Skylaire Alfvegren, Goddess of L.O.W.F.I. and elfin yellow journalist, has a new gig at the Los Angeles UFO Examiner (cool title). Be sure to check it out.

More Octopus Synchronicity

I work in a school, walking in the elementary hall today, I noticed that the kids artwork displayed on the walls were Cheerio constructions of . . . octopi!

As Richelle Hawks remarked in her post about all this, just what is it with the image of the octopus that seems to express Forteana so well?

Octopus Trickster Synchronicity

Yesterday afternoon, I listened to the Paratopia interview with George P. Hansen, author of The Trickster and the Paranormal. As I mentioned in an earlier post today, I've long been an admirer of Hansen's, and think the book should be on anyone's shelf who is interested in Fortean events. I also mentioned in that earlier post that I'm working on a longer item about some of the ideas Hansen puts forth, and, began working on it today.

Now and then, for brief moments, I think of some things I've never shared openly in the context of all this weirdness. These things are weird, sure, but that's not why I've hesitated to share them. I've never spoken of them publicly because it's just too embarrassing. I don't want to admit certain things. Yes, even me, thinking like this, imagine! We all do this, and in fact, because of this happening to me, I wonder just how many of these weird things go unsaid, due to our individual bias, values, and so on. A huge body of data remains hidden because of this. So earlier today,I started a blog just for that kind of stuff, and called it Octopus Confessional.

Then I visited Lesley's Debris Field blog. And found two links that shouted "Trickster!" in a loud voice: Octopus as Trickster, over on Richelle Hawks blog Beamships Equal Love, and Encounter with the Trickster, on Iggy Makarevich's What's All This, Then? blog.

I titled my new blog "Octopus Confessions" (instead of say, "elephant" confessions or some other animal adjective) because of the many-tentacled aspects of Fortean -- including UFOs -- phenomena. Here's what Richelle Hawks writes in her Octopus as Trickster post:

So, since the terms octopus and tentacles have been present in developing UFO rhetoric the last few months, I've been considering the deeper meaning/implications.

Yep, as have I. Great minds thinking alike :) Hawks goes on to say that the octopus she writes about (one that flooded a California aquarium) was referred to as a "trickster."


In Encounter with the Trickster, Iggy writes:

Many people have experienced things that beggar belief. Do you find yourself reluctant to talk about it with strangers? You would really rather not think about it, right? It makes you vaguely uneasy, even after all this time.

(Iggy notes that he wrote this in 2005, and it appeared in FATE in 2006, but decided to repost it at this time!)
The Octopus Trickster, indeed. Thousands of tentacles reaching out, connecting, grasping, and throwing back at us all the bits of strangeness. As Iggy says, of the trickster aspect:

As if to confound us, when a question is answered, ten more take its place.

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Around the Orb

Trickster's Realm: Bigfoot and the "Kill/No Kill" Controversery
My new Trickster's Realm will be up tomorrow on Binnall of America. In this TR, I comment on the "Kill/No Kill" debate concerning Bigfoot. I take issue with both cryptid researcher Ken Gerhard, as well as Tim Binnall, who both suppoort a kill. Tim, to his credit, is happy to publish my thoughts on this issue, even though we disagree.

That said, the interview with Ken Gerhard was great, very interesting. As I write in the article, I was surprised that Gerhard supports the "paranormal" Bigfoot theory.


White Bigfoot and High Strangeness: The Conser Lake Creature

More Bigfoot stuff: I post a section from my book The Ghost in Conser Lake on Frame 352. You can also read it on Nick Redfern's Crypto Squad USA and the Oregon section on the L.O.W.F.I. site.

Paratopia: The Trickster and the Paranormal; George P. Hansen Guest
This was another good interview with one of my favorite authors on esoterica, Fortean stuff; George P. Hansen, author of The Trickster and the Paranormal. I've been quoting him for years, and I'm working on something now that I'll put up later here on the Orb. You can listen to the interview here; look for "episode 8."

The Other Blogs
Check out Women Of Esoterica, there's good stuff from several writers over there to keep you busy.

Black Triangle/Rectangle UFO Synchronicity

I was looking over all the usual places, like Lesley's The Debris Field, when I saw this: Wonderful Rectangles from Iggy's What's All This Then? blog; the title jolted my memory. When I read that title the dream I had last night came back to me in huge, looming detail. Eerie synchronicity; this is what Iggy at What's All This Then had to say about rectangular UFOs:

Ah, rectangular UFOs! Why do I love them? I suppose it’s mainly to do with the seeming infeasibility of an object that takes such a shape to fly, but mostly… it’s the attendant shards of emotion within that construct wherein it’s just… wrong! I love that sort of thing. Seriously. The more “wrong” the better.

