Friday, December 30, 2016

Another Weird Year

Dana, stalking around in May

Have you ever seen the movie adaption of The Mothman Prophecies? It's an adaption in theory only, really. It's not set in the Sixties and the John Keel character has been split into two seemingly opposite poles, one played by British actor Alan Bates and another played by Richard Gere, of all people.

The Gere character is kinda like Keel circa 1966, drawn into the mystery, excitement and allure of the paranormal and the Bates character is more the older Keel, who is very much a broken man, battered and bewildered by the endless enigmas one has to wrestle with when negotiating with the world of paranormality.

And so the Bates Keel character spends most of his screen time trying to warn the Gere Keel away from the seductive allure of whatever is feeding the good people of Point Pleasant into the metaphysical woodchipper. The Gere Keel asks Bates why these entities are fucking with him in this way, why they chose him, implying that he is somehow special, somehow "chosen."

Bates-- chewing scenery like a bullmoose-- gives Gere a dose of crazyeyes and replies simply that,  "You noticed them, and they noticed that you noticed them."

And there it is.

I think you can tell if someone has had a lot of experience with the paranormal by their wariness and their weariness. Because one thing the Mothman movie definitely got right is that the paranormal feeds off death and tragedy like rocket fuel. From what I can tell, the only way you can row through its murky waters is to know where you really stand and figure out how to resist the temptations these powers, principalities and dominions can throw in front of you, because if you start to play by their rules you will most certainly lose. 

I first noticed them a very long time ago, not because I was especially perceptive or intelligent, but because chronic high fever (and I mean very high-105ºF on average) rewired my circuits and allowed-- or more accurately, forced-- me to see things just beyond the frame most people saw the world through, if only just barely and for fleeting moments at a time.

(Then there was the thing with the house that was haunted and needed to be exorcised back in the 70s, but that's a story for another day).

I can't say any of this has done me much good; it's not exactly something you can monetize. Certainly not these days. And these powers seem to be extraordinarily jealous of your attention. The only thing that's kept me tethered is my policy of trying to evidence as much of the strangeness as I can and to keep a healthy emotional distance from it all when I'm finished.

That's helped quite a bit in 2016, a year which I'm quite amazed I survived.


The thing that nearly killed me this year were the extremely high levels of mold pollen, which I very much suspect are being exacerbated by the heavy pollution (there's a major highway at the end of my street and we're square in the flight corridor to and from Newark Airport) as well as by the aerial spraying I've documented outside my door.

For most people this causes stuffy noses and runny eyes, maybe some fatigue. If you're dealing with an autoimmune disorder if can feel like Ragnarok.

What people don't realize is that 2016 wasn't that way out of some random glitch in the causality matrix- it also kicked up some of the heaviest space weather we've seen in some time. Pretty much the entire Solar System was full speed in reverse for most of the year. So if you felt like you were walking through mud or breathing underwater, it wasn't your imagination.

Retrogrades are challenging but not necessarily negative. They can act as opportunities to dig into the hard drive of your life and do some cleaning and sorting. Since I seem to invariably get the full breakfast from the planets I found myself too often on hold with my paying work. But having excellent stellar counseling (eg., Gordon) I decided to throw myself into my research and what resulted was probably the most productive year yet seen on this blog.  

I also took the opportunity of my forced downtime to digitize my old four-track recordings, some of which I slapped up on Soundcloud. This was optimal use of my retrograde-- particularly my Mars retrograde-- and helped tune me back into an important period in my life I'd lost touch with.

But I also did a lot of personal research, trying to parse out some longstanding problems and their possible sources. I have a major mystery in my life, a period of time when I was constantly hospitalized. This in turn connected to a series of extremely unpleasant events, the exact nature of which I'm still trying to straighten out but the effects of which I have to struggle with every single day.

But just when I was really getting sick of having to wrestle with those old demons-- yet again-- the space weather lifted and the devils let go. 

So a word to the wise: you can probably safely ignore your daily horoscope but keep an eye what those big guys out there are doing. I've yet to see these planetary macro-movements fail to deliver on what they promise.

Or threaten.

Saucer-like Object Over S. Willow Street in Manchester, NH


UFOs rose from their grave --yet again-- in 2016. UFO-aggregator channels like SecureTeam10 and UFO World were on a tear, reposting sighting videos (especially over the summer ) and there's the latest in spookware being rolled off the assembly line lately over Area 51. The question becomes what are we looking at, drones, hoaxes, secret technology or genuine unknowns?

