Our Trip to Cuba

Verdadero Beach, Cuba


When we mention to other people that we’re going to Cuba, the reactions are mixed.

Some people think it’s not safe, and yet tourists from Europe and Canada and other countries have been visiting the island for decades. Only Americans have been denied the experience. It’s why the resorts and hotels are so expensive. It’s why there are tours offered for sightseeing spots all over the island. It ‘s why restaurants are divided between government run- and privately owned. The latter supposedly have the best foods and prices. It’s also why airbnb has such an active site for Cuba.

We have 4 days on the island and that means jamming a lot of stuff into that time frame. We’re targeting Matanzas for a day trip. We plan a day of exploring Havana, with some particular spots to see – the Santeria museum, the museum of arts, the finca where Hemingway lived, a restaurant bar where Hemingway, Neruda, Ezra Pound and Graham Greene hung out.

Beyond the city – Matanzas, the city Lonely Planet touts as the place to go. Just beyond Matanzas lies Verdadero, a beach town my Cuban friend Marina describes as the best in the Caribbean, with blonde sand and blue water so exquisite it’s a kind of paradise. There are some caves, too, that we hope to see, with petroglyphs and crystals embedded in the walls, and stalagmites that are nearly forty feet tall.

I hope to meet the descendants of Yoruba slaves who were brought to Cuba, who became the crucible of the Santeria and mystical culture of this island. On Sunday afternoon, we will be in a plaza in Old Havana, watching and listening as santeros play their drums. Lonely Planet describes this as “hypnotic.”

Internet and WiFi are spotty in Cuba, but stayed tuned….! We’re expecting a lot of synchros with this trip.



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Signs and Symbols


We live in a collective sea of signs and symbols. Nature, the universe, Source, God, whatever you want to call it, constantly chatters to us. But we’re so mired in the business of physical life that we don’t always hear that voice. Or we hear it and ignore it. Or we hear it and think, Yeah, sure, I’m kinda losing it here.

You’re in your car. Maybe you’re on a road trip. Or picking up your son or daughter from school. Or maybe you’re backing out of your garage to head off to the library, the park, a friend’s house. Your car dies. It just goes flat out dead. What do you do besides call AAA? Your spouse? A friend?

When our daughter was in elementary school, Rob and I had an arrangement. He would take her to school because he was the lark, up at the crack of dawn, and I would pick her up in the afternoon because I’m an owl, rarely in bed before one or two. On this particular day, I was in the pickup line and my car suddenly went dead. There I was, my car refusing to move, cars behind me honking because hey, why wasn’t I moving forward?

In those days, I had a clunky mobile phone, called Rob, and he came over and jumped the car. We got Megan home. There was a message on our answering machine from a writer friend. The literary agent we’d had for 15 years had died suddenly of a heart attack.

Standstill. The battery dies. The car has to be jumped started.

 If there are no accidents, as Robert Hopke theorizes in his book by the same name, then the death of the car coinciding with our hearing about the death of this agent isn’t random. This connection, this experience, though, has puzzled me because we had left this agent eight months earlier. I did, in fact, become somewhat superstitious after this about departure, about ending relationships. Less than a year after Kate Duffy, my editor at Kensington, didn’t renew my contract, she died.

Just how are all of us, the dead and the living, connected, anyway? How are we connected to the larger world beyond us? I think of it as synchronicity, that phenomenon that exists between what we see and what we sense, that border between what quantum physicist David Bohm called the implicate (enfolded) order and the explicate (unfolded) order. The inner, the outer. Right brain, left brain.

I’m pretty sure, though, that the next time my car battery goes dead, that I find a dead frog in house (frogs here)  that something unexpectedly good happens, signs and symbols will hold a much different importance for me.


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The Orange County History Museum

The Orange County History Museum is a fascinating repository of Florida history that focuses on the central Florida area from the ancient past to modern times. There are some real gems in this museum, from quirky stuff like recipes of foods people ate in the early days to the struggles of the Seminoles, the evolution of the citrus industry, the dark days of segregation and discrimination against gays. There’s also a moving tribute to the Pulse tragedy.

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This next image was particularly moving. We had just seen the superb movie Hidden Figures, about the contributions made by a group of African-American women in the early days of the space program, when separate bathrooms and other facilities existed for blacks and whites.



I remember these logos and images from my childhood, when Anita Bryant was the face of the industry – until her homophobic and  beliefs became well-known.


The popularity of Cypress Garden was during this same period:


The museum even addresses Florida’s infamous sinkholes:



And here’s the actual sinkhole:


Here’s the courtroom where Ted Bundy was tried and convicted:


And his name cut into the defense table, totally creepy!


And then the tragedy of Pulse:

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This is out of time sequence, but I wanted to end on something positive- the early space program days. This is a replica of the capsule that the women in Hidden Figures helped to launch into orbit.



And our gorgeous daughter in the courtroom


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A Duck is Watching

Duck1I put this meme up on Facebook for the fun of it awhile back. Kind of silly. But some people liked it. I didn’t think of it as a synchronicity not until about two weeks later when I was sitting at the kitchen table and happened to look up at the painting directly across from. I stared at it, then looked closer and realized…Those are ducks, and it looks like they’re staring at me!

