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A few years ago I moved from the United States to a very unusual 15th century town in the central mountains of Mexico. I was coming from a very small rural town in the Midwest with its claim to fame being that the famous architect Frank Lloyd Wright had build a summer home there.

Taliesin East in Spring Green , Wisconsin is one of the main sources of the quality of life there. Many tourists come to see Taliesin but it is the wonderful sight of it as you pass by each day that fills you with gratitude. And then after all the tourist go for the day there are those special moment of being invited into Mr. Wrights living room by personal Taliesin friends. Each summer a special Garden Party offered by the Fellowship to the community was always on my calendar.

This is Mr. Wrights living room. One of my last events in Spring Green was the graduation party of my friend Dakotah from the school of architecture. In a very rare moment we got to actually eat dinner in this room. I remember thinking how special is was for my last moment of a 20 year history with this grand place.






Me in Mr. Wright's living room . Oct. 2009














 Life was constant. Each summer the river rolled gently by.

Beach parties, canoe trips, world class theater nearby, Sh*tty Barn concerts, Bob Dylan fest,Riverfest, and summers end with Beatlesfest.  Year after year of lovely summer events and beautiful winter quiet. I prided myself on how many friends I had made over the 20 years of living there. Comforting in the golden years to know you have friends who will be there for you "if and when. "

(Spring Greens main socializing place was the General Store. Source of great coffee, small intimate musician jam sessions, and slow delicious food.)

( The symbols of living in a farm community of the Midwest)

But I had been living my life for many years following signs and symbols. I used to tell people that I lived like Hansel and Gretel following bread crumbs in the woods.

 I never had done any long term planning.It seemed that it was more fun to me to flow with these symbols and signs that was like having an invisible partner leaving me little surprises to show the way. The "way" usually was indicated in that day, a week, or maybe a few months ahead.

Living the comfortable life of my Midwestern town the signs were getting harder to find and symbols almost non-existant. Life was totally predictable. Then a few years ago there was the opportunity to let go of absolutely everything and move to a country I did not know the language and had never been to. I leaped.


I knew where life was heading, to the "if and when" part.

2012 THE YEAR OF SYCRONICITY: The wave of the future

The Eve of a New Year-2013 and I and I am contemplating the passing of this most auspicious year. The long awaiting Dec.21, 2012 has just past with a collective sign of relief. The world has not ended but for many the date has brought disappointment  That magical moment where something BIG would transpire passed quietly and uneventfully. like Y2K. I really had not held onto any wild expectations. 2012 had been on my radar since the late 80's. I had already passed through many phases with it and had simply let go of all expectations. It simply would just be whatever it was. In recapping my thoughts about 2012 I wanted a succinct couple of words that would sum up my highest thoughts of the year.

I set off the morning of New Years Eve with a friend. I mention some recent synchronicity in my life and suggest we look for more of them , as we pass a woman she tells me is her ex-landlady. I say, "maybe it is an appropriate sign to see your ex-landlady on the cusp of your moving into a new house. A few minutes later, a much stronger co-incident happens. My friend is looking to hire a driver to take her to Mexico City for an medical appointment, as she parks the car, I notice a man in front of the store she is going to go into. He immediately approaches her and says, "do you need a driver? I take people to the border and have 2 nice cars."  How curious and unmistakably a synchronicity. 
While observing from inside her car it suddenly becomes very clear that this is a sign for me. This is exactly what I have been looking for to sum up my entire 2012 year. I will call it the YEAR OF SYNCHRONICITY.

In 2010 I move to a central Mexico town known for the phenomenon of synchronicity  Even total non-believers in "that sort of thing" find it absolutely undeniable. Synchronicity are so common and mind blowing that there is no denial possible. Then only the question of why do they happen so much in this place is all that remains. There are theories of the town being on top of crystal, which amplifies thoughts. But really no one is sure why this happens so much here.But there is no one who has not experienced it.
Even though I have experienced many of these very undeniable happenings since 2010 I am now reviewing this past years events. 
For me they have began to spread beyond San Miguel. To talk about all these events would be far too cumbersome, as background information is needed in most cases to understand just how profound the synchronicity is. But here are a few of the past months.

