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Coincidence: 10 Most Remarkable Coincidences in History; Top 15 Amazing Coincidences; 20 Most Amazing Coincidences; 25 Amazing Coincidences; COINCIDENCE proves we live in a Simulated Reality, 6/27/17

july_4th_1776 Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence, and John Adams helped to edit and hone it. The Continental Congress approved the document on July 4, 1776. Both Jefferson and Adams died on July 4, 1826 - exactly 50 years after the signing of the Declaration of Independence.

In 1858, Robert Fallon was shot dead by fellow poker players who accused him of cheating to win a $600 pot. None of the other players were willing to take the now unlucky $600, so they found a new player to take Fallon's place, who turned the $600 into $2,200 in winnings. At that point, the police arrived and demanded that the original $600 be given to Fallon's next of kin -- only to discover that the new player was Fallon's son, who had not seen his father in seven years.

In the 19th century, the famous horror writer Egdar Allan Poe wrote a book called 'The narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym.' It was about four survivors of a shipwreck who were in an open boat for many days before they decided to kill and eat the cabin boy whose name was Richard Parker. Some years later, in 1884, the yawl, Mignonette, foundered, with only four survivors, who were in an open boat for many days. Eventually the three senior members of the crew killed and ate the cabin boy. The name of the cabin boy was Richard Parker.

In 1973, actor Anthony Hopkins agreed to appear in "The Girl From Petrovka", based on a novel by George Feifer. Unable to find a copy of the book anywhere in London, Hopkins was surprised to discover one lying on a bench in a train station. It turned out to be George Feifer's own annotated (personal) copy, which Feifer had lent to a friend, and which had been stolen from his friend's car.

Cosmic Coincidence: One Mercury day is exactly two of it's years, during which time the planet has revolved on its own axis exactly three times.
Moon: From the surface of the Earth, the Sun and the Moon appear to be the same size; hence, both solar and lunar eclipses; and, the Moon's period of rotation is exactly to its period of revolution around the Earth; hence, we only ever see one side. Could our Moon be Artificial and Hollow?; Who 'Parked' the Moon in Perfect Circular Orbit Around Earth?, 12/9/13


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Déjà Vu: A Review of the Déjà Vu Experience; Déjà Vu, Consciousness, Time & English Pubs; Top 10 Strange Phenomena of the Mind; What Is Déjà Vu?


031116m 051016f 051115g 112716i 022716j 012914r-48Synchronicity: wikipedia; "There exists a type of phenomena, even more mysterious than telepathy or precognition, which has puzzled man since the dawn of mythology: the seeming accidental meeting of two unrelated causal chains in a coincidental event which appears both highly improbable and highly significant."    - Arthur Koestler
Synchronicity, Epiphany and James Joyce, 8/5/10; Michael Talbot - Part 1 Complete- Synchronicity and the Holographic Universe - Thinking Allowed, 12/18/10; Laws of Causality and… Synchronicity; Three Joycean Synchronicities, 7/31/12; William S. Burroughs lecture,writing class,June 25,1986,on paranormal,synchronicity,dreams, 1/26/13; Synchronicity & Signs from the Universe - Part 1 of 2 with Robert Perry - July 2012, 5/19/14; Heart of Synchronicity Is In The Bag, 7/18/14; Richard Tarnas on Synchronicity: Its History Before and After Carl Jung, 12/23/14; Synchronicity (Terence Mckenna), 4/30/15
F. David Peat: TIME, SYNCHRONICITY AND EVOLUTION; Divine Contenders: Wolfgang Pauli and the Symmetry of the World; Synchronicity: Bridge between Matter and Mind and the Resurrection of Spirit in the World, 6/29/6

Synchronicity is the occurrence of two or more events that appear to be meaningfully related but not causally related.
See the synchronicitous esoteric arts: Astrology, I Ching, Runes, Tarot; also...
Synchronicitous thinkers: James Joyce, Carl Gustav Jung, Wolfgang Pauli, Robert Anton Wilson

