Archive for September, 2010

September 30, 2010

More from September 30, 2010

The purple asters then revived in a cup of water. They don't grow quite like this in our yard, but they are here in a different variety.

Bob: Wow, that is great that she is making progress with communicating with you. Very nice that you received the flowers and that she knew their significance to you. It is a very pleasant thought that she gave them to you while you were right there. I’m sure she touched you too. She always does, she is very affectionate. That is nice, but I am not glad that you had the sense of sadness too, I don’t know what to do. I do think you may have woken me up once saying “oh God”, I think around 3 AM. Sounds like your night was similar to my travel night. Pretty strange.
Sounds like we might be ok on the rain. I hope so.
I am very happy for you in regard to the flowers, also that I was correct in what I thought I was understanding. These “events” leave me feeling altered and awed for some time. Do you feel that way at all? ktaholël AwupAn’na and all our kids

Me: I know, it’s really cool. When (what time?) was your ‘conversation’ with her, that you got the sense of the flowers? I woke up feeling really disoriented/altered, not being sure what was dream and what was reality/things I saw. Very weird. I guess I was asleep when she laid the flowers there. You’ll see them in the bathroom, they’re on the shelf w/toothpaste. Yes, I am altered and definitely awed.

On to the mundane, reality part of our life now: I brought the tarps in, 3 of them, but the 30 x 50 foot one is going back, we need to make a decision about the others. Had to make room for my food shopping trip tonight. Got to get going, ktaholël, awupAn’na

I probably need to elaborate more on what went on last night, but I don’t know what it was. I just know that something was going on, and it was outside of myself. Bob has used the phrase “she’s really pulling”, or maybe “pushing”. That’s what you feel, the pull or push. In my unconscious mind I must resist, because my unconscious cries out when she does it while I’m asleep. I think she was trying to “bring me there” last night. I felt the pull, I felt the pressure, whatever that is, and then you have weird dreams around it as you try to incorporate what is going on into your sleep. So odd. What weird disorienting nights when that happens, and Bob has actually ‘gone’ there. I guess in some real way I do have a fear of it. Well, I guess in some real way that is totally normal. My fear of course boils down to not being able to “come back”. I’d be stuck there. Or stuck in some sort of ‘in-between’ where I’m not there and I’m not here. And without the consciousness that is what we have in our physical body here, that physical body would not be necessary anymore. Sometimes, I imagine that people go on drug-induced trips, and then they “decide” not to come back to their physical body. But it doesn’t end there. That is one thing that I have become convinced of with all of these events, the continuance of consciousness after our physical body is no more. Soon I will add the stories of Kate’s experiences with her friend Sally who passed away a couple of years ago from breast cancer. Sally keeps visiting Kate, Sally has found a way to “come through” the barrier. And in ways that you would not believe.

September 30, 2010

Event #110: Thursday morning, Sept. 30, 2010

In my last post,  I referred to an event “last night” because I knew Bob would be reading my email in the morning. Then, as it turns out, he didn’t get any of his emails overnight, including mine. I came down this morning to my computer to see what he said about my tarp question, and about the impending weather, and all I had was this comment:

Bob’s email to me:
Below is the message I received:
Error in parsing this message. Couldn’t display the body part!!!

So I sent Bob my detailed tarp question again, but he added this while our emails crossed.

Bob: Surprisingly I am not getting mail! I’ve never had computer problems so I am at a loss. [this is Bob being sarcastic about his continued, constant computer problems] I believe the blackberry is functioning now, but all I got from mail that came in last night is a “could not parse”.
It was raining all the way in but has been stopped down here for the last three hours. It is now hot and humid as hell. I have been drenched since 5 this morning. I really have to consider alternatives, I can’t deal with the miserable summers. How did you make out with the tarps? What does the forecast look like?
BT dubs, Nuttah was home last night. She gave me an indication referring to flowers by the stream, for you, a gift I think, although I could be completely wrong about that. Still have a sense of foreboding. She seems to want or need protection. I wish she could just stay with us, maybe she can, I don’t know. I am glad to hear from her, but I am worried, and I have not seen or heard from the puppies in a long time. That has me worried. There is something significant about the rabbit, not just playing. No concept what, but I think it is symbolic or a name of some one or something. Got to get back to sweating. Keep me posted.

