Trump, Nixon, and Global Synchros

Posted on May 10, 2017 by Trish and Rob

Announcement that Nixon is resigning

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A global synchro occurs when an event of a huge magnitude occurs, one that receives a tremendous amount of media attention, and a pattern of meaningful coincidences unfold related to the event.

That’s the case with the surprising and unexpected firing of FBI director James Comey by Trump, whose administration just happened to be under investigation for dealings with Russia that could have served to assist Putin in undermining our democracy. The synchros deal with some interesting parallels between the Watergate investigation that led to Nixon’s resignation and the possible collusion between the Trump administration and Russia. It involves two numbers – 18 and 23.

During Watergate, it was the 18-minute gap in the Watergate tapes that proved to be crucial in Nixon’s impeachment/resignation.

In the Trump administration, 18 days passed between when Sally Yates went to the White House and told Trump’s chief counselor that Michael Flynn should not be National Security Advisor because he could be compromised (blackmailed) by Russia and when Flynn was fired by the administration. And then he was fired only after the media got hold of the story and revealed that Flynn met with the Russians several times during the campaign.

These two have been mentioned in media reports.  Rob and I were talking about the 18 minutes/18 days synchro and I remarked that I felt there would be more synchros like this. Sure enough, the big news today (May 9) was that Trump fired FBI director James Comey – just as Nixon fired special prosecutor Archibald Cox in order to stop the FBI investigation into the tapes.

Then, this evening, we were watching the Rachel Maddow show, I think it was, where a presidential historian she was talking with mentioned June 23, 1972. That was the day that a recording made in the Oval Office,  now known as the Smoking Gun Tape, between President Nixon and his Chief of Staff, H.R. Haldeman  ultimately resulted in Nixon’s resignation.

That date, June 23, is key. The day after Trump was inaugurated, Rob made a prediction that Trump would be gone – resignation, impeachment, whatever – by June 23. He said it off the top of his head, while we were at the Women’s March in West Palm Beach. So that’s three synchros – Cox/Comey firings, 18 minutes and 18 days, and June 23, ’73 and June 23, ‘17. The last one is more of a potential synchro and may be a trickster – i.e., ha-ha, folks,  good try but sorry – where nothing happens.  But one thing is fairly certain – there will be more synchros related to all this.

Stay tuned!

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Finding the Lost City of Z

Posted on May 9, 2017 by Trish and Rob

The fabled lost city of Zed was supposedly hidden deep in the Amazon, but when discovered  it would reveal that the Indian population had created an advanced society well before European civilization developed. That was what Colonel Percy Fawcett hoped to prove in 1925 when he ventured deep into the Amazon.

Today, the movie about Fawcett’s adventure is also a bit difficult to find. In fact, it has been out in various ‘semi-secret’ venues since last October. But we just stumbled upon  it locally, and probably only because a new theater opened in town that expanded offerings to some limited distribution films such as this one.

I (Rob) wanted to see this movie, which was based on a non-fiction book with the same title by David Grann, because I’d also written a book about Colonel Fawcett’s adventure more than 25 years ago. It was my fourth Indiana Jones novel, Indiana Jones & the Seven Veils. Gran actually mentioned it as part of the enduring fascination over Fawcett, who never returned from his journey.

That fascination was stimulated by the American press of the day, which reported Fawcett’s adventure every step of the way and continued reporting speculation after he vanished. It turned out that the American press moguls and John D. Rockefeller paid for Fawcett’s exploration. Millions followed Fawcett,  today’s equivalent of a social media icon.

Maybe it’s more ironic than synchronistic, but the fact that Amazon Studios produced this movie was an interesting twist. Did they do it intentionally because of the Amazon link, or did they just like the script? Also of interest to Trish and I was the fact that the jungle scenes were filmed near Santa Marta, Colombia. We didn’t know that until we looked it up afterwards.

