James Bond and Spatula

 Two episodes of synchronicity today; both trivial, if not also oddly humorous. Last night I had a funny dream where I'm in a fancy hotel suite, and James Bond (s) kept popping in. Different men, different ages and types, but each one was James Bond. They were all James Bond. There were even a couple of female James Bond. No idea what this meant just one of those silly dreams.

Earlier last night, watching an episode of Sex Education, a character utters the word "spatula" in a very specific way.

This morning, I'm reading the newspaper, and one of the word jumble puzzle things is about James Bond. And on the same page, the word "spatula" appears prominently in another word jumble thing.

As usual, at least with me, these types of synchronicities are vivid but also silly. The Cosmic Joker abides.

Two Small Pre-cog Moments

 

Last night, watching the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. Scene: actor at a desk. I said to Jim “Oh, that’s ‘Artie,” the guy from Fraiser and Warehouse 13.” I was convinced. At the last moment, I realized it wasn’t him at all.

Later in the program, different scene. One of the actors comes forward, and . . . yes, it’s the actor that I thought was the actor in the previous scene. This time, it was the actor Saul Rubinek. From Fraiser and Warehouse 13. 

 

 Actor Saul Rubinek

After watching Mrs. Maisel, I watched the third episode of the UFO documentary Encounters. (excellent show.) I was doodling while I was watching. This is what I doodled:

Later, a witness described seeing a skinny entity with pointy ears.

And another weird thing which has nothing whatever to do with the above, but it was odd and unnerving. Later that night, in bed, (listening to Coast to Coast)  I was wanting to change the station on my little C. Crane transistor radio, something I’ve done hundreds of times. Hundreds. And for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what to do! That’s why it was unnerving. Am I losing it? My memory finally going; a senior moment indeed. The more I tried to remember how to do such a simple thing I’ve done hundreds of times before, the more I couldn’t remember. Finally, just when I was about to give up because I was feeling downright panicky that I was clearly losing my mind, I remembered.

 I don’t know is these small moments were synchronicities, time slips,remote viewing or precognitive events. Or all of those. And while the last example, where I couldn't remember how to change the stations, had nothing to do with remote viewing, etc. I wonder if that energy behind it had something to do with the earlier episodes.

Whitley Streiber’s THEM, Sounds, Ringing Phone

 Whitley Streiber’s THEM, Sounds, Ringing Phone

I’m reading Whitely Strieber's book, Them. In Them, Streiber has shared some of the hundreds of letters he and his late wife Anne received following the publication of Communion. Following each letter, or group of letters, Strieber offers his own thoughts on the contents. His comments are extremely interesting; metaphysical, philosophical. He asks questions and goes off in directions that 

In one chapter, Streiber discusses the experiences of those who have heard strange sounds during alien being/OOBE/exploding head/ events. Buzzings, ringing, train like sounds, rumblings, and more. 

As I’m reading this section, I wonder where the “aliens” are. (I say alien but that does not necessarily mean ET. As Streiber is very clear -- and I agree -- we don’t know what “they” are. ET, alien, other, who knows.) I wonder why I haven’t had many experiences lately (and yet I have, just different) not as intense as they once were. Old age? Does that have anything to do with any of this? Am I paying enough attention? I decide as I put away my Kindle and drift off to sleep, that I will start paying close attention!

I’m awakened by the phone ringing. Just one loud phone ring, then nothing. Like the caller hung up after one ring. I’m very annoyed, who the hell calls at 3:00 a.m.? Unless it’s bad news, usually. Could be a misdial. The phone did not wake up Jim, who usually hears the phone before I do. “Hmm,” I think, and go back to sleep. 

Check the phone in the morning. We have a land line. The machine lets us know if any calls, including hang-ups, came in. Nothing.

(Reminds me of what I posted about recently; hearing a voice shout out “Nigel!”)

This all could be connected to the phenomenon. UFOs, aliens, interactions with “them,” others, inter-dimensional creatures, our own minds communicating with the unseen, intention setting, them answering the call, synchronicity.

