Weird Weekend – A Rare Sneak Peek And Update

I was tagged by WANA buddy and God of Thunder Tour Promoter for Thor, Debra Kristi, in the 7-7-7 Game.  Thanks, Debra!  She rocks as writer: Debra will make you laugh, make you cry, make you think.  Make sure you check out her terrific blog, Sparks in the Fire, and follow the adventures of Thor as he tours the Earth.  He’ll be making another pass through the Evergreen State shortly.  I’m preparing my household now for the Asgardian’s visit.

In the 7-7-7 Game you go to either page 7 or 77 of your manuscript, count down 7 lines and then paste the next 7.  My current WIP is so new it doesn’t even have a working title yet, but, here’s a little peek:


“Lo siento, senorita, but I work nights and need to sleep all day.  I can’t.”  He shrugged, and looked away.  “Unless you can pay more than my job now.”  He hinted.  Lily couldn’t, and embarrassed she held her persuasions.  He shook his head, again.

“Lo siento.”  He repeated.  Lily was grateful he stuck around to help the rest of the day.

The herd was in frightful shape, physically, emotionally and metaphysically.

When they finished up that first day, Lily had no time to work on the heavy energies weighing the horses down.  She activated every ward she had on the barn and even called in a couple of astral allies to guard the injured horses when she crawled under the covers that first night.

Caring for the desperately wounded horses, shielding them psychically and magically took it’s toll on Lily.  Their medical care was intense, and Lily could not even begin to disable the dark energies clinging to the herd.  She could only continue to keep them shielded and the strain was draining her rapidly.  She slept in the barn in short bursts, when she could sleep.

Lily had no idea how she was going to fix this.


That’s a few more than 7 lines, I know.  Always give more, that’s my motto.


Speaking of more…I was listening to past shows of Coast To Coast AM recently, and the geneticist who says she has isolated Bigfoot DNA was the guest.  I wrote about Bigfoot recently, and mentioned the press release from this woman’s company.  I said in that post that I was reserving judgement until I saw the data published in a peer-reviewed journal.  I figured that was the last I’d hear of it.  I was wrong.

The show aired on December 23, 2012, and it was a real eye-opener to listen to this woman speak.  Dr. Melba S. Ketchum is no lightweight.  She is a veterinarian, a genetics researcher and she founded a company called DNA Diagnostics in 1985 that offers services in human and animal forensics, paternity testing and disease diagnostics to name just a few.  In the interview, she stated categorically that she was not a believer in Bigfoot before she began this project.  She also said that this discovery has caused such traumatic upheaval in her life that, when host George Knapp asked her “if she had the choice, would she do it again” her “No!” was immediate.

In her opinion, her proof is conclusive, she has isolated the genome of a previously unknown human hybrid.  That the mitochondrial DNA is unquestionably of modern humans, and that there are DNA segments that are unknown to any current database.  She states these are a tribe of humans, that they should be immediately protected, and all ‘Bigfoot hunts’ should be stopped.  Needless to say, she has irritated a large body of Bigfoot researchers whose bread and butter relies on hunting Sasquatch.  Not everyone, it seems, is thrilled with her research or her statements.

She could not describe her research protocols, or give a lot of details because her paper is currently under review for publication.  She was fully confident in the paper being accepted, but did qualify that if it was not, she would publish the data publicly.  I was persuaded by her testimony.

Don’t let me sway you though.  Listen for yourself.  Skip to minute 41 for the Dr. Ketchum’s interview.  The first hour is interesting, but unrelated to this topic.

It’s over 2 hours long, but it if you interested in Bigfoot, you’ll enjoy this.   Put it on in the background while you’re cooking dinner or doing dishes, that’s how I listen.  Then come back and let me know what you think.


Ghost Hunting Part Two – The Ghost That Followed Us Home

The tour guide was only half kidding when she said “We aren’t responsible if any of the ghosts follow you home.”  It brought back memories of The Haunted Mansion at Disneyland.  I could almost hear the sonorous tones of the heavy male narrator’s voice from the ghostly Disney ride override the tour guide uttering the same phrase.  She added cheerily, “but if they do, please call us, we’d love to come investigate!”