In fact, early in the movie, we see Indians dressed in white tunics, which reminded me of the Kogi Indians who live high in the Sierra Nevada Mountains near Santa Marta. In the mid to late ’80s, we led adventure tours to South America and Santa Marta and the ‘Lost City’ of the Sierra Nevada Mountains were one of our destinations. You either had to walk 5 days to get to the Lost City or take a one-hour helicopter flight. We took the helicopter, and on one trip I got left behind and spent the night with the Kogis and a couple of archaeologists at the ruins. Of course, that was good Indy material, later used in Indiana Jones & the Interior World.

As for the movie, it was kind of long, two hours and twenty minutes, and a bit slow in the early going (1905), especially since I knew that Fawcett’s infamous journey took place 20 years later. But I liked the realistic, biographical feel to it. Parts of the movie feature English society a hundred years ago and you get a very strong sense that it was a man’s world and women were extremely limited in their choices and were second-class citizens.

From my point of view, the only thing missing was Indy, and his iconic sense of humor as he searched for Fawcett. But that’s another book. The movie does give a nod to Raiders of the Lost Ark, though, in a scene late in the movie when Percy and his son Jack are fleeing across an open field with tribesmen in close pursuit. But there is no nifty escape on an airplane with pontoons. In this movie, they are captured. An ayahuasca scene follows.  (I’m assuming that was what their captors made them drink.) That scene could’ve been much more bizarre and hallucinogenic. However, that would’ve made the movie even longer.

We are left in the end with the uncertainty of whether father and son survived and went on to discover the lost city where they remained as honored guests or slaves, or if they died in the jungle. My guess is that Percy and Jack Fawcett were murdered and eaten for dinner by a cannibalistic tribe. Percy’s wife, played by Sienna Miller, never gave up hope that he and Jack would return one day. She lived until 1954.

Charlie Hunnam did a good job as Colonel Fawcett, but looked more like Brad Pitt, who was originally going to play the role, than Fawcett. There were no exotic special effects, no super heroes…and ultimately no big box office take, even though the movie received impressive positive reviews. No doubt many more will see it  when it comes out in video. And it is worth watching.

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Time Traveler in the Florida Keys

Posted on May 7, 2017 by Trish and Rob

I have a love/hate relationship with email. The love part is that its wonderful to be able to communicate almost instantaneously with people. The hate part is when my email decides what’s junk and what isn’t and sends legitimate communications to junk or trash. So when I’m clearing these folders, I’m careful about what I delete.

In one of these purging sessions, I came across an email that had been sent through the contact form on our blog two days earlier from Priscilla Dagostino, a 70-year-old grandmother who lives in Pembroke Pines, a town in Broward County, Florida. It’s the kind of email we love receiving, especially when it involves weird fog and apparent time travel. In her email, she’s referring to Beyond the Bermuda Triangle, the book Rob and Bruce Gernon (The Fog) have coming out this summer from Career Press.

From Priscilla:

Hi. When searching for interesting books on my Audible book account, something took me to your website. There, to my happy surprise, was a book about true encounters with electronic fog and time warps.

 I am a 70 year old grandmother living in Pembroke Pines Florida and several years ago I experienced this exact thing while traveling to the Keys to pick up donated baby quilts. I have my son and husband as witnesses, but most everyone looks at me as just a little touched when I tell the story.

 I traveled through time in my car while going from Big Pine Key to Islamorada. Taking less than 15 minutes to travel the 58 mile trip, I can still feel the terror as I came over the bridge to see our hotel, knowing it wasn’t possible to be there yet. I had traveled through a very dense fog for just about 1 mile. I will be so happy to read your book and see if others have had the same or similar experiences. Sincerely , Priscilla DAgostino.

 I immediately wrote her back and we exchanged a number of emails.

My husband and son were at first terrified because as I entered the hotel room where they were waiting,  back way too soon, I started to cry hard. I’m not a crier but more of a tough cookie. My first words were “ I just traveled through time “ and started to cry harder.

 I was shaking so hard my legs had almost not let me get out of the car and climb the stairs to our room. We live in Pembroke Pines Fl and my husband and son had gone to Islamorada with me and had planned to go fishing the next day. I was going to Big Pine Key for the ABC Quilt project that I was running in South Florida. I was making a special trip to Big Pine Key to pick up quilts some ladies had made to donate to the babies.

