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Here’s a strange synchronicity that began as a dream. It comes from a non-fiction book, Man & Time, by British novelist and playwright J.G. Priestley. The author was promoting his new book in 1963 on the BBC, when he asked viewers for accounts of their precognitive dreams. He was deluged with nearly a thousand letters.

Here’s a summary of one of them, which I found in ONE MIND, by Larry Dossey.

One woman wrote she had told three people with whom she was eating breakfast that she had just dreamed that as they were finishing breakfast a farmer arrived with 33 eggs in a bucket. Later, as she was standing halfway up the stairs, three more eggs were handed to her That was her dream.

Shortly after the actual breakfast, a farmer arrived and handed her a bucket, which he said contained three dozen egs. She transferred them to a basket and paid for them. Minutes later, her husband told her that he had counted the eggs and there were only 33 of them, not three dozen.

While the woman was counting them for herself, she was called from below by an someone who met her halfway up the stairs. The person explained that three eggs had been mistakenly removed from the bucket, and then handed her three eggs.

Priestly wrote: “Thirty-three and then three eggs in the dream; 33 and then three eggs in the real event. You can call it coincidence just as you can call it boojum or anything else….But if you stop clinging to coincidence and try explaining this trumpery affair, you might shatter one kind of world.”

As Dorsey noted: “The replacement for that shattered world is one in which linear time is no longer a tyrant, and causes do not always precede events.”

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As an addendum, I read a rambling psychological study of the people who answered Priestley’s request for examples of precognitive dreams. The writer, psychologist Katy Price, in her conclusion notes that she has never had a precognitive dream. Interestingly, Priestley in his book says this about psychologists:

“And it does not surprise me that experimental psychologists—some of them attempting to deal with the psyche as if it were a lump of sodium—do not have precognitive dreams: Their minds are made up against them.”

I’m not sure that is the case for this psychologist. It’s hard to tell what Price thinks about precognitive dreams, since she seems most interested in categorizing and quantifying the results of Priestley’s call for precognitive dreams. She did make one interesting observation when she said that Priestley is not a scientist so he has more freedom to pursue matters that extend beyond the acceptable margins of science.

Here’s an interesting UFO – or orb – video. If it’s fake, someone went to quite an extent to match the background voices with what the camera is showing. Pretty impressive, IMO.

Remember the movie Zorba the Greek with Anthony Quinn? Even if you don’t recall the particulars, you probably remember the dance on the beach. Well, here’s a flash mob doing that dance. It’s wonderful!

Last month we posted a peculiar story about a train and the attempt to avoid a psychically predicted crash by changing the train’s number. We found the story in Coincidence: A Matter of Chance or Synchronicity, by Brian Inglis, which was first published in 1990, then re-published in 2012.

In the aftermath, I posted the following quote from Inglis’ book on a synchronicity Facebook page: “Life is full of coincidences, some are minor, but often, like the one above (about the railroad engine), they are extraordinary. Whether they are random events or meaningful cosmic moments which have a purpose, we don’t know—it remains a mystery. But what is certain is, a lot of people have them, and they never cease to amaze us.” – Brian Inglis

A couple of minutes later, JY, a British woman, responded this way: “The biggest trauma of my life occurred when I left someone called Brian for someone named Inglis .. And I’m currently living with a Rob MacGregor as a result of that choice … I guess even that could be a synch.”

She went on to say her housemate’s name is Rob Roy…as is mine. Then she added: “My first date with Inglis was to see the film Rob Roy (MacGregor), who my housemate is supposedly descended from.

A serial synchro there. Now about the Wailing Wall.

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We recently came across another older synchronicity book, Small Miracles: Extraordinary Coincidences from Everyday Life, by Yitta Halberstam and Judith Leventhal, published in 1993.

