Set me a seal upon your heart,
As a ring upon your arm;
For love is as strong as death...
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
A flame of the Eternal.

Song of Songs viii 6-7

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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

What is The Hope and the Knowing?

The Hope and the Knowing is an upcoming book written by Mandy Berlin. Her journal manuscript contains a chronological account of paranormal and supernatural happenings which began just hours after the death of Max Blau, the author’s husband. Along with the mind-blowing and sometimes miraculous events witnessed by the author, she details a number of bizarre and inexplicable occurrences reported to her by mutual friends and loved ones dear to Max. Ms. Berlin, a former agnostic and research scientist, has kept a fastidious and comprehensive account of episodic data. She refers to a phenomenon as an event, beginning with those that happened the night of Max’s departure, December 23, 2003, and ending with the incredible event that occurred on the first anniversary of his death.

Through research and review conducted after the occurrences of these uncanny activities, Ms. Berlin learned that the phenomena she and her cohorts observed, heard or perceived tended to cluster qualitatively into a number of classes. These categories include but are not limited to: the physical movement of objects in and around rooms; numinous dreams; apparitions and other spirit encounters; synchronicities; automatic writing; the movement of rare coins; object alteration; electrical demonstrations and electrical breakdowns; third eye phenomena; spirit communications received through clairvoyance, clairaudience and clairsentience; astral travel; guide communications; validation of an event through event repetition; and the discovery of validating written records after the occurrence of the significant event. The writer examines these and other topics in the sections that follow key events. These sections, labeled Post Scripts, are reserved for post-event research and review where she offers explanations and an interpretation of the event in question.

Although the time frame of Ms. Berlin’s book is December of 2003 through 2004, the paranormal, supernatural and synchronistic happenings have gone far beyond the boundaries of one journal year. Surprisingly, the rate of occurrence increased in 2005 and 2006, especially with respect to synchronistic activities. She attributes this fact, in part, to an increased focus on event recording over time. The author believes she lost track of some of the paranormal happenings just after her husband died, because she either misplaced her notes or neglected to record them in the face of such awesome activity. Although Mandy’s incredible encounters with Max have not been as frequent as in the early years, they do happen from time to time, notably on special occasions. For this reason, she has staunchly continued to document rare and unusual events, even into the year 2010.

Author’s note: To protect my friends, loved ones and colleagues, I have changed their names in my forthcoming journal. However, I assure you that no character nor story in this book is fictitious. Each and every incident documented in The Hope and the Knowing is true to the best of my ability to capture and record the quintessence of a phenomenological event.

Dumb Animals?

I’m taking a break from my book postings to tell you a story about something that happened last week:

Wednesday 11/24/10
Around 2:00 p.m.

Some say cats are just dumb animals, but I’m here to tell you that 'ain’t' the case.

The day before Thanksgiving, I’m in the mood to meditate but I’m also feeling tired, what with all the rushing around before the holiday. Then, around two o’clock, I can’t seem to stop yawning and start to think it would be great to break all protocol and meditate lying down. (Maybe not a good idea to try this at home. Otherwise you might miss your meditation altogether.)

Tiggi (my cat pictured at bottom of blog) is sunning herself on the love seat as I pull up some stones I bought for meditating. Remember, stones are derived from the energy of the earth. Just as uranium emits powerful frequencies of radiation, stones emit varying energy frequencies. Today my objective is to clear the chakras or energy points of the body, especially those in my throat (thyroid gland) and the frontal lobe (third eye area; seat of the soul). For those who don’t go in for that kind of stuff, simply think of the breathing process involved in meditation and the intense focus on specific areas of the body. The mental concentration along with deep-breathing tend to have a stimulating effect on the thyroid gland while clearing the brain/mind to receive more information.

So I lie down on the couch and put a rose quartz pyramid stone on my forehead, centered just above my eyebrows. I’m sure you can imagine how funny that must look to an outside observer. Nevermind… getting into it, I center a polished green malachite at the base of my neck. Malachite is a lucky stone that aids in sleep, as I am soon to find out. I had temporarily misplaced my all-purpose quartz stone, so I decide to use malachite because of its intense energy properties. Used properly, malachite guards against radiation of all kinds, making it appropriate for a low-functioning thyroid.

Soon I begin the deep breathing process and focus on the malachite and my throat. Feeling good… and in a little while… my alpha brain wave state streams into delta and I drift into a twilight sleep. Sorry to say, I never even had a chance to focus on my forehead or the pink pyramid, but you see, my state of bliss is already complete. So what do I care?

Then, from nowhere, I hear a bleating sound like a goat. Once more, I’m wide awake. But the stones are rearranged all cockeyed and I don’t want them to fall. So I fiddle around with them until they’re dead center again. Lying there, I’m thinking, “Did that sound really come from a cat?”