No need, the ghostly lady in the back seat wasn’t the first to hitch a ride with us, and I’m sure she won’t be the last.  I can see and talk to the dead, and help them cross the veil to the other side if they are earthbound.  Hub and I were almost home when she made her presence known.  Thin, willowy, but too heavily scarred by sorrow to be called beautiful, the dead lady kept looking longingly at my husband from where she perched behind him in the car.  “My husband?  Where is my husband, and my baby?”  She asked repeatedly.  She was confused, didn’t understand how she was suddenly in this strange carriage, didn’t completely understand she was dead, and far out of her own time.

It took a little effort to get her attention, she was fixated on Hub, mistaking him for her long dead husband.  I reached out, snapping my fingers in front of her face and calling sharply to her.  When I got her to finally look at and respond to me, I got her story in an instant.  Husband and baby both sickened and died.  She wasn’t sure of what, just showed them to me as feverish and coughing.  She answered “Marie” when I asked her name, but kept reaching toward Hub with her insubstantial hands.  Her pain was a tangible presence in the car, she’d died of a broken heart.

“He’s not your husband.  He’s mine.  Your husband and baby are dead, and you are too.”  She turned big, pale eyes to me, uncomprehending.  “You are dead.  You’re a ghost, stuck here on the earthplane.”  I told her.  By this time we had arrived home.  Hub got out of the car, leaving me alone in it after he parked it in the garage.  Just me and the ghost.  Outside the car door, my chickens began to stir and cluck uneasily in their darkened henhouse.  It felt dark and heavy in the garage, as if the lights weren’t bright enough.

“I miss them so.”  She whispered.  “Why can’t I find them?  How did I get here?”  She was full of questions.  I don’t know how other mediums communicate with spirits, but I find it easier and truer if I stick to emotions and images with minimal words.  I show them what I mean.  So you’ll have to forgive me for translating some of those images, emotions and thoughts into sentences.  It makes an easier read and description of something that is sometimes difficult to transpose into words.

I also work very closely with my guides and guardian spirits.  I ask them to come close and aid the spirits I work with, easing their transition across the veil to home.  There in my garage, sitting in my car, I called in my guides and asked them to help locate this woman’s loved ones on the other side.  Marie continued to stare around the car and darkened garage, she was starting to get frightened and tune me out.  “Where did the man go?  Is that my husband?”  She continued to fixate on Hub.

“Hey, Marie.  I need you to listen to me for just a moment.”

“No.”  Indignant.  She didn’t want to listen to some random woman, she wanted to find her family.  I could understand that, but she wasn’t going to find them at my house.  “Why should I listen to you?”  Disbelief, scorn.  She sneered.

“I can try to help you find them, Marie.”  Again she turned those big, pale eyes on me.  Anger showed in them.  “You don’t know my husband.  I don’t know you.  Where am I?”  She was starting to get agitated, the atmosphere in the car darkened more, and it was hard to see out the windows.

When the spirits get upset, the only answer to their fear or anger is love.  I powered up my heart chakra, and offered her pure spiritual love.  I showed her I held only compassion for her and real desire to help.  “I want to help you, I want to try, and my guides want to help you too.”  Her expression of anger slowly melted, as she took in that I meant what I said, and that I wasn’t affected by her anger.

In Reiki II, my class learned a technique called the Bridge of Light.  It is a spiritual energy bridge offered to one who is about to die, or to spirits who have not yet crossed over.  For the dead, and the dying it eases their transition, and connects them with loved ones already on the other side of the veil.  I showed Marie the bridge, and offered the energy to her.  I offered her additional Reiki energy to help her heal her psychic wounds, and to help her retrieve the parts of her soul that she’d lost along the way.

Anger and mistrust dissolved.  “Truly?”  She was afraid to hope.

“Yes.”  I told her.  “And my guides mean it too.”  Marie touched the Bridge of Light with one foot, and her whole being lit up.  She took two steps, and smiled tentatively.  Her lips stretched wider as she followed the path laid out on the Bridge, aided by her own guiding spirits who met her and welcomed her before she’d traveled halfway across.  Her spirit lit brightly as the missing parts of her soul flew home to join her as she fully crossed the veil.

