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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?

Sea Poems

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Feeling my Pisces self today, so here are some watery poems, haiku and others, I’ve written over the years.

 


the jellyfish, soft

we talk about consciousness

white-pink minds floating


 

mermaid blue

my summer

streak


 

 

a green octopus

watches from its oblong tank

acute awareness

 


 

a mermaid tattoo

on the arm

why not


 

inside her belly

the blind fish

dance


 

jellyfish in transparent tubes

pink streams floating

are they conscious? she asks


 

Found Poem

I like playing around with the found poem structure, though I don’t stick to the “pure found poem” style, which doesn’t allow for any rearranging of text. Here’s a brief definition of a found poem from the  poets.org site:   

Found poems take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems. The literary equivalent of a collage, found poetry is often made from newspaper articles, street signs, graffiti, speeches, letters, or even other poems.

 

Murder in the Blue Room

which harbor huge sea urchins

the worst is yet to come

found poem: t.v. guide, 1980s, l.a.


 

Bubble Orbs and Dream Messages

August 15, 2019, Yachats, Oregon

As usual, looking up at the night sky for UFOs, — the daytime sky as well. Lots of UFO and Sasquatch activity on the Oregon coast and coastal range. But other than that, I wasn’t thinking of UFOs in particular. Hadn’t even been on-line because the wi fi is so iffy on the coast, and I  wasn’t reading any UFO books. (although I did have many with me, as well as notes on various UFO expereinces. My go to take along when I travel. Still, I hadn’t even looked at any of my notes or books.) The dream I had last night was just so damn intense. Interesting how the emotional  impact of a dream takes on such importance, no matter the subject or actions in the dream.

And, before this: I was having trouble sleeping. Not sure why. Mini migraines past two days and that’s unusual, I don’t get those on the coast. Had my sleep mask on. Felt something small get up on the bed; felt the pressure. It was definitely a small creature; it  kneaded the bed by my side a little and settled in.  At first I thought the movement  was from an earthquake. Or, that an animal had come through the open window, which of course makes no sense. (We were on the second floor.)  Then I got it: my cat had visited me. We left him at home and I was thinking of him, he hates it when we leave. Mango had sent me a ‘I miss you” message.

 

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UFO Music in a bubble

This dream was very intense. Throughout the dream was clear and strong message that I must remember this.

I’m standing in front of a large window. Black as black night sky. No stars. I hear music, but it’s not coming from where you’d think. Meaning, when we hear something, regardless of the kind of sound, it sounds. . . ‘normal’ it’s coming from somewhere. The sound might be odd, but the fact you can hear it isn’t. Hard to explain. But this sound, wasn’t in my head, and wasn’t from out there. It was from. . . another dimension. Inside a bubble  The best I can explain this is the sound I have heard in a few hauntings. Voices, EVPs, laughter, very clear, but not from . . . here. Not in my head, not from, say, the other room. But from another place. Another space. 

The music  I heard was classical, very nice. But not from here. Then white letters appear on this window, against the black sky. The dream itself is almost in black and white. Sentences  appear; “UFO. are REAL” and all kinds of other statements about the reality of UFOs. For emphasis some of the words get larger and move closer towards me. They — the aliens — are clearly communicating with me. And they want me to tell others. I can’t see these aliens, but their ship is clearly outlined in this dark sky. A very large ship. The words keep coming. The music is a part of ‘them’ — and it’s clear. Aliens (or at least these aliens) come from, not from outer space or within the earth but another dimension right next to us. All around us, all the time, they’re here, in bubbles — that’s how they travel. They’re aware of us and wish we could be aware of them. Some of us are. Most are not. 

And then, further information: these “bubbles” are related to the orange orb I saw, as well as other orbs. The message I received was: “These orbs (including your orange orb) are a part of this. We are UFOs. We are here. We are aware of you.”

Then theses aliens tell me I have to get the word out, and to help me,

I told my husband about the dream as we were driving back from the coast into Eugene. I mentioned that the emotional intensity, the importance of the dream, goes beyond the content. He said “It sounds more like a communication than a dream.” I agree. 

Sometimes dreams are “just” dreams. Other times, they are truly more than that; messages from the astral. From spirit. From . . . more. 

An added note: I love listening to the ocean while I’m going to sleep. Both nights we were on the coast, I tried very hard to ignore other sounds: my own snoring, my husband’s snoring, traffic from the highway, the occasional barking dog, people returning to their cabins. That night, I had finally succeeded in tuning out everything except the ocean roar, and had more than one “mind post card” — the brilliant silver tops of the waves jumping into my mind’s eye. It was intense, sudden and magnificant.

 

you can’t try for crazy

you can’t try for crazy

it just comes

natural like

and born of ….

well, you know:

drugs,

 trauma, 

loss,

 hurt, 

fear, 

sensitivity,

 psychosis, 

nightmares,

 poverty, 

perpetual poundings small and velvety soft

not being believed

finding yourself lost, without a map, a light, a sense of direction

feeling cold

pain —

that’s literal pain,

undiagnosed pain

told it’s all in your head pain

seeing the unseen, through the veil, within the fringe,

the shadows, the orbs and glows

hearing the voices not inside the head but

in the ether, up and to the left

that inside-an-empty-tin-can sound

crazy comes, stays, visits, stays awhile

sometimes it leaves

mostly, it stays

 

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Strange Juxtapositions on the Super Bowl: Woman as Chattel, Woman as Kick Ass

I’m not a sports fan (except for tennis) and definitely not a football fan. So the Super Bowl means nothing to me. This year however, I was mildly interested for a few reasons. I’m from L.A., so, Rams! I think the Patriots are a cheating, lying lot of tRump supporters. So for that, go Rams, and I hope the Patriots lose in a big way.

But this isn’t about the game, but the commercials. Super Bowl commercials are a Really Big Deal. People talk about them for days afterwards. This year, I noticed a lot of commercials with women being powerful. In charge. Super heroes, warriors, strong. Fantasy comic book, and the mundane, the every day. Both realms contain women who kick ass.

At the same time, we had a chilling commercial previewing the new season of The Handmaid’s Tale. Scary shit. Given our current political times, not too far off from a potential reality.  Then there’s Sara Jessica Parker in a throwback nod to her shallow and indulgent character Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City. (The first couple of seasons, I really liked the show, and then. . . it just seemed so damn vapid and selfish, and unconnected to the real world.) (whatever that is.)

Topping it off, is the Twilight Zone. Jordon Peele is the host of a new presentation of The Twilight Zone. Which sounds fantastic, and I will watch it. Love Peele, and who doesn’t love The Twilight Zone?

Sexy lady in a sexy white shirt tied up under her breasts whispering to us about how great the beer is. She sits above the forest, the waterfalls, the sheer wonder and beauty, while rolling the cold glass bottle around, damp with dew and beer beads.

I don’t have anything profound to say. Nothing wrong with sexy. Sex sells, no news there. Women have been used to sell stuff, in predominantly sexy ways, for ages. (Men too, I find both Dos Equis beer guys sexy as hell.) (As I do sexy lady on the mountain top with her beer.)

But in the wake of #metoo and other movements, Hollywood-SportsWorld-Government-taiment   Propaganda it seems those institutions are falling all over themselves proving that they’re not sexist, or misogynistic, nor pro-gay or anti-gay, neither afraid of women or letting them get away with anything.

 

Hot Dog Flying Saucer

Or is it a flying saucer hot dog? Cartoon watercolor/lino print I did back in 1985 or so.

 

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