The Fate of ATLANTS

Posted on February 21, 2011 by Trish and Rob

Here’s one from Dale Dassel, who is writing a novel based on the Indiana Jones game, Fate of Atlantis.
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After buying my new VW last year, I wanted to get a vanity tag for it. What better word than ‘Atlantis’ to commemorate my novel and love of my all-time favorite Indy game? The state of Georgia has a 7-letter limit on custom plates. So, I went to the DMV last summer, after I got tht car, and tried ATLNTIS and ATLNTS. Both were taken, and they politely recommended that I hold off until January, when my tag actually needs to be renewed, otherwise I would have to pay the $90 custom tag fee all over again. So I returned on Jan. 19th with a sure-fire spelling which I was guaranteed to get: ATLANTS. Taken. Luckily, I’d prepared a list of Volkswagen-related ideas, and my first choice was available: V DUBBN (yes, I really love my car that much!).

Skip to this morning. It’s a rainy, dreary, overcast day, the kind of day where I want to just stay home and sleep all day. I get up, shower, and drive 8 miles to work. I get out of my car and go inside, where my supervisor says: “What are you doing here? Aren’t you off today?” Confused, I replied, “Um, I don’t think so, unless somebody changed the schedule and didn’t tell me.” See, I always work 8am-5pm, Monday thru Friday, and very seldom work on weekends. Thus, I hardly ever look at the printed schedule. I take a look, and sure enough: off Thursday, work Saturday 8-5. I say bye and gratefully head back to my car, eager to get home and crawl back into bed again. As I am driving down the street, there is a burgundy minivan about 20 feet in front of me. Approaching the traffic light ahead, I get closer to the van. I see that it has a vanity plate, and I am absolutely *astonished*. The tag reads: ATLNTIS

What are the odds that, in the ENTIRE state of Georgia, I see the exact vanity tag message that I tried in vain to secure last year? The odds that the person driving that vehicle lives in my exact city? Positively astronomical. Maybe I should go buy a lottery ticket if my luck is *this* good! 🙂 However, I think that it’s a sign telling me to take advantage of my unexpected free day and finish up the U-boat dive scene in chapter 17 that I’ve been neglecting for the past week or so.
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Dale’s story reminds me of my ZEN666 synchro.

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500 Ways to Re-invent Your Life

Posted on February 20, 2011 by Trish and Rob

This story appeared as a comment by Daz under a post a few weeks ago. It’s a good one, a trickster synchro that will make you smile , if not laugh. It worth reading again…or for the first time, if you missed it.

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Daren (Daz) told us how he had placed an order at a novelty shop for a set of cards called, “500 Things You Have to Do Once in a Lifetime.” The sub-title read “Reinvent Your Life.” Darren thought, Why not? Maybe the cards would give him some goals to set for himself when he was away from his monotonous job. When the deck arrived, he found fifty double-sided cards with five suggestions on each side. The middle suggestion on each side appeared in bold-face type, so you naturally focused on that suggestion when you looked at a card. 
So Darren shuffled the deck and flipped over a card and the first thing his eye saw was the bold-faced words: DRIVE A FORKLIFT TRUCK. Ironically, that was what he does in his job. He’d been driving forklift trucks for 23 years. He thought, “Yeah, I’ll take care of that one tomorrow.”
First of all, how odd that one of the 500 things you had to do once in a lifetime would be drive a forklift. But what are the odds that a forklift driver would select that choice on his first try?  It was as if the universe deadpanned: ‘Here’s one you can do.’ Like attract like.
Darren recognized it as a cosmic joke, a trickster synchronicity with a lesson. Maybe the underlying message arose from his unconscious mind, which symbolically was asking him, ‘Is this what you want to do for the next 23 years, too?’
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Brenda’s Missing Wallet Synchro

Posted on February 19, 2011 by Trish and Rob

M.C. Escher

On February 1, we posted a synchro called Lost Wallet Blues, about how Rob’s lost wallet had “returned” to him. The next day, we received a lost wallet story from Brenda Bohannon. It’s another one of those interesting synchros that makes you wonder who or what is actually orchestrating events!
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My friend, Joseph, lost his wallet around December 10, 2010.  Around that date, we went to play golf.  I switched cars, and started driving my backup car because my pickup needed work.  Now, fast forward to Jan 31, 2011. I was in my pickup, which had been repaired, and was looking for my mailbox key. I thought it had slipped between the seat and the console, so I was searching there.
My phone rang  right then and it was Joseph. He asked what I was doing and I told him I was looking for my key. And just then, I found the wallet he’d lost more than a month before.  It was under the passenger seat!  What are the odds that he would call just then, at the moment I find his missing wallet? And then you put up  a wallet synchro! Fascinating! 
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Synchronicity, Darth Vader, and the Hero’s Journey