022715x Jung's first recorded example of a synchronicity "concerns a young woman patient who, in spite of efforts made on both sides, proved to be psychologically inaccessible. The difficulty lay in the fact that she always knew better about everything. Her excellent education had provided her with a weapon ideally suited to this purpose, namely a highly polished Cartesian rationalism with an impeccably “geometrical” idea of reality. After several fruitless attempts to sweeten her rationalism with a somewhat more human understanding, I had to confine myself to the hope that something unexpected and irrational would turn up, something that would burst the intellectual retort into which she had sealed herself. Well, I was sitting opposite her one day, with my back to the window, listening to her flow of rhetoric. She had an impressive dream the night before, in which someone had given her a golden scarab — a costly piece of jewellery. While she was still telling me this dream, I heard something behind me gently tapping on the window. I turned round and saw that it was a fairly large flying insect that was knocking against the window-pane from outside in the obvious effort to get into the dark room. This seemed to me very strange. I opened the window immediately and caught the insect in the air as it flew in. It was a scarabaeid beetle, or common rose-chafer (Cetonia aurata), whose gold-green colour most nearly resembles that of a golden scarab. I handed the beetle to my patient with the words, "Here is your scarab." This experience punctured the desired hole in her rationalism and broke the ice of her intellectual resistance. The treatment could now be continued with satisfactory result".

thames_bridge_in_fog The hymn "God Moves in a Mysterious Way His Wonders to Perform" was composed in 1799 by William Cowper of London. One evening he became so melancholy he decided to commit suicide. He hailed a taxicab and told the driver to take him to a Thames River bridge. But the fog was thick. After an hour of wandering aimlessly, the cab man said he gave up, he couldn't find the bloomin' bridge, and he didn't even know how to get his fare back home. Cowper stepped out only to realize that he was right in front of his own house. That's when he went indoors to write "God Moves..."

When Hart Crane was living in Brooklyn Heights, he decided to write a poem about the Brooklyn Bridge, which he could see from his window. It is the poem for which he is chiefly remembered. Only a year later did Crane discover that the address where he lived while writing The bridge was the address at which Washington Roebling, chief engineer on the bridge, had lived.

While the Allies were planning the Normandy invasion of June 6, 1944, the following code words were used (and were among the best kept secrets of the war); Utah and Omaha, the beaches where the American troops would land; Mulberry, the artificial harbor to be used after the landing; Neptune, the naval operations plan; Overlord, the entire invasion. On May 3, 1944, the first code word, Utah, appeared as an answer to the London Daily Telegraph crossword puzzle. On May 23, Omaha appeared in an answer to a Telegraph puzzle. On May 31, Mulberry appeared. And on June 2, four days before the invasion, Neptune and Overlord both appeared.
British Intelligence investigated this matter extensively. They found that the man who created the crosswords was innocent of espionage, had no knowledge of the invasion and was as puzzled as they were.

M. Deschamps, as a boy in Orleans, France, was presented with a piece of plum pudding by a guest of the family, M. de Fortgibu. Years later Deschamps, now a young man, ordered plum pudding in a Paris restaurant, only to find that the last piece had just been taken. The waiter discretely indicated the direction of the guilty patron who, it turned out, was none other than de Fortgibu. Many years later, at a dinner party where Deschamps was again offered plum pudding, he took the opportunity to recount the above events concerning de Fortgibu. Finishing his tale, and still eating his plum pudding, he remarked that all that was missing was de Fortgibu. Soon the door burst open and in came de Fortgibu himself, now a disoriented old man who had gotten the wrong address, and so had entered by mistake.

hedgehog English novelist Dame Rebecca West was writing a story in which a girl finds a hedgehog in her garden. As West wrote this passage, she was interrupted by servants who informed her they had just found a hedgehog in the garden.
Another time she was researching a specific episode that took place during the Nuremburg war crimes trials: "I looked up the trials in the library and was horrified to find they are published in a form almost useless to the researcher. They are abstracts, and are catalogued under arbitrary headings. After hours of search I went along the line of shelves to an assistant librarian and said 'I can't find it, there's no clue, it may be in any of these volumes.' I put my hand on one volume and took it out and carelessly looked at it, and it was not only the right volume, but I had opened it at the right page."

