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Octopi Dreaming

At The Daily Grail — a blog (much more than “just” a blog) — you should be reading if you aren’t already, has a few items on the magical dreaming alien octopi. 

Water and Bigfoot Dream

Having trouble with the WordPress editor feature – – wanted to post this link and added thought about the previous post I Finally Saw Sasquatch!!!!

Here’s a link to a dream I had awhile ago about water and Bigfoot, posted at my Frame 352: The Stranger Side of Sasquatch blog.

About the painting I saw in my dream last night: in front of the white planet and half moon was a classic saucer shaped flying saucer/UFO. I’ll try to draw a picture and post it soon.

I Finally Saw Sasquatch!!!!

 

I Finally Saw Sasquatch!!!!!!!!!

I did! We did! Jim and I both. Muscular, about seven feet tall, the crescent-cone shaped head. Unbelievable; to use an overused word, awesome. I mean awe inspiring, magical, powerful, incredible. A gift.

Now here’s the thing. I saw the Sasquatch in a dream. DO NOT GO AWAY! Please stay and read on.

The dream was so real. Vivid, among the most vivid dreams I’ve had. A lucid dream, a dream that I felt, could sense odors and aromas, felt the wood on the door, the cold of the linoleum floor. Never thought for a moment it wasn’t real.

Jim and I are in house that’s surrounded by woods. I look through a little window in the door, and see a bear cub in a tree. I say to Jim “The mother must be near by,” and then I see the mother bear. I’m just about to look away when I see the Bigfoot. I am sure it’s a Bigfoot, but . . . I mean, could it be? Yes, it is! The Sasquatch comes out from behind 

the trees, the bears move off. I whisper excitedly to Jim to come look. We see the Sasquatch, and it is just so damn obvious that this is real. This is not a person in a suit. This is not a fake, a hoax, a bear. It is only, simply, really, a Sasquatch. He is human like, but not human. He is beyond a mere “dumb” animal or “creature.” He is . . . akin to us, but, more. 

The Sasquatch — and I get the impression it’s a male, even though I don’t see anything obvious to let me know that — turns and looks right at me. He moves right up to the door and presses his face to the window. I can’t move, I am amazed, transfixed. I am not scared, but I am careful. Respectful. His eyes! It’s the eyes in that incredible face that are powerful. Deep and knowing. Surpassing human. Intelligence, seeing.

The Sasquatch calls me by name. Telepathically. We are communicating clearly — no words, but through mind. He urges me to keep writing about him, the Sasquatch, and, about UFOs. “Do not stop, or give it up,” he tells me. “Keep writing, we need you.” And then: “We are connected to UFOs, to space. We do exist on another dimension.”

I just can’t believe I have been given this gift. This beautiful gift. This Sasquatch tells me people need to know about it all; dimensions and UFOs and Sasquatch . . .

A huge painting then fills my minds eye: a large white sphere and a half moon-like shape behind it in a black background. While this half moon shape has craters and looks very much like our moon, it isn’t our moon. The white planet, and the moon like satelite planet have something to do with the Bigfoot’s message.

The intelligence of this being is vast. Serious business. Abilities beyond ours. Knowledge beyond ours. But also, humor.

He leaves, but then half turns and I get a vibe of humor from him. I feel something small and hard fall in my lap, and I think I hear him make a sound like a chuckle as he walks away. 

I look down in my lap — because I’ve long ago just plopped down onto the floor in sheer dumb amazement — and see a little plastic Bigfoot charm with a hook to put on a cord or chain. The message was clear: wear this silly little image to remind yourself what you’ve just experienced, to tell others, to keep writing, and to know that Sasquatch is real.

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I can’t believe I saw Sasquatch! I am full of joy and … I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. I have to write about this, now. Then I think no, I have to tell others I know and talk with them about this. I think of who I can contact: Tim Binnall, Tim Beckley, Jeremy Vaeni, Lon Strickler. Who would believe me the most? Does it matter if they believe me, as long as they just give me the time to talk about it? 

I have to get the news out. But then I feel dejected; who  is going to believe me? I’ve seen UFOs, more than once. Experienced hauntings, psychic events, visitations, missing time, and now, Bigfoot? Really? What am I, some kind of High Strangeness Nut-Magnet? 

I remember what the Sasquatch told me. Get it out there. So that’s what I decide to do.

