Sunday, March 15, 2020

a dream of falling to my death

Image of my neighbor's home, the dream was is the summer, but the only good photo I found was in winter (with a moose)

This morning I awoke from a haunting dream. I was standing on very top of a tall ladder positioned my old next door neighbors roof, it seemed like I was trying to help with something on a the peak of the roof, maybe the chimney of some sort of tall antenna. This was a two story house and I was way up there, maybe forty feet or more above the ground.

There came a point when I looked down and saw one of the legs of the ladder had moved a little bit, and it was just enough that it slipped off the edge of the metal roof. In that moment I felt the ladder tipping and there was nothing I could do about it. I was slowly falling out away from the edge of the house, and looking down at the the rocky yard.

I knew I was about to die, and there was nothing I could do. Everything was happening in this eerie slow motion. There was no fear, just a feeling of inevitability, and I thought to myself, “Oh, this is what people mean when they say time slows down.”

I’d pitched off the ladder and was dropping toward my neighbor’s yard. I made a calm declaration to myself, “There is still so much more I can do here, if I live I will do more.”

I watched the ground rushing up, but there was no impact. I calmly opened my eyes and was lying in bed, looking at the dark window next to me.


Friday, January 17, 2020

Gertrude Abercrombie, owls and UFOs

The Courtship
The Courtship by the surrealist painter, Gertrude Abercrombie. It is part of the permanent collection of the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago. What's interesting is that there is a flying saucer over the man's head and an owl in the lower left. Was this "courtship" a sort of alien abduction? The man is wearing a villain's mask and he is "miming" a gun with his thumb and index finger. The woman is holding up her arms in apparent surrender. The painting was done in 1949, two years after Roswell, when flying saucers were a hot topic. Saucerian-looking, lenticular clouds appear in most of her other works.
I received this image in an email this morning from a reader named John. I immediately started searching out her paintings. Click on any image for a HIrez view.
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Gertrude Abercrombie (February 17, 1909 – July 3, 1977) was an American painter based in Chicago. Called "the queen of the bohemian artists." She was involved in the Chicago jazz scene and was friends with musicians such as Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker, and Sarah Vaughan, whose music inspired her own creative work.
Owl and the Moon
Many compositions feature a lone woman in a flowing gown, often depicted with attributes of sorcery: an owl, a black cat, a crystal ball, or a broomstick. These works were often self-portraits, as she stated in an interview with Studs Terkel shortly before her death: "it is always myself that I paint." Tall and sharp-featured, she considered herself ugly; in life she sometimes wore a pointed velvet hat to accentuate her witch-like appearance, she enjoyed the power this artifice gave her over others who would fear or recoil from her.

(text from Wikipedia)
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  for more examples of her work, click HERE  

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Confessions of a Spooky Mind with Walter Bosley - THE UNSEEN

author Walter Bosley

Confessions of a Spooky Mind by Walter Bosley is a short little book and a memoir of sorts, describing some of the strange events in his life. He has written a lot of other books too, both fiction and non-fiction. These including The Empire of the Wheel trilogy and The Esoteric Napoleon. Plus, a handful of thrillers in the classic pulp style.
Walter describes some of his very strange personal experiences and how those lead to his equally strange research. His life has followed a wandering path, crisscrossing with the unknown. This interviews covers UFOs, owls, synchronicity, occult practices and espionage.
A long list of his books can be found HERE.
  audio interview linked HERE  

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

more companion images for audio book excerpts from Hidden Experience (on THE UNSEEN)

An audio reading from my recent book Hidden Experience is be featured on THE UNSEEN. This weekly podcast is hosted by Whitley Strieber on his site, Unknown Country.

The audio segments were heavily illustrated when they first appeared on the blog back in 2010. The images posted below are meant to accompany my spoken words on the audio book excerpts. These photos and illustrations should help the listener visualize the verbal stories.

