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X-Files, Owls, Faeries and Soft Disclosure

A friend wished me Happy Leprechaun Day, and I said, “I like that. I might swipe it for a St. Patty’s Day post, if you don’t mind.”

She said, “Of course not, the little guys would love it!”

So … Happy Leprechaun Day!

I searched my blog for “Leprechaun” because I know I shared about a real life Leprechaun experience I had involving a pair of boots. I keep dreaming of shoes and boots, so I know that post will appear sometime. Apparently, THIS post wants to go up again.

For all those people who ask me about resources regarding Faeries, ETs, and UFOs, here you go … recommended resources as of February 2016.

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Today’s post began one way, and then turned into a compilation of resources:

Here’s an interesting and thoughtful piece from Rebecca Hardcastle Wright called, “What’s Beneath ET Disclosure: Were We Lab Rats?” — definitely worth a read now that the new X-Files, Hillary, Podesta, all manner of experiencers and the New Age cavalry seem to be pushing a soft disclosure of ET presence. As an ironic rule, I don’t make firm conclusions, really not in any area, but especially not this one. Rebecca asks herself some difficult questions, yet her conclusion reminds me of something I notice in so many other areas these days — no matter what the original intent and real or imagined existence of would-be overlords, people continue to free themselves from the maze.

In addition to Rebecca’s article, I highly recommend Mike Clelland’s new book, “The Messengers: Owls, Synchronicity and the UFO Abductee,” which I’ve reviewed

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At the Threshold of Jupiter Conjunct Saturn

I keep having dreams of doors, latches that cannot and should not be locked, and thresholds. I also keep having bizarre experiences at the threshold of my office. These feel orchestrated, “impossible,” and then, upon further investigation link to a spiderweb of dreams going back decades.

I shared some of these threshold experiences in other posts:

Aftermath, New Moon in Taurus: Starting Over from Zero

The Hermit is Active!

The Lion Dream

Last night as I crossed the threshold of my office, my left knee bent and my leg involuntarily lifted itself up high, then smashed my heel right on the raised wooden threshold. It hurt, but not too bad — more like a dramatic way of getting my attention. This linked to the experience I described on October 25, 2020, where — after a potent dream — the glass of water I was holding as I approached this same threshold spontaneously sprinkled water over the wooden threshold, like a sacred offering.

Because of the connection between the experiences, I looked up my reblog of Aftermath, New Moon in Taurus: Starting Over from Zero … only to discover another web of dream, astrology and “real” life synchronicities. It’s like a fractal of synchronicities. Because of so many recent dreams about doors and thresholds, I’ve been asking, “Which threshold?”

This article from AstroButterfly came through as I sat down at my desk. It confirmed a persistent sense I’ve had about the upcoming Jupiter Saturn Conjunction at 0° Aquarius on Winter Solstice. (11:11 a.m. right this moment as I type!)

In addition to powerful collective implications, this Great Conjunction occurs within 1° of my natal Aquarius Moon, so I’ve been tracking it for awhile. I also had potent initiatory experiences last Winter Solstice Eve, and David and I got married on Winter Solstice 2016. Is this the threshold my dreams say I’m approaching? Time will tell.

Certainly we, as a collective, are in a doorway of some sort. Where does it lead? Despite all the chaos and uncertainty of our times, my dreams continue to show me a beautiful future. Yes, it involves a death and rebirth in order to get there, but from what I’ve seen, it’s worth the Plutonian journey. I encourage everyone to check out the post Jupiter Conjunct Saturn — A New Order, as it gives an easy to understand overview of the coming energies.

I’ll leave you with two recent photos of the threshold to my office, both recent activations. The first I shared in the Hermit is Active post:

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After a powerful, spiritual and expansive vision, I came home to find light hitting the portal so that the lantern lit up the image, as though real. The second photo is from a couple days later, same threshold but with the door open.

