SYNCHRONICITY AND THE OTHER SIDE - Trish MacGregor and Rob MacGregor

BOOK REVIEW

Believe it or not, life continues after you die  -

This is how the writing team of Trish MacGregor and Rob MacGregor introduce us to their latest book, Synchronicity and the Other Side. 

As they quote Emerson in The Over-Soul...”the influences of the senses has in most men overpowered the mind to the degree that the walls of space and time have come to look solid, real  and insurmountable; and to speak with levity of those limits in the world is the sign of insanity.”  However, they assure the reader that here we will see...”the walls separating this world and the other world are not insurmountable, that we can obtain messages from deceased loved ones, that guidance can be found, that a larger picture of life and life hereafter is readily available...and that...the more contact one makes, the more the so-called realm of the dead appears to be buzzing with life, potential and promise.”  Then, just as the authors assure us of what awaits us, they methodically and comprehensively go about leading us on this journey of awareness and understanding, receptivity and communication, to synchronicity and the other side. 

Synchronicity is basically a “meaningful coincidence”, according to Carl Jung, or...”the coming together of inner and outer events in a way that is meaningful to the observer and can’t be explained by cause and effect...”  In the journey to communicate with our loved ones who are now on that other side, synchronicity becomes the guiding light through the darkness of misconception and misinformation, turning impossibility into not only possibility, but probability, using the information and techniques set out [again] by these authors of synchronicity.  

The MacGregors come about speaking on the subject of synchronicity with authority.  Their last co-authored book, The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity, was born as a result of the MacGregors’ life-long interest in meaningful coincidences.  As their own awareness in the subject grew, so, too, did their desire to write a book about synchronicity.  In early 2009, using the technological tool of the internet for research and to sample their blog [http://www.synchrosecrets.com/synchrosecrets/] audience, their collection of “synchronicities from around the world” amassed rapidly.  So it was that their first book on synchronicity was born - a guide leading the reader into the deep jungle of our own subconscious, lighting the way for our own awareness, creativity and life experiences, particularly, meaningful coincidences, to grow and flourish.  See my review of this timely and informative book at http://gypsywomanworld.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html.

Now, taking the reader further on this “ultimate journey” now with their newest book, Other Side not only expounds upon theory, it is replete with actual life stories and experiences of people around the world, including those of the authors.   Contact with those on the other side through altered states such as dreams and near-death experiences is examined.  The use of healing spirits [shamans, mystics and holistic healers] is introduced.   Spirit contact through synchronicities before or after the soul’s passing is  deeply looked into, leaving one thinking that “...perhaps...ideas...of the nature of consciousness...should be re-evaluated.”  Another avenue of spirit contact is through encounters with ghosts or spirits and, again, real life experiences abounding in synchronicity are shared.  Almost everyone has had experience with clusters of things - clusters of numbers or names or words or objects - whatever.  Such repetitions may be telling us that we “...should pay attention...the universe...is speaking...to us...one on one, about an issue that may be holding...us...back or about an idea or belief that may move...us...forward.”  Objects of interest are another way in which spirit contact is often experienced, with an object [belonging to, or associated with, the departed loved one] long lost or even unknown, resurfacing, or showing itself in some way.  Then, there is the “spirit of the trickster” - that “...archetypal figure often associated with the transition from life to death.”  Trickster spirits can wreak havoc with our emotions with their sometimes disturbing nature, “creating strife” and testing our strength and resolve in certain instances.   Even animals, including our pets, may be attuned to the spirit world...”vehicles of synchronicity and spirit contact.”   Spirit guides may come to us through dreams, through the use of a medium, or even in the “form of touch” like when you “...feel as if someone has just placed a hand on your shoulder or simply sense that someone is near...and you...experience an emotional reaction to contact, an overwhelming sense of elation, or shed tears of joy.”    

