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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!

 

 

Childhood Memories:Fuzzy Puppet Wolves

I wrote this piece about a childhood memory for my Trickster Realm’s column at Tim Binnall’s Binnall of America back in 2007.

 

I had to be in bed, flat on my back. Concentrate on the warm yellow light shining under the bedroom door. Then “they” came, several of them, oh, at least four, and somewhere I was levitated, floating through the doors.

I don’t remember what they looked like, or if I ever knew. I do “know” they were small, about my size. Skinny too, not human, like us.

Sometime around age thirteen or so these episodes became less frequent. As I wrote recently on my blog, it was rare when I could intentionally cause these episodes, and when they happened spontaneously, they became scary. I’d often shut down before I could leave my body.

Another event that happened frequently was the “puppet wolves,” visitations, as I called them. These events were connected somehow with the above, but also different. They weren’t the same creatures, for example. It wasn’t quite as pleasant either. And I remember some events happening during the day; still in bed, but daytime.

The fuzzy puppet wolves were very small, not more than about twenty-four inches tall. They were fuzzy/furry, gray, and reminded me of puppets. They weren’t exactly malevolent, but they were quick to be extremely mischievous, pushy, and just not as “nice” as the others. I could see these guys, and remember to this day what they looked like. The other guys, I don’t remember at all, except that they were small. The puppet wolves would gather around my bed, several of them, and they were insistent. They didn’t take no for an answer, and I’d have to go with them. I don’t remember anything other than that.

Not long ago, my husband “Joe” and I were talking about our childhood “weird” experiences; memories of the paranormal, or whatever word you want to use. Before I said anything, he began to tell me of something that happened to him sometimes when he was a kid. While he was in bed, furry gray “things” would gather around the edges of the bed, and tug at him, taking him away. (Neither of us remember where we went.)

I asked him if they reminded him in a way, of wolves; he said yes. Small nasty little wolf puppet, or stuffed animal-toy beings. He had never heard my story before.

Another Synchronicty between us. When faced with all these parallel experiences, going back deep into childhood, I find that I can’t ignore things like karma, or metaphysical connections, or reincarnation, or. . . something. I’m not sure what it means, but to say it doesn’t mean anything is supremely incorrect.

The Wolf as Totem

I refer to these nasty little beings as “wolves” yet they didn’t hold the wolf spirit. In fact, the wolf is my totem, and the Wolf Clan is one of the clans of the Lenepe, my grandfather’s tribe. (So I’m told.) I’ve had amazing dreams of wolves; often in connection with white wolves and teachers. I call upon Wolf often and he is my friend and guide.

But at the time, a child unfamiliar with the gift of Wolf and all its meanings, I tended to think of these persistent unpleasant creatures as wolves.

Puppet Symbology and Invisibility

It’s interesting that I thought of these beings as puppets; that is, puppets without any people operating them. They were just empty moving “skins.” They were footless, too, no legs. A screen memory, a false impression to cover whatever was “really” there? Puppet implies that something else is behind it; that the puppet isn’t doing the thing, the person operating the puppet is in control. Whatever was behind the wolf puppets was not revealed. Or, remembered.

Invisible Aliens

In looking back over a lot of what I’ve written about aliens and odd experiences, I realize I use the term “invisible alien” a lot. I don’t recall what they looked like, these beings that came to float me out doors at night. I don’t remember parts of UFO sightings I’ve had; missing time. Whether these are connected or not I don’t know.

There are many layers to these kind of experiences, and I suspect symbols replace symbols that replace yet other symbols, all to make us more comfortable, to protect us, — or us to protect ourselves — as we try to exist in the mundane world. Our journeys into the astral/other worlds remain submerged in our subconscious. It’s been so for a very long time, as has our need to go down and retrieve these memories. Retrieve the correct memories. With each “dive” into our subconscious, we move closer to some kind of understanding.

(for example, I wrote that I had to concentrate on the yellow light underneath the bedroom door. I told my mother about these experiences, and she insisted that there was never a light on in the hall after we went to bed. I asked her, then, what light was it that I was seeing? she had no idea.)

Was my memory of the light a true one of the hall light, and it is my mother that is incorrect? Or is my mother right, and my memory of the hall light a cover memory for a very different kind of light, from a very different source?

I wonder if I’ll ever know.

 

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.”

Orange Orb Over Lorane Highway

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Glowing Orange Orb Over Lorane Highway, digitally enhanced  acrylic on canvas

Interesting how playing around with images and moving away from the original intent can convey the feeling of an event better than what you started out with. I really like this image; did not like the original painting much. I was trying to capture the impact, the suddenness of the appearance of the orange orb seen decades ago in Eugene, Oregon. But the original painting didn’t do that, and, it was pretty much a “meh” kind of painting.  After playing around with the image on the computer, I really like the looks of this image. Even though the white foreground gives the appearance of snow, possibly and the actual landscape was green, dark and woodsy, this conveys the emotional feeling much better.

 

Childhood Memory: Invisible Aliens

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My Childhood Invisible Aliens, oil pastel, pencil, ink on paper

This is a rendering of the front door entryway of my childhood home in Los Angeles, California. When I was little, I would wait for my “friends” — beings, barely seen, that would come to me as I waited in my bed at night. They would float me out the hall door to the front door, where I would “dance” with them before they floated me out through the front door and place me high up in the large fir tree in our neighbor’s front yard. There, I’d wait for the ship to arrive, where I’d go off with them. Except, I barely remember seeing the aliens — they were there, but barely visible. And after the ship’s arrival, I don’t remember anything after that. Just sitting in the tree, feeling very excited, and looking at the incredible sparkling stars in the Prussian blue sky.

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