The book, according to the introduction, is a collection of stories of extraordinary coincidences in the lives of ordinary people. Coincidences are small miracles that can awaken us “to the rich promise of a bounteous universe and the splendor lying dormant within your soul. Coincidences are everywhere and can happen any time. When your soul is ready, they will come. All that is required is that you open your heart.” (p.xiii)

The writers seem quite religious in orientation, at one point quoting Doris Lessing: “Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.” Nice one. That said, we would hope that the writers did not make up stories, because the one we’re about to relate is really, really extraordinary. Take a look…

“A young Jewish man, Joey Riklis, from Cleveland, Ohio, went to visit the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem after his father had died. His father had been a survivor of the Holocaust and was an ardent practitioner of his Jewish faith. Joey had rebelled against his father’s faith and the two of them had been alienated for some time.

“He was feeling guilt and remorse over his father’s death and blamed himself for it. Joey had traveled to India and done his share of guru in hopes of finding an alternative to his Hebrew religious heritage. But nothing truly satisfied or filled his spiritual longing. So he went to Israel to explore the heritage that he had formerly spurned.

“While there, he noticed people scribbling notes on small pieces of paper and inserting them into the crevices of the Wailing Wall. He asked a young man there what this was about and was told that they were petitionery prayers.

“People believed the stones were so holy that any requests placed inside of them would be especially blessed. So Joey decided to write his own petition, addressed to his father. He wrote, ‘Dear Father, I beg you to forgive me for the pain I caused you. I loved you very much and I will never forget you. And please know that nothing that you taught me was in vain. I will not betray your family’s deaths. I promise.’

“Joey searched for an empty crevice in the Wall to place his petition. There were notes crammed and overflowing all over the place. After an hour of trying to find an empty space he finally found a spot and inserted his small note into the crack. As he did so he accidentally dislodged another that had been resting there, and it fell to the ground.

“He bent down and picked it up and was going to put it back when he was overcome by a powerful impulse to open the note and read it, which he did. Here is what he read: My Dear Son Joey, If you should ever happen to come to Israel and somehow miraculously find this note, this is what I want you to know: I always loved you even when you hurt me, and I will never stop loving you. You are, and always will be, my beloved son. And Joey, please know that I forgive you for everything, and only hope that you in turn will forgive a foolish old man.” Signed, Adam Riklis, Cleveland, Ohio.”

Yeah, really astonishing. Joey, where are you? Please tell us that this really happened. I hope it did.

This story comes from our daughter, Megan.

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Megan has two part-time jobs – as an artist for Paint Nite and as a dog walker. Now she and a friend are starting up a business where they will find lost pets – with an emphasis on cats and dogs.

I’m not sure of all the details she and her partner have worked out, but I think it goes something like this: You’ve lost your pet. You contact Pet Finders, send them several photos of your animal buddy and they print up flyers and distribute them around the Orlando area. They post the photos on their Facebook page, through Twitter and other social media, and distribute to animal shelters, veterinarians, apartment buildings, in every restaurant and watering hole downtown, wherever necessary, and give you daily updates on the areas they have covered, any leads they’ve gotten.

In other words, they would do all the footwork. You, who have lost your pet,  probably work full-time, may have a family and a lot of obligations and don’t have the time you need to devote to the search. They would charge by the week or month for their service.

The logo they’re going to use is that of a terrier – probably this painting that she did of her former roommate’s dog, a terrier mix named Ollie. That’s Ollie to the right of the painting, probably wondering if he actually looks that colorful, with Megan behind him.

Oo the morning after she and her prospective new business partner met up to hash out some details, Megan headed out to walk some dogs. And there, in her front yard, was a lost terrier, who looked similar to this dog.

She picked up the little guy, looked at his tag, and realized the address was just down the street from her. So she walked over there with the terrier and the woman who answered the door was elated. She said her dog has been outside in the yard and had somehow gotten out.

“You guys aren’t going to believe the synchro I had this morning,” she said when she called.

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I think it’s a confirmation synchro – right business, good timing, ideal partner. After all, it wasn’t just a lost pet that turned up in her yard – but the type of dog they planned to use in their logo, and it had a happy ending!

