Saturday, March 31, 2018

Channeling/Possessed by Mom's Spirit

I have had hundreds of psychic episodes in my life. I've seen, heard and felt ghosts -- their presence. Felt their energy, their personality. Received images, and experienced all kinds of communications via dreams and OOBEs. (Out of body experiences.) I've seen UFOs, and encountered entities. I seem to go into a mild trance/channel mode when I read cards for others. But I have never experienced the following, not until my mother passed away a year ago.

I've experienced the following only twice. The first time was a couple of weeks after my mom died. I was at my sister's, at the home where my mom spent the last four years of her life, and my sister took care of. The other experience happened last night.

What happened was brief, yet incredibly intense. Both times I made a motion, a movement, a facial expression, that was "mom's." We all have those habits, micro-expressions, sayings, that we unconsciously inherit from our parents. Many times I'll say or do something that is "just like" my father or mother. But on these two occasions, it was much more.

Both times, when I made I was no longer me. At all. My mother was inside me. She had entered me -- it was her that was present, even if briefly. I cannot describe this yet in an articulate way. But it was so damn weird and different. I have never had anything pass through me like that. The closet I came to experiencing something similar was when I was walking through a home that was haunted. I suddenly felt an intense, burning heat "beam" go right through me. But even that was something that passed through. With my mother, she took over. 
a quick movement or expression that my mom would make,

Friday, March 30, 2018

Aliens and Ghosts: An Update to Medium Amy Allen's Encounters

I recently posted here at the Orb that medium Amy Allen has occasionally come across aliens during her investigations into haunted places. 

The most recent encounter with aliens -- yes, as in ET -- had allen commenting on a portal that has "been there forever," and describing some of the alien entities as insectoid, which a sketch drew for her.

Looking through my notes, I realized I had missed two very interesting comments by Allen during that episode. One, during her walk through, she commented that the paranormal activity was ". . . an alien type possession."
The other, that part of this alien (not ghostly) activity was ". . . possibly an experiment."

Clowns Just Want Some Love; Fear, Dislike, and a Catalina Island Memory

It’s the worst time in history to be a clown. They just want you to love them again. - The Washington Post: “There’s no secret that clowning is taking a hit. It’s not something new,” former Ringling clown and International Clown Hall of Fame founder Greg DeSanto offered in his keynote address to the 36th annual convention, a tribute to Ringling Bros. “The kitsch thing to say is ‘I’m afraid of clowns.’ What do you think I’m going to do? Make you laugh?”
Washington Post reports on the current reputation of clowns. (thanks to Tim Binnall for tweeting about this article.)

Clowns go back a long way in human culture. Humans dressed to stand out, and act out, in ways we can't during our mundane existence. Already an inversion -- and the darker, creepier side of clowning is just another inversion. Everything has a dark side.

I disagree with Clown Hall of Fame founder Greg DeSanto, who is quoted above -- that it is "kitsch" to say one is afraid of clowns. I'm not afraid of clowns. (Unless, of course, a scary psycho murdering clown along the lines of American Horror pops up in my bedroom at three a.m.) I don't like clowns. There's a difference.

I understand the idea behind clowns, it's just that I find the whole thing forced, and there's a hint of frenetic sleazy shenanigans surrounding everything I can't get past. I find clowns suspicious.

There's always been the darker side, from the chain smoking surly malcontent hanging out by the tent in his long underwear and streaky clown face, to the above mentioned serial killer clown.

However, my husband and I both remember Cappy the Clown. (Jim Natarno.) My husband's brother worked for him for a short time. Cappy was a good person, who had a sad childhood in some ways.  My memories of Cappy are good ones; as a child, we were entertained by him on the boat ride to Catalina Island. I wasn't afraid then, nor had dislike. Or suspicion. (Here's a nice memory of the same boat to Catalina, and Cappy. While the author doesn't have a particularly good memory of Cappy, it's still a nice piece.)

My personal feelings towards clowns now probably come from a lot of sources. My father's memories of being in the Tom Mix circus were not pleasant ones. I've had literal run-ins with rude, harassing clowns. (Maybe because it's just Eugene, who knows.)  I don't like circuses -- or zoos -- it seems weird to me that we're supposed to find something funny while you hear the roaring of captive big cats
in the background.