Or, as they call it, “chemo brain” and has nothing to do with any of the above. But I doubt that. This phone ringing episode is too familiar, smoothly fitting in with all of the other weird synchronicities connected with this whole UFO and Beyond stuff. 

Dreams, Synchronicity, Hoodoo

 Dreams and Synchronicity

Both my spouse and I were close friends with someone I'll call Joe.  A falling out, and hadn't had contact for a few years. This morning I told Jim: "I had a dream about 'Joe' last night." And Jim said: "That's odd, so did I."

Odd. We hadn't been talking about Joe, nothing would have triggered our dreaming minds. Well, something did obviously, but nothing conscious. 

So I look up Joe on Facebook, and see that he's now a grandfather. We were also close with his children, knowing them from when they were little, to adulthood. The grandchild's name is the same name -- an unusual name -- that Jim and I were going to name our child decades ago. (I miscarried.) Another weird little oddity.

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Conjure

A new book arrived today. Hoodoo Sen Moise's Working Conjure: A Guide to Hoodoo Folk Magic.

Just barely into it and I am finding it very interesting.

Musk Takes Twitter, FB Down and Covid Zombie

 I can't help it; I find it an odd synchronicity that the same day Elon Musk took over Twitter (firing top execs one of his first edicts) Facebook is down. Another synchronicity, which is an eerie one for sure. A recent Paranormal Declassified episode, hosted by Paul Beban, filmed two years ago, investigated global "zombie" pandemics. Not movie zombies who stumble out of graves and eat the flesh of the living, but a virus of some kind. During this episode, Paranormal Declassified had to shut down. Because of Covid, which had just made its appearance on the world stage.

Also, zombie rabbits are a thing.  As are vampire bunnies. (the first in the series, Bunnicula, is my favorite.)

The Temporary Psychic Episodes of the Post Orb Encounter

The Orange Orb

We saw the large orange orb. I had the ridiculous yet unshakeable sense that the orb was waiting for me. When I saw it off in the distance, stationary, and thought “What the hell is that?!” it zoomed from the top of the hill (which, I judged, was roughly a mile away since we walked to that hill many a time) to across the road from us. And, followed us. And then I had, the simlarlar riduculous feeling again (but nonetheless accurate) that it was playing with me. Us. Me. Plus, missing time. Watching the orb from the back of my husband’s motorcyle (who only saw the orb briefly, he did not pull over to look) it followed us until we turned the corner to park in front of our rented house. The orb then dropped down into the back yard of a nieghobor’s house catty-corner from ours.

It was night. Dark. Around 8 pm ish. I did not know the nieghbors in that house. What was I going to do? Knock on their door and say ‘Hi, I live just right over there and was wondering, have you noticed a UFO or giant orange orb in your backyard? Anything?”

Aftermath

So, there was that. But also, more after that sighting. Aside from my determintion to find out what it was I saw, and why (which, forty years later, I have yet to discover) was the aftermath.

For some time, I had intense psychic eprisodes. I’ve always had those, but nothing like what i experienced for a few years immediately following the Orange Orb Encounter:

The Purple Car

Before cell phones. Waiting outiside the community center’s pool for my husband to pick me up. The center’s office was closed. No phone nearby. A pay phone in the strip mall across the road -- maybe. So I’m waiting, and suddenly, I “see” as vividly as anything, my husband pulling into the center’s parking lot. Except he is in the passenger seat, and his cousin is driving the car. And the car is purple. I don’t remember the make of the car, but it was something like a Ford Torino, or a Chevy Nova. Crazy big boat car, purple. Well, sure enough, a purple boat like car pulls into the lot, cousin driving, my husband in the passenger seat. They were very surpised I wasn’t at all hyper anxious (as is often my state in those situations) because I had seen the situation. Turns out our car had broken down (again) and so my husband called his cousin, who had to borrow a car from his friend (the purple car) since his own car was also out of service.