I later noticed that I emailed it to myself at 5:55 p.m. As I shared in my repeating numbers post:

Repeating 5’s indicate big changes on the way. Even good changes can feel stressful, so prepare yourself for shifts. When you see 555’s, get focused on what you do want instead of repeating all the things you don’t want. If you feel frustrated at the slowness of changes, know that they are coming. If you’ve wanted out of something, put whatever things in place you’ll need for when that something falls away. Affirmation: (The Serenity Prayer) “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”

11:22 now as I type. On the outside of this same threshold is The Messenger owl from Orgonia — a Winter Solstice 2017 gift from my friend/Soul Bro Mitch:

The Messengers plaque by Orgonia

This plaque, in turn, was inspired by a series of synchronicities that Bo shares in the product description:

“Synchronicity is an ever present reality for those who have eyes to see.”
Carl Jung

This much larger owl plaque was inspired by an uncanny spate of “owl synchronicities” that happened to me this last (2015) Thanksgiving. As the synchronicities began to pile up over the space of a week I began to reconstruct where the whole affair had probably begun.
A synopsis – my family was on a jaunt to Houston, TX (where much of my extended family lives,) and one of our excursions took us to the Menil Museum which houses an extensive collection of African masks and ritual objects. Particularly arresting were the owl effigies and in particular this one at which I lingered for some time:

The next day we were treated to a private showing of a wonderful little documentary (Rara Avis) about John Audubon in which his owl prints figured prominently.

Then upon returning home on Monday Orgonia started getting orders for owl plaques one after another – four in a row – one order being for 5 plaques – with the final tally being 8 owl plaques ordered consecutively. The first owl plaque had been ordered by someone who lived a few miles from the Austin, TX airport from which we had flown home. The last order in the “run” came in from Australia.

As this pattern was unfolding I emailed my friend Laura Bruno, whose “alternative” blog is one of my favorites, to get her reaction and feedback. Owl synchronicities are a much rumored if still obscure phenomenon, but I figured if anyone had some interesting chatter about this it would be Laura. The very next day she sent me an exclamatory email linking to that mornings’s debut on Amazon of a 400 page collection of owl synchronicity stories which book I highly recommend (“E. Long” is my Amazon reviewer name.)

Make of this what you will it certainly grabbed my attention and set me on the road to coming up with a bigger owl statement in my orgonite plaque line up. This Great Horned Owl has the gravitas and refinement I was looking for. It’s a big hunk of orgonite energy beaming out through the eyes of potent being.

All of this comes full spiral to ongoing owl synchronicities shared on my blog, as well as me sharing my experiences in Mike Clelland’s book, Stories from the Messengers and in an interview on The Unseen Podcast. Here’s my review of The Messengers, mentioned in Bo’s product writeup.

What does it all mean? I don’t know, but these synchronicities, owls, doors and threshold activations seem very precise and ongoing. If you enjoy rabbit holes, I recommend all the links in this post. If you only read one, though, do check out AstroButterfly’s post about Jupiter Conjunct Saturn on Winter Solstice 2020. That’s a collective transit, but as with SO many collective transits this past year plus, it hits my chart in a very personal way. It doesn’t get much more personal than something conjuncting one’s natal Moon.

Blessings, courage, love and magic to all, as we approach the threshold.

Scenes from Sunday and Signs of a New Earth

I haven’t mentioned them in awhile, but my longstanding “life in death” dreams continue, with lots of waking life bleedthrough. I described some of these dreams in the Precognitive Blues series, and also mentioned them in a post called “Ringing in a New Decade and a New Earth,” alluding to my powerful experience in The Womb exhibit at Meijer Sculpture Gardens, which began a spontaneous ritual initiation for me on the Eve of Winter Solstice 2019.