She would really like a better name than what Rob and I gave her business – Pet Finders. She’s looking for pizazz, flash, alliteration, something that leaps off your tongue.

My question is this: will you also find lost animals like the one on this flyer in our local dog park?

This story about spirit communication came from Isabella Dove, whose daughter Naa’ila Gioia, passed away last year. Isabella was one of our early blogging friends. When we first met her, she and her daughter were living in Thailand, then moved to Laos. Naa’ila was the love of Isabella’s life. Isabella read a spirit communication story we posted on Facebook and after she read it, she emailed me.

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Hello Trish, this is the story.

Or one of the stories. There have been others but this one I feel has a huge meaning.

My daughter passed away on the 23^rd of October 2014. She was 11 years, 9 months and 9 days old. The day she died was the Diwali Festival, as they call it in India, the Festival of Lights. It’s a day when many people apparently wish they could pass away because the Festival of Lights represents the ultimate liberation from life’s burdens. It occurs every year around the end of October.

I was told that  in India some people who are on their way to other side, actually try to wait to pass away on that day. So when I was in India, people were telling me in how lucky she and I were that she passed on the day she did. She was freed from burden and went straight to the light and this has invaluable significance for my own karma.

We lived in Laos for 4 years so I organized a Theravada Buddhist ceremony at the main temple in Vientiane and decided to put her ashes in the wall of the temple, as per practice. So a plaque was needed.  The best way was for me was to keep it simple, creative and not too expensive. So I took the picture of her that I love with the writing on it (image above) went to a printing shop, and had it made on an acrylic support which would be covered with glass and sealed. Three more copies were made  as I wanted to keep one for me and I also sent one to my brother.

The post in Laos is reliable, yet you can never guarantee what happens. Anyhow, it cost me four times the price of the four acrylic 4 plaques to send them to Europe.  This was done around January 20, 2015. Since I couldn’t find any bubble protected envelope, I put the plaques in a simple envelope and thought I would be lucky if the package arrived at its destination in one piece.

I never really bothered to check but after about a month, my brother told me the package hadn’t arrived yet. Then, on March 10, 2015, he was writing me a happy birthday email and announced the package had arrived that very day, on my birthday. Like a present. 
So my lovely daughter’s presence was in both places at the same in Europe with my brother and with me in Thailand, wishing me a happy birthday!

I have other stories like this in my notebook. I also wrote a few posts on my blog. I am slowly getting my normal life back, but it will never really be normal again.

Lot of love,
Isabella

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We will be posting several more of Isabella’s synchros in the days to come. They are all stunning.

Over Rob’s birthday, we drove up to Orlando to celebrate with our daughter, Megan, and experienced a couple of synchros. That’s her backyard in the above photo.

On the night of Rob’s actual birthday – May 16 – we dined at an Asian place where everything was served as tapas – little plates of various types of food. Megan and her roommate, Erin, joined us. The meal was fantastic and we talked about the synchro weirdness of both Megan and Erin interning at Dolphins Plus in Key Largo. It’s an unpaid internship that accepts students from different colleges and backgrounds to spend a month at the facility for college credit. Megan and Erin attended different colleges but immediately found each other – a couple of Virgos –   and became fast friends. That was in 2008.

Fast forward six years. After college, Erin moved back to Orlando to live with her parents and applied for jobs at Sea World. Megan landed an internship at Disney to work with dolphins. She and Erin reconnected and realized their fascination with dolphins had continued. In late 2014, Erin’s parents made the down payment on a home on a lake and Megan moved in with her. Eight years earlier when we met Erin, who would have thought this?

Their house is next door to an elaborate home with a distinctive Mexican/Aztec theme. We’d heard that a couple of Mexican artists owned the place but had never seen anyone around except a landscaping crew. That night after dinner, Rob let the dogs out into the backyard and walked outside with them. When I joined him, he was standing at the fence, talking to Cicero and his wife, Q, the American artists who own the house and live most of the year in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.

