Two Amazing Coincidence Meetings

Here's a coincidence from Sue Sherman.

Last year, my husband and I spent a few days in Cumbria.

One morning we decided, on the spur of the moment, to visit an English Heritage site and when we got there we found we were the only people there.

We got talking to the volunteer in the shop, a women who was in her late 60s. When she asked where we were from, we suddenly realised she and I had known each other some 30 years earlier.

She told us how unhappy she had been during that period, and how she subsequently left her husband and turned her life around.

She said that she often thought how much she owed her neighbour in those days, who had given her the strength to move on.

We marvelled at the coincidence of meeting up, exchanged details and left.

A few days later, back home hundreds of miles away, my husband and I attended a World War I history day.

When we got there, we sat down completely at random, next to another attendee whom we had never met.

We got talking and to our complete and utter astonishment found out that he was the next-door neighbour to whom the woman had referred - and to whom she had wanted to say thank you.

~ Sue Sherman.

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Mike's other blog Mike's Cornwall is updated every other day 

5 POSTS ABOUT CORNWALL FROM MIKE'S CORNWALL BLOG

(1) THE COINCIDENCE MEETING AT BOSCASTLE

My wife and I had been away on a long weekend break. On the journey home we decided to take a longer, scenic route which took in the north coast of Cornwall. It got to about 11 o'clock and I saw the sign to the coastal village of Boscastle.

I asked my wife if she'd like to visit there, so we could have a tea or coffee while overlooking the sea. She couldn't make up her mind, but I took the turning anyway. When we reached Boscastle I drove into the only car park.

As it was out of the summer season the very large car park was virtually empty, so we found a spot to the middle of one side. As we parked another car stopped directly behind us about four rows back ...

For full post click: The Coincidence At Boscastle

(2) MARAZION AND THE MAGICAL ST.MICHAEL'S MOUNT

We were in the Marazion and Mounts Bay area yesterday. The main attraction, in my opinion, being St. Michael's Mount. I find it very magical. Unfortunately it isn't open during the winter months so had to admire from afar.

There are numerous stories linked to St. Michael's Mount such as :

(1) It is said that the Archangel Michael appeared before local fisherman on the mount in the 5th century ...

For full post click: Marazion and the Magical St.Michael's Mount

(3) A FLAVOUR OF CORNWALL'S EDEN PROJECT: 15 PHOTOS

We went to Cornwall's Eden Project yesterday. It was a funny old day weather-wise, there was hail stones, blue sky and even a few dark clouds, but it was all very pleasant. Today's post, therefore, simply consists of 15 photos snapped as we walked ...

For full post click: A Flavour of Cornwall's Eden Project: 15 Photos

(4) THE 500 PLUS YEAR OLD BRIDGE IN ST.AUSTELL

On the outskirts of  St.Austell town there is a very old bridge that is rarely given a second glance. It no longer carries traffic, other than perhaps a few bicycles. This is a shame because the bridge is well over 500 years old 

For full post click: The 500 Year Old Bridge In St.Austell

(5) THE MYSTERIOUS ROCHE ROCK CORNWALL

s the evening shadows fall on Roche Rock, and it's tiny chapel, the wind howls heartily over the heath-land. It is definitely not a place for the faint-hearted. The ghost of an old tin miner casts his shadow with no earthly presence to be seen ... gulp ...

For  full post click : The Mysterious Roche Rock, Cornwall

Robins Comfort The Bereaved

I have published many posts about white feathers and how - for some - they appear to be contact from a loved one who has died. Today a similar theme but this time, instead of white feathers, it is a robin who is the messenger. The short story is from Sarah:

I have been told, when someone dies robins are a sign from the spiritual world that the person is still here. A true tale ...

A little while after my father passed, a robin flew into our house (through the kitchen back door) and upstairs into my bedroom and perched on a photo of my father! 

It was amazing and beautiful. An unforgettable treasured memory. Especially now, as a Robin always seems to appear at significant moments.

Life is wonderfully strange and unfathomable.

~ Sarah

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The Number Seven Guardian Angel

From my cuttings an amusing 'Lucky 7' story which also includes coincidences. I believe it was first published in the Daily Mail a while back and was from a Bob Hunt, England.

