Cedar Key Synchros

Posted on November 17, 2009 by Trish and Rob


Cedar Key is a very small island 50 miles southwest of Gainesville, Florida, on Florida’s Gulf coast. We’ve been visiting for years and usually stay at the same place, the Old Fenimore Inn. This photo is the view at dusk, from our third floor balcony.

This is our first time back in two years and the economy has taken its toll – some of the shops and restaurants have folded, there are fewer tourists, the town  is nearly deserted during the week. Our favorite coffee shop is now a lawyer’s office.

During a walk this past weekend, we talked about moving here, as we have done before. We usually look at property here, and this trip was no exception. But we never quite make the leap. So on this walk, we suddenly hear the loud barking of a dog that sounded as familiar as an old friend’s voice. “Hey, that sounds like Bart. Remember that dog?” Rob exclaimed.

The dog’s hoarse, distinctive bark echoed through the early morning quiet. Sure enough, moments later, there’s Bart, bounding toward us, his muzzle a bit grayer. And right behind him is his owner, Warren, who laid laminate flooring in our house some years ago. Warren and Bart had moved to Cedar Key after Warren had sold his business a few years ago, and every time we come here, we inevitably run into Warren walking Bart. They live in a house on stilts just a couple hundred yards from the condo where we were staying.
 After chatting with Warren, we continued on into town and discover a  new coffee shop – Kono’s – and went inside for a couple of cappuccinos. Small place, on the water, the air filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon rolls. We strike up a conversation with the couple who own the shop and discovere they opened eight months ago.

“Where are you from?” we asked.

“The West Palm Beach area,” the man replies.

Okay. Why not Tampa? Or Tallahassee?  Because it’s apparently going to be a synchro day.  “That’s where we’re from. We live in Wellington.”

The man’s eyes widen. “That’s where we lived!”
It turns out they lived less than two miles from us.

Small world. And maybe a hint that Cedar Key might be in our future, as a place of residence – at least part-time.

(that’s Joe, ducking into the store)

Another view of Kona’s and the main street through town.

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Google and Synchronicities

Posted on November 16, 2009 by Trish and Rob

We’ve mentioned before how we set up a Google alert for synchronicity shortly after we started our blog.  We check the URLs and links that Google delivers daily and sometimes, there are some wonderful surprises that add credence to my belief that the Internet, Google, and blogging are fertile environments for synchronicity.

This evening, I clicked on one that came in and found myself staring at a photo entitled “Synchronicity,” taken by Peter Prato,  of a cute girl in a reflective mood, taken .

Then I did a double take of the name and the site –
and thought, Wait a minute. I knew a Peter Prato who used to work at my agent’s agency. How many Peter Pratos can there be in the universe? And I knew I had done his birth chart, too. Just to be sure, I went into my database and sure enough, found his chart. I sent Peter an email asking if he was the Peter born on such and such a date.

And it was. He wrote:

 “Trish! Given the title of the photo and the nature of our connection and what you do, it’s impossible to ignore the machinery of the universe.”

The girl in the picture is Peter’s sister. I asked Peter why he called the photo synchronicity.”Because that was the first time my sister and I ever worked together- her as an actor and me as a photographer.  We shot in a studio that belongs to one of my closest friends whom I met in college and now lives in San Francisco.  So the picture represents more synchronicity than I could explain.  It’s a lifetime of overlap that led to it.”

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Natalie’s Moldavite

Posted on November 15, 2009 by Trish and Rob

 After Natalie Thomas read our posts on Moldavite, she decided she would really like to obtain a piece. The synchronicities leading up the manifestation of her desire bode well for more! (That’s her necklace on the left)

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Two weeks ago, I visited some friends of mine who I hadn’t seen for two years. They were holding a Spiritual Market Day, to raise money for disadvantaged children.My friend Ric, suggested I have a ten minute reading for ten dollars. I was keen, but only actually had ten dollars on me. I felt strongly, that there was something that i really needed to know, so I looked around the room trying to find the right reader.

A man in front of me, caught my eye and started to shuffle his Tarot cards. Ric put his hand behind my back, and steered me to someone else. I let him, all the while wondering what the man had to say to me. His name was John Bell.

It was ascertained that I needed a ‘high’ reading, not your regular ‘you will go on a cruise’,  type reading. The lady selected was a medium, who could tune in to very high vibrations.I was very keen, but also nervous. I knew this lady could see right through, into my soul. PLUS, I was spending our last ten bucks!

 Mark was outside in the playground with the kids.He would be fine for ten minutes, surely?