With an nearly audible pop, the atmosphere in the garage lightened.  It had a bright and sparkly feel, and the hens uttered soft coos as they settled back into sleep.  Marie blew me a light kiss and a thank-you as she joined her family on the other side.  I smiled and got out of the car.

“Everything okay?”  Hub asked as he threw the ball for our Lab to chase.  It glows in the dark, so she can find it at night.  I took a deep breath and looked around our yard, then back into the garage.  No ghosts.

“Everything’s just fine.”  I told him.

I'm pretty sure Marie was hiding in this room on the tour.
I’m pretty sure Marie was hiding in this room on the tour.


Weird Weekend – Bigfoot, Hoax Or Real Deal?

Ah, Bigfoot.  One of the trifecta of cryptids that also includes the Loch Ness Monster and the Yeti.  Remember the Patterson film that surfaced in 1967?  A large lumbering ape-like creature filmed by two men out on horseback in Northern California had been praised and vilified.  Is it a hoax?  Is it real?  Both men involved consistently claimed it was not a hoax, but many have come forward since saying they wore a suit and faked the Patterson film.

Others, such as the Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization maintain that this is a legitimate film showing an actual Bigfoot.

Real or fake?  A flesh and blood organism, a large mammalian species that has thus far gone undiscovered in North America?  Sightings continue to this day, as you can see in the two following videos.

Some of them even make it to the evening news.

Naturally, some are manufactured, deliberate hoaxes, as was the case in Montana when a man put on a Ghillie suit (a type of camouflage), to try and get people to call in and report Sasquatch sightings.  Sadly, that hoaxer met a tragic end when he was struck twice and killed by cars while crossing a highway.

The biggest factor brought up by the naysayers is the lack of hard evidence.  The blurry photos and videos, the absence of physical trace seem to point to an absence of an actual animal.

Or do they?  Is there any physical evidence that has not hit the mainstream media?  Researchers in Texas say they have sequenced Bigfoot DNA from “purported Bigfoot samples.”  They claim that the DNA proves Bigfoot is a heretofore unknown species that is a “a human hybrid with unambiguously modern human maternal ancestry.”  Wow.  Take that one in for a moment, and ponder if we can prove that one cryptid is real, what does that say about the rest?  I encourage you to read the report I found, here.  It’s not a scholarly article, still waiting to see that, but nonetheless, it is food for thought.

Have you seen a Bigfoot?  Heard one hollering in the woods while you were camping?  I haven’t, but a good friend tells how she and another friend listened to one howling on a mountainside while they were camping a few years ago.  These were experienced campers, and outdoor enthusiasts and both said it was like nothing they’d ever heard before.

How about you?






Weird Weekend – Modern Ghost Hunting Part One

Hub and I went on a Ghost Tour last weekend.  I love that sort of thing, and his daughter gave us a gift certificate for the tour for Christmas.  We were lucky it wasn’t raining, but cold and foggy, which gave the perfect atmosphere.

Just the history part made the tour worthwhile, but we made multiple stops at various famous downtown Seattle landmarks.  Like the Smith Tower.


Security guards tell of hearing furniture being dragged across floors above them, even in rooms where there is no furniture.  Shadows are seen flitting across monitor screens, security cameras catching movement on supposedly unoccupied floors.  In both cases, when the guards investigate, no one is on the floor.

We went into the lower level of the Merchant’s Cafe, the oldest restaurant in Seattle.  I immediately felt the presence of many spirits, especially in the bar area and the bathroom.  I saw a lady, dressed in vintage clothing stroll down the hall to disappear into the bathroom.  I followed, snapping pictures, then returned to hear the tour guide saying how a woman is often seen going into the bathroom.  I wanted to say, ‘Yes, I know’ but kept quiet.  The bathroom pics were not that impressive, although a faint orb is visible in one.  I had better luck with the bar.  I got a few funny looks from others on the tour, but I whispered to the spirits that I knew they were there, and I was going to take some pictures.  If they would like to appear in the pictures, that would be much appreciated.   I took two pictures with nothing, then got this one.


