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May. 7th, 2018

nymphet

Moved Again! Looks Like, But Is NOT, A Haunted House

Just an update for my paranormal blog!

Wanted readers to know its been very quiet for the most part, and I've been super busy due to helping out during a friend's mother's illness and death. Then we had to scramble to find another house. Which is now being moved into and made cozy (this is a large house and will take awhile to settle into.)

Here are some pics: Heron Hold, as we're calling it, is a newer take on the Victorian stye, built a little over 20 years ago. But--! It LOOKS like the quintessential haunted house, doesn't it?






I got to meet the previous owners who had it built, and they're really sweet and have had zero issues. I can confirm there is nothing at all paranormal about this place.

Yet.

I've moved over and over again throughout my life-- over 30 times for certain. I've moved 3 times in the last 4 years. However--!  What seems to happen is that I move to a place, and, over time, as I get visited by some Other intelligence, rips in space/time, or at least weakenings in our reality, occur, and then where I live starts to get fae or poltergeist activity. It seems to take at least 3 years. One place I lived for several years in Tigard, Oregon, had 2 permanent "portals" where odd things, including spirits of the dead, could and would 'pop' through.

Here's the thing. I'm hoping to never move again. I plan to be here for at least another 25 years. I'm in my dream house with my best friend. We're like sisters and we get along very well. This will be my life's project on some level, improving and maintaining a beautiful home on several acres of land.

Though things are not as active for me after my 30's, I still get visits and therefore the potential for dimensional rifts remains possible. To begin with, I want it stated clearly that I moved to a nice "clear" home with great vibes, very calm, and ZERO SPIRIT OR FAE ACTIVITY (I use "fae" in the old way, as elementals or non-human spirits that cause poltergeistic activity.) This is a great home and everything here is even better than most homes, because the people who were in it before us were awesome, HAPPY people who loved one another and built this house as a lifelong dream, etc. (They only left because they're elderly and want to be with family elsewhere.)

My prediction: It may take 4 or 5 years, but I bet this place becomes haunted or effected, simply because I'm living in it! I could be wrong, but I think starting with a very blank, if positive, slate is a great test for my hypothesis!

So there is my official statement. I live in a home that looks like it could be creepy, but it is not at all weird spiritually or magickally.

Once we're settled in here, my time opens up and I'll be resuming my memoirs of past paranormal experiences. My apologies for things being so crazy in the last 3 years. It appears chaos will soon be a thing of my past. We're settling in and creating a cozy nest and I'm very happy and life is really good right now and looks to be so for at least a while.

See everyone soon!

Mar. 30th, 2018

mib

LOUD Intruder This Morning

BLAM!

I awoke with a start. It was just after 5am (I checked my clock) and it sounded like Cat was going into the garage from the daylight basement downstairs and allowing the weighted door to slam shut! I was annoyed. She's usually more careful not to wake me when she's up early (as she is often up by 4:30am and I sleep in 'til 8am) so I was a little worried.

Oddly, I was also thinking about aliens suddenly, even though I had woken from a very prosaic dream. I was just suddenly thinking about past contact with aliens, not connecting anything going on with them at all, even remotely. But... it was odd given what happened next.

I heard the rooster start freaking out. Because we live in the 'burbs, the rooster is taken into the garage every evening and then allowed out into the yard and coop during the day. He will often crow at 5am anyway, but having Cat go into the garage and turn on the light makes him crow a little more often, because-- people up! Day starting! More light and activity! Good morning!

But this was different. Her rooster was crowing non-stop in a frantic way that was unlike him. Roosters know their "tribe"-- a good rooster doesn't make too much of a fuss when the humans and animals familiar to him are around. But when strange people or pets or bigger animals come around, they crow louder and many times in succession.

So-- the rooster was acting like Cat was a stranger. That was weird. But as the downstairs door to the garage slammed shut again, I sat up. The rooster was completely losing his shit! Not even like a "Stranger Danger" call-- more like he was scared out of his tiny avian mind!

There was stomping I could hear going on and off, like you could hear it on the linoleum but not the carpeted areas so much. I was thinking that Cat was angry. There was a tone to the sounds. I started wondering if I should check things out. Maybe something went wrong when she started work from home or something? The rooster quieted a little.

More stomping in the downstairs laundry area and then the door opened and BLAM!-- slammed shut again! This was so stark that all 3 times that door slammed shut, it pretty much shook the house!

Cue the freaking out rooster-- like whoever it was who had just been stomping around downstairs had once more entered the basement.

But then, it all went quiet. The rooster stopped crowing completely for almost 20 minutes.

I felt bad for Cat, who I assumed was in the garage? I got out of bed. I was going to have to talk to her about not making that kind of noise so early. She's been so stressed out, I'd have to be direct, but kind, about it. But I needed my freaking sleep! Like-- BADLY.

I didn't hear her come back in or come up the stairs, but I didn't think much of it, only that I felt pretty banged up and in pain myself. The noise and fuss and angry tone of the careless noise-making disturbed me too much to go back to sleep. I was up for the day.

