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Virus Presents its Reptilian Head

Subconscious global virus fears have seeped in.

I had a dream that I thought was real, then realized at some point I was dreaming. Until, in the dream, I was explaining the dream to my husband — complete with a physical demonstration — thinking that that was real, until, I realized I was still dreaming. Layers upon layers.

I hear sounds of animals  (I assume they are animals, cats maybe, raccoons) fighting in the yard next door. Abruptly, the sounds stop, and I hear just one sound: the crunching of leaves and gravel as a seven-foot, bi-pedal creature walks into our backyard. 

I don’t know how I know the creature is seven feet tall, but I do. The nature of dreams. This creature is somewhat reptilian-is. Highly intelligent, and nasty. This thing claws at our bedroom window,trying to get in. I’m terrified. Try to wake up my husband but he’s out. All this time, I think this is really happening. Not a dream.

I hear the creature walking around to our other bedroom window. I get out of bed, pound the walls with my fist and shout “GO AWAY!!! GO AWAY!!! WE DO NOT WANT YOU HERE!!!” 

There’s a moment where I am frightened because I know. — I can see it in my mind — that it’s thinking. Deciding whether to burst in or leave.

reptiliancover.jpg It leaves.

Later, I am explaining this dream to my husband. I show h

im how the creature walked, using my fingers to walk across the table. (As if he doesn’t know a bi-pedal creature would walk.) I think: thank god that dream nightmare is over.

Then I realize I’m still dreaming.

Like most of us, I assume, the coronavirus has shifted things within in a deep way. I’m confused, operating in a state of surreal acceptance. I want to be safe and responsible but  am not sure what to do at times. I know what not to do – – I’m not an idiot. Am I scared? Yes, sometimes. I don’t want to feed into it. I’m not hoarding toilet paper for instance.

So the fears and anxiety, the uncertainty, is always there.

 

And I know I am setting myself up for the wrath of logical intelligent fellow saucer heads, Forteans and the like to be flung at me  but I can’t help there is more behind this. Much more, including conspiracy and manipulations and even the interaction with an other.

But none of that really matters. Because this is here, it’s real, and it’s affecting all of us at all levels of our existence. Children at home, unsupervised, people out of work wondering how they’re going to pay their bills, . . . the fallout is immense.

My little dream, exposing layers of reality (I’m dreaming, I’m awake, it’s real, oh, I’m still dreaming) presenting a Reptilian Alien monster as an unwelcome and nasty intruder. It did go away however when I confronted it. So maybe this dream was a reminder that I am responsible for myself and to calm down. Not to be cavalier about things, but, find that balance between acceptance of this new reality while remaining sane.

 

 

Virus Haiku

tuna, beans, pasta, rice

coffee, peanut butter

tp: we’re set

 

 

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empty shelves

global virus

living the sci-fi

 

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hoarding the t.p.

wiping away the crap

anxiety wins

 

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snake, bat

Reptilian conspiracy

anxiety looms

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coast get-away

plans cancelled

pandemic

 

 

 

 

haiku by regan lee march 2020

from Rabbit Hole collection volume 1

Angel Travel Guide; The Quabies and USA

Two nights in a row. Angel  (I call it/him an angel for ease, but spirit guide, dream guide, anyway, a very strong and recurrent dream presence) that occasionally  appears in my dream. He often appears as tall; around six feet, six inches. Wearing a white suit or clothing. On the thin side. Nothing sexual at all, but when he’s near, I feel fantastic.

In the following two dreams, this angel guide was near invisible. His presence was felt, and he was there, but couldn’t quite see him. And he was giant. Twenty feel tall, and above us.

The first dream was almost comical; it was as if I was in a Nick Cage conspiracy movie. My guide was showing me — taking me —  to Egypt. Telling me about the history, the pre-history, including Egyptian magick. The strong message as that this is important and I better learn it. The dream concluded with summations on how the United States was created based on this ancient Egyptian history, and, most importantly I was told, that the current Egypt and citizens are not the “real” ones. I don’t know what that means, it was just part of the dream.

The next night, another dream with David the angel travel guide. I’m with a small group of people. We’re taken to sites on the earth that exist, but, only a few humans throughout history have seen these places, and very few know these places exist. We’re shown an astounding lake, so beautiful! Amazing color, such clear blues and greens

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The water is transparent and I see a thick, tall tree trunk. As I look I realize it’s a totem pole. But part of the pole — all underwater — is just plain, not painted. The trunk, orpole, extends beyond the surface of the water and goes up into the sky about a hundred feet. It’s painted again, totem pole. I have never imagined a totem pole to be so huge. 

Then these creatures appear, waddling across the shore. We’re told they are called ‘Qaubies.’ They look like tater tots! Very large tater tots. About the size of two bed pillows sewn together. They barely have faces; just the impression of a nose, eyes, mouth. They are not animals, certainly not human, but not aliens either. They are not dangerous, if anything, benevolent. Once again, our guide tells us that this is very important. What we’ve seen, what we’ve learned.

We’ve also taken to see animals that are hybrids but instead of a horror like a Dr. Moreau, these animals are happy, gentle, they are what they are they are not the creations of a sick scientist, they are their own creatures.

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Going For It: Hypnosis

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Decades after our Orange Orb sighting, I’ve decided to go through regression, or hypnosis, to try and recover the missing parts of that event.

I’ve been in contact with someone locally who does this kind of work. It will be a few weeks until we even get started — she is booked out, and I am recovering from an extremely bad case of pneumonia. (Have never been this sick in my life.). I’m not sure how it works out with insurance and cost, but it’s a commitment I’ve made to myself.

My spouse, who was with me at the time of the sighting, is still on the fence about his own regression, but he is supportive of whatever I decide to do.

