David Huggins and Crescent: Artistic Synchronicities

 Untitled, Regan Lee, oil pastel on paper

UFO researcher Farah Yurdozu was the guest on Coast to Coast last night. Much of the interview concerned her book Love In An Alien Purgatory:
The Life And Fantastic Art of David Huggins; the story of abductee/contactee and artist David Huggins. One of the gray like beings he had many interactions he called Crescent; an interesting name, I thought.

Huggins described some of the beings, including Crescent, as white, typical gray-like aliens,  but wearing a dark wig. That description startled me. It reminded me of my Geisha Alien dream, where I am sitting in a domed space ship in space, sitting across a large, thin, white alien/woman, wearing a black "geisha style" wig. My friend Lola had an experience with a tall, white woman entity wearing a dark wig -- I wrote about that for my Trickster's Realm column on BoA. (Lola and I have a strong pyschic connection; we've experienced some tineresting things togehter including both of us being aware of "them" -- an alien intelligence/presence -- appearing, though invisibily, in my living room.)

A few weeks ago, she [Lola] called me to tell me she felt a presence in her bedroom. ... There have been times when, even over a long distance, one of us can sense what's going on. In other words, get a psychic confirmation of something. This experience Lola had was bothering her, and she asked me if I had felt anything. I truthfully told her I didn't see anything either way. 

Then there was the time Lola was talking on the phone to a friend, and looked up to see a very, very tall entity just looking at her. Just watching her. Lola had the distinct impression this thing wasn't human -- or ever was, as in, it was once a human, now a ghost -- but was trying to pass itself off as a human. She said it reminded her, in a typically goofy Fortean way, of the characters in the children's series Arthur. Long, long face, her eyes were up high, and her hair was fake looking, like someone pretending they had real hair. She said the eyes were very round, and very dark. I asked Lola about the shape of the eyes; she said that, while large, they were round, but it was the very deep darkness that was so strange. (Random Bits of Weirdness on the Oregon Coast on BoA)

Untitled, Regan Lee, acrylic on canvas

Lola's experience parallels in some ways Huggins descriptions, as well as my Geisha-Alien dream, and the imagery in my drawings.

Another startling thing: when Huggins said he called the being Crescent, I was reminded of an image I keep drawing and painting over and over. The faces in these paintings and drawings are somewhat inverted triangle like, or thinly oval, often white, pale, often featureless, or with very slight, brief features, and, holding a crescent shape. The two images here were ones I could find easily; the others are packed away. One oil pastel drawing I did  of a white faced woman holding a moon boat, or crescent shaped -- whatever, I don't know what it is, I just draw the shape -- I gave to a friend years ago. I have several of these images that I've either drawn or painted somewhere around here...

The drawing shown here I did about twenty years ago, and the painting is in the beginning stages and one I started about a year ago but haven't gotten around to completing.

Huggins is an artist, and an excellent one, from the images I've seen on-line. He said during the interview that he thinks there's an important connection between artists (singers, musicians, writers, painters, etc.) and this whole alien/UFO/abduction/contactee experience. He made it a point to say that he thinks it's an overlooked area of UFO/abduction research. I think there's something to that. . .

A fantastic interview and I'll be ordering Farah's book today.

Related links:
Kay Wilson's review of Farah's book on Alien Jigsaw

David Huggins artwork, and interview with Farah on the Jerry Pippin show

Follow-up on 'Anxiety 101 Or Level of Unveiling'

The other day I talked about a dream I had that seemed like a typical anxiety ridden dream about work and health: Anxiety 101 Or Level Of Unveiling.

But underneath the obvious text book themes and motifs of work and health related anxieties running through the dream was another level; eerie moments that jumped out at me as I was thinking about the dream the next day. As I described in the previous post; these elements mirror my "Geisha woman/alien" dream of being separated from Jim, both of us in situations out of our control, a dark haired womanin an official, authoritative capacity taking me away, and my dress. I was wearing a dress in that dream; a dress that kept falling down, exposing me. Naturally upset by this and hoping no one would see me I had to keep holding the top of the dress up. The dress in the dream was this very same dress seen in this photograph:

This photo was taken during the time we saw the orange orb and had our missing time experience, in front of the house on Friendly St. Of course, this is where things get very interesting, and damn frustrating. Because to this day, we cannot agree on something: I insist, I know, we were living in that house when we saw the orange orb. Jim insists, -- he knows -- we were not, that this happened before we moved there. We do agree we were going out to a friend's home in Cottage Grove when we saw the orb and, that there was missing time on the way back. We don't agree on the rest of the experience, including where we were living at the time.

