Turtle Talk

Posted on June 5, 2012 by Trish and Rob

 

Every so often we receive an e-mail from someone who recently bought “The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity” or “Synchronicity and the Other Side,” and tells us that he or she has synchronicities all the time. Sometimes they provide an example. But rarely do we get e-mails, as the one below, from Tanya, whose life is entangled in multiple synchronicities – all involving turtles. We’ll let her tell the story.

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I just picked up your and Trish’s book, “The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity,” which I came across the other evening. It’s so good! Very perfect timing considering that I have had an overabundance of synchronicities occur since breaking up with my boyfriend in December. So many doors opened after that and I know that I’m on the right path!

Recently I have had a non-stop synchronicity involving turtles and these may be connected to another person. It’s bugging me out a bit because I can’t figure it out! I was hoping that maybe you could give me insight.

A little less than a month ago, I had a devastating and moving experience. I was driving home on a two lane road and in the lane next to me, a turtle had begun to cross. As soon as I could, I whipped around to get him out of the road. I stopped on the side of the road and rushed out of my car.

I was too late. In that 2 minute span, a car had already run over him, his shell split down the middle. I picked him up and went and moved my car off to the side near the creek he had crawled away from. I carried him to the creek, held him in my hands for a minute and started bawling. I was so close to saving him but I had failed. I set him down and sat with him for awhile with my hand over his shell, crying. Eventually I said good by and put a large palm leaf over his body and left. I was so shaken by the experience and didn’t know why. I couldn’t tell anyone about it at first, but two weeks later I let it out.

The week before I told my story, I heard one of my old favorite bands was playing nearby in Tampa and I had to go! I immediately texted my cousin to see if she wanted to go along and since she wasn’t huge on the band, she said she could swing it if we bought the tickets at the show since it would be $7.00 cheaper than buying them in advance. Afraid that they would sell out, I almost purchased the tickets online and ate the fees on hers. I held off though and decided that if we drove all the way to Ybor and they were sold out, we could just go see a movie.

About 3 days before the show, I told my cousin, “I’ll just win us tickets” in a joking kind of way and tried to call in when they were giving them away. Of course I didn’t get through on time. The next day on my way home from work, I called the radio station again to find out if they would be giving away any more tickets. The DJ said he was planning on it, but that if I really wanted to go, he would just give them to me then. So as I told my cousin I would, I won tickets!

At the show I noticed a pretty cute bouncer at the front of the stage who looked extremely bored. I told my cousin that he looked miserable and that’s when she recognized him as a guy she went to high school with. Sure enough after the first band played, he came over to say hello. I didn’t know him at all but felt inclined to hug him as if we had always been buddies. I do that when I’m in a non-insecure fun mood. I’m friends with everyone!

He was a very nice guy and by the end of the show I was pretty attracted to him. Since my break up in December, I had decided that I was not going to get into anything with anyone for at least 5 years or until I graduated from college. I was certainly not looking for anyone at the time I met him. I joked with my cousin that in 5 years she should hook me up with the guy.

Before my band came on, the bouncer shouted out that I shouldn’t leave after the show. He met up with me and my cousin and had something in his hand in which we were to pick a number since he only had one. My cousin told him to give me whatever it was. He dropped a guitar pick in my hand. I put it in my pocket, thanked him and gave him a hug goodbye. As we left I asked my cousin if she thought it was a bad idea to message him on Facebook to thank him or if that would be weird. She told me to add him as a friend but I didn’t want to go that far.

While walking to the car, I stopped and felt compelled to tell her my turtle story. It was the first time I had talked about it and it felt good to get it out. I still didn’t know why it had effected me so much but it did. As we drove out of the parking garage, I started removing items from my pockets to put back in my purse. When I pulled out the guitar pick which was green, I looked at it closer and it had a turtle on it! Such weird timing, I thought. I showed her and she laughed along too.

