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Here’s an interesting post on synchronicity from Clay Sellers, whose blog is called, Rethinking Complexity: Studying Systems for a Humane and Sustainable World.

Last month, during my sojourn through the amazing beauty of Sedona, Arizona, I decided to do something I have never done in my life nor have I ever really wanted to do: I visited a psychic to receive a spiritual “reading.”  For most of my life, I have moved in the world of rigid organization and technology and that association has never encouraged me to seek the insight of someone who claims to have a finger on the pulse of spiritual ebb and flow of life.

As I sat before this mystic, a Native American surprisingly down to earth and not at all who I would have expected, the following admission came out right at first: “All my life I have really wanted to believe in magic, but I have never trusted Magicians,” I said.

Smiling and nodding, she pointed out that most people are skeptics, some more than others, and that she had no expectations and offered no promises other than to be open, honest, and kind. As the reading progressed—once again, not at all the spooky, mystical session laced with uplifting or ominous predictions—she simply talked about my past, my present, and my future. There were none of the “clarifying questions” I’d seen or heard in so many televised readings, only her declarations about what she felt or believed I’d experienced yesterday, what was around me today, and what I might look forward to tomorrow.

I won’t ramble on about all that I felt or that I took away, but want to relate one aspect of our discussion that rang a bell so distinctly I almost believed I’d actually heard the ringing. As she spoke about my past moving into my present, she declared that I am increasingly touched by synchronicity. I involuntarily smiled, for that word seemed suddenly so appropriate.  Harkening back to Carl Jung’s concepts, I noted that synchronicity describes events that don’t seem to be at all causally related, but when contemplated together, present significance or meaningfulness. Since I’d only the previous week held a conversation with a colleague where we’d also earnestly discussed synchronicity, I smiled at the irony in the close temporal and ideological connection between the two discussions.

As a now out-of-the-closet systems theorist, I am rarely surprised by connections of all sorts. Connections pervade my worldview and help define how I process purpose, and direction, and design in life. I often employ that associative concept that uses the analogy of ever-widening ripples caused by tossing a pebble into a pond to describe how a tiny action can have continuing, significant effects. If I then overlay the idea of synchronicity onto those circles, I arrive at an interesting theory of life and its harmonies: ripples of synchronicity.

Just for a moment, find a quiet spot (even though that’s very difficult to do these days) and consider all of the echoes around you; all the events and even artifacts that hint of harmony. Look at the shapes to which you’re drawn—wine glasses and vases and palm tree trunks. Then, perhaps, listen to the wind and the rhythms that the moving leaves and branches provide. Patterns that recur all about you become apparent. After that, look to the skies and the regularity of the clouds and the joyful flow of day and night. Finally, take joy in thinking of the friends and family whose mannerisms you can easily foretell and who finish your sentences, bringing laughter from both of you. These places and sights and souls embody a reassuring synchronicity that brings to you both comforting patterns and delightful surprises in ever broader loops and swirls that carry you out from that pebble of birth.

And if that isn’t magical, perhaps I’ve been missing the point.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-0Ebn3qrBE

Here’s a video of a speech by Paul Hellyer, former Canadian minister of defense. He has gone from Canadian politics to exo-politics. He’s a strong proponent of governments releasing UFO documents and revealing their involvement in UFO/alien matters.

The synchronicity for us comes at the 5:56 minute mark when Hellyer inadvertently gives our book a plug…and the crowd cheers. We laughed when he heard it and had to play it again.

But a better plug –and a real one–comes to us from Whitley Strieber. Here’s what he had to say:

Trish and Rob MacGregor have written a sobering, engaging and important book about the mysterious subject of alien abduction. When I read it, I was reminded how little we know about this incredible, complex and enigmatic subject, and just how much light this insightful book sheds on it.

If we are going to understand this phenomenon, books such as this are essential. Read it and wonder: what have we missed about our world? Perhaps the most important thing that has ever happened.

Aliens in the Backyard is a treasure.

Whitley Strieber

JFK’s counterpart

When we first started our blog four years ago, we used to get occasional peculiar synchro stories from a Nigerian man living in London. The theme of his synchros have always been the same, comparing Nigerian political figures with American ones. He searches backgrounds to find commonalities linking the cross-Atlantic figures. We were never certain what these connections were supposed to mean, or infer, but we posted several of them.

