Planet of the Apes / 2001 / 123

ubber-spoiler

The climactic ending of one movie, with the music from another movie (both from 1968) and a time count of 1:23. (thanks Brizdaz)

The visuals of Planet of the Apes set to the music of 2001: A Space Odyssey. 

Many of the elements from the TRIAD post below, and the synchro-post below that. For reasons unknown, I have been seeing the number 123, 1234 or 12345 in ways that seem to be synchro-magic. Click HERE for other examples.

Close-up of the time counter on the youtube page.

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YouTube posting of one of my interviews

I just found one of my podcasts posted on YouTube. Somebody put the interview I did with Nick Redfern on his FINAL EVENS book on that site, and it got a lot of hits.

Here's a link to the YouTube posting. And here is (the complete audio version) on my own site. And just so y'know, this is a really great interview.

I have been pondering whether I should also post my audio podcasts on YouTube. I know full well that doing this would dramatically increase the number of listeners. But at the same time, I worry that this would increase the number of weirdos and trolls to my site. I'm hesitant, but at the same time it might be a good idea.

Alas, I'm conflicted. Any thoughts?

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Follow up from shortly after writing the post above. Well, I went ahead and did it, as seen below.

odd events are tailored in DEEPLY personal ways

In a recent LUMINOSITY post, Dan Mitchell wrote:

"Let me state first and foremost that I have as of yet heard of no others that have described this experience on the terms that I have.”

I feel strongly that this could be said of almost anyone on this kind of path. There is a complexity and depth to Dan’s experiences that seem to match something within him. It seems that the phenomenon is meeting him in terms that he can relate to on a profound level.

When I speak to people about their direct contact experiences I always ask them about this, about how these odd events are tailored in a way that is DEEPLY personal. These folks are quick to agree, they sense these experiences are a sort of theater directed at them and their individual needs. This isn’t a universal reply, but it feels like a majority.

This get very complicated when trying to make sense of the people with dark and horrifying experiences. I can't help but feel a very real concern when I hear these grueling stories.

I also feel that the "new-age true-believers" are being honest when they say they tell of meeting angelic space brothers who hail from the Pleiades. I suspect that is EXACTLY the imagery and narrative that they're being presented with, and it seems to meet their needs.

When I ponder my own set of experiences in this framework, I see a sort of methodical odyssey. I have been given just the bare minimum of clues. This has forced me into the role of the detective, albeit and obsessive and introspective one. Strangely, this very much seems to meet my own unique needs on some deep personal level.
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ALSO:
I used the term “new-age true-believers” in the text above, and it might come across as dismissive. I recognize that plenty of folks in this UFO research community are quick to deride this faction who claim direct contact. This sub-group is very much a part of this overall phenomenon, and it does a disservice to ignore them (or reject them with contempt, which I see a lot). To be honest, I struggle with certain claims within this rather large clique. But they bring very real clues to the table that are every bit as valid as the credentialed nuts and bolts researcher.

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deer on my porch

Hoof prints in the foreground and cat prints in the background on my porch.

January of 2011.

A year ago, Thanksgiving night of 2010, while driving back home to my house I nearly hit a deer on with my car.

I was invited to a Thanksgiving dinner by an acquaintance by the name of Erika. She and I have had wonderful conversations together, and I liked her tremendously. I was delighted that she had asked me and I gotta say, it felt a little bit like a date. But sadly, this time of year can be hard for me. I suffer from clinical depression (and I’ve been open about it on this blog) and the short days have an impact on my mood. I was on my way to the party, but I wasn’t feeling so great. I actually drove past the house, and it just wasn’t in me to go it, so I drove back to the main street and headed home.

It was on the main highway just as I was picking up speed after leaving the downtown area that the deer darted out from some cottonwoods and appeared in my headlights. The road was icy and the deer skittered and fell in front of my car. I swerved and for a moment everything was in slow motion, it was close but the frightened animal was fine.

I have lived in this town for over 17 years and I’ve never seen deer at this spot in the road. But, I have seen owls in that exact spot three different times.

