Tuesday, December 29, 2009

A Christmas Gift from the Other Side

As is generally known by those familiar with DP (dead person) communication, the holidays are among those times (along with weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, and other special occasions) when our deceased loved ones are more likely to drop in and communicate with us. 

My most recent journey into this reality occurred on my way home from work this past Christmas Eve, and began with a “spirit nudge.” A DP was prompting me to tend to a couple of minor car issues—get gas and put air in the tires, neither of which I really needed to do at that moment—before going home to freshen up for the dinner party scheduled at my brother’s apartment later in the evening. Although I am aware that heeding DP suggestions and other trustworthy promptings from Spirit can be beneficial, my tiredness, laziness, and stubbornness conspired to have me telepathically reply with a “No thanks, not right now.” However, this DP was insistent and persuasive, promising that something good would result if I chose to heed the call to immediate action. 

Trusting the source and his representations, I drove directly to the gas station. Given the DP’s promise that a benefit would follow if I took care of the car before going home, I immediately put myself on alert for indications that the promise was being fulfilled. I didn’t have to wait very long for the first bit of evidence to emerge. After leaving the gas station and driving to my busy neighborhood, I got a parking space near the apartment building where I and my mother both live (separate apartments)—on a block usually devoid of parking spaces at that time of evening. Discovering that spot was a BIG deal because it meant that I wouldn’t have to lug a heavy, bulky box full of presents very far, nor drive around looking for another spot, and then later have to double park (always dangerous) to get the presents and my 89 year old mother safely into the car. Finding that space also meant that we would not have to deal with all the ice and snow left over from the most recent snow storm, because the path to and around the spot itself was clear. 

Then on the drive to my brother’s apartment I “lucked out” again by finding a tight parking spot not too far away, after dropping off my mother (so she wouldn’t have to deal with frozen snow and ice). That space was the only spot in the area and it took me a few minutes to locate it. So this was another break, allowing me to quickly escape from being among the desperate wild-eyed holiday drivers aggressively competing for parking spots. 

Later, after the dinner party—itself a total success with family, friends, good wine, great food and fantastic vibes all present—on the way home, I discovered a third “lucky” space waiting for me right in front of the building. This find was an especially HUGE deal given how late it was. For not only did finding this spot save me from having to double park and deal with snow and ice hurdles, but I also didn’t have to go searching for a place to park at that late hour when there are usually no good parking spaces to be had. 

Now of course, the logically inclined (or the spiritually inclined during logical moments) might dismiss all of this as coincidence. However, I take to heart what my medium friend Suzane Northrop always says, that "There are no coincidences." I’ve yet to venture that far in my thinking but have come to thoroughly distrust “coincidences” of this nature (almost as much as I distrust political “coincidences”). And when confronted with this kind of synchronicity (otherwise known as a “meaningful coincidence”), I like to ask, "Well if it wasn’t a coincidence, what was it?” 

Thus, the question here became, “If finding these parking spaces wasn’t a coincidence, then what on earth was really going on?” As I see it, my being able to find those three excellent parking spaces at crucial times was set up as a result of me first being open and receptive to DP messages, and then accepting the DP’s prompt to drive directly to the gas station before going home. Otherwise, the timing for the night would have been totally different, and guaranteed that those three spots would not have been there waiting for me. 

During the initial DP communication download, and throughout the evening, I felt my deceased father's energy, and saw him from time to time popping up enthusiastically in my mind’s-eye. Thus, my take was (and is) that Dad was there with us, helping to arrange me scoring not one…not two…but three “incredibly fortuitous” parking spaces on Christmas Eve—as his very thoughtful Christmas present to my mother and me. 

 “Thanks, Dad. Merry Christmas!” 

 And thank you for reading.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Magic Numbers and Letters—Still Coming On Strong

In my book Into the Mystic (From the Streets of Brooklyn), I described how “magic numbers and letters” can pop into view on license plates (and elsewhere) carrying a special energy and, somehow, simultaneously, deliver messages from Spirit. I explained that “55” was my own personal magic number, and to illustrate this spontaneous divination process, related some of my experiences as examples, along with the experiences of others who have tuned into this magic number phenomenon. I also mentioned how I initially feared whenever “666s” would turn up, due to the biblical connotation, but eventually came to realize that this charged symbol could also deliver useful information from Spirit.

