If there is one unexpected benefit of an extended foal watch (the little so-and-so's now being overdue by several days, making me crazy LOL)—I must admit that in my case the seemingly endless wait has been a strong incentive to occupy myself with the displacement activity of writing. And the Universe and its magic seem to be playing right along! Perhaps deliberately!

To wit, today I had a miraculous, synchronistic interaction with Ava, my chosen "daughter by another mother" who lives in Canada. A while back, I sent her a Valentine's Day card. Of course, she too is eagerly awaiting word of the imminent arrival of the new foals in California. Today I received a small packet from her, mailed in Toronto back on February 14, 2025.

Ava is a lifelong lover of hedgehogs, to the extent that she has even owned them as pets. Little gifts for her are easy to find, as long as they are hedgehog-themed. The package that she sent to me had the shape of a greeting card, but it was bulging and soft. I opened it to discover that she had sent not only a charming note, but had also tucked in a pair of socks that she had sourced at Dollarama! The socks feature an image of two hugging hedgehogs, and in all caps, they bear the endearing message, "A HEDGE-HUG FOR MOM." Isn't that priceless?

But that's not all. Ava and I share a love of many things, including synchronicities and spiritual mysteries, and we often trade our stories of "whoppers." The hedge-hug socks are no exception to our Divinely-orchestrated rules of engagement. If you notice the colour of the socks, you will see that they are a close match to the unusual shade of lilac pink of the jacket that I wrote about in my Rose-coloured Alternatives blog of 02.22.25. The Magic Watch blog that chronicled a recent upgrade in my third-eye clairvoyance.

I found that pink jacket at the Goodwill Store in Grover Beach, California on February 14, 2025. That was the same day that Ava mailed her card and gift of the matching socks. In that rather unlikely colour. Just a coincidence? I don't think so. A Godwink works better for us.

I believe that these crazy times are offering much magic to those who are receptive. Do what you have to do, whatever is right for you. But be aware that life on Earth is getting far too exciting to give up now! Let the would-be powermongers play out their losing game until there's nobody left who wants to play with them. The rest of us will be too busy sharing our stories of magic and miracles.

My clairaudient DJ is currently playing a hit from 1969, by The Youngbloods. A compelling heartfelt call to action by songwriter Chet Powers, entitled Get Together…

🎶 Come on, people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together, try to love one another right now. 🎶 🙏

These days, as I await the arrival of two foals, I am trying to stay focused on magic and miracles, and all things positive. Thus, the time seems right to share a miraculous story that I've been saving—one involving carpets. It happened a while back, starting when my first horse, Angel, was still on this Earth.

I delight in magic and miracles, and derive much entertainment and satisfaction from watching for them, and finding evidence thereof as they occur in my life. Hence, the name of this blog--Magic Watch. I particularly enjoy watching for synchronicities—those mysterious, inexplicable coincidences that crop up from time to time. According to Deepak Chopra and teachings from the Vedanta, synchronicities are direct messages from the Creator. Godwinks, as it were. Intrigued by that concept, years ago I began the practice of keeping a record of the synchronicities that occurred in my life.

My favourite type of "whopper" synchronicity, as Deepak has dubbed them, is a type of coincidence involving physical objects that seem to mysteriously bi-locate through space and time. Over the years, I have experienced several of these, and always welcome them into my awareness. Here I share the "physical synch" that is currently in the running for my "all time whopper synchronicity," at least to date.

As described in Meant To Be: An Awakening Journey, my horse Angel convinced me to manifest a two-stall barn for the two of us to share on my property in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. Our "she-shed by the seaside with stained glass and a stall." She occupied the back room, and I used the front as my office and tack room. It was a beautiful space, and we spent many glorious days together in our house back in 2020-21. (You can read some of her recollections from those days in her blog on this website, AAnygl's Blog.)

The floors in both rooms of the barn were covered in thick black rubber stall mats. At times when Angel was not in residence, I used both rooms for human gatherings, and added ambiance by covering the rubber mats with attractive carpets. Angel's barn was created on a small budget, so for the interior decorating, I looked for suitable rugs in Dollarama, the local bargain store in Port Hawkesbury. There I found a pile of 4' x 6' indoor-outdoor throw carpets in an attractive swirling design that struck me as angelic in nature. So I scooped up enough of them to cover the floors in both rooms of the barn, and they added a nice touch. Sadly, Angel left me in June of 2021. But before long, my equestrian life continued to be filled with miracles and joy, thanks to her finding another horse for me, one related to her.