So, yeah, a duck is watching. But I’m still not suffering from anatidaepobia. I fear not these ducks…even though I’ve been eating ducks, courtesy of the neighbors who hunt them in the wetlands. Trish, on the other hand, refuses to eat any ducks.

Here’s the watching ducks.


And happy Valentine’s Day! Be sure to hug the ones you love!

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Humans and Their Animals

There are people in the world doing wonderful and compassionate things for animals. I ran across this video this evening on a great site called Great Big Story – positive news!

And today is noble Noah’s 8th birthday! Not sure how we’ll celebrate… Dog park visit, maybe a bite to eat at Darbster’s. Here he is at the opening of Wolfgang Dog Bakery in Orlando, where our daughter Megan had her pet portrait table set up. Nika to the left, buddy Brody to Noah’s right.

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Keith Olberman, who kept me sane during the Bush years, encapsulates Trump’s latest regulation about cats and dogs. It’s disturbing.



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A Ghost Story


I received an e-mail earlier this month from a cousin who I hadn’t seen or talked since I was a teen. A long, long time ago. She was wondering what happened to my mother because her Christmas card to her went unanswered and her phone was disconnected.

I explained that she was living in an assisted living facility and had dementia. I started corresponding with Barbara and she told me about her haunted Victorian house. Well, formerly haunted. She’d found a medium who removed reticent spirits and was successful. Barbara provided a lot of details that I’ve already incorporated – with her permission in a book – STRANGE THINGS: True Tales of Alien Encounters and Paranormal Experiences – that I was just completing. When she wrote, I was working on the last chapter, which was called Haunting Experiences. A synchro there.

Barbara told me she wanted to visit my mother and I gave her the address. A snowstorm and the flu outbreak at the facility slowed the reunion. Recently, when my sister was visiting our mother, she called me and I told them both about Barbara’s plans. My sister was too young to remember her, and at first my mother didn’t know who I was talking about. Then she remembered and what she said to me was startling: “Barbara lives in a haunted house.”

Wow! I hadn’t said anything to her or my sister about Barbara’s story. So thinking logically, I figured Barbara had written about it in the Christmas letter, which my mother had finally gotten. Later, I e-mailed Barbara and she said, “I didn’t tell her anything about ghosts.” She was not only perplexed by the comment, but concerned that my mother had used the present tense! Barbara doesn’t want any more ghosts around!

So the very next day she visited my mother, who didn’t recognize her or remember who she was, even though I’d told her about the upcoming visit. They chatted awhile and my mother did remember Barbara’s mother, Elaine. There was no mention of ghosts, but Barbara noticed, as my sister and I also have, that she seemed to converse on the side with invisible people. Dementia, I guess. But maybe dementia somehow opens the mind to invisible worlds and even to knowledge about things that are outside of her regular awareness – like the ghost story.

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We are going to Cuba!

Thanks to Obama opening up diplomatic relations with Cuba, American airlines are now flying to the island from various cities in the U.S. From Fort Lauderdale, the airfare round trip is dirt cheap, $150. Visas cost $100 round trip per person. So, for $250, we can fly an hour to a country that has been under a U.S. embargo for 60 years, an embargo that failed miserably. I want to get there before the old cars vanish, before franchises move in, before Cuba is transformed into resorts and casinos.

For lodging, we’ve opted for a casa particular – a room, apartment or home in a neighborhood that is rented out to travelers for far less than the hotels charge. I was surprised by the hotel prices- $400-$500 a night. Then I realized that for years, Cuba has been a tourist hub for travelers from numerous other countries who apparently are willing to pay those prices. Air BNB is the route we took.

Air BNB is one of those marvels that developed because of the Internet. They list hundreds of casas particulares all over the island with photos, prices, numbers of bedrooms and bathrooms, locations, every bit of information you need to make an informed choice. We’re staying at Casa Jose, an apartment to the west of Old Havana that sleeps eight. There will be 7 of us for the four nights, an eighth person for two nights. When we split the cost of the apartment, it comes out to about 40 bucks per person per night. The apartment is about a 20-minute walk from Old Havana.

The apartment has a kitchen, air conditioning, a balcony that overlooks the city. I’ve been in touch with Jose, the host, whose English is better than my Spanish, and he has answered all the questions I’ve asked.

We are going to be seven in the group that arrives first. The eight person is arriving the day after we do and leaving a day earlier. Jose will pick us up at the airport and the ride to the apartment costs 25 CUCs, not bad when you’re splitting the fare with others.

I have learned that there are two currencies in Cuba – the CUCs and the CUPs. One CUC is worth one dollar; this is the currency tourists use. The CUPs are the currency that locals use. It’s best to exchange money at the Havana airport, even though a 10% fee is imposed, which actually means one dollar is worth a bit less than one CUC. I’ve learned that local transportation is relatively inexpensive, so we don’t need to rent a car. However, if we wish to make a day trip out of Havana, there are inexpensive buses or we can hire a driver of one of those incredible cars from the 1950s.

I’ve also learned that the best places to eat are private restaurants and cafes, rather than those owned by the government. The prices are more reasonable and the food is better.

