Thursday, January 26

There Are No Real Winners In A War

World War 2 Bomb Damage - St. Paul's from Paternoster Row, London
I was going through some old mementos my mother had hoarded away in a case. Amongst the photos, birthday cards and so on was a newspaper from May 8, 1945. This was VE-Day - Victory in Europe. But there are no real winners in wars. One of the articles in the newspaper illustrated this. It was written by Roma Sherris, the heading being 'Mrs.J puts out her bunting'.

Mrs. James is 60. She's small with rather a pointed face, and her eyes are dark and bright like a bird's. By profession she is a charlady.

This is not, you may think, a particularly distinguished or remarkable portrait. But for me - and I have known her a good many years now - Mrs. James is a symbol.

In 1939 Mrs. James three sons joined up [to go to war]. Tom was twenty-five, Dick was twenty-three and John, her 'baby' only nineteen.

Mrs. James was extremely proud and, like every other mother, a little frightened. Not that she ever said anything about that. It would have been 'soft.' And Mrs. James hates anything 'soft or sloppy' as she calls it.

When she came to work she would bring their photographs and presents in a canvass shopping bag. A picture of Tom, the good-looking one, standing outside an estaminet , with his arm round a pretty French girl's waist. A chromium brooch from Dick, with his regimental arms in the middle. And a gleaming apricot cushion-cover with a camel and palm trees stamped on it, from John, in the Navy.

One brilliant summer's morning in 1940 Mrs. James came to work a little late. She looked very small and pale in her old black coat and the hat she always wore, with a dagger hat-pin and black osprey trimmings.

She took a telegram out of the old canvass bag and handed it to me. Tom had been killed, fighting in France.

"That's was, that is," was all she said. Then she started to do the washing up.

A week later she had another telegram. During the evacuation of Dunkirk Dick's ship, bringing him home had a direct hit. He was killed instantaneously.

After that Mrs. James began to work furiously. "Keeps your mind occupied," she said. After her morning's charing she would go to a forces canteen to wash up. During the lunch hour she did her shopping and queued for fish and vegetables for her daughter, who was having a baby.

She seldom talked about Tom and Dick. I don't think she could trust herself and she was so frightened of being 'soft.' But she wore Dick's regimental badge proudly on her shabby coat and a pendant with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it, which Tom had sent from Paris.

Last year [1944] Mrs. James had her last telegram. John had been drowned.

After that I thought she was going to pieces. She became incredibly thin and nothing would induce her to stop working. She never talked about herself but all the life had gone out of her bright eyes.

Then the flying-bomb raids started and Mrs. James became a different woman. She was really angry about them. All her old fighting spirit came back. And the day her ceilings came down her invective and sarcasm against such an unmilitary weapon of war were a joy to hear.

Her daughter got bombed out and Mrs. James brought her and the baby to live with her. Quite soon after that she started producing photographs of the baby out of her canvass bag when she arrived in the morning.

The other day I passed her house. She was balanced precariously on the top of a ladder fixing bunting over the front door.

"You look very happy Mrs. James," I said.

"I am," she replied. "Well we've got a lot to be thankful for, haven't we? After all. we've won the war."

I wanted to say, "You've won the war, Mrs. James," but I didn't she would have thought I was being 'soft'.

Sometimes we forget what others have done for us.

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Sunday, January 22

Attracting What You Want The Easy Way!


The next day, after I had completed my last post, (Attracting An Abundance Of Pens - By Coincidence?), I came across the following story in the Daily Mail newspaper from Elizabeth Wright. It illustrates how asking for something can attract what you wish for. Surely this can't simply be coincidence. I see that the writer describes it as 'very weird and utterly spooky'. See what you think., here's her experience ...

A few years ago, my daughter asked me: "Mum, what do you want for your birthday?"

As I had begun a new career as a freelance writer and was turning my back bedroom into a study, I replied: "Well, a wooden letter rack and a wastepaper basket would be most useful."

Later that day, I had to take some household rubbish along to the recycling centre. Staff directed the public to the correct areas - cardboard on the left, garden refuse at the end, metal on the right, all other rubbish to a big bay.

There was room for just six cars at a time to deposit their items, so we waited in a lengthy, but orderly, queue.

Eventually my turn came, so I pulled up and started to reverse, only to find that the chap behind me, in a noisy red mini, had decided he wasn't going to wait any longer and whizzed in, grabbing the space.

He shrugged as I loudly complained, but a few seconds later another opening became available at the other end of the bay. I opened the tailgate to dump my rubbish and turned to see where it could go on this high pile of waste - and could no believe what I saw behind my car.

Standing side by side on the concrete parking space, separate from all the other refuse, were a perfect wooden letter rack and a spotless wastepaper basket.

The hairs rose on the back of my neck. I picked up the two items and put them in the back of my car to take home. They are still serving me well, but to this day I have no explanation, but something very weird and utterly spooky had happened.

~ Elizabeth Wright.

Perhaps in life it's a case of 'If you don't ask, you don't get'. I can remember my mother saying something like this to me as a child!

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Wednesday, January 18

Attracting An Abundance Of Pens - By Coincidence?