I realize it all may turn out to be nothing! That is almost as scary as finding out aliens were involved. What if it turns out I simply saw a big ol’ plasma ball that was no big deal, and we had missing time and weird dreams because we were just forgetful, impressionable people? Big Fortean egg on the face.  But then again, that doesn’t change all the weirdness that went before — decades before — or, after.

We shall see.

Was I There?

Husband writing his novel, which includes when we first met. Discussions follow. After forty plus years of marriage, memories. . .

Synchronicity, or maybe just plain old nostalgia, but this weekend is our forty-third anniversary.

And I’m writing, on my own stuff, paranormal and not.

So we’re listening to old Donovan (do not underestimate him) on vinyl, of course, and things came to my mind. Like the following poem:

 

He was there

before we knew each other

was I?

I have a memory , some

might call it a screen memory, or

cover

when we met, we sat in his Fiat

talking poetry, dreams, UFOs

was I there?

I remember him, Donovan

Hollywood Bowl, on a carpet

white shirt

was I there?

Later, dreams, missing time

Where were we?

Was I there?

Back in 2011, when I was writing for Tim Binnall’s site, I wrote the following:

Donovan in Concert at the Hollywood Bowl … Maybe

Memory and UFOs. Missing time. Conscious recall of astounding events. These memories affect the UFO witness, contactee and abductee in profound ways. The memories are vivid, full of emotional and spiritual import that brings life long changes to the experiencer.

Even missing time – which is no memory – is a sort of memory. You know you don’t remember; you remember that something strange happened before, and something strange followed, but what happened in-between? During that in-between state, something happened, something involving you. The memory of those moments exist, somewhere, outside yourself. Forever frustrating, until recalled. But at that point, can we trust the process that brought us to that moment of recollection? Do we just think we remember? How much of those memories are real? All, some, none?

I have a few memories that don’t involve UFOs or really, anything particularity high strangeness or paranormal and yet… there’s a nagging feeling with this category of memory that UFOs were on the edges of these events. Events that I can’t fully recall. They share some similarities with missing time.

For years I’ve had a vague memory of attending a Donovan concert at the Hollywood Bowl in 1969. I have a vivid memory of seeing him on stage. I remember standing up on a little rise, the night air around me, seeing him and hearing him. I don’t recall being with anyone, if I was, I don’t remember who I was with. And yet, I don’t remember anything else at all. Not going to the concert, who I went with, anything about the concert itself, or anything afterwards. I don’t know how I got there. I don’t remember anything. I’m not sure I was there. But I think I might have been.

Curious to know if Donovan ever did play the Hollywood Bowl in 1969, I found proof that he did on the delightful The Go-Go’s Notebook blog. He did play there in 1969. No way to prove if I had been there, but at least we know he was.

There’s no one I could ask about this; my father, who I was living with at the time, has since passed away. He’d be the only one who might know. I was pretty left on my own back then, so adults or others who might know if I had gone wouldn’t necessarily know. It wouldn’t have been unusual for me to attend a concert at the Hollywood Bowl, where I’d seen may concerts, or other places.

It bothers me of course, not knowing if something really happened or not. At least in the context of UFOs, there’s a “Well, that explains it” context. Missing time, not being able to remember, while seeing a UFO, all adds up to the strange. It’s strange to begin with.

I don’t have any memories of UFO experiences when I was a teenager, except for one other memory related event. A few years ago I was meditating, and looking at a landscape I had painted of Santa Cruz. My mind wandered to a night in Santa Cruz by a river. My father and some family members were camping; in that meditative state I could vidily remember the smell of the water as well as the sounds, the cold air…and in the painting/memory, a stationary “star” began to move, zooming in towards us. I have a lucid moment, saying to myself “That didn’t happen when we were there!” I heard a voice outside of myself, speak to me inside my head that I “knew it was a UFO and I had better stop playing games” with myself about the reality of that memory. Then I was jolted back to the reality of my bedroom, the painting, and current time.

Was this memory of attending a Donovan concert related to this Santa Cruz event? Cover memories and games with time, and, location? As weird as this hazy memory realm is, it isn’t unheard of or unusual with UFO witnesses. Whitley Streiber is among witnesses who’ve shared their experiences of almost dreamlike memories that were not dreams, yet… some shadowy thing has happened to distance the witness from the event. Why?

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Jim (my spouse of these many decades) and I have had many paranormal and UFO experiences; separate, in our childhoods, before we knew each other, as well as during our relationship. One example: the orange orb sighting, with missing time.

 

Outer Space Micro Poetry

Haiku, senryu, micro poems. A couple I think I’ve posted here before — most are new.

 

the air is full 

of unheard

noise

_______________________________________________

a dark blue realm

translucent

but unreachable

 

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_______________________________________________

some say missing time

is the mental state unhinged

and some know better

_______________________________________________

 

she didn’t believe

such things could be happening

brilliant orange orbs

 

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_______________________________________________

dusk

enchanted ,though uneasy 

we watch the sliver sphere

shooting beams of light

above the pasture

_______________________________________________

we argue

comparing memories

of missing time

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poems by regan lee

2019, oregon

The DEVIL and Raggedy Ann

 

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Watching Beyond the Unknown, and wonder why, once again, The Devil major arcana tarot card is used to denote evil  eeeeeville. Haunted doll, the cause of negative and fatal energies, causes death, ends its days locked up in a cabinet in the Warren’s Occult Museum. For some reason, there is the Devil card tacked up on the cabinet that holds this cursed doll.

 

I have no doubt an object can hold negative energy; be haunted and cause all kinds of havoc. Misunderstanding and misinterpreting the use and meaning of the tarot, including The Devil devilcard.jpg card, is a lazy trope used in our culture.

 

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.

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