 My husband and son were staying  in the hotel room while I drove to Big Pine Key, spoke at the ladies meeting, picked of the quilts and drove back. After we both calmed down and I stopped shaking my husband said to me “ Please tell me we are not going to have to go on Oprah.” LOL.

You are almost the first time I have talked outside of the family about what happened. The following day I had a very large dark bruise on the inside of my arm, about 2 1/2 inches across, shaped like a perfect donut with a perfectly untouched center but painless. This experience was something that has stayed with me for all these years. My son and family still tease me about it but it wasn’t so funny at the time. I still wonder where I went.

Your time traveling friend, Priscilla

When she mentioned the bruise, my creepy spider sense snapped into full alert mode. I asked Priscilla if she thought she might have been abducted.

 I have always thought that abduction might be an explanation for what happened that night. I even contacted a hypnotist, but chickened out.

 That was my one and only trip through time but I still get a little uneasy when my husband I drive to the Keys for some down time and I relive that experience. It certainly made me much more open to the possibility that there is way more going on here then any of us know.

I did have a very weird experience when my mother passed away that happened with my twin sister that changed my life also.

That last line, naturally, left me really curious, so I asked Priscilla about that experience. But that’s a blog post for another day – and it’s a good one!

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Trump: the Ultimate Dystopian Novel

Posted on May 5, 2017 by Trish and Rob

Forget The Hunger Games, 1984, and It Can’t Happen Here. Trump is the ultimate Dystopian novel.

In this Dystopian world,  if you’re a fetus, they love you and protect you until you’re born. Then, hey, you’re on your own. If you, like Jimmy Kimmel’s son, are born with heart disease and your parents don’t have the money to pay for multiple heart surgeries, then sorry, too bad. You die.

And as of May 4, when the repubs passed their alternative to the Affordable Care Act  by a narrow margin, you are screwed if you have a pre-existing condition, are on Medicaid, are old or on disability. The people who benefit from this bill are the rich, who are getting  billions in tax cuts while Medicaid is being gutted. The old, the sick, and the poor are the ones targeted in this bill. This is, as one health policy expert said, one of the largest redistributions of wealth ever.

If that fetus the republicans love and protect until it’s born grows up poor, oh well, too bad. No Medicaid or food stamps for you. If you manage to work your way through life so that you finally get to college, well, too bad. You’re going to incur a staggering debt that in many instances amounts to the cost of a home.

If you’re born black or Latino or into some other minority, the deck in the land of the free is already stacked against you. The repubs only see white male faces.

If you are gay or transgender, the republicans want you to disappear, vanish, to have zero rights ever.

If you’re a woman, they want to control your body by stacking their administration with anti-abortion white men who despise Roe v Wade. They want to deny you contraception and just to prove how serious they are about this, the current administration has nominated a woman to lead family services who believes that contraception doesn’t work and that abortion leads to breast cancer. Meet Teresa Manning, a former lobbyist for the National Right to Life Committee who is expected to be appointed to oversee the nation’s family planning program at HHS.

They would love to overturn public education and privatize Medicare and Social Security. They want corporations to rule the world, as though government is a business. Sounds a bit like Blade Runner, doesn’t it?

The head of this disaster, trumpie himself, thinks putin is a strong leader and that the little madman running North Korea is a guy he might like to sit down with for a friendly chat. Some in the media see trumpie’s bombing of a Syrian airstrip as a sign that he’s presidential. Really?

And oh, about that wall. Sorry, folks. Mexico isn’t going to pay for it. You taxpayers are – not you rich folks, not the corporations, but you poor and middle class folks. And yeah, he’s been trying to bar immigrants since his first 10 days in office and has been blocked by the federal courts.

