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    :face-glasses: :paperclip: In the timeline tab [for legacy] I’ve added at the bottom a link towards the slightly styled version of the full list of registered events if you want to have them all before your eyes.
    I plan on adding some of the last ones, to help keep track… well, sort of :yahoo_hypnotized:


    In reply to: Story Timeline and Map


    [For legacy] A more complete view of the current set of data here

    I will reintegrate into the main layout (done), and complete the dataset, but I post it here so that you can play a bit with the various filters and maps…
    In the meantime, should you have any suggestion on the events to add, or locations to adjust, feel free to tell me…


    In reply to: Synchronicity


    And I’d like to bring your attention to the mouse in Sanso’s dream, and the mouse in Eric’s comment, AND, last but not least, I’d like to remind everyone that I made the 1111th comment today.

    :yahoo_rofl: and let me just add, had I not posted lots of silly one-iconers on a whimsical impulse last night, I wouldn’t have got the 1111th post today…..:yahoo_winking:


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    ahem, well for my latest synchs:

    I followed numberplate J533 into town this morning.

    Lemon synchs please see my previous comment well … i finally threw out the last of these lemons I had stored in my fridge yesterday, and thought fondly of the whole lemon synch thing. Then I noticed today that Tracy had posted the lemon tree song again in her ramblings thread. A short time later I picked up the local hawkes bay newspaper in order to peruse it, and saw that the whole front page was a picture of Noel Lucas (we don’t know him, I just include his name for accuracy) and a big heading A ZEST FOR THE BEST. Noel was holding up a lemon, which looked to be about as big as his head. It weighed 756gms.

    Apparently on Jan 12th there was a story of a 600gm lemon (unfortunately I missed this story .. as you can see our local newspaper is full of riveting news …) and now a lemon war has started as lemon growers vie for the biggest lemon.

    Noel has never fertilized his lemons and attributes it to climate changes. He has lived in the same house same house since 1983 and this is the biggest crop ever.

    Director of the Lemon marketing board believes the bumper crop is due to an “evolutionary leap.” hahahaha

    I think this is also a Nadia synch, biggest baby, biggest lemon… oh and also Hercules the biggest dog.


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    Hahaha so many comments on the morning when I wake up!!!
    I had a few synchs this morning, the first was with a dream in which I was seeing the number 533 and I was laughing as it was a combination of 53 (me) and 33 (Elias)… and I realized people couldn’t understand it :)

    Well this morning, when I opened my mails, I found 2 mails, one was posted at 5:33 !!!
    And the second one was posted at 9:21… I thought of Francie and as I called her Finn yesterday when I YM’ed her, I was surprised by her last comment in which Finn was speaking…
    And in the mail (the 9:21 one), the subject was : “The biggest dog”… and when I opened the attachment it was a powerpoint document speaking about the dog of Mr FLYNN, that was an English mastiff and was called Hercules, just grew bigger and bigger from his birth on…
    Apparently this is a hoax , but I thought the synch was really fynn ;))


    I must be talking to an angel Yurick thought, as he was feeling the presence of the lady he had seen in his dreams a few times before. Her presence was remarkably soft, yet, she was unmistakably here, like a loving sisterly figure. Yurick could see at times streaks of a shimmering blue-green halo when he was thinking of her, and this morning, walking in the underground corridors, as he was humming and thinking of this angel, his gaze landed on a movie poster, with beautiful women profiles. None of these profiles had attracted his gaze at first, but a name. Salomé.
    Then only, the poster slowly began to unfold itself into focus around that name…
    The women were beautiful and seemed to be like beams of a multitude of variations from a single energy essence, like some traditional Avalokiteshvara (Kuan Yin) representations.
    The title of that movie was “Les Femmes de l’Ombre” (Women of the Shadow), and that “Salomé” he had seen was the name of the director… How interesting symbolic information…

    While she reminded him not of the Salomé of Wilde’s play, but of another biblical figure, the Salomé of the New Testament, follower of the Christ, and likely sister of Mary, Yurick decided he would call that gentle feminine presence “Salomé”…
    A woman of the Shadow. For now…


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    Speaking of not so little Nadia we were discussing at noon with Jib, wondering how long ago our story (or stream of comments for now) was started.
    And checking back, the first post which started the whole flow occurred with Naasir’s story on Sept. 12 th 2007 (so, our baby is a Virgo, with Capricorn rising), just a few days before Nadia (hope)’s birth …


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    Some interesting development came today, as I was brooding a new comment about the twins and their books, and other sorts of interactions surrounding this.
    I found out a new movie, based on a series of children books: Spiderwick, which features twins, an old book, and strange creatures.
    Of course, there is the old mansion (in New-England, US), and the name is reminiscent of Wrick too. Not to mention the “spider” which is linked for me not only to the spiders on the island(s), but more so to Francie’s last discussions and post on her multiply blog which I happened to have found only yesterday, though I remember Francie mentioning it at the time.