Cicero used to be the art director at Disney and she was head of the arts and humanities department at an Orlando college. Both are retired, but had been visiting San Miguel since 1992, and are now permanent residents. Their home in Orlando is for sale and they plan to live permanently in San Miguel.

We must have stood at the fence for an hour, talking with this engaging couple about their lives as ex-pats in San Miguel. This old colonial city sits at about 7,000 feet and lies three and a half hours to the northwest of Mexico City. The cost of living is far less expensive than in the U.S., the weather is temperate – with only a few chilly days in the winter – and the ex-pat community comprises about ten percent of the population. The cultural arts scene is flourishing, with artists and writers flocking to the area.

I remember hearing about San Miguel when I was in college. Q described it as “a place where synchronous events happen constantly.”

“Great! A place where synchronicity is alive and well,” I replied.

“Are you familiar with Jung?” she asked.

“Definitely. Synchronicity is the kind of stuff we write about.”

After poking around on the Internet later that evening, researching the city and the area, Rob and I decided it would be an ideal spot to visit in the fall. So a casual meet and greet at the fence turned into a riveting conversation about synchronicity and Jung, art and writing, and San Miguel is now on our radar!

On August 11, 2015, Anne Strieber passed away after a long illness. She and Whitley were married for 45 years and were not only spouses, but creative partners as well. In 1998, she founded Unknown Country as Whitley’s World, then changed the name in 2001 and expanded it to include what she called, “the credible edge of science and reality.” She was the managing editor until January 2015.

In addition, Anne edited all of Whitley’s books, published The Communion Letters, a compilation of hundreds of letters Whitley received after Communion was published, and wrote three novels. She was also active on Dreamland, the popular podcast she and Whitley started in 2004. It was through the podcasts that we got to know Anne.

Rob and I had been following Whitley Strieber’s career since the late 1980s, when we both read Communion, but didn’t have the pleasure of “meeting” him or Anne until my novel, Esperanza, was published by TOR/Forge,  Whitley’s publisher for many of his books. My editor, Beth Meacham, also edited Anne’s three novels and she was kind enough to send my novel to Whitley and ask him to give Esperanza a blurb. I was thrilled that he did and I emailed him, thanking him, and from then on, the Striebers and the MacGregors enjoyed an erratic email exchange. They felt like family.

When our first two books on synchronicity were published- 7 Secrets of Synchronicity and Synchronicity and the Other Side– the Striebers invited us to be guests on Dreamland several times. If I recall correctly – this was in 2011- the shows were divided into two 30-minute segments. The first segment for the show in March 2011 was for the general listening audience and the second segment was for subscribers to Dreamland.

In one of the shows, Anne interviewed Trish about synchronicity and she was a lively, knowledgeable and insightful interviewer. Not surprisingly, she had experienced synchros herself numerous times and shared some of them during the interview. I think that Whitley interviewed Rob for the subscriber section of the show. At any rate, after the show had aired in late March 2011, Anne forwarded some emails she’d received from listeners who had experienced synchros during the show and suggested that I write them if we wanted to use the material on our blog. One of the most intriguing was from Matt.

After Aliens in the Backyard was published and then The Synchronicity Highway, we were on Dreamland multiple times, sometimes interviewed by Whitley, other times by Anne, and sometimes by both of them. I was always blown away by the depth and breadth of Anne’s knowledge not only about the visitors, but about their connection with dead. She understood  the MO of these visitations, perhaps even better than Whitley.  If you put the name Strieber into the blog’s search box, you’ll see the various posts we’ve done over the years about them and their work. The range of topics is breathtaking.

One of the best spirit communication stories we’ve heard came from Anne. It was about how a pair of green tweezers was the object that the spirit of their friend, author Margo Adler, used to communicate with them.

Wednesday afternoon, shortly after hearing about Anne’s death, we experienced something very unusual, which we attribute as a salute from Anee from the other side!

