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(cross posted at UFOMystic and The Orange Orb)

Cover: Contactee Howard Menger's From Outer Space to You 1959

The message is . . . well, doesn’t seem to be a message. I’ve had telepathic communications with UFOs and “aliens.” Nothing profound however. Or even silly, as in, no alien ever wanted to exchange  pancakes recipes. All they did was say, in each encounter, “We’re here!” Literally. Just letting me know they know that I know that they’re about. Often verified by other witnesses, so, nice of “them” to confirm and not have me think I’m crazy.  But after that, nothing. No Space Visitor messages of universal love, no gentle chidings to start healing the planet before it’s too late, no pedantic monologues about the workings of energy, vibrations, and how the flying saucer engines work.

Life long experiences, going back to childhood. Shared events; such as with my husband. (His, also going back to childhood.) Messages of personal confirmation. Why haven’t I been told of cures for illness or given a message to spread to all of humanity? What about my recipe for pancakes? But maybe the message is — as indeed I’ve been told many times by these invisible entities –  that the “message” is, simply, their existence.

They are here. That’s not debatable. What more do you want?

Just when one might think the case of the keening glowing metal boxes is over, well, not yet.

At the annual Yachats art fair, artist Leo D’Alessandro will present a metal box:
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<span style=”font-style: italic;”>“Since the Mayan prophecy for this year of 2012 is expected to bring the dawn of a new era – a year of transformation for our planet – what better way for me to share my visions of the Mayans than with the metal box I salvaged from our beach.” </span>
<span style=”font-style: italic;”>I know the mention of having one of these mysterious boxes involved is exciting. It’s just right, I feel, to compliment my Mayan theme for the work I present this year.”</span></blockquote>

<a href=”http://www.huliq.com/10282/mayan-prophecy-shared-metal-box-42nd-annual-yachats-art-fair”>Mayan prophecy shared with metal box at 42nd annual Yachats art fair | HULIQ</a>
Tying the metal box into Mayan prophecy — wow. As an artist myself, I recognize opportunistic pretentious b.s. when I hear it. (example: his art is

Maybe I’m being too snarky. I don’t know the artist, or have seen his work. I’ll try to make it to the art show if I can.
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There’s also the “hybrid” — another artist, simply named “Pam,” has made a film that contains a woman who’s told her she is a hybrid:
<i>am says the one woman claims to be a “hybrid,” and is questioned by  an older local woman.  Pam says she shot the “hybrid” female (someone  who claims to have alien origins) slightly out of focus.</i></blockquote>

A YouTube clip of Oregon’s haunted coastal places.

At my blog Mothman Flutterings, a post about something Jim said tonight about a large bird shadow, and possible missing time and/or screen memory.

This occurred on Lorane Highway in Eugene.

When we first moved into our house, built in 1927, there were some definite remnant energies. I wouldn’t say the house was haunted, exactly, but we both felt strong imprints of previous owners. Oddly, the strongest feeling was fairly recent, rather than decades ago. Just not a healthy feeling. And for many years, there was always a negative feeling emanating from the backyard at night. I often felt silly, because it was just a backyard, medium sized, and fenced; nothing out of the ordinary about it. Why in the world would I feel such a strong creepy feeling every time I went outside at night? After many years, the feeling seemed to have dissipated, but it’s still there on occasion.

Overall, through the years, things have calmed down — not that they were ever exceptionally vivid, as with other haunted places I’ve been in — and nothing has happened for some time. Until the past couple of weeks. Little things, like knowing damn well I put something someplace, and then, it’s gone. And then, a few moments later, it’s back. Happened again this morning; my glasses were not there on top of my computer, which irritated me, since I knew I had put them there the night before. (It’s where I always put them at night.) Look around, thinking they fell on the floor or whatever, look back to the laptop, and there they are. That kind of thing has been happening a lot recently. I wondered why this, and a few other odd little things would be happening again after many years of calm.

Then I realized: we decided to devote ourselves into redoing our house. Not “remodeling” (too poor and house too funky for that) but lots of work, interior and exterior. Due to finances and health issues, we’ve ignored our house, inside and outside, and finally decided to direct our energies to fixing this place up. Two weeks ago we started with the roof — whole thing completely redone. Lots of yard work, cutting back old brush and taking out shrubs and all kinds of stuff. We’ve been very active in this house recently, as far as fixing it up. So it occurred to me that it’s possible all this activity has stirred things up on the other side.

It’ll be interesting to see how this progresses, if at all.

Found the following story on the Unsolved Mysteries site. This was posted in October of 2006: True story from Pendleton, Oregon….eerie! Story goes: woman has flat tire while driving highway at night, stops to fix it, strange man looms before her, she awakes  later to find. . .

Yachats, OR 2010 photo by Regan Lee

My new Trickster’s Realm column is up at Binnall of America. Here’s an excerpt, for more, visit BoA!

Some eerie and strange things have been happening on the Oregon coast these past few weeks. While mostly mundane in nature,there’s an aura of weirdness about these events. Climate change, global warming, weather patterns, the aftermath of BP’s disaster in the Gulf, toxins in the ocean, and general earth rage-madness have come together, sending us signals that things are very wrong, and very different from what we’ve known. Things are wilder, more chaotic, sadder, and stranger. Warnings and omens that are wake-up calls to be sure.