When I got home, I went on Facebook to thank the bouncer for the pick. I found his page and saw that my cousin had already posted a thank you so I just added to it. I looked at my messages on my own page and found that he had already friend-requested me (only two hours after we left, haha). I accepted the request and started checking out the pics on his page. I came across one that made my heart skip a beat. There was a picture he took of a turtle and the caption stated that he had saved it from being run over. Such weird coincidence again! I posted him about my story.

Since the show we carried on a troubled affair. It turned out that he lives the nightlife and me, being 4 1/2 years sober and clean, could not adapt. I’m not sure exactly what he was looking for or even what I was looking for but either way, I can’t continue hanging out with him if that’s who he is.

Also since the show, turtles have been very prominent in my life. When we talked once, the bouncer told me about how he had always had a thing for turtles and even had a pet turtle that he named after a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle when he was a kid. Coincidentally, I did too! I named him after a different Ninja Turtle, but still…. A week after I knew the guy, I was walking to my car from the beach and passed a car. The window had a sticker of a cartoon turtle with a big red cross on him. I took a pic of it. I also see turtle stickers and license plates everywhere as well.

The bouncer and I had our final straw this past Saturday night and I left never intending to talk to him again. He sent me a text Monday apologizing for what had happened. Instead of dumping my anger on him, I took responsibility for the situation because I chose to continue seeing him even though our lifestyles conflicted. That particular situation involved him being drunk and a girl hanging all over him right in front of me. My intentions of being present that evening were self-seeking. He didn’t respond back.

Yesterday, my cousin (who I work with) came into the office and gave me a bracelet with a turtle on it. She said it was to start over with the turtle symbol not being connected to the guy. I put it on and literally 5 minutes later, I received a text. It was him! He said that I was special and attached a picture that he said he had come across and made him think of me. It was a damn turtle dressed up in a Ninja Turtle costume!

Later, on my way home, I texted  a friend from work about what happened  and wouldn’t you know that a car with a turtle license plate was next to me and about 5 minutes later, another pulled up on the other side of my car. So weird!

I’m sorry this was so much! If there is anything that may cross your mind after reading this, please let me know. It’s a neat experience, but this particular one has me all sorts of confused. I really appreciate your time and help!

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Okay, let’s see. Your story about becoming very emotional about missing the chance to save the turtle seemed intimately  linked to your life. The turtle represents shelter and protection and its shell was cracked open. You were in the aftermath of a relationship, and like the turtle shell, the security of the relationship was cracked open. The turtle died just as the relationship did. You were still feeling the pain.

The cute bouncer is your Ninja Turtle, a chance to regain protection from an outside source. But you are finding correctly that self-protection comes from within, not from a new relationship–not even from a Ninja Turtle.

Keep in mind that the turtle is connected with the Earth through the bottom of its shell, and the heavens, through the rounded top of the shell. So keep your feet on the ground and your head in the sky!

Just call us the Dear Abby of Synchronicity!

 

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Venus Rocks!

Posted on June 4, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Tomorrow, June 5, there’s a rare astronomical event that won’t  happen again for 105 years, an alignment of the Earth, Venus and the sun. People in North America, Central America and the northern part of South America will be able to see the  transit – until the sun sets. Venus’ journey across the face of the sun takes six and a half hours and that means people in Europe, the Mideast and South Asia will be able to see the end of the transit shortly before dawn on June 6. You will probably need a telescope and if you don’t have one, you’ll be able to find webcasts on the events here and here.

The last time this alignment occurred was on June 8, 2004. What makes it so rare is that the one before that happened in December 1882. After this alignment, there won’t be another until 2117 and then again eight years later, in 2125. The weirdness in this alignment is that this alignment happens only in June or December. A pair of December transits follows a June pair after 105 years, while a June pair comes 121 and a half years after a December pair.

The alignment was discovered by Johannes Kepler in the 17th century, but because no one had telescopes or knew where, exactly, to look, only six of these alignments have been recorded. The phenomenon gives astronomers an opportunity to study the atmosphere of Venus and hone their ability to hunt for planets orbiting distant stars.

