Category: Synchronicity

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Empath Chat room – The room of synchronicity.

 

 

empathBefore I continue on with the current series (which will continue for a few months), I wanted to just to mention the Empath / Spiritual support chat room.

While its intention is for empath and spiritual support, it is, and always was intended as a place of synchronicity.

For those who don’t know what that is (and think it’s only the name of an old record by The Police), synchronicity is about meaningful coincidences that help you along your path.

It was a term first coined by Carl Jung and then made popular in the 1990s by The Celestine Prophecy written by James Redfield.

The interesting thing about synchronicity is that the more you focus on it, the more it happens, and the quicker you move along your chosen path.

Years ago, there used to be a chat room on the Celestine Vision website. Many people came and believed it was a spiritual chat room. It wasn’t. It was a room of synchronicity. Many people found what they were looking for there, and through it all, there were many dramas, turf wars, alliances, and connections of people that lead to long friendships.

I was a mod there for years, but saw the end before it came. I was prompted to create my own chat room, which was geared towards Empaths. Initially, I did this for a then friend, but she did not follow through. Regardless, I kept the payments up and eventually people started to come in and stay. (And one of the people I made a mod stayed in the room for nearly a year before it finally started to take off.)

Today, this chat room is alive and healthy, and receives very interesting visitors.

It’s a mix between dark and light, support and acceptance. People come there and find just what they need most of the time.

So if you’re looking for a place to connect to others, you are welcome to join this room.

It’s a simple interface. (Java based) No ads and need to register. You can if you wish, though.

The rules are simple. Be nice to each other and don’t invalidate another.

You can find the chat room at on my website here.

 

I am The Phoenix,  my autobiography, is now available on paperback at amazon.com.

 

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Playing possum with my inner child.

possumIt is said that animals appearing in our lives are symbolic. They represent a message for us.

I never paid that much heed, but back in 1996, during a very intense period of growth, I had an incident occur that, to this day, still makes me smile.

I was on my way out for a drumming session that was run by a healing circle I was a part of back then.

Just before I left, a very strange incident occurred.

It was dark by the time I was ready to leave  and I went down to my computer room to pick up something.

This  room was underneath the house. It was separate and could be only entered from the outside. The door had a glass insert and curtains covering it.

As I went to unlock the door, I noticed that the curtains appeared to be moving, as if they were being blown by the wind. But I knew that was impossible as there was no source for a breeze.

I took a closer look, and my heart almost skipped a beat as I found myself staring at a small face. At first, I thought someone was in my room, and was acting in a deranged manner. But I stood my ground, and took out my pocket torch, and shone it onto the face. It turned out to be a possum! A baby one at that! But how one had found its way into my room, which was sealed up tight, was a real mystery.

I entered the room, and turned on the lights. I realised that I couldn’t remove it without it biting me, and I had no time to mess around. So I decided I would deal with it after I came back. So I left it clinging to my curtains.

When I got home, I went down to the computer room, and found that the possum had moved. I quickly found it snuggling next to my computer case! I could hardly believe it. It was resting just on my mouse cord, and looking as cute and as peaceful as it could. And even when I booted up my PC, and started typing away to my online friends, it didn’t move away.

I asked the people in the chat room what I should do. All I got was lots of laughter, and incredulous comments. They hardly believed me, and as webcams were not standard back then, I couldn’t show them either. After about half an hour, I realised that I couldn’t leave the possum where it was because I was afraid it might starve.  (I’m sure it wouldn’t have, but my logic at the time seemed to think that I couldn’t leave it there in any case.)

It was still resting against the case, and I knew I had to free it. So, I emptied a tissue box, put my mouse mat underneath, and put the box on top. It hardly resisted! I quickly took it outside and set it free.

The message of the possum was lost on me until a few days later where I experienced a rebirth of sorts and found that my inner child had been not only repressed, but crippled.

I was told later that the possum was said to be a representation of my inner child and me freeing it was what happened a few days later.

When I did break down the walls the encased it, it was life changing. It was as though my entire being experienced a rebirth.

People often see animals in their lives. Some are common, others tend to be rare. It’s those rare ones that should make you sit up and take note. What is the message? What are they trying to tell you?

Remember, nothing is random.

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Paranormal series: This story is copyright or how exactly do I do that?

Copyright Mark Wallpaper

I’ve written a few novels over the years. I’m a compulsive writer.

Always have been.

When I wasn’t writing a detailed diary, I’d be working on science fiction or fantasy novels.

Apart from one book, I consider all my stuff from the 80s and 90s to be really cringe worthy, however at the time I had dreams of being published and wanted to know how to make my work copyright.

As the net just wasn’t around back in those days (and I refused to buy a modem until they became reliable and used something more advanced than KERMIT as software, I didn’t have the means to find this out very easily.

I asked several people I knew, but they didn’t know. I asked people at work, and a couple of friends (my friend Paul) and a lady called Karin. We played Dungeon and Dragons with her and her husband every second weekend or so. (Got to love the old pen and paper games!)