About a month and a half later I went to the nearby town of Jackson to see the remake of TRUE GRIT with Erika. This time it was actually a real-deal date. This would have been early January 2011 sometime.

As we drove home after the movie, while we were still in the town of Jackson, Erika suddenly shouts, “Deer!” and before I could react there was a sickening thud, and I watched as a small deer bounced off the passenger side of the hood, and spun into the lane to our left. From what I saw in the headlight, it was then hit by a truck next to us.

At that moment we were in traffic on slick roads, there was really nothing I could do but continue driving. I had a jolt of adrenaline, and we tried to make sense of what just happened. I was probably going about 30 miles per hour, and so was the truck next to us. So, there was a chance that the deer would live. This is a notorious stretch of road, and deer are hit by cars often.

During the drive home, Erika and I both talked about how sad it made us thinking that we might have killed that animal. One thing I wanted to share with Erika during our time in the car was a series of stories involving me seeing badgers (I may write about that someday), and how they seemed to be directly related to her. These curious stories feel mysterious in a way that I was worried that in telling them I might sound nutty. I chose not to share those stories after hitting that deer.

Two days later I saw small deer tracks on the porch outside my kitchen door. I am not sure when they appeared but there was fresh snow so I can only guess it happened about 48 hours after hitting the deer in Jackson Hole.

Once again, I have lived in this house for over 17 years and I have NEVER once seen a deer (or deer tracks) anywhere near the house, let alone within 18 inches of my kitchen door.

In less than two months I almost hit a deer, I most likely kill a deer and a deer walks on my porch. Two of these events involved Erika, and I’m happy to report we have been close and happy since last winter. It has been perfectly magical.

This story may mean nothing but I've made a sort of declaration to myself that I document these curious events in this public format.

Deer tracks about 18 inches from my door.

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low quality podcasting

I'm gunna rant.

Lameness abounds, and I gotta voice my disappointed with the vast majority of podcasting on the paranormal lore. Good grief, some of it just sounds awful! Most of the shows on BlogTalk, Inception Radio and UFO Paranormal Network are almost impossible to try and play the role of listener, the audio quality is inexcusably bad. There are guests I wanna listen to, but I'm appalled by the crummy sound. I've been doing an on-line radio show using my humble desktop computer, and my audio quality is pretty good. We live in an era of amazing and inexpensive technology that should make all of these shows crystal clear. It's not that hard people.

Done ranting.

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intellect vs intuition

I just received a letter from a reader (and listener) to this blog. He says what I'm feeling with an intense clarity. The one question I repeatedly ask to my guests, and especially to myself, is: HOW DO YOU BALANCE YOUR INTELLECT AND YOUR INTUITION?

Alas, I find myself increasingly bored and dismissive of my intellect.

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My friend writes:

I really think that whatever the hell this phenomenon/phenomena may be, it defies the reductionist approach favored by traditional objectivism. It requires us to get back to basic shit and just talk with each other, person-to-person, like you seem to do with your guests. I'm not saying we throw out rational inquiry, not at all! In fact I strongly believe that many people would benefit from taking a cold, hard look at their own gullibility. And I mean that with all my heart. But we also need to be open to the emotive, mysterious, symbolic and intuitive signals that are coming through to us as well.

I don't know what all this means. Maybe that is my Westernized left brain talking. It sits there in judgement, telling me that I'm full of crap for even paying attention to these anomalies in my life. And sometimes I don't know if I should believe its rational admonitions, fall into lock-step with culture, and simply dismiss all of this as some collective fantasy of early 21st-Century apocalyptic dreams.

On the other hand, maybe I really should pay attention to the absurdities. Last night I was sitting in bed with my heavy comforter drawn up around me, lights out and balancing my laptop between my knees and chest. Because I wasn't sleepy, I started to play a simple puzzle game that I had recently downloaded. I turned off the TV just after the Letterman monologue. It was about 11 pm.

A few minutes later I glanced at the computer's clock in the lower right corner. It said 2:20 am. My comforter was on the floor and I couldn't quite figure out how it got there. I was chilled and a bit confused. I seemed to be in the same position I started out in, and not a bit stiff, if indeed I had been sitting there motionless for three-plus hours.

