‘Positive’ omen for GOP

Posted on November 2, 2010 by Trish and Rob

In Burma, a white elephant was captured, a rare event that the government-controlled media touted as a positive omen for their fall election, the first balloting in ten years since the military take-over.Peace and prosperity will reign, the Burmese media spouted.

We’re not sure what the staid U.S. Republican party thinks of animal omens, but they might like this one, the elephant being the party’s symbol. It’s also interesting that it was a white elephant, since the party is dominated by white men.

According to Wikipedia, a white elephant is an idiom for a valuable possession of which its owner cannot dispose and whose cost (particularly cost of upkeep) is out of proportion to its usefulness or worth. That sounds like the GOP’s problem with the Tea Party. Drink your tea, Repugs!

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Did a Town in China Disappear?

Posted on November 1, 2010 by Trish and Rob

On October 13, the same date as the daytime sightings in Manhattan, a UFO was supposedly reported over the  Qinling Mountains in China. Then a short video surfaced. Then a denial by the China government. The government said it was a rumor that got started by a blogger, a hoax. One site noted there’s a nuclear facility in the area and speculated that perhaps the facility had melted down. No telling what actually happened. But here’s a video and some links aft the video. Note that on the video, a date is wrong – June 10, but this happened Oct 13.Not sure what to make of this, except that it’s a good case for Scully and Muldur!

The other links are here and here.

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The Illuminati Lives!

Posted on November 1, 2010 by Trish and Rob
HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE COME HERE DAILY TO GET THIS IMAGE. TELL US WHY?

The Illuminati are supposedly the real power behind world events, a kind of shadow world government. Novelist Taylor Caldwell wrote about them in her masterpiece, The Captains and the Kings. Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea wrote about then in 1975, in The Illuminatus Trilogy in 1975.  They seem to morph with the times.

