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Virus Presents its Reptilian Head

Subconscious global virus fears have seeped in.

I had a dream that I thought was real, then realized at some point I was dreaming. Until, in the dream, I was explaining the dream to my husband — complete with a physical demonstration — thinking that that was real, until, I realized I was still dreaming. Layers upon layers.

I hear sounds of animals  (I assume they are animals, cats maybe, raccoons) fighting in the yard next door. Abruptly, the sounds stop, and I hear just one sound: the crunching of leaves and gravel as a seven-foot, bi-pedal creature walks into our backyard. 

I don’t know how I know the creature is seven feet tall, but I do. The nature of dreams. This creature is somewhat reptilian-is. Highly intelligent, and nasty. This thing claws at our bedroom window,trying to get in. I’m terrified. Try to wake up my husband but he’s out. All this time, I think this is really happening. Not a dream.

I hear the creature walking around to our other bedroom window. I get out of bed, pound the walls with my fist and shout “GO AWAY!!! GO AWAY!!! WE DO NOT WANT YOU HERE!!!” 

There’s a moment where I am frightened because I know. — I can see it in my mind — that it’s thinking. Deciding whether to burst in or leave.

reptiliancover.jpg It leaves.

Later, I am explaining this dream to my husband. I show h

im how the creature walked, using my fingers to walk across the table. (As if he doesn’t know a bi-pedal creature would walk.) I think: thank god that dream nightmare is over.

Then I realize I’m still dreaming.

Like most of us, I assume, the coronavirus has shifted things within in a deep way. I’m confused, operating in a state of surreal acceptance. I want to be safe and responsible but  am not sure what to do at times. I know what not to do – – I’m not an idiot. Am I scared? Yes, sometimes. I don’t want to feed into it. I’m not hoarding toilet paper for instance.

So the fears and anxiety, the uncertainty, is always there.

 

And I know I am setting myself up for the wrath of logical intelligent fellow saucer heads, Forteans and the like to be flung at me  but I can’t help there is more behind this. Much more, including conspiracy and manipulations and even the interaction with an other.

But none of that really matters. Because this is here, it’s real, and it’s affecting all of us at all levels of our existence. Children at home, unsupervised, people out of work wondering how they’re going to pay their bills, . . . the fallout is immense.

My little dream, exposing layers of reality (I’m dreaming, I’m awake, it’s real, oh, I’m still dreaming) presenting a Reptilian Alien monster as an unwelcome and nasty intruder. It did go away however when I confronted it. So maybe this dream was a reminder that I am responsible for myself and to calm down. Not to be cavalier about things, but, find that balance between acceptance of this new reality while remaining sane.

 

 

The Virus

Since the beginning of the coronavirus, I was “meh.” Felt like people were over reacting, being silly. That was no there there. Or, not much. 

My spouse, however, was paranoid from the beginning, which isn’t at all like him. I’m usually the one who’s dramatic. Yet suddenly, Jim is all about masks and not going out and buying hand sanitizer — extras to keep in the car, etc. — and I was wondering “What the hell happened here?”

For the first time in my thirty-five years or so of teaching, I have never had students be so aware and anxious over something as they have been lately, due to the virus. I work in an elementary school. I’ve had a student show me her hands; red and rashy, from all the hand scrubbing and washing and sanitizing “because of the virus.” Another student has told me, several times, she doesn’t want anyone touching her book because she doesn’t want germs from “the virus.” Another student came up to me the other day, asking me to check her because she didn’t feel good and was worried it was the “virus” that she had. And today, students suddenly started talking about the virus; some were worried they had it, or would get it. One told me she was worried because she’d been sneezing a lot and was it because she had the virus? Some said the virus came from a bat, others, a snake. One student tried to calm everyone down by saying “just wash your hands and don’t touch people.”

Students in a deep discussion about where the virus started: “from a bat,” “no, it was a snake.” Back and forth. Point is, they’ve heard it came from some kind kind of animal, and it wasn’t good.

 

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All that breaks my heart, that little ones are so anxious over this.

Meanwhile. For the first time since the coronavirus event (thing? episode?) this morning I got a little paranoid. Worried. Uneasy. News about travel banned into the U.S. The aforementioned anxiety of elementary students. My husband’s overall worry from day one. The fact that, despite a happy go lucky perception, we are both “senior citizens.” I’m sixty-six, he’s seventy. We both have health issues.