There's so much clutter in the skies it's hard to tell the difference anymore.

The other major UFO project has been journalist Ben Mezrich's new book The 37th Parallel, the research for which apparently made a believer out of him. Mezrich has even given a TED talk entitled "Why I Believe in UFOs and You Should Too." Mezrich's project seems to have the blessing of aerospace mogul Robert Bigelow, which is like getting blessed by the Pope, UFOlogically-speaking.

Now I wrote back in 2015 how we had close encounters of the first kind, with my son taking a short video of three UFOs that flew over the golf course where he worked and hovered- perfectly motionless- over the woods for some time. The video is short and low-rez, taken on an old iPhone at dusk. 

In classic Vallean fashion the sighting inspired him to purchase an expensive digital camera with a telephoto lens.  And of course no UFOs have crossed his path since.

A meteor was seen over New Hampshire on May 17

My wife, my daughter and I had our own sighting a few weeks later in New Hampshire, a shocking eye-full of two orange orbs harassing a Cessna that had taken off from a local airport. The orbs birddogged the plane before splitting formation and shooting off straight over our heads. They most certainly seemed like they were under intelligent control.

We were so stunned we didn't even think to get a camera out, though I doubt that it would've looked like much given that we were in a moving car on a very well-lit highway.

This drove me nuts, since I hate not being able to have some kind of documentation of these kinds of events. But good things come to those who wait, seeing that the sighting was essentially corroborated by a wave of similar sightings in the exact same area earlier this year:
More Pulsating UFO Orbs Reported in NH 
Since January, a number of residents have reported seeing lights in the skies of Bow, Concord, Manchester, Bedford, Milford, and Salem. 
MANCHESTER, NH - More residents from around the Granite State are reporting seeing strange lights in the skies during the past few months, including two sightings caught on camera during the past three weeks in Concord and Manchester, according to reports online. 
The most recent sighting was over the Queen City, “a saucer-like object,” that was pulsating and slowly moving over the western the part of the city toward Bedford on March 11, 2016. 
We were up in New Hampshire last year to celebrate my grandmother's 100th birthday, but sadly she passed away this year, one of several deaths the family has had to deal in 2016. But she lived an enviably full life, raising five near-genius children while managing her own career in education. After retiring she spent years trotting all over the world with her eldest son, a popular music teacher who she sadly outlived but whose funeral was attended by over a thousand people (I'd never seen anything like it).

One of the many very odd things I dug up during my retrogrades this past year is that my grandfather worked on the SAGE radar project, in other words the real Montauk Project (Montauk went mainstream in a major way when Stranger Things hit like a tidal wave). That was...interesting. Yeah.

Anyway, this was the project he worked on for MITRE before his work went into the black. My father also worked for a defense contractor when I was a kid, the old family business (called Globe Rubber Works) which also provided parts for NASA (it's since been sold to a Texas-based company). Globe (we just called it "Globe") also manufactures parts for nuclear submarines, bringing us back into Vannevar Bush's orbit.

I was thinking about these connections and many more like them when I discovered this strange detail of history- no less a figure than Wernher Von Braun was basically smuggled into my birthplace and childhood stomping grounds† (a few hundred feet off the coast, to be precise) after the war. Long Island is in Quincy Bay, not Boston Harbor as many often assume. 

Installation where Nazis were processed

What this means is that this tiny little corner of New England- which was so crucially important in the first 11 years of my life- was ground zero for Project Paperclip, the notorious program in which hundreds of Nazi scientists were brought into America and put to work in the highest reaches of the military-industrial-complex.

Long Island is also right near where Globe was located at the time (and was until the late 1970s). 

As Synchronicity would inevitably have it, a story popped up on SecureTeam10 of a series of UFO sightings over Quincy Bay not too long after I made that discovery. I caught wind of the story when it showed up on Educating Humanity, on what would have been my grandmother's 101st birthday. It was also almost exactly a year after our own sighting. 

Now the reason why I found this so remarkable was because of a photo my sister found when going through my grandmother's belongings after her death. A bit of background first...

