BOOK RELEASE - WORDS UNSPOKEN

it's here...yes...all those words unspoken from this blog are now released in paperback and on kindle [purchase here] and ready for you - a long time coming and not without all the words of love and support and encouragement from all of you - for which i remain forever grateful - many many thanks to each and every one of you - 

with special thanks to the fabulous folks at YAREAH MAGAZINE and YAREAH BOOK PUBLISHERS - be sure to check out this wonderful literary/arts international publication where you can catch my poetry every sunday - 

and extra special thanks to TRISH MACGREGOR for her ongoing inspiration, encouragement/support and friendship - and to her magnificent creation, NICA [in Esperanza and Ghost Key], who emanates love and lust - live on, Nica, live on!

      

- TO ALL MY READERS I WISH YOU LOVE AND LIGHT -

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ufo's in the desert and guns at area 51...my childhood travels

as a child, my family traveled very frequently - if we were not relocating to a new home because of our father's work [more on his work later], we were taking cross-country road trips - our favorite places were in the southwest's wide open barren landscapes where the road stretched forever without interruption and the lights of the next town miles and miles away could be seen with the naked eye on the dark night horizon - my particular favorite thing was this night riding - riding in the back seat of our "car of the year" with our parents in the front seat and my brother and sister and i taking turns at riding by the windows - when it was my turn for a window seat, i would stay awake as long as i could - just to watch the night sky - the sky dark as black velvet - peppered with millions of tiny flashing stars - and during those "night rides" during the late 1940's through 1950's in west texas, new mexico, arizona, nevada, specifically -

it was nothing at all unusual for odd flying "things" to be seen in the skies - i mean, to us, it was nothing unusual - i remember it being so common place that one of my parents might comment, "oh, there's another flying cigar" - most of the objects that we saw were referred to as "flying cigars" because of their cylindrical shape - and the ones i remember had a row of flashing lights that went round the circumference of the object - we were never fearful of these things - not my parents or us kids - many many times we pulled over on the side of the road to watch the object - sometimes there was more than just one at a time - the most recent sighting of my childhood time was when we were traveling to lubbock texas to the funeral of my step grandfather - and traveling into the night, we saw another cigar shaped objects with the flashing lights - and i remember my parents talking about it with us and i remember looking out the window to watch it as we drove -

shortly after the 1947 roswell incident, we actually went to roswell just to see whatever was there to be seen - there were signs and billboards and posters about aliens and space ships everywhere -

sometime toward the middle-end of the 50's we also went to a place which i am sure is "area 51" - my parents didn't refer to it by name and when they spoke of it, it was always in hush-hush tones - which we knew meant something serious but we didn't know what - in any event, on this summer trip we were going cross-country to california - and in nevada we took a little "side trip" - and, again, these little "side trips" were nothing at all unusual for us - i mean, my mother might see a billboard for a group of caves 35 miles down the next road to the right - and off we would go - or she might see a mountain in the distance and decide that she had to have a rock from THAT mountain and off we'd go - so, we never really had a fixed agenda at all - ever - and this excursion was no exception -

in any event, on this side trip, i remember the desert and mountains around us - at some point my father turned off the two lane road and onto a dirt road - windows down and dirt blowing in - my parents whispering - we kids sitting and looking and not saying a word - there was just something that we didn't understand and we knew to be quiet at times like that - i remember seeing warning signs after a while - signs prohibiting going further - signs warning that trespassers would be shot without question - and i remember my father never slowing down and the dirt swirling around us wrapping us like a hot cocoon in the car - and then, we stopped - my father first got out of the car, then my mother - and we were told to stay in the car - my father walked in front of the car for a ways and my mother a bit behind - they carried a camera with them - by then, we were transfixed by it all - i can still remember the sound of it - the absolute total silence - the sound of the silence - at some point, my brother and sister and i got out of the car and started walking toward our parents who were standing closer together now but my mother still behind - and then i remember my mother pleading, "charles, charles, we have to leave - get back in the car - we're going to be shot!" -- over and over - and turning to rush us to the car - as i turned something caught my eye and i looked over my shoulder - there, on an embankment in the distance was a man with a rifle pointed directly at us - my mother kept begging my father to get back in the car - but he stood there, then turned toward the man with the gun - and stood there - looking back - i remember turning again to look back at my father as we got to the car and got inside - and he was still in the same turned position looking directly at the man - then, he turned toward the car and walked back, got in the car, and we drove away - not one word was said all the way to the main highway - i do remember my mother kept turning to look behind us on the road - but neither of them said a word - now, i have no memory of this incidence ever being discussed again - ever - and i do not remember ever having seen any photographs taken that day - i cannot definitively say that this was "area 51" - and i cannot say that this was a military installation - i cannot say that the man with the gun was military or a cowboy or an alien or anything else - i cannot say that the weapon the man pointed was a rifle [it had a long barrel and the man had it up to his shoulder] -