Not to mention the economy, which has been up and down and down and more down then up no, not, down . . . not my area of expertise, or even a bare grasp, but at least I ‘m aware it’s no good. At all.

Oh, and let’s not forget “social distancing.” And closed events. Locked down countries. 

There’s the topsy turvy world of systems. Schools — mine included — have cancelled our annual Reading Night, and non-student day, staff professional development meetings. To protect whom? Not us, really, since we teach and work with kids all day. So… ?

And of course, the U.S. has no testing, not much. All the while, society is split, from “you’re silly, stupid, and ignorant” for overreacting, by buying toilet paper and hand sanitizers, to the “you’re silly, stupid and ignorant” for thinking this is all paranoid bullshit, because it surely is not.

I’m not quite to the point of thinking our Reptilian Overlords (the movie They Live was not so far off) are behind this, but I am beginning to think there is a lot more behind this than we know, and possibly, probably, will ever know. It’s not just all snake oil. Or maybe it is. I’m afraid of sounding like Alex Jones or some other supposed Christian Republican paranoid conspiratorial talking head (we can also just say “piece of deluded egocentric excrement”.) But that doesn’t negate the possibility of something more insidious going on behind the scenes. 

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And if this isn’t gloomy enough, what if it’s true? More than could be imagined behind the scenes, Reptilians running the show, etc. What can we do about it? Not much. I was left, this morning, with the thought that, well, I can live my best life, be kind to others, (and to myself) and, well, . . .

 

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???????

 

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

Octopi Dreaming

At The Daily Grail — a blog (much more than “just” a blog) — you should be reading if you aren’t already, has a few items on the magical dreaming alien octopi. 

Water and Bigfoot Dream

Having trouble with the WordPress editor feature – – wanted to post this link and added thought about the previous post I Finally Saw Sasquatch!!!!

Here’s a link to a dream I had awhile ago about water and Bigfoot, posted at my Frame 352: The Stranger Side of Sasquatch blog.

About the painting I saw in my dream last night: in front of the white planet and half moon was a classic saucer shaped flying saucer/UFO. I’ll try to draw a picture and post it soon.

I Finally Saw Sasquatch!!!!

 

I Finally Saw Sasquatch!!!!!!!!!

I did! We did! Jim and I both. Muscular, about seven feet tall, the crescent-cone shaped head. Unbelievable; to use an overused word, awesome. I mean awe inspiring, magical, powerful, incredible. A gift.

Now here’s the thing. I saw the Sasquatch in a dream. DO NOT GO AWAY! Please stay and read on.

The dream was so real. Vivid, among the most vivid dreams I’ve had. A lucid dream, a dream that I felt, could sense odors and aromas, felt the wood on the door, the cold of the linoleum floor. Never thought for a moment it wasn’t real.

Jim and I are in house that’s surrounded by woods. I look through a little window in the door, and see a bear cub in a tree. I say to Jim “The mother must be near by,” and then I see the mother bear. I’m just about to look away when I see the Bigfoot. I am sure it’s a Bigfoot, but . . . I mean, could it be? Yes, it is! The Sasquatch comes out from behind 

the trees, the bears move off. I whisper excitedly to Jim to come look. We see the Sasquatch, and it is just so damn obvious that this is real. This is not a person in a suit. This is not a fake, a hoax, a bear. It is only, simply, really, a Sasquatch. He is human like, but not human. He is beyond a mere “dumb” animal or “creature.” He is . . . akin to us, but, more. 

The Sasquatch — and I get the impression it’s a male, even though I don’t see anything obvious to let me know that — turns and looks right at me. He moves right up to the door and presses his face to the window. I can’t move, I am amazed, transfixed. I am not scared, but I am careful. Respectful. His eyes! It’s the eyes in that incredible face that are powerful. Deep and knowing. Surpassing human. Intelligence, seeing.

The Sasquatch calls me by name. Telepathically. We are communicating clearly — no words, but through mind. He urges me to keep writing about him, the Sasquatch, and, about UFOs. “Do not stop, or give it up,” he tells me. “Keep writing, we need you.” And then: “We are connected to UFOs, to space. We do exist on another dimension.”

I just can’t believe I have been given this gift. This beautiful gift. This Sasquatch tells me people need to know about it all; dimensions and UFOs and Sasquatch . . .

