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

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July 2019

Little Synchronicites

Little synchronicities lately, coming at me in waves. Most trivial — no great metaphysical awakening happening here.  At the same time, isn’t the fact the synchronicities happen at all pretty groovy in a cosmic joker kind of way?

Last night, thinking I’d like to hear Lady Ga Ga’s Bad Romance, and how come the station I listen to that plays that kind of music hasn’t been  playing it recently? I turn on the radio, tuned to that station and yes, you’re right, Bad Romance had just started.

Jim and talking last night about selling or donating our Honda. Wanda, as we named her years ago, has been sitting in our driveway for some time. We discussed selling her, how much, she barely runs, we have to take pics, etc. etc. Today, coming home from running errands, we find a little note on our door, urging us to call if we want to sell our Honda. The man was still on our block, he came to talk to us. Good deal!

Those are just two of many little synchronicities. Not sure what causes these, but some of it might be simply focusing and intent. I’ve been intentionally concentrating on gratitude and positive energy, as well as communicating with what I call my angels, though, who or what they actually are, who can say. I put out the call, I’m being answered.

I know that that last part will cause many to heave a sigh and shake their heads at my dippy hippy new age angle. But it is so. In UFO Land and related realms, honesty is crucial. And if sometimes that means exposing one’s vulnerable side, well, that’s the way it is.

Oddly Curious, But Not Enough Be Truly Odd

 

 

 

 

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The other night, a sound woke me up. I heard a fluttering sound. It was a very odd sound, because it was very loud. It sounded like a giant moth was in the room, or, right outside the window. (Our bedroom window was open.) Whatever was making this fluttering sound was one huge creature. Like man sized. The sound didn’t last very long; maybe ten seconds. Then the sound just abruptly stopped. I didn’t hear it again. I went back to sleep.

The next morning, Jim asked me if I heard that “weird sound” last night. I said “You mean the fluttering sound?” He said, “No, I didn’t hear that. But I heard this odd humming noise, very loud. Kept me up, lasted about twenty minutes.”

I didn’t hear that sound, just the fluttering.

We also woke up later than usual that morning. Slept right through. Normally, we’ll wake up a couple of times, look at the clock, say to ourselves “Hmmm, another hour to sleep” and go back to dreamtime. That morning, nothing. We were out.

Seems like nothing much, but some things nag at me in the context of the Fortean/UFO Land/Goblin Universe realm, and I just throw these little episodes on the data pile.

Area 51: Seriously, Are They Serious?

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Okay, who else here in UFO Land thinks the ‘storming of Area 51’ is not simply a stupid insane ridiculous ass-hat-clown-shoe-dumb-as-fuck-all idea, but an idea intentionally created by “them.” (You know,  “them” being the shadow government, cabal, global Reptilian Overlords. Those them.) 

I cannot accept the thought that a handful of nerdy saucer heads seriously got together and thought of this all on their own, thinking that such converging upon Area 51 would be a good idea, an action that will somehow force the hand of “them” to reveal to the rest of us Full Disclosure.

This whole silly idea had to have been the creation of good old fashioned dis-information agents. Old school, spy vs. spy, MIB on your doorstep, monkey wrench in the works stuff. Once the agencies did their job, the dupes happily followed. Those waiting for FD (full disclosure), those who naively think the government will ever come clean regarding UFOs and related topics, are eager to camp out at Area 51. Do they really think they’re doing something important?

I am always uneasy with false comparisons – – if you’re for animal rights, somehow that means you’re not for human rights. It’s a cheap and unfair accusation. But in this case, I think it’s fair. So much wrong in our country, led by the POTUS, that fried cheese head of a worm, and instead, some people are going to ‘make a stand’ at Area 51.

This of course will make the news all over the nation, the silly factor on the local news channel at the end of the broadcast. No one takes UFOs seriously anyway, not much, outside of us here in UFO Land. This whole Area 51 nonsense ensures that mainstream culture continues to think of interest in UFOs (if they’re thinking of them at all) as shallow and non-productive.

Two Dreamers, No Memories

 

 

dreamingpixabay.jpgDreams. An amazing, intriguing realm. Readers of this blog know my fascination with dreams.