    The creators of these books are a writer (Holly Black) and an illustrator (Tony DiTerlizzi), so this is also a collaborative work, and probably a hint for success :face-grin:
    By the way, with all these “holy” jokes recently, “Holly Black” seems like more than just a nice perspective :yahoo_yin_yang:

    The website of the movie is also quite interesting to navigate inside, very well done…


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    The other day .. yesterday … ? Raven’s name came up. Was it in relation to a dream of Sashi, Stasha, Sahahahahaha? … or something?

    Well no matter, the point is that Tracy mentioned him. Well I didn’t know much about Raven, just that he made me laugh. There are a couple of jokes we had that stood out for me, and I am sorry Tracy … but I have to be honest …. one was the picture of Tracy with a sort of funny head thing on with baubles on it she sometimes posted as her avatar. And Raven put a note in my blog saying “should we tell Tracy she is wearing a doily on her head?” and this joke went on for some time because we both found it hysterically funny. Well I am not sure if Tracy did. :yahoo_worried: He often posted funny pictures as well, one of these I had swiped off his blog at one point because I liked it. (It was a funny road sign )

    Well yesterday I had been thinking of Raven wondering where he had got to, and my sister sent me an email with an attachment of this same picture of RAven’s I had swiped. Then I went for a walk down the road and there was a woman with A DOILY ON HER HEAD! (It was a real doily, maybe she was trying to keep the sun from her head, I am not sure) anyway, thinking of Raven, I started laughing to myself, (quietly), and I swear I could sense Raven feeling delighted that I had got the joke.

    Hope that all makes sense, it is quite early and I am having trouble waking today. :yahoo_yawn:

    :yahoo_rose:a rose for the maligned doily


    After overwhelming demand from disappointed, and sometimes a bit rude, readers, Finn decided bring her post back for public viewing.


    How is that I can read from Focusphere a lovely post all about Finn and number plates, and it isn’t here? :yahoo_idk:


    In reply to: Synchronicity


    I am seeing coloured frogs all over my garden. I bought the dogs a bag of coloured plastic frogs
    for Christmas. I posted a video of Ben opening a present containing a red frog :yahoo_big_grin:
    (we need a frog icon)


    In reply to: Synchronicity


    I am entering this crystal jug sold at an auction for 220,000 pounds, story as a synch, because it says they believe there are only 6 of these rare jugs. This relates to Eric’s comment where he talks of the 6 genuine crystal skulls.

    well this link is better because there is a photo, and also because it says there are only 5 others known of, which makes 6 in total.

    really there are quite a few synchs because the comment talks about the auction, and also the fake viscountess’ “life long search” for a crystal skull, which is what the person says at the end of the second link I posted, that they had been searching all their life for one the crystal jugs.


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    Tracy is making the most of not being able to post and asked me to post some synchs for her:

    Tracy: thanks for posting the comments!
    Francie: okay, i will do that other one
    Francie: you love it eh?
    Francie: it appeals your head counterpart side
    Tracy: lobe what?
    Francie: making me post for you
    Tracy: hahahaha yeah its like having staff


    Francie: i took george to vet today for check up
    Tracy: hows he doing?
    Francie: well while we were all discussing vaccinations, he nosed open the door and went careering around the vets
    Tracy: hahahaha
    Francie: down to visit all the sick dogs. Like a crazy thing
    Tracy: oh how funny. Oh I bet they all loved it
    Francie: oh yes hilarious
    Tracy: I kept thinking today that any distraction, was taking Bills mind off the pain
    Francie: yeah
    Tracy: and so was George!
    Francie: ahahahahha
    Tracy: ahhaah I synced with george!
    Francie: hahahah!
    Francie: yes
    Tracy: would you write that in syncs under my name please
    Francie: okay


