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 Dear Congress,

You have hijacked the government – not over raising the debt ceiling (that’s later this month), but because you hope to prevent millions of uninsured individuals from obtaining health insurance.

 Instead of passing a routine spending bill – i.e., paying what we owe – you attached a provision to delay implementation of the Affordable Care Act, which went into effect on October 1. Oh, and just for your information, Congress, the Affordable Care Act was passed by both the House and the Senate in 2010, and was deemed legal by the Supreme Court.  Yet, you bozos have voted 40 times to overturn the law.

So let’s take a closer look at just how corrupt you idiots are. Senator Ted Cruz – you know, the guy who looks and acts like the reincarnation of Joe McCarthy (remember him?) – seems to be the leader of the tea partiers. He spent 21 hours on the floor of Congress, ranting against the Affordable Care Act. He made a point of saying he doesn’t have health insurance that the Congress offers. Really? So you don’t have health insurance at all Ted? Well, not exactly. His wife, Heidi, is a regional manner for Goldman Sachs. Ah, well, that explains it. Wall Street has better health care than Congress.

According to a 2009 New York Times report, top executive officers and managing directors at the bank participate in a health care program that costs Goldman more than $40,000 in premiums for each participant’s family annually. Slick, Ted.

The shutdown is now in its third day. You bozos, boozing during the 11^th hour negotiations on the evening of September 30, don’t live in the real world. Do you know what the shutdown means in practical terms? For, you know, people?

More than 800,000 government workers have been furloughed; nutrition assistance for women, children and infants has halted; thousands of airline inspectors are now off the job; sexual assault investigations are now on a back burner; kids with cancer are blocked from clinical trials; NASA has been grounded; all national parks are closed. And that’s just for starters.

You bozo boozers don’t mind, though. You continue to collect your paychecks, somewhere in the neighborhood of $174,000.

Twenty Republicans have now jumped ship and want to vote for a clean bill – without this absurdity attached. But John Boehner, speaker of the house, won’t bring it to the floor for a vote. Ah, Boehner, Boehner  – (Bay-nor, is how most people pronounce his name, but the appropriate pronunciation is BONER) – you’re such a coward. You just can’t bring yourself to do the right thing. You know your career is cooked unless you tow the Tea Party line. But I suspect your career is cooked regardless of what you do at this point.

You, Mr. Perpetually Tanned Man, wept with joy when you were voted into your position in 2010. Well, dude, you’re going to be weeping when you’re voted out. And I hope the voting constituents who have kept you in Congress for 23 years vote you the hell out.

From Huffington Post:

“Shutting down our government doesn’t accomplish their stated goal,” Obama said of his Republican opponents at a Rose Garden event hailing implementation of the law. “The Affordable Care Act is a law that passed the House; it passed the Senate. The Supreme Court ruled it constitutional. It was a central issue in last year’s election. It is settled, and it is here to stay. And because of its funding sources, it’s not impacted by a government shutdown.”

 On October 1, more than 5 million people dropped by the government’s website on obtaining health care insurance.  I was one of them. I wasn’t looking for myself – I’m now covered under Medicare – but was looking for our 24-year-old daughter. Rob and I went without health insurance for more than 20 years. As self-employed individuals, we simply couldn’t afford it. Thanks to the Affordable Care Act, our daughter will be able to obtain health insurance at a reasonable cost and won’t ever be rejected for any pre-existing condition she might have. And there won’t ever be a cap to her treatment for any ailment.

Granted, Obama could have set the bar much higher during the initial negotiations for this Affordable Health Care Act – like Medicare for all. Even so, Obamacare is more than what the American public has ever been offered in terms of health insurance. And to you, Boner, and the rest of your boozing, pathetic cronies, I say: if you keep the government shut down for days, weeks, or months, you’ll be paying for it on election day. All of you Tea Party freaks will be swept out of office. Go pound sand. And know this: the voice of the people is still stronger than you politicians who were elected to represent the people.