One thing she said was that I was feeling ‘almost choked’ with frustration, and that the time was near for me to start reading again. Not just one -on – one readings, but to a large crowd of people. She also said I would write, and that I would be channeling messages from Star people from other galaxies.OKAAAY. Now, if you know me, you will know that I am one cynical lady, and don’t go in for a lot of mumbo jumbo stuff. However, this really sat with me, It was SO unlike me, to even entertain the idea, let alone feel RIGHT about it.

Then, two days later, the preschool tells me, that Haylie has been accepted for two days a week, next year, in order for me to work again. This was also funny, as they had knocked me back two weeks before.Then, I read your post about the Moldavite, and once again, just knew I had to get some, even though I hadn’t bought a crystal for five years either. I had completely shut down.

I got the feeling that the Moldavite would be sent to me, even though we have some fantastic distributors here in Newcastle. I was telling my friend Jen about it all, and how I wanted to brush up on my tarot skills before i started reading again, and she pulled out a business card for a tarot reader,and  possible teacher, whose name was  John Bell. Yes, the same John Bell from the fair.

She suggested a shop in Newcastle for the Moldavite, and I told her no, that I felt it would be sent to me.I went against my better judgement, and arranged for Mark and I, and the kids to go into town to this shop, in order to purchase a small piece on credit card. I told Noah (3yrs)  that we were going to a special shop,  where he could choose a coloured rock,  if he was a good boy.He straightaway said  that he was going to choose a green or black,  special rock, that came from out of space. From the stars, he said.That blew me away, because I hadn’t discussed any of it with anyone at home.

We went to the shop and had a look.Their pieces were way too expensive,but there was a bargain table for people to choose a gem for $2.Noah went over and grabbed the first one he saw. I told him to have a good look, and tried to steer him towards the gentler stones like Rose Quartz for instance.He was adamant and wouldn’t let go of his rock. It was a greenish/black Obsidian. Czech Moldavite is green, Australian Moldavite is black.

Czech Moldavite

Australian Moldavite

I was disappointed that I didn’t get some. Later, after we had been home a while,Mark came out to tell me  he had purchased a Moldavite necklace for me online, and it would be sent to me, during the next couple of days. It was a bargain, but our funds are very limited at the moment,and I was concerned. He said it was for my work, end of story.I love that man.

Last night, on retiring, I pulled out a card from my Tarot deck for a message. The card was: The Star.
Pretty cool huh?
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Not only was Natalie right that the Moldavite would come to her,” the Star card fits well with what the tarot reader told her. And that necklace is one lovely piece of jewelry!

I also thought it interesting that the name John Bell was repeated twice.Physicist John Bell was best known for Bell’s Theorem. It postulates that if paired particles – electrons, for example – are generated at the same moment, a measurement of one particle changes the same property of its counterpart instantaneously, even if they are separated by as vast distance. This suggests that the two particles remain connected in some unknown way, sharing a quality that transcends space and time. The first time I read about Bell’s Theorem in The Dancing Wu Li Masters, I realized it described telepathy and a host of other psychic phenomena. Even Bell said his theorem suggested that “Reality must be non-local.”

Perhaps Natalie’s John Bell is the perfect teacher at this time in her life.

UPDATE: here’s a place to buy moldavite on online. 

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The Witch, the Painter, and the Writer

Posted on November 14, 2009 by Trish and Rob

This story was brought to our attention by Jeff, who thought it might be of interest to us. He was right! It seems to be another instance where creativity provides a springboard for a complex synchronicity.
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Dame Alice Kyteler was born around 1280 in Kilkenny, Ireland, an only child of Norman lords. She reputedly married four times and outlived all four husbands, who may have been poisoned by Alice. When her fourth husband died, the children of the husbands accused her of poisoning the men and using sorcery against them. They also accused Alice and her followers of “denying the faith” – in other words, they were pagans – and of sacrificing animals to demons.

Well, since this was the really dark ages, it’s no surprise that Alice was arrested for witchcraft. On the night before she was to be burned at the stake, she supposedly fled for England. She was thought to have escaped and disappeared because of her supernatural powers.

Skip ahead to 2003. In the U.S. Midwest, artist Paddy Shaw paints a portrait of Alice after reading about her in a library. In 2009, he was clearing out his studio and decided it was time to send Alice home. He gave the painting to a woman at Kyteler’s Inn on St. Kiernan Street in Kilkenny city. The pub stands where Alice once lived.

