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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Over the Delaware/Pennsylvania Border

Posted on October 26, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Given Gypsy’s vivid description of a craft she saw and sketched, a story we posted on October 8, here’s an intriguing you tube video about sightings on the Delaware/Pennsylvania border. Gypsy was living in Delaware at the time of this video.

OK, yes,it is certainly possible these things are sparklers, that the voices you hear are actors instructed to speak like some old married country couple. You hear the wife grousing, the husband countering in a kind of freaked out voice, OMG WTF.

Yeah, fine. We hear the objections. Now watch the video.

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When the Synchros Catch You Offguard

Posted on October 25, 2010 by Trish and Rob

The other day I drove about ten miles south to get my hair cut by the woman who has been cutting my hair for, oh, about 20 years. I was asking for a synchro, you know, in a general sense. Hey, universe, let’s have a synchro. Like that.

When I see Gayle, we touch base, as women do,  about who is doing what, where our lives are taking us, the usual stuff women talk about in hair salons. In the past 7 years, since Uranus has been in Gayle’s sun sign (Pisces),  she has experienced a lot of sudden, unexpected events, right in line with Uranus’s energy. Her husband died of kidney failure, her son died of a drug overdose, her daughter got married and had a couple of kids, she has moved a number of times, she has fallen in and out of love, and now she’s engaged.

She used to be an ardent Christian/Born Again, now she is more open to the kind of stuff that interests me. Rob often wonders why I drive to the next town for a haircut, when there are plenty of hair salons where we live. But Rob, who shaves his head, can’t understand what it is that moves women to seek out stylists who are also artists. And Gayle is definitely an artist.

One day while sitting in her chair, I had a vivid impression of her as some sort of hair stylist in Atlantis, where the art of cutting, dyeing, styling, was highly regarded. I mentioned my impression to her and she sort of laughed. “You really believe Atlantis existed, Trish?”

Well, yes, I said, and explained why I believed it.

During my last visit, she asked if I believed in spirit contact. I told her I did and she looked relieved. Then she leaned forward and spoke in a softer voice. “I think my dead son visited me,” she said.

One night shortly after her son had died, after her husband was already gone, she felt someone sit at the edge of her bed. She was alone in her condo, the depression on the mattress was enough to startle her. Then her fear evaporated. “I know it was my son. I don’t remember what he said, but I felt it was him, letting me know he’s okay, that he didn’t die because of something I did or didn’t do.”

“I’m sure it was him,” I told her. “This kind of thing happens more often than we realize.” We talked about that for awhile, the many ways that spirit  might try to communicate with us. Gayle felt comforted by this visitation and by our discussion of it.

On the way home, I was thinking that I hadn’t experienced any synchros and was starting to feel sort  of bummed out about it, like maybe I was way off track on the course of things generally. Then I realized that Gayle’s story fit the bill. I had asked for a synchro – and gotten it, through Gayle’s story.  Ask. That’s where it begins. Ask and remain open to whatever comes your way.

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Time traveler photo?

Posted on October 24, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Take a close look at the photo. The always mysterious Peter Levenda, author of the Sinister Forces trilogy, alerted us to this peculiar snapshot, which was part of a Canadian historical exhibit. The photo was taken in 1940 or ’41 at a ceremony for a bridge opening.

Look closely at the man in the right foreground. He looks quite modern, wearing designer-type sunglasses, a sweater with a pattern printed on it, and most telling, he appears to be holding a compact camera.

Notice that the lower right corner of the photo says topstrange.com. That’s apparently where the photo is located on the Internet, but we can’t access it.

Of course, with Adobe Photoshop, it’s possible to slip a modern person into an old photo. However, what was this photo doing in a history exhibit?

You might also wonder why a time traveler would show up at a mundane bridge dedication. Who knows? Wasn’t that the same way the time traveler arrived in Kate & Leopold, starring Hugh Jackman and Meg Ryan?

Maybe bridges are symbolic representations for ‘bridging time.’

