The Strangeness In My World Before 911
Following are excerpts from my journal entries recording in the six months prior and on the day of September 11, 2001. As with most seemingly “unconnected” events in our daily lives, hindsight is indeed 20/20 vision.
The Strangeness In My World Before 911
03/02/01: I read today that Islamic fanatics are calling for the destruction of ancient Buddhist statues. IT IS A RUSE is screaming through my thoughts. This is a major red flag with the words let the games begin written all over it, and it is waving at the American public. If this act is allowed to occur, forces will be after us next. This has nothing to do with righteousness. Dark forces are vying for control and power. But it is the Light that will ultimately prevail. (Note: With hindsight in 2008, I believe it is highly likely that this was one of many events staged as a ”build up” to embed a fear factor prior to 911. A ruse indeed).
03/21/01:I have been feeling that subtle vibration under my feet again. I first began to notice it around Palm Springs about ten months ago. Wherever I planted my feet, this vibratory “droning” captured my senses. It abruptly stopped when I reached the AZ/NM border. For some reason, the sensation is calling up a memory about an ominous scene I witnessed somewhere near Ruby, Arizona in 1998. Aaron and I had traveled in no-man’s-land for most of the day. We rounded a bend in late afternoon, and saw a huge canvassed tent. It flew the skull and crossbones. The men wandering around had a paramilitary appearance and were not at all happy to see us. As they approached the dirt road, I immediately turned to Aaron and pleaded with him to step on the gas! I don’t know why this vibratory sensation under my feet called up that memory, but it feels like something big is about to happen. (Note: With hindsight in 2008, I now have learned about the “Skull and Bones Society” and I really don’t think these guys were out playing weekend pirate games anymore.
03/25/01:California is in the throes of yet another “energy crisis”. At some point, the people are going to pop like kernels of corn and once there is enough popcorn to fill the bag, we can hit the dark forces over the head with it–hah!
03/29/01 Dream:
I am somewhere in the Bahamas I think. I enter a cave and find Indiana Jones throwing a ‘cave party’! I mingle for a bit, then turn to leave. As I do, I pick up a stack of CD’s on a table then turn back to ask him if he is mining for silver. He says no, and I reply ‘Well you better start. Silver is going to become a priceless commodity.’ I don’t have a clue about the stock market, but my sense is that something hidden is going to surface soon.
04/01/01: The decision to bring down the MIR space station at this time must have something to do with the peak cycle of the sun. MIR is basically space junk anyway, but the sun’s intensity right now has the potential to disturb and even destroy a number of objects in the solar system. The planetary environment is sending phenomenal messages. The total solar eclipse will occur exactly on summer solstice this year. What a surge of restless energy this is going to bring! It will occur in the constellation of Cancer, so this could bring up energies that have to do with water resources, structural foundations, and major family issues, especially since the Moon is ruler of Cancer. The Moon will also be filtering a greatly increased solar energy, so alot of deeply buried stuff could easily rise into the collective consciousness after this. So this is about family, homeland, subconscious. This may signal a cycle in which much chaos and disruption will undermine what we know to be security. But perhaps its time to rethink that issue, anyway. Solar photons are information carriers, and there may be a pretty powerful message coming down the pipeline…ummmmm?
04/03/01: What a strange day at work! Two coworkers were hearing voices, the supplies I ordered were lost; conference calls were disconnecting. It was pretty interesting to observe. I kept mumbling I’m willing to give up difficulty as I struggled to get a used toner cartridge to fit back into the box for recycling! Totally erratic energy is permeating the atmosphere—totally.
04/04/01 Dream:
I am coming down a stairway leading to a fenced garden. Dead doves or pigeons are neatly laid out in wing-to-wing fashion. I am astonished. But the scene repeats. This time the birds are gone and a beautiful green grass carpets the yard. Someone awaits me, watching for my reaction. Well, this is pretty straight forward to me…a major probability is coming up. I vote for the green grass.
04/05/01: I read in the local paper that the co-founder of Microsoft Paul G. Allen has purchased the building in town that he and Bill Gates had occupied when they started the Microsoft business. His company is named Genesis. My first thought? This is not a nostalgic act. Placing the MS energy back into secretive military NM seems like much more than a trip down memory lane. It so happens that Sandia Labs is planning some sort of Peace Lab that will straddle the US/Mexico border at Santa Teresa. It is stated that this project is an outreach to the poor communities by introducing new technology into their lives. I think it is not as altruistic as it appears. I’m also reading that President Bush has proposed slashing the budget for nuclear environmental funding for Los Alamos and Sandia. This means a massive reduction of federally controlled nuclear waste disposal alternatives and opens a wide door for private enterprise to make big-time profits at the expense of the environment . These have been presented as three separate news items, but a Genesis-Peace Lab-Government combo doesn’t feel right. In the same breath, the government has announced a major grant for the education of the Native American communities in this state. While this is wonderful for the children, my hunch is that it is a carrot to dangle out there so our brothers and sisters who have largely remained so close to the earth energies, will not fuss over this environmental issue. Magicians are indeed masters of illusion.
04/06/01: Went with a friend to the casino this morning. As we walked in, security guards were just everywhere! As we walked further in, it seemed almost comical to me to see more guards than customers! An “a-ha” flashed in my mind. It had to be about moving money! It struck me that all this intense, dense, paranoid energy was expended on a cart full of basically worthless paper! Why do we place such value on a pile of paper backed by nothing? With this insight, I broke out in a fit of laughter seeing all this energy focused on fear and greed. Boy, are our priorities screwed up…
04/09/01: It amazes me how the media thinks people are so disconnected. Two or three news articles have come through the pipeline about the solar flares. The Sun’s surges of photon energy are reaching all the way to planet Jupiter and beyond. They have measured the more intense electromagnetic hits Jupiter is receiving from these photons. Yet, the SAME media tells us that these rays are “dodging” earth. That is so blatantly illogical, I laughed myself to tears (I’ve been doing alot of that lately). The bottom line is that earth IS re-entering a powerful photon belt after a 2,100 year cycle. It promises to bring a phenomenal cycle of renewal to this planet, but the only way we can know this is by intuition and faith. The controlled media is not going to discuss it.
