Reno Air Crash

Posted on September 19, 2011 by Trish and Rob

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zejdh6Ab478&feature=player_embedded

Earlier this week, I spoke to our friend Lynn Gernon, who is married to Bruce Gernon, Rob’s co-author of The Fog. She said that she and Bruce were headed out to Reno for the airshow over the weekend.  So Friday I checked one of my online news sites and saw that a WWII, P-51 fighter plane had crashed into the grandstands at the Reno airshow.

I immediately thought of Lynn and Bruce. I scrolled through my cell numbers, couldn’t find Lynn’s number, and ran to the back of the house to get the number from Megan. She is working part-time at a business their daughter owns and had the number. I texted Lynn and was relieved to find out they hadn’t attended the air show today.

Here are the details. Around 4:30 PM Reno time,  the P-51 Mustang crashed into a box-seat area in front of the grandstand. It appeared that the pilot, 74-year-old Jimmy Leeward of Ocala, Florida, a veteran air man and stunt pilot, had lost control of the plane. Leeward was a stunt pilot for the movies Amelia and Cloud Dancer.

According to the Huffington Post, “the competition is like a car race in the sky, with planes flying wingtip-to-wingtip as low as 50 feet off the sagebrush at speeds sometimes surpassing 500 mph. Pilots follow an oval path around pylons, with distances and speeds depending on the class of aircraft.”

While reading about the disaster, I was struck by the name of Leeward’s plane, which may push this story into the realm of a global synchro: Galloping Ghost.

Why that name? If you’re  a stunt pilot, flying in risky air shows, why would you even dare to call your plane anything related to ghosts? Isn’t that like, well, tempting fate? Or did Leeward have some inking  of the future?

 

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An upside down synchro

Posted on September 18, 2011 by Trish and Rob

 

This synchro appeared as a comment by Jeff D’Antonio,   under a post about the nature of consciousness.   In case anyone missed it, we’re bringing it forward. It’s simple and to the point and may have an element of the trickster.

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Last night I was awakened in the middle of the night by a loud thunderstorm, as the remnants of Tropical Storm “Lee” made its way up into New England. Still half asleep, I looked at the clock, but because I was lying in bed at a weird angle, I saw the clock upside-down.

It was 3:37 AM. If you look at 3:37 on a digital clock upside-down, it looks just like…”LEE”. I chuckled, and thought of you guys.

 

 

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Nica, Nika

Posted on September 16, 2011 by Trish and Rob

On Labor Day, our daughter Megan and I  visited three local animals shelters in search of border collies, retrievers, or Australian shepherds who needed a home. She has been talking for some time about getting a dog of her own and Rob and I urged her to search the shelters first.

Our first stop was Animal Care and Control, the county shelter, a truly depressing place. The dog area isn’t air conditioned, although there are window fans that circulate the air. Many of the dogs didn’t have bedding, some didn’t have food or water in their bowls. Nearly every other dog was a pit bull – no puppies, just adult pit bulls whose sad eyes tell you a great deal more than you want to know about their lives.  Here, we spent some time in a greeting area with a pretty white dog that was part retriever.

We both felt bummed out when we left the shelter and drove out to a place called Peggy Adams, a private shelter that was the complete antithesis of the county shelter. Here, all the animals are kept in air conditioned quarters, a necessity with summer temps reaching into the high 90s. The dogs have ample room in their cages and are walked by volunteers. They all had fresh water and food in their bowls. They even had toys and beds to sleep in.

Megan had her eye on an Australian shepherd who was listed on the shelter’s website. She was gorgeous, just a year old, with the most beautiful blue eyes, a shiny multicolored coat and a sweet temperament. But she had been adopted already and her new owner was to pick her up in a few days.

From here, we moved on to another private dog rescue center. The facility sits on 28 acres and used to be a wildlife center where Megan had volunteered in high school. When we walked in the front door, there were five or six dogs lounging in the air conditioned lobby, all comfortably ensconced in doggie beds or on quilts/bedspreads. But the area where most of the dogs were kept was hot, crowded, and many of the cages had signs written in angry red letters: heartworms; aggressive; issues with children. I felt nauseated in here, just as I had in the county shelter. Megan asked about the border collie puppies  the center had posted on their website.

