Hurricane Sandy

Posted on October 28, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Frankenstorm, that’s what they’re calling it.

On Twitter, someone referred to it as a “Stephen King” kind of storm.

Hurricane Sandy is a trickster. As it left the Caribbean and was predicted to make a close swing toward Florida, the National Hurricane Center put most of the east coast of Florida under tropical storm warnings. In the tri-county area that includes Miami, Fort Lauderdale and Palm Beach County, school for Friday, October 26, was promptly cancelled. We were warned that we would experience 1-3 inches of rain, high winds just under 75 MPH, and that we should take the usual storm precautions.

I didn’t trust the prediction. Isaac, back in August, wasn’t supposed to do much of anything to us, yet it dumped 14 inches of rain on South Florida in a period of about 24 hours and caused such widespread flooding we couldn’t get out of our neighborhood for two days. But okay. I listened to the forecast.

Sandy, they said,  was going to impact South Florida seven years and one day after 2005 Hurricane Wilma,   the last time we got walloped by an actual hurricane. The synchro of the timing and the late October storm bothered me, so I made sure we had plenty of food and water, Rob checked the propane tanks,  we had plenty of pet food. Good to go.

Sandy proved to be pretty much of a nonevent for us. We got some rain, some wind, but we have worse summer thunderstorms. Now Sandy is forecast to be a Cat 2 when it slams into New Jersey and affects more than 60 million people who live in the northeast.  Some of the descriptions of this storm are frightening:

From Jeff Masters, director of Weather Undergound, a private weather forecast service: “This storm is so dangerous and so unusual because it is coming at the tail end of hurricane season and beginning of winter storm season, “so it’s kind of taking something from both – part hurricane, part nor’easter, all trouble.”

From Louis Ucellini, the environmental prediction chief of NOAA – National Oceanic and Atmospheric Adminsistration – meteorologists: “The total is greater than the sum of the individual parts. That is exactly what’s going on here. This storm as it grows and moves back to the coast on Monday and Tuesday, the circulation of this storm will extend all the way from the Midwest, the Ohio Valley, toward the Carolinas up into New England and southern Canada. It’s really going to be an expansive storm system.”

The writer on a Wall Street Journal blog says it best, I think. You have a combination of unusual weather that could result in the worst storm NY has seen since the hurricane of 1938.  NOAA forecast Jim Cisco is the one who tagged it Frankenstorm and he and others have referred to Hurricane Sandy as “unprecedented.”
Now: is this hype?

I went through my first hurricane in 1963 – Cleo –  the year my parents moved to the U.S. from Venezuela, and I have been fascinated by them ever since. Over the decades, they seem to have grown in intensity and size, and gradually, they are hitting much farther north. They have figured prominently into several novels I’ve written. At some level, I feel they are sentient  beings. Yes, I know how wacko that sounds.  But when you watch these suckers form, when you watch how they set their sights on a particular area, when you study them, it’s not a stretch to recognize a kind of consciousness in them that responds to something in us.

If we are as interconnected as quantum physics suggests, as the Hindus believe (Indra’s Net), then there’s a rather puzzling synchronicity happening with this storm. It will begin to move inland on the night when the moon is full (scientific fact the tides are higher under a full moon) and  will merge with another weather system about a week before the presidential election, November 6, when Mercury (communication) will turn retrograde.

If NOAA is right, if  these meteorologists are correct, then election day across much of the country could be a mess because the massive power outages expected with this storm could persist to election day – and beyond. The media itself will be focused on Sandy – not on the election.

Lots of ifs here. But people are paying attention. One writer friend wrote today that her son is at a wedding in Tampa, and is scheduled to fly back to NY on Sunday, October 28. If his flight is cancelled, could he drive across the state and stay with us?

Gypsy, currently living in Delaware,   dropped us a line about what she and her family were doing to prepare. Her description of the scarcity of supplies in grocery stores is interesting. The shelves are practically bare. Bottled water is scarce. 

Yes, there’s a certain hype in buying that rides tandem with the hype in the news. That said, I’m a big believer in how the collective is acting. What does the collect consciousness tap into? Are the shelves of bottled water empty? Are the canned goods and flashlights and batteries gone? Are the lines at the gas pumps impossibly long? What do you feel in your gut?

