Welcome to The Mystical Underground

I turned on the television one recent Sunday evening after suggesting to Trish that we take a look at the list of recordings for In Search of Aliens. That’s the new (old) H2 Channel documentary that combines archaeology, mythology, and aliens. It’s essentially an updated version of Ancient Aliens, which was an update on UFO Hunter. These alien-oriented, what-if shows apparently have widespread appeal so they keep renewing and revising them. But essentially they keep the same message that aliens were here in our past and had great influence on who we are and how we developed. Maybe they’re still here, or maybe they’re coming back. Take your choice. That’s the basic message.

The latest version, In Search of…, is a one-man show featuring Giorgio Tsoukalus. If you’ve seen any episodes of Ancient Aliens, you will immediately recognize Giorgio as the guy with the wild and crazy hair. He’s originally from Switzerland, of Greek descent, and was a student of Erich von Daniken, the original ancient alien scholar. For Giorgio, aliens are the answer to virtually every mystery, including the roots of our religion and sense of spirituality. So in Giorgio’s world, spirit contact, which is the basis of shamanism and set off the development of religions, was really contact with flesh and blood aliens. That’s the doctrine of these shows.

As it turned out, Giorgio was upstaged by Bill Maher, whose show was also on the list, a surprise since we thought we had discontinued HBO a few days earlier. When I saw Maher’s guest interview was with Elizabeth Warren, the senior senator from Massachusetts, I thought, hey, synchronicity. Someone had just given us her book and, in fact, I’d written a blog post about a related synchro earlier in the day.

Maher’s interview was friendly and Warren was outspoken as usual. Maher wanted to know why there weren’t more senators like her, and ended the interview, plugging her as a possible presidential candidate.

Maher’s panel that night, which followed the interview, captured headlines when he and Ben Affleck got into an argument over Muslim radicalism and how widespread it is. While that heated argument captivated the media, another issue caught my attention.

One of the guests was author Sam Harris, Maher’s comrade in the world of ‘new atheism.’ In that black-and-white world, it’s rational ideas based on scientific fact vs. religious superstition. But Maher, who’s astute on politics, floundered in deep waters when the subject briefly turned to the difference between being spiritual and religious. “What does it mean to be spiritual?” he asked and no one on the panel offered an answer. “I don’t know what that means.” Essentially, he concluded it was all the same silliness with ‘Atlantis and magic crystals’ replacing communion and Jesus. Kind of funny; kind of stupid.

Unfortunately, Maher and many fellow liberal talk show hosts and cable news personalities are seemingly clueless about the nature of spirituality. In other words, they avoid any talk of reality existing beyond the everyday world. They don’t dabble in life after death, past lives, ghosts, spirits or Giorgio’s aliens. Unless, of course, they’re making a joke.

Synchronicities are mere coincidences. Spooky reality is just too spooky. Better to make fun of it, when not ignoring it. People interested in such topics are, at best, misguided, maybe deluded.

Even though there’s a substantial audience interested in spirituality, the paranormal and UFOs, those topics are discussed on podcasts and alternative radio, often times late at night, and sometimes jumbled up with wacko conspiracy theories.

Maybe someday these topics will find their way into the mainstream as serious matters, rather than targets for jokes. Now that would be ‘climate change.’ After all, what’s more important than exploring the nature of reality and questions about life after death, especially when it’s done outside of the limiting beliefs of religious dogma…and, for that matter, outside of alien dogma.

Our daughter’s lease on her apartment is up on November 30 of this year. She and her friend, Erin, have been talking for some time about rooming together. Megan and Erin met nine years ago, when they were both interns at Dolphins Plus, a rescue facility for dolphins in Key Largo.

Erin is now working with dolphins at Sea World, doing pretty much what Megan did when she interned in the dolphin program at Disney’s Epcot. They are both Virgos who share a love for wildlife – dolphins in particular. They both have a laid back approach to life and appreciate each other’s strengths. When Megan had her first exhibit at a place in downtown Orlando in October of last year, Erin and her parents attended. It was at this exhibit where the first inklings surfaced about the two of them sharing a house.

In August, Megan told us that Erin’s parents were starting a house hunt for a place that would be near downtown, probably a three bedroom/two bath house with a fenced yard for the dogs both women own. They included Megan on their house hunting expeditions and a couple of weeks ago, they toured a house that both Megan and Erin loved. The place is older, but sits on an acre of lakefront property. It has a fenced yard, three bedrooms, two bathrooms.

The owners were asking $280,000. We looked the place up on Zillow and saw that for each of the two sales of the place since then, the owners have gotten $20,000 increments over what they’d paid. We figured Erin’s father should offer $240,000. Well, he’s a banker and knows how to negotiate this stuff, and offered $249,000. The owners rejected the offer. They wanted $265,000.