  The companion audio podcast is linked HERE  

(Click on any image for a hi-rez view)
(the first audio excerpt)

Hooting owl and a bright orb in southern Utah
The red pin notes the sleeping spot, the blue pin notes the approximate sight where Natascha saw the bright orb.
Photoshop recreation of the bright orb seen by Natascha

(the follow up audio excerpt)

Sleeping under the stars in southern Utah
The sleeping spot on the night of March 10th 2013
Photoshop recreation of the round structure on the hill
Google map image showing the sleeping spot (yellow pin) and the round structure on the hilltop (white arrow)
Daylight photo one year later, showing no large structure on the hilltop
a momentary image seen on the afternoon of March 12th 2013
The Red pin notes the turnoff from Highway 20.
The White pin notes the white Jeep.
The Yellow pin notes my sleeping spot.
The Blue pin notes the approx. site of the bright white light.
This shows the turnoff to the camping site 
The yellow line and the exact sleeping spot, noted with the Red pin

Three highly charged events
(the third audio excerpt)
Hypnosis and the Trial
Photoshop recreation to describe the round hall seen in two hypnosis sessions, 2017 and 2018

Sunday, December 15, 2019

Christopher Bledsoe speaks with Richard Dolan

My good friend Christopher Bledsoe interviews with Richard Dolan on his radio show. There is over four hours of audio, and this should be considered required listening.

Richard wrote:
What has always stood out regarding Chris Bledsoe is the combination of remarkable events around him combined with high credibility of the man himself. Along with this are the numerous witnesses who vouch for what has been going on his property.
I can vouch for Chris, I've had several remarkable experiences with Chris at his home. Here is one event that I've written about, it's my account of seeing something odd in the night sky.


Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Companion images for audio book excerpts from Hidden Experience (on THE UNSEEN)

An audio reading of two chapters from my recent book Hidden Experience will be featured on THE UNSEEN. This weekly podcast is hosted by Whitley Strieber on his site, Unknown Country.

The two chapters were both heavily illustrated when they first appeared on the blog back in 2010. The images posted below are meant to accompany my spoken words on the audio book excerpts. These photos and illustrations should help the listener visualize the verbal stories.

  The companion audio podcast is linked HERE  
(Click on any image for a hi-rez view)
(the first audio excerpt)
The Map

It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane. 

― Philip K. Dick

Lotsa owls in Missouri
Tuesday March 9, 2010 
Mac Tonnies' book, The Cryptoterrestrials (above) arrives in the mail. On the same day an series of amazing owl image (below) arrive in my email inbox.

14 owls in one photo

28 owls (doubled from above) in one photo

Photos by Faren Fite, over 200 owls he saw in rural Missouri. 

Video footage of the owls

Byron North Dakota and Anya Briggs
Friday, March 12, 2010

The yellow line passes between Lockwood and Greenfield along US-Highway 160 in Missouri. This is the approximate location of those amazing owl photos.

Low tech tools incorporated in the detective work.

Without really thinking about it, I took a plastic ruler and set it against my computer monitor, and the three push pins line up EXACTLY in a straight line. I gotta say, this partially freaked me out, and at the same time, I sorta knew they were gonna line up before I even started.

A weird line, connecting the three dots across a BIG section of the US map. Byron in RED, Kansas City in YELLOW and those owls in BLUE.

I used some of the google-map tools to create a straight line on the map. There are 820 miles between the red push pin up North in Byron and blue push pin down in Greenfield Missouri, on the road where the owl pictures were taken, with that straight yellow line plainly bisecting Kansas City
The hometown of my pal Mac, and the yellow line passes right through the city.
audio download / 19 minutes long / posted March 12, 2010
The push pin making Byron North Dakota also aligns with another line
Okay, even more weirdness. A straight line (690 miles long) passes directly through BYRON ND and BYRON WY and goes straight though my house in Idaho, and I mean EXACTLY!

This pink push pin marks my cabin in rural Idaho. The blue line ends right at my home after passing (in a razor straight line) from both BYRON's.

My gut reaction to that razor sharp blue line was that it was somehow pointing directly at me! It felt like the floor dropped out from under where I sat. 


