Men Who Stare at Goats

One recent evening, I was exchanging Facebook comments with Tamra Temple, who is deeply involved in the field of Noetic Science, and very knowledgeable about remote viewing and psychic spies. So she was talking about the new movie, Men Who Stare at Goats, and how she was looking forward to seeing it.

I mentioned that the promos were linking Project Stargate, the CIA’s former remote viewing program, to Earth One Battalion and the goat-staring scenario. But Remote Viewer #001 Joe McMoneagle had told me recently that the goat staring stuff had nothing to do with Stargate.

That led to a discussion of where the truth lay, and Tamra concluded in a Zen-like manner that the truth actually was within, and it was best not to look outside to authority figures for what is true. So she was turning the exchange into a larger scenario about truth.

Now here come the synchronicities: I made the mistake once or twice of calling her Tamara, rather than Tamra. During that same evening, Trish and I watched an episode of The Fringe, and at the end of it the name Tamara appeared at the beginning of the credits. That was interesting, but just a nudge toward synchronicity. It got better.

I had also mentioned to Tamra that I’d written two novels with RV as the theme, PSI/NET and JUST/IN TIME, and asked if she knew of them. She said she didn’t, but wanted to read them and asked if I would sign copies for her. I agreed, and she sent me her address, but at first I couldn’t figure out the name of the city. She’d written it as: T or C, NM. Was it a typo? I looked it up and found out that T or C was a common way of addressing Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. I’d heard of it, but never been there. What struck me as synchronistic was that we had been discussing truth, and here the word showed up in her address.

Finally, the next morning after I’d told Trish about the synchroncity with Tamra, she randomly clicked a blog on our list, and what name appeared at the top? Tamara.

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18th Century Door and Brass Knocker

When we first started this blog, we created a Google alert for the term synchronicity. Every day, dozens of alerts pile up in our inbox related to this word. Most of them don’t seem to have much to do with synchronicity. But this next story, which came through one of the alerts,  fits the ticket. It’s from artist Paul Brown, who is from Liverpool and now lives in France.
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Four weeks ago,  I took  my father for a minor operation to the suburb of a city 40 miles away. While I was waiting for him to come out of surgery, I took a drive into the historical town centre to walk around and take some photos. I saw this 18th century door and brass knocker and thought it would make a nice composition.

The square, the circle and the shadow nearly forming a triangle. I left the knocker at an angle on purpose so that it wasn’t too symmetrical.

Last week, I had to take dad for an eye examination to the same city – but not in the centre this time. We didn’t know where the clinic was, so we printed a map from Google maps.  When we found the road we were looking for, we counted the doors down to number 9 – and guess which door we were standing outside of?

Yes, this one, the same door. What drew me to that door four weeks ago in a city with thousands of ancient and small streets..I have no idea!  The chances must be millions to one of this happening…


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Riddle House




We don’t hear too many ghost stories under the palm trees here in sunny West Palm Beach, but here’s one courtesy of the Travel Channel. Thanks to Peter Levenda for forwarding it our way.
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Death has been in and around the Riddle House since it was built in the early 1900s. First used as a funeral parlor, and later as a private residence, the home has seen its share of tragedy.But what makes this haunt even more perplexing? In the 1980s, the house was moved across town and from many modern-day reports, the angry ghosts who dwelled there went with it.

In 1905, a Victorian “Painted Lady” house was constructed at 327 Acacia Street in downtown West Palm Beach. Originally called the Gatekeeper’s Cottage, the building served as a home to the overseers of the Woodlawn Cemetery across the street.A century ago, it wasn’t uncommon for families to bury their loved ones with the expensive jewelry they owned in life. Grave robbing was an ongoing problem, and those who lived in the Gatekeeper’s Cottage were expected to keep an eye out for would-be criminals.
 
Dark History and Ghostly Lore
The first ghostly legend attached to this seemingly-normal house is that of a big man named “Buck” who once worked for the cemetery. The local legend states that Buck was killed in town after an argument spun out of control. Buck’s ghost has been seen walking the grounds around the house and on the porch of the Cottage where cemetery workers would often take their meals.
 