Lonely Planet has a fantastic book on Cuba and I’ve been going through it, selecting spots I really would like to see during our four days on the island. On Sunday afternoons, for instance, there’s a public drumming session by local santeros that Lonely Planet describes as “hypnotic.” There’s a Santeria museum that I hope to visit. Art and music are huge on the island and I’ve selected a couple of spots in Old Havana that are high on my list for both of these pursuits. There’s even a nightclub that features flamenco dancers.

Outside of Havana, I would love to see the island of Trinidad. The caves. The beaches of Matanzas. My friend, Marina, who was an ER doc in Havana and now works at our local Publix, has been advising me on which areas to see. I’ve got my Cuba book in my car, with my map of the island, so that when I see her again, we can pore over it.

I’m psyched for this trip. Cuba has been on my bucket list for years, ever since my dad told me about his stopover in Cuba during the Batista years. I actually never thought the island would open up to Americans in my lifetime, Thank you, President Obama.

Internet is sketchy on the island and when you have it, the price is steep. Supposedly, AT&T finalized a deal with Cuba in October 2016, but Verizon was there first. This Internet iffiness may be a challenge for me, but frankly, I just want to have photos and if I can’t upload them until we get home, well, so what. I’m ready to embrace the entire experience, whatever it may be.

Cuba, si!


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Every so often, I run across articles on Alzheimer’s – what it is, symptoms, how to cope if you’re a caregiver. I don’t agree with a lot of what I read and here’s why: I saw this disease up close and personal.

My mother’s onset started several years before she was diagnosed and while there were some symptoms that parallel what medical literature discusses, there were many other symptoms no one ever mentions. Take this Huffington Post article.

The first item on this list – stealing or other law-breaking activity – i.e., the inability to distinguish right from wrong – didn’t apply to my mother. She always knew what was right or wrong. But she believed that the woman who cleaned my parents’ home twice a month was stealing from them. She was in her seventies when this happen, around 74, 75.

 One day, for instance, she called me in a panic. Her wedding ring had disappeared, she was sure the cleaning lady had stolen it. She asked me to call my friend Millie Gemondo and ask her if she could see where the ring was. So I did. Millie is an incredible psychic and pinpointed that my mother had put her ring in a bowl or some other object in the cabinet under the bathroom sink. Sure enough, that’s where my mother found it.

But before she found it, my dad placated my mother’s paranoia – a BIG symptom – by telling her to put her valuables in a hallway closet, that he then locked. Many objects went into this closet. But it didn‘t matter. When anything in the house vanished, it was because the cleaning woman had taken them or she’d stolen the key to this closet.

Frequent falling: the second item in the Post article. It didn’t apply to my mother. She and my dad were runners for most of their adult lives, six days a week, one or two miles. She had great balance.

Forgetting the function of objects: Nope. That didn‘t apply until the disease had advanced to the point where we had to put her in an Alzheimer’s unit. By then, she didn’t even know the purpose of a fork.

Eating inappropriate things: Nope. She never ate paper. Or sawdust. Or anything that wasn’t actually edible.

Inability to recognize sarcasm: Didn’t apply. She had a quick wit, my mother did, and always recognized sarcasm, even when the disease was advanced.

Depression: Yes. One day she drove off to a friend’s house to play bridge with a group of women with whom she’d played bridge for years and got lost. Another time, she and my dad went to the mall and he waited outside of a department store while she went inside. She forgot he was waiting for her outside and walked the three miles home and he didn’t know it. I got a frantic call from him after the mall had closed, the cops were called, it was a mess. Meanwhile, she was sitting on the front porch at home, she didn’t have a key, and this was in the days before cell phones. Depressed? You bet. She knew enough to know that she was losing it.

Unfocused staring: No. What should be here is crying jags, an awareness that something terrible was happening inside of her that she couldn’t fix.

The other item that should be listed here is something no one talks about: visits from the dead that are utterly and completely real to an Alzheimer’s patient. In the beginning, this puzzled me. But in the two and a half years my mother was in this Alzheimer’s unit, I came to think of Alzheimer’s as a spiritually-based disease. My mother, in spite of her beliefs in heaven and hell from a Catholic upbringing, was terrified of dying. Alzheimer’s enabled her to sample the afterlife without actually going there. After all, if your consciousness isn’t fully focused in physical reality, then it has to be focused elsewhere.

 When she told me her siblings or her mother had visited her – all of whom were dead- I came to believe her. I do think the dead stopped by to say hello and to ease her way into the afterlife. This suspicion was confirmed when a year or so into my mother’s confinement in the Alzheimer’s unit, my friend Millie was visiting and we drove over to the facility. My mother announced that her two brothers were here, visiting. Millie, who sometimes sees the dead, said, “Your younger brother, is his name Dick?”

My mother’s eyes lit up. “Yes. Dick, such a sweetheart.”

Millie gestured to my mother’s right. “He’s sitting right next to you.”

I’d never told Millie anything about my mother’s siblings – not their names, not that they were all dead, not that my mother claimed they visited. I was blown away. And ever since, I have believed that Alzheimer’s is a spiritual condition, as most diseases probably are. But with Alzheimer’s, dementia, brain traumas, the soul is offered a way to sample the afterlife, to step into it before actually going there.

Rob’s 92-year-old mother, presently in an assisted living facility, has two imaginary male friends who visit her frequently. An electrician, a cook, who have names. They don’t exist in this reality, but who’s to say they aren’t real?