04/19/01: I have noticed how the morning sun has been filtering through very tiny particles of dust, and I just learned that this dust is coming from the Gobi Desert in Asia! Imagine that—all the DNA and ancient life we are receiving from that part of the world; into our bodies, our minds, our souls. I also saw an incredible sight the other morning as (J) and I gazed out our 8th floor office window facing the eastern mountains—a very strange cloud formation. There were two distinct zigzag lightning-shaped formations. The awesome thing about this was that one “bolt” was fluffy white, while the mirror image of it was very dark and dense. (J) couldn’t make it out, but it seemed so clear to me. My first thought was that a tremendous energy is amassing in the atmosphere, but it would be useless to say that to someone who could not see it. “You’re reading more into it than there is”, is becoming a stale and old statement to make to me, so I’ll just jot it down right here.
04/20/01: I got a call from the home office today, and it really put things in perspective for me. (K) was calling about the month-end billings, and said “Oh! It would be devastating if we can’t get month-ends out in time.” Huh? Compared to what? If late billing cycles are “devastating”, then how would watching a child’s brains scatter in a street under the wheel of a cement truck seem to you? I have witnessed this. How about the feeling of having your arms protectively wrapped around a wife and daughter while helplessly witnessing the drowning of the husband and father? I have witnessed this. I really wanted to ask: “What is it that you value here? What is it that drives you to exhaust so much time and energy over a billing cycle? Doesn’t anyone see the Great Cycle to end all cycles, here? I resisted the temptation, though. Perhaps I’m feeling an internal alarm clock about to go off. A thrust of irrational forces seems to be pushing me off-center. I acknowledge the warning and silence myself. I cannot seem to find the concise words to express this, but “Give me liberty, or give me death” is running through my mind right now. I have no idea what that has to do with billing cycles. I am working in the corporate world, but I am not OF it. When I enter into this energy, it feels like a machine programmed to treat folders of paper like demigods. I push it away, but the lessons I am learning here are priceless.
05/03/01: It’s been an interesting morning at work. I’m feeling great, excited and expectant, but It seems to me like everyone is moving around the environment as though they are walking against the wind. A wave of feeling came over me just before lunch time. My solar plexus and heart chakras felt an expansive pull, but then it subsided, only to rise again. I had the thought that something great is about to happen. I don’t think it’s going to be a pay raise.
05/22/01: The workplace has lately evolved into an odd quiet. February, March, and April seemed to float by in a blur. But May has brought with it some sort of stepping back and resting stage. Even the office meetings are unusually sedate. I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s like the calm eye of a storm, or like the Universe is holding its breath.
05/24/01 (Dream):
I recall discussing multidimensional concepts with a man. We are in a vast, endless void of space. I get the sense that something is moving under our feet – secrets. I recall being advised to have courage and inner strength wherever I find the ‘dark’ as it really is–a force requiring Light. Also recall a man in a very bright white shirt. Well, this dream totally eludes me. My dreams are usually far more optimistic than that. Maybe someone is withholding information. Patterns do have a way of revealing themselves. Oh well, I just record these things.
05/29/01: We are experiencing a major manifestation of moths right now. The attending biologist is telling us that an unusual second hatching has occurred. This reminds me of the solar cycle which is unexpectedly surging back to a maximum instead of subsiding in it’s own cycle. Well, everything is connected, huh? Anyway, these moths somehow infiltrated our offices on the 8th floor despite tightly sealed windows. I began thinking about how moths are so attracted to light, they are willing to commit suicide by landing on hot halogen bulbs! And they do nest in dark places, too. My dream is coming up as I think about this moth phenomenon: Coming out of the dark in search of the light. These moths are signaling a message. I’m going to have to think about this one. In the meantime, it’s comical to watch the boss trying to kill them all.
June 02, 2001: The King and Queen of Nepal (near India), along with several members of their royal family, were murdered yesterday by the 1st prince, says the news. Quite a story, but this gets me thinking that worldwide political and religious powers and figureheads are facing their demons now. We will, no doubt, see more and more irrational events from these ensconced powers. A major shift seems to be in play here.
Chakra (my cat) has captured, then let go of yet another bird. Three birds in the past two weeks. What’s up with this? I have buried two birds and a lizard (That’s Maya.. hah!) in the backyard, thanks to Chakra. But she is now catching them and letting them go once she presents them to me. I have been able to hold these three, give them a little Reiki energy boost, and send them off. Nature is fascinating.
June 03, 2001: That vibrational sound in my ears came back while I was washing the kitchen floor. It has come and gone a lot since my trip to the Mayan ruins, but is not a ringing sound. The tone prompts me to close my eyes and focus on it. This time I saw five vague orbs or spheres in my mind’s eye. Very interesting to explore. I just observe it, then let it go.
June 06, 2001: I have been having a GREAT morning, but I must be having it in another dimension (hah!). I’ve been making all sorts of silly little mistakes this morning. It is a good day to double check all my work, that’s for sure. While in this very “light” mood, I again saw the faces of some of my coworkers transform into very youthful, innocent, glowing auras–even as they were seemingly agitated about something. I have been getting glimpses of this for a few weeks. But now, I just have to tell someone when it happens, because it is so beautiful to see. It’s like a mask melts off and an ageless beauty emerges for a very brief moment. Certainly they think I’m wacky, but it does elicit a smile. That’s what matters.
June 11, 2001: Timothy McVeigh was executed this morning. So, now you are in the mists of life reflection. You are now being judged in the only true way anyone can be judged. Let your mark on this planet be a reminder to all that in choosing life we must also take personal responsibility for it; but also that the act of revenge killing keeps the killing fields alive–a double-edged sword. Goodbye, Timothy McVeigh.