A half hour later, Cat sleepily came into my den room. Her mouth guard was still in, and her little nightcap was on. She had JUST awakened and came to check on me because I was up so early. She was blinking sleepily.

Now I was confused.

I asked her if she was okay--? Why was she stomping around downstairs earlier?

Now Cat was confused. She had not yet been downstairs...!

We looked at each other and then hurried downstairs. All the doors were locked from the inside. Nothing was missing. The rooster crowed again at the activity, and he actually sounded a little hoarse! (Which takes a lot for a rooster...)

Of course, I started thinking about it. The person ended up in the garage, but then-- never came out of it. There is no door except the big garage door that opens for cars to leave the garage by in this house. The person making all the noice just... vanished?

Which is not that weird in my experience. "Visitors" will do that!

Cat really is more considerate than that, normally, and it obviously wasn't her. I realized that, in addition, whoever it was sounded like a large man wearing boots or something. Cat wears those soft-soled shoes with the individual toes. You can't STOMP in those! Let alone in her 5-toed slippers she wears around the house! It could not have been her. It doesn't appear to be a normal human intruder, so I tend to conclude it was one of the Others.

I am a little surprised at the apparently DELIBERATE noise making, though! It is as if they were trying to wake me up. But why? My cat was snuggled next to me and I had been dreaming, so I don't think I was returned from an abduction. It seems like it was a visit to check things out? I can only speculate, but could they see that a bunch of stuff is missing from being packed? Do they know I'll be moving again? Why should they care? They can follow me anywhere... although I'll be close to several navy bases and ports and research facilities...! But I don't recall telling anyone that or having discussions or anything about such topics. I honestly have had nothing unusual going on since that little stint that occurred when I first left my marital home and came to the Ghost Lake house and recalled talking to some young blond guy.

Regardless-- it appears I was prematurely awakened by something not normal, and the last few years, these things tend to happen to me in the spring season. I guess I need to step up my game...

I wish I knew what the hell was going on. Why does it start? Why does it end? What triggers the little "flaps"? Will this be a one-off oddity, or the beginning of another period of anomalous activity?

Just in time, too. Right as I'm about to move!

Mar. 28th, 2018

creepy

The Making of A Ghost, Part 2 [Updated]

I wrote yesterday about how a new ghost in our time might come about from a local news story here in the Emerald City region. Then-- I heard another that had local ties to Portland (Rose City) and a near-by town in Washington as well.

That story here:

www.washingtonpost.com/news/post-nation/wp/2018/03/29/family-of-boy-in-viral-police-hug-photo-dies-after-suv-plunges-off-cliff-hes-still-missing/

When I first posted this, I made some assumptions that I wasn't sure about. I was right about most of them. It was a lesbian white couple who adopted 5 black kids and 1 asian boy. No biological kids, however. Turned out that not only did they NOT brake, but they parked the car and then SPED towards the edge and off! Very obviously purposeful.

Long story short-- it appears that they pulled a Thelma & Louise with their adopted kids in the car.

UPDATED ARTICLE HERE also discussing racist bias towards white mothers and against non-white children:
slate.com/human-interest/2018/04/devonte-hart-and-siblings-death-shows-racial-disparity-in-child-abuse-investigations.html

Here we have anguish, shame, and revenge pulled on the kids who they realized "told tales" out of their home school! The kids are innocent, abused and neglected, and then-- murdered.

Multiple ghosts likely? I think so.

It seems like families dying together in such fraught circumstances often produce ghosts. Again, that lonely mile marker by Mendicino, California may be the site of some strange things in the future.

Mar. 21st, 2018

creepy

The Making of A Ghost, Part 1

Recently, I heard about a news story that, as soon as I heard it, I thought, "Well, there's a ghost right there!"

Here's that story: www.kiro7.com/news/local/spanaway-man-shot-killed-by-pierce-county-deputy/717641946

Now, just picture it... A man, confused and having a mental breakdown, almost certainly on drugs, runs around threatening people with a knife, and, when the cops are called, actually tries to crawl into the back of the cruiser! He's desperate, scared, angry, and not well connected to reality. Then-- he's shot! The soul, propelled from such a body in such a state, may have difficulty comprehending the death process. Such a soul may well avoid or even flee a tunnel of light opening up, or light beings or dead relatives coming for him.

And another ghost is made.

I'll remember this address--> 252nd Street East in Spanaway's Elk Plain

It would not surprise me if, every once in a while, people started getting odd experiences of a man being seen in their car, maybe even waving a knife, who appears out of no where and then disappears just as fast. It will sound so... "teen scary story" that few will take the accounts seriously, not remembering the short local blip on the news that would bring clarity to the reports.

In such ways are ghosts created. They are not all old revolutionary or civil war soldiers, not all wearing long dresses or handlebar mustaches. They are around us every day being made out of terrible, violent, tragic stories like this.

Feb. 6th, 2018

alienwindow

The Odd Chimed Tune That Alerted Me

I had a strange thing happen at about 10 minutes to midnight last night...