On Sunday, David and I went to Lake Michigan for our fourth time out of the past five weekends — a welcome recharge of walking along the edge of and in the water, as well as sitting on an eroding sand dune of eerily upturned trees. The exposed roots form a kind of Otherworldly forest of open tunnels and hilly sand passages to get there. We like this area, because it’s quiet and somewhat secluded, with shade for fair skinned me. Here was our view to the left this past Sunday:

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On the way there, we stopped at Geoscape Rock Shop in Paw Paw, MI. David had seen a sign for it while out there for work one day. The outside of the shop features huge chunks of unusual landscaping rocks like sodalite, lepidolite, Mookaite (aka Australian jasper), lavender rose quartz, and more standard selections. Inside, they offered a large and varied collection of unusual items, including the Zebra Onyx Crystal Skull, pictured below.
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This jumped out at me because of the zebra and owl dream I described in the post Owls, Dragons and Zebra Elephants: when dreams spill into “real” life. To the right of these skulls, was a statue of two owls, which again echoed the two owls I was drawing at the end of that same dream:

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Owls, Dragons and Zebra Elephants: when dreams spill into “real” life

Yesterday, we took a lovely morning walk along the shores of Lake Michigan in Van Buren State Park, which we had not visited since March 2018:

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It always feels so good to get in or near a large body of water, especially since I continue having disconcerting, yet encouraging dreams. Yesterday was no exception.

What’s weird is that the entire day ended up echoing a series of three dreams I had on 6/26/2020. One of those dreams featured a professor from Africa — a world renowned owl expert — and her daughter living in an apartment with cheerful pink bedspreads and a massive amount of zebras. When David and I saw this mural with the hot pink background, he wanted to take a photo since I kind of looked like I could be on safari anyway:

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Who knew the rare zebra elephant roamed so close to Lake Michigan?

I immediately flashed on my dream with the pink bedspreads and all the dramatic zebras, but I didn’t realize until later in the day how much 6/26/2020 dream bleedthrough the day had already been bringing. Continue reading

Door Number 21: The Hermit Portal

I finished painting this portal on May 14, 2020, right around the time Jupiter went retrograde. I needed to wait for paint and glue to dry, but mostly, I needed better light for photographing it. Michigan rivals the Pacific Northwest sometimes! I love the gloomy days, but they don’t make for good indoor photographs. This “door” has been knocking on my subconscious for months. I thought I’d begin the weekend of March 29th, tapping into the world’s pandemic “hermit” mode; however, when the world goes crazy, I get busy. I’ve had so many sessions that I didn’t even start working on it until the week of May 4th.

As usual with these portals, astrological timing superseded my own plans. May 4, 2020 marked the actual crossquarter day of Beltane, when the Sun crosses 15 degrees Taurus. Beltane is a fire and purification festival, and also one of two key times the trooping faeries change residence — the other being Samhain, on or near Halloween. Even before I knew much about astrology, the doors — literal then, now sometimes canvas with painted doors — either featured astrological signatures or began or finished on key dates like Easter Sunday or Pentecost. This Hermit portal is Door Number 21:

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The bottom isn’t crooked like it looks. I just can’t get it to photograph or crop right on my phone. The bottom and right edges are gray and the darker blue. The lighter blue is the wall behind it in my office. For some reason, whenever I try to photograph doors or canvases, something weird happens with the angles. By now, I’m used to it, but just to clarify, the portal itself ends with the gray rock and dark blue sky. Continue reading

Ringing in a New Decade and a New Earth

I’ve had so many potent dreams — even more so than usual. A recent one, I called “Nurture Tenderness,” involved “six agreements” whose enactment would bring in the New Earth frequencies. The first of those agreements was “Nurture Tenderness.” I decided to share a little more here as we close out 2019 and enter 2020, because Tania mentioned how my dream reminded her of Lee Harris’ 2020 Energy Forecast, recorded 12/12/19, but which she just posted today. He, too, lists six themes, which coincide with so many of my recent dreams. From Lee’s YouTube channel:

Themes discussed in the 2020 Energy Forecast include:

BLINDING CLARITY (Intuition/Truths + Truth-Telling/Mental Re-arrangement)

RISE OF LOVE THROUGH DEATH AWARENESS (The death of people/relationships/animals/nature/systems)

COLLABORATION AND TEAMS (The Upswing of people coming together to collaborate and work with each other)

GROUNDING VIA NATURE (The technology take-off/distraction of attention being leveled through Nature but also Natural Disasters/Loss and local events)