in terms of my father's work - i cannot say for sure even what that was - i can say that we were told that he was a "purchasing agent" for the government [but not active military] - i can say that we kids knew that he could not tell our mother where he was going or why he was going when he traveled without us [which was also very frequently] - i can say that our mother once made the mistake, according to my sister who remembers this event very clearly - and only once - of divulging something that our father had told her regarding his work and upon telling her, admonished her that she could tell NO ONE - and then, within a few days something appeared in the news media and our father rushed home, demanding to know with whom our mother had discussed whatever it was that could not be discussed and was furious to learn that she had, in fact, divulged something to a friend - then we moved again...


what i CAN say is that my siblings and i witnessed something extraordinary that day at that place - and that somehow my father knew of this place, knew where it was and how to approach it - and we grew up witnessing the extraordinary objects in the skies...

wishing you a fabulous year of the dragon!

 

a new year

a new life

filled with

love and light

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imagine 2012...

 we are more than the sum of our knowledge

we are the products of our

i m a g i n a t i on

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in this season and all seasons, wishin' you...

 joie de vivre!

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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. 

they are you...

the sun no longer shines
darkness destroys the holy trine
and night slips in our minds
what now the fate of all mankind
will the planets all align
or will they surely intertwine

and now they come
they come not to be outdone
they come this way to conspire
and hold at bay the world entire
this and only this the beasts desire

they are the ones with souls depraved
and in their hearts sin engraved

darkest days to find our way
who will rule if chaos stays
they will reign come what may

on wings of wire
from skies on fire
bodies cloaked in linen robes
floating down like celestial globes
with their thoughts your soul they probe
layer on layer to the lowest lobe

feet unshod
and in their hands are lightening rods
four by four
then some more
they come
with their drums

they dig their way 

from the earths dark wet caves
to come above and all enslave 

and bring with them the tidal wave
but what of them the gods forgave
is there no salvage from the grave

they draw you in then slam the door
and take you through the ocean floor
they come to drain you to the core
as they are here the gods own whore
do not false prophets you ignore

lion of blue
two by two
bear of blue
what to do
the bear and lion both carnivores
and will not stop till all means more

along the waters edge 

they crawl the concrete ledge

what will be when time has dredged

 and nothing left but their own hedge

they are not souls 

among the blessed
they are not ghosts
but souls in flesh

do not let them be reviled 

listen to the words of the wanton child

who speaks in voices now beguiled
as she was birthed by spirits wild

read the raging signs
they tell you of the time
down from the skies falls the great blue bear
oh gods of gods hear our prayers
with seven rays of light divine
his time has run its course
the blue bear now a demon force

read the raging signs
they tell you of the signs
when lord of the golden sun now roars
pray the mighty lion your soul restores
but should you wish for love and more
just hark you now the lion’s lore

invoke you now your primal id
to do the mother’s final bid
as the sword of salvation cries
and silently slashes the weeping sky

do you hear them
do you see them
do you feel them
they are here
they are near
those you fear 
they are

 you

when will truth be revealed
or

will they

all
mankind

kill

to be the poem...

if you cannot be the poet

be the poem

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what we are...

