Twin Suns
Global Consciousness Project
See that dot on the right hand side of the blog? We put it up a few days ago. It’s called the Global Consciousness Project dot. Through dozens of random number generators situated worldwide, as depicted in this map, the idea is that “as mind moves, so does matter.” (Dean Radin). It seems to be a kind of oracle and has a history that goes back to 1998, so there’s statistical evidence.
Hours before the first plane hit the World Trade Center, these random number generators went a bit nuts, the button turned red. If you read what it says on the website about the colors, you know that red indicates a variance in the statistical analysis of these generators: an event that mass consciousness registers, sometimes before the event occurs, it seems. The same thing happened during the original I.J. Simpson trial. And shortly before the Tucson shootings. In other words, these generators get it.
So yesterday, I go onto the blog and see that the dot is turning from green to orange and then to bright red. “Hey, Rob,” I call out. “Something’s happening somewhere. The dot’s turning red.” I’m really kind of joking about this, asking if he’s got any idea what the red is about.
“That’s interesting,” he says. “But what’s it mean?”
I don’t have a clue. A couple of hours later, we go to the gym. Rob is teaching a private yoga class for the owners, so I go to work out. As I step onto the treadmill, I glance at one of the TVs, this one tuned to Fox News. Just on principal, I look away and check out the guy who is watching the channel so avidly. I feel like telling him he’s being brainwashed. I resist the urge, pat self on back, and then realize that the news tip is legit – there has been a shooting at an L.S. high school.
I immediately think of the red dot. No way, I think.
By the time I check the news again, a few hours later, there has been a 7.3 quake in Pakistan.
By that evening, Sergeant Shriver, the Kennedy brother-in-law who started the Peace Corps, is dead.
Right now, writing this, I’m leaning toward this GCP dot as a kind of oracle. And if it’s an oracle, then it qualifies as synchronicity. And it it’s synchronicity, then I intend to pay close attention to it. The drawbacks, however, seem pretty daunting. When the dot changes colors, I can see how the collective consciousness is changing. I can monitor the psyche of the planet! And yet… where are the specifics?
When that dot turns red, I don’t have specifics. There’s nothing here that screams, Hey, check shootings! Check Pakistan. Check the obituaries for the famous. Once this dot can at least give me hints about specifics, then I will start keeping a written record. For now, I watch it and monitor the news and thank the researchers who have inadvertently proven Radin to be right: “As mind moves, so does matter.” Even without those specifics, this strange little dot could be a valuable tool.
Four Synchros from Shropshire
I was thinking that we hadn’t heard from Jane Clifford of Wales for awhile, but the next time I looked at e-mail there she was. As usual, Jane had an interesting synchro, one involving a book. She was writing from Candy Valley in Shropshire where, for the past week, she has been exploring Bronze Age trails wending through a magical woods.
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My daughter brought a Chinese girl home from London for Christmas, her family lives in Bejing. Meanwhile, a non-Chinese friend gave me a book for Christmas s about a Chinese girl living in London whose family resides in Bejing. I had asked our Chinese visitor if she knew of Quan Lin the Goddess of Mercy, who is worshipped and petitioned by the main character in the novel. Yes, she knew of Quan Lin. Life imitates art.
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I checked back to see when Jane had last written, and discovered three more synchros she’d sent. Here they are:
That’s a good one, but brief. So I checked back and found three others that Jane had sent a couple of weeks earlier.
1) Talking to a friend on the phone I said the word grapes as she was reaching for one.
2) I was about to ring my son and his girlfriend, Sophie, to ask if they were going for a long walk sometime this week. I wanted to drop off Sophie’s red setter, who is staying temporarily. As I reached for the phone it rang. It was Sophie saying they were going for a long beach walk and could they pick up the dog! It was a grey, foggy, misty day; so most unexpected!
3) This is a BIG one! My son, his girlfriend, Sophie, myself & a young male friend of mine all decided to throw the I Ching coins for a reading this afternnon. We each took turn, first throwing then reading the hexagram out loud. My son got the same hexagram as my friend, and I got the same hexagram as Sophie with the same changing lines, too! What exactly are the mathamatical odds of that happening?
Climate Change Deniers
Bouncing Checks
Here’s a cute little trickster synchro tale that demonstrates how quickly karma can catch up to a perpetrator of misdeeds. It comes from The Library of the Curious and Unusual: A World of Luck.
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On March 11, 1977, Vincent Leon Johnson brokie into the home of Nancy Hart and David Conner in Austin, Texas. He stole two television sets and checkbooks belonging to both Hart and Conner.
Johnson then decided to parlay the proceeds of his burglary by cashing one of the purloined checks at a nearby office of the Republic National Bank. He made out a check to Hart for $200, drawn on Conner’s account, and presented it–with one of Hart’s deposit tickets–to the teller.
He asked to deposit half to the account, and return the rest in cash. It seemed like a plausible transaction and a sound plan, except for one small detail.. The teller was Nancy Hart.
Johnson went to jail.
MLK
This video of Martin Luther King’s last speech is powerful, evocative, and strangely prophetic.I first watched it on Gypsy’s blog and was so moved by it, decided to post it here, too, for the holiday that bears his name.