Community College Instructor

I was taking a typing course  at the community college annex. (I told. you this was decades ago!) Abruptly, a “mind postcard” slotted into my mind’s eye, where I saw the instructor in the classroom. Except the instructor wasn’t our regular one, the one I saw was a sub. I saw her hair style and color -- red -- and her dress, a green print. Yes. When I arrived at the class, the sub was there, in a green print dress. And she had red hair.

Pre-Kindergarten Student

I was lead teacher in a preschool class at the community center. We had a student who moved to Washington state. I and the staff, and all the kids, were sorry to see her go! A few weeks later, after she had moved, I had a dream where  the little girl came running down a golden tunnel of light to me. She was wearing a tie-dyed dress. “Ms. Regan, I’m coming to see. you tomorrow! I’m so happy!”

The next moring, her mother and the little girl -- dressed in the same tie-dyed dress - arrived at our classroom. They had come for a visit. 

There are more, which I'll post about soon.

These episodes did not seem scary to me, or even unusual. I simply accepted them. And was always mildly surprised when others were surprised at my calmness in these events. How did I know, they wondered. How come I'm not so surprised? they would ask. I dunno. I took, and still take, these things for granted. Although now, I am much more aware and grateful for these episodes. It may be, for me, and others who experience these things, a "given," but I am still respectful of them.

As far as these specific episodes go, in context of my orange orb sighting, they seem to be directly connected to the sighting in some way. Even though I have always experienced such things, and continue to do so (although less so) it seems there's a connection between the sighting and these specific events.

As I said, there are more connected to the sighting, which I'll post about soon.

Fortean Type Hospital Experiences

 One could say just being in the hospital is weird enough. Especially after spending two weeks in, then a week and a half out, then back in again for another stay of a week. Thankfully, spouse is better than ever all the hell he's been through and things are looking good.

While there -- I spent the nights there with him, as most of each day -- two odd things happened.

The first: deja vu. I had at least three distinct cases of deja vu. I haven't experienced deja vu in a couple of years, at least. It was something I experienced all the time as a child, up into my teens, and then occasionally as an adult.  It was both unnerving and kind of neat in a strange way.

The second event involved tarot cards. While staying in the hospital with my husband, I would dash home to take care of the house, then rush back to the hospital. As I was leaving the house one day, I had the urge to bring a deck of tarot cards with me. I usually carry a mini-sized deck with me but wasn't during that time, and anyway, I felt the urge to bring a larger deck with me.

So I picked up my Tarot Wonderland deck and left.

Later that day, a CNA came in and mentioned the tarot. I said "Speaking of tarot," and pulled out my deck. She said to me "I knew you were all about that, I could tell by looking at you, that's why I mentioned it." She asked if I could give her a reading, which I did. And we had a nice conversation about sage and candles.

I don't know what it is about me that has some people just know I'm "all about tarot" but there you go.

More Facebook Mind Reading . . .

UPDATE: I DVR John Oliver Last Week Tonight, which airs on Sunday and watch it later. Yesterday's episode (Sunday) I watched tonight, Monday night. The main story was all about cookies, data sharing, algorithms, apps that follow your searches,  etc. How ads will show up on someone's phone or FB, etc. specifically aimed for that individual. Another disconcerting synchronicity.

A few more examples of Facebook's In Your Head algorithm, from my FB page. See the post below for more.

 march 21, 2022

Another FB AI mind invasion synchronicity: I made falafels last night. They were pretty bad. Frozen ones from TJ's. In the past, I made my own but that was long ago. So I got lazy and used the frozen kind. Yuck. Jim and I agreed it would be fun to go back and try to make our own from scratch next time. So today, sure enough, an ad pops up on FB about Falafel recipes. I don't have a smart phone, I don't have Siri or Alexa, etc. Just another red pill blue pill eat me drink me day.

feb. 28, 2022

Another weird spooky FB ad: Lately, I've been noticing I've been losing hair. I've been letting my hair grow out. Don't know what the cause is for this: age, post-menopause, type of shampoo, who knows. So today, after my shower, I freaked once again at the amount of lost hair. Sure enough, I go on FB, and see ads for shampoos for women with thinning hair. I have not done any searches on Google or elsewhere for such. FB, get out of my head!

jan 4 2022

FB just recommended a horse tack site for me. I love animals, but am not a horse person. I don't ride, I don't own one, and I don't know anything about horses. I both fear them and think they're cool. But still. FB and its Russian bot global cabal Illuminati reptilian implant algorithms.