When Norman Mailer began his novel Barbary Shore there was no Russian spy in it. As he worked on it, a Russian spy became a minor character. As the work progressed, the spy became the dominant character. After the novel was finished, the Immigration Service arrested a man who lived one flight below Mailer in the same building. He was Colonel Rudolf Abel, named as the top Russian spy in the United States at that time.

Nagasaki is mentioned in conjunction with Uranium in a book published in 1939.

Novelist William Burroughs, while living in Tangier in 1958, had a conversation with a Captain Clark, who mentioned that he had been sailing 23 years without an accident. That day, Captain Clark had his first serious accident. In the evening, while thinking about this, Burroughs flipped on the radio and heard a bulletin about a crash of an airliner. The flight number was 23 and the pilot was also a Captain Clark.

A publisher, Jeffery Simmons, of W.H. Allen & Co., after 25 years in publishing, finally found himself for the first time in the position of having to destroy his entire stock of a book by pulping it - selling the books for their value as mere wood pulp. He did not know where to find a paper mill to buy the books, so he went upstairs to ask the production manager. Though the production manager did not know either, a young boy from the warehouse happened by that moment and, hearing the conversation, volunteered the name of the Phillips Mills, with which he was familiar because it was located near his home. Using the production manager's phone, Simmons asked the secretary to obtain that firm's phone number. She answered, "Their representative is here". Simmons at first thought she was joking, but the representative had, indeed, walked in just a few minutes before. He was an old man whose business rounds took him by the publishing company almost daily, though he had not previously stopped there. He had entered that day on an impulse and, after conducting the day's business, did not return again.

synchronicity_science_myth One of the authors of Synchronicity, Science, Myth and the Trickster (Combs & Holland) was on the way to pick up a book, The Psychology of Consciousness, by Robert Ornstein, previously loaned to a friend. As he started out of the door of his office, a colleague engaged him in a conversation about an article in the magazine Human Nature, a magazine edited by Robert Ornstein that has since gone out of business. He commented to his colleague that he was, in fact, at that moment on his way to pick up a book written by Ornstein. His attention was then caught by a package that moments before had arrived in the mail. It was from the offices of Human Nature magazine. Upon opening it, he found enclosed a copy of The Psychology of Consciousness, a gift copy for subscribing to the magazine!
Another: One of the authors of the above book called Synchronicity, Science, Myth and the Trickster was talking with a friend about Rupert Sheldrake's theories, discussing possible relationships to Bohm's notion of the implicate order. He happened to have a written transcript of a conversation between Sheldrake and David Bohm, which he loaned to this friend. The latter read it while listening to the local public radio station. The station happened to be airing one of a series of interviews titled Physics & Beyond, and he found himself listening to an interview with David Bohm in which he was talking about Sheldrake's theory!
And another: One of the authors of the above book was driving across town. He noticed that the car radio was playing an old popular song about "bad, bad, Leroy Brown", who among other things is said to be "meaner than a junkyard dog". The phrase stuck in his mind. He imagined that there must be actually such dogs living out their lives in junkyards, growing older and meaner by the day. These reflections were cut off abruptly as he switched stations. Instantly, he heard an advertisement for a local junkyard billing itself as the "home of the junkyard dog". He happened to look up and notice that he was passing a large junkyard. The sign read "Home of the Junkyard Dog".

