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Trish and I were both captivated by a movie called 2:22 that came out in 2017 and was only a theatrical release for one week. It earned $422, the lowest of any movie in 2017. Sounds terrible, but it’s not. It’s a fantastic movie about synchronicity, the dark and the light.
Briefly, a review in IMDB calls it “a clever, rollercoaster thriller that centers on Dylan, an air-traffic controller who is given a jolt when he narrowly escapes being responsible for a mid-air collision between two passenger planes, caused by a mysterious blinding light that happened at 2:22. These strange occurrences continue and lead Dylan to meet Sarah, with whom he feels inexplicably linked. Together they discover uncanny similarities with their current predicament and a double murder committed a generation ago – implying a past life connection. With a grim fate looming, Dylan must solve the mystery of 2:22 to preserve a love whose second chance has finally come.”
This was one of those movies that really gripped us, that we felt as if we were inside it. Then at the end, as if to confirm our feelings about it, a real-life synchronicity unfolded. On the screen appeared the image above with the line: “the dying star Hamlin did finally disappear…but somewhere, somehow another star was born.” That line immediately caught my attention linking this 2017 movie to the real-life event of the on-field death and revival of Buffalo Bills football star Damar Hamlin on a Monday Night Football just weeks ago, an event that resonated around the world.
Finally, in a voice-over at the end, Dylan says: “In everyone’s life comes a time when the universe opens itself for just a few moments to show us what’s truly possible.”
Following his recovery, Damar Hamlin said: “God’s plan for me was to have a purpose greater than any game in this world.”
We’ve been getting inquiries about what we think about the unidentified objects that the U.S. military has shot down. Three such objects at this writing, plus the Chinese balloon. Those who have contacted us are concerned that they are alien vessels and that this is just the beginning. Interestingly, without exception the writers are people who have never expressed any interest about UFOs to us, who have not read any of the books or spent any time researching the subject. So that tells us that the subject of an alien presence is something that exists just below the consciousness of most of us. An archetype?
As for our friends who are very interested in the subject and have been for years, decades actually, they seem to have a more tempered approach to these recent events. We’re of the same mind. We aren’t shouting the aliens are here. I told you so. Well, actually, we think they are here, but these objects are not them. Typically, UFOs don’t drift along with the wind like balloons. They display maneuvers that are unlike any known craft making impossible high-speed turns and sometimes simply vanishing.
Not surprising, our friend Whitley Strieber has something to say about the objects. Whitley is probably more linked in popular culture to alien contact than any other living person, based on his encounters and numerous books about them. Synchronistically, as I (Rob) am writing here, Whitley just called Trish and they are talking astrology and the timing of the release of his new book.
So here is what he says about the objects. This was published on Unknown Country.
“If this is an action taken by our visitors, they are assessing our reactions. If so, then objects will also appear over Russia if they are not already doing so. Many years ago, I understood that conditions under which they might act would be the immediate danger of nuclear war and/or environmental collapse. Both things seem closer than ever at this time. If this is them and they are acting, then there will be more focused and concrete developments over whatever timeline they have chosen.
On balance, though, if I had to bet, I’d say that the following scenario explains what’s happening:
And then again, if it is the visitors it won’t surprise me. I learned long ago never to second-guess that remarkable, complex and secretive presence.”
We’re looking forward to reading Whitley’s new book, THEM. It will be released on March 23.
In the summer of 2011, after Megan had graduated from college, she decided she wanted to get a dog to accompany her on the next leg of her journey, whatever it would be. So we headed over to Big Dog Ranch and took a look at all the dogs they had for adoption. She found Nika with several other pups that had been rescued from a kill shelter in Miami. It was, for both of us, love at first sight.
We brought her home a couple days later and she immediately took to our red Golden Retriever, Noah. He was two years older than Nika and became a kind of mentor to her. She lived with us for five or six months – while Megan worked at Sea World with dolphins.
Then when Megan ‘s internship at Sea World was done, she launched her dog-sitting business and took Nika home to Orlando with her. I remember standing out in the driveway, crying, as they drove off.