We had received an email from “Sandy,” the retired veterinarian with whom we did one of the Dreamland shows, telling us that Anne had passed on. I immediately wrote Whitley about how sorry we were to hear the news and lit a candle for Anne to illuminate her journey into the afterlife. But I told Whitey I suspected that Anne was the one lighting up the afterlife.

We exchanged several emails and while I was writing the one below, an incredibly strange thing happened. First, that email:

Thank you for letting us know that she died peacefully. If we can do anything to help out, in any way, please let us know.

I had just typed the word  know and suddenly, in our family room, which is directly off of our offices, there was a tremendous explosion and a brilliant flash of light. The explosion sounded like a transformer does when it blows, except it was inside the house, within a few feet of our respective doorways. Rob and I shot to our feet. We thought the air conditioning or the TV had blown out –even though it wasn’t on. Our dog, Noah, stretched out on the living room couch, was startled out of a sound sleep. Besides the flash and the explosive sound, there was no black out or brown out. Not even a flicker on our computer monitor. Rob turned on the TV to make sure it hadn’t blown. It was fine, and didn’t even need to reboot. We checked the entire house but didn’t find anything broken or blown out, not even a light bulb.

We think it was Anne, making her presence known.

I finished my email to Whitley and sent it off: As I am writing this, there was suddenly a huge bang inside the house, in the family room next to our offices.  No apparent cause. A transformer explosion type of noise. Anne is already stirring things up!

Whitley replied quickly:

She sure as hell is. She is here, you better believe it!

I will be asking you to do a brief remembrance on Dreamland. We will get the memorial program running soon. She had a list of people she wanted on that program, and you guys are on it.

We’ve had a few poltergeist experiences in the past, but never anything like this, never something this immediate and mind-blowing and synchronous. It seems that Anne Strieber, whose presence in physical reality was so powerful and transformative, is now a force to be reckoned with on the other side as well!

We’re eager and honored to be a part of her remembrance of Dreamland.

Today, August 11, the largest planet in our solar system enters the sign of Virgo, where it will be until September 9, 2016. In astrology, Jupiter is known as the great benefic – i.e. it symbolizes good luck, abundance, expansion (and excess), optimism. It rules publishing, foreign travel and cultures, religion and philosophy, higher education, abstract thought, sports, animals, our ideology and worldview.

If you’re a poker player, Jupiter is your royal straight flush. If you’re a nomad, Jupiter is your free ticket to exotic ports of call. If you’re applying to college/grad schools, Jupiter is your ticket into the program of your choice. If you’re a writer, Jupiter’s energy gets you published. You get the idea here.

In Roman mythology, Jupiter was the sky god, Mr. Supremo, and his equivalent among the ancient Greeks was Zeus. In other words, he was the big dude.

All of us have Virgo somewhere in our charts. If you know your time of birth – from mom or dad, a relative, sibling, or from your birth certificate, go here to get a free chart. If you don’t know your time of birth, use noon. So what can you expect during this transit?

Well, if you’re earth sign Virgo or have a Virgo moon or Virgo rising, then certain facets of your life are likely to explode wide open. Wherever you have placed your attention and focus will suddenly expand in ways you probably haven’t even anticipated. You fall in love, get married, have a child. Your novel or screenplay is purchased, you become a travel writer and a professional globetrotter, you land the part in a movie that’s a career game changer, you’re promoted, get a substantial raise, you move…You experience pivotal life events.

If you’re a Capricorn or a Taurus, then your life is also impacted in a positive way because Jupiter is forming a harmonious angle to your sun sign. If you’re a Cancer or a Scorpio, Jupiter has some gifts for you because it’s forming a beneficial angle to your sun sign. Even water sign Pisces, the polar opposite of Virgo, benefits but with some challenges. The air signs – Gemini, Libra, Aquarius – are beneficiaries of this transit, too, in spite of Jupiter forming challenging angles to your sun sign.

