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"The part we ignore…may contain the clue to the whole subject." ~ J. Allen Hynek

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Still Here

Don’t give up on Orange Orb over here. I’m still here. In fact, watching Ancient Aliens right now. Why I’m watching it; good question. I mean, oy. Let’s rehash Roswell-Area 51 blah blah for the elevenity hundredth time. I’m also (as I have been for years) baffled by the mix of good solid researchers (Dolan, Birnes, and yes, von Daniken) with sleazy MUFON types. And, aside from Linda Moulton Howe and a scant others, where are the women???????

 

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.

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.

The Writing Life: Haiku, Beats, and UFOs

Haven’t posted much lately. Not for lack of interest or the usual topsy turvy stuff in UFO Land. Plenty to write about there. (Like Tom DeLonge’s Academy to the Stars whatever. Oy.) (Speaking of, Peter Levenda, who I like, has been in cahoots with that whole mess. I don’t understand.)

I’ve been focusing on my non-paranormal UFO side: fiction. (Ha ha, I can hear some of you out there now: “Fiction?! Isn’t that what UFO Land is all about?”) Mainly, my Haiku Daddy-O page on Facebook (join if you like) and trying to self-publish some of my collections. One which is about the realm of the weird. It’s titled Orange Orb/Silver Sphere. I hope to have at least one chapbook up on Amazon soon.

For many years I tried to keep the two worlds separate; the UFO world and my creative writing world. But now, I’ve decided to just go where it all takes me.

Speaking of writing and creativity and one’s real UFO experiences, my husband is writing a novel, semi-autobiographical. Parts include when we first met and shared our UFO experiences. So in literature, “fiction,” the realm of the weird does have a place.

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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.

 

MUFON Comes to Eugene

Oregon MUFON has had meetings in Portland for a long time. This month they will have a meeting in Eugene; if attendance is good, they will continue with meetings in Eugene.

November 19, at the Market of Choice, 67 W 29th, 7 pm.

I will attend, despite my issues regarding MUFON. Hmm.

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

Alien Grey as The Chariot

 

Among my many blogs, is Orange Orb Tarot. One of many hats I wear: tarot reader. I posted the following at my tarot blog a year or so ago:

 

Another area of passion and interest of mine,  (see my blog OrangeOrbTarot) aside from the UFO, paranormal realm, is the tarot. I was searching for various decks, since I collect them as most readers do. I have several tarot and oracle decks and came across this image from the Bifrost tarot deck.

This is a Major Arcana card — specifically, The Chariot — from theBifrost tarot deck. There is a distinctive alien grey ET figure, floating in outer space, giving the peace sign.

According to the deck’s creator, the meaning of this Major Arcana card The Chariot is:

The Chariot of the information age is the mind.  This is symbolized by both the flying saucer behind the Roswell alien’s eyes and the magic carpet at his seat.  The blood in his grail and the strand of DNA show that no matter where he travels, he will always find himself. [Tarotsmith.net/bifrostTarot]

The flying saucer is in the place of the third eye. The location is specific: Roswell.  The alien is peace loving, since he/she/it/gender neutral alien is flashing the peace sign. And, the ET is on a magic flying carpet, floating out there in the starry void.

What to make of this?

Assumptions that ET, as ‘the grey’ is a good vibe, well meaning, peaceful hippie alien. All is groovy and cosmic, flying around on the magic carpet.

Traditional, The Chariot, Waite-Coleman-Rider deck

Traditionally, The Chariot is depcited as having stars above (hence the alien I suppose) which represents the influences of the stars in this card. There is also the crescent moon. The wings have to do with Hinduism — the Bifrost tarot interprets this image using the third eye.

There are actually a few tarot decks that use aliens  as symbols. I don’t know how I feel about using a deck with this image, for myself, it seems too strange. In one sense, accessing memories of UFO encounters as a sort of tarot card reading, in order to make sense out of what happened, is useful. I try to do this for myself at times. But I don’t know about integrating both. However, it’s not a judgement. Each of us uses whatever decks feel right at the time. I’ve had decks that I’ve used before passing them on to others, decks I don’t use for readings but appreciate for other reasons, and so on.

It would be interesting to do a study on readers who have also had UFO experiences using decks with alien motifs. What would that conjure up?

Flying Saucer Poetry

Saw  this link on UFO Updates on Facebook. From the Saucers That Time Forgot blog. People once upon a time did write flying saucer poetry! See, I’m not the only one.

 

 

 

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