    Francie: what does a jewel on the forehead signify?
    Tracy: A flock of coots is known in the US as a cover
    Tracy: um, not sure, like an Indian thing?
    Tracy: why?
    Francie: some of my frogs had jewels on their foreheads, and then i watched a movie with jewels on foreheads
    Tracy: is it a Sikh thing? Or is it the chakra
    Francie: don’t know
    Tracy: which chakra is that or is it the third eye… What colour jewels?
    Francie: tarotteachings blogspot
    Tracy: ralphmag
    Francie: there is another 8 synch in that tarot one
    Francie: oh wow, a magazine synch Tracy
    Tracy: she understands, with a profound and inherent wisdom, that the universe is a magical and abundant place.
    Tracy: thats cool huh… What?
    Francie: the link you gave me: read the last paragraph
    Tracy: I was thinking about the magazine yesterday… WOW F, the last paragraph!
    Francie: yes!
    Tracy: would you post it on syncs for me?
    Francie: yes
    Tracy: please
    Tracy: I missed that bit, I just noticed the ittiel
    Tracy: tille
    Tracy: title


    Tracy: there is no righteously indignant icon
    Francie: yes, well if there were, i would use it!
    Tracy: I meant all
    Tracy: slip of the tongue
    Francie: oh well thats alright then, i am mollified
    Tracy: hahahahhahahahahahahha
    Tracy: maniacally
    Tracy: maybe I should change my name
    Francie: hahaah what to?
    Francie: molly, molly fried
    Tracy: Molly Baloney
    Francie: mollocks
    Francie: yes! do it
    Tracy: hahaha no
    Francie: no well seriously, what to?
    Tracy: I will be Molly Maloney and you be Betty Mollocks
    Francie: ahahhhaha
    Francie: doubt it
    Tracy: Baloney
    Tracy: not Maloney
    Francie: oh no i feel a new character coming on
    Francie: oh its okay, you can’t get in
    Francie: :yahoo_whew:
    Tracy: hahah would you please introduce them into the story under my name
    Francie: thats why!
    Tracy: Molly Boloney and Betty Mollocks
    Francie: you will just have to save it up
    Tracy: well I might forget it, just make a note of it for me, as if you were Becky jotting down a clue
    Francie: okay i will post it in random ramblings okay
    Tracy: ok, just paste this part of the chat as a comment
    Francie: hang on i will do it now
    Tracy: no, this chat part in story
    Francie: no i refuse
    Tracy: thank you dearest Franci. You may print that too
    Francie: I will do it in ramblings or nothing
    Tracy: ok
    Francie: take your pick
    Tracy: thanks
    Francie: ahahahahaha
    Tracy: ramblings
    Francie: okay hang on
    Tracy: you have got me by the balls, thats why
    Francie: it is quite rambly, i think it goes rather well
    Tracy: yes, you are right as usual
    Francie: where shall i do it to and from?
    Tracy: um
    Tracy: start there up til here
    Tracy: right here


    While Tracy’s having some connectivity issues, I’ll post that for her:

    Decadent Tranquility, by George Trée ; a 25 months old story driven by fractal images…


    Mavis had not yet received any news from her friends Sharon and Gloria. She’d hoped she could have some postcard from them before she goes and join them…

    Nearly two months… Two months since they had all received the exciting email from that Dr. Bronklehampton and had decided to take a leap of faith.
    As a matter of fact, they had taken that leap of faith just before, and it was just a… “synchronistic confirmation that they were heading in the right direction”, that’s what old Harry had said… Or was it Joe? No, that was surely Harry.
    Fred wasn’t very pleased.

    Bored by all the variations of dominoes and dices games at their third-age club, the three inseparable ladies had decided, in a bout of delightful unreasonableness, to embrace all that modern technology had to offer. Sharon and Gloria, being the devil-may-care as they were, got their computer first. Mavis had to convince Fred that he could make his horse-racing bets with that computer without having to go to the city, now that the last pub in the village wasn’t taking bets any longer… and even play poker! she’d said, bluffing so vehemently that she’d almost blushed in shame for fear of being wrong. But that last argument had convinced old Fred. And now, she was connected too. A second-hand computer, with a dusty old keyboard, but she’d let it soak a night in a soapy basin, and it was now shiny as a brand-new one. Except that it now kept behaving strangely…

    In their club, they could boast that now they were connected all over the word, and all the old parakeets of the club had almost choked over their tea when they had heard all of what they had discovered.
    Sharon had won most of the glaring bedazzlement. Wearing newly bought sunglasses, she’d said whispering like a conspirator that she had searched her name on a website and she had seen more than 7 million pages talking of her! Imagine! More than seven million people talking of her! And she had not known she was so famous… Hence the sunglasses, she’d added with a wink… there were probably a slew of paparazzi hidden somewhere to discover all that was to know about her… But you can’t fool dear ol’ Sharon Stone.
    Gloria Fowles had been gathering almost 4,000 pages… But well, she had not the charismatic aura of Shah.
    And Mavis Staples had got a hefty 470,000 pages!… Of course, she had not told Fred, who was already so paranoid about all of this stuff. When they had received the machine, he was convinced there were miniature cameras and transponders from the MI6 inside the PC and had spent hours disassembling and reassembling it.