So now we’ll wait and see. Sandy will either be a nonevent or something unprecedented. I don’t think there’s much middle ground here. Either/or, just like our choices in this election. And oh, not exactly a PS: what are planetary empaths feeling about all this?

 

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Young poet speaks out…

Posted on October 27, 2012 by Trish and Rob

It’s interesting that even talented kids, like this one, speak out against the education system…and the teaching of Shakespeare, even though he is funded by the Royal Shakespeare Company.

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Crystal Skull synchros…

Posted on October 26, 2012 by Trish and Rob
I was shelving a couple of books in my office the other day when my gaze fell on an antique snuff box on one of the shelves. I hadn’t opened it for quite awhile and had forgotten what was inside. I’d bought the box  at an outdoor clan gathering in Orlando a few years ago after the cover caught my attention: McGREGORS HIGH TOAST SNUFF next to a little pic of a  Scotsman. 
 
Curious now, I opened it and inside were two grape-sized quartz crystal skulls I’d bought in NYC years ago, an unusually smooth igneous stone (spewed out from a volcano and handed down from a Santero in Miami long ago), and a palm-sized skull made from a dark blue stone like lapiz that came from China via a Colorado rock store.

I took out the blue skull, held it in my hand, and gazed at it. I tried to quiet my mind, but kept  wondering if it had any power.  I had just read a book called Paranormal, by Raymond Moody and in it he has a chapter about the power of crystal gazing. (Was it the gazing or the crystal that had the power?) After a minute, I put it back in the box. Nothing had happened that I could tell.

I turned to my e-mail and opened one from our e-book editor, who asked about cover art for my novel, Crystal Skull. Hm, intereesting, I thought. I’d sent a copy of the out-of-print novel weeks ago and I didn’t know he was ready to move ahead with it.

After answering his query, telling him I would look for photos I noticed that I had a Facebook message from JoAnn Parks, someone I hadn’t heard from for months. JoAnn happens to own Max, a life-sized crystal skull that she inherited from a Tibetan healer in Houston. She worked for him for years, but he had never mentioned the skull to her. JoAnn readily agreed to have her granddaughter take a couple photos of Max and e-mail them to us.

To top off the series of synchros, JoAnn had come to my Facebook page to comment on a photo of a shaved llama (or alpaca), a photo that I’d snatched from David Wilson’s Facebook page. David is the editor who had asked about the Crystal Skull cover!

All that happened within minutes of gazing at the blue skull. So, well, maybe there is some power there.

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Bookazines

Posted on October 25, 2012 by Trish and Rob

a bookazine

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Some synchronicities are in your face, so obvious that you would have to be blind and deaf to miss them. But others are apparent only in retrospect and they’re usually more subtle, unfolding over a greater length of time, and it isn’t until you reflect on what’s happening that you see them. Like a game of hide ‘n seek.

On June 11, 2012, Jupiter moved into Gemini (my sign), where it will be until late June 2013. Any time Jupiter transits your sun sign, your life expands in several ways. Even though some doors slam shut, new opportunities surface. This 12-year cycle is one to anticipate.

For a sense of history here, the last time Jupiter was in my sign, we were living in a three-bedroom house that we had outgrown when my dad moved in with us and our daughter, Megan, gave him her bedroom and she slept in the living room. In June 2000 we moved from our three-bedroom home, into a  larger house that could accommodate my dad, Megan, and our offices. My mother passed away a few weeks after that move.  In August of that year, Rob, Megan and I traveled to Venezuela, where I was born, for a week of windsurfing on Margarita island. Megan entered middle school that fall. Work-wise, we both had contracts. Life was good, but with my mother gone, life was also very different.

In June 2012, our Omarr contract, which we had for nine years, wasn’t renewed. I had felt this was coming and dreaded it. I knew that when I turned in my final manuscript for the Esperanza series in October 2012, that contract would be done, too. In nearly thirty years of writing, this would be the first time we were without a single contract. Scary. It kept me awake nights. The other thing was that on July 16, 2012, Rob and I celebrated our 29th year anniversary.