CREATIVITY AT HIGH SPEED (Faster than ever creative endeavors – with less internal resistance and more need/embrace in the outside world)

HEART HEALING (Conflict Energy showing up as a trigger for heart healing/the rise of emotional awareness and the need for more people to lead in the realms of heart healing, mindfulness and emotional intelligence)

His video clocks in at 1 hour 11 minutes, and you can watch it here:

Lee’s list summarizes my past four months of extremely intense and often quickly validated, precognitive dreams. I’ve also experienced what I can only describe as “spontaneous rituals,” where life creates such elaborate synchronicities that they feel like planned rituals, dripping in lush symbolism, with a beginning, middle and end. I am not the same person I was before encountering these journeys, most of which feature over-the-top womb, birth, and death symbolism. Here’s a photo from an exhibit called “The Womb,” by artist Rebecca Louise Law, at Meijer Sculpture Gardens:

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My experience inside this corridor and womb (made of nearly one million dried flowers) was so personal that I don’t feel led to share it here. Entering the floral womb in the center, with a loud heartbeat over just imperceptible music, and all that fragrance triggered an inner rebirth that then continued to spill forth throughout the day, in synchronicities with my exact birth time, first breath and finding a perfectly hidden, (yet intuitively revealed to me and then validated) dead coyote in half-frozen sand sculptures on the edge of Lake Michigan’s waves. Just before sunset. On the Eve of Winter Solstice. I’m still unpacking the entire day’s events. Too personal and interwoven with synchronicity overloads to share more here.

In my same dream that featured the party/class sharing the six agreements to facilitate living on the New Earth, there was another part of the dream that involved sniffing a “really stinky navel.” It was actually my own navel, but the stinky navel brought a big grin and was “OK, because it can give birth.” The really stinky navel had something to do with Cosmic Rebirth. It smelled of deep Earth and ozone — extremely pungent, green moss and fertile soil.

Another dream featured special boxes that could “rejuvenate very old people” if delivered to the correct address, which was “20 Virgo.” Besides a personal meaning to me, I find it fascinating that the Dane Rudhyar Sabian Symbol for 20 Virgo invokes a New World collective journey:

PHASE 170 (VIRGO 20°): A CARAVAN OF CARS HEADED TO THE WEST COAST.

KEYNOTE: The need of cooperative effort in reaching any “New World” of experience.

It is difficult to know, from the original formulation of the clairvoyant’s vision, the type of caravan of cars that was visualized; what seems to be clearly implied is a process in which a group of persons are journeying together — thus linking their consciousnesses and energies (the “car” symbol) — in order to safely reach the goal of destiny. Here there is no longer any sense of competition, but an ordered and structured endeavor.

At this last stage of the five-fold sequence the past is entirely left behind; men cooperate in the great “adventure in consciousness” in a TOTALIZATION OF PURPOSE AND EFFORT.

In order to deliver the rejuvenating boxes to 20 Virgo, “I had to crawl out of this dirt floor passageway with the boxes intact, then down another ladder and try to find the right location where the people were, who needed reviving.” (I’m quoting from today’s dream journal entry.)

“On the way, there was a display with all sorts of stories made out of tiny seeds. People kept asking me if this was the story they heard in their youth, but how would I know that? I just guessed sometimes yes, sometimes no. The colored seeds in transparent vertical boxes were like the book covers.” (Everything was arranged like a library, and each seed contained an entire story, each vertical glass holder appeared as a book with thousands of seeds making up the images of the book covers.) “Time was running a little short, and I needed to get to the 20 Virgo, which was now an address.”

I don’t have exact interpretations of these dreams, but the symbols seem over the top and not just relevant to me.

On a recent walk, I silently asked if I could and should trust what I’ve been shown as the new coming in. I immediately noticed a feather on the ground. I walked past the feather, then heard, “Turn around. Pick it up. That was for you.” Before turning around, I felt/knew “It’s an owl feather.” Sure enough, it appears to be so. Its edges have the special fringe that allows for silent flight. As I continued my walk, a solitary stag with medium sized antlers walked slowly across the road in front of me.