I wasn’t talking about horses or even animals, and so this doesn’t really fit into this structure, but it is interesting. Did this horse track recommendation appear because I am, in general, an animal lover? 

Is Facebook in Our Heads?

 Another weird, "coincidental" FB robotic I'm in your head episode: this morning, read a recipe in the paper for a pasta-veggie-cheese casserole dish. I was saying to Jim how I liked the idea of the recipe, but I would change it. For example, I'd use spinach, add mushrooms, and a different pasta, maybe fettuccini. Just now, on my page, I see a post about a pasta-veggie-cheese recipe, with mushrooms, except it used spinach and a wide noodle. I need to start keeping track of these things. It's too spooky. And once again, I don't have Siri, Alexa, or a smart phone and the mic is off on the laptop.

I've had several of these kinds of coincidental episodes. I'm going to take my own advice and start keeping track.

Trivial Syncronicities and I.A.

 A little bit ago, I posted about a trivial, yet also unnerving, bit of synchronicity.

Happened again today. In my mind; not thinking out loud, not mentioning it to anyone, not looking up info and links on Google, just in my mind, about eating a lot more veggies. "I really need to up my intake here on veggies, and fruits. I know there are powdered drinks and juices you can get to help get this started." I found myself thinking I should check out my local nutrition stores to help me find something along those lines.

An hour or so later, I'm on Facebook and yes, an ad pops up about a super uber industrial strength veggie powered power house drink of the upmost. Have not seen that ad before, ever. So, that.

And the day before yesterday, thinking about the movie Ghost Busters. The remake with the female cast, and how unfair and blatantly sexist the criticism of that movie was. I liked that movie. The first one of course, but also, the remake. No doubt Halloween had me thinking along those lines. But there are hundreds of movies in that genre I could have been thinking about. 

Next day (Halloween) Parade magazine had an article about GhostBusters. The first one. But nothing about the remake, which I thought odd. Why ignore the remake? 

A Glitch Moment While Reading

 I'm not sure if what happened earlier today was synchronicity, or a glitch in the veil, or what, but it was both startling and trivial. As these things often are.  Moments of intense weirdness in the midst of the mundane. "It" trying to get our attention.

I just started reading a new mystery on my Kindle. The main character is walking down the street, and I read something like "... then I saw the monkey trees." Or, "... there were monkeys in the tree." I thought, that can't be right! Makes no sense. I re-read and it was "The sycamore trees were beautiful." Or something like that. Whew.

About three chapters later, the character's husband buys her a monkey tree (monkey puzzle tree) and his nickname for her is "Monkey Tree."

These moments, for me, come in little clusters. A number of them will happen frequently for a couple of weeks, then, gone. I think the energy that is this synchronicity mirrors my own energy of inconsistency. If I were more consistent, these things would happen more often. And maybe more vividly; more serious instead of everyday stuff. Maybe. Then again, maybe not, and it's just business as usual in the realm of the weird.

Either way, thank you for the nudge.

Oddly Curious, But Not Enough To Be Truly Odd

I'm still here! Actually, over there, on Word Press. Orange Orb is now on Word Press, has been for awhile now. Many thanks to those who are curious enough to check out Orange Orb on Word Press. For example, this post, on a not very interesting but still kind of weird episode.

Earthquake Synchronicity

A little bit of a synchronicity. Something woke me up Saturday night. Or, early morning. It was late, but I don't know the time. I was awake, just . . . there, in the dark, and suddenly felt the shake. From perfectly still to a real shake. No trucks, etc. had gone by, the cat hadn't jumped on the bed (and our cat wouldn't have made just a strong shake like that anyway) just one single strong jolt of a shake. Then, nothing. My first and only thought "earthquake." So I waited, half expecting another one to follow. Nothing. I went back to sleep.