Regardless of the nature of contact with the other side, “when synchronicity is combined with spirit contact, new realms of possibilities and potentials open.”  Each of us has experienced moments of clarity in our lives - those moments when the muddled waters of life are made just a bit clearer, sometimes by a seemingly mundane event.  It is in those moments that we are able to see beyond the here and now and into the realm of the divine.  By using “synchronicity’s symbolic code”, the divine becomes all the closer.  The signs are everywhere.  By using the tools and techniques provided us in Synchronicity and the Other Side, cracking that symbolic code becomes all that much easier.

The works of these  award winning authors includes non-fiction subjects of dreams, astrology, yoga, animal symbolism and paranormal phenomena.   The fictional work of Trish MacGregor is replete with subjects of time travel, micro-chipping of animals and people, vanishings, parallel existences, governmental involvement and cover-ups, and more.  Her last novel, Esperanza, came out last year, and its sequel, Ghost Key, is to be released.  Rob MacGregor wrote Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and six other of the Indiana Jones original novels.  He has appeared on several major television network channels, as well.  His most recent novel, Double Heart, has just been released.   It follows the two others in this dynamic trilogy the includes Prophecy Rock [an Edgar winner] and Hawk Moon [Edgar nominee].   Still another book with the same protagonist is due out soon - Time Catcher. 

The MacGregors also write the Sydney Omarr astrology books [since Omarr’s death a number of years ago] which include twelve [12] sun sign books by individual zodiac sign with daily horoscopes, together with an annual volume divided into monthly sections.  In addition, they  maintain a must-see astrology blog in  Omarr’s  name  http://www.sydneyomarr.blogspot.com/.

Check out the MacGregors’  books at Amazon.  As I always say about their work - get it now - don’t wait. 

the absence...

absence of evidence

is not

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of

absence

SURREALESTATE IN SHREVPORT...

 

gypsy's brew is good for you - 

so sit a spell - let your spirits jell - 

and drink a lot from my little pot!!!

and while you're here,

take a stroll through a bit of 

surrealestate in shreveport!!!!

 TAYLORTOWN BELL TOWER

under the light of a full moon, the bride can still be seen on the upper tower platform searching the countryside, watching, waiting, yearning for her own true love - but, alas, he does not come - her heart, year after year, continues to break - so it is said - over 100 moons ago, there was a wealth plantation owner in taylortown whose beautiful daughter was bethrothed to a handsome young man who was the love of her life - the father was so thrilled for his daughter’s happpiness that he built a beautiful church just for the ceremony to be held - but, sadly, on the date of her marriage, the beautiful bride waited and waited - but for naught - her handsome groom never came - the young bride, heartbroken, day after day night after night, stood in the bell tower of her church looking for her betrothed, waiting for him to return and be her husband - but it was not to be - and she died of a broken heart - her father, so distraught over the death of his beautiful daughter, set the church on fire, burning it to the ground - however, the bell tower remained and he dedicated it to the memory of his loving daughter - where she remains to this day, watching, waiting, hoping....

THE LOGAN MANSION 

At 725 austin place sits the logan mansion, built in 1897 by LR Logan, a beer and ice manufacturer - it is a queen anne victorian house designed by architect nathaniel sykes allen -also over 100 years ago, in 1908, there lived across the street from the mansion a little girl - this beautiful little girl, on a visit to the mansion, fell to her death from the top window of the house - she remains there today where she is frequently seen in the window from whence she fell so many moons ago - she has also been seen, after midnight, playing in the front yard of the mansion - in the 1980's a radio station occupied the house and there were repeated reportings of unexplained activities like the lights going off and on and window shades going up and down by themselves - at one time, the station operator challenged the entities to “show their stuff” and the lights blinked off and on, the window shades rolled up and down and the radio station went off the air - teams of professional paranormal experts have more recently investigated and obtained positive results in the mansion -

BYRD HIGH SCHOOL

byrd high school is the school attended by my children - it’s on line avenue, a main north/south thoroughfare in shreveport - the school was built in 1925 and had a swimming pool back in those days - however, the pool was later closed when a female student drowned in it - a dance studio was then built above it - then, years later, in the catacombs of the school, a junior rotc instructor shot himself to death there and his spirit continues to haunt the school to this day -

see you later, little children.....

the gypsy's gone 
haunting.....

back after 
midnighttttttt...........

i wake up and he's dead - i wake up and he's alive...