It was during one of those sessions that Paul asked Karin on my behalf if she could find out about copyright since she worked for a law firm as a secretary.  She said that she would do that for me.

Around three weeks later,  a letter from a law firm  called  Law Partners  Barristers  & Solicitors arrived in the mail.  The envelope was addressed directly to me.  I stared at it in puzzlement and wondered what it was about.  I opened it up and found  a Client Newsletter for Winter 1989.

To  the  best of my knowledge,  I wasn’t  a  client  and neither was anyone else I knew.  There was no note of explanation attached and it certainly wasn’t advertisement.   Later on in my bedroom, for some reason, I picked it up once more. I had the nagging feeling that I should know something in connection with law firms. Then the penny dropped: Karin. It could only be her. I skimmed the newsletter and sure enough, on page three was a column entitled: Protecting Your Ideas.

In the second paragraph it went on to read:

If you are the author of any artistic or literary work, such as design drawings for a prototype of an   invention, you automatically have a right to copyright or the exclusive right to use of the work.

To protect this right, you must mark your work ’copyright’, use the symbol ©, name the author/owner and state the year first published.  A witness’s signature is also a  good idea.  Copyright generally exists for a period of 50 years after the author of the work dies.

Well that was the information I needed.  Knowing the type of personality she was, I thought it was typical of Karin not to include some sort of note.  She obviously thought that If I didn’t read the leaflet, I would be my own fault!

I rang up Paul the next day and told him about it.  Then the day after, he rang me at work.

He said:  Karin and Anthony just came in to (his place of) work. I thanked her for the letter she sent you on behalf of you which I felt was the right thing to do.  She said ‘What letter?’

The letter you sent Gary or got someone to send to Gary about  Copyright.’ 

 ‘I never sent him anything.’ she told me.

“What!” I practically screeched. “That’s impossible!”

“Well that’s what she said.”

“Was she joking?”

“No. She was serious.”

And in my experience, Karin wasn’t exactly a person who was thick on humour or did much joking. She tended to be very forthright.

So I asked everybody over the next few days if it was they who sent the letter. Everyone denied it and most people didn’t even know I was trying to Copyright my book, anyway. Karin confirmed that it wasn’t her when I saw her, claiming that she wouldn’t send something to me, she would just give it.

And that made sense, as it was much easier to just pass it on rather than go to the trouble of finding my address and posting it out, and it wasn’t as though she had arranged for that information to be in their newsletter so she could give it to me.

I’ve never received another newsletter from this firm, nor did I ever find out why my name suddenly appeared on their distribution list for just that one time.

As far as synchronicities go, that one has always been beyond me.

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Paranormal series: Calling forth answers or who is that girl?

Picture of the concept of synchronicity by CG ...

I’ve noticed that during my life, when I go seeking for information, the answers tend to find me and practically fall into my lap.

On one level, it’s amazingly cool, on another, it’s incredibly disturbing.

It’s not as though I even go looking for the answers. I just set the intention, often in passing, and I will get it. Sometimes it could take weeks, other times it could be the next day.

For example, back in 1981, I would leave the house to walk to the tram for school, and more often than not, I’d see a girl who lived at the end of my street leave at the same time and head in the same route I was taking.

There wasn’t anything particularly compelling about her, but I would often wonder who she was and how I might obtain that information.

I wasn’t a stalker, mind you. I was far too insecure for that type of thing back then!  I was sixteen and paranoid, but had just started on this current path, so I had yet to come into my own power. (Which is not to say I ever was a stalker!)

I never said anything to anyone. Never even spoke to the girl, and for weeks I would end up walking fifty meters behind her.

Then one day, I got a knock at the front door, and it was a lady who was collecting for a charity.

As it happened, she was a teacher called Nancy from my previous school, and while I was never her student, she did recognize me.  Then she said: You live down the road from Pinna and gave me the girl’s full name and where she lived and I found she was a year younger than me.

You could have knocked me down with a feather.

Now, you might be thinking, oh, okay, if she was a teacher, she’d know who was who around the neighbourhood, right, so nothing all that mysterious about it.

Well, yes, that is so; however it was the timing of it all. It was the only time I ever saw Nancy and she was quite qualified to answer my unspoken question.  Also, as I said, it happened very soon after I wanted to know who the girl was.

Also, importantly, that type of incident never occurred again.

As it was, it wasn’t the only time her name came up. After that, people would call her out by name just as I was passing her by, and her name was also brought up by a then friend’s sister (who I was very attracted to at the time, but it never went anywhere) who happened to be a friend of hers.

All without me ever bringing up the subject.

Now, you might ask what the point of me finding out Pinna’s name was, and really, there was none. We never spoke, and the closest we ever got to meeting was when I passed her and my friend’s sister, who said: Hi Gazza.  (Gaz or Gazza is a nick name for Gary.)

I have found that if I want to find out information, it would seem events around me almost conspire to give me what I want.

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Copyright.