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The Key of Cedar Key

Posted on October 24, 2010 by Trish and Rob

Cedar Key is one of those places like Cassadaga that we visit once a year. It’s an isolated island on Florida’s Gulf coast, fifty miles west of Gainesville, just one road in and out, through dense pine forests. Fishing and tourism are the main industries on the island. Years ago, back in the 1800s, Cedar Key was actually located on another island – Atsena Otie Key, which was covered with cedar trees that were used for pencils. Today, that island is abandoned, with just a spooky cemetery and lots of mosquitoes.
Usually, we stay at the Old Fenimore Mill, condos right on the water and salt marsh. But they charge a nonrefundable pet fee and last year, when Noah was still a pup, he chewed up a storm. So this year we decided to try something different – a pet-friendly house on stilts in the woods, on a different part of the island.
At various times over the years, we’ve imagined living on Cedar Key. We’ve looked at real estate, checked into the schools (no longer a factor), done all the things you do when you’re checking out an area. Things never quite worked out, partly because the housing market in Florida took such a precipitous dive. This time as we went in search for our rental house, we noticed so many for sale signs that it looked as if the entire island was up for grabs.
We entered a delightful neighborhood of wooden homes on pilings, with great views of the salt marsh. Our place was at the end of an unpaved road – and had a for sale sign in the front yard. We inquired about the price, too steep for us unless we sold our present house. But what fun we had imagining what would go where,  redecorating it in our heads, talking about where all our books would possibly fit, and how much the cats and Noah would like it here. The sunsets were superb, the bird watching fantastic.
On the day we left, we put the key on the counter, just as the owner had asked us to do. Five hours later, Rob got out our house key, tried to fit it into lock. We realized we had left our house key on the counter in Cedar Key and still had the key to the rental. So maybe this story isn’t finished yet!
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Hereafter

Posted on October 23, 2010 by Trish and Rob
The opening to this movie is stunning. A French broadcaster/journalist – played by Cecil de France –  is vacationing in Indonesia with her producer, who is also her lover. She leaves him in the hotel and wanders out to  the street market to buy gifts for his kids. While she’s paying for a bracelet, a tsunami hits. The sequence of scenes is flawless, every scene breathtaking, dramatic, and so realistic you feel your jaw clenching, your muscles tensing, and all you want to do is run fast, very fast. She dies and “has visions” before she’s resuscitated.
On the other side of the world, a factory worker in San Francisco – Matt Damon – is corralled into giving a reading for one of his brother’s top clients. Damon, we discover, used to be a celebrity medium, but gave it up because talking to the dead isn’t a life. He’s very much a loner, reluctant to touch other people because when he does, he sees their deepest secret, something so central to their existences that it’s a kind of violation. This ability is not conducive to personal relationships, as we learn when he takes an Italian cooking class and is attracted to his cooking partner.
In London, a young boy and his twin brother deal with a mother who is an alcoholic and heroin addict. Marcus, the youngest twin by 12 minutes, depends completely on his brother, Jason, who is as chatty and outgoing as Marcus is quiet and introverted. When Jason is killed, and Marcus’ mother enters rehab, social services place Marcus with a foster family. The boy’s raw emotions are profoundly real. His brother’s spirit prevents Marcus from getting on a train one morning in London – which explodes as soon as it pulls away into the tunnel. This scene, from the July 7, 2005 bombings in London, is harrowing.
Eastwood and the scriptwriter really explore who these people are, what makes them tick, why they do what they do. In essence, there are three stories with triumphs and despairs. Each of these characters needs closure and we know their lives are going to intersect at some point. The way that happens is deftly done. We didn’t see it coming.
This movie has the emotional underpinnings of another Eastwood movie, Mystic River. The deep character explorations add to that. The mystical elements are a bonus. There’s even a synchronicity. When the journalist discovers that her lover is sleeping with the woman who took her place at the station, she makes reference to the fact that she wouldn’t have had her NDE if he had gone shopping for gifts for his kids.

If we have one gripe about the film, it’s a simple thing. The movie’s title comes from the name of the book that the French journalist eventually writes about what she experienced when she died. But her NDE in the movie consists of little more than light with blurred silhouettes, murmurings, more lights and blurred shadows. This scene should have given us a more detailed glimpse of the hereafter, some substance.

But The Lovely Bones, based on Alice Sebold’s bestselling novel, did the same thing. In that movie, the hereafter consisted mostly of a playground where the young girl spends her time while watching her family. What Dreams May Come, a movie with Robin Williams based on the novel by Richard Matheson, explores the afterworld in depth, but has heavy religious overtones about heaven and hell.
Eastwood’s reluctance to add detail to the journalist’s NDE is perhaps best expressed by Roger Ebert in The Chicago Sun-Times: “His film embodies how love makes us need for there to be an afterlife.”

While we thoroughly enjoyed the movie, we wondered if  Eastwood had consulted any mediums about visions of the hereafter. We’re sure that some of the folks who frequent this blog could have guided him in creating other-worldly scenes that would have rivaled the excellent opening of the film.

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