Four pens

In lots of ways this is very similar to my post An Abundance Of Five Brooms Coincidence - only substituting 'Pens' for 'Brooms'. I shall explain:

I had a form to complete, tried one pen and it didn't work, tried another and that didn't write either. In exasperation I said to my wife, "We must get some more decent pens." She must have had more important things on her mind as she just mumbled, "Mmmm" or something similar.

Anyway, we went off for a walk to town that morning and while she went somewhere or other I walked up to the bank. Outside the bank was a pen on the ground - a perfect silver coloured pen. I slipped it into my pocket and walked on. There was no sign that it belonged to anyone.

The next day, walking again, we were turning into our road and there at the side was another silver coloured pen - and it wrote perfectly.

"My guardian angel is looking after my needs," I said. A similar, "Mmmm" was the reply.

I was quite chuffed with my two pens. That same afternoon a neighbour asked me if I could help him with his new computer tablet as he couldn't get the wi-fi working. Not that I'm an expert, far from it, but I went to his house to see what I could do. To cut it short, I managed to get his tablet working properly, after about an hour an a half. He was very pleased, so I went home.

About an hour or so later the same neighbour knocked on the door and handed me a small package. He said it was for helping him. Inside were three new pens!

So, from saying I wanted some pens I received five - just like I received five brooms in my other post I mentioned. Magic?

It's almost like that passage from the Bible that says: 'Ask and it shall be given to you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over ...'

It's certainly odd though, how a throw away statement can generate five pens (or five brooms!) or maybe five anything else. Coincidence, of course, but is it? Some will say there is no such thing.

Again, strangely, I had been reading a book my friend's wife had given me about angels ... okay, I haven't gone all religious, but the gist of the book is that we can ask angels to help with our needs, health and so on - but we have to say our requests out loud. No silent pleas and, according to the book, any prayers should also be said aloud.

I'm not saying for one minute that angels supplied me with pens, and brooms but there does seem to be an underlying 'power' whereby we can influence our lives for the better. That's all I'll say ... before the men in white coats arrive.

You never know, ask for something and you might just get it - but don't dwell on what you don't want because you might just as easily get that as well.

P.S. My photo only shows four pens - as with my five brooms post - I gave one away. That sort of starts another conversation about giving and receiving - but another time, perhaps.

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Saturday, January 14

How To Bring A Dead Fly Back To Life

Dead fly

A coincidence story which is also a lesson i.e. How to bring a dead fly back to life. My thanks to JC for this much needed information!

"A few years years ago I had just watched a David Blaine video where he picked up a dead fly and brought it back to life, in a public park, stunning some onlookers.

I did some reading on the web and found the secret. Apparently, if a fly is chilled, it will go into a kind of stasis, and if you re-warm it, it will come to 'life'. He had simply stashed a very cold fly on a public drinking fountain, quickly found his audience members, and used the warmth of his hand to reanimate the fly.

I thought this was cool, because I read an awful lot, and I had never heard of this fact about flies before, and I like learning new things like that.

So, immediately after watching the video, I went to the fridge to get a drink. I opened the fridge more quickly than I usually do, making a vortice of air.

From the top shelf of the fridge, a small black speck was sucked out of the fridge by the air, landing on the floor. It looked like an unremarkable crumb or bit of food about half the size of a raisin. It fell directly down, aided only by gravity.

I'm kind of fastidious, so I leaned over to pick it up. It was a housefly, seemingly dead.

I looked at it for about three seconds - then it reanimated and flew up into the air!

Upon learning that chilled flies look dead and can reanimate when warmed, I immediately saw it happen, in a very coincidental way."

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Tuesday, January 10

Graveyard Coincidence Plus Sensing The Future

Headstones in a cemetery

Here's a story I received recently. I guess you could say it's coincidence or synchronicity, but it is also about following a feeling, premonition or maybe you may say guidance. I have edited the story slightly, but the meaning and content are the same.

Over the past year I have lost several people, but the most important were Thomas Joseph Williams (surrogate father) and his son Daniel Adam Williams.

Danny was my closest friend from the age of 10 till he was killed in a horrible accident in July 2016. He was two weeks away from his 33rd birthday.

On his birthday, July 27th, I left work via my normal route home. About a mile into my trip I had an urge to take a side road - that wasn't a shortcut - and one I had never been on previously. I turned, went down another mile or so, and there was a small cemetery on the left. I felt compelled to stop for some reason.

I'm a rock-hound and love searching for arrowheads. As soon as I stepped out I saw this brilliant raw piece of white and purple agate. A rare find for me.

I walked from headstone to headstone until I came to the last one... ADA VIRGINIA WILLIAMS (I interpreted this to A DANIEL.ADAM WILLIAMS). Her headstone was the only Williams, and was the only one made from the same stone as I had just found. The stone now resides on my mantelpiece.

The next day I researched Ada Williams and found that her maiden name was Thomas (the first name of my surrogate father!) - Ada Virginia Thomas Williams ... Thank you ma'am.