Linda Hanson [Sandra Bullock] has a beautiful house, a loving husband and two adorable daughters. Her life is perfect, until the day she receives the devastating news that her husband Jim [Julian McMahon] has died in a car accident.

When she wakes up the next morning to find her husband alive and well, she assumes it was all a dream -

Or was it? Suddenly, her perfect life is turned upside down as she begins a desperate scramble to save her family and uncover the truth. Racing against time and fate, Linda will stop at nothing to discover the true meanings of reality and destiny -

- a great must-see film - it's been out a while but i don't tire of it - oh, and it's filmed in my hometown, shreveport louisiana -

we are never alone...

All houses are haunted.
All persons are haunted.
Throngs of spirits
follow us everywhere.
We are never alone.

the spirits of the bungalow...

in the post below - the girl in the yellow dress - i tell the story of how i came about being in my little 20's bungalow that i had fallen in love with and ultimately bought - and i mention that there were a number of inexplicable incidents while i lived there that happened to me and to my guests -

aside from the girl in the yellow dress, there were times when i, and/or others, were sure that someone else [in spirit form] was in the house, most often watching us, touching us, or walking past us - and most of these incidents took place in the same part of the house, the part directly involving the square hallway area where the closet/stairwell was, and the kitchen sink area which was visible from that hallway area -

for example, many times as i stood at the sink in the kitchen, i would "feel" someone behind me or beside me right outside the kitchen doorway and i would turn around fully expecting to see someone there even though i knew i was home alone - this same thing happened to my son - stephen is a burly biker boy type who is physically afraid of no one - however, when he would come visit, he never wanted to go into the kitchen for any length of time - for any reason - finally, i asked him what that was all about and he admitted that everytime he went to the sink area, he felt someone watching him and that he had felt someone walk past him with the air getting colder -

another time, a year or so before or after the incident above, when my son and his wife were visiting, i came home from work to find his wife sitting outside on the garage steps - i said hello and laughed and asked why she was outside in the heat - summers there were hot humid and hotter - and not inside in the cool air - she said that she'd been sitting there since noon and would not go back into the house until i got home - that she had been washing dishes and someone walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder and the room air had become frigid - she screamed and ran out of the house and was still sitting outside when i got home four hours later -

when my youngest daughter and her finance came to visit from the east coast, they had the guest room right off the downstairs hallway - now, i had not ever discussed these ongoing "oddities" with her or with him - i may have mentioned the girl in the yellow dress but not anything else and i had not mentioned the girl to her fiance at all - in any event, i awoke in the night to go into the kitchen and found mike sitting at my dining room table - i was more than a little surprised and asked him why he was there in the middle of the night - he responded that he could not sleep in the guest room - that there was "just something about the room" that he was frightening and unsettling - and, sure enough, he did not sleep in that room for the entire time they were there -

another daughter and a friend drove down from dc for a visit and i put them in the guest room also - and again, just as before, in the morning i found this friend asleep on the sofa - when asked about it, he said that there was something or someone in the guest room and he could not sleep there -

often times, from my room, i saw shadowy figures in the hallway area outside my door - and i experienced the thing of someone being behind me or watching me in the kitchen - but i never felt fear - it was just a bit disconcerting but not frightening - i mean, i just took it for granted after it happened a couple of times -

the girl in the yellow dress...

for many years i lived in my little 1926 bungalow that sat in the middle of a beautiful pecan tree covered lot - before i bought the house, for several years, i drove past it every day enroute to work and every day, i could not help but slow down and look at it - there was a qaintness and charm about it that set it apart from its neighbors although the houses in this subdivison were all early 20th century homes with big trees and lots of flowering shrubs - for some time it sat empty with no one living there - for me there was always a kind of familiarity - i had such an affinity for it so one day i tracked down its owner who lived in another town - and long story short i told him i wanted to buy the house - when i sent him my initial proposal by mail, i outlined all the things i envisioned for it and for me and my family and based upon that letter, he told me, he sold me the property in which he had raised his family -