June 12, 2001: Lots of negative energy operating in the environment. Now, if I really step out and away from the events, I can see a timeline; that’s the only word I can use to describe it. There seems to be a force present that resists this drawing in of positive cooperation and inspired thinking. It is a constraining rather than expanding energy, and it feels like the only way to stop it is to find it and shut down the feeding source. But what is it? Where is it? The scientific mind of the ancient Maya would identify it as a property of measure and movement (time and space), so this must be leading somewhere. We do have a very effective total solar eclipse coming up next week. It appears that many of us are poised for eventful things. Many of us are sensing something. Well, I’ll just have to let this go. But it is interesting to me that in the mists of all this, the building air conditioner broke down, leaving us all stifling in the heat.
June 10, 2001 Dream:
“I am riding in a car with others as we go to the ’snow country’. A TV screen is mounted on the dashboard. I watch it from the back seat as two people in the front explain what is going on (I don’t recall what that was). We are viewing a ‘live broadcast’ and the newsman is giving a guided tour on what we can expect when we get there. The further we drive, the more intense is the snow, and we ‘know’ we are approaching the place where the broadcast is being televised. On arrival, the newsman takes my arm and leads me to the summit to assist a circle of people as they seek shelter. They seem to be almost buried in a white, powdery snow. Well, thats about as close to watching TV as I have come for a few years!”
June 19, 2001: As we approach the total solar eclipse, there has been an unusual amount of shark attacks on the east coast. The eastern coastline has been the focus of intense negative energy for some time now. The Egyptian airliner that crashed just off the east coast; the Elian Gonzales drama; JFK, Jr. That seaboard is awash in dense energy. I think it will be a catalyst of some major proportions, though. The eclipse in Scorpio in March of 1996 occurred in tandem with Comet Hale-Bopp, and manifested the Heaven’s Gate suicides. The time between now and the Autumn Equinox in September could be quite intense for family/home/emotional issues (Cancer/Water). We’ll see. I know I have seen a big increase in communication within my own family. I also know that is a good period to surf the wave—bend like the tree. (Note: With hindsight in 2008, having come to research deeper into the Egyptian airliner crash and the JFK Jr. crash, my hunch is that this “dark energy” was being generated by….I’ll just say “black magik.”)
(Later–) The winds have picked up to gusts of almost 65 mph. The forecasters say it came as a complete surprise to them, but it definitely has the stamp of the current planetary alignments on it. All this, along with the sudden drop of pressure in the bathtub piping, feels like a prelude of some sort. With that, I now end this journal and take it to meet with all the others-a record of my journey. I am now ready to begin logging the events of the total solar eclipse and to observe a new cycle.
June 21, 2001: I begin this summer solstice volume puttering in my yard and drinking in the sights and sounds of the life going on around me. I began watering when three birds flew loudly into my pine tree. They were making such a racket, I was disturbed from my plaintive mood. But I somehow sensed the birds were calling a message. As I bent down to tend the garden, they came in so close to me I was a bit unsettled. But suddenly they all fluttered off and a lone dove remained, cooing against the sirens that have been heard around the city since 5:30 this morning.
(Later–): Very sad news. On the very eve of summer solstice and total solar eclipse, a Texas mother has allegedly murdered her five children in what is initially being blamed on postpartum depression. She apparently drown them (extremely strong Cancer/Moon symbiology here). Texas is the home state of our President. I understand he was born under the sign of Cancer and so was the USA. Whoa. “Something is happening here; what it is ain’t exactly clear”—that old Buffalo Springfield song is dancing in my thoughts now.
June 22, 2001: Carroll O’Connor who made famous the character of Archie Bunker has died. His TV role as a symbol of the uninformed bigot has passed on with him. I send my Light in honor of his contribution to society; to learn to see how prejudice is so unfruitful. With the death of “Archie”, this perhaps is another signal of how the term “family values” is going to totally recreate itself—transform. Goodbye, Mr. O’Connor.
(Later–) The boss and I did a little unexpected “George and Gracie” routine that still has me laughing! He walked up to me and said “Why is it that eagles sit in dead trees all the time?” I spontaneously replied “They’re waiting for the resurrection?” In one of those awkward delayed reaction moments, we continued working when he turned around and said “Is that a Native American joke?” We were almost rolling on the floor in laughter! Hah! Only now, I’m wondering why in the world he even asked that question!?!?!
June 26, 2001 (Dream):
Shopping in a mall I see a cash register. I see the number 119, or 911, or 117 on an LDS screen. I become very aware that a very great debt has been incurred; something about this being charged to someone’s credit card, I think, and I want justice. I confront the ‘instigator’ and say I know all about what’s going on because I saw it come up on the cash register screen. Then, I begin walking amidst a group of people ‘looking for a way out’, and I show them another way. The feel of this dream was as though I were fully awake among sleeping people. Huh?
June 28, 2001: I received an e-mail from my granddaughter. We are both so excited about our journey through the southwest together! In just three weeks I will be heading out to California to see my family and to pick her up. I guess I’d better start making my travel arrangements.
July 02, 2001: I have a bowl on my desk that has “angel cards” in it. My coworkers have had lots of fun over the past few months picking out a joy card, or creativity card, or strength card; provides a little boost, I think. But interestingly, one employee left a little note, scribbled on a Post-It, inside the bowl today. On it was written “Continuously choosing the lesser to two evils is still choosing evil.” Seeing that note sent a chill through me.
July 4, 2001: Darn it! Chakra has brought yet another bird to the door! Perhaps there is an unusually high population this spring, or she has suddenly become an expert hunter.
The little life is in the process of transition now, and the other birds have been particularly watchful of this. They are coming right up to the patio door to try and help their little comrade despite Chakra’s presence. How unusual. But, nature has been very intense with odd behavior lately. A red-breasted bird has landed in the pinion pine’ on a lower branch. The deep red color struck me with its primitive, intense energy. Nature is aware of something and, on some level, I am feeling it deeply.
