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"The part we ignore…may contain the clue to the whole subject." ~ J. Allen Hynek

Unusual Position: Cattle Mutilation in Oregon

Recent cattle mutilation in Fossil, Oregon. An unusual element: the position of the dead cow. And, a footprint, not the rancher’s. So whose?

“She died in a position she couldn’t have gotten into by herself. I don’t have any kind of logical explanation for it,” said David Hunt, owner of Hunt Ranch and a partner-producer for Painted Hills Natural Beef Inc.

 

‘Messages From the Unseelie Side’ blog

A very good blog post on Messages From the Unseelie Side on the energies of beings; Interesting Times and Safety.

Don’t play around with these things. Aliens, ET, elementals, astral beings, fae, etc. — some are “good” and some aren’t. And as the writer comments:

Contrary to the more ‘white light’ line of thought making friends with these beings or trying to empathize with their situation will not help you. These are not beings who just need a hug and a cookie to sooth them into standing down. No. You can’t feed a cat a vegan diet and expect it to survive and you can’t ‘friendship’ a night mare into feeding off of anything except terror. All things are true to their own nature and the nature of these beings is to feed on and encourage human suffering and pain – and death. In this situation you need to understand what and who you are dealing with and why they are the way they are. And accept that some beings in wider reality are hostile to humans by nature or adapted to feeding on painful emotions or death. -The Unseelie Side

Excellent reminder.

Jeremy Gets Deep

Jeremy Vaeni that is. Of course, he has always been deep. Always went in different, thoughtful directions, into himself, into others, around. Anyway, it’s not all about aliens and UFOs and Bigfoot and Mothman. So listen. Listen to him already, if you haven’t yet. He continues to think and grow and ponder about all kinds of things.

 

Alien Dreams: Tall Silvers

Alien Dreams: Silver Talls, Theme Boxes, White Dog

Past two nights I’ve been working on calling down UFOs. I have a friend who is very adept and knows her stuff regarding magick who has been successful with this — she’s shared some techniques with me. So far, no luck in seeing UFOs but I did have some interesting dreams both nights.

First dream: 

Well, all I remember is that the dream was very important and had to do with ships and non-human entities. Dream within a dream within a dream . . . woke up in the dream telling others I had to be sure to tell Jim about this dream because what I dreamt was very important! I woke up in the dream to realize I’d been dreaming then did it all over again. It had something to do with aliens but what, I don’t remember! Just that the message — whatever it was — was important, and not to forget. Of course, I do not remember at all, just that it was.

 

 

Second dream:

Jim and I and others, are in a beautiful setting. A nice large house in a wooded setting. A large man made pond, or lake, really. The aliens have been after us. Tall, reptilian types, nasty. I finally have enough and get the others to join me as we pick up hoses and start spraying water into the woods to get rid of the aliens. I look back at the pond/lake and see a large white dog splash into the water, headed towards me. He wants to join us. And after him, lots of other dogs following. I worry that the dogs will be hurt but give up on trying to shoo them away. After all, aliens. I go back to spraying water into the woods. Someone mentions that “this is like that movie, Signs, where the alien hates water” and I say “No it’s not. Nothing like it. The alien isn’t the same. This is real, this is different.”

Now those aliens are gone but others have come. These beings are near invisible, and silver. They morph in and out of visibility. Sort of like Predator. Liquid like silver, and very tall beings. They have left us here knowing we’re safe and happy but they will be back. They’re not malevolent but not completely warm and fuzzy either.

Meanwhile, inside one of the bedrooms, I call everyone in to look at what I’ve gathered. Some of the people are bored and don’t want to come. I insist. They gather around the bed, where I have several types of boxes. In each box are items related to a theme. One box is Beethoven; sheet music, paintings of Beethoven, CDs and LPs, some books about his life and music in general. 

Another box has some of my poetry as well as poetry and writing by others, art, etc.