 The bottom line is simple. We don’t know what death is, what the brain is capable of, and we have really don’t know how thin the veil may be between the living and the dead.

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Where to Invade Next


This evening we watched Michael Moore’s latest documentary, Where to Invade Next. We have seen all of his movies, from Bowling for Columbine to Sicko, and each one takes a particular issue in American culture and society and places it under a microscope. In Bowling, it was gun violence and Moore won an Oscar for that one.

Fahrenheit 911 came out in 2004 when this country was embroiled in Iraq. We were being told it was all good, that Saddam had to be brought to his knees, that we would be welcomed as liberators, that all that Iraqi oil would be ours…Remember those lies? Waterboarding was suddenly legal, Gitmo was the prison where the worst terrorists were sent, and every night Cheney was on the news, snarling about how dangerous the world was and how necessary the war on terror was.

I remember sitting in a local theater, watching Moore dismantle the Bush administration, the lies, the zillions being spent, the lives that were sacrificed. And I remember how at the end, nearly everyone in the theater leaped up and applauded.

In Sicko, Moore’s microscope was focused on health care in this country – the expense, the millions that were uninsured, the corporate greed. So where does he go to drive home the point? To Cuba, where health and dental care are free, where university education is free…

In Where to Invade Next, Moore travels to various European countries with an American flag draped over his shoulder, and “invades” each country in search of ideas that he can take home.

In Finland, which has one of the highest ranked education systems in the world, Moore takes home the idea of an education system so unorthodox that I, a former teacher, couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There are no standardized tests, kids go to school for just 20 hours a week, and the teachers encourage their students to learn to be happy. Students are encouraged to think for themselves, to socialize with friends, spend time with their families, to make independent decisions, and, most of all, to have fun with learning!

In Norway, Moore visits prisons. Having worked as a librarian and teacher in a state prison in Florida, this segment of the movie astounded me. There isn’t any death penalty in Norway. The maximum sentence anyone can receive is 21 years. The concept of “punishment” isn’t about deprivation except that inmates are denied daily contact with their loved ones.

Otherwise, the prison is like a summer camp. The 115 inmates are “guarded” by just four prison officers, who aren’t armed. They have classes they can take in art and music, cooking, and academic subjects. Their rooms have private bathrooms, flat screen TVs, and comforts we associate with home. These prisoners are even allowed to vote and politicians running for office come to the prison to talk about their platforms. There’s an amazing sense of community.

Even the maximum security prison that Moore visited is nothing at all like its equivalent in the U.S. Here, even murderers are rehabilitated through education, the encouragement of their creative endeavors, and their camaraderie within the community. Moore interviewed the father of a young man who was killed in 2011 along with 54 other students and kept asking the father, “But don’t you want to kill the man who killed your son?”

And the father kept shaking his head, no, no, that isn’t what we do here, the father said. He didn’t want to climb down the ladder to the level of the man who had killed his son. The cultural attitude, the collective consciousness, is vastly different in Norway.

The most moving parts of the movie for me was Moore’s invasion of Germany, specifically of Nuremberg, and of his invasion of Iceland. In Nuremberg, Moore takes us through an education system that doesn’t try to sweep its collective dark side father back into the shadows.

Children are taught the history of Hitler and the annihilation of Jews through hands on activities. Bring one thing to school that you couldn’t be without if you were told you had to leave your home and get onto a train. They are surrounded with reminders of what Hitler did – plaques on buildings that commemorate the Jewish families who lived in particular buildings and were forced to leave them. There are signs on streets with particular dates and what happened on those dates. Moore asks, “What would such signs look like in the United States?” And offers a few examples from the Civil Rights movement.

In Iceland, we discover that it was the first country to elect a female president – back in the 70s – and that women really are equal in that society. By law, all corporations must have no more than 60 percent or men or women on their boards, that female CEOs are as common as male CEOS, and that the only bank out of four that didn’t melt down in 2008 was run primarily by women. One of the women he interviews sums it up succinctly- for men, it’s about me. For women, it’s about their families and the larger collective; it’s about others.

Iceland arrested and convicted more than 70 bankers in the country responsible for the financial meltdown. In the U.S., by contrast, only one Wall Street guy went to prison – and he was a Muslim. Everyone else got bailed out

Moore pretty much nails what is wrong with this country, disparities that have become glaringly apparent during this campaign season. But in the end, there’s a note of optimism. Moore points out that nearly every progressive idea he has taken away from the countries he “invaded” had its genesis in the U.S.

Perhaps we have only detoured from our better selves.

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Media Blackout



What if…. For a day or two, for 24-48 hours, the media stopped covering trump? What if the media just went mute on the man’s shock and awe pronouncements and executive orders and proclamations? What if twitter cut off his account for a day?

The world wouldn’t fall apart. But trump’s ego might suffer some severe damage. What? No one’s talking about me? How can that be? I’m the most powerful man in the world and no one is talking about what I’m doing? Oh, you blasted media, you’re the opposition, you’re the devils, you’re the…how can you ignore me?

