The Geography of Resilience

Posted on June 27, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Travel, whether it’s far flung or local, is usually a fertile environment for synchronicity.  Sometimes the synchros are obvious. But other times you have to dig beneath the surface and view your environment with a new perspective, new eyes. It’s like microscopic vision. A flash of color seizes your attention or a blur of movement explodes in your peripheral vision. To catch the significance, you have to adjust your perspective.

This photo is of a desert rose. It was in a potted plant on the porch of the cottage in Aruba where we stayed. Although it was outside, it wasn’t in a spot where rain might reach it.  On the day we arrived, it wasn’t blooming. It seemed to be held back, in escrow, waiting for the right time, the right moment, waiting for…well,water. So I watered it. Daily. Every morning, I poured a mug of water into the pot and then went around to the other plants on the porch and in the yard, hoping the water would salvage the little shoots, the promises of color and life.

On our third day, a bloom on the desert rose finally opened. The opening seemed to emit a signal – an iguana and a luminous blue desert lizard dropped by for a visit.I felt a kind of silly glee about it and called Rob, Megan, and Avery over for a look. “It’s blooming,” I exclaimed.

At that point, I  was trying to figure out certain elements in my novel, the kind of brainstorming you do in the privacy of your own head. If I do XYZ, then A will happen. In other words, I was looking at plot details. That night I took the color of the desert rose into sleep, into my dreams. I dreamed of rose-colored rivers, rose-colored mountains, rose-colored deserts.

The next morning, while shopping at Ting Wei grocery store, I noticed this color everywhere – in the bins of frozen fish,in the tints of the wines, in the colors of shampoos. When I returned to the cottage, I was struck by the color of the hammock on our cottage porch, so like the color of the desert rose.

 I think this was the point where I realized that my plot was fine. What I needed was more local color for the Aruba scenes, more of what made the island unique and perfect for my characters.

Is it a synchro? Absolutely. What began with the blooming of a desert rose resulted in a creative realization of what was lacking in my novel.

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Good Lord!

Posted on June 27, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Rob is teaching a six-week meditation course that began June 21. His background in meditation is through yoga and a bit of Zen practice. He wasn’t very familiar with Christian concepts of meditation, except for discouraging comments about Eastern meditation practices from conservative Christians. Since most of his students are Christian, at least in heritage, he decided to Google the term–Christian meditation– to see what would come up. The first site he clicked is called, The World Community for Christian Meditation.
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The above illustration is featured at the top of the site and it immediately caught my attention. Below it are the words: The Shape of God’s Affection. To the right, are the words: Meditation with Children.

Ah…does anyone else find this scenario a bit strange? The illustration appears to show a youth supplicating before a priest, bishop, or cardinal. To me, the inferences are obvious. Maybe this drawing makes the monks all warm and fuzzy, but considering the widespread sexual abuse of children in the church, it seems over the top. I mean, what are we meditating on here?

Now consider the actual text below the illustration.

“Offering a refresher course in Basic Christianity James Alison will remind us what the Good News about God really is. He will help us re-imagine the uniqueness of Christ and explore how the Spirit overcomes moralism and makes room for a more loving church. He points to new ways through the divisions and conflicts in ethical, sexual and social issues which can so distort Christian living.”

Maybe I’m being prudish, but none of the above made me any wiser about Christian meditation.

So I continued my search and actually found a few sites with substance on the topic. I’ve concluded that Christian meditation is about focusing on a subject or scene, preferably from the Bible and thinking about it or visualizing it. In that sense, it’s the opposite of Eastern meditation which emphasizes quieting the mind, releasing the thoughts, and turn inward. I gathered from some comments on Christian meditation sites that there’s a fear of the mystical in these practices, or what might happen if we quiet our minds. Here’s an example:

“If the Bible is sufficient to thoroughly equip us for every good work, how could we think we need to seek a mystical experience instead of or in addition to it?” That is from a site called: “What is Christian meditation?”

I eventually found a Catholic site which gave instructions for the  ‘active mind’ method of meditation. It’s not so different from what Carl Jung called ‘active imagination,’ a form of meditation similar to visualization practices.

However, when it comes to Christian meditation, I’ve decided I prefer to blank my mind…or that image above might creep into it.