(10 min later–) The little bird has expired. It was amazing to see that final burst of unfettered energy that seems to precede death. After lying there so still and quiet, it suddenly flapped its wings and I was sure it had come back to renewed, vigorous life. But it was brief, and the soul lifted off. Just hours before Poppy passed away, he seemed to glow, too; his energy was immensely vigorous. I do believe that what must be happening is that a tremendous energy gathers to propel us to the other side. Some sort of rush of pure energy assists us in the journey and makes us whole again–restores us. What a miracle. The other birds are gathering around me, the dead bird, and even Chakra. Together, we are waving goodbye. This is no typical cat/bird tale–not to me. The other birds were tremendously tuned in and focused on the loss of their comrade/family member. Something is up here.
July 08, 2001: Why am I not surprised that [former] Congressman Gary Condit of California has admitted to authorities his affair with Chandra Levy? Politicians are great examples of hippocracy. This same man came down hard on President Clinton over the fiasco with Monica Lewinsky. I believe Miss Levy was last seen on April 30th.
I also see that the United Kingdom is experiencing a demonstrative rise in racial tension; apparently, it is whites against Asians this time. I wish that each human being could have the experience of looking down UPON our earth to see how useless it is to swing swords at imagined fears. Yet, most do live in the illusion—even now.
(02/21/2009: 7 years 8 months later: Arrest in Chandra Levy Case ‘Imminent“)
July 09, 2001: Wow! Planets Mercury, Venus, Jupiter, and Saturn are all coming together in the next several days in Gemini and Cancer. Holey, moley; the next several weeks could bring some real explosive news, and by year’s end, The Weather Channel will probably be right up at the top of the ratings!
July 20, 2001: Vacation begins! I’m FREE! In the morning I will be on my way to California via Utah and Nevada; Britt (granddaughter) and I are planning an interstate cave/canyon adventure tour…yes!
I bought “The Way of the Peaceful Warrior” to give to my son before I leave, for a “happy 2nd drug-free year” gift. I somehow feel he is ready for this book, or the book is ready for him. When he saw it he reflected a minute and then said “Mom! Remember that friend I had years ago? Mike? He had a red Mustang. I got in to it one day, and THIS BOOK was on his car seat. At the time, I thought it was a weird book but I never forgot it. But for you to give it to me now is even weirder! Thanks!” That’ interesting… .
Well, California, here I come, right back where I started from… .
July 22, 2001: Well, here I am in Springerville, Utah. I saw some awesome scenery right after Blanding and on in to Moab. Then, it was desert all the way to Price. I cruised in to the city with the Beach Boys singing “Round, round, getta around—I get around”. Cool!
July 25, 2001: I just heard on the news that Yosemite Park has broken out with a fire. This is interesting, because when I was leaving Springerville a few days earlier, a fire had broken out on the nearby mountain, and I also just read that Calico Ghost Town, near Barstow, is also burning. Yosemite and Calico are the first two stops on our trip back to New Mexico! What’s up with that?
July 31, 2001: Britt and I have had a great adventure! We’ve been to Yosemite-on-fire, and to a half-burned-down ghost town, and to the Grand Canyon (where the southern plateau is on fire!), and to Canyon de Chelly (where a man had fallen over the cliff just before we arrived). Oh, yes! We also were greeted by a dead albino cow at the entrance to the Hubble Trading Post in Arizona! Signs, signs, everywhere a sign. We motored into Albuquerque talking about dreams. She told me she has had dreams about spheres in space, which is interesting because I have many such dreams. Maybe it runs in the family.
August 01, 2001 (Dream):
I am about to take an elevator with others. A fun-loving man is the elevator attendant. We are suppose to go to the 5th floor, but before we do this, he takes us on a “test run” to see if I will be comfortable with this; he calls it an “adjustment period”. I’v also been having a lot of dreams about the number 5 lately; 5, and 11, and 711 or 911, or 119. Humm..
August 03, 2001: Reading “Song of the Deer”. I just read the part where it speaks of how our animals absorb human energy and when present during a healing, they will take up the negative energy. ”Your animals will literally die for you”, it says. Bandit, my beloved cat friend who comforted me while I took care of Poppy, was a great teaching in this. My 1998 journal entries attest to his honor and sacrifice.
When I am doing a Reiki session for a client, Chakra is always present. She moves into an intensely focused mode of quietude and usually positions herself at the feet of the client, but when the energy is particularly negative, she will back into the corner of the room and remain like a little sphinx through the entire session. My little healer cat.
August 05, 2001: In this moment, perhaps all of today, an undercurrent is running through me. It is a deep feeling, like I am unsure about something, but I do not know what that something is. This “sudden change” feeling has been with me since springtime, and I seem to be hearing my thoughts asking questions like What now? What’s next? All of a sudden it is this feeling that a culmination of the past several months, perhaps back to last September in Yucatan and the Mayan ruins, is about to occur in some manifested way.
August 06, 2001: I just glanced over the CNN website and discovered that a major flooding is occurring around the earth. Even in Massachusetts, where a water channel was discovered. They claim it is 100 times larger than the greatest channels on earth! Water, Cancer, Total Solar Eclipse; I have a feeling all this is setting the tone for the next major solar eclipse to occur in December, 2002.
August 06, 2001: I have been studying the Sacred Science of Geometry. Fascinating. I randomly reopened it to a page that talks about the unreality of matter. It talks about electromagnetic currents from the brain; left brain/right hand (electro); right brain/left hand (magnetic). As I apply this to my work in Reiki healing therapy, I am coming up with a concept on why it is that most of my clients remark that when the energy is being transmuted around their head, this is when they feel the most release and relaxation, and they experience some answers and insights about themselves. Being a left-handed individual, my magnetic hand is placed on their electro or left side of the brain, and my right electro hand is placed on their magnetic or right side of the brain. It seems to follow that my left hand/right brain dominance, placed with right hand/left brain dominance would naturally heighten a balanced sense of energy. I wonder how many left-handers are healers? After all, only about 10% of the population is left-handed. I want to explore this more thoroughly.
August 08, 2001: What a strange experience I had today! I was passing by the office of one of my coworkers, when I glanced out the window and thought for sure I had seen the 15-story hotel across the street full of black smoke and flames arising from the higher floors. But, just as I registered the scene, it was gone! The building was completely intact and normal. It was just a flash vision that melted in a nanosecond, it seems. Whoa. I told a coworker about it but, as usual, I get the “rolling eyes” look. Agh!
