The Cross and Spirit Communication

Posted on February 7, 2013 by Trish and Rob

One of the most gratifying things for a writer is to discover that something you’ve written has enabled another person to gain insight into his or her life. That’s what happened when Lawrence from Liverpool wrote us this evening.  The sequence of synchros and spirit communication are stunning.

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Hello. My name is Lawrence, I’m from Liverpool, UK, and your book Synchronicity and the Other Side was itself at the centre of an astonishing sychronicitous series of events of my own, which I’m sure you’d like to hear about.  Unfortunately your synchronicity blog left me a little baffled as to where to post the story as comments under other items didn’t seem appropriate and other people’s comments were considerably shorter than my story. Hence I could only think to use your email address from your personal site.

I will simply copy and paste the tale as I reported it elsewhere….

2003, 18 months after my dad had died:

My father’s name was Gerry. Short for Gerard. He’d given my mother a cross, to replace a previous one, on a necklace chain. She knew it was still around her neck in her bedroom but became suddenly aware in the living room that it had vanished from the chain, and was distraught and tearful.

She’s wheelchair bound so there were only 3 rooms in which to search for it. And I searched every inch of floor on my hands and knees, including her bedroom and the bed itself. It was nowhere to be found. I did something unlikely…having recently read of such things, I privately addressed the air and “them”, requesting “they” please return the cross.

A few minutes later I walked back into her bedroom and there it was, right slap bang in the middle of the empty, plain tiled floor. This abbreviated version can’t convey the absolute certainty that this was not a case of just not noticing – like the glasses on top of your head or the pencil behind your ear – but that something truly startling had occurred with all the spectacle of a parlour trick.

2012:

On Monday of this week [10 December], 2 things happened. My mum, seemingly recovered a few days earlier from the confusions of another UTI, was suddenly fully back in a state of rambling dementia bordering on delirium, and referred, cheerfully enough, to my dad having been standing (when, she didn’t say) by her bedroom door and saying nothing. Secondly, that day I received in the post a book I’d ordered on a very specific subject that had interested me lately…the claim that synchronicity and multi-layered coincidences are organized and arranged by the “spirits” to prove they live on, and to guide you. (I was interested by the claim because I drown in such coincidences, especially in recent weeks, and its never appeared to have any meaning at all, much less involve the dead!) I was only a few pages in when I read this paragraph: (from Synchronicity and the Other Side)

Jeri Gerard recalls an encounter with a lost or trapped spirit in a house where she was living: “It was something very heavy and annoying that wanted my attention. One day, my favorite pen disappeared, a Cross pen, a gift from my mother. I knew that I had left it on the made bed, but it was no longer there. I searched the bed, then the room, then the house, Finally, I turned to the living room and fiercely ordered my pen to be returned. When I went back to the bedroom, it was precisely in the middle of the bed”.

It took a couple of reads for all the layers of this startling parallel to sink in. The incident, the location, the search, the process, the resolution…the emphasis on the pen being a “Cross” and the woman’s name: “Jeri Gerard” (Gerard being Lawrence’s father’s first name).  And all in a book about synchronicity.

To me this was jaw-dropping. I wrote it all down to someone I’d been corresponding with on the subject in the previous few days – the person who had first drawn my attention to the claim that these things are arranged by the deceased. Within half an hour of doing so…..

My mum – who knew nothing of any of this – became agitated and started demanding “the tin box”. There’s a tin box in her bedside drawer, but she hadn’t seen it for months, I keep nothing in it but old, nearly empty, tablet packets like Rennies or Paracetamol. Her state of mind being what it is she oughtn’t even know it was there, so surely was either rambling or meant something else?

But she got more and more agitated and demanding, so only getting this particular box out would placate her. She started rummaging through the contents as if searching for something and, with an expression that appeared to say “see!” and  pulled out…the chain with the cross on it. I had no idea that’s where it was these days. She offered no explanation, but was now satisfied and pacified, and we could now put it and the box back in the drawer.

Make of this what you will.

 

 

 

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Henry Comes to Say Good-bye

Posted on February 6, 2013 by Trish and Rob

Recently, we posted a spirit communication story involving a red cardinal that was sent by Sharon Catley of Canada. Here’s another one of her stories, but this one involves a cat.