Clowning takes on different aspects; people dress up as something other, representing exaggeration, humor, absurdity. Liberating at times, scary at others. Often little kids are terrified of a costumed human acting silly and crazy around them.

Everything has its other side. The dark and secret shadow that is always there. Clowns aren't any different.

Thursday, March 29, 2018

And Now, REAL Kangaroos in Wyoming

While tales of phantom animals are a part of anomalist lore, the following is of actual kangaroos in Wyoming.

First 90 Kangaroos released in Wyoming - Buckrail, Jackson Hole News: Dubbed “Project Sage Hopper” by the WWGD team responsible for evaluating the viability of Wyoming’s habitat for Australian marsupials, it has been in the planning stages for 3 years. The goal is two-fold: Create new and interesting wildlife viewing opportunities for tourists, and in several years, potentially provide additional hunting opportunities.
 Horrible, terrible, and sad.

And, fortunately, an April Fools joke.

What's interesting is that many believed this, including me, when I saw it on Facebook. The last sentence in the article, which informs us that future plans included releasing wallabies, koalas, and the "endangered tasmanian devil" was suspicious, confirming my sense that this is a joke, and of course, it is.  Nothing surprises me anymore, not since the last presidential election and our current living in crazy town antics, so it's easy to understand how one could think this is true, at least for a few moments.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Score: The Day the Earth Stood Still

The fantastic score by composer Bernard Hermann to The Day the Earth Stood Still. (The original, not the remake.) Love it.

I was reminded of this score as I was listening to Greg Bishop on Coast to Coast last night. Fun interview. I like Bishop's take on things UFO and generally anomalist, which is, we don't know anything for sure, in regards to what, who, or why "it" or "they" are. You have to be willing to change your mind, and be open.

Which seems obvious.

Monday, March 26, 2018

Amy Allan: Mediums, Ghosts and Aliens

The Dead Files medium, Amy Allan, mainly communicates with once human spirits. Sometimes entities, shape shifters, energies that were once human but became . . . something else. But a few times, (a very few times) Allan has come across aliens, as in ET.

A recent episode of The Dead Files had Amy Allan going about a haunted location, encountering the usual spirits of the dead. But she also encountered insecticide alien type beings.

"So it's an alien…" restates her husband, who accompanies Allen on her sessions.
"Yes." She continues: "…Theses things are bad . .  . torturing children. . . "

They're described by Allan as "small, gargoyle, dragon type creatures."

On the property under investigation in this episode, Allan came across a portal where these creatures come from. This portal has been here ". . . since the be inning of time." These entities are clearly aliens, Allan makes it clear. Some of the aliens are large, the largest having "bulbous eyes" and "daddy long liege arms."

"They enter people's dreams," Amy says. She goes on to say that the dreams are not literally dreams, but really happening in another dimension.

The aliens are doing their thing amongst other spirits, including ghosts/energies of humans who have passed. As I've often wondered, are the aliens and spirits aware of each other? Both categories of entities interact with the living, but what are the dynamics of these energies in the ether, or astral, or whatever name we want to give the non-mundane realm?

Sunday, March 4, 2018

alienviews: UFOs, Internets, And Boundaries

Alfred Lehmberg, one of the few people out there writing about All This Stuff that makes us think. Sadly, Lehmberg is still unappreciated -- a lot of people mock him (because they don't get it) some harass him, others ignore. I think the latter is the worst.  It's not just about specific cases and events, but a meta view of It All. And yet, with some exceptions, most of us don't go deeper. Until we go deeper while at the same time go around, and out, we won't get much in terms of The Big Answer. Anyway, here's a quote and a link so follow it:

alienviews: UFOs, Internets, And Boundaries: Lost balls in the tall grass, ourselves, and at a total loss as to what UFOs are then, we can at least know what they do! What they do is embarrass science and give it a systemic wedgie. There's your cut to the chase. (Alfred Lehmberg)

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Why Roswell IS Important

Nick Redfern has a couple of new pieces at Mysterious Universe on the possibility that what crashed at Roswell was not a UFO full of ETs, but a human engineered event.

Roswell is important because: we need to find out what happened. What really happened.

 " in Ufology should want any case to be this or that." Nick Redfern (on a FB post.)