The 29th year is known as the Saturn return in astrology, a major milestone in life, in relationships, in everything. In life, it’s when major transitions occur – you get married or divorced or start a family; you begin your real career, your real path; you embark on a quest. You get the idea. The second Saturn return happens between the ages of 58-60 and the third, when you hit 90. Each Saturn return is different.

I knew it had to be significant for our marriage, but wasn’t sure how.  My parents were married for more than 50 years, but I have no clue what happened to them during the first Saturn return of their marriage. I just felt that the coinciding of Jupiter in my sign and the Saturn return for our marriage would be significant also.

On June 12, 2012, a day after Jupiter entered my sign, we connected with David Wilson at Crossroad Press and suddenly it was going to be possible for us to bring our out of print books back into “print” digitally. There would be no upfront costs to us and this entrepreneurial company not only fills a niche, it redefines it. On August 7, while Rob was visiting his mother in Minnesota, we got a call from Tony Seidl, who had been Rob’s agent at one time. Would we be interested in writing some bookazines?

We’d never heard of bookazines. They’re a cross between books and magazines, focus on one particular topic, are often connected to an event of some kind, have no advertising, and are distributed through airports, grocery stores, drug stores, Barnes and Noble, and other outlets that have magazines. They are owned by Hudson News, who has newstands across the country. The photo above is one of the first that came out this month. The other one is on Abe Lincoln, a tie-in to the Spielberg  movie on Lincoln that will be released soon.  I felt the contact and opportunity were significant. Tony was a guy from the past (Saturn return), who was proposing something expansive (Jupiter). Sure, we’re interested, we told him. What’re the details?

The details are as intriguing as the bigger picture. The editor for these bookazines is Bob Guccione, son of the man by the same name who started Penthouse – and OMNI Magazine,  for whom we wrote shortly after we were married. In those days, OMNI was a slick cutting edge magazine that featured articles about the frontiers of knowledge (the Monroe Institute, for example) and fiction by well known writers.

We wrote for their anti-matter section, on UFOs, the paranormal, and they paid better than any other magazine, anywhere, and they also paid a kill fee if they didn’t publish what you’d written. Through OMNI, we met Betty Hill and Budd Hopkins.    For us, professionally, that connection was huge.

So when we learned that Guccione’s son would be the editor for these bookazines,  we recognized the synchros- astrologically and otherwise. Today, October 9, as Jupiter forms an exact conjunction with my Gemini sun (16 degrees) and is right in the middle of Rob’s financial area, we got our contracts for our first two bookazines, Sexy Horoscopes and Ghosts and Spirit Guides, with two more to follow next month on UFOs and lost everythings – ships, planes, people, continents.

These bookazines are short – between 14,000-20,000  words (a book/novel runs between 60,000 to 150,000 words, and some are MUCH longer), so we’ll still have time to write our other stuff. And the topics we’ve proposed are about things that interest us. The bookazines are also a visual feast, beautifully laid out, and are filled with information you might not find anywhere else, not in one place.

So, since June, we’ve been fortunate enough to connect with two visionaries – David Wilson at Crossroad and Tony Seidl – who recognized a niche in the market and are filling it. Wherever there are endings, there are also beginnings and new opportunities.

Perhaps this is what the paradigm shift is about – finding new ways of doing things, new ways to connect not only with other people, but with a deeper part of ourselves, and to enjoy these new connections. It seems that everywhere I look, everyone I know, is going through this reconnection in some way. Some people hate it and are locked in a kind of spiral of despair. But other people are adapting, are redefining themselves  so that it works for them.

Going with the flow: isn’t that part of what synchronicity is about?

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An invisible visitor?

Posted on October 24, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Since I’m working on a tight deadline for book about ghosts and spirits, I was wondering earlier today that if my concentration would attract any of the spirit beings I’m writing about. I figured if something happened today in that respect, it certainly would be a synchronicity.

As the evening wore on, I decided to take a break and watch an episode of the new season of Dexter. No  ghosts had appeared in my office, but plenty in my head as I’d written for several hours.

One scene in Dexter made me laugh. A stripper was talking to a cop on the show and told him that she wasn’t going to stay in this business. “I have big plans. I want to start my own business as a dog walker.”