The painting was brought to the attention of Pat Nolan, a well known geneologist, who was floored when he saw it. He said the resemblance to his daughter, Claire, was “uncanny” and that he “nearly fell over from shock.” He called Claire and she visited that weekend of see the painting. She was “physically shocked” and said it was like “looking at myself in the mirror – the eyes, face, posture, body shape, everything was like me, except for the malevolent look on Alice’s face.”
                                                                            
Now here’s where this story slams into synchronistic overdrive. In 2008, Claire Nolan, who didn’t know Paddy Shaw, had written a book called The Stone about the life of Alice Kyteler.

This is  Claire Nolan. There’s an eerie physical similarity, for sure,  between her and Alice in the painting above.

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Meet Noah Presley

Posted on November 13, 2009 by Trish and Rob

Names are funny things. They define us. Describe us. Perplex us. And sometimes, a name strikes you as totally right or completely wrong and this applies not only to people, but to our animal companions.

Our first golden was named Jessie and we wrote about her in an earlier post. We had to put her down in May 2008. Her name fit her.


This dog came to us as Presley – as in Elvis, shake your hips, rock ‘n roll. He’s from the South Florida golden retriever rescue organization, and spent the first 9 months of his life with a man in Miami who also owned his parents. Due to financial problems, the man had to give up all three dogs.

I called the rescue organization on a Monday, we had Presley a week later. During that week, he was removed from his owner, his parents, taken to a foster home where the other goldens wouldn’t let him eat, and was neutered and brought to yet another home. The day he arrived, neighborhood kids descended on our house to greet the new dog. He had to deal with three cats and two strays, and 4 out of 5 went nuts and hid or took off.

The day after he arrived, I kept referring to him as Noah for some reason. He just didn’t impress me as being Presley. Then, this evening, I was visiting a neighbor and told her I kept calling the dog Noah. Annette snapped upright, her eyes widened and she said, “You’re kidding. When I first laid eyes on him, I thought of him as Noah.”

I don’t know if this qualifies as a synchronicity, but it certainly qualifies as weird. Out of all the names in the universe, why would Annette and I both think of this dog as Noah? Because he’s not Presley. He’s Noah, calmer, wise, mellow, and he knows how to treat the animals on his ark.  So, meet Noah Presley, who looks an awful lot like Jessie, except that he isn’t gray! (That’s Jessie below.) He’s sweet, loving, and the cats have given their seal of approval.

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Trickster and the Burning House

Posted on November 12, 2009 by Trish and Rob

Trickster synchronicities are usually ironic in some way. But sometimes  they seem to be unnecessarily cruel, too, as in this next story, which came from MSNBC.
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Last month, at 10:45 on a Friday night, Mike Bowes, a Massachusetts 911 operator, took a call about a blazing house fire in Quincy.  It turned out to be his home that was burning.

“It’s surreal,” the 11-year-veteran told Amy Robach on TODAY Thursday. “First you don’t believe it. You hear it, but it’s not registering. Then you see it on the screen and you realize … ‘It’s MY house!’ ”

According to neighbors, the house where Bowes has lived with his parents for  more than 20 years looked like it had been in an explosion. When the 911  switchboard lit up with calls about the inferno after the blaze ignited, one of those calls came from his own mother.“I didn’t take that call,” Bowes told Robach. “There were five of us working. Another dispatcher turned around and said: Your mother’s on the phone … it IS your house.”
Bowes’ first concern was for his parents’ safety, but he also was committed to doing his job.“You can’t just run out,” he said. “You can’t leave everybody else and leave the city shorthanded and without help.”

One of the other dispatchers took the call – and Mike’s first concern was for  for his parents’ safety, but he also was committed to doing his job.

“You can’t just run out,” he said. “You can’t leave everybody else and leave the city shorthanded and without help.”

Putting things into their proper perspective, Mike’s sergeant immediately stepped in and told him to go the scene and see to his family’s safety. The dispatcher who had spent his career helping people in distress suddenly needed help himself. “Within seconds, my sergeant said, ‘Go! We’ll take care of everything here.’ ”

The second layer of this synchronicity occurred as Bowes was rushed to the blaze in a police car, arriving in just 3 minutes.“You could actually see the orange glow coming from a distance,” he said.  “My main concern was my parents. As I came around the corner I saw my father standing out on the street and my mother was right behind him.”

In fact, everyone in the house had escaped unharmed. Relieved at finding his mother and father safe, Bowes was met with yet another incredible coincidence when he arrived at the scene. His cousin Tom Bowes is a Quincy firefighter.. “He was the first firefighter on the scene. He could see the fire as he left the station. As he came down the hill … he knew it was our house.”

Bowes and his family are left with the sobering realization that the house was totally destroyed by the fire; in fact, Bowes appeared on TODAY in the only clothes he has left.