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Synchronicity and the G20 Summit

Posted on June 26, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Synchronicities often surround global events. We’ve posted several synchronicities related to global events. Here’s one of the most interesting. So let’s see what’s going on with the G20 summit in Ontario this weekend.

Two days ago, Ontario experienced a rare earthquake – 5.0 – that was felt as far south as Pennsylvania. There was also a tornado in the town of Midland, which devastated a trailer park and left 8,000 people without power. Midland is about a hundred miles from Toronto, where the summit is being held. So, these two events could be addressing the context of this summit.

The G20 and G8 summits, held in two separate locations, are where the world’s leaders, finances ministers, and central bank ministers come together to discuss how the world is run, who runs it, who buys and sells it, and, well, all the rest of that. Canada is footing the huge bill for this, estimated to cost around $893 million in just security.

When you add in another $500 million in Canadian dollars for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, $2 million Canadian for a marketing and meeting pavillion, it’s no wonder that some in the Canadian media refer to the summit as “a billion dollars waste of time” (national weekly MacLeans). Columnist James Travers, writing in The Toronto Star, the country’s largest newspaper, was even less kind: “There’s a nagging sense police, public servants and politicians are wallowing in a bottomless trough they figure Canadians will constantly replenish.”

So perhaps these leaders and finances ministers should pay closer attention to the synchronicities that precede this summit – the earth rocking and rolling, a tornado…even Reuters noticed the coincidences and asked, “Might a plague of frogs be next?”

Interestingly enough, as I was writing this post, a Google alert showed up in our inbox about the synchronicity of these events. It’s from the examiner.com , located in our area, and the author notes, “People have been gathering for many years to protest the secret plans of our world leaders. It seems Earth may be joining that protest now.” He ends his piece on a humorous note (that may not prove to be so humorous in the end): “Take a hint, guys, or Gaia will getcha!”

Not only Gaia, but the cosmos are also aligned against the G20, since they chose this particular date to kick off the summit. Astrologically, today, June 26, is not the best day for such an event. A fairly rare astrological aspect, a cardinal cross, creates all kinds of stress and tension among people, within the earth, and in weather phenomena. Read about that here.

Stay tuned.

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The Sparrow Hawks of Aruba

Posted on June 25, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Aruba’s desert is a desolate place, filled with all the stuff you expect to find in deserts – cactuses, arid land, mysterious culverts that hold water, plants that have adapted to the lack of water, and critters that call the desert home.

One evening, we were sitting on the cottage porch reading when, suddenly, in my peripheral vision, I saw what looked like a small hawk hovering just above the fence of the house next door. But it looked too small to be a hawk and by the time I stood for a closer look, it had flown off and alighted on a cactus on the other side of the road.

The next day, we drove to some of the tourist spots – a donkey rescue farm, a place called Casibari where gigantic stones (origin unknown) create a mysterious park, and an ostrich farm. The farm has 28 ostriches that are like pets for the people who own the place. They supposedly aren’t killed for their meat or oil, but are primarily a tourist attraction. While we were sitting there, a young woman held a bird on her arm. It was a sparrow hawk, chewing away at a piece of ostrich meat.I realized this was the species of bird I had seen that night on the porch.

Megan asked if she could hold it and the bird climbed onto her hand, the bit of meat still in its claws. Rob and I both petted it and the sparrow hawk didn’t flinch or try to bite us.

“Is it a pet?” I asked.

“No, not really,” the young woman said. “It just likes people.” She flashed a quick smile. “And it likes the meat.”

After awhile, the sparrow hawk flew off. It obviously wasn’t a pet in the traditional sense. But the young woman said it would return at dusk, for another piece of meat.  What I found curious about this encounter is that the sparrow hawk reflects the people of Aruba.

In esoteric terms, the hawk symbolizes the search for a higher truth and broader perspective, the sparrow is about creativity. Starting in 1953, the island began to sculpt its image as a tourist destination. It capitalized on its strengths – fantastic beaches, the intriguing desert geography, and its location in the Caribbean, a spot outside the hurricane belt. Over the years, the idea of Aruba as “one happy island” took root in the collective consciousness of its people. As one local gentleman put it, “The island is too small to hold grudges.”

Aruba covers 70 square miles, is about 20 miles long and and six miles wide. Four languages are taught in schools – Dutch, English, Spanish, and a local dialect, Papiamento. But Chinese is also spoken here. Most of the supermarkets are owned and run by the Chinese.

