Sunday, April 25, 2010
Skeptoids Infiltrate UFO Fest
I have a new post at UFO Mystic: Ha! I knew it: Skeptics Infiltrate McMinnville UFO Fest.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Update on Local Sighting
Update on local sighting, or: When, Um, Being Relaxed and Venus Collide . . .
A few days ago I posted about a story I got second hand about a UFO sighting not far from where I live. I wondered at the report that the object, which seemed to change color, lasted for "forty five minutes." I was never able to get to talk to the people directly, but another second hand story about this: they were, well, ... "relaxed" and looking at the night sky. Turns out, Jim determined from asking various questions, they were looking at Venus. I had mentioned in the earlier post they had also seen a red light coming down; they don't remember much, if anything, about that, lol. Okay then.
A few days ago I posted about a story I got second hand about a UFO sighting not far from where I live. I wondered at the report that the object, which seemed to change color, lasted for "forty five minutes." I was never able to get to talk to the people directly, but another second hand story about this: they were, well, ... "relaxed" and looking at the night sky. Turns out, Jim determined from asking various questions, they were looking at Venus. I had mentioned in the earlier post they had also seen a red light coming down; they don't remember much, if anything, about that, lol. Okay then.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Alfred Lehmberg on Church of Mabus
Interview with Alfred Lehmberg on Jeffery Pritchett's Church of Mabus. I like this one; one thing of many things I liked was what Alfred had to say about closure, and I'm paraphrasing: "Where is it writ," he says, "that we have to have closure?" in regards to all this kind of stuff, experience, UFOs. . . "It's what we're learning on the way," or something like that, as I say, I'm quoting from memory.
The Antennae Behind The Orb; White Wolf and Coyote
This morning I had a dream about my being Indian. I’m outside a building, a combination school and dormitory-apartment, which is by a river with reeds growing on the banks. Up ahead of me a few yards away, across from the river, is a storage shed, door open.
I’m signing, very well, very loud, very powerfully. (in reality, I can’t sing worth a damn, people literally laugh at me when I try.) I’m singing about being Indian, and my grandfather’s story: Cherokee and Lenape. I sing that “even though everyone says they’re part Cherokee, he really was” (true) and that he, his mother, was also Lenape (true.) I sing about going back to Kansas to be with family. (never been to Kansas, don't know anyone in family who's from Kansas.) I sing about how we’re from the Wolf Clan (not true, though Wolf Clan is a Lenape clan, and I was informally given that designation by a Native person.) I sing about how people in the family said it was just a rumor, he wasn’t really Indian, how my mother said it was true, how I remember my grandfather telling me it was true, how some talked about drunken Indians in the family, and how while I’m basically white girl, my bother’s cheekbones are high and if you look at him, no doubt. (all true.) I sing about how my grandfather once showed me a beautiful soft white leather dress, his mother’s regalia, decorated with intricate embroidered and beaded flowers, and flowing with fringe, and how it was to be a secret between us. (not true.)
I am singing loud, clear, beautifully, powerfully. All the while I’m watching coyotes and wolves watching me, through the reeds, from the interior of the storage shed. They’re all around. Coyote is no mere inferior cousin of Wolf, he’s as powerful and individual as Wolf, just different. Make no mistake in underestimating Coyote. Or, of course, Wolf. One wolf is pure white. They’re my watchers and guardians, but a distance must also be maintained. They’re not playthings. They will bite me if I treat them disrespectfully.
And while Im signing, there is a crystal ball sitting on the ground near me. It’s mine. But it isn’t a crystal ball; not for the purpose of “fortune telling,” it has another purpose. It’s in dormant mode now. It’s “off.” I’m not sure what it’s for, just that it’s part of what I’m doing here. The glass of the orb is dull in this mode, it’s like a light bulb that isn’t turned on; opaque.
As I’m signing this song, people I know who are Native walk up the path alongside the river, towards me, they're on their way to the building behind me. They work and live here, with me, in this place. They like what I’m singing and encourage me to visit the reservation and share. (these are people I really do know in “real” life.) I tell them no, I don’t want to appropriate, or to disrespect, or “play Indian.” They assure me it won’t be like that.