Wolfgang Pauli, one of the inner circle of scientists who founded quantum physics, was acutely aware of improbable and creative coincidences in his own life. He was well known among the physicists of Europe for what was humorously called the "Pauli Effect". His presence alone was sufficient to cause complex scientific equipment to misfire.
Pauli visualized much of subatomic activity in terms of mirrors and their reflections, becoming virtually obsessed with mirrors. A friend wrote to him, teasing him about his "mirror complex". But Pauli wrote back, recalling the legend of Perseus and the Medusa. In the legend, Perseus was only able to slay the Medusa (read nuclear physics), whose appearance was so hideous as to turn men to stone, by looking at her reflection in his shield. At about this time Pauli received a paper from a former student, turned biologist, concerning a certain light sensitive fungus, mykes (the Greek word for mushroom). Shortly afterward, Pauli was reading a philosophical essay dedicated to Carl Jung, "about, of all things, the significance of the Perseus legend. It appears that after the Medusa venture, Perseus founded the town of Mykenea, which owes its name to a Greek pun. For on that site Perseus dug up a mushroom; but he had to dig so deep that a brook sprung up from the earth which quenched his thirst. So they called the town Mykene after that mushroom". It was said that Pauli roared with laughter upon reading this.

ROMANTSOV-VLADIMIR-2430018 Mythologist Joseph Campbell was at his home, a 14th floor apartment in New York City, while reading about the praying mantis, which plays the part of the Hero in Bushman mythology. He sat near a rarely opened window that faced 6th Avenue: "I was reading about the praying mantis - the hero - and suddenly felt an impulse to open the window ... I opened the window and looked out to the right and there was a praying mantis walking up the building. He was there, right on the rim of my window! He was this big [showing the size]; he looked at me and his face looked just like a Bushman's face. This gave me the creeps!"

A few years ago in Texas, a state highway motorcycle policeman named Allen Falby was injured in an accident. Alfred Smith, a businessman, stopped his car to see if he could be of assistance and found Falby bleeding severely from one leg. Using his tie as a tourniquet, Smith stopped the bleeding, thus saving Falby's life. Five years later the men met again. This time it was Smith who was badly hurt. Falby was the first to arrive at the accident, and as fate would have it, he found Smith bleeding from one leg. Only after Falby had applied a tourniquet to stop the bleeding did he recognize the businessman. Later, he was heard to comment jokingly, "One good tourniquet deserves another".

Perhaps no novelist in history has been as concerned with synchronicity as James Joyce. Samuel Beckett wrote "to Joyce reality was a paradigm, an illustration of a perhaps unstatable rule... It is not a perception of order or of love; more humble than either of these, it is a perception of coincidence." Over a hundred synchronicities appear in Joyce's Ulysses. When Joyce feared that he might die without finishing Finnegan's Wake, he selected James Stephens to complete it, not on literary grounds per se, but because Stephens had been born on the same day as Joyce (February 2, 1882) and in the same city (Dublin), and also because Stephens had the same first name as Joyce (James), and had a last name which differed only by one letter from the first name of Stephen Dedalus, Joyce's self-caricature in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and Ulysses.


Personal Synchronicity Reports

felicity 2/14/15 12p: Felicity: How many times do you hear someone use the word felicity in life? How many people even have any idea what it means? I didn't until a couple of days ago, when my wife used it in a conversation we had. Today, to illustrate an email to her and her son re: depression and happiness and ho'oponopono, one of the three images I came across and chose was a gif about felicity.
2/15/15 ~630p: Talked to my sister who was having a dinner party. She remarked that Felicity had just shown up.

122114h 12/26/14 419p: Halloween image on Christmas: Earlier today, for no reason, I had the thought of posting a Halloween picture on the day after Christmas. Just came across this picture:


100914d 10/9/14 818p: Every thing is everything: Monday (10/6/14) at 1144p I jotted down the phrase "Every thing is everything" in my journal. Tonight, without effort or intent, I came across this graphic.


2/8/14 1145a: Chess: It's been years since I have played a game of chess. A half an hour ago, for no reason as I was driving home, I was contemplating what an incredible game it is. When I got home, the first thing I did was check my emails; and, the first one was a forward of some interesting trivia; one of which was: "There are more possible games of chess than there are atoms in the known universe."


