The Magic of 108

September is Yoga Month and later this month, on the fall equinox, yogis around the world with celebrate by doing 108 sun salutations. Known in Sanskrit as surya namaskar, the sun salutation is an energetic flowing series of yoga postures. Typically, teachers lead students in six to eight sets of sun salutations in a yoga class. But the equinox event – featuring 108 sun salutations — is a special event usually done with a large group and  accompanied by offerings such as global peace or unity. It usually takes between an hour and a half and two hours.

So why 108?

The number carries spiritual significance throughout a wide swathe of cultures:

* 108 is the number of “Upanishads” comprising the Vedic texts of Hinduism.
* 108 is the number of names for Shiva (a really important Hindu god).
* 108 is the number of names for Buddha.
* 108 is the Chinese number representing “man”.
* 108 is the number of beads on a Catholic rosary.
* 108 is the number of beads on a Tibetan “mala” (prayer beads, analagous to a rosary).
*108 is the number beads Buddhists use to represent that number of human passions.
*108 is the number of repetitions commonly chanted of a mantra to the celestial healer, Dhanvantre.
*108 is the number of stages that Atman, the human soul, goes through on its journey.
* 108 is twice the number “54”, which is the number of sounds in Sanskrit (sacred Indian langauge).
* 108 is six times the number “18”, which is a Jewish good luck number.
* 108 is twelve times the number 9, which is the number of vinyasas (movements linked to breath) in a Sun Salutation.

And there are more…
* In Vedic astrology, 108 represents the 12 constellations times the 9 arc segments called namshas or chandrakalas.
* The diameter of the sun is 108 times the diameter of the Earth.

* There are 108 forms of Indian dance.

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Leaving Iraq

Fair warning: this is not a synchronicity.Rob calls these posts my rants. He’s right.

It seems that some mention should be made of the fact that the U.S. combat mission in Iraq has ended.President Obama’s speech tonight should be applauded in that regard. He fulfilled a campaign pledge to pull combat troops out of that country. Never mind that troops are now escalating in Afghanistan; Obama never promised a withdrawal from that country.

We now know, of course, that the Bush administration lied from the beginning about the reasons for invading Iraq. There were no WMDs, no looming mushroom clouds. The war went on for more than seven years,  killed thousands of Americans and Iraquis, and cost a trillion dollars.

Think about that, all those zeros. That money would have been better spent at home. Millions of Americans are still out of work, millions of homeowners have lost their homes or face foreclosure, the cost of health care is still prohibitive,  roads and bridges are crumbling, college is so costly it lies beyond the reach of many in the middle class. With what Iraq cost us, we could have extended Medicare to everyone, so that we had true universal health care. We now know that Paul Wolfowitz’s pronouncement that the war wouldn’t cost us a penny was a big fat lie.

What bothered me most about Obama’s speech was what he didn’t say. The Bush administration, through their fancy manipulation of law through the likes of  John Yoo and Attorney Generals Ashcroft and Gonzalez,  made it okay to torture Gitmo detainees. It gave rendition flights and the shredding of the constitution the green light.  As Rachel Maddow said this evening, Obama is a “forward-looking kind of guy, but….”

It’s a very big but. Bush, Cheney, Wolfowitz, Yoo, Gonzalez, the whole slick lot of them, will never be tried for war crimes. If one administration is allowed to slide because we must “look forward,” then somewhere up the line in history, another administration will believe they can get away with it.

And yet, I have slept better since Obama got into office. During the Bush years, I often woke in the middle of the night, panicked that we were sliding into a dictatorship or worse. Even though Obama has kept some of Bush’s policies, even though Gitmo hasn’t been shut down, even though we’re now escalating a war in Afghanistan, even though Obama seems much too concerned about being bipartisan, I no longer feel panicked. At his core,  Obama strikes me as genuine, intelligent, a man whose heart is in the right place. But unless things turn around in this country well before 2012, I don’t know if any of it is enough to get him re-elected. He inherited 8 years of Bush policies. The odds were stacked against him from his first day in office.