    Very soon after they had registered for their free email address (the reseller had explained patiently that she couldn’t electrocute herself while licking the envelop), the next day to be precise, at 5:33 —that was the hour when Mavis had finished her routine dusting and breakfast preparing for Fred, and just before taking Gulp, the dog for a news reading (that was what Sha was saying “butt sniffing for dogs, is like news reading for us”), she had granted herself a little peek into the emailbox— she had seen something in the recipe folder.
    She wasn’t sure why they had called that folder “meat” or “ham”… no that wasn’t “ham”… “SPAM” more like it… Anyway, in the recipes folder, she’d received her first email. She’d called eagerly Sha and Glo, and they had received it too, and had even answered it already, as they had spent the all night “surfing” as they said — which was a bit difficult for Sharon with her sunglasses in the dark.

    All three of them had received a free coupon for a massage and therapeutic rejuvenating treatments (and possibly some bonus organ enlargements free of charge) in Tikfijikoo Island!

    Well, now Mavis was ready to go too, now that Fred had been mollified and she’d gathered the money for the trip.
    In a sense, that was good she’d not received anything yet from Sha and Glo, it would allow her to imagine the wildest things!


    In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud


    A cloud-assisted demented rewrite, just for fun…


    SOME mean rather weird beings… THE brotherHOOD OF magic NEEDED TO SEND Elikozoe INTO A space Craft TO CARE FOR THE boy WHO felt six motherSHIPS COMING IN HIS dreams.

    DURING THESE moments easily FORGOTTEN, SOME others young legends WERE sent Aside TO answer AND bounce WITH alone aspects THAT wondered HOW TO keep focused.

    THE trees WERE laughing “yeah!” THEY SAID, AS Anita FELT cold AMONG THE roseS randomLY SCATTERED.
    SOME told HER ABOUT love, AS SHE asked WHETHER dragons REALLY seemed LIKE nothing ELSE SHE HAD SEEN BEFORE.

    Chris turned wondering ABOUT nature THESE days WHEN everyone, Elizabeth INCLUDED, KEPT thinking WHAT THEIR hair looked LIKE FROM behind.

    DEEP inside, SOME help began slightly TO COME TO THE lady AS SOON AS THE dark cloud HAD taken HER TO sleep. THE truth IN particular WAS LIKE A friend WITH purple COLOURS AND A skull IN HIS HAND, WHO sat WAITING FOR HER.
    “let HOPE COME, despite whatever FATE bringS TO THE door! YOU must wait SOMETIMES, AS factS follow!”

    Nice Tina WAS caught floating ON THE STREAM, AND moving ALONG IN A green jogGING GEAR WAS Joe, BOTH full OF IDEAS THAT gave THEIR friends AN experience NEWLY created. BUT THEY needed magpieS AND tried FOR THESE creatureS INSERTION TO work.

    FOR Arona, ALL WAS happening ON Earth LIKE SOME important dream. IT WAS LIKE dancing IN A real play, WITH THE sea NEARBY.
    A series OF dog-EARED BOOKS WERE NEARLY outside, AND deep INSIDE, SHE KNEW THE novelS WERE close TO surface OUR dimension, WITH HER head looking BEYOND, AS perhaps Yurick WOULD AGREE.
    HIS heart often sounds interesting, BUT OF ALL THE ones SHE liked, IT SHOULD BE herself.
    THE Duane SHALL BE rememberED, SHE thought, IN DUE times…

    WITH THE goat, Anna suddenly giveS THE blue busy spiders SOME NEW reality, AND Kay IS getting hot. SHE HAD forgotten THAT handS COULD BE making names, AND SHOUTING HER CreEd, THE voice OF THE girl SAID IT matterED THAT THE story became shouted IN THE sky.
    Eric WAS ENduring Sanso WHO loved THE sandY BEACHES.


    CLAD IN teal, SHE WAS waiting FOR HIS parents’ words TO HAVE moved AND TO BE connected. Franiel HAD FELT within HIMSELF four OLD fatherS’ ADVICES, AND HAD AGREED TO TALK TO Salome’S face AND ANSWER HER call THAT HAD APPEARED quickly UPON THE wall AND HAD BEEN wandering OVER HIS bed.
    HE careD FOR THE past, AND THAT VISION WAS telling. IN THE morning, HE SAW IT AS A gift, SHINING IN SOME DISTANT island, LIKE A moviNG presence.