A couple of years passed and we had not heard from Augustine and just a day or two ago, he came to mind and I wondered what had happened to him. So this morning (2-23), I was surprised – well, maybe not so surprised – to find an e-mail from Augustine with more of the same. This time he takes three American presidents and finds Nigerian counterparts, or at least connections between the American and Nigerian figures.

We’ll post it, more or less, as it was received.
> Between the U.S. and Nigeria by Augustine Togonu-Bickersteth, London, England. <

There are interesting developments betwen the United states and Nigeria in respect of
John F.Kennedy (JFK) and John Kayode Fayemi (JKF), Barack Obama and Abiola Ajimobi, and Bill Clinton and Olusegun Obasanjo

JFK and JKF are both Catholics
JFK and JKF both attened three different universities
JFK Harvard, Princeton and London School of Economics
JKF, University of Lagos, University of Ife, and Kings college London
JFK fought in the second world War
JKF is a PHd in War studies
JFK was into Civil rights and JKF into Human rights.
JKF assummed office on October 15 2010 the the 48th anniversary of the most important event in the JFK administration.-The Cuban Missile crisis when the world stood on the precipice of a Nuclear War. Over 100 million would have been killed
JFK was President of the U.S. and JKF Governor of Ekiti State

>Barack Obama and Abiola Ajimobi <
Obama and Ajimobi were bot fathered by Muslims
Obama and Ajimobi were both senators.
Obama from Chicago, capital of mid west America, home of the  world”s  first skyscraperthird largest city in the U.S., founded in the 19th century
Ajimobi from Ibadan, political capital of south west Nigeria, home of the  first Nigerian skyscraper,third largest city in Nigeria also founded in the 19th century.
Obama and Ajimobi are both associated with a citizenship controversy.
Obama, president of the U.S. and Ajimobi, Governor of Oyo State.

> OF Bill Clinton and Olusegun Obasanjo (Not my original  by an anonymous writerl) <
Clinton and Obasanjo are both Baptist and both served as Presidents  of the U.s. and Nigeria for eight years
Clinton and Obasanjo were both born on a Tuesday
Clinton has the name, seven letters, starting with w and ending with M, William
Obasanjo has the name , seven letters, starting with M and ending with W, Matthew

Recently, one of our friends from the dog park had an attack of colitis and ended up in the hospital for a week. The cost for just room and board at the hospital for 7 days? Are you sitting down? $52,000. Think about that for a moment, let it sink in.

If the conversion chart I used is correct, that’s more than 33,000 pounds. Or nearly 40,000 Euros, nearly 51,000 Australian dollars, more than 53,000 Canadian dollars. Regardless of the currency equivalent, it’s a lot of money for just room and board. In other words, it doesn’t include lab tests, scans, doctors’ fees and all the rest of it.

No surprise, then, that most bankruptcies in this country are due to medical care bills. Fortunately, this woman has great health insurance that probably costs her and her husband an arm and a leg each month. Her part of the bill was under a thousand bucks.

Suppose she had been uninsured? Well, the law stipulates that anyone can be treated in the emergency room of a hospital whether or not they have the ability to pay. In 1999, when Rob leaped off his windsurfer onto a beach and landed on a broken beer bottle, the treatment in ER- without any kind of surgery, just drugs for infection and stitches by a podiatrist – cost more than two grand. We didn’t have health insurance and paid it off at a  hundred bucks a month.

In 2007, when Megan broke her ankle, the treatment for a cast  and a couple of follow-up treatments – no surgery- was over two grand. We paid it off in installments. In 1989 when Megan was born, we had catastrophic health insurance. I discovered it didn’t cover anything related to maternity. The price for two nights in a hospital to have a baby, without complications of any kind (except a long labor): more than $8,000 – and I hate to think of what it would cost more than two decades later.