So last night, I had an incredible dream. Profound, trippy, important. The feeling of the dream is still with me. So damn important! I know this for a fact. And yet, how can this be, since I don’t remember the dream itself? Fascinating.

Adding to the fascination factor, is what Jim told me this morning. That he, too, had an incredibly amazing important dream. He knows it was simply astounding. But, he can’t remember a thing about the dream itself.

“Maybe we met each other out there,” he said to me, when we talked about this.

Who knows. Could be.

Tim Beckley’s Podcast: Attack of the Orange Orbs

I was a guest. It was fun. Orange orbs, Marian apparitions, and Bigfoot.

Old Files: Don Worley in UFO Magazine (?), Shared Experiences

 

 

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I found this article by researcher Don Worley that I clipped from (I think) UFO Magazine.  (Strange World Abductees.) I neglected to label the article with date or source. The illustration is marked 1991 Richard Runnels, so possibly the article is from 1991. 

Worley’s article is a collection of experiences by UFO witnesses and abductees. 

One experience Worley relates  has echoes of things I’ve experienced. Abductee “Carol” age 62 at the time of the article, has had many encounters. An early encounter in 1931 in Indiana:

“…a big black dirigible-shaped craft slowly floated over their home. Beneath it was a big hook hanging from a rope or chain.”

The object “slowly moved out of sight” above their roof.

 

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The following is a blog post from my Saucer Sightings blog (now defunct, but you can still read it on-line):

A recurring dream I had as a young child. Timeframe 1959, early 1960s. Los Angeles, California.  I had lots of dreams connected to alien, non-human beings, which included being floated out through walls and doors and placed in a large tree at night. There I’d sit/wait/watch the starry night sky…

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One recurring dream motif I remember has me standing outside, at night, on our block. Usually at the corner (near that large tree, that was easily three or four stories tall) which was at the corner. The tree belonged to our neighbor; we were the second house down from the corner. Waiting, outside, at night, sometimes I was with others, usually children. And up in the sky, not much higher than that tree, came the “ship.” Sometimes it was a giant basket, like the ones seen with hot air balloons. But no giant balloon; just the basket and something above that, like a dome thing, some kind of machine. Other times, instead of a basket, it was an over sized bathtub. Inside the baskets, or bathtubs, were one or two people, adults, in uniforms.

I had this dream many times. Always the same: at night, alone or sometimes with others, mainly children, in front of, or near, our house. Waiting. Waiting for what I thought of as my friends — these people in uniforms, in their floating bathtubs or baskets, were always pleased to see us. They took us away on purpose. This was a regular thing.

 

Another experience Carol had when she was eight concerns “an enormous hawk” :

…what seemed to be an enormous hawk soared in and landed unnaturally close to her in the pasture. Thisof course is contrary to the natural instincts of a hawk. She stood there looking at it and remembers nothing more. She doesn’t remember walking back to the house or the hawk flying away. [Worley]

I had an experience when I was very young; I must have been about three or four. This also appeared on my Saucer Sightings blog:

 

The Open Ceiling and The Eagle:

Category:Childhood Memory, dreams, animals

Location: Los Angeles, California

Date: approximately 1958

There was a silver suited alien on the patio at this house on Corning Street, . . but before that:

Before that, . . . I’m lying on my back in bed. I remember this as vividly as if it happened this morning; I also remember this as a “dream” but it was so damn real, I told myself afterwards it was a dream, because it doesn’t make sense that it could be real.

I’m in bed, in the middle of the bed, which is huge, though in “reality” my childhood bed wasn’t huge. Flat on my back. I’m both excited — exhilarated — but also a bit scared, not understanding what’s going on. There’s some confusion; my father is here, and I don’t understand why. He doesn’t live with us and he wouldn’t be here at night. My father, mother and grandmother are standing in the doorway; they can’t come in for some reason. They’re watching, but something prevents them from coming closer.  There’s a lot of activity, but I’m in the middle of my bed, which is huge,I’m kind of spread eagled, I can’t move. I have a sense of being tied up, but I don’t see anything that’s tying me, but something is preventing me from moving.I feel both fantastic and a little disoriented. Lots of bright, bright lights; everything is lit up so white. I look up at the ceiling, and it opens up, opening from the center, two halves moving back to expose the nighttime sky, which is beautiful, full of inky blue and shimmering stars. I think this is a pretty neat trick. A giant eagle flies down from above; the eagle is so large, it fills the sky, fills the open ceiling. It comes down straight at me. I don’t like this too much. I’m not exactly frightened, but it’s not comfortable. The eagle takes me up into a silver disk type thing. That’s all I remember…