I know. Dust motes, it’s the quickest and easiest explanation.  Hub cleaned the lens thoroughly before we left for the tour, and it was closed unless I had it out taking pics.  I did get quite a lot of orb pictures, actually, and they are never in the exact same spot, so I’m quite sure it’s nothing on the lens itself.

I know.  It doesn’t preclude floating motes in the air.  With the three orbs in the picture above, I’m not 100% convinced they have a spectral origin.  These next two though, I’m pretty sure I captured the spirits who inhabit these portions of underground Seattle.




They are so bright and shiny, and I was actively communicating with the spirits in these locations at the time.  The only alteration I have made to these two pictures is to crop them to zoom in on the orbs.  The bar picture is completely untouched.

This was only my second time actively trying to communicate with spirits and capture it digitally.  I’ve had great luck so far and I’m looking forward to sharing them with you.  While nothing overt happened to Hub or I on the tour, I did make contact with several of the ghosts in the locations we visited.  Including the one that followed us home.  Stay tuned for that story!

My next time out, I’m going to try and capture some EVP’s.  What ever I get, I’ll be sure and share.







Wild And Weird, But What Happened To The Mayan Apocalypse?

Oh the best laid plans…you know the end of that quote.  I had all these plans to get so much writing done on my time off!  Blog posts queued up, WIP work, but darn reality anyway, threw me for a huge loop.

On the 19th, I woke up early to blood spattered all over the downstairs.  No kidding.  It wasn’t exactly a bloodbath, but someone had a big problem.  My 13 year-old male kitty, Jasper, had a ruptured abscess.

I know, ick!  He’d given no sign of having any issues, so it was a complete surprise to me.  I had a crisis and a meltdown.  I thought it was something way worse and I was convinced I was going to have to put him to sleep.  I cried a lot, then my brain kicked back into gear and I was able to get Jasper a little more cleaned up and a better idea of what was going on.  By the time Hub got home from work to help me get him to the vet’s, I had stopped crying hysterically calmed down, and figured out that maybe it wasn’t as bad as I had originally thought.  Note to self:  It’s better to think things through before going straight to “He’s gonna die!”

Kitty came home from the vet’s that night, and I said many grateful prayers while I watched over him.  He was pretty weak the first couple days, and it’s a good thing I did have time off.  He wouldn’t eat or drink on his own.  He would drink water if I gave it to him in sips from a syringe.  He nibbled delicately at the baby food that I presented to him on a spoon, but would turn his head away after a bare half-teaspoonful.  Which meant I was spending an awful lot of time on the floor of my bathroom to keep him hydrated and fed.

Sleeping is what he's best at.
Sleeping is what he’s best at.

Now we’re in the home stretch, and he is well on his way to a full recovery.  Yay!  Stitches come out Wednesday and my two weeks of keeping Jasper isolated from the rest of the animals can finally end.  His brother, Sage stands outside and paws at the door, missing his wrassling buddy.  Sister Magic, on the other hand, has appropriated Jasper’s favorite sleeping spot in his absence.  It will be good to finally be able to get things back to quasi-normal.

Then, it was the holidays.  Meh.  I just was not that into them this year, the commercialism seemed overdone and tacky.  I wasn’t even sure I would put up a tree, I was in such a bah humbug mood.  But Jasper on the mend seemed like the best present I could ask for, and I began to feel a bit more celebratory.  So when Hub put up the tree on the 20th, I put up the ornaments.

I did end up decorating the tree once Hub put it up.
I did end up decorating the tree once Hub put it up.  Can you find Han Solo and Gene Simmons?

Then, there was visiting with the grandkids.  Let’s just say, I never knew how much fun it was to run and scream and race through the house wielding an inflatable sword while chasing down a three year-old.  It got better when youngest grandson would abruptly slide to a halt and reverse course to dash after me, screaming just as loud.  I let him catch me and beat me up with his own inflatable weapon… a mallet with who on it?  Thor of course!  Joy!  I haven’t had so much fun since I was a kid!  Writing anything was a distant second to running and playing with small children I haven’t seen in months.

