The Dream of Lost Souls

Posted on May 1, 2010 by Trish and Rob

photo by Jennifer Gerard

I was poking around on Butternut Squash’s wonderful blog and came across this stunning story about a dream she had during one of her earlier trips to Asia. We’ve posted several of her synchronicities and all of them are rich, profound, and take you right into the heart of a deeper mystery. This one is no exception.
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Dreams have some catching up to do after you have been without sleep for so long. I always find that my dreams are more colorful and fantastic when I have been without them for a while. But sometimes I have dreams that are not of the same quality as the others. I have had a few that have come true in inconsequential ways, some that are scary and some that are easy to control so that I can take flight and go where I like. This type of lucid dreaming is my favorite. But three times in my life, I have had a very different kind of dream.
 
The third time that I had one of these dreams was after that long journey to Thailand shortly after I was married at 29. My hotel room had two single beds. I fell asleep very quickly, but shortly after I fell asleep, I was aware of the room again as if I was looking through the backs of my eye-lids. Everything in the room was exactly as it had been when I went to bed except that I had visitors.

There was a monk lying seemingly deceased on the bed next to mine. Around the departed or nearly departed, three other monks in long dark red robes with large yellow hats were marching clockwise around the body. One of them swung an incense burner as they circumnambulated and chanted. They were completely absorbed in what they were doing until they came around the foot of the bed. One of the monks realized that I was there and looked  right into my eyes with a fierce and fixed gaze. I cannot ever remember the feeling of being seen in any other dream than this one. Usually it is the dreamer that does all of the seeing.

In seconds I was awake again and running down the stairs to the lobby. I asked the teenagers at the desk how old the building was and had anyone ever seen any ghosts there before. They said that the building was quite old but they hadn’t heard about any ghosts. They also pointed out that Thai monks wear orange robes and do not have big yellow hats.

I couldn’t go back to sleep that night. I didn’t want to be alone in the room, so I went out on the town with another guest at the hotel.

The dream was vivid in my imagination for years. A couple of years after my first child was born, I was on another buying trip in Nepal. There on the wall of a different hotel was a mural of the same red robed monks with large yellow hats that I had seen in my dreams.

It just so happened that on this trip, I was treated to a dinner by a member of the Dalai Lama’s family because I had done her a small favor. (It’s a very big family.) I was so surprised about the painting I had seen on the wall, that I had to tell her my dream. She was sure it was a reincarnation dream and that perhaps my son was a reincarnate. She urged me to contact his holiness’s office. I still have his business card, but I was not prepared for the prospect of a special Buddhist education for my child. I have never made any contact.

Over the years I have thought many times of Lhasa’s lost. All of those deeply religious gentle souls that passed so quickly and so violently. I think about their spirits being scattered around the world still praying for the enlightenment of all of us.

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Wilkes and Stupid and Gone with the Wind

Posted on April 30, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Cluster synchronicities involve the repetition of names, numbers, and objects, usually within a short period of time. We’ve posted quite a few that deal with number clusters (11s are popular) and with names. We particularly enjoyed this cluster synchro from Johnny Walsh, who we “met” through evolver.net. It’s a layered travel synchro,  which makes it even more interesting.

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On a recent visit to my daughters in upstate New York,we watched “Gone With the Wind” on one of the cable TV stations. A main character in that great movie is Ashley Wilkes. At one point while we watched, that rogue Rhett Butler refers to him as “that stupid Ashley.” After that, whenever Mr. Wilkes appeared on the screen, the kids would yell, “Stupid Ashley!”

After the movie’s stirring climax, we retired for the night. For some pre-sleep relaxation, I opened the new “New Yorker” magazine, plus I turned on the radio. On a talk show a gentleman was plugging his book about coincidence and synchronicity. A cartoon in the magazine caught my eye. It depicted two headstones abutting each other–on the left, the deceased’s name is clearly seen as “Wilkes.” The other stone had an arrow pointing to Wilkes’ gravesite, and has emblazoned upon it “I’m With Stupid,” like the old novelty t-shirts. Just to have the cartoon/movie connection is nice, but to have a guy in the background talking about coincidences makes it a bit more savory.

And then, incredibly, this happened: On the train back to New York City, I had a seat to myself on the Syracuse-to-Albany leg of the trek. In Albany, an attractive woman in her 40’s got on the train and sidled into the empty seat next to me. She began reading the same “New Yorker” magazine I had read a couple of nights earlier. Later, we got to chatting and I asked if she saw that headstone cartoon, and she said she hadn’t. I described to her the coincidence involving a beloved movie, an amusing magazine cartoon, and an off-beat radio show.