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Are there any synchros in all this? I haven’t found any yet. But I’m sure they exist. After all, this is a mass event and, depending on how long the shutdown lasts, it could impact the global economy.  If anyone else has uncovered synchronicities related to this situation, please let us know!

 Author Stephen King, known as the king of horror,  would appreciate this synchro.  It involves two of his novels – the bong chilling Pet Cemetery, in which a haunted burial ground has the power to bring dead animals and children back to life, and The Shining, about a haunted hotel. In the novel, the hotel was called The Overlook, but in real life it’s called The Stanley Hotel.  

The  140-room hotel in Estes, Colorado was the inspiration for the novel after King stayed in room 217. First, a bit of history about the hotel.

 In 1903, Freelan Oscar Stanley, co-inventor of  the Stanley Steamer automobile, moved west at the suggestion of his doctor, who believed the move might help Stanley’s tuberculosis.  He and his wife Flora stayed in a cabin in Estes Park and as his health began to improve, Stanley decided to stay. He bought 160 acres and in 1909, opened the Stanley Hotel.

 It’s uncertain when the hauntings began, but strange incidents have been reported in all of the hotel’s rooms. Since the 1950s, for instance, guests in room 217 (where King stayed) are sometimes treated to extra housekeeping services like having their belongings put away or unpacked. It’s believed that the ghost of Elizabeth Wilson,  the chief housekeeper in the hotel’s early years, is responsible. In 1911, she was injured in an explosion as she was lighting the acetylene lanterns  that served as the hotel’s backup system for electricity. Her ankles were broken.

 On the fourth floor of the hotel, guests sometimes hear the ghosts of children laughing and running around. Some guests have reported being tucked in at night. F.O. and Flora apparently hang around as well. He is sometimes seen walking through the lobby and guests often hear Flora playing the piano in ballroom, which featured prominently in King’s book and in the movie.  In one guest room, people have seen a man standing over the bed before running into the closet. This particular spook is supposedly responsible for stealing guests’ jewelry and luggage.

 The hotel’s website identifies the rooms with the most paranormal activity and says availability is limited because these rooms are among the most popular. They include: “the famous Stephen King Suite 217, the Ghost Hunters’ (from the TV show) favorite room 401; as well as 407, 428 and 1302.”

 King’s rendition of the hotel was radically different from what it written on the hotel’s website: “While enjoying the elegant hotel, keep in mind that you may possibly have an ‘extra’ experience here. However, there are never any reports of sinister or evil events happening here, because there are only happy ghosts at the Stanley Hotel!”

 On Halloween night in 2013, there was an event called The Shining.

The synchro? There’s a pet cemetery adjacent to the Stanley Hotel that the hotel now wants to dig it up to make room for – a wedding pavilion!

The administration may want to reconsider that one.

The Dakota. It’s an odd name for a Manhattan building. This architectural marvel, located at Central Park West and 72^nd Street  on New York’s upper west side, was built between 1880 and 1884. Its name was due to the general feeling at the time that the upper west side was as remote as the Dakota Territory. Its high gables, terracotta features, and gargoyles give the Victorian era building an imposing presence, a hint of its opulence and mystery.

Today, The Dakota houses  64 co-op apartments that range from four to 20 rooms. The rich and famous have always lived here – Judy Garland, Leonard Bernstein, actress  Lauren Bacall, author Carson McCullers.  But the building is best known for being John Lennon’s last home and the site of his tragic murder on Dec. 8, 1980. According to several witnesses, Lennon’s ghost supposedly haunts the Dakota.

Three years after his death, Joey Harrow, a musician who lives near to the Dakota Building, and a friend, Amanda Moores, claimed they saw John’s ghost near the entrance to the Dakota where he was shot. He said he was “surrounded by an eerie light.” Moores said, “I wanted to go up and talk to him, but something in the way he looked at me said no.”

Psychic Shawn Robbins said she saw John’s ghost in the building and Yoko Ono was reported to have seen John sitting at his white piano. He turned to her and said, “Don’t be afraid. I am still with you.”