Back in December 2002, I suffered a severe heart attack and was admitted to hospital.

The following month I ended up at London's Royal Brompton for a major operation which, thanks to the staff, was a great success.

The cardiac surgeon told me the procedure would add seven years to my life. It took seven weeks to recover and get back to normal lifestyle. I am now in my last year of a seven year period!

Not long after the op, my eldest son, Stewart said, "Dad, as you have had a bad time this year and have been a perfect patient, I would like to give you a present."

"Such as?" I asked.

He went on, "I'll get your name in every daily newspaper in the UK at the same time."

I was intrigued and asked, "Would I have to murder someone?"

My son laughed and told me to wait and see. He then asked, "When are you and Mum going to Norfolk on holiday this year?"

I told him we'd be going in the first week of July [the seventh month].

Unknown to me, he contacted Great Yarmouth racecourse and paid £1000 to have a race named The Bob Hunt Family And Friends Condition Stakes (Class C), to be held on July 3, 2003, at 3.35pm. On that day, I came down to breakfast at our hotel and picked up a Daily Mail. Looking through the racing section I saw my name!

My son's prediction was true.

When we met up, he said, "Dad, what's your lucky number?"

I explained, "When playing bingo, the caller always says, "On its own, lucky seven."  So as a bingo addict, I suppose that must be my lucky number.

"That's good," he said, and explained that there were seven coincidences:

# It had been seven months since my heart operation.

#The prize money for the horse owner was near on £7,000.

#The race was over seven furlongs.

#There were seven runners in the race.

#The horse I wanted to back, Tarjman, was number seven.

#The horse was drawn into stall number seven.

#Finally the trainer was a Mr. Stewart, the same name as my son't Christian name.

At the racecourse, just before my race, I dashed over with my son to the bookmakers to place our bet (which was now a bigger stake than normal (oh horse number seven).

There was a queue and incredibly, there were seven people in front of us! They were quickly dealt with and the bet was on.

We anxiously watched the race and, yes! our prediction was right, number seven won.

I was then due to present the winning horse's owner with his trophy. With all of the excitement I felt unwell. My son told me not to worry: he and my youngest son would do the honours. I wondered if my guardian angel had a number seven on her wings.

I was in seventh heaven!

~ Bob Hunt, Hertford.

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Lanzarote And Small Coincidences

Lanzarote

I hadn't been experiencing many coincidences / synchronicity moments recently - must have been out of sync with the world or something!

I decided my wife and I needed a break so we went off to Lanzarote to get some proper sunshine and to switch off from computers and the like.

We arrived in the Canary Islands and wondered if we'd made the right choice for our destination. On our first morning we wandered down to the sea front and sat on a public seat. I snapped a photo of the beach and sea and then, for some reason, randomly turned to my right and took a photo of the promenade.

I checked the photo and noticed that the woman in the centre of the photo was wearing a t-shirt with a large '76' on the front.

I have written, probably many times, how 76 or 67 has occurred in my life over and over, almost symbolising good things. So I took the t-shirt to be sign that we had made the right choice.

Then when we started walking my wife said, "Do you realise that our suite number is also a 76 or a 67?"

I hadn't, but our suite was number 4216. So 4+2=6 and 1+6=7. So 67.

But also 4+2+1 =7 and the remaining 6 =76.

So all was well with Lanzarote!

We wandered along the sea front for a few miles and ended up by Arrecife Airport, which is right on the coast. The planes were arriving from the direction of the sea. It was interesting to see them arrive very low above our heads.

My wife said, "I wonder when the next plane will be as I'd like to see it land." At that precise moment a couple on bikes stopped next to us and, out of the blue, the man said to us, "Do you want know when the next plane is landing?"

We said we did. He got out his phone where he had an app and could tell when the next plane was due, and even had a picture as to what it looked like plus where it had come from. I took the photo below of that expected plane.

My wife's question was answered!

After this similar 'little' coincidences / synchros seemed to keep popping up over and over. So the break in Lanzarote turned out to be a positive experience.