Update on the yellow line on the map
Friday, March 26, 2010

Pink Pin: My cute house in Idaho
Green Pin: Byron Wyoming

Red Pin: Byron North Dakota

Yellow Pin: Kansas City Missouri

Blue Pin: The site where the guy saw over 200 owls!

Yellow Line: 835 miles long

Blue Line: 690 miles long
White Line: 995 miles long

Mysterious star map?
Friday, April 9, 2010
coffee spilled on some map notes nearly drove me insane!

Three days in the Pryor Mountains
December 2018
15 mils north of Byron Wyoming is the Montana border, 15 miles north of the border is the Pryor Range
The traditional home to the Little People

The lonely sagebrush landscape of the Pryor Mountains

The closest owl I have ever been to in the wild, close enough to touch. (this is a found photo, but closely matches what I saw) 
Dream image with a raven
Wednesday, August 22, 2012

tidy art direction from the 1970's

I had a vivid dream just before I awoke, this happened on the morning of August 18th. I clearly saw a  graphic poster with Helvetica bold text.

The Night in the Tent

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
—H. P. Lovecraft

Irrational fear inside our tent
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Image drawn a few days after the event

image from my sketchbook, made the morning after the event

(the second audio excerpt)
Sweat lodge and a curious scratch
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Sketch book image of the very humble sweat lodge in Arizona. A simple structure made from arching re-bar, old blankets and canvas. In the foreground is a fire pit with collection of VERY hot rocks

An odd this scratch made of tiny blisters

Natascha, Howard and me (with a cat) early in the morning at the Spider Rock campground
Canyon De Chelly, The Navajo Nation, Arizona

Friday, October 18, 2019

a chapter dedicated to my friend Mac Tonnies

Here is an entire chapter from my most recent book, Hidden Experience. This is a collection of my memories and blog posts about my friend Mac. This was terribly emotional to write. I am adding it here ten years to the day after his death.

Chapter 4

Remembering Mac Tonnies

Last night I dreamed I was an android. Someone told me, very casually. I wasn’t particularly surprised, but the revelation left me with a vague sense of existential unease. Speaking of dreams: that’s one very good reason for creating a blog that I hadn’t thought of moments before, when it just seemed like a Cool Thing To Do. A dynamic medium like this welcomes dreams... in 30 years, we’ll be carrying around personal dream recorders and thrusting them into the faces of friends saying, “Watch this!” But everyone will be too engaged in their own half-forgotten Technicolor reveries to pay much attention.

—Mac Tonnies

January 26, 2003 (the first week of his blog)

Mac Tonnies, dead at 34
Friday, October 23, 2009

Mac Tonnies, my friend, is now dead. He was found in his apartment on Thursday, October 22.
Mac was one of a kind. He was a brilliant thinker, very funny and a beautiful speaker. I’m crying in a coffee shop in Moab as I write this. 
You need to understand something—I needed Mac to reassure me that I wasn’t delusional or insane. He got some desperate late night calls from me, during my moments of darkness. He was enormously supportive of me, and my confusing issues.
A little over a week ago, he’d called me out of the blue. We would occasionally have ridiculously long talks about UFOs and the paranormal, and this was the first time he’d ever called me. We spoke for about three hours, and that was normal. I shared some deeply personal stuff, and he was understanding and humorous.
Mac and I never met in person, but I considered him a close friend.

Text added Dec. 2018:
The post above was written at a coffee shop in Moab, Utah. I added it to the blog within minutes of hearing the awful news.
Mac was a remarkable young writer, whose thoughtful voice could have changed the way we think about UFOs. He was a blogger, and his site Posthuman Blueswas perceptive, creative, wry, shrewd, smart and funny. It debuted in 2003, the dawn of the internet era, and he played with ideas about the future, humanity and UFOs. He lead the quintessential bohemian life, working as a barista in a Starbucks in Kansas City, Missouri while producing a remarkable outpouring of creative work.
He was an author, playwright and essayist. He hosted an episode of Supernatural Investigator, a Canadian television show about the research and implications of extraterrestrial life—and watching that now is heartbreaking.
His death hit me hard, and it took me nearly five months before I could collect my thoughts enough to write about him.