These mixed-up memories came out, and a lot more, during our podcast appearance on Bill and Nancy Birnes Future Theater, which revealed a lot of surprising elements around our UFO sightings and experiences.

Related posts:
Eerie Raccoon Moments

Orange Orb UFO Hunters Episodes: Dark Presence

Jim's Popcorn Machine Alien Dream

Norway Spiral: Project Bluebeam?

Anxiety 101 or A Level of Unveiling?

Is the following dream the beginning of uncovering buried memories of a UFO encounter, or just anxiety over everyday life issues?

For the past few nights, I've been saying to Jim just before we go to sleep "meet me in the orb." I've been working with the intent of retrieving memories about that sighting, as readers know, for awhile now. Using dreams, art, discussion, meditation, among other methods (though not hypnosis) -- and, in fact, I've been playing around with a journal type format of all this -- I, we, hope to uncover details and the missing parts of our experiences involving missing time and the sightings.

I was out of town last night, visiting family. Jim wasn't with me. I had the a very uncomfortable dream last night; and at first think, it appears it was just a typical anxiety fest about returning to work, the new school year, the anniversary of Jim's heart attack coming up, etc. That's what someone said to me when I told her my dream: "Wow, you're really anxious about losing control," she said. And that's likely the main level of the dream. But as I was driving back to town today, it hit me; there's a small glimmer here of something related to the orange orb sighting as well; a little tear in the veil that's been obscuring that encounter for so many years, but first, the dream:

Jim and I are together as I go back to my workplace. Haven't been back there all summer, I see they painted the school, there's lots of new school staff. I'm bothered by this only because it makes me feel insecure, but it's okay. People seem nice, the new paint looks lovely. The classroom I work in bother me however; there are several new people there as well, which is okay and actually normal for that milieu, but my desk has been replaced by a teeny little piece of metal, like a TV tray. My supervisor apologizes and says she didn't think I'd mind or that it would make a difference. But the big thing is; they've changed my job! Now I'm in charge of the computers. "But," I say, "I don't know anything about computers, I'm not qualified!" They laugh it off, telling me I"ll do fine, that I use computers all the time, so what's the problem? I say it's like the difference between knowing how to drive a car, and how to fix one. I can drive, I know enough to do things like keep the gas tank full, air in the tires, the oil changed, -- but if somethings wrong, I don't know how to fix it, I take it to the mechanic. I'm not a mechanic. Then I go into another room, and it's full of nurses and doctors and medical people. Jim is on a gurney, hooked up to machines. He's very agitated, very upset, very very anxious. He's never like that, ever... so that freaks me out, and I get upset. A nurse comes over, leads me out of the room, tries to calm me down. Tells me I have to stay in this other room until they come get me. Jim's fine, they tell me, it's a normal, every day procedure they're doing, and nothing to worry about. I sit there, and occasionally people -- other school staff, or whoever -- come in, to get supplies. The room I'm in is some kind of work room/storage room, so people come and go to grab paper, etc. The dress I'm wearing has a tube top type top, and it keeps falling down, exposing me. I'm not happy about this of course and worry people will see me, so I keep holding it up.

Okay, all seems very 'Returning To Work and Worried About Hubby's Health 101,' except for:

The dark haired nurse, even though she was short with short hair, reminded me of the tall, dark haired "Geisha" woman in the space ship-orange orb dream I've written about. Jim is being kept away from me, or me, away from him, we're being forcibly separated from each other, another element in the Geisha dream. Jim is utterly uncharacteristically panicked. And the dress I was wearing in last night's dream: a dress I actually owned at the time we had our missing time and orange orb sighting. Everything about the dress in the dream was the same: color, design, fabric... everything. Except in reality it never fell off of my body like it did in the dream.

Meet Me in the Orb: Jim’s novel

Yesterday I wrote about something Jim had written in his novel that reminded me of our missing time, our "dreams" of UFOs and our Orange Orb sighting.