6/3/13: Nut Job:

----- Original Message -----
From: Lysander
To: Surya
Sent: Monday, June 03, 2013 7:40 PM
Subject: Nut Job P.S.

modern-nutjob_sm See attached photo of my partial desktop at 7:13 pm this evening. Came home from the store and was just diddling before thinking to take a nap. For no reason, I did a Search on tumblr of the word ‘conspiracy’ and, as you see, came up with 455 hits. The name of the very first site listed? “Modern Nutjob”.

----- Original Message -----
From: Lysander
To: Surya
Sent: Sunday, June 02, 2013 9:47 PM
Subject: Re: Nut Job

Has a ring to it, doesn’t it? Yeah, I’d say it is pretty well statistically proven that I am a nut job, so I have no issue with this. There are lots of good citizens who view me as a nut job and who presume that anyone who associates with me must be a nut job and in fact feel like a nut job themselves just standing next to somebody as nut job as me; and, I mean a LOT. Both Tiana Medwick and I see me as a nut job and neither of us even know me. Naomi and Kevin and you all see me as a nut job and you all really do (know me, I mean).

Upon reading your email, I was intrigued because I didn’t immediately recall Tiana’s name (as I never actually dated her). However, I realized that I must have done her chart and sure enough there she was in my Notoriously Informative Nut Job Accounting* where I discovered she had sat next to me at the bar at the Luigi's a few months ago and I had done her chart. She was attracted to me (or at least my face, amazingly enough) in our first meeting (Ace of Disks), but I never heard from her after I sent her her chart report (which is the norm, as anyone perusing their report will observe that it is posted on a website which is obviously a Nitwit’s Idiotic Nut Job Accumulation*).

As I must be responsible for both ‘dating’ strikes (though I never discussed karma with her), she must also have been one of the several who never followed up after responding to my Nefarious yet Incriminating Nut Job Ad*.

The thing is: Nut jobs like me (and, of course, I am a very particular essentially harmless kind of nut job) see almost everyone to be (at least partially; more commonly almost entirely) hypnotized zombies; and, nut jobs like me want to wake everyone up out of our zombiehood; or, at least, weed those of the female persuasion out from being potential wives or girlfriends. Not to brag, but I’ve been remarkably thorough and successful in this regard. If I was famous, certainly I would be a decent candidate for the nut job hall of fame, even if I do say so myself, as I’ve eliminated almost everybody – (just one to go, namely, me) - even you.

Que sera sera. You are all me, as I am all of you; and, I will say that as long as we all at least avoid getting microchipped, we will all experience nut-job-hood before all is said and done; and, I think we must be getting quite closer to this sur-reality.

Meantime, I appreciate your prayers and it’s nice to chat with you again.

Though my weed out system seems already quite ironclad, I’ll take you up on your offer to forward photos to you, as long as you provide me with the birthdata of any and all love interests who cross your path. Again, I promise not to make personal comments unless you want me to.
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*N.I.N.J.A. [National Institution for Nut Jobs Anonymous, for which I am currently the lone and founding member (though we do expect more will follow)]. :))

----- Original Message -----
From: Surya
To: Lysander
Sent: Sunday, June 02, 2013 7:54 AM
Subject: Re: for what it's worth

You dated a women who had dinner with us the other night. Tiana. She is an old frind of Kevin's. She had dinner with us (you included) when Naomi and Kevin first moved here over on Crestville. It was Christmas time. Two nights ago she was here and talking about her dating strike outs and said the first guy wanted to know her astrology to see if they had karma together and the second guy was into conspiracy and what a crazy he was. She checked out his website and saw what a nut job he was. We all looked at each other and said, "Lysander?" I said you were my ex and that we all had dinner 2 years ago. She was wondering why you looked so familiar. Well, she was pretty embarrased. She said you had a nice face. I couldn't really be around her for very long. She is an extremely me centered person. Small town and small world.
Maybe next time you want to date someone send me her picture and I can let you know if you are wasting your time or not cause I probably know her. :)) I think of you often and pray for your life and well being.