August 09, 2001: Another one of those precious, spontaneous, humorous moments happened today. I have a note on the kleenex box: “Do not remove”. When asked why I did that, I replied that someone keeps moving it, and I want it right there because someone is always sneezing and in need of a tissue around here and I want them to have easy access to this box. A moment of silence, then (D) says “Bless you, my child.” We all broke out in healthy, unfettered laughter! Laughter that comes that spontaneously is one of life’s greatest restorative gifts.
August 16, 2001 (Dream):
Literally, a knight in shining armor is standing on a board/plank, in front of me and elevated about 6 feet. This swashbuckler fellow is swinging a sword about as I look at him quizzically. Then he stops, and with the most sincere, intense, and focused demeanor he says to me ‘You must believe that no matter what you see, no matter what you hear or feel, this sword will not harm you in any way. It is all an illusion. Do not forget that.’ How could I forget THAT! Wow! You know, this male guide or protector has been appearing in different disguises over the last several months. Sometimes he is a clown, or a comic jazz pianist, or sometimes just standing around on the periphery of my dreamscapes, observing and protecting. Whoever you are, thank you!
AUGUST 18, 2001: About a week ago, I lost my healing-hand pin, a little silver hand with a ruby heart on the palm. I was planning to go get another one. But today, I noticed that the backing had been placed on my desk . OK, so the janitor must have seen it, and the other part must be close by. About that time, (J) comes by to tell me she noticed the backing and wondered what the rest of it looked like. After I described it, her eyes threw open wide, and she said ”It’s sitting on my window sill at home!” She had kept feeling something on the bottom of her shoe while shopping after work last week and finally discovered it was this pin! At the time, she had no idea where it came from. I could not resist commenting on the vision that then arose in my mind, and I said “So….I guess you needed a healing hand on your…sole….huh?” We need to take this company act on the road!
August 25, 2001: A Sacramento, Ca. man has allegedly killed 5 members of his family and is still at-large. The number 5 is become more and more prevalent in my awareness. Five is the number of upheaval and spontaneous change. Something great is about to happen, I just know it.
August 28, 2001: What is this with all the car accidents in the area? Just today, I came across two of them, at intersections, within about 10 minutes. Then, while talking with a coworker, we hear a clashing of metal and look down into the street to see another accident has occurred! Then, coming home this evening, yet another intersection accident occurs, off the main roads, and only a block from my home! I swear there are erratic energies just flying through the atmosphere! I walked in to find Chakra walking cautiously around as though stepping around land mines or something. She totally refused to go outside. Something is awry, that’s for sure. I hope my swashbuckler friend is close by; geezh!
August 29, 2001: The apparent string of auto accidents over the past few days is being manifested by a highly erratic, defocusing energy. The people driving these vehicles are not focused at all; it’s as though some sort of hypnotic energy is breaking down the ability to concentrate, focus. This also explains the memory lapses some of my coworkers have been experiencing, right the middle of a thought. My own boss temporarily forgot how to spell the last name of HIS boss. He said the way he was spelling just suddenly did not look right to him…whoa. This is a good period for staying highly aware of surroundings, and noticing when those mental lapses are creeping up because this could get dangerous. Know thyself comes to mind as I write this.
August 30, 2001: My Native American friend phoned today. She said it is “too quiet“, echoing my own thoughts. It is like the Universe is holding its breath….still.
August 31, 2001: Oh, my Lord…another man has allegedly killed 5 family members [turned out to be a total of seven people], in Iowa this time. Three family mass slayings have been in the news just since summer solstice. These family/friend mass murders are humanly tragic and spiritually chalk-full of the signs of erratic, drastic energy shifts that are now underway. And there is the number 5, again.
(Later–) Dear Journal: We are just simply not in Kansas anymore. My cell phone suddenly became so hot in my hand a few days ago, I had to drop it. I took it over to the store on my lunch hour today, but the technician could find nothing wrong. He popped in a new battery for free, and off I went. But when I reached the car, the voice message signal alerted me. As I sat listening to the message, I got chills. It was a woman named “Donna”; she said she had been held by five Cuban men at gunpoint for five hours and just escaped. She was pleading to have someone be at a bus stop in Ft. Collins, Co. Obviously, she had dialed the wrong number; she was calling “James”. As soon as the message was over, the cell phone heated up quickly and again died on me. So, what am I suppose to do with THIS bit of information?
I have no idea when this message was taped. Three days ago? Three hours ago? My phone did not register a call number. There is absolutely nothing I can do, and I just wonder why it was MY number that had to get this call. My phone is not the only thing heating up around here. And, by golly, there is the number 5 — AGAIN! I have seen more ambulances and fire engines over the past five days than I have seen in five months. All these signs are pointing more and more to a Uranian-like abruptness and upheaval. My plan? Observe; just observe and watch the illusion unfold, right Mr.Swashbuckler man?
Sept. 01, 2001(Dream):
Well, Mr. Swashbuckler Man appeared again, and he is dressed like Indiana Jones this time; just jumping around and pumped up with energy and action. But this time, I grab him by the white shirt he is wearing, and I say to him ‘Listen! It’s time for you to RELAX!’ With that, I push him backwards into a white porcelain bathtub. HAH! I’m really getting to like this guy!
Sept. 03, 2001: I am reflecting on the wonderful celebration and friendship I experienced at the Acoma reservation a few days ago. My Native American friends and I had gathered for a meal, and began talking about how the ancient Anazasi and Egyptian structures could have been built. Even the direct descendants of the builders of these structures are stunned with the feat! Well, out of nowhere, a strong concept pierced through my darting thoughts: An ant carries 100x its own weight. A rather simple thought, I guess, but it reminded me of the Hopi ancient texts with the story of ants who protected and fed the survivors of each world age. These “ants” had extraordinary mental power.
Sept. 04, 2001: I just have this nagging feeling that an abrupt change is about to energize my life existence. I know that, ever since April, I have been acutely aware of some great change. But, I believe I have become pretty resilient with change and flux, so, whatever. I’m learning to surf the wave. Yes!