All the way back in 2009 I wrote a short post called "Owls," which touched up my mother's obsession with the birds when I was growing up. Our entire living room was turned into a virtual owl shrine with statues, figurines and prints. This room was interesting for another reason, because of a story my mother told me after my first son was born:
 She said that just before I was born she put my sister down for naps and then would often take one herself. But she would have this recurring nightmare that a "witch" was on the porch and was trying to come into the house while my mother was asleep on the sofa. 
That was the same exact spot I had the leprechaun hallucination you're all so sick of hearing about.
In the photo (of my mother, my sister and I at Easter) there's a circular patch of dead grass, or of grass that was dead but is showing some signs of growth. The pattern is very similar to a famous UFO case from Kansas in the 1970s.

Now, this might seem entirely unremarkable to you, just a patch of dead grass in an early spring yard. But the thing is that it's exactly parallel with the old owl room. In other words, it's right where it should be when it should be. The ground within the circle also seems to be concave, as if pressed upon.

Did I mention that Project Paperclip went down just a few miles away?  

Now this is also the same spot where this took place, from "My Favorite Nightmares." I originally processed this as a ghost nightmare, incidentally:
The Party: My mother is having another of her parties and the noise is unbearable, per usual. But my attention is focused on the window because there's a terrible light outside in the darkened yard. I look down and there's that unbearable light. This is one of my most terrifying dreams- it actually instills a gag reflex when I think of it- and I don't know why.


Of course, there was also the X-Files reboot, which I've written on extensively here and on the Satellite. The critics hated it like poison (a fait accompli given its politics)* and it's been a hot source of debate for fans but I got as much as I could reasonably expect out of it in 2016. I showed up for the symbols and the signals and there were certainly no shortage of those. Unlike the critics, I was under no illusions that the glory days could ever be recaptured.

But as I detailed here in a couple of posts, fiction bled over into reality after the last episode of the reboot aired:
Just as we saw in "Founder's Mutation," several thousand grackles appeared in our backyard--the day after the last episode aired. They stayed for five days, seemingly waiting for me to record them, and then flew off. 
They were here four weeks early (they weren't due until the beginning of Spring), I couldn't find out information on any other grackle flocks in any of the local news or birdwatching sites online (some of which get ridiculous about cataloging every bird someone sees) and they've never settled here in the 23 years we've been living in this house.

The grackles returned on Tuesday. They'd been gone for weeks and all of a sudden they were back, in my backyard. Some were in a neighbor's tree but it was one that overhangs our property line. I went over to the other side of the house to show that they were in fact clustered on our property, not the neighbors, just as before. And just as before, they disappeared as soon as I recorded them
I have to wonder, was this a bad omen? There's been a lot of death this past year, not only of celebrities but of people closer to home. Some of whom died far, far too young. It's been very difficult and trying for the people I care most about. There seems to be way too much of it going around these days.

But I'd be remiss if I didn't mention that there hasn't been…unusual activity connected to some of this tragedy. 

I'm hesitant to specify because it couldn't possibly be more sensitive but let me just say that there has been some manifestation on a fairly significant scale this past year involving a number of different people (many of whom are outside this household) and resulting in phenomena such as object displacement, interference with electrical circuitry and interference with computer interfaces in a manner that is not only highly unusual but also symbolically significant.

I've documented some of these events and hope to gather other information in the future. Unfortunately, we're dealing with anecdotal evidence but it's been noted on a scale that for me lies out of random chance.

And speaking of bad omens this past week saw this story, which is making news all over the world:
Why are these birds falling from the sky in South Jersey?
SHILOH, N.J. - Weather-wise, it had been a fairly typical November day, two days before Thanksgiving, in the western Cumberland County agricultural community of Stow Creek Township - mostly sunny, with a bit of a nip in the air.
Then, all of a sudden, it was raining dead birds.
And by the time the brief "shower" was over, as many as 200 red-winged blackbirds littered the ground in a small housing development off Frank Davis Road surrounded by vast farm fields. 
"They just fell from the sky," said Larry Hajna, a spokesman for the New Jersey Department of Environmental Protection.

It was the second time in less than three weeks that a die-off of blackbirds had occurred in the same rural neighborhood; the first time, a couple of dozen dead birds were found. A similar incident had happened in a North Jersey farming area earlier in the year, Hajna said.
Dana, creeping around in April

There was also the strange interlude with the fox, who got awfully familiar for a little while there. Her appearances were so odd I started to wonder if she (we nicknamed her "Dana") was trying to tell us something but I got over it. 