    Yann VowED TO FIND HIS WAY IN THE soup OF linkS, AND FIND THE OLD godS’ energy THAT kept THE planetS MOVING.
    HE heard SOMETHING, A FUGACIOUS moment following HIS ADMIRING OF THE beautiful weather, UNDER THE Glistening sun. A SINGLE dragon’S hands COULD nurse POTENT writing abIlITIeS, AND soon WOULD open GREAT awareNESS OF joy AND moveMENTS AND music WHICH WOULD MAKE HIM laugh OF ALL THAT HE WAS creating WITHIN THIS focus.

    Tracy FEELS away OF THE action. IT seems QUITE human… NOTHING IS white DURING twilight, SHE noticed, AND FELT given TO understand.
    AS MRS Bellamy, SHE WOULD HAVE stopPED LONG ago, HAD NOT come THAT powerful mummy.
    WITH Georges startING TO APPEAR, worry BECOMES quietNESS FOR Jib, AND crystal-CLEARNESS FOR Sam.
    MANY years AHEAD IN A GALAXY far-AWAY, ANOTHER Dory IS named AND readS ABOUT DR Bronklehampton’s WORKS.
    HAVING TAKING leaveS, AND BEING gone FOR ALL, OLD Hrih DELVES INTO THE skulls AND HIS eyes SEE A next hope IN A book.
    MovementS HAPPEN FOR Claudio already… THE world woke UP IN surprise.
    A known sense OF TIMESPACE-travel APPEARS IN THE commentS, AS seen THROUGH light.

    Akita’S body AND mind started TO ACT LIKE A saint AND FEEL strange under THE change.
    “TO danGER, bugger!” WAS HIS decision NO longer… HE FELT warm… Towards THE worlds treeS, askING HIMSELF IF IT WAS A game, HE SAW TWO male children PLAYING against EACH OTHER.
    THEY managed TO show HIM THAT THE Murtuane WAS familiar.
    THE whole air WAS speaking. IT sort OF opened ITSELF SO THAT HE knew later OF THAT SPECIAL room OF TIME AND SPACE, AND HAD THE WIND AGAIN BRUSH HIS skin similar TO WHEN HE WAS seeing home IN HIS HEAD.

    Felicity IN THE BEDlam SAW half-formS, COUNTING three OF THEM, INCLUDING Gustav IN THE saloon, AND Becky WHO WAS THINKING SHE WAS AGAIN IN THE wrong PLACE: A monastery!
    SHE’D RATHER HAVE yourself BE A star, AND HERSELF BE HERE TO MAKE THE FUN postS AND playing lost.

    Eight powers smiled: true saying!
    THE sisters focuses IN THEIR caveS HAD SOME fine land TO PLAY WITH.
    Apparently sound WAS key once, BUT THE VOICES IN THE night speak UNCEASINGLY, AND TO write SOME great stories, SPEAK strongLY. THEY seem TO BE feeling yesterday SOME perfect movements…

    THE marmoset HAD FOUND A family, AND funny wordS TO process. IT laughed short GIGGLES
    AS FOR myself, SAID THE cat TO Floyd, I’D create A party-LIKE life, WHERE I DO AS I please, AND LET paper WORK AND feelINGS AND desireS AND tryING AND tellING TO monkey.

    IN THE FLOWING water, “aum” SOUNDS RIPPLED IN A huge dear dance beginning TO REFLECT himself IN images. HE sighed AS HIS attention GOT INVOLVED IN THE trip AND HE remembered…
    ON THE beach, obviously AWARE OF THE synchRONICITIES, THE creatures wanted TO CLAP THUNDEROUS applauseS.
    LIVING THE dead GUYS’ ideaS…


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    I just read a post on E list (Post 18393) about similar sounding names(regarding another focus/fragment personality experiencing opposites in the same situation…from the same person who wrote the ‘law enforcement’ policeman post recently), which reminded me of Fran’s very similar experience (post 3791 FGF) regarding names that were almost identical and the ensuing mix-ups……:yahoo_thinking:


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    While doing this hug Jib, you were also writing the 888 th comment in the system (CommentID=888), which, by another funny coincidence appears to be into the 8 th discussion thread (DiscussionID=8), and obviously it was posted January, 8 th 2008 …

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