police sketch artist

Drawn after a careful explanation from the witness. Some minor details are not exact (like the staircase in the window) but I was told that the overall image is very accurate. Click on the illustration for a HI-rez view.

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I got to play the role of "police sketch artist" for Anya Briggs. She had a memory of a very odd event that took place on 17th street in Manhattan.

To read about here experience, see the short article by A.M. Murphy (here).

slightly edited excerpt:

The winter solstice (of 2007) brought what Anya believes is her first conscious contact. Standing at a crosswalk waiting for a light to change, Anya found herself face to face with (as she later wrote), "the strangest looking man sitting in the window of a Starbucks. He wasn't abnormal, for all intents and purposes he had a perfect body, like a professional swimmer's, but way bigger ... he also happened to have the longest arms and fingers on a person I've ever seen, and additionally, he was about 6'8 or 6'9 and had the most perfect posture ... Additionally he ... was holding his mug of tea very awkwardly - his elbows were sticking straight out, exactly parallel to the floor." As she watched this bizarre figure, she became certain he was "not of this earth." There was a moment of apparent mutual recognition. Then he seemed to inundate her with a new and blissful feeling that Anya describes as "universal love."

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Just so you know, I have a sense of humor. It was a quiet Sunday morning, and I doodled with this illustration. Click on the small image to the left for a HI-rez view.

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Text added Feb. 6th, 2010

Here is an excerpt from a comment I received last night:

Until I read the text below the drawing, I initially thought this was a picture of a tall, beefed-up Mac Tonnies, given the Starbucks and coffee context. A kind of spooky "deja vu all over again."

When I read this, I felt myself shudder. It seemed so weird. Mac worked as a barista at a series of Starbucks in Kansas City. He was a lover of coffee, and his blog is loaded with deep reverence for espresso. The bald man (despite his ubber size) looks more than a little bit like Mac. What does it mean? I have no idea, except I simply KNOW that Anya would have been totally captivated by Mac - as I was, as everybody was.

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Wanna see a nice little video of Mac being charismatic in a coffee shop? Click HERE!

mythic owl dream

Owls and Hummingbirds invade my subconscious. Point of View from my eyes. Click on the image for a HI-rez view.

Two nights ago I had a VERY vivid dream with an owl.

I was somehow at a high school, it wasn't the school I went to - but I seem to be helping some students deal with something. It was the very last day of senior year for someone, maybe me?

I was in the passenger seat of a a classic 1970's station wagon, and we were driving to the high school at night, and there were two other people in the car with me, both sisters. Both looked very much the same, dark hair, small glasses - and I knew that they were both really smart. The older sister was driving, and the younger was in the back seat.

As we drove down the road (at night) there was a zipping flash, and a noise, near the windshield. I exclaimed, "Did we hit a bird?"

We soon realized that there was a bird in the car with us. I had a flashlight (where I got it, who knows) and I shined it in the back, and there was something flying around, and at first it was scary. But we all soon realized it was a beautiful hummingbird (and slightly larger than normal, sparrow sized). We were all delighted, and we gently managed to shoo it out the window. But, in just a few seconds, we realized that it was back in the car, it had flown back into an open window.

And looking in the back behind me, I saw an adult OWL peeking over the seat!

It was a cat-like screech owl, with the tufted ears and the big yellow eyes. My first reaction was, "Oh no! It's going to eat the hummingbird!"

But the girl in the back seat had the hummingbird safely cradled in her lap, and - by this time - the owl was actually laying down, like it was relaxing, with it's big taloned feet resting on the legs of the girl next to it. (see funny illustration)

Eventually (I'm not sure how) we got the owl out of the car, and the humming bird too. My gut was saying: "Uh-oh, the owl is a sign that something big is gunna go down."
We finally got to the school, and I remember being totally determined to talk to someone who taught comparative mythology, (or something like that) in order to make sense of the symbology of the event.

It was dawn by now, and I was told that there was a teacher who could help me, but he jogs in the morning. I watched as he was running away from the school down a long path in a desert like canyon below me, and the path seemed to be guarded by another beautiful cat-like owl (or, more likely - the same one). The path looked treacherous and steep, and I needed to find another way down. Right then, I saw that the teacher was jogging back up from the bottom of the canyon a different (safer) way. It seems someone told him I needed help.

I wake up.

Also, the two sisters looked a lot alike, and I think they were BOTH Anya Briggs.

What (if anything) does it mean?
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Why did I post this? And why did I draw the picture? I'm not sure. There was something SO overtly vivid about the dream, and I just couldn't shake it. I felt like I wouldn't get it out of my mind until I drew a picture. Also, Chris Knowles said to keep a dream log, and this one was especially intense.

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I sent this dream around to a few pals, and I got back a really interesting assortment of replies. I'll post these in the comments (below) so this posting isn't ridiculously long.

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conversation with Regan Lee

It's not easy to sum up Regan Lee, so a proper introduction is tricky. She has a lifetime of experiences that defy any simple category.