A few minutes after the show ended, Megan – our dog-walking daughter–called, and I told her about the scene. She laughed and then told me a bit of trivia about the show that is a synchro of sorts in the same vein.

Michael C. Hall, the actor who plays Dexter Morgan is now divorced from Jennifer Carpenter, who plays Dexter’s sister. (They met on the set, married, and divorced and continued their fictive roles all the while.) Now Michael Hall has a new girlfriend, Megan said, and “Guess what her name is?  Morgan MacGregor!”

Good one, I told her. Then, shortly after hanging up, I noticed a small manicure scissors on the floor of the closet in my office. It was in plain view and I’d never seen it before. It turned out that Trish had lost it a month ago, and had looked all over for it. Oddly enough, she very rarely goes into that closet. So we wondered how it had gotten there.

While talking about it I suddenly smelled a strong scent of lavender and asked Trish if she’d just put it on some scented hand lotion or something smelling of lavender. Nope. Then she smelled it, too, and said, “It’s that book you’re writing. You’re attracting this stuff.”

Hm, maybe so.

 

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The Last Presidential Debate

Posted on October 23, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Once again my apologies to our friends in other countries. This is a post about American politics, not synchros.

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The last presidential debate took place this evening, October 22. Throughout this debate, I sat in our family room with my jaw permanently dropped. Here’s why:

When we lived in Venezuela, we traveled back to the U.S. every summer, usually to Oklahoma, where my mother’s family lived. For my sister and I, these trips were fun – lots of cousins to play with, lots of mischief we could get into while our parents sat around playing bridge and gabbing and catching up.

During one trip, someone punched out a screen in an upstairs window in my aunt’s house. I’m not sure why this was such a big deal, but all the kids were called into the living room and asked if they were responsible for this event. When I told my dad that my sister and I didn’t have anything to do with this, his expression became quite stern. “Please don’t ever lie to me, Trish. If you and Mary were responsible for this, just say so. Nothing is worse than a liar.”

That phrase has stuck with me for all the decades since. Nothing is worse than a liar. And yet, we have a Republican candidate who lies continually. In tonight’s debate, he reversed some of his previously held positions on the Mideast and actually embraced many of Obama’s foreign policies. It’s as if Romney doesn’t have any idea that our technology records everything. Check our website, he said to Obama. The present’s comeback? That he and his administration check Romney’s website frequently and the math for his economical policies still don’t add up.

Romney mentioned the word peace quite frequently this evening – a peaceful world, a peaceful Mideast, a peaceful Afghanistan. Yet,  to achieve this elusive peace we must have the strongest military in the world, we must not be afraid to stand up to Iran – which is four years closer to nuclear weapons – or to China, where untold millions of Romney’s wealth is invested – or to these Syrian despots.

In other words, in Romney’s worldview, we must continue to be the world’s cop, we must continue to nation build – which in the past has meant installing dictators whom we control through massive foreign aid. In the past, this has meant war – more war, endless war. If Romney has his way, we would probably nuke Iran, China, Syria, and any other country that didn’t tow the U.S. line.  Not too surprising, considering that the majority of his foreign policy advisors are straight out of W’s administration. I mean, really, one of Romney’s heroes is Dick Cheney. W’s Secretary of State, Condoleza Rice, appears at political functions with him.

Don’t take my word for it. Read Naomi Klein’s The Shock Doctrine, one of the most brilliant books I’ve ever read on U.S. foreign policy and what drives it.

I was delighted every time Obama called out Romney on one of his lies – about his proposed budget (where are the details?), on his polices (two months ago, you held the opposite position), on his “business” credentials (let GM go bankrupt).  The choice seems utterly clear to me. Romney is an extended version of George W Bush – more tax cuts for the wealthy, more war, more world cop scenarios,  more disenfranchisement of the sick, the poor, the elderly (you guys are on your own!) and more attempts to control the health care choices for women. Romney and Obama are the faces of the existing paradigms.

Romney is the old paradigm that has dominated American politics for decades  (keep lying, they’ll eventually believe your lies) and Obama is the new paradigm – diplomacy, discussion, sanctions instead of nukes.

