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Mary as Trickster

 

 

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I wrote this for UFO Digest some years ago; it seems to have disappeared from the UFO Digest site. Here it is: Mary as Trickster, my speculations on BVM apparitions not always appearing to be what they seem to be.

 

Speculation on Mary as Trickster

An American professor is describing his atheism to a Mexican who is attempting to understand his faith. Suddenly there is a gleam of understanding in the eyes of the senora. 

“We know that you do not believe in Jesus,” she said with a look of sympathy, “but surely you must believe in the Virgin of Guadalupe!” ~ [Virgin of Guadalupe Goddess of the Americas, Patrice Wynne]

There aren’t many female aspects of the Trickster. But I wonder if Marian apparitions can’t be considered a female version of Trickster manifestation.

If we accept that Marian apparitions are a paranormal/anomalous (and not religious) phenomena, and often within the context of UFOs, and that the Trickster is an innate part of paranormal, UFO phenomena, then it isn’t too outlandish to consider the symbol of the “Virgin” Mary as a Trickster.

Demetria Martinez, in a short piece on her relation to the image of the Virgin of Guadalupe, considers Mary a “sacred Trickster”: Guadalupe, that sacred trickster who faithful to her Aztec predecessor appeared on the hill where Tonantzin, the corn goddess, was worshipped by Nahuatl-speaking people ~ [Martinez]

I’ve often been struck by the irony of the Catholic Church cracking down on both those church members who believe appearances of Mary is a part of their religious experience, as well as the Marian Apparitional phenomena itself.

It’s clear there is an entire political agenda present in the church’s stance on maintain power in contrast to the appearances of a deity that seems, whether intentionally or as a by product, to mock the church’s position. 

In this way, these apparitions of Mary could be seen as a manifestation of Trickster.

She shares other characteristics with Trickster: 

  •  She appears outside of, and regardless of, the church’s official, authoritarian position.
  •  She appears within the context of paranormal, supernatural, and or UFOlogical phenomena.
  • Her messages are often contrary to what is currently presented by the church.
  •  She continues to appear, despite the efforts of authority to quench those appearances.
  •  The phenomena invites debate, stirs up trouble, and creates divisions among Catholics, the religious, the spiritual and the non-religious or spiritual alike. From church goer to UFO researcher, all groups engage in controversial and opposing discussions about her appearances. Science enters the fray; more debate.
  •  Often Marian apparitions occur on sacred ground or in places where previous supernatural, anomalous appearances have taken place.
  •  The messages of Mary are often urges to reject the church’s official line. Trickster laughs at authority, usurps it, mocks it.
  •  People continue to follow their beliefs, curiosity, and remain true to their personal experiences in terms of Marian apparitions by visiting her shrines, creating groups, communicating with others who share similar views, often in defiance of church mandate.
  •  At times, the church has gone so far as to get the law involved in shutting down pilgrimages, etc. Here the authority cracks down on the anomalous; even, in typical Trickster like irony, that authority is itself anomalous.
  • Paranormal phenomena has occurred in many MAs, (Marian Apparitions) : rosaries turning gold or silver, aerial phenomena, dramatic weather events, the strong scent of roses, etc. These can be compared to various “stunts” performed by UFO occupants, in an anomalous, paranormal context. 
  • Even the symbology of Mary herself, often thought of as only a Catholic icon, is Trickster like.

Mary was not a “virgin” in the strict sense in Jewish and other traditions; Mary, a Jew, was mother to Jesus Christ, another Jew.

Her pregnancy is a mystery; occurring because of a “visitation” of an angel. If these events were placed in a UFO/alien/paranormal context, the presence of the Trickster is apparent.

The Trickster is a joker. From the spiritual aspects of marian apparitions; Guadalupe, Medajorgie, Lourdes, etc. to the pop culture circus like appearances of the Blessed Mother on window panes, trees and tortillas, we see the extremes and contradictions of Trickster.

From the divine (appearing on holy sites) to the ridiculous (appearing on bread, tortillas and oily window panes) the Trickster holds up the image of Mary to all of the folk, while thumbing its nose at the approval of the church, as well as society.

Mary as Political Icon

The Virgin of Guadalupe is a political symbol, not just a religious icon. Her image appears on t-shirts, candles, all kinds of mundane objects.

People put her image on their cars. Keys hang from plastic encased images of the Virgin of Guadalupe, her image is stuck to the front of refrigerators. Other Marys appear in these ways as well. Even non-Catholics, like myself, have taken on her iconography to

represent an oppositional stance towards the institutionalization of spiritually.

Though raised in that tradition and baptized and growing up in part in Hispanic culture, I also come from a Jewish background: you can’t get more inverse than that!

In these ways, we can look at Marian Apparitions as an aspect of the Trickster, and consider the symbol of Mary in all her manifestations as both a feminine and divine side to the Trickster.