Posted on February 18, 2011 by Trish and Rob

Luke Skywalker, DarthVader. The light and the dark, good and evil. The hero and the villain or, in Jungian terms, the shadow. These two characters represent opposing archetypes. When George Lucas wrote the Star Wars script, he was deeply influenced by Joseph Campbell’s book, The Hero with a Thousand  Faces, in which Campbell mapped the essential structure behind myths and religions and illustrated that all stories are composed of the same pattern –  the hero’s journey. There are 17 steps to the hero’s journey and you see them in movies and novels that speak to us in mythic terms.
Synchronicity is part of the hero’s journey.  It fits best with that aspect of the journey that Campbell called “supernatural aid,” and occurs once the hero has committed to the quest. “For those who have not refused the call, the first encounter of the hero’s journey is with a protective figure , who provides the adventurer with amulets against the dragon forces he is about to pass,” wrote  Campbell. “What such a figure represents is the benign, protecting power of destiny… protective power is always and ever present within or just behind the unfamiliar features of the world. One has only to know and trust, and the ageless guardians will appear. Having responded to his own call, and continuing to follow courageously as the consequences unfold, the hero finds all the forces of the unconscious at his side.”
The dark side of this journey occurs through external forces – through the shadow/villain that attempts to trick, thwart, subvert, and harm or kill the hero. This shadow comes in many guises and speaks in many voices. It can be the voice that tries to seduce you into believing that synchronicity is a  malevolent force, evidence of your broken personality. Or it can be the whispers of the troll beneath the bridge, who insists that you must believe as he believes before he’ll let you cross.
The shadow/villain usually has a bleak, ugly view of the world and desperately seeks converts to his way of thinking. Your reality, he says, is hammered together by outside forces over which you have no control, and you and you and you have no idea what’s happening. Only he knows. Only he has the inside scoop. There’s an element of the dark trickster in him, too, a kind of insidious quality, slick and tailored, like a Wall Street conman.  The shadow/villain insists that synchronicity isn’t about any underlying order in the universe, that there’s no such thing as unity, that unity, in fact, is ever so dangerous, that if you believe in it, you’re opening yourself to terrible, malevolent forces. Synchronicity, says the shadow/villain, is just the choked wheeze of a world in its death throes.
Darth Vader, like all shadow/villains, had a powerful, booming voice  that made him the center of attention when he spoke. But beneath that black armor, he was just a broken, pathetic man. So if you meet him on your journey, think of Campbell’s words, “The hero is the champion of things becoming, not of things become, because he is,” and just keep on walking.
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UFO Video from the Netherlands

Posted on February 17, 2011 by Trish and Rob

I’ve recently wondered what Jung would think of the Internet, You Tube, Google, the instant access to information. And, specifically, what would he think of all the UFO activity that’s reported daily, somewhere on the internet?

He seemed to regard UFOs as archetypes of the collective unconscious, a search for wholeness. Granted, I haven’t memorized his autobiography, but I  seem to recall that there were many UFO sightings before the outbreak of World War II, which is part of what precipitated his interest in the topic.

First, look @ this photo Nancy Atkinson took at noon, 7,000 feet. That white speck is the moon. Then look at the video.

This video from the Netherland intrigues me. You can just imagine this guy out for a drive with his girlfriend, he sees these weird lights…and, well, let him tell you. I’m sure some skeptics somewhere will jump on this one, just as they did with the various videos of a UFO over Jerusalem, the UFOs that reportedly shut down an airport in China, the Phoenix Lights, and all the rest. Whatever. This video resonates.

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The Alien Jigsaw

Posted on February 17, 2011 by Trish and Rob

We recenltly came across a long, but interesting article on the Internet by UFO author Budd Hopkins. It’s called Deconstructing the Debunkers: A Response. It appeared on a web site called The Alien Jigsaw: True Experiences of Alien Abductions. The article reminded us of the time we spent with Hopkins many years ago.

It was the early 1980s when we were writing for OMNI Magazine’s red pages about UFOs, hauntings and other paranormal activities. We were assigned to a UFO conference in Hollywood, Florida where Hopkins, was one of the speakers. We’d read his book, Intruders, so when we had an opportunity to go along with him on a UFO investigation involving hypnotic regression, we jumped at the chance.