Right now in the second decade of the 21st century, the Illuminati appear to be a handful of about 1000 zillionaires worldwide who come from major corporations – Prudential, Dow Chemical, Goldman Sachs, Chevron…you get the idea. These 1000 individuals are funding many of the negative attack ads for the upcoming election and funneling their contributions through the U.S. Chamber of Commerce.
Frankly, I never realized there was a huge bureaucracy called the U.S. Chamber of Commerce. This entity doesn’t represent small mom and pop businesses. That’s the work of the local chapters. Rather, it’s a machine that’s taking huge sums of money from foreign governments and doesn’t have to report the source of this money for campaign ads because of the Supreme Court’s decision in January to alter campaign spending laws. The U.S. Chamber advocates outsourcing jobs to China and elsewhere to increase profits for large corporations, fewer federal regulations governing Wall Street, no “government mandated health care” and fewer federal regulations on energy.
Wall Street. Alan Greenspan, a student of Ayn Rand, contended that the market would “regulate itself,” as though the market had some sort of moral compass. Well, we saw how well that worked when Bush, during the final weeks of his presidency, announced that the financial sky was falling, our entire financial system was near meltdown, and we had to bail out Wall Street. Now Goldman Sachs and AIG, which benefited from the bailout, are a couple of the biggest donors to the U.S. Chamber of Commerce, but still owe the American taxpayers untold billions.
Health care. No surprise that some of the largest donations to the U.S. Chamber of Commerce comes from insurance companies. You would think they’d be tickled pink about mandatory health care. Millions of new clients. But oh horrors, they have to insure people with pre-existing conditions and children can now stay on their parents’ plans until they’re 26. And, oh yes, they don’t like that the reform closed that pesky loophole in Medicare about buying prescription drugs.
Energy regulation. Well, look no farther than the oil debacle in the Gulf of Mexico.
In other words, the agenda here is to continue moving toward a plutocracy based on greed and fear. (Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus…and the Government is from Pluto.) It’s the old paradigm. It’s putting up a hell of a fight.
The rich seek to get richer, and they have since Bush implemented his tax cut for the wealthiest two or three percent of Americans. The Democrats want to end these tax cuts for the wealthy. (The Dems have their hands in this corporate greed scheme as well, but not nearly to the extent of The Repugs.) According to Forbes Magazine, the combined net worth of the 400 richest Americans climbed 8% this year, to $1.37 trillion. Wealth rose for 217 members of the list, while 85 saw a decline.
Charles and David Koch, the energy magnates who are convening a conference in January 2011, are pouring huge sums of money into Republican coffers and sponsoring tea partiers all over America. Each of them grew richer this year by $5.54 BILLION. They’re worth $21.5 BILLION respectively. On the wealthiest of the wealthy list, 109 of the richest 400 are in finance or investments. 25 top hedge-fund managers got an average of $1 billion each, but paid an average of 17 percent in taxes.
It sure sounds like class warfare, doesn’t it?
The Dems want to keep their Wall Street reforms in place, the Repugs seek to repeal them. The Dems hope to see the full health care reform bill implemented in 2014, the Repugs intend to repeal it. The Repugs want to see social security privatized. Hey, isn’t that a great idea? The stock market would love it and when it tanked, so would your meager hedge against old age.  
This brings us right to the Tea Party, a bunch of zealots who seem to have hijacked the Republican Party. Their mouthpieces – like Christine O’Donnell – are so incredibly dumb it’s an embarrassment In a recent debate, O’Donnell showed just how dumb she is. She seemed surprised that the first amendment to the Constitution is about the separation between church and state. It says: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances. September 17, 1787.
And she’s just the visible tip. The whole pathetic story of American politics in the last decade is a bit like Philip K Dick’s Blade Runner  meets Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale. It’s the dying gasp of a belief system that has run its course – and knows it. And like any dying thing, it’s fighting hard to remain viable even though it’s on life support. Makes me wonder if this paradigm is having an out-of-body experience that the rest of us are witnessing.
I cried with joy the night Obama was elected. Rob and I set off firecrackers in the back yard. I thought Bush politics and the old paradigm were done, gone, history. Oops. It goes back to that dying thing struggling for breath, that last gulp of oxygen. It fights hard. It’s nasty.
Don’t let these jerks turns us into a corporate or religious entity, a bygone republic that historian fifty years from now will puzzle over, asking themselves, How the hell did this happen? How did the greatest democracy on the planet become a joke? If you didn’t get to vote during early voting, by all means get and and do so on November 2. If these guys win, we’d better be looking for another planet that will accommodate the rest of us. Or maybe we can just shift to another dimension where none of this took place and the world looks more like the lyrics of John Lennon’s Imagine.


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Haunted House, Haunted Visions

Posted on October 31, 2010 by Trish and Rob


       
   Here’s is fascinating ghost story for Halloween, fascinating because of its colorful location, the history of the house, and the identity of the prominent ghost. Wait until you find out who haunts this house! The story comes from Jane Clifford of Wales, and from the heady history of that land.

 
Located on Skirrid Mountain near the market town of Abergavenny, is a medieval manor with original interior walls, including a huge fireplace. The kitchen was originally a barn and still has original cobbled floor and a urine trough down one side. Carved upon the original beam above the dining room door are a fox, deer, hare, bird  and a six- petal design associated with witches. The house was known as a stopping off place for drovers, when they drove animals from Wales to London across the mountains to avoid paying tolls on the roads.Medieval drovers were known as masters of mystery and magic.
“I have kept this story to myself for a while, because I was quite shocked and needed to process it. I am nervous of the strong opinions it could provoke,” Jane wrote us.
The house had remained vacant since the 1950s until it was purchased by a friend of Jane’s, a headstrong, independent woman who ignored Jane’s plea to avoid that house. Jane had picked up psychically that the house was infested with potent occult energy.
Jane clearly remembers her first visit. “Upon arriving with my son, I got out of the car by a barn and immediately felt a tragedy of some kind. “I didn’t tell my friend. After all, she had to live there alone. “

Maude would later tell her that she had seen ghosts near the barn. “Inside the house, I picked up the medieval past. I sensed tremendous occult magical power there, it seems like some sort of portal,  as if the veils between the worlds and time was extra thin. Being a sensitive, there was a terrific amount of information that came in all at once. I felt psychically shocked for over a week after one night there and so did my twenty-two year old son, who is well-grounded and doesn’t scare easily. It took me enormous courage to return there.”
 