She chuckled, if somewhat nervously, and then we both went back to our reading. It’s then that I noticed her Amtrak ticket stub on her pull-down tray in front of her. Under the PASSENGER NAME heading and her signature was her last name. The name printed on it was “Wilks.” No “e” in there like “Wilkes,” but certainly close enough.

I think she was too creeped out to tell me that her name related to my coincidence story after I had told it to her. I was a little creeped out too, I must admit, but I love it when the universe observes us instead of vice versa, and plays around with our minds a little bit.

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Oil Spill

Posted on April 29, 2010 by Trish and Rob
aerial view of oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico

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When synchronicities manifest themselves through global events, the universe seems to be addressing us as a collective – as people of the same country, continent, world. The oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico certainly qualifies as a global synchro.

On March 31, President Obama  unveiled a sweeping plan to open up the eastern Gulf of Mexico, the south Atlantic coast, and areas off northern Alaska to new oil and gas exploration.  As noted in the St Petersburg Times, “Never mind that the eastern gulf has less oil than America consumes in a year.Any supplies would not make a dent in the price of fuel at the pump. But moving the boundary east would shift the next fight over drilling even closer to land.”

Just twenty days later, on April 20, a BP oil rig exploded in the gulf, just 50 miles off the Louisiana coast, killing 11 people and creating what may become the worst oil spill in history.

Initially, BP said that only 1000 barrels of oil a day were leaking (only?!). But a scientist from NOAA says that based on aerial flights and photos, it’s estimated that 5,000 barrels of oil are leaking each day. That’s 210,000 gallons. The spill covers some 600 square miles of water. As of late Thursday evening (April 29) the oil slick was just a few miles from the mouth of the Mississippi River. CNN was reporting that the smell of oil is now present in New Orleans.

Remember the heartbreaking photos in the aftermath of the Valdez disaster? Oily birds, dead fish? Ten wildlife refuges in Mississippi and Louisiana are in the oil spill’s path.

So what’s the message? Is Obama listening?

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Look at the picture of the oil slick and see if you can find a message. I see a squatting monkey in the center of the photo representing the pro-oil politicians. There’s a dog on the monkey’s back, representing the oil lobbyists, and the monkey is reaching toward a ship–representing big oil interests–for a campaign contribution.

Politicians spend up to 90% of their time raising campaign funds. Lobbyists are writing the bills. Money equals free speech. Corprations are people.

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God’s Eye

Posted on April 29, 2010 by Trish and Rob

We typically avoid religious oriented synchronicities, ones that invoke God as the force triggering synchronicity. While generally speaking, you could say God is responsible for all synchronicity–and everything else–relating religion to synchronicity tends to confuse matters.

That said, we came across an interesting article containing an unusual story involving a 13-year-old girl, who apparently was working for God, at least, part-time on weekends.  Here’s the story, as told by John Kehoe.
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“A dramatic example of this [synchronicity]  is shared by a close friend of mine who, as a thirteen-year-old girl, was, as she termed it, “on fire for God.”  She would travel on the bus every Saturday ‘looking to do God’s work.’

“Sometimes she would have meaningful encounters and sometimes not, but every Saturday she rode the bus being led where it felt appropriate. This particular Saturday she was again riding the bus when suddenly she felt the need to get off at a particular bus stop. Across from the bus stop was a tavern, and she walked into the tavern without knowing why.

“Now it is illegal in Canada for anyone under the age of nineteen to be in a tavern and Ann, a young-looking thirteen-year-old, was obviously not nineteen, yet no one stopped her or said a word. ‘It was as if I was invisible,’ she said, recounting the incident. She walked up to a woman who was sitting alone at a table. She sat down and said to her, ‘God has asked me to tell you he loves you and you are not alone.’

“She had no idea why she was saying this, or what the reaction would be from the woman, and was surprised herself at what had come out of her mouth. The woman looked at her in disbelief for several seconds and then burst into tears. ‘Come up to my room,’ she said. They walked up several flights of stairs in the run-down hotel and entered her room. A gun was on the table.

“’I bought this gun yesterday,’ she said, and went on to describe the horrific circumstances she was presently enduring, and how hopeless and alone she felt. ‘This afternoon at one I said to myself, If God does not send me a sign or give me some hope in the next hour I am going to kill myself.’ The clock indicated it was ten minutes to two. In ten more minutes she would have killed herself. The two wept in each other’s arms, and then my friend left the room, never to see the woman again.