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I realized writing this that, while the importance of writing about this was the message from the the Sasquatch, and the information that there is a UFO/outer space connection, the Sasquatch didn’t tell me how, or what. No details. That’s for us to discover.  

There is more to this dream. Before seeing the Sasquatch, there is flooding everywhere. Jim and I are trying to stay ahead of the water that is coming and we hitch a ride with a man and his family, who takes us to his home; the home where we saw the Sasquatch. We’re waiting for a safe moment to leave again. It’s here, while we’re waiting, that I look out the window in the door and see, first the bears, then the Bigfoot.

I’ve also had other dreams connected to water and Bigfoot, and bears appearing as a sort of psychopomp for the Sasquatch event.

Bigfoot researcher Lisa Shiel wrote, about a water-Bigfoot connection:

Bigfoot have exhibited some very un-apelike behavior, much of it concerning water. Apes don’t swim. But Bigfoot have been seen swimming in lakes and rivers. They wade out into rivers to steal fishermen’s nets full of fish. They like the water. UFOs have been seen going into or coming out of water. Some witnesses have watched UFOs suck the water out of lakes. They like the water too.  – Lisa Shiel

Related links from my Frame 352: The Stranger Side of Sasquatch blog:

My Name is Flix cover

Bigfoot Carries Away Bear

Didn’t See Sasquatch, Yet

 

 

 

Cheeto and the Mothman

 

 

reganleemothman.jpeg      Saw this on the Coast to Coast site; tRUMP retweeted a tweet concerning Mothman. Oh, this just gets more surreal by the moment, doesn’t it?

 

Do Octopi Dream?

I think they do. Some scientists think so too. I write a lot about dreams here at the Orange Orb, as readers know. Combine my intrigue with dreams and my love of octopi, and I’m in a very nerdy place on the astral plane.

“If she is dreaming, this is a dramatic moment,” Scheel said. “You could almost narrate the body changes and narrate the dream. She sees a crab and her color starts to change a little bit, then she turns all dark, octopuses will do that when they leave the bottom [of the ocean.] This is a camoflage, like she’s just subdued a crab and she’s just going to sit there and eat it, and she doesn’t want anyone to notice her.”

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The Bitchy Witch Tarot Queen

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This came from left field. The only trigger I can think of is that earlier yesterday I cleared off my altar; kept it simple this time with a plant, Buddha lamp, and one of my  tarot decks (Deviant Moon.)

There’s a woman who is quite the pagan leader here, locally. Everyone in the pagan-witchy community knows her, or of her. Some respect her quite a bit, others, like myself, thinks she’s, well, I don’ think much. Used to go to some of her meetings. Feh.

So I dreamt last night, I attend a workshop she’s giving. About a hundred people in attendance. A small, bowl shaped auditorium. She’s in the middle, giving a talk on the tarot. Something about the court cards, specifically, the King and Queen. (the suite didn’t matter, any of the Kings and Queens.)

I ask a question. My intentions are absolutely sincere; all I want to know is… I don’t remember the question now, but in the dream, it had something to do with how to interpret the meaning of the court cards.

For whatever reason, and to my confusion, the Bitchy Witch Tarot Queen becomes extremely rude. Answers my question with sarcasm, meanness, and then, tells me to get out! Yells at me to leave, and, to never, every, come back. She will, she tells me, get a court order (heh) or whatever it takes, to ensure that I never come near her, or anything she’s involved in.

Her reaction really disturbs me. What is wrong with this person?!  The a voice tells me to write a letter, or a blog post, about her. Her rudeness, the bizarre thing her and her co-bitch-witch did to me over my volunteering, etc. And so I write this. And as I’m doing so, the voice keeps reminding me of other episodes. Then I wake up. Or so I think; I realize, after reading the letter, that I’m still asleep. 

 

 

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Unknown.jpeg Deviant Moon tarot, by Patrick Valenza

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alien Grey as The Chariot

 

Among my many blogs, is Orange Orb Tarot. One of many hats I wear: tarot reader. I posted the following at my tarot blog a year or so ago:

 

Another area of passion and interest of mine,  (see my blog OrangeOrbTarot) aside from the UFO, paranormal realm, is the tarot. I was searching for various decks, since I collect them as most readers do. I have several tarot and oracle decks and came across this image from the Bifrost tarot deck.

