TMU Time Machine: Alexa Blye: Flying Monkeys


Join Trish and Rob in the Time Machine for their July 2022 conversation with…

Alexa Blye is a California native, a Baby Boomer, and a family therapist living in Southern California with her Goldendoodle Penelope. Growing up, she was influenced by the social unrest and changes of the Sixties and has been a social justice advocate beginning when she was in middle school, then high school and college. Alexa went on to become a family therapist and ten years ago began specializing in working with survivors of narcissistic families – where one member— sometimes a parent, other times a sibling, still other times a spouse, suffers from narcissistic behaviors. The reality-bending gaslighting, manipulations, and isolation leave family members suffering from complex post-traumatic stress – often knowing something isn’t right, but they can’t put their finger on just what it is…after time, some members succumb to chronic self-doubt and must find themselves again. Though semi-retired, with a private practice in Southern California, Alexa continues to commit herself to making a positive difference in people’s lives.

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Creativity & Precognition

 

When Rob and I wrote 7 Secrets of Synchronicity in 2010, the 4th secret was called The Creative. The premise is that creativity lies at the heart of creativity. In our book about precognition, Sensing the Future, we have a chapter called Painting the Future, which is about how when artists, writers and other creative types are in their zones, what Stephen King calls “dreaming awake,” they often tune into the future.

Numerous examples exist. One of the best known involves Edgar Allan Poe and his unfinished novel, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym. In the novel, three men and a 16-year-old boy are adrift at sea in a lifeboat after being shipwrecked. The men on this lifeboat are desperate, hungry, on the brink of starvation. They decide to draw lots to determine which of them will be sacrificed to a greater good – killed and eaten so the others can survive. The cabin boy, Richard Parker, picks the short straw and is promptly stabbed and consumed.

In July 25 1884, some 47 years after Poe stopped working on the book, a 17-year-old cabin boy named Richard Parker, was killed and eaten in a similar incident. In real life, Parker was on his first voyage on he high seas. He’d boarded the Mignoette in South Hampton, England, & headed toward Australia. In the South Atlantic, the ship was struck by a hurricane and sank.

The survivors scrambled into a lifeboat with few provisions and 19 days out were in danger of starving to death. They discussed drawing lots to select who would be killed and eaten and settled on Parker who was delirious form drinking seawater. The group survived 35 days on Parker’s carcass. The specifics in this one are stunning.

On August 14, 1992, I mailed off my novel, Storm Surge, to my editor at Hyperion. In those days, yeah, snail mail. The story revolved around a category 5 hurricane – Alphonso – that slams into South Florida and devastates the coast. On the same day I mailed the novel, a tropical waved moved off the coast of Africa and 10 days later, it became the most powerful hurricane on record, at least up to 1992.

By August 24, about the time my editor was reading the novel, that tropical wave became Hurricane Andrew. At one point its winds were estimated to be greater than 200 mph. It slammed into Homestead, Fl as a cat 5 hurricane with a central pressure just below 922 millibars.

The precognition is striking in several ways. In fiction and real life, both hurricanes were the first named storms of the season and began with an A. Both were cat 5 storms with tightly compacted eyes rather than sprawling messes that covered the entire estate. In the novel, the hurricane struck Miami and Miami Beach were obliterated. In actuality, Andrew destroyed Homestead, just south of Miami. The synchronicity really disturbed me so I decided not write about hurricanes again. I did, but that’s another story and another synchronicity.

This evening, I ran across an article in The Guardian about a novel Hothouse Earth
by Bill McGuire, a professor emeritus of geophysical and climate hazards at University College London. The article points out that McGuire believes we have passed the moment of no returnwhen it comes to climate change. “The crucial point, he argues, is that there is now no chance of us avoiding a perilous, all-pervasive climate breakdown. We…can expect a future in which lethal heatwaves and temperatures in excess of 50C (120F) are common in the tropics; where summers at temperate latitudes will invariably be baking hot, and where our oceans are destined to become warm and acidic. A child born in 2020 will face a far more hostile world that its grandparents did,.”