when i moved in, i immediately began restoration of the main floor - the house also had an upstairs which had been finished out from attic space back in the 50's by the previous owner who had also, when he moved out, left upstairs all of the junk and debris from his years of living there - in any event, i began work downstairs first - at the center of the bottom floor sat a square island which housed a large closet and the stairwell - the closet door opened into a rectangular hallway space from which sat the other downstairs rooms - this closet door was directly opposite the door of the "mistress [in my case] bedroom" -

during this time, one of my daughters and her two small children lived with me - on this particular night, the children were in their beds and my daughter and i decided to watch television from my big bed where we sat with the overhead light out as we watched the movie - apparently, we both fell asleep and when the movie was over, the tv turned itself off - then i was awakened by a bright light in my face - and i looked up to see "my daughter" standing at my hallway closet with the door open and the light on - she had her back to me - her long hair was down - and she had on a yellow dress that i had not seen before - i was startled to see her there and asked her what she was looking for in the closet - and then i asked where she had gotten that yellow dress - the dress had a very fitted waist, a ruffle around the shoulders which dropped off the shoulders a bit with a full skirt gathered at the waist, a tied sash in the back and it was floor-length - i called her name several times - she didn't answer, but continued to stand there at the closet opening with her back to me - then, my daughter said to me, "mom, what's the matter?" and i turned to look at her and realized that she, cindy, my daughter, was on the bed beside me and she was not wearing a yellow dress - cindy had fallen asleep beside me and had never left the bed - when i quickly turned my head back toward the closet, the girl in the yellow dress was gone and the closet light was off with the door shut - cindy and i talked often about that night - and laughed about it at times - but it remained very real to me - and i never forgot it -

several years later, i was living alone again and my sister relocated to shreveport from dc and took the upstairs of my house as her space - we called in a contractor to come in and do some renovation and to clean out all the "junk" from the remaining attic space which we also planned to open up - the crew worked long hard days piling all the previous owner's leftover stuff and junk along side the curb for pick-up - one day, i had prepared lunch for the work crew and we were all sitting around my dining room table when something came up about all the things that they had pulled out of the attic - i had shared with my sister the story of the girl in the yellow dress and somehow the subject came up about other "spooky" incidents that had happened to me and to visitors in my home and then she said to them, "oh, so has jenean told you the story about the girl in the long dress?" - and the foreman responded, "was it a yellow dress with a big shirt and a big sash?" - then, he said "cause if it was a yellow dress, then, it's out there at the bottom of the junk pile - i pulled it out of the eaves in the side of the attic wall, the wall that runs along your bedroom outer wall" -

while we did not retrieve the dress from the junk pile - it was a huge junk pile of lumber, old air conditioners, furniture, big boxes of books, etc., and would have taken hours to "undo" to find the dress - the guy went on to describe the ruffles on the shoulders and other details i had seen on the girl at my closet -

the sad thing is that i never saw the girl again - nor did the other ongoing occurrences continue that had frightened so many visitors to my home - but i do wonder about her still - i researched court records and discovered that the home had been originally built by two women who both came from old prominant shreveport families -

the dream visit...

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in 1995 i went to the twin eagles pow wow in shreveport - it was the first one i had attended and my friend and i decided to go on opening day, taking along my twin granddaughters [aged 7] -

two nights before the pow wow, i had a very very vividly intense lucid dream - in my dream, which i realized to be a dream as i dreamed, i found myself in a completely pure white room - a single room with the white so bright as to be unimaginable - a pure unadulterated radiant white - in this room were several older women who were seated - no words were spoken but i knew that they were telling me that they were there to help me somehow - i can still see the cluster of them today, sitting with their long black hair the only real color in the room - they told me there was someone i needed to meet - and they were sending him to me - and through an opening in the room walked a very tall muscular man in native american regalia - he also verbalized nothing as he walked toward me - he was wearing a large plumed headband and dressed in solid white - i remember observing me from behind as i stood in the room - as he got closer to me, i awoke - and i remember watching him come closer toward me - as he got directly in front of me, i awoke -