Then this:

(CNN)A 6.4 magnitude earthquake hit a remote part of Alaska on Sunday, according to the US Geological Survey.

There have been no reports of injuries to people, or damage to places or pipelines, after the quake on Alaska's North Slope, according to the University of Alaska Fairbanks' Alaska Earthquake Center.

A Synchronicity Diamond UFO Memory

Many years ago, I saw a diamond shaped UFO.

I was in bed, curtains open. Looking at the night sky. It was around midnight. I'd been looking through the window off and on for what seemed hours -- couldn't get to sleep. Suddenly I noticed what I assumed was a star, or planet, very very bright. Aside from its brightness, it seemed not only larger than a typical star, but shaped differently. I got out of bed to look out the window. Yes, this sparkling brilliant 'star' was diamond shaped. It was always turning. In place, stationary, but revolving. Around and around. Spinning. I watched it closely. I wanted to make sure I wasn't just seeing the normal effect (autokinetic effect) -- that perception that stars are moving. But it wasn't that, because it wasn't a star or planet. It wasn't there at all, then, it was. It was much larger and brighter than a star or planet. It truly was moving in place; spinning. I look at the sky all the time, and I would have noticed the appearance during the night of any bright star or planet in that place. 

I watched it for what seemed like hours. Spinning in place. Large. Bright. Not moving across the sky. 

A few days later, I was at the home of a woman who did my nails. She was very interested in UFOs, and had seen a few in her life. She told me that she had noticed a strange light in the sky recently, and proceeded to describe the diamond shaped light I saw. 

It didn't come back. If it had been a star, it would have made more than one appearance in the sky.

Updated: Missing Time DreamTiny UFO Synchronicities of the Day

Posted below yesterday. Last night, had a disturbing dream of being at work; but I was late in returning from lunch. Three hours late. In the dream, I had absolutely no memory of what had happened. I didn't know where I was during those three hours. I told co-workers I was very concerned, missing time -- scary! Was I losing my mind? Slowly, other co-workers came forward, to say they too had had missing time in the past day or two. They did not know where they had been, what happened. Someone mentioned "aliens" and we all fell silent. No one wanted to open up that can of worms. None of us solved the mystery of the missing time.

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Nothing much, but the ever attuned mystic-synchro mind couldn't help but note that today:

     Woke up with a nosebleed. Me, at 64. Used to get them all the time when I was a child. But now?
     Nothing so sinister, alien wise. Far more likely that the nosebleed had to do with allergies. Which are really bad, worse than usual, in the "Valley of Sickness" here in the Willamette Valley in Oregon. And in fact, a co-worker had a nosebleed recently, as well as a fifth grader. This morning's local paper even had an article on the bad allergy laden air around these parts.


     Chatting with a co-worker on the way in this morning; we mentioned our sleep and dream patterns, etc. and she says "I've had dreams about aliens, but they're just dreams. At least I tell myself that." (paraphrasing.) So I of course say "Are you sure they're just dreams?" and "How do you know?" (they're just dreams.) I tell her we have to talk; she tells me she's not sure she believes in aliens, and yet, but, . . . I tell her about how "I'm all about that stuff!" and she seemed interested.

     Late this afternoon, my spouse mentions the Monk episode of the UFO. As much as we are fond of that show, when it came to UFOs, oh, it's sad. Typical take on the tin foil hat wearing joke heads who "believe" in UFOs. And oh, yes, the "UFO" turned out not to be a UFO at all, of course. Because there are not such things.

Synchronicity: Portals Open?

This morning, dozing in bed not ready to get up yet, allowing my mind to just wander and half-dream, the image of a bald eagle popped into my head. My mind was full of thoughts about the bald eagle, it's symbolism, it's juxtapositions (fanatical nationalism vs. gentle patriotism), it's power in cultures the world over, etc. I was developing quite the professorial lecture on bald eagles in my head.