The article disturbed me for many reasons. Even though McGuire is more extreme in his views than his colleagues., he’s clear about his beliefs. “I know a lot of people working in climate science who say one thing in public but a very different thing in private. In confidence, they are all much more scared about the future we face, but they won’t admit that in public. I call this climate appeasement and I believe it only makes things worse. The world needs to know how bad things are going to get before we can hope to start to tackle the crisis.”

So this brings me to White Crows,  a group of people in 2141 who live in a huge dome because the world outside is so toxic. Crows have extraordinary abilities but are outnumbered by Normals, who keep them drugged and enslaved. A group of Crows escape to Tango Key in the 21st century to seize it for themselves. The parallels between their world in the 22nd century bears uncanny parallels to McGuire’s views. It feels like another precognition that came through the writing of fiction.Eerie.

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Hooked on Gray

Look around on your daily journeys and notice the profusion of the color gray. Why so many gray cars now, why so many new houses painted gray, and older houses repainted in the drab color? Why so many gray vinal plank floors and gray walls and even gray refrigerators in new houses?

In The Rainbow Oracle, a book I co-authored with Tony Grosso many years ago, we defined gray as a word that symbolized confusion, disorientation, depression, a lack of understanding. Gray has been cast in such undertones for centuries. In fact, it can be seen in Homer’s The Illiad and the Odessey, believed written in the eighth century B.C., and considered the oldest known example of Western literature. In The Odyssey, Odysseus is searching for a way back home to Ithaca but he is enmeshed in gray-colored confusion as one event after another work against him.

In an article in the Internet Public Library,  the writer notes the gray coloring of The Odyssey and then jumps to the year 2000 superhero movie, Unbreakable, starring Bruce Willis and Samuel Jackson where gray appears in multiple scenes. For example, gray dominates as David, the man who survived a train crash in which everyone else died, walks away from the hospital. He has plenty of reason to feel confused and disoriented as he searches to discover his destiny.

But beyond literature and movies, why are we seeing gray everywhere? Why do gray cars attract attention more than say silver cars? Could it be a sign of the times we are living in? A time in which there is great confusion and divide among people as to the very nature of our reality. How could so many people believe things that don’t make sense to so many other people?

Trish would be happy to tell you which side is right and which is stupid and uninformed but that’s not my point. I’m more interested here in the overview of confusion and disorientation that prevails when we have to watch what we say to both friends and strangers about certain subjects because there’s a chance that they believe the opposite of what you might say.

So we paint our lives in gray, the popular color of the day. But maybe it’s time to rebel against that color scheme and wave a silver banner. Some realtors and designers and others who deal with colored products have recognized that gray is dreary, not exciting, and its predominance in their industries make it feel as if gray is the color of fascism. So maybe it’s time to repaint out lives going forward into 2024, and go against the tide in a year that is likely to herald all that is gray in the political and social worlds.

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Happy New Year!

I sort of dreaded this Mercury retrograde – in two signs, Capricorn and Sadge. But today, Jan 1, Mercury turns direct at 10:08 p.m. ET and 7:08 PT, in Sagittarius.

So: snafus for me during the past 3 weeks? Well, we drove to Ga to spend the holiday with my brother in law and my sister’s large family. Between them, 5 kids with families, partners. The reunion was terrific. It has been more than 6 months since Mary’s sudden passing. There  was only one instance where Mary’s oldest and second sons – Ardon and Avery- felt so deeply emotional they came out onto the porch, where I was tossing a ball to Nigel.

The trigger? Ardon’s wife, Kerri, had several toys made for the kids from a couple of Mary’s articles of clothing. There’s something visceral about this, something that grabs your heart and squeezes until you cry. For me, that moment came when Megan handed me a gift – a painting she had done of Mary and I. Everyone in that room got such a painting, all done from photos Meg had asked for.