Romney’s flip-flops make him a caricature – Daffy Duck on steroids. Republican pundits who defend him talk about the way his policies and views are “expanding, evolving.”  That’s a fancy way of saying that he lies to look good. When he talks about peace – he means war. When he talks about choices in anything – Medicare, Social Security, women’s health – he means he and his administration will choose for you, that they will impose their high and mighty morals on you. Never mind that they only give a damn about you until you’re born. After that, you’re on your own.

Never mind that he’ll send your son and daughters off to war, even though he never served a day in any war. Never mind that he talks about the people he has met while campaigning – the unemployed teacher in this state, the dying mother in that state. His policies would  dismantle the teachers’ union  and overturn Obama Care,  (based on the health plan Romney created for Massachusetts when he was governor of that state). His policies would return us to the W years, which ended in the worst financial crisis we’ve experienced since the Great Depression. When he talks about the tax burden on “small businesses,” he includes (but doesn’t mention) corporations like General Electric that paid NO taxes last year.

My dad’s words echo in my head: Nothing is worse than a liar.

One of our friends at the gym said it best today. Bill, a 58-year-old musician, stopped by my treadmill to say hi. “So, you watching the prez debate tonight?” I asked him.

Bill and I became friends during the 2008 presidential election season, when I heard him arguing with a McCain supporter. I piped in with my two cents and we decimated every argument this Repub made. After that, he started going to Rob’s yoga classes and whenever we see each other at the gym, our conversations are usually about politics and the shifting landscapes of American and global life.

“Maybe. O’s got it sewn up, Trish. Don’t believe anything they’re saying about the polls.”

Me, ever hopeful: “Yeah? You’ve got insider info?”

Bill just laughed. Bill and I both agreed that these “undecided voters,” just two weeks out from the election, are basically a myth. At this point in the game, if you’re undecided about who you’re going to vote for, then you are basically clueless about what’s at stake in the 2012 election. It’s about a paradigm shift and the choices have never been clearer.

Are you voting for the past – Romney (W, Reagan, Bush senior) – or for the present and the future – Obama?

 

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Alligator Synchros & the Quebec Encounters

Posted on October 22, 2012 by Trish and Rob

Yesterday, Rob and I headed north with our dog, Noah, to the town of Juno, where there’s a dog beach – unleashed dogs are  welcome to romp and frolic in the waves. We didn’t realize until we neared the town that boat races were going to be held. Throngs of people carrying beach chairs and coolers were headed to the beach on foot, in cars, and there wasn’t a parking spot within miles.

So we headed south on A-1-A, the road that parallels the beach, looking for a park where we could at least take Noah for a walk. We’d been in the car for awhile, the weather was gorgeous,  and he was antsy to get out and stretch his legs. We found a park in a quiet neighborhood, with a path that wound around a small lake.

Moments after I snapped this photo of a duck family-

…I heard a tremendous splash and glanced up. In the middle of the lake, the water was still frothing. Certain that I’d heard the splash of a gator, I hurried to catch up with Rob and tell him. Just then, my phone jingled. It was an email from a friend, who wrote: “I have been up to my ears in alligators this week…”

Huh? What’s that mean? I wondered.  I’d never heard the phrase before. Since Mary Louise, the woman who sent the email, was born in India to British parents, I figured it might be a British saying.

Rob and Noah had stopped to wait for me and as I caught up  to them, I saw they were standing next to this sign:

I started laughing. “You aren’t going to believe this synchro,” I said, and handed him my phone so he could read the email from Mary Louise.

Maybe 30 seconds separated the arrival of the email and my seeing the sign. It had been perhaps 90 seconds since I’d heard the tremendous splash that I believed was a gator. OK, I thought. Cluster. But what does it mean? Were we going to wake up the next morning and find a gator in our backyard?

We drove to a funky restaurant on the beach to get some lunch. The weather was so nice, we sat out on the porch. About 15 minutes after our arrival, Rob, who was facing the parking lot, said, “Incredible. Look at that guy’s shirt.”  He nodded toward a man and woman who had just gotten out of a truck.