One man in our group says he’s bored and doesn’t care about all this stuff. I tell him it’s not about us, what we want, but that the Silver aliens want to learn, want to communicate, and they’ll be back for all this. They know they don’t know and want to be able to learn about us, so they can share their culture with us. 

On Lon Strickler’s Team

I am honored to be a new member of Lon Strickler’s paranormal investigation team,representing Western Oregon/Willamette Valley, and the central coast.

Very exciting!

If you’re not familiar with Lon, check out his books on amazon.com, and his blog. Oh, and his podcast!

 

 

Where the Footprints End

Book: Where the Footprints End

My copy of Where the Footprints End; High Strangeness and the Bigfoot Phenomenon Volume 1 (Joshua Cutchin, Timothy Renner) arrived yesterday.

As you can see, I already very into it!

I am loving this book and am excited for Volume 2.

Among other things, the book is very well written, which I appreciate.

A bit of synchronicity: the introduction contains a report from 1973 about an orange orb and Bigfoot type encounter.  Interesting for many reasons one being, the orange orb is described as being very large and close to the witnesses, and, it occurred in 1973! It’s unusual to find reports of large sized orange orbs from that time. My sighting in Oregon of a large orange orb was in the early 1980s.

Haven’t finished the book yet but just had to give this book a plug. I really think that anyone serious about Bigfoot research — honest research — should read this book, as well as others, like Them Powell’s books.

Childhood Memories:Fuzzy Puppet Wolves

I wrote this piece about a childhood memory for my Trickster Realm’s column at Tim Binnall’s Binnall of America back in 2007.

 

I had to be in bed, flat on my back. Concentrate on the warm yellow light shining under the bedroom door. Then “they” came, several of them, oh, at least four, and somewhere I was levitated, floating through the doors.

I don’t remember what they looked like, or if I ever knew. I do “know” they were small, about my size. Skinny too, not human, like us.

Sometime around age thirteen or so these episodes became less frequent. As I wrote recently on my blog, it was rare when I could intentionally cause these episodes, and when they happened spontaneously, they became scary. I’d often shut down before I could leave my body.

Another event that happened frequently was the “puppet wolves,” visitations, as I called them. These events were connected somehow with the above, but also different. They weren’t the same creatures, for example. It wasn’t quite as pleasant either. And I remember some events happening during the day; still in bed, but daytime.

The fuzzy puppet wolves were very small, not more than about twenty-four inches tall. They were fuzzy/furry, gray, and reminded me of puppets. They weren’t exactly malevolent, but they were quick to be extremely mischievous, pushy, and just not as “nice” as the others. I could see these guys, and remember to this day what they looked like. The other guys, I don’t remember at all, except that they were small. The puppet wolves would gather around my bed, several of them, and they were insistent. They didn’t take no for an answer, and I’d have to go with them. I don’t remember anything other than that.

Not long ago, my husband “Joe” and I were talking about our childhood “weird” experiences; memories of the paranormal, or whatever word you want to use. Before I said anything, he began to tell me of something that happened to him sometimes when he was a kid. While he was in bed, furry gray “things” would gather around the edges of the bed, and tug at him, taking him away. (Neither of us remember where we went.)

I asked him if they reminded him in a way, of wolves; he said yes. Small nasty little wolf puppet, or stuffed animal-toy beings. He had never heard my story before.

Another Synchronicty between us. When faced with all these parallel experiences, going back deep into childhood, I find that I can’t ignore things like karma, or metaphysical connections, or reincarnation, or. . . something. I’m not sure what it means, but to say it doesn’t mean anything is supremely incorrect.

The Wolf as Totem

I refer to these nasty little beings as “wolves” yet they didn’t hold the wolf spirit. In fact, the wolf is my totem, and the Wolf Clan is one of the clans of the Lenepe, my grandfather’s tribe. (So I’m told.) I’ve had amazing dreams of wolves; often in connection with white wolves and teachers. I call upon Wolf often and he is my friend and guide.

