Dreams and Shamans in the Florida Everglades

Posted on November 23, 2010 by Trish and Rob

A writer friend visited us earlier this month and one day I told her about D Page at mythic musings. Later that same day, I received an email from D Page detailing a dream she’d had. This dream led into a synchronicity that involved our guest. Here’s the dream.
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This past week I had 4 dreams relating to shamans. Though I have had an occasional  dream regarding shamans during my life, I’ve never had four in a row.  Nor have I ever been to the Florida Everglades. This is the first dream of the sequence:

Two shamans, an older man  and woman, came to take me on a journey.Suddenly,we are on a  swiftly moving boat. The boat has no sides. It is night, and the water is very dark. I can not see anything beyond the boat and the water moving past it.  Somehow I know I am in the Florida Everglades. 

We arrive at an isolated location. We are in an older, large home made from wood. The room we are in is decorated with bamboo, and red and gold fabrics. The other rooms in the house have begun to collapse. Somehow I know this has to do with worldly conditions. There is a woman named Nancy living there. She has acquired a lot of knowledge through education. She has a large folder representing the curriculum she has studied. In a flash, I see that this type of knowledge will now longer apply to circumstances that we are about to encounter. There is another older woman there, who is also a shaman. Nancy asks her when she has to leave to do shamanic work somewhere elsewhere. The woman replies, “Now.”

Nancy then asks,”Who will be shamanizing here [in the Everglades]?  I am very shocked when my left arm rises up on its own accord. I then know I am going to be shamanizing” [taking over for the woman who is leaving]. I woke up at this point.
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When I told our guest about this dream, she was impressed by the depth and detail and that it seemed to address something extremely important. I told Debra what our guest had said and who our guest is – Nancy Pickard. Debra immediately wrote back: “Synchronicity! The woman in the dream was named Nancy! In the dream, she needed to expand her perceptions to integrate unknown variables. To go beyond the limits of education. Just to be open to the unknown without preconceived ideas.”

When I related this to Nancy Pickard, she was astonished. Only the day before, she and I had driven through  the Everglades on our way back from Sarasota. That night, she’d been re-reading Seth Speaks by Jane Roberts and had encountered a passage that was nearly verbatim what Debra said in the email.”Tell her I’d be glad to work with her as a shaman!”

This is the sort of weird synchro that seems to be addressing something important. We’ll have to see how it all unfolds.

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Doolittle

Posted on November 22, 2010 by Trish and Rob
With this new book, we’ve divided the chapters according to our interests and expertise, and then trade chapters and edit and add to each other’s stuff. We haven’t reached the trade chapters segment of this process yet. Right now, I, Trish, am working on the Animals Attuned chapter, which is about how animals often act as vehicles for spirit contact. In some ways, writing this chapter is an excavation, where I uncover experiences that happened long ago, but which remain so vivid in my memory it’s as if they happened yesterday. And this memory is about a one-eyed Himalayan cat I adopted from the animal control center in Tallahassee, Florida, when I was in graduate school.
I named him Demian, after the Herman Hesse book. He moved all over Florida with me. He endured my prepublication rants, rejoiced the day my first short story was purchased, celebrated with Rob and me when my first novel was bought in 1983. He was my feline buddy, he always had my back. Even on our road trips, he perched on the top of my seat in the car, his body spread out so that at least one of his paws rested against my shoulder.
When Rob and I got married, he and Demian were the only males in our household. Demian would sit in Rob’s lap as he wrote, would sleep on Rob’s side of the bed at night, would settle in his lap whenever he could. Rob nicknamed his Doolittle. He loved having another male in the house.
Around the time Doolittle hit fourteen, he developed kidney problems. The vet said we could opt for dialysis until a kidney became available, and that the transplant would have to take place in Atlanta, at a facility that did them. We brought Doolittle home, babied him for a few days, discussed our options. In the end, we didn’t want to subject him to all these medical procures and returned to the vet’s for the final injection.
Anyone who has owned a pet they have had to put down knows what this is like. There’s a moment when your beloved pet looks at you, stretches a paw to touch your arm, licks the back of your hand, locks eyes with you, and you know that he knows. You feel his consciousness touching yours and you’re choked up and want to scream, Stop the IV, stop this, stop this. But you don’t say a word. The animal makes some small, final sound. Sometimes you see the soul as it leaves the body, a pale wisp like smoke. Sometimes you just feel the soul’s departure. That’s how it was with Doolittle.
We buried him on the condo property somewhere, in a little shoebox. And here’s where it gets strange and wonderful. About four months after his death, I dreamed that I went downstairs into the kitchen to find something to eat, and Doolittle was at his bowl, chowing down. “Doolittle,” I exclaimed in the dream. “What’re you doing here? You’re dead.”
He raised his head and regarded me with that single clear blue eye. “Not really. And I’m coming back. You’ll know me.”

