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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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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.


 

Red Is Not Orange

 

Always looking for information about orbs, particularly orange orbs of course. Found this item posted in February of 2008 by Miriam Delicado. She decribes diffferent colors of orbs, and their purpose. But no mention of orange orbs, unless she means red is orange. Or maybe it’s just that she hadn’t heard of orange orbs at the time.

The type of orb I am talking about look like a ball about the size of a softball or baseball. They are seen as being green, red, blue and silver. I myself have seen the blue, silver and green ones.

Don’t get confused by the information being put out there about orbs. The first thing you need to ask is; What kind of orb are they talking about?

Then you need to research and listen to your own self as to what they are. THINK about what you are being told and don’t get caught up in any hype.

The blue orbs are used to look for people or give a person information.

Red orbs… I was told by a couple of people they believe they are there to warn the person of danger. I have not encountered this type so I really don’t know.

Green and silver orbs have several tasks to perform. The green orbs take samples of the air, water, soil and such. The silver take samples of the more technical things like wind, temp, sun and so on.

My orb, which was orange, not red, didn’t seem to be warning me of anything. On the other hand, maybe it was warning me of something. We  (my husband and I) did experience missing time during the sightings,  and the vivid dreams of being paralyzed within a beam of excruciating white light beaming down from a huge disc like thing above me began. Was the orange orb warning me of that — following me during the aftermath? 

I pose these quesitons, and that’s what they are: quesitons. Speculations. I have no answers. Only explorations and possibles invoked from those explorations. 

Old Files: Don Worley in UFO Magazine (?), Shared Experiences

 

 

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I found this article by researcher Don Worley that I clipped from (I think) UFO Magazine.  (Strange World Abductees.) I neglected to label the article with date or source. The illustration is marked 1991 Richard Runnels, so possibly the article is from 1991. 

Worley’s article is a collection of experiences by UFO witnesses and abductees. 

One experience Worley relates  has echoes of things I’ve experienced. Abductee “Carol” age 62 at the time of the article, has had many encounters. An early encounter in 1931 in Indiana:

“…a big black dirigible-shaped craft slowly floated over their home. Beneath it was a big hook hanging from a rope or chain.”

The object “slowly moved out of sight” above their roof.

 

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The following is a blog post from my Saucer Sightings blog (now defunct, but you can still read it on-line):

A recurring dream I had as a young child. Timeframe 1959, early 1960s. Los Angeles, California.  I had lots of dreams connected to alien, non-human beings, which included being floated out through walls and doors and placed in a large tree at night. There I’d sit/wait/watch the starry night sky…

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One recurring dream motif I remember has me standing outside, at night, on our block. Usually at the corner (near that large tree, that was easily three or four stories tall) which was at the corner. The tree belonged to our neighbor; we were the second house down from the corner. Waiting, outside, at night, sometimes I was with others, usually children. And up in the sky, not much higher than that tree, came the “ship.” Sometimes it was a giant basket, like the ones seen with hot air balloons. But no giant balloon; just the basket and something above that, like a dome thing, some kind of machine. Other times, instead of a basket, it was an over sized bathtub. Inside the baskets, or bathtubs, were one or two people, adults, in uniforms.

I had this dream many times. Always the same: at night, alone or sometimes with others, mainly children, in front of, or near, our house. Waiting. Waiting for what I thought of as my friends — these people in uniforms, in their floating bathtubs or baskets, were always pleased to see us. They took us away on purpose. This was a regular thing.

 

Another experience Carol had when she was eight concerns “an enormous hawk” :

…what seemed to be an enormous hawk soared in and landed unnaturally close to her in the pasture. Thisof course is contrary to the natural instincts of a hawk. She stood there looking at it and remembers nothing more. She doesn’t remember walking back to the house or the hawk flying away. [Worley]

I had an experience when I was very young; I must have been about three or four. This also appeared on my Saucer Sightings blog:

 

The Open Ceiling and The Eagle:

Category:Childhood Memory, dreams, animals

Location: Los Angeles, California

Date: approximately 1958

There was a silver suited alien on the patio at this house on Corning Street, . . but before that:

Before that, . . . I’m lying on my back in bed. I remember this as vividly as if it happened this morning; I also remember this as a “dream” but it was so damn real, I told myself afterwards it was a dream, because it doesn’t make sense that it could be real.