Even a 24-hour media blackout on trump would tamp down on the fear and uncertainty that many people feel. Remove him from the discourse. Remove Bannon from the discourse. Shut them all up for a day or two. What might happen? Well, many of us would sleep more soundly. We would begin to feel hope again. We wouldn’t be feeding emotionally into the paranoia and dissension that trump and bannon strive to create nationally and globally.

Yes, Fox News would still cover every word he utters, every silly tweet he composes. So there would still be an outlet for his diehard fans. But the rest of us would have time off. So what if he’s president of the U.S.? That doesn’t entitle him to continual 24/7 coverage. Journalists could cover good news for a change – something trump and his people don’t want us to hear because, after all, good news is anathema to the climate of fear they’re trying to create.

The Bush administration did the same thing in the aftermath of 9-11. Their mantra was, Be afraid, be very afraid. It’s an effective political ploy. When people become terrified, they go silent, stop protesting and resisting.

So how about it, mainstream media? How about a 24-hour blackout on news about trump and everything and everyone in his administration? If he calls a press conferences, boycott it, just as the dems did for a couple of confirmation hearings. If he tweets his outrage, ignore it. If he screws up a phone call with a foreign leader, let that leader report it.

24 hours. 48 hours.

The world won’t end, but trump’s ego will throw a tantrum. Imagine what might happen if he was robbed of the limelight for a week!


An aside: tomorrow, February 4, marks the 8th anniversary for this blog. Thanks to all of you!


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What’s Afoot


Recently, I’ve been inundated with email from friends, acquaintances, even strangers, who are experiencing synchronicity in a variety of ways, usually because they are in the midst of pivotal life events.

One friend lost her husband to cancer. Another friend’s husband has been diagnosed with a rare form of brain cancer and after trying chemo, which nearly killed him, he decided to try alternative methods of treatment. And yet, I also hear from people who are experiencing exceptional good fortune and feel their lives are exactly where they should be. I suspect that most of us live between the extremes, where synchronicity hums along in the background, nudging us here, there, elsewhere.

There are days when I believe that synchronicity is a force of nature, some sort of underlying power like a hurricane or tornado that sweeps into your life and changes everything in a heartbeat. Other days, I see it as a far more subtle influence, something smooth and effortless, like eating Jell-O. Then there are the days when I actively seek out synchronicity, giving myself suggestions, stating my intentions aloud, typing out affirmations that I plaster on the fridge, the walls, my computer.

But all of this is testament to the fact that we don’t really understand the nature of reality or consciousness. We’re still in the infancy of learning, but our learning process is accelerating because of the Internet. In many ways, the Internet is a synchronicity machine. It generates the conditions, the connections, and all we have to do is create an inner climate where we’re receptive to whatever this phenomenon is.

Coincidence, Indra’s Net, God’s winks, or David Bohm’s enfolded or implicate order, or just a curiosity: call it whatever you want. Thing is, it’s happening more frequently and when you recognize it’s happening to you, you begin paying attention.

Honestly, in all these years of studying and researching synchros, of reading Jung – his bios, his autobiography, of steeping myself in all things Jungian- I’ve concluded that synchronicity may defy any ultimate definition. The deeper I dig, the more questions I find. When a skeptic experiences a synchro and acknowledges it as such to his peers, how does that revelation change his or her life? How would his or her life been different without that acknowledgement? Which paths open or close?

My musings about synchronicity tend to be spurred by whatever I’m writing. Rob and I are working on a recently sold book, Secrets of Spirit Communication, something we’ve discussed frequently on this blog. I’m also working on  a novel .We’re  doing radio shows for Sensing the Future,  and I’m preparing for a second workshop in mid April, on astrology that will be taught in Cassadaga,  a Spiritualist community where everyone talks to the dead.

I used to hide my interests – except when I wrote fiction – but I’ve reached that point many of us usually reach, and probably far earlier than I did. Think what you want, but this is who I am. I believe we live in a universe so mysterious and unknowable that when we catch glimmers of truth, we seize them. We are far more than our physical bodies and our consciousness interacts daily with this greater power – divinity, Source, synchronicity- give it whatever name that feels comfortable for you. These experiences provide guidance, confirmation, warning, reassurance, a sense that we are never alone, that our allies are the very experiences that lead us in this direction. These experiences blow open our perceptions of what is possible.

And that is no small thing.


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The Pauli Effect Redux


We’ve written about Wolfgang Pauli before, but we’re taking a closer look now at some of the strange stories about his apparent psychokinetic powers as we begin research for a book on psychokinesis—sometimes referred to as mind over matter.

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There are some people who enter a room and stuff happens. Appliances go berserk, computers crash, cell phones act up. Theoretical physicist and Nobel laureate Wolfgang Pauli, one of the early supporters of Jung’s theory on synchronicity, was one such person.

From early on in his career, colleagues noticed that whenever he entered a lab, equipment broke down spontaneously. It happened so frequently when Pauli was around, his coworkers called it “the Pauli effect.” Over time, most of the scientists with whom Pauli worked knew about it. Physicists at the university in Hamburg where he worked were convinced that Pauli’s presence anywhere near a lab led to a breakdown in equipment. Otto Stern, a fellow physicist, eventually forbade Pauli to enter the lab.

