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Alien Dreams: Tall Silvers

Alien Dreams: Silver Talls, Theme Boxes, White Dog

Past two nights I’ve been working on calling down UFOs. I have a friend who is very adept and knows her stuff regarding magick who has been successful with this — she’s shared some techniques with me. So far, no luck in seeing UFOs but I did have some interesting dreams both nights.

First dream: 

Well, all I remember is that the dream was very important and had to do with ships and non-human entities. Dream within a dream within a dream . . . woke up in the dream telling others I had to be sure to tell Jim about this dream because what I dreamt was very important! I woke up in the dream to realize I’d been dreaming then did it all over again. It had something to do with aliens but what, I don’t remember! Just that the message — whatever it was — was important, and not to forget. Of course, I do not remember at all, just that it was.

 

 

Second dream:

Jim and I and others, are in a beautiful setting. A nice large house in a wooded setting. A large man made pond, or lake, really. The aliens have been after us. Tall, reptilian types, nasty. I finally have enough and get the others to join me as we pick up hoses and start spraying water into the woods to get rid of the aliens. I look back at the pond/lake and see a large white dog splash into the water, headed towards me. He wants to join us. And after him, lots of other dogs following. I worry that the dogs will be hurt but give up on trying to shoo them away. After all, aliens. I go back to spraying water into the woods. Someone mentions that “this is like that movie, Signs, where the alien hates water” and I say “No it’s not. Nothing like it. The alien isn’t the same. This is real, this is different.”

Now those aliens are gone but others have come. These beings are near invisible, and silver. They morph in and out of visibility. Sort of like Predator. Liquid like silver, and very tall beings. They have left us here knowing we’re safe and happy but they will be back. They’re not malevolent but not completely warm and fuzzy either.

Meanwhile, inside one of the bedrooms, I call everyone in to look at what I’ve gathered. Some of the people are bored and don’t want to come. I insist. They gather around the bed, where I have several types of boxes. In each box are items related to a theme. One box is Beethoven; sheet music, paintings of Beethoven, CDs and LPs, some books about his life and music in general. 

Another box has some of my poetry as well as poetry and writing by others, art, etc.

One man in our group says he’s bored and doesn’t care about all this stuff. I tell him it’s not about us, what we want, but that the Silver aliens want to learn, want to communicate, and they’ll be back for all this. They know they don’t know and want to be able to learn about us, so they can share their culture with us. 

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!

 

 

Feeling Snarky: UFO Whiner-Pundits

 

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Being snarky. A popular blog that some think highly of — why, I have no idea — has gone covert. After a few posts about the lack of comments left by visitors to this blog, which is known for snarky-ness, outright insults, and pedantic arcane language that would put Shakespeare to sleep, the blogger (who I will not name, have refused to refer directly to this person by name for over ten years) has shut his blog off to the hoi polli. That’s you and me by the way. Great unwashed masses of illiterate saucer heads. That’s us, my friend.

UFO Land is a place full of contradictory crazy makers. Complaining about little “serious” UFO study, deciding what and who is “serious” and rejecting those who don’t fit one’s personal agenda. Then pulling a Robert Bigelow and shutting off public access.

I don’t care (oh I know, “then why are you writing about it Ms. Lee?” one could ask) but I find it amusing, frustrating, and hypocritical all at once. The blog always annoyed the hell out of me anyway. But I’m in a bit of a mood right now and get fed up with know it alls who get away with bullying in this field. Actions like that validate my original thoughts regarding that this pundit is to laugh, after all.

 

South Hills, Eugene OR Chevron UFO

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Chevron UFO, South Hills Eugene, OR, ink, charcoal and marker on paper

Around 1989. Husband was driving, mother-in-law and myself in the car. We were in the south hills in Eugene, Oregon, on our way to my husband’s cousin’s house for dinner. (We were about half a mile from the house.) It was getting on dark but still light. “Dusk.” We all saw it at once, pulled over a bit and stopped to looks. Way down below us was a huge chevron shaped UFO (for lack of a better term) with large brilliant white lights all around the triangle, or boomerang shaped object.