Since the place is staffed  by mostly volunteers, there had been a snafu in the record-keeping. It turned out that a black and white pup had been brought in with some German shepherd pups and was listed as male – but was a female. And she looked nothing like the shepherds. The volunteer said she was a border collie. We played with her outside, a rambunctious little thing and said we wanted to think about it. We took pictures. That night at the dog park, we showed the pictures to a woman who owns a border collie. Her take? Definitely a border collie.  “That white ring at the tip of the tail and those ears are the things to look for.”

The next day, we took Rob over for a look. Two days later, we brought her home.  Megan was juggling two names – Niki and Nica. “I’m leaning toward Nica,” she said.

Here’s the synchro: Nica is the nickname of my antagonist  in Esperanza, a book Megan hasn’t read. Yes, it’s possible she heard me toss that name around during random discussions and that it stuck in the back of her mind. But  I probably would have referred to this character by her full name, Dominica. She’s not a nice person. Well, she’s not even a person. She’s a ghost that has evolved over the centuries so that she’s able to seize living people in order to experience the full physical pleasures of being human. She commands the largest tribe of such ghosts in South America and she and her tribe have terrorized Esperanza for decades.

I cautioned Megan about naming her dog Nica. But Nica she is, although megan changed the spelling of her name to  NIKA. She’s a little lover, friendly to everyone, and a huge admirer of Noah, who steals her toys.  He’s a gentle 95-pound Golden Retriever and to her, must look like an Olympian god. The three cats are defining their borders with Nica. Here she is with Powder, who is bigger than she is.  Already Nica’s person is definitely Megan.

The difference in size is clearly depicted in the first picture, where Nika is curled up asleep against Noah. To give you some idea of how large Noah is, here he is chasing a squirrel and apparently figuring he can climb a tree.

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NASA Admits…

Posted on September 16, 2011 by Trish and Rob

NASA admits they don’t know what these “things” are. But it’s interesting that they admit there are “things” out there!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynDQDhtmoTs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Saying Goodbye

Posted on September 15, 2011 by Trish and Rob

I was at the kitchen table early one morning with the newspaper and a cup of coffee when Megan walked in and sat down. She started talking about her on-again, off-again relationship with her boyfriend. One day they’re great together; the next day it’s all over. He can’t talk about his feelings. She pushes too hard and he backs away. She ignores him and he comes chasing her. On and on.

I was just finishing the crytoquote of the day and had one word to go. I was staring at the paper as she talked. For some reason, I was blocked. I’d already told Megan a number of times that she should just cut him off and move on. The guy lives three hours away and doesn’t like to drive. He can’t seem to make up his mind about what he wants, except he doesn’t want her to join him and he doesn’t want to move here. What kind of relationship is that? So she knows what I think.

Megan was saying, “Things are different now. I’m more independent.” When I didn’t respond, she said: “Dad, what’re you doing?” I showed her the final word. It read: _ood_ye. Two letters missing. I just couldn’t see it.

She glanced at it and said, ‘Goodbye.’ Of course. How easy.  Why couldn’t I see it? Then I read the entire quote and was startled and so was Megan when she read it.

Here it is: A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it. – Helen Rowland

Megan nodded. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

And an early morning synchronicity, I thought.

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Whatever Happened to Empathy?

Posted on September 14, 2011 by Trish and Rob

One thing about election season in the U.S. is that it provides an inside look at what’s brewing in the darker pockets of America’s collective unconscious. And those dark pockets are profoundly troubling.

During the Republican debate on September 7, NBC host Brian Williams was addressing Governor Rick Perry about the number of executions in Texas: “Your state has executed 234 death row inmates, more than any other governor in modern times. Have you struggled to sleep at night with the idea that any one of those might have been innocent?”

The audience exploded with applause at the mention of the number of executions and again following Perry’s unabashed support for executing people.

“No, sir, I’ve never struggled with that at all. In the state of Texas, if you come into our state and you kill one of our children, you kill a police officer, you’re involved with another crime and you kill one of our citizens, you will face the ultimate justice in the state of Texas, and that is you will be executed.”

