I am trying in this one article, to enumerate just a FEW of the coincidences, the serendipity of this blog and the coming together of its people. I am no stranger to all this, I have noticed and followed such things most of my adult life. Call it a form of being "Street-wise". Some regard it as just NOTICING magic - Deja'Vu - Circumstancial patterns. The rhyme and rhythm of serendipity.
Here though, it is more than just coincidence. If I had to give it an image I would suggest the concept of The Phoenix rising from its own ashes. There is more than just casual meanings to the names our forefathers applied to what was at the time, their world. Up in the Grand Canyon for instance there are all sorts of Egyptian names given to various parts of the geography. In a 1909 edition of the Arizona Republic there is a big article about discoveries of the remains of giants deep within the caves, caverns and mountains of the Grand Canyon.
What does all this mean? Ever had a good case of Deja'Vu? Ever LIVED in a condition of Deja'Vu? I have. Jerome, Cottonwood, Clarkdale, Sedona... the entire Verde Valley where I wandered and adventured during the fall of 1969 - was the home of TWO of my great-great-grandfathers, whose children married and gave birth to my grandfather in Cottonwood. So what? Ya had to have been there to experience the things I did but to say the least, wow. I didn't find ANY of this stuff out until I started researching genealogy years later, in 1993.
Mariah Fleming in archived posts on this blog - recounts a vivid up close and personal experience with the spirit of Bill Compton immediately after his death. Mariah as it turns out, had a near-death experience at birth. She was premature and in an incubator for a long time. In my case, I had a near-death experience also at birth, where I sustained a skull injury. Perhaps these circumstances cause perceptions to kick in that often go unnoticed. There have been many similar examples.
What does this MEAN to the readers of this blog? How come these things matter? How do I love thee? How do we love one another? Let me count the ways..
John Robertson and Daniel Page both migrated separately to Orcas Island in the Great Northwest. They met there and became good friends, eventually sharing space for a time. Then one day they discussed the past so the story goes. Dan was an editor of Rebirth in Phoenix. John was a DJ at KDKB. It must have been like two brothers discovering each other for the first time because BOTH their 'mother's names were Mary and their father's names were John'. Do you have any idea how mathematically UNLIKELY an encounter lile this is?
Ted Dickenson (a close friend of John's) and I kept running into each other all over Arizona in some of the most obscure towns. Williams, Bisbee and on and on through various career choices ranging from art carving to warehousing to radio. So what? WHAT - is that it kept REPEATING over and over for about 15 years.
NOW we come up to Present time. NOW it is 2006. I have a different life in North Texas but NOW we have the Internet, NOW communication can be done more conveniently and NOW we cannot deny Circumstance and Serendipity becuse it is in our faces.
NOW I rediscover Bruce Frank, Dan Page, Rebirth, KCAC survivors and others. NOW we can compare notes about being Street-wise and noting the magic that surrounds us.
I had not seen Bruce since he came to visit me at my old shack on South Central in Phoenix in about 1977. If Bruce reads this and tells me it didn't happen, I am gonna crap. There was a surreal aspect to the meeting. It was just before or just after Bill died and what I remember most about it was the countenance - the glow around Bruce. I don't recall anything that was said.
NOW we find out that our lives have progrssed in similar, parallel directions. Lovers. Wives. Children.
I was impressed with a Phoenix hippie family with a daughter named Summer. I don't remember anything about them other than how pretty the little gitl was and how I remarked to her and her parents that I really loved the name Summer and wished I had a little girl to name Summer. There was a sudden electric pause in the room and she said; "You will".
Summer Rose Wortham was born in the middle of August, 1984. She lived 12 years and died in a car wreck Christmas of 1996 - a few months after the 1996 KCAC reunion. As part of the grieving and recovery process my wife Debby compiled a book which I converted into a blog......... http://cherishedblossoms.blogspot.com/
Sad to read but hopeful too and now........ THIS?
NOW I discover that Bruce Frank has a daughter born in 1993. Name? Summer. Summer Rose.
Bruce writes: got this from Ron just now...thought i'd forward it right away... more later but... somethings happining... would you beleive the hand of god moving here... and were getting in touch with our higher selves... Yea i knew you would... weve seen enough of that in action to beleive and smile... but its getting in touch
with us and communicating stronger than ever it seem... Ron and i just discovered we both have a daughter named Summer... Rose, and many other coincidences... Ummm
Lov Ya Bro
Summer Rose Wortham b. 1984
Summer Rose Frank b. 1993
i don't know what to make of it... or if i even should... its a little much... I just sent you an email... as i cant find her 'your Summer Rose' pics on the memorial site... but reading it i learned your daughter also played clarinet... guess what... my daughter plays in the school band too... clarinet... right. My daughter and i were both astounded by the coincidences and parellels... that are being reveled.
My feeling alway is that these reflection of our personal lives in the world around us, weather we understand them or not, is always a good thing... cause what i do understand is... thats our, higher self... getting in touch with us... Yes, our god self that is part of everything around us... just tuneing in with us and showing us... Its with us and working...
We are getting in touch with our higher selves and its getting in touch with us through the world around us... which is us! I tell people not to be afraid or superstisous or to make to much of it, cause well be seeing more and more of this as we go on... think of it as positive feedback... so keep the faith, enjoy the ride and watch the wonders unfold... dont forget a little respect and thanks along the way... cause were probably gonna be seeing more and more of this kind of thing as we go on. We are getting in touch with our higher selves... we are connecting... and its hearing us and awnsering back... and i gotta say it...
'god is alive, magic is a foot'
God is Alive - Magic is Afoot, Bruce and Rebirth appears to be coming real.
The Incredible String Band
The Half Remarkable Question
Who moved the black castle
Who moved the white queen
When Gimmel and Daleth where standing between?
Out of the evening growing a veil
Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail
There's something forgotten I want you to know
The freckles of rain are telling me so
O it's the old forgotten question
What is that we are part of?
What is it that we are?
And an elephant madness has covered the sun
The judge and the juries they play for the fun
They've torn up the roses and washed all the soap
And the martyr who marries them dares not elope
O it's the never realised question
O long O long e're yet my eyes
Braved the gates enormous fire
And the body folded 'round me
And the person in me grew
The flower and its petal
The root and its grasp
The earth and its bigness
The breath and its gasp
The mind and its motion
The foot and its move
The life and its pattern
The heart and its love
O it's the half-remarkable question.