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This story might sound like one of those mass e-mails that goes viral, but it was actually part of a well written article, referenced above, from a web site called Mind Power. We hope it’s a true story, and not made up to entertain us. If the latter turns out to be the case, well, we would have to adjust the ‘on fire for God’ part and change it to ‘Liar, liar, pants on fire!’

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Best Friends from Long Ago

Posted on April 28, 2010 by Trish and Rob

  

We’ve put up several posts about people who find each other after being out of touch for years and there’s always a synchronicity of some kind involved. The next story came from AJ Jeffcoat. He had written asking if any of my novels were ebooks. In an exchange of emails, I referred him to the blog and asked if he had any synchronicities he wanted to share. This one involves his daughter.
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My daughter Erin, teaches elementary school in a suburb of FT Worth, TX. She was  assigned a high school student to mentor the children with special needs. Apparently, Erin reminded the mentor of someone but she just could not put her finger on who it was. Bear  in mind this had been going on since the beginning of the school year.

Over the Easter break, the mentor shared her holiday with her family. While talking to her cousin, it suddenly dawned on her this was the person that Erin reminded her of. They spoke the same, stood the same, held their hands the same. The mentor told her cousin what she had realized. Much to their surprise they realized that Erin and the cousin knew each other. They not only knew each other, but were best friends in elementary and middle school. They have not seen much of each other for several years but always call each other on their birthdays. By the way, the cousin is also an elementary school teacher. What are the odds?

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Synchros from Bali

Posted on April 27, 2010 by Trish and Rob

The moment, we asked for travel synchronicities, we started receiving them! This one is from healing mudras, a Reiki healer, whose synchronicities we have posted before. The first story of hers we posted was Bangkok Odds.

She’s a European expat living in Bangkok and her  travels take her all over Asia. Right now, she’s in Bali, which is where this story takes place.
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While in Laos, I met a lady, who I had possibly met earlier in my life or at least we had been working in a similar environment and had common acquaintances. She is from Jamaica, a single mother. I lived 6 years in Trinidad and Tobago and have a mixed race daughter from there. I, too, am a single mother.
In early April 2010, she’d planned a holiday to Bali and I told her I had, too, a trip I planned to take with my daughter, and why didn’t we get together?  Our travel dates matched perfectly. Good start. We were on the same flight from Bangkok to Bali,  which is not so much weird as there’s just one Thai Airways flight per day between those 2 destinations. Our kids had never met and they really enjoyed each other’s company. So we were happy to see our week in Bali unfold really nicely. More conversations unfolded, including that we actually had common stories. common acquaintances. I began to feel I had found a sister ‘sistah!”

Anyhow, she told me that by Friday a Jamaican friend of her would travel from another city in Indonesia just to meet her a short while before she flies back. So here we are up in the mountains of Bali waiting for dinner. In the meantime a few nights back I actually had joined a Facebook group of West Indians Living in Asia and she said, “Well, hey, there’s the man!”
 

So when he arrives we were actually planning to arrange transportation back to our respective hotels with our respective children already exhausted by a long day of walking and jumping in the Monkey Forest. We canceled our scheduled taxis as her Jamaican friend had a driver.The evening unfolded with several connections, one after another, with this Jamaican man, whom I had never met, but with whom I felt camaraderie.
By the end of the evening, we got ready to leave and named our hotels. The Jamaican man said, “Oh, Isabella, you’re staying where I am, so no worries about transportation.You can ride with me and my driver.”
When we walked to his car, the driver was the same man I had booked to drive us back – the taxi I had canceled earlier — and the very same driver who had taken me down the hill that morning!
The next morning, while having brunch, we kept discovering we had more acquaintances in common. One of them is a very famous Reiki  Master. And the Jamaican isn’t even into Reiki! What are the odds?

Thanks to all of these synchronicities, this trip to Bali is one of the best I’ve ever had.
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What I particularly like about this story is that right from the start, when Isabella and her “sistah” exchanged travel itineraries and discovered they were leaving for Bali on the same date and flight, synchronicity was already humming in the background.

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Manifesting the Brunette

Posted on April 26, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Stories about manifesting what you desire are always fascinating. They illustrate the law of attraction in a way that anyone can understand. They sometimes have a trickster element to them, but can also be so pure and literal that you end up scratching your head and murmuring, “Wow.”

This story happened to Sansego, who included it in a comment on the blog. Before you read it, click the link, so you can read about what led to this interesting manifestation.
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 Something interesting happened to me last night. You read my post about the snobby pretty girl I tried to have a conversation with last week and she stone cold rejected me after a few “unbearable” minutes.

