Tuesday, October 11, 2022

great-horned owl on the little league backstop

Great-horned owl on the backstop

I took a picture of an owl on Friday, Oct 7th. 

About ten minutes before the sighting I spoke aloud and asked to see an owl. This is something I never do, but the twilight had an eerie power, and it felt like the perfect night to see an owl, so I asked. 

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Right below the owl was a deer, lying on the ground, and it was too dark to get her in a photo. The goddess Athena has a companion owl and the goddess Diana has a companion deer (usually portrayed as a fawn). So, two resonant goddesses at the little league baseball diamond—symbolically anyway.

Also, owl and deer are far and away the most common screen memories reported by UFO abductees.

The deer lying below the owl is an odd detail. I approached the deer in almost complete darkness. I was walking straight for it, and got pretty close. I made a hard right turn when I saw it, I was surprised she let me get so close. She was sitting with her legs tucked under her body, like cats sometimes sit. (I’ve always equated this to how duck look when they float on a pond).

I walked around the deer, and asked: “Where are your babies?" There has been a Doe with two fawns at that baseball field a lot lately, and I assumed it was the mother deer (I’m calling it “she" for this post). I looked around but didn’t see the fawns.

I went through one gate (I’d propped it open a few days ago), then walked across the diamond, then out another gate. I was on my way home when I head a loud squawk. At first I thought it was a fox, but soon realized it was a female great horned owl. They make a “mournful squawk” and I went back onto the diamond and found the owl. I took a few pics, and tried to get closer. As I approached the owl flew away to another fence. I got a picture on the second fence, but it was further away and less cinematic. I had a little headlamp and tried to shine it on the owl, but it didn't doo much. When I pointed into the darkness below the owl, where the deer was sitting, I saw two eyes reflecting back at me in the darkness. It was cute!

The owl was first seen on the smaller “little league” backstop fence, and it flew to the next fence, and this was on the standard size field. Symbolically, this movement from one fence to another implied graduating or growing up—moving from the little kid’s diamond to the adult diamond. And the kid's field is where I’ve been seeing the fawns. 

A few days ago I saw the mother deer in the little league field, and the two fawns were stuck outside, unable to get over the fence. I’ve seen the mother deer hop over the fence, and its very graceful. I opened a big gate (propping it open with a big rock, as I mentioned above) and after that I've seen the babies on the field with their mom. 

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These baseball fields, and the park they are connected to, have generated a few posts, linked below.


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I put up a post with this owl photo on Facebook within minutes of the sighting. The baseball diamonds are close to my home and my window was open, so I could hear her squawking as I typed up the post. 


Also, iPhones do a weird thing when you take a photo in low light—it takes a long exposure and somehow stabilizes the picture. So, this bit of image trickery gave me a picture that looked like it was taken at noon on an overcast day. It didn’t look anything like what I saw that night. So, I did some photoshopping to get it to match the deep blue of the night sky.


Raw image without any photoshop doctoring

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And here are three more pictures from the same area. Click on any image for a HI-rez view:

Great-horned owl on the backstop for the standard sized diamond (2021) 

Barred owl at twilight on the hiking path (2021)

From July 2022, along the same hiking path


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Tuesday, July 26, 2022

the corridor and the dying robin

the corridor

Pretty much every day I walk in a little park across the street from my home. This is a lovely forested area right along the Puget Sound, and from the shoreline you can see Seattle and (if it’s clear) Mt. Rainier.

There’s one point where I need to walk though a series of little league baseball diamonds, and the path goes between the outfield fence of the biggest field, and a wall of thorny blackberry bushes. On the way back home on June 19th, I emerged from a dark section of forest and entered that long corridor between the fence and the bushes. Stepping into the sunlight I saw a robin on the path, and I knew something was wrong.

It was twitching on the grass as I approached. I stepped closer, and it awkwardly hopped toward me and laid down on my left foot. Her head was dangling down in a gruesome way. She must have flown into the fence and broken her neck. It was awful to see.

She lay still on my foot for maybe fifteen seconds, and then shuddered and hopped away. She couldn’t control anything, she was trying to hop and fly, but neither was working.