The Dakota has a long history of paranormal activity. Lennon himself said he encountered the apparition of a woman walking down the long halls of the building. He named her the Crying Lady Ghost. Other celebrities and notable figures who have lived in that building have also had very similar experienced. Maury Povich described the building as “very haunted.”

In 1965, three men repainting the walls and re-varnishing woodwork in an apartment felt they were being watched. One saw a ghost of a boy of about ten years old dressed in a Buster Brown suit, a style of the early 1900s. A musty odor accompanied the apparition. The three also saw a ghost that had the body of a male in his 20s and a face of a young child.

After the job was done, one of the painters was doing some touch-up work in a large closet. Suddenly, the door slammed and the light went out. He groped his way off the ladder, propped the door open and turned the light back on. He felt something grab his arm and push it against the light bulb.

Several years later, reports surfaced of a little girl in turn-of-the-century clothing who appeared to painters working in the building. She seems to be the most frequently witnessed apparition and is always friendly, often smiling at people, and approaching them as if to greet them.

There are some dark synchronicities surrounding the Dakota, though, that involve the 1968 Roman Polanski film, Rosemary’s Baby. It was filmed at the Dakota and within a year of the movie’s release, various tragedies occurred. The film’s composer Krzysztof Komeda died of a brain clot, which was how one of the characters in the film died. Producer William Castle suffered from uremic poisoning after the film was made and swore that the movie was cursed.

A year after the film was released, Polanski’s wife Sharon Tate and four others were killed in a ritualistic mass murder at their Benedict Canyon home by Charles Manson and his cult members. Tate was pregnant at the time and was stabbed repeatedly. Before leaving the house after the killings, one of the cult members took a rag soaked in Tate’s blood and wrote lyrics from Beatles songs.

Manson’s “family” called their murder spree Helter Skelter, after a Beatles song on the White Album. Manson apparently believed that the Beatles spoke to him through their lyrics, especially those included in the White Album, released in December 1968. Who could have known then that 13 years later, Lennon would be murdered outside the very building where the movie had been filmed and where Yoko Ono still lives.

 The world of iPad and iPhone apps is vast, amazing, complex. There are apps for weight loss, for nutrition, for diabetes, ESP, synchronicity. There are thousands of game apps – backgammon, words with friends (scrabble) haunted this and that. Then there is Mystery Manor.

This game, developed by a Russian company, is free, but you can pay for in-game apps, usually at a nominal price,  if you choose. The premise is simple : Mystery Manor is a place where high strangeness has changed the contour of things.  

Inside this weird manor, you find references to some of the most famous conspiracies, divination systems,  and alternate worlds. Illuminati lamps banish mists that speed up time; Tesla coils  banish idols that resemble the mysterious statues as Easter Island; magical rune stones get you into the fortune teller’s room. One of my favorite rooms is Room 51, where a little green alien sits at a computer, madly typing away. On the wall behind the alien is a poster that reads, I want to believe. To the left of that poster is a picture window of a city skyline where a UFO zips past every few blinks. A certain number of secret containers get you into Room 51. It’s worth a visit.

The manor consists of 30 mysterious rooms and the layout sort of reminds me of Clue. Library, kitchen, bedroom, hallway, kitchen. But this is an iPad game, so we’re not looking for who did it and where they did it,  You’re looking for objects hidden in each room and you point and click to uncover them.  

You have a time limit – 5 minutes. You explore the rooms in various modes –   light, silhouette, darkness, zodiac – and at each level from trainee up to expert, the number of objects you must find increases, and the time and energy you use decrease. There are also charms you can win that help you achieve a particular goal. The magic magnet, for instance, helps you attract coins, experience and collectible items for a specified period of time. And what you’re always up against is your energy level and the level of your experience.

Sounds a lot like life, doesn’t it?