In the 1920s, Karl Riddle became the first City Manager and Superintendent of Public Works. The city of West Palm Beach offered the former Gatekeeper’s Cottage as a residence for Riddle. In addition to his duties as City Manager, Riddle also had to oversee the cemetery.During his tenure at the house, one of Riddle’s employees encountered financial difficulties. He became despondent and withdrawn from his family. Seeing no other way out, Riddle’s employee hung himself from the rafters of the attic. After the tragedy, the beam used to hold the rope was permanently removed from the top story of the house.

The suicide was a catalyst for the darker haunting that followed. Karl Riddle’s personal diary recounts how the family had trouble keeping help in the home. The staff reported hearing chains rattling on the stairs and murmuring voices. Many quit, never to return.

Riddle House in Recent Years

After Riddle and his family moved out, several businesses came and went before the building was finally used by Palm Beach Atlantic College as a girl’s dormitory. By 1980, the building was abandoned, fell into disrepair and was scheduled to be demolished by the city.

But fate had other plans for the house. The city donated the building to John Riddle, the nephew of Karl, and he donated the building for preservation. The house at 327 Acacia Street was dismantled and moved to Yesteryear Village to go on permanent display.

Paranormal Activity Reported
During the reassembling of the Riddle House, the dark haunting inside reared its head again. When returning to work in the mornings, carpenters would find their tools thrown from the attic and on the ground below. Third-floor windows would also be found mysteriously broken. At one point, reconstruction had to stop for six months because the workers were so shaken up by what they had experienced inside.

During the private unveiling of the Riddle House in Yesteryear Village, two unexpected guests showed up to the reception. Dressed in early twentieth century garb, many commented on how dashing the pair looked. Those in attendance assumed the couple to be actors. When an old photo showing the original Riddle House was unveiled, attendees were shocked to see the couple in the photo. The out-of-place guests could not be found.

The Riddle House is one of the most active haunts in southern Florida. One visitor who had arranged for a private tour was struck in the head by a piece of wood in the staircase. The wood seemed to appear from nowhere. A maintenance worker was attacked while cleaning the building and refuses to enter the house again. Other witnesses have spotted a hanging torso in the attic window but later learned that no such mannequin exists in the attic. Security personnel have seen lights going on and off in the building, and many avoid the house altogether.

Places can hold memories long after the inhabitants have moved on. Even when relocated entirely, some entities are bound to the structures around them. The reasons why may forever remain a riddle.

Our Halloween pooch, IggyJack, has his own website. Thank you, Madison.


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Sinister Forces

Here’s a somewhat spooky synchronicity sent by author Peter Levenda. Peter probes into some dark stuff here, deep into the Underworld. We would’ve put it up on Halloween, but we’ve got a ghost tale set for tomorrow.  
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Yesterday I was being interviewed on Jay Weidner’s radio program out of Oregon.  We talked mostly about Unholy Alliance and Sinister Forces, and the dominant theme was synchronicity. Apropos of nothing, Jay brought up the Gnostics and the idea of the archons as possibly the operative paradigm for identification of just what those “sinister forces” might be.  I agreed that it was a good analogy, and mentioned the Gnostic belief that the Creator of this world was not God but the Demi-Urge, demiurgos, a kind of demonic figure, and that the Gnostic interpretation of Genesis has it that the Serpent in the Garden is actually God.  

So far, so good.


That night, mulling over an essay I am planning on Jung’s Red Book — which is due out this year — I remember that his Memories, Dreams, Reflections mentions the Red Book and the spiritual crisis it represents for him.  So I pull down the book from the shelf, and open it at random.  The book opened at page 201, a discussion of Gnosticism, Yahweh and the Creator as demon.

Okay, spooky enough.  Then I flip over to a marker I had put there decades ago and the page is 333.  Once again, the theme is Gnosticism and the duality of God-Devil and the identification of the Creator as a demonic force.  More pertinent still is the sentence that ends the last paragraph on the page, which asks what storytellers would have to say about Hiroshima.  Jay had asked me during that conversation if the “sinister forces” had manifested in our reality, i.e., had entered our world through a kind of gate in the aether.  I brought up Hiroshima as an example of how scientific genius could result in a weapon of mass destruction, and of how our intelligence agencies in the early 1950s and 1960s had experimented with shamanic techniques with the intention of weaponizing them.