After that painful rejection, I decided to test my “manifestation” skills, so I asked the universe to send me a French lady who wears a scarf around her neck, has dark hair, and someone I find attractive. Last night, a lady came to a discussion group I participate in. She had dark hair and cool glasses, and was wearing a scarf around her neck. She’s not French, but she’s fluent in French and has been living in Paris and Senegal for the past few years! We had a great conversation and she’s planning to move back to Portland and be more involved with this group. Not sure if it will amount to much more than this meeting, but I had a good laugh about it afterward.

Be careful what you ask for…you may just get it, even when you’re joking!

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A Disturbing Doppelganger

Posted on April 25, 2010 by Trish and Rob

This image comes from a Stephen King book/movie. I love King’s work, but this book – It – freaked me out and I couldn’t finish it. Maybe it’s the clown weirdness. Maybe it’s something else.

At any rate, I was clicking around in blogland and ran across Dan Mitchell’s fascinating blog. This seems to be a multilayered synchro – a  doppelganger, a kid, a possible alien abduction. At any rate, I didn’t sleep well after reading this and that’s usually a good indication that synchronicity and other sorts of weirdness is prevalent. But let Dan tell it; he tells it well, powerfully.
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Back in 1982 I had a situation erupt in my childhood that was the first time I felt as though I had been lured into something either ominous or simply unexplainable. At the time it was so confusing that when I told my parents about it, they did what they usually did, laugh it off.  When I was six there were only two things on my mind really, my family and going outside to play.  I wasn’t raised in the best of neighborhoods, but for some reason, my parents felt that it was ok for a 5 or 6 year old kid to simply walk around the neighborhood and be free. Admittedly those were different times, but to this day I find it troubling.  I don’t like my kids being out of my sight, and there isn’t a chance I would simply let them “run free” as if my neighborhood were a hippie commune.

Admittedly there was some fun to it. I was able to explore on my big-wheel and get into all sorts of boyhood adventures.  There were railroad tracks a short distance from my house, often times I would simply lay down and go to sleep in the field that those tracks ran through when I got tired.  One day my oldest brother found me and had convinced me that I slept there the whole night.  The sun was setting and he told me it was morning. “Oh man, Danny, you’re in deep. Mom and Dad have been looking for you all night! The cops were looking, too!” I was terrified.  My brother walked me home and when I went into the house practically in tears, he let me in on the joke.  I never slept outside in that field again, even though it felt strangely natural for me to do that.

One day I was hanging outside on the porch with my brother Christopher, when a huge blue buick pulled up to the house with my Mom in the passenger side.  She kept waving strangely to me, almost like she was waving too forcefully. She kept repeating herself, “Hi Danny. Hi Danny. Hi Danny. This is mom, I love you.”  I waved back. My brother was also puzzled by this.  I didn’t know who the driver was, in fact his face is still something of a blur to me.  I didn’t feel right because I was certain that my Mom had just made me lunch, and I didn’t know she left the house.  I began to feel uneasy.  I felt as though a thought was being beamed into my head that my Mom was leaving forever and she wanted me to get into the car with her.  I turned around and went into the house to ask my Dad why she was leaving only to have the shock of my life. My Mom was standing in the kitchen.  “Mommy, I thought you were outside?”  She looked at me puzzled and said, “No, honey, I’ve been in here all day.”  I told her that I saw her outside and she just kind of laughed. My brother Christopher ran in and repeated what I had said.  At the time my mind made it seem as though the driver was one of my uncles, but clearly it wasn’t.  He didn’t even drive a buick at that time.

Whoever had been in the car that afternoon was not my Mom. It had, however, pulled off a rather awesome disguise in an attempt to possibly lure me into the car.  It failed for numerous reasons. Firstly, I could smell bullshit and guile even at that young age.  I don’t mean that figuratively, I mean it literally as well.  I have the odd ability to smell when things don’t seem right.  In the past, I have smelled even the scents of people and have learned who I can and cannot trust.  And though I know that sounds incredibly odd, I assure you that this ability is very real. That afternoon, I smelled something very nasty.  Secondly it failed because I sensed I was being tricked, I could immediately tell by the movements and mannerisms that this was not my mom. That is why I didn’t blindly run up to the car.