In next to no time, I sense the warmth of a small body as Tiggi’s head converges on the target; wriggling nose about two inches from my face. I glance slightly to my right to find her eyes moving back and forth from the pointy pyramid… to the malachite stone… and back to the pink quartz again. Soon her green eyes grow nearly as large as the verdant malachite as she releases the eeriest vilification I’ve ever heard coming from the bowels of a cat:

“What the heck are you doing, you strange person?!” She hisses. (Well, that's to put it mildly.)

The stones fall to the floor because I’m no longer able to contain my belly laugh. “Tigg, it’s alright!” I hoot and pick her up and give her a thorough brushing. “See, mommy’s just having a little fun!”

Now Sweet Stripes is purring in my lap, and life is fine once more.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


Journal Entry
Sunday 11/21/2004
At 6:45 a.m.

In a twilight sleep, I’m hugging a lump of something. Snoozing and waking, I’m inclined to think it’s Max. “I’m sorry I lost you,” I say as tears stream down my cheeks and onto fluffy pillows. A cheery hum fills the room, and in a little while, I come to the cosmic conclusion that the chirp is emanating from an animal of a different sort. Lifting my head nary an inch, I find myself sniffing the shiny mane of a black cat.

“Oh Allie!” I say, snorting and wiping fine hair from my mouth. As if put out, she lets out a high-pitched cry. So I stroke her ear and say, “There there, sweetie, it’s alright.” In a little while, she hangs loose and I pull her close to me. Soon we’re off and away once more.

But not for long. Now something else is trying hard to disrupt that dreamy state of consciousness I so rightly deserve. I groan, realizing I won’t get that extra Sunday snooze after all; for an incessant murmur seems to be surrounding my bed like a high-pitched electromagnetic charge.

Where is this infernal noise coming from? I put my ear up to my little one’s head and she gives me a sideways glance, like hey dude, what’s happening? Her purring has stopped yet the maddening drone persists. I close my eyes.

Before long, I’m able to make out the familiar timbre of it all. Max. And in a flash, an echo as his thoughts stream to the forefront of my brain:

You haven’t lost anything, and you have gained so much more:
in love and compassion, in insight into What Is; into All That Is!


I sigh and breathe into fluffy pillows and relish my dear one’s sentiments for as long as I can without losing them. Then I turn to the end table where I (now) keep pad and pen. Quickly, I scribble his words down on paper for posterity, and maybe with a little luck, for all time.

Monday, November 15, 2010


Journal Entry
Friday 10/22/2004
Half Moon
Around 6:00 a.m.

I had another amazing dream. Well, not just a dream, more like a vision. In this vivid trance, I saw Max dressed in grey as he broke through the front door of our home. Frantically, he called out my name, “Mandy!”

“Mandy, where are you? I can’t see you!”

Awestruck by his wild appearance, I tried to speak or at least say his name. Yet, suddenly, I seemed to have lost my faculties.

At this point, Max became frenetic, pacing back and forth… roaring from the rafters like Panthera onca, “Mandy!”

“Where did you go? I need you!”

Though I wanted to speak, I was mute in the dream. Yet, I wanted and so needed to be there for him. And with that thought, came a sudden ability to scream, “Max, I’m here!”

“Over here!” I cried, running toward him. Our eyes met, like we had achieved some kind of lock-on delirium. He made a lunge for my body and raised me up to his corporeal being. In the dream, he seemed real, like a spirit who had a living, breathing body.

There, at the landing, we held each other in desperation. “Mandy, I’m so sorry,” Max said sadly. “I won’t leave you again.”

“I promise.”

“Max,” I sighed, relieved just to hold him again – and to hear his sweet, soulful sound. Yet, perhaps because I was afraid he might evaporate into thin air, I would not, could not, loosen the grip I had on his arm. He had left me before – in death, that is – and I wasn’t about to let that happen again.

Standing still, it seemed I could read his thoughts and sense his every emotion. As I held him close, I let the water from my eyes bathe his aching heart and soothe his restless soul. Before long, I understood, all these months he had been just as weary as I. Nevertheless, I wasn’t worried, because I knew that together we would find peace and wholeness again, even in a dream….

Hand in hand, like children we drifted out to a captivating Land of cascades, sea green gardens and trickling waterways where every enchanting wish comes true. A breathtaking sense of delight washed over my body, mind and spirit. Falling further and further into a state I can only describe as freedom and joy, at last, I loosened the vice grip I had on my darling’s hand. I certainly didn’t need to hold him so tight… for my consciousness, my entire being began to merge with his as we moved into a state of harmony… into a synchronous state of divinity… a place of endless bliss where we carry on together though physically apart.


What a downer waking up can be. It is at first, but ultimately I know it doesn’t matter.

All that matters is the vision… more real than life itself.