I wake up, holding onto the dream. Once again I have had a dream about wolves, and White Wolf in particular. Jim and I are awake, just talking about our plans for the day, my eyes are closed, and one of the slide - show mind postcards shoots into my mind’s eye. I see a brilliant, glowing from within orb, white. Someone, something, is holding the orb up in front of its face, and behind the orb, are two long antennae. The creature holding the orb is some kind of sentient insectoid being. I can’t see its face, the orb is covering it. This being seems familar but I don't know from where, or anything more. . .
The intensity of the “vision” startled me, though it didn’t scare me. It wasn’t until later this morning I made the connection between the dormant orb in my dream and the orb held up by the faceless insect.
Related posts:
Grasshopper Canyon
The Watercolor Alien Ant
Shared Experiences: Rh Negative
Mothman, Puppet Wolves and the Nunahee
I’m signing, very well, very loud, very powerfully. (in reality, I can’t sing worth a damn, people literally laugh at me when I try.) I’m singing about being Indian, and my grandfather’s story: Cherokee and Lenape. I sing that “even though everyone says they’re part Cherokee, he really was” (true) and that he, his mother, was also Lenape (true.) I sing about going back to Kansas to be with family. (never been to Kansas, don't know anyone in family who's from Kansas.) I sing about how we’re from the Wolf Clan (not true, though Wolf Clan is a Lenape clan, and I was informally given that designation by a Native person.) I sing about how people in the family said it was just a rumor, he wasn’t really Indian, how my mother said it was true, how I remember my grandfather telling me it was true, how some talked about drunken Indians in the family, and how while I’m basically white girl, my bother’s cheekbones are high and if you look at him, no doubt. (all true.) I sing about how my grandfather once showed me a beautiful soft white leather dress, his mother’s regalia, decorated with intricate embroidered and beaded flowers, and flowing with fringe, and how it was to be a secret between us. (not true.)
I am singing loud, clear, beautifully, powerfully. All the while I’m watching coyotes and wolves watching me, through the reeds, from the interior of the storage shed. They’re all around. Coyote is no mere inferior cousin of Wolf, he’s as powerful and individual as Wolf, just different. Make no mistake in underestimating Coyote. Or, of course, Wolf. One wolf is pure white. They’re my watchers and guardians, but a distance must also be maintained. They’re not playthings. They will bite me if I treat them disrespectfully.
And while Im signing, there is a crystal ball sitting on the ground near me. It’s mine. But it isn’t a crystal ball; not for the purpose of “fortune telling,” it has another purpose. It’s in dormant mode now. It’s “off.” I’m not sure what it’s for, just that it’s part of what I’m doing here. The glass of the orb is dull in this mode, it’s like a light bulb that isn’t turned on; opaque.
As I’m signing this song, people I know who are Native walk up the path alongside the river, towards me, they're on their way to the building behind me. They work and live here, with me, in this place. They like what I’m singing and encourage me to visit the reservation and share. (these are people I really do know in “real” life.) I tell them no, I don’t want to appropriate, or to disrespect, or “play Indian.” They assure me it won’t be like that.
I wake up, holding onto the dream. Once again I have had a dream about wolves, and White Wolf in particular. Jim and I are awake, just talking about our plans for the day, my eyes are closed, and one of the slide - show mind postcards shoots into my mind’s eye. I see a brilliant, glowing from within orb, white. Someone, something, is holding the orb up in front of its face, and behind the orb, are two long antennae. The creature holding the orb is some kind of sentient insectoid being. I can’t see its face, the orb is covering it. This being seems familar but I don't know from where, or anything more. . .
The intensity of the “vision” startled me, though it didn’t scare me. It wasn’t until later this morning I made the connection between the dormant orb in my dream and the orb held up by the faceless insect.
Related posts:
Grasshopper Canyon
The Watercolor Alien Ant
Shared Experiences: Rh Negative
Mothman, Puppet Wolves and the Nunahee
Friday, April 16, 2010
Making It Harder For Themselves: Skeptics Film Strange Lights
Lesley of The Debris Field and a blogger at UFO Mystic posted the following link: UFO Skeptics Film Strange Objects In The Powys Night Sky.
I was interested in (besides the lights themselves and the UADs in the area, of course) the skeptic angle on this.