No matter what Roswell turns out to be, it's important. Obviously, if what happened at Roswell was really a crashed flying saucer from outer space full of aliens, that's hugely important. Shattering, life changing.

But, it might not be that. It's at this point many give up. They either continue to cling to the ET explanation, or, walk away out of frustration. For the former, Redfern's point about not wanting any particular UFO case to be "this or that" will be ignored. Unfortunately, the latter will also be ignored. But the fact that Roswell wasn't a UFO related incident isn't sad news. It doesn't mean the case is closed on UFOs and they don't exist after all. Roswell isn't any golden key that unlocks the mystery. No case is.

But Roswell is important either way. If not aliens, then the possibility that humans intentionally created an event using human test subjects is also huge. And shattering. We should care about that. We should be angry at that. We should call out Roswell for what being another covert action, covered up by our government, using humans as fodder for experiments, and spreading disinformation among the public for decades.

I'd say that's very important.

I don't know if Nick is right or not. Either way, ET or human made, something happened at Roswell that deserves more than the 'true believer' response, as well as the jaded and bored so what response.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Journaling Animal Dreams, Tracking Connections (and a Boy Chicken)

Jim mentioned awhile ago that I dream a lot about animals. He finds this unusual. He also has an active dream life, but doesn't dream about animals that much. I don't know if it's unusual or not, but I do dream a lot about animals, both real and imaginary.

I'm inspired once again to start an animal journal. About five years ago I started one, but it wasn't just about animal dreams, but all things to do with animals, all the little synchronicities. Writing in the journal became a big job, including all those things. It didn't last long.

This time I'm sticking to animal dreams.

I've also been thinking of my fascination with animal stories, particularly the stranger ones. That comes from having a Fortean leaning towards life. I posted here a while ago that a professor of mine wanted to know what I was planning to do with my collection of interesting and unusual animal stories. I didn't know. I'm still not sure, but I think it's a start to finding out … something.

I am beginning to believe that animals, as guides and messengers, have a lot to do with this journey.

And now, here's a dream about a chicken:

I'm in the backyard of our house, and alongside the bedroom window (where, on the other side, is our bed, and this location outside the window seems to be one for animals in other dreams) is a penned in area with chickens. One of these chickens is a male. Not a rooster. But a male. Only a chicken. It's very clear in the dream this is a chicken, but a male chicken. He's big and fluffy and very sweet. 
All the chickens are asleep. They're on their sides, on the ground, and at the end of this line of cuddled together sleeping chickens, is a large, sleeping raccoon. I'm very worried at first this raccoon will eat the chickens, but he means no harm, he just wants to get warm. I wonder if I shouldn't cover the chickens, (and the raccoon) so they don't get cold. But I'm worried they won't be able to breathe. 
I try to give the male chicken away. I'm not sure why, I like him, it's just weird. But all my neighbors who have chickens have plenty of chickens and they don't want him. They like him and find it interesting I have a male chicken -- it's not they find him ugly or digesting, they just don't have room.
So I keep him.
Later, in front of the house, and looking up at the night sky, my husband and I and others see a flock of beautiful birds. At first, only I see can see the birds. I'm surprised no one can see them, because they're huge. The size of prehistoric birds. They remind me of the Phoenix, but they're Phoenixes. They have delicate, long wings and tails. Their wings and tails are ruffled at the edges, and these are transparent. It turns out the birds have been there all along, but no one's bothered to really look. They are beautiful. I wonder if they're even "real" -- they're really there, but if they're not of another dimension, or reality. Or planet, even. Something. 

I haven't explored this dream yet to figure out it's meaning. Or, it could just be the effects of a few days of cold medication and disrupted sleep.
But this is the first entry in my animal dream journal nonetheless.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Cosmic Parasite

My spouse and I were discussing that thing within all of us, that is not "us" but an intentional energy that messes with our heads and always in negative ways. Sometimes comically yet irritating ways, and all the way down to the truly harmful. Even fateful.

Those memories that suddenly disappear, losing the thought when in deep discussion, hassles when trying to meet up with others when it comes to discussing these topics.