A year ago, she returned to see Maude, and while looking out of a window at the magnificent view of the mountain, she felt a male spirit nearby.  “It felt as if I was seeing the view through his eyes or as if he was seeing it again through mine.”
         
She heard his voice in her head saying, “It wasn’t so bad being held here compared to what came later. This wonderful view reminded me of my homeland.”
   
Jane recalled a visit to the Bavarian mountains and knew it was a key to the man’s identity. “I gathered his homeland was Bavaria and that he had been a German prisoner of war,  an important one.” A mini-movie played in Jane’s mind showing wartime cars pulling up in the dark outside the house and military men getting out in great coats and other men in trilby hats and overcoats. She felt a great sense of secrecy involving top brass players. Churchill came to mind. She sensed that decisions were made in the house that affected the history of the country.
 
“At that point, I think my own fear made me come back to the present.” The next day she asked Maude if she knew anything of the history of the house. She only knew that the military had used it until the 1950s, and it had been vacant after that until she’d bought it.

During the summer of 2010, Jane went to a party near her home, two hours from the haunted house, where she met two couples who lived one same side of Skerrid Mountain as the house in question. When Jane mentioned Maude’s house, one of the women said she knew it well and added that Rudolf Hess was held there by British forces, and he was often seen by locals walking about the property.

”You can imagine my shock that I had been communicating with the ghost of the third most powerful Nazi in Germany!”

 In fact, Hesse had defected in the war, had dropped by parachute into Scotland and had tried to broker an end to the war. From 1942-45, he was held as a prisoner in Wales, part of the time in the Abergavenny Military Hospital, located near Maude’s house. The house isn’t mentioned in the history of Hesse in Wales, but secret service files won’t be released until 2017. Meanwhile, Jane is convinced that he stayed there, that top level secret meetings were held in the house, and information was given to the British that affected the outcome of the war.  “I am certain of this from the information I received.” 

Churchill didn’t want Hesse tried for war crimes, believing he had exonerated himself by defecting and proving valuable information. However, Stalin insisted Hesse stand trial. He was found guilty and imprisoned at Spandau, Berlin where he died at the age of 93.

“It’s hard to describe what occurs to me in that house,” Jane said. “It’s as if there were a tear in the fabric of space and time. I have stayed in many castles in Wales, but none has affected me this way.”

A friend of Jane’s, a man who has lived on his own in isolated locations, recently spent a night in the house and wanted to flee at 5 a.m., the same time the Jane had a similar urge while staying at the house. Another guest staying there heard a piano playing in the night, even though she and the owner had gone to bed. 

Definitely sounds like a haunted abode.
Happy Halloween!


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Raiding the Graveyard

Posted on October 30, 2010 by Trish and Rob
This photo is one of the styrofoam gravestones in our neighbors’ yard, part of their elaborate Halloween display that includes huge black spiders, witches on broomsticks, ghosts and goblins. When they were putting it up, they wondered if our dog, Noah, might raid it and carry stuff away. We said we didn’t think so. If anything, he would probably run when he saw the witches.
So I was sitting at my desk one afternoon, working on the spirit contact book, when I hear this tapping at my window. It doesn’t have a screen. During the warm months when the air conditioning is on, the cats like to come and go through the window, which I crack open for them. The window overlooks this beautiful garden Rob has created. So I glance over and there’s Noah, holding something in his mouth. I open the window and he’s holding the upper part of the gravestone in his mouth. It reads: RIP.
Dark trickster, for sure! And just in time for Halloween!
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Peru’s Inexplicable Stone Forest

