriptions that   Michael Newton talks about in his books – a council of elders, a library where future life options are available for perusal, a gathering of soul families, a life review…But at the heart of all this is tremendous love and compassion.

No one is ever “judged” in the sense that traditional religion teaches. According to Martini’s findings, before we’re born, we agree to play certain roles. This aspect is well illustrated in the regressions where a person returns to a life during the holocaust. Individuals who died in the camps talked about what they learned from those lives, how the situation was actually worse for the perpetrators.

One of the most powerful sections in the book is about Martini’s two kids, how when they were really young, they identified themselves as a Tibetan monk (his son) and someone who lived among the monks. Son and daughter knew each other in that life. They also tell Martini and his wife how and why they chose them as parents.

There’s so much material in this book that when I put it aside for awhile, I find myself thinking about it, mulling everything over. Martini also presents some interesting material on synchronicity. He has an instinctive grasp of what works in a book like this. I hope he writes a sequel!

 After yesterday’s heavy-duty synchro spiel, here’s the lighter side,  sent by Nancy McMoneagle:

A chicken farmer went to the local bar and sat next to a woman and ordered champagne.

“How strange,” the woman said. “I also just ordered a glass of champagne.”

“What a coincidence,” said the farmer.  “It’s a special day for me. I’m celebrating.”

“It’s a special day for me, too,” the woman exclaimed. “I’m also celebrating.”

While they toasted, the man asked, “What’re you celebrating?”

“My husband and I have been trying for years to have a child and today, my gynecologist told me that I’m pregnant!”

“What a coincidence,” said the man. “I’m a chicken farmer and for years, all my hens were infertile. But now they are all set to lay fertilized eggs.”

“That’s awesome,” the woman said. “What did you do for your chickens to become fertile?”

“I used a different rooster,” he replied.

The woman smiled. “Well, what a coincidence.”

David Hawkins is an internationally renowned psychiatrist, physician, researcher, and pioneer in the fields of consciousness research and spirituality. He writes and teaches from the unique perspective of an experienced clinician, scientist, and mystic and is devoted to the spiritual evolution of mankind.

With that introduction, let’s see what David has to say about synchros…. 

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“The database behaves like an electrostatic condenser with a field of potentiality, rather than a battery with a with a stored charge.  A question can’t be asked unless there’s already the potentiality of the answer.  The reason for this is that the question and answer are both created out of the same paradigm and , therefore, are exactly symeterical –there can be no “up” without an already existent “down”.  Causality occurs as simultaneity rather than as a sequence; synchronicity is the term used by Jung to explain this phenomenon in human experience.  As we understand from our examination of physics, an event “here” in the universe doesn’t “cause” an event to occur “there” –instead, both appear at the same time.



“What’s the connection between these events, then, if it isn’t a Newtonian linear sequence of cause and effect?  Obviously, the two are related or connected to each other in some invisible manner, but not by gravity or magnetism, or even by a cosmic field of such magnitude that it includes both events.  The “connection” between any two events occurs only in the observer’s consciousness –he “sees” a connection and describes a “pair” of events, hypothesizing a relationship. 

“This relationship is a concept in the mind of the observer; it isn’t necessary that any corollary external event exists in the universe.  Unless there’s an underlying attractor pattern, nothing can be experienced. Thus, the entire manifest universe is its own simultaneous expression and experience of itself.

Omniscience is omnipotent and omnipresent.  There’s no distance between the unknown and the known –the known is manifest from the unknown merely by the asking.  For example, the Empire State Building was born in the mind of its architects –human consciousness is the agent that can transform an unseen concept into its manifested experience, which is therefore frozen in time … 

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“Time, then, is much like a hologram that already stands complete; it’s a subjective, sensory effect of a progressively moving point of view.  There’s no beginning or end to a hologram, it’s already everywhere, complete –in fact, the appearance of being “unfinished” is part of its completeness.  Even the phenomenon of “unfoldment” itself reflects a limited point of view;  There is no enfolded and unfolded universe, only a becoming awareness.  Our perception of events happening in time is analogous to a traveler watching the landscape unfold before him.  But to say that the landscape unfolds before a traveller is merely a figure of speech –nothing is actually unfolding: nothing is actually becoming manifest.  There’s only the progression of awareness.



“These paradoxes dissolve in the greater paradigm that includes both opposites, wherein oppositions as such are only related to the locations of the observer.  This transcendence of opposition occurs spontaneously at consciousness levels of 600 and above.  The notion that there’s a “knower” and a “known” is in itself dualistic, in that it implies a separation between subject and object (which, again, can only be inferred by the artificial adoption of a point of observation).  The Maker of all things in Heaven and on Earth, of all things visible and invisible, stands beyond both, includes both, and is one with both.  Existence, is, therefore, merely a statement that awareness is aware of its awareness and of its expression as consciousness…”

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I had to read the above a couple of times in order to grok it, but it was worth the time. I like this line in particular: “The Maker of all things in Heaven and on Earth, of all things visible and invisible, stands beyond both, includes both, and is one with both.:

 Our daughter was home this weekend and, in one of those random moments in family life, asked if either of us has used reddit. Well, we’d heard of it, but no, we hadn’t used it. Reddit is a social news and entertainment website where registered users submit content in the form of either a link or a text post.

Megan felt it would be a great publicity venue, and suggested that Rob should go on reddit, introduce himself as the author of six original Indiana Jones novel and the novelization of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, and that he was open to answering questions about the books.Here’s the link to the discussions/questions.

 Within less than 60 seconds, questions started going up. This leads me to believe that some readers live on reddit in the same way that some people live on Facebook. So while Megan and I listened to an interview with Esther Hicks on the Hay House site – 70 minutes that included an interview with Esther and with Abraham – Rob sat at his computer answering dozens of questions from Indy fans.

 These questions ranged from minutia about the characters in the Indy saga to questions about writing, plotting, characterization. Someone from Chile asked a question in Spanish, so he responded in Spanish and someone in a later comment translated the comment.  Someone else asked about Aliens in the Backyard, others asked about synchronicity. After an hour and a half, Rob said he was signing off for the night but would be open to answering more questions the next day.

 Megan, who had set up the account for Rob, kept reading more questions as the three of us were watching a movie, and I suspect he’ll spend another couple hours tomorrow answering the questions. What I learned from this is the power of an archetype – which Indiana Jones certainly is. It was surprising to hear questions from people who had read the Indy books in elementary school – and are now adults – and traced their love of reading back to those books. This kind of feedback for a writer is priceless.

 When a writer writes that first word or that first sentence, there is usually a hope somewhere in the back of his or her mind that the story which unfolds will attract readers. Inspire them to read more and more. One commenter said his mother used to read him the Indy books at night, before bedtime. Another commenter said that when he was in fifth grade, he did a book report on Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, and read a portion of the book in front of the class that included the word shit. He remarked that it was pretty cool to be standing there and saying that word and the teacher couldn’t do anything because it was in the book.

 When Megan read this comment aloud, Rob laughed. “Yeah, and after that, Lucas Film told me not to use any cuss words in the books.”

 What seems clear is that archetypes are as  Carl Jung described them, unconscious patterns that are intrinsic to all of us, that speak to us at a profound level regardless of culture or religion or ethnicity. There is probably an Indiana Jones or Marion Ravenwood in many of us-  the raconteur, rebel,  rogue, adventurer – following some mysterious quest into parts unknown.