But what about that Mayan Apocalypse?  Big Nothing? Or…?

Oh Mayan Apocalypse, you were hyped and feared, but where were you?  No asteroid slammed into the Earth, no massive pole shift rearranged the continents and, to my utter disappointment, no aliens appeared in the skies above.  Worst of all, NO zombies!  So what was it all about?

It doesn’t matter what everyone else said.  In short, the Mayans said this was the end of one age and the start of another.  Sure other ages had ended in cataclysms, but this one was different.  This one was about a spiritual change.  You can read about it yourself, in this interview with a Mayan Elder.

There were lots and lots of expectations and predictions about this date.  What was I expecting to happen though?  Nothing so Earth-shattering.  But I wanted to observe the solstice and the galactic alignment as a sacred day, so I took the 21st off.  (And I wanted to be home, just in case there were zombies!)

The winter solstice is a time of rebirth, renewal and sparking the sacred fire of creativity, and I treated it as such.  I did a little something that day of everything I want to achieve in the coming year; writing, gardening, eating better and exercising, taking better care of myself and opening myself to greater spiritual growth.

It worked.  I felt the shift within, and I felt my meditations, my awareness step up to a new level.  I felt that influx of energy from the universe and knew that everything I wanted was within my reach.  More, I realized that the only one holding me back was…me.

I’m not saying I’m suddenly this perfectly aligned, spiritual being.  Ha!  The one thing about this date that got left out of all the hype:  December 21st marked the shift, the end of one age and the start of the next.  It was never about instant enlightenment or instant change, but about one cycle ending and another one beginning.  ‘Beginning’ being the operative word in that sentence.  We are at the very start of something wonderful, but all change comes with a measure of chaos and upheaval.  This next cycle is about raising our consciousness, about tapping into all those wonderful abilities that are latent or sporadic and bringing them fully to fruition.   We have a very long way to go, but I feel confident we can all get there.

I found this meme making the rounds on Facebook:


I take great joy and hope from watching old, outdated systems of thought and behavior die away to be replaced gradually with ones involving more humane treatment of our ecosystems and ourselves, greater awareness of Spirit, and greater realization of just how powerful we really are.

How did it go for you?

Weird Weekend – Between Lives

This weekend, I am thrilled to have a guest post on SJ Driscoll’s blog, Come Sit By My Fire.  She’s hosting a series on life changes called Being Between.

I’ve written about one of the biggest transitions in my life, leaving the job I loved at the San Diego Zoo to move to Seattle and become a nurse, Between Lives?  Don’t Micromanage The Universe?

Make sure you check out Charis Maloy’s piece on how she juggles multiple roles and plans for future happiness.  Lena Corazon talks about learning to love the spaces between and shares her poetry, and Louise Behiel describes keeping her sanity when it feels like she’s between a rock and a hard place.  These ladies stories are all inspiring, you won’t want to miss them!

Thank you to SJ Driscoll for hosting the Being Between series.

Weird Weekend – Paranormal And Technology

I’m not a ghost hunter, and I confess I have a hard time watching paranormal investigative shows.  It seems like all you get is a bunch of people running around either shrieking, or saying  “Did you see/hear that?”  Conversely, I do enjoy scanning YouTube for clips put up by the multitude of paranormal investigation groups around the country.  Something entirely different, in my opinion.  These are groups devoted (for the most part) to serious study of, and recording, paranormal phenomena, and are not for-profit or ratings driven.

I have not been out with an official ‘ghost-hunting’ group; I get plenty of encounters on my own, but I have to confess to a curiosity and desire to travel with one of these groups.  They have a lot of gadgets and devices that can record, measure and otherwise detect paranormal activity.  I have no idea how these work.  Something that seems to be on the rise though is photos of ghosts where nothing is seen to the human eye.

I found this collection on YouTube:

The advent of security cameras, both motion-sensitive and continuous record, has brought us videos of objects moving, flashing lights, and unexplained shadows while establishments are closed, locked and unoccupied by the living.  Like this example of a ‘ghostly head’:

I particularly like this one, from Hampton Court Palace.  They even talk about him on their website, they’ve nicknamed him ‘Skeletor.’

