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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!

 

 

Unsolicited Advice: New to U.F.O. / Paranormal/Cryptid Stuff?

Well, there’s Google. Go for it. No shame, and yes, you’ll find yourself tumbling  down the rabbit hole, but, we all find ourselves there at some point or another. So just know that will happen.

Remember books? Library, bookstores, used and new. Problem is, often libraries have scant and skewed selections. For the most part, libraries don’t take such things seriously. And bookstores — the chain ones — are more about popular topics that sell, than offering books on the meat of the matter. Used bookstores are often better, simply depending on the opinions of the owner. I’ve found some great books in second hand bookstores.  Just depends.

Library sales, that’s another source, as Goodwill and other thrift stores. You have to look in all kinds of categories. St. Vinnie’s, at least in my area, really does a good job of placing books according to genre. Goodwill, not so much. Look in not only “paranormal” sections but science, religion, folklore…

eBay, Amazon, and Etsy. You never know.

Don’t give up.

And of course there’s social media, like Facebook, Twitter, etc. Search, lurk, read, ask. Don’t be afraid to ask. Just develop a bit of a thick skin, because there are some know it alls who won’t hesitate for a moment to tell you what’s good, what’s bad, and if you don’t take their advice, you’re a moron.

Blogs. Blogs might be — I hear tell — going out of style, but I will not accept that. Then again, I am the Queen of the Fortean Blogosphere. I have so many blogs, I forget about some of them for awhile. (Most recent, my UFO-Mary blog on blogspot.com) But there is a lot of great info and art and personal narratives and book lists and history that you could easily spend a whole day pursuing such information.

Sure, I have my own list of books that a person new to the field should read. But, while of course I think it’s an important list, it’s just my opinion. Point is, read what you can, when you can, ask questions, don’t entertain trolls (they still exist, even though the 1990’s are over) and think for yourself. Make up your own. mind. And know that your mind will, hopefully, change many times along the way, as you gather more information.

The really only important point is this: staying stuck on a theory is death. Be willing to change, to morph, to evolve. Don’t be afraid to question. And be brave enough to ignore the trolls and debunkers who will try anything — anything — to shut you up if you decide to share your own experience.

Synchronicity

Is it Synchronicity when Synchronicity  happens the next morning after listening to Hellior director Karl Pfeiffer discuss synchronicity on Coast to Coast? After listening to the program the other night, this happened:

For the past coupe of days I’d been thinking of someone I know who is … a very interesting person. She will drop out of sight for months; this time I think it’s been close to a year since I’ve seen her.  Woke up this morning and found a card from her on my porch. The card was a painting of archangel Gabriel.

Woven into this little sych thread is what she wrote to me on the card: that she had recently found some “ancient Kabbalah texts” and based on that she has changed her name to ensure a more positive flow of energy into her life. 

Naturally, I’ve been binging Hellior, and, wow. Excellent production — all kinds of creative talent working together presenting a professional program.  Really brings you in. 

I like many things about Hellior, but one of them is Dana Newkirk’s perspective, including using the tarot to get some insight into where the team is. I like her interpretation of the cards. Everyone has their own style; I like Dana’s basic, this is it style. No foo foo stuff.

Cheeto and the Mothman

 

 

reganleemothman.jpeg      Saw this on the Coast to Coast site; tRUMP retweeted a tweet concerning Mothman. Oh, this just gets more surreal by the moment, doesn’t it?

 

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.

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

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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