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audio conversation with Regan Lee

  

1 hour & 45 minutes

To download directly to your hard-drive, simply click on the KADOO logo (at the right) and then click on the big BUTTON labeled "Download" (easy)

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Regan has been using her skills as a writer to share and explore her experiences. And calling her prolific is sort of an understatement. She has (at last count) upwards of fifteen blogs! Her expertise includes (but not limited to) Women of Esoterica, Painting, Bigfoot, mythology, Contactees, ghosts, hauntings and UFO's. She has a degree in Folklore Studies and Language Arts.

I avoid the term interview because this is much more accurately a conversation, and lemme say that we have a really great one! We cover a lot, and she is full of insights that were downright impressive.

After I recorded our talk and we hung up, I immediately sent Regan an email stating: "Should I pay you for playing the role of my therapist?"

It's funny, we have so much in common (and some of it is downright weird) that I felt like I this was some sort of psychiatric session where I was trying to figure out what it all means. I'm not sure we come up with any good answers, but there was never a dull moment.

Her main blog (the best place to begin) is THE ORANGE ORB. Search out the other 14 blogs from this starting point.

Another good one is SAUCER SIGHTINGS, lots of personal experiences and dreams. And for Bigfoot info, FRAME 352.

You can also find her ongoing column THE TRICKSTER'S REALM at Binnall of America.

dream log and sync log

My dream notes in a tiny sketchbook. Double click for a HI-rez image.

At the beginning of the New Year, Christopher Knowles (of the Secret Sun) wrote this in his blog:

"Here's my suggestion... keep a dream log and sync log, starting today. Keep track of your dreams and the synchronicities you observe or experience. And then see if by the end of the year the two logs haven't become one."

I thought to myself, I've already done that - It's my blog!

So here's a recent dream. I was at a high school reunion type event, it was in a bar and it seemed to be somewhere in New York City. I was in a sort of back room with some friends at a table. I see Mike Lewis walk down a hall and enter the room, and he walks right up to me.

Now, if you haven't read thru this blog, you won't know the significance of Mike Lewis (a pseudonym), read up on it HERE.

I try to start some small talk, but all I can do is blurt out: "Do you remember that night in 1974?"

Right then, he interrupts me, and talks over my words saying only: "November forth."

I try to ask him what he means, but he simply repeats himself over and over, "November forth, November forth."

I wake up.

I recognize how strange that dream is and I grab a small sketchbook near my bed and write down Nov. 4th and some notes (image above), and go back to sleep. In the morning, I try to figure out the potential significance. Was the Friday night of the Orange Flash and Missing Time November 4th 1974? It was obviously football season, and that makes sense. This was easy to check on-line, and no, that day was a Monday. Was this the Monday where Mike Lewis told me he saw, "a UFO with lights and everything?"

Maybe I'm making something out of nothing, but the least I can do is pay attention.

Will this dream merge into a synchronicity on November 4th 2010?

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Text added March 29th, 2010

FOURTH vs FORTH

Ooooops, I messed up. I made a spelling error and spell-check thought it was a different word. Do I keep the mis-spelled word in the post? Do I correct it to FOURTH?

I looked up the dictionary definition of the word FORTH. And, it reads as curiously meaningful given the context of the posting.

forth / adverb

1. out from a starting point and forward or into view : the plants will bush out, putting forth fresh shoots.

2. onward in time : from that day forth he gave me endless friendship.

Marla Frees shares thoughts on the new year

Marla Frees spoke with Whitley Strieber on a DREAMLAND New Years Day audio podcast. They spoke about what we can learn from 2009, and what we might expect in the year to come. As I listened I was struck by something she said and I transcribed it below.

It really "zapped" me with it's relevance. Don't ask me how, but you put into words what I'm feeling in my gut.

The audio is free, on the UNKNOWN COUNTRY site, click on the audio link in the upper right corner. And, Marla posted a short essay on her blog titled Right Resonance, and it's about this same subject.

Here's the (slightly edited) text of what Marla said:

I am just beside myself this morning. I had the most incredible dream and I woke up with a very specific thing I want to share...

It's about frequency...

I was revealed information this morning that people have to change their frequencies, and we are going through extraordinary challenges, and we have to integrate the challenges in order to change our personal frequencies.

So, by virtue of going through the difficulties of what I went through this year, I'm a different person. I have to take that person, and share it with the world.

My frequency has been changed, it's been altered.

And I was thinking about all the people who have gone through unique things this last year, and if they do not share it, if they do not share it with their family and the world and the people that they are associated with - if they don't share that - something happens to them.

On some level, they get sick, until they recognize that their frequency has to be shared, they will be in a holding pattern, it's almost as if they have a dis-ease. Do you see what I mean by this? ...I think that is what's happening. The more that our frequencies are changing, the more that is being revealed.

Why did this "resonate" so deeply? I'm not sure, but it felt like she was talking directly to me.

This is similar to a bit that David Beidny spoke on the PARACAST. I transcribed a short quote for a posting on this blog. I'll add that David did NOT use any groovy new-age terms like frequency.