We asked each other: “What is that?” and watched it for a couple of minutes. It seemed to be slowly turning in place. We all agreed it was strange. Not a blimp, plane, etc. Nothing like any of us had seen. My mother-in-law was a pretty practical and skeptical person, and she was at a loss for words.

Whatever it was, who knows. Although this area of Lane County is known as a mini-hot-spot for UfOs, and, in fact, there was another incident at my husband’s cousin’s house involving a UFO and a related psychic episode.

So, who knows.

Another UFO sighting in Eugene.

Master Cylinder Heater Entity

One odd thing about this childhood home: whenever I think about it, which isn’t too often, I remember my bedroom as being on the second floor.

We didn’t have a second floor. It was a one story house.

I had a couple of strange memories from living in that house in L.A. (Bedford Dr.) and with both memories, I remember being on the second floor. One memory is of the “Master Cylinder Heater.” I was frightened to death, seeing this thing in my bedroom. It was very tall, robotic, gray and black and a bit of glowing red, with thin ribbon type things floating out from its sides. It was not a good thing.

Years later, when thinking of this, I naturally assumed it was a dream, mixed up with a heater either in my bedroom or somewhere in the house. I described this thing to my mother about ten years ago — she told me there was no such thing like that anywhere in the house.

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Master Cylinder-Heater Entity, Ink, charcoal on paper

I really need to redo this. The cylinder was wider, but still tall, and the ribbons or whatever they were were different colors, like pale greens and yellows and pinks, as well as black and gray.

I wrote about this encounter in my Trickster’s Realm column on Tim Binnall’s site, Binnall of America (BOA.):

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The Cylinder Alien Heater

I’ve been experimenting recently with intent in context of retrieving the vague parts of memories of various UFO events in my life. Two things that I keep coming back to is the idea of dreams and memories. “Dreams” that I only call dreams because we all know such things don’t really happen, yet I don’t recall any other dreams from childhood. Those have receded into the past. Only two have followed me into adulthood, bumping against my consciousness with persistence, insisting they did happen just as I thought — not dreamt. 

One such memory is of what I’ve always called the breathing radiator. Unlike the usual dream — where you know it’s a dream, no matter how weird — this, like a few others that fall in this category, is not a dream, but a solid and definite memory.

This memory of the breathing radiator is of a cylindrical heater, about six feet in height or so, dull silver colored in my bedroom. At the time, we lived on Bedford Street in Los Angeles, California, a few blocks from the house we moved to a couple years later and lived in until my mother sold it when I was in my twenties. (At that house I experienced all kinds of UFO experiences, as well as the house we lived in before the Bedford house. That house, on Corning Street, was just a few blocks away as well. It seems that neighborhood, near the West L.A., Culver City area, was an attractant for UFO activity.) I hated to go to sleep in the bedroom on Bedford because I knew that when the lights went out the silver thing would come for me. I remember night after night of watching this thing move across the room, towards my bed, telling me telepathically to be quiet.

I had always assumed this thing was a heater. The cylinder stood by itself; not in a wall or closet but out in the room. It had a grilled plate in the front, glowing lights, and colored ribbons that moved when the air from within came on. I recently asked my mother if there was anything like that in my room on Bedford, she told me she couldn’t remember but didn’t think so; she agreed it would have been an odd kind of thing to have in a bedroom.

I don’t associate this weird cylinder as having anything to do with UFOs but it’s always felt like it has. Like my childhood eagle “dream” and patio alien with the glowing red eyes, this memory of the cylinder entity was always in the box labeled in thick black letters: “UFO Stuff — You Know It!”

As anyone who’s experienced UFOs, Fortean or paranormal knows, synchronicity and the Trickster show up when we explore our esoteric experiences. Out of curiosity, I did a Google search for “Bedford street, Los Angeles, California” and the first item that came up was a real estate listing for the house I lived in as a child! There were a couple dozen photographs of the house, but, no silver cylinder “alien” radiator.

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A Little Bit of Mantis Synchronicity!

My previous post is about Stuart Davis, artist, musician, podcaster, and witness/experiencer to UFOs/aliens/entities. He’s about the astral, meditation, metaphysical. Davis has had encounters with the large praying mantis alien/being. And along with that, the smaller, usual kind, along with synchronicities that not only he has experienced, but friends of his. Once that rabbit hole gets you. . .

