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Octopi on Europa

British scientist Professor Monica Grady theorizes that octopus like creatures live on Europa.  (Thanks to the Anomalist for story.)

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Orbs on the Brain

Felt the urge to do another one.

 

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Orbs in Space, oil pastel on paper, Regan Lee May 2020

Channeling Orange Orb Beings

Well, not really channeling, that’s not fair. But after watching this 2013 YouTube video interview with UFO researcher  Richard Haines (thanks to Erica Lukes for alerting me to this) I immediately got out my oil pastels and did this in about five minutes. What’s interesting to me is that I didn’t draw orange orbs, but these figures. As my dear one commented, “They look like they’re from another dimension, not quite here.”  That’s the feeling I had when drawing these — that these orange beings were a form of energy emanating from the orb.

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Orange Orb Beings, oil pastel on paper, Regan Lee 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.

 

 

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, . . .

 

Still Here

Don’t give up on Orange Orb over here. I’m still here. In fact, watching Ancient Aliens right now. Why I’m watching it; good question. I mean, oy. Let’s rehash Roswell-Area 51 blah blah for the elevenity hundredth time. I’m also (as I have been for years) baffled by the mix of good solid researchers (Dolan, Birnes, and yes, von Daniken) with sleazy MUFON types. And, aside from Linda Moulton Howe and a scant others, where are the women???????

 

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.

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.

 

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