The truth is ugly. The dude in charge of the U.S. has come through his first 100 days, is working on the second 100 days, and has already proven himself to be a clueless narcissist and egomaniac, who is constantly crying out, Notice me, see how great I am, just watch how I will make America great again. Uh-huh. By wrecking the country, destroying democracy, enriching his family, and installing extremists.

Welcome to Trump World, the ultimate Dystopian novel.

But in the sequel, my hope is that the people fight back and reclaim their country.

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Mercury Turns Direct!

Posted on May 3, 2017 by Trish and Rob

On April 9, I posted something about the Mercury retrograde that began that day and lasts until today, May 3, at 12:33 p.m. EDT.  One of the comments was from Lauren Raine, an artist who lives in Tucson. It really characterizes the nature of these retrogrades, whose effects can be felt several days before the retro begins, when Mercury slows down to turn. I told Lauren that it sounded as if she had gotten Merc retro all in one day!

“ I don’t normally notice these things, but yesterday:

I found out I have to pay 3 times what I thought in taxes and had to redo my taxes

I found out I have to spend lots of money on an air conditioner

The modem went out

My monthly arts list was discontinued because the creator is ill

And then a loud buzzing brought me to my newly renovated guest cottage, with its lovely new wooden floor. It seems a hive of bees have made a home for themselves under that floor, and the only way to get them out, according to beekeepers, is to cut a hole in the floor.

Oh, and in Arizona most of our bees are Africanized bees. Mean bees.”

Here are some other Mercury retrograde incidents:

Our daughter, Megan, teaches art for Paint Nite several night a week. During the retro, one of her classes was relocated outside the restaurant where she was supposed to teach because the manager had mistakenly booked a party in the room where she teaches the class. The class was good-natured about it – even after it started to rain!

Snafus for us included things like important emails going straight to trash and not being discovered for days; missed appointments; a clock in the car that hadn’t been changed to reflect daylight savings time, which resulted in being late for several events. We also had to re-schedule several radio interviews for Sensing the Future, our book on precognition – and no, we didn’t sense the future on those changes!

These Mercury retro periods happen three times a year. The next one won’t be until August 13, when Mercury turns retrograde in the early degrees of Virgo, slides back into Leo, and turns direct in that sign on September 5.

 

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WATER DANCERS

Posted on May 1, 2017 by Trish and Rob

I love it when synchronicities happen that confirm something I sense or am in the process of doing. This one is simple but direct.

Several months ago, I woke from a dream about aliens and thought, Wow, this would make a cool novel. I didn’t remember much of anything about the dream, so I just started writing and called the folder HER. The title sucked, I knew that, and our daughter confirmed there was a movie called HER, so I knew the title would change at some point.

The premise is simple. After dozens of people on Tango Key sight a UFO plunging into the Gulf of Mexico,  the elderly custodian of the Tango Key lighthouse finds an alien body on the side of the cliff where the lighthouse sits. The alien appears to be dead and the custodian and his friend, who works for a private UFO research group, stow the body in a floor freezer. They hire a psychic who once worked for this organization to read the body and glean whatever information she can.

She picks up that the alien was amphibious and as she reads it, her feet and hands become webbed, just like the hands and feet of the alien. The story takes off from there.

There were things in this story – like the amphibious stuff – that bewildered me. But since it had appeared, I kept it. Intuitive storytelling or something. Two hundred pages in, I realized the amphibious elements were the story and started casting around for the right title. Water Dancers felt right. But because these aliens are NOT nice guys like Spielberg’s ET, I thought the title might be too poetic or something. So I texted my Colombian friend Leiny about the title,

What do you think about this title for a novel about aliens? A random question. Her response was my confirmation.

Leiny and her family are preparing to move to Minnesota, where her husband is from. Here’s what she said:

The place I am going to live is named Dancing waters. The community name is Dancing Waters, in Woodbury, Minnesota.

 “Hey, Rob,” I called out when I saw this message. “What do you think of this?”

“You got you confirmation,” he said. “That’s your title,” he said. “Water Dancers.”

Thanks, Leiny!!