We then got inspired and decided to write something about this. I don't know what Jim's come up with yet. Here's what I wrote:

The worm within

Cosmic parasite lives within
not us, not of us
but an invader
steals memory
injects self-abuse
blocks us from our thoughts

The religious call it Satan, demon, the Devil
others, Djinn, maybe…
the humanists, our Jungian selves fighting shadows
and the hard-assed skeptics pronounce over-imaginative minds
as the cause

A literal alien from outer space? something more metaphysical
a worm from the ether, indeed
eating memories and sloughing off intents
its origins unknown
dwelling deep with us.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

The Mom Who Wasn't, and Other Memories

Salvador Dali, The Persistence of Memory

Memories are strange things. Why do some stand out, even after decades? Memories of trauma,(or happiness)  it makes sense to remember,  but memories that don't seem to have anything painful attached that remain burned into the mind - - that seems odd.

Two memories stay with me, more than fifty years later. The first is traumatic, because I remember the emotional pain as well as the intense confusion. The second memory doesn't carry anything unusual, yet the image remains.

I'm in pre-school, maybe kindergarten. Page School in Los Angeles. It's time to go home, and for some reason, I'm in the bathroom. White tiles, stalls, windows high up on the walls. I'm not allowed to leave the bathroom -- don't know why -- and I see my mother standing in the doorway. She's wearing a sleeveless plaid dress, and white framed sunglasses. Just standing there. Something about a pool as well. I'm crying and screaming my head off, because I want to go to her. A couple of teachers are telling me she's not my mom. I don't understand this at all. This woman, who is silent, standing there, with her huge wrap around dark sunglasses in white frames, is my mother! She's wearing the same dress, has the same hair color and style, same sunglasses. I'm hysterical and can't stop screaming and crying.
After all this goes on, I'm outside (again, by a pool, but I don't know if this is true thing or a weird 'mis-memory.') My "real" mom shows up. Same dress, glasses, hair, and she is happy to see me of course. I don't understand why she doesn't mention what happened just a few minutes ago. Why she doesn't mention my crying, or her in the doorway, seemingly uncaring and oblivious.
The second memory is one I've written about before.

I'm about the same age as the first memory. No older than five. Walking with my grandmother (mother's mother) in a large room, white tiles, glass brick windows or walls, glass cases, and clocks. Clocks everywhere. Where is this place, what is this place?

That's all I remember. Why does this postcard image stand out in my mind?

Neither of these memories have anything to do with UFOs, the astral, or supernatural. But they are strange, in their persistence.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Mutant Self-Cloning Crayfish Attacks Europe!

An item for animal Forteana --  this item about a self cloning crayfish:

This Mutant Crayfish Clones Itself, and It’s Taking Over Europe - The New York Times: Before about 25 years ago, the species simply did not exist. A single drastic mutation in a single crayfish produced the marbled crayfish in an instant.

Continue reading the main story

Somehow, This Fish Fathered a Near Clone of Itself MAY 26, 2017

Fred Hochenedel February 6, 2018
Are they good to eat?
David Williams February 6, 2018
Why no discussion of eating them?
Malifex February 6, 2018
The official word is Crawfish. And don't give me no lip about "crevisse" or crevice or cravass. Here in NJ they are sold at Chinese... The mutation made it possible for the creature to clone itself, and now it has spread across much of Europe and gained a toehold on other continents. In Madagascar, where it arrived about 2007, it now numbers in the millions and threatens native crayfish.

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Apologies to Jack Brewer and James Clarkson

Bad blogger! Not good at details, and had forgotten all about my comments setting here on blogger. Somehow I stumbled on the "awaiting moderation" section, and saw two comments had been left. One from Jack Brewer at
UFO Trail, the other from researcher and ex-MUFON director James Clarkson. From months ago. Then I try to post them to the blog but somehow, deleted those comments entirely. Just don't want either of the two very nice and respected gentlemen to think I blithely ignored their comments.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Book Reviewers: We Want ANSWERS!

After reading dozens and dozens of book reviews of various paranormal and UFO books, I noticed that many of those giving negative reviews were coming from one of two places. One, some were uber-skeptic debunkers and didn't have much to say other than shouting BUNK! The other seems to be a deep seated irritation that the author didn't give an answer to what UFOs are, or aliens, or ghosts, or Mothman, or MIB, or Sasquatch . . . Impatient with the author's exploring many theories instead of just one, the reviewer then gives the book a negative review based on the lack of an answer to the mystery being explored.