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Astral – Synch: Wingless Winged Woman

 

I call upon a deity : the winged woman. I ask her for her help.  A couple of days go by, Jim and I are talking in the living room, and a woman strolls right on by. Where did she come from? Long dark hair, causcasin, maybe early 40s. Tall, almost six feet.

She’s the personisfication of the winged woman. She is the Winged Woman. Except, she does not fly, and exhibits no wings.

I am surprised to see her, to know that she appeared.  Her response:  “Well you called  me didn’t you? Here I am.” Clearly she thinks I am one silly human.

At first she is nice, seems harmless. Tells me she is here to help.

Night, we’re outside. .She seems even  taller now. Almost seven feet. She sort of sits curled up on a little pedestal (fire hydrant?) and her vibe seems different. A little more calculating.  Still no wings. But she is definitely “the Winged Woman.” Whoever, whatever, that is. I don’t like her. I’m sorry I every called upon her.

Now we’re back in the living room. I smell something burnig. I look up, on top of our tall bookcase are boxes covered in paper with little birds in them. Baby birds. She set the birds on fire! I can hear them squeaking and sqawking. It’s horrible! I take down the boxes, try to save them. The winged/wingless woman is outside, smiling a nasty smug smile. Tells me she’ll save the birds if I do what she says. When I try to protest she tells me  that “this is what happens when you call upon beings and aren’t sure what you’re doing.”

That last line: “This is what happens when you call upon beings and aren’t sure what you’re doing” is certainly a truism. Be careful of what you wish for. Indeed.

Earlier that day, I was thinking, for some reason, about the winged woman sighting in Vietnam. And then dozed off in my garden and awoke to the awful sounds of crows and jays fighting; the crows attacked the baby jays in the apple tree. Poor babies. I know, circle of life.  Also, lots of packing at work due to classroom moves. And I have a recurring theme of birds; long forgotten birds in cages, boxes, still alive, waiting patiently, and I’m always amazed they’re still alive.

Today, saw this item on the Anomalist: The Frightening Supernatural Story of the Black Bird of Chernobyl.

“According to the legend, rumours went through the ranks of Chernobyl, that five employees had seen a large, dark headless creature with gigantic wings and fire red eyes. Chernobyl employees began sharing strangely similar experiences, some had horrifying nightmares, while others received threatening phone calls,” Maxwell said.

“The second account I’ve heard of this story comes from 2007 which says that people in and around the power plant began to experience a series of strange events revolving around sightings of a mysterious creature — also described as a large dark and mutated creature with large wings and piercing red eyes.

“People affected by the phenomena also experienced nightmares and had first-hand encounters with the winged beast.

1969, Vietnam: Earl Morrison saw, along with his fellow soldiers, a winged woman. The following is from an item by Nick Redfern at Mysterious Universe:

“We watched her go straight over the top of us, and she still didn’t make any noise flapping her wings. She blotted out the moon once – that’s how close she was to us. And dark – looked like pitch black then, but we could still define her because she just glowed. Real bright like. And she started going past us straight towards our encampment. As we watched her – she had got about 10 feet or so away from us – we started hearing her wings flap. And it sounded, you know, like regular wings flapping. And she just started flying off and we watched her for quite a while.” [The Glowing  Winged Woman of Vietnam, Nick Redfern at Mysterious Universe.]vintagewingedfemale.jpg

Cheeto-in-Charge on UFOs

. Recently George Stephanopoulos asked the POTUS if  he “had heard of any reports of extraterrestrial life:” Cheeto-in-Charge responded thusly:

“I think our great pilots would know,” he said. “And some of them see things a little bit different from the past. We’re watching, and you’ll be the first to know.”

More here. 

Really, nothing to say here about this. I mean . . . we just can’t . . . it simply is too damn crazy.

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Synchronicities, China, Dreams . . .

If this keeps up I’m going to have to start a dream journal-blog. (No, don’t do it! Too many already!)

Lately my dreaming mind has been roiling with the supernatural. See my two  previous posts.

Last night:

I’m in telepathic communication with a young man (late twenties or so) who is Egyptian, or maybe Syrian . . . at first, our communication is telepathic, then we move on to face to face time via computer, like Skype. I am a famous medium-psychic-past life regressor. I am telling this young man all about his past lives. He is very interested, very surprised. 

I’ve written a book. A big book, about things paranormal and supernatural. I’m standing in the desert (where the young man lives?) with a few other people. I’m holding a silver wand/staff object. I’m telling these people something about the original book, the manuscript or porto-type book, holds some very powerful and unique information, as well as little objects, that if China gets ahold of it, it’s the end for all of us. The END. Really, really bad. 