Posted on October 29, 2010 by Trish and Rob
In the Peruvian Andes, at 12,800 feet above sea level, lies one of the great mysteries – and it’s not Machu Pichu! It’s called Markawasi. It sits on an ancient plateau that is three miles long and less than a mile wide. The landscape, rocky and barren and mostly shades of brown, is punctuated with massive, enigmatic carved statues, like the one in the photo. That figure is known as Peca Gasha, which in Quechua means witch, sentinel or guardian. Peca Gasha is 80 feet tall.
Other statues are those of animals – camels, tortoises, winged sphinxes, elephants, sea lions, a fallen horse, animals that aren’t indigenous to the area.  Then there’s The Prophet, the Druid, the Alchemist, Nefertiti, a Chinese ideogram, the profile of an Inca, the face of Mars, the Face of Humanity. In all, there are hundreds of such statues. They are found in clusters and due to the progression of the sun through the day, look different at different times of the day. Here’s the amphitheater where you camp.
  There is some controversy about how these huge statues were created. One theory: wind and erosion. Another theory, put forward by Daniel Ruzo, the man who discovered the area in 1952, is that these megaliths, like those in the Sacred Valley of the Kings in Egypt, Stonehenge, Tepotzlan in Mexico and other sacred spots,, were created by a race that lived around the time of the great flood and Noah.
Ruzo, using astrological cycles, determined that human life has consisted of five humanities, each one lasting 8,608 years, with four sun cycles of 2,125 years each.  At the end of each major cycle, humanity suffered a catastrophe. “Following the zodiac, humanities have survived catastrophes of earth, fire, and water,” wrote Lisa Rome in Markawasi: Peru’s Inexplicable Stone Forest.”According to Ruzo, who died in 1993, the next catastrophe will be by air and will occur between 2127 and 2137.”
There are at least 22 energy vortexes on the plateau, called cruces – crosses – and all are healing vortexes. Here’s a picture of one of them. These crosses are divided into three distinct types of energy. The first type, the most powerful, can be experienced at three of the crosses. In the second type, there are 7 crosses  that are tied to the days of the weeks. In the third type, tied to the phases of the moon, there are 12. Each one has a particular healing power.
Carlos Seclan, a Peruvian who studied under Ruzo, had been researching Markawasi for fifteen years when he was in a car accident that left him paralyzed for nearly a year. The doctors basically wrote him off and told him he would never walk again. But he was convinced that there was a certain energy at a certain vortex that could heal him. He convinced his friends to carry him up the mountain – no small task, since it’s a walk of nearly three miles upward 2,800 feet. They carried him to the vortex he indicated and left him there for a week.
On the seventh day, a stranger, an ordinary Peruvian man, appeared. They talked about Carlos’ injuries. The man gave him some exercises to do and Carlos felt heat rising up through his body, experienced a buzzing in his ears, then a tingling throughout this limbs. As the heat and buzzing reached the top of his head, “he was aware of a light entering the top of his crown.” And then he fell asleep. When he woke awhile later, the man was gone. Carlos was able to sit up and then stand and made his way down the mountain. Today, he’s the most important living scholar about the vortexes.
Not too surprising, Markawasi is known for its UFO activity. If you Google the name and UFO, you’ll find some firsthand accounts. In fact, a travel agency in Lima leads a Markawasi Mystical Tour – 4 days, 3 nights – that takes you to the UFO areas. Apparently the villagers in the nearest town, San Pedro de Casta – consider UFO sightings business as usual.
This fascinating place is detailed in a book by Kathy Doore, Markawasi: Peru’s Inexplicable Stone Forest. Our friend Bruce Gernan, with whom Rob co-authored The Fog, met her, dropped the book by the house yesterday, and we’re all going to have lunch next week. We knew that she and Bruce were going to be on the second season premier of Ancient Astronauts, so we set up the TiVo. Shortly after 10 PM, we tuned in – and realized it was the wrong episode. Rob flicked back through the recordings, found the right one, and we came in right at the instant when Kathy Doore began talking about Markawasi. Synchronicity.I have a feeling this place may be our next trip.
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Update on Time Traveler

