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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

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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,
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