There’s a metaphorical and an astrological importance to this alignment, too.  In astrology, Venus represents love and romance, creativity, art, the path of the heart; the sun symbolizes identity, ego, will, authority, the reasonable path. So when Venus intercepts the sun (at 15 degrees Gemini), we fall in love, dive into a creative project, are able to tap into undeveloped potential that we have.  For hints about how this may play out in your own life,  look back eight years. Around June 8, 2004, what was going on in your life?

I referred back to my pocket astrological calendar for 2004. Nothing special noted, except for a rather enigmatic  note on June 11- Maui. Huh? We never went to Maui. But this year, we were thinking about going in mid-May, but didn’t. Odd little synchro, particularly since I have no recollection of planning any trip to Maui in 2004.

I know that around the time of this last alignment, I was flying up to Atlanta every few months to see my dad, who was in an assisted living facility where my sister was in charge of nursing. I was learning a lot about heart-centered living then, watching as Parkinson’s destroyed his mobility piece by piece. Megan was 14, had just finished her freshman year in high school, my mother had been gone for four years.  Rob  and I were a year into writing the Sydney Omarr books. I was writing my novel, Category 5,  the fourth book in my Tango Key series. Other than the situation with my dad, life was good.

For this alignment, spend time with the ones you love. Or, as the song goes, love the one you’re with. Engage your muse. Invite magic into your life. Explore your potential. Believe in yourself. Do whatever your passions dictate. Be kind to yourself and the people around you. If you can, find a telescope. After all, most of us won’t be seeing the next alignment in 2117.

On a global scale, wouldn’t it be great if this alignment could result in a day without war and fighting everywhere in the world? What would that feel like? Can we humans live in a world where we aren’t always fighting about something?

There’s an event today worth noting: a lunar eclipse at 14 degrees Sagittarius. I encourage you to read Susan Miller’s take on this eclipse.

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Aliens in the Backyard

Posted on June 3, 2012 by Trish and Rob

We were just getting ready to submit our proposal for ‘Aliens in the Backyard: Abducting the World’ when we decided  to place more emphasis on synchronicity. Synchros were already rampant in the four chapters we were submitting, but we needed to focus more on it in the all-important marketing section. That’s where we emphasize how our book is different from those already published about alien abductions.

The idea is to make use of our expertise and to show that we are placing strong emphasis on an element of the abduction scenario that has been either overlooked or only mentioned in passing. That way we make our book proposal more unique.

The next morning we were still working on some finishing touches, but were getting close to sending it out. That’s when we noticed a striking headline at the top of the Local & Business section of the Palm Beach Post.

It read: District considers abduction alert.  

Apparently a man had tried to abduct two school girls and the school district was considering a district-wide alert. Not alien abductors, of course, but still it was kind of startling to see. And a synchronicity.

You might ask, how do we know it wasn’t an alien abductor going after school girls? Well, it probably wasn’t because the girls got away. As abductees report, escaping alien abductors is no easy task.

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After Rob wrote this post, we heard from Al, our agent. “Who is publishing alien books these days?” he asked.

I glanced at the books  stacked on my desk, jotted down the list of publishers, and sent it off. Al responded quickly: “Trish, can you please concentrate on recent publishers?”

Now, I’m fairly certain Al has never sold a book on aliens or abductions or UFO encounters – fairly sure, but not 100 percent positive. He’s been in this business for  40 years and, at one time, represented Jess Stearns, so maybe back there somewhere, he might have repped a UFO book. But even if he never represented a book on UFOs, he immediately grasped what we needed. Rob combed through Amazon, came up with a list of recent publishers, and we sent it off.

And this may be part of the secret to Al’s success as an agent. As a Virgo who is meticulous about details, Al knows when he’s out of his element and has no hesitation about  asking for additional info. He’s also aware that the publishing industry right now is in a terrible state and to sell a book – any book – requires more than business as usual.