In this blog I’ll be discussing some recent license plate (and other) encounters which further indicate that messages from Spirit being transmitted thru magic numbers and letters that spontaneously come into view, can help us see in advance what everyday life has in store in the immediate future, and allow us to prepare accordingly—if we tune in. I relate these true stories in the hope that some readers may find the material helpful in recognizing, processing, and validating their own magic number experiences.

Since the end of 2008 and into 2009, the rock band I was in had been going thru some rough times, with a series of major disagreements and personality clashes destroying what was once a good camaraderie. After some to-do, we all settled the latest round of issues and got it back together enough to rehearse and prepare for a special April reunion gig. All was going well—certainly better than things had gone for a long time—and after the final rehearsal a week before the gig, the band seemed happy, together, and primed to give our usual solid performance.

Of course, there would be the usual logistical hassles, including one big trouble spot for me: whenever I have to haul drums to a performance, it’s a chore in itself. (In my next life, I think I’ll take up the flute.) Most problematic is lugging my long and clunky Beato bag filled with cymbal stands, mike stands, and other hardware. It’s just too damn heavy and unwieldy, and is murder on the body to carry.

Still recovering from arthroscopic knee surgery in January, I decided to see if I could make things easier on myself by getting an old fashioned trap-case on wheels to replace the monstrous hardware bag. However, I had reservations about reverting to a trap case since there really didn't seem to be enough room in the Prius hatchback to handle it.

Thinking about all this while driving south along Ocean Parkway to Norm’s music store on Kings Highway, I found myself in the center lane at Ave. N, near where I had an extraordinary mystical experience involving my unborn son Ryan so many years before (see Into the Mystic…, page 7 et seq.). This time I became surrounded by three cars with “55s” as part of their license plates. The special energy coming thru those 55s (my own magic number) foretold that everything was going to be fine with the purchase at the music store.

I relaxed and continued onto Norm’s. Once there, I told the salesman what I wanted. He suggested instead a “Gator” brand hardware bag on wheels (designed like a portable golf bag on wheels) which I had never seen or even heard of before. My only concern was that it might not fit into the hatchback, but the energy from the 55s on Ocean Parkway was so positive that I didn't worry. I “knew” things would work out.

Following my instincts, I made the purchase for $151.71—narrowly missing my magic number of $155, which itself was to become symbolic. Because when I got back to the car, the bag just about fit diagonally into the hatchback. I did have to finagle it a bit and knew that this would be a slight problem once the bag was filled with weighty hardware, but I could also see that the new bag would work out fine. Clearly it would have made much more sense for me to measure the bag before buying it, or double-park by Norm’s and test how the bag would fit in the hatchback, but it seems (in retrospect, and as a friend pointed out) that I had such confidence in the 55s that I didn’t even think to do any of that. And indeed, when I packed the bag and loaded it into the car on the day of the gig, there was no problem.

Leading up to the gig—which was foremost on my mind—a bunch of 66s and some 666s kept appearing. Not wanting to face the prospect of negativity on the horizon, I went into denial mode. But as the incessant 66s and recurring 666s kept popping up charged with that special energy, I knew things would soon be getting bumpy.

At around the same time that I was getting the 66s leading up to the reunion gig, there appeared a license plate “DNB 8755” (again when I was near Ave. N and Ocean Parkway, a "personal power spot" for me). The attendant special energy for this one indicated that DNB translated into “Dennis and [my brother] Barney.” And the “8755” came across as reinforcing that something positive (55) was definitely (8+7= 15 = 5+5+5) coming up for my brother and me. Given all the 666 prelude, this amounted to positive and negative adventures ahead.

As it turned out, on the night before the reunion gig, I learned from Barney that all of the good will and camaraderie that had been restored during rehearsal less than a week before, had come undone—hence all the 66s. But I was braced for it, and dealt with it fairly well. To make a long story short, with all the negative energy, polarization, and disharmony going on within the band, I realized that this gig had to be my last with them. I told my brother and everyone else as much beforehand. Barney said it would be his last as well, and so “DNB” were atypically sticking together on this one, which was (from my perspective at least) the “right” thing to do, and reflective of the DNB 55s that had spontaneously appeared earlier.