Even so, her first appearance was…memorable:
Not long after I was talking with Gordon via Skype and telling him a strange story I recounted several years ago on The Hidden Experience podcast, about a screaming animal that seemed to shape-shift in front of my eyes. When I told that story to Mike I didn't know that both the scream (which sounds like a horrific woman's scream) and the shape-shifting lore were both long associated with the Fox, Nature's great Trickster. When I told the story to Gordon, I did. 
That night as I was making dinner my son bolted out the door, undressed, clutching his very expensive camera (which he bought following his UFO sighting). When he came back inside he explained that there was a fox on the friggin' front porch, just hours after I recounted my admittedly bizarre fox story to Gordon. He chased it, in the freezing cold, but his fancypants camera couldn't focus in the dark. 
The fox came back several nights thereafter. I heard it outside my window and recorded its faint screams in the distance. The next night something must have spooked it since it let loose its fear smell, which is like a skunk, only more noxious. 
We haven't seen any foxes in this neighborhood for several years now. And one chooses that exact night to show up on my front porch.
Dana became a familiar sight (and sound, and smell) but that first appearance was extremely bizarre. But she was a very fitting mascot for a year like 2016, a year only a true Trickster could love.

† Aside from being born in Quincy, my parents lived in Wollaston until a couple months before my birth. My father moved back there when my parents split up and lived there for a few years. I also spent a lot of time in Wollaston when my mother attended college there and at the beach before the pollution closed it down. I used to go down Moon Island (immediately west of Long Island) when I was doing driver's ed, in fact- I dreamt about that bridge for years.

* Their knees did predictably jerk in nerd solidarity for the Were-Monster episode, though.
NOTE: Speaking of nightmares, I had a few interesting experiences at night recently. I don't know what to call them,  they weren't anything like the dreams I've been having over the past several years (I refer to these as "dreaming in the third person"). These were physical, tangible, extremely vivid and cogent.

In one I was back in our old house and had gotten up in the middle of the night. I went to turn the hall light on but it seemed as if the power were out. I took a half-step backward and bumped into a large figure, which then wrapped his arms around my chest.

I tried to push back against him but he had these weapons in his hands. They were these metal rods with electrodes at the bottoms. He then pressed them into my chest and I felt- felt- a strong shock go through my body.

I'd never seen anything like them before but as it happens they actually exist. This would have been the same timeframe as the bizarre encounter I wrote about for Nick Redfern's MIB book.

I don't know- maybe it was the mold. 


  1. Excellent piece, as always. We've had what looks and sounds like a couple thousand blackbirds in our yard for the past 2 or 3 weeks. The din is quite unnerving, and our acre looks like it has been frosted rather than shat upon. So much high strangeness this year, but that's nothing new.

    Recently my husband was outside in the front yard and heard a noise he described as a *ripping* sound. He looked up expecting to see a large bird or something, but there was nothing there. I joked that it was *just* the renting of the fabric of spacetime. Another weird happening occurred about 12 years ago that reminded me of your Dana Fox experience. My husband was outside in the front yard one evening when a large animal that looked like a coyote trotted in front of him and disappeared into the shadows at the edge of the yard. He ran inside saying he thought he'd just seen a new species of dog or something. It was 3 or 4 feet tall at the shoulder with longish hair, and looked like a giant coyote, except nothing like the usual coyotes we see here all the time. We called it a Dire Coyote. Our beagle Bodhi was lounging awake on the front porch and didn't react at all, which was highly unusual. At the time I said he'd just had an encounter with The Trickster.
    Things like this happen all the time, and yes we see things my husband calls 'your lights' from our backyard all the time. As in, "Your lights are back again". We've tried to film them, but we don't have the right kind of equipment, and frequently they disappear while we're inside grabbing a camera. They look and behave like what others have described as chinese lantern-type UFOs, and there are Youtube videos posted by someone about 40 miles from where I live that look just like what we see. This has been going on for years and years.

    A couple of weeks ago, my husband had a vision of an impending head-on collision less than a minute before he narrowly missed having a head-on collision. Earlier that same day I lay down for a nap and immediately had an experience of hypnagogia wherein I struggled to keep *something bad* from getting in the front door, all the while feeling caught in a wind/sandstorm.

    "Strange days, indeed. Most peculiar, Mama."

    I know we are all eagerly awaiting your book, Chris. Rock on, Professor.