There are luxury resorts – the Marriot, the Hyatt – but there are also smaller, family-owned places like the Boardwalk and the North Shore Cottage where we stayed. These places cater to windsurfers, kite boarders, sun worshippers, and tourists seeking respite, fun, and the silence that only deserts and exquisite beaches can provide. Here, you can parasail, skydive, go tubing, horseback ride through the desert and along the beaches. Or you can float in the swimming pool of one of the luxury hotels and sip Margaritas until dawn. You name the activity, someone will provide it.

The people of Aruba are as adaptable and independent as that sparrow hawk that perched on Megan’s hand, allowed us to pet it, photograph it, and then flew off into the afternoon light, following the lure of the wild, its bit of meat still clutched in its claws.
– Trish

This post is a bit lighter than the oil one. Yet, one darker note: The people of Aruba are also worried about the oil spill, hoping it doesn’t come their way. So far they are well out of the range of the spill.
– Rob

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Days 65-66

Posted on June 24, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Day 65 of the oil gusher in the gulf doesn’t look much better than day 64. Or day 58, 57, 56, 55. In fact, every day the disaster continues looks worse than the day before it. Last night on Countdown, there was a discussion about the worst case scenario – that the gusher can’t be stopped. I wondered what my dad would think of this.

He spent nearly 30 years working for Exxon in Venezuela. He went there in 1937, on the heels of the depression in the U.S., a young man hungry for adventure, the touch of the exotic, and a steady paycheck. He wasn’t an engineer, wasn’t one of the oil rig guys. He was an accountant, a numbers man.

His first assignment was in Carapito, on the shores of Lake Maracaibo, one of 17 ancient lakes on the planet, created more than 36 million years ago. It’s rich in oil,  now filled with wells and rigs. In those days, the Rockefellers were just beginning to tap into the wealth of oil in that lake. My dad lived in an oil camp, a kind of makeshift village where the gringos were housed. He was single in those days and the women he dated were nurses, teachers, women imported from the U.S. and other countries.
 

My dad knew the score. From the start, he realized that the U.S. was exploiting Venezuelas’s resources.But he, like the fishermen and shrimpers now cleaning up the gulf coast, needed the work. The alternative was bread lines in the States. There are points in every life where ideology simply can’t trump necessity.

He returned to the U.S. when war broke out and enlisted. He traveled to India and at some point in a furlough, returned to Tulsa, Oklahoma and met my mother on a blind date. Within six months, they were married, and within a year, he took her to Venezuela, where they lived until 1963.

My sister and I were both born and raised in Venezuela.  We were oil brats. We lived in Maracaibo and in Caracas. This photo is of Caracas  – 3,000 feet above sea level.

 As Exxon’s profits escalated during those years, we flourished. We weren’t rich by any stretch of the imagination, but we weren’t hungry, either. We loved Venezuela – its eccentricities, its mountains and valleys, its dramatic beauty. In the U.S, there are snow days and hurricane days, but in Venezuela, we had revolution days, when the political situation was so unstable that there were runs on grocery stores, gas stations, when everything shut down.

After ninth grade, I went away to boarding school in the states.  There weren’t any good alternatives for high school in Caracas, so Exxon paid for it. I was15. The culture shock was considerable. I was Heinlein’s stranger in a strange land. I hated it, hated the Massachusetts winter, the restrictions, the way the school tried to shove religion down your throat. I begged my parents to let me return to Caracas to go to school. But in my junior year, the Venezuelan government nationalized the oil industry and my father took early retirement from Exxon and he and my mother moved to Boca Raton, Florida. He was younger than I am now. In those days, Boca consisted of maybe three stop lights.Today, it’s a traffic jam.

In later years, my dad became a memeber of Mensa, the high IQ society. It’s not like he was an active member. He just liked  knowing that he, a guy with a high school education, qualified. He often reflected on his three decades in Venezuela as the best he had lived – psychologically, emotionally, spiritually. He regretted certain decisions he’d made, applauded others. But he knew the bottom line was larger than him or his life and that eventually our dependence on oil would suffocate us. He was a Republican, and yet at the end of his life he grew disgusted with politics. He knew the struggle went well beyond how you voted and who was in office.