(For any Kabbalists out there, the page number is significant as well.  333 is the number of Choronzon, the Beast of the Abyss, who guards the entrance to the Three Supernals.) 

It is worthwhile to point out that Jung, of course, was the one who coined the term “synchronicity” and wrote a monograph on the subject, as well as had a lengthy correspondence with Wolfgang Pauli on this subject.

And so it goes!
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More Moldavite

On October 8, we posted a story about Moldavite, a beautiful green stone that may create a fertile environment for synchronicity. I mentioned I had bought a pair of Moldavite earrings and had some interesting synchronicities.

So Gypsywoman bought a Moldavite ring and Nancy bought a moldavite necklace. Their photos show off the green much better than my picture of the earrings.

Nancy reports that the first night she wore the necklace, her husband had nightmare, but she isn’t sure whether it was related to the necklace.

But Gypsy is sure that her experience is directly related to the moldavite ring.

“Last night I had an intensely vivid dream in which my brother who died many years ago appeared. I remember how wonderful it was to see him again. We were both happy and joking and having fun like we always did and I was SO happy to see him again. It was beautiful.

When I woke early this morning, before true daylight, I sat up in bed and decided to work on details of my trip home to Shreveport, Louisiana, that I’m going to be taking in a few weeks. I turned on my TV to check the latest bad weather reports, but instead of hitting channel “7” I inadvertently hit channel “4” – the QVC shopping channel.

I’m so engrossed in making notes for my trip that for a moment I don’t realize what I’ve done. Then I hear a female on the screen say to the man with her that she’s from Louisiana. He says, “Oh, no, so am I! Where’re you from?”

“Shreveport,” she replies.

“Oh, no, so am I!” he exclaims.

“Neither of them knew that the other was from Shreveport, obviously. By then, I’m totally glued to their conversation and they go on to talk about not only Shreveport, but the exact neighborhood where my home of 20 years was. They even mentioned the service station at the end of the subdivision that is owned by the ex-husband of an old friend of mine, the Madison Park Exxon! And the air base where my daughter’s husband was stationed for years… it went on and on.”

“Now, I’ve no clue as to whether or not my ring had anything at all to do with any of this. I’m just saying …..that’s the story!”

Gypsy also reports a dream in which someone – a group – was after her, trying to steal the ring. At one point, her pursuers got the ring off her finger. No telling what that’s about!

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Wrong Time, Wrong Place


On August 9, we posted a couple of synchronicites about people who have repeat experiences in the same time and place as their relatives or friends had months or years before. Sometimes, these synchronicities are clearly serial tricksters. But other times, like with the next story, they just seem cruel.
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In 1991, Cristina Vernoni, aged 19, was killed at an unguarded railway crossing in Reggio Emilia, Northern Italy. Four years later, her 57 year old father was driving to work on his regular route which took him over the same railway crossing when his car was struck by a train. It was dragged for several dozen yards before the train finally stopped. Even more coincidentally, the driver of the train, Domenico Serafino, was the very same driver who had killed Vernoni’s daughter four years earlier. Investigators said that the death was entirely accidental – ruling out suicide.

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Eternity/Infinity


This one comes from Jean Grey.

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Tonight I experienced a truly odd synchronicity. This was exceptional in that all of my other recent synchronicities have seemed mundane. For example, one day I was seeing the color orange way more often than could be credited to random chance. But tonight was different.

For almost a year now, I have had this one particular thought running through my mind: “between eternity and infinity, any thing exists.” I had thought that I was being particularly clever and was feeling pretty smug about my cleverness.

And then I was reading Eckhart Tolle’s The Power of Now. One of his passages makes mention of this idea…between eternity and infinity…in reference to the attributes of God. I’m pretty blown away by this coincidence. Could it mean that my synchronicities are coming through on a higher level? Could it be that I am channeling more/higher source energy? Have I become less distorted? Whatever the cause, I’m liking it.