The alternatives – a tea party president, a Republican who seeks to privatize Social Security, Medicare, education, police and fire departments, or (I shudder to even write this) someone like Glenn Beck or Sara Palin at the helm  – is too horrific to contemplate. But the possibility can’t be dismissed. The paradigm shift is underway. And like anything that is dying, the old paradigm struggles for its existence. It gasps, writhes, and shakes its long, malformed and arthritic finger at the newest enemy to rally the base – gays, Muslims, blacks, the poor, the disenfranchised.The old paradigm looks to Ronald Reagan for answers, the guy who deregulated everything. The new paradigm hopes for peace, community, tolerance, harmony, true equality.

We live in interesting times. My hope is that we all live to see the dream a reality.

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Time Flies and Happy Birthday, Megger!

                                      Around age 2, discovering the beauty of hibiscus!

She came into the world at 6 pounds and 6 ounces, just a tiny little thing. Even then, her eyes were very blue, her hair very blonde. Yet, the daughter of two dark-haired parents. Sometimes she would stare at us with this penetrating gaze that suggested she was a very old soul who was somewhat annoyed at being a helpless infant. It was like she was saying, “Hey, parents, let’s get the show on the road, shall we?” I think it’s why she didn’t sleep much the first three years of her life.

What’s intriguing in terms of synchros is that a month or so before I got pregnant, Rob remarked that maybe we should have kids, we weren’t getting any younger, and maybe we should rethink the issue about children. The standing family myth is that he invited Megan’s spirit into the physical world. I refer to it as myth, but I honestly think it’s real.

She never really went through the crawling stage. It seems she went from the rolling over and sit up stage directly into a walker, which enabled her to zoom around the house, her laughter a kind of music. Around 7 months, she uttered her first word: kittie. Her second word was dada.Not sure what happened to mama in the language scheme of things – down there on the language list just a bit!

By the time she started preschool, she could make friends with anyone, anywhere, at any time. Human, animal, or flowers, she didn’t discriminate. It was all a wonder to be discovered, a mystery to be probed. She was also utterly fearless.  The first time we took her to a carnival, the roller coaster was the place she wanted most to be, in the front seat of the front car on the roller coaster that moved the fastest, that had the most downhill plunges. That’s true to this day. Here she is, during her first tandem skydive. The face of joy.  We wrote about her second skydive here.

 Just this month, while she was home from college, we asked her if she wished she’d had a brother or a sister. She gave us one of those distinctly Megan looks. “Are you kidding? I love being an only child.” Then she threw her arms around us. “MacGregor group hug!”

So today, Megan is 21. Instead of skydiving, she and a friend went to a Jack Johnson concert. She’s truly the most joyful person I have ever met, quick to smile, to offer a hug if you need it, the most loyal friend to her friends,  a young woman with so many talents – writing, art, a love for animals, psychic in a uniquely Megan way. We are humbled to be her parents.

Have a great 21st, Megger!

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Synchronicity and the Job Hunt

One area where some of us falter in making use of our intuition and paying attention to synchronicities is when we’re looking for a job. Sometimes the need to find a job overrides our better sensibilities and we make poor choices. This story from Janet Stalowski is a case in point.
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I just was laid off unexpectedly from a position which my  intuition was telling me and telling me “not” to take.  No matter how I thought, Oh, it’s my imagination and I’m over exaggerating, something was still telling me not to go.  Because I really needed a job, I took it, against what I was feeling  The guy I interviewed with seemed really weird, he was overly pushy for me to start working for him and I just didn’t have a good “vibe” when I interviewed for the job, even though the interview when extremely well and I was offered the job within hours of my interviewing. 

Once I was there the job turned out  to be nothing that it was supposed to be. My agency told me the job  was one title, the person I was working for told me it was a paralegal position. I ended up creating countless files for him (400 to be exact) plus a database.  The day after the database was completed and put on the company network he told me he didn’t need me anymore.  The entire time that I worked for this guy, he gave me the creeps and I ALWAYS received bad vibes around him. 

So now, I’m out of work again, I’m not sure where I’ll be going in this economy, but I wanted to write to you to tell you about my synchronicity.  Had I listened I would have saved myself from a lot of aggravation, work and I maybe would be in a meaningful work position right now.
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Best of luck, Janet. But maybe it was fortuitous that you got out early. It sounds like you wouldn’t have liked the job very much, and might’ve gotten stuck there.