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I’ve had a lot of cats in my life and although they were all special in their own way there was one cat with whom I had a very special bond. I had always wanted a brown tabby and we got Henry (named after my paternal grandfather) when he was just a tiny kitten.

He was scared of everything and I spent a lot of time trying to comfort him and make him feel safe. Over the years we became great friends. I loved the feel of his fat little body and his fur. Henry loved to eat and got very fat. He also was not that good with his grooming and had his own smell – not unpleasant just different. I loved Henry so much I wrote a song about him.

Henry was about 10 years old when tragedy struck our household. Unbeknownst to us at the time, the dry cat food we were feeding our cats was laced with melamine. You may remember this from the news. Several of our cats became sick and the vet couldn’t figure out what was wrong with them. He thought maybe a virus.  We lost four cats in all but they did not die at the same time. Two others got very sick but survived.

I held out hope for Henry as he was younger than the others and, of course, robust. He took to staying under the bed and we had to put food and water there for him. At this time I was staying in the city during the week and coming home on weekends.

My husband and I always had a goodnight call at 10 pm then I would get ready for bed. This particular night (a Thursday) I had just settled down to sleep when all of a sudden I smelled the Henry smell and felt his presence. He just was there (not visually) sitting on my chest just in front of my face. I can still remember what his fur felt like. Then he was gone.

I got up and called John, asking if Henry was okay because I thought he had just come to see me to say goodbye.  John said he was still in the same shape but alive.

The next day when John came to pick me up and take me home for the weekend he gave me a big hug and said,  “Last night when you called back at 11 pm Henry had just died. I did not want to tell you because you were alone so I waited until today.”

We both held each other crying. I said, “He came to say good-bye.”

Since then other cats have passed on and before or since Henry no one else came to say good-bye – only him. God Bless you, fat little tab!

 

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In case you slept through it…

Posted on February 5, 2013 by Trish and Rob

Our interview late, late last night on Coast to Coast is now posted on You Tube. Thank you, Charles Fontaine for the heads up!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufRuqbj9qDk

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The Aliens Are Back…

Posted on February 4, 2013 by Trish and Rob

Today marks the official pub date for Aliens in the Backyard. We’re excited about this book for a number of reasons. While the topic of alien abductions has been around for a few decades now, we take an approach that is distinct and unique.

In essence, Aliens in the Backyard is our third book on synchronicity, following The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity and Synchronicity and the Other Side. We haven’t  seen any books that take a close look at the abundance of meaningful coincidences that often occur in the aftermath of UFO encounters or abductions. For Charles Fontaine, one of the four experiencers whom we focus on, such synchronicities were startling, mind-blowing. They also led him to us.

Beyond synchronicity,  we uncovered a specific type of psychic ability that many abductees and experiencers developed in the aftermath of their encounters. We call them ‘planetary empaths.’  They are so attuned to the planet that hours or days before a planetary disaster – earthquakes, tornadoes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis and even man-made disasters like 9-11- they experience a wide variety of physical symptoms and know that something big is coming.

We also explore the possible connections between an American naval base in the Bahamas known as AUTEC – Atlantic Undersea Test and Evaluation Center – and USOs – unidentified submerged objects – and the Bermuda Triangle. We have stories from people who worked at AUTEC about some of the incredible things they experienced. We’re also the only UFO investigators who actually talked to the commander of AUTEC about UFOs…and that was another synchronicity.

We started out the book  in a way that might surprise some readers in that the first chapter deals with a trip to an island in southern Chile to investigate a ghost ship, the Caleuche. The legend of the Caleuche, which many islanders believe are based on real experiences, is closely linked to the abduction phenomenon in that the mysterious ship is manned by a crew of brujos, or witches, who abduct islanders.

Besides Charles Fontaine’s dramatic story that take place in Quebec, we follow the story of pilot Bruce Gernon, who was pursued by a ‘cloud’ while flying through the Bermuda Triangle. We also write about Connie Canon’s experience with aliens on a military base, and Diane Fine’s story of losing a baby during an apparent abduction.

While many serious books about ufology avoid the topic of abductions and rarely mention synchronicity, we pursue both topics with a  sense of adventure. While the ‘old hippies’ of ufology might shrug and say, ‘Oh, another book about abductions…ho hum,’ we think we’ve written something unique. We think we have a winner!

Oh, another reason we’re psyched about Feb. 4 is that it’s the fourth anniversary of our blog!