Personal Report #12

Submitted September 6, 2012

This report is about all of the feminine contact in my life this year (which is practically none.) In and of itself, this is not significant regarding warranting yet another Personal Report. What's interesting are the continuing coincidences; hence the posting to this particular webpage. This report is also about a couple of homes.

Near the end of Report #10, from Paris, I stated that - thanks to Craig's List and the internet - the new home I would soon be 'returning' to, interestingly enough, was the other half of the very same duplex I had lived in just prior to moving in with my eventual wife and daughter, seven or eight years before.

Also, as already reported, my Indian adventure was pretty solitary. Always, I was hoping that a good love affair would present itself, but the closest one came was a couple of walks and dinners that I shared with a beautiful woman from New Zealand, who happened to have been born in the same month and year (and astrological sign - Sagittarius) as my wife. (See here in Report#6.) Occasionally, I look back wistfully on that time with Tiru; wondering how it may have been, had I been less internally conflicted; further on in the mental and emotional processing of my divorce.

maruti In the months since I've been back, I've settled well into my 'new' place - new routine is pretty similar to the old routine - and have handled most of the major things on my list of things to do to get my life together: My weight and strength and vitality are back up to where they were before I left on my trip... A new feline companion is my pride and joy... still missing, however, having a woman in my life.

So, a month or so ago, I registered on one of the more well know internet dating sites, which has, thus far, resulted in three dates.

The first was 2-1/2 weeks ago with a local beautician in which it was evident right off to both of us that we were no match. Her birthday is a different year, but the exact same date as my wife, aka ex-wife.

The second - weekend before last - was a little more pleasant, but again, clear to me that this relationship would not be going anywhere either. It's just worth noting that she, too, is a Sagittarian - the third in a row - fourth, if you count my wife (with no other Sun signs represented) - which shows how well I had gotten her out of my system, I suppose.

Earlier this evening was my third date, which I knew beforehand was not with another Sagittarian. Actually, I had been kind of reserving this evening to potentially audition at this season's first rehearsal of the town 'Peace Choir', but decided to skip that once my date emailed me that for her it was a good evening to meet. I can hardly imagine myself getting involved in something as politically correct as peace, anyway - a town 'Freedom Choir' would be way more up my alley.

This date also will probably not go aywhere, either - she's a dog person, whereas I'm a cat person; she likes to think of herself "as someone who embraces all religions equally", whereas I'm more likely to reject them, not necessarily equally- but, for sure, it was the best one yet. Before our meeting, I read her profile again and noticed for the first time that she mentioned that she owns "a casual cafe based on healthy Food, Organics, and Sustainability"; and, wondered which cafe it was.

Duck-Pond We had agreed to meet at the lower duck pond, the one nearest the square at the center of town where lots of shops and eateries are. It is not an easy place to find parking, especially at the dinner hour, but I happily spotted an immediate parking place as I pulled into the vicinity, directly in front of the restaurant I would find out, a few minutes later, is the exact restaurant that the woman I was soon to meet owns. Oddly, it had not been one that had come to my mind as I was driving to our date.

As I said, we hit it off fairly well. We walked and related to each other the recent stories of our lives. Along the trail, occasionally there are benches, most or all of them having some town resident-who-has-died's name inscribed on them. One of the first things she said was we were on the lookout for Dave's bench; explaining to me that she had been in the Ashland Peace Choir for five years up until a couple of years ago, when Dave, the choirmaster during those years, died from Mad Cow's disease. Also, before my turn to say much, she told me that she had, just in the last two or three months, moved to a new house, out of town a short distance; having had to sell her old house as part of her recent divorce.

Now I have to back up for a minute.

My wife and daughter and I had been blessed to rent and live in what was, for me, a luxurious home, up a hill a ways, with a great view of much of this town of 25,000 people or so. Shortly after I returned from my trip, to my new 'old' much more humble home, my wife closed escrow on her new home - one block over and one block down from where we had lived for five years and where she and daughter had continued to live until then. Anyway, much of my first two weeks back in the country was spent helping my wife clean out our old house as she moved in to her new one.