This morning’s sunrise came between very low and very high, dark thick clouds, initiating between these layers a long, horizontal rainbow. I wasn’t sure what, if anything, to share as we close out this decade, but this seems just right.

Love, Blessings and Happy New Year!

Laura

Door Number 20 ~ Oak, Ash and Thorn, aka the Isis Portal

I spent this past weekend, Monday and Tuesday painting a door given to me by our Goshen landlord when I took over the Blue House as an office next door. This was a skinny, dirty door with a shoelace handle, and we lugged it from Goshen when we moved to Kalamazoo in 2017. At some point, I felt eager to paint another door, but David told me he threw it away in our purge after arriving. He really thought he had, so whenever I wished I could paint this door, he’d say, “No, remember, I threw it away. I’m sorry.” I just couldn’t get it into my head that he had really thrown it away, no matter how many times he told me.

Fast forward to the weekend before Thanksgiving when David suddenly decided we needed a lighting upgrade in our dining room. He changed the chandelier to LED lights with an LED dimmer, and the flicker, hiss and tone drove me batty. It wasn’t just “Laura’s sensitive to light and sound,” this was awful! Like, I will never eat at home again kind of bad. He switched things back to incandescent with a new dimmer and installed 60-watt incandescent bulbs instead of 40’s. That change also caused an audible hiss and strobe effect: back to the 40-watts, but David had gotten used to much more light.

We compromised by buying a three-headed LED floor lamp for the corner, which meant moving plants to different locations. It also opened up the other side of the dining room window, as that plant went into our bathroom, replacing a plant that really wanted to go up front. The former plant location looked barren, but having a plant on only one side of the window looked imbalanced. We agreed to keep the area clear and that we’d know the next thing when we encountered it.

We spent a lovely Thanksgiving at David’s cousins’ house with their daughter, son-in-law, grandkids and friends from Canada. When new people ask what I do, I always need to intuit what kind of answer to give. This time I said, “I’m a life coach and an artist,” intending to gloss over both topics without going too much into either one. I didn’t mention “intuitive” or “writer” because I didn’t want to get into those discussions as an unknown guest at someone else’s close family gathering.

“Ohhhh, what do you paint?!”

“We need to see pictures.”

Each new person who walked into the room learned: “Laura paints doors. Yes, doors! We really need to see some photos.”

I pulled up the Divine Doorways and Porta-Portals page on my phone, so I could show them a few quick photos, but the talk continued all day. Our hostess volunteered to get a truck so she could drive me to galleries with all my doors. David and I explained that I’ve been painting canvases lately, because the doors are so large and heavy. Someone mentioned getting me more doors just for gallery showings, as which point, I said, “Oh, I do love doors! They’re so much more fun to paint than canvases. There was this one small door, a real skinny one from our last landlord, but David threw it away.”

“Actually, I found it.”

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Precognitive Blues, Part 3: Astrology, Card Divination, and Spirit Animals

If you’ve not read the first two parts, you can click through to Precognitive Blues, Part 1: Dreams, Warnings and Blessings and Precognitive Blues, Part 2: Guilt, Law of Attraction, and Meanings that Change Over Time. You don’t need to read these posts in order, but this one references the earlier posts, so I’ll link for context. At this point, I feel this will be the second last post in the series, but even with strong intuition and foresight, who really knows?! And when?

The most annoying and pressing question around suspected precognition is: how do I know what’s true?

Dreams can be symbolic, literal and/or both. So can signs and synchronicities. Even in retrospect, we cannot know the full meaning of any vision, dream, relationship or event, because life continues to radiate around and through us, backwards and forwards, breathing in and out until we die. After death, some kind of “life” continues — at least according to the various “dead” loved ones who appear in dreams or sessions and give credible warnings and advice. The Ancient Celts took life after death and reincarnation so seriously that you could legally carry a debt (even a financial one) into the afterlife. In a never-ending story, how can we establish the “ultimate” truth and meaning with any certainty?