So when confronted with proof UFOs exist, as in this case, where lights were photographed, the skeptic has to deal.
Who knows what these lights are; they could be anything. But the fact is, they're something. Forgeting aliens for a moment, let's assume the lights are from man made objects. Still UFOs, since we don't know what they are. Classified military technology? Private industrial craft; areospace technologies soon to be revealed? Shadow government experiments for sinister purposes? Mind control, weather control, social manipulation? Who knows? But it's something. We shouldn't be so
cavalier as to think unexplained lights in the sky are "just" weird lights, nothing to get excited about.
I was interested in (besides the lights themselves and the UADs in the area, of course) the skeptic angle on this.
And a UFO sceptic from Machynlleth has been left questioning whether such things do exist after filming unexplained orange lights in the sky.Such things "do exist" these suchly things being UFOs, or, strange lights in the sky. What does the skepti-bunkie think terms like "unexplained lights" mean? People see weird lights and objects all the time, and yet, the pathological skeptics persist in their bewildering stance that UFOs don't exist. Intentionally confusing UFOs with aliens from space, skeptoids reject reports of UFOs as being anything interesting, and anything meaningful, let alone aliens.
So when confronted with proof UFOs exist, as in this case, where lights were photographed, the skeptic has to deal.
“I am a bit sceptical when it comes to things like UFOs and aliens but I would be interested in finding out what exactly I did film,” he concluded.This is where skeptoids make it harder for themselves. UFOs doesn't mean alien, although my opinion is that aliens very likely do exist, but that's another topic. UFOs means Unidentified Flying Object, and it's both very funny as well as ridiculously frustrating that this is still being pointed out. Accepting that this skeptic doesn't accept the idea of aliens, what is there not to accept about UFOs?!
Who knows what these lights are; they could be anything. But the fact is, they're something. Forgeting aliens for a moment, let's assume the lights are from man made objects. Still UFOs, since we don't know what they are. Classified military technology? Private industrial craft; areospace technologies soon to be revealed? Shadow government experiments for sinister purposes? Mind control, weather control, social manipulation? Who knows? But it's something. We shouldn't be so
cavalier as to think unexplained lights in the sky are "just" weird lights, nothing to get excited about.
Evil Clown Business a Success
It's almost a Fortean cliche that clowns are evil, scary, and creepy, as well as shadowy and who knows, even inter-dimensional things. I don't like clowns, and I really mean that. At best they're insipid and seedy, no matter how well intentioned, but usually they're downright mean, nasty and scary. Don't like them.
This fear and loathing towards clowns is felt by many, and many have picked up on this disgust towards the costumed and unsavory. From Stephen King's IT to Killer Clowns From Space and all kinds of Fortean stuff about clowns in vans, for example, this fear and creeped out reaction has been noticed, and exploited by many. Including this, um, creative I guess, I'll give him that, actor in Switzerland.
Evil clown is a scary success Dominic Deville (last name no doubt pronounced "d-vill" but the word denotes "devil" if we're playing the Fortean name game) hires himself out as an evil clown for children's parties. This is all good clean funny fun for some, and Deville says that if kids get scared they drop the evil clown thing right away.
Related posts:
On my blog Vintage U.F.O.:
Return of Phantom Clowns,
Mibs, Clowns and Helicopters
This fear and loathing towards clowns is felt by many, and many have picked up on this disgust towards the costumed and unsavory. From Stephen King's IT to Killer Clowns From Space and all kinds of Fortean stuff about clowns in vans, for example, this fear and creeped out reaction has been noticed, and exploited by many. Including this, um, creative I guess, I'll give him that, actor in Switzerland.
Evil clown is a scary success Dominic Deville (last name no doubt pronounced "d-vill" but the word denotes "devil" if we're playing the Fortean name game) hires himself out as an evil clown for children's parties. This is all good clean funny fun for some, and Deville says that if kids get scared they drop the evil clown thing right away.
After he is hired to scare a birthday boy or girl, he first contacts his 'victims' to tell them they're being watched.I love that "if at any point ... their parents are concerned..." wouldn't parents figure that out before they hired a scary clown for their kids party?
Then he taunts them with texts, phone calls and booby-trapped letters warning them that at sometime in their party he's going to smash a cake into their face.