Me: So here is what the local weather guys are saying. It seems that the worst rain will be to the west. That area is currently under a flood warning, we are still a flood watch. North and west are going to get the most rain, some could see as much as 6-8 inches, the rest of us 2-4″. It is barely raining here right now, and hasn’t been since about 6 AM. They are calling for more, later today into the evening. The weather website says this: “This storm system will most likely bring around 2-3″ of rain to our area with locally higher amounts in some places.”

Looking at the radar map, we look like we escape almost altogether, with the entire strength of it west of here. I’m actually thinking about going to work, but could just stick around to monitor things. I got pretty caught up [at work] last night. Let me know what you think, and hopefully by now you got my tarp email. Also, I have another Nuttah update. But first, tell me what you experienced last night, and when was it?

Bob: I did tell you in my first email what my experience was. Did you get that? I got something to do with flowers, I think by the creek and for you, a very present sense of foreboding and a need to be protected, which just makes me feel horrible and helpless. As far as time goes, I don’t know, I went to sleep around 9:30, it was after that. When I am not sure. But I think, again I am not sure of this, that she was there multiple times later in the night. I know at least on one visit you might have been there. It is hard to say, things have changed with my perception. Not for the better. It seems now harder to perceive and when something happens I am unaware of my surroundings in our reality.  ktaholël AwupAn’na

A sprig of a Purple Aster is left on the base of my bedside table lamp

And me to Bob: Yes, there was something else, something on my table this morning, that I’m sure wasn’t there when I went to bed. I got flowers again, and these are significant too, will explain below. But first, I have to say, this was one of the more odd nights I have had, not sure if I was even asleep for all of it. I sensed that she was trying to get me to go again. I had the feeling I was making sounds too, did you hear me at all? I kept waking myself up doing that, or I thought that I did. Maybe I didn’t at all, and it was just part of a dream. But I did have again, that strong sense of being pulled somewhere, or just of something “different”, not on the level of that “trip” that other time though. But something nevertheless. Then, after you left, I woke up hearing the rain, and had visions when I closed my eyes again. This time like clouds, bulbous, light colored, cloud-like shapes, perhaps some light blue mixed in like I really was looking at the sky. I sensed other visions, it comes and goes, nothing that I can identify. Last night (this morning) it seemed like she was strongly trying to communicate, and I just can’t get it. Too much other stuff going on, or too much thickness in the density that is my brain. I had a very weird dream about watching people kill a chicken, but in a most bizarre way. The head person was an Abe Lincoln type, tall hat and all. I also had a very brief moment of that extreme sadness that she brought months ago, I’m pretty sure that was when you were already gone, but not positive. I think she was visiting this morning after you left, but I still don’t know the time of your communication. Did she leave the flowers while you were still there? Speaking of those flowers, the particular ones that she left: they are asters, purple asters, and there are some growing right by the creek. The reason I know that is because I just noticed them while I was filling the bird feeders yesterday. And the funny thing is, I’d been looking at all the pictures of these asters that I have saved, because I wanted to use one in my collage for the auction. I didn’t think I had one that was good enough, so when I noticed them in the yard, I was glad they were there, in case I needed to take a new picture. So that is the one that she left on my lamp base. (well, now it’s in water). I’m just trying to figure out when the flowers appeared, because they were not there when I went to bed. Oh, also, you need to comment on the rain situation, unless you did while I was writing this. ktaholël, awup,An’na

September 29, 2010

Event #109: Wed., Sept. 29, 2010

I got home from work late Wednesday night, after purchasing several very large tarps for potential flooding Thursday. We do hope that we won’t have to use them, but it never hurts to be prepared. Bob and I had talked earlier, and we’d commented on whether Nuttah may come around tonight because of the threat of the creek flooding. We wondered if she might pick up on that. Bob was also telling me that 3 times he had to come up to the bedroom for this and that after he got home , and each time, Joe was being very verbal. This usually indicates “something”. So, when I got home, I went upstairs first, and found a change on the bureau with our characters (will insert a picture in the morning), and sent this email to Bob:

We had a visitor last night before I got home, so maybe that is what Joe was all out of sorts about. It’s the bureau arrangement that is different, with her and us, the stone and the claws. I just realized I haven’t seen the egg in awhile. Anyway, there is a change, so she has been around. Did you have any travel experiences last night?