I was nearly asleep, having rolled over after petting my cat. She was still purring and I could hear her quite clearly. I was blissfully drifting off when...

I distinctly heard my wind chimes outside my window. Not like normal, mixed up pretty cacophony sounds one would expect-- but rather very distinct notes, played one at a time only, in a very distinctive tune! There were several measures, composing a full tune, that even ended distinctly, followed by silence.

I literally came completely awake, rolled over, and sat up after hearing that refrain!

THEN I noticed both my body and my bed were shaking-- not yet violently-- but it was increasing. I did my "earthquake test" and reached up to touch the walls. Not an earthquake.

Confused, but fully alert, I sprang out of bed, defying the vibrations that actually feel quite good in the moment, and walked around the house, looking out windows. I saw nothing out of place, and there was a very slight breeze in the front of the house, but none of the chimes in the back of the house were moving even a little bit.

Reassured, but still nervous, I called one of my abduction buddies, "Valerie," and we talked for a half hour or so until I calmed down. I noticed I still had vibrations in my legs and lower torso (though only when I was in bed! not when I was running around the house!) but they lessened more and more as we talked, until all was still again. Weird!

But not unfamiliar...

See, I have this arrangement with the aliens (or their henchmen) to give me a special signal so I can go meet them rather than be taken out of my bed. I've had this going since my late 20s. They don't always agree to these terms, but they often do, which I ask for in order to decrease paranoia and nervousness in my own bed. I recall leaving to such a sound shortly after I moved to Ghost Lake House to check the back porch and saw (I'm assuming) someone who was clearly not normal. (There was telepathy, so it wasn't a typical intruder or peeping tom.) I let them in. We went to my room. We spoke. I gave him a book and papers at one point. And-- we left and came back. Don't have a lot of memory.

However--! It is much easier to hold onto memory if one walks around in one's own environment for a time rather than going from bed directly into THEIR environment and mental control! The time I was signaled, went to meet them, and was returned-- well, what memory I DO have from that particular wave of abductions was almost exclusively from that one meeting.

So-- I heard the weird chimes in a distinct tune, assumed they were there, and the strong bedquake sort of confirmed something was up. And yet...? It didn't turn out that way. I tend to think these types of events are tests, though. Usually, I get a couple of them before they try something new with me. My best guess is that THIS time I was extremely wide awake when I heard a signal (not always chimes-- it is usually a strange electronic buzzing or chirping. I prefer chime-tunes. Less adrenaline inducing!) The last time I was definitely under their mental influence, in that hazy state... This time, full BETA brain waves, but I still responded "appropriately."

New phase? I could hope! I'm not nearly as scared, and far more curious, than I was in my youth! I would very much like to retain more control and more memory. I keep asking for it, I know. I still very much doubt they'll give in to me, but I can always hope-- and so I do.

As I spoke to Valerie last night, the weird buzzing of my body diminishing steadily, I once again wondered why the heck they'd even still work with me. I just don't get it. I'm getting too old for this, and yet even the elderly in the program are still taken sometimes I've heard. I can't remember enough to guess what the heck I even do with them. I have an idea of what I did in early adulthood, but the last 20 years or so are far more shrouded in mystery...

Only major bitch I have is that I woke up in pain from clenching my jaws and sleeping curled in a very hunched over tense ball. Really fucked up my back and neck again! I know it is from unconscious fear during sleep. It is even possible they took me after all once I was asleep again. I don't believe so, but i couldn't know for sure. Regardless, this is agonizing on top of the pain flares from packing! My pain appointment can't come soon enough!

Jan. 16th, 2018

nymphet

Sharn Has Passed On - The Luminous Fog

One reason I haven't been able to post much--? One of my roomies, Sharn, who had cancer, got very sick and was undergoing treatment (chemo and radiation both). She got an infection a month ago that put her in the hospital emergency room, then ICU. She beat the infection, somehow, and was transferred to Oncology. There, her cancer, which was slowed by the 3 treatments she'd undergone, if not put into remission-- went into overdrive. Cat has been at her mother's side, refusing to leave her hospital room, for just over 3 weeks.

Cat's vigil is over. She's coming home at some point tonight. Her mother, Sharn, died at 11:30 pm. That's when the monitors caught it in the hospital in Seattle, and that's when my laptop (the old one, granted) just shut off abruptly for no reason. It startled me, but I really thought it was another sign of my old laptop botching up (though it has never done THAT before!)

That's also when Sharn's clock stopped-- except it stopped at exactly 11:30 am today, a full 12 hours before Sharn died. I've heard of clocks stopping, but at the exact time EARLIER? It was a mantel clock Sharn always wound faithfully until she was confined to her bedroom. Cat was the last one to wind it before going to join her mother at the hospital over 3 weeks ago. The clock started up again this morning, I noticed, which was weird (it ran out its gears a few days ago) but then stopped again at that time. I thought about it (I've heard about personal wind up clocks and death) but shrugged it off.