That phrase, ultimate justice, got the loudest ovation of the evening. Rob and I just looked at each other in disbelief. Gov.Perry, you might recall, preceded his campaign by sponsoring and leading a Christian prayer vigil in Houston’s Reliant Stadium. Hypocrisy anyone?

On September 12, during the CNN-hosted tea party debate, Wolf Blitzer posed a hypothetical situation to Ron Paul. You have a 30-year-old man who has a good job, but doesn’t have health insurance. He doesn’t want to pay the $200-$300 a month for major medical insurance. He gets sick, goes into coma, and needs extensive care. Who pays for his coverage?  “Are you saying society should just let him die?” Blitzer asked.

People in the audience shouted, “Yeah!”

Whatever happened to empathy and compassion? When did the hearts of Americans turn to stone?  How did a faction of this society become so cold-hearted that these questions  drew cheers?

Right now, fifty million Americans lacks health insurance and  1 in 6 Americans  – or 46 million – live in poverty.  And that lasts figure is undoubtedly much higher since the figures are based on the same standards used in the 1960s. According to the Census Bureau, the government safety-net programs – that the Republicans and tea party candidates hope to dismantle –  lifted nearly 25 million Americans out of poverty. Unemployment compensation put food on the table for 3.2 million Americans and Social Security kept 20.3 million out of poverty. Then there are Medicare and Medicaid, the medical insurance programs for the elderly and the poor that the Republicans hope to rip apart.

The real tragedy is that Perry, who is considered the GOP front runner, is actually too liberal for many of the tea party hard core believers. Can you just imagine this country if that group selects the Republican candidate and that person goes on to become president? Costa Rica, the country which has more American in residence than another other – except the U.S. of course – might get a new surge of ex-patriots.

And, hey Wolf Blitzer, where can you get major medical insurance for $200-$300 a month?

 

 

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A Spirit’s Ultimatum?

Posted on September 13, 2011 by Trish and Rob

This story initially appeared as a comment by Debra Page under another post. It’s such an unusual story that we brought it forward.

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Two summers ago, I was resting in the afternoon. Suddenly a man appeared in my room dressed in late 18th century clothes. He had shoulder length dark brown hair. He was very tanned. He said to me “Do something about the boys playing with the trees. Or I will.”

I was a bit shocked at being issued an ultimatum from a “spirit”. I said, “I will, but you have no right to harm them in anyway.” He disappeared. He was talking about the two teenaged boys who were living in our complex. They had been tearing off branches of 200 year old trees, climbing on fragile willows, and generally ripping up the landscape. The next day , our biggest, oldest willow  collapsed, split in two. We never saw the two boys again.

Historical research revealed that two men founded the area where our condos are built. They  named it “The Garden of Eden”. They loved the land here.  I don’t know if it was one of the two men who spoke to me, or a “spirit of the plants”. My husband and I refer to him as “The Caretaker.” He takes the proper care of the plants on the grounds here very seriously.

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What If…

Posted on September 12, 2011 by Trish and Rob

The other day, Rob, Megan and I were in the car, on our way home beneath a vast blue Florida sky.  So I asked one of those what if questions.

Me: “What if the sky suddenly filled with UFOs?”

Megan: “I’d lock myself in my room and seal up the house.”

Me: “But they might be friendly.”

Megan: “Yeah, they might be. But suppose they shot down beams of light and blew up the car in front of us?”

Me:  “Then we’d race home. So does it come down to the ET scenario – benevolent aliens – or the V scenario – the bad aliens?”

Rob, who hadn’t said anything to this point, jumped in. “There are so many possibilities. They might be from another planet, they might be us from the future, or they could be inter-dimensional beings. Or something else altogether. Whatever they are, that kind of event would change everything. It would be a global paradigm shift.”

Megan and I agreed.  Disclosure – by governments, by national security agencies, by whoever or whatever has maintained such a tight lid on the entire ET issue – would become irrelevant. If the leaders of countries announced that ETs were here, among us,  the impact wouldn’t be as powerful as millions of people seeing a sky filled with UFOs. That would be something that even skeptics couldn’t dispute.

