Showing posts with label paranormal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paranormal. Show all posts

Friday, December 25, 2009

Ice Circles: More About them. Lappe, ON, Canada
















The next day we returned to take a second look. There was a sense of - deep shock - and AWE - almost a sacredness: to the sight of these beautiful manifestations. And as I have thought about them, . .. it seems that this may very well be "concrete" (or "ICE") evidence: of a visitation of some form.
The foam on the river looks like the foam which forms when one boils potatoes from the garden; with peels ( and small amounts of soil) still on them. The disks were also made of frozen bubbles: in varying sizes; mixed with tiny white Ice Hail pellets, and whatever dirt,sap etc. was in the foam on the river. The consistency of the ice was similar to styrofoam. I did not lift
the disc completely out of the water: I did not want to break it.
When I returned the disc to the river, it did not move in the eddy in the same way as it had previous to being pulled from the river. I was a little sad about that: almost like I had "killed it": disturbed the dance. Also: surprisingly enough: there were only 2 of the large circles there this second day: and there had been NO melting overnight: just a small amount of snow fall, and a little bit of wind. I am thinking the other 6 large circles ( and the 1 that had been downstream the day before) had floated out of view down the river?

Thursday, April 16, 2009

"For Cyn: A White Feather"

April 15, 2009; 7:30-ish/EST/A.M.          "For 'Cyn' : A White Feather"


Having recently read Cynthia's book "John": thoroughly enjoyed it- and dealing with the
inevitable 'aftermath'- the floods of emotions and thoughts-

Running the risk - but knowing not how else to get in contact from here:
Canada- north woods-{{{ "oblivion" per sey-}}}  
we had ended the book at about 2:00 in the morning (est)- and gone to sleep- then woke up
with the weight of dreams: more-than-half-not-remembered-- and struggling with
who to talk to-
why even to bother to try to talk at all-
what to say
how to say it


 and just re-read Cynthia's account of John's reaction to hearing of Stuart's death-
hysterical laughter - then tears-    same as when he heard of his uncle George's death-
-same as at his mother's funeral- "his way of Coping with the shock."


John- "I wonder why anyone at this day- would care-"  (ie. he means- care about him- and
                    whatever he felt- or feels now - about anything-)

and, I had been seriously contemplating attempting one more time to contact Yoko Ono
-seriously- about certain phenomena and a story/// book that was written in 1985-
have wrassled and wrangled and endured and- well---// let's just say that:
 life has sort of been like an ongoing fever- ever since- 
and then, as I was in the process of composing such said letter in my
mind I came across Cynthia's book- and read it.

I have often wondered whether it would be better to try to contact her, - - yeah- - so. . .

"I wonder why anyone at this day would care- about me - or what I think or feel about
any given topic.     but my mind is tempered now-  with the thoughts of time- the 
superfiicallity of it - of "Being" - as just - "Being" .. not in time- - in and Out of time- like-
all through- as - - part of "All That Is" - on that level - it makes sense - has some "matter"
to it - like - it is significant just for Love- to Be.  as opposed to hate- or - indifference.

As to "Why Bother: to speak, or try to answer- , or try to publish- whatever- "- one has to
do what one has to do-   we are.  we exist.  we feel.  we can choose- to do or to not
do-  but 'Being' is still there- and - whatever is 'happening' - is  'happening'
and whatever "will happen" has yet to pass- and seems to be affected - one way or 
another- by what we choose- to do - or not do- and this time?

I want to choose love.  - I want to connect with the people I love- and let them KNOW- 
that I love them- and that I am - sorry- and I wish- - that if there was a way I could- thank
them for all their love they gave to me - and somehow right - the wrongs I did to them - then
that is what I wish - Want- to do.  Now.  In and out of time- as an eternal thing- as something 
REAL."



Saturday, April 11, 2009

hello

hello from Canada.
This message comes to you from a woman-in-the-bush-of-Canada.
Northern Ontario to be more exact.
I am just getting started.

Have you ever wondered about paranormal, extra-terrestrials, quantum theories, past lives, Atlantis...
I have. Recently I came across a book by the name of 'Atlantis Rising'. and - wow. It blew me away. {{{Patricia Cori: no2 of Sirian Revelations Series}}}{see www.sirianrevelations.net}
I am waiting for the other related books to come through the mail so I can read them.

Wonder has been a constant companion for me: youth to married life to children (X12!!- ? un-hunh!!)- to Unmarried life: single-mother-of-the-eight(8)-youngest ones- - {=10 years in near 3rd world conditions} - - to now.

I spent most of my years unplugged, and either OFF or barely dangling on- the fringe of 'the grid'.
this means that I cannot tell you the names of the actors on most sitcoms, movies etc. and I have not watched Oprah, or Dr. Phil (but have spent enough time in emergency hospital lobbies to be aware that they exist- yes, you know how I mean..)

I recognize a few of the more recent- or should I say, less archaic- actors. . .

{{{I saw Dustin Hoffman jogging to the Women's Gate in NYC in spring of 1986)}}}

but mostly I watch the sky, the trees growing, and whatever dial-up at snailmailpace can bring-

and when I get the chance, I visit crop circle, and john lennon sites on the interweb. :-->)