If you are a self-employed individual in the U.S., in your forties or fifties, your health insurance – depending on your deductible and the details – will cost you more than $12,000 a year. And you’ll still have to pay some of the fees. If you are 65 years old or older, then Medicare kicks in and pays 80% of most bills after a small deductible is met. You pay around $100 a month or about $1,200 a year. But not every doctor – or even every state – will take patients on Medicare. If you make less than $25,000 a year (I think that’s the cutoff now), then you qualify for Medicaid, the health insurance program for the poor.  And that’s basically it. Those are your options.If you don’t fit somewhere in those categories, then you are an outlier, a mutant.

After our daughter was born, we dropped our catastrophic health insurance. Had we kept it, we would have paid out nearly a quarter of a million dollars in the last 20 years. And we wouldn’t have been able to send our daughter to college, travel, buy new computers when we needed them, and might not have been able to get a mortgage on a home or own two cars.

And yet, if you’re a member of Congress who serves even just one term, you qualify for premium health care for life. You make about $175,000 a year and are, of course, privy to many perks – like lobbying money from special interest groups. If you weren’t rich when you entered Congress, you probably are rich when you leave.

Since parts of Obama Care were implemented – with the full program going into effect in 2014 – I’ve noticed that doctors are more willing to give you discounts for office visits when you’re private pay. Large operations like the Cleveland Clinic – which has offices all over South Florida – are willing to work with you on the cost and payments. By 2014, all Americans will be required to buy health insurance – or pay a penalty. Those who are against the program say it won’t change anything, that emergency room freeloaders and illegal immigrants  will still be raising the cost for people with insurance.

But the problem with health care in America isn’t freeloaders or immigrants. It’s greed. Until profit is removed from health care, until private health insurance is eliminated from the equation, until the government extends Medicare to all, this system will remain profoundly flawed. Bankruptcies from medical care will continue to proliferate, people will continue to suffer through unbearable pain, and others will simply die. Aren’t we, as a country, as a human collective, better than that? I mean, really. We profess to be a christian nation, yet so much of what we do and don’t do is the antithesis of care for your sick, your wounded, your elderly, and disabled. Care for those who can’t care for themselves.

Some years back, my sister – a nurse – applied to work for an insurance company. Her job would be to look for anything in a patient’s medical history that would be grounds for dismissal in a claim.  She didn’t take the job because she didn’t think she could live with herself. Many more years back, I was a social worker who approved or disproved – people who applied for Medicaid, food stamps, help.  I lasted less than a year at that job and here’s why it ended: a married couple ended up in my office, seeking medical and financial help. They weren’t Medicare eligible yet. He had heart problems, she was a diabetic, they earned next to nothing. But the social welfare rules at the time stated that because they were married, without children living at home, I had to deny them.

In this country, if you want great health care, then run for federal political office – or go to prison. Yes, health care in prison is free.

I ran across this story on Mike Perry’s blog and asked him if we could re-post it. He received it from one of his readers who calls herself Revelation Petra. It’s a strange story and as Mike says, “As with most stories received I have to take this at face value. There’s nothing I can research to verify what is said to have happened. So, as I often say, see what you think.”

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“I had just arrived home from a friend’s place and was lying on my bed  looking out of the window at the stars. I felt a sharp pain like a pin being stuck in my toe.

It felt like I was frozen and I wanted to yell out but didn’t want to disturb my mother who was asleep in the next room. I was wide awake and had only just put my head on the pillow seconds earlier, thinking about tomorrow and things I had to do. I felt someone was in my room and there were sounds from the foot of my bed.

I couldn’t see anything, and couldn’t move at all. It was then that I felt hands around my feet where the pin prick had been. I could only lift my head slightly and I saw three small figures looking at me from the foot of the bed.

There were two small entities standing at the end of my bed and one was holding my ankle and examining it. While this was happening I hoped my mother, in the next room, wouldn’t wake up and disturb these entities as they might panic and hurt her. After what seemed like just a few seconds I noticed three more figures standing at the foot of the bed and they stuck something in my leg.

I started to feel able to move again, only slightly and lifted my head off the pillow and saw right into their faces. They looked back but never stopped doing whatever they were doing. They knew I was looking straight at them and that I was wide awake.