So, we’ll see where it goes. In the end Rob and I still adhere to the belief that each of us creates our own reality. We want to see this book published. We’ve invested a lot of time and effort in the proposal. And we’re practicing some visualization techniques we’ve learned from Mike Perry. When  it comes to manifesting what you desire, we’re all babes in the woods – and are just learning to walk.

 

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Little Girl in the Car Seat

Posted on June 2, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Megan showed us this video while we were sitting outside by the pool in her complex. She knew the words and understood the sentiment, drawing  comparisons between this vid and her last boyfriend. The video is a hoot.

 

 

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Synchronicity and Social Media

Posted on June 1, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Jung’s place, Lake Zurich

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Social media is a fascinating phenomena – Facebook, Twitter, tumblr, Linkdin, blogs, You Tube. Each one offers something different, but enables you to connect with people from all over the world.  The one social media that I use but don’t really understand is Twitter.

First, you have a limit – 140 characters. Not words, but characters. In fact, what you just read here amounts to 280 characters (without spaces), which is twice what Twitter allows. Hey, is that a synchro? (140×2.) I use Twitter for links to certain posts on our blog. Self-promotion, in other words. Other people use Twitter to post daily feel-good aphorisms that are usually self-promotional as well:

Love yourself.

Nurture yourself.

Forgive and forget.

Yes, okay.

Occasionally, advertisers end up on my Twitter page, but when I catch them, I dismiss them – i.e., delete them.

Where Twitter seems most valuable is in organizing protests (the Occupiers), revolts and revolutions (the Arab spring) and in  offering live coverage of trials, legal hearings, congressional debates, and that sort of thing. Recently, for instance, I first followed the John Goodman sentencing  on Twitter. Goodman is the polo mogul charged with vehicular manslaughter in 2010 for the death of a 23-year-old man. I finally gave up on the Twitter feeds and just turned on the TV.

Rob is far more active on Facebook than I am. Neither of us use Linkdin, and we have posted just one thing on tumblr. Our daughter’s generation is really the Facebook and text messaging crowd. When we were looking for a software engineer who might be able to write simple IOS code for a divination app we were developing, she gave us the phone number of a friend who was working in the computer department of a local university.

“Should I leave him a message on Facebook?” I asked. “Or call him?”

Silence. I could almost hear the HUGE sigh that she somehow stifled. “Mom, we use Facebook, but not like that. We use our phones, but for what you’re talking about, we text.”

This is why Megan and I have unlimited text messages in our cell plans.

Social media is changing the world in unprecedented ways. This statement probably seems obvious, until you’re in a position where your You Tube shows the humiliation you endured during a TSA search at the airport. It may be irrelevant until your computer is hacked or your identity is stolen or your email is hacked and you discover you can file an online  report with the FBI’s cyber security  site. You discover that you can ask your server to text your cell phone with a code that will enable you to  seize control again of your email, your blog, your identity.

The Internet is one big synchronicity. Regardless  of what the Facebook stock does or doesn’t do, whether Twitter ever extends its 140-character limit, whether your text messaging is limited or not, the technology is here and for better or worse, in sickness and in health, we are connected. Married. Joined at the hip.

This is not only the future, it’s the NOW, an Eckhart Tolle moment. Seize your opportunity, but be aware of that 140-character limit!

 

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The Psychometrist and the Holy Water

Posted on May 31, 2012 by Trish and Rob

One of the unexpected perks of our daughter living in Orlando is that we usually end up detouring for a night in Cassadaga, a Spiritualist community half an hour north of Disney World. The last several times we’ve gone there, we’ve stayed in nearby Lake Helen, at Cabin on the Lake, a B&B owned by a British couple, Heather and her husband.

On this trip, we’ve brought along the vial of holy water that Charles Fontaine had been carrying during the year since his UFO encounter. He had mailed it to Rob sealed up in a Baggie and neither of us had touched the glass container, just the upper edges of the Baggie  in which Charles had mailed it. Rob thought it was best that I get the reading on the holy water, since he had spoken to the psychometrist, Kathy, about the UFO encounter when we had seen her in April. So while I headed up the steps to Kathy’s place, he took the two dogs on a bike ride around Spirit Lake.