THE HEART ROCK PHENOMENON:
I project finding them and they show up in the most uncommon places. I have found 100's

THE MADONNA PHENOMENON:
I have always had a special connection to Mother Mary, since I was named for her, connecting to me through many means.
One day, I am walking down a cobblestone sidewalk when a bright shiny yellow quartz rock is in my path. It is perfectly smooth and sliced lengthwise so that it lays flat . It is shaped like a Madonna  As I hold it , it vibrates strongly in my palm.
Red roses, which often are depicted in art centering around Mary or the Virgin of Guadalupe also come into my experience in undeniably anachronistic ways.
Recently, while in Orlando, I am walking down a suburban street. I notice some bushes about two feet from the sidewalk and see a flash of red . As walk over to find a huge single red rose in cellophane wrapping with a small water vile attached. The rose package was slipped deep into the bushes. There was no one in sight. It was a red rose!

THE SYMBOL PHENOMENA
A year or so ago, I am emotionally disturbed by some event and decide to go for a nature walk. As I walk the rough road I notice a piece of broken glass wedged in between the stones of the road. This is never unusual here . Broken glass often gets wedged in between the cobblestones. I notice this one is square and seems odd in some way- When I pick it up I notice a holographic three dimensional angel inside the glass cube. It had a ring on top. as though it had been a necklace. It amazed me to find it in that particular moment. 

The latest symbol can only yesterday.  I am leaving a friends house I notice what I think is a playing card on the ground. It is face up. I feel impelled to get a closer look at it . When I come to see it closer I notice it is a TAROT card- the ace of swords. Now this is rare find in a highly Christian town like San Miguel. There is little evidence of anything of an occult nature. 
The Ace is telling me about cutting through somethings. I understand.
Synchronicity are on the increase and they bring an element of a partnership with a Universal Intelligence. I have an unseen friend always there for me, showing me the power of my own mind and thoughts .Could this be the Wave 
of the Future .

All I can say about 2013 is BRING IT ON.

WINTER SOLSTICE 2012

In the mid 1980's I became aware of the Solstice magical moment our planet was heading for according to some Mayan calander.

Something big would happen, but what???

The predictions changed over the years.  The      late     80's        brought           Harmonic                                                              Convergence.  

 My personal life shifted dramatically as did many of my friends. Those of us who learned how to accept and flow with the changes survived like rafters hitting the rapids but others capsized.






Early November of 2003 came another wave of "Alignments" with Harmonic Concordance.

I was in Atlanta  Georgia when I became aware of this alignment only a few days before it was to happen and it seemed that the major center of activities were slated for a small town near Orlando, Fla. called Yalaha. With my teenage son we hopped in the car and drove to get there in time. It was  a full moon celebration being broadcast live to 100's of thousands around the world. It was truly one of those magical moments you remember all your life.My life is about to shift again but this time I already familiar with the idea of flow.

Now we heading for that magical moment 2012 December Solstice. Over the next ten years the worlds awareness of this solstice alignment will move well beyond the current new-ager circles it has been circulated in. Hollywood gets on the bandwagon and does not miss this opportunity to grandize the fear.

Now with the growing involvement of youtube and the internet in general the small percentage of those who are in the know grows to world wide proportions.By the mid 2000's it was difficult to find anyone who had not at least heard about the Solstice of 2012.

In 2010 I move to Mexico with absolutely no conscious connection to the Mayan culture that first declared this special moment. Other circumstances "move" me along with my brother to Mexico.It is only later that I "notice" this connection with Mexico and the Mayan 2012 calendar prediction. Ok , I am in Mexico. There must be a personal connection for me. A logical conclusion.

 We arrive just in time for another rare alignment 

I watch it from my rooftop wrapped in blankets on a not so cold evening.

As the moment nears I wonder what special event will I be called to attend this time.While I am in Mexico I am meeting many special people and even some Mayans , who are not traditionally from the area I live in.There are big events planned of course, but I do not feel drawn to attend any of them. I ask friends around  the country what they are doing and I a find that I am not alone in my nebulous plans. Every one I talk to seems to feel open but nothing in particular has presented it self to them. Many friends claim they have NO IDEA about what or where they will be for the Solstice only a few months away. and neither do I.
I decide to not look for a plan but like the other major events just allow it to unfold and trust whatever shows up.

I have not seen my son for almost a year and when he suggests a visit to him that coincides with this time, I  agree. He is working on a cruise ship that sails out of Cape Canaveral, Florida into the Bahamas. He refers to the three cruise as a "booze" cruise.As most guests get the cheap cruise to drink and gamble.

He arranges for me to be on the ship beginning on December 3 and he is vague about the ending but suggests that it may be near or on the 21st of Dec. I do not feel concern as he suggests something will work out. Yes there is that trust . Something will happen but what we do not know in that moment.He has also arranged for his father, Randy to come and share the same cabin with me during some of this time.Randy and I have not been in the same bedroom for more than 20 years. This is not at all what I envisioned for that special moment but as I have learned to flow .And after all we are all together, along with the latest member of our spiritual family, my son's Russian girlfriend, Natalia. The evening of the 20th we enjoy our last night together with and elegant meal together in one of the ships great restaurants.