Occasionally, someone in that position quits a bad job in a very big and bold way. The flight attendant Steven Slater made national news when he went down the chute. The lady in the photos above went out the door in another bold way. Take a look here.  A good warning to all bad bosses, that!

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The Ceiling Fan and – Spirits?

 We’ve posted a number of Butternut Squash’s synchros and used a couple of her incredible synchros in our book. Her experiences often focus on travel and the synchronicities she has while on the road in Nepal or Tibet or some other far flung corner of the world. This next story is completely different and actually fits into secret 2: The Heart, which is about how synchros are so intimately connected to our emotions.
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I have known my husband for 22 years and we are best friends.  In all of that time, I think we have argued 3 times.  One night when we were staying in my aunt’s house, it was the same house that I mentioned to you with the heavy feeling where I lost my pen, we had an argument.  It was horrible.  I couldn’t look at my husband and I would not lay down next to him.

I put my blanket and pillow on the floor at the foot of the bed.  Neither one of us can tell you what the argument was about.  All I can say is that the anger lifted from me suddenly about 10 minutes later.  I laid down on the bed next to my husband and we both stared up at the motionless ceiling fan.

It began to move. It started to spin slowly at first and then faster and faster until it seemed as if it would fly apart.  And then… it stopped.  No one else was in the house at the time and the switch on the wall was off the whole time.  We were not afraid, we both just thought it was very weird.

To this day I am grateful for the shared experience.  I could have done without the arguing, but my husband has never had  the supernatural experiences that I have had except for that one time.  He is very scientific and a psychologist and has a practical explanation for everything.  Without that shared experience, I would worry that he might question the reliability of my perceptions.
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The house that Butternut mentions was included in a comment on another post. Her sense is that spirit intervened here. But whether you attribute it to spirits, telekinesis or something else, you have to wonder how that fan started spinning.

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Glenn Beck and his Granfaloon

If we’re to believe Glenn Beck, the timing of his speech today at the Lincoln Memorial was the result of ‘divine coincidence.’

The over-the-top, emotional, right-wing talk-show host at Fox News is leading a rally  at the site of Martin Luther King’s ‘I have a Dream’ speech 47 years to the day of King’s famous speech.

 “We picked August 28. It was open in my schedule. When I announced it, The New York Times blogged immediately that this is Martin Luther King Day, and I immediately said, ‘Oh my gosh!’ ”
 
No matter what you think of Beck and his politics, it sounds like an insidious lie on his part to suggest that synchronicity rather than calculated planning was at the heart of the timing and location of the speech.
Keep in mind that Beck  has a history of playing hard and fast with civil rights issues. He has a habit of comparing historical figures, such as Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks, to himself and civil right rallies in which participants were beaten by police and attacked by dogs with his own middle-class, white-bread rallies. Of course, what Beck sees as ‘restoring honor’ by protesting against big government, is actually a reactionary event laced with racism, a fight against the inevitable change in the country’s racial complexion and political leanings.

Listen to Beck co-op the civil rights movement as he talks about his faithful Tea Party followers. “This is a moment, quite honestly, that I think we reclaim the civil rights movement. We are on the side of individual freedoms and liberties and, damn it, we will reclaim the civil rights movement … we will take that movement because we were the people who did it in the first place.”  Huh?

Rather than a divine coincidence, Beck’s rally in Washington D.C. today is a great example of what Kurt Vonnegut called a Granfaloon in Cat’s Cradle. In that novel, Vonnegut describes the concept of a Karass, which is a group of people who are working together unknowingly as part of a greater cosmic plan. You learn that you’re part of a  Karass when meaningful coincidences occur between you and other members of the Karass. However, in the cosmology of Cat’s Cradle, there’s the danger of finding yourself in a false Karass–which involve coincidences that aren’t meaningful, or that aren’t really coincidences. When that happens, you find yourself in a Granfaloon.

It appears that Beck and his avid followers are stuck inside of a Granfaloon,based on hatred, bigotry, and a desire to return to the past…when certain people knew their place.

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It was FATE

Here’s a followup synchronicity from our recent trip to the Florida Keys. We wrote about our dinner with Jim Moseley, the iconoclastic editor of Saucer Smear, who mixes skepticism and belief in his continuing saga of gossip about the strange world of UFO investigation.