They were young, probably in their twenties. The man wore a University of Florida t-shirt, with a gator logo on the front. Sports-wise, the U of F is known as the “home of the gators.”  As Rob and I both stared at the young man, he turned to say something to his companion and we nearly gagged. On the back of the shirt was a player’s name, the real last name of Charles Fontaine, the man from Canada featured in our nine posts about the Quebec encounter.

And with that, the possible significance of the synchro slammed into place.

Alligators are believed to be about 37 million years old. They are native only to America and China. In America, they are found in the southeastern U.S, primarily in Florida and Louisiana, with more than a million of them in each state. They inhabit fresh water environments and also live in brackish water.  The female gators typically stay close to the eggs they lay for the entire 65-day incubation period.

From Wikipedia: “The temperature at which alligator eggs develop determines their sex. Those eggs which are hatched at a temperature of 34 °C (93 °F) or more become males, while those at a temperature of 30 °C (86 °F) or lower become female. When the young begin to hatch the mother quickly digs them out and carries them to the water in her mouth.”

These creatures are tough, resilient, primal, incredibly strong, and can move fast in short bursts. They can easily kill domestic animals –cats, dogs – and humans.

Gators instill both fear and fascination in us humans.

Suppose this gator cluster is addressing Charles’s encounter and his experience of it? During the encounter, he experienced a kind of fascination, which was followed by abject fear, flat-out terror. But he’s tough and resilient and as a result of his encounter with what he previously believed was impossible, he now has a broader worldview.

On another level, though, suppose the beings in his encounter were the reptilians, an ancient, primal race of entities whose agenda is anything but benevolent?

Before you laugh, check out links here and here.

I’m beginning to think that it wouldn’t be so terrible to find a gator in our backyard tomorrow. You call the gator removal folks, keep the pets inside. Then I could dismiss this other possibility.

 

 

 

 

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Shadow Cat

Posted on October 21, 2012 by Trish and Rob

This story comes from Bob Preston, an old friend from my  college days with whom I shared many strange and inexplicable  experiences. We lost touch for years, then reconnected and were delighted to find that our bond was still there, stronger than ever. There seems to be an overlapping of realities in this story, parallel worlds, perhaps, I’m not sure. Anyway, here it is.

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March/1972:  A Chicago Story

For several months I had been experiencing increasing pain in the area of my left shoulder. After multiple appointments with gatekeeper doctors and specialists, no definite diagnosis had been determined.

My apartment was located on the 2000 block of Lincoln Ave. in Chitown, above the Wise Fools Tap in Chicago. It was triangular shaped, with the point of the triangle situated in the alcove. There were windows facing to the west in the alcove , and to the north in the adjacent living room.  By all accounts a wonderful place, at a wonderful time!

After returning from work one day,  I entered my apartment, walked to my desk that was located in the alcove, and sat down to catch up with paper work. I put on an LP … (London Sessions with Howlin’ Wolf), smoked  a bowl, leaned back to become ‘one with my world’, and shut my eyes.  After a while my shoulder pain subsided. I opened my eyes, shook off  the day, and stood up to flip the LP.

As I rose, I became aware of a shadow on the left side of my peripheral vision. I turned my head and focused on a shadow of a cat, midway up the west wall next to the west facing windows. I sat back down and watched ‘the cat’ as it appeared to be watching me. After a bit, the cat stood up, arched it’s back, walked across the windows to the end of the narrow wall. It then appeared to turn right and began to walk eastward, on the wall and over the windows!

Now my curiosity was peaked. I looked around to find the light source that was projecting the shadow. The interesting thing was that there wasn’t any apparent light source that I could attribute to the image. There was no cat sitting in a front of a window and I couldn’t help but realize that I didn’t own a cat!  I stood up, following the cat on it’s  easterly direction.

I began to watch my mystery kitty with greatly increased scrutiny. It stopped and sat down. It seemed as though the cat was waiting for me to pay attention to it. Kitty immediately  stood up and once again headed to the east. At the end of the wall it turned to the south and continued walking! Although it did not seem possible, it was happening.

At the end of that wall it made another right turn, this time heading west, back to the place where I had first noticed it. When it arrived at the point of origin , it simply vanished! I looked around the room, searching for the furry apparition. It was no longer visibly noticeable. Shadows simply do not act like that. As I contemplated the incongruity of what I had just witnessed, the throbbing pain returned to my shoulder, and continued unabated.