I was surprised that I got in right away, that no one was waiting. “All alone?” I asked. “I can’t believe it.”

“Ha! Come back on Saturday and Sunday.”

We chatted a bit about the terrible heat, the hurricane and tropical storm out there somewhere. I brought out the Baggie. “It belongs to someone else.” I handed her the Baggie and noticed a change in her expression that I didn’t understand until later. “No one else has touched it since he mailed it. You can take it out.”

She did so, tucked one foot up under her body, and held the tiny vial between her thumb and forefinger and closed her eyes.

I realized I had already revealed that the owner of the vial was male. But I couldn’t take it back now.  Her fingers moved over the glass. “Is this gentleman in a northern city? I see a lot of snow around him.”

“Yes, in Canada.”

“There’s a lotta stuff going on around him…not necessarily spiritual stuff, but, umm… abnormal occurrences. He’s having a difficult time knowing what’s real and what isn’t.  His significant other is going against what he wants to do. She just wants to forget what happened.”

Okay, she’s tuned into it, I thought, and Kathy  paused and rubbed her fingers over the vial again.

“A gentleman who lives far away from him is trying to help and this gentleman ((the Canadian)  is telling him more and more. You know both of these men.”

If the man she’s referring to is Rob, then yes and no.  Rob has been communicating with Charles since the beginning  and I “know” Charles only through emails and their Skype conversations, as related by Rob.

“Someone who passed away, a relative, has been trying to communicate with this gentleman.”

I thought this reference might relate to Charles’ and his deceased uncle and the first post we did on the encounter.

“He has other spirits around him now who aren’t related to him, a different set of guides, who are trying to help him place things in perspective.”

Kathy went on to say that within a year, Charles would move and that it would be positive for him. He would still keep his present home.

At this point, I gave her some history.  “The vial belongs to a French Canadian guy who had a UFO encounter and was so freaked out that he started carrying that holy water to protect himself.”

She looked relieved. “I work part-time as an ER nurse. When you first handed me this vial, I thought it was filled with urine! I see it all the time in ER. I never expected holy water.” Now I understood the initial expression on her face when I had handed her the Baggie. She leaned forward slightly in her chair. “They won’t be back. This was a one-time deal.”

“So he was abducted?”

“Definitely.”

“But what was the purpose?”

She thought a moment, rubbed her fingers over the vial again. “Entertainment.”

I thought about that.   Entertainment?  You blow open some random guy’s head for fun?  Well, why not? I’ve never read anything to that effect–that the Grays sometimes undertake abductions just for fun–but who’s to say it’s not possible? We humans have done worse. Maybe it’s what some bored aliens do on Saturday nights. It may sound offensive to experiencers who have endured decades of abductions, but what do we humans actually know about any of it?

Kathy handed me the Baggie, with the vial of holy water inside. “I’m glad it isn’t urine,” she said. “But I feel bad for the gentleman. His life burst open because of this.  And now he’s investigating, researching, digging around for answers. And his significant other just wants to forget it and move on and maybe get their house exorcised.”

As I got up to leave a few minutes later, I asked Kathy if we could use her full name. “Sure. I’m Kathy Adams,” she said.

“Trish MacGregor,” I said, and we shook hands and I hurried outside to find Rob and the dogs.

Kathy’s Place (here) is across the street from the Cassadaga Hotel and its restaurant. Note the name.

 

 

 

 

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Connected

Posted on May 30, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Last Christmas when Santa brought me an iPad, I was thrilled. I had done quite a bit of research on this gizmo, online, at the Apple store, and asking   writer friends what it could and couldn’t do. I was trying to get some sense of how I might be able to write a book on it. The consensus was that writing a book on the iPad might be possible if you have a keyboard and Pages, but it wouldn’t be any writer’s first choice. However, the iPad, they agreed, does everything else.