We return to our cabin for a glass of wine to toast our wonderful time together. If the world will end tomorrow we certainly were not concerned about it. Our present moment was too delicious, too heartfelt to be anywhere else. We parted and Antwan and Natalia left for their cabin while Randy went to bed.


A few weeks before as I walked the streets of the Mexican town I live in I found the most beautiful black butterfly with shiny blue spots on its wings. I had slipped it into a book that I just happened to bring along to read on the airplane.

 Now the butterfly came to mind. I wanted to do something special at midnight to mark this grand moment. The black butterfly would play a part along with a few tamarind seeds I acquired in some candy I had recently bought in an Oriental grocery store. At 11:30 I made my way to deck 7, the only deck with a complete walking lane around the entire ship. It was a warm balmy night. As I rounded the bow of the ship there was a magnificent darkness, beyond what I have experienced being a city these past few years. Darkness with no city light pollution revealed a dazzling starry night. I spent some time just breathing on the ocean scent and drinking in the glorious beauty. As midnight approached  I made my way to the rear of the ship and watched the wake  disappear into the darkness.

I held the tamarind seeds. They were mini packages of new life and I projected all the potentials of my future new life into them as I tossed then into the ocean.

As for the black butterfly, I released her into the breeze as a symbol of regeneration. She would carry all my negativity of the past and symbolize my openness to renewal . My heart filled with gratitude for these past few weeks with my spiritual family. The next day Dec. 21, 2012 we would be scattering across the continent again, but in this brief moment of time we were magically together for a quiet heartfelt time. 
I was grateful beyond words for allowing this master plan to unfold just the way it was intended to . In 1987. the time of the Harmonic Convergence I was with Randy and in 2003 the time of the Harmonic Concordance I was with Antwan. I believe the imprint and entanglement of our consciousness in the larger scheme of things brought us together again in this moment.
I spend the rest of the Solstice day alone in Orlando not far from the site of Harmonic Concordance or 2003.

THE ENERGY OF CHRISTMAS 2012

I am coming from central Mexico to visit my son in Orlando. I have an overnight in a hotel in Laredo Texas and while in the lobby I notice a 5 foot Xmas tree decorated in red and white sparkly balls  next to a coke machine almost as large. Coke and Christmas are two things that seem very foreign to me now. I see the surrealistic icons next to each other and I wonder whatever happened to the energy of Christmas for me. I feel absolutely nothing for it. It didn't just happen. As far back as 2006 it began fading. And each year that energy has become more distant, more meaningless. I was never into commercial Christmas even when my son was young. I loved the idea of having an excuse to flow my creativity into finding or making just the "right" gift for family and friends. It would begin very early in the year. When my friends would mention anything with gifting potential I would write it down. I felt this attentiveness to details was part of the gift, signaling to the receiver that I really put thought and attention toward them .And I hoped that it would convey to them how much I cared about them. To me that was the energy of Christmas. If I did not know them well but wanted to gift something to them I would buy or make something that I loved and would love to receive.
One childhood gift for my son that brought me incredible joy was a large collection of clothespin dolls. He always liked to play with miniature men in different scenarios so I bought a package of 25 clothespins with stands that were intended for clothespin doll use. Then I asked anyone who came to our house, to draw a face and create an outfit from special little tidbits of cloth and leather I had collected. My East Indian friend created a dark skinned beauty with silky black hair she cut from her own. She outfitted her in a lovely Sari and then created a mate for her to represent her husband.Our Tibetan monk friend, Lama Nagwang , created a monk in red and gold robes with a brocade hat.There was a teenager in a fringed leather jacket, a farmer couple  in bib overalls, a plump grandmother, a wiseman with a beard and a crystal staff, a Native American shaman woman, and a primitive couple in animal skins. Although my son appreciated the love and creativity of them, he never actually played with them. They graced out home for many years as art objects with fond memories of all who made them. After my son had grown and was away, I created themed packages to send him and we would talk on the phone on Christmas Eve as he opened them. These usually centered around humor. These were the Christmases I loved. But for many years now that creative flow has ceased for me. I noticed it fade away into nothingness with no sense of judgement or sadness. I just knew it felt like OLD energy . So yesterday, as they say. And for me it was just done, done, done.
Now the tree with the shiny red and white balls and big fake packages underneath next to the Coke machine seems like icons from another era past , somewhere between the rotary dial phone and the cassette tape player.