Creepiness, right?  Or just a tour guide in period costume?  I think it interesting that the Palace website is vague about exactly what it is.  According to the website, however, this is a fairly active area for ghosts in general, with public and staff reporting sightings or encounters.

Sometimes they move things, as in this rather dizzying video posted by Mass Most Haunted of their investigation at the Lizzie Borden House.

Could they be faked?  Sure.  Could some of them be genuine?  I think so.  I leave it to you to determine which you find the most plausible.

I’m not much with a video camera, but something I’ve always wanted to try is EVP.  EVP stand for Electronic Voice Phenomena.  In short, you take a recording device, ask questions and then hear voices on the playback.  It used to be done with reel-to-reel and cassettes, but now digital voice recorders are used, also they are heard on playback from video recordings..

These were captured at the Chapel on the Hill in Sedona, Arizona.

Have you done any ghost hunting?  Have you ever captured something weird on video or in a picture that you didn’t see when you were recording?  What’s your scariest encounter?

Weird Weekend – Reincarnation


That word conjures up a lot, doesn’t it?  Have you ever discussed, or considered that you may have lived a life, or many lives before?  Some are vehemently opposed to it, for religious, non-religious or scientific reasons.  Some believe it’s a lie of the devil.    Others point to the fact that there are more people alive today than in the past.  Their rationale follows; if we’re living over and over again, why would population numbers rise?

The question is often framed as:  Do you believe is reincarnation?  Or:  Is reincarnation real?  Very loaded questions.  If you ask the first, well, the answer is predicated upon the belief system of the person being asked.  A devout Christian will likely answer in the negative.  A Buddhist will give you an absolute affirmative.  Both are following spiritual belief systems, both have very different views of what happens to a soul after physical death of the body it inhabits.

Similarly the question of ‘real’ is going to depend on the views of the person answering.  To someone who thinks the concept of the soul is nonsense, or just superstition, asking if reincarnation is ‘real’ will only gain you rolled eyes and perhaps a snort of derision.  People who only consider scientifically verifiable facts as ‘real’ are unlikely to spend much time pondering the reality of the soul, or it’s disposition after death.

What if ‘belief’ was not necessary?  What if this world that we think of as ‘reality’ is only a stage for learning life lessons?  What if ‘real life’ is really on the other side of physical death?

I was listening to the September 11, 2012 podcast of Coast to Coast AM recently.  The guest that night was Rich Martini, an author and filmmaker who has looked at past-life regression cases and the experiences people have between lives.  He has a film and a book called Flipside, where he interviews hypnotherapists trained by Dr. Michael Newton and examines their cases.  Dr. Newton developed the Life Between Lives hypnotherapy method to help people access their soul memory.

After regressing 7000 people, a number of consistencies arose in the stories of what happens after death.  A meeting with loved ones and spirit guides who comprise your soul group, a review of the life just lived, planning the next life to be lived, and making agreements with the others in the soul group on who is going to play what parts in the upcoming incarnation.

Mr. Martini frequently used the analogy that life on earth is like performing a play on a stage.  Everyone in your life has a role to act out; as in a well-plotted story, the villain has a purpose as much as the good guy, who frequently learns a valuable lesson through the conflict.  Who plays the good guy and who plays the villain is something that is predetermined before birth in the between life stage, and roles are often swapped in multiple lives.  We are given the stage, but not a script.

So many other questions arise.  What about good and evil?  Why do some people do bad things?  Why, if we ‘choose’ this life, would bad things happen in it?  The answer is 42 (thank you, Douglas Adams, where ever you are now).  The answer makes no sense, because you don’t really understand the question.  It can be very hard for those of us on this side of the veil to understand why bad things happen, however once on the other side, these reasons become clear.  We only really understand when we are between lives.