    1. Thank you for this, Dorothy. It's important to share these stories since there's so much social pressure to keep quiet about them. The normality-bias pushers rely on silence and shaming but I've found that nearly everyone I talk to has some interesting stories about confrontations with the Weird. It's uncomfortable for me to share some of this stuff but I think it's important for people to acknowledge that the world doesn't actually work the way you're told in school. It's an organism not a machine.

  2. It might be even weirder (in a good way) (of course!), for some artist/poet made you (and another writer) a gift. ctrl+F your name to find it :3

    Merry Christmas Chris, and Happy New, Weirder Year!

    Blessings and Fortune Upon You.

    1. Wow, I am really honored to be included with such august company, OF. Thanks for that and a very happy 17 to you my friend.

  3. Hey Chris, have you considered moving for your health's sake?
    "Living near the ocean is also considered a good allergy precaution, as the ocean breezes tend to blow allergens away. That’s probably why Portland, Seattle, and San Diego did so well on the list."

    1. And Seattle has the best NFL team in the USA. ;-)

    2. Stay away from the Seattle and the PNW if you value your health. Moved here over a year ago from the Great Lakes region; where before I had seasonal allergy symptoms, here I have them all year round. My wife, who is extremely sensitive, was sick for almost 8 months straight after we moved here - doctor's couldn't find anything wrong with her after numerous tests (not that I have a high opinion of Western medicine as it is..) Needless to say, is always wet here, so if you are sensitive to mold, stay away (I think this may be one of our issues). We're heading south as soon as we can.

    3. Yeah, once my daughter is out of school. This neighborhood has messed me up something fierce but the schools here are excellent and I wanted my kids to take advantage of them and the rest this area has to offer. I've always had problems but it seems like there is something really malevolent in the environment. I don't think my system can handle it too much longer.

  4. Great post, this year things seem to really accelerate didn't they? Regarding unusual animal sightings, was just talking to a friend who lives out in Clinton, MA. She was telling about how they've been seeing a lot of foxes out there lately but can't figure out where they're coming from as they aren't near any wooded areas. Also a friend who's a cab driver mentioned the same thing & he lives way out in western MA. I myself saw a coyote right in the middle of a busy street early one morning back in the spring, it looked half-starved & was eating a rabbit of which there were many in the area-this past spring saw a literal bumper crop of them all over the suburbs . I'm guessing the drought we had this past year plus the unusual warm winter of last year (which contributed to the large rabbit population) had something to do with it--predators being drawn away from the woods looking for food. But beyond the odd weather & animal behaviour yeah, this year was one for the records. Retrogrades, celebrity deaths, the election, everything. Hoping the new year is a calmer one. But something tells me it won't be. Peace.

    1. The fox situation was odd. It was far too present and too comfortable around people to fit in with the foxes we've been used to here for so long. There was a point when it always seemed to be there, watching. And that screaming at night is extremely eerie. As for the New Year we have a war in Heaven to look forward to, so to speak. There's also a mind war raging and Obama is really showing his true authoritarian, Globalist colors as he gets ready to leave. I keep humming that old refrain "we're finally on our own" these days.

  5. Chris,

    As we have discussed over several occasions, I, as a lifelong resident of the Mount Wollaston (aka Dagon) area of Quincy, and the son of lifelong residents - including a Quincy police officer who worked the late shift most of his career - can attest to Wollaston/Quincy being something of a magnet for the wyrd. You're covering a lot of it here, so I'll refrain from repeating, and instead mention sightings by my Dad of UFOs over the Bay in 1973; a haunting on Henry Street in North Quincy, also in the early 1970s resulting in a seance my parents attended; a fiery meteor that flew over the city center in the 1960s, apparently landed in the Bay but to my knowledge was never investigated; and strange goings-on at the old Navy Air Station that I cannot comment on as what I know is mere here-say. There's lots more that I'm sure the staid, conservative aldermen of this place would rather be forgotten lest it disrupt our tepid tourist trade, but I'll let it all lay quiet for now.

    1. I love to hear it. Love to hear about people's personal encounters with the weird and the highly strange. We both know that neighborhood well and it's the absolute height of insanity that it was where all the Paperclip Nazis were warehoused after the war. It makes you wonder if all those SS men were running rituals of their own on those dark Quincy nights, investing the landscape around them with occult energy raised from the very depths. More recently there was that mysterious plane flying over Wollaston which was later claimed to be searching for some fugitive. Because you make sure you draw as much attention to your surveillance flights as possible when searching for someone...