Read on.

I dreamt we were outside at night, and we saw a huge black triangle UFO, except it wasn't a triangle, it was a rectangle. A large white light in the middle that came and went. The thing was so damn huge! It also appeared to be flimsy, and you could almost see through it. At times the object seemed to morph with the surrounding night sky, kind of melt into it, other times it seemed transparent. Over all, the oddest and scariest thing -- for this UFO gave us an uncomfortable feeling -- was its size. And it was flying pretty low, much lower than any plane would be flying.

Adding to the strangeness factor was the sound it made. It sounded like a large helicopter, very noisy. I was disturbed by this fact: "UFOs don't make noise like that!" I kept shouting. The fact that it did make noise convinced many that it wasn't extraterrestrial or interdimensional in any way, just a man-made object, albeit a highly classified one.

The noise was odd, the whole thing was odd, The UFO was flying very low, much lower than any plane, and the intermittent floppping/moprhing/transparency, along with the overly loud "normal plane" noise, made it clear that it was a UFO that was trying to fit in. All that stuff, like the noise, was its cloaking behavior.

Most of the people watching this thing moved on after they convinced themselves it was just a man made object. But I and a few others realized it wasn't. The longer we watched it, the clearer it became that this was far from a man made craft; this was the real deal. I turned to my husband and said "I have to be sure to tell everyone about this UFO sighting when I wake up."

Then I came across Iggy's post!

Adding to the by now expected bits of wierdness in these kinds of things, is the trouble I had getting this post out. Twice in the middle of writing this, blogger just went up and closed down on me. It didn't save what I had saved. Then I tried to post it when I finally had it rewritten, and it still wouldn't go through. It took several tries before I could get this piece posted.

Jack "Rab-a-doo" Parsons and the Invisible Aliens

So the other night I had another OOBE experience. This time I made it all the way up to the ceiling. I was thumping against it, even. I knew, with absolute certainty, that "they" were here, just on the other side of the roof; outside. Them and their spaceship. Truly, just three feet away from me was a UFO and its aliens. They were expecting me to come to them. I was, as usual, full of contradictory feelings. Terrified and stubborn, resisting. I didn't want anything to do with them. And, frustrated as hell because I couldn't get past the damn ceiling; couldn't go all the way. So here I am, thump thump thump, hovering above my body in the bed below.

They decide to give me a few books by, and about, Jack "Rabadoo." With typical trickster-dream -land behavior, it was perfectly understood by all of us that they meant Jack Parsons, but for some reason that wasn't clear to me, they kept calling him Jack "Rabadoo," not Parsons. Somehow, they teleported the books through the ceiling and into my hands, and were extremely insistent that I read the books as soon as possible. Moreover, they shoved a dust jacket of a Parsons, er, Rabadoo, I mean Parsons, book. The dust jacket was great vintage cover art of the time, but, no book. The title of the book, according to the dust jacket, was about UFOs, and titled something like Jack Parsons, um, Rabadoo, ... and UFOs: What You Need to Know.



"They" were insistent I read this book above all others. Okay, fine, I told them. But how am supposed to find this rare book, and pay for it, when you could just teleport the damn book through the wall?! Here they are, hovering UFO, floating and bobbing in the night sky right outside my roof, passing books through the wall, but they can't come up with the book they want me to read?

At this point, I'm extremely frustrated. I realize that, while I know the aliens are here, I can't see them. I still can't see them. I start screaming at them: "Why can't I see your faces?!" I'm very angry, and, scared. After all these years, I still haven't seen their faces, and I'm fed up. "Show yourselves, damn it!" I scream. "Why can't I see your faces?!"

The Next Morning
I tell my husband that I had another scary alien dream. He said, "I know." I asked him how did he know? He said: "Don't you remember telling me last night?" Turns out I woke up around 4:00 am to use the bathroom, he was still up, writing. I told him I was having "another weird scary alien dream" and he was sympathetic, and I said "Yeah, it's really scary, I don't like it, not at all." and went back to bed. I don't remember any of that.


Okay, So Who Was Jack Parsons?
Apparently one fascinating man. I don't know much about Parsons, and have yet to read books by, or about, him, though I plan to. I've been meaning to for some time since Adam Gorightly told me about him. Google Parsons, follow the links here. . . very simply, Parsons was a rocket scientist, co-founder of JPL, and very seriously, deeply, into magick. Friends with Crowley, friends with Hubbard.

I hadn't been thinking about Parsons, Crowley, Scientology, or rockets lately, so I have no idea where all that came from.

Oregon Coast and the Navy: Responsible for (Some) UFO Events?