​Fast forward to January, 2024. By that time, I had published my memoir about my magical life with Angel, and was on to a new chapter in California with her little cousin Presence Mac V in my life, along with Presence's feisty red bay great aunt, Euphorika IA ("Rika"). That winter I had decided to treat myself to the extraordinary experience of attending an event called Writing & Riding in Portugal, an inspired combination, if ever there was one for me. It was held at Monte Velho Equoresort, home of world-class Lusitano horses, bred and trained for Olympic-level performance in dressage. For one glorious week, we visiting writer/riders split our time between the two activities, and had an unforgettable once-in-a-lifetime experience.

But wait... there's more!!! The owner of the beautiful resort is a horseman and a renowned architect who designed the entire equestrian complex, including his home on the site. His wife is an interior designer. One evening our group was invited into their home for cocktails before dinner. While we conversed in their spacious seating area, one of our group had a peak into the grand dining room, which featured a massive wooden table seating twelve. She took a photo of this impressive room and later shared it to our WhatsApp group. Can you imagine my surprise when I saw the carpeting chosen by the lady of the house? In colour and design, it bore an uncanny resemblance to the rugs I had chosen back in 2020 for Angel's barn, located a mere 4,380 km away!

I have no words, other than to conclude that at some level, truly we are all connected. And that perhaps horses have similar tastes in carpets in their vicinity LOL.

​On this planet of free will, the choice is ours as to what we focus upon. In your daily free time, however long that may be, you and you alone are in command of your thoughts and feelings. Mystics and sages have long known that there is great power in that. Of course, there is no shortage of manmade, commerically-produced distractions, in the form of alarming media coverage, movies, television shows and the like. If you follow any of that and allow yourself to be affected by it, it is easy to fall into fear and believe that this world we all share is getting worse by the day. Going to hell in a handbasket, to coin a colourful phrase. An understandable human perspective. But there are alternative realities, available to everyone. I am here to share that mine are rose-coloured.

When confronted with any form of trauma that is broadcast over the media, first ask yourself, "Am I safe right now?" In most cases the answer will be, "Yes." Next, ask yourself these questions: "In today's news, are any of the reported tragedies or threatened acts of aggression directed at me?" "Does my job require me to work directly with those who are affected?" "Is there anything constructive that I could do to help out?" If you don't know the answers, go into meditation or prayer and call upon your guides for advice. We all have them.

Once satisfied with your answers, ask yourself why you are inviting all of that drama into your energy field. What purpose does it serve? Most likely it is just habit, because you were raised since childhood on mass media that has always been designed to keep people in a continuous state of fear, insecurity, powerlessness, and desire for more than what they have. Never happy, satisfied, or grateful for all the good already in their lives. Is that really how you want to spend the rest of your precious remaining time on Earth? There is so much to love and enjoy! Why not focus on that instead?

I strongly believe in the power of positivity. And I have come to know the great joy of living in the present moment and letting the future take care of itself. Moment after moment. I acknowlege that there may be a battle of good vs. evil playing out at this time in the outer world. (One that I truly believe the forces of Light will ultimately win.) But none of that noise is welcome in my peaceful world. I'm too busy enjoying the gift of life on this Earth that I have been given-while I still have this opportunity. I simply "change the channel" and concentrate on what brings me joy, purpose, meaning, satisfaction, and wonder, and try to share that with others. Especially in turbulent times. We are not alone, and Divine guidance is readily available.

These times are a spiritual test for all of us. Relief can be found by looking at all the good in your life, and having faith in the unfolding of a greater plan, in a benevolent universe. When in doubt, call upon your higher power (however you envision that to be) to guide you to wise choices and beliefs. We are all on this planet to experience spiritual truths. What better time than now to call upon your spiritual guide(s) to show you what's next for you?

Personally, I had more than my fill of negative experiences in my first seven decades of life on this planet. I have no time for any more. My soul absolutely earned its right to be here in this body, and in what remains of this lifetime, I refuse to be swayed by any form of intentional negativity. Wild horses could not drag me away from my present bliss. Nobody can deprive me of my joy because I'm the one who controls my universe of thoughts, feelings and responses to outside stimuli.

Besides, I'm having way too much fun at this point to get sidetracked. The manifestation side of my spiritual awakening journey is starting to kick in, and it's fascinating! Which brings me to the story of the pink jacket. Last week we celebrated Valentine's Day and I had great fun doing a photoshoot with my horses dressed up in costumes. Ten-month-pregnant Ms. Rika was beguiling in pink, complete with wearing a ball cap. Perhaps inspired by her colour choices, after visiting the horses at the ranch, I had a sudden clear vision in my third eye--of a pink jacket. This was my first experience with clairvoyance. But there it was in my mind's eye, clear as can be. At the same time, my already-active claircognizance told me that without a doubt, I would find this jacket either at the Goodwill Store in Grover Beach, or at the local Marshall's discount store.

