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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.

 

 

Virus Haiku

tuna, beans, pasta, rice

coffee, peanut butter

tp: we’re set

 

 

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empty shelves

global virus

living the sci-fi

 

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hoarding the t.p.

wiping away the crap

anxiety wins

 

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snake, bat

Reptilian conspiracy

anxiety looms

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coast get-away

plans cancelled

pandemic

 

 

 

 

haiku by regan lee march 2020

from Rabbit Hole collection volume 1

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, . . .

 

Angel Travel Guide; The Quabies and USA

Two nights in a row. Angel  (I call it/him an angel for ease, but spirit guide, dream guide, anyway, a very strong and recurrent dream presence) that occasionally  appears in my dream. He often appears as tall; around six feet, six inches. Wearing a white suit or clothing. On the thin side. Nothing sexual at all, but when he’s near, I feel fantastic.

In the following two dreams, this angel guide was near invisible. His presence was felt, and he was there, but couldn’t quite see him. And he was giant. Twenty feel tall, and above us.

The first dream was almost comical; it was as if I was in a Nick Cage conspiracy movie. My guide was showing me — taking me —  to Egypt. Telling me about the history, the pre-history, including Egyptian magick. The strong message as that this is important and I better learn it. The dream concluded with summations on how the United States was created based on this ancient Egyptian history, and, most importantly I was told, that the current Egypt and citizens are not the “real” ones. I don’t know what that means, it was just part of the dream.

The next night, another dream with David the angel travel guide. I’m with a small group of people. We’re taken to sites on the earth that exist, but, only a few humans throughout history have seen these places, and very few know these places exist. We’re shown an astounding lake, so beautiful! Amazing color, such clear blues and greens

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The water is transparent and I see a thick, tall tree trunk. As I look I realize it’s a totem pole. But part of the pole — all underwater — is just plain, not painted. The trunk, orpole, extends beyond the surface of the water and goes up into the sky about a hundred feet. It’s painted again, totem pole. I have never imagined a totem pole to be so huge. 

Then these creatures appear, waddling across the shore. We’re told they are called ‘Qaubies.’ They look like tater tots! Very large tater tots. About the size of two bed pillows sewn together. They barely have faces; just the impression of a nose, eyes, mouth. They are not animals, certainly not human, but not aliens either. They are not dangerous, if anything, benevolent. Once again, our guide tells us that this is very important. What we’ve seen, what we’ve learned.

We’ve also taken to see animals that are hybrids but instead of a horror like a Dr. Moreau, these animals are happy, gentle, they are what they are they are not the creations of a sick scientist, they are their own creatures.

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The Writing Life: Haiku, Beats, and UFOs

Haven’t posted much lately. Not for lack of interest or the usual topsy turvy stuff in UFO Land. Plenty to write about there. (Like Tom DeLonge’s Academy to the Stars whatever. Oy.) (Speaking of, Peter Levenda, who I like, has been in cahoots with that whole mess. I don’t understand.)

I’ve been focusing on my non-paranormal UFO side: fiction. (Ha ha, I can hear some of you out there now: “Fiction?! Isn’t that what UFO Land is all about?”) Mainly, my Haiku Daddy-O page on Facebook (join if you like) and trying to self-publish some of my collections. One which is about the realm of the weird. It’s titled Orange Orb/Silver Sphere. I hope to have at least one chapbook up on Amazon soon.

For many years I tried to keep the two worlds separate; the UFO world and my creative writing world. But now, I’ve decided to just go where it all takes me.

Speaking of writing and creativity and one’s real UFO experiences, my husband is writing a novel, semi-autobiographical. Parts include when we first met and shared our UFO experiences. So in literature, “fiction,” the realm of the weird does have a place.

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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

_______________________________________________

a dark blue realm

translucent

but unreachable

 

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_______________________________________________

some say missing time

is the mental state unhinged

and some know better

_______________________________________________

 

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

_______________________________________________

we argue

comparing memories

of missing time

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poems by regan lee

2019, oregon

The DEVIL and Raggedy Ann

 

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Watching Beyond the Unknown, and wonder why, once again, The Devil major arcana tarot card is used to denote evil  eeeeeville. Haunted doll, the cause of negative and fatal energies, causes death, ends its days locked up in a cabinet in the Warren’s Occult Museum. For some reason, there is the Devil card tacked up on the cabinet that holds this cursed doll.

 

I have no doubt an object can hold negative energy; be haunted and cause all kinds of havoc. Misunderstanding and misinterpreting the use and meaning of the tarot, including The Devil devilcard.jpg card, is a lazy trope used in our culture.

 

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.


 

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