In the game, each room you explore eats up energy. But you can buy – or win – various forms of energy that enable you to stay in the game. A cup of coffee – that costs 6 diamonds (the game currency)- restores 30 points. A bar of chocolate restores 50 points. You need a certain number of energy points to enter the rooms and that number increases for each level you attain.

 Mystery Manor is actually a social game, where you can add friends, visit friends to receive a mystery gift (money, experience points), and ask friends for help in obtaining objects that help you to charge one or several of ore than 200 collections. several hundred collections.   When you charge a collection, you gain experience, money, tools, weapons.

The weapons are innocuous – firecrackers to banish one form of snatchin, these odd little figures that move around your screen, or a laser pistol to banish little green men.  The weapons don’t promote violence. There are no hidden or overt sexual references. Mystery Manor is, quite simply, fun and challenging. It’s a kind of focused meditation in which the rest of the world vanishes. It exercises your memory. There are, after all, only so many placements of objects in particular rooms that can be programmed into a game like this.

Recently, one of our real-life friends said she played Mystery Manor and was at level 70. We were down in the 40s level. We friended each other. Every day when players are permitted to visit their friends – and reap rewards – Rose has sent us something significant that enables us to advance through the game. She’s so far beyond us in the game that we send her hearts – mystery gifts – that include time snails that slow or stop time for a particular period; flashlights; rune stones, secrets containers, even Sakura shells, that get you into another cool room.  

It’s inexpensive entertainment, the graphics are great, and I enjoy the numerous references to the  paranormal and the mysterious unknowns that intrigue me.

But you know what Mystery Manor is missing? An Afterlife Room and A Synchronicity Room.

These rooms should be ones you can explore in any mode that you want, for as long as you want – regardless of your energy points, your experience points, your level in the game. In the Afterlife Room, I envision the player being able to interact with loved ones who have passed on, to explore the geography of the afterlife.  In the Synchronicity Room, I envision players confronted with the trickster, with clusters, with all the inherent weirdness and wonder of synchros.

So hey, Russian designers, do you think you could add these two rooms?

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And as an aside, this game has 20 million registered users. If even a fraction of these users buy an app for 99 cents once a week or even once a month, we are talking zillions this company is pulling annually. This game may be the law of attraction in full-throttled action.

Many of us who have devoured the Seth books or the Abraham-Hicks material, The Secret, or other sources of higher knowledge are convinced that we create our realities. Okay, fair enough, but then the question arises: Do we also create our illnesses as part of our realities? I began thinking about that question after receiving an e-mail recently from someone who I’ve always associated with ‘New Age’ beliefs, who said that she rejected the idea. She told me that she would never consciously or unconsciously create her debilitating condition.

That led me to thinking about my own condition. I agree with her that of course we don’t consciously create illnesses, but illnesses can and probably do develop out of our unresolved inner issues.

In my case, I would never consciously create circumstances leading to my being catheterized over and over again, as happened to me this year when I developed urinary retention from an enlarged prostate and could no longer empty my bladder. In fact, ever since I was young, just the idea of getting catheterized made me shiver. That was a reality I definitely did not want to create. Yet, it happened.

Over the months, while dealing with this issue, I tried to avoid surgery. Instead, I took prescribed medications and worked with two healers – one in Wales, one in Scotland. The urologist who prescribed the medications told me I needed the surgery. The healers, meanwhile, told me that I needed to find the core issue involved, and they both independently said it was related to ancestors. That was interesting, especially since I had been led to Eugenie, the healer in Scotland, the home of my ancestors.

Jane Clifford, the healer in Wales, thought the core issue might be fear, guilt, and shame. But that didn’t feel right, except for the fear part that I related to our financial downturn as the publishing industry underwent a digital revolution, ending the way things used to be—that being nice advances to write books.

In spite of working with the two healers and even undergoing a healing session with a Q’ero Indian shaman from Peru, nothing seemed to improve. So finally, on Aug. 28, I conceded the urologist was right and had prostate surgery. End of story, right?

Wrong.