 

 

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Out of the Fog

Posted on April 29, 2017 by Trish and Rob

We recently received this story from a man in rural Ohio named John D who was reading Aliens in the Backyard. He said some of the stories resonated with his own experience. So he contacted us.

“Just reading the book, wow! So many people in the book I can identify with. I’m currently looking for answers, though I keep coming up short. Every time I think I find a hypnotherapist that can help, something happens, and they either lose interest, or some other strange happened to keep me from going.”

We’ve exchanged several e-mails with John and here is his story. It involves fog, missing time, blocked memories and finally some revelations.

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I, along with my brother, were taken some 23-24 years ago. We were driving in the middle of the night, going to a nearby city, just leaving some friends who lived in the country. It got insanely foggy out, so it took us much longer time to get to the city than normal. We started to see the city lights through the fog, as we reached the city limits.

However,  the next thing we knew, we were sitting at a stop sign out in the countryside again. We were both completely disoriented and confused. We started driving, but only once questioning what the hell had happened. We soon found that we were only minutes away from our friends’ house. There where hours missing. The real strange thing about that experience is, that it took 23 years for my brother and I to ever discuss it.

On September 20th, 2015, I woke from what I thought at the time to be a very lucid dream. I was on a ship, and there were three or four small grays with me. One of them was talking to me through some form of telepathy. What’s more, I knew him, and he was like an old friend.

He walked me into a room, all white or silver, and it was fairly large, maybe 30 feet x 20 feet. He walked me to a wall, and suddenly it became translucent and I could see another  room that looked like an operating room. To my surprise, my sister was laying on the bed unconscious. Two tall white and fairly thin beings were in the room with her, one on either side. Again, these beings were familiar. I remembered that when they communicate telepathically, that they woud send visual and emotional message packets. I would receive the whole message at once.

They were getting ready to remove one of my sister’s arms, at the shoulder, and oddly that didn’t bother me. Both of the whites acknowledged my presence with a look, and continued to work.

I asked my gray friend (telepathically) what procedure they would undertake with me this time.  Instead of telling me in a sentence, he showed me the procedure in my mind. It’s hard to explain what they were doing, but basically they were going to expand my molecules or atoms, or something at that level, throughout my whole body. Then they were going to put something in the space between.

The gray then told me that this is going to be the most painful thing I will ever experience in my life. I laid down on a metal table that had a slight incline to it. Then a light starts shining down on me. At first there was only a sensation of heat, the kind of sensation you have when you have an MRI. Quickly though, the heat started to intensify throughout my body. I felt a strange vibration start to take place, then intense searing heat and pain.

I could feel my body start to be pulled, no ripped apart. Then I heard a loud piercing sound in my head, that was deafening. Everything started to turn red, and I tried to scream, but I’m not sure if I was able to. Then just blackness.

I woke jumping out of bed. I went straight in and grabbed my phone and texted my sister, to see if she had any strange dreams. Later that day she responded, telling me about a dream of her teeth falling out.

September 20th, 2016
My wife and I had a patio poured out back of our home in the country.  We had been enjoying the weather and the birds every night. On this night, exactly one year after my lucid dream, something happened. It was around 7:30 PM and the sun still out with a nice cloudless blue sky. I was scanning the skies when I suddenly saw something.

At first I didn’t know what it was, but I told my wife to look. Whatever it was looked huge, and far off. I grabbed my binoculars and studied it. At first it looked like an enormous linear blob with no distinguishable shape, but then I watched it change its form. It suddenly looked like two biplanes flying sideways. I accepted that at first, but then said “wait a minute, they would have to be huge, and why are the flying sideways?

So I looked again, and still it was changing shape. It finally appeared as a  long cigar shape, either white or silver, with a sort of arrow on the top of one side. I stopped watching with the binoculars, and my wife and I just watched as it approached. Then it just disappeared. Gone!

However, before it vanished, I got a message. It said: Time to wake up. It was no dream, it is time to grow.” Right then and there, I knew. I knew religion was a lie, I knew history is a lie. There is this whole big world, a reality that exists out of the view of this surface illusion, the everyday world.