I was intrigued and eager to test the accuracy of this newly-developed spiritual sight and guidance system. So I left the ranch and drove straight to the Goodwill Store. And there it was. The only pink jacket in the entire store, in an unusual shade of lilac pink. It had never been worn, and it fit me perfectly. Wow, amazing grace! In an amusing followup, the next day I was at Marshall's, and there on a mannequin was a pretty top in the exact same shade of pink. The only one in the store, and just my size. I left the poor mannequin topless as I filled my shopping cart.

Many spiritual teachers are predicting that as the Earth continues her ascension journey, humans will gain new spiritual powers as we choose to live in love, unity and peace. Who-hoo!!! If this is the type of magical experience that we can all look forward to, I'm all in! Dare to dream about the future you want, and see what God and the universe have in store for you. Until next time…

These days my emotions are floating up and down like surfers on the Pacific Ocean, riding the waves at Pismo Beach. In a tossing sea of suspended animation, lifted up onto crests of eager anticipation, riding high, then dropped down into unwelcome depths by inevitable dips into fearful territory of imagined "what-ifs." But all for a wonderful reason. My deep love of horses.

This week my two beloved broodmares, Euphorika IA ("Rika") and American Fashion V ("Serafina") are putting the finishing touches on foals they have been producing for the past eleven months. My girls are keeping me in suspense as to when they will decide to grace the world with their not-so-tiny miracles. Which angelic number will each of them select, as the final number of gestational days—340 being the average, plus or minus five days? Day 340 is tomorrow for Serafina. And who will go first?

Rika and Serafina became inseparable BFFs shortly after I introduced them last year, in late February. Of course, spring was in the air at the time, and they were living within plain view, scent, and whinnying distance of Major Mac V, the handsome resident stallion who represents six generations of breeding at Varian Arabians. Major Mac V was Sheila Varian's pride and joy.

It turned out that shortly after meeting last year, the two mares coordinated their reproductive cycles. Just as Dr. Joy Altermatt, their wise reproductive veterinarian, later told me might happen. On Dr. Joy's advice, in mid-March of 2024 I set out on a mission to determine if either of my girls were "in season." Armed with my cell phone, a portable speaker on my belt, and a recording cued up of a lusty stallion wooing a mare, I had fun sneaking up and hiding in the bushes by the big blue barn at Varian Equestrian Center, above the pasture where the mares were grazing. I played the recording, and immediately both mares looked up in the direction of the exciting sound and showed great interest. Bingo!!! A visit the next day to Dr. Joy and her ultrasound machine confirmed that both mares would ovulate that week. In fact, in Serafina's case, while I stood at the beautiful grey mare's head to reassure her, Dr. Joy exclaimed from behind, "She's going to ovulate today!!!"

Oh my goodness!! That certainly got the ball rolling, so to speak. We immediately notified ranch manager Kristy Gillot-Hogue, who quickly assembled her collection team in the breeding shed (the key equine member of the team being Major Mac V himself, of course, of course LOL). And before you knew it, Serafina had received the gift of insemination by Major Mac V. On her 12th birthday, which was also the Spring Equinox. Later that day, I felt inspired to get a tattoo in the form of the iconic Varian "V" logo, on the inside of my right wrist. (As opposed to placed on my left hip, where it is worn by horses carrying the famous V brand.)

The ever-intuitive Dr. Joy suspected that Rika might have coordinated her cycle with Serafina's, and sure enough, when we checked her by ultrasound "just in case," Dr. Joy determined that Rika would likely ovulate in two or three days. And so, Rika received her gift from Major Mac on a Friday, three days after the Equinox. And now the long wait for the babies is almost over!

I love to work with music with my Arabian horses, and the mares and their developing foals have enjoyed a number of dance classes with trainer Ismael "Mike" Perez and me during their pregnancies. For sure, the babies will recognize many tunes when they first make their appearance, and I'm hoping that before long, they will enjoy dancing with me and their mothers in a round pen. Perhaps the four horses will even learn do a Cape Breton square set!

Wish us luck and smooth sailing through the deliveries! We are in the best of hands with Kristy, Dr. Joy and the whole team at Varian Equestrian Center. See you on the other side of the foaling stalls!

​Thursday, January 30, 2025

Since my move here in the fall, my life in central coastal California is settling in nicely, with my three horses/unicorns boarded across the road from my rustic Old West style rental, which is known as The Coop (since the building started life as a large chicken coop). This comfortable one-bedroom building has everything a horse-loving writer could desire.