I spoke to this bird, and told her I could end her pain. I’ve had cats all my life, and there have been plenty of times I’ve needed to kill mice and small birds. I’ve done it a lot, but have never gotten used to it.

I hike here often and knew there was a spot nearby with some pallets and scraps of wood. I quickly walked there and found a flat section of wood with a sharp edge and a baseball sized rock.

I returned and spoke to the bird, “I can end this suffering if you want.”

It sat still and let me approach, but when I touched her she shuddered and hopped away, her head hanging upside down at her breast. This was awful for me.

At one point she stopped and sat on the grass. I got on my knees next to her with the piece of wood and the rock. I couldn’t do anything, her head was hidden under her body, and I tried to gently lift her, but she fluttered off a few feet and crashed into the ground. I spoke again, “If you you want me to end your pain I will, please let me know what I should do.”

With that she staggered into the dense blackberry bushes and I lost sight of her. This was terribly emotional, and part of me wished I hadn’t hesitated—that I’d just killed her.

I set the piece of wood and rock along the bottom of the fence and continued home.

The next day I went back on the same walk, and made my way down that corridor between the blackberries and the outfield fence. I slowed as I approached the area where I’d seen the robin. And I found her. She was lying dead on top of the rock and wood with her head hidden from view, tucked gently between them. Her pose was peaceful.

the robin as I found her, lying between the wood and stone

This was about thirty feet from where I’d last seen her disappear into the bushes the day before. She was lying on the tools of death that I had been unable to use. What happened? Why did she seek out this spot to die?

how I set the wood and stone against the outfield fence
I carried her into the dark woods and stepped off the path. I dug a shallow hole with my hands and buried her in the forrest duff under large cedar tree. I spoke a quiet prayer and apologized that I wasn’t strong enough the day before. My last words were: “Fly free.”

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This was an adult female robin, without the strong red coloring of the males. This is why I called her she.

Also, this happened in the final days of editing Joshua Cutchin’s powerful series of books, Ecology of Souls. This is a wide ranging study of the connection between death and the UFO lore. I had this powerful experience with a bird wile in the throes of a project entirely about death.

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Monday, July 4, 2022

I just saw three owls

Barred owl at twilight. Double-click for a HI-rez view.

I took a walk across the street about an hour before dark. There is a park along the Puget Sound and there is one small section of old growth forest. I was on a path in among the big trees on my way to the water. I was listening to voice of Terry Lovelace, it was the audiobook Devils Den The Reckoning. I had just started the book, and he spoke my name in the list of acknowledgments. He said, “My comrade Mike Clelland.” 

A little bit later I saw a piece of crumpled paper towel in the path, and I thought, “I should pick that up.” I didn’t, but I kicked it to the center of the path and I figured I could get it on the way out. A second later I saw big wings lift off from the ferns on the edge of the path—it was an owl and it flew up and landed in a tree nearby. I waited a moment and then took a few steps towards it, and two more owls lifted off the forest floor around a corner in the path. They flew in the same direction, past the perched owl in the tree and deeper into the woods. 

This was a small barred owl, and I managed to get a picture. I tried to move a little closer, and it flew away in the direction as its comrades. I turned around, found two long twigs, and used them like oversized chopsticks to pick up the paper towel in the path. 

I carried it to the dumpster near the parking lot along the water. A young ranger was there, and she saw how I was holding the paper towel, and she said, “Oh thats a good idea, I never thought of that. I just use my hands.” I put it in the dumpster and said, “I didn’t want to touch it, and the sticks are easily available. You can get ‘em in there.” I pointed to the forest. 

 I told her I'd just seen three owls, and she gave me a look of wow. We talked for a bit, and she said she had seen an owl standing on the side of the road not too long ago, and she thought that was odd. I didn’t ask how big it was. Then she told me that she is scared of birds. 


text added Friday July 8th 2022
When I first wrote this, I used the word comrade twice. I was quoting Terry Lovelace (about me) and I was calling the two other owls "comrades," and I thought that was too much. I changed the line about the owls to "it flew away in the direction as the other owls." And now I just changed it back to what I'd initially written. This is just a blog post, and it feels right to use that perfect word twice.