Sept. 05, 2001: I’ve been reading Taking the Quantum Leap; quantum physics at its finest. The author explains Einstein’s early theories, among which was that the discontinuities in the emission and absorption of light and heat were not to be found in the oscillating bits of matter producing heat and light; rather they were IN the heat and light energy itself! Bravo!
This instantly brought up in my mind a fascinating dream I had back in 1998, before I even gave a conscious thought to the Maya or the southwest, or to the Native American culture at all. But it was this:
A shaman (probably Mr. Swashbuckler in another disguise) is shaking a rattlesnake tail as he approaches me. With piercing and intense eyes, he comes right up to me and he says ‘Remember this; it is what is IN the tail that matters.’
That dream remained a puzzle until two years later, when I found myself visiting ancient Mayan ruins in Yucatan. At Chichen Itza, the sun manifests a perfect serpent during the fall equinox. The “tail” points up to the heavens from the top of the pyramid—to the Pleiades, the ancient lore tells us. Well, perhaps it is what was (or is) in the pinnacle of the pyramids that matters; something that perhaps has been overlooked, or cannot be seen with a 3D lens on life. I wonder what that could be. My hunch is that Einstein came very close to the answer to that mystery.
Sept. 07, 2001 Dream:
I am on a luxury cruise. The ‘excursion of many days’ is now winding down. Some crew members are preparing the ship cabins for new arrivals as I go into a wide open cabin/hall. There, people are receiving parting gifts. I am then told of a marriage that will be taking place between a crew member and a cruise guest. I then see other crew members hosing down beautiful, translucent crystals to make them clean and whole again. I am a little nostalgic that the cruise has ended, but it does seem like we have been on this cruise for a very, very long time.
Sept. 08, 2001: Dream:
I dreamt about the numbers 1 and 5. Something about these two numbers being endpoints of some kind.
I awoke and immediately reread the ancient teachings on the vibration of the number 5, and it finally hit me that many ancient texts talk about the “5th and last world.” That’s it! We are approaching the age of transformation now! The five-pointed star represents the 4 directions, with the “mental man” at the pinnacle, striving for higher unity. In the natural cycle of the Universe, we have come back around to some sort of “opening”; an opportunity to reach up into higher thought, higher dimensions. This must be the reason for the erratic Uranian energies now. It is always darkest before the dawn, and I think that maybe we are at the stage now where we are reaching the midpoint of the dark, and coming in to an age of light and renewal. Time to start anchoring the light.
Sept. 09, 2001: I begin this new journal on the same day as I finished the last one, because it just seems like a good time for new beginnings. (^_^).
Sept. 10, 2001 Dream:
“Holey moley! A night of quite explosive dreaming! I am just stunned! I am standing on a wide open desert plain, but it feels somewhat like a surrealistic New Mexican town. I am getting reports that planes will crash ‘in the east.’ I look to the east and see 5 or more jetliners crash and explode in flames. I think that they have crashed in Iowa or Indiana because the letter ‘I” is impressed upon me. But then, as I measure the distance in my dream mind, it occurs to me that the trajectory of the planes would put this further east than that. Then, after a pause, I look to the west into a fiery sunset, and I see the ‘mother of all airships’ flying at stunning speed. I turn to a woman standing with me who simply and calmly says, ‘And so it has come…’ . This beast of an airship is spewing out flames all around and although it is flying at incredible speed, I am somehow able to see its detail. It is dark and monstrous and fierce; then it, too, crashed in the east. It just disintegrated. I recall saying over and over as the planes were crashing, ‘They are now atoms and particles pressed out into space, remnants of the human race.’ I awoke spontaneously and cannot even imagine why I would have such a dream.”
(Later) Strange morning: First thing, the front door alarms at work malfunctioned and created all sorts of problems. Then I get a letter from my son’s former wife and containing his birth certificate. With it was a short note, “I think Brian may need this soon.” After all this time, she sends it now? Then, I go to the bank to get petty cash, and the teller suddenly could not count out the money! It took four tries on her part; and the company phone systems screwed up and started disconnecting everyone! But the strangest thing for me was that when I went to pour myself some coffee, the energy buzzing through the pot was incredible. I turned to (G) and said “We are most assuredly not in Kansas anymore, Todo.” That pot almost vibrated out of my hand! I don’t know why no one else remarked about that. The air feels like a rubber band is about to snap. I told one of my coworkers about this dream. We were dumbfounded as to why I would dream such a violent dream when I am not experiencing trouble in my personal life. But it gave us a chance to share some dreams and enjoy a discussion.
Sept. 11, 2001: I am sitting in my van trying to absorb what has just happened on the East Coast. The World Trade Center and the Pentagon have been attacked. I don’t watch TV, but when I came to work this morning, my coworkers were gathered around one. They told me two planes had crashed into the WTC; all I could say was “more are coming.”
I just heard Sen. Joe Biden say on the radio, “We are coming into a new reality.” He may never know how much Truth was spoken in those words.
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Since that horrific day in September, I have heard alot of talk about getting “the terrorists.” But, we have seen terrorism emerge from virtually every region of the world since the beginning. These “fanatics” are only the “swords”. But, what about the powerful forces using those swords, turning them INTO fanatics? The wars in our world will end when they are ended in our minds. And who is feeding those minds? Those who watch behind the scenes in high places and who understand the power of FEAR. That is the real war we need to win.
THESE DREAMS
I have kept dream journals since 1983 and have found that some have manifested over days but some even years after the dream. I create this blog to post dreams that seem to me too real, not related to personal issues or “flights of fancy”. I start with one last night, which I call:
“The Dark Blue Passenger Plane”:
Night of 07-31/8-01 2008:
I am talking with some ‘coworkers’ in a building several stories up. Suddenly, a passenger jet painted dark blue flies by the window and I’m thinking that it appears too low not to hit something. We watch as the dark blue passenger jet slams into a strip mall. I watch it slide sideways (or come in sideways) on impact, destroying the buildings and all the people. The only store still standing seems to be an “anchor” store, a bigger store on the right side of the mall (seen as on the left in dream). This building is shaped somewhat like a Taco Bell fast food place or similar southwest adobe architecture. I keep dialing 911 but I either get a wrong number or interference in the line. As the scene settles somewhat, I run to what would be the left side of the strip mall (to the right from my vantage point) and notice that the jet had not penetrated this exterior wall, which had formed a side of what was a ’country kitchen’-like restaurant (remnants of gingham designs). Reminded me of a place I visited many years ago called Lincoln Village mall.