Neal took one look at his and headed for the bedroom, where he placed the painting on a dresser where he would see it daily. Mine now hangs on our living room wall, above a painting Megan did of me from a photo when I was, hmm, maybe 20. These paintings were why we ended up taking two cars to Marietta. Meg wanted to finish them before she left, so she arrived in  Marietta around two a.m., about three hours after we did.

There were moments when I felt Mary around. It wasn’t as immediate as this summer, with the hummingbird that flew so close to me I  could see the color of its eyes. But the day before we left, Megan and I drove to Ashton’s tattoo shop in Atlanta  and got our hummingbird tattoos. It’s my first, on my right forearm, and it didn’t hurt!

Megan also gave me a hummingbird feeder and I think I’m going to hang it in the mango tree just outside my office window. I’m told I should get nectar for it.

So I’m going into the new year – 2024!!- with the joy a hummingbird represents and the access it provides to the ones I love, living, dead, in between.

Happy New Year to everyone!

 

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The Mystical Underground

 

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RANDOM ACTS

 

We drove to Marietta, Georgia over the holidays to sped Christmas with my sister’s husband and family. The drive back non the 28th was a nightmare of traffic, with two accidents on I-75 that necessitated taking back roads to get around them. When we finally reached a rest stop, we were out of water, snacks and patience. I made a beeline for the machines and found that most of them were empty.

I found the one machine that still had water and soda and got out my dollar bills. But the machine refused to take them. I kept turning the bills this way and that and smoothing them out to try again. Suddenly, this man comes over, taps a card against the payment window. “Help yourself,” he says.

I thanked him, punched the button for the water, and the bottle tumbled out. I turned to hand him my $3, but he already had disappeared into the crowd. So even in a world that seems more divisive daily, random acts of kindness still happen.

 

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Trish MacGregor: Star Power For Janurary 2024

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Happy Holidays from the MacGregors to All of You!

This year, we’ll be spending the holiday with my sister’s family in Marietta, Georgia. On December 6, it will be six months since my sister Mary died suddenly and unexpectedly of strep. None of us want her husband, Neal, to spend Xmas without our rowdy bunch. Mary’s  oldest son, Ardon and his family are coming in from London. Avery and his wife are coming in from Chico, California. Ashton and his fiancee live just south of Marietta and will be there, too. Neal’s daughter, Casey will arrive from wherever her nomadic soul has taken her and his son, Cody and his wife and 3 daughters have arrived already  from Singapore.

That’s a lot of humans in one house so we’re getting a nearby pet friendly airbnb. Nigel and Megan’s pooch, Riley, will join us.

We hope your holidays and new year are spectacular!

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IMMUNITY FOR LIFE?

 

Should anyone who has been a US president be granted immunity for life?
That’s what trump’s attorneys are arguing.

So think about that. Lifelong immunity from prosecution means you can do any damn thing you want without fear of ever being held accountable for it. You can shoot someone on 5th Avenue, trigger an insurrection, try to convince your VP not to certify election result, make a frantic call to the Georgia Secretary of State and instruct him to hold a new election or find those 11,600 votes he needs to win your state.

In watching trump’s legal nightmares unfold, in a judicial system that’s supposed to be equal for everyone, I’m shocked by the preferential treatment he gets. Any other person would have been jailed at the first violation of the gag order.

Just how is all this going to play out, anyway? Unprecedented territory: that’s what the news says constantly. But they’re right. Nixon brought us to that place. From Wikipedia:

Proclamation 4311 was a presidential proclamation issued by President of the United States Gerald Ford on September 8, 1974, granting a full and unconditional pardon to Richard Nixon, his predecessor, for any crimes that he might have committed against the United States as president. In particular, the pardon covered Nixon’s actions during the Watergate scandal. In a televised broadcast to the nation, Ford, who had succeeded to the presidency upon Nixon’s resignation, explained that he felt the pardon was in the best interests of the country and that the Nixon family’s situation was “a tragedy in which we all have played a part. It could go on and on and on, or someone must write the end to it. I have concluded that only I can do that, and if I can, I must.”