“Like what?” I asked.

Your e-mail is easier to pick up

Cool apps

And, my personal favorite – you’re always connected.

But did any of that justify the price of an iPad?

Well, that depends. In the six months I’ve had  iPad2, I’ve tested that Internet connection: at the gym, in the supermarket, on road trips, while getting my hair cut. No matter where I am, I can be electronically connected to the larger world- and to the people I care about most. I can conduct business, purchase a book, read a book, edit a manuscript, write and reply to e-mail. But in the back of my mind, I have always known  the ultimate iPad test would happen during a hurricane.

In 2004 and 2005, when the hurricane season was particularly active, we invariably lost electrical power. In one of those years, we lost power for a week. In the other year, we didn’t have power for 10 days.  During the 10-day outage, we plugged into a neighbor’s generator ad at least got the fridge powered up. I used to open the door and stand in front of it just to cool down.  In both years, I notice that cell reception returned within a day or two.  I remembered this fact when I was doing my research about the iPad.

Today, May 29, two days before the official hurricane season starts, we got a taste of that power outage. A cell of thunderstorms swept in over our county, thunder, lightning, 60 mph winds, the whole Olympian tempest. Our electricity went off at 2:30. Our landline didn’t work, so I called our neighbor on my cell and asked if her electricity was off, too. Yes, it was. Okay, time to report this to Florida Power and Light, I thought, and got out my iPad.

I use ATT for my cellular connection on the iPad. I activated it, went online, reported the outage to FPL,  then used their interactive map to find out where the outages were and to keep tabs on the status of repair. I was able to check the local radar, the National Weather Service, and to answer some email.  Even though this storm was just a violent weather cell passing through, the power failed, the cell towers didn’t. I was always connected.

During a Category 3 hurricane or higher, cell reception probably would be lost because cell towers would go down. But unless those towers snapped in half, they would probably come back online more quickly than the electrical grid. So what purpose might an iPad (or iPhone, for that matter) serve during or in the aftermath of a major hurricane?

Let’s take Hurricane Andrew,  which slammed into South, Florida 20 years ago, in 1992, and decimated Homestead.  Granted, there was barely an Internet in1992, at least not for most of us. But if there had been and if the cell signal held during even part of the storm, I would have live radar that showed  where the worst cells were located, where tornadoes might be, and where the center of the storm was. I would know which side of the storm was the strongest and whether I needed to take extra precautions – like hide in my bathtub with a mattress over me, as one friend had to do. And in the aftermath, once the cell towers were back online, I would know where I could find help, food, water, and everything else I needed to know.

Of course, in the aftermath of a Cat 5 storm the cell towers probably wouldn’t come back online any faster than electrical power, which means you have to rely on battery-operated radios or TVs for news. These venues are better than nothing, but there’s something empowering about holding this iPad gizmo in your lap and hopping around at your own discretion to find useful news. While using FPL’s interactive map, I discovered that only 63 homes had power outages and one of the areas pinpointed on the map was close to the yoga studio where Rob’s meditation class that evening would be held. He used his cell to e-mail the owner of the  studio about whether she had power. She didn’t. She was using candles.

For me, this inconvenient power outage confirmed a couple of things:

–       This is NOT my parents’ world

–        I love most technology

–       I’m grateful this was  NOT a hurricane

–      I love my iPad

 

 

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11:11 Synchro

Posted on May 29, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Not too long ago, we did a post on 11s or 11:11, can’t recall which, and Daz from down under  provided a link to a store that sells 11:11 t-shirts.  I checked out the site and bought a t-shirt.

When I first put it on, Rob sort of laughed and said that people would think it was a Biblical reference.  One afternoon, I deliberately wore it next door, wondering if my neighbor, who knows her Bible, would comment. She didn’t. Over a weekend when Megan was home visiting and her friends were stopping in, I happened to be wearing the t-shirt and one of Megan’s friends said,  “Wow, cool t-shirt, Trish. Where’d you get it?”

