From Unknowncountry (linked HERE)
|Sketch done from memory. Click on image for a HI-rez view|
What follows is an excerpt from a book in progress. Above is a drawing to try to show what was seen in a quick flash during meditation. There is also an audio track to accompany the text at the bottom of this post.
Text added July 24th
Honestly, I have no idea how much to trust this image. Real? Not real? All kinds of pressure (all my own, all self imposed) to dismiss the imagery and at the same time to say it really happened—really, truly and literally happened. I simply don't know.___________________________________________
|illustrated by N.C. Wyeth|
The whole of my published fiction should be the single-minded product of some Brownie, some Familiar, some unseen collaborator, whom I keep locked up in the back of a garret ... the more I think of it, the more I am moved to press upon the world my question: Who are the Little People?Stevenson was born in Edinburgh, Scotland.
|mythologist Joseph Campbell|
Suddenly, for some reason she can’t recall – or maybe there was no particular reason - Marianne looked out the balcony window. There, immediately outside, hovering above the ball court, was an object of bright aluminum complexion, without any visible windows or doors or other distinguishable features. Anne says that the “body” of the object was about 5-6 meters long, and the “wings” maybe 1.5 meters each. The things that attached the “wings” to the body seemed to her like some kind of pipe system. She made a sketch of it which you can see just below.
Marianne describes the rest of the experience as if time itself started to fall apart, or as if two different timelines were moving along at the same time. The object was moving, but very slowly. She noticed that all sounds and smells now disappeared, almost as if her surroundings faded away from her, and she felt that her sense of space and time was the only “real” thing present - all tell-tale signs of what British veteran ufologist Jenny Randles has dubbed the Oz Factor.
sketch drawn by Marianne
Suddenly our puppy in the back started to howl, but not like a puppy howl or yelp, but like some sort of monster from Hell and very loud howling and just continued to do so till after we passed this area. All my hair stood up on the back of my neck.There is a lot more going on in this account than just a howling puppy, and all of it is both unsettling and extremely bizarre.
|helvetica in good use|
|great white heron arrives in his home|
Then I heard him speak inwardly in a very powerful masculine voice, exhorting me, “Absolutely not. You have the nature of consciousness all wrong. It has nothing to do with the human form and everything to do with the incipient pattern of intelligence which is within everything.” My mind then flashed onto the holographic DNA fractal weave that comes from my painting, Phoenix Arise (see below).
He continued. “You know I am bird. You see that I am a symbol, but what you fail to realize yet is that I am consciousness that lives in more than one world at a time. I ascend and return and the reason I don't speak to you with words is I teach you to trust your inner story teller.”
|Phoenix Arise by Leigh McCloskey|