We gave Jim a copy of Seven Secrets and when we arrived home we found a call from Jim with a message to call him about an amazing synchronicity that he’d just experienced. When we called back,  he said, ‘Oh I was just reading your book, that’s good, but I’ve got to tell you what happened yesterday.’
Jim had been trying to reach Phyllis Galde, the editor of  FATE Magazine, because he had heard the magazine had folded. He left a couple of messages, several days passed, and he hadn’t heard from her. So he was working on his latest issue, and writing about the demise of FATE. He ended the section, writing. “The latest and apparently last editor of FATE, Phyllis Galde, was a very nice woman. Unfortunately, we have lost track of her…”
He stopped there, then moments later, before he had a chance to begin the next item, the phone rang and there was Phyllis Galde who told him that FATE was alive and well and a new issue would come out in September. Jim quickly added a FLASH to the item and explained the synchronicity, and went on to say that he was about to write a review of a new book on synchronicity!
So, Jim, who is skeptical about a lot of things,  is a believer in synchronicity.
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Another Cloud Message

We wrote about numbers appearing in cloud formations not long ago, now here’s one with letters. I was driving to yoga class, one I was taking, not teaching. The instructor, a young woman named Genevieve, is very talented and teaches as if her students are on the same level. Most of them are at least twenty years my junior and athletic. I remembered the last class I took from her was quite challenging.

I came to a red light and looked up at the sky, noticing odd script-like clouds. At first, I tried to look for numbers and then realized that three of the formations, one after another, formed letters. I read them as:
E Z X. Since I’d been thinking about the yoga class,  I tried to interpret the letters as if they were a message. The first two were easy–literally. E-Z (Easy). The last one took a moment longer, then I saw it: X-ercize. In other words, ‘easy exercise.’

I interpreted the message to mean that I should take it easy, not push myself. But when I got to class, I found two of my best former students were in class and right alongside me. So, I wasn’t too keen on taking it TOO easy. I worked hard during the class, enjoyed it, and came out of it thinking that maybe I had read too much into the cloud message. Maybe it was something much simpler, that it would be ‘easy exercise,’ and not to worry. At least, that was how it turned out.

The photo above is actually one of the asanas (postures) we did, one that I can do one side, but have trouble on the other. Getting old, I guess. 😉
-R

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Michio Kaku and UFOs

Michio Kaku certainly doesn’t fit any clear-cut role. He’s a bestselling author, theoretical physicist, professor at City College of New York, co-creator of string field theory, host of Sci-fi Science  on the Science channel, and probably a bunch of other stuff that I left out. I’m not sure how he can do all these things, but he puts the rest of us lazy bums to shame!

 His books are infinitely readable. Physics of the Impossible and Parallel Worlds are two of my favorites.  Recently, he was on MSNBC, talking about UFOs. When this guy talks, I’m compelled to listen.

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The Lost Checkbook

                                            Picasso                    

 

This story comes from Gypsy and involves a missing checkbook, a precognitive dream, and  a curious ending! We’ve posted a number of her synchros before and they’re all over the map- from precognitive dreams to instances of telepathy, to spirit connection.
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It was an early morning dream. I was outdoors, it was dark.  I realized a checkbook had been lost and I was looking for it in the dark. I went over to a utility pole and there it lay, on the ground at the base of the pole. I picked it up and said, “I found it!” The person I was saying this to was my daughter, Lisa. Even though
 I didn’t see her in the dream, I knew she was there. After I picked it up, I turned to my left and backward a bit to hand her the checkbook. Then I woke up. 

That morning, Lisa came straight into my room and asked if I’d seen her checkbook that she’d lost the day before. I laughed and told her told her I’d found it in my dream, at the base of a utility pole. I just didn’t know where the utility pole was.

The following day, I asked again about the checkbook. She still hadn’t found it. That evening, almost as an afterthought when I was on my way to bed, I asked again.  “Oh, yeah, I did actually, and it’s really weird. I found it in my purse, but I don’t know how it got there because I know it wasn’t there. I know I lost
it.”

She had removed every single item from her purse several times, set everything out on the table, and the checkbook wasn’t there. She was totally mystified as to how it had gotten back into her purse.

I remembered I had handed it to her in my dream.
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So, can items we lose in waking life and find in dreams somehow make it back into waking life? Well, why not? If a belief is strong enough, mountains  move.

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