“Internet. You know what 11:11 is?”

“Sure. It’s, like, some sort of mystical thing, right?  A hint about consciousness?”

“Supposedly, it’s a mystical portal, and people who see it repeatedly are experiencing a particular type of synchronicity that suggests a profound change in their consciousness is happening.”

Her eyes widened. “I need one of those t-shirts. My life right now is so totally chaotic.”  That’s probably because she just turned 23!

I’ve worn the t-shirt  a couple of times while running errands, to the grocery store, and no one has ever commented on it until today, at the dog park.  Cassie, who is often out in the park tossing balls for her Border Collie, was sidelined by the heat, like the rest of us, and was sitting on a bench in the shade. “What’s 11:11, Trish?”

Suddenly, all eyes were on my t-shirt and I felt…well, tongue-tied. I was scrambling for some way to explain 11:11 to someone who didn’t have any inkling about what it might mean. “You know who Uri Geller is?”

The blank look on Cassie’s face said no, she didn’t have any idea who Geller was.

“He’s that Israeli psychic who bent spoons back in the 70s.”

“Oh, right,” she said.

The woman next to her – don’t know her name, just her dogs’ names, Hershey and Tootsie – said, “Geller. Sure. I know who he is. I saw him on TV once, years ago, bending spoons. He came up with that?”

“Well, he helped define it.” I then launched into an abbreviated explanation about the meaning of 11:11 – or 11, 1:11, etc – and their eyes glazed over and I shut up.

I decided that the next time I’m asked about 11:11, I’ll have a better explanation, something really simple. Mystical doorway to the unconscious.  Or: If you’re seeing 11:11, 1:11 or 1s everywhere you look, then your life is about to change, big time. Or: You’re being summoned. Something.

What I took away from this is that we all live in our own little universes and I can’t just assume that because I have heard of Uri Geller and 11:11, everyone around me will have heard of them, too.  Yet, interestingly, I have a t-shirt that reads, Have a Namaste.  Countless people have asked me what that means. And I’ve got an answer that satisfies: “Namaste means, the divine light in me greets the divine light in you.”

Everyone seems to get that.

In fact, one day at our local grocery store, an Indian guy in the fruit section noticed my t-shirt and said, “Namaste. I know that!”

I smiled at him and he pressed his palms together,  brought them to his heart, and bowed his head ever so slightly, acknowledging the moment between us. It’s the gesture we make at the end of yoga class.

Maybe 11:11 needs something like that, a hand gesture or nod of the head that becomes a universal acknowledgement of the transformative power of 11:11.

 

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Where’s the Fire?

Posted on May 28, 2012 by Trish and Rob

We decided to take advantage of Megan’s free passes to Disney before her internship ends, and drove up to Orlando to see her this weekend.  As we approached  Disney’s Epcot Center, we passed billowing cascades of smoke on the edge of the Disney property. We wondered  what was burning, then  continued on.

First, we had to drop off Megan at the employee or ‘crew’ gate so she could go get her Disney ID, which she’d left at the office. We couldn’t park there, so when Megan came back, we had to leave Epcot, then find our way back in through the main entrance. Since Megan doesn’t usually drive that route, we got turned around and missed the entrance.

We ended up back even closer to the fire, which had grown larger, with great billowing dark clouds of smoke that obscured the sky. Several choppers hovered overhead.   We found a place to turn around, and went past the fire again before finding the right entrance and making our way to the parking lot.

Once inside the Epcot Center, we headed for the closest building with air conditioning. We’d been walking about twenty minutes in 90 degree heat and were ready to cool off. The building was called ‘Innoventions’ – a fake word combining innovation and invention. It’s a pavilion and interactive play space about technology for kids.

When we reached the first exhibit, we were startled by a synchronicity. In bold red colors, the title of the exhibit read: Where’s the fire?

Well, we knew the answer to that one. We’d seen it several times, while we were asking ourselves, “Where’s the Epcot Center?”