A few minutes after my laptop died (and I started it up again without a problem) my phone rang-- and I pretty much knew...

Its the dark moon, for one thing. The day and night of death, traditionally, and well-known lore for doctors and nurses and hospice workers. For another, there was the clock thing.

For yet another, this afternoon I suddenly fell apart in a crying jag that lasted for almost an hour. I could just FEEL something, and I couldn't stop sobbing. I've felt out of it all day, but this afternoon and evening were especially bad.

Cat felt it too. We actually planned a memorial service and green burial over the phone right after that, because we were both feeling weird. She thought her mother would be gone by the weekend, but hoped it might be sooner, because Sharn was starting to feel pain towards the end, and needed some morphine to feel more comfortable, and until the day before had not needed it.

As I was on the phone with Cat talking about her mother just dying, I noticed that the light from the hallway seemed to be getting brighter and brighter. I thought it was an electric thing, so just shrugged mentally at first. Then, I realized there was a feeling of comforting Presence, and the light was coming from a sort of luminous fog or smoke that was sort of spilling into my den's doorway. I figured out what it was and excused myself from the phone call.

I stood up and approached the oddly white stuff, and realized it was more astral that physical, but I still saw it physically. The 3 young cat siblings were basking in it. I began speaking to this presence, convinced it was Sharn, although not alone-- with an escort. Mind you, I could not see figures in the fog-light, it was too dense to make out the outlines of figures, but I could FEEL them. I said my good-byes and actually walked through it to go down the hallway. Sure enough-- the fog followed and so did the kitties. I spoke for a few minutes and thanked Sharn and gave her my love and promised her that Cat and I would be okay and figure things out. I reminded her to check out the "Singing Pyramids" in the afterlife realms that I told her about. Oh-- and she was welcome to join my aunt Ruth to escort me to the other side when it was my time to cross over. As soon as I said good-bye formally, the weird bright light mist dissolved quickly and the cats, utterly nonchalant, scattered as well.

It's funny how comfortable cats are with spirits...

My impression was that Sharn knew, given all my experiences I've related to her, that I would realize what was happening and not be either too confused or scared. (Cat did not experience anything like what I did, and she was her daughter and life-long friend.) As it was, I feel I rose to the challenge and got to address her-- though everything I said was pretty much things I've made sure to say at least a couple of times over the last year. Still, it was obvious she was happy and going to a good place! It was a holy light I saw-- though I would be hard-pressed to explain how I knew beyond common cultural beliefs. Like knowing she was with a spiritual escort... that part I just knew without knowing how I knew.

Point is, I know she's okay. Still existing in a different form, and still cares enough to make sure we know she's okay, because of course I told Cat EVERYTHING. It is very reassuring, even if we'll miss her 'down here' on the material plane.

Also--? It means Cat comes home tonight. She hasn't been home in 3 weeks and it is getting lonely around here!

Jan. 7th, 2018

horrible news

Experiments Prove 4th Spatial Dimension

Found a very interesting online article:
gizmodo.com/two-experiments-show-fourth-spatial-dimension-effect-1821739488

Be sure to watch the cute video game bit at the end, it helps illustrate a few concepts.

Essentially, the article explains how several experiments confirm that a 4th spatial (that is, not time) dimension exists around the 3 dimensions we can observe and interact with now! There are effects from this 4th dimension that "cast shadows" upon our own 3 dimensions-- and some scientists were able to capture that type of effect.

Its rather exciting, isn't it? To know that another level of space actually exists! That it's even provable from our 'lower' dimension!

As someone with paranormal experiences, I think it could very well explain many, if not most, of those... Perhaps 4th dimensional beings could be Earth-bound entities we've been calling faeries and other mythical types for as long as humans have been around. Perhaps 3rd dimensional beings who had learned to utilize the 4th dimension could transverse the cosmos and visit our planet and appear as aliens. Perhaps the truth is a strange and wicked blend of the two notions. Who can say? And what about the "spiritual" dimension that involves ghosts, near-death experiences, death bed visions and provable reincarnation? Could that be the 4th or even a 5th spatial dimension?

I suppose my salient point here is that 3D Newtonian science is so boringly yesterday...  The existence of a higher spatial dimension pretty much guarantees that there is MUCH more going on than we can directly witness, and therefore many more things are possible than we mere mortals can know.

Stick THAT in your pipe and smoke it, materialist skeptics!

Nov. 3rd, 2017

nymphet

At Spiral's End On Hiatus A Few Months

Due to impending move and the terminal illness of one of my roommates, I am not going to be posting regularly-- if at all-- for a few months.

I will, however, return-- and if anything new happens to me in the meantime, or anything in particular captures my attention in the news, I will post.

At the moment, all is quiet paranormal-wise, and I'm relieved, as I don't want to process the weird on top of the normal stress of my life just now.