Personally, I have had a past life regression that had a dramatic impact on me.  I went with a friend one day, about twenty years ago to a group regression session.  A little background:  since I was a little girl (like 3 or 4 years old) I had this horrible fear of dying in a submarine.  I had recurring dreams about it.  On my first visit to Disneyland I flat refused to get on the Submarine Voyage until my parents pointed out the submarine never actually submerged.  I can still remember tearfully asking, “It never goes under water?”  Only that reassurance convinced me it was okay to get on the ride.

Fast forward to my past life regression.  I found myself in a German U-boat that was sinking fast from a near miss.  The crew was in utter chaos, shouts in German, blaring alarms and flickering, fading lights filled my vision.  Nothing could stop our descent to the bottom, and soon we were in pitch black.  The hull crumpled after we hit bottom, we had enough time to realize we were all going to die.  My last thought was of my wife and son, left behind, and I could see them waving goodbye to me.  It was at this point the group leader brought us out of the regression, and I was still in the midst of dying and remembering my family.  To put it simply, I lost it.  I sat up, crying, sobbing and hysterical.  I brought the whole group to a standstill, the leader had to come over to help me, and my friend was looking at me like I’d grown a second head.  I know you don’t know me, but I don’t get hysterical.  You can’t, when you’re working with animals that might kill you.  I don’t have panic attacks, and I certainly don’t break down in front of groups, I hate having that sort of attention directed at me.  Yet, there I was in full meltdown.  Fortunately, the group leader was experienced enough to help me out, and I calmed down.

I have never had a submarine dream since.   I can look at submarines now without feeling short of breath, where previously, just seeing them in pictures or a movie would make me feel like walls were closing in and I couldn’t take a deep breath.  That whole irrational phobia has simply evaporated.

Was I once a German sailor on a lost U-boat?  I would love to take another regression and see if I can find out more details.  Do you think you have lived previous lives?  Are you interested in finding out more?  Have you had a past life regression session?  Check out Wikipedia for a really good article with lots of links about real research into past lives, and regression therapy.

Weird Weekend – How Much Weirdness?

Can one person take?  Am I the only one who thinks that spending $733 million dollars on political TV shows just how weird priorities have become?


Only a few more days….


Until then, I offer up this more conventional weirdness.  UFO’s caught on tape.


Weird Weekend – If Aliens Are Real…

Why don’t they just land on the White House lawn and introduce themselves?


Why don’t they let someone get a real picture/video instead of those grainy, jumpy images?


I’ve already shared my thoughts on whether or not life exists out there in our galaxy, or even our own solar system.


To discuss what might be going on in the head of an intelligent alien being, what might motivate them is something science fiction writers have been doing for decades.  What we are finding as our knowledge base expands is that, more and more often than not, science fiction is becoming science fact.  Want an example?  Just take out your cell phone.  It’s a communicator and minicomputer you can carry in your purse or pocket.  Before my smart phone, my celly had to be the clamshell kind.  Why?  Because flipping that little gizmo open was my own personal Star Trek moment, each and every time.


Today, Hub and I were catching up on episodes of The Clone Wars animated series.  In Season 5, Anakin and Obi Wan, with Anakin’s padawan Ahsoka travel to Onderon to aid rebels who are fighting the Separatist controlled government of the system.  The Jedi must keep their assistance hidden from the Separatists so as not to draw the attention of Count Dooku and thus escalate the fighting.  The Jedi are there strictly to train the rebels and stay in the background, not to fight the rebel’s battles for them.



Why don’t the Jedi simply step up and clean out the Separatists on Onderon?  Anakin, Obi Wan and Ahsoka could have easily wiped up the mess on their own.  Two reasons, first they don’t want the Separatists to know the Jedi council is involved.  But also, the Jedi know the Onderon people must fight their own battles, and win their system back for themselves.  They are willing to provide support and education, but not publicly.


So I have to ask the what if question.  What if the reason aliens don’t land and introduce themselves is that they don’t want to have their presence publicly acknowledged?  What do you think?  Could the reasons be benevolent, like the Jedi?  Or, conversely, what if it’s like the movie They Live?


What do you think?  Or perhaps the biggest question is, why would they bother to come here at all?


I love hearing from you!  Please share your thoughts!