I remember that day, remember watching it on TV, Nixon doing his silly salute and then disappearing into a plane.

The difference here is that trump hopes that by playing the victim being persecuted by “the radical left” he’s doing it so that we, the voting public out here, won’t have to. Odd, coming from a man known mostly for his orange hair and his narcissism and oh, drink some bleach, it will take care of Covid.

As Trump’s dictatorial rhetoric becomes more frequent and vile, I get texts and emails from friends who are freaked out and depressed about this. The men who wrote the constitution, those founding fathers, never anticipated someone like trump. And that left huge holes in the laws that govern this democracy. That’s the kind of territory we’re in. Democracy is on the line.

I’ve never understood Americans who support this bozo, especially now. Do they all have daddy issues? Do they all need a father figure who dictates what they can do, say, how they can live? One woman with whom I grew up in Venezuela chastised me for criticizing trump. So I asked her, Do you prefer to live under a Trump dictatorship?

Yes, she replied, and we haven’t spoken since.

What am I missing here about the human psyche?

Maybe trump’s greatest gift is his ability to brainwash the populace by using the rhetoric dictators have used with great success. Hitler, Mussolini, Pinochet, Chavez… I’ll save you from the deep state by letting them come after me instead of coming after you…

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BEOWULF

 

I’ve written about Beowulf before. Some years ago, my sister Mary took him in with his two feral brothers. For years, Beo and his bros lived in Mary and Neal’s massive cellar (in Georgia,) where there are windows and eaves and furniture. They were terrified of people. But in 2020, when I visited her during during Covid, she asked me to adopt one of these guys. So down into the cellar I went.

The cats were hidden. I found a container of treats and shook them. “Hey, guys, who wants to move to Florida?”

A gorgeous black and white cat peered out at me from behind a couch. I crouched and shook some treats into my hand and set them on the floor. The cat looked interested but wary. Yet, he strutted out and butted his head against my knee as if to ask, Hey, you a friend?

I stroked him, then he went over to the treats and gobbled them up. When he was finished, he returned to me for another head butt, then off he went into the secrets of the cellar. I snapped a photo of him and texted it to Mary, who had remained upstairs.

I want him.
That’s Beowulf!

She joined me in the cellar and he came out to greet her and she nodded. “I’ll drive him to Orlando in a couple weeks. Can you meet me there?”

So that’s what we did. And I called him Beo, for short.

He hated the carrier and complained about it for three hours during my drive back to S Florida the next day. As soon as I brought him into the house and released him, he took off and spent the next 10 days under a bed. Once he saw open doors and windows and realized he had the freedom to go out into the backyard, it was his favorite place to be. Eventually he got braver and ventured to the front yard, the driveway.

Now, nearly four years later, he’s still the most vocal cat I’ve ever had. When he has been in the house too long, he lets you know it and moves from room to room, complaining. If the weather is too hot or too cold or too wet, I keep him in. Or try to. But he’s a crafty guy and will dart through an open door before you even notice the breeze caused by his passage.

No cats or dogs roam this neighborhood at night. There’s no traffic. I don’t think he goes far. I suspect he sits in our front yard or our neighbor’s backyard, curled up somewhere in his freedom, and watches the light of the moon and stars. I may get him a GPS just to find out for sure.

His name is interesting and I don’t know why Mary named him Beowulf. I never thought to ask. Here’s what wikipedia says:

Beowulf is an Old English epic poem in the tradition of Germanic heroic legend consisting of 3,182 alliterative lines. It is one of the most important and most often translated works of Old English literature.

It’s believed the poem was written in the 8th century.

 

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