Readers familiar with my memoir Meant To Be: An Awakening Journey may recall that I communicate and collaborate with many mechanical angels, including my vehicles and electronic devices. To kick-start the next phase of my writing career on planet Earth, I recently attended an online "writers' bootcamp" to learn about the latest developments in the industry since I published Meant To Be in 2020. Additionally, I recently purchased a new computer of sorts at Apple Higuera Street in San Luis Obispo, a nearby college town locally known as "SLO." I had taken my out-of-warranty 2015 MacBook Pro in for service, because it had ceased to turn on after I accidentally spilled a great cup of French-pressed Private Reserve Royal Kona coffee on it. Oops!!! Something I had never done previously in our close, ten-year working relationship.

Victor and a second genius at the Genius Bar diligently worked on my laptop, trying many approaches without success. Finally, reluctantly admitting defeat, Victor officially pronounced it dead. But to our shock, the moment he did so, the senior computer suddenly sprang back to life!!! While it was still on life support with another computer at the bar, Victor informed me that the next step was for me to either take it to a data recovery service, or purchase a new computer from Apple, to which the precious data in its hard drive could be transferred.

Due to the advanced age of my resurrected MacBook and its need in recent years for a constant supply of power, I decided to buy a new iPad accessorized with a detachable case called an iPad Magic Keyboard. Paired up, the iPad and its magic case look very much like my laptop computer. But being a tablet, the versatile iPad can of course slip off on its own and do lots of other things, such as sit on a music stand and display backlit digital sheet music. This modern iPad will also function as an Apple Intelligence-conversant assistant to my MacBook, who now has agreed to go by the name of Old MacBooker. (I have yet to set up or name the iPad, since Old MacBooker is still perfectly functional. In fact, I typed this blog on Old Mac. Besides, in their smart white Apple packaging, the new iPad and the magic keyboard make charming additions to my curated collection of Gifts to Me 2025, displayed in sparkly Valentine's Day gift bags from Dollar Tree. On the floor, set under a Valentine's tree.)

Sadly, Hannah, my inkjet printer whom I purchased last winter just to do my taxes, has not been doing well with the ever-rising ascension energies of 2025. She was fine last year, but this winter she has been in an escalating state of bewilderment. Descriptions of ascension symptoms in printers are hard to find. Her case involves seeming loss of short-term memory function. This had progressed to the point of her choosing to print out one-page documents starting with the third paragraph. And after releasing a printed page, suddenly pulling it back in, creating a paper jam signalled by an angry red light. So in the best interests of all concerned, on Tuesday I took her to be recycled at Best Buy in the Madonna Road plaza in SLO, thanked her for her past service, and helped her to cross the Rainbow Bridge—to heaven for recycled electronics, and ultimately electrons.

After saying goodbye to Hannah, I decided to invest in a professional-quality, small-business-friendly multifunctional (and hopefully multi-dimensional) laser printer/copier/scanner with the same bloodlines as my chatty old colour laser printer friend, purchased years ago in Florida (described on p. 201 of Meant To Be: An Awakening Journey). Quite the saucy lady, the new printer is assertive, and has pointed out that she wishes to be known as Shadow 3301. Presumably because her product number ends in 3301sdw. Duly noted—Shadow it is!!!

Shadow 3301 is conservatively proportioned, sturdy and rather block-like in shape, and is finished in an attractive combination of mainly cream plastic with smart smokey grey accents. Yesterday I set her up in The Coop next to the horse lamp, with the authentic antique barn board wall providing her with an attractive contrasting backdrop. She is proudly perched in the open concept seating area, on her own wooden table. This table, the only one in the store, had been patiently waiting for Shadow to show up at Ross Dress For Less, a store located in the Madonna Plaza close to Best Buy. Considerately, and unbeknownst to me, the two of them decided to hook up on a Tuesday, so that I, as a senior shopper, could benefit from an extra 10% off the already-discounted price of the table. (Hmm... I think I should suggest that senior-friendly Tuesday policy to Best Buy, and to Apple Higuera Street- and for that matter, to Amazon.com. How about it, Jeff?)

Once I had set her up in her new home, Shadow 3301 was eager to strut her stuff. For her first collaborative task, from across the room she deftly caught a wireless communication pitched from Old MacBooker, and magically delivered a page with a greeting from her, printed in a snappy green font called Luminari. Very luminous! She then asked me to take a photo of her greeting, and send it in a text message to family members in Hawaii, who were the ones who had suggested retiring Hannah and adding a new laser printer to my family of mechanical angels. And it is done. AI-AI-O!!!!