Over the years, Nika went everywhere with Megan and with us when we were together as a family. She was there for every Wine Walk in Orlando, where Megan exhibited her art. We took her and Noah with us to the Florida keys, to Cedar Key, into the Carolinas.
In March 2019, a year before Covid hit, Noah passed away. There were a number of synchronicities surrounding his death. By then, we had Nigel, just 2 at the time. Noah had been his mentor, too. The following weekend when Megan and Nika arrived, Nika ran around the house looking for Noah. Quite often that weekend, I would see her and Nigel gazing off into space and wondered if they could see Noah’s spirit.
Nika moved in with us at some point during the pandemic. Nigel loved having another dog in the house. We kidded that Nika was in retirement. She had gotten fed up with all the dogs Megan was watching at her place and here, there was just Nigel, who adored her, and two cats who loved her. She also got to go to the dog park every day, went out to dinner with us, to the dog beach, and on vacations.
She loved chasing squirrels, made friends with people and dogs at the dog park, slept with Rob on the porch when the nights were cool. Sometimes at the park, she would wander off alone and sit utterly still, like she was meditating. I often felt she was a human soul who had chosen to come back this time as a dog.
This morning when I woke up, I noticed that Nika just wasn’t herself. She could barely walk. She panted a lot. I made her a bed on the floor and sat next to her and felt she was dying. I called our vet, discovered they are no longer open on Sundays, so I took her to an emergency vet, Access Specialty Animal Hospitals. When the vet finally came in to talk to me, I told her what I’d observed and felt.
“Well, she’s very sick. She has a large tumor and is bleeding internally.” She didn’t know if the tumor was malignant. I told her I wanted to take Nika home and then to our vet tomorrow. She didn’t recommend it. “She’s bleeding out and she’ll eventually suffocate because the blood will go into her lungs. It’s an awful and painful way to die.”
I spent several hours wrestling with what to do, crying, talking with Megan & Rob and a couple of friends, and finally made the choice to euthanize her.They brought us both into a room so I could spend time with her before and during. It’s heartbreaking to make this choice. I feel like there’s a huge hole inside me now. I told her repeatedly how much we all loved her and asked her, repeatedly, to please come back to us and to give me a sign when she does.
Nika touched so many people’s lives – here, in Orlando, wherever she was.
Now I hope she and Noah and Jessie, are first golden, and all the cats and a bird we’ve lost over the years, are together, cavorting and enjoying themselves and planning their next lives. You know all of you have a home here.
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This one is a repost of Rob’s experience from 2019.
Synchronicities can happen anywhere, anytime, even when waiting out a major storm. As Hurricane Matthew approached, we kept the Weather Channel on, listened and occasionally watched the latest updates. Our house was shuttered and Trish and I were settled in with two dogs and three cats. Stuck inside, I took the opportunity to organize some of our books that were piled here and there, and see if I could find shelf space or set some aside for recycling.
I noticed two books separate from the others, one atop the other. One was The Dreaming Universe, by Fred Alan Wolf. The other was Kurt Vonnegut’s Man Without a Country. I considered putting Wolf’s book in a bag for Goodwill, but noticed there were several paper tabs marking various pages. So, curious, I open the book to one of them, glanced down the page and my gaze stopped on the phrase… ’Vonnegut’s experience.’
That seemed like an interesting coincidence since Vonnegut’s autobiographical book had been resting atop Wolf’s dream tome. So I backtracked a few paragraphs to find what Vonnegut’s experience was about.
The story comes from a book on dreams in which Alan Vaughan, one of the co-authors, wrote that he had watched an interview on TV with Vonnegut and a few nights later dreamed of Vonnegut. He wondered if the dream meant anything to Vonnegut, so the next morning, March 13, 1970, he wrote him.
“You appeared in a dream I had this morning. We were in a house full of children. You were planning to leave soon on a trip. Then you mentioned that you were moving to an island name Jerome. As far as I know, there is no such place, so perhaps the name Jerome or initial ‘J’ has some related meaning.”
Vonnegut wrote back a couple of weeks later. “Not bad. On the night of your dream, I had dinner with Jerome B. (an author of children’s books), and we talked about a trip I made three days later to an island named England.”