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Sensing The Future, Premonition And Angel 37

Here's something strange. I woke up with the number 37 in my head and a picture of Google (of all things!) I thought no more about it, until later when I checked my Google Plus account. In the top right hand corner of the page was the number of notifications I had that day and it was ... yes 37! Normally I have more than this, so not a typical number I would have guessed.

It also amused me because before I went to bed that night I had been reading Trish & Rob MacGregor's book Sensing the Future! So were my early morning thoughts influenced by what I had read?! Had I sensed the future - who knows.

I thought I'd look on the Internet to see if the number 37 had any significance, and couldn't find much but I did come across a blog called Angel Numbers. It seems 37 has a meaning (according to the writer that is) :

Angel Number 37 is a message from your angels that you are currently travelling along the right ‘life path’, and you are encouraged to persist in this vein. The Ascended Masters are with you giving you guidance and assistance when needed. Source

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So that's nice to know!

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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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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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Attracting An Abundance Of Pens - By Coincidence?

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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How To Bring A Dead Fly Back To Life

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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Graveyard Coincidence Plus Sensing The Future

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

SENSING THE FUTURE

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

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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A Squirrel Question Answered By Coincidence

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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The Answer To How Santa Manages To Deliver All Of Those Presents

How does he do it? How does Father Christmas (Santa Claus) manage to deliver to all of the children around the world, who believe in him? That's about 700 million children! Also, how the heck does he get all of the presents down the chimney? As a child my mother used to tell me Santa had a special pill that made him small. but I never really bought her theory.

Now though, we have an answer! Dr Katy Sheen from Exeter University has an explanation based on Einstein's theory of relativity.

The doctor started out by calculating how fast Father Christmas would have to travel by working out the number of households likely to celebrate Christmas around the world and the number of children likely to be in them. She eventually decided that Santa would have to travel at about 10 million kilometres per hour to deliver presents to every child expected to celebrate Christmas in 31 hours, taking into account different time zones.

That all sounds like quite a problem but, by Santa going so fast - according to Einstein - objects travelling at such a speed would become compressed in size. Therefore Santa would shrink! So he'd be able to pop down all of the chimneys. with all of those presents, without any difficulty.

Santa can make his deliveries without being seen because light waves get squashed at such high speeds. He would also change from red to green, appearing as a rainbow-coloured blur. At his top speed, he would become invisible to the human eye. So that's why we never see him.

Einstein’s theory could also explain why Father Christmas appears not to have aged – relativity means time slows when an object moves at high speeds.

All very good you may say, but how does Santa travel so fast? Dr. Sheen explains, "How does Santa manage to reach these phenomenal speeds? Well that’s magic! However, he would certainly need a lot of fuel – so don’t forget his glass of sherry, a mince pie or two and some carrots for the reindeer!

No matter what the explanation. it seems you can never take the magic out of Christmas. Thank goodness for that!

Have a Happy Christmas.

What Makes A Person Evil?

So, what makes a person evil? Nurture? Nature? Or maybe something else. Here's a theory from a Doctor Lascelles, written back in 1925. Perhaps you may well say that this notion is 'away with the fairies' - and maybe even more so, when I tell you that the theory came after his death via a medium. But here goes anyway:

I should think there are very few of you who have not been momentarily influenced by a kind of incipient evil. Blessedly the results of these incursions are usually brief. The love of one's own associates and family often over-ride the evil influence, but there come moments in the lives of some people when they succumb to the downward thrust of obsessional thoughts. Their whole thinking process can be taken over and used by external forces, hence the fact of violent crime or bitterly unloving attitudes.

Police reports show that men imprisoned for mischievous and evil pranks return to society no better. They continue inflicting themselves upon their environments and even terrorising their neighbours.

Most people are peace loving, even though they often fail to achieve the peace they seek, but others cannot be changed by penal sentences. Some day governments will see the futility of jailing offenders who are actually obsessed, or rather possessed, by what I call the diaka.

These people need rescuing, not jailing. I think that a great many of so-called supernatural phenomena of today such as hauntings of premises and actual possession of individuals, the propagation of the drug traffic, immorality in general, civil disturbance and war are caused by the diaka - you might call them devils, but it is better to call them deeply disturbed etheric beings who cannot adapt themselves to their condition and seek only to wreak damage and revenge upon living people. They do this, of course, by affecting the minds of individuals and causing them to act in criminal, immoral and irresponsible ways.