But at the time, a child unfamiliar with the gift of Wolf and all its meanings, I tended to think of these persistent unpleasant creatures as wolves.

Puppet Symbology and Invisibility

It’s interesting that I thought of these beings as puppets; that is, puppets without any people operating them. They were just empty moving “skins.” They were footless, too, no legs. A screen memory, a false impression to cover whatever was “really” there? Puppet implies that something else is behind it; that the puppet isn’t doing the thing, the person operating the puppet is in control. Whatever was behind the wolf puppets was not revealed. Or, remembered.

Invisible Aliens

In looking back over a lot of what I’ve written about aliens and odd experiences, I realize I use the term “invisible alien” a lot. I don’t recall what they looked like, these beings that came to float me out doors at night. I don’t remember parts of UFO sightings I’ve had; missing time. Whether these are connected or not I don’t know.

There are many layers to these kind of experiences, and I suspect symbols replace symbols that replace yet other symbols, all to make us more comfortable, to protect us, — or us to protect ourselves — as we try to exist in the mundane world. Our journeys into the astral/other worlds remain submerged in our subconscious. It’s been so for a very long time, as has our need to go down and retrieve these memories. Retrieve the correct memories. With each “dive” into our subconscious, we move closer to some kind of understanding.

(for example, I wrote that I had to concentrate on the yellow light underneath the bedroom door. I told my mother about these experiences, and she insisted that there was never a light on in the hall after we went to bed. I asked her, then, what light was it that I was seeing? she had no idea.)

Was my memory of the light a true one of the hall light, and it is my mother that is incorrect? Or is my mother right, and my memory of the hall light a cover memory for a very different kind of light, from a very different source?

I wonder if I’ll ever know.

 

Feeling Snarky: UFO Whiner-Pundits

 

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Being snarky. A popular blog that some think highly of — why, I have no idea — has gone covert. After a few posts about the lack of comments left by visitors to this blog, which is known for snarky-ness, outright insults, and pedantic arcane language that would put Shakespeare to sleep, the blogger (who I will not name, have refused to refer directly to this person by name for over ten years) has shut his blog off to the hoi polli. That’s you and me by the way. Great unwashed masses of illiterate saucer heads. That’s us, my friend.

UFO Land is a place full of contradictory crazy makers. Complaining about little “serious” UFO study, deciding what and who is “serious” and rejecting those who don’t fit one’s personal agenda. Then pulling a Robert Bigelow and shutting off public access.

I don’t care (oh I know, “then why are you writing about it Ms. Lee?” one could ask) but I find it amusing, frustrating, and hypocritical all at once. The blog always annoyed the hell out of me anyway. But I’m in a bit of a mood right now and get fed up with know it alls who get away with bullying in this field. Actions like that validate my original thoughts regarding that this pundit is to laugh, after all.

 

South Hills, Eugene OR Chevron UFO

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Chevron UFO, South Hills Eugene, OR, ink, charcoal and marker on paper

Around 1989. Husband was driving, mother-in-law and myself in the car. We were in the south hills in Eugene, Oregon, on our way to my husband’s cousin’s house for dinner. (We were about half a mile from the house.) It was getting on dark but still light. “Dusk.” We all saw it at once, pulled over a bit and stopped to looks. Way down below us was a huge chevron shaped UFO (for lack of a better term) with large brilliant white lights all around the triangle, or boomerang shaped object.

We asked each other: “What is that?” and watched it for a couple of minutes. It seemed to be slowly turning in place. We all agreed it was strange. Not a blimp, plane, etc. Nothing like any of us had seen. My mother-in-law was a pretty practical and skeptical person, and she was at a loss for words.

Whatever it was, who knows. Although this area of Lane County is known as a mini-hot-spot for UfOs, and, in fact, there was another incident at my husband’s cousin’s house involving a UFO and a related psychic episode.

So, who knows.

Another UFO sighting in Eugene.

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