I do have serious concerns about this phenomenon.  My concerns are not so much for myself, but moreso for my own children.  I firmly believe there is an aspect to this that is very dangerous.  While I can’t be certain exactly what that is, I do know that it is foolish to believe in the new age interpretation of this issue that these are all beneficial entities giving man a push toward evolution and development.  If this were the case, individuals like Mark and others wouldn’t have their self-identity splintered into a million pieces and end up living off the grid in a state of constant fear.  I’m not saying that fear is always a bad thing, or that it doesn’t lead to growth, I’m saying that it is unwise to jump into an explanation without first closely examining every aspect of it.  Furthermore, I firmly believe that NOT all of it is dangerous, in fact I believe some of it has the potential to be beneficial depending upon its reception by the individual or society.

For me I view this overall in one way-whatever is occuring is happening because it is a part of the creative process, or as the Tao Te Ching calls it, the great going forth.  From that perspective, I see this as something of a final crystallization of events leading to something far bigger, mainly the dissolution of the present order of things. I am not hopping on the 2012 bandwagon, I am simply saying that something has been implanted into the collective consciousness of modern humanity.  I say this based upon my own personal experiences, my personal communications with things that defy rational explanation, and more importantly my own growth during my pursuit of truth.  While I am sure that not all people would agree with what I say here, and that’s ok, I just ask for people to hear me out, at least for the sake of a fresh opinion on the matter.  Nobody is obligated to believe what I write or the ideas I put forth, I simply offer them up for your consideration on the matter.
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Tulpas

Posted on April 24, 2010 by Trish and Rob

‘Tulpa’ art

 For the past several months, I’ve been writing a novel, called EXTREME DREAM, that deals with an obscure phenomenon called tulpas. In case you’ve never heard of them, and chances are you haven’t, tulpas are thought forms–beings, animal or human, that are created by advanced meditators.  The word is Sanskrit and means to build or construct. Tulpas are a part of ancient Tibetan wisdom.

The most famous tulpa story comes from the writings of Alexandra David-Neel, who wrote Magic and Mystery in Tibet, which was published in 1929. David-Neel learned about tulpas from a lama in eastern Tibet. She had doubts that the story was true, but David-Neel was an adept meditator herself, and under the tutelege of the lama she eventually was able create a thought form – an odd-looking woman. However, she had considerable difficulty dispersing the tulpa and the woman dogged her for months.

In her book, she says: “What becomes of these creations? May it not be that like children born of our flesh, these children of our mind separate their lives from ours, escape our control, and play part of their own.”

I have not read the book, only second-hand descriptions. Until very recently, I had not read that particular passage until it appeared on a link from Daily Grail. For me, it was a synchronicity to come across information on tulpas, especially when I wasn’t looking for it, and then finding that particular passage.

The reason being, in Extreme Dream, the tulpas rebel and break free and find they are capable of living independently.
-Rob

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1:26

Posted on April 23, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Yesterday’s post was on 11s, so today we’ve got a new set of numbers -126.

The  synchronicity, oddly enough, involves Diane Keaton, heavy metal, and the numbers 1-26. It comes from Jesse Ryan, who has been following our blog for a couple of months.

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“I saw the 1977 movie Looking for Mr. Goodbar, starring Diane Keaton recently –  after I read mention of it in Tom Robbins’ Wild Ducks Flying Backward.  There’s a scene where Keaton’s character, Theresa, dreams that her father is dead, and a Catholic funeral hymn plays in the background.  It’s a hymn that I guess is well-known in the Catholic community.  I instantly recognized it as the hymn that opens Deathspell Omega’s 2004 album Si Monumentum Requiris, Circumspice, which is arguably one of the greatest black metal albums of all time, and one of my absolute favorite records.

It’s not only the same song, but I’m convinced it’s the exact same track (ie from the same source).  The only difference is there are funeral bells ringing in the movie, possibly something added for the movie or taken away in the album.  I just thought this was a really cool Easter egg at first, but when I began to look into it further so I could share this with the only friend I thought would appreciate it, I realized there was a cool synchronicitous happening here. The hymn starts playing 1 hour and 26 minutes into the movie, and 1 minute 26 seconds into the album/song!”
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If you Google 1:26, you get  Genesis 1:26, which is entitled All the Wild Animals. It reads:

“Then God said, ‘Let us make man in our image, in our likeness, and let them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, over all the earth, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.'”

So we started with Wild Ducks Flying Backwards and ended with a funeral hymn linked to our stewardship, or dominance, over the creatures of the earth. There’s something telling about that synchronicity, considering the unprecedented loss of species over the past two decades that is directly related to human activity.

Imagine if the animals started rebelling?

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