Megan was initially discouraged when heard the news that the deal might fall through. “But I kept visualizing myself and Erin in this house, saw us living there, saw our dogs playing in that backyard, saw every detail. I even saw the garden I was going to plant. The place is perfect for us. I could bike to my dog-walking clients and to my Paint Nite classes. This house was ours. I knew it, we were there. and I trusted that it would all happen even if I didn’t know how it would happen.”

Three days went by. Then, this evening, September 26, Megan called to tell us that the owners had accepted the offer for $255,000 and would be out of the house by Thanksgiving weekend, so she and Erin could move in a few days before Megan’s lease was up. Everything clicked into place – even the timing.

This seems to be one of those examples of manifestation where desire is so powerful and strong that for the people involved, that the event or thing they desire has already happened. They are living in that place called no time, and collapse the quantum wave of the desire into the physical particle that is the manifestation. From the Seth material  to the Abraham/Hicks books and seminars to Joe Dispenza’s books, this process is a key component in every self-help book about manifestation.

This concept was the basis for Louise Hay’s classic, You Can Heal Your Life, for Lynn Grabhorn’s book,  Excuse Me, You Life Is Waiting, and for Pam Grout’s E=MC2.

These concepts are not unknown to most of us. The trick is to really believe that what we desire has already happened. But if you’re struggling financially, if you hate your job, if your health is compromised, if your marriage is failing, if your home is about to be foreclosed, it’s nearly impossible to imagine otherwise. But whether we’re up against huge obstacles, as Dispenza was when he was told he would need radical spinal surgery to walk again, or smaller obstacles like I need to be outta my place by November 30, the process is the same.

Belief.

Complete commitment to the new reality.

Intentions and desire backed by powerful emotions.

Repetition of the vision, where you see and feel yourself in this new reality, where you feel you are already living it.

Could it really be this simple? Could we actually desire into being a more peaceful, equitable world? If 7 plus billion souls on the planet were on the same page, were desiring the same thing, what might evolve?

This video deals with the supposed discovery of a lost musical scale. The math is beyond me, but the combination of numbers and sounds is certainly a synchro of the cosmic kind. See what you think.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TfoRAdDolqA&index=2&list=UUndmv2cfHrGelXujzL8fiYQ

We’ve written about Michael Shermer before. (Click here, too.)

He’s the founding publisher of Skeptic magazine, the executive director of the Skeptics Society, and a monthly columnist for Scientific American. In his column for Scientific American on September 16, he wrote about an experience with synchronicity that seems to have drilled into his skeptic’s amour.

His fiancé’s belongings were shipped to the United States from Germany, and among them was her grandfather’s 1978 transistor radio. Her grandfather had died when she was 16 and she’d been quite close to him.

The radio had been silent for decades, and Shermer couldn’t get it working again. It continued its silence in the back of a desk drawer in the couple’s bedroom. In June of this year, Shermer and his fiancé were married. After the ceremony, his wife confided that she was feeling lonely, missing her family back in Germany and also wishing her grandfather could have been alive to give her away. The couple walked to the back of the house where they heard music playing, a love song.

They searched for the source of the music, then his wife “shot me a look I haven’t seen since the supernatural thriller ‘The Exorcist’ startled audiences. ‘That can’t be what I think it is, can it?’ she said.

It was the transistor radio in the drawer.

“My grandfather is here with us,” she said, tearfully. “I’m not alone.”

Shermer’s daughter had heard music coming from the radio just before the ceremony started, though the couple had been in the room only moments before without hearing any music. The radio continued to work through the wedding night.

“Fittingly, it stopped working the next day and has remained silent ever since,” Shermer wrote.

This experience led Shermer to conclude, in his column, “We should not shut the doors of perception when they may be opened to us to marvel in the mysterious.”

I first read about this story on Daz’s blog.  Then, several days later, Bernard Beitman, a visiting professor of psychiatry at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville, sent me a link to the same story.

Beitman, who has written a scientific paper on synchronicity and has a book on the topic that will be published soon, noted at the end of his email: “He may be converting to a new reality.”

It all fits rather nicely, actually. Some of the most powerful synchronicities occur during the peak moments in our lives – birth, deaths – and, in Shermer’s example, marriage.

Today, we got together with our friends Bruce and Lynn Gernon and Kathy Doore and met in Palm Beach, at the Flagler Museum, built in 1902. It is still known as Whitehall and was Flagler’s winter home. We were there to do a little ghost hunting.

A little background. Henry Flagler was a founding partner of Standard Oil and the earliest and undoubtedly the most important developer of Florida. He developed two million acres of land and his East Coast Railway connected the entire east coast of the state, from Jacksonville to Key West. He built Whitehall, which has more than 75 rooms, as a wedding present for this third wife, Mary Lily Keenan. She was 24 when she married Flagler, then 60.