My left brain was curiously incurious, despite my confusion. I simply gathered the comforter back onto the bed, closed down the computer and went to sleep. In retrospect I wonder what to make of it.

Sure, I can resort to the explanation that A) I dozed off and didn't realize it, or B) that I got so wrapped up in this little video game that I didn't notice that over three hours of time had passed. There are problems with either explanation though, so the only recourse to my left brain was to flatly dismiss this little incident as nothing unusual.

But dammit, it was unusual! So what to make of it? The rational side is not paying attention But the intuitive side is saying that there is more to the story. So what do I do? It is this little mental battle that, I think, causes so many of us to discount the oddities in life. For me, it's easier to give in to the dismissive voice. But, I fear, that will never lead me to any sort of true understanding about the edges of reality.

Anyhow, I just want to reiterate that you, Mike, need to continue to explore and share these "Outer Limits" experiences. Keep up with the healthy skepticism, for that produces a clarity sadly lacking in the "Love and Light" community of doe-eyed believers. Critically examine the circumstances of every experience. But, on the other hand, don't let that skepticism discount the strange. That's just lazy thinking.

(NOTE: this letter above was minimally edited, boldicized and italicized by me before posting)

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compelled to sleep out under the stars

A map of the area near New Paltz, New York, known as the Shawangunks

At one point in my life I had dedicated myself to rock climbing, this happened while living in New York City. This little story took place in the summer of 1993, and at the time I was 31 (I am 49 as I write this).

I had a secret spot where I liked to sleep out under the stars. It was on top of a dramatic cliff system known as the Shawangunks. This was just a few miles outside of the town of New Paltz, (noted on the map with a RED marker) this is about 90 miles north of New York City. It was near the “hair-pin-turn” if you are at all familiar with the area. I would sneak into the woods and camp alone on the Mohonk Preserve, a protected private park. This is a perfectly lovely spot with a delightful wilderness feel.

The spot where I slept was out on a big expanse of lumpy white rock, this is the same rock formation that makes up the cliff system where all the climbing takes place. The rock itself is a hard, silica-cemented conglomerate of white quartz pebbles and sandstone. My sleeping spot was simply a shallow flat spot, exactly the size of my sleeping pad, and it was absolutely beautiful.

One night (I am quite certain it was a Friday) at about 11:30, I was in my little apartment in Greenwich Village. At that late hour, I was sort of “compelled” to get in my car and drive north to my little secret spot. It was an easy drive that late at night with minimal traffic. As I was on the FDR, I remember thinking to myself, “Wow, they're pushin’ pretty hard tonight.”

It was a 90 minute drive and I parked my car at around 1:AM. I took my sleeping bag and pad into the woods and went to sleep. I have no unusual memories at all. The next morning, I met with some of the local climbers and enjoyed a day of rock climbing.

Now, this “event” can easily be dismissed as just me wanting to get out of the crowded city and get an early start the next morning, I recognize that. Or, just me wanting to sleep outside under the stars in a pretty place; this is something I still do a lot in the summer.

All that said, I’m still confused about that little voice in my head that just kind of blurted out: “Wow, they're pushin’ pretty hard tonight.”

I had read Whitley Strieber’s COMMUNION a few years earlier, and he gave some details about his cabin, and I realized it was rather close to my secret spot, maybe just a few miles away. I only thought about this years later when UNKNOWN COUNTRY noted that Whitley’s cabin was quite close to those cliffs. When I read that, I had a sinking feeling. But why?

I have pin-pointed my secret sleeping spot exactly on a map (noted on the map with a YELLOW marker). I later learned that Whitley’s cabin was near the little town of Accord (noted on the map with a BLUE marker). The town is less than four miles from my sleeping spot. I don’t know the exact location of the cabin, but it could be as close as two miles from my sleeping spot.

I’ll add that some years later, I went up to that spot, but not to sleep. It was the middle of the day and I was visiting New Paltz. I was curious if I could even find it again on the big open expanse of white rock.