Here’s what Wolf had to say about the exchange about the dream. “Clearly there was a connection between Vaughan’s dream and Vonnegut’s experience, all happening the same night, although it is probable that the discussion between Vonnegut and his friend Jerome took place before the dream. But the connection cannot be considered to be causal or local since there was no signal between the two events. One would have to consider this a spontaneous telepathic dream containing the fact of the conversation mixed in a capricious manner, typical of such dreams.”
You could call it telepathic, yes, but also synchronicity.
I was going to end the post there, but as I wrote Wolf’s name in the title, I suddenly realized there was yet another synchronicity here. Just before I took on the book organizing task, I’d been working on a chapter on shamanism for a work in progress on spirit contact. Specifically, I was writing about the meaning of power animals that can appear in shamanic journeys. I looked back to where I’d stopped and yes, I’d left off with Wolf. For the record, some of the attributes of Wolf Medicine are communication, working in harmony, and sharing knowledge in a structured way.
Oddly enough, in 2009 we wrote another post here about synchronicity involving Alan Vaughan and Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Interestingly, Even though it’s a completely different story, it also involved Vaughan writing a letter to Vonnegut and in that instance Vonnegut had written back about being surrounded by children. He and his wife had adopted six children all at once after their parents had both died – the late mother was Vonnegut’s sister.
Most of the AI sites I’ve found charge monthly or annually to use them. I found one – simplified.com that can be used for free.
So I entered the words: trickster synchronicity and here’s what it returned:
In Jungian psychology, the trickster archetype is a primordial image that is often expressed in myth, fairy tales, and folklore. It is also found in contemporary popular culture.
The trickster is often depicted as a cunning, mischievous character who886 plays tricks or performs pranks. The trickster is also known as the ‘divine clown’, ‘sacred jester’, or ‘holy fool’. In many cultures, the trickster is considered to be a positive, necessary force. It is believed that the trickster helps us to see the world in a new, more light-hearted way. In this article, we will explore the mysterious power of trickster synchronicities. We will also look at how the trickster archetype can be used to bring about positive change in our lives.
The trickster is an archetype that is found in folklore and mythology across cultures. This archetype is often represented by a character who is cunning and deceptive, and who uses this to their advantage. While the trickster archetype can be used for good, it can also be used for evil.
In some cases, the trickster is a malevolent figure who brings chaos and destruction. In other cases, the trickster is a helpful figure who uses their cunning to help others. The trickster is an archetype that is often associated with synchronicity. A synchronicity is a coincidence that has meaning and purpose.
Often, the trickster is behind these synchronicities, causing them to happen for their own amusement or benefit. While the trickster is often seen as a negative figure, there is also a positive side to this archetype. The trickster can be a powerful force for good, helping us to see the world in a new and mysterious way.
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So the AI did a decent job!
Travel synchros are among the most interesting. They happen unexpectedly and usually take you by surprise.
On a recent trip to Frisco, Texas, Megan and I took Lyfts everywhere we went and learned how diverse this community is – Pakistanis, Indians, Mexicans, Muslims – so I had ample opportunities to practice my Spanish. On one ride, we had an Hispanic driver and when I spoke to him in Spanish, he was delighted. We talked about how difficult English is to learn. I asked where he was from and he turned out to be Venezuelan!
He was from Barquisimeto and had come here to make some money and learn English some could practice his profession in the U.S. – animal husbandry. He said things in Venezuela were terrible, thanks to the “loco” dictators Maduro. “People don’t have opportunities to improve their lives.” He said a number of people form Maracaibo had moved to the area to escape the oppression.
We lived in Maracaibo for 5 or 6 years, in an oil camp where the families of Exxon employees lived. .My sister was born there. I remember it was much hotter than Florida, central air conditioning didn’t exist, and that we had huge trees in our backyard. One afternoon, I spotted a monkey in the one of those trees and ran inside to tell my parents. My mom came outside to take look and I told her I was going to climb the tree to befriend it but figured I should have a banana to offer the monkey,
Just moments after my mother had come outside to take look, we learned that a rabid monkey had escaped from a circus that was in town. One kid in the neighborhood had already gotten bitten and had been rushed to the hospital. He subsequently spent 3 weeks in the hospital getting rabies shots in the stomach.