China gets ahold of the book somehow. So we go to China, have to sneak around, pretend we’re not interested in the book. Armed police, guards, everywhere. Everywhere. Cameras, microphones. We steal the book, somehow. We’re chased. It’s bad. We get away with the book.

Woke up this morning to read about the million or so protesters in Hong Kong protesting

China’s latest fascist doings:

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HONG KONG — Hundreds of thousands protested in Hong Kong on Sunday against a government plan that would allow extraditions to mainland China.

The mass demonstration was among the largest in Hong Kong’s history, and another sign of rising fear and anger over the erosion of the civil liberties that have long set the semiautonomous city apart from the Chinese mainland.

Also read an item in the paper about a Richland, Washington state high school that has the mushroom cloud as its logo! The school is “proud of the cloud!” they chant. Unbelievable. You can read more here  about this incredible lack of judgement, and a brave young woman from Japan who shared her feelings about this to the school.

Later this morning, a co-worker telling me about a film she watched over the weekend where, at the end, the atomic bomb goes off.

 

FBI and BIGFOOT

A link and a little cynicism on my Bigfoot blog Frame 352: The Stranger Side of Sasquatch.

Tell Me More About the Beeping Dear

Just read my post (see previous “My Mother’s . . . Abduction?”) to my spouse. He and I have had several weird UFO related experiences together, including missing time, as well as our own in childhood, before we ever met.

When I got to the part about my mother talking about “the beeping” and my own beeping sounds in my head, Jim says, casually, “I’ve had that beeping too.”

After forty plus years of marriage, you think you know it all.

So dear, tell me more about this beeping!

My Mother’s . . . Abduction?

Again I say, oh the dreaming mind. The other night, the dream was about Mothman. Last night, my mother.

This is difficult. My mother died four years ago. Her last few years were terrible; dementia. Kidney, heart failure. Not to mention the depression, the anger, the fear.  Since her death, I’ve had several dreams a month about her. My non-paranormal writing has included a lot about my mom. Tough childhood, for all of us. For her, when she was a girl, for us, when we were kids.

Why am I telling you all this? As a bit of background for the following dream. My mother and I would talk about these things; UFOs, Mot
hman(she had a theory about the Moon, Mothman, etc.) She saw a UFO once when I was a kid. I was the only one who believed her. In fact, I told her, she insisted, not to worry, since “They’ll be back. They always come back.” My mother was aware of my interest in this field, and always found it interesting. She never thought I was silly or lying for my interests. She knew better; she had her own UFO sighting, and a ghost encounter. When it came to these areas, she was open.

I don’t know what to make of the following dream. Why two worlds came together: the paranormal-UFO-non-human realm, the working-through-my-mother-issues realm.

My mother is in bed. She’s ill. Dementia has not gotten ahold of her yet, thankfully. But she knows she’s dying. We’re in the home I grew up in L.A. (the one where mom saw the UFO, the one where I’d have all those waiting for the aliens to come encounters.)

My mom is in good spirits, considering. She wants to tell me something. She asks me if I remember the time she went away for a few days, now and then, I say sure. She says she didn’t go where everyone thought — out of town, whatever — but that she was abducted. By “them.” Aliens, for lack of a better word. 

I am shocked, of course. Also terrified. Confused and not sure what I just heard. She then tells me about the “beeping.” Beeping sounds that would pop into her head before a visit from them, before an abduction took place. I tell her about how I hear that beeping too (true.) 

My mom has covered up these UFO-alien experiences her whole life. Missing time, encounters. I tell her of my own. As we’re talking, a huge wind comes through the bedroom, really, a mini tornado. It scares us but we manage to stay in place. Nothing is wrecked. It’s clear this “wind” was really some type of entity, intelligence and didn’t like us talking about these things. Sharing our mutual experiences. 

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I woke up feeling very odd about this dream. A little unnerved. Confused. Do I think my mother was ever really abducted? No, — I don’t even think I was ever abducted — but, well, something.

I don’t know what to do with this. Except put it out there. More data. Another angle of approach in our attempts to figure all this out. Which is all we can do, it seems. Share and explore. Which often includes the very personal. It’s scary and weird and one can be accused of oversharing. Well, okay.  True and fair. But sometimes if we withhold some things, we’re only keeping ourselves locked into our present state of Not Getting Anywhere.

Here are links to my other blog posts elsewhere — like on my Saucer Sightings blog — about my childhood memories, dreams and UFOs:

One Hell of a Dream about Aliens

The Synchronicity of Puppet Wolves

Mothman, by Thor: My Mothman blog

I’ve pretty much have stopped blogging on all my blogs on blogger, though I keep my paranormal Bigfoot blog: Frame 352, The Stranger Side of Sasquatch,
and my mothman blog: Mothman Flutterings Two. I’ve been trying to post everything here. But do over to Mothman Flutterings for a post about a mothy dream I had last night.vintage butterfly lady.jpg

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