Oct. 20th, 2017

corbie

Comparisons: My Experiences Vs Skinwalker Ranch Reports

I have a friend, I'll call him 'V', who is VERY intelligent (he's a professional mathematician-- don't ask me what that means!) who was a member of my pagan Circle for a couple of years when he was collage age. This guy has a very interesting background: father belonged to an exclusive ritualistic magick group, but he himself has mostly friends and colleagues who are scientists and heady academics, and nearly all of them are die-hard dogmatic so-called "rationalist skeptics." What that means is that he's had exposure to 'freaky' (if only in theory) but pursued a career that surrounded him with those who laugh and snerk at anything remotely interesting like the paranormal.

He goes back and forth. He'll look for hauntings or UFOs, then declare the material, mechanistic universe is all there is-- but a couple of years later get bored and depressed and dive into magickal studies or New Age enlightenment practices. Somehow, neither side seems to deliver. He's lately back on an esoteric kick and asked me to help him understand what it is he's looking for and how to up his chances for real paranormal experiences.

HAH!!

We've had our differences, but we've known each other over 15 years and the guy is one of the most fun people for me to talk to I've ever met. I don't have his education (especially in math-- GAH!) but I DO have loads of direct experiences on top of decades of research into the paranormal. AND-- unlike most experiencers of such, I keep journals and take meticulous notes! We met at a pagan festival where I was giving a workshop on the 4 Quarters, and I got his attention because I got it CORRECT. (West/Air/Sunset/Autumn & East/Water/Dawn/Spring- most paths mix those 2 up, which comes from a legacy left by ritual magicians to deliberately keep noobs from having too much knowledge before gaining wisdom... now everyone publishes and teaches the incorrect classification. However, simple LOGIC makes it fucking obvious! But that's a rant for another time and blog.)

ANYWAY--!

He is reading books I recommend and we're discussing them via chat once every other month or so-- because trying to help him get some of what I understand would take too long otherwise. Our first book was Mothman Prophesies by John Keel, and then the one we're on now is Hunt for the Skinwalker by Kelleher & Knapp. Both discuss how supernatural events tend to come in groups together: UFO sightings and Sasquatch and weird creatures and poltergeists... the list goes on. Keel was one of the first who noticed the overlap and didn't pick one and exclude the others like most researchers do, he investigated everything together as a whole. He wondered if there was an Other Dimension that over-lapped our own during such periods. Later, billionaire Robert Bigelow funded similar research through NIDS or National Institute for Discovery Science. They bought a ranch in a Hot Spot where crazy strange things happened and documented their findings.

Due to our upcoming chats on the Skinwalker Ranch, I decided to look up what all is available more recently on the internet and found some interesting stuff...

One of the things I found intriguing was how many of the anomalies reported there are things I've come across myself during flaps of abductions, which, as I've noted, seem to cause tears in reality, allowing funky things to slip through for short periods of time.

Please pull up a tab on your browser that includes this site:
www.skinwalkerranch.org/classificationsystem.html

1. The Spotlight X-- nothing similar to my own experiences.

2. Flash Drones ?-- I've seen flying Orbs that seem somewhat similar, but they fly while lit and don't quite seem as mechanical. In my experiences, the orbs are only semi-physical and fuzzy-looking and range in color and size, typically whitish being an inch in diameter, yellow being tennis-ball sized, blue being grapefruit sized, orange being beach-ball sized, and red about 3 feet across. I've seen a few exceptions to this, but these are the typical ones. My cats have chased them through the house, they fly by so quickly there is never a chance to grab a camera. (At least not yet!)

3. Invisible Chopper !!--Actually, I have had encounters with this-- several times as a teenager in Oregon and a couple times when living out in the rural area of southern Ohio.

4. Mini Stealth X-- No comparisons.

5. Giant Bullet Proof "Wolves" !!-- I've had some freaky encounters with DOGS, but not wolves. I've had Rotweilers chase me across an entire small town while I rode in a car, for example. I've also had multiple weird random encounters with giant black rabbits-- which DO exist as a domestic breed. But I see them while hiking in the woods or on the side of the road or in cemeteries. Maybe nothing, who knows? But I've had a few strange animal sightings or interactions that were completely eerie.

6. The Controllers ?-- I've overheard and interacted with weird voices heard over normal broadcast TVs and radios, but they sometimes speak English and once (at age 14) spoke about me and then addressed me directly. Don't recall hearing outside above my head-- but at Windy Firs, my ex husband and a friend heard something similar above their heads outside sounding like a walkie-talkie, but in a strange language.

7. The Dark Native !!-- Obviously not the same guy, but ONCE while hiking in forest in Hocking Hills a Shawnee native wrapped in a deep blue blanket manifested very clearly (and looked me in the eye) about 30 feet away and then faded out. I wrote about that encounter, and it seemed connected to my studies with Nahili, who was a medicine woman of the Shawnee. She and I would experience paranormal flaps around the same time (we lived 5 minutes from each other) and even on the same days.

More on that here: spirals-end.livejournal.com/20532.html

8. Disembodied Girl Voice !!--I've been hearing ghost voices off and on for MANY years. Any property with a spirit gets seen and/or heard. The last two places I've lived have no ghosts, ironically not even at the Ghost Lake house!