We wake up, are in the kitchen making our breakfasts. Jim creates a little mix of cream cheese with bleu cheese dressing. I mention the cheese balls we used to make during this time of year, using cream cheese and bleu cheese, among other ingredients. We talked about the co-worker he got the original recipe from. We agreed it would be a treat to make those again.

Go into the living room to have our morning meal and read the paper. Right there on the page in the city section is a color photograph of a bald eagle. Turn to another section; a recipe for a cheese ball. Not only that, but "Oregon Cheese Ball." (I live in Oregon.) First two ingredients: cream cheese and bleu cheese.

Register-Guard, December 28 2016 photo by Chris Pietsch

So, trivial as these two synchronicities are, it's still startling. Often such synchronicities are trivial. But is their very appearance trivial? I don't think so.

Register-Guard December 28 2016

What makes the series of synchronicities come and go? Is it us - -- something we're doing, consciously or unconsciously, that invites or allows whatever force that presents synchronicities to visit us? Maybe. It could also be intent on our part, intentional inviting in of such things. For example, when working with crystals and stones as well as meditation, I've increased the synchronicites that occur. There's a paranormal/supernatural connection too. Sometimes, when I've been active in thinking about UFOs, these synchronicities happen. (Which suggests that there is a lot more we don't understand about the UFO experience, and that it just isn't mindless alien-bots or nuts and bolts.) The body's state of health seems to have something to do with this: for two weeks now I've been "off," down with some kind of stomach virus, fatigue, a bit of typical seasonal depression, and a bad tooth. Might be a weakened physical state lowers all of our defenses, not just physical, opening up our awareness of normally undetected things. We're able to sense what's  coming through the portals.

MORE Missing 411 High Strangeness: "Predator Saran-Wrap" Synchronicity

I had a strange dream the other night, which I posted here and on my Frame 352 Sasquatch blog. That dream had to do with David Paulides Missing 411 books and what I called a "predator" type being:

Out of nowhere, I am grabbed by invisible hands. I sense their presence, I know that they are here, but I can’t see who -- or what -- they are. I get a glimpse of these things. They shimmer in and out, sort of like the Predator. These things look human like in some ways. They have two arms and legs like humans, etc. But they are about seven feet tall and muscle bound, like The Hulk. They grab me by the arms and feet and drag me up the hill. My friends are completely unaware of what’s going on. I scream with everything I have but they can’t hear me. (Regan Lee, Orange Orb)

A few odd coincidences followed that post, which I also wrote about here.

Last night, David Paulides was the guest on Coast to Coast. George Knapp was the host. Great interview. Paulides was on to discuss his new book Missing 411: Hunters. During that interview, Knapp and Paulides discussed the strange experience of Jan Maccabee. She is married to UFO researcher Dr. Bruce Macabee. In that interview, Paulides describes a shimmering, predator like being Ms. Macabee saw -- and photographed -- while out in the woods in his article, complete with images, “Predator in the Forest” or Jan's Weird Experience. The following is from Maccabee's article:

Suddenly the woods went quiet.  Noise stopped. The silence was “weird.”  It so surprised and unnerved her that she wrote a text message to her friend (thereby documenting this event): Something is wrong.  The woods just went to a dead silence. No squirrels, no birds, no crickets.  Is odd!  (6:23 PM EDT) She thought a coyote or maybe a black panther or some predator animal caused the quiet as she knows (as hunters know) that when a predator such as a bear, for example, enters an area the other animals tend to become quiet.  Then she became aware that a weird visual “effect” was moving rightward across her field of view at an apparent distance of maybe fifteen to twenty feet.  She described it as if looking through "saran wrap."  Perhaps a more apt comparison would be like looking at a mirage above a hot road.  She compared this distortion of the scene as being somewhat like the effect of the invisible creature in the PREDATOR movie!  This distortion was at a higher altitude than her 15 ft above the ground, perhaps about 25 ft above the ground..  She took her glasses off and rubbed her right eye thinking at first she had a floater (a mote in the eye).  But after rubbing it was still there and not a floater. (Bruce Maccabee) 

When I heard Paulides describe the predator, sara-wrap type image, I almost fell out of the chair! While there are differences between the dream and the shimmering, predator like effect Jan Macabee saw, (desert/woods, dream/reality) the specific similarity of the predator image is certainly startling.