He was telling me that he was moving on, returning, preparing himself for whatever would come next in his scheme of things.
The next day, I scoured the newspaper for a kitten for sale. I took the dream Demian at his word, figured the rebirth had happened immediately, and came home with a beautiful tabby female kitten who was with us for a decade. But she was not Demian.  He had lost his left eye before I adopted him, a cat fight, one vet said, where a claw had penetrated the retina and rendered him blind in that eye, which was there but covered with scar tissue that turned his eye a milky white.
Skip ahead several years. Megan is seven or eight. A friend has a Golden Retriever that needs a home. We adopt Jessie. I take her to the vet for her shots. The vet says, Your dog has scar tissue of some sort in her left eye. It doesn’t affect her vision, it’s just there and you should be aware of it. Physical evidence that goes from life to life is well documented in humans. There’s nothing about it in relation to animals. But I knew. I felt it. Jessie was Doolittle. We had her for eleven great years. In all, this animal soul was with us for 25 years. Every time I feed a stray cat or dog or bird, I ask, first, Hey, Doo, is it you?
I’m still waiting for a definitive answer. A bark, a meow, a tweet, a voice.
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Another FATEd Synchro

Posted on November 21, 2010 by Trish and Rob

You might recall that the last time we wrote about the fate of FATE Magazine it concerned a synchronicity experienced by Saucer Smear editor Jim Moseley. (We don’t make this stuff up!) In that instance, Jim was writing the obituary of the long-running magazine on the larger mysteries of life and had just finished it when the phone rang and it was the editor of Fate Magazine telling him that the magazine was alive and coming back. Jim had called Phyllis Galde two or three days earlier and when she didn’t call back, he figured it was all over. As soon as he got off the phone, he returned to work on his new issue of SMEAR and added a FLASH! right where he’d left off. Well timed.

So here’s the new twist. Again working on a new the issue of SMEAR, Jim decided to give FATE Magazine a free ad after receiving a copy of  the revived FATE in the mail. He didn’t tell the editor or anyone else about it, and he’d never done such a thing before for FATE or any magazine. So a day or two after making up the ad, he received another call from Phyllis Galde, who proceeded to let Jim know that she was willing to advertise SMEAR on the FATE website free of charge.

In other words, it was a free exchange, only the two parties didn’t connect until after the exchange had been set up, more or less. In essence, it was a precognitive synchronicity or, to borrow from UFO terminology, a close encounter of the synchro kind.

Jim was so impressed he sent us a post card (as always labeled CONFIDENTIAL!) and exclaimed: “You have me hooked on this synchronicity sh*t!”

Way to go, Jim.

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Owl Medicine

Posted on November 20, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Jane Clifford offered us this owl synchro. It’s short and to the point. We’ve also added another short one from the field of play, so to speak.

“Yesterday I bought a beautifully carved wooden owl that makes a perfect owl call when you blow into it. As you know, I use Owl in healing often to reveal hidden truths. Today, in my living room I tried it out three times. I then put it aside & began to lay a fire. Pulling out a very old newspaper (not mine I don’t buy them), I discovered three magnificent photos of an OWL!

“So I said,  “Oh you heard me then!” Short of one flying into my living room in broad daylight, I think this counts as a direct response!”
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I’ll say. Three toots on the owl and three owl photos appear. The universe alwasy responds. You want an owl? How about this? Its the cosmic filing system. The universe finds the closest thing available that resembles what you want.
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Onward.

We don’t do many sports synchros–(much to the chagrin of Simple Simon.) But here’s one related to football. The Dallas Cowboys were off to a horrific season, starting out with a 1-6 record…and they were supposed to be one of the good teams in the NFL this year. Finally, after the sixth loss, they fired the coach and started making changes in personnel.

So along come the next game with the New York Giants in the Meadowlands – the Giants home field. It’s the third quarter and the Cowboys are actually ahead when suddenly a large bank of stadium lights go dark. The field is dimly lit, but the teams keep playing. Dallas has the ball in the darkest part of the field when the announcer says that matter-of-factly ‘The Cowboys are running the ball toward the light’ — as if the whole team was having a ‘near-death experience.’