Around this same time, another set of 66s helped brace me for issues at work involving a coworker who is very into playing “the blame game.” She had set her sites on me in an effort to detract warranted blame from herself and it was really annoying to have to deal with it. But...I had no choice.

Following a number of negative email exchanges involving the coworker, me and our boss, there was a group meeting scheduled for Friday morning and it was looking as tho the blame game could go live and in person, in front of an audience of peers. I knew I would have to defend myself.

With all this in mind the morning of, while I was parking my car in a garage near work, the attendant handed me a parking stub with this series of numbers: “160155.” The special energy coming thru the parking stub downloaded to me as predicting that things would be OK at the meeting. I got this thru the 155 carrying a positive connotation for me (me being represented by the 16 as October 16 is my birthday). And both 1s in the 16 and the 155 predicted that I will have “won” (1) before the day was over.

Then on the walk from the parking garage to the office, a “6060” license plate hit me as carrying the message that my coworker nemesis (represented by the two individual “6s” for her doubly negative energy) had “absolutely nothing” (represented by the two individual 0s). It also came across that the message was being delivered twice for emphasis and certainty (hence the “6060” and not just “60”).

Both the parking stub and license plate magic number messages tended to relax me and I proceed to the meeting in a strong frame of mind, ready to take the high road and say whatever needed to be said in a professional way. As things turned out, our boss—who was going to bring up the whole blame-game incident at the meeting—decided not to, and pretty much confided to me privately not to worry, that he knew what was going on.

On the way home that night while reflecting on the antics of my blame-gaming coworker, I got one more license plate message that was most welcome. This one read “ENZ600” and hit me as “So ends (ENZ) the coworker’s (6’s) nothing (00) saga.” I relaxed even deeper and as it turned out, that was the end of it.

One more series of 66s helped me relax about an avoidable personal problem that cropped up. I had scheduled the final follow-up appointment with my knee surgeon who had hung me up previously, after I had taken a half-day off from work to meet with him. This time, he hung me up again, but no one from his office even bothered to call to let me know. So another half-day off was wasted, this time with no notice. I really got angry when the receptionist told me that my doctor wasn’t in. I replied, “This is the second time in a row and no one even calls me?” then turned and walked away.

As I was leaving the waiting room, I heard the receptionist call out, “Sir! Sir! Please don't go. You can see the senior partner if you want!”

“No thanks,” I yelled back.

“Don't you want to reschedule?” she hollered out.

“No thanks.”

Now, I have to say I was not very happy about any of this—including my own reaction. But the office had ticked me off other times as well with needless scenes and my patience with them had been exhausted.

On the drive home I kept second guessing myself as to whether or not I had done the right thing by walking out of the doctors' office. A block before reaching my apartment, a car pulled in front of me with a special-energy charged license plate housing this series of numbers and letters: “5MCM154.” The bottom line message here was that I (the 5 + MCM for McMahon) was "just about" where I was supposed to be (154 being "just about" 155), and indeed I was a block away from home.

Just before seeing that license plate (which I would not have come across if I had remained at the doctor’s office), I had gassed up the car. The credit card receipt showed a charge of $16.54. There was a special energy attached to the receipt as well, which I noticed in retrospect. The 16 validated that there was a message for me (born October 16), and this time the 154 portion of the 16.54 jumped out at me as "almost 155" again, but this time separated by a little negative energy, i.e., the 6 in between the 1 and the 5 in 16.54.

In any event, the bottom line message was that I had in fact done what I was supposed to do (or maybe had been called on to do?). That is, I walked out of the office in protest. And as confirmation that this was appropriate under the circumstances, Spirit was delivering messages via magic numbers indicating that I was where I was meant to be at that moment in time—just about home, and not at the doctors' office.

Maybe the display of protest served no other purpose than to deliver a message to the office administrators that: “If a doctor is not going to keep an appointment, call and tell the patient," as a matter of common courtesy. You’d think they’d have already known that. If not, they know it now.