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Monday, June 27, 2022

Alaska glacier expedition

Huge terrain in the Wrangells

Close-up view of the photo above. Our teammates on roped up glacier travel.

I spoke about a 30-day course in Alaska with Shawn Stratton on his HOT DRINKS podcast. Some readers here might not know this, but I spent over 20-years in outdoor education, and got to travel in some of the most beautiful wilderness in North America. It was great to share some powerful memories from a hard trip in the big mountains. Epic is an understatement!

  90 minute audio linked HERE  
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Also available on apple podcast, linked HERE

The images below are of me and one of my co-instructors, Phil Schneider. I'm in the red parka. In whiteout conditions it's very easy to get disoriented, and it happens to birds too. A little goldfinch landed on my boot, seen in the close-up. He saw us and we must have been the only things visible to him in a frozen ocean of white.

Please click on any images for a HI-rez view.

A tiny visitor

A little goldfinch needed a place to land, and chose my boot!

Co-instructor Aaron Divine on the Nabezna Glacier

More about The Wrangell mountains on the NPS site HERE, and on Wikipedia HERE
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Saturday, May 14, 2022

every episode of THE UNSEEN

I am immensely proud of this list.

 

I hosted over sixty interviews for Whitley Strieber on his site, UnknownCountry (from 2019 thru 2021). The podcast series was titled THE UNSEEN, and my focus was UFO contact. It was a lot of work adding them to this page and I was surprised there were so many! These shows are, in many ways, a continuation of my previous series Hidden Experience (from 2009 thru 2014)


Every episode is linked below. Some of the earlier episodes might require a membership for listening.



Debra Jordan-Kauble, a Life of Extraordinary Contact

July 28, 2021


Yvonne Smith Explores Hypnosis and Healing

June 9, 2021


Richard Dolan and The Alien Agendas

April 19, 2021


Joshua Cutchin and the Overlap of Experiences

March 15, 2021


Susan Demeter and the Role of the Cosmic Witch

February 21, 2021


Laura London, UFOs, and Carl Gustav Jung

January 19, 2021


Shanelle Schanz, granddaughter of Kenneth Arnold

October 28, 2020


James Fox, The Phenomenon, and the Tipping Point

October 21, 2020


Jennifer Sodini and the Role of the Healer

October 13, 2020


Audiobook Excerpt from THE MESSENGERS

October 7, 2020


Ron Johnson (Part 5) The Final Chapter

October 2, 2020


Ron Johnson (Part 4) A New Phase of Contact

September 23, 2020


Ron Johnson (Part 3) Dreams, Animal Encounters, and UFO Contact

September 17, 2020


Ron Johnson (Part 2) Bigfoot and UFO Contact

September 9, 2020


Ron Johnson and a Lifetime of Contact (Part One)

September 2, 2020


Mike Stevens and Stories from the Granite State

August 26, 2020


Andras Jones, Radio8Ball, and Synchromagic!

August 19, 2020


Terry Lovelace and Evidence of Contact

August 12, 2020


Christopher Knowles, Novelist and Synchromystic

August 5, 2020


Stuart Davis and Contact with Mantis Beings

June 30, 2020


Bert Janssen and The Organizing Principle

June 4, 2020


Red Pill Junkie and a Path with Heart

May 27, 2020


Onboard UFOs with Preston Dennett

April 29, 202


Aaron Gulyas and The Saucer Life

April 22, 2020


Mia Feroleto and the Role of the Artist

April 15, 2020


Facing the challenges of contact with Christopher Bledsoe

April 8, 2020


A Human Approach to UFO Research with Ryan Sprague

April 1, 2020


Ann Eller, Dr. J. Allen Hynek and UFO Contact

March 25, 2020


Zelia Edgar, High Strangeness and the Legacy of John Keel

March 18, 2020


Family Secrets with Jean Walker

March 11, 2020


Coming to terms with the ET presence with Nadine Lalich

March 4, 2020


Paul Hynek remembers his father, Dr. Allen J. Hynek

February 26, 2020


Talking to Extra-Dimensionals with Reuben Langdon

February 19, 2020


Life Between Lives with Peter Smith

February 12, 2020


Gordon White and Magic in Our Ancient Past

February 5, 2020


Denise Stoner and the mystery of contact

January 29, 2020


Encounters with The Other, Ben speaks about his life

January 22, 2020


Confessions of a Spooky Mind with Walter Bosley

January 15, 2020


Audio Book Excerpts from Hidden Experience (Part Three)