Budd hadn’t rented a car so we drove him up the coast to meet a family with a dramatic story of repeated abductions, involving a woman and her young son. Hopkins hypnotized the mother, Carrie, and she told of being floated out of her bed down the hall and right through the wall to an illuminated ‘tube’ that lifted her and her abductees up to a waiting vessel.

Carrie remembered nothing about what happened to her when she was taken into the vessel, but she did recall details about the trip up the tube. Their house was located less than a mile away from the headquarters of the grocery store tabloid, National Enquirer, which during those years published UFO stories. Each Christmas season the Enquirer would put up a huge Christmas tree, a dazzling display of lights and  kiddie rides. It was a popular attraction. The tree was fully lit and visible during the abduction and Carrie recalled looking down, and pointing it out to the aliens. Hopkins matter-of-factly asked how they reacted, and Carrie, speaking in a hypnotic monotone in the present tense, said, “They aren’t impressed.”

Carrie’s husband, D, was also present, and he was a presence – to say the least. While Carrie and her son were gentle and sweet, her husband was imposing.  He was a big man, older than Carrie, with a mane of silver-gray hair. D wore black clothes, and a gold necklace bearing a thumb-sized gold devil pendant. He said he was a former Baptist minister, who told us that he had ‘changed sides.’

Yeah, that was weird. Trish and I were exchanging glances, wondering what was up with that dude, but Budd seemed to ignore him, as if he didn’t figure into the scenario, and just focused on the wife’s experiences. Budd was staying overnight with the family and when we left, we were glad we weren’t staying there.

In the aftermath, we asked for a follow-up interview and invited the couple to our Fort Lauderdale townhouse. We should have guessed that doing so would attract more high strangeness. Since we didn’t particularly want to be alone with them, we invited a few friends, ones we knew from other stories we’d done for OMNI and other magazines. So it was an eclectic group and among them were a few talented psychics. Carrie and her husband arrived early and again D wore black with his satanist logo visible. Everyone stayed late and seemed to be enjoying themselves, except for D. The ex-minister/satanist seemed out of his element, wary of everyone, and remained stoically silent for the most part. He never moved from one place the entire night.

It was around 1 a.m. and we were talking about MIBs – men in black – when the unexpected happened.
I glanced over at the sliding glass doors, which led from the living room to a small porch and the parking lot. Someone was standing on the porch staring in at us.  By the time I alerted the others, the man had moved away. I hurried to the doors, threw them open,  and could hardly believe what I saw. Instead of simply disappearing into the darkness beyond the parking lot, the man was making a scene of his escape. He crouched low, and moved from car to car, and kept looking back at us. He was hiding in full view.

Trish called the police, and the response was astonishing. Within a few minutes, eight or nine patrol cars arrived, some with dogs. The police spread out and searched the complex. We were baffled…until we found out that a man had been murdered an hour earlier, less than a mile away. As far as we know, they never found the man we reported, and we don’t know if he had anything to do with the murder. But it was a strange ending for an unusual evening, and hey, we never saw that couple again!