One last account from the article, involving a “red-orange” object Carol saw in 1964:

…Carol had dressed to go to a social function. Suddenly, a. large brilliant red-orange object began to hover across the street casting an eerie glow over everything. The neighbors and Carol’s daughter became very excited: however, they would still not believe Carol’s story – and refused to look at the object. [Worley]

Worley doesn’t mention if the object was an orb shaped UFO or not. The orange orb I saw in the early 1980s was large, though I don’t recall it casting a glow — just lit from within. If the object Carol saw was an orb, this is record of an early orange orb, and a large one at that.

MUFON Report: Silver Orb

MUFON has a witness account of an orb — silver, not orange — that seemed to be aware of the witness:

I had a feeling that it was watching me and left because I noticed it. [MUFON ]

The orb in the above sighting was described as a “metal orb.” My orange orb did not appear to be metal — I don’t know what it was, but it was lit up from within. It too seemed aware of our presence; seemed to be waiting for us, in fact, as well as responding to my thoughts.

The comments to the post on the MUFON site are interesting, including one from an Oregon witness. (We do have a lot of UFO sightings here!)  In an earlier comment, the same witness wrote:

You felt like you were being watched because you were. These are what I call I.G.D.s. (Intelligence. Gathering. Devices.) .   .   .    It was probably attracted by the power line. 

It is possible some orbs, as well as other craft, are attracted to power lines. The orb I saw was first seen nearby KVAL television station.

 

 

Encountering the Faeries in the 21st Century

via Encountering the Faeries in the 21st Century

The Blue Eyed Reporter

 

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About twenty years ago, I was contacted by a young man who said he was a reporter for a newspaper in the town over. He wanted to interview me about my UFO experiences, particularly  my orange orb sighting.

I was attending the University at the time, and had been busy interviewing people about their UFO encounters as part of my folklore studies.  Word got around. So I wasn’t too surprised that this reporter contacted me. But for some reason, I get a weird feeling that something was odd about the whole thing whenever I think back on this. Something a bit MIB like about the experience. 

We agreed to meet at a local Starbucks. He seemed very nice, polite. But also, a bit too … nerdy? Judgemental, I know. But too clean cut, too. . . just, out of place, almost, in his squeaky clean appearance. One thing I remember: his eyes. Round and shining blue. Very open to whatever I had to say, which was fine, but he kept asking questions. Questions. More questions. Of course that’s what he would do — it was an interview. But it just seemed a bit off, or something. One of those uneasy, nebulous feelings that doesn’t seem logical. Yet the uncomfortable thought that something was off lingers.

I never thought to ask him how he got a hold of me; how he got my contact info, etc. It could be I knew at one time; maybe he did mention how he found me. But I don’t recall.

He told me he was going to submit the interview to his editor, and let me know the status. I never heard from him. No such article appeared; his name never appeared anywhere, and, when I called the paper, they didn’t know who I was talking about.

Either a perfectly innocent encounter: young student (was he? not sure) who flaked out a bit, or got busy with other things, the newspaper simply rejected the article, things happen. Or, something a little stranger.

For years after the orange orb sighting, weird things did happen. Many more sightings. Synchronicities. Psychic experiences. Off the wall encounters  Over time, these experiences have lessened, but they still continue. 

(I recently mentioned to Tim Beckley on his podcast that I wonder if some of this slow down in the realm of the weird has to do with either age, or gender; post-menopausal, maybe? But then, what would be the reason for that? )

The point is, some memories related to UFO experiences contain an element of unease. A nagging feeling there is more, a something else, that escapes us. 

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