Imagine what a dilemma the Pauli effect must have been for fellow scientists, particularly for Stern, a Nobel laureate in physics. Psychokinesis, which hasn’t been proven—not to the satisfaction of mainstream science—happened often when Pauli walked into a lab.

The Pauli effect, as it became known, was obviously impossible; it had to be just a matter of coincidence,” wrote Arthur I Miller in Deciphering the Cosmic Number. “But nevertheless, it happened again and again.”

Miller’s statement is an oxymoron. If something “impossible” occurs repeatedly, then it isn’t impossible. And apparently the Pauli effect could happen even when Pauli wasn’t present.

In Miller’s book, he discusses an incident that happened in the 1920s. One afternoon at the University of Gottingen in Germany, a complicated apparatus for the study of atoms collapsed, without apparent cause. Pauli was in Switzerland at the time. “At last, said his colleagues, relieved, here was clear proof it couldn’t be the Pauli effect.”

The professor in charge of the laboratory wrote Pauli, telling him about the event. After a protracted delay, he received a letter from Pauli saying that he had been on his way to Copenhagen, but at the moment the equipment broke down, his train had stopped for a few minutes at the Gottingen station.

Miller also relates another story that happened in 1955. In celebration of the 50th anniversary of the discovery of Einstein’s special theory of relativity, Pauli was to lecture at the Zurich Physical Society. Three of his friends and colleagues had dinner with him beforehand, then they all set out for the lecture. One Swiss physicist was on his scooter, saw he was low on gas, and stopped at a gas station. His scooter caught fire, was totaled, and he had to walk. A second Swiss physicist discovered that his bike had two flat tires, so he had to walk, too. The third man took the tram, which he did frequently, but forgot to get off at the right stop.

They all made it to the lecture, but one of the men involved noted that with the Pauli effect, Pauli himself never experienced any harm.

As one of Pauli’s close friends said, “It is quite legitimate to understand the ‘Pauli effect’ as a synchronistic phenomenon as conceived by Jung.”

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Reality Check: Trump’s First Week

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REALITY CHECK TIME. Let’s take a look at what trump has done just in his first week in office:

Inauguration Day, Jan 20

He signed an executive order to “ease the burden of Obamacare,” the first step in the repeal of Obama’s signature health care mandate.

Big problem: the Republicans have nothing to replace it, so that means 20 million people lose their health insurance and things probably go back to the way they were – sky high premiums, if you have a pre-existing condition, well, sorry, we can’t cover you.

Weekend, Jan. 21 and Jan. 22

Millions of women and men worldwide took the streets for the Women’s March.

Alternative facts” became the buzzword when trump’s people( Keyllanne Conway) said the media downplayed the numbers at his inauguration. Trump even called the head of the National Park Service about finding aerial  photos that proved his inauguration crowd was larger than Obama’s.

Real fact: His crowd fell way short of Obama’s. It hurt trump’s ego.

Monday, Jan. 23

Good-bye TPP –from the platform of Bernie Sanders

Reinstated a gag order on government support for internaitonal aid groups that discuss and perform abortions. These aid groups also give advice on family planning and birth control.

This is, of course, a no-no in the trump/pense admin. For them, the unborn – an embryo – must be defended. But hey, once you’re born, kid, you’re on your own. No health care (unless your framily can afford it), no preschool, no childcare – unless your family can afford it. Yes, you love life until it actually becomes a living human being.

Build the wall and oh, sorry, but Mexico isn’t going to pay for it. You taxpayers are – not the wealthy, who are getting tax breaks, and not corporations, who are also getting more tax breaks, but you middle class chumps.

Withhold money for sanctuary cities.

Tuesday, January 24

For the EPA – Environmental Protection Agency – a freeze on all new contracts and grants.

Media blackout at the EPA and Department of Agriculture. You know, the agencies that are responsible for the air you breathe, the food you eat, the ones who provide data about CLIMATE CHANGE, that phrase that trump and his people claim is a hoax made up by the Chinese.

Defund International Planned Parenthood which provides family planning services, contraception, and women’s health care around the world. And yes, they provide abortions, too. That’s about three percent of what they do.

Wednesday, Jan. 25

Trump’s ego needs to be fed, so today he ordered a major investigation into voter fraud. I mean, how did Clinton win the popular vote by nearly 3 million votes? It had to be VOTER FRAUD. But nothing about the Russian computer hacking.

But, in the voter fraud realm, several members of trump’s team were registered to vote in two states!

Trump gives his first prime-time interview as prez.

Thursday, Jan. 26

Trump proposes 20% import tax on Mexican imports. Mexico is our third largest trading partner. The only thing this tax does is raise the price of foods and goods for American consumers.

He also apparently thinks torture like waterboarding works and said he was in favor of bringing it back, along with black op prisons. He then supposedly deferred to his secretary of defense, who’s opposed to it.

The heated rhetoric between trump and the president of Mexico ratcheted upward.

Friday, Jan. 27

Trump creates chaos at American airports when he signs an executive order that blocks all refugees from entering the U.S. for 120 days and added travel restrictions from Muslim countries – none of which have been responsible for terrorist acts in the U.S. since 9/11

This order caused unimagined chaos at airports, protests, and opened the door for mass deportations. A federal judge banned parts of it.