This is a Major Arcana card — specifically, The Chariot — from theBifrost tarot deck. There is a distinctive alien grey ET figure, floating in outer space, giving the peace sign.

According to the deck’s creator, the meaning of this Major Arcana card The Chariot is:

The Chariot of the information age is the mind.  This is symbolized by both the flying saucer behind the Roswell alien’s eyes and the magic carpet at his seat.  The blood in his grail and the strand of DNA show that no matter where he travels, he will always find himself. [Tarotsmith.net/bifrostTarot]

The flying saucer is in the place of the third eye. The location is specific: Roswell.  The alien is peace loving, since he/she/it/gender neutral alien is flashing the peace sign. And, the ET is on a magic flying carpet, floating out there in the starry void.

What to make of this?

Assumptions that ET, as ‘the grey’ is a good vibe, well meaning, peaceful hippie alien. All is groovy and cosmic, flying around on the magic carpet.

Traditional, The Chariot, Waite-Coleman-Rider deck

Traditionally, The Chariot is depcited as having stars above (hence the alien I suppose) which represents the influences of the stars in this card. There is also the crescent moon. The wings have to do with Hinduism — the Bifrost tarot interprets this image using the third eye.

There are actually a few tarot decks that use aliens  as symbols. I don’t know how I feel about using a deck with this image, for myself, it seems too strange. In one sense, accessing memories of UFO encounters as a sort of tarot card reading, in order to make sense out of what happened, is useful. I try to do this for myself at times. But I don’t know about integrating both. However, it’s not a judgement. Each of us uses whatever decks feel right at the time. I’ve had decks that I’ve used before passing them on to others, decks I don’t use for readings but appreciate for other reasons, and so on.

It would be interesting to do a study on readers who have also had UFO experiences using decks with alien motifs. What would that conjure up?

Sea Poems

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Feeling my Pisces self today, so here are some watery poems, haiku and others, I’ve written over the years.

 


the jellyfish, soft

we talk about consciousness

white-pink minds floating


 

mermaid blue

my summer

streak


 

 

a green octopus

watches from its oblong tank

acute awareness

 


 

a mermaid tattoo

on the arm

why not


 

inside her belly

the blind fish

dance


 

jellyfish in transparent tubes

pink streams floating

are they conscious? she asks


 

Found Poem

I like playing around with the found poem structure, though I don’t stick to the “pure found poem” style, which doesn’t allow for any rearranging of text. Here’s a brief definition of a found poem from the  poets.org site:   

Found poems take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems. The literary equivalent of a collage, found poetry is often made from newspaper articles, street signs, graffiti, speeches, letters, or even other poems.

 

Murder in the Blue Room

which harbor huge sea urchins

the worst is yet to come

found poem: t.v. guide, 1980s, l.a.


 

Red Is Not Orange

 

Always looking for information about orbs, particularly orange orbs of course. Found this item posted in February of 2008 by Miriam Delicado. She decribes diffferent colors of orbs, and their purpose. But no mention of orange orbs, unless she means red is orange. Or maybe it’s just that she hadn’t heard of orange orbs at the time.

The type of orb I am talking about look like a ball about the size of a softball or baseball. They are seen as being green, red, blue and silver. I myself have seen the blue, silver and green ones.

Don’t get confused by the information being put out there about orbs. The first thing you need to ask is; What kind of orb are they talking about?

Then you need to research and listen to your own self as to what they are. THINK about what you are being told and don’t get caught up in any hype.

The blue orbs are used to look for people or give a person information.

Red orbs… I was told by a couple of people they believe they are there to warn the person of danger. I have not encountered this type so I really don’t know.

Green and silver orbs have several tasks to perform. The green orbs take samples of the air, water, soil and such. The silver take samples of the more technical things like wind, temp, sun and so on.

My orb, which was orange, not red, didn’t seem to be warning me of anything. On the other hand, maybe it was warning me of something. We  (my husband and I) did experience missing time during the sightings,  and the vivid dreams of being paralyzed within a beam of excruciating white light beaming down from a huge disc like thing above me began. Was the orange orb warning me of that — following me during the aftermath? 

I pose these quesitons, and that’s what they are: quesitons. Speculations. I have no answers. Only explorations and possibles invoked from those explorations. 

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