My Pal Mac Tonnies
Tuesday, February 9, 2010 

in his element

Just a few days ago, I wrote an email to a friend about Mac Tonnies’ final book. I typed out the word posthumous, and was struck by how much it looks like the title PosthumanBlues, the name of Mac’s blog. My mind can get trapped in an unhealthy obsessive spiral, and I see every little coincidence as a sign of something deeper.
This is a long post, a rambling self-examination on the loss of a friend. I’d been dealing with a jumble of spinning memories, and needed to get them out of my head and written down. I may remove it from the blog at some point, but it feels honest. 

~          ~          ~

In late October of last year, I drove back from a small UFO conference in California (Whitley Strieber’s Dreamland event in Joshua Tree). This was a decidedly heady time, and a lot of intense stuff had invaded my life.
I stopped in Moab, Utah to visit a friend, and camped in the desert at the edge of town. The next morning I had a smoothie at a small breakfast shop, and for some reason I’d requested bee pollen as an extra. I’d never had it before, and figured I’d give it a try. Within minutes of finishing the drink, my face turned red, my lips puffed up, and I was itchy all over. I left the restaurant, walked around the corner and threw up on grass next to the sidewalk.
I was having an allergic reaction. At no point did I feel my airway closing up, but believe me—I was one step away from driving to the emergency room. I took a Benadryl, and waited for it to pass.
While in the throes of this anaphylaxis event, I went to visit a UFO researcher named Elaine Douglass. We had met once before, and had spoken on the phone many times. 
When I arrived at her home, she saw something was wrong with me. I tried to explain, but was worried I would be sick again. I ended up lying on her bathroom floor for the next half hour. Eventually the symptoms began to subside, and we drank tea together at her kitchen table.
We talked about her research, and I told her about my ongoing weirdness. I felt progressively better, and after about an hour I seemed fine. I thought our visit would be short, but we ended up talking for hours. It was late in the afternoon when I finally said goodbye.
At that point I had a long drive in front of me, from southern Utah to my home in Idaho. I went into a little cafe on the main street to fill up on coffee. I pulled out my laptop, checked my email and found out that Mac had died. I sat alone in the back corner of the cafe and cried.
I had talked with Mac just a week or so earlier; it was a typical conversation for us—deep, wide ranging and lots of laughs. It spiraled on late into the night.
I’d assumed that one day I would sit in a coffee shop with Mac, we’d drink espresso and talk, just like we always had. And now he’s gone. 
I wrote a short notice and posted it on my blog. 
Mac had a reverence for espresso—he wrote about it lovingly, and often. I went up to the counter, ordered a double latte short, and savored every beautiful drop.
At that point nobody really knew how he had died, but from what I’d found online, it was assumed to be a heart issue. Earlier in the year, Mac had told me of an experience where he had gone to the hospital to get some sort of heart exam. This was after he’d fainted at work. He was calm and dismissive about the whole thing, treating it as a nuisance.
I got in my car and started driving north. The emotional numbness was oppressive and scary. I chose to travel on the two-lane desert highways, avoiding the inhumanity of I-15 and Salt Lake City.
The drive was astounding beautiful. I had a series of podcast interviews with Mac all loaded up on my iPod, and I listened to them as the sun set in a glorious display of red and orange. The route was empty and desolate, and I drove for as long as an hour without seeing another car.
One of the downloads was a four hour long Coast to Coast interview from just twenty days earlier. This was particularly beautiful and bittersweet. You could hear the delight in George Noory’s voice, it was obvious he was perfectly charmed and engaged talking with Mac. As silly as this sounds, you could sense his mind expanding trying to keep up with Mac’s big ideas.
During this time alone in my car listening to Mac’s calm and wise voice, my chest began to ache. There were sharp pains right behind my ribs, and I knew something was wrong. I have a minimal amount of first aid training, and the symptoms of cardiac arrest are severe “crushing” pain. That wasn’t what I was feeling, it was presenting as something less intense, but something was wrong. 
The pain in my chest seemed related to the allergic reaction from that morning, but at the same time, it wasn’t lost on me that it could be some sort of sympathetic reaction to Mac’s death. I pulled into a gas station, bought a single aspirin in a little foil packet. I swallowed it and hoped this wasn’t the big one.
I got back in my car and drove off into the lonely night. 
When I finished all of Mac’s interviews, I started over and listened again.