(On a side note here, after I looked at this picture, I realized that she has a couple of times before put her objects in that arrangement or something very similar. Specifically, I’m talking about her rock, sitting in front of her, then the heart, then the claws, usually arranged just like that, the way Stewie found them on the wall awhile back. Bob says this arrangement has some significance, but he doesn’t know what it is. Something cosmic, he thinks.)

A slight twist with our characters and Nuttah's "Cosmo-gram". The egg disintegrated over time.

September 27, 2010

Event #108: Monday, Sept. 27, 2010

Bob wrote me this email this morning:
I had a very strange night last night. Woke up hot as hell about 12:48 and turned fan up and got rid of blankets. But then I started feeling very strange, as if I wasn’t there. I don’t know how to describe it but it was evident to me that I wasn’t alive, at least in bed where I appeared to be. I kept drifting in and out until I got up completely disoriented. It was absolutely one of the oddest nights I have had in awhile, and that is saying something. It was a very unnerving night of “sleep”. At least I am exhausted today, so that makes up for it. Any more wild rabbits show up?

And my email in return: That’s a weird night. Did you have a sense that Nuttah was involved in any way? Very strange. No rabbits appearing here or there.

Then later tonight when we talked, I asked for a further explanation of what had gone on last night.

Bob: “I was not alive here, I wasn’t here at all. I saw a lot of stuff, nothing that I can really clearly remember now – or not that well.”
Lois: “How long did your ‘excursion’ last?”
Bob: “It was probably a couple of hours. I had a REALLY lousy night of sleep, because after I ‘came back’, I really couldn’t sleep at all. This was definitely one of the weirder things that I’ve experienced yet. It was ‘out-of-body’; I was in a lot of, a bunch of different spaces, even different homes of people. I don’t know… it was much older times than now, maybe 100, 200 years ago. I know there was no electric, they were using candles. I’d be there for a bit, and I could see the smoke coming off the candles, and flames. And then I’d just shoot off somewhere else, and be there for a bit.”
Lois: “Was it sort of like being taken around like Scrooge was, by the ghosts of the different Christmas’s?”
Bob: “Yeah, I guess so… for lack of any better explanation. But it wasn’t directed by ‘anyone’ that was the difference. At least when Nuttah is taking me around, I feel like someone is in control, in this case, there was no one. No one except me.”
Lois: “Do you think it was one of the history lessons?”
Bob: “I don’t know. I guess it could have been, but there was no context. I was just gone… somewhere else. Maybe to 20-30 different places. I would be sitting on a mountainside looking out, and then in somebody’s living room.”
Lois: “Do you think it was Nuttah?”
Bob: “I had no sense of her. No sense of what was controlling it. In between, I would come back here, come back to the bed.”
Lois: “Well, you said you were ‘not alive here’. What would I have seen if I’d seen you?”
Bob: “I don’t know…”
Lois: “So was it kind of like an ‘Avatar’? You were here laying on the bed, and then there, you were in motion?”
Bob: “I really don’t have any idea.”
Lois: “Did your body leave the bed?”
Bob: “No. But I had no control, no idea where it was going, where I was going… it was like being in a river and being dragged along and seeing things as they go by, but in time and space, not in the river.”
Lois: “Wow – that’s wild…”
Bob: “I know… I was not alive here – I was elsewhere, popping in and out of scenes, all over, everywhere. I know at one point I was standing in this house – which could have been anywhere – here, Europe, Russia, absolutely anywhere – and I was standing on wood, very rough-hewn wood floors. Like they would have had many years ago, in just about any house. And there was this man, he was walking, walking toward me with a candle – carrying a candle like it was their only form of light, and he was wearing bedclothes, clothes like they wore back then, a simple shirt, all the way to the floor, and walking along carrying a candle.”
Lois: “These people you saw, were they aware of you?”
Bob: “No, they didn’t seem to be.”