The inside of the mansion: ceiling in the lobby, painting surrounded by ornate, gold-plated art.

Back in the late 1970s, Bruce and Lynn were visiting the museum when she had an encounter with a man she believes was Flagler’s ghost. She and Bruce were on the second floor and Lynn had gotten lost, which is easy to do in this place. She was looking for the restroom and ended up in one of the strange little hallways that lead to a room. And in this hallway she encountered a man dressed in overalls. She asked him where the restroom was and he gestured off to his right. “Down there.”

“I knew something strange was going on,” Lynn said. “I felt really disoriented, disconnected. I followed his directions toward the restroom and when I glanced back, he was gone.”

Bruce says that when he finally found Lynn, she was pale, scared, and it took awhile for her to tell him what she’d experienced.

Some years later, when Lynn and Bruce were living in the keys, Bruce awakened suddenly one night and saw a man standing at the foot of his bed. “I was totally freaked out,” he said. “I thought a robber had broken into the house.” But the man telepathically told Bruce not to be afraid. And it was then that Bruce recognized him as Henry Flagler.

And Bruce, remembering Lynn’s encounter that day t the museum, demanded, “What’s your interest in my wife?”

“She looks like one of my wives,” Flagler replied.

Mary Lily’s portrait. She, like Lynn, was a blond. This hair, though, looks like a wig.

And when Lynn was 25, she did look a lot like Mary Lily and didn’t wear a wig!

Over the years, there have been sightings of Flagler in Whitehall. According to one article, he has been sighted on the stairs where, at the age of 84, he fell and died. But the security guard I spoke to said that Flagler didn’t die in Whitehall. The fall broke his hip and he was taken to a cottage near the Breakers Hotel to recuperate – and died there. The cottage no longer exists. He also said there were no ghosts in the museum. “For there to be a ghost, someone has to have died here. And no one has died here.”

To give you some idea of the opulence of this place:

the ballroom:

A photo of what ballroom looked like when it held actual people from the era:

the music room: the organ is set into the wall

Other people have sighted Mary Lily peering from a second floor bedroom window. Several women have claimed to seen her dressed in her distinctive period clothing while using the lady’s restroom.

So over lunch, before we went to the museum, I showed Lynn and Kathy the Ghost Radar app on my iPhone, which allegedly registers energy fluctuations in your immediate environment.

From the FAQ that comes with the app: “It has been suggested that paranormal energies manifest themselves through the Quantum Flux or are an aspect Jung’s collective unconscious. Regardless of the medium through which the energies manipulate electric devices the resulting manipulated readings seem to indicate intelligence on occasion… It’s believed that paranormal energies have the ability to influence electrical equipment. This idea comes from the concept that matter, life, soul, and life are fundamentally an electrical phenomena. The app provides a set of parameters for paranormal energies to manipulate which are then processed as graphical, textual, and audible readouts.”

The app registered energy fluctuations frequently, but in some areas the fluctuations were abundant. They appear on the app radar screen as red, blue, green or yellow blips, with red the strongest. On the second floor where Lynn had her encounter nearly 30 years ago, I got several red blips in a tiny hall between two small rooms that had been servants’ quarters.

Three words from the app’s library popped up quickly: guess, also, edge. In using the app, I’ve found that the words often describe what I’m thinking or the conditions in the immediate environment – i.e., a synchronicity. These 3 words intrigued me. I was thinking, We’re guessing at all this. After all, nearly 30 years had passed and just because Lynn had had an encounter in this area didn’t mean anything now. But suppose this app was cutting edge?

The place where my app and Lynn’s went nuts was in the master bedroom, the walk-in closet, and the master bathroom. Lots of red and intense blue blips and the words: wonderful and successful.

bedroom

bathroom

walk-in closet

No one had an encounter, but we certainly had fun with the app and now and then, I could feel the powerful presence of the past that suffused the air in the mansion. While I was writing this post, I turned on the app to check on the words that had come up in the master bedroom area and three words came up: cell, correctly, evidence. Was my cell app correctly interpreting the evidence?

It would be interesting to test this app with a psychic who can perceive spirits. Would the psychic’s impressions fit those of the app?

+++

A ghost has also been sighted in Flagler’s private railroad car, also on display in the museum. We went through it, but will leave that one for another day!

Not all synchros are huge, sweeping and powerful. Some are small and seemingly silly and happen almost daily. I used to dismiss these small synchros as oddities, but I’m beginning to think they may be significant in ways we don’t see at first. Here’s what I mean.