Thanks for reading.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The Rewards of Listening to Spirit

It can very rewarding when we listen to Spirit, even if doing so may seem odd and inappropriate. For example, while wrestlng with certain writing issues, I emailed medium Patti Sinclair (whom I had met some years before), out of the blue, to get her permission to reference in one of my writings, a reading she had done. Patti graciously agreed and I published the writing. However, the real story is that my contacting Patti set up a series of marvelous synchronicities involving my son Ryan, who has crossed over but is alive and active in Spirit, and who arrived at one of Patti’s gallery events to help her deliver a number of healing messages to people who had lost children. Very rewarding for all involved! And later, my older daughter Kristen was to follow thru on a nudge she had gotten some years before, and contact Patti for a reading. As a result, Kristen was rewarded with marvelous messages from beyond in which many family members came thru Patti with validating information.

My take is that none of these rewards would have manifested had I not listened to Spirit and contacted Patti. Somehow (I have no idea how) my contacting Patti led to my son's showing up in Spirit to assist her at the gallery event and help bring about a number of healing messages.

Here is how the story unfolded, beginning with an email Patti sent to me on January 24, 2009:

I had a gallery event last night in Bloomfield , Ct. There were about 45 people who attended. There was a young man, maybe about 23 or 4, standing, in Spirit, up in the front of the room with me. He had a good sense of humor and was clearly very ascended. I kept telling the audience members what he was doing as it made me laugh the way he would pace when I would pace. He would rub his head when I would rub mine etc.
At one point I asked him why he was here and he said, "To bring the other kids in…I help greet the kids who don't make it, mostly teenagers and young 20 somethings...It's my work. I love it." Fair enough. As I said before, I liked his energy. I was blessed to have him there with me.
Half way through the reading I said, "Do you want to tell me your name? Maybe your family is here." Brian...Brian? "Does anyone have Brian in Spirit?" No takers...I look at him…Brian? Then I look over at my daughter and she has a white glow around her and I see him point to her and smile. Now he is standing behind her. My daughter's name is Alanna RYAN...He smiles at me again and I ask the group. "Is it Ryan? Does anyone have Ryan in Spirit?”
I can't tell you how it happened but just minutes after that the energy switched. A kid who was killed on a motorcycle on his way returning it to the dealer because his parents didn't approve of it, came through to his adoring Aunt and cousin. They have been waiting 6 years to hear from him. A kid who drowned in a lake at 15 in 1978 came through to his Mother's best friend. She (the Mom) has not moved forward in her life since then. A young girl who was killed with three other teens two years ago came through to her best friend who came on a "whim" at the last minute to the gallery…It was really amazing. Even to me.
I thanked Ryan for coming and he said he would come again if it was ok with me. I said of course it was ok. I would love it.
When I got to my room last night one of the attendees had written me a note to say that she has seen auras around people only three times in her life. One around her husband when he came home from the military, one around a young boy in a church she attended and one around me last night. She said it was white with a ruffled edge. She told me it made her cry. I knew it must have been Ryan.
When I got home this morning (we spent last night on the road), I went upstairs to rest because I have to work again tonight. As I crawled into rest for a bit my husband came in and said, "Oh, I forgot to give you this. It came in yesterday's mail." It was your book [Into the Mystic (From the Streets of Brooklyn)]. I sipped my tea and started reading... "Then [medium] Suzane [Northrop] said, ‘Someone over here has lost a child. Who has Brian?’ Then I said, ‘Is it Ryan?’ I wept and then said a prayer to your son thanking him for being in service and for changing the lives of so many. He certainly showed me his Mystical ways last night.
However this "feels" to you I honor it. I only know that from my viewpoint as a professional medium, this is another beautiful message from your cherished son. You MOST certainly HAVE raised a beautiful spirit.
God's blessings and grace to both of you...To all of us..xx