“It’s always the same,” he said. “We pillage a country that’s rich in natural resources, we cut corners, we create disasters – and then wonder how the hell it happened.”

He might have been describing the present debacle in the gulf.
– Trish

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SHORT SYNCHROS

Posted on June 23, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Here are several short synchronicities that serendipitously came together about the same time. We’ll start with a couple related to the number 11. 
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There are days when even the synchronicities seem to be working against you, it seems, possibly nudging you to become aware of certain patterns in your life. That was the case for Natalie when the number 11 kept coming up, seizing her attention.

“I have some not so good ones from yesterday….Our car got a flat at 1:11 yesterday afternoon, our daughter vomited all through her bed at 11:11pm, and then my washing machine flooded the laundry at 1:11am. Sheesh!”

It’s up to Natalie to decide what pattern in her life attracted those experiences. Or maybe it was just the trickster, tweaking her awareness in trickster fashion!But, given what has come up recently for Natalie (subsequent posts) the 11 may have been telling her that her psychic work was about to take new, unprecedented directions.,
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As we’ve written before, Jung considered numbers to be archetypes and when we experience a cluster of a particular number, that archetype has been activated in our psyche. Mike Perry has heard all about the 11 phenomenon, but until recently it never part of his own life. 

“I’ve never had clusters of 11’s in my life until this morning. I got on the scales and found my weight was (in UK measurements) 11 stone 11 lbs. This showed on the scales as 11:11. Haven’t been this weight for years, so was a surprise. Later that morning my wife was in the garden and asked me what the time was, and it was 11:11.”

BTW, 11 stones, 11 pounds converts to 165 pounds. Numerologically, that translates to 111, by adding the 6+5. Or, 11+1. So either system, Mike still gets 11’s in the tablulation. For Mike, the experience seems to be a matter of awareness. Now he’ll probably notice more and more such clusters.

Could all the 11 synchronicities being reported somehow relate to the idea that we are in the ‘eleventh hour’ as the Hopi elders said in their message a few years ago?
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Moving on, here’s one from Jane Clifford of Wales about a travel trailer, or caravan, as they’re called in G.B

“In summer I like to have a small caravan as a spare bedroom. I had my eye on one that I could see from my house for a year, but it was not for sale. If it had been, it would have been beyond my budget until, that is, a little water got in one window over the winter. So it needed a little attention, and went on the market. Now it is mine and at a bargain price! I was as happy as a kid with a new playhouse! Yesterday, a friend passed on a novel, and the first page was about a family excited with their caravan!

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Jane happened upon an old magazine and found a couple other short ones–the first is surprising, the second astonishing. .

Mrs Williard Lovell of Berkely, California had locked herself out of her house and was trying to get in for 10 mins when the postman delivered a letter from her brother containing the spare key he had gone off with the previous week. (Talk about timing!)

Charles Coglan, a Shakespearian actor, dropped dead on stage in Calveston, Texas while playing Hamlet in 1898. Since his home on Prince Edward Island was 3,500 miles away, he was put in a vault in a Galveston cemetery by the sea. Soon after a hurricane hit, flooded the cemetry, and his coffin floated away. Eight years later, some fisherman on Prince Edward Island spotted a battered box floating near the shore. Coghlans body had come home and he was re buried for a second time near the church where he had been christened!  

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Finally, here’s one that happened to Rob on the evening that we returned home from our trip to Aruba.

“While unpacking, I happened to pick up a copy of Yoga Journal from a stack of magazines in my office. I glanced at the cover and focused on the title of an article. It was called: 9 Poses to Ground You after Traveling.

“Synchronicity.  I was still feeling somewhat ‘up in the air,’ so I decided to read it. The author, Ross Rayburn, explained that his teacher, John Friend, believes that ‘travel results in decreased apana vayu, the downward-moving, or rooting, energy of prana.’  So Rayburn designed a sequence of poses to root your energy down in order to help you feel physically strong, mentally clear, and energetically balanced after returning from a trip.

“I tried it, and it helped!”
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That one’s a good example of how we can attract the energy that we need when we need it. It’s about being in alignment, being in the right place at the right time. That’s the essence of synchronicity.

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Paradigm Shift?