The following is an excerpt from Jim’s novel. It’s difficult to describe what it’s about or what genre to put it into. Sci-fi, kind of. Conspiracy novel, definitely; there’s a lot concerning MKULTRA and mind control. But it’s more than that as well, with metaphysical aspects, estoeric themes. . . This is from the rough first draft which fills several notebooks -- yes, he’s writing it in longhand!. Jim estimates the book would run about 600 pages; he’s considering creating three seperate books; sequels. I realize the reader won’t know the characters, or where in the novel the following two scenes take place, but here they are:

Untitled Novel by James (Jim) Rich, copyright 2010.

[The following scene takes place on an ocean liner. Martina is on the deck of the ship with Dr. Bremoli; it is her voice that’s speaking:]

I noticed that there appeared to be a light, just off the bow deep beneath the surface . “Another way for what?”
“Another way for you. Your way is the most difficult.”
For the first time, he seemed old and scary. The light was growing bigger and brighter. Something was rising out of the depths; something huge. “What's that?”
“I haven’t much time. You must listen very carefully: you won’t always remember this.”

The light resolved into a bright central light surrounded by a ring of smaller multicolored lights that rotated around the perimeter of an immense, circular, metallic object. Dr. Bremoli put his lips to my ear speaking softly in a lilting language that I almost understood. It was a song, or a poem, or a lullaby to calm a distressed child. It sank deep into my unconscious tickling the hairs of memory, rustling the leaves of my senses. The craft (at this point I could think of it as nothing else) emerged from the sea like nothing I’d ever seen its passage seemingly displacing no water creating no wave, leaving the sea undisturbed, as it hovered just above me a dozen yards off the bow.

Morning Shower, James (Jim) Rich, acrylic on canvas

It was dry as a bone. Not a drop of water clung to it; strangely it reminded me of Jillian in the shower. It was incompressible, defying all reason. It was immense - at lease a mile in diameter - and there it hung, motionless, suspended, silent, but for a faint hum so low that I felt it in my gut rather than heard it. Unlike the top, there were no lights on the vast, featureless underbelly of a dark matte finish metal that was practically invisible, blending in with both sky and water. It seemed impervious to the laws of nature, like Magritte's Castle of the Pyrenees.

 “What did you say?” I asked, glancing over at the doctor, but he was gone. I spun around; he was no where to be seen among the still, almost motionless passengers. I looked back at the craft, just in time to see it depart, which it did in a fashion I never experienced, moving off in a direction perpendicular to everywhere, shrinking away into nothingness. I turned back around; once again the passengers were promenading around the deck, enjoying the now cool evening air, oblivious to the strange event that had transpired between moments.

Castle in the Pryenees, Rene Magritte

[A scene or two later, Martina goes down into the ship to meet with the very wealthy genius -scientist, Rainier Brancusi, in his labatory:]

I set off on my journey, taking the elevator to the lowest deck, where I switched to a service elevator which took me deep into the bowels of the ship. To the rear was the engine room. The air was hot, thick with diesel fuel, throbbing with machinery, but I made my way forward through a maze of narrow passageways to a hatch, beneath which a rusted ladder disappeared into uncertain darkness, and from which a nauseating stench issued like the breath of some infernal beast. “Really?!” I thought attempting to deal with my growing sense of claustrophobia, “was all this necessary? “ I considered turning back; after all, why was I going in the first place?

“Because he knows something,” said Medusa. [Medusa is an MKULTRA created personality that resides within Martina] and we need to find out what.”

I started down the ladder into the unwholesome darkness, like Orpheus descending into the underworld. I preceded rung by rung, my footsteps preternaturally loud, reverberating in the cavernous space accompanied by the creaking of stressed metal and the listless lapping of the liquid below.

The dim interior was lit primarily from a number of small unknown sources above, and an eerie bioluminescence billowing in the water below. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out a catwalk leading from the platform where the ladder ended, across the looming, phosphorescent abyss to a geodesic sphere suspended from cables in the center of the bilge. A figure was waiting for me on the platform.

I found the orb/sphere imagery interesting, as well as the description of time standing still, the unwareness of the ship's passengers of the USO/UFO, and the scientist character hidden away in the depths of the ship.

Looking at this the same way I've been looking at dreams and other expressions might reveal something about our experiences.