I returned to the desk, sat down and glanced around the room. I noticed the clock…what I thought had taken a few minutes, had actually taken well over an hour. I didn’t know what to think. I heard my roommates entering the apartment. I tried to relate the story to them, but it didn’t make sense. They didn’t have any idea what I was talking about. The pain in my shoulder was increasing to the point that I decided to take some medication and go to bed.

The floor in my bedroom was going to be sanded the following day, consequently  most of the furniture, including rugs, had been removed…only the bed remained. As I sat on the edge of my bed, I started to open a container that held pain pills I had picked it up at a pharmacy on my way home from work . The prescription  had been for 30 pills.

My roommate came to my bedroom door, and started telling me about his day. As I listened, I continued trying to open the pill container, but it slipped from my hands. Room mate at door, no furniture except the bed and no rugs – yet, the pill case never hit the floor. No sound was heard by either of us, and there wasn’t any  container was on the floor. We were amazed at this turn of events. We searched the room but nothing was found.

I said goodnight and settled in. A short time later, my girlfriend came by and slid in next to me. After a fitful night of pain and mental confusion, I finally fell to sleep as dawn approached. My girlfriend got up to go to work. I woke  sometime later and discovered I was paralyzed and blind. An ambulance was called and I was taken to Northwestern University Hospital.

Somehow, during the night, three discs in my neck had collided together, causing fragments – splinters –  to penetrate my spinal cord. The problem had affected L3,4 & 5. At last I knew what had caused the months of pain! Under the care of  a wonderful surgeon and medical staff the problem was corrected and, in time, I was fortunate enough to recover all movement and my eyesight.

After many weeks, I was able to return home to my apartment. With help, I climbed the steps to the second floor. While I had been gone, the floor had been sanded and the furniture and rugs had been returned to the room.

I entered my bedroom, crossed the floor and sat on my bed. With my roommate standing at the door, I heard a rattling clunk at my feet. I looked down and, to my surprise, there, on the floor was the missing pill bottle! I had been looking at my roommate the whole time…he had not tossed anything.

I opened the container and, for whatever reason, counted the pills. There were 27! What had happened to the other three pills?: Where had the container been  all this time?

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At the time Bob sent this story, I was reading Whitley Strieber’s Solving the Communion Enigma, where he talks about UFOs, aliens, and parallel worlds.

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Dona Nobis Pacem, Numbers, and Jeri Gerard

Posted on October 19, 2012 by Trish and Rob

I think we meet Jeri Gerard during the first six months of our blog’s existence. I’m not sure how the connection came about, but her blog, Goddess of the Confluence, has always intrigued me. She has a profound connection with Nepal and we used several of her synchros in both of our books on synchronicity. She’s the mother of two boys and has a flourishing jewelry business that keeps her on the road.

Her jewelry isn’t your run of the mill mall stuff; it’s from Nepal and other parts of the world where she travels. One Christmas, I bought a singing bowl from Jeri and gave it to Rob for Christmas. He uses it in his meditation and yoga classes. We think the monk who owned it hangs around here from time to time, a little trickster who makes things disappear. We did a post on him.

We hadn’t heard from Jeri for awhile, then today – October 17 – she dropped by and left a comment. Shortly afterward, I received an email from her about a synchronicity involving numbers, her sons, and, well, life.

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Here is a beautiful little synchronicity for you.

Joshua has had a horrible transition to high school.  His grades are fine but he wants to be involved in everything.  The stress has eroded the lining of his stomach and he has been missing a lot school and after school activities that he really should be enjoying.Meanwhile his father and I have been stressing about Joshua as well as our finances.  I won’t go into the details, but there has been a hurricane of bills and unexpected responsibilities.

I have been bombarded with  11:11 and 4:44 encounters. I  often wake up at 4:44 am or am having a chat in the kitchen with my husband and suddenly notice it’s 11:11 both am and pm.  Finally, I went looking for the meanings of  11:11 and 4:44 and came up with something that suggested to me that a change is coming and I am being escorted by loving guidance.  I do not know if this is a personal or a global reference or both.