Update 7/14/09: Southwest Checks Planes After Hole Forces Landing “Southwest Airlines inspected nearly 200 planes and put them back in the sky Tuesday after a foot-long hole opened in the cabin of an identical jet, forcing the aircraft to make an emergency landing in West Virginia.”
By DAVID KOENIG AP Airlines Writer
Yikes! Fortunately, this “blue passenger plane” landed safely without any injuries. Hopefully, mandatory checks that resulted will avoid any future incidents.
“Pegro”
Night of 12-03/12-04 2008:
As I was waking this a.m., I was still hearing a male voice from a dream. The last words I recall him saying: “Remember! It is not Pedro but Pegro!” The “G” was so emphasized. No idea where this came from but am posting to see if something with that name pops up in the news.
“The Red Number”
Night of 12-13/12-14 2008:
Very real but short and succinct. Written in large red color on a whiteboard: The number 2830 (or 2380).
“Red Number Part II?”
Night of 12/20-21/2008:
Again, in large red color on a whiteboard: Three numbers in a column but only recall the top one: 9.8.
“A doctor in the house”
Night of 01/14-15/2009:
I walk down a hospital hallway looking for a certain patient. Someone points to a medical chart next to a certain door and I take a closer look. A gold plate on the wall first appears to read “Dr. Cipher” but the C turns into a P and becomes “Pipher.” I look at the patient chart. I see just initials: “G” (first name) ”B” (last name). I realize the doctor is to become well known in a famous case or for a certain illess/epidemic in general.
“Aerials over Vietnam”
Night of 03/13-14/2009:
I am one of two passengers in a car driven by a “diplomat.” I think the other passenger (in the middle) is a doctor. We are all in the front seat. The “doctor” insists I put on my seatbelt. After he says that, I look up and see three aerial craft. The lead craft is huge and is shaped like a blimp but with a very long “fin” coming down at the rear and next to that is hanging a Nazi or a Secessionist-type flag. A little behind, flanking this huge airship are two other planes. These appear more like planes do in real life yet there are no markings and the wings are very short in relation to the body. I look below (I guess we are in a “flying car”) and am told we are over Vietnam at this time as part of a “tour” over Southeast Asia.
“Rodwell Tickets”
Morning of 05/01/09
This was seen while in twilight consciousness coming out of sleep. On what appeared to be a theatre broadsheet from the wild west was a box containing the words “Rodwell Tickets“. I don’t know anyone named Rodwell, nor to I know of any public affiliation with that name. On the Net, I only find an advertisement for a Melissa Rodwell fashion seminar on 07/11/2009 in Los Angeles and an English sports player named Rodwell.
I am posting this mainly because it is so far removed from my own waking consciousness and wonder if that name will come up in association with something “to be announced”, so to speak.
“Blimp, Great Hall, and Holograms”:
Night of 08-17/8-18 2009:
“There is much commotion going on in a city so I step into the streets to see what is going on. People are gathering into large groups and discussing some sudden event. I begin to wander into various groups to see what the ruckus is about and learn that there have been ’sudden upheavals’ in the skies over two or three different cities in the country. [I assume I am in America but not sure]. I return to my ‘home’ and turn on a TV. I watch a ‘live shot’ of a blimp moving over a city and then it suddenly explodes! I think I am watching an event that already took place but when I walk back outside, I watch the skies for a short time and then that same blimp appears and explodes! I am puzzled because I cannot figure out how I saw it on TV before it actually occurred. The blimp explodes while it is over a harbor or riverway of some kind. This river is near a factory or a wharf–the area appears industrial to me. I see no markings on it before the explosion—just silver or similar. I then find myself in a ‘court of law’ and some kind of proceeding is taking place. In various corners of the balcony of this ‘Great Hall of Justice’, I see prominent men standing in the shadows of the corner areas. I go to each one, and each time I am told to ‘remain quiet’ , which frustrates me. So as I grab one by a lapel, I find to my surprise that he is a Hologram! They are all holograms, I find out. I turn to someone who has been ‘following’ me and she starts to speak..” But I either woke up before I heard what she said or I can’t recall–darn!
PELELIU 1944: WWII BATTLE FOR BLOODY NOSE RIDGE IN PICTURES
NOTE: I received a request from a Mr. Samuel L. Lopresto, RM2/C retired, US Navy land force (see 09/13/09 entry in the Comments section below). Please contact me or Mr. Lopez if you can assist this gentleman with his question: “I have tried every possible way to find any info on the special unit I served with during the battle of Peleliu. This unit was named Combat communication Unit 43-E …”. Thank you!
WAR AND PEACE THROUGH MY FATHER’S EYES
When I inherited my father’s Marine Corps WWII Service album, I went quickly through it, thinking to myself how can I possibly keep this pictorial journal of war and death? For the first two years, it was hidden away in a back shelf, but somehow, it kept calling to me. Finally, after four years, I gave it to a friend three states away for “safekeeping.” But within two months, for reasons beyond reason, the war album showed up in my mailbox. So, if it was meant to stay with me, then why? After considerable and deep thought, it came to me to share these remnants of war as experienced through the eyes of one man—my father.
As the ideas began to form and shape in my mind, it occurred to me that by sharing these snapshots and notes there might be information useful for genealogical searches, for instance. But, most importantly my generation perhaps can gain better perspective and insight into what our parents memories contained, as we deal with the violence and stripping of our constitutional rights today. This is my way of turning something negative into a positive tool in some way. If only one person out there finds this information useful in a positive way, I will feel my own mission accomplished, and perhaps this album will have finally found it’s ultimate purpose.