Orange Orb Turns Into "Fake Plane"

Woman films an orange orb that she says turns into a "fake plane" -- comments that follow this YouTube clip are interesting; one man comments he's seen the same thing.

I couldn't tell if the orange orb turned into something else; but it is an interesting clip. The color and shape of the orb in this video is very much like what Jim and I saw; but we also saw it much closer and larger, it didn't seem to be rotating or spinning in place, and we didn't see it turn into anything.

As with all reports of orange orbs/lights, just because they're orange doesn't mean they're the same thing, or even close. (Or, not!:)







This last one though is the most interesting, to me. An small sphere is in the trees, hanging around for awhile, getting brighter as they emit a strong strobe like light while stationary in the trees.

The woman who filmed this comments that the orbs morph into "fake" planes with fake plane sounds (sometimes getting it wrong, like a train sound pretending to be a plane sound) but a thought occurred to me as I was watching these clips. If these objects are trying to disguise themselves, why be obvious by being so damn bright? It's very odd to see mega-bright objects just sitting in trees at night; that would get my attention. After a bit, the ball of light moves, taking off, strobing as it goes. There are orbs like this in the clip as well, doing the same thing.

Her interpretation is that these are aliens. And, they might be, who knows. Something makes her sure they are; but I can't speak to that. They very well could be ours as well.

Speaking of bright lights and morphing craft, years ago I saw, with other witnesses, a bright white round light come bopping from out over the hills to in front of the large picture window of the house I was visiting. With the naked eye, it looked like a white light. Through binoculars, it changed both shape -- in a steady pattern, like 1-2-3-4 and back again -- as well as color. Triangle, square, rectangle, diamond shape, red, green, turquoise, -- very distinct, very considered, very precise. Nothing at all to do with a scintillation effect. Very well could be a man made craft, and seems like it but there is a high strangeness component to the sighting. I knew we were going to see a UFO that night, I felt it... and later, observed the hostess kept looking out the window. I knew she was watching a UFO, even though I couldn't see a thing from where I was sitting. I wondered how long was she going to keep it to herself, finally, after twenty minutes, maybe a half hour, she announced to the rest of us that we had to come look and see the UFO. We all went to the upstairs window to get a better look. That bit of psychic stuff has always bothered me.

And, there was the telepathic moment with the orange orb I saw many years ago; knowing it was waiting for me, knowing it "heard" my thoughts and responded to them.

The Orange Orb Journal: "Meet me in the orb"

I've been playing around with a book idea; a journal, an e-book, who knows yet. I'm toying around with titles: right now I'm liking Weaving the Orb: a small journal of a UFO encounter, or something... as I say, it's all in the process of being, well, processed.

Here's something I wrote today:

Entry: August 20th, 2010

Meet Me in the Orb

After our interview on Bill and Nancy's Birnes podcast Future Theater, I decided to try to “meet” Jim in my, or our, dreams. More than that, I decided to meet “inside the orb.” I think this idea was inspired by Bill and Nancy’s questions about our dreams, our discussion of UFO related dreams in general, and also, Jim’s sphere imagery in the novel he is writing.

Jim has been writing an incredible novel for the past year; it’s difficult to put it into a category. Sort of science fiction, I suppose. . . but anyway, after the interview, Jim read me (every Sunday evening, he reads me what he’s written that week) his new chapter. It involved one of his characters, a wealthy mad (in a good way) scientist who has a lab inside the bilge of a ship. The laboratory is a sphere, suspended in the belly of the ship's’ bilge. Jim’s description created such a vivid image in my mind, and, while the story had nothing to do with UFOs (although in a previous scene Jim had written about a giant UFO, or more correctly, USO, rising up out of the ocean next to the ship; the USO seemed to suspend time, with only a few of the characters aware of what was happening)  but it reminded me of the Orange Orb. (I’d like to share the scenes here but I wouldn't do so  without his permission, and I don’t know if he’d be open to that or not... probably not. However, I will ask -- I am curious if he’ll say yes or not.)

So lately I’ve been saying to Jim “Let’s meet each other in our dreams, inside the orb,” and then quickly realize, I’m not so sure I want to do that. But after the intent is put out there, too late. Unless I change it of course. But I'm not sure I want to do that, either.