Tonight we’ll be on Coast to Coast AM from 11 PM – 2AM pacific coast time. Here on the east coast, that translates to 2-5AM on the morning of February 5. Bring on the coffee!

Here are the links for Amazon Kindle and the trade paperback. Click here for an excerpt.

 

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January 2013 Sightings

Posted on February 3, 2013 by Trish and Rob

Here’s a compilation of videos of UFOs taken in January 2013. Some of these are very strange.

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Who are ‘they?’

Posted on February 2, 2013 by Trish and Rob


After reading Trish’s conversation with Nancy Atkinson about synchronicity and related matters posted here Jan. 28, I was reminded of the e-mail conversations I’ve had with Charles, who we wrote about in the Quebec Encounter series here and who is featured in Aliens in the Backyard, our latest take on synchronicity.

In the aftermath of his dramatic UFO experience, synchronicities were so rampant that he went to a bookstore in Montreal one day and found a book on the subject. A few days later, he Googled the term UFOs and synchronicity and ended up on a blog that featured a UFO  illustration with beams of light that was very similar to what he saw behind his house. Then he noticed an image of  The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity at the top of the blog and realized we were also the authors of the book he was reading. Another synchronicity. And he knew he had to contact us about his story.

The synchros have continued in Charles’ life and he has repeatedly referred to ‘them,’ the ones creating these synchros. He seems to see it as an outside force that is directing him on a path and off his old mainstream path. He repeatedly wonders who ‘they’ are and why they are doing this to him. That said, he has settled into his new perspective on life and is more and more comfortable with it. But there is always that question about ‘them.’

At first my thought was, ‘Charles, they are you. You  are the one creating these experiences, at least a deeper part of yourself.’ Then after a recent comment from him, again wondering about who ‘they’ are, it occurred to me that possibly I knew who they were. I’ve met them, at least my own version of ‘them.’

It happened in May 1975, the night of the full moon on Mykonos in the Greek Isles. I was staying on a beach where travelers from many countries rested for days or weeks sometimes. It was cheap, comfortable and beautiful. You could stay in a room with electricity and a bed for $1 a night or stay for free camping in one of the row of stone huts that provided no amentities. There was a restaurant, bathrooms and showers (10 cents a shower!) I was on a long trip with a limited budget so I stayed in one of the huts.

During that time, I spent a great deal of time with people who spoke English as a second language and used the language as a common denominator. In order to be better understood, I slowed my English and inadvertently started adopting a  ‘broken English’ lexicon myself to the point that other Americans and British nationals joining us would assume I was maybe Scandinavian or German. They would even sometimes mention they were quite surprised by my grasp of English. I knew all the words! Duh!

One of those Americans on the beach who never figured out I was a compatriot was not very well liked. He was a hustler and a braggart and a liar. Totally wrapped up in his ego and he was convinced I was after his girlfriend, a Swedish woman. He also sold LSD on the beach and one evening at dinner he slyly stuck a double dose of it into the rice dish I was eating.

Within an hour my mind felt as if it was being turned inside out. As someone coming of age in the U.S. in the late ’60s, I had experimented with LSD and quickly figured out what he’d done. But I also realized he’d given me an exceptionally high dose, and I knew I was in trouble.

I couldn’t be around people any longer. So I started following a path that led inland away from the beach. After about half a mile I came upon a dog on the trail, who I swear communicated telepathically and told me to sit – a command it had probably heard a few times. It was a good idea and I sat down next to the trail. (Fortunately, the dog left me alone and didn’t have any further commands, such as fetch.)

After that, things took an even stranger turn. I know that some people will think the ensuing events were simply hallucinations, an escape from reality. However, I found LSD to be the opposite, a dive into a deeper reality – for better or worse. In this case, I would barely survive the journey.

After a few minutes, I heard the clip-clop of hooves coming down the trail from in-land. What was coming now? I wondered. This was going to be interesting. Under the moonlight, an upright figure appeared. He had the face of man with a prominent nose and jaw, exaggerated features. He walked past me never pausing, a slight smile on his face. His thighs were furry. His feet were hooves and continued making the clip-clop sound as he walked around a rocky bend, and out of sight.

