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New Corvid Cartoons

Two new “attack of the Corvids” cartoons/drawings. As you can see, this is what social-distancing-isolation does to a person. I’ve even resorted to doing housework. So you know it’s bad.

 

corvidsleaveny.jpg‘The Corvids Leave New York City,‘ manipulated ink drawing on paper, Regan Lee March 2020

 

 

the covids atack the oregon coast.jpg‘The Corvids Attack the Oregon Coast’, manipulated ink drawing, Regan Lee, March 2020

Expressing the Virus: Pen and Ink

All this time off. By the way, I am very grateful for all those who continue to work — health care workers, fire fighters and police, grocery store clerks, etc.

Social isolation, distancing. Staying home as much as possible. Wearing a mask when I do go out. I know — it “doesn’t do any good.” They say. But first of all, allergies. Living in the ‘Valley of Death’ (Oregon’s Willamette Valley) allergies are a major source of discomfort, and worse, for many of us. Aside from that, much to my surprise, wearing a mask makes me feel better. No doubt purely psychological, but so what. You do you, I’ll do me. And I know they say wearing a mask doesn’t do any good, but what if someone sneezes or coughs all over me — isn’t a mask some sort of protection? A teeny bit?

Anyway. with this time off  (and how goddamn lucky are some of us who can stay home and not worry too much about money? I am so damn grateful. It’s not much but it’s something. Better than those who are truly struggling.)

Since our studio has been trashed due to heavy storms — it’s absolutely unusable — I haven’t painted in some time, or really done any artwork. This social isolation distancing had me bringing out the inks and pens and doing some drawings. I just started without thinking about it, but quickly realized all my little drawings had the same theme: The Virus. My husband said to me “You’re expressing out the virus. A magikal act.” True.

So here they are, all done within the past two days. I know, I could be doing something more practical, like weeding the yard, etc.

 

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Reverse side of drawing I did using ink pens.

 

 

 

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Escape of the Coronas, ink pen on paper,  Regan Lee

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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, . . .

 

MUFON Comes to Eugene

Oregon MUFON has had meetings in Portland for a long time. This month they will have a meeting in Eugene; if attendance is good, they will continue with meetings in Eugene.

November 19, at the Market of Choice, 67 W 29th, 7 pm.

I will attend, despite my issues regarding MUFON. Hmm.

Cheeto and the Mothman

 

 

reganleemothman.jpeg      Saw this on the Coast to Coast site; tRUMP retweeted a tweet concerning Mothman. Oh, this just gets more surreal by the moment, doesn’t it?

 

The Bitchy Witch Tarot Queen

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This came from left field. The only trigger I can think of is that earlier yesterday I cleared off my altar; kept it simple this time with a plant, Buddha lamp, and one of my  tarot decks (Deviant Moon.)

There’s a woman who is quite the pagan leader here, locally. Everyone in the pagan-witchy community knows her, or of her. Some respect her quite a bit, others, like myself, thinks she’s, well, I don’ think much. Used to go to some of her meetings. Feh.

So I dreamt last night, I attend a workshop she’s giving. About a hundred people in attendance. A small, bowl shaped auditorium. She’s in the middle, giving a talk on the tarot. Something about the court cards, specifically, the King and Queen. (the suite didn’t matter, any of the Kings and Queens.)

I ask a question. My intentions are absolutely sincere; all I want to know is… I don’t remember the question now, but in the dream, it had something to do with how to interpret the meaning of the court cards.

For whatever reason, and to my confusion, the Bitchy Witch Tarot Queen becomes extremely rude. Answers my question with sarcasm, meanness, and then, tells me to get out! Yells at me to leave, and, to never, every, come back. She will, she tells me, get a court order (heh) or whatever it takes, to ensure that I never come near her, or anything she’s involved in.

Her reaction really disturbs me. What is wrong with this person?!  The a voice tells me to write a letter, or a blog post, about her. Her rudeness, the bizarre thing her and her co-bitch-witch did to me over my volunteering, etc. And so I write this. And as I’m doing so, the voice keeps reminding me of other episodes. Then I wake up. Or so I think; I realize, after reading the letter, that I’m still asleep. 

 

 

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Unknown.jpeg Deviant Moon tarot, by Patrick Valenza

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Area 51: Seriously, Are They Serious?

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Okay, who else here in UFO Land thinks the ‘storming of Area 51’ is not simply a stupid insane ridiculous ass-hat-clown-shoe-dumb-as-fuck-all idea, but an idea intentionally created by “them.” (You know,  “them” being the shadow government, cabal, global Reptilian Overlords. Those them.) 

I cannot accept the thought that a handful of nerdy saucer heads seriously got together and thought of this all on their own, thinking that such converging upon Area 51 would be a good idea, an action that will somehow force the hand of “them” to reveal to the rest of us Full Disclosure.

This whole silly idea had to have been the creation of good old fashioned dis-information agents. Old school, spy vs. spy, MIB on your doorstep, monkey wrench in the works stuff. Once the agencies did their job, the dupes happily followed. Those waiting for FD (full disclosure), those who naively think the government will ever come clean regarding UFOs and related topics, are eager to camp out at Area 51. Do they really think they’re doing something important?

I am always uneasy with false comparisons – – if you’re for animal rights, somehow that means you’re not for human rights. It’s a cheap and unfair accusation. But in this case, I think it’s fair. So much wrong in our country, led by the POTUS, that fried cheese head of a worm, and instead, some people are going to ‘make a stand’ at Area 51.

This of course will make the news all over the nation, the silly factor on the local news channel at the end of the broadcast. No one takes UFOs seriously anyway, not much, outside of us here in UFO Land. This whole Area 51 nonsense ensures that mainstream culture continues to think of interest in UFOs (if they’re thinking of them at all) as shallow and non-productive.

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