Oh – this too. On Inauguration day, four journalists covering the protests were arrested on federal riot charges – even though they weren’t involved in the riots – and that carries a ten year prison sentence and a fine of $25,000.

In short, trump’s first week in office has taken the U.S. several steps closer to Fascism.

Re-read 1984.

Follow Robert Reich’s nightly live feed on Facebook.

Stay abreast of real news.

And if a Muslim registry is started, sign up.

If your beliefs are in line with everything trump is doing, then own them without resorting to “the bible says…” Or “god says…” Don’t use god as an excuse for your own hatred, racism, bigotry, misogyny, homophobia.



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The Poughkeepsie Seer


This is an old blog entry from 2011 that I posted when I was writing BUMP IN THE NIGHT. Somehow, the story never made it into the book, but I just came across it while preparing for a radio show that was to focus on that book. Just as the story didn’t make it into the book, the radio show didn’t happen either! But here’s the story. It’s an interesting one that says a lot about the mystery of spirit contact.

If you know much about American history, you’ve no doubt heard about Andrew Jackson, the fourteenth president. But you’ve probably never heard about American mystic named Andrew Jackson Davis. So here’s a history lesson from the mystical underground.

In  1844, at the age of 18, a shoemaker named Andrew Jackson Davis went into a state of semi-trance and wandered from his home in Poughkeepsie, New York. The next morning he found himself forty miles away in the mountains where he claimed he encountered the spirits of Swedish philosopher and mystic Emmanuel Swedenborg and the second-century Greek physician Claudius Gale.  He came away from the experience claiming he was mentally illuminated. Even though he never attended school, he began teaching and writing about supernatural powers, which he called human magnetism and electricity.

Davis, who became known as the Poughkeepsie Seer, also exhibited these powers. In 1845, he began to dictate, while in trance, a book entitled The Principles of NatureIn the book, Davis made the following prediction regarding a new era of communication with the other side.

“It is a truth that spirits commune with one another while one is in the body and the other in the higher spheres—and this, too, when the person in the body is unconscious of the influx, and hence cannot be convinced of the fact; and this truth will ere long present itself in the form of a living demonstration. And the world will hail with delight the ushering in of that era when the interiors of men will be opened, and the spiritual communion will be established…”

In Davis’ notes, dated March 31, 1848, are the following words: “About daylight this morning a warm breathing passed over my face and I heard a voice, tender and strong, saying: ‘Brother, the good work has begun—behold a living demonstration is born.’ I was left wondering what could be meant by such a message.”

It wasn’t long before he realized the meaning of the message. March 31, 1848 was the day that  Maggie Fox and her two sisters established a means of communicating with the others side, which gave birth to Spiritualism, a movement that flourished in the waning decades of the Victorian Era.  Davis had experienced a synchronicity through his contact with the other side.

While synchronicity doesn’t always involve spirit contact, it can serve as connective tissue between the everyday world and the other side, the world of spirit. The more contact we make, the more the so-called ‘dead’ appear to be quite alive and willing to communicate.

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Inside Trump’s Mind

QVC Red Carpet Style Party

QVC Red Carpet Style Party

We’ve asked 3 ‘special forces’ psychic spies to remote view Donald Trump’s mind. Here’s a collection of results as  they tuned into POTUS’s  thoughts.

We don’t need alternative energy when we’ve got alternative facts.

Lots of nasty women were out on that march after my inauguration. There was not a 10 among them.

It’s okay if Melanie wears that $1,000 Gucci pussy bow blouse a second time before giving to one of her maids. But I would hate to see her model one of those pussy hats.

Kellyanne…Kellyanne…Kellyanne. Hugs and kisses…and more for Kellyanne.

I’m sure everyone will love my wall, except for the 11 million illegals I’m going to put on the other side. Somehow – and I’m going to find out how – nearly half of them voted for Hillary and skewed and screwed the popular vote results of  my great election.

If we don’t get this widespread voter fraud problem under control by next year, I may issue an executive order to suspend the 2018 election. We just can’t trust the results any longer. And we certainly don’t want to lose control of Congress. Hundreds of thousands – no millions – of illegals will vote for Dems and destroy our democracy.


Good going, remote viewers. Your IDs are protected. Even though it’s difficult to say that these are actual thoughts coming from Trump’s conscious mind, they seem to fit the reality of everyday events emerging from the presidency. And thanks to Melania for modeling  the pussy hat! And a friend for providing the evidence!

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Golden Retriever to the Rescue


Noah and Nika – Noah the Golden

This post grew out of another on creativity and precognition, about how people who work in artistic fields often tap into the future through their works. It comes from writer and novelist Randy Russell. He wrote Ghost Dogs of the South as well as a number of other books on ghosts and several novels. Look him up on Amazon. I suspect Randy is one of those people who’s a magnet for synchronicities, spirit communication and other things that go bump in the night.

In an exchange of emails verifying an experience he had, he related an intriguing true story that he collected for Ghost Dogs of the South. He couldn’t use it, though, because it didn’t happen in the South!

Four teenagers, two girls who were best friends and their boyfriends, seniors in high school, sneaked out to go rafting on the Colorado River. The rapids turned bad and swept them away, down a portion of the river where rafting wasn’t allowed. They fell out of the raft, which was either swept away or destroyed.