I wrote back to Patti saying,

thanks so very much for the beautiful message--awesome and validating on a number of levels. first, it appears that the experience occurred on jan 23, 2009, right? ryan was born on jan 23, 1982, so he came to you on his birthday. that would make him 27 if he were here today in the physical, but when he appeared to me in 1997 he also appeared looking a couple or three years younger than he would have been, so the fact that he presented himself to you looking "maybe about 23 or 4" is consistent and validating.
may i ask, what do you mean that he "was clearly very ascended?" i know that when he appeared to me in 1997 he seemed to be "a prince of the cosmos," as i described him in my book. later i would interpret this to mean that i was connecting more with his oversoul. now i'm thinking that "princely" look may have had something to do with his "very ascended" aspect, as you describe it. what do you think?
re: you statement that "At one point I asked him why he was here and he said, 'To bring the other kids in.'" this strikes me as the flip-side of "psychopomp" work in shamanism which involves helping lost souls find their way to where they should be on the other side. i have done some psychopomp work myself and so i find it synchronistic that my son in spirit is doing like work by helping souls find their way to their loved ones here.
thanks so much for this: "As I said before, I liked his energy. I was blessed to have him there with me."
the way he got his name across to you by standing near your daughter Alanna RYAN was just too much! and i will point out that since my book and press kit were mis-mailed to you, they arrived late, but with perfect timing for you to read after ryan showed up -- how in sync his visit to you was when compared to when he came to me thru suzane northrop, as i write about in the second chapter of the book. had the press kit and book been mailed to the right address and arrived on schedule, you might have read that second chapter a few days earlier, and this one validating synchronicity would not have emerged in the validating sequence that it did.
so great that ryan helps bring children on the other side to their loved ones here, including the kid who was killed on a motorcycle, the kid who drowned, and the young girl.
all of what you experienced and shared most certainly "feels" great to me, and i definitely honor it as well.
re: "You MOST certainly HAVE raised a beautiful spirit." well, thanks but i can't take credit for raising him. in many ways, he has raised me--spiritually. but i hear what you are saying in that regard. i do "HAVE" a son in spirit, and i like to think that my connections with him here somehow help raise him as well.

Patti replied as follows:

All I can say is "Oh My Goddess!" How incredibly great that YOU are validating WHY Ryan had the Birthday candles around him when he and I were "talking" at the front of the room..DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I kept asking the participants if the B-day message was for their loved one but they weren't…I wasn't putting a real personal spin on "Ryan" as he came to me, so it never occurred to me that he was showing me the validation for himself. It was Ryan who kept the package from arriving on time, of course! How great! . . . I am so blessed to have been able to share this miracle with you.. . [Later,] I saw Ryan again. He was wearing an NYU sweatshirt and a very worn pair of Levi jeans. Bare feet and a warm smile. He didn't say anything, just winked at me. . .

I answered and said:

re ryan's NYU sweatshirt -- i have a law degree from nyu and my older daughter got her BA from nyu as well. . .

Later, I shared these emails with my daughter Kristen who further validated the information coming thru Patti, in an email to me:

Hey Dad,
Thanks so much for sending this. I really appreciate it! . . . definitely too many coincidences for me to get too left brain about it. Anyway, one thing that really stands out to me is this...There were many times when I was with Mimi [Kristen’s maternal grandmother who passed recently] after she got sick that I felt DPs around, especially when she was in the hospital or very sick in her bed at the nursing home. I think these are the times that she was more towards the spirit world than the physical. Well, I was more in touch with feeling Ryan around than anyone else, and sometimes Nana [Mimi’s mother] too. Mom used to say she felt her dad a lot, but I wasn't really getting that, perhaps because I didn't know him. Sometimes I would feel Ryan standing next to me or behind me when I was next to Mimi's bed. A lot of times I would be talking to Mimi when I felt this and she would stop looking at me and focus on a point past my shoulder and start cracking up laughing. I got the sense of him making goofy faces at her behind my back to make her laugh. Then other times I would sense him leaning against the footboard or the window or a wall, very casual like Patti described, with sort of a looping grace. . .
So after a few times of this, whenever I would feel him across the room, I would stare at the spot and trying "see" more clearly his features or get some kind of sign (looking for some sort of validation, I guess!), and almost always the thing that came through was him winking at me! At the time I thought that was so random, I mean, who winks at people? So, when I read that part in Patti's description (along with the NYU sweatshirt, which has you said has significance for us both) the only thing I could think of was "Holy crap!" :)
Anyway, you've mentioned Patti to me before. A few yeas ago I tried to set up an appointment for my friend…and I to go see her. We had a few tentative dates, but [my friend] kept backing out or not responding so I stopped trying. I didn't really want to drive by myself to Connecticut so it didn't materialize. I doubt very much that she would recall this, but wanted to let you know. She seems really great, and I like her new website!

Indeed Kristen went on to make an appointment with Patti this month (May, 2009) and the results were off the charts! I’ve asked Kristen to describe what happened in a comment to this blog here, and I hope that she soon will.

Thanks for reading!