 click "Read more >>" thingy below to read the rest 

Saturday, October 12, 2019

My first Amazon book review for Hidden Experience

Laura Bruno wrote a wonderful review for my recent book. It is posted on her blog, and also on the book’s Amazon page. Laura was featured in chapter 12 of Stories from The Messengers, as well as in a recent audio interview on The Unseen (linked HERE).

Excerpt below:
     As the posts and years go by, Mike wrestles with existential crises, clinical depression, and deep inner healing. We follow the development of close soul friendships, as well as the loss of friends through death. We see how Mike’s public grappling with personal trauma and the Big Questions opens doors for others to share their stories, too. And we see how some relationships break rather than expand into larger implications. These are universal human experiences on the path of self discovery — told in an intimate, vulnerable way. Often in real time.

     The time looping and spiral journey nature of this book also models a process for embracing the “little things” that connect us to the Great Mystery, and to each other. By sharing so many of his own specific memories, details, timestamps, and experiences, Mike taps into the universal. Though true, the book kind of reads like an epistolary novel. My favorite parts are the hypnosis transcripts, his eulogies, and especially the passages about his friendship with the late Mac Tonnies. A tension between mind and heart runs throughout, yet despite the struggle, his heart keeps shining.

     The Introduction begins with Joseph Campbell’s quote: “We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” In the Conclusion, Mike says, “Recently, someone asked me how my life has changed because of these experiences. I thought for a moment and said, ‘I now live in a magical universe.’ I meant that, I see reality as something much richer and more mysterious than I could have ever conceived.”

  Read Laura’s full review HERE  

Thursday, October 3, 2019

I'm now on Twitter

I've just added a "follow" button for Twitter, it's on the top of the upper left side-bar. I now have three UFO books and these all need some promoting.

If there are any Twitter coaches out there, please contact me. This is new for me, and I'm a bit out of my comfort zone. Any help or insights would be appreciated!

Friday, August 30, 2019

Audio interview on the new book with Jim Harold

I spoke with Jim Harold on his Paranormal Podcast. This was my first radio show on my new book, an excellent one hour interview. Linked HERE, and also on the player below.

Monday, August 5, 2019

important story missing from the new book!

missing pages — click on the image for a high rez-view

One important post never made it to the first edition of my new book Hidden Experience!

For anyone who bought the paperback book book before July 19, you will need to download and print this single page. It can be folded and added to the book!

  Download a PDF of a single page HERE  


  You can read the original blog post HERE  

The story involves a floating or and a hooting own, seen and heard simultaneously on a desert night in Utah back in 2011.

This gets story is referenced several times in other parts of the book, and it plays a vital role in the chapter title My Confirmation Event. All print and kindle editions purchased after July 19 have this short story included.

If you purchased a Kindle version before July 19 just "refresh" the file and it will re-upload with the revised version! A few typos got cleaned up too!

If anyone has self-published their own book, they'll understand this oversight. There is a lotta stuff that all needs to come together to create a book, so please forgive my mistake.

Friday, July 26, 2019

Rosemary Ellen Guiley has died

author, researcher and friend
I was heartbroken when I heard that Rosemary Ellen Guiley had died. She has been so helpful for me over the years, both as a researcher and experiencer. She was soft spoken and gracious with her time. She helped me a lot with my first owl book, and treated me as an equal—and that meant the world to me. This field, and the world, is a lesser place without her.

We did an interview back in 2012, and it was wonderful fun. We talked about the split in bigfoot research, between the ones who see this as a flesh and blood ape and the others who see it as something paranormal. I asked her who would win if there was a pie fight between the two camps. She skirted the answer by saying, “There were certainly more of the flesh and blood believers.”

  2012 audio interveiw linked HERE