"It's all in fun and if at any point the kids get scared or their parents are concerned we stop right there," he explained.
"But most kids absolutely love being scared senseless."
Related posts:
On my blog Vintage U.F.O.:
Return of Phantom Clowns,
Mibs, Clowns and Helicopters
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Eugene, Oregon UFO Sighting
Details are very sketchy at this point, I heard this second hand, but I hope to talk to the witnesses soon. In the North Eugene area, three witnesses had a night time sighting of a very bright "brighter than a star" round object that moved about in the sky; witnesses observed it moving around for about 45 min. The object changed color having a multi colored effect. At one point a smaller reddish-orange orb shaped object seemed to have come out of the larger multi colored one and got closer to the witnesses, zooming and dancing around near the tree lines . . . as I say, I haven't spoken with the witnesses directly, and it's so far just a "more lights in the sky" kind of story. But I know the witnesses, and so does the person who told me about it, and I know they're not making anything up for funzies. I do find it interesting a smaller object came out of the larger one; which fits into other reports of a similar nature.
Most of all, for myself, I always wonder: if it's not ET, and not some kind of paranormal-portal visiting entity, etc. then it's ours. So if it's man made, and ours, what's that all about? What's it doing up there, what's it doing in a populated area in a smallish to medium sized city, what's it doing there behaving both covertly (cover of night) and yet overtly (colored lights, either unaware of, or not caring about, being seen.)
Another possibility: someone's remote controlled toy, but I don't see why someone would be standing out there in the cold, dark drizzle playing around with something like that, and why the two objects, though anything's possible.
Of course, the witnesses stood around for 45 min. watching the thing... so if a person is motivated enough, and an Oregonian, cool night air and some rain isn't going to bother you.
Hopefully I can get more info soon.
Most of all, for myself, I always wonder: if it's not ET, and not some kind of paranormal-portal visiting entity, etc. then it's ours. So if it's man made, and ours, what's that all about? What's it doing up there, what's it doing in a populated area in a smallish to medium sized city, what's it doing there behaving both covertly (cover of night) and yet overtly (colored lights, either unaware of, or not caring about, being seen.)
Another possibility: someone's remote controlled toy, but I don't see why someone would be standing out there in the cold, dark drizzle playing around with something like that, and why the two objects, though anything's possible.
Of course, the witnesses stood around for 45 min. watching the thing... so if a person is motivated enough, and an Oregonian, cool night air and some rain isn't going to bother you.
Hopefully I can get more info soon.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Interview with Nick Redfern at Ghastly Door
Interview with Nick Redfern at the Ghastly Door site. Print, not audio.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Paratopia Interviews Phil Imbrogno
This is a great interview on Paratopia with Phil Imbrogno, which aired April 2nd. If you haven't heard it yet please listen. Just about everything Imbrogno says makes a lot of sense about UFOs and "high strangeness" among other things. In many ways, what I and many others right now are saying, falls into much of what Imbrogno has to say. I still like the idea that parts of the UFO stuff are aliens from outer space in their fantastic flying machines, but that still leaves a vast amount of room for "Beyond UFOs, ta ta ta dum!" .... anyway. Take a listen. Here's the blurb from Paraptopia that I stole:
Paratopia Episode 61: Phil Imbrogno From The Edge
Paranormal investigator Phil Imbrogno is back to talk about his new book, Files From The Edge: A Paranormal Investigator’s Explorations Into High Strangeness. First, he explains why he left the slums of ufology for high strangeness pastures. This episode covers everything from ghosts to time distortions to djinn to UFOs to the people reporting them. This is an episode that validates our stance on ufology… and we didn’t even steer the conversation there.
Friday, April 9, 2010
The "Real" Grasshopper Canyon
When I wrote my post 'Grasshopper Canyon' (see the two posts below) I had no idea there was really a canyon in the Southwest by that name. I had just titled my experience Grasshopper Canyon because of the giant grasshoppers, living in a dormant state, in a canyon. So I was surprised to find that there is an actual canyon in New Mexico called Grasshopper Canyon. I wanted to find out more; for one thing, why is the place named "grasshopper" canyon. According to The Place Names of New Mexico, by Robert Hixson Julyan, "insect names" are not usually used as place names in New Mexico, but there are two canyons and one river named grasshopper in that state.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
On The Heels of Locusts. . .