Concurrently, my 9 year old, Sean, and I are reading a Wrinkle in Time together for his 5th grade book club.  A few nights ago our family went to see Joshua in a concert.  Sean, who was not much interested in the concert spent the entire time reading A Wrinkle in Time, on my iPhone.  When he finished the book he went in search of another Madeleine L’Engle book and found A Swiftly Tilting Planet, that he immediately downloaded and began to read.

The choir director announced that they were going to sing ‘Dona Nobis Pacem.’  Sean lifted his head and was wide-eyed with attention for the first time that evening.  He said, “Look, Mom!”  He was pointing to the passage on the iPhone where Charles Wallace suggests to his family, “Let’s sing Dona Nobis Pacem.  It’s what we’re all praying for.”

And the choir began to sing, “Give us peace, give us peace, give us peace,”  over and over again.  It was beautiful.  I took this as a suggestion. That night   before I went to sleep, I said my prayer for peace and thanked my loving escorts.  That night I woke up at 3:33 am.  In the morning I looked up 3:33 to find a cosmic YES.

Joshua is feeling better but will be taking stomach medicine for a few weeks.  Wayne and I will be digging out from under the bills for a while but we do have resources and the worry really doesn’t help.  Sometimes it takes a little nudge to let go of the worry and embrace the peace.  Still, part of me feels that these signs are not just about my family but more of a global entreaty.

I hope all is well with you.

Peace,

Jeri

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I think it’s great that a nine-year-old boy recognized the synchro between the song and what he was reading at that very moment!

 

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Awesome Angels

Posted on October 18, 2012 by Trish and Rob

When it comes to near-death experiences, some of the most skeptical medical professionals are neurologists. Typically, they espouse a materialistic view emphasizing that the brain is the source of consciousness, and that NDEs are products of the dying brain–hallucinations and other imaginary mental constructions that will ultimately stop when the brain’s activity stops. If this hypothesis is true, then NDEs tell us nothing about life after death.

Now comes  Dr Eben Alexander, a Harvard-educated neurosurgeon, who drifted in a coma for seven days in 2008 after contracting meningitis. During his illness Alexander says that the part of his brain which controls human thought and emotion “shut down” and that he experienced “something so profound that it gave me a scientific reason to believe in consciousness after death.”

What was it? He saw angels.

Writing for Newsweek, Dr Alexander says he was met by a beautiful blue-eyed woman in a “place of clouds, big fluffy pink-white ones” and “shimmering beings.” He has written a book, Proof of Heaven, describing his experience.

“Birds? Angels? These words registered later, when I was writing down my recollections. But neither of these words do justice to the beings themselves, which were quite simply different from anything I have known on this planet. They were more advanced. Higher forms.”

Alexander added that a “huge and booming.. glorious chant, came down from above, and I wondered if the winged beings were producing it. The sound was palpable and almost material, like a rain that you can feel on your skin but doesn’t get you wet.”

The neurosurgeon says he had heard stories from patients who spoke of out-of-body experiences, but disregarded them as “wishful thinking.” Now he has reconsidered his opinion following his own experience.

“I know full well how extraordinary, how frankly unbelievable, all this sounds. Had someone even a doctor told me a story like this in the old days, I would have been quite certain that they were under the spell of some delusion.

“But what happened to me was, far from being delusional, as real or more real than any event in my life. That includes my wedding day and the birth of my two sons.” He added: “I’ve spent decades as a neurosurgeon at some of the most prestigous medical institutions in our country. I know that many of my peers hold as I myself did to the theory that the brain, and in particular the cortex, generates consciousness and that we live in a universe devoid of any kind of emotion, much less the unconditional love that I now know God and the universe have toward us.

“But that belief, that theory, now lies broken at our feet. What happened to me destroyed it.” To say his experience was as real as his wedding day and the birth of his children is a strong statement in support of NDEs. I doubt that he will change the views of skeptics in his field, but maybe they’ll think twice before dismissing their patients experiences.

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Dr. Alexander’s reflections are a welcome sign from a medical field which routinely rights off NDEs as wishful thinking, telling us that we can’t trust our own experiences. Apparently, when it happened to him, Alexander wasn’t so quick to dismiss his own experience.

 

 

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