Synchronicity: Golden Light and Picture Post Cards

Two synchronicities today.

Last night, or early this morning, I had a strange experience. A brilliant, beautiful and intense golden light filled up in my head. I was awake, not dreaming or asleep. Just waking up… this light was sort of like those so-called "head explosions" but different in many ways as well. The color, for one ("head explosions are white, in my experience) and there wasn't any sound. And the emotion that accompanied this golden light -- incredible! Just profound. I knew it was important, and special. Why it was, I don't know, simply that it was. As the light was beginning to fade away, I very distinctly heard my name being called. I had the impression the spirit or entity (angel?) was both male and female, or, also, that the energy or entity was more than one single being.

This afternoon someone shared with me their experience of a sighting. I won't write about it without permission, but this person did say that part of the encounter included a golden light, and that the experience had deeply affected them.

Later this evening, I was reading Jim my post on the 7 Foot Eagle "mind post card." (see post below.) As soon as I said "mind post card" Jim interrupted me and showed me what he had just written a minute before. (He had been writing when I asked him if he could listen to my reading the post. He said "In a sec, I just want to finish this sentence.") The sentence: "… she rented a villa above a picture post card isle."

Active lately; synchronicity, dreams, visions. I have put out the intent of intentionally recalling encounters; it's possible the call has been heard and answered. Or, just more weird for its own sake. I think on some level it's as simple as the latter, even while equally and concurrently profound on another.

Synchronicity Surge

Like most things metaphysical in my life, occurrences are random, or at least they seem so. For example, flurries of synchronities; not only random, but trivial, have been bombarding me the past couple of days. Why do they come in bunches, and why are they shallow? Have I been doing something special in terms of invoking the synchronicity gods, and have they answered with typical trickster like 'tude, giving me coincidences all right, but with no meaning?

My own laziness (I should start another blog: The Lazy Witch or some such) no doubt contributes. I haven't been writing these down but here goes:

1. Out of the blue, thinking of Cowboy Junkies and how great they were. What happened to them, I wondered, etc. Turn on the car radio, and there they were, singing Sweet Jane.




2. Another musical synchronicity: thinking of the wondrous Leonard Cohen -- is there anything new out, and so on, when I visit my FB page a few moments later see the ad for his new CD Popular Problems, to be released in September.

3. Actress Valerie Harper (Rhoda, etc.) pops into my head. No idea why. Idly wondered if she was still alive. Little bit later checking the TV listing for the day and see that The Haunting Of . . .  (with medium Kim Russo) season premier that night stars Valerie Harper (very much alive) and her long ago experience with a ghost.

4. (paraphrasing, but close) "If you still think this is all just coincidence then you haven't  been paying attention." This on the television show Under the Dome, which I never watch. But being tired after a day spent in the ER I was allowing myself to be a TV watching vegetable for the evening. (I'm fine by the way, but yeah, that was fun!)

I notice the trivial synchronicity moments all have to do with entertainment. Many more to list but that's the idea.

Orb Synchronicity

Today, I began work on my book, tentatively titled Entering the Orb. It feels great to be working on this!

The other day, I was thinking how I'd like to hear from others about their UFO -- especially orange orb sightings -- and anomalous experiences in general. Not look ago, Yahoo ate my orange orb email; all my emails from people around the world, with photos and drawings of their encounters, lost. Very frustrating and sad.

So today, after working on my book, I check my email, to find a message from a witness who had read my article at Binnall; he sent me photos as well as a description of his sighting of orange orbs.

Synchronicity!

Oh, and if you have something to share; a UFO sighting, paranormal event, Bigfoot encounter, etc. I would love to hear from you. orangeorb@mail.com