So far, nothing. In fact, the other morning I said to Jim, “I know I had a dream about us, but I don’t remember anything about it.”

Dreams are intriguing events; how can you know you experienced something (dream) but don’t remember anything about the thing (dream) you don’t remember? How can you remember not remembering? Frustrating, but it’s in there. I know it is. The trick is to figure out how to get at it.

The Giant Rock Project

This came to me by way of Adam Gorightly, who posted the item on Facebook, and I'm passing it along.

The wondrous Giant Rock, in the Mojave Desert, is under the BLM care. Funds are scarce, and vandals and other elements have done damage to this icon of the Contactee era, and amazing natural artifact. Here is a bit from The Giant Rock's Mission Statement, an organization created to preserve the rock:

Our goal, through this website is to educate, preserve and promote the legend of Giant rock. We intend to do this by sharing stories, photographs and videos of the past and present day. We hope to inspire you to help with the preservation of this lesser known historic site.    

Visit The Giant Rock Project for information on what's being done to protect Giant Rock, and how you can help.

A Small Moment: Finding My Watch

Yesterday I realized my watch was missing. One of them; I have several. After all, as I told Jim the other day, watches are more than just time keeping objects if you're a girl. They're accessories. Anyway, my cheap treasure find ($3.00, at Target, clearance rack) gold colored watch was missing. I had no idea where it was, with me, it could be anywhere. Anywhere. In a purse, the car,  or ... who knows. I pictured the watch in my mind; and thought to myself, "Well, I'll try using the dowsing rods, I've had success with finding lost items using them, so I'll guess I'll try it tomorrow."

Later last night, I was in the bedroom watching True Blood. That's my guilty pleasure; Jim stays out in the living room (can't blame him, especially this season) and I settle in, just me, the flat screen and True Blood. So I manage to drop the remote out of my hand, and in between the bed and my nightstand. Which annoyed me, since it is an extremely skinny space; between the bed and nightstand; I could barely get my hand down there. I'm peering down, and see, to my surprise, the watch! There it was, on the floor, in between the bed and the nightstand. Obviously I had taken the watch off and put in on my table and it fell off; but I never would have thought to look under the bed for my watch.

The C- Inflluence Blog: Seed Post 4; Folklore and Influences

On the C-Influence blog, new discussions on influences in the paranormal esoteric world, which inspired me to write about my experience as a student of folklore, the field of folklore in context of exploring UFO and paranormal topics, and more.

UFO Researcher Leslie Kean

 Leslie Kean discusses UFOs and her new book UFOs: Generals, Pilots, and Government Officials Go On the Record,  in this clip of a recent news show appearance.  Kean is excellent: poised, articulate.

When Skeptics See UFOs

A report of a black triangle sighting by a "skeptic" in Washington, as reported to MUFON. MUFON investigator James Clarkson is looking into the sighting. Read more here.

Similar to the triangle I saw so many years ago in Dexter, Oregon, including this part about the craft blocking out stars:

 ...stars were blocked out in the middle of the assumed formation, which led me to believe it was a ufo. Upon some research, it would appear that this "black triangle" ufo is a common sight. However, most sightings include a large light in the center of the object. This is not the case in my sighting.

Stars were blocked out in the one I saw as well. And the triangle I saw did not have any lights in the middle, or, at it's points either, but the object was a shade darker than the surrounding sky in a triangle shape.

Despite seeing this, I still don't believe in Aliens. But I remember thinking that I should not be seeing the object at all, because of my strong belief that extraterrestrials don't exist. I tried to rationalize it by thinking it may have been 3 airplanes in a close formation.

Interesting comment; "...I should not be seeing the object at all . . ."  there is something very disconcerting about seeing of these things. And: " . . .because of my strong belief that extraterrestrials don't exist." Interesting he acknowledges it's a belief they don't exist; none of us know either way, including myself, although I "believe" they do exist. Regardless, no one knows if the triangles, or any UFO, belong to extraterrestrials or not. I have no idea who, or what, is behind the triangles, but I do know they exist. It's been a puzzle for decades; who is behind the triangles? Military, shadow government, private industry, some combination, aliens, -- some combination, again -- we don't know.


An interesting matter of fact UFO report from someone who appears to be a true skeptic, and not a debunker skepti-bunkie, nor a true believer in ET space brothers.