Usually after such surgery, the healing occurs within 2-3 days and after that it’s like you never had the problem. But not for me. Five days after the surgery, the post-surgery catheter was removed and that night I ended up in the emergency room with the exact same symptoms, and a week later it only got worse. I came down with a severe urinary tract infection that was causing me to double over in pain any time I even attempted to pee. So back to the doctor and another catheter and antibiotics.

Then, three weeks after the surgery, I had another appointment with the urologist to remove the catheter again. This time, if it didn’t work, I was facing the possibility of a second surgery.

One hour before the appointment, I noticed an e-mail from Jane from earlier in the week that I hadn’t read. In it, she suggested the problem might continue, in spite of the surgery, until I worked out whatever was at the heart of the matter. She also said that healing could come to me in a flash if I was able to resolve the issue.

Within minutes of reading that comment, it hit me. I knew exactly what it was – anger from the past. From time to time, I’ve had spells of inner rage about matters from long ago in which I felt an injustice had been perpetrated against me. These incidents happened spontaneously, out of the blue, one of them occurring when Trish and I were in Orlando last week visiting daughter Megan. Trish was telling some story as the three of us were driving across town, and suddenly I was immersed in inner rage about something totally different that occurred 20 some years ago. Of course, neither Trish nor Megan knew what was going on with me and I said nothing about it.

As soon as I had that realization on the morning of the appointment, I began sending out forgiveness to everyone who ever offended me and asking forgiveness to those I offended, repeating the Ho’oponopono mantra over and over. ‘I’m sorry, please forgive me, I love, thank you.’ I said it all the way to the doctor’s office.

A short time later, the catheter came out and – synchronicity – I was normal again, a great blessing. It’s strange to rejoice about such a thing that most of us take for granted, but when you’ve been through what I’ve experienced, it’s the only way to react. I’ve also thought about my ancestors and their role.

The MacGregor clan had tough times in the 17^th  and 18^th centuries. They were  driven from the Highlands, some became slaves in Jamaica. The clan was banned and for 150 years, no one could use the name MacGregor and many of my ancestors apparently took their anger to the grave. According to Jane – I was the one who absorbed it, and I was the one who could resolve it.

Incredibly, while all this was being played out, someone from my past, who I haven’t seen in more that 40 years, put a photo on my Facebook page of the gravestone of Rob Roy MacGregor, my Scottish namesake. I looked closely and noticed the epitaph: ‘Despite them.’ That’s not as harsh as ‘Despise them,’ but it does invoke a sense of anger. So it was my anger and theirs that I was supposedly dealing with – a complicated scenario – and hopefully things now are being resolved for all who are or were involved. Meanwhile, I have to say it: I’m just going with the flow.

Last week, we wrote here about our sighting of seven or eight bright red orbs that appeared in the night sky between 25-60 degrees above the horizon. The sighting took place Sept. 21 in Jupiter, Florida, and the objects seemed to hover, then as they slowly faded, they turned white and disappeared. Our post about it appeared on Whitley Strieber’s Unknown Country and elsewhere on the Internet, and as a result we’ve heard from a Jupiter resident, named Reese, who also had a sighting.

Interestingly, her sighting took place on Sept. 25 and the object she saw was bluish green. She made a video of it from her porch that we’ve posted above.

Here’s what she said after reading our post: “Very interesting! I’ve been seeing things all over the sky here in Jupiter. This is a glowing orb filmed off my front porch in Mallory Creek on 9/25/2013.”

Our daughter, Megan, is in the midst of her first art exhibit, Fragmented Perspectives.  It opened on September 18 and will run until October 11 at Bart’s in downtown Orlando.

Bart’s is a funky bar with a unique slant – each month, they feature the works of a local artist.  We went up a few days earlier to help hang the art, which took more than four hours.  Her watercolor paintings are done on lightweight poster boards and secured in place with straight pins. She paints the larger ones in panels; the above painting is a smaller, one-panel. All the paintings are from underwater photos she took when she interned at Dolphins Plus in Key Largo and when she worked at Epcot.

