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"The part we ignore…may contain the clue to the whole subject." ~ J. Allen Hynek

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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

 

regan lee/4/2018/eugene, oregon

My Psychic Dream Adventures

Two dreams recently — one last night — where I am “called in” as a psychic in order to figure out what’s go

ing on. Don’t remember much about the first dream, just that it involved me as a physic and the tarot, but last night’s dream was a doozy.

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Small coastal town, somewhat of a tourist type place but somehow off the grid, with a population of about 300 during the off season, to a population of 3,000 during tourist season. The whole place has an Alpine look and feel, even though it’s right on the coast.

The mayor and a few town important ones come to get me. They don’t tell me anything about why they want me to investigate, or where I’m going. I get there; it’s very quiet. The off season.  I begin to feel energy, vibes, before I get out of the car. I say “This is bad. Very bad.”  Something to do with Nazis. Not from the past, but now.  I tell them they have to get rid of this, and NOW!

Then they take me to a tropical island type place in this town. Very different from the rest of the place. I tell the people this is haunted as well, still with all this bad Nazi energy, but also other, older things from the past.  Much of it good, actually, but neglected and forgotten.  Even though getting to the island is easy; really just have to wade a few yards across shallow water, no one’s bothered. Too ignorant and afraid.

I’m as surprised as anyone that I am physic and that they know about me, but I seem to know what I’m doing. I call upon the island entities to come and help.

 

 

Podcast: Jeremy Vaeni of The Experience and moi

I was recently interviewed by Jeremy Vaeni for his podcast The Experience. It was great fun! One of the comments left was interesting — I will be discussing that later.

 

http://m.unknowncountry.com/experience/regan-lee-orange-orb

Found Journal: Memories, Voices, …

More from my found UFO notes from decades ago . I had forgotten so much of these experiences. Is “forgotten” the right word? How can a person forget these types of things? Maybe suppressed might be a better word. Below are two journal entries. Slightly edited for clarity, names have been changed, etc.

April 1991/Eugene, Oregon

Meditating the night before I met with Diane and George. I had an abrupt “waking dream” (I call them “mind post cards now) — I am awake, but having a vision, transported somewhere. I’m about ten years old in the dining room of my childhood home in Los Angeles. I see a man, in gray,  squatting on the floor. He’s busy doing something, and there are about four or five steel boxes about the size of bread boxes near him. They have lights on them, some of them are flashing; yellow, green, blue, red. This man is small with blondish- red hair and he’s human — almost. He seems three quarters human and one quarter something else. He suddenly looks  at me, and I get such a hit of hostility and anger from him! It’s obvious I am not supposed to be here, not supposed to see him. I get the sense in a few moments he’ll be gone; I just happened upon him early, too soon. I’m a little scared and well aware of his feeling I shouldn’t be here, but I’m also angry at him! This is my house! My dining room! I “wake-up” snap out of it is more accurate, for I wasn’t alsleep — as if someone’s turned the switch off and the “movie” is gone. I feel very uncomfortable.

May 1991/Eugene, Oregon

First UFO Study and Support Group at the library. Put up three flyers, about twelve people showed up. Good meeting — our agenda is to not have one. Research, study, compare notes. A couple showed up with their daughter who was about eleven. The daugher had heard voices all her life, and is in counseling. Diana and George (not their real names) really felt for her and felt as if we’ve seen her, or know her, somehow. The mothter seemed receptive — knew a little about stones and crystals. Diane upfront about her Wiccan, pagan path. No one batted an eye. I was slightly open regarding that.

The mother now tells me she feels Diane is “bringing demons” to her, into her house, because of her “witchcraft.” Discouraging. Odd, too, because she was very open and told me she’s glad we had the meeting and wants to meet again, but not if the meeting takes place at Diane’s.

One man who attended told a story of seeing a creature/visitor/intruder/alien/forgein other with witnesses. This creature was standing on the sidewalk, daytime. A definite negative presence. While he and the people he was with saw the creature, those passing by did not.

The next night, as I was leaving work, opening my car door, I heard a voice inside/outside my head. (to my left, by my left) (note: when I do encounter spirit voices it is always on my left) and I told myself it was just the sound of the car door opening. Two “words” came through. I don’t remember what they were.

Last night, I heard voices again. And an odd thing: eyes closed, suddenlty shapes taking a life of their own and forming into the black eyes, and I felt a presence (to my left.) I opened my eyes suddently, did not see anything, but really felt “it” — before opening my eyes I said “I don’t want you here!” and it left. On my way to the meeting at Diane’s when the phone rang — no one there. Diane saw a UFO the next morning. That night her oldest son had an emergency regarding his hand, he also gets frequent nose bleeds. (note: why I wrote that last sentecne at the time I don’t know, must have felt it was related.)

What’s interesting about these experiences is that they happened after my orange orb sighting. Eugene and surrounding areas were full of UFO sighitngs; many friends, “believers” and non-believers,  were seeing things. Local media reported on these sighitngs. I was having an incredible amount of synchronicities, precognitive episodes, my own sightings, “visions” during meditation and out of body experiences.

It seems the sighting of the orb opened up something within me that has been there all along.

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