Inspired my by dream encounter, years ago right after seeing the orange orb, of the tall white Insectoid-gray wearing a Geisha wig inside the ship.
I've been busy with my mixed media work. Little of it has to do with the realm of the strange, but I created this digital collage awhile ago.
I find it an odd juxtaposition, this current 'debunking' of Travis Walton, along with the hoopla over the gov. release of info regarding UFOs. Er, sorry. I mean UAPs. (snark.) I have long believed Walton, and I only met him once, very briefly, but both my husband and I were struck by his "vibe" -- he seemed absolutley geniune, and also, a bit haunted. Meaning, quite obviously, his experience changed him for ever. And even if (a big IF) Walton is full of it, that doesn't erase any of the other incredibly strange experiences people have had, all over the world, for centuries. (Including me, my experiences go back to childhood.)
But that aside, it's odd that on the one hand in this moment of the popular culture, people are embracing the Pentagon's stance on UFOs UAPs - and attacking Walton at the same time. Not that the same people are doing both. Maybe the former caused the latter.
Recent Boing Boing item on Exploding Head Syndrome. Yep, I have the same thing. Long ago worried about it. Do I have a tumor? Am I psycho? What is happening? But it's "just" Exploding Head Syndrome. Bright lights, flashes, weird beeping electronic sounds. No explanation for its cause, but, not to worry, say the experts. It's harmless.
Exploding head syndrome (EHS) is an abnormal sensory perception during sleep in which a person experiences unreal noises that are loud and of short duration when falling asleep or waking up. The noise may be frightening, typically occurs only occasionally, and is not a serious health concern. People may also experience a flash of light. Pain is typically absent. Despite the name, the sufferer's head does not actually explode. [wikipedia, via Boing Boing]
That may be. Seems to be. Fine. I'm good with that. But. . .
It still is at thing. What is it, and why? And is there some connection between other sleep related phenomena, like sleep paralysis, OBEs, (out of body experiences), lucid dreaming, vivid dreams, dreaming in color, sleep walking? All of which I've experienced since childhood, and still experience.
Combine that with a long list of supernatural/paranormal/UFO/anomalous episodes, there has to be a connection here. A clue. More than meets the eye than "just" some seemingly random odd but harmless (and therefore, don't worry about it little missy) occurrence like Exploding Head Syndrome.
Found this today in the book section of St. Vinnie's. A 1911 edition of Spenser's Faerie Queene Book 1.
And, as I was leafing through this delightful find, this little owl fell out! Perfect.
Now, to find Book 2.
The other day, I posted about my failure regarding a piece I was working on about the orange orb. (You know, that orange orb.)
But I also feel pretty good about other pieces, including these two, that have a slight weirdness vibe.
Like this one: "Mothy Owl" collage, paper and watercolor on canvas board.
Last night's dream:
I'm playing around with various drawings, paintings, etc. of "the Orange Orb." Uploaded to my computer, and I'm trying to get it just right. But as soon as I seem to get a hold of something, and get the colors, shapes, etc. just right, it jumps away from me. Zooms away. Morphs. Collapses.
So damn frustrating! I keep trying. No good. Hundreds of my drawings, paintings, mixed media works concerning the Orange Orb appear on my screen. And none will hold still. Not one will let me fix it.
And then I find, many of my Orange Orb drawings have been stolen and put up on sites with no credit to me, or explanation, but just rip offs of my work.
I feel frustrated, confused, angry, and sad that some think the "truth" behind the orb is not important, simply a trifle, another motif in the realm of para-tainment.
Today, I reworked an oil pastel of the "orange orb" and was very happy with where it was going. Sanding away layers. Adding color. Highlights. Loved the aura, or halo effect. around the orb. And then, I don't know what happened, but suddenly the drawing just ... sucked. I couldn't get it back. Tried watercolors, taking away layers, etc. Big fat mess.
Fortunately, I have a lot more 'orange orb' drawings to play with.
Art. Expression, creative communications. Not only with others, but the self. Part of me believes that playing with my art-self, I will find the answer. Okay, maybe not the answer, but an answer. Similar to interpreting dream symbols, or using an Oracle of some kind or the Tarot, the symbols, the synchronicities, the resonant memories will reveal a truth. Or an answer.
The Orange Orb, or, A Big Fat Mess, oil pastel on black paper, Regan Lee 2021
Haven't been too active on my blog here, or anywhere else in my own personal blog-o-sphere. Still doing quite a lot of art; not particularly UFO themed, but a lot of mixed media, collage . . . really fun. Set up an Etsy shop and have a lot of projects going on.