Jim's "Popcorn- Machine Alien" Dream/Memory

Jim discussed his "popcorn machine alien" dream/memory on the Future Theater podcast. I had written about his experience in June of 2007 for my Trickster's Realm column for Binnall of America. (I notice that I had quoted David Jacob's in this article!)

Popcorn Machine Aliens
It’s a cliche: that we’ve met our soul mate, or that there is even an idea that there’s a soul mate to be met. It may be true for some, for all, I don’t know. I do know that for us, my husband and I felt as if we’ve known each other all our lives - and in past lives as well. We share a lot of particular (and peculiar), specific and esoteric “coincidences” going back to childhood. Including living, a couple of blocks away from each other when I was in my teens and he was in his twenties, before we met.

This connection continues to exist concerning the world of UFOs and the esoteric. From seeing literal, physical craft to experiencing missing time, we’ve both had a life time of anomalous, paranormal, (for lack of a better word) experiences. Some related to UFOs, some to other events: telepathy, hauntings, and the just outright plain anomalous and weird.

We discuss these things almost daily. Our personal values in this context are similar. I trust him completely and know I can tell him anything. Still, even after 30 years of marriage, there are surprises. His story of childhood episodes that continue to “haunt” him for example. I’d never heard these stories before; he casually dropped them on me the other night.

He started off by telling me he’s always been mystified by something that happened when he was about fifteen. “If I ever were to get regressed, that’s what I’d want to know about, not the sphere we saw” (meaning the orange orb we saw years ago; we experienced missing time, cover memories, and another sighting of a craft.)

When he was fifteen he spent the night at his friend’s house. They slept out in the living room. “It’s haunted me ever since, I don’t know what happened, but I know that it was something really weird.” Whatever it was, wasn’t good, and it involved a German Shepherd. I asked him if the family had a German Shepherd, (my mind immediately going to screen memories and aliens disguised as animals) he said yes. “All I remember is some dark, shadowy figures and the dog going crazy, absolutely nuts.” For some reason he can’t explain, he’s always had the feeling it had to do with aliens, that he felt an invisible presence, or presences, were in the room that night.

When he was ten years old, he said he had what he calls the “pop corn machine dream.” He was living in Hawthorne, California, at the time. Back then the area was almost out in the sticks, no sidewalks, brush, tumbleweeds. He woke up -- or, as he put it, he dreamt he woke up -- to see a craft outside his window. He went on board, where he saw a machine that “smelled like popcorn, and it reminded me of one of those popcorn machines.”

“I knew they were aliens, and they weren’t good. Over my life, of all the dreams I’ve had about aliens, they’ve never been good in any of them. They’ve been all about bad, or Trickster at best.” (To this day he talks about how he hated living out there, moving from the Hollywood area to live in the middle of nowhere. This could probably be chalked up to being a kid, and suddenly uprooted from friends and school. But I wonder if some of this intense dislike has something to do with his “alien” experiences.)

I told him I rarely see aliens in my dreams. (But then I immediately remembered my “Geisha Woman” dream of the tall female gray being; where I found myself on board, sitting across a tall “gray” female with black hair.) He said “I have. They’re usually human looking, but alien nonetheless. I just know they’re aliens. I don't’ think I’ve ever had gray aliens, specifically, but I have had insectoid aliens, giant preying mantis kind of things.” (When he said that, I almost fell out of the chair!)

He continued: “You never see them completely, but more like parts of them, and they appear in parts, revealing themselves slowly. I never see the whole thing.”
“Do you still have alien dreams?” I asked him.
“Yeah, occasionally.”“I don’t have bad dreams or scary dreams that often, but when I do, they’re about aliens. Whatever it is I’ve been seeing all my life, it hasn’t been good,” he said again.

This somewhat vague, dream not a dream, bits and pieces memory related to UFOs and aliens is not uncommon. I’ve had similar experiences. This aspect of UFO experience is what frustrates many for it isn’t concrete. Nothing tangible; it’s all so fuzzy. Nuts and bolts craft, now that’s something we can get a hold of. Not so with these semi-New Age, mystical, murky, other realms stuff.

While it may be “paranormal” on some levels, maybe it isn’t. Maybe these memories, these partial, nagging memories of questionable realities are a product of the nuts and bolts UFOs. In other words, an effect of their technology. It isn’t so mysterious after all, merely technology beyond our current understanding.