My date asked me where I had lived; and, when I told her, she remarked: "Well, that's a coincidence - that's just a block over from my house which I had to sell".

It turns out, of course, that the very house my wife and daughter own and live in now, is the same house that my date this evening called home for seven years, until selling it to them!

As if to add an exclamation to the moment; just five seconds or less after our shared realization - ahead of us on the path, coming from the other direction, we ran into Kristen, a friend of mine who I hadn't run into since at least last year some time, who's first words after calling my name, yet from some distance away, were: "well, how synchronicitous it is running into you..." and proceeded to tell me how she and a mutual friend, Jyothi (who I saw once, briefly, this year, since I've been back, and is interjected to here in Report #3 and alluded to here in Report #6) had talked about me earlier in the day.

Sometimes, all you can do is shrug and shake your head.

Only now do I recall that my wife had told me, three months ago when we were cleaning out our old house, who she bought her new house from. Not really knowing the parties involved, it hadn't fully registered in my mind at the time. Most definitely, it has now.

Postscript (a few days later): Nah, none of my dates led to more dates. I give up trying to push the river.

Personal Report #1; Personal Report #2; Personal Report #3; Personal Report #4; Personal Report #5; Personal Report #6; Personal Report #7; Personal Report #8; Personal Report #9; Personal Report #10; Personal Report #11; Personal Report #12; Synchronicity Reports


rattle_necklace 6/1/12: Rattlesnake: My brother and his family are visiting from Arizona for the weekend; staying with my Dad at his house just past the edge of town, in which he has lived for the last 20 years. As is always the case in warm weather, I found them under the trees, around the patio table in the backyard, when I went over in the late afternoon.
We talked and reminisced for an hour and a half or so, until it was nearing time for me to leave and them to head off to the Mexican restaurant for dinner.
The last topic of conversation went from dangerous critters my brother's cat had brought home over the years (scorpions, tarantulas, etc.) to the subject of rattlesnakes that had been spotted recently. My Dad remarked that he had found one in his upper field a few years ago, which surprised me, as it was the first time I'd ever heard of it and I don't even think that I had previously realized that there were rattlesnakes immediately around here.
Before making my exit, I got up to take my empty beer can to the hooch, about 10 yards, behind me, from where we were all sitting. Directly in my path, half way there, I was amazed to find on the ground an alive, two and a half to three foot long rattler, minus it's rattles, facing in our direction. My Dad scooped it up with a long stick and threw it over the fence.
[NOTE: We don't know for sure that it was a rattler; in fact, after some internet research the next day, we decided it had probably been a garter snake with it's tail bitten off.]
buddha_statue_with_insect_shell Addendum #1: Later in this same evening, after posting the above report, I emailed the link to it to a few people on my email list. The first one who replied back with a comment was a photographer friend who lives half way to the coast from here. She said: "And this is what I discovered out back today... my buddha statue with the shell of the insect that had 'evolved' or shed its skin, like snakes do too... you know my brother who died one year ago yesterday was called 'rattler', and had rattlesnakes tattooed all over him... interesting... thanks."
Addendum #2: Received this from my aunt on June 2nd: "But my "favorite" story is the one I've heard about me. At Kirby (Great G'ma's gold mine area). I was lying on a blanket as a baby outside under a tree while they were all picnicking or something when they discovered a rattlesnake curled up on my blanket. Obviously, it was removed without hurting me!! Maybe that is why I'm such a "sidewinder" ...giggle!" The synchronicity here is that Kirby is the tiny town (population: 400) in which my friend in Addendum #1 above, lives! My aunt has probably not been there in over six decades.
Addendum #3: Received this from my oldest and one of my dearest friends on June 3rd: "We were driving to Santa Fe on Friday [June 1st]. We stopped at the Petrified Forest for a break from the drive. She [wife] went into the Visitor Center while I took the dog around back to the beginning off a paved little trail. As I approached the gate a man on the other side cautioned that I may want to hold my dog until a snake passed by. There right at my feet and a step to the right was about a 3 1/2 foot light brown snake. No rattles. I had not seen a snake in years."

