Local Talk on "Visitors"

Little item in today's local paper: 'Talk on 'visitors' scheduled.' At the Science Factory, (a museum/educational venue) the following first of five scheduled lectures in a series will take place. The first one is "We are the Universe: Visitors to Our Solar System." 

...the talk will explore science fiction and true stories of human fascination with life on other planets, moons, and unidentified lying objects on Earth.

From the Science Factory's site, info on other talks in the series, like this one in May:

MAY 5: WHO'S LOOKING AT YOU KID?
Join us for an in-depth discussion of the Search for Extraterrestrial Intellligence (SETI). Where would it most likely to be found, where could its signals best be detected, and what might our responses be if we found it? We’ll answer these questions and more.

These talks are to be given by Steve Kilston, who has an impressive background, according to the Science Factory site. Kilston's hosted a "science radio talk show," and:

worked developing laser communications systems and anti-satellite weapons, participated in the Strategic Defense Initiative, designed the first high-resolution commercial remote sensing satellite, and most currently has been associated, through his work at Ball Aerospace and his association with the NASA Astrobiology Institute at the University of Colorado, with NASA's Terrestrial Planet Finder program. ..

It'd be interesting to know what spin speculations and theories about ET, etc. are given in this context.

Source: Register Guard, Monday April 26, 2010
Science Factory.org

Scary Cartoon - Triangle Dream

Last night's dream: my step-sister, who I haven't seen in a good ten years (true) visits me. We're so glad to see each other! There's another woman with her, about her age, a friend of hers. I'm sad her visit is going to be so short; just a couple of days. She's on her way to Tacoma, then down to Santa Cruz. (in reality, we all used to live in Santa Cruz and have family there; she currently lives in the Seattle area.)

We're in my house; this is one of my many dream-scapes. A large, older, rambling slightly dilapidated home, painted white, surrounded by a large, woodsy overgrown area. It's night; my sister insists we go outside on "an adventure." I don't want to but I want to spend time with her, so I go. There's a large concrete wading pool out there with stagnant water, and I slip into it. A weird looking man is around; he's responsible for this and it's funny, we all laugh, but it's also disturbing in some way but I shake it off.

We all stop and look up at the night sky. Almost directly above us, we see a black triangle. I can't believe it! I am very excited, and point, shouting: "Do you see that?! Look, look! How can you not see that?!" They look and see it, but almost turn away, in a strange state of apathy. But then they turn back and look up again. We all agree as to what we're seeing.

The triangle is black, with blue, white and red lights around the edges. The lights are big and round. To my surprise, the triangle abruptly changes shape; it's still a triangle, but becomes very chunky. It goes from a slim, large triangle to a small, very thick object. This is very disturbing to me; I become very scared. Something is not right about this thing at all! So many things occur to me at once: it's weird it changes from the "typical" triangle (large, thin, sleek,) to a wide, thick and small heavy dense thing, it's weird it's up there in the first place, it's weird it seems to be performing for us; waiting for us, and it's weird I see, yet again, another damn UFO. Who's going to believe me? I think, "how many UFOs do I need to see, why, and what's the point?"

 It's a man made object, as all the triangles are, * and yet. . . for some reason this is far more disturbing than aliens. And I also know that there are aliens involved in this somehow, even though the craft is "ours." In fact, we're suddenly aware of aliens right here, down here with us, right now. We just know, somehow, they came from the triangle, how, no idea, just know that they did. We can't see them, they're invisible, but we know they're here, just a few yards away from us. They're tall. How we know this without seeing them I don't know, I just know that we know. We really need to get the hell out of here. But we can't, we're frozen to the spot. We continue to watch the triangle.

 The changing shape of the triangle (from sleek and long to thick and small) is disturbing, in spite of the cartoon like smaller shape of the thing. Then a ridiculously silly thing happens; it sprouts a large, round antennae, with a revolving section on top. It's so 1950s! What kind of high tech, outer space from beyond, alien technology has something goofy like that? But as silly as it looks, as well as it being illogical, it's also scary. This thing is not acting right at all -- of course, the whole thing isn't right -- but behind this veneer of harmless, cartoon like appearance, is a very serious intent.

I can't escape the awareness that this thing is both man made and alien, and the object itself, while concurrently controlled by humans (as well as aliens?) is also sentient. The blending of human and alien is extremely disturbing.

Suddenly the triangle disappears. It doesn't move off at an alarming speed; it just, in the blink of an eye, flat out disappears. Gone. Or so we think; I then see three pinpoints of blinking lights, one at each corner of the triangle, which has now elongated back to its original large, thin size. The thing is still there, just camoflouged as part of the night sky. The three lights look like stars; if one wasn't paying much attention, the lights wouldn't be noticed.

The whole thing is very disturbing, very scary. I don't like one thing about this at all.

*I don't think the triangles are man made, I don't know. I have no idea; I go back and forth with the speculations. In the dream however, I had the knowledge that the triangles were man made, though aliens were still involved. Whether this is true or not, I have no idea.

Cafe Esoterica's Official Blog

Well, getting closer to the podcast world. You can follow the news about Cafe Esoterica here.

Skeptoids Infiltrate UFO Fest

I have a new post at UFO Mystic: Ha! I knew it: Skeptics Infiltrate McMinnville UFO Fest.

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.

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

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.

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.

After he is hired to scare a birthday boy or girl, he first contacts his 'victims' to tell them they're being watched.
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."

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?

Related posts:

On my blog Vintage U.F.O.:
Return of Phantom Clowns,

Mibs, Clowns and Helicopters

 

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.

Interview with Nick Redfern at Ghastly Door

Interview with Nick Redfern at the Ghastly Door site. Print, not audio.

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.

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.

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.

• Related post: Nahu's Psychic Bigfoot Experience and Words About Beckjord
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• UFO Digest: High Strangeness on the Ranch
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• Alien Ant Watercolor
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• Green Warty Visitations
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• See: My introduction to Tim Beckley's reprint of Contactee Dana Howard's Over the Threshold.