Me narrating – It seems as I let Bob ‘talk’, kind of ‘interview-style’, he remembers more and more of what happened last night. It is far beyond the simple email he wrote me saying ‘I had a very strange night last night’. I’m glad I asked for more detail.

Bob: “This was weirder than some of the earlier things that I’ve ‘experienced’; this would almost be weirder than what Nuttah has shown me. At least with Nuttah, I had the sense of someone at the reins, someone was in control of the situation and it wasn’t me, here I had no sense of that, there was no control. Something has happened since I hit my head in the basement, something is different, it’s not the same. I don’t have the same ‘sense’ that I did, and I think that she senses that too. There were a lot of natural scenes, it was mainly just nature and nature scenes, I didn’t see a lot of people. But it had to be long ago, or at least in really remote places, because there were no electrical wires, no cell towers in any of the ‘scenes’, nothing that would indicate any kind of ‘civilization’. There was maybe one scene that was out on a mud/dirt street, and it was really dark. No streetlights, not even gas lights. The best that I can describe this was that it was an ‘out-of-body’ experience. And on another bizarre note… “

And then Bob related to me something that he had heard today; that the military is now admitting that our missile silos were basically taken control of and shut down in the 60’s during the Cold War by aliens, and it is now coming out in the mainstream media that this actually occurred. And the reason why was because… they didn’t want us to destroy ourselves. This morning, I actually heard that on Fox. And here is something I just found on the internet about it:

Seven former U.S. Air Force personnel gathered in Washington Monday to recount UFO sightings over nuclear weapons facilities in decades past – accounts that a UFO researcher says show extraterrestrial beings are interested in the world’s nuclear arms race and may be sending humans a message.

At a news conference at the National Press Club, the six former officers and one ex-enlisted man recalled either personal sightings or reports from subordinates and others of UFOs hovering over nuclear missile silos or nuclear weapons storage areas in the 1960s, ’70s and ’80s.

Three of the former Air Force officers – though they hadn’t seen the UFOs themselves – told reporters that UFOs hovering over silos around Montana’s Malmstrom Air Force Base in 1967 appeared to have temporarily deactivated some of the nuclear missiles.

Much of the testimony already has appeared in books, websites and elsewhere. But UFO researcher and author Robert Hastings, who organized the news conference, said the time has come for the U.S. government to acknowledge the UFO visits.

“I believe – these gentlemen believe – that this planet is being visited by beings from another world, who for whatever reason have taken an interest in the nuclear arms race which began at the end of World War II,” said Hastings, who added that more than 120 former military personnel have told him about UFOs visiting nuclear sites.

“Regarding the missile shutdown incidents, my opinion … is that whoever are aboard these craft are sending a signal to both Washington and Moscow, among others, that we are playing with fire – that the possession and threatened use of nuclear weapons potentially threatens the human race and the integrity of the planetary environment,” he said.

Former Air Force Capt. Robert Salas – who has written a book about the Montana incidents – said he was underground when a UFO hovered over his missile silo in March 1967, and therefore couldn’t see it. He said one of his guards above ground told him a red, glowing object about 30 feet in diameter was hovering just above the front gate of the facility, in an isolated area far from Malmstrom.

“And just as I [called my commander], our missiles began going into what’s called a no-go condition, or unlaunchable. Essentially, they were disabled while this object was still hovering over out site,” Salas said.

Salas and others said the military urged them at the time not to talk about the incidents.


September 25, 2010

Event #107: Saturday, Sept. 25, 2010

There is a painted wood carving of a rabbit sitting on my desk looking at me. I didn’t put it there; Bob didn’t put it there. It’s off to the left of the keyboard, and I looked around the house to see where he might have come from, and I can’t figure out where he was. When I pointed it out to Bob, he said that when we’d come back from being out all day, the front door, and back door to the house were wide open. Stewie had come home in the interim, but there would be no good reason that he would have to open all the doors of the house. I’ve placed a picture below of the rabbit and where he sat in relationship to my keyboard: the left end of the keyboard is to the far right of the picture, and then a little notebook and pen sit next to that, and then the rabbit carving. He’s staring at me with these giant-ringed saucer eyes. Hmmmmmmmm. We checked with Stewie later, he didn’t leave all the doors open. (And I am pretty sure that he wouldn’t). Good thing we live in the country.