They ended up stranded on the river sandbar island with no way off. Not only was it near dark, it was also getting cold. “The boys decided to become heroes and braved crossing the river rapids to seek help. They probably didn’t give a thought to the fact that they were leaving the two girls abandoned on that sand island, overnight,” Randy wrote. “The two girls were left shivering on the sand bar island in their bikinis. Kids, you know. The two girls huddled. It was the best they could do. Then one girl’s Golden Retriever shows up.”

The dog was alive, actually at home, so the girl just kept staring at the dog, trying to figure out how it had gotten to the sandbar. Then the dog started digging in the sand in front of them and got down into the hole – and vanished. The teenagers caught on. The girls dug holes in the sand, climbed in, and covered themselves with sand in order to keep warm and survive the night.

“They were rescued by helicopter the next morning. And now I don’t remember who told me of this occurrence. She was also a writer, btw.  Hey, it wasn’t you, was it?”

Nope, the story didn’t come from me! What I find especially interesting about it is that the girl’s Golden Retriever, a breed known for loyalty to the people it loves, sensed she was in trouble and was able to materialize in front of her to show her what she should do. Was the dog out of body? How was it able to project an image of itself that could dig a hole in the sand so that the girls would understand how to survive the night?

Randy wrote, “I like to think the dog sensed their discomfort ~ danger. As a close family member might in general sense a family member in stress miles and miles and miles away. Dogs’ ability to respond to spiritual influences is more sensitive than our own ability to do so.  Kind of like their sense of smell is so much better than ours.”




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The Female Archetype, Rising

Depending on which news sources you read about the Women’s March, it appears that many of these marches had a turnout that blew apart expectations: 500,000 in D.C., 400,000 in NYC, 500,000 in L.A, 250,000 in Chicago, 90,000 in Minneapolis, and thousands more in more than 300 cities across the U.S. and in numerous foreign countries. Think about this for a moment. Trumps’ inauguration drew under a million. Just the numbers in these four cities blow his numbers out of the water.

What we may be seeing here is the rise of the feminine archetype.

Trump and the racist, mysoginist billionaires and millionaires in his cabinet seem to think that they will be able to shove women back into the 1950s, rob Afro-Americans and minorities of their rights to vote and to do anything else guaranteed under the Bill of Rights. They seem to believe they can do this because, after all, he is THE DONALD, the king of reality TV who spins facts to suit his version of reality. He has those who aid and abet him in this surreal world we’ve entered – Kellyanne Conway as one of the worst.

It’s beyond me to understand how any woman, of any ethnicity, religion, or political belief, can support a man who denigrates women and minorities at every opportunity. And how can a woman who has daughters support this guy? Each day will bring a new revelation about what will be DEFUNDED. Planned Parenthood, the Affordable Care Act, the National Foundation of the Arts, regulations on emissions. That’s just for starters.

Rob and I attended a rally in West Palm Beach with our friends Dwane, Rose, and Estis. The organizers were hoping for 1600. More like 5,000 showed up and many of them carried signs.



Some of the others moved past too quickly for me to photograph:

Now you’ve pissed off a grandmother.

Keep your small hands off my tits.

The best I saw was too far away to photograph. It read: OBAMACARED.

The White House is now occupied by a man so crass, so narcissistic,  that when you put him up next to the class act of Obama, he’s the lone clown dancing on top of a train wreck tweeting his foreign policies and his attacks on the media and everyone else in 140 characters or less. His every action screams, Hey, pay attention to me, I’m the best, the greatest…

Sure. And we’re watching you,we women are. We know what you are. We know you hope to take us back to the days of Leave it to Beaver and The Donna Reed Show. We know you hope to take us back to the days of abortions in dark alleys, of no contraception, of robbing us of the decisions to govern our own bodies. We know you hope to silence us, to bring us to some more perverted version of The Handmaid’s Tale,  The Hunger Games, On the Beach, or to a  Dystopian reality that no storyteller has conceived of yet.

But understand this: you have awakened the female archetype, that collective something in us that refuses to submit, become submissive, to draw back into the shadows. And when this archetype rises,  dudes like you don’t stand a chance.


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Dreamland with Whitley Strieber


About a week ago, we were on Dreamland with Whitley Strieber to talk about Sensing the Future. It’s always a pleasure talking to him and this interview was particularly enlightening.

Whitley kindly introduces us this way: “Trish and Rob MacGregor are frequent and eagerly anticipated guest on Dreamland and they’re back with Sensing the Future: How to Tap In Your Intuition and Read Signs from the Universe to Predict What’s to Come.

“In the first half of the show they offer some new explanations about precognition and how to see the future in ways that actually work, but the second half is where it really gets eerie when Whitley brings out his personal dream book and begins discussing his recurrent dreams of a mind-boggling inundation.”

You can listen here.








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Trump Trackdown

Here’s a fascinating prediction of the coming of Trump from an episode of a 1958 Western called Trackdown. In this episode, a snake-oil salesman named Trump talks about building a wall to save everyone.

When I saw this four-minute clip, I figured the name ‘Trump’ was a voice-over. But I was surprised when I went to Snopes.com and found out it’s legit – the character who was going to build the wall was really named Trump. It’s an example of  synchronicity and precognition through the creative process.



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