A very quiet Fourth of July here. Both the hottest, and the quietest. Not grateful for the heat, in fact, a little terrified. Last year's fires were horrible; tragic, ruinous. (Willamette Valley, Oregon.) A dry year and already fires have started. As far as yahoos with fireworks, thankfully, there have been hardly any. We've been staying in, due to heat, and too much fun with art. Why go out into the heat and the "Covid's over we don't have to wear masks anymore" insanity? (Hey: Covid isn't over, and it's nice to visit and be a little more relaxed but don't get too comfortable.)
I still go out and look up at the night sky, but nothing. Beautiful stars and planets of course, but nothing to report UFO wise.
Sarfatti was the guest last night on Coast to Coast. Host was Connie Willis, one of my top favorite guest hosts. I just had to laugh at Sarfatti's terrier like 'tude, until sweet Connie kicked him off! Loved it. Willis is funny, smart, and sweet, but she's not a wimp.
One thing that especially annoyed me about the interview was Sarfatti's refusal to give his opinion on something Willis asked. Just speculate Mr. Sarfatti, it won't kill you. Anyway, he continued calling various people "stupid" and, while most of us agree, I am sure, that a lot of people in UFO Land are "stupid" ... still.
A bright moment, last night, on Coast to Coast.
I've been quiet (I know, strange, huh?) about all the buzz about new disclosures to come. The mainstream media, from newspapers to pop culture shows, mention the "news" about UFOs. UFOs are Real! shout headlines. My rolled eyes sarcasm meter has reached the ionsphere. Truly.
I don't care. I'm not excited. I'm barely interested.
It's been done before. And now, while some are mildly curious -- "Hmm, interesting ..." others are mocking, making lame jokes about geeky, tin foil hat wearing, undereducated fools who are easily fooled.
I say, we''re all being easily fooled right now.
UFOs are real. And you can call them UAPS if you prefer, but a rose ...
Anyway. Strange, weird, really weird, things have been appearing in our skies forever. Not just "since 1947," or whatever arbitrary date you put on it. Whether those UFOs are ours, China's, Russia's, inner earth dwelling Nazi-Reptilians, or ETs, they are there. Present. And, doing very unusual, odd and at times, scary, things to us.
It's scary whoever is doing it. ET? Scary. Inner earth beings? Weird. And scary. Elementals? Magick, but, kind of scary. Human governments? Probably the scariest. Certainly the most evil. Maybe. (After all, was They Live a documentary, or just a movie?)
We're not going to learn anything new. Just what the government wants us to know, at this time. So many players, as always, in this game. Are there really people out there who truly believe the government -- ours, theirs, -- is going to just give us the true unreacted story of UFOs?
Of course not!
I am still in shock about Timothy Beckley's recent death. He was most definitely "Mr. UFO." I considered him a friend; he was always encouraging and published a few of my essays. I was fortunate to be on his podcasts a few times. I created this little collage in honor of one of UFO Land's colorful and knowledgeable characters.
Some time ago, I don't remember where it was, some interview, the UFO researcher commented that praying mantis synchronicities, in the context of UFOs and overall paranormal strangeness, happens with alarming frequency.
Last night, I listened to C2C interview with UFO researcher Preston Dennett. Which inspired me to create this collage, which I posted earlier today. When I walked into my studio this morning, I was startled to see looking up at me, two praying mantis. Not real ones, but images I had cut from an old National Geographic. I'd forgotten that I had set them aside on my work table. (Why had I? Hmm...)
Later, this evening, I visited my Good Reads page. I haven't checked into that page for many months. And the first book that pops up is this:
Looks like I'll have to read this one then! I'm not a huge Koontz fan -- more of a Stephen King dame -- but I do like Koontz (despite his conservatism) and have read many of his books. I don't know The Praying Mantis Bride is about but it'll be interesting to find out.
Among the hundreds of weird aspects of the UFO realm, the giant insectoid praying mantis beings really have my attention. It is just so bizarre, and out there . . . combined with my innate "Yikes! A BUG!" reaction to small insects, and the overall surreal and frightening encounters with giant insects, these narratives have me immensely intrigued.
Last night's Coast to Coast had UFO researcher Preston Dennet as guest; during the interview Dennet told a tale of a woman jogging in the wee early hours when she saw a fifteen foot praying mantis walking rapidly down the road. It disappeared into a corn field (yes! a corn field.)
