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I just had a revelation while driving home as I pulled up in the driveway an owl (I think) flew across my path. What does that mean?I received this as a text from my sister Jeanne, but didn’t see it until the next day.
(Right in the moment I realized how cheezy that sounded)
This is the thing about this material, you think you’ve heard the last strange thing, and then it gets stranger. What the debunker thinks is that, no—if we just had enough information it would all make sense and all the strangeness would go away.
But my experience with these folks is exactly the opposite. The more they tell you the weirder it gets. Part of the reason is that they don’t quite trust you in the beginning and so they tell you just sort of the surface of the story. And then they tell you a little more, and a little more. And the more they tell you the stranger it gets. It does not make more sense, it makes less sense. And I think that this is important, I think that is part of the phenomena, that it’s absurd, and that it’s meant to confuse us. And I think that when we look for it to make sense I think we are going down the wrong path. Because it doesn’t.
—Jeffery Kripal, 2016
When strangers ask me what I do, I often respond, "I am a storyteller and I help people to find and live their bigger and braver stories, and tell them really well."
—Robert MossI've watched a few videos, and read some things from his website, and I sure like the guy and his message. Here's a good podcast where Whitley Strieber talks dreams with Robert.
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|graphcis from Jim Harold's site|
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|podcast series exploring the deepest mysteries|
|Actor and author Tucker Smallwood|
Suddenly from out of the darkness, a winged figure appeared on my left and flew directly toward my windshield. At the last possible moment, it veered and flew over the roof of my car. It was huge...and I suddenly realized (as my heart retraced its steps) that it must have been an owl, with perhaps a five-foot wingspan. I was now very alert and remained that way.
I awoke at 3:30 AM and exited the camper...and marveled at the clarity of the high mountain desert sky... I opened up a beach chaise lounge, slipped into a sleeping bag, lay back and surveyed the heavens.
As if on cue, from within the circle of mountains a light slowly rose up and above the peaks...and hung there in the night. THE LIGHT was yellowish-white and its intensity and hue varied with its movement. It was perfectly silent throughout the experience. I cannot say what shape the craft had, I cannot define its size, I cannot assert that it was built by or occupied by a man... or something else. It was, for me, simply THE LIGHT.
As I lay back remembering the names of the sharply defined constellations above, the sky was suddenly blotted out—the stars disappeared! And as I rose in fear, the sky reappeared, and I defined the shape (like a huge manta ray, cruising along the ocean floor) of a gliding, hunting owl. He'd passed perhaps five feet over my head and I watched him as he flew, ‘nap of the earth’ along the desert floor...and disappeared into the night.
Now, I'd seen zero owls in forty years...and within twenty-four hours, I'd had close encounters with two. Presumably different owls — but who knows? As much as I enjoyed the coincidence, I thought little about it for some time thereafter. Until in my reading (which was prodigious afterwards, dozens of books) I discovered Jung's description of what are called ‘screen memories.’ They arc a protective device of our minds when faced with anomalous or upsetting events. And apparently, for whatever reason, owls tend to be a rather common screen memory, particularly for other entities. But what they represented to me, I have yet to recall.
I’ve been told that the four words ‘once upon a time’, when read or heard create an altered state of consciousness. Let’s see.
|author and researcher Colin Andrews and Banshee|
I’ve asked many crop circle researchers the same question I ask everyone else—if they have had any odd owl experiences. Very few have any stories to tell. I asked this question of pioneering crop circle researcher Colin Andrews, and I was disappointed when he told me no, he’d never had any unusual owl experiences, nor did he recall any from his research. This surprised me, because I see the landscape of Wiltshire County, the focal point of so many powerful crop circles, as being outright magical.Well, there's an update to this story. Colin now has a close friendship with an owl. Here's what he recently wrote:
Mike mentions in his new book The Messengers that he was disappointed and surprised to hear that I had not heard of any Owl experiences from people had around the crop circles. Not until my amazing connection with ‘Banshee’ the Barn Owl could I personally have much of anything to say to Mike about my personal experiences.Colin's emotional owl experience happened near his home Connecticut at A Place Called Hope. This is a raptor rescue center run by his friends Christine Cummings and Todd Secki
I do now question the sense I have that there could be more in the Owl heart connection than I had appreciated. The connection is obviously personal but it’s of a kind I can’t describe but it is deeply profound, sincere and almost overwhelming. While one knows that a bird like Banshee could cause serious damage, one is literally tugged to smooth or kiss this incredible creature. Having an open mind and knowing we have so much still to learn and experience from nature, I am open to wondering if these birds have more going on than meets Those Eyes. If the emotion one feels is a message, it’s ‘LOVE’.
|photo by Tim Binnall, 2010|