the dream was one of those that leaves you overwhelmed with its intensity - wondering of its meaning - and feeling as if it were an actual "real" experience rather than a "dream" - i told my friend about it later that day and we laughed about it even, about the tall dark indian warrior coming to me in my dreams -

the day of the pow wow i gathered up my little granddaughters, picked up my friend and we drove to the pow wow at the shreveport fair grounds, and the huge arena in which it was being held - the crowd was enormous but we were able to get seats right on the second row from the front - perfect seats - the grand parade began with the marching out of different tribal representatives in full regalia - there were several sets of drummers chanting beating - the air was electrified - i heard nothing but the drums and the chants and the rhythm of it all - of the drums the voices the feet pounding the dirt floor - and a feeling of i don't know what came over me - a feeling of "coming home" - of having "been away" for a very very long time - a feeling of pure love - a feeling at the same time of absolute and total grief - i mean, pure unadulterated absolute "grief" - and i began to sob - i don't mean that i shed a few tears - i mean that i sobbed as if there had been a death - the sobs racked my body - they overtook my soul - my being - i was aware of people around me turning to look at me - some of them even smiled knowingly - when finally i could control the sobbing, or it stopped of its own accord, actually, i knew that something inexplicable had just happened to me but knew not what - and then, a single dancer - a kiowa - was announced - and out onto the dirt floor walked the native man who had come to me in my dream - the man in the white regalia with the beautiful headpiece - and as he danced, he danced toward me, looking at me as his feet struck the sand with each beat - i was transfixed in that moment and could do nothing but absorb the totality of those moments in time -

after several more dancers had performed, someone took my hand for me to come with them to the arena floor to join the dance - i don't remember the person - and we left out seats, my granddaughters, my friend and i, and went out onto the dirt floor where we joined hands with dancers and others and danced around the arena in unison, as one entity, to the beat the rhythm of the drums and the cries of the chants - a moment of pure beauty and love -

after the pow wow was over, we tried to find this man - this dream warrier -but unsuccessfully - he was not to be found -

but i could not lose the reality of the dream or of the elder women or of this man - and several days later i contacted someone whom i knew to be associated with the shreveport twin eagles group [but whom i'd never met] - we met for lunch the next day and i told him my dream story and the story of my reaction at the pow wow - the sobbing and the associated feelings - the grief and coming home and of peace and love - and he listened to me, his eyes never leaving my face, his long silver hair below his shoulders, with his hands out on the table toward mine - and he told me that the man in my dreams was dennis zotigh, a kiowa from oklahoma and that he, himself, had personally chosen dennis to dance at this pow wow - that dennis is a known "messenger" and that i had been chosen to receive the message this time - there was something for me to learn - a journey to be had - and then he asked me to join the twin eagles group, which i did -

i stayed a member for several years - and did contact dennis but did not receive a response - much to my dismay - however, it could be that he simply never received my email message as he tours constantly - whatever the reason, though, i have not communicated directly with him but he remains a part of my life in many ways -

as a result of this incredible experience, afterward i wrote a stream of consciousness group of words that seem to describe this dream visit - it is also posted elsewhere on one of my blogs but i place it here where it best belongs -

and so - this is my story of the women elders and the native man who came to me in my dream -

[this is the dream i mention in my earlier post "dreamjourney" where i have inserted an image symbolic of this dream]

THE FOG - ROB MACGREGOR and BRUCE GERNON

rob macgregor's book THE FOG is one of my current readings - i carry it with me in my car and leave it on my bedside table - can't put it down - well, that's true of all his books, actually, and those of his wife, trish macgregor - and bruce gernon has, himself, as a pilot, witnessed firsthand the phenomenon known as the bermuda triangle -

in ANY event, the sad disappearance of air france flight AF447 and the 228 souls on board, brings to mind still again all those who have gone before them in similar incidents and/or who have experienced inexplicable events and have nevertheless physically survived -

for anyone at all interested in things thereof, THE FOG is the book that covers comprehensively old and NEW theories of the bermuda triangle phenomenon, including vanishing planes and/or ships, ufo's, area 51, atlantis, electromagnetic energy, electronic fog, and the short-and long-term effects of electronic fog upon individuals - it's timeliness now is unquestionable - for a clear and comprehensive examination and discussion of all the above, it is also unquestionably a MUST READ!