Free_prisoner_by_veprikov 8/10/11: Laughing Buddha: A friend forwarded an email to me today called "Feng Shui for Prosperity: What’s In Your Money Corner?". One of the things the article said is that it is good feng shui to have a laughing buddha in one's southeast prosperity corner. I replied: "Thanks - already I have a prosperity corner - it worked well for a long time - now I'm going to add a laughing Buddha to it." - I cc'ed the reply to my wife, so she would know that we needed to get a laughing buddha.
At this time, my wife and daughter were visiting San Francisco for a few days; staying at a friend's house in the city. They were out and about all this day, being tourists. In Chinatown, my wife purchased a laughing buddha, with the intention of giving it to their host as a thank you gift. Later that evening, they came back to the house - my wife checked her email and realized she was going to have to get her host something else for a gift.

7/21/11: Macondo Curse and Crying in the Womb: This afternoon, I began reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude" by Gabriel Garcia Marqeuz; finished the first chapter and then we went to dinner. Three and a half pages before the end of the first chapter, there is this: "Aureliano, the first human being to be born in Macondo, would be six years old in March. He was silent and withdrawn. He had wept in his mother's womb and had been born with his eyes open. As they were cutting the umbilical chord, he moved his head from side to side, taking in the things in the room and examining the faces of the people with a fearless curiosity."
I remarked to my wife that I recalled that Macondo was the name of the BP oil well site of last year's Gulf oil disaster.
Shortly after we returned from dinner, we decided to watch the movie: "Like Water For Chocolate". The movie didn't grab me and we watched only the first few minutes - but in those first few minutes, the future heroine is born. At one minute and 54 seconds into the movie, the heroine narrates: "My mother used to say that I am as sensitive to onions as my Great-Aunt Tita was. She even cried inside her mother's womb, whenever my Great-Grandmother chopped onions."
I am embarassed to have to report that after watching just the first few minutes of the aformentioned movie, we ended up watching the entirety of a very B grade movie called "Skinwalkers" which is about a werewolf curse. Here is the Macondo section of the Gulf oil spill page. There are two links that have been there for over a year, including BP Macondo oil well: Fictional ancient curse becoming reality, 6/27/10.
Apparently, the word 'macondo' in Haitian means 'the Devil's food' and is a curse.

6/5/11 Rosetta Stone: Last week, the wife asked me to examine the RosettaStone Spanish lessons. Today, it is still on the list of things to do as I haven't gotten to it yet. Someone just sent me this link: DNA Rosetta Stone in Starchild Skull, 6/4/11. Here's what wikipedia has to say.- SB

CarolSassy-2197167 On July 17, 2010, we were inspired to Search the occult connections of Sirius and created a section for it on the Occult page of this website. [Now it has its own page.]
Came across the link: Pentagon Attack and other Isis (Sirius) Rituals, 9/9/6: An eighth of the way down the page, it talks about the 5 pointed Columbine flower. Just after the picture it says: “Another way of connecting the pentagram and pentagon with the dove is by the close proximity of the star signs for the Columba (the dove) and Canis Major (Sirius) constellations in the heavens.”
A couple of days before, we didn’t answer a call that didn’t leave a message, but as the call was coming in, the phone identified it as being from Collumbine Just. Completely unrelated, the day before that, we were contacted by a woman named Columba G. – left a 3rd voicemail, playing phone tag with her, today.
On the evening of July 17th, we went out and saw the movie "Cyrus".
Upon returning home: did a Search ‘Sirius and the Occult’ and came across a site headlined by "Miley Cyrus: Mind Controlled Disney Slave from Sirius", 4/28/8