 

what we are today

comes from

our thoughts

of yesterday

and

our present thoughts

build our life of tomorrow
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our life

is the creation

of our mind

the room...

in every heart there is a room

a sanctuary safe and strong

to heal the wounds from lovers past

until a new one comes along

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my rolling seas...

you are the rolling seas

my holy plea

the trinity

in you my heart sets sail
    with midnight veil
    and holy grail

 

    into the dark of night
    the temptest flight
    in virgin white

our chart the distant shore
the magic lore
love evermore

our lives the waves we ride
poseidon at our side
skies open wide

you are my rolling seas
and i your wild banshee

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[inspired by a friend's talk of boats and voyages and a thing called hope]

there is a place...

called hope

it lives within

the heart

of each

of us

makin' it to capri...

afloat in the fierce ragin’ sea           
holdin’ on to our life’s debris           
hopin’ we’ll make it to capri           

but life don’t play like it ought to       
none of our dreams ever come true       
so we go on in sleep deja vu           

and wonder what oh what
are we gonna do

treasures...

the greatest treasures are those invisible

to the eyes but found

in the heart

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the coming of wild flowers...

be grounded

be crumbled

so wild flowers will come up where you are

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ESPERANZA now in paperback - read my review -

read ESPERANZA and travel to ESPERANZA and into yourSELF

For starters, I will begin by telling you what ESPERANZA is NOT - yes, what it is NOT - now I do not ever like to begin anything with a “negative” of any kind - however, in this case, with this book, it is the only way to proceed - so here is what it is NOT:

ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical work of fiction!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical suspense novel!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical thriller!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical science fiction!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical paranormal read!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical historical novel!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical mystical experience!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical love story!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical life after death book!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical reincarnation story!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical spiritual journey story!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical time-travel book!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical spirit world trip!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical mystery!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical metaphysical instructional manual!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical book on spirit possession!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical tourist guide book!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical ghost story!
ESPERANZA is NOT the average or typical saga of the struggle between the good and evil!

ESPERANZA is ALL those things!  

IT IS ALL OF THEM! 

BUT, there is absolutely nothing whatsoever average or typical about this book!  NOTHING! 

ESPERANZA is the extraordinary tale of two strangers who meet under extraordinary circumstances in an extraordinary setting [a place in the Andes called ESPERANZA which means “hope”] and whose paths lead them on an even greater extraordinary journey - a journey filled with mysticism and adventure and love - love beyond mere physical love - a love that “transcends time and death” and an adventure into the unknown, the unlived and into a life beyond death, where the two of them hold the key to the time-old mystical battle fought among the living and the good and the bad spirit worlds -

In ESPERANZA you will meet and come to know the beautiful native people whose magnificent ancient Incan heritage is alive and well today!

In ESPERANZA you will walk the “...shadowed, cobbled streets of...this...old town...where your...eyes must adjust to the antiquity, the brilliant colors, the poverty...where your senses...don’t know which cue to follow - the scents or the colors, the touch of the past, the music that energizes the air...or...the taste of the foods...”

In ESPERANZA you will come to know in a familiar way the intriguing characters involved in this magnificent story - them and their families - you will come to think of them outside the covers of this book - you will think of them as you go about your daily routine - you will think of them!

In ESPERANZA you will not only follow Tess and Ian and Dominica and Ben on their own journeys, you will find yourself making your own personal quest into this world, the other world, and into yourSELF!

Above and beyond all, ESPERANZA is a mesmerizing tale of mystery, mysticism, adventure and love - and HOPE - in a setting you will long remember and a tale which will leave you not just wanting more, but needing more - of the work of its author, TRISH MACGREGOR!

the edge...

i want to stand as close

to the edge as i can

without going over -

out on the edge

you see all the

kinds of things

you can't see

from the center

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRISH MACGREGOR

to

my friend
my mentor

my muse

who always hears

and understands those wild voices

that live deep down inside

the me of me -

 ~

for all those birthdays before

for this birthday now

and

for all those birthdays to come

i wish you

happy happy!!!

the open road beckons again...

the next few weeks will find the caravan on the move again and i will be in and out of cyberland - so please scribble little notes in the sand there by the fire and when i return, i'll scribble back!  in the meantime, go in peace and may the force be with you!

words from the greatest...

 the one who has no imagination has no wings

footprints...

we

have

found

a

strange

footprint

on

the

shores

of

the

unknown - - -

and

lo!

it is our own!

which one will you make?

 it all comes down to

choice

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