Since then, I call upon the crafts, and see plenty of strangeness. I’ve learned to do oobe’s, and I am set to attend the Monroe Institute this summer. I crave answers badly. How are you finding your resources of people so easily? Are there any resources out there to help the average Joe like me?

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If anyone would like to communicate with John, please let us know and we’ll put you in contact.

 

 

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Tripping on 3s

Posted on April 27, 2017 by Trish and Rob

We drove five hours recently from here in Palm Beach County to Sugarloaf Key, located 17 miles from Key West. We had lunch with Trish’s literary agent and his wife, and two hours later we turned around and drove back. It’s pleasant driving through the Florida keys and seeing all that clear aqua blue water on either side of the road. However, we’re glad we don’t take that double trip very often. The drive was also accompanied with rain, buckets of it in the lower keys. That was unusual for us since back home we are in drought conditions. Very little rain for weeks and weeks.

Of course, we were watchful as ever for synchronicities on the journey and we found them through numbers. The #3 to be precise. As we drove toward our destination, I happened to look at the odometer and saw that it read: 3111. Okay, that’s 33 in numerology. I mentioned it to Trish. Then, on our return trip I looked again at the odometer and this time it read: 3333. I pointed it out and we were talking about it when we looked up to see a street sign hanging above the road, which was sort of odd in itself. Just before we passed under it, Trish said: “Look, it’s 33rd Street.”

So that was a bunch of threes – 8 in all. Since 33 is a master number, we took it as a good omen for things to come.

 

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Startling alien encounter story

Posted on April 25, 2017 by Trish and Rob

We haven’t talked to these guys, but it’s hard to imagine that they are making up this story. They also present evidence, a hand print left on a car hood that was made into a cast.

However, it seems they are holding back part of the story. What happened after the initial encounter in the forest? Were they abducted? Did they experience missing time? Whatever it was they experienced was shocking enough that these two men, who had regularly camped in the forest, never went on another camping trip there, not since 2002.

Here’s a you tube about it:

 

 

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The Poop Bag Thief

Posted on April 23, 2017 by Trish and Rob

The man at the top of the post is now known among the dog park people as a notorious poop bag thief. Weird, right?

Today at the dog park, several of us were standing around, chatting and tossing balls and Frisbees for our dogs, when I noticed a man at the poop bag dispensary pulling out reams of the yellow bags that are for picking up your dog’s waste. He didn’t have a dog with him and was stuffing the yellow bags into a larger paper bag. I kept watching him and thought that maybe he couldn’t figure out how to pull along the dotted lines that separate one bag from another. I turned to Sharon.

“Hey, look at that guy.”

She glanced around and laughed. “What the hell?”

He continued to do and must have stuffed hundreds of the yellow bags into his larger bag when Sharon and I started toward him. “Excuse me, sir,” Sharon said. “What’re you doing?”

“It’s none of your business,” he snapped, and kept jerking out more bags.

“That’s theft,” I said.

“Fuck off,” he replied. “I pay taxes.”

“Hey,” I said. “So do I, but that doesn’t entitled me to steal poop bags. Leave some for the dog owners.”

“Fuck off,” he said again.

Just then, Jaime came into the park with her two dogs, saw that something was going on. “This guy’s stealing poop bags,” I said.

She immediately raised her phone and snapped several photos of him. “These pictures are going to the city.”

With that, he hurried out the gate. Jaime followed him to his car, snapped a picture of his license plate. “I’ll have your name by tomorrow.”

“You fat c***,” he said.

She just laughed. And then he lunged at her. She stepped back, he got into his Audi, and drove off.

Bag dispensaries used to be outside the park, near the parking lot, but last year the city moved them all inside the park because someone kept emptying the dispensaries. We’re betting he’s the culprit.

What possesses someone to steal several hundred dog poop bags? Does he own packs of dogs? Does he sell these bags on ebay? Is he some demented old man who fills his closet with these things? He may be just another South Florida eccentric whose brain has been fried by the tropical sun.

 

 

 

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