I walked straight to it, and on this one lone spot, someone had spray painted a pentagram in a circle. (it may have been an “A” in a circle, I can’t remember exactly). This bit of creepy graffiti was right exactly where I slept! Nothing else was noted anywhere on the huge area. Weird!

That’s it, overall it’s nothing all that eventful, but upon reflection some of the details sure feel strange to me.

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anti-psychotic medication

I’ve been pretty darned open on this blog about my life and my history of clinical depression. It’s been a challenge and it’s had an impact on my life.

Earlier this week I spent some time at a therapist’s office, it was my second visit to her. I have been looking to find some sort of counseling as a way to better understand my re-occurring bouts of depression.

During my first visit I was perfectly honest with this woman. I asked her how open minded she was, and then I told her about my memories and odd life experiences and how they seem intertwined with UFO related events. The implication might be that I was involved in some sort of on-going alien abduction experiences.

Just a few days ago, during our second session she asked me if I had ever considered taking anti-psychotic medication as a way to deal with my ideas about alien abduction.

Hearing that, my heart sort of sank. I explained that I didn’t feel that was in any way necessary. On one level I guess it’s fair for her to be ignorant of the subtle (and not so subtle) details of this confusing phenomenon. On another level, it felt so bleak that she would talk to me for only an hour, and come to the conclusion that I might be suffering from a of psychotic malady that might require medication.

I’ve spent the last five years (if not longer) trying to make sense of my experiences. The only conclusion I’ve reached is that something has happened. This elusive something seems to involve UFOs, synchronicities and a deep compulsion to know more.

Please note: I’m probably gunna delete this post in a few days. I know there are folks who follow this blog, and this bit of personal “gushing” might be of some value.

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TEXT added Nov. 27th 2011

I deleted this post a few days after I originally posted it. I'm adding it back into the blog now, because I figure it'll be buried within all the other posts. If anyone reads it here, it's a very real (although bleak) part of my overall experience.

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secretaries to the “insiders”

Here's a curious pattern.

1. According to Leo Sprinkle, he worked as a therapist with a woman who claimed the alien abduction experience. She was also an assistant to Carl Sagen. She stated that Dr. Sagen had a lot more knowledge about the UFO phenomenon than he was letting on. The implication was that Dr. Sagan was being purposely deceptive when he was playing the role of public sceptic about the UFOs.

2. Werner von Braun, the former Nazi scientist that was at the helm of NASA during the Apollo years. In the final years of his life he had an assistant named Carol Rosen. She now claims direct contact with alien beings, and she is speaking out about her experiences.

3. Anne Eller claims to be an alien abductee, and she was a secretary for Allen J. Hynek during the final years of his life. Mrs. Eller stated that when Dr. Hynek was near his death, he communicated to her that he had a lot more information than he was letting on. She wrote a book about her experiences titled DRAGON IN THE SKY. After his death she claims she contacted the spirit of Dr. Hynek thru a medium, and she received the message that he was a "double agent" during his time as a UFO researcher.

4. A lesser example: There is a series of immensely popular channeled book titled CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD, authored by Neale Donald Walsch. He had a secretary that claims on-going UFO contact. Her name is Lisette Larkins, and she has written a series of books. One of them, TALKING TO EXTRATERRESTRIALS has a lot of channeled material.

QUESTION:
Can anyone think of any other similar examples?

I'm left thinking that ANYONE with an important insider role would probably have an alien abductee as their secretary!

Highway 33 is at longitude 111.11

The above is a google map image. My house (the blue pointer) is along longitued -111.111066, that's SIX ones in a row. I live along highway 33, and the road itself (the red pointer) aligns with longitude -111.110476.

I'm not implying any sort of esoteric weirdness here, I just find this kind of thing interesting. That said, if there are any mystical number counters out there, lemme know what you think.

Also - The longitude of the Main Street of my little home town (the same Highway 33) is a very tidy -111.111000.

flashcard

This is a real flashcard to meant to teach very young children the alphabet. In a by-gone era the letter "A" used to be for APPLE, but not now. One more example that the Alien meme is oozing it's way deeper into our collective consciousness. I found this odd bit of pop-culture weirdness HERE, at this site.

a pattern and the sense of being coaxed

I’ve been distracted an uninspired for the last few months. I haven’t put much energy into this blog, and that seems fine. No need to put pressure on myself about needing to write stuff.

