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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

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a dark blue realm

translucent

but unreachable

 

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some say missing time

is the mental state unhinged

and some know better

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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

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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.

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:

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Bigfoot Carries Away Bear

Didn’t See Sasquatch, Yet

 

 

 

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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Bubble Orbs and Dream Messages

August 15, 2019, Yachats, Oregon

As usual, looking up at the night sky for UFOs, — the daytime sky as well. Lots of UFO and Sasquatch activity on the Oregon coast and coastal range. But other than that, I wasn’t thinking of UFOs in particular. Hadn’t even been on-line because the wi fi is so iffy on the coast, and I  wasn’t reading any UFO books. (although I did have many with me, as well as notes on various UFO expereinces. My go to take along when I travel. Still, I hadn’t even looked at any of my notes or books.) The dream I had last night was just so damn intense. Interesting how the emotional  impact of a dream takes on such importance, no matter the subject or actions in the dream.

And, before this: I was having trouble sleeping. Not sure why. Mini migraines past two days and that’s unusual, I don’t get those on the coast. Had my sleep mask on. Felt something small get up on the bed; felt the pressure. It was definitely a small creature; it  kneaded the bed by my side a little and settled in.  At first I thought the movement  was from an earthquake. Or, that an animal had come through the open window, which of course makes no sense. (We were on the second floor.)  Then I got it: my cat had visited me. We left him at home and I was thinking of him, he hates it when we leave. Mango had sent me a ‘I miss you” message.

 

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UFO Music in a bubble

This dream was very intense. Throughout the dream was clear and strong message that I must remember this.

I’m standing in front of a large window. Black as black night sky. No stars. I hear music, but it’s not coming from where you’d think. Meaning, when we hear something, regardless of the kind of sound, it sounds. . . ‘normal’ it’s coming from somewhere. The sound might be odd, but the fact you can hear it isn’t. Hard to explain. But this sound, wasn’t in my head, and wasn’t from out there. It was from. . . another dimension. Inside a bubble  The best I can explain this is the sound I have heard in a few hauntings. Voices, EVPs, laughter, very clear, but not from . . . here. Not in my head, not from, say, the other room. But from another place. Another space. 

The music  I heard was classical, very nice. But not from here. Then white letters appear on this window, against the black sky. The dream itself is almost in black and white. Sentences  appear; “UFO. are REAL” and all kinds of other statements about the reality of UFOs. For emphasis some of the words get larger and move closer towards me. They — the aliens — are clearly communicating with me. And they want me to tell others. I can’t see these aliens, but their ship is clearly outlined in this dark sky. A very large ship. The words keep coming. The music is a part of ‘them’ — and it’s clear. Aliens (or at least these aliens) come from, not from outer space or within the earth but another dimension right next to us. All around us, all the time, they’re here, in bubbles — that’s how they travel. They’re aware of us and wish we could be aware of them. Some of us are. Most are not. 

And then, further information: these “bubbles” are related to the orange orb I saw, as well as other orbs. The message I received was: “These orbs (including your orange orb) are a part of this. We are UFOs. We are here. We are aware of you.”

Then theses aliens tell me I have to get the word out, and to help me,

I told my husband about the dream as we were driving back from the coast into Eugene. I mentioned that the emotional intensity, the importance of the dream, goes beyond the content. He said “It sounds more like a communication than a dream.” I agree. 

Sometimes dreams are “just” dreams. Other times, they are truly more than that; messages from the astral. From spirit. From . . . more. 

An added note: I love listening to the ocean while I’m going to sleep. Both nights we were on the coast, I tried very hard to ignore other sounds: my own snoring, my husband’s snoring, traffic from the highway, the occasional barking dog, people returning to their cabins. That night, I had finally succeeded in tuning out everything except the ocean roar, and had more than one “mind post card” — the brilliant silver tops of the waves jumping into my mind’s eye. It was intense, sudden and magnificant.

 

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