That’s the oxymoron with Jupiter’s transit through any sign, even Virgo. Everyone benefits, but in different ways. Pisces and the air signs may experience the excess part of this transit – weight gain, more work responsibility, more family obligations, more financial obligations. But one way or another, you can make this transit work for you by going with the flow – whatever that flow is for you.

If you have  other planets in Virgo, then as Jupiter approaches a conjunction with these planets, you benefit. In my own family, our daughter is a triple Virgo – sun, moon, and Mars, and Rob is a triple earth sign – sun and rising in Taurus, moon in Virgo. I have a moon in earth sign Capricorn and a rising in water sign Scorpio. This means that each of us will experience the expansiveness of Jupiter in different ways.

In the following section, I have laid out the meanings of each planet. When Jupiter forms an angle to any of these planets, the expansion will occur according to the nature of the planet that is impacted. If the planet governs your sun sign, Jupiter’s benefits are even more powerful.

Sun – the ego, will power, your creative thrust in life. Rules Leo.

Moon – your inner world, emotions, intuition, how you nurture and are nurtured, the nurturing parent. Rules Cancer.

Mercury – communication, travel, contracts, your conscious mind, writing, teaching, your intellect. Rules Gemini and Virgo.

Venus – romance, artistic ability, material resources, earning capacity, spending habits, sociability. Rules Taurus and Libra.

Mars – your physical energy, sexuality, dynamic expression, athletics, competitive spirit, action, the individuation process. Rules Aries, co-rules Scorpio.

Jupiter- luck, expansion, the higher mind, higher education, publishing, foreign travel and cultures, achievement, prosperity, worldview, spirituality. Rules Sagittarius, co-rules Pisces.

Saturn- responsibility, discipline, limitations, restrictions, structure and foundation, physical reality. Rules Capricorn.

Uranus – your individuality, breaks with tradition and old pattern, sudden disruptions, genius, revolution. Rules Aquarius.

Neptune – your visionary self, illusions, what’s hidden, the paranormal, imagination, dreams, artistic inspiration, flashes of insight, mystical tendencies, all forms of escapism. Rules Pisces.

Pluto – transformation and regeneration, redemption, power, transcendence, the afterlife, good and evil. Rules Scorpio.

Jupiter takes 12 years to circle the zodiac. So for some hint of what this transit may mean for you, look back to the 13 months between August 2003 to late September of 2004. What was going on in your life then?

Lake Worth bridge across the Intracoastal Canal

Today as I was headed out to run errands, our neighbor, Annette, was in her driveway. She and her family had just gotten home from the beach and were unloading their car. She waved her arms and called, “I’ve got a synchro, Trish!”

So, of course, I stopped. We’ve posted a number of her and her family’s synchros over the years and they’re invariably good ones. I lowered my window, eager to hear this one.

“A beach synchro?” I asked.

“Only that we were coming back from the beach. A front was moving in. The sky was getting really dark and ominous, thunder rumbled in the distance, and it was starting to rain. We were coming across Lake Worth bridge, where there’s some construction going on, and we spot a pair of tall cranes on the bridge. Maddie (her daughter) points at the cranes. ‘Do you think lightning ever strikes those things?’

“Seconds later…and I mean seconds, that was all…there was a tremendous boom that woke Fergie (her dog) out a sound sleep in the back seat and she crawled between the seats and into my lap. The flash of light was so bright it briefly blinded us. We realized lightning had struck the crane. We were stunned, just stunned.”

“Maddie experienced a precognition!” I exclaimed. “A synchro about a future event.”

Mulling this over later, I thought of the adage, “Lightning strikes.” It’s often used when people experience sudden good luck that usually involves money, and wondered if there was another layer to this precognition.

Annette and her husband are seeking a settlement that relates to the housing meltdown of 2007, when banks were involved in mortgage derivatives that resulted in numerous foreclosures in South Florida and left many homeowners bewildered about who owned the mortgage on their home. I think this lightning precog bodes well for their settlement!