The Oregon coast, and in particular the Lincoln county area (Waldport, Yachats,Newport, Toledo,) has its share of UFO events. The Reeves case in the 1960s is a classic; complete with strange multi-colored lights, three very odd high strangeness furry entities walking across a field, UFOs, . . . and I've been wondering off and on through the years if a lot of these sightings, including the Reeves case (where UFOs were seen all over the area, not just at their home on Pioneer Mountain just outside of Newport near Toledo) weren't due to military/naval projects.

Naveed at Naveed's Realm had an interesting post recently about hidden bases in Oregon, including the Oregon coast:Hidden Bases in My Locale...Oregon!

In today's paper I read the following:Lawmakers voice concerns about expanded Navy training along coast Oregon’s congressional delegates say the fishing fleet’s safety is among the issues that need more time for public input, by Wintston Ross.

FLORENCE — Submarines can sink fishing boats, hooking into the nets of midwater trawl boats and rolling the vessels like an alligator in a swamp. Lincoln County Commissioner Terry Thompson said he knows of at least eight boats downed by subs off the West Coast in the decades he’s been a fisherman. He has lost five friends in such incidents, he said.

“One boat hooked into a submarine and got dragged sideways, at 6 knots,” Thompson said. “The crew was sitting at the back deck and the captain was at the wheelhouse. Only one crewman lived to tell the story.”

So when Thompson found out recently that the Navy was planning on expanding the training it does in a 126,000-square-mile swath of the Pacific Ocean between Washington and California, he wanted to make sure the military has Oregon’s fishing fleet in mind.

The navy was very quiet about their plans, taking area residents by surprise and not giving much time for citizens to speak their minds about such plans. Among other things, whales are in danger from the Navy's exercises.

And it seems the navy's been around in that area for some time:

Many people may not know the Navy trains out there in the first place, even though it’s been going on since the early 1900s and includes exploding bombs underwater, firing missiles and 5-inch naval guns, and doing high-intensity sonar testing.

Naveed found that one underground base in the Lincoln County area;

here we go, the first base in Oregon that I found is located around the Lincoln City area (on the gorgeous Oregon Coast) in the Van Duzer Corridor. There people have seen everything from weird lights to army bases somewhere in the woods. One couple apparently even had some missing time out in that area, which tends to be a good sign of alien abduction.

It's quite possible some of the UFO and anomalous related events were, and are, due to naval and other military actions on the coast.

One Hell of a Heavy Dream About Aliens

Last night I had a very intense and vivid dream; a lucid dream (waking up during the dream commenting that I had to be sure to write it down and tell it to others when I awoke) and I even woke up during the dream, went back to sleep, and continued the dream.

BEHIND THE SHED
I'm talking with my mother, who tells me she ran into the woman who lived next door to us when we were kids. The woman "Mrs. Smith" told my mom she had reclaimed a patch of yard from behind our shed.

At first, I didn't know what mom was talking about. My mother was insistent: "Remember, you and grandma would go back there and do stuff, plant things." No, I didn't remember. It wouldn't make sense for us to go back there and "plant things" since it was dark and overgrown, and not much room.

(In real life, we did have a neighbor, we did have a long narrow shed that we rarely used or went in back of. There were some overgrown bushes completely covering a fence; a house in back of that, and Mrs. Smith's on one side, an alley or walkway on the other and the alley behind that.)

After a lot of pressing on my mother's part, I did remember. And I became unglued. For yes, I did remember: going back there with my grandmother all right. I remembered the abuse; the sexual abuse that went on back there.

I couldn't believe it. I was devastated. In the dream, I was crying, all these memories just came flooding in. I was screaming at my mother: "All these years, all these years! And why now, at this late age? Why now, after so much time, do I finally remember this horrible past?!"

I am just so ... angry, and sad. And yet somehow I'm not surprised. In the dream, I say that I have to tell others, and deal with this.

SPONTANEOUS DRAWINGS
A few days go by. My mom and I are in the house we grew up in (the one where, in "real life" she saw a UFO, and where I had my interactions with the "puppet wolves" and my "invisible aliens.") I tell her I have something extremely important to tell her -- to show her. I am agitated. Scared. I have a sense of urgency.

She asks me if it's about my grandmother, and what happened behind the shed. Yes, I say, but. . .

I remembered, a sort of dream within the dream that, yes, my grandmother and I did go behind the shed, but it wasn't abuse. She did not abuse me.

She and I had interactions with aliens. We'd go back there to meet with them.

Then I showed my mother drawings I made of what they looked like. Oddly enough, not of their faces -- it seems even in dreams I can't remember their faces -- but drawings of their hands, which were sort of claw like, semi-webbed hands, and their clothing, wide, red sleeves stopping just short of their wrists. I show her these drawings I've made, in colored pencil, that I've scanned into the computer. I'm scrolling through on the laptop, showing her drawing after drawing.