So I posted the previous post this morning, then went over to my Facebook page and saw a PM from a friend in the area who told me about her experience last night summing UFOs. She used Dr. Steven Greer’s technique. Unfamiliar with that technique, I Googled it. Didn’t find anything specific the first two links, but on Remote Viewing Magazine I found a post by … yes, “Monad Mantis.”

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Stuart Davis: Aliens and Artists

Stuart Davis was last night’s guest on Coast to Coast; George Knapp hosting. I had not heard of Davis before. A fantastic interview! Different, and yet . . . a lot of what was discussed seemed familiar.

Davis has had his own experiences in the metaphysical-high-strangeness-UFO realm, including encounters with Mantids (praying mantis entities.)  His encounters include many moments of synchronicity.

Aside from Davis’s experiences, he has apodcast: Aliens and Artists.   Davis explores the relationship between artists, UFO etc. expedites, and the creative expressions.

I really think this is one path to follow in order to get closer to some understanding of the phenomena.

One thing Davis talked about was that moment when we’re meditating, or relaxed, maybe going to sleep but still awake — those in between moments — and we are consciously (or, sometimes not so much) inviting non-human energies into our space. “They” seem to know when we are open, and vulnerable. I’ve had a few of these drop-in visitors while in this state.

One was very silly. I was doing an experiment with a friend of mine who has had a life long experience with UFOs, aliens, and all kinds of high strangeness episodes. Her children and spouse have as well. So for awhile, we were trying to send each other images. It didn’t work, not for either of us. But, what did pop into my mind was the typical gray, except he/she/it had a balloon type head. Very cartoonish. It was like the thing was laughing at me. It was very Trickster like; wouldn’t go away, kept coming back. The harder I tried to get rid of it the more it stuck around.

Now, I’m not suggesting this was literally a Balloon Clown Alien from Outer Space. Just that in my in betwixt and between state, with intent, energies morphed and appeared. They could have been from my subconscious: me thinking deep down this whole thing was silly and I shouldn’t try. Or, not. Or, something in between, a bit of this, a bit of that.

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Balloon Head Alien-Grey, colored pencil, ink on paper,

And then these travelers:

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Amethyst Third Eye Meditation and Travelers, pencil on paper

Where I was meditating with amethyst and focusing on my third eye. (I’ve had many psychic and entity episodes while using crystals as a conduit.)

And of course, my obsession with the Orange Orb — that UFO I and my spouse saw years ago. We also had missing time with that sighting.

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Orange Orbs, oil pastel on paper

This past March or April, right when the lockdown began because of the Corona virus, I suddenly began drawing “tall whites” and white, orange entities, sometimes emerging from orbs:

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Tall Whites, oil pastel on paper

Not exactly like the grays — which I’ve “seen” in various encounters – so I don’t know where these tall whites came from. Just playing around during the whole social isolation phase.

And so on. Many more: drawings from childhood memories, UFO sightings, random “mind postcards” like the green warty man/entity, a drawing I’ve been working on.

 

 

 

 

Orange Orb on Black

Nothing to report, just playing around with oil pastels on black paper, something I’ve been wanting to try for sometime. So here’s the latest version of the Orange Orb.

 

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Orange Orb on Lorane Highway, Eugene, Oregon 1980s

tRUMP on UFOs: “It’s Interesting.”

No it isn’t, not as far as our Cheese-toes in Chief believes. This is what I posted on Facebook in response to a post (by the delightful Peter Robbins) about tRUMP and his response to UFO disclosure, specifically Roswell:

He’s such a liar and good at covering up his own ignorance, that I don’t think he knows anything. Or, cares. He’s just saying that it’s “interesting” because he cannot admit that he doesn’t know anything. His ego won’t let him cop to being a skeptic or believer. So, it’s “interesting” He’ll use UFO disclosure only as far as it serves his own personal, warped agenda. If it means Reptilians exist and are our overlords, he’ll kiss their scaly asses. If it means there’s no such thing, or, that the ETs are truly liberals all for universal health care, he’ll deny the existence of UFOs and accuse the Pentagon of being “traitors.”

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