A painted wood rabbit carving sits on my desk staring at me today

September 22, 2010

Event #106: Wed., Sept. 22, 2010

On Bob’s way home from work, it was still daylight, and he sent me 2 texts; the first one was about another sighting of that large white bird again, at the same exact intersection and then slightly north of that, he saw 2 of them together. “Right in front of me, 2 swooped down and went right over the car. I even looked at the car that was in the lane next to me to see if they noticed and maybe found anything odd about this, but they just seemed oblivious to it.”

Friday, September 24, 2010
In the morning, before I left for my Friday job, I had rearranged the dresser. My thinking was this: she hasn’t done anything in quite awhile, and it is becoming increasingly more rare that she does. So I thought maybe if I did something, she would put it back the way she wanted it. So I basically arranged Bop and I around “her” with 2 hearts pointing at us. When we came home, Bob said he didn’t notice anything amiss except what I had done. I went up to look, and immediately asked, “Well, where is SHE?” She was gone. Bob hadn’t noticed that. I looked all over. His bedside table. My bedside table. The drawers of our bedside table. Nowhere to be found. Up where the ducks are on top of my closet. On top of Bob’s closet. In the linen closet. The drawer where I put the dolls when I need to “hide” them. On an impulse, I don’t know why, I looked on the hidden window sill behind our bed. There is a window directly behind our bed, and it has a small window sill, about 6″ in depth. And there she sat. Right in the middle, facing the top of the bed. I took both our dolls and surrounded her with them so she wouldn’t be alone. In the morning, Bob put everybody back on the dresser.

September 20, 2010

Event #105: September 20, 2010

Tonight when I got home, I went upstairs to see if there were any changes. Nothing on the dresser, nothing anywhere else, except… for the first time in a long time, there were words in the NOTEBOOK. There was one word in the notebook, I should say, but spelled 10 different ways.

One word in the notebook, spelled 10 different ways; it means: "I am afraid"

See the picture I have added here. I plugged it into a search engine, and oddly, for the first time in ALL this time, one of the results was a Lenape to English dictionary. I had used, in quotes, “Lenape and Ntalemi”. Why haven’t I found this dictionary with all my searching before? I saved it. In fact, I am going to PRINT it. I was always finding that one site, “”, and I think I have mentioned that you can only put a very literal English phrase in to get a Lenape word. And of course, I don’t have the English word, I always have the Lenape word, which is the opposite of what most people would need. So anyway, I found this PDF dictionary, after what, 8 months? Maybe it’s new. I doubt it, but you never know.

The word Bob wrote is ominous. It, unfortunately, confirms some things he’s been saying for more than the last month. The feeling of foreboding that he’s been having. The feeling of doom, of danger, of something bad. The word is “ntalëmi”. And here is the definition in the new dictionary that I found:

ntalëmi [dɑləmi] = “I am afraid, I feel fear”

I will scan the page tomorrow morning.

My email about it to Bob: I found the definition of what you wrote down, but before I tell you, what was the context? Was it here or there? And describe the process that goes on as you write each variation of the word — is she correcting you, or are you just hearing it slightly differently every time she pronounces it? If I am getting visions at all now, I am getting jumbles of them, and they are not decipherable, at least not by my limited brain. It would be like looking at a scene of something totally new to you but in motion, and in a single color. It’s hard to grasp. And it might not even be something “outside” of me either. Anyway, I am anxious to hear what happened last night.

