Oregon L.O.W.F.I

Archive for March 7th, 2009

I created a new blog for those thoughts and experiences within Fortean and UFO research and events that the individual, (meaning me, mostly, ) is either too embarrassed or uncomfortable to acknowledge. The blog is Octopus Confessional, and I’m not sure why I choose the “octopus” except that the octopus image brings up symbolism that seems to be particularly esoteric. Many tentacles, reaching out, like the millions of threads we find in conspiracy-paranormal-occult stuff. Ink squirts out to hide and deflect. HIdden in the depths. Highly intelligent, aware, and playful, as well as dangerous, even fatal. Eats, and is eaten. And so on. . .

In searching for octopi related news to post on the blog, the first thing I came across were these entries on Octopi weirdness and synchronicity from Naveed’s blog
Naveed’s Realm.

A poetry magazine in Portland, Oregon: Octopus Magazine, and a poem in a 2007 Indiana poetry called Octopus Confessional!

There’s a book that seems interesting by Caitlin R. Kiernan: To Charles Fort, With Love. I’ve added it to my ever growing list.

In Tillamook, Oregon, a place full of Fortean history, once home to the Spruce Goose, legends of a haunted lighthouse (now turned crematorium!) lives the octopus tree. The “octopus tree” is a sitka spruce tree, shaped like an octopus. Native American myth tells that the tree is a “burial tree” and its beautiful, unusual shape holds the canoes of chiefs. As with all myth, there is truth; some tribes in the area did put their dead in their canoes, and put the canoes in the trees. To make sure the trees could hold these canoes, the trees had to be trained to grow a certain way which resembled an octopus. This particular octopus tree at Cape Meares is a good sixty feet at the base; its age is unknown.

Notes:
http://www.capemeareslighthouse.org/Octopus_Tree/octopus_tree.html