That story inspired me to create the following collage, a new medium I've been having fun with. This is the first collage in a series of UFO and cryptid themed collages.
"Mantis," mixed media collage on 5 by 7 index card, Regan Lee 2021
Related links on this blog:
New Drawings: Dark Aliens
https://orangeorb.blogspot.com/2021/05/two-new-drawings-dark-aliens-praying.html
Shared Experiences: Rh Negative blood type
https://orangeorb.blogspot.com/2010/04/shared-experiences-rh-negative.html
Alien Ant
https://orangeorb.blogspot.com/2008/06/watercolor-alien-ant.html
UFO Geo Scan, oil pastel on black paper, Regan Lee 2021
Dream last night:
I'm standing outside my house, at night. Looking up at the sky. A voice over -- male -- from some podcast. I hear him. He talks about "orange orbs" and UFOs in general. Then, in the sky, I see colorful graph like formations appearing. Sort of like stationary fireworks. But not quite as spectacular. Very precise, geometric. Matrix type "drawings" in the sky.
With their appearance, I just know -- it is telepathically conveyed -- that UFOs are, often, ET, etc. But originate from a program. Geometry. Sacred geometry. And from that web, that mass of crossing lines and shapes, comes UFOs. And from the UFOs, all kinds of things. ETs, aliens, elementals, MIB, MIBLABS, what have you.
Two strange dreams last night. Oddly enough, I had not taken any melatonin, which can certainly cause some deeply surreal dreams. Nor did I listen to any paranormal podcast or Coast to Coast, which I often do when in bed. The subconscious works in its own language for sure.
At night, a couple dozen people. Some kind of party -- more like a celebration, or an observance of something. A rite, an homage, a recognition. We either eat or drink something psychedelic. Not exactly that; more like this substance enhances in a way what’s already within. There is a beach ball sized globe, or orb, solid, physical but also made of light. Hard to explain. It’s a light blue color. We pass it around, balance it, play with it. Dance with it.
Someone has the orb now. There is a deep and intense connection here between me/this someone and the orb. Everyone else stands back. They know the orb has chosen its person.
The person is in rapture. Holds onto the orb, talks in tongues, falls down onto the ground. On his back, this person is holding up the orb, signing, talking in a strange language. Purple lights appear and swirl around him. Then he turns into a violet reptilian type being, with huge black eyes. I lean into this being and stare into those eyes. Nothing on this earth has ever been as black as the black of its eyes. Huge deep glossy black eyes.
There is nothing malevolent about this but it is terribly profound. True awe. I cannot believe this blackness, this never ending sea of dark. I am sort of screaming out about this -- wanting others to look, to pay attention to this. These eyes, this black it’s so damn important!
In the dream, I tell myself I have to remember this and write it down right away. The urgency is vibrating, I must get this down! I’m writing this dream down and Jim comes in to talk to me about something. I tell him to go away, I have to get this dream down immediately! Later, I tell him about the dream. And then it starts over again: the violet, the purple, the huge black eyes, the reptilian, the blue orb, the chanting and dancing . . .
Same night, different dream:
I’m in an empty room on the tenth floor of a building -- office building? -- built in the 1950s, maybe 1940s. dingy, frayed carpets, not many people about. I don’t know why I’m here. I look down into the street. Thousands of people, literally nose to nose. No room to move. Yet move they do. Crawling, scrambling, shoving, climbing on each others. Violence. People fighting. Something bout gas. Some force is stealing gas. I stay up here because I sure as hell don’t want any of that! A few people come into the building but they stay on the first few floors. Once they realize it’s an empty building (except for me or a few others in the upper floors) they leave.
After a few hours of this madness, two gigantic mothership UFOs appear overhead. They lift up two huge silver domes. Domes that have been covering the city. The aliens or beings or whoever, whatever, they are, put the domes in place to disguise their presence while they sucked up all the gasoline in the city. Once they filled their own tanks, they lifted the domes and left. Once they left, everyone was back to normal. No memory of what just happened.
This second dream doesn't make much sense to me, since, on the west coast, a lack of gasoline has not been an issue.
So suddenly, here's Travis Taylor (Dr. Travis Taylor) all over the place on Skinwalker. Previous to Taylor's Skinwalker job, he was on various "science" type shows where the pundits were often listed as "ex-CIA whatevers."
And now, he is Travis Taylor on Skinwalker. And look at his bio according to Wikipedia. If people can't smell a very huge rat rotting away in this whole Skinwalker thing, then they need to get thee to a Nettie pot.