But there has been a curious ongoing pattern. When I do feel inspired to write something (I have a few yet to be posted essays in the works) I’ll sit down, open up my word processing program and start typing. And within minutes, and sometime seconds, there will be an audible ping from my computer telling me that I’ve just received an email.

These emails will say something like this: I’ve been reading your blog, something about it inspired me to write you - and - I’ve had very similar experiences.

When I get letters like this, I’ll make the effort to connect, and the one-on-one conversations have been hugely gratifying for me. My energy seems low, but something out there is coaxing me further down the path.

This happened just this morning, as I was starting a post about my memories, and friendship, with Budd Hopkins. This pattern is unmistakable, and really curious. It feels like I’m being encouraged, or maybe even rewarded somehow.

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similar thoughts from a reader

Below are a few sentences from an email I received yesterday, it came in as I was drawing the owl image for the post below.

I’m sharing this excerpt because it seems important, specifically because it so clearly and accurately describes MY thoughts on this! The author described it better than I ever could. The only difference for me is that instead of my teens, most of my more profound experiences took place in my 40's.

Excerpt from an email:

“I think that we’ve had some similar types of experiences... I can say that after some couple of undeniably weird and in-my-face contact experiences in my teenage years, there have followed a lifetime of liminal glimpses and suggestions of strange meta-presences just around existential corners, easily deniable and explained away if one is determined to do so, but to the other side of that coin, always hinting at some deeper or more vivid order of possibility.

I don’t know what it is, only that it seems to jump out to grab my notice, then once noticed, skip laughingly away again, disappearing under the curtain one is not supposed to look behind. I don’t have any problem accepting that these things are happening, nor that they have happened to me. It’s only frustrating that I can’t seem to get any closer to it; worse because I can’t quite trust myself, knowing how badly I want to connect with it, suspicious that I may have invented the whole thing.”

I updated my Mac operating system

Off-world computer generated effects, at the click of a mouse.

I just upgraded to Lion, and that's the latest operating system for my humble Mac. There is a program called PHOTO-BOOTH, and it has a handful of funny effects. You can choose things like sepia tone and X-Ray. But I was surprised to find that there is an effect called SPACE ALIEN. There seems to be embedded software that automatically makes the eyes bigger and changes the shape of the head to match the cover of Communion.

A while ago I would have hinted that the alien meme was seeping into our pop culture But now it's saturating it. I suspect the Reptilian overlords used back engineered technology from Roswell to create this odd effect.

Oh how the world desperately needs Mac Tonnies to chime in on this.

Also, compare the image (on the right) to an image I drew in October of '09, linked HERE. And while you're at it, don't you this space alien looks suspiciously like Masha Tyelna (well, sorta) from just a few posts down.

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triangle+scar+left+arm searched on-line

Close up of a tiny set of three dots on my left arm. This curious scar has been there since I was in elementary school and it's faded in a way that the lower left dot is barely visible anymore..

There is a curious statistic on my side-bar. If you scroll down and look at the application titled MOST READ POSTS ON THIS SITE, EVER. The majority are audio interviews with popular authors, but there is one that seems out of place. It’s a post I did last summer titled: Tiny dots on my left arm. (linked HERE)

Why is that post so popular? It’s baffled me, until this morning.

I just recently looked at my stat-counter and found where I could check “Keyword Analysis” and found that the fourth most common way people arrive at my site is by searching out this phrase: “triangle scar left arm”

The implication is that people (from around the world) are using google as a tool to search out an answer about triangle scars on their left arms. Since last summer I’ve received a handful of comments (and emails) where people will say that they have the exact same scar, or something very similar.

The fact that this somewhat obscure post is so popular seems to indicate that there is a very pattern of people out there with odd triangle scars on their left arms, and they are seeking answers. The implications of this is extremely curious, at least to me.

A photoshop recreation that matches the memory form my youth. This shows the curious symmetry and definition of the dots. 3/8 of an in is pretty much 1 centimeter.

is the phenomenon being self-generated?