The opening night was great – more than 50 people showed up and she sold the largest painting, a six-panel piece, and has been commissioned for two smaller paintings.  She’s been working with the activities from Pam Grout’s book, E-Squared: 9 Do-It-Yourself Energy Experiments That Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality, and the other day asked the universe for an unexpected surprise. Within 24 hours, she received a call from the owner of Bart’s, telling her that the local Fox affiliate was going to be filming a segment at Bart’s and since she was the featured artist, could she attend?

“The universe answered!” she said, so she was at Bart’s the next morning at 7:30.

We’re having trouble getting the video up, but if you have Facebook just put Meg MacGreg in the search box and you can see it on her page.

 In Ingo Swann’s book Your Nostradamus Factor, there’s a fascinating section on what he calls “communal foreseeing.”

He contends that future seeing (precognition) rests on two simple premises. First, the future always foreshadows itself and second, this foreshadowing leaks into human awareness not only through the individual, but also through communal experiences. He first experienced this communal foreseeing when he was a kid, growing up in Telluride, Colorado.

“Our school was a large brick building, standing quite near the mouth of a deep, narrow canyon in whose depths was a beautiful waterfall a thousand feet high and whose water source was a large basin between several peaks that rose behind it. The entire school – grades one through twelve – had only about fifty students, so the absence of a few students was definitely noticed.”

So, one day when several students didn’t show up at school, the  teachers called their homes to find out why. They were told by several mothers that there was going to be  cloudburst that day and that all the kids should be sent home. The teachers went to the principal and told him about this “motherly collective foreseeing,” and everyone was sent home.

Around noon, the entire town noticed that a huge dark cloud had formed in the peaks above the canyon behind the school. It wasn’t raining in town, but everyone knew what the dark clouds portended. “Shortly, a wall of water, rocks, and mud some twenty feet high roared out of the canyon’s mouth. In seconds, it had crashed through the basement windows of the school, where the first and second graders would have been.”

This same kind of collective foreseeing was certainly present before 9-11, the sinking of the Titanic, the assassinations of Lincoln and JFK, and other mass events.  Swann says this “resource of indwelling within ourselves” if properly understood and implemented, could change the directions of future events.

Please note the announcement at the end of the post – about a TV show on reincarnation today on Katie Couric.

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Should anyone ever tell you that dogs don’t understand human language, show them this picture. At the moment I snapped this photo in the dog park, Rob and I were standing nearby,  shouting, “Squirrel, squirrel!”

We weren’t trying to drive them nuts; we just wanted to draw them away from another area of the park where there were some cranky dogs. There actually may have been a squirrel in the tree on the other side of this seven-foot tall fence because Noah really tried to jump over it. To our knowledge, neither of them has ever caught a squirrel. The closest they’ve gotten to catching anything was a cornered possum in our backyard who hissed so fiercely that Nika backed away and we grabbed her collar and pulled her onto the porch.

We aren’t sure what either of them would do if they actually caught a squirrel. Maybe they would try to make friends with it. Or maybe their natural instincts would kick in and that would be it for the squirrel. What is certainly true, though, is that for these two dogs – for many dogs we encounter at the park –  squirrel is at the top of the list of human words that they understand.  The second word in that lineup is treat. The third word in the lineup is park – as in dog park.

We aren’t sure of the rest of the words. Perhaps our next experiment with human language will involve the word, synchro!

We’ll report when we know!

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Today at 3 PM eastern time, Kate Couric’s show is on reincarnation. Authors and past life researchers Carol Bowman, Brian Weiss, and Robert Snow will be among the guests. Carol is the author of two classic books on reincarnation – Children’s Past Lives and Return from Heaven; Brian Weiss wrote Many Lives, Many Masters; and Robert Snow wrote Looking for Carroll Beckwith, one of the most compelling personal stories about reincarnation. Also present will be the Leniengers, whose son’s story may be the best evidence for reincarnation in the western world.