Well, here's a bit of tricksterish synchronicity; I had posted my Grasshopper Canyon post (see post below) this morning. Just now, getting home from work, I checked Rense.com and found a link to the following clip:
Grasshopper Canyon
I love these weird little bits of, whatever they are. I was drifting off to sleep, still awake, in that warm delicious place between wake and sleep, when the slide show started. Often when I'm in this mild trance like kind of state, images start to flood my mind; one after the other, vivid, intricate images like moving postcards, but they don't last for more than few seconds. They're almost unrelated to each other, and, almost always unrelated to me. The images are usually of people in various settings and places. Global. It's as if I'm watching a TV screen gone crazy; a scene here, then, gone! Flash forward to another, and another. Sometimes this scares me a little because I don't know what these people and places have to do with me; it's as if I've wandered into someone else's dream, or head. Often I hear voices; but don't really catch anything, because it's all so fast, and a lot of the time it's even in another language.Once in awhile things slow down a bit and it seems as if I can stay, wander around, figure this thing out, but I'm whoosed off again.
It's very startling when, on occassion, one of the people in a scene will see me and look right at me; we're both equally started. Neither one of us expected to be there. Once in awhile they seem pissed off that I've intruded. And, occasionally, these scenes aren't so mundane, they take on a more paranormal or high strangeness aspect. (Like my flying over rocks and ocean and meeting up with a Sasquatch. . .)
Oregon author and psychic Nahu had interesting things to say to me about these experiences; that they're just typical psychic tapping into the grid. That's not how he put it; he said it more eloquently than that! He advised me to just let it be and go with it. I usually do but sometimes it's a bit scary and unnerving.
Not as often as I'd like but it's during these times that I'll have an OOBE; the scenes fade out and are replaced by rushing, roaring sounds, chimes, even singing, and I leave my body.
So last night I was in bed but awake. I was half listening to Coast to Coast. Steve Quale was the guest; he was talking about giants in the Grand Canyon, hidden history and artifacts. I wasn't paying much attention because of distractions in the house and I was ready to turn it off to go to sleep, just waiting for things to settle down in the house. I had just turned off the radio and immediately fell into that in between place, and I "fell" into a very deep and narrow canyon. And all around me were giant grasshoppers. By giant I mean ten feet tall. They were in a light sleep, or dormant state, in the rocks, the walls, of the canyon, and barely visible. They were well hidden and yet pale, almost translucent. They were a pale white, with a very slight green tinge, just a hint of color. I didn't like it here one bit; the giant grasshoppers were bad enough, but the canyon itself was spooky. The canyon, the physical place itself of rock and earth and water, was a living, intelligent, cognizant entity, and as alien as any outer space being. (Or maybe we were/are the "aliens" on this earth.) Then I had the awareness that there's soemthing about the physical geography of canyons that make them generators, or conduits, for alien (both terra and extraterrestrial) entities. My mind then went to the canyon where the Bales brothers saw the giant triangle in Idaho. I'd never been to that location - never been to Idaho -- but somewhere, I was there. And it was as spooky as the grasshoppers, for the canyon itself was a living, breathing entity ancient and aware.
Like the deserts, where many mystical experiences occur, as well as the flying saucer related experiences of the Contactees, the land itself seems to be an active participant in UFO/craft and alien encounters.
I think I'm going somewhere with all this but not sure where yet.
It's very startling when, on occassion, one of the people in a scene will see me and look right at me; we're both equally started. Neither one of us expected to be there. Once in awhile they seem pissed off that I've intruded. And, occasionally, these scenes aren't so mundane, they take on a more paranormal or high strangeness aspect. (Like my flying over rocks and ocean and meeting up with a Sasquatch. . .)
Oregon author and psychic Nahu had interesting things to say to me about these experiences; that they're just typical psychic tapping into the grid. That's not how he put it; he said it more eloquently than that! He advised me to just let it be and go with it. I usually do but sometimes it's a bit scary and unnerving.
Not as often as I'd like but it's during these times that I'll have an OOBE; the scenes fade out and are replaced by rushing, roaring sounds, chimes, even singing, and I leave my body.