Tillamook

A November 6th item in local news: Oregon crabbers in the Tillamook area are facing a dangerous season, more so than the usual: Dangerous crab season puts rescuers on alert Tillamook has a history of wildness; dangerous ocean, haunted waters, the deaths of men fighting the rough ocean while building the Tillamook Lighthouse in 1880. Native American legends of the area tell of spirits in the water and haunted underwater/underground tunnels. The lighthouse is now privately owned, but that hasn’t stopped the tragic and haunted history, for it became a columbarium. But, even that is not entirely true, according to Our Oregon Coast website:

After interring about 30 urns, the columbarium’s license was revoked in 1999 by the Oregon Mortuary and Cemetery Board and was rejected upon reapplication in 2005. The board said the owners have not kept accurate records and, because urns sit on boards and concrete blocks and not in niches, the lighthouse does not even qualify as a columbarium.

As for the crabbers in the Tillamook area, fishermen know of the dangers and that’s not news, but the danger has been escalating:

We’ve lost a lot of boats,” said Mike Saindon, master chief petty officer in Garibaldi. “It is a very dangerous place and it has been for awhile. Conditions are bad and they have been getting worse over the years. No one knows why that’s happening.”The Tillamook Bay bar — the place at the tip of the jetties where the calm bay waters meet the sea — has been growing progressively worse for about 20 years.

“Traditionally when you get a lot of water flowing it clears the channels out,” said Saindon. “That isn’t happening here. The sand builds up on the bar and causes waves to break more frequently and in a larger area. That creates a larger surf zone and not a clear channel.”

Jim and I will be guests on Future Theater, Nancy and Bill Birnes podcast, airs 6:00 pm EST.

Full disclosure: I haven’t read the book.This is not a book review; it’s about the idea of the book’s premise, from what I’ve been gleaning so far. From what I’ve been reading about Pilkington’s book Mirage Men, the thesis is that UFOs are creations of our government. There are no “real” UFOs; just machines and stories about encounters made by man to confuse its citizenry and mask secret operations.

This is old news. But beyond this simplistic “revelation” about UFOs is the fact the government has been getting away with murder, both figuratively and literally, using UFOs as a convenient smoke screen. Isn’t anyone curious about what’s been hidden from us? Put aside “beliefs” about UFOs, they exist, they don’t exist, aliens are real, aliens are fantasy — just forget all that for now. Ask yourselves what is it the government is doing behind those flying saucers are here! scenarios.

A danger with books like this is that the mainstream culture will think it’s been offered an explanation for all those crazy UFO stories, and move on. Even some within the fringes who study UFOs will accept this. Including those “new thugs” that pose as UFO investigators or researchers but are part debunker-skeptic, part dilettante. Meanwhile, the government continues to perform often illegal maneuvers around us, and no one’s questioning that. In fact, stepping beyond the line of questioning will get you quickly slapped with a Tin Foil Hat sticker and you’re shoved over to the kook side. Mention chemtrails and it’s all over.

Okay, Pilkington and fans, UFOs don’t exist. Forgetting obviously that UFO means unidentified object and not alien from mars in a flying saucer … oh never mind. Sigh. Yet we still have, say, spheres showing up in our skies — these have been photographed dozens of times over — what are they? Whose are they? What are they doing? What about the video of a sphere I saw years ago, taken by a local witness, that seemed to disappear but upon close examination was till there, merely cloaked to near invisibility? What was the thing spraying onto the residences — and people! — below; for spraying some kind of mist like substance it was. Doesn’t anyone want to know about those kinds of things?

Let’s take my own missing time experiences, that occurred within a UFO context. And let’s say, for argument, that this “UFO context” was government created. If so — missing time, UFO — then that means our government was doing something obviously immoral, unethical, and illegal. Which is frightening. For that means, if it’s not UFOs, not mental abberation (shared by two people, two and possibly three, different times), then what was it? Why the persistence of a UFO based setting? WHERE WERE WE FOR ALL THOSE MISSING HOURS??!!

But see, now we’re entering MILAB territory, which is paranoid kook fringe fantasy, so no one is going to listen to that, because UFOs don’t exist, the government just uses that to . . . you see how this all becomes a circling back of absolutely no answers at all, while maintaining cover-ups? In typical cosmic joker trickster fashion, the idea of the government using UFOs as a cover for their shadow projects is a cover for the government’s covering up . . . because not many are questioning beyond the initial cover.

                     “Dryad Materializing,” James Rich acrylic on canvas

“You have to take seriously the notion that understanding the universe is your responsibility, because the only understanding of the universe that will be useful to you is your own understanding.” ~ Terrence McKenna

The quote if from Daniel Moler’s (for Reality Sandwich) article Machine Elves 101, or Why Terence McKenna Matters The article is, as Moler writes, a kind of “Terence for Dummies” includes several good quotes from McKenna.

I’ve been asked many times why I explore the things I do; why I blog and write about my UFO, anomalous and paranormal experiences, and generally, pursue the esoteric/Fortean realms. This Terrence McKenna quote resonates with me as explanation.

I would just say that “understanding the universe” is an overwhelmingly and very large assumption, and if misunderstood or misinterpreted, may sound ridiculously arrogant. I don’t believe I or anyone can presume to understand the universe, as in “Oh! I got it all now!” moment. (Even when we think we’ve reached those moments of Satori, they soon fade, like a great and very important dream, and we’re back to the mundane. . .) (And yet, if we’ve had those moments, they become a part of us, no matter how hidden away they may end up . . . )  But as a process, a journey for its sake, makes sense to me.e