I’m in bed, in the middle of the bed, which is huge, though in “reality” my childhood bed wasn’t huge. Flat on my back. I’m both excited — exhilarated — but also a bit scared, not understanding what’s going on. There’s some confusion; my father is here, and I don’t understand why. He doesn’t live with us and he wouldn’t be here at night. My father, mother and grandmother are standing in the doorway; they can’t come in for some reason. They’re watching, but something prevents them from coming closer.  There’s a lot of activity, but I’m in the middle of my bed, which is huge,I’m kind of spread eagled, I can’t move. I have a sense of being tied up, but I don’t see anything that’s tying me, but something is preventing me from moving.I feel both fantastic and a little disoriented. Lots of bright, bright lights; everything is lit up so white. I look up at the ceiling, and it opens up, opening from the center, two halves moving back to expose the nighttime sky, which is beautiful, full of inky blue and shimmering stars. I think this is a pretty neat trick. A giant eagle flies down from above; the eagle is so large, it fills the sky, fills the open ceiling. It comes down straight at me. I don’t like this too much. I’m not exactly frightened, but it’s not comfortable. The eagle takes me up into a silver disk type thing. That’s all I remember…

One last account from the article, involving a “red-orange” object Carol saw in 1964:

…Carol had dressed to go to a social function. Suddenly, a. large brilliant red-orange object began to hover across the street casting an eerie glow over everything. The neighbors and Carol’s daughter became very excited: however, they would still not believe Carol’s story – and refused to look at the object. [Worley]

Worley doesn’t mention if the object was an orb shaped UFO or not. The orange orb I saw in the early 1980s was large, though I don’t recall it casting a glow — just lit from within. If the object Carol saw was an orb, this is record of an early orange orb, and a large one at that.

Oh, Same Old Disgruntled Crap About Inhabitants in UFO Land

 

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I remind myself: it’s about the data, the research, the search, the journey, the personal experiences, the witnesses. Not whether or not I like so and so, and, if I do, because I respect them, find out they like so and so, who I detest, dislike, spit upon! Even. Yes. I do.

And so then what? Does that color my opinion and trust and respect on their conclusions on research, data, etc.? Or what? Oy. UFO and Fortean World: Welcome to Middle School Melodrama. No, just move on.

Except for certain things, I do not abide. Like threats of rape and other violence towards myself and other women. Or intentionally spewing lies. All your research is then discarded. Because you’re a dick, and will stoop to anything to get your ego driven self out there, propped up by others who dance giddily in your light, not knowing, or caring, you’re a sexist violent pig who puts himself above any witness account, any data, any interesting bit of research. Some days it’s hard being a resident in UFO Land.

Mary as Trickster

 

 

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I wrote this for UFO Digest some years ago; it seems to have disappeared from the UFO Digest site. Here it is: Mary as Trickster, my speculations on BVM apparitions not always appearing to be what they seem to be.

 

Speculation on Mary as Trickster

An American professor is describing his atheism to a Mexican who is attempting to understand his faith. Suddenly there is a gleam of understanding in the eyes of the senora. 

“We know that you do not believe in Jesus,” she said with a look of sympathy, “but surely you must believe in the Virgin of Guadalupe!” ~ [Virgin of Guadalupe Goddess of the Americas, Patrice Wynne]

There aren’t many female aspects of the Trickster. But I wonder if Marian apparitions can’t be considered a female version of Trickster manifestation.

If we accept that Marian apparitions are a paranormal/anomalous (and not religious) phenomena, and often within the context of UFOs, and that the Trickster is an innate part of paranormal, UFO phenomena, then it isn’t too outlandish to consider the symbol of the “Virgin” Mary as a Trickster.

Demetria Martinez, in a short piece on her relation to the image of the Virgin of Guadalupe, considers Mary a “sacred Trickster”: Guadalupe, that sacred trickster who faithful to her Aztec predecessor appeared on the hill where Tonantzin, the corn goddess, was worshipped by Nahuatl-speaking people ~ [Martinez]

I’ve often been struck by the irony of the Catholic Church cracking down on both those church members who believe appearances of Mary is a part of their religious experience, as well as the Marian Apparitional phenomena itself.

It’s clear there is an entire political agenda present in the church’s stance on maintain power in contrast to the appearances of a deity that seems, whether intentionally or as a by product, to mock the church’s position. 

In this way, these apparitions of Mary could be seen as a manifestation of Trickster.

She shares other characteristics with Trickster: 

  •  She appears outside of, and regardless of, the church’s official, authoritarian position.
  •  She appears within the context of paranormal, supernatural, and or UFOlogical phenomena.
  • Her messages are often contrary to what is currently presented by the church.
  •  She continues to appear, despite the efforts of authority to quench those appearances.
  •  The phenomena invites debate, stirs up trouble, and creates divisions among Catholics, the religious, the spiritual and the non-religious or spiritual alike. From church goer to UFO researcher, all groups engage in controversial and opposing discussions about her appearances. Science enters the fray; more debate.
  •  Often Marian apparitions occur on sacred ground or in places where previous supernatural, anomalous appearances have taken place.
  •  The messages of Mary are often urges to reject the church’s official line. Trickster laughs at authority, usurps it, mocks it.
  •  People continue to follow their beliefs, curiosity, and remain true to their personal experiences in terms of Marian apparitions by visiting her shrines, creating groups, communicating with others who share similar views, often in defiance of church mandate.
  •  At times, the church has gone so far as to get the law involved in shutting down pilgrimages, etc. Here the authority cracks down on the anomalous; even, in typical Trickster like irony, that authority is itself anomalous.
  • Paranormal phenomena has occurred in many MAs, (Marian Apparitions) : rosaries turning gold or silver, aerial phenomena, dramatic weather events, the strong scent of roses, etc. These can be compared to various “stunts” performed by UFO occupants, in an anomalous, paranormal context. 
  • Even the symbology of Mary herself, often thought of as only a Catholic icon, is Trickster like.