A few days ago, Rob came out into the kitchen holding a lint roller. “Hey, the next time you hit Walgreen’s, could you get some replacement adhesives for this thing? “ He set it down on the table and I thought of the various ways we use this simple device. It’s great for getting Noah’s fur off the seats in the car, for removing cat fur from the couch, the blanket, the chairs.

So today I was headed to Walgreen’s and dropped the lint roller in my purse so I’d be sure to get the right size. But when I finally found the aisle at the drug store where the lint rollers were, I couldn’t find any replacement coverings, just lint rollers. I asked a clerk if they carried the replacement coverings, and he said he would ask the manager and be right back.

Within a few minutes, the man returned to the aisle with the female manager. She checked the stock and shook her head. “I’m sorry, but we’re no longer carrying the replacements.”

Okay, fine. I bought a new lint roller for three bucks and change. When I got home, with the new lint roller, Rob and I got a chuckle over the fact that the replacements probably cost less than a buck, so why carry them if a NEW lint roller brought in three times the money?

Before going back to work, I logged on to a game I play on my iPad. A hunt and banish game. The collection item that came up was one I’d never seen before: a lint roller. My first thought was: what a silly synchro. Rob and I got a good laugh about it, about how silly synchros like this happen almost daily and that it might be cool to gather several of them for a post.

Then this evening I was writing a scene in my novel where the protagonist, a young woman who is an animal communicator, is at the site of a particularly brutal murder. I knew something was missing and thought about the lint roller. I Googled, What is a lint roller? Google delivered a response:

A lint roller or lint remover is a roll of one-sided adhesive paper on a cardboard or plastic barrel that is mounted on a central spindle, with an attached handle. The device facilitates the removal of lint or other small fibers from most materials such as clothing, upholstery and linen.

The moment I saw the words “other small fibers,” I understood the synchro. Using a lint roller, the protagonist is able to find hairs that forensics analyzes and which ultimately lead to who the killer is.

Not so small, after all! This one seems to fall under secret #4, The Creative,  from our book  7 Secrets of Synchronicity.

I love these Henri videos. He reminds me of a tuxedo cat we had named Whiskers.

Remember that movie, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, based on the novel by Jack Finney?  One of the most striking aspects of the horror story is that aliens were gestating in strange pods that people kept finding in their basements, garages, backyards,  attics, etc. There was a somewhat similar scenario in Cocoon. This time the alien pods were in the bottom of a swimming pool at a retirement home. A fun movie.

Well, now we have strange spherical pods washing ashore on a beach in northern Sydney, Australia. The green pods attracted hundreds of visitor in late September, according to reports.

“I didn’t want to touch one because you never know what can sting you on the beach, but I did poke it with my toes and it’s squishy, like a sponge,” said beach patrol member RaeMaree Hutton. “They look like alien eggs or something.”

Regular beach goers say they’ve never seen anything like it wash ashore. According to an article in the Daily Mail, the barefoot observers describe the balls as ‘alien eggs,’ ‘alien hairballs,’ Japanese moss balls and UFOs, in this case…Unidentified Floating Objects.

Some beachgoers suggested that the objects had been growing and, yikes, multiplying. “About three days ago, there were a few egg-shaped balls but then today, they were much bigger and everywhere on the beach,” said local resident Jenny Zhang.

There has been much debate among experts with regard to what the objects actually are with the consensus at the moment being that they could be balled up clusters of seaweed or algae.Scientists have suggested that the spheres are a rare type of living algae, brought ashore by warmer than usual weather and rough waters. They think that the algae might form balls to protect itself from hungry fish. 

The person with the long Facebook name who posted this pic did so because she thought the guy in the foreground looked a lot like her friend Bill Gallart. I did too. Bill is my disc golf partner on Saturdays. I also thought for a moment that I was in the photo – the bald guy on the right. Then I realized that it wasn’t either one of us. But two doppels in the same pic?

What’s also surprising is that the photo was taken at JoJo’s, a bar-restaurant here in Wellington, where Bill and I go sometimes, usually separately. But we did meet there once for drinks with several others. So a double doppelganger…and a synchro! After all, that picture could’ve been taken anywhere.

Not only do those guys look fairly close in facial features to us, but they also have similar builds. Bill is tall with a long upper body, and his doppel looks the same. The bald guy not only has a similar build to mine, but his clothes look like what I typically wear. I have several khaki shorts and often wear a pale blue t-shirt. (In fact, I’ve got it on now with the shorts as I write!) Fortunately, the guy is in the background, because I’m guessing he’s probably 30 years younger than me.

So who are those guys and what are they doing, anyhow? We don’t know.

But don’t take my word on the look-a-like matter. Judge for yourself. Here’s Bill and me…

This powerful three-minute film about climate change was shown at the U.N. Climate Summit on September 23, 2014.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vaajVtgRuI