Posted on June 22, 2010 by Trish and Rob

 I’m not sure  where Jung would put paradigm shifts. He experienced several during his lifetime, wrote about them,  and the shifts he lived through certainly influenced his search and his writings. But are paradigm shifts strictly cause and effect? If they are mass events, there are invariably synchronicities associated with them even if they aren’t immediately apparent. We’ve posted several of them.

 As we enter day 63 of the oil spill, it appears that the repercussions of this catastrophe could be triggering a paradigm shift about a world energy based in fossil fuels. It may not be huge shift yet, it may not be at its tipping point, but there seems to be progress. According to the article here, Britain has tightened its oil rig inspections. Bulgaria dumped plans for a new oil pipeline that would have carried Russian oil to Greece.  China is upgrading its blowout preventer system. Canada is tightening oversight of its deepest oil drilling ever,
off the coast of Newfoundland.

Despite muted responses from countries in the Mideast, the most important sentence in the entire article linked above may be this one: “The Gulf catastrophe also has sparked a debate over the practice of deepwater drilling itself – with some viewing the spill as reason to ban it altogether.”

Interestingly enough, we ran across another article about research being done by a Cambridge professor, Nicholas Boyle, that points to 2014 as a doomsday moment that will “determine whether the 21st century is full of violence and poverty or will be peaceful and prosperous. In the last  500 years there has been a cataclysmic ‘Great Event’ of international significance at the start of each century. Occurring in the middle of the second decade of each century, they include events which sparked wars, religious conflict and brought peace.” The past dates?  These are intriguing:

1517: Martin Luther and the rise of Protestanism and church reformation

1618: start of 30 years war and  decades of conflict in Europe

1715:  establishment of the Hanoverians, who ruled Britain, Ireland, and Hanover
 (in Germany).

1815: after the defeat of Napolean, the Congress of Vienna occurred and ushered in
 a period of relative stability in Europe.

1914: WWI breaks out

Boyle sees the economic collapse that began in 2007 as the trigger for this doomsday moment. “Big economic changes lead to big political changes and we have not seen them yet.’My thesis is that we have got another crisis to come, and you can already see that in the questions being raised over the debts of nations rather than private credit debts.”

He believes  that because of the colossal power of the U.S. military, America is key to which direction events may turn. “Everything, in the end, may depend on whether America can react more imaginatively to that decline than Britain was able to do in the years before 1914. The only conceivably peaceful route to that goal
is through a continuation of the pax Americana. “But both the world’s understanding of America, and America’s understanding of itself, will have to change fundamentally for that goal to be achieved.”
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The questions I have about Boyle’s research are about other obvious turning points in history: WWII, Vietnam, Iraq. Yet, there does seem to be a glimmer of hope in terms of a paradigm shift and oil. But after I read this Naomi Klein article here,  I’m wondering if the shift is just in its infancy.

Here’s a bit of the Klein article that intrigues:

“In the late 90s, an isolated indigenous group in Colombia captured world headlines with an almost Avatar-esque conflict. From their remote home in the Andean cloud forests, the U’wa let it be known that if Occidental Petroleum carried out plans to drill for oil on their territory, they would commit mass ritual suicide by jumping off a cliff. Their elders explained that oil is part of ruiria, “the blood of Mother Earth”. They believe that all life, including their own, flows from ruiria, so pulling out the oil would bring on their destruction. (Oxy eventually withdrew from the region, saying there wasn’t as much oil as it had previously thought.)

“Virtually all indigenous cultures have myths about gods and spirits living in the natural world – in rocks, mountains, glaciers, forests – as did European culture before the scientific revolution. Katja Neves, an anthropologist at Concordia University, points out that the practice serves a practical purpose. Calling the Earth “sacred” is another way of expressing humility in the face of forces we do not fully comprehend. When something is sacred, it demands that we proceed with caution. Even awe.”

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The Festival of Solstice

Posted on June 22, 2010 by Trish and Rob

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The Truth is Out There!

Posted on June 21, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Yesterday one of our readers dismissed the human influence on climate change. That’s fine. He can have his point of view.