I am shocked that I remember this in such detail and it all comes back to me, after all these years, and in such a spontaneous way. I am not happy; this isn't a good thing and it's scary. I realize I have to tell people. In fact, in the dream I speak with one UFO researcher who tells me it's unusual to have "spontaneous recall" in such detail. He's surprised I remember this without being hypnotized.

I keep saying to my mother things like: "This shit really happened! It really happened! That's what was going on back there!"

I don't like this at all. Not at all.

Well, dreams are strange. Relating dreams are always tricky, for one thing, most people (at least in this culture) think they're boring, unless they're your own. And it's impossible to convey the emotional strength, the intensity of a dream. In this dream, the emotions were just overwhelming, along with the fear.

Synchronistic Linguistics and Twilight Language

I'm not sure what either one of them means; like other terms, such as exo-politics, disclosure, and post modernism, the definitions seem murky and ever shifting. But I like what I think I think those terms mean. Anyone out there who wants to educate me on these terms -- synchrnonistic linguistics, twilight language -- feel free. I know Loren Coleman refers to twilight language a lot, but haven't figured out exactly what it is.

In the meantime, I found the following article on the Paranoia Magazine site: Synchronistic Linguistics in The Matrix; Or How Bob Dobbs Became the Tetrad Manager, by Robert Guffey.

I do know I've been fascinated by juxtapositions and images as language for many years. Patterns, comparisons, startlingly little items that seemingly have nothing to do with each other and yet, for whatever reason, I see a connection. Or a . . . something. Maybe it's just the Fortean inclined mind.

Teeny Drone Plane

Lots of chemtrail activity in Eugene past few days, with some unusual for this area formations; criss crosses, bends, and so on. The other day I was looking up at the sky full of trails, curious if I'd see one of those round white spheres, or, just a "whatever." I didn't see any spheres, but I did see something I'd never seen before: a teeny "plane." At first I thought it was a seagull, but quickly found it wasn't. It was high up, but not that high. And it looked so weird at first because it was so small. . . out of context. It was a "plane" in that it was shaped like a plane, and moved like a plane (straight across the sky) but, given it's location in the sky it was strangely small. Like a toy plane thrown up there.

It was all white, from what I could see, no markings or windows.

It could have been someone's remote controlled toy, but I didn't see anyone in the open fields around us, and it just didn't seem like it. Either something to do with the trials, some kind of monitoring device, taking atmospheric readings, or something to do with spying.

L.O.W.F.I. Official Blog!

Thanks to Skylaire and Iggy for their hard work with L.O.W.F.I. and now, the blog. The blog/site offers individual state blogs of Fortean goodness, for example, Lesley is the representative for New Mexico, I'm for western Oregon, and so on. There's so much more to come so keep watching.

Paratopia Podcast with Jeremy Vaeni and Jeff Ritzman

Paratopia: I goofed; I thought the podcast interview was aired live; my mistake. The interview took place, but it's pre-recorded. I don't know when it will air -- as soon as I know I'll post it here. Meanwhile, you can check out their site and listen to the previous podcasts with Bill Birnes, Strieber, and Dr. Matloff. All great interviews. I had a great time; enjoyed both Jeremy and Jeff very much, but I think I just rambled on; I was very tired and just got home from work. Some interesting things came out of it though!

New Trickster's Realm

Lots of new posts at Women Of Esoterica.

My new Trickster's Realm on Binnall of America will be up sometime tomorrow. This week's column discusses my observations that, no matter how very strange one's experiences may be, there are others who have the same experience.

I'll be on the Paratopia podcast tomorrow night. (6:00 PM Pacific.)

Paratopia Interview Monday Night

I'll be interviewed by Jeremy Vaeni and Jeff Ritzman on their Paratopia podcast this Monday. 6pm Pacific time. We'll be talking about "paranormal bigfoot" among other things. You can listen live or download the podcast for free.

If you haven't heard the program, listen to their interview with Bill Birnes of UFO Hunters. It's a great interview, I really like what Bill had to say about most things, and I found out some things about Bill I didn't know. The guy is no slouch, let me tell you!

Raccoon Synchronicites

Raccoon synchronicity: The Daily Grail has a post about Dr. Kary Mullis: DNA, LSD, and Alien Abductions.

Speaking of The Daily Grail, the Magonia blog reviews Darklore Volume II. Er, they didn't think much of my article: "The rest is less good I fear, . . . Regan Lee’s ‘Mothman and Other Synchronicities’ says very little" but oh well, I still get paid, and John Rimmer did like some of the articles, including Theo Paijman’s (an excellent writer) The Dark Cohorts.

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