The Path, whatever that means.

Dan Mitchell (of LUMINOSITY) had single sentence in a recent posting that touched a nerve in me. He wrote:

"This again leaves little doubt that at least in my own case, the phenomenon is being self-generated."

I've had this very same concept rolling in my head in the last few days. I feel like the phenomenon has been manifesting in a way to match my deeply personal set of (dare I say) needs. The direct experience can be truly mystifying, and it can stir-up a lot of self doubt.

It feels like there is a deceptive and elusive mystery unfolding before me, and there is something about the whole thing that I truly like as it urges me further down the path. It's an irresistible puzzle that somehow engages me in a way that exactly matches my own personality.

What is happening? Are there all-knowing beings out there in a hidden realm that can read my mind and understand all it's subtleties? Can these entities tailor my set of experiences so they exactly match what would be most engaging to me and me alone? As nutty as it sounds, this is how it "feels" on some level.

Or could it be something equally bizarre.

Another thought: Is there some part of me, some higher self (of future self, or astral self, or my soul-self) that is reaching outward, and meeting these mysterious entities half-way? Maybe the result is a merging of intentions that is creating these highly tailored experiences in my life? This has the ring of truth too.

Maybe it's all self generated, and there is no outside force at all. As I ponder this concept, it doesn't feel right. I get the distinct impression that there is something very mysterious that is influencing my life.

I am a cartoonist with a playful sense of the absurd. My drawings (and my personality) seem to revel in a sort of warm hearted and mischievous outlook on everything. This statement seems accurate, and I am self-aware enough to feel that saying that is honest. And - curiously enough, my experiences seem to manifest with "plot elements" that match my truest personality quirks.

(An example HERE, and another one HERE)

A mystery is being laid out before me, seductively urging me to follow. And in a very real sense, it is most certainly MY mystery, and MY path alone.

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questions about disclosure

Before doing the audio interview with Richard Dolan I created a series of questions. As the list got longer, I realized that these were less directed at Rich, and instead a way for me to deal with the confusing issues that have arisen as I dig deeper into this subject. These questions were a way for me to help me wrap my mind around the elusive and ephemeral concepts.

I am so disappointed with this exo-political community that is pleading for Disclosure. I worry they have not adequately addressed some of the challenging issues that are implied in these questions. This document was created in a sort of flurry, it was simply a tool to help me deal with my personal exploration. Some stuff gets repeated, there are typos and it’s not really all that well thought out. But, the core content of the quandary as I see it is there.

I’ve shared these 17 questions (in no particular order) because I feel that that trying to articulate these elusive ideas is really important - at least to me.

Disclosure Questions

correspondence with people sharing their stories

One of the most powerful things that has happened since starting this blog is that people have been sharing their life experiences with me. Over the last few days, I've been corresponding with a person (who's name will remain private, for purposes here, I'll call him Sam), and the encounters he shares are astounding, and at the same time maddeningly typical. Below is my reply to him, edited slightly.

Sam,

I just read (and re-read) your messages to me. Let me say that EVERYTHING you've written, I've heard already, either first hand or in the literature.

And some of it fits into my own memories and experiences. The one thing that I feel SO strongly about is this underlying sense of mission, this is something that you and others have mentioned. I wallow in it, and it has created compulsive behavior in me. I don't know what to make of it. I recognize how delusional this might sound, but I have this deep and profound sense that SOMETHING is happening that is of monumental importance. And, I find that this "feeling" gets confirmed over and over and over by people who I interact with.

I have been reaching out a little bit, but more than that, people have been finding me. And the stories that emerge are SO similar. These shared stories create an undeniable pattern.

I struggle with trying to understand "my role here" and in doing so, it seems that I generate more people contacting me. Maybe that IS my role? I am perfectly baffled. I am deeply aware that each and every person who tells me their experiences are dealing with something that is profoundly personal. Somehow, the experiences seem tailored to them - and them alone.

Peace and strength to you my friend,
Mike C!

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NOTE:

I was clicking thru my blogger dashboard and I just found a way to see all my blog postings in a list. This one here is the one-hundred-and-twenty-third post. Yes, that's 123.