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Additions to Owl and UFO Story

Mike left these additional details in a comment. We’re bringing it forward so it doesn’t get buried. Some other high strangeness, for sure!

Here’s the URL for the trailer of The Fourth Kind, a movie that’s out Nov. 6.  Jeninacide said the trailer reminds her of this story.
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There is MORE to the these owl stories, another VERY curious coincidence. There is a romantic subtext to both of our blog-postings. Stacey writes about a “first kiss” that doesn’t happen with a fellow named CHRISTIAN in her owl blog-posting. And I write an almost identical experience of romantic longing with a girl named KRISTEN in my first owl blog-posting. (curiously similar names) Each story is about seeing multiple owls in the company of one other friend. Each story is profoundly mystical. And each story shares the theme of unrequited yearning. I’ve added the tow blog postings below. Here is Stacey’s story: She talks in almost mystical terms about longing for that “first kiss” And here’s my story: I don’t say that I was eager for the “first kiss” but it sure is implied, it’s in there. Note: In the text I call my friend Kristy, but her real name is Kristen.
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Owls, UFOs, and Blogging

I’ve often thought that the Internet – blogging in particular – is an environment that fosters synchronicity. This next story seems to support that theory.

On September 30, we posted a story called The Owl and the Money Clip, a synchronicity that had been sent to us by Jim Banzholder of Idaho.

Stacey Warner left a comment about an experience she had with owls. A couple of years ago, Stacey “had the privilege to spend time in a giant owls “nest” for lack of a better word, with over thirty barn and horned owls watching me…it was one of the most profound moments of my life!”

Her comment attracted the attention of Mike Clelland, who also lives in Idaho, and has had a slew of owl experiences recently. We recently posted one of his synchronicities. Anyway, when he read that Stacey had spent the night beneath the stare of more than 30 owls, his interest was piqued. Only a few days before, he had posted a request on his blog for stories about sightings of owls in groups of three or five. “So – I ask a question, and I get a wallop of an answer.” He shot off an email to her.

Owls, in addition to being seen as messengers, are sometimes associated with UFO sightings and abductions, and Mike was particularly interested to know if Stacey had had any UFO experience on or around the time of her “30 owls” experience. She said that she had:

from Stacey:
“So to add to the story … (after seeing the owls) Well into the night and with the veils of perception solidly back in place, we left. I drove. We were back on the two-way highway when I saw what looked like a streetlight up ahead but as we approached it, I realized the light wasn’t attached to anything and then it flew over our heads.”

Stacey was with a friend, Christian, who noted it “landed back there.” She asked what it was, he said he didn’t know.

“Do you want to stop?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“I stopped the car and backed into a vacant lot that was used for selling produce during the harvest season. It was pitch black and we were out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by olive groves. As we got out of the car Christian asked, “If they want to take us would you go?”

“Yes, as long as time stood still,” I said not sure if it were true.

“We walked down the middle of the two-lane highway cloaked in darkness when we heard a loud rumble like a semi-truck heading straight for us. We looked at each and ran for our lives back to the car. As I opened my car door whatever-it-was flew over our heads and then vanished into thin air.”

They got back in the car and drove off, both of them silent, not sure what they had seen, thinking it was too “fantastical” to be named. By naming it, Stacey felt they would own it, and they weren’t ready to own it.

“As we got back on the Interstate Five, Christian put his hand on my shoulder. It felt familiar like it had been there my entire life. I felt supported and loved beyond a first kiss like we had been married for years. Christian fell asleep and I wondered how many dragons he’d slain that day.
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Stacey in her comments to Mike also said:

My friend Marla (who interviews for Whitley Streiber on Unknowncountry) has great stories to tell … she’s tapped in.
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So after reading the above story, Mike is “getting wigged out.” Not only has Stacey confirmed a connection between owls and UFOs, but it turns out that the next day, he is scheduled to have a reading with Marla Frees, the psychic to whom Stacey referred.

So here we have a layered synchronicity that begins with a story about an owl and a money clip, leads to shared experiences about owls and UFO sightings, and psychic Marla Frees.

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Update on Jung’s Red Book

I ran across this You Tube video today on Jung’s Red Book. It’s fascinating.

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