Mary was not a “virgin” in the strict sense in Jewish and other traditions; Mary, a Jew, was mother to Jesus Christ, another Jew.

Her pregnancy is a mystery; occurring because of a “visitation” of an angel. If these events were placed in a UFO/alien/paranormal context, the presence of the Trickster is apparent.

The Trickster is a joker. From the spiritual aspects of marian apparitions; Guadalupe, Medajorgie, Lourdes, etc. to the pop culture circus like appearances of the Blessed Mother on window panes, trees and tortillas, we see the extremes and contradictions of Trickster.

From the divine (appearing on holy sites) to the ridiculous (appearing on bread, tortillas and oily window panes) the Trickster holds up the image of Mary to all of the folk, while thumbing its nose at the approval of the church, as well as society.

Mary as Political Icon

The Virgin of Guadalupe is a political symbol, not just a religious icon. Her image appears on t-shirts, candles, all kinds of mundane objects.

People put her image on their cars. Keys hang from plastic encased images of the Virgin of Guadalupe, her image is stuck to the front of refrigerators. Other Marys appear in these ways as well. Even non-Catholics, like myself, have taken on her iconography to

represent an oppositional stance towards the institutionalization of spiritually.

Though raised in that tradition and baptized and growing up in part in Hispanic culture, I also come from a Jewish background: you can’t get more inverse than that!

In these ways, we can look at Marian Apparitions as an aspect of the Trickster, and consider the symbol of Mary in all her manifestations as both a feminine and divine side to the Trickster.

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Astral – Synch: Wingless Winged Woman

 

I call upon a deity : the winged woman. I ask her for her help.  A couple of days go by, Jim and I are talking in the living room, and a woman strolls right on by. Where did she come from? Long dark hair, causcasin, maybe early 40s. Tall, almost six feet.

She’s the personisfication of the winged woman. She is the Winged Woman. Except, she does not fly, and exhibits no wings.

I am surprised to see her, to know that she appeared.  Her response:  “Well you called  me didn’t you? Here I am.” Clearly she thinks I am one silly human.

At first she is nice, seems harmless. Tells me she is here to help.

Night, we’re outside. .She seems even  taller now. Almost seven feet. She sort of sits curled up on a little pedestal (fire hydrant?) and her vibe seems different. A little more calculating.  Still no wings. But she is definitely “the Winged Woman.” Whoever, whatever, that is. I don’t like her. I’m sorry I every called upon her.

Now we’re back in the living room. I smell something burnig. I look up, on top of our tall bookcase are boxes covered in paper with little birds in them. Baby birds. She set the birds on fire! I can hear them squeaking and sqawking. It’s horrible! I take down the boxes, try to save them. The winged/wingless woman is outside, smiling a nasty smug smile. Tells me she’ll save the birds if I do what she says. When I try to protest she tells me  that “this is what happens when you call upon beings and aren’t sure what you’re doing.”

That last line: “This is what happens when you call upon beings and aren’t sure what you’re doing” is certainly a truism. Be careful of what you wish for. Indeed.

Earlier that day, I was thinking, for some reason, about the winged woman sighting in Vietnam. And then dozed off in my garden and awoke to the awful sounds of crows and jays fighting; the crows attacked the baby jays in the apple tree. Poor babies. I know, circle of life.  Also, lots of packing at work due to classroom moves. And I have a recurring theme of birds; long forgotten birds in cages, boxes, still alive, waiting patiently, and I’m always amazed they’re still alive.

Today, saw this item on the Anomalist: The Frightening Supernatural Story of the Black Bird of Chernobyl.

“According to the legend, rumours went through the ranks of Chernobyl, that five employees had seen a large, dark headless creature with gigantic wings and fire red eyes. Chernobyl employees began sharing strangely similar experiences, some had horrifying nightmares, while others received threatening phone calls,” Maxwell said.

“The second account I’ve heard of this story comes from 2007 which says that people in and around the power plant began to experience a series of strange events revolving around sightings of a mysterious creature — also described as a large dark and mutated creature with large wings and piercing red eyes.

“People affected by the phenomena also experienced nightmares and had first-hand encounters with the winged beast.

1969, Vietnam: Earl Morrison saw, along with his fellow soldiers, a winged woman. The following is from an item by Nick Redfern at Mysterious Universe:

“We watched her go straight over the top of us, and she still didn’t make any noise flapping her wings. She blotted out the moon once – that’s how close she was to us. And dark – looked like pitch black then, but we could still define her because she just glowed. Real bright like. And she started going past us straight towards our encampment. As we watched her – she had got about 10 feet or so away from us – we started hearing her wings flap. And it sounded, you know, like regular wings flapping. And she just started flying off and we watched her for quite a while.” [The Glowing  Winged Woman of Vietnam, Nick Redfern at Mysterious Universe.]vintagewingedfemale.jpg

McMinnville, OR UFO Fest

 

 

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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.

More. Women.

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