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Paradigm Lost and Changed

Posted on February 16, 2011 by Trish and Rob
In Ghost Key, the sequel to Esperanza, there’s a character named Sanchez, a Cuban American, who is a remote viewer for a government agency. Whenever he comes up against something challenging, he asks himself, If this were a dream, how would I interpret it? Sanchez and I have found this to be a useful tool that encourages synchronicity.
So I looked at recent events in Egypt and tried to interpret them as I might a dream. To fix the country in time, I started with the pyramids. How old are they? The general consensus seems to be they’re about 5,000 years old. There are some disagreements – that they may actually be older, but whatever. They’re old. Egypt is old. After the assassination of Anwar al-Sadat in 1981, his VP, Husni Mubarak assumed control. And we now know how that ended, 30 years later. So now Egypt is liberated from despotic rule, as a result of a genuine grassroots revolution that used text messaging, Facebook and Twitter to get out the word and keep protesters organized during their 18-day occupation of Tahrir Square.
In other words, the Internet and social media, as well as the galvanization of youth in Egypt –  those in their 20s and 30s, college educated, often bilingual, tech savvy, with powerful aspirations and dreams – got rid of a dictator the U.S. had supported to the tune of $1.5. billion dollars a year. Right there, I’ve got plenty to work with in this dream interp. But there’s more.
The political party that professes to be defenders of democracy is in meltdown. Just watch five minutes of Glenn Beck to find out what page they’re on. Rob and I did that tonight – and then just looked at each with a big, Huh?And this clown is still on television? Beck and his boys seem to equate this regime change in Egypt with some sort of new world order, an Islamic takeover, and say it’s all part of Obama’s agenda. Obama, of course is, in their worldview, seen as a Muslim whose birth certificate is in question. Hawaii, boys, not Indonesia. It’s the 50th state. They conveniently forget that their candidate, McCain, was born in Panama.
Ok. So that’s the dream. How to interpret it?
Perhaps Egypt and what evolves there in terms of a government is what we’re going to see more frequently worldwide in the next few years. It seems to put all despots on notice. You’re living in a palace and I’m living in a hut? Why? You’re a zillionaire and aren’t paying any taxes and I’m middle class and paying 33 percent? You’re not paying taxes and eating caviar and traveling by private jet and I’m eating dirt and can’t even walk?
 Greater disparity between rich and poor, the haves and the have nots, the employed and the unemployed. Expect more of that. Expect more rebellion about it. Watch Wall Street crumble faster than it did in 2008. Watch more revered institutions fall apart – churches, educational facilities, the U.S. health care and insurance industries, the publishing industry, banking….In short, anything you thought was stable and predictable will probably unravel at the seams, as things did in Egypt. The situation will be fluid, as it was in Egypt. One moment Mubarak was leaving, then he wasn’t, then he did.
Some sort of ancient, collective thrust for freedom prevailed in Egypt. A tipping point was reached. We can expect more of that, too. Maybe Saudi Arabia is next. Or maybe China, hopefully with more than a heroic incident in Tiananmen Square. Or maybe it will be another South Africa, another Poland, or here in the U.S., where democracy is still redefining itself.

If this paradigm shift comes to the U.S. and Europe, perhaps part of what it will include is  free internet for everyone, a project undertaken by a charity group, A Human Right, to buy a satellite that will beam free internet to developing countries around the world. Nearly 5 billion people out of the world’s 6.9 billion don’t have access to the internet, which we now know was a vital tool in Egypt’s liberation.

Paradigm lost, then chaos, adjustment, and the birth of a new paradigm. Maybe. Our eyes are still on Egypt for the unfoldment of that part of the dream. Sanchez and I are looking for synchros.
And Rob and I are watching the birth pangs of an ancient country reborn, just like the phoenix.
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Apophenia anyone?

Posted on February 15, 2011 by Trish and Rob

Recently, I wandered into the skeptic’s dictionary out of curiosity to see what they had to say about synchronicity. Basically, folks, they’re telling those of us who accept and pursue meaningful coincidences in our lives that we’re deluded or crazy. Let me quote from the dictionary.

“What reasons are there for accepting synchronicity as an explanation for anything in the real world? What it explains is more simply and elegantly explained by the ability of the human mind to find meaning and significance where there is none (apophenia).

“Jung’s defense of acausal connections is so inane I hesitate to repeat it. He argues that “acausal phenomena must exist…since statistics are only possible anyway if there are also exceptions” (1973, Letters, 2:426).

“He asserts that “…improbable facts exist–otherwise there would be no statistical mean…”  (ibid.: 2:374). Finally, he claims that “the premise of probability simultaneously postulates the existence of the improbable” (ibid. : 2:540). However, if you think of all the pairs of things that can happen in a person’s lifetime, and add to that our very versatile ability of finding meaningful connections between things, it then seems likely that most of us will experience many meaningful coincidences. The coincidences are predictable but we are the ones who give them meaning.”
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I love that last line. Should someone else apply meaning or no meaning to our coincidences? Are we not worthy of making decisions about our own experiences? The message is that we should not trust our own thoughts or perceptions if we find meaning in coincidental or mysterious happenings in our lives. In other words, the proper and scientific thing to do is to ignore and dismiss coincidences.  The inverse, of course, is that it’s okay to apply no meaning.

The writer continues:

“Even if there were a synchronicity between the mind and the world such that certain coincidences resonate with transcendental truth, there would still be the problem of figuring out those truths. What guide could one possibly use to determine the correctness of an interpretation? There is none except intuition and insight, the same guides that led Jung’s teacher, Sigmund Freud, in his interpretation of dreams. The concept of synchronicity is but an expression of apophenia.”

The Skeptic’s  Dictionary concludes with a comment that Jung went through a period of mental illness when he was exploring these concepts. The implication: he was crazy and so are we!

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A Heart with Wings

Posted on February 14, 2011 by Trish and Rob

Here’s an interesting synchro tale about a symbol of spiritual ascension. It was written by Patricia Gibson, director of the Epilepsy Information Service at Wake Forest School of Medicine. It appeared as a guest column in the Winston-Salem Journal of North Carolina on January 13.
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Synchronicity has been described as the coincidence of a thought with an outside event. Many of us have had these moments that surprise us and make us wonder. Some of these moments we forget, while others keep resurfacing, causing us to ponder on the mysteries of life.