They were not trying to intentionally hurt me and I felt no fear and I can remember everything that they did. I was aware of being awake and that this was not a dream. I tried to communicate with them but I couldn’t talk as no sounds came from my mouth.

They looked quite solid, long arms but not abnormal, smallish heads, not extremely large, more like small children feeling around and playing. They were around three or four feet tall, dark greyish in appearance with lizard like scales, Their skin seemed the same colour throughout the body as far as I could see. They had a almost sad look about them and there was definitely some kind of rank as one or two ordered the others around – not with words or telepathy but they just seemed to obey without answering.

They still had hold of my ankle and reminded me of well trained doctors with nurses helping them, this was a real event. I noticed that they had three large type fingers that seemed to be too large to do anything intricate, yet they were doing things to me with the skill of a surgeon.

I felt no pain except for the initial discomfort of a pinprick in my toe.

They wanted to look at my legs and feet and didn’t come near my face or touch any part of me except my toes and ankles, although they had direct contact with my eyes.

They seemed to be quite aware of my feelings and as they continued they would look my way to see if I was in any discomfort.

Before they left I noticed they looked back at me and then vanished.

It was then that I felt a sensation in my foot and toe and I immediately jumped up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

When I checked the time it was less than three minutes since I had arrived home. This was impossible as I had made something to eat when I first arrived home, went to the bathroom, got undressed and went to bed.

I then heard my mother talking and realized it was all over.”

This is our dog’s favorite toy. It’s called a chucker. The orange ball that usually comes with the chucker is covered with fuzz, like a tennis ball, and the one in the photo is a rubber ball, Noah’s preference.  When we take the chucker and the rubber ball to the dog park, he chases it relentlessly, races other dogs to catch it, and gets quite a cardio workout and general exercise.

Recently, the orange ball got lost. We substituted a tennis ball, but Noah wasn’t interested. So we switched back to a Frisbee, which used to be his favorite toy. But after months of chasing the orange ball, he really wasn’t that interested. He would either stand by the fence, hoping to spot a squirrel, or would do this:

We looked all over the house and yard, in both cars, but couldn’t find the  ball. So today we decided to head to the pet store to buy some new orange balls. While I was waiting for Rob to come outside,  I straightened the sheet we use on the back seat whenever Noah rides in this car. And there was the lost orange ball, just sitting there in the folds of the sheet.

I heard the trickster, laughing.  We had looked repeatedly in the back seat of this car, had removed the sheet and shaken it out, had even changed sheets since the ball had gotten lost. So how could the orange ball suddenly be there?

I have a sort of theory about this. We had already been out for several hours this morning, running errands. While I enjoy trips to the pet store, today I really just wanted to stay home and work on my book. So, just as we’re about to head out to the pet store to buy more orange balls, the lost ball is found. Rob calls it an instant manifestation – no more than a few minutes had passed between my thought about wanting to stay home– and finding the ball. But exactly what is manifestation?

According to dictionary.com, here are the choices:

a : the act, process, or an instance of manifesting

b (1) : something that manifests or is manifest (2) : a perceptible, outward, or visible expression

c : one of the forms in which an individual is manifested

d : an occult phenomenon; specifically : materialization

2: a public demonstration of power and purpose

I think “d” fits nicely, a materialization – it takes shape in three-dimensional reality,  we can hold it, see it, experience it. But why is it referred to as an occult phenomenon?  This immediately casts manifestation in a disparaging light -as suspicious, something that belongs in woo-woo land, something interwoven with hidden or secret knowledge. Yet, don’t most of us have desires that we hope will be manifested?

On a personal level, your desire may be as mundane as finding a lost orange ball  or as big as being healed of cancer. The manifestation of that desire underscores the mysterious nature of reality and may also address the powerful roles that emotion and belief play in the process.

So if a desire doesn’t manifest itself, does that mean your emotions and beliefs weren’t strong enough? This is where things sometimes get murky, at least for me.

Of course it’d like to have a million bucks,  to see all my books and Rob’s become bestsellers,  of course I want my daughter to be happy, of course I want world peace and an end to hunger. The last two desires involve the emotions and beliefs of everyone else on the planet, so I know I can’t do that one alone.  My desire for Megan is powerful, but unless it’s also her desire for herself, my influence is minimal. The first two desires, though, involve the combined reality that Rob and I share and synchronicity certainly is a significant factor – as guidance, affirmation, warning.