I felt as if I’d moved into another time or dimension. But my heart was pounding rapidly, even though I was sitting. I felt like I was in serious trouble, that I was close to death, that my heart my explode.  I struggled to survive by telling myself over and over that I wanted to live. I felt very near the edge.

That was when ‘they’ appeared. The moment I was aware of them, a great cheer went up. I heard or sensed the word FINALLY. As if I was finally aware of their existence and I knew I was one of them, but in a physical existence. They were a consortium or group of spirits working together. Somehow, I was with them and here in this world. I clearly remember them telling me that I needed to stop wandering around, that I had work to do. They said I would not only live, but I would go on to write many books and my writings would touch on mysteries in the larger sense of the word.  Much of this came to me as visions unraveling, as well as words. At the very least, I was hallucinating my future!

I stood up and walked back toward the beach. My thought was that my life would never be the same. That I had entered some sort of new reality. I wasn’t even sure what I would find when I returned to the beach. I left the beach soon after that, but not before giving the drug dealer a harsh tongue-lashing in very rapid American English that left him speechless.

I knew nothing at the time about the concept of spirit groups. But later I began seeing references in channeled material to spirits who worked collectively to achieve common goals. Probably the best known spirit group is called Abraham and speaks through Esther Hicks, who has written many books related to the laws of attraction. Abraham has described themselves as “a group consciousness from the non-physical dimension.”

All this occurred to me the other night when Charles wrote about how he had recently met another man who, like him, had experienced alien encounters. That happened in spite of the fact that Charles is secretive and hasn’t even told some family members what happened to him and his wife. Charles again wondered who they were, the ones leading him on this path. So it could be that ‘they’ are him, but much more than him.

 

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Coast to Coast AM

Posted on February 1, 2013 by Trish and Rob

We weren’t going to put up the cover for our new book until the official pub date, Feb. 4, but something a bit strange thing happened late last night. I went onto statcounter and found numerous hits on our websites and the blog, all from Coast to Coast AM, with George Noory.  They have their upcoming shows listed and Rob and I are scheduled for February 4-5, to talk about Aliens in the Backyard: UFO Encounters, Abductions, & Synchronicity. February 4 is the launch date for the book.

In essence, this is our third book on synchronicity, and possibly the first UFO tome that takes a serious look at the connection between the UFO phenomenon and meaningful coincidence. We have a more detailed post on the book coming up on the 4th, but since Coast to Coast put up the link, we thought we should mention it. If nothing else, new arrivals to the blog won’t think they’ve stumbled on a dog park blog!

We love this radio show and are delighted to be included. Years ago, we were on the show when Art Bell hosted it, and talked about a book on dreams we had co-authored.

This time, the topic is one about which we’re really passionate, and our venue is different. The book is being published by Crossroad Press, a new company owned by a couple of visionaries, David Wilson and David Dodd. Crossroad is bringing out our back list titles. This is our first original book with them and we’ll have links available soon for purchase from Amazon, B&N, and iTunes. It will also be available in print.

An excerpt of the book will be available in the pages section of the blog (up there at the top) in a few days. We thank all of you who have contributed to our knowledge about and insights into synchronicity.

Oh, one other thing. We noticed on Statcounter that Homeland Security came here from Coast to Coast. Very interesting that the government apparently thinks UFOs just might be a security concern in spite of the fact that they deny the existence of non-human visitors (or resident-aliens) of our skies.

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Dog Park Insights

Posted on January 31, 2013 by Trish and Rob

Today at the dog park, it occurred to me that the reason I write about dog park politics (aside from the human politics!) is that I’m fascinated by  what dogs reveal about human nature.

Here you see Cody, the husky, and Red, the hound, playing king of the mountain. Just moments before, these two dogs and Noah were trying to climb a tree where a squirrel chattered high in the branches. Moments after this picture was taken, Cody and Red were racing across the park with a young puppy, whom Cody subsequently took down, probably in the same way that wolves do in the wild- grab neck,  flip onto back, sever carotid. Except that Cody never bites down hard anything to sever anything. This is how some domesticated dogs play. By then, Noah was chasing a ball that Rob had tossed him. That’s how he plays- balls, Frisbees, toss, fetch, retrieve. But he does it in his own time, at his own pace, he can’t be rushed or pushed.