Last August, I was leaving a local restaurant with my sister when we decided to stop by a craft store next door to look around. We passed some beautiful molded art squares hanging on the wall; one depicted a heart with wings.

“I have always loved that symbol — a heart with wings,” my sister said, almost to herself. “Do you remember that pillow you made me one Christmas when I was 14?”

“Oh, yeah, the purple heart with the red wings,” I said, surprised that it was that same symbol. She had seen a picture of the pillow in a teen magazine and thought it was so cool. I later cut it out and went to a fabric shop looking for purple and red satin. Pretty tacky, I had thought, but then surprised myself by coming up with a fairly good replica of the pillow. I smiled, remembering how excited she had been when she opened the present.

“What does that symbol mean?” I asked.

“It means a spiritual ascension, evolving to a higher level,” she said, “To me it just means hope.” I made a mental note to return to the store later and buy that art square for her next birthday.

Two years ago, my sister was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, a deadly sneaky cancer with a high mortality rate. She has won that battle so far, but not without the price of severe nerve damage from the chemotherapy.

As I recently passed the craft store on my way to work, I again thought of the heart with wings and said to myself, “Don’t forget to go get that art piece,” trying to underline this in my brain, forgetful person that I am. I pulled up to the stoplight at Five Points and sat idling behind a truck, waiting for the light to change. As I sat staring absentmindedly ahead, it suddenly hit me that there in front of my eyes, hanging on the back of the truck, was a beautifully hand-carved heart with wings. I could not believe it.

The light changed and the truck turned right and so did I. The truck turned right into a lot and parked. A man got out and headed toward the building. I jumped out, running behind him.

“Sir, excuse me, sir,” I called. He turned and I explained that I had seen his sign and wondered where he bought it. “It is so beautiful, and I want one for my sister, that symbol means so much to her.”

He explained that he had carved it himself, but he was having some medical problems now and couldn’t do that work at this time. I gave him my card and asked, should he ever be interested in selling the heart with wings, to please let me know.

I never heard from him, though I would think of him from time to time and wonder if he might have lost my card, something I would likely do. I regretted that I had not gotten his name and number.

On Dec. 21, a particularly discouraging day, I unlocked my office door, tossed my coat on the nearby chair, looked at my overflowing desk with a sigh, and then did a double take. To my utter amazement, there amid the stacks of paper lay the beautiful hand-carved heart with wings. Attached was a note that said, “Happy Holidays — May your spirit soar and that of your loved ones always soar,” and just below that, “free.”

I ran to my coworkers, but they could offer no information. I went to the security guard at the front desk.

“Mary, tell me, there was something left in my office.” Her eyes told me she knew something.

“I can’t say,” she said, and looked away. “I promised not to tell anything.”

“You don’t understand,” I said, “this is just a miracle.” But she wasn’t budging.

The power of a simple act of kindness is impressive. I wanted so to thank that man for his generosity and kindness. And I so hoped and prayed that whatever medical problem he was having was better. So, sir, all I can do is write this to say thank you and to say that people like you give me hope for our world. May your spirit also soar.

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Antarctica – The 170th ‘country’ to visit our blog!

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Trish and Rob

Our flag counter says Antarctica is the latest country to visit our blog. Well, it’s a continent, if not really a country. (Show me your passport Antarcticans!)

If you’re reading this from Antarctica, greetings and welcome from Florida!  Are there synchronicities in Antarctica? If there are people, there must be synchronicities. Here’s a bit of info from way down under.
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Speculation over the existence of a “southern land” was not confirmed until the early 1820s when British and American commercial operators and British and Russian national expeditions began exploring the Antarctic Peninsula region and other areas south of the Antarctic Circle. Not until 1840 was it established that Antarctica was indeed a continent and not just a group of islands. Several exploration “firsts” were achieved in the early 20th century. Following World War II, there was an upsurge in scientific research on the continent. A number of countries have set up a range of year-round and seasonal stations, camps, and refuges to support scientific research in Antarctica. Seven have made territorial claims, but not all countries recognize these claims. In order to form a legal framework for the activities of nations on the continent, an Antarctic Treaty was negotiated that neither denies nor gives recognition to existing territorial claims; signed in 1959, it entered into force in 1961.

Synchro penquins…what a coincidence meeting you here.

 


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