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.
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.
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.):
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.
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.”
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.
And then these travelers:
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.
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:
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.
Sometimes entities are almost shapeless, and it’s not clear what they are. Aliens; UFO occupants? Elementals, astral visitors, ghosts, etc? From my childhood, memories of beings, coming through the doors, the windows . . .
I’m not sure this is the BVM — blessed Virgin Mary – – though I did have her in mind when doing this drawing. I’m not sure what possessed me to draw this. I based it on an image that popped into my head last night — a giant Mary above a neighborhood at night with a UFO in the sky.
I am fascinated by Marian apparitions, the lore, the sightings, and the connections with UFO sightings. One of my many blogs is UFO – Mary. I haven’t posted over there in a long time, but (like all my blogs) I will get around to blogging new material over there. I’ll start with this drawing.
I’m also a fan of folk art, especially religious folk art. This drawing has a folk art feel, and, I suppose it is!
Not unusual: lying in bed, thinking of images and color, ideas for paintings. Had a nice image in my head, thinking about the colors, etc. The image was still — stationary — in my head. And then, suddenly, from nowhere, a comet comes shooting by over the little house in my picture. Where did that come from? A visitor from the metaphysical beyond. Really odd, never happened to me before like that. (I’ve had abrupt mind postcards before, but not in this way.) So I included the comet in this drawing.
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.