It seems when I sleep in the afternoon, the dreams are weirder. I’m recovering from oral surgery, feeling sloggy and groggy, and so, slept for a couple of hours. (And when I woke up, thought it was time for work and had a moment of confusion on what to wear.)
So, the dream. I’m working away on writing, reading, researching all about This Stuff. UFOs, aliens, with a few cryptids thrown in. The usual. It’s night; outside the window I can see the dark night sky, a few stars. A knock at the door, I answer. Three males, all very different and very odd, are standing there. Without a word they just come in, pushy!
They act like MIB but don’t look like MIB. (Men in Black.) One looks like a boy of about sixteen, but I know he isn’t a young boy. He’s not even human. In fact, I know that none of these “men” are human. The other looks somewhat like an human, except the he’s really tall, and the other, about five foot nine, well. He’s simply a humanoid outline full of purple glittery shimmering material that keeps swirling around.
These men warn me in very strong terms not to discuss my experiences, my research. They know all about what I’ve written in the past. Everything. Every blog post, every article, every reference to me, every journal entry, and every discussion I’ve had with others about UFOs.
I am very offended. I ask them, “Just who do you think you are?!” and they don’t answer. They then walk right through the wall! Now that terrifies me. Then they walk back out, into the living room. They tell me “Don’t fuck with us, lady. We’re serious. You CANNOT tell anyone about us!”
“Then why,” I ask, “Are you showing up here at all, and showing off your wall trick?”
That, they ignore. They just walk through the wall again.
Later, I’m at work, I think. Somewhere. I get a few people close to me together, tell them they cannot, CANNOT, tell anyone what they’re about to see. We’re in a room, locked door, paper over the peep hole.
I am telling these people because the “men” later told me I could, but only if we promise not to tell others. Turns out I have video of their going through walls.
After I show the video, some tell me they don’t believe it because it’s easy to fake things. True, good point. I don’t know what to say.
Then the “men” show up and go through walls again. That gets everyone’s attention.
What I found interesting in this dream was the show off nature of the aliens, or whatever they were, along with their warning not to tell anyone. I asked what I considered a very reasonable question: then why show me all this?
True, as we know, when weird experiences happen and we tell others about them, many times we’re not believed. But many of us are compelled to tell our stories anyway. And there is certainly a trickster element in the UFO/alien paranormal realm. Lots of bizarre actions — performances, really, by “them” — often with warnings of keeping the experience secret.
MUFON has a report on a 2018 sighting. Sounds like a weird blimp to me, but who can say? Speaking of MUFON, feh. Except for straight up reports, otherwise . . . we take what we can get in this field.
An Oregon witness at Dallas reported watching a large, gray, rectangular-shaped object reminiscent of an aircraft carrier moving overhead, according to testimony in Case 92560 from the Mutual UFO Network (MUFON) witness reporting database. – MUFON
When I first discovered the internet; many years ago, I went after skeptics. I had many a name for these debunkers. “Skeptoids,” “skeptic-bunkies,” and more. I had Yahoo groups (remember them?) devoted to bashing skeptics. Blogs that went after them with a vengeance. Argued with them, and, was the victim of their pathological insanity. I was called many names, insulted, lied about, and threatened. (With violence, with rape.)
I would count up the astounding number of links on the JREF forum relating to Bigfoot — so many dozens of links attacking the existence of Bigfoot! For a creature that skeptics insist isn’t real, there were sure (and no doubt still are; haven’t checked in a long time) a lot of threads devoted to Sasquatch.
Finally, I quite. Started using my own, real, legal name on-line. Partly because, in using my own name, that would hold me accountable to myself. Also, letting others know: this is me. Who I am. Really, truly me.
As it is now. Still me.
After awhile, things died down, and they’re still fairly quiet in that realm. But overall, lately, there has been an uptick in the skeptical world. Lots of links (see Anomalist, and Coast to Coast, etc. for links) to skeptics and anti-skeptics.
Things don’t change. They rest, they retreat for a moment, but after a while, they return. Skeptics are always with us. Still showing their ignorance, their smugness, their refusal to consider — seriously, and more importantly, honestly, — the subject they’re refuting.
Finally, I’d like to say, to para-phrase, “nobody believes in ghosts, until they’ve seen one.” Except, even in those cases, I know that’s not true. I’ve met a few who have seen ghosts, heard them, felt them, along with members of their family, and still refuse to acknowledge their existence. I’ve had people walk out of the room, rather than talk about the things they’ve seen, be it UFOs or strange creatures or ghosts. I’ve had people refuse to talk about the very things the rest of their loved ones have seen, as they themselves had. Their love for their family — siblings, spouses, etc. — isn’t enough to cancel out their fear, or refusal, to accept the anomaly. (And by the way, I have seen and heard ghosts, many a time.)
A question that intrigues me, but at the same time, I don’t pay much attention to anymore. I don’t argue. I don’t explain. Not now. Not anymore.
I will happily discuss my experiences. But explain? Justify? Apologize? Nope.
It is not my job to convince you. I don’t want to convince anyone. I simply tell my story. My truth. It is up to you — your choice — if you believe me, or care to honestly engage with me.
Otherwise, buzz off.
The annual Oregon UFO Fest in McMinnville is coming up this May. McMinnville is home to the famous ‘Trent Photos’ UFO episode in UFO history.
I haven’t attended the festival for a few years now. Partly due to money issues and work, but also, I don’t like the direction the festival has gone. Too much. Starts Thursday night, goes til Sunday. I know I can’t afford to take off work, not to mention the cost, of staying Thursday night through Sunday.
I noticed that this year’s line-up has several speakers, some who promise to be informative: George Knapp, David Paulides (in spite of his coyness and prima donna behavior), James Clarkson. But no women. Not one.
Women have been on the speaker list in the past: Linda Moulton Howe, Paola Harris, Yvonne Young, Kathleen Marden. Overall, though, it seems to me the majority of speakers have been men, and few women in between.
To all UFO festivals everywhere: get more women. More female researchers, witnesses, experiencers, abductees, mediums, etc.
I’m not going to review Project Bluebook, (not much) because I only saw the first two episodes. I enjoyed ACTOR’S NAME and the production is very good, but I’m with the camp who are upset over the inaccuracies. They seem to be so . . . intentional.
One thing that has me curious, is the Russian lesbian spy angle. Further attempts by the Russians to get at U.S. flying saucer secrets include a red-lipsticked blonde lesbian spy trying to seduce innocent Mrs. Hynek.
Are we serious here! Straight out of 1950s pulp fiction. As if UFOs, government conspiracies, heavy handed thugs, looming monsters, and MIB aren’t enough, throw in a femme fatale and lesbian luring the innocent.
I’m not sure what the point here is with that. Pure exploitive titilation for its own sake I guess.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that, by the way. Except it isn’t accurate, in the context of Hynek. Why present this story with so much crap to muddle things? Were the producers worried the culture is bored with UFOs and needed more? Why the Flatwoods Monster as mutant tree instead of what was actually reported? And so on.