Still, he says that his training and familiarity with similar disasters have helped him cope with the loss. “It’s embarrassing, because I didn’t have time to run and get anything to wear,” he said. “But everyone got out. We can rebuild. As long as I know everyone is safe … that’s my main concern.”

Early reports from the State Fire Marshall’s office said the fire may have been caused by an unattended outdoor fireplace that belonged to one of Bowes’ neighbors. “We don’t know what started the fire, but the arson investigation is going on,” Bowes said. “They’re investigating several different leads.”

** I’d like to know what else was going on in his life at the time.

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11-11-2009 = 11-11-11

Posted on November 11, 2009 by Trish and Rob

We don’t often put up two posts the same day, but we can’t overlook the fact that today is 11/11. Of course, it’s 2009, which adds up to 11. So we’re re-posting our 11:11 post from June 22.

Also, you might take a look at Blayne’s blog, which is called ‘1111 and Synchronicity.’ Blayne recently lost his job and could use some cheering up.
Rob
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In researching cluster synchronicities involving the numbers 11, 111, and 11:11, I came across some intriguing information. First, if you Google 11:11, more than 203 million hits come up. Yeah, that’s 203 million. That number falls between the populations of Indonesia at 237,512,352 and of Brazil, at 196,342,592. A whole bunch of websites, in other words.

The phenomenon of 11:11 appears to be huge, but there are so many theories – and some of them are so far out there – that it’s anyone’s guess what any of it means. But here are some of the best examples of 11, 111, or 11:11:

The WWI armistice was signed at 11:11 AM on 11/11/18.

World War II ended on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.

Yasser Arafat died on 11/11/04.

JFK was assassinated on 11/22.

Supposedly the Mayan calendar end year 2012 is timed at 11:11 Universal time.

The U.S. Navy lists the 2012 solstice for 12/21/12 at 11:11 Universal time.

Israeli psychic Uri Geller has an entire section on his website devoted to 11:11.

And that’s just for starters.

Anyone have any thoughts on this? Any synchronicities involving these numbers that you would like to share?


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The Black Bird and Jim’s Ear

Posted on November 11, 2009 by Trish and Rob

 

This one comes from Jim Banholzer, whose synchronicities have appeared here before. This one is somewhat similar to a post we put up in August, in which a bird acts as a messenger.
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Five summers ago, at the little Idaho hideaway cabin where I lived, I pruned back a sugar maple branch, to affix a small suet feeder, six feet off the ground. The maple was adjacent to some cottonwoods by a trickling creek. The brook was a lifeline for birds, especially magpies, kingfishers and the occasional mysterious owl. After attaching the bird feeder, I found that we needed to refresh the suet, around twice a month.

I usually remembered to do this on time. However, toward the end of summer, I realized that I had forgotten to check it for a while, walked over and found it full of some unidentifiable black goo. At first, I thought that the suet had turned rancid, but then, while prying the object out, I realized there were black feathers attached and something sadder had happened – a poor blackbird had become stuck inside the feeder and was unable to extract itself, leading to its untimely death.

I shuddered slightly and immediately looked at it as a bad omen. To me the bird augury was powerful enough that I decided to keep it a secret from my housemate, so as not to frighten her. I didn’t think much more about the matter, until a few weeks later: While winterizing the grounds, I placed a large tarp over a tent next to the maple.

As I made a broad swooping motion with the tarp, the same sharp branch I had pruned earlier, speared through my ear and into the side of my head. It was a Tuesday afternoon and almost five o-clock. After standing there stunned for a few seconds, trying to figure out what had hit me, I realized the severity of the situation. I was alone and bleeding profusely from the left side of my head. Hastily, I rounded up the dog, grabbed a small towel, to press against the wound and drove 2 & 1/2 miles to our local emergency room.

It’s a small hospital, but well-staffed. As I arrived, something deep inside, switched my gears into survival mode, and helped to rally me through the surgery. I cracked a few jokes about my dilemma to the physician and his assistant, hoping this would put all three of us more at ease. (I truly believe that there are cases where if you act like a jerk, your level of quality service is apt to diminish.) This seemed to help, but while examining the complexity of damage, the young doctor expressed hesitation as to whether he could stitch my ear back together properly, and suggested that I may need to transfer to a Boise hospital. That was going to be a long expensive haul and I was not looking forward to seeing a specialist three hours away.