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Tiny dots in a triangle on my left arm

Two small dots, easily viewed on my left arm.

Close up of the dots.

The location of the very faint third dot. In my youth, this one was just as prominent as the other two, creating a perfect little triangle. If this is a vaccine scar, someone please tell me!

A question I often get from researchers is: do I have any unusual marks or scars on your body?

At first I just answered no, and later I realized I have a scar on my nose (click HERE for more info). And recently I found an odd scratch on my torso (click HERE).

There are only two dots that remain distinct, the third has almost completely faded away. I can still see the third dot in certain light, but it is very indistinct. I drew in a red circle where it appears on my arm.

I realized that I have a funny triangle shaped set of three pock-marks below my wrist on my left arm. I have had these since (as best as I can recall) elementary school, and that means about 1974 or so. I just turned 48, so these marks have been on my arm for about 36 years (and that is a rough guess). As a boy, I would marvel at how perfection of the triangular shape. I have no memory of getting any sort of medical inoculation. If this is simply a vaccine scar, someone PLEASE tell me. I did a quick search for "vaccine scars" and "inoculation scars" and saw a lot of gruesome images, but none that even remotely matched what I have on my arm.

I took photos today, after shaving the hair off the small area. I put a little vegetable oil on the area to help see the dots and took macro photos with a digital point and shoot in the bright sunshine next to a window. I also increased the contrast on the digital photo (using photoshop) and this helped bring the image out a little more clearly. Please note, I included an un-altered photo at the end of this post, as well as a photoshop recreation as to how they appeared in my youth. The dots are all 3/8 inch apart from each other.

This is a photoshop recreation. This is how I remember it looked in my youth, I was fascinated by the curious symmetry of the dots.

The red lines show the location of the triangular dot pattern on my arm. The tiny dots themselves are difficult to see in this wide view.

Digital image without any contrast change. This is how the dots presently appear. You can see how the lower left dot has faded, but it still visible.

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ADDED TEXT June 2011:

There is a follow up to this post. This essay has been one of the most popular on this blog, here's a LINK where I speculate why that might be.

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my role here

One simple and important question, alone on a sheet of paper.

Today I had a psychic reading with Anya Briggs set up for 11:AM, the appointment was made a few days ago due to a haunted feeling discontent. Something was off, and I felt adrift. At about 9:30 in the morning I realized that I should make a list of questions, so I got a clipboard and a clean white sheet of paper and wrote the one thing that had been really bugging me: my role here.

As soon as I wrote it, the phone rang. It was a person I had met at the Laughlin UFO conference in 2009, and I'll call him Joe. When we met I felt a very real kinship for him, we are both the exact same age and he was obviously very anxious (a lot like me). Just the other day I was reviewing a small notebook I had carried and found his email address, I had forgotten that I had written it down, but over the last year and a half I had often wondered about him, so I sent an email and asked how he was doing.

On the phone he filled me in on what has been happening since we met. He shared very scary set of experiences, involving horrifying virtual reality memories that were associated with out and out abduction events. It is a swirling nightmare of gray aliens, overt military influences and some sort of very scary training.

His stories were truly unnerving, and he shared even more during this long phone call. I listened attentively, and tried to make sense of his menacing experiences. Joe has a son and daughter, and they both share some of the same memories. And he tells of meeting 13 other people in his area that have almost the exact same set of memories.

His experiences were way beyond anything that I could relate to, so all I could do was simply listen, and offer some support and solace. We talked for over an hour, and at the end of the call he thanked me.

I was a little bit shook up by the intensity of the conversation and the obvious stress in Joe's life. But I feel like I was really good during the call. Minutes later, I was starting the session with Anya, and I had only one question written down: my role here.

I didn't need a psychic to tell me the significance of writing those words in a place of very real questioning, and then the phone ringing at that exact instant.

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Added shortly after the post above:

Here is a short excerpt from RED ICE CREATIONS, it is a snippet from an audio interview with Neil Kramer. I heard it shortly after posting this essay, and I thought it was very relevant.

approx 2 minutes

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