When I pick up a book on UFOs, the paranormal, cryptids, or other anomalous areas, I don't expect an answer. For one thing, it's only the writer's opinion -- it's never THE BIG ANSWER. Can't be. If it were, the world would be a different place. Paradigms would be shifted. Turned upside down. Inside out. So I don't expect a book to give me an answer, because it can't. All a writer can do is give their perspective.  Which is enough for me.

I read these books because of my intense interest in the subjects. I like to hear the narratives of others, find patterns, relate experiences to my own, discover what the author thinks. Which is different than giving us an answer.

When it comes to the world of the weird, our 'Goblin Universe' -- we might have some provocative physical evidence (that doesn't prove anything, just leaves us with tantalizing hints) but pretty much, we have mountains of witness reports. Anecdotal evidence. Which is not worthless at all. Within that data one can find patterns, connections, synchronicities, parallels and similarities to one's own experiences, historical information. Which then can lead us to develop our own ideas. Inspire us. Encourage us to keep studying. Compare with other works in the same field.

It's the writer's job to be honest (I do expect that!), respectful of witnesses, and to present his or her data clearly. Each writer has their own style and tone, and it's a matter of personal taste for the reader to decide which they prefer. (Myself, I like a variety; as long as I think the writer is ethical.)

But the rest is up to the reader. Hopefully the reader is inspired and motivated to seek more on her own. Not be fed easy answers to mysteries that have remained with us for centuries. No one book can do that, and I don't expect any one book to do that.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

It's Happening on the Astral

Still reading Thom Powell's Edge of Science. So last night, this dream:

I'm looking up at the daytime sky, watching a plane that is behaving very oddly. It's not a modern plane but something from a 1940s movie. Far more weirdly, it's stationary. Impossible for an airplane to just be perfectly still in the air, but that's what's happening. I call for others to come out and look, but by the time they get outside and look up, it's too late. The plane had covered itself with a cloud. I watched it do this -- gather some sort of material together around itself to make it look like a cloud. But in the center of this 'cloud' it's very bright. I explain this to everyone but they don't believe me. They point and say "See? It's just a cloud."  

I tell them to be patient and keep looking, but they go back inside. Of course now the cloud is gone and the plane is back. It keeps trying to get the cloud back but it's having trouble maintaing the cloud. Then I notice a glitch -- the plane morphs into a classic saucer shaped UFO, but just for a second. Then back to the plane.
I call everyone out again, but same response. They look, don't see anything, don't wait around, disbelieve me, go back. 
After awhile, the plane switches back to its saucer and I realize this thing is a flying saucer! Damn. The saucer comes closer -- much closer. Much larger. No fooling around now, no attempt to disguise itself, to more hiding. It's out and here and so now, everyone believes me. But it's too late.
The saucer is taking people up. Mostly children up to the age of nineteen, but a few adults as well. I'm one of them.
The inside of the saucer is set up to look like a typical human home, but some details aren't right. Curtains as rugs. An easy chair in the kitchen, a stove in the living room. Things like that. They didn't quite get the whole picture. 
The few adults here are to keep on eye on things, though we have no authority or power and we never see the aliens, just sense their presence. 
The children remain children, physically, but they're been made into adults by the aliens. Adult thinking, adult minds, -- at first the children (now adults but in children's bodies) love this. Then they realize it's not much fun. After a couple of weeks, the aliens drop us all back on earth, and the children are children again. They did not like being adults at all.  
And as we're coming back to earth, I hear a message from the aliens about Sasquatch. That yes, they do have something to do with all that. But what, they will not reveal.
Powell writes about the "mystical" aspects of Sasquatch encounters, but I'm not at the heart of the book yet. Last night I was reading about the London tracks (Cottage Grove area, Oregon.) Researcher Toby Johnson and others with him had intense experiences that transcended a mere flesh and blood explanation for Sasquatch. Which had me thinking about my own experiences  -- not having seen a Sasquatch, not even close --  but still a coupe of highly odd experiences related to Sasquatch. Before drifting off to sleep I was thinking of those, and of  all my experiences, particularly UFOs and how, just when I thought I had hit a wall these past couple of years, I've expanded my thinking to include the astral, or inter-dimensional, or whatever you want to call it. We have to go beyond nuts and bolts and flesh and blood.