A short time later, the lights came back on, and Dallas went on to win. So they returned from the brink.

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Global Synchros and Law of Attraction

Posted on November 19, 2010 by Trish and Rob

from deviantart

Despite how ugly and twisted politics is these days, it certainly produces some intriguing global synchronicities. Take the case of Maryland physician and anesthesiologist Andy Harris. He just won a Republican seat in Congress, after campaigning on a platform strongly opposing “Obama care.” One of his battle cries was that he would “repeal health-care reform.”

So, during his orientation as a GOP freshman. he learned that his government health care wouldn’t kick in until February 2011, 30 days after the new Congress begins. What does Harris do? He has a temper tantrum, demanding to know why his government health insurance takes that long to kick in.. And then he wants to wanted to know if he could buy insurance from the government to cover the gap.

So the man who announced during his campaign that a public health care option was “a gateway to socialized medicine,” is now discovering what millions of people live with daily – no health care. The universe, it seems, has a way of showing us where our beliefs are flawed. But I doubt if Harris will draw the connection between his campaign platform and his 30 day wait for health insurance.

BTY, Harris’ interest in buying insurance from the government to cover the gap, well, that’s called the public option. Or, as conservative opponents called it, the ‘dreaded’ public option with government rather than insurance companies providing health care. Very interesting what happens when it gets close and personal.

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A pair of tragic synchros

Posted on November 18, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Here are a pair of stories that involve tragic circumstances…and synchronicity. The first one is from Ann, who found our blog recently while searching the term synchronicity. She sent us a story about a tragic synchronicity in her family, and is asking for comments to help her and her family understand the deeper meaning of multiple deaths that occur in a short period of time.
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“A couple of years ago my father in law died suddenly from cancer. It went only two weeks from the time we got to know that he actually was sick until he was gone. It was a great shock and a tragedy. The next day while we were planning the funeral with the funeral agency, my brother in law got a telephone from his wife. Her father had been missing since the day before, and she phoned to tell that he now had been found dead from an accident, by slipping on a stone in the forest. I will never forget the face of my brother in law when he got the news, and we all got the feeling of the world falling apart around us.

“I think my family has recovered relatively well from these events, but just as good synchronicities make you feel that the world is beautiful and harmonious, and multiply the good feelings, the bad ones have the opposite effect. I feel that the experience has left my brother and sister in law with the impression of a sort of ominous cloud hanging over their lives that threatens to multiply every bad event.

“The synchronicities of the world can be really cruel. And the question why is inevitable for everyone, and perhaps even more for people with a strong spiritual connection to the universe. Is it possible to transform such a horrible experience to something good, and start trusting the universe again? I would like to ask if any of you have any thoughts on the matter.”
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Some people would shrug and call it coincidence. But if it happened in your family, you would probably stop and wonder what was going on – as Ann did.

I blindly selected Nov. 18 for this post, then checked the dashboard and discovered another post already scheduled. Ironically, they are similar and equally disturbing. That’s how both came together.

Here’s the second one. It comes from Natalie, who left it as a comment under Synchronicity and Symbols. It’s one of those weird dark trickster tales that makes you wonder.
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 Yesterday, two midwives were mowed down a couple of blocks from my house, by another woman carrying hygiene products in a van. The bringers of life, were killed by a woman who managed the the other end of the fertilization cycle. It was gruesome and otherworldly, and a completely ‘freak’ accident that no-one can explain. I felt it two minutes before it happened, not long enough to prevent a terrible tragedy. It is not sitting well with me…the irony of the trickster is leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

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The Taiwanese Do TSA

Posted on November 17, 2010 by Trish and Rob

This simulation is hysterical – and somehow sad for what it says about the pathetic lengths this country has gone to in order to keep us “safe.”

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The Hereafter Redux

Posted on November 17, 2010 by Trish and Rob

As we’ve written earlier, the movie, Hereafter, directed by Clint Eastwood, includes the story of a medium, who is not a happy camper–to say the least. He finds his work depressing, and it seems to ruin every chance he has for  normal relationships. He doesn’t want to do it anymore, but ultimately reads for a boy who has lost his twin.

When Morgana Starr, a medium associated with a bookstore outside of Cassadaga, Florida, saw the movie, she sympathized with the medium, played by Matt Damon. She couldn’t help reflecting on her own work and was reminded of a case in which she had to deal with the death of a child. She knew it was going to be a difficult reading when she first glimpsed the woman. Here’s Morgana’s own words.