~ Eturner072723


My blogging friends, the award winning authors Trish and Rob Macgregor, have a new book out on the 10th of January (13th of January in the UK). The book is called Sensing the Future. This is how it is described on Amazon:

In Sensing the Future, well-known paranormal experts and authors Trish and Rob MacGregor unravel the mystery around precognition to help readers develop their psychic abilities.

Precognition is one of the least understood but most commonly occurring psychic experiences. At one time or another, most people have had minor experiences with synchronicity or having a feeling about a future event that came true, but few understand how it happened or how to do it again. With Sensing the Future, readers learn to enhance this innate power to benefit their lives.

Trish and Rob provide tips and simple ways to coax answers to your life questions out of your dreams, and how to increase awareness of the inner realm in everyday life. They also explain the most common methods for future prediction - astrology, the tarot, numerology and stichomacy.

Along the way, Trish and Rob give hundreds of examples from history when people predicted the future, from scientists to novelists and spiritual leaders, as well as personal accounts from their own experiences and those of friends and family.

An important question many wonder after a precognitive event is whether our lives are truly governed by free will or destiny. If you saw the future and reacted, did you change the future through your own free will? Or was it destiny? If you're one of the curious seeking an answer, find out for yourself in Sensing the Future.

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Friday, January 6

The Magic Of Changelings And Cornwall's Men-an-Tol Stones

Men-an-Tol Cornwall

The photo above is of the Men-an-Tol stones in Cornwall, sometimes referred to as the Crick Stone or the Devil's Eye. They are said to have magical properties.

Some say they have a fairy or pixie guardian who can make miraculous cures. In one case a changeling baby was put through the hole in the stone in order for the mother to get her real child back. Evil pixies had exchanged her child, and the ancient stones were able to reverse their spell.

Changeling babies are often mentioned in ancient tales. They are typically described as being the offspring of a fairy, elf or other legendary creature that has been secretly left in the place of a human child.

A changeling may seem a fanciful idea but one was locked up in Cornwall's Bodmin Old Prison in the 1600s. Her name was Anne Jeffries and she was born in St Teath, Cornwall in 1626. Being a supposed changeling she had legendary healing powers - and this is why she was locked up in prison!

Ann Jeffries was kept in Solitary Confinement for six months, and not given any food. The strange thing is, she was not affected by this in any way. Her health and weight were maintained She insisted that she was fed and cared for by the fairies in her cell at night. 

Ann, however, never described herself as a changeling. It is described in an old letter how her powers came about - from first seeing fairies. A quote from the letter (in old English):

In the Year 1645, (she then being nineteen Years old) she being one day knitting in the Garden, there came over the Garden-hedge to her (as she affirmed) six Persons of a small Stature, all clothed in green, which she called d'Fairies: upon which she was so frighted, that she fell into a kind of a Convulsion-fit: But when found in this Condition, we brought her into the House, and put her to bed, and took great Care of her. As soon as she recovered out of her Fit, she cries out, "They are just gone out of the Window; they are just gone out of the Window; do you not see them?" 

Source: The letter was from a Moses Pitt to the Right Reverend Father, Dr. Edward Fowler, Lord Bishop of Gloucester.

Okay, got side tracked! Lets get back to the Men-an-Tol stones.

Men-an-Tol means, in the Cornish language, 'stone and hole' which very much describes what it is, as can be seen from the photo.

The stones are believed to be from the Bronze age and, if this is correct, would mean they are over 3500 years old. As to what they actually are or signify is debatable. They may once have been part of a circle of stones - which would have given it a ritual significance - or alternatively they could have been part of a burial chamber - the hole being for access.

These ancient stones have much folklore attached to them and are said to have a fairy or piskie guardian who can carry out various cures. With the obvious feminine symbolism it is claimed that if, at a full moon, a woman passes through the hole backwards seven times she will become pregnant.

Men-an-Tor is said to heal many ills. It was famous in olden times for curing scrofula (lymphatic tuberculosis) and rickets in children. The children were passed naked three times (or some say nine) through the hole to effect the cure. Adults can gain relief from bad backs by crawling through the opening nine times. Radiation levels around the inside edges of the hole are said to be nearly twice that found in the background environment, maybe this has some significance.

The stones have been used for telling the future. In 1856 Robert Hunt wrote that the holed stone could answer any question. Two brass pins would be laid crosswise on top of each other on the stone and would move by themselves, dependent of the question asked.

Rituals may also have once been taken place here, with the hole aligning to other ancient sites, or as a window into other worlds or dimensions. It has also been suggested that passing through the stone could have signified a ritual re-birthing process, perhaps performed as a rite of passage or to ensure fertility.

Whatever mysteries the stones hold, it is a magical place.

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Monday, January 2

A Squirrel Question Answered By Coincidence

Squirrel on a tree

A short coincidence story, with thanks, from Nick.

My friend and I were sitting in a park having a smoke on a bench. We were talking about a television program we had seen, in which a squirrel had to decide if it was going to get eaten by a jungle snake or jump out a a tree from high up in the branches.

The squirrel jumped and I brought up the question to my pal: "Would the squirrel have died?"

Literally 15 seconds later a squirrel fell out of the tall tree, we were sitting under, and ran off.

I guess our question was answered!

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