    2. Then there were also recent reports of hovering helicopters in the night. And, in addition to the Nazi base, we had tons of Cold War fun, including Nike missile sights (two that I know of) whose underground portions may still be intact; a shipyard that churned out warships for decades; and, several Guard and Navy depots (mostly repurposed now). On the paranormal side, the Adams Mansion and other pre-Revolutionary War buildings around town are said to be haunted, though real sightings are sketchy these days. Same for more recent places, but what's valid and what were the scare stories of school kids in the playground? Tough to say, so many years later.

      There was an online account of the Henry Street haunting, by one of the kids in the family. I can't find the URL, but if I can dig it up I'll add it here.

  6. Quite a year indeed. I only gazed at the skies a few times at night and just saw the usual air traffic, to and from Stewart, and a few other odds and ends (like a drone on Christmas Eve). But I did see 1.5 OVNI's in broad daylight, accidentally, walking down the main street of my town at sunset, about ten days apart. I say 1.5 since they were so very nearly identical in appearance (massive, ginormous white fuselage moving very slowly at very high altitude) I want to say they were the same object. And that says it all. It's been the most scary year of my life except 1992, and 1980, the last two monkey years, both dangerous years in which I narrowly escaped death and disaster multiple times. Those dern monkeys. As I tiger I love 'em but don't much trust 'em.

    Speaking of grackles, consider the fact that vultures circled over my head and literally followed me up and down the same street this year, on multiple occasions, during September and October, during my daily constitutionals in the late afternoon or early evening. They roost in town for a month or two before migration every year but still it creeped me out. Happened to a Scorpio friend of mine who is hard-wired to the genii locii as I am. So at least I am not blessed/cursed alone in this!

    If I don't die before Chinese/Tibetan New Year I will count myself blessed, as much as I do already. I believe your fox is a good sign. It is somewhat a good animal omen, in my experience, like the number 23. It means the law, and protectors, and the unexpected. Also, it means the law watching you watching them noticing you watching them. Or sorta. Two foxes means you will be caught twice, somehow. I.e., for minor traffic infractions.

  7. Wow. The only thing more mind blowing to me now -- besides the fact that I'm apparently not dead yet -- than what has already happened with me this year, is that what you describe is all part and parcel of it. In other words, barring solipsism, I am not alone in noticing what you describe here (and in so many other mind-blowing posts this year). I even had my UFO's -- and I tried damn hard not to see a single one this year. No sky gazing at night, etc. etc., pretty much a complete distaste for the whole subject in my mind for years now. Then in broad daylight, two of the most incredible things I ever saw, both in the last month. (Massive, white fuselage at extremely high altitude, moving north to south...then ten days later, same, moving south to north.) Just too friggin much. Bless us all in the new year...just not too much, maybe? My hat off to you and everyone in this forum.

    1. Thank you for sharing this. I think these experiences are a lot more common than we're allowed to believe but a very sophisticated suppression program has discouraged people from talking about these things. But if we don't talk about them we'll never move the needle and it will just be this itch we never seem able to scratch. There are all kinds of pursuits that produce a lot less evidence but get a lot more money and prestige. And it boils down to this- take the UFO puzzle; if it weren't important and weren't concerning to people in power there'd never be the the kind of massive, coordinated efforts being made to marginalize and discredit anyone who takes it seriously. That's something a lot of conspiracy people simply don't get, that the techniques used on them were test-driven on the UFO community first. And then some.

  8. Happy new year!

    Do a hair mineral test
    You may have imbalance/deficiency that lead to many problems...
    Besides many things here in Brazil iodine and magnesium deficiency is rampant... :(
    And even with lots of sun light we are also vitamin D3 deficient, imagine the rare nutrients...
    Almost everybody is in some sort of nutrient imbalance plus the poisons of the industrial age... :(

    Even without the result of your hair exam, probable you need:
    -Selenium it is a must for people who takes iodine.

    1. Thanks for this. I'll look into it. Unfortunately this only gets you so far when the problem is a toxic environment. You can smell the mold in the air here- there's a wooded preserve at the end of my street and the mold that wafts out of there is brutal. Something changed several years ago, something's different out there. Maybe it's all the EM pollution, maybe it's toxic spores kicked up by all the spraying up there. All I know is that I was asymptomatic for a good while before something seemed to change out there and given the climatic and environmental conditions involved my money is on the mold.