Posted on October 28, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Here’s a better look at the photo we posted the other day. A commenter named Michael also sent a link to a site that discusses the photo skeptically. Worth reading. It might be easier to enlarge this photo for a closer look. On this site, the photo appears again. Here, it’s subjected to an image forensics technique that proves the photo hasn’t been tampered – no Photoshop.

Intriguing stuff.

Now take a look at this charlie Chaplin footage. Two people alerted us to this – Daz and Gypsy. It’s very strange. But it certainly looks as if a woman (she’s in black and reminds me of the wicked witch in Oz) is holding a cell phone to her ear – in the 1920s.

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The Abduction

Posted on October 27, 2010 by Trish and Rob

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CJ posted this as a comment and we were afraid it would get buried, so we deleted it as a comment and are posting it. The story is harrowing. As she says, “My Synchro blog friends, I’m going out on a long limb here since we’re on the subject of inexplicable experiences. It may be too long and may not be clear, but I’ll try.”

On November 9, 1981, Connie, her husband, and three sons moved from Georgia to Florida. The night was clear, cold, and she was wide awake because she was excited about the move. She and her youngest son were in the family Olds, following the enormous van in front of them, where her husband and the two older boys were.  They were on I-75 near Macon when the van suddenly wasn’t there.
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There was very little traffic. I knew the van hadn’t left the expressway, and knew I’d made no turns. I quickly realized that my son and I were driving on some kind of grid of roads, unrecognizable to me. I was then very groggy but kept driving. Then my son and I were suddenly outside the car, on a tarmac, with several military helicopters flying over us and several round, lighted craft hovering nearby in the sky.
Hangars were visible a few hundred yards away. There were several U.S. military personnel in fatigues and one of them held my son and I at gunpoint. Three or four grays were nearby. Both my son and I were crying hysterically. The officer who held us at gunpoint threatened us, said if we didn’t do something, we would never see our family again. I continued to weep, on my knees, and my son was screaming.
Just as suddenly,  my son and I were back in our vehicle. I was very groggy; he was too. We seemed to be driving in circles. I finally spotted a convenience store, pulled in, went inside. I told the clerk we were on our way to FL down I-75 and were lost. Could she give us directions back to the expressway?
She said, “Ma’am, you’ll need to go back out the guard gate you came through.”
“We didn’t come through any guard gate,” I told her.
“You’re on Warner Robins Air Force Base,” she said. “You had to come through the guard gate.”
Too exhausted to argue, I followed her directions, went out through a manned guard gate, and to the
expressway. My husband and two other sons were panicked by this time. They didn’t know what had happened to us. No cell phones then, When we reached our new Florida home, hours behind them, I was so disoriented and out of it, I found a blanket and curled up on the porch and fell asleep. My son did the same things. I still don’t know why or how we got onto the AFB, or exactly what I wasn’t supposed to do as threatened by the military officer.
This was as real as it gets. No dream, No fantasy. Real AFB. Real military. Real weapons. Real UFOs.  Real grays. Real threats. No, I haven’t gotten the answer, and probably never will. But it happened. This is the first time in all these years I’ve gone public with this, and feel this is the appropriate time to do that.
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Don’t Tread on Me

Posted on October 27, 2010 by Trish and Rob

 Elections are mass events and mass events often have synchros associated with them. The 2010 mid-term election  is shaping up to be particularly nasty.