So last night I was in bed but awake. I was half listening to Coast to Coast. Steve Quale was the guest; he was talking about giants in the Grand Canyon, hidden history and artifacts. I wasn't paying much attention because of distractions in the house and I was ready to turn it off to go to sleep, just waiting for things to settle down in the house. I had just turned off the radio and immediately fell into that in between place, and I "fell" into a very deep and narrow canyon. And all around me were giant grasshoppers. By giant I mean ten feet tall. They were in a light sleep, or dormant state, in the rocks, the walls, of the canyon, and barely visible. They were well hidden and yet pale, almost translucent. They were a pale white, with a very slight green tinge, just a hint of color. I didn't like it here one bit; the giant grasshoppers were bad enough, but the canyon itself was spooky. The canyon, the physical place itself of rock and earth and water, was a living, intelligent, cognizant entity, and as alien as any outer space being. (Or maybe we were/are the "aliens" on this earth.) Then I had the awareness that there's soemthing about the physical geography of canyons that make them generators, or conduits, for alien (both terra and extraterrestrial) entities. My mind then went to the canyon where the Bales brothers saw the giant triangle in Idaho. I'd never been to that location - never been to Idaho -- but somewhere, I was there. And it was as spooky as the grasshoppers, for the canyon itself was a living, breathing entity ancient and aware.
Like the deserts, where many mystical experiences occur, as well as the flying saucer related experiences of the Contactees, the land itself seems to be an active participant in UFO/craft and alien encounters.
I think I'm going somewhere with all this but not sure where yet.
- Related post: Nahu's Psychic Bigfoot Experience and Words About Beckjord
- UFO Digest: High Strangeness on the Ranch
- Alien Ant Watercolor
- Green Warty Visitations
- See: My introduction to Tim Beckley's reprint of Contactee Dana Howard's Over the Threshold.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
New TR Up at Binnall of America
My new Trickster's Realm is up at Binnall of America; this one is on the two different chupacabra themes. A Chupie Meme.
Jerry Springers in UFO Land
Erik at his blog Contact had a great post the other day about UFO researchers leaving the field, ostensibly due to what they say is a disgust about the loony fringe. Erik has another great post now about "personality driven" UFO study: Personality Driven UFOlogy: the Id vs. The Phenomenon (which isn't any kind of study at all, but a bash fest, whether it's overt, or more sublte, like the "new thugs" I wrote about a few years ago.) He writes:
I don't understand a lot of what goes on in this regard, but one thing I really don't understand is the name calling and attacks flung at individuals who are just trying to tell their story. The stories may be bizzare and hard to believe, at least literally, and the person may be confused, or misinterpreting events, or . . . but if we're in this field out of a geniune sense of getting at things, we wouldn't be so quick to dismiss those things that offend us, at first meeting, because of their surreal nature. Isn't that what research is about? Instead of calling someone an idiot or moon bat because they insist they saw Bigfoot carrying an orb of light, heading towards a landed UFO, some authentic investigation into the event is what's needed. Not sarcastic jokey throw away antics like decreeing these individuals belong in some kind of moon bat file.
Since when did phenomena take a back seat to the individuals studying it? What happened to the awe of the subject matter? Has society become so petty and egocentric that it finds the figures investigating the unknowable more fascinating than the topic of investigation itself? It would appear to be so. And how sad it is that not only has Ufology's prominent figures become celebritized, they now seem to be so desperate for the status and attention their celebrity has brought them, they will attack fellow researchers or investigators just to keep the lime light. Where is the Ufology in this? Apalling, sophomoric tactics and innocuous accusations are blinding them, if not everyone, to the actual study! The actual phenomenon! No wonder a lot of folks want nothing to do with this field of study. It's not because it is not interesting or compelling but because its progenitors with all manor of antics have driven them away. It's a dog eat dog mad house.I think part of this infighting -- which isn't new really, research has always been this way in many ways -- is due to a trickster effect. It's part of the game; distractions from what's really going on. You can't have one without the other. But that aside, it's still sad, still stupid, and still annoying as hell. It's a given the trickster effect likes to cause mischief, but that doesn't mean it's to be encouraged or condoned.