However, right then, a visiting plastic surgeon “just happened by” our emergency room to see the problem. He encouraged the attending physician to try a specific stitching method and even made some animated motions of how to do this. After the physician made a few careful stitches with the newly suggested method, he soon gained more confidence. The visiting plastic surgeon saw the doctor was getting it right, so he left us alone. Soon all was well and I was back at work the next afternoon. However, a few weeks later, my housemate broke me the bad news that the developer, who bought our tiny tumbledown shack, would soon be smashing it to smithereens and we would have to move.

One of the new property owners speculated that they would try to save the maple, because such trees are rare in this climate and its vibrancy would enhance the property. However, the maple is gone and we’re not sure what happened.

Meanwhile, the Near Death Experience trauma from the sweet sugar maple seeded something new into me. It forced me to reflect hard about the haphazard direction of my life and slowed me down enough to dedicate some quiet time to writing. In the five years since the incident, I’ve had a small measure of success at this. I feel strongly that writing about items of a meaningful nature is something I should be dedicated to for several hours each week.

Until now, I have shared this personal tale with only a handful of friends. Yesterday evening I recounted it to a new friend. She is a professional Hypnotherapist, recently transplanted to Idaho from Africa, and I am helping her with her Bio. While getting to know her, she has earned my trust in her powers of intuition and yesterday she expressed a new viewpoint of what happened that evening in the emergency room.

When I told her that I never caught the name of the professional plastic surgeon that walked by at that synchronistic moment, she suggested that I have not yet fathomed the extent of what actually occurred. She claims that even if I tried hard, I would not be able to discover the Good Samaritan’s name, because he is not a human being. Rather she believes he is a guardian angel, who sensed that my time here on earth five years ago, was not yet finished, and that I still had some good work to give.

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Word Verification Synchronicities

Posted on November 10, 2009 by Trish and Rob

The word verifications required to post on many blogs are often synchronicities unto themselves.  Many of them seem to be trickster synchronicities. It’s as if we’re being urged to pay closer attention to our posts – the context of what we’re writing as well as the context of what we’re commenting on. Several people have remarked about these little oddities, but we weren’t collecting them then. Now we are!

Gypsywoman sent us two of them, with screen shots, musing egret had a good one without a screen shot, and Trish learned to capture a screen shot when posting on buttternut squash’s blog. If anyone else has experiences like this with screen shots, please send them along.There may be something we can all learn from these little blips in our daily blogging experience.
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Gypsy was posting on making/drinking tea and her last line in the post was: “I salute her and her cup of tea.” The verification? FOOD U

In the next one, she was commenting on our post about kissing the limitless. She wrote: “….FEEL it….” Her verification word was EMPIN = PIN ME. “I guess that would be “feeling” it, alright!”

musingegret mentioned in a comment to the post about Soupy Sales that she was making a grocery list for ingredients to make sausage/shrimp gumbo for supper. The verification word was ‘beria’ and Iberia is Spain – where ‘sopa de ajo’ originated.

 In a comment under this post, Jenean speculated that it would be fun to try to make word verification synchronicities happen. The word she had to type in? Chalk!

I (Trish) was posting to butternut squash’s blog, about some cute pictures of her kids in Halloween costumes and remarked that some of my fondest memories of our daughter’s childhood centered around Halloween. The word verification made me laugh – materr – matter! Pumpkins and kids and Halloween matter.

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UPDATE: ST GERMAIN

Posted on November 9, 2009 by Trish and Rob
Meg Brookman went to work on the St. Germain post and has provided readers, who were baffled by its grammatical contortions, with a concise summary. So here’s the Readers Digest version:
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Synchronicity is one of the most powerful aspects of intuition. Intuition brings forth a way to find an unexplainable road or to journey along a pathway you don’t yet understand. In the moment you do what you are led to do in joy, you will be enabled to reach your destination and new energy is created. 

Synchronicity can transmute fear and guilt and the ever-present questioning you feel. If you pay attention, you’ll see that the information coming to you, from both known and unknown sources, is meant to diffuse fear and release guilt.
Synchronicity is the energy you must be alert to wherever you go. You will soon find that those previously opposed or incapable of conversing with you about beliefs and understandings will come forward to share their experiences of synchronicity. 
Love is a very powerful energy. It conquers all fears and attachments to fear and it is for this reason many prefer to think of the opposite of love as fear or hate. But, as you know, love has no opposites. No thing – nothing – can come against it.
We must love, explore, read, think positive thoughts, and indulge in creativity in order that new energy can manifest itself. That is when we will reclaim our birthright as powerful creators. To help those who remain fearful and unmoving in old thoughts, they will be given the gift of synchronicity. So when your friend or neighbor is excited to share with you a synchronous experience, be filled with joy – for the new energy is here!
Answer ’I AM’ to this new energy.
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Thank you, Meg.
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