“A deep sense of grief pervaded her entire being as she sat down. For the sake of confidentiality, I will call her Suzie. As soon as we began, I picked up on her daughter and grandson. They were lying in a pool of blood. The daughter had multiple stab wounds, the boy only a couple. The daughter had tried to shield her son with her body. By doing so, she incurred many painful wounds before she died. The boy died quicker.

“Suzie and I sat and cried together as the angel Anael helped us release their trapped spirits to the light of the Divine Source.  I was able to see the man who did this and describe him to Suzie. This was someone she knew. The motive was also unveiled by Anael.  However, without going to the crime scene, I was unable to pick up any proof that she could take to the police. But I was shown that in time he would be caught and prosecuted for his crimes. That gave Suzie a sense of peace.”

Of course, we wanted to know what happened after that. But Morgana revealed another problem mediums face. In spite of the dramatic nature of the reading and its unfinished business, Suzie never returned and didn’t leave any contact information. That also happens a lot with psychics and mediums who deal with the police. Once their work is done, the authorities often leave the reader wondering if he or she was accurate, and how the case turned out.

On a lighter note, Cecile De France, the actress who played the French television news personality in Hereafter, oddly enough, and in spite of her name, is not French. She’s from Belgium.  

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Artifacts stolen at artifact theft show

Posted on November 16, 2010 by Trish and Rob

We’re not sure this is a synchronicity, but it certainly sound like the law of attraction – like attracts like. It’s a bit outdated, but still meaningful – in a strange way.

Organizers of an exhibition called ‘Antiquities Theft in Israel’ could not have chosen a more fitting name. On Jan. 20,  burglars broke into the Korin Maman Museum in the coastal city of Ashdod where artifacts recovered from the black market were on display. The thieves snatched a silver ring belonging to Alexander the Great and other items including gold earrings, pottery and coins from the Hellenistic period. The exhibit ironically  had been set up to educate the Israeli public about how to counter theft of  antiquities.

That’s a summary from an article in the UK Telegraph. We can only hope these items will be recovered from the black market, and maybe exhibited in another show of stolen artifacts.

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Rosa Parks and John Tyner: Folk Heroes

Posted on November 16, 2010 by Trish and Rob

 This is Rosa Parks. She refused to give up her seat on a bus to a white person. She’s a folk hero. In a strange yet related way, she’s connected to this story.
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 If you have flown commercially since 2001, then you’re well-acquainted with the TSA. You know, they’re  the guys and gals who tell you, ever so politely, to remove your shoes (because one guy a few years ago had an explosive in his shoe); to remove all change from your pockets (they might set off the metal detector); to put your laptop in a separate bin (it might, after all, be remotely wired to who the hell knows what). Now the TSA has body scanners that depict a nude you on some screener’s computers (because we did, after all, have that one real weirdo, the underwear bomber).

If you refuse to go through the body scanner, as John Tyner did two days ago at the San Diego airport, then you must submit to the grope and feel by a TSA agent. Or, as Tyner put it, if it was anyone other than the government doing this, it would be considered sexual assault. The video he shot with his cell phone is below.  It’s harrowing and sounds like something out of Blade Runner.  Tyner invites anyone to copy his written account of his experience. The link is here. This written account is powerful. Tyner may be a folk hero on a par with Rosa Parks.

Rob said, “But it’s not a synchro.” Well, maybe not. But it certainly looks as if it’s about to become a mass event. In just two days, Tyner’s video has received nearly 300,000 views on you tube. I think it speaks to something archetypal, to that part of us that rebels when any authority or government seeks to justify its actions by citing national security, preservation of freedom, it’s for your own good, we know best, or, as with Rosa Parks, the superiority of one race over another.  In a sense, Tyner speaks for the rest of us who have gone through airport security, dreading it, hating the invasion of our privacy, secretly thinking that Bin Laden won, after all, that he – if still alive – is hooked up to his dialysis machine in a cave somewhere, chuckling away.

Here, the government’s use of fear, fear, fear to control the populace is stripped of pretense.  Here, we see the emperor without his clothes.

If you’re a guy traveling on November 24, you may want to consider a protest first put forward by Jeffrey Goldberg at The Atlantic: refuse the body scanner and wear a kilt the way real Scots do it, without underwear. Here’s the Opt-Out website link.I think Rosa Parks would really like this.

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