9. "Firefly Sprites"/Earth Lights X-- no equivalents in my experience. Sounds like a version of Will O'the Wisp, but unlike the Orbs, which fly around intelligently, these just manifest out of the ground, float up, and disappear about 8 feet up.

10. Water Babies ?-- The summers of 1988 and '89 when I was working as a Girl Scout Camp counselor at a sleep-away camp in the Columbia River Gorge, I had several weird experiences with something that sounded EXACTLY like a human baby crying. It made the hair on back of my neck stand up and I felt crazy high levels of fear from hearing it, though! It only happened when I was alone in an area, and the one time I investigated, it led me to a water tower on the grounds of the camp. It was on the ground level (you didn't have to climb scaffolding to get to the tower-- it was already on a high hill). I went towards the tower, and it sounded like the baby was behind it, so I went around-- and the sound MOVED to stay just out of sight! Then it quit and I was confused-- but then I heard the crying coming from above me like the baby was on TOP of the tower! At that point, I knew it was no baby and ran for my life! After that, when I heard it, it was always coming towards me from the direction of the water tower-- and the thing is, no baby that young sounding could... move that fast! So I was understandably freaked out. I never before equated that baby crying sound with WATER. A water tower no less! Weird...

11. Cthulhu Slug or Snake  ?--  Had a couple of encounters with fuzzy-buzzing black long 'socks-filled-with-air' looking fast snake things that manifested, felt like moving static electricity and fizzed out of existence again. Both times right after being transported by aliens, so I assume there is a connection with that.

12. Glow Birds X-- no comparisons.

13. Orange Football X-- I've seen several UFOs but not any that are close to this type with red plasma flames, etc.

14. Sentient Mist !!!--  I call it Black Smoke Critter. I've seen this in Ohio 1992-'93 flap, and then again in Oregon apartment in '98-'99 flap (reports upcoming!) It appeared and then floated along the floor in a cat-sized sort of bunch of black cotton-looking 'stuff.' Around the same time, we started to see look-alike cat phantoms that mimicked our pets, but looked fuzzy around the edges and had no legs. I find this to be really intriguing. I NEVER heard of a single report of black smoke monsters (not counting the fictional show 'Lost' anyways!) like my own until coming across things associated with Skinwalker Ranch. Wow!

15. The Portals X-- I WISH I had seen such a thing! It sounds fascinating!

When you put it all together, it really makes me curious. There is something to this dimensions crossing thing, I'm sure of it. My own guess is that at the Skinwalker Ranch, there is a crossroads of sorts there. In my own case, as I've moved multiple times in my life, the alien abduction syndrome has followed me. I think the aliens use technology that warps reality and there are side effects from this. But, regardless, it is well worth continuing to study!

Oct. 13th, 2017

ravensky

Other Abductees In Oregon (1993-'95)

Gerick and I moved across the country, traveling by car from Ohio to Oregon, pulling a small trailer with all our possessions behind us. We were leaving our abduction support system behind in the East, so Budd Hopkins gave us information to join an Intruders Foundation support group in the Portland area.

To begin with, we were delighted, and participated eagerly with the group that was already established there. However, as time passed, things became more and more political and dramatic between us and the woman who ran the support group. I am not going to re-hash all that melodrama, however. Suffice it to say that PTSD can make any awkward situation potentially explosive. In addition, I was still very young and responded unwisely a couple of times. Gerick handled some things better than I did, and some things worse. We didn't realize until it was too late that there was even an issue. We were with the group for a little over 2 years.

What I want to share instead is what I noticed about the dozen or so regulars who attended the support group meetings (and later, dinners) and how our sharing our memories and personal issues allowed me to learn more about abductees as a group. We had regular contact for several years with those abductees and some stayed friends with us for over a decade, while others faded out over time. I learned a lot from that brave band of people.

Before studies were widely published on commonalities between abductees, I learned many of them first-hand. Many of us shared issues that were quite disturbing:

~ All of us had terrible problems sleeping as children, due to 'nightmares' and fears of something. Most of us slept in, under, or next to our parents' beds well beyond when such behavior is considered normal-- not stopping until somewhere between 15 and 17 years old!  We were all embarrassed by our own behavior then, but the fear at night was so strong that sometimes we simply couldn't bear to be in a room alone. Many of us who had the opportunity to have a room of our own soon discovered that sharing with a sibling was better than being alone at night as well, and moved back in with a sibling after trying a few weeks of having a room to ourselves. (Sometimes siblings were included in abductions and sometimes not.) This was true for boys as well as girls, although the boys were shamed for their night time fears much more.

~ Anxiety and fear were constants for everyone in the group. There wasn't a single abductee who didn't deal with horrendous issues that today are labeled as Complex Developmental PTSD. For most, before 'catching' an actual alien around while totally awake and remembering it, the source of anxiety was a stubborn mystery. We all had these strange incidents and nightmares and missing time-- and we all had trouble identifying what the problem was in our past. Everyone had wondered if they were being harassed by hostile spirits or demons or some secret human agency of some kind. Some even wondered if they were victims of ritual abuse! And of course we ALL wondered if we were completely crazy with childhood onset schizophrenia. Except-- there was no evidence for any of that (even weird encounters with actual ghosts or entities seemed to demonstrate THAT wasn't it!)