So I’m watching all this, taking it in,  and talking with Colleen, the official dog whisperer of the park (owns three dogs and usually brings two or three others to the park that she’s dog sitting) about her decision to move back to Michigan, where she’s from. If Colleen were a dog, she would be a younger version of her Belgian Shepherd, Thunder. He’s a big, gentle dog, more bark than bite. Everyone knows him. Every time he sees any dogs in his pack in disputes, he lumbers to his feet and hobbles toward them, his hoarse bark warning them to back off, to just break it up or he will start biting and snapping.

Right. Like Thunder would do that.

While we’re talking, a young border collie – whose name is June Bug -circles through the park, a beautiful little thing looking for something to do, searching  for a task to accomplish, a goal to achieve. Her owner is a young woman with a toddler – a boy – hurrying after the border collie, and a baby in a papoose on her chest.  “June needs a ball or a Frisbee,” I remark.

“She’s our fourth border collie and different from the ones we’ve had before.”

She starts talking about the differences and I’m thinking of Cassie’s border collie, Willow, and Bill’s border collie, Connie. These two dogs are tireless workers. Toss a ball or a Frisbee, and they can outrun a Greyhound, and you’ll have to toss and toss for hours to satisfy these dogs. They are bred for tasks.

In this pic, Willow is the black and white dog behind Noah.

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Once a week, Connie and Bill take their border collies  to a sheep-herding facility several hours north of here. And this is where their DNA kicks in, where the thing for which they are bred really shines.  I’m glad we don’t have a border collie.  I’m delighted that Nika is a   short fur border collie mixed with a lab, but admit that I am fascinated by border collies. At some level, border collies speak to who I am.

I am happiest when I have a task, a goal, a purpose. If there’s a deadline on top of that, so much the better. If  I were a dog, I would chase that ball, that Frisbee. I would herd those sheep, I would yearn for a goal and purpose.

Tasks, goals, they seem to be key for border collies. Cassie, for instance, leaves Willow at home when she goes to the barn every day to take care of Tami Hoag’s horses. But she makes sure that Willow has tasks. “Every morning, I create a treasure hunt for him. I hide little treats through the apartment, with a big treat promised at the end – a marrow bone or an older marrow bone that I’ve filled with peanut butter and hidden somewhere.”

Wow, I thought. Lucky Willow. Not only does he get to sheep herd once a week, but he has a daily treasure hunt. This is my kind of world.

And so my epiphany was ultimately simple: I am a border collie. Rob is a golden retriever. Our daughter is a cross between the two, a hybrid like a labradoodle – labrador/poodle  mix -that you might call a collie retriever or a golden border. I’m not sure what this insight means in the larger scheme of things. I don’t know how it may work itself into my fiction. Dogs, after all, are not humans and the way we humans actually interact with each other MAY BE  more complex. Note the MAY BE.

Dogs works out their issues in the park. We humans work out our issues in daily life. But it always comes back to the central question:  aren’t we all hybrids of one kind or another? Don’t we somehow make it all work?

 

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What’s in a Name?

Posted on January 30, 2013 by Trish and Rob

In 2009, when I started writing Esperanza, our neighbors’ daughter stopped by one afternoon to say hi to Megan, who was home on a break from college. Madison – Maddie – was four then, a fearless cutie curious about everything. She’s still that way. Show her a bug, a reptile, even a rodent and she’ll figure out a way to pick it up without getting bitten so she can examine it. A biologist in the making.

When I was casting around for names for my Esperanza characters, that name, Maddie, kept pushing up against me. I knew one of my characters had to have that name. My protagonist’s 17-year-old niece got the honor.  My Maddie probably won’t pick up reptiles and snakes, but has an otherwise fearless approach to life, just like  our neighbor Maddie. I must find the answers on my own.

After Maddie’s mom read Esperanza, she asked if the character Madison was named after her daughter. You got it, I said.

“I knew it, I just knew it. Okay, so what happens to her in the sequel? You’ve left us hanging – Dominica just took over Maddie’s body and fled Esperanza.”

“I don’t know what happens yet.” At the time, I was still writing Ghost Key.

Ghost Key, The sequel to Esperanza, was actually two books. The first one took place in Hood River, Oregon, my agent hated it, my editor wasn’t crazy about it. So I rewrote it and set it on Cedar Key, Florida. I had spent only a week in Hood River, on vacation, and should have known it would never work as a location. With just a couple of exceptions, my 35 novels have taken place in Florida or in imaginary places.  If I write about a place, I have to know that place.  I loved Hood River, but I wasn’t there long enough to get to know it. I’ve lived in Florida off and on since 1963. I know Florida. Big difference for a writer.