January 8, 2020


Greg Bishop and the challenge of understanding UFOs

January 1, 2020


Spirit Communication with Psychic Medium Marisa Ryan

December 13, 2019


The Source and Significance of Coincidences with Sharon Hewitt Rawlette

December 4, 2019


The Shamanic Journey of HUMANO

November 27, 2019


Audio Book Excerpts from Hidden Experience (Part Two)

November 20, 2019


Magical Thinking with Michael M. Hughes

November 13, 2019


The Synchromystical with Alan Abbadessa Green

November 6, 2019


Bigfoot, Folklore and Strange Familiars with Timothy Renner

October 30, 2019


Audio Book Excerpts from Hidden Experience (Part One)

October 23, 2019


The challenges of childhood contact experiences with William Konkolesky

October 16, 2019


Mysteries of the faerie realm with Joshua Cutchin

October 9, 2019


Wilderness and a short hiatus

September 11, 2019


The Theory of WOW with Grant Cameron

September 4, 2019


Incident at Devils Den with Terry Lovelace

August 28, 2019


Healing, owls and UFOs with Laura Bruno

August 21, 2019


Miraculous UFO Healings and Schoolyard Experiences with Preston Dennett

August 14, 2019


Experiencer Suzanne Chancellor shares her truth

August 7, 2019


Cheryl Costa, Hard Data and Expanded Human Consciousness

August 2, 2019


The Amazing Power of Close Encounter with Witness Will Buche

July 24, 2019


Ghosts, Spirits and Near Death Experiences

July 17, 2019


Tangled, Complex Memoirs of an Abducted Childhood

July 10, 2019


Brad Abrahams and his documentary LOVE AND SAUCERS

June 24, 2019


Third Eye Spies with Lance Mangia

June 14, 2019


The Night of Missing Time

May 24, 2019


Robbie Graham on Saucers, the Silver Screen and Rock n’ Roll

May 15, 2019


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Sunday, April 24, 2022

sparkles

floating sparkles seen in the bedroom

Some things can be so fleeting, so much so that I'm not sure what to think. 

This strange event probably took place around 2016 or ’17 while I was living in upstate New York. I was talking with Andrea in our bedroom. This would've been the middle of a summer day, but the room was on the north west corner of the house, and surrounded by trees, so it was a bit dark. While talking, I noticed a sort of cluster of sparkles in one spot in the room, near a small shelf in the corner. It was only there for a brief moment, and it had the rough outline of a human. It would have been shorter than me, maybe about five foot tall. 

I wasn’t sure what happened, and I asked Andrea, “Did you see that?” 

She said, “Yes, the sparkles.” 

I asked where she saw it, and she pointed to the exact spot I’d seen it and said, “Right there.”

Then we continued our conversation like nothing had happened. I have tried to explain this to people, and I’ve said it looked like a cheap special effect on a kids show from the 70s. This morning I realized I was describing The Land of the Lost, a live action series that played on Saturday morning in my youth. The rather corny character was called The Zarn. 

I created the representation at the top of this post using an image of The Zarn found online. I revised it to match my memory, and it feels pretty close to what I saw. 

I spoke with hypnotherapist Yvonne Smith, and told her this story. I asked if this was common. She said, "Yes, I get a lot of people telling me about seeing sparkles."

 
The Zarn, from Land of the Lost

Here is an excerpt from the TV show. The effect in the clip is not quite what I recall seeing. That image is too thin, and too well defined. What I remember was something more amorphous, without defined arms and legs. But I saw it, and so did Andrea. She read this post, and confirmed it was accurate. This helped me, because the memory is so strange that I'm cautious to fully trust it.

Holly Marshal in her cave home with The Zarn
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