However, since he invoked the X-Files phrase – The Truth is Out There — we just couldn’t pass up a response. This one comes from the work of a Nobel Prize winning scientist who looked into alien abductions and found a consistent message passed onto the abductees. This article comes from Bhodi Thunder.
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Harvard Professor John Mack, a psychiatrist and a psychoanalyst, was intrigued by the number of cases in which he was finding clients reporting alien abductions. Of course, many people suffering from some form of psychosis might say they were encountering aliens. But what Dr. Mack found was that these people reporting abductions were not insane. They were coherent, rational, and were functioning normally except that some reported stress and overwhelming fear of the abductions.

Obviously, people can and do lie about their abduction experience in order to gain attention. But Dr. Mack reported, “I’ve now worked with over a hundred experiencers intensively. Which involves an initial two-hour or so screening interview before I do anything else. And in case after case after case, I’ve been impressed with the consistency of the story, the sincerity with which people tell their stories, the power of feelings connected with this, the self-doubt—all the appropriate responses that these people have to their experiences.”

Dr. Mack is, unfortunately, no longer with us. He was killed in an auto accident in England while attending a conference.

But the story doesn’t end there.

Dr. Mack found that the alien abductees generally reported similar reasons for the abductions and an unsettling prediction for humanity.

“.…Now, the effect of that is—or what seems to be going on there, in a number of abductees—not just people I see, but the ones Budd Hopkins and other people see—is to produce some kind of new species to bring us together to produce a hybrid species which—the abductees are sometimes told—will populate the earth or will be there to carry evolution forward, after the human race has completed what it is now doing, namely the destruction of the earth as a living system. So it’s a kind of later form. It’s an awkward coming together of a less embodied species than we are, and us, for this evolutionary purpose.

However, that might not be literally true. It might be that that this is a communication to us. That perhaps we need to change our ways. It may not be that these are literally our babies. It may be a kind of expression of images of babies; or it may be that these hybrids we’re told is what will have to be. It’s a kind of insurance policy if the earth continues to be subjected to the exploitation of its living environment to the point where it can’t sustain human and other life as it’s now occurring. But it may not be literally what is going to happen. So that’s one area….”(source pbs.org)

Dr. Mack also says that there is a general theme of the abductees being shown screens of environmental catastrophes. He says they report that even the spirits that live in the same environment that we do will have be displaced.

The cause of all of this future misfortune as reported by the abductees, according to Dr. Mack, will be too much environmental stress caused by pollution and human activities.

The abductees told Dr. Mack that the ETs were sure it was going to happen. So the Aliens started creating a hybrid race for after the eco-collapse.

Sure, it’s interesting that the claimed abductees reported the threat of eco-collapse over the last several decades. But you don’t have to be abducted to know that something has been going terribly wrong for quite awhile. Many, myself included, have indeed warned that we need a drastic and a serious change in the way we have been living. For me and others, the first step to a solution to the environmental nightmare that we were building had to be for people to come to some understanding of the interconnectedness of life and the consequences of their actions.

Perhaps now we have indeed approached the point of no return to that human extinction event reportedly warned by the Aliens.
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So Mr. K, now you’ve got the scientists and the aliens lined up against your perspective.

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The Summer Solstice

Posted on June 21, 2010 by Trish and Rob

If we lived in England, this is where I would be today, celebrating the summer solstice at Stonehenge. It’s one of those place I have always wanted to visit, so mysterious, ancient, filled with secrets.  Constructed some 5,000 years ago, it’s speculated that Stonehenge was built to worship ancient Earth deities, but no one really knows for sure. Was it a huge astronomical calendar? Did King Arthur actually bring the stones from Ireland?  I’d always associated the Druids with Stonehenge, but apparently Druids worshipped in forests. The best guess is that construction was begun by people of the late Neolithic period around 3000 BC.

An organization called English Heritage is providing “Managed Open Access” to Stonehenge for the solstice.
Poke around on their site for the history of Stonehenge. It’s remarkable. About 37,000 people visited Stonehenge for last year’s solstice. Even more are expected this year. In 2008, the total number of visitors to Stonehenge was nearly 900,000. It’s undoubtedly more popular today, as a ruin, than it was in its prime condition, when of course there were far few souls on the planet.

What rules, if any, did they have for visitors in those ancient times? We’ll probably never know. Here are the current rules enumerated here , which include:
– no camping
– no dogs
– no fires or fireworks
– no glass bottles
– no large bags or rucksacks
– no climbing over the stones

If any of  you plan to attend, we’d love to hear about your experience…and your synchronicities.

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