I don't understand a lot of what goes on in this regard, but one thing I really don't understand is the name calling and attacks flung at individuals who are just trying to tell their story. The stories may be bizzare and hard to believe, at least literally, and the person may be confused, or misinterpreting events, or . . . but if we're in this field out of a geniune sense of getting at things, we wouldn't be so quick to dismiss those things that offend us, at first meeting, because of their surreal nature. Isn't that what research is about? Instead of calling someone an idiot or moon bat because they insist they saw Bigfoot carrying an orb of light, heading towards a landed UFO, some authentic investigation into the event is what's needed. Not sarcastic jokey throw away antics like decreeing these individuals belong in some kind of moon bat file.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Shared Experiences: Rh Negative
It's been a part of the UFO high strangeness lore that people with Rh negative blood are more prone to experiencing contact with entities of an alien nature, along with sightings of craft, and all kinds of extreme anomalous events.
The Rh negative blood type connection continues, with another highly interesting post at Dan Mitchell's new blog Luminosity. In his post Rh Negatives, Mitchell describes his interaction with an alien/insectoid type being -- described as praying mantis like -- along with life long high strangeness elements, such as a bizarre humming. The being tells him a little something about humans with Rh negative blood:
There was some synchronicity in coming across Dan's post. For the past couple of weeks I've been trying to write about the Rh factor in UFO experiences, but just couldn't come up with a focus, a direction. I've also been working on something in regards to some of my experiences, centering around a "dream" I had involving a very tall, white skinned, large black eyed "Geisha" woman inside a domed spaceship. The image Mitchell uses with his post reminded me of that, even though my Geisha woman alien didn't quite like look that; for one thing, she had jet black hair, and while spindly, didn't look too insectoid, yet Jim's "Alien Ant Watercolor" reminds me of that experience. It seems that, with these experiences, in trying to get at them we juxtapose images in an attempt to invoke a revelation to those experiences.
But back to the blood; yes, I'm Rh negative as well.
The Rh negative blood type connection continues, with another highly interesting post at Dan Mitchell's new blog Luminosity. In his post Rh Negatives, Mitchell describes his interaction with an alien/insectoid type being -- described as praying mantis like -- along with life long high strangeness elements, such as a bizarre humming. The being tells him a little something about humans with Rh negative blood:
I first asked why this was happening to my family. It's response was that I was the focus of these events and not my family. The reason for this focus was due to my having RH negative blood. I was made to understand that there was some sort of familial bond due to my blood type and genetic makeup. I was then told that people with RH negative blood have largely been the focus of this phenomenon (though not always) because those RH negative people worked as gateways through which these beings could enter into this world. I don't entirely understand the meaning of that link. These beings have some sort of symbiotic relationship to the human mind that I don't entirely understand yet. I was told that this was occuring because our development had intersected with theirs and that it was "the natural turning of events".Earlier in the post Mitchell writes:
I had questioned whether or not I was losing my mind, but the words of my children and the shared experiences with my wife led to me realize that this wasn't the case. - [italics mine]Just when you think you're going crazy, or are crazy, that you've created all this for whatever bizzare or pathological reason, or that you're simply a goof, you realize that there are others in your life that have these same experiences --sometimes these exact same experiences -- witnesses to your own strange world that are confirmed by your spouse (in my case, Jim) or another family member, a close friend, etc. This confirmation brings some comfort in knowing you're not crazy after all, but that's quickly replaced by a low rumble of confusion, fear, and awe, even. Because then you know, that others see and experience the same things, which means that those "things" are out there after all.
There was some synchronicity in coming across Dan's post. For the past couple of weeks I've been trying to write about the Rh factor in UFO experiences, but just couldn't come up with a focus, a direction. I've also been working on something in regards to some of my experiences, centering around a "dream" I had involving a very tall, white skinned, large black eyed "Geisha" woman inside a domed spaceship. The image Mitchell uses with his post reminded me of that, even though my Geisha woman alien didn't quite like look that; for one thing, she had jet black hair, and while spindly, didn't look too insectoid, yet Jim's "Alien Ant Watercolor" reminds me of that experience. It seems that, with these experiences, in trying to get at them we juxtapose images in an attempt to invoke a revelation to those experiences.
But back to the blood; yes, I'm Rh negative as well.
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