an enormous owl and missing time

Christopher Knowles seen with four owls in approx 1973

There is a short posting on The Secret Sun from July 16th 2009 titled Owls. Christopher Knowles shares a few ideas about the imagery of the owl, most specifically how his mother would collect owl figurines and display them in their home. The photo above gets used in a presentation I have given at UFO conferences. I have a few examples where experiencers will say their mother collect owls.

Screen grab from the comments on an essay titled Owls. Click on image for a HI-rez view.

What is of great interest to me was a comment on this 2009 Secret Sun posting, left by someone named Jessi. The full text is below:

Wanted to share an owl story from my childhood. My family was moving to another town which took four hours by car to commute. My dad was in a truck in front of my mom, me and my sister who were riding in a car behind him. It was late at night and we were making our last load for the day. We were moving into an old farm house out in the country. We were on a dirt road and my dad was right in front of us. My mom stopped the car because she saw something walking in the road. It was the most enormous owl any of us had seen. It simply walked in front of the car, turned to look at us (realize that it was big enough to see us over the hood of the car) and continued to walk across the road (or waddle maybe) when we got to the house my dad was irate and wanting to know where we had been. Evidently, over an hour had passed while we watched that owl cross our path.

Jessi doesn't give an estimated size of this enormous owl, but she does say the it was big enough to see us over the hood of the car. This is something I have heard repeatedly from various witnesses. This puts the owl at about four feet tall. I even photographed a four foot tall cardboard cut out of an owl in front of my car to show how improbable it would be to see an owl that large. I’ve used this image in a series of presentations at UFO conferences. What I need to say is that this propping this photo was super creepy even though the owl was nothing more than cardboard.

cardboard owl positioned in front of my Subaru

There is also over an hour of missing time reported by the people in the car who saw this owl. This plays out as a series of clues that seems to imply a UFO contact event with an impossibly large owl as a screen memory.

What also stands out, especially for me, is the time count on this comment, 1:23 PM. This number sequence screams at me to pay attention.

I have come back to this post repeatedly over the last five and a half years, and it is quite likely I even read this comment, but it didn’t really jump out at me until just a few days ago.

 If anyone knows Jessi, who wrote the comment, please get a hold of me! My email is HERE. 



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1,234 page views

screen grab from analytics page

My page-views from yesterday, another 1234 sync. Curiously, this was the day I wrote more than a few comments on the post for Sherry Wilde's interview. I was supporting her, some folks that were having a hard time with the tone of our conversation. An interview where we laugh about our shared 1234 syncs.

I am typing this from a coffee shop in Brooklyn, I am in a window seat facing the door across the street, the address is 123.

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the number 123 shows up

from my blogs "hit" counter

The numbers 123 and 321 show up on the overview of stats on this blog. Yes, I realize this is something minor, but I fee a responsibility to post any and all synchronicities.

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little 123 synch

screen grab featuring that number!

I had a little tiny sync this afternoon. I wrote an article about coffee for Backpacker Magazine last month, and it was used in a tutorial video for an iPad app. When I checked the video it had 123 views.

This came after a funny day in town, where someone stopped me in the health food store and thanked me for my cartoon book on Ultralight Backpacking. Less than a minute later, I over heard two women in the post office complaining that they don't go camping because their backpacks are too heavy. I introduced myself and told them about my book, they were genuinely excited.

Also today, a cute girl I knew from high school (32 years ago) posted a picture of owl vomit on her facebook page.

Yes, owl vomit.

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audio interview with Trice Sheridan

Last night I did an audio interview with a Trice Sheridan, she is a researcher and director for ICAR. I had met Trice at a series of UFO conferences, and I found her to be wonderfully thoughtful and dedicated to her research. We've corresponded a little over the years, and it was me who suggested to her that I be a guest on her audio show, something I don't normally do.

Before the show, I sent her a few links to some of my blog postings and interviews, and she dug into this stuff in a way that left me impressed.

The interview is linked HERE.

It's a two hour live podcast posted on Joe Montaldo's Paranormal Radio Network. And that's Trice in the photo.

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Oh those numbers!

I made a copy of the audio interview using my skype recorder, and the number 123 curiously shows up again. I am continuously struck by how this number appears on my computer in relation to my on-going paranormal work. I have searched for this number in my files in relation to mundane documents and it just doesn't seem to happen. The 123 thing seems to want to cluster around UFO's and owls.

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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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12345 sych! (well, almost)

Ooooh, so close!

I am editing the audio for an interview I just did with researcher Fred Burks. We are focused mostly on mind control, but our conversation roams to other topics as well. During the editing I had an issue that I couldn't solve, so I called apple support, I spent some time on hold and when the service person came on the phone I paused the audio.

Now, anyone who's followed this blog knows that the number 123 shows up in my life in odd ways, but I am WAY more intrigued when it's the number 12345.

So, the paused time count read 01:23:44.984, and that is ridiculously close to being a very tidy 12345. Below is the audio text, with the time count noted:

FRED: What many of these people are being lead to believe is there is going to be some great harvest on 2012.

(1:23:44:984)

MIKE: Yep, I've heard that too...