Yet, these kinds of experiences have been with us a very long time; thousands of years, if we accept that the alien “abduction” UFO phenomena remains the same, merely shifting settings to fit the times. Either “their” technology has been capable of influencing us for thousands of years, or it’s something else.

This “something else” could include the idea that they’re not “aliens” at all (as in, from outer space) but some other entity. And maybe this “entity” or force isn’t as separate from us as we may think. Maybe on some level, as many mystics and esoteric philosophers have suggested. We are active participants on some level.

Two different scenarios: UFOs from space with technology that boggles the mind (at times literally) which still amounts to a “nuts and bolts” explanation, just spiffier nuts and bolts, or something more “mystical.” I don’t know, and of course no one does. I vacillate between the two. And then of course, there’s the “excluded middle” maybe a third area, some combination of both.

Some researchers, such as Dr. David Jacobs, have suggested that "repeated UFO sightings" are not as random as they appear; that there's a reason why some people continue to experience multiple UFO encounters. Maybe this can be extended; it's no random thing either, that my husband and I found each other, having both experienced these things before we met, as well as continuing to experience them together. That's not insignificant, and yet, what it means, remains elusive. But whatever it is, it’s real for those of us who’ve experienced it. Real enough to continue to “haunt” us throughout our lives.

"They're on the Moon"

 

An amazing experience last night, being interviewed by Nancy and Bill Birnes on Future Theater. Both Jim and myself were the guests, and I cannot tell you how much we enjoyed this experience! We both felt as if we'd known Nancy and Bill for years. The discussion was very ... intense. Among the areas discussed, was family history of the UFO kind. I think it was Bill, maybe it was Nancy, who asked me if anyone in my family had shared weird experiences of their own with me. I said no.

But, and I didn't think of this at the time, I realized this morning that there is an interesting history of anomalous events, experiences and thoughts among family members. For example, while neither of my parents had encounters with aliens (that I ever heard about, and I feel confident in saying they would have shared with me if they had) my mother did see a flying saucer when I was about ten years old. I've written about that in other places. Briefly, mom's out on the porch after dinner (this in L.A.) she excitedly calls out to us that there's a "space ship" above the two story four commplex across the street, siblings say "Yeah, sure mom," but I go out. By that time the UFO had gone. My mother was very disappointed, insisting she saw what she saw. I said, "Don't worry mom, it'll be back, they always come back."

With all of my weird experiences, both my parents (my father is deceased) have been open. My mother's usual response to my experiences and ideas is that it's all very "interesting." Some things she's not so sure about; like Bigfoot's existence. But at least she's never called my sanity into question.

I forgot about something my mother has always insisted, or I would have mentioned it last night. For whatever reasons, ever since I was a little kid, my mother has said that she believes there are beings, or aliens, living on the moon. She says this with a matter of fact assurance and confidence that leaves no room for argument. Now and then, through the years, she's said somewhat random things like (paraphrasing) "There are things out there we know nothing about," "There are beings on the moon, and Mars, too..." and so on.

And speaking of beings living in the moon, I wrote a children's story when Jim and I were living on Curson in West Hollywood, where we had our first missing time episode. That story was about animal characters, pigs and rabbits, who lived inside the moon.

Other related family experiences: one of my siblings has always had a paranormal life; has clairvoyant abilities, has seen ghosts, etc. My uncle and his family saw a UFO in the desert. It was a classic sounding flying saucer in the desert story: late 1950s, huge bright white light following them, zooming above their car, then taking off, they're in the middle of nowhere. And talking about shared experiences and connections: Jim's cousin also had that experience, driving through the Arizona desert in the mid-1960s. (Jim is making it very clear as I'm writing this that this cousin was "of the skeptic kind," not a "hippie" and clearly "not smoking dope," -- he was a serious student and actually kind of a humorless kind of person.) Concerning Jim's other cousin and his family, we've all seen UFOs while together, which I've written about.

So our experiences --Jim's and mine -- go back to childhood, before we met. They've continued to this day. And in both families, UFO related events and connections have occurred.

Jim and I On Future Theater Tonight

Jim and I will be guests on Nancy and Bill Birnes podcast Future Theater tonight. 6:00pm EST. Can't wait!