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Jeremy Gets Deep

Jeremy Vaeni that is. Of course, he has always been deep. Always went in different, thoughtful directions, into himself, into others, around. Anyway, it’s not all about aliens and UFOs and Bigfoot and Mothman. So listen. Listen to him already, if you haven’t yet. He continues to think and grow and ponder about all kinds of things.

 

Alien Dreams: Tall Silvers

Alien Dreams: Silver Talls, Theme Boxes, White Dog

Past two nights I’ve been working on calling down UFOs. I have a friend who is very adept and knows her stuff regarding magick who has been successful with this — she’s shared some techniques with me. So far, no luck in seeing UFOs but I did have some interesting dreams both nights.

First dream: 

Well, all I remember is that the dream was very important and had to do with ships and non-human entities. Dream within a dream within a dream . . . woke up in the dream telling others I had to be sure to tell Jim about this dream because what I dreamt was very important! I woke up in the dream to realize I’d been dreaming then did it all over again. It had something to do with aliens but what, I don’t remember! Just that the message — whatever it was — was important, and not to forget. Of course, I do not remember at all, just that it was.

 

 

Second dream:

Jim and I and others, are in a beautiful setting. A nice large house in a wooded setting. A large man made pond, or lake, really. The aliens have been after us. Tall, reptilian types, nasty. I finally have enough and get the others to join me as we pick up hoses and start spraying water into the woods to get rid of the aliens. I look back at the pond/lake and see a large white dog splash into the water, headed towards me. He wants to join us. And after him, lots of other dogs following. I worry that the dogs will be hurt but give up on trying to shoo them away. After all, aliens. I go back to spraying water into the woods. Someone mentions that “this is like that movie, Signs, where the alien hates water” and I say “No it’s not. Nothing like it. The alien isn’t the same. This is real, this is different.”

Now those aliens are gone but others have come. These beings are near invisible, and silver. They morph in and out of visibility. Sort of like Predator. Liquid like silver, and very tall beings. They have left us here knowing we’re safe and happy but they will be back. They’re not malevolent but not completely warm and fuzzy either.

Meanwhile, inside one of the bedrooms, I call everyone in to look at what I’ve gathered. Some of the people are bored and don’t want to come. I insist. They gather around the bed, where I have several types of boxes. In each box are items related to a theme. One box is Beethoven; sheet music, paintings of Beethoven, CDs and LPs, some books about his life and music in general. 

Another box has some of my poetry as well as poetry and writing by others, art, etc.

One man in our group says he’s bored and doesn’t care about all this stuff. I tell him it’s not about us, what we want, but that the Silver aliens want to learn, want to communicate, and they’ll be back for all this. They know they don’t know and want to be able to learn about us, so they can share their culture with us. 

Stuart Davis: Aliens and Artists

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.

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Balloon Head Alien-Grey, colored pencil, ink on paper,

And then these travelers:

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Amethyst Third Eye Meditation and Travelers, pencil on paper

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.

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Orange Orbs, oil pastel on paper

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:

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Tall Whites, oil pastel on paper

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.

 

 

 

 

Unsolicited Advice: New to U.F.O. / Paranormal/Cryptid Stuff?

Well, there’s Google. Go for it. No shame, and yes, you’ll find yourself tumbling  down the rabbit hole, but, we all find ourselves there at some point or another. So just know that will happen.

Remember books? Library, bookstores, used and new. Problem is, often libraries have scant and skewed selections. For the most part, libraries don’t take such things seriously. And bookstores — the chain ones — are more about popular topics that sell, than offering books on the meat of the matter. Used bookstores are often better, simply depending on the opinions of the owner. I’ve found some great books in second hand bookstores.  Just depends.

Library sales, that’s another source, as Goodwill and other thrift stores. You have to look in all kinds of categories. St. Vinnie’s, at least in my area, really does a good job of placing books according to genre. Goodwill, not so much. Look in not only “paranormal” sections but science, religion, folklore…

eBay, Amazon, and Etsy. You never know.

Don’t give up.

And of course there’s social media, like Facebook, Twitter, etc. Search, lurk, read, ask. Don’t be afraid to ask. Just develop a bit of a thick skin, because there are some know it alls who won’t hesitate for a moment to tell you what’s good, what’s bad, and if you don’t take their advice, you’re a moron.

Blogs. Blogs might be — I hear tell — going out of style, but I will not accept that. Then again, I am the Queen of the Fortean Blogosphere. I have so many blogs, I forget about some of them for awhile. (Most recent, my UFO-Mary blog on blogspot.com) But there is a lot of great info and art and personal narratives and book lists and history that you could easily spend a whole day pursuing such information.

Sure, I have my own list of books that a person new to the field should read. But, while of course I think it’s an important list, it’s just my opinion. Point is, read what you can, when you can, ask questions, don’t entertain trolls (they still exist, even though the 1990’s are over) and think for yourself. Make up your own. mind. And know that your mind will, hopefully, change many times along the way, as you gather more information.

The really only important point is this: staying stuck on a theory is death. Be willing to change, to morph, to evolve. Don’t be afraid to question. And be brave enough to ignore the trolls and debunkers who will try anything — anything — to shut you up if you decide to share your own experience.

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

_______________________________________________

 

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

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. 

Do Octopi Dream?

I think they do. Some scientists think so too. I write a lot about dreams here at the Orange Orb, as readers know. Combine my intrigue with dreams and my love of octopi, and I’m in a very nerdy place on the astral plane.

“If she is dreaming, this is a dramatic moment,” Scheel said. “You could almost narrate the body changes and narrate the dream. She sees a crab and her color starts to change a little bit, then she turns all dark, octopuses will do that when they leave the bottom [of the ocean.] This is a camoflage, like she’s just subdued a crab and she’s just going to sit there and eat it, and she doesn’t want anyone to notice her.”

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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.


 

Talking Bigfoot on Arcane Radio podcast

Earlier tonight, guest on Lon Strickler’s Arcane Radio podcast. An enjoyable conversation indeed, and many thanks to Lon. It was good to actually talk to Lon “in person” after knowing him on-line all these years.

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