FRED: Where all the good people are going to be taken off to another dimension ad all the bad people are going to be sent off to live of another cycle of incarnation to learn that it's about love, and I don't buy into that.

So, the number (or the almost number) 12345 coincides exactly with the spoken word: "2012" - whatever that means. Chris Knowles says to keep a synchronicity log, and I've taken his advice to heart, and I'm documenting 'em right here in this blog.

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123 followers

Image grab from the right sidebar, June 13th 2011.

As of today I have 123 people who are following this blog. This happened the same day I posted a synchronicitiy about that very number, a set of digits that seems to be invading my life.

another 12345 sychronicity

The frozen time-count on my humble DVD player

Here’s another 12345 bit of synchro-weirdness. The photo above is the time count on my DVD player, and no foolin’, the experience struck me as VERY strange.

On May 31, 2011 at 12:28 AM, I wrote an email to my psychic pal Anya Briggs. This letter has been edited slightly so that certian personal details remain private.

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On May 31, 2011 at 12:28 AM, I wrote an email:

Anya B,

I just watched the DVD titled CATFISH. It's a documentary, and it might be fake, and it deals with an artist who falls for a girl on facebook.

There is a lot to the story, but it ends up that this girl is a fake person, who doesn't exist.

Now, the DVD culminates with a loving picture of the fake woman, a still photo from a fake facebook page, and right at that moment my DVD seizes up. The number on the time count is 1:23:45.

I back up, and try again, and the DVD freezes up at the same count. I actually video taped this happening.

Now - I have become facebook friends with a mysterious girl, I don't wanna use her name in this post. I've been worried about her because she has been "hinting" about certain drama in her life, and it might be part of the phenomenon that is the focus of this blog.

Now, the fake character in the movie has the SAME NAME as my mysterious friend! It was a close up on her face when the time counter was stuck at 1-2-3-4-5!

-- More weirdness --

I'll add that I was just about to send her an email ... when the 12345 thing came on my DVD player...

peace,
Mike C!

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On May 31, 2011, at 1:23 AM, Anya Briggs replies:

!!!! That is TRIPPY. Wowsers. I don't know what to make of it but my guides are saying parallel universes and timelines play a role in this! Jesus!

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Please note that Anya replies at 1:23 AM. Also, please note the post below where the facebook syyncronicity also takes place on May 31st.

Anya Briggs, contactee, psychic and channel.

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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the number 123 and the Laughlin UFO conference

A page from my notebook, complete with tiny cartoon of exit 123, and four cats. I wrote this down the morning after the event. Double click on the image for a HI-rez view.

Here are a few more curious anecdotes from the 2010 Laughlin conference. Both involve the number 123, something that I’ve been seeing a lot lately.

We drove from Sedona to the ugly casino on the night of February 20th. In the car with me was Natascha and Joseph Mark. We went north to Flagstaff, and then headed west, and the driving was sort of miserable because it was snowing sideways, and interstate 40 was a parade of huge trucks.

Exit 123 near the Nevada Arizona border.

As we got closer to the Nevada border, the weather eased up, and Joseph asked for a bathroom break, so I said I would pull off at the next exit. Well, the next exit was marked 123. We pulled into the lonely gas station, and there was a car parked next to us and Natascha noticed it first, but there were four cats in the car! For some reason, this struck me as so funny. The window was down just enough that I could put my hand in and pet them. We never saw the driver of the car, but there was a guy with a U-Haul truck who said that it was his wife’s car, and he didn’t seem at all bothered that I would stick my hand in her car.

Nothing beyond that - I just thought it was funny. (I’ll add that Natascha doesn’t think this story is nearly as funny as I do)
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Laughlin and the number 123

The Aquarius Casino on the dreary strip in Laughlin Nevada

Natascha and I shared a hotel room in the tacky Casino for the 2010 Laughlin UFO conference.

Here's one more weird story; in the middle of the night we were both jolted awake by a very loud pounding on the door. The way I remember it, it sounded like a big strong guy hit the door twice, as hard as he could. I was instantly awake and my heart was pounding.

My instantaneous thought was: IT'S THEM!

I rolled over and looked at the clock, and it was 1:23 AM. Let me add that I before rolling over that I knew what time it would be. I never got up to answer the door, I felt like I knew there was nobody there. I’ll also add that this hotel wasn’t filled with rowdy kids, in fact, we were in a section that didn’t allow children at all. And the clientele in Laughlin is mostly senior citizens. No good explanation about why anyone would pound on our door like that.

Okay, now let’s jump to the next morning.

I was in line at the Starbucks in the lobby, and right in front of me was Paola Harris, she saw me and said, “This is so weird, but Natascha was in my hotel room last night.”

I didn’t know what she meant, and I asked her to tell me more.

She explained that she was woken out of a sound sleep (she didn’t say what time) and she heard someone with a German accent say: “Paola!” Right away, she knew it was Natascha, who she had met previously in Barcelona. We both knew full well that Natascha wasn’t in her room, but it was an odd way to start the day.

Also, I heard from a few other people at the conference had subtle (but odd) experiences that same night.

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