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Wedge-Shaped Objects, Rattlesnakes, and Ions–Oh My!

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As I was writing in my journal this morning, I suddenly felt an impulse to start writing down an image that was playing through my mind like a short movie.  It feels like an event—perhaps occurring in April or August of this year (letter “A” prominent). First, I am impressed with some sort of temporary regional darkness occurring around the same time as an “out-of-this-world” object appears in a large crowded city such as New York, London, or Atlanta.  The object is as foreign to the witnesses as—say—a cell phone would appear to people in the 19th C. But, this object is much bigger than a cell phone—more like a wedge shape; a mustard colored Swiss-cheese type structure that just quietly appears on a freeway or a wide street.  It hovers, waiting for people to notice it.  No panic, danger, or destruction—it’s just there.

It seems like this wedge-shaped object is initially more amusing than threatening to the people in the vicinity. I sense that theaters are in the vicinity, causing some to assume at first that this really strange wedge-shaped object is part of a theatrical promo. But, several people later begin to report a “telepathic message” conveying that this is from the future and based on a mathematics not currently known to the public.  All I see then are some curlicue-like symbols emanating from this object that make absolutely no sense.

And, for no rhyme or reason, these “curlicues” caused my mind to call up a really weird dream I had on 04/06/1998:

Dream of 04/06/1998: I am in a wide-open place, like a desert I think. A man is demonstrating a ‘futuristic’ ability to me. He points to objects and I watch as sizzling light beams focus on and envelop them, making them exceedingly shiny new and sparkling.   I especially recall a beautiful purple object all lit up in black space with an awesome gold-like, sparkling aura.  This man, who I recognize as a traditional Native American medicine man, then holds an object up in front of him as he approaches me with great intensity in his eyes.  He holds this object right up to my eyes until the object is all I see. It is a rattlesnake tail.  I can hear his voice as he explains a process about utilizing positive and negative ions—very thorough on explaining this electrical process of “renewal”.   As he shakes this rattlesnake tail in front of my eyes, he says something like, ‘this worked well because of what is INSIDE the tail’ or the percussion of the tail.   He then holds the rattlesnake tail very close to his ear and shakes it again while intently searching my eyes to make sure I understand this concept. He keeps telling me never to forget this.

My knowledge about “ions” is very basic; I have no idea what he was talking about.  I did do some cursory research on rattlesnake tails only to find that there is nothing inside them at all. The closest I ever came to snakes would come two years later during a tour of the ancient Mayan ruins in Yucatan.  At Chichen Itza during the autumnal equinox, we watched as the tour guide described the light from the sun creating the effect of a snake crawling down the stairway of this pyramid. He mentioned that the ancients believed the tail of this “sun snake” pointed up from the capstone to the Pleiades. So, Pleiades energy inside that tail?

And what do “ions”, “shamans” and “rattlesnake tails” have to do with this mustardy wedge shaped, time-traveling object?

So, back to the “curlicues” drawn in my journal:

curlicues

Perhaps my imagination has slipped into overdrive due to my interest in the Rendlesham/Bentwaters “time travel” aspects of their experience. However, the dream about “planes crashing in the East”  just before 9/11/01 [near bottom of that page] also seemed wildly absurd and ridiculous to me before it occurred. So I’ll just post this here and see what, if anything, occurs around April or August 2017 involving a “time travel” wedge-shaped object. If not, maybe someone could use the material for a science fiction thriller :-/

[I just checked online to see when/if there will be a total solar eclipse this year since I sensed a “temporary regional darkness” around this event.  It appears one will occur on August 21, 2017 and—interestingly enough—will be seen at “greatest extent” near Hopkinsville, KY where the “Sleeping Prophet” Edgar Cayce was born.]


[Added 03/05/17: I’m picking up a major crunch of dense energy around last weeks March, 1st weeks April.  Keywords: “Unexpected”, “global shock”, “explosive”, “flight”, “comms blackout”, “market/media reeling”, “outer space”, “govt chaos”.  Just want to notate this hereJ

My 1980 UFO Sighting near Rancho Seco Nuclear Power Plant

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It was sometime in August 1980 as I recall.

Bill and I were returning home from a long day in Lake Tahoe, CA. It was about 1 a.m. but the evening breeze was still very warm so our windows were down. We were driving on Grant Line Road, which served as a shortcut route bypassing the City of Sacramento proper. The only other vehicle seen on the road was a camper driving ahead of us. At one section it ran rather near to Rancho Seco Nuclear Plant, which could be seen lit up brightly in the distance. As Bill drove, I was peacefully feeling the breeze on my face as I stuck out my head and watched into the darkness around us. The stars were magnificent. Suddenly, out of that darkness a bright spotlight appeared from near the nuclear plant, as though its pilot had just remembered to turn on a headlight. It caught my eye of course immediately. As I watched it approaching, I was giving a little narrative to Bill about it, speculating that maybe it was a helicopter since it only had one huge bright light. But as it approached what I thought would be within earshot of us, I noted it had no sound…nada…completely silent like the night. At this point, my narrative must have sounded a little shaken because I recall Bill saying in a voice that sounded distant to me, “What? What’s wrong?” I don’t think I answered because by this time, the spotlight had once again turned off and all of a sudden I could barely see a somewhat triangular outline blotting out a section of the night stars that surely was no helicopter….and it was huge. I quickly glanced ahead and behind us for other vehicles and still saw only the camper, but way ahead at this point. My eyes returned to this craft, which was now almost on top of us. Silent and dark as though it were floating on an unseen cloud. No sign of disturbance of the environment below it.