Take a look at this video clip. It’s from a Rand Paul debate in Kentucky. The young woman whose head is stomped on by a Paul supporter is  a moveon.org member. Many of the Rand Paul supporters wears buttons that read: Don’t Tread On Me. It looks as if the stomper or the guy who wrestled the woman to the ground is wearing such a button. And he certainly treaded on her.

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Haunted Heart

Posted on October 26, 2010 by Trish and Rob
The first Stephen King book I read was The Shining. It was a gift from one of my seventh grade Spanish students. He dropped by my apartment one afternoon and just handed me the book. “Ms. Trish, you gotta read this.”
None of my students could remember, much less pronounce, my maiden name – Janeshutz – so to them I was Ms. Trish. This kid’s name was Brian. He was a huge troublemaker in my Spanish class, one of those teacher nightmares you hear about. But on Fridays, when we did our paranormal experiments (it was a private school, you could get away with stuff like this)  he was a model student, intuitive, maybe downright psychic. So I figured if it was that Brian who was offering me this book, I’d better read it.
I devoured The Shining that weekend. I barely ate, barely slept, and when I did sleep, I was in the Overlook Hotel. After that, I read Carrie and Salem’s Lot. This guy King was writing about the stuff I wanted to write about, but he was doing it with a master storyteller’s gift – pacing, characters so deep and perplexing, some of them so evil, that I couldn’t turn the pages quickly enough. Since then – and that was a long time ago, King and I are the same age – I’ve bought just about everything he has written. I studied his novels, broke them down into scenes, absorbed them.
In one of my astrology books, I dissect King’s birth chart, that creative drive that kept him writing even after he had made zillions. He’s a Virgo with that sun in the third house of communication. This guy MUST write. His moon is in Sagittarius, in the fifth house of creativity. He writes from the deepest part of his psyche, he can’t help himself. Before he writes the first word, he has the big picture – maybe not consciously, but the ending is there, somewhere in his head.  His rising is Cancer, so his family and roots are vital to his stability, to his foundations as a writer. Saturn and Pluto in his first house – of self, early childhood – points to deprivation, an absent father figure. There’s a lot more in his chart, but this isn’t an astro post. It’s about King and a book called Haunted Heart, The Life and Times of Stephen King.
I picked it up the night of Jeff Lindsay’s signing for his new Dexter book. It was just sitting there on a shelf, screaming at me. It’s an unauthorized biography, and that word unauthorized, is an attempt to demean it. Once I started reading it, I wanted to savor it, make it last. The author, Lisa Rogan, sees King through the lens of his absent father, his numerous and profound fears, his addictions, his marriage, his muse. I think it’s exactly the book I needed to read because of what’s going on with my own writing at the moment.  The insights into the publishing business are as true now as they were then and not much has changed. I needed to know that.
I scanned the index and found a wonderful section about the ghost that inhabited the first house King and his wife bought after the paperback rights for Carrie sold for $400,000, after DePalma bought the movie rights. Sometimes at night when King was writing and the family was asleep, he could feel the ghost nearby.   His wife sometimes smelled tobacco smoke as she walked through the house. Figures there would be a ghost. King is a guy who lives with one foot plated here – and another planted there.
Reviewers were not kind to this book. Publishers Weekly, the trade magazine, said no new ground was covered, ho-hum. Some readers disliked the fact that Rogan never interviewed King, only spoke to his assistant. But for me, outsiders often have insights that the authorized biographers miss. Much of this book rings true, especially the parts about writing, the publishing industry, and King’s compulsion to write. Stephen King has managed to change our collective take on all things paranormal. He reached that tipping point long ago.
As he gets older, as I age along with him, it’s fascinating to see where he goes with his stories, where his muse leads him. Even when his latest books are uneven, he’s still an unmatched master of his craft. This biography captures that.

But as it is with all individuals who impact our lives in some way, what can any of us really know about the landscape of that person’s heart? No biography can capture that.

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