The anxiety was not, however, reduced upon discovering the actual problem, as each one of us had to face that we were dealing with something for which there was NO help. No medicine or treatment. No human authorities who could intervene and stop the abductions. In addition, we all knew that our discoveries would be doubted and ridiculed by many, and so we became very emotionally isolated. We all had to keep what we found a secret-- because we found that people we counted on for support rejected us for telling the truth. For many, a researcher or two and the fellow abductees in the support group were the only ones who knew.

~ Abductees were NOT able to keep this secret from long-term live-in lovers or spouses, because inevitably-- these people witnessed very odd things, including aliens or landed UFOs-- and they either ran away and left the abductee or became involved. About half of the abductees in our group were paired with another abductee, and several spouses who were not lifelong abductees soon became abductees as well, as the aliens took advantage of the situation. ALL the children of abductees became abductees themselves without exception, although it seems families with multiple children would have alien 'favorites' who were taken more often.

~ Considering this dynamic, entire families were often in an ongoing state of secrecy and siege. They and their children were being taken by aliens semi-regularly, dealing with 'side effect' issues (extra psychic sensitivity, poltergeists, strange harassment, etc.) AND trying to act normal and avoid rejection by relatives, neighbors, co-workers, and friends. It was a difficult life to negotiate, we all agreed! Parents who were abductees were especially anguished over how to protect their children, and when to admit that aliens were involved, and how to get the kids to NOT talk about all the weirdness they experienced to their peers who would reject them for it. Often, the kids knew more of what the aliens were doing than the parents and sometimes it was the kids who discovered abductions were happening to begin with!

~ Nearly every abductee had reproductive or genital issues-- as in, something being not normal. Some men had strange holes in the skin of their penis-- like healed over piercings-- that would spiral in tubes going ALL the way around as if to accommodate a mechanical semen collection device. Every woman had tiny, short scars on her lower belly or inside her navel from multiple egg collections. Some women had weird scars on the inside of their labia or around  the clitoris. Issues with twisted fallopian tubes, ovarian cysts, and uterine scarring were common as well. Many women ended up getting hysterectomies by middle age, although it seemed as though damage to reproductive organs were more of an issue for the older abductees than the younger ones by the mid-1990s.

~ Every single abductee (but one) had staggeringly powerful phobias of dentists and doctors, and especially gynecological procedures! Not a one of us made appointments easily and had to be pushed to get even routine medical and dental care. Most of us didn't develop these fears until sexual maturity hit in our teens. Gerick seemed to be the only real exception to this in the room, and many were amazed his own alien experiences hadn't dominated him in this way. We all commiserated about this issue, which led to some dangerous self-neglect in some cases. Most of us needed to have a buddy to go into medical and dental offices with us. We were all embarrassed at being unable to overcome our fears, and had further fears of melting down sobbing or freaking out and getting violent in public in such situations-- usually because we already had!

~ All of us were very ecologically minded. Loving nature and often tree huggers or vegetarians. Gerick and I thought it was interesting that even those who came from Christian or materialist backgrounds were at least semi-pagan in the way they lived philosophically. Everyone was deeply concerned about the biosphere of the Earth and felt that humanity had put nature under siege. Many felt that humanity was like a cancer on the planet and mourned more for the loss of non-human life than for human tragedies on the news.

~ Everyone had at least partial memories of attending 'classes' or watching presentations put on by the aliens addressing the inevitable future we were facing due to human foolishness. We all knew that the climate was going to go nuts within ten to twenty years (though timelines were vague, definitely in the lifespan of even the middle-aged abductees.) In addition, many felt that other massive Earth changes could happen at any time and at a higher rate than normal, like earthquakes and volcanoes. Most studied weather and geology as amateurs quite raptly, and some had taken classes in college for these subjects as well. It was mixed as to who was really obsessed with what, but when it came to the natural cycles of the Earth, and what could go wrong, most had at least a side-obsession with these types of topics, even if such interests didn't fit our personality otherwise.

~ Many recalled being told of coming cataclysms and had vivid dreams or memories of being shown disaster after disaster. Natural disasters dominated, but wars were shown as well, including nuclear wars. No one was sure if they were predictions, warnings, or tests of our reactions by the aliens, and there was quite a bit of controversy as to the meaning of it all by abductees. We felt these communications with the aliens were very important, but no one was sure what to do with the information.

~ We were a mixed group in some ways. Portland is very white, so everyone was white, but it seemed people came from all socio-economic classes, all different education levels and careers, and all different personal tastes. Few stood out visually, looks-wise, in any way. Some of the younger abductees in their twenties or the children of abductees were extra fine-boned and slender, with intense gazes-- but not always. Some had Celtic bloodlines, many didn't. Some had Native American bloodlines, many didn't. There was no "perfect abductee" despite several researchers insisting otherwise in the media at the time. At larger gatherings where several support groups came together, that was brought home even more-- all different races, classes, and lifestyles. The stereotype of the dumb redneck with missing teeth was a total fabrication of the media who desperately wanted to think there was nothing to our experiences.