I am forever proud of my fathers courage—he is a hero to me, but he came away from it knowing that war was not the answer. The men and women who have served this great country did so believing that they would ensure freedom for their families and their descendants. We cannot let them down by allowing our government in ANY generation rewrite our Constitution to their own ends.
Please wake, up, America.
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I was inside a huge crater with two other guys when the enemy opened fire on us. The first explosion dropped to our left and the second one, to our right. We knew this was a ‘pinning’ strategy. We waited for the third explosion,but it never came; this is when we realized that the .30-caliber water-cooled machine guns we had been aiming at them were jammed! We were helpless. All around us, the crossfire was lighting up the sky, and it was paralyzing.
It was the next day, September 19, 1944, when we were all walking toward our target, Bloody Nose Ridge, when I was hit by fire in the left side. I was down and could not move, but I felt no pain, no pain at all. Then I was hit two times in the left arm, and while the medics were trying to work on me, the bottom of my left foot was split open by shrapnel. I yelled in pain this time; ‘Oh, God! My foot, my foot!’ I heard someone say ‘Damn your foot! Your guts are hanging out!” There must have been a force that very much wanted me to make it through, because everything that should have happened, didn’t happen. With our guns jammed, a third missile would have got us for sure, but it never came. Without exception, the hospital ship moved out to sea at night, but for reasons that could never be explained, that ship came back to shore to get me that night.
In April of 1998, just months before he passed on, my father finally talked about the war. I am grateful that he passed the above account down to me before he left.
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“If my soldiers began to think, not one of them would remain in the ranks.” Frederick the Great
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Photos were likely taken by a war photographer–I do not think my father took any of the Peleliu war shots, although he was in the middle of most of the action. Newspaper accounts and notes on photos used terms we might consider unacceptable today.. I have not altered them in any way–it was all part of that era.
FELLOW FRIENDS; FELLOW ENEMIES: 1943-1944
Moments of Innocence.
PELELIU, BLOODY NOSE RIDGE: September 1944 .
Innocence lost
(WARNING: These are not location shots from the movie “Saving Private Ryan.” They are reality and they are graphic in nature.
MARTY’S USMC LOG AND DIARY: 1944-45
Marty was wounded only a few days into the battle so entries are rather sparse. Includes notice to his parents and newspaper draft article (Excerpt from interview: “Shortly after I landed on Peleliu on D-day, I became separated from my outfit and, before I realized it, I was pinned down by a sniper…..”.
Bob Hope USO Tour: I have identified Mr. Hope, Jerry Cologna, and actress Frances Langford (with the help of an aunt). I have not identified the others. Do you know?
ON THE BEACH AT PELELIU: An Inspirational story by Brooking Rouse Gex I found this photocopied published story in my Father’s USMC Album. It appeared in `Earth Angel` magazine in 1996 and was authored by a Medic on Peleliu at the time my father was there and wounded. The Medic`s name was Brooking Rouse Gex. I will never know if my dad was one of the men on a stretcher attended by medic Brooking Gex, but he did tell me that after he was shot, he had an out-of-body experience and remembered `standing by` to get back into his body.
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Oath Keepers is an association of currently serving military, veterans, and peace officers who will fulfill the oath we swore to support and defend the Constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic.
DOCUMENTARY: THE GROUND TRUTH: AFTER THE KILLING ENDS “…takes an unflinching look at the training and dehumanization of U.S. soldiers, and how they struggle to come to terms with it when they come back home.”
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NEW 03/16/2009: I am starting a Peleliu Honor List for any soldier I can find who fought in the battle on Peleliu. If you have/had a loved one who was on Peleliu during World War II, please contact me and with permission, I will post here.
Edward A Amaral, Gy Sgt. - Bridgewater, Mass.
Squad Leader, Marine Assault Rifle Co. B, 1st Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division
Bronze Star (w/Combat V) Purple Heart (Peleliu)
Robert C. Baker Corporal . – Madelia, Minnesota.
Squad Leader, Marine Assault Rifle 11th Marines I Co 3rd Battalion 1st Marine Div (Served from Cape Gloucester thru Okinawa)
Patrick L. Finelli, Sgt. Co. K, 3rd Battalion, 1st Marine Division.
Combat Veteran
Otto Hesselbarth Killed in Action
1st Platoon A Company 710th Tank Battalion 81st Inf Div
Michael A. Lazaro, Pvt. Killed in Action 1944
1st Marine Pioneers, 1st Marine Division
Purple Heart recipient
Presidential Unit Citation
Marino “Marty” Pippi Private First Class Stockton, California (my father, 1925-1998):
Co. G, 2nd Battalion., 5th Marines, 1st Marine Division.
Purple Heart recipient
Carlton Robert Rouh, Lt 1919-1977: Served in World War II in the United States Marine Corps Reserves a First Lieutenant in the 1st Battalion, 5th Marines, 1st Marine Division. “
World War II Congressional Medal of Honor Recipient
Joe Lloyd South Private First Class Killed in Action 1944.
Co B., 1st Battalion, 7th Marines.
Purple Heart recipient
Presidential Unit Citation
POPPY: A Story of Life Through Death
(Originally posted at Yahoo Geocities, 2001.)
While caregiving for my terminally ill father in 1997 and 1998, I kept a journal of our day-to-day experiences. It was not until months after he passed on that I went back to review the journal. I realized with 20/20 hindsight that a profound Spiritual journey had taken place—one that perhaps could be shared with others as a source of inspiration or as a layman’s guidance into the world of the dying experience, both for the dying and the living.
It is my hope that any reader who might come across this journal will read it and come away with a better understanding of the natural birth-life-death-rebirth cycle we collectively experience and perhaps a brighter view of the our world and its meaning in general.
Interestingly, these journal exerpts highlight observed current events going on at that time that in hindsight, have proven quite relevant to events ongoing in our world today in 2008.
ENTER HERE TO START THE JOURNEY
20 pages
my poor attempt to recreate an 11/02/1998 dream
© 1998-2008
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