A huge painting then fills my minds eye: a large white sphere and a half moon-like shape behind it in a black background. While this half moon shape has craters and looks very much like our moon, it isn’t our moon. The white planet, and the moon like satelite planet have something to do with the Bigfoot’s message.

The intelligence of this being is vast. Serious business. Abilities beyond ours. Knowledge beyond ours. But also, humor.

He leaves, but then half turns and I get a vibe of humor from him. I feel something small and hard fall in my lap, and I think I hear him make a sound like a chuckle as he walks away. 

I look down in my lap — because I’ve long ago just plopped down onto the floor in sheer dumb amazement — and see a little plastic Bigfoot charm with a hook to put on a cord or chain. The message was clear: wear this silly little image to remind yourself what you’ve just experienced, to tell others, to keep writing, and to know that Sasquatch is real.

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I can’t believe I saw Sasquatch! I am full of joy and … I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. I have to write about this, now. Then I think no, I have to tell others I know and talk with them about this. I think of who I can contact: Tim Binnall, Tim Beckley, Jeremy Vaeni, Lon Strickler. Who would believe me the most? Does it matter if they believe me, as long as they just give me the time to talk about it? 

I have to get the news out. But then I feel dejected; who  is going to believe me? I’ve seen UFOs, more than once. Experienced hauntings, psychic events, visitations, missing time, and now, Bigfoot? Really? What am I, some kind of High Strangeness Nut-Magnet? 

I remember what the Sasquatch told me. Get it out there. So that’s what I decide to do.

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I realized writing this that, while the importance of writing about this was the message from the the Sasquatch, and the information that there is a UFO/outer space connection, the Sasquatch didn’t tell me how, or what. No details. That’s for us to discover.  

There is more to this dream. Before seeing the Sasquatch, there is flooding everywhere. Jim and I are trying to stay ahead of the water that is coming and we hitch a ride with a man and his family, who takes us to his home; the home where we saw the Sasquatch. We’re waiting for a safe moment to leave again. It’s here, while we’re waiting, that I look out the window in the door and see, first the bears, then the Bigfoot.

I’ve also had other dreams connected to water and Bigfoot, and bears appearing as a sort of psychopomp for the Sasquatch event.

Bigfoot researcher Lisa Shiel wrote, about a water-Bigfoot connection:

Bigfoot have exhibited some very un-apelike behavior, much of it concerning water. Apes don’t swim. But Bigfoot have been seen swimming in lakes and rivers. They wade out into rivers to steal fishermen’s nets full of fish. They like the water. UFOs have been seen going into or coming out of water. Some witnesses have watched UFOs suck the water out of lakes. They like the water too.  – Lisa Shiel

Related links from my Frame 352: The Stranger Side of Sasquatch blog:

My Name is Flix cover

Bigfoot Carries Away Bear

Didn’t See Sasquatch, Yet

 

 

 

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?

Red Is Not Orange

 

Always looking for information about orbs, particularly orange orbs of course. Found this item posted in February of 2008 by Miriam Delicado. She decribes diffferent colors of orbs, and their purpose. But no mention of orange orbs, unless she means red is orange. Or maybe it’s just that she hadn’t heard of orange orbs at the time.

The type of orb I am talking about look like a ball about the size of a softball or baseball. They are seen as being green, red, blue and silver. I myself have seen the blue, silver and green ones.

Don’t get confused by the information being put out there about orbs. The first thing you need to ask is; What kind of orb are they talking about?

Then you need to research and listen to your own self as to what they are. THINK about what you are being told and don’t get caught up in any hype.

The blue orbs are used to look for people or give a person information.

Red orbs… I was told by a couple of people they believe they are there to warn the person of danger. I have not encountered this type so I really don’t know.

Green and silver orbs have several tasks to perform. The green orbs take samples of the air, water, soil and such. The silver take samples of the more technical things like wind, temp, sun and so on.

My orb, which was orange, not red, didn’t seem to be warning me of anything. On the other hand, maybe it was warning me of something. We  (my husband and I) did experience missing time during the sightings,  and the vivid dreams of being paralyzed within a beam of excruciating white light beaming down from a huge disc like thing above me began. Was the orange orb warning me of that — following me during the aftermath? 

I pose these quesitons, and that’s what they are: quesitons. Speculations. I have no answers. Only explorations and possibles invoked from those explorations. 

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