~ Yet physically there were some more subtle nearly universal commonalities. Most had lower than normal body temperatures, from 94 to 96 degrees F as opposed to the more normal 98 or 99 degrees. Most had really high salt diets, yet struggled with abnormally low blood pressure until middle age. Digestive problems were very common, with celiac's disease, crohn's, irritable bowel syndrome and ulcers far more common than normal. Many in the group suffered from strange immune system defects of various kinds, and about a third or more seemed to have Fibromyalgia and/or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Several families had issues with rare nerve diseases. There were slightly more bloodtype ABs than normal, and quite a few more negative Rh-- which was just beginning to be looked at by the early 90s.

~ Nearly all abductees had substantially higher I.Q.s than normal. The range for those who had been tested by experts (this was before online tests) was from the 120s to 140s for most, with a few in the 150s and lower 160s range. One woman claimed she had been tested at 181! Some who didn't know their I.Q. took a long version published from a book together, which was scored by a researcher, and this pattern held. Everyone was smart, no exceptions-- at least not in the support groups. Statistically, this was completely abnormal. The local Portland researcher, who had a house full of books and attended some meetings to compile data and ask questions, reported to us that the chances of finding a diverse group of people from all walks of life to have an average I.Q. of 135 (after you took all scores into consideration) given that middle class white people have a median range of 110 (due to privilege)-- was unbelievably high. Also, it seemed obvious that successive generations of abductees were smarter than previous ones. Children were almost always more clever than their parents. When those in the group went back to find the "first alien-contact generation" however, looking at parents, grandparents and great grandparents, it seemed the very first generation was statistically average across the board. In general, the longer a family had been 'followed' for generations by aliens, the worse the health problems got and the higher the intelligence quotient. (I've noticed the bad health trend seems to be getting better over the last 20 years-- but more data is needed on that, as my contact with younger abductees is limited.)

~ Finally, most abductees were at least slightly 'psychic' and often had periods of time where their sensitivities and talents in this direction were enhanced (during intensive abduction flaps in particular.) These 'extraordinary' talents came in all flavors and often overlapped. Some had precognitive dreams, some could sense the history of objects by touching them, some could read minds a tiny bit, some could see auras or hear spirits, some could heal a little by touch. There was a lot of exploration and curiosity about this aspect of our lives, and it could be both exciting and frightening to deal with and share. It, along with the intelligence issue, smacked a little uncomfortably with ego fulfillment wish fantasies, and none of us wanted to go there, appearing to be delusional and needing to be 'special'. Yet so much of the abduction experience sucked that it was a relief to find something not so horrible-- although some abilities like dreaming of people dying before they do isn't really a talent most would want if they had a choice!

There was a lot of lively discussion, including wild speculation and devil's advocating for the idea we were all off our rocker! There was inside joke laughter and choking tears. But relating to all the similarities with strangers who had so many of the exact same problems was immensely helpful. We traded tips and tricks for how to handle certain situations and were "abduction buddies" for each other-- which meant being available to be called at 2 am if someone was having aliens invading and they needed a safe place to freak out and maybe get some help (since aliens tended to put people around the abductee safely 'out'.) It meant that when evidence was left, you could show it to someone and be taken seriously. It was a resource to compare notes with and during high activity periods it kept one sane.

Which is why, when the leader of the meetings began creating issues and turning people against one another, it was so devastating. Gerick and I stayed friends 'on the down-low' with those members who didn't want to get into a confrontation with the woman we were having a dispute with, but we were hurt that by staying out of it, they were at least appearing to side with her. Silence benefits the bully, as they say. Later, a few expressed their regret for not being more confrontational themselves. Gerick and I were the only ones who stuck to our guns (regarding eating meat, of all things) and later, when more drama happened after we left, it became more obvious who was instigating the drama. Like I said, I wasn't the wisest person at that age. I tended to speak my mind freely when discretion would be more prudent. By the end, I was tired enough of the relentless pressure on everyone in the group to conform to one person's dietary restrictions that I made some insensitive statements at a bad time-- and everything blew up in my face!

Sadly, it seems that our experiences of a support group of this kind were not entirely unique. By reports from abductees across the country I've learned that more often than we'd like, a "true believer" in one thing or another may step in and disrupt an entire dynamic, trying to convince everyone to agree with them that they are this or that or that the aliens are this or that and they simply won't tolerate disagreement. A good moderator who has a cool temperament and knows how to handle fragile and overwrought people with deep shame issues is crucial, and not many abduction support groups had the luxury of that sort of leadership.

Still, for the most part, I don't regret most of the people I met or anything that I learned. It gave me perspective that was greatly needed and allowed me to meet some very compassionate, intelligent and interesting people and I'll always be grateful for that!

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