    2. You are welcome, yes the mold starts the “fire”, but you can be more “fireproof.”

  9. After a good number of months of family tragedy I started taking a med for essential seizures, shaky hands. Seems I was extremely sensitive to it and had unpleasant side effects, but the worst, to me, was the loss of my intuition and life of the wyrd. I hated being normal so got off it as quickly as possible.

    Soon as I was sober and electrical juices were flowing I saw a strange plane flying very low along side our car from the driver's window. It had a long fuselage with wings and what appeared to be six jet engines that made no noise. But it also had a huge fin on top that stretched nearly the length of the fuselage and was shaped like that of a fish, larger in front and tapering toward the rear. Around the fin's edge there were intentions as though the thin surface had been pressed together gently leaving no sharp corners, more like large thumb pressings in soft dough. The fin was so tall it appeared longer than than the length of the fuselage.

    We watched it slowly pass us and as it began to turn away and ascend, there was black smoke emitted from a couple of the engines and I noticed there were no cockpit windows. I'd made the comment that someone had a really tricked out plane, but had to adjust my thinking and wondered if this were a huge drone. The view from the rear was even more spectacular. Six engines, no noise, flying so low and slowly along a major Houston freeway; nothing added up except that the sighting happened near Ellington Air Force base, a base close during the Bush II administration.

    I watched the plane turn completely around and it slowed enough in that direction to appear as though it weren't moving much at all while we drove away.

    It was probably a weird drone and I guess the engines were props instead, but I was thankful to be part of the wyrd again. I drag my spouse into freaky reality all the time. Shaky hands be damned.

    1. This rings true to my ears, Knocker. Like I said there's so much clutter up there and God only knows why a lot of it is up there and where exactly some of the technology is really coming from. What I recommend is that you keep a decent digital camera with you so you can keep track of these things in the future. Even if it's only for your own reference. You'd be amazed how your sense of awareness can shift once the evidence starts to pile up.

  10. In the last 10 years, there's definitely something going on with foxes (and other intelligent mammals), but it has to do with coyotes who prey on them. Coyote numbers are increasing in rural and exurban areas. Foxes, raccoons and other little mammals, that are vulnerable prey have responded by moving into suburban neighborhoods. It started with raccoons, I guess b/c they're more gregarious. In time, other little mammals have followed suit. We see it here in FL as we've got a wicked coyote situation -- my husband sees them on his way to work in the morning all the time. We had our first fox sighting not too long ago and did some reading b/c my first instinct was that their habitat was being wrecked for new development, which it is, but that's only half of it. All of these critters are learning that it's easier to live with humans than to live in the wild. And that's not entirely good. So, if a fox picked you, that still very cool, and likely she had very good reasons for it. If you continue to see that fox for a month or longer, my suspicion would be that she's chosen your property to raise her vixen. Extra cool. Enjoy your new neighbors. They're likely not going anywhere anytime soon.

  11. BTW...vixen is the lady-fox. Kits are her litter. Typing too fast.

    Also...a reason why coyotes are a problem is they have no predator above them b/c we no longer have wolves in large enough numbers in the eastern states.

    Underscoring again...foxes, owls and (my favorite) panthers, are indeed magical portents. She picked you for a reason. Just wanted to share the eco-info b/c it's up to us to protect them.

    1. We've seen some evidence of coyotes- I've had a couple sightings of then over the past few years- but I think they haven't really established themselves here yet. I think the cops quietly take them out when they're spotted.

      But the fox was definitely acting unfoxlike, at least in my experience. I'm not sure what's driving it but it's certainly been interesting. And given the symbolism attached to the fox, entirely appropriate for the year I've- we've- just had. It put the anima in Animism.

  12. Of COURSE you could monetize this. Are you kidding?! But I also notice you have much more integrity than others in your field to do that. I have also noticed that you don't plagiarize. In the coming years that will work to your benefit whilst these cowardly bullshit artists telling their half-truths will be consigned to the dust-bin of history. I suspect they may have another year to sell their ridiculous self-help bullshit designed as clever magic (repeated every 15 years but sold as something new), but this shit is over. The truth will out.