So I rewrote the novel, which took about seven months,located the story in Florida, primarily on Cedar Key,  and the story worked. It’s about what happens to Maddie after Dominica seizes her and flees Ecuador. When Maddie’s mom finished GK, she stopped by the house, hands on her hips, and grinned. “Okay, in this next book, Trish, you have got to include an inside joke. I mean, you’re already using my daughter’s name. So now use something that only you and I and our families will get.”

Well, I’m happy to report that such a scene worked its way into Apparition.  I ran across it this evening, as I was reading through the revision notes my editor sent.  It involves these guys:

the kitty gargoyles

Copper  – neighbors’ cat – and our Simba cat, look like twins. They came into our and  respective lives within just a week or so of each other. Copper has amber eyes, Simba has green eyes, that’s the quickest way to tell them apart. Some mornings when I wake up with an orange cat meowing at the bathroom window to get out, I think it’s Simba. It turns out to be Copper. In Apparition, Copper is named Cobre, the Spanish equivalent.  So there it is, Maddie’s mom. The end of chapter 3, the inside joke!

And thank you for naming your daughter Maddie.

 

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Tennerin and the Divinity in Synchronicity

Posted on January 29, 2013 by Trish and Rob

Renee Prince used to be a marine biologist. Now she works as an artist on movies and TV series. We’ve used her synchros before – in our books and here on the blog.  This one involved Tennerin, a hawk with whom she shared a special friendship.  This past autumn, Tennerin failed to appear in trees near her home for the first time in years.  She’s writing a book about their friendship.

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I just wanted to share this with someone. I’m still glowing from this synchronicity. This is an excerpt from today’s Hawk Diaries:

This evening, I am writing to capture and remember the wonderful experience I had at the park today. It was 3:15 or so when I set out, and I had just called Tennerin’s name for the first time, once I got into the park on the big field. A hawk could be seen swerving toward me over the river, but it turned back to the water and continued out of sight, in spite of my calling a second time. I hadn’t seen any hawks for over a week and I hoped I would see it again when I got to the big hill in the center of the nature preserve and called. I did call from the top of the hill but saw no hawks.

On my walk, I was listening to a podcast of the TED Talks radio hour, a show about where creativity comes from, and as I set out down the hill Elizabeth Gilbert (author of Eat, Pray, Love) came on. I had heard this particular talk before some months ago, and I almost decided to stop the playback and choose the next show down on the podcast list, but I was busy looking for hawks so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to hear it again. As I reached the center of the grassy bowl in the middle of the woods and stood looking at the trees, Gilbert began talking about the people of the Sahara desert who had danced for a thousand years to call down divinity. When a dancer connected with the divine, it could be seen in the beauty and power of the dancer, who became more than himself—he was infused with divinity.

When people watching the dancer saw this, Gilbert was saying, “They call out ‘Allah! Allah!’” Just then a beautiful red tail hawk flew alongside me, so close that I thought he would land on the tree in front of me. But he continued past and into the shadows of the trees. As I stared at him, marveling at the beauty of his feathers, which glowed even in the darkness of the rainy afternoon, Gilbert was saying, “…and this meant ‘God is here!’”

I suddenly woke up to the synchronicity of the hawk’s appearance and heard Gilbert say again, “God is here!’” And I saw in that moment that God is here, in this hawk flying in front of me, a copper and gray and brown dancer who shone with divinity and I was here to witness: God is here!

The hawk disappeared into the woods and I called Tennerin’s name again, hoping the hawk was coming back to land in his favorite tree and interact with me. I had some hawk food in my pocket—a couple of mice and some beef, and was primed to begin our interaction, to make progress with our friendship. But the hawk did not come back. And then I realized this was my hawk, my dancer, who showed me that God is here, and that this was my gift.  And that gift was enough. I understood that this was all I could ask for—divinity in response to my heartfelt wish to see a hawk and feel my beautiful Tennerin’s magic.

And so it was that I encountered divinity on my walk today. Let me not forget that God is here. Allah! Allah! Whatever the name, without a name, even, Tennerin is here; the magic and the great synchronicity of love—it is right here.

 

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