[check out their next book's blog site at SYNCHRONICITY]

may 2009 - ellen degeneres and television experience

while i am a fan of the show, i've not watched it regularly as i am always in the office when it airs here - however, now that i'm not at the office every day, i clicked it on the other morning and the show opens with her coming out all bubbly and smiling like she always is - now, at this moment, while i've been up for a while, i'm not my usual bubbly morning self for some reason - and i'm looking at ellen, thinking, "now how in the world does she do that every day - come on bubbly and smiling - there must be days when she doesn't really feel like it and i wonder how she handles that" - well, it goes to commercial and comes back to her monologue about how difficult it is at times to "have" to appear all bubbly, smiling, etc - that some days she isn't really feeling the love, so to speak -

november 2007 - thought and television and henry fonda and horseman

during this same period of time, a friend of mine [aka horseman] sent me a new photo of himself - it was fabulous and i loved it! while i held it in my hand thinking how much he looked like a young henry fonda - they could have passed for brothers - i flipped on the television - the screen lit up to a color photo of henry fonda in his youth -

november 3, 2007 - bomb threat experience

on saturdays i usually am out and about running errands, lunching with my daughters, shopping and all the usual things that one does on days off work - this particular saturday i decided to visit my daughter lisa who had just moved into her new home across town - another thing i was debating was whether or not to stop at the local wal-mart store since i had to pass it enroute to lisa's - on the drive over, i have this mental dialogue about stopping to shop on my way TO lisa's or afterward - but i finally drove up to WM parking lot and even as i did so, continued to have this mental dialogue about stopping or not stopping - i got into the parking lot and just drove around several isles, but did not park, finally deciding i just didn't want to stop then - so i went out the other end of their lot and on to lisa's where i stayed a couple of hours - then headed back toward walmart from her house but as i approached the turn-off to the store, i saw that a police blockade and law enforcement and emergency personnel were everywhere - the store had been evacuated and the parking lot cleared of cars - the store had received a serious bomb threat -

november 22, 2007 - dream experience

that thursday evening and night were much like all the others, except that during this period of time, i was once again inundated with para/perfectlynormal experiences - but, that particular day had seemed uneventful enough when i went to bed for the night between 10:30 and 11:00 pm - however, around midnight, i was awakened from a terrible dream - i mean, i was awakened suddenly, gasping for breath and sat straight up in bed - i was a bit disoriented - the dream had been so real - as if i had been there - it took a moment to grasp that i was in my own bed - and safe - in the dream that had so violently awakened me, i saw what i thought to be a large passenger plane - an airliner which i took to be a usairway plane because it was red and white [and i thought i remembered usairways having red/white planes] - in any event, i saw the front nose and long side of what i thought to be a plane - it was red, with a white streak all the way down the side - i could see the "windows of the cockpit" area and they appeared to be black - the "plane" was sinking in a large vast area of ice - i could see nothing but ice everywhere - white ice with broken blocks of ice strewn about in water - i saw no people - only the body of this huge "vessel" in the broken ice - i awoke with a start, freezing cold and shaking - when i could not shake the images of my dream, i turned on the tv for a news story of a plane crash but could not find anything - then i went to my computer but there was nothing there - so i tried going back to bed but lay awake a long time before finally falling asleep again - when i did awaken again, the first news i saw was the ship "explorer" sinking in the antarctica - it was the red "vessel" with the white stripe and "cockpit" row of windows from my dream glaring back at me from the screen -

the gypsy travel journel

we all are gypsies of a sort
wandering traveling through this life
other lives
space
and
time
here
there
and
yon
on roads less travelled -

this is a written and visual journal of my own travels -
imagined and/or real -
come along with me -
we'll dance
among the stars under the sun and over the moon -
we'll share our stories
around the campfire -
come along -