I’ve often thought that popular culture is the collective unconscious of any society. The fastest way that ideas are spread, that they reach a tipping point, is through visual and social mediums – movies, TV, books, Facebook, Twitter. Was the black president in 24 the voice of the collective saying we were ready for a black president? Or was it a shade of precognition? Or both?

Take a look at the TVs and movies coming up during the rest of 2011:

Falling Skies, a Stephen Spielberg alien invasion for TV

Super 8: a Spielberg/JJ Abrams (Lost) alien invasion for movies

Battle: Los Angeles -pro–U.S.military invasion alien invasion

I Am Number Four – from James Frey’s YA novel, alien invasion

Cowboys and Aliens – a period piece, old West alien invasion movie

Monsters – romance/alien invasion

Skyline -human-tornado alien invasion

Men in Black III – the 3rd in the franchise

The Thing -prequel alien invasion

Battleship – childhood-toy alien invasion

Iron Sky – Nazis alien invasion

Then there are the classics like The X-Files, 4400, V,  Battlestar Galactica, all the Star Trek movies, Brother from Another Planet, Independence Day,  Paul, K-Pax, and, of course, ET. And there are  remakes of The Day the Earth Stood Still and War of the Worlds. I’ve probably left off a number of others.

The bottom line, though, is that in today’s world, the Internet provides us with more than just a cursory glimpse into Carl Jung’s collective unconscious. It IS the collective unconscious made conscious and visible. It’s as if TV, movies, books, and numerous websites are preparing us for something.

As we approached our neighborhood, Rob told Megan that when she was very small, she was afraid of aliens. Megan says she remembers coming into our room one night because she was scared about the aliens.

“Not your normal childhood fear,” I remarked.

“Uh, well, maybe that’s because you guys are weird. I mean, how many of my friends’ parents would be driving home and speculating about what we would do if the sky filled with UFOs?”

Properly humbled, Rob and I laughed and Megan leaped out of the car as though she couldn’t get away from us fast enough, but I could hear her chuckling.

 

 

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Book Review is spot on!

Posted on September 11, 2011 by Trish and Rob


Here’s an interesting British review of Synchronicity and the Other Side. We spotted it in a Google Alert.

 

 

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Did a little dog warn us about 9-11?

Posted on September 11, 2011 by Trish and Rob

In the summer of 2001, a woman holding a  small white dog stepped into an elevator at the Delray Racquet Club in Delray Beach, Florida. A man inside the elevator held it open for her. They were both headed to the same floor and she knew he lived down the hall.

As the elevator door closed, the man extended a hand toward the dog. A mistake. The little guy snatched the hand in its jaws and wouldn’t let go. The woman was terribly embarrassed. The dog never bit anyone before, she told the man as they reached their floor. He stormed down the hall holding his bleeding hand.

Fearful that the man was going to call animal control and that she would lose her dog, the woman decided to act quickly. She called the Delray police to report the incident herself.

Police officer Tom Quinlan answered the service call. “She was nervous and didn’t want to get her dog in trouble.” So Officer Quinlan went looking  for the man. “He answered the door,” Quinlin recalls. “He had his right hand wrapped up. But he said it was fine. He didn’t want to do anything about it.”

The woman was relieved. Her dog was safe. As the Palm Beach Post reported: “It seemed like one of those meaningless incident until weeks later, after a band of 19 suicide hijackers conducted a coordinated attack agains America on Sept. 11, 2001.”

In the aftermath, Quinlan found out the man bitten by the dog was none other than Mohamed Atta, the operational leader of the Al-Qaeda attack and the one who piloted the jetliner into the North Tower of the World Trade Center.

In an interview with the Post, Quinlan said: “When I was there that day, I could see into the kitchen. There were four or five guys sitting around the kitchen table and they were looking at a blueprint. I thought they must have been engineers.”

We can only guess why the little dog bit Atta, but we like to think that she sensed the man was up to no good, that she should do something to warn her master. The dog couldn’t talk so she did what came natural. She chomped on Mohamed Atta’s hand. His action got the police involved, but that’s as far as it went.

Some days dogs more aware than people.

 

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