    1. Thanks, I certainly hope you're right. There is so much bullshit out there, so many claims made without a shred of evidence to back them up, that you can certainly see why most people want nothing to do with any of this stuff. And then the other world intrudes on their lives and they're left wondering what the hell to do with it, especially when that intrusion accompanies tragedy. We got along just fine integrating all of this into our lives for several thousand years until the so-called Enlightenment kicked it out from underneath us. And what do we have to show for it now?

    2. What do we have to show for it now? Perhaps the none-to-few hucksters making the filthy lucre by appealing to those suffering would disagree. Ha! Jesus is a joke/not real, according to them, but step down to your nearest crossroads and all will be well. Do they not see the irony in their nonsense? I've seen this shit trotted out with every generation, gussied up with the newest buzzwords. Yeah, I've been around for a while. Trust me, this is coming to an end. Don't you feel it? Well, I do. Shit is going down. And I say this not even as a "christian". The wolves are circling, and you know what? That's ok. In fact, it's perfect.

  13. Thanks for the suggestion about the camera, Chris. In this case I would have had time to take a picture, but was so stunned, I completely forgot to take a picture.

    Don't know why I didn't think of this immediately, but about three years ago in the spring we had a month of strange animal sightings, strange in that the animals kept showing up as though something had called them to us.

    My husband sits at a large window looking into our back yard which is fenced. He was playing golf one day when an escaped, young cockatiel landed on his shoulder when there were hawks flying overhead. The bird sat on his shoulder through playing the ninety hole and sat in the car for the rest of the game. He lives with us today.

    Next came a family of skunks, a first in our yard, Cooper's hawks suddenly nested in our yard and in an esplanade in front of our house, a possum could be seen strolling along the top of our fence, a family of kittens showed up at the back door, an owl decided to stay in a pine tree for a while and the last finally had my spouse yelling my name from the kitchen. A very large turtle was standing on hind legs at the back door ubegging to be let in our house.

    I'd been telling my husband he was a shaman calling to animals, a joke at the time, but the turtle was just too much. I was delighted and he freaked. Something was definitely up though. Something.

  14. I also tried an experiment several years back. I decided I would expand my awareness in order to see or hear things I didn't ordinarily take in to consciousness. I saw shadowy figures walking through my house or standing outside my door, one tv would turn itself on in the middle of the nights, an invisible dog growled at me in my kitchen and odd noises I couldn't adequately describe caught my ear several times.

    While it was just an intention, it worked. I have no idea whether I was projecting this stuff so I let it all go, but it may also help explain those instances where super reality intrudes to warn me about traffic hazards ahead in time for me to react appropriately, when I need to slow my speed because an agitated cop is coming at me from the next rise, lights blazing or just knowing when my husband is about to make an odd detour from a planned route. So what is often unintentional might become intentional.

    My question would be, do these animals or events appear or occur during or after periods of quiet, the kind of quiet where one's mind drifts or just stops internal dialogue? This seems to be the case with me so I'm curious. I pretty much stopped meditating for a while when events ramped to the unimaginable. It's taken quite a while to put those in perspective.

  15. Advice for photographers, from one:

    If you're going to invest in a snazzy 35mm in attempt to get evidence of the Wyrd, leave the F-Stop set to 20 (or higher, if using a medium-format rig), and set the focal distance to its maximum. Use these as your default settings.

    Odds are the phenomenon you are photographing is going to be farther away than 30'. Certainly at least 15', but I'll bet more than 30'. Setting your camera like this allows for maximum depth-of-field at greater distances, reducing greatly the need to focus exactly. Get the focal distance "close enough" and you'll get a clear shot.

    Also, set your ISO (digital) or buy film (analog!!) at ca. 800. That's a medium-fast film speed. Faster is better, but you'll get a grainy pic with high contrast. Lower is better for picture quality, but you lose a lot in low-light scenarios.

  16. Right before you originally posted about the encounter your son had with the fox, Ninhursag, and so on, my girlfriend was followed down a quiet city street by a fox for blocks and blocks. She had been asked to help psychically with a missing person's whereabouts, who in the end turned out to have already died by that point, sadly.

    The next morning I went impatiently into an alleyway to relieve myself, after reading your posts, and someone had scrawled some strange words on the wall. TIAMAT was featured prominently.

  17. Came back upon this post by accident - trying to remember a reference I had made to Truman Capote's "In Cold Blood." Anyway, I noticed the subhed "HEAVY WEATHER." As I was reading it, I happened to be listening to my vinyl copy of Weather Report's "Heavy Weather" album. Great info here, as always.

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