 In such cases it is not the one who appears to commit the offence who is really guilty, it is the one who influences the offender. If only this were better understood the burdens of modern society would be lightened. Your high security jails are infiltrated with evil forces. The occupants of these jails need spiritual healing every bit as much as their victims need physical healing.

~ Dr. Lascelles

Evil does seem to abound within our world and, though you may not accept the Doctor's ideas, there are influences out there on, say, the Internet, for example, that can corrupt those who extensively read and view such material.

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Make Love Not War - And The World Will React - Perhaps

Often when people write about coincidences and other such things they talk about how everything is linked together: people, the past, the present, the future and everything else that exists. If this is the case we must have the ability to influence everything - dependent on the strength of our mind. Take plants as an example.

People often mock when others say that they talk to their plants to make them grow better. But if everything is linked it's not such a silly notion at all. In fact it's been proven.

Take, for instance, the experiment of Dr Robert Miller, a professor from Georgia. He wondered if the mind could affect the growth of rye grass. I don't know why he picked on rye grass, but guess he had to choose something.

He set about finding out how quickly the rye grass grew from seed. Once the grass had sprouted he used a special instrument with a feather like arm to measure growth. This was connected to a moving drum where a chart recorded the increase.

He discovered that the rye grass grew at 0.00625 of an inch per hour - if left to it's own devices.

Having established this average growth he contacted two psychic healers Ambrose and Olga Worrall who lived hundreds of miles away. There job was to hold his rye grass in their minds starting at exactly 9pm.

The next day he checked the figures. The chart showed a steady continued average growth until 9pm, and then the growth started to increase. By 8am the next morning it was now growing at 0.525 of an inch per hour - an increase of 740%.

Using electronics Pierre Paul Sauvin discovered that plants respond to pleasure. He'd previously done tests that showed that if a plant was going to be injured - even if this was only a thought held in his mind - the plant would respond when attached to a galvanometer monitoring electrical activity.

One weekend Sauvin went for an overnight stay at his country cottage with his girlfriend. One thing turned to another and during the night the couple made love.

When he returned to his workshop, where his plants were housed, he found that the equipment attached to his plants, to record electrical activity, showed a dramatic increase at the same time as he had been having sex. At the moment of orgasm the marker pen - which recorded the data - flipped straight off the trace paper!

There are lots and lots of experiments with plants and their responses. Like everything else in the world they respond to love. So if we think nice thoughts and, like the old hippies, make love not war the world would perhaps become a nicer place.

Everything we do creates a reaction somewhere - probably, perhaps.

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Suspended In Space Like Salvador Dali And His Cats

The photo above is by an American photographer Philippe Halsman in a collaboration with the surrealist artist Salvador Dali and was taken back in 1948.

The theme of the photo - titled Dali Atomicus - is suspension. Dali himself, the three cats, the water, the bucket and a footstool are all suspended in mid air.

The picture was created as a reference to Dali's painting Leda Atomica - which can be seen to the right of the photograph behind two of the suspended cats.

A copy of the painting Leda Atomica is shown below and depicts Leda, the Queen of Sparta, with a swan - again all are suspended: Leda isn't actually sitting on the pedestal and the swan, together with an egg, stools, a book and set square all 'float' around the central nude figure.

The model for Leda was Dali's wife Gala.

Salvador Dali himself describes his painting thus:

"Dali shows us the hierarchized libidinous emotion, suspended and as though hanging in midair, in accordance with the modern 'nothing touches' theory of intra-atomic physics. Leda does not touch the swan; Leda does not touch the pedestal; the pedestal does not touch the base; the base does not touch the sea; the sea does not touch the shore ..."

As with atomic level particles we do not touch upon other things either unless, perhaps, by a meaningful coincidence or synchronicity.


In mythology Zeus raped Leda in the guise of a swan on her wedding night, while she slept with her new husband Tyndareus. This resulted in two sets of twins where one of each was immortal and the other mortal. Never trust a swan!

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