That said, people who sometimes (or often) experience prophetic dreams and/or the clair’s, cannot just ignore their messages, because those messages tend to get more, not less insistent. Ignorance=ignore-ance. There are two types: the kind where you don’t know any better, or the kind where you pretend you don’t see what you see. Denial: where you try to convince yourself that you don’t know what you do know in your gut, your third eye and/or your heart of hearts. Willful ignorance precedes a rude awakening. How much more so with willful ignore-ance! See Precongitive Blues, Part 1 for details.

Using Astrology for Discernment:

“Astrology is a language. If you understand this language, the sky speaks to you.”
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Weekend Getaway: Haunted Tunnels, Bigfoot, UFOs, Hemingway and Fall Colors Galore

Happy Samhain and Celtic New Year!

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David and I made another getaway to Traverse City, our second year going the weekend before Halloween. This time we also explored further north to Charlevoix and Petoskey. I saved this recap for today, because it contains so many spooky and Halloween-type details. Usually, Traverse City is my happy place. I love how I feel with so much water around, and even before our first trip there, I sensed a kind of vortex energy due to the sheer number of Reiki Master Teachers who live there. I don’t know where I first saw evidence of the concentration of RMTs, but to me the high number in a relatively small town seemed significant. I’ve referred to Traverse City as the Sedona of Michigan.

For this trip, David cooked up a different itinerary than our normal TC jaunts. On our last trip there, two different people mentioned “The Commons,” a combination of high end condos, low income housing, elder community and shops — all in the renovated Traverse City State Hospital. Both people marveled at how you’d never know it was a former insane asylum, and one of them claimed to be as sensitive to energies as I am. She said she went on a tour and couldn’t believe how they “got rid of the energetic residue.” Continue reading

Book Review ~ Hidden Experience, by Mike Clelland

“Hidden Experience: collected writings from ten years of blogging 2009-2019,” by Mike Clelland, shares “the strange challenges of otherworldly contact, where confronting the darkest unknowns can ultimately lead to transformation.” The supposed theme of this book is a question about UFO abduction, but really, the question could be any huge, foundation-shattering and life-altering realization triggered by dreams, confusing events, and truly uncanny coincidences.

As the posts and years go by, Mike wrestles with existential crises, clinical depression, and deep inner healing. We follow the development of close soul friendships, as well as the loss of friends through death. We see how Mike’s public grappling with personal trauma and the Big Questions opens doors for others to share their stories, too. And we see how some relationships break rather than expand into larger implications. These are universal human experiences on the path of self discovery — told in an intimate, vulnerable way, often in real time.

Full disclosure: I know Mike Clelland, because he spent years interviewing me for a chapter in his “Stories from the Messengers” book and more recently for “The Unseen” podcast. Although I know Mike and consider his work a sacred path, I do not follow his blog. I check in once in awhile, but for me much of this material was new. It doesn’t read in chronological blog order. Rather, he thematically collates the posts and includes comments and updates from across the years. He also shares his own 2019 take on earlier experiences, revealing how the meanings of synchronicities, relationships and mysterious events can unfold and change across time.

The time looping and spiral journey nature of this book also models a process for embracing the “little things” that connect us to the Great Mystery, and to each other. By sharing so many of his own specific memories, details, timestamps, and experiences, Mike taps into the universal. Though true, the book kind of reads like an epistolary novel. My favorite parts are the hypnosis transcripts, his eulogies, and especially the passages about his friendship with the late Mac Tonnies. A tension between mind and heart runs throughout, yet despite the struggle, his heart keeps shining.

The Introduction begins with Joseph Campbell’s quote: “We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” In the Conclusion, Mike says, “Recently, someone asked me how my life has changed because of these experiences. I thought for a moment and said, ‘I now live in a magical universe.’ I meant that, I see reality as something much richer and more mysterious than I could have ever conceived.” The final page of the book echoes a vivid dream of Mike’s from 2012, posted on his 50th birthday. In all bold letters, it says: “Follow your heart.”

“Hidden Experience” is about the spiritual journey and continuing to find the courage to walk it — one step or quantum leap at a time. Highly recommended!