Lately, I’ve noticed other “quick” manifestations. I may not be in a place where I can manifest a million bucks by tomorrow morning, but I’m paying attention.

Now, if I can just manifest all those lost socks in the clothes dryer!

Like attracts like. That must be the best explanation for why Bruce Gernon met someone with a similar story to his mind-blowing leap of 100-miles while piloting a plane across the Bermuda Triangle. In this second case, however, the teleporter was not in an airplane and wasn’t even on land! He was actually underwater in a submarine.

Bruce was eating dinner at a sports bar a few years ago when he noticed a man on the opposite side of the horseshoe staring at him. The man whispered something to the bartender, who then came over to Gernon and asked if he was the pilot who had had the strange Bermuda Triangle experience. When Gernon said he was, the bartender told him the gentleman across the bar said he worked at AUTEC – the secret navy base on Andros Island in the Bahamas – and would like to talk to him.

Since there was an open seat next to the man during the crowded dinner hour, Gernon joined the stranger. The man, who was wearing a t-shirt with an AUTEC logo emblazoned on it, told Gernon that he was still employed at the secret navy base and wasn’t going to tell him his name. (We’ll call him Earl.) He said he’d had two unusual experiences during his time working as a civilian employee, but was only willing to tell Gernon one of the stories.

Earl explained he was working as an engineer on a submarine near the south end of the Tongue of the Ocean when the electronic equipment suddenly acted as if it were possessed.  It was as if they had entered a space where the known laws of physics collapsed. Several seconds passed, then everything returned to normal. Everything except that they were now near the north end of the Tongue of the Ocean, about 100 miles from where they had been moments earlier. No one could explain what had happened.

Gernon was fascinated and could only imagine what the second story—the one Earl wouldn’t talk about – must involve. Even though the incident took place deep below the surface, Gernon was fascinated by the similarity to his own encounter in the Bermuda Triangle that began on Andros Island,  where AUTEC is located. Gernon, like Earl, experienced an apparent leap of 100 miles after his electronic equipment malfunctioned.

We learned of a third case of a 100-mile teleportation from Charlotte Kosa, host of California Haunts, an Internet radio show. When Charlotte interviewed us recently, she mentioned her own experience. She and a friend were driving on a highway outside of Sacramento when she became confused about where she was. The surroundings looked all wrong and the signs and cars and buildings seemed as if they were from a different time – possibly the 1960s. A short time later, she came to a town and everything seemed back to normal. Except for one thing. She and her friend now found themselves 100 miles from where they had been just minutes earlier.

Maybe the 100-mile figure is insignificant, simply the synchro that ties the three teleportation stories together. But what could be the source of these experiences, what do they mean, and how often do such incidents take place? Is it simply to nudge our awareness and remind us that the everyday world with it’s physical laws is not the only reality? I’m curious because a few years ago, I also had a teleportation experience, though not one that covered 100 miles.

In my case, I was driving to a dentist appointment and was slowed by highway construction. A voice in my head said, ‘Look where you are and look at the time.’ I did so, thinking it was my subconscious mind reflecting my concern about arriving on time for the appointment.

I got past the road work, picked up speed, and started looking for familiar landmarks. I thought I would be passing a shopping center with a Home Depot at any moment before I reached Southern Boulevard, where I would turn. But the landscape didn’t look right. Instead of open land, there were tall pines on either side of the street and houses. I was no longer in a commercial-zoned area, and I was confused.

Then my jaw dropped as I came to Southern Boulevard, but at an intersection several miles from where I’d been moments earlier. To reach that point would’ve required taking a U-turn and retracing my path.  It would’ve taken at least ten minutes. I looked at my watch and I still had the same amount of time to get to the dentist. Oddly enough, I was now almost as close to the dentist’s office as I had been, but now I was approaching from a different direction. I arrived on time, even though if I’d actually driven the route, I would’ve been ten or fifteen minutes late.

As I stepped into the dentist’s office, I knew I was back in the everyday world.