Eventually, authorities arrived at our house and shot the monkey.
So when the driver mentioned Maracaibo, that’s what I remembered.
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Andrew Macpherson is a world renowned photographer working in Hollywood. His first book, Two Million Miles, was published in 2006 and it showcased his photographs working with the top fashion magazines such as Vogue and Bazaar as well as many of the icons of the entertainment industry. His work has regularly appeared on album and magazine covers and movie posters. It can also be seen on his Instagram feed, @andrewmacpherson_official and on his two websites below.
Born in London, England, he dedicated himself to photography the year his mother died, when he was thirteen. He surprised his father by telling him that she was going to die when his father came to tell him the news at school. His experience with Spirit came again when at eighteen he spontaneously channeled the spirit of his deceased godfather at the gathering after his funeral. After that there was along gap of quiet until he reached twenty-six, then a floodgate of experiences and dreams opened his eyes to the mystery that contains all that is known. Following that he kept encountering other people who’s lives had been changed or influenced by Spirit, and that, combined with his ongoing experiences, inspired him to write A Question of Spirit.
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Today February 4, 2023, our blog is 14. We started it on this date in 2009, on blogger. It was called synchrosecrets.com
So before we go any farther, here’s our definition of synchronicity: the coming together of inner and outer events that can’t be explained by cause and effect and that is meaningful to you.
In 2011. , a visitor got pissed about something we’d written, hacked the blog and took it over. He pretended to be Rob and wrote himself an apology. He also destroyed three of our computers.
We knew he was a computer guy in a town around Boston, knew his name, so we called the police department in his town to report him. Turned out that he’d already reported us to the department. If I remember correctly, he claimed that we’d hacked our own blog and blamed him. We also reported the hack to our local cops.A cop stopped by the house, we explained what had happened.
The cop told us there wasn’t much they could do about this. So we transferred the blog to Word Press. And that’s where we’ve been ever since.
At any rate, our first post is below. At the top of the post are some of the books that have grown out of this blog
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Most of us have experienced them – odd coincidences that seem like weird little hiccups in the cosmos.They usually grab our attention. But what, exactly, do they mean?
While we were writing our outline for a book on synchronicity, we stopped at our favorite cafe for a hit of morning Joe. As we sat outside, an elderly man approached us and handed us his card. It explained that he was deaf and was selling key chains. We bought one and on the back of the card found illustrations for sign language.
On the way home, following the cue from the deaf man,we talked about synchronicity as a language of signs. Then we passed the local high school, where the digital sign at the entrance was announcing a class in sign language. This sign about sign language added a deeper layer to the synchronicity.
Initially, its meaning seemed to be that we were on the right track with our concept – approaching synchronicity as a language of signs. The next day, a writer friend e-mailed a synchronicity she’d experienced while working on her current novel. She said she had invited readers of her blog to submit any synchronicities they would like to share for inclusion in the book. So we decided to start this blog, a kind of digital sign announcing that we would love to hear your stories!
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In 14 years, there are nearly 3,800 posts on every facet of synchronicity and anything mystical, more than 37,000 comments, 217 drafts. The material grew into five or six books on various facets of synchronicity.
In 2020, thanks to a synchro on Instagram with Jon Posey, we started our podcast The Mystical Underground. We subsequently changed the name of our blog. The podcast is now entering its 3rd year. By Jon’s count, which is undoubtedly correct, we’re at episode 135.
Through the podcasts I’m learning how synchronicity works its magic in other people’s lives. I’m realizing its importance in a world that often is so chaotic, divisive and violent that without meaningful coincidence, we would be without direction. We would lack foresight, creative ideas, motivation. Without synchronicity we would be swept up in, well, something, anything with even a hint at structure, foundation.
Through these 14 years, we’re grateful to everyone who has shared their synchros with us and hope those stories continue to come in. We don’t care how weird your experience is. Most synchronicities fit some sort of pattern. And the most important element in that pattern is that your experience resonates for you.