Precognition and the Global Mind
photo by Lauren
Today, I found two more interesting synchros related to Tuscon. Randy Gardner was chatting with an elderly woman outside the Safeway when he heard gunshots and screams. Not long afterward, he lay on the ground with a gunshot wound to his foot, trying to stay clear of the bullets. He thought, Here I am again, dodging bullets. On May 4, 1970, Randy witnessed the shootings at Kent State University.
Here’s another. Both Giffords and Raul Grijalva are Democratic members of the House of Representatives from Arizona. Four days before the events in Tuscon – on January 4 – the number of hits on Giffords’ page in Wikipedia started to rise. The hits on Grijalva’s page did not rise. According to economist J. Bradford DeLong from U.C. Berkeley, “By Friday January 7, more than three times as many people were looking at Gabrielle Giffords’s Wikipedia page than had done so in a normal day in the previous month and a half.” He then asked his readers to offer explanations about this so that he could “stop being a nutbar conspiracy theorist…”
Once a minute, these numbers are downloaded and analyzed to find out how consistent they are. On 9-11, 37 of the random number generators were active. The fluctuations in the bell curve analysis indicated that anomalies began two hours before the first plane hit the World Trade Center, odds of 20 to 1 Radin noted. The results that day were the fifteenth largest out of nearly 1,400 days. “That means that on that fateful day, the GCP’s ‘bells’ collectively rang out around the world with an unusually pure tone.”
So were these increased hits to the Wikipedia page for Giffords the result of her alleged shooter clicking constantly on her page? Or was there some sort of precognitive underpinning?
Sagan, the dog
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Here’s a touching tale about a sad-eyed dog and a synchronistic message contained in an Easter egg. The story was sent to us by Sagan’s former companion Sharon Graham.
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The first time I saw Sagan was in 1996 on Christmas morning.I opened the door to the T.V. room and there was my surprise,a small bundle of white fur with sad eyes and a big red bow.I couldn’t believe what I was looking at.The huge feet on the small body was a sign of things to come.
There is no other breed that loves its family the way a lab does.They are happiest at your feet. Don’t try to tie one out in your yard;you will break his heart and he will let you know with the most pitiful howling.
This dog got in the trash, ate remotes and managed to make us all fools for him. At Easter time, I would hide plastic eggs in the woods behind the house.In the eggs would go dollar bills,candy or scripture verses and the big kids and the grand kids would take off, with the dogs leading ,and hunt for the eggs.One year, after all the eggs were opened,the one with the ten dollar bill was missing.Later, we discovered that the 90 pound lab had found the egg, slinked away to the T.V. room unseen and ripped the bill to pieces.This caper by the big giant went into Easter family lore.
We took Sagan with us when we ran a retreat house on Edisto Island in 2006, and in the surf,chasing Frisbees,he came into his own. He would go until we got tired. He was happiest at the beach.I recall a woman at the beach admiring him and telling me to treasure his time with us as she had just had lost her chocolate lab of 8 years because of a leg tumor.I felt sorry for her but confident that we had a healthy dog that would be part of our family for many years to come.I should have known.
In the fall,I noticed his jaw was swollen and then there was blood.The vet told us it was a grand tumor. Surgery was possible but so were the odds it would come back. In January 2008, I made the decision.The ride to the vets was terrible as anyone knows who has experienced it.The trip home was horrible.The only small comfort was that we still had our older dog, Cooper.
The next day,I took Cooper for his walk in the bare woods as I did every day. It was cold and dreary and I was heavy with loss. As we walked the path, I glanced to the left and there on the top of the brown leaves was a yellow egg.Why hadn’t I seen it before? It was nine months ago that I hid the Easter eggs. I guessed that when I opened it, I would find moldy chocolate.I was surprised when I opened the dirt crusted egg and found scripture. And then, I saw that it was my favorite passage;I used it in the first story I ever wrote about a much loved gift. It is Ps 23: “Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord, forever.” How did I not see that egg for 9 months and then find it on this sad day? Co-incidence?
I am not very smart. My grown children known much more than I do.I am forgetting how to spell words. I no longer know all the capitals of the states.I am a flawed human being.We humans use a tenth of our brains,are finite and limited.We walk with blinders on.The hawk sees much more of the world, the deer hears twenty times better and my son’s beagle gets messages through his nose that we will never know.I will never understand how a hummingbird with the brain the size of a pea can leave my yard, go to Chile for months and then show up in March at the window looking for food.
We dismiss our dreams because Freud told us they have no value.We do not pay attention to our intuition.When goose bumps come up to tell us to pay attention,something important is happening here,we turn away.
We had an Irish Setter that loved all of humanity except for Frank who lived next door.When he would knock to come in,she would growl and bark at him. Did she know that long after she died, he would have a black pit bull, be abusive to it and eventually shoot it in the head?
This I know:on the day when I needed it most,an inspired verse,written down over 2000 years ago,in a land a half a planet away ,came into my hand and gave me comfort.
The I Ching and Contact
Quantum Entanglement
This post should probably be called “Quantum Entanglement, Blackbirds, Tucson, and the Magnetic North Pole.” Kinda long, I know. But the more I researched, the deeper the mystery became.
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We live in strange and interesting times.