Then, a wondrous light burst forth and bathed the entire craft in red halo. It was a transparent pulsing red, more like a glowing aura than lights. I was mesmerized and tried to absorb as much detail as I could. What I saw then (Bill still could not see it from the driver’s side) were portholes all around it, which were not lit from behind but dark against the red glow. I was amazed that even though we were traveling down the road at about 55 mph that this craft stayed with us. When I say “huge”, I mean my conservative guess would have been football field size. Although it had appeared rather triangular in shape when I first saw its outline, it seemed overall to be more of an oval craft. The bottom of it, which I could now see very clearly, also had portholes in many places. I was continuing my narrative but was not even conscious of how my description of this craft was affecting my driver. I just know that I felt a jerk when he stepped on the gas quite suddenly. I later knew that he had by then seen the craft on his side and was not going to hang around to see more. But it didn’t matter how fast we went; the craft seemed to keep pace effortlessly with us as it “glided” from my side to the driver’s side. The camper ahead was nowhere to be seen. I continued to watch as it passed completely over us very, very slowly and definitely as though floating. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it vanished–either by shifting into warp drive or by leaving our dimension altogether–poof! Gone!

Bill was not willing to talk about it. He did not believe in UFOs, he said, and that it had to be some experimental aircraft that flew out of the nearby Air Force Base (I think McClellan). As for me, I could not stop trying to draw what I had seen as the days went by. Even at work on breaks, I spent time trying to duplicate it on paper. But I just could not capture the awe of it.

I decided a few days later to call McClellan AFB to report this. I spoke with a very nice screener, and our initial conversation went pretty well. She asked general questions on location, time, etc. and then said, “Just a few more questions and I’ll let you talk with the officer on duty.” This is where I totally blew it. She asked me to describe it in detail. I started off well enough, describing the spotlight, red aura, and the portals, but then it flashed in my mind to say without thought “Actually, it could be described as a flying strawberry…I mean…uh…” End of interview. But….

A few days after that incident, I found a very brief news article buried in the daily newspaper that told of two men who were fishing several miles south of where we were that night on the river banks in Rio Vista. They had described seeing the very same type of craft, but they must have been wiser about how to describe it since they at least made it into the newspaper. I had to content myself with trying to draw this exquisite craft and take the guffaws from my friends and family, but I did not care. I knew what I saw and that was all that mattered. For Bill’s part, he denied later he ever saw it, which was sad to me.

I have not seen anything like it since, although I keep my eyes peeled. For me, it was an awesome, peaceful experience. Despite the chaos playing out in my life, I felt no fear whatsoever in that short time; in fact, I felt a fleeting sense of complete harmony and calm. I had this brief sense of clarity that there was a reason my life was unfolding in such uncharted territory that would in time be revealed. Just for that brief moment, I felt I was being looked after by something ‘out there’. What has happened since in terms of the direction of my life has been to say the least an interesting journey, but as I continue my blogs, snippets of my journey might be seen as patterns of Spiritual color interweaved in my outlook and writings.

So, are we being visited on this planet by extraterrestrials? My answer would be that rather than “visiting” us, our worlds are merging interdimensionally as the veil becomes thinner and transparent and somewhere deep within me is a sense that our changing Sun is somehow acting as facilitator to that end.

A friend and I were discussing over breakfast the interesting parallels between my sighting in 1980 and the Stephenville sightings Jan/Feb 2008. She remarked with a grin, “Don’t you think in the span of 27 years, they would have updated the style of their spaceship? ” to which I responded “Who’s to say that the one I saw in 1980 didn’t simply leave my time/space and a second later by their ‘watch’ end up in 2008 Stephenville? Hummm……

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January 9, 2017 at 1:18 pm

Phantom Images and Glimpses of Time Jumpers

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In the latter part of 1999 after I had moved to New Mexico, I was relaxing while reading one afternoon on my airbed in my 3rd floor apartment. All of a sudden, what I would describe as a “phantom” or “hologram” figure came running through the closed bedroom door, jumped right over me, and then disappeared through the opposite outside wall. He was short, wore a dingy white shirt, a brown belt or holster at the waist, had on a straw hat, appeared to be of Spanish or Mexican ethnicity, and appeared to be from a prior era such as the mid-19th C. Oddly enough, when he jumped over me, I had the very clear sense that he did not see me and in his world was jumping over a tumbleweed, rock formation or even a dead body (in his timeline). That was amazing enough but then, someone or something appeared to come running through the closed door behind him, but that figure completely faded before I could register any detail.
I would say this “timeline merging” incident was completely random in the sense that two or more timelines running parallel to the one we work through very occasionally “dips” or “merges” into ours. Perhaps parallel timelines are recording all events of all time but at different rates of “speed.” I draw it here (top line is our recorded timeline; bottom if slower moving recorded timeline.)

timemerge-graph

This is much different than the experiences of the “presence’ of mom during the time I was caregiving for my father (See ‘POPPY). In her case, it was perceived by me that she was interacting with us in a way that she was in essence “aware” of our present time, although from a an entirely different dimension altogether.
We base time in our world on one revolution of earth (24 hours). But what if there is some slower or faster rate of recording time’s events (18 hrs or 28 hrs) based on some undetected rotation beyond atmospheric earth or within it? Just a thought.

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January 9, 2017 at 12:44 pm

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 that I went back to review the journal.   I realized with 20/20 hindsight that a profound Spiritual transformation had taken place. This journey would see us move from self-absorptive daily matters to the wonder of wider realities in the Universe from psychic activity and self-examination to my father’s inexplicable descriptions of “plasma”. It was a profound journey for both of us and brought awareness and a much more expanded consciousness that we are just one aspect of a much larger universe of consciousness.

It is my hope that our experiences as he moved toward physical death will provide some insight for others.

Interestingly, these journal excerpts 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

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my poor attempt to recreate an 11/02/1998 dream
© 1998-2008

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