Megan had never been in that particular building so she was as surprised as we were by the exhibit’s name. Later, we spent half an hour with a couple of dolphins in a private tour of the enormous Living Seas Aquarium, courtesy of Megan and two trainers. It was a fantastic experience and we marveled at the intelligence of the two sleek mammals.

We  were delayed leaving when we had trouble finding a restaurant in Epcot that wasn’t fully booked for dinner. That delay turned out to be a good thing; if we had left directly, we would’ve found ourselves on a long detour because the highway leading back to downtown Orlando was closed. The reason: heavy smoke from the 15-acre brush fire that we’d seen earlier.

But by the time we finished our fish and chips in the British pavilion of the Around the World section of Epcot, the smoke had mostly cleared and the highway was re-opened. As we drove away, it occurred to us that Epcot, which is all about the future, doesn’t have any exhibits that feature the possibility of expanded mental abilities, including telepathy, clairvoyance,  precognition, or other psi abilities. It’s more about hands-on technology than mind-on hi tech tools.

But in spite of that, we had found synchronicity within minutes of stepping into Epcot.

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Another Dog Park Story

Posted on May 27, 2012 by Trish and Rob

The place where dogs fly…

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Okay, some of you may be getting tired of these dog park synchro/stories. But, I promise, this one isn’t about politics. By the way, that’s Nika on the ground, with the ball in her mouth, and Lily the pug leaping for another ball above her.  And oh, this picture hasn’t been photo shopped, as one man on Rob’s facebook suggested about the pic of Noah. I mean, really, these are dogs, not UFOs; who would bother or have the time to photo shop something like this?

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So here’s what happened. With summer already here and the afternoon thunderstorms a given, we’ve been trying to get to the dog park before the skies open up. Today we got there around 4:15, not too many people there.

Karin and Colleen are sitting on a bench in the shade and their dogs are crowded around them. Hey, they aren’t fools. The sun is hot and the shade is the place to be. The dogs: Starr, a Corgie, and Cody, a husky, belong to Karin; Colleen owns Bronson, Thunder, and Rip.

Colleen has been unemployed for the last year, her unemployment just ran out, and she has been dog sitting, which means the pooches in her care come to the park twice a day and eat a lot of treats in between. Good deal for them, good deal for Colleen, whose owners pay her.

Karin inherited Cody, which was her son’s dog, and what a trickster he is, loveable and mischievous.”Hey,” Karin says. “Where’ve you been?”

“Just busy,” I reply.

“You guys off to see Megan this weekend?”

“You bet. We  want to use our free passes at Disney before her internship ends. We’re going to spend a night in Cassadaga first and ask a psychometrist to read a vial of holy water.”

Judging by the look on Karin’s face – and Colleen’s – I suddenly realize how strange this sounds. Oh hey, yeah, off with our holy water to see what a psychic says about it.Huh? What holy water? WTF are you talking about? I can see these questions on their faces. So I rapidly backtrack.

“A guy in Montreal thinks he may have been abducted. By, you know, aliens. We did some blog posts on it. He has been carrying holy water around with him for a year, as a means of protection. Anyway, we’ve put together a proposal, Aliens in the Backyard, about the abduction experience – his and those of some other individuals.”

Uh-oh. Colleen’s expression screams, HUH? Karin murmurs, “Wow, you lead an interesting life.”

And I haven’t even told them anything else about it. I suddenly realize, oh duh, that in this particular area, these kinds of ideas don’t register for most people. Maybe if we lived in Sedona or Santa Fe or San Francisco,  it would be a different story. Or maybe it’s more about mindset than about  place.

These events happened on Wednesday, May 23, the day before we met with Kathy, the Cassadaga psychometrist who read the vial of holy water that Charles Fontaine of the Quebec encounters carried for a year after his UFO encounter. We’ve written about Kathy before.  In the next couple of days, we’ll post some of Kathy’s impressions  about the vial of holy water and the Quebec encounter.

 

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