And Bob’s to me: It was at our place. It is difficult to say exactly how this comes across. I hear it very clearly, but I don’t understand most of the time. There was a great deal of “background” noise last night, I have no idea what it was, never heard that before. Nuttah repeats things many times and I keep hearing and writing until something clicks, sort of like “that looks right“. She used to have to be much more pedantic. But this was a very worrisome visit, I have had this overall sense of concern that something is going on with her and it isn’t good. Last night didn’t change that. She seemed, I don’t know if I am getting this right, but I sensed fear, I think. But I don’t know of what or if I even am reading the sense correctly.
And you are getting things, this is very real, try to see what is going through your vision. I cannot do that, I hear her.
Were you there when it happened, did you see me writing? What time was it?
I am getting worried, but I don’t know what to do.

Me: I will certainly keep trying on the visions, I really do work at it, but it is SO hard to grasp even something. They just come too fast and furious, all in a jumble of monotone color, not with the clarity of those flashes of the garden, the insect, the bird, and the turtle. Nothing decipherable for me, but I will keep trying. Imagine smoke coming out of a fire, and you think that you see shapes and visions in it, but as soon as you think you’ve identified something, the swirl has turned into a different shape, and then changes again. That is what it is like. The word/phrase she was saying to you means:  “I am afraid”. So what you are picking up is fear. But what is it about? We don’t know. But we need to find out, if we can. I was not there when it happened, I came home, and came up around 10, I think, and the words were there. I’ll attach the picture. So if I hung up with you around 8:30 or so, it was in the next hour and a half. By the way, for the FIRST time in all the searches for language that I have done, I found last night a Lenape to English dictionary. Where was this before?? I don’t know. Here is the result: ntalëmi [dɑləmi] = I am afraid/I feel fear.

And Bob to me: That is what I was afraid it would be, something in that vein. I have no idea what or where, or worse, what I can do about it. I am afraid she is asking for help and I cannot do anything. That is a horrible feeling. I have been concerned for awhile, this makes it worse. Ktaholel AwupAn’na

September 20, 2010

Monday, Sept. 20, 2010

Excerpts of Monday morning emails, me to Bob: I had this dream about Black Hawk military helicopters flying low in formation, and leaving behind a warning message written in the sky in red, white and blue. Something along the lines of “We better wake up before it’s too late…” But not a literal wake-up, a political wake up.

And his response: As far as the warning goes, I have had this sense that Nuttah is trying to say something for awhile, not sure if it is for our reality or hers, maybe both. But it is something dire. All of the stuff she does has meaning, I just can’t understand it. I think she is working on you, I’m too dense.

Mine back to him: Yeah, maybe it wasn’t political, maybe it was just a warning. You were involved too, now that I think about it, you came running from one of the 2 hawk directions, to point out the message in the sky in case we had not seen it. Interesting that Black Hawks are also birds, maybe the dream does have some meaning. I didn’t even think of it in that context. So don’t think that you are the only DENSE one. I am really “trying” to notice what I see with my eyes shut, and decipher when it is “me” and “not me”. It is very hard. As you know.

And Bob to me: I couldn’t have been running too fast. I didn’t think for a minute the dream was just you, I assumed it was from Nuttah. It is political in the sense that we are deliberately destroying ourselves. But I also think there is something dire coming to her place also. I just can’t figure any of it out.

Me to Bob: I should mention that twice in the past week, I have seen Black Hawk helicopters outside my window at work. This would not normally strike me as unusual, in that there is a military base nearby. However, I cannot cite one other time in 7 years of working there that I’ve witnessed or noticed these particular helicopters, especially flying right over our building above my window. One other thing. This morning, on the way in to work, I was alarmed to see a turtle crossing the road in front of me. In most circumstances, if the situation allowed, I would pull over and rescue a turtle in the road. I straddled him with the truck, as did the car immediately behind me. There was just no stopping, the road is narrow there, there are NO pull-offs anywhere, and it wouldn’t be safe to come to even a slow stop to rescue a turtle crossing the road. I worried about him. He was cute, small, and black. I watched the northbound traffic, gauging the turtle’s relative speed to traffic to see if maybe all the cars could somehow avoid running over the turtle. I did entertain thoughts of finding a place to turn around and going back and rescuing him. But I didn’t. I couldn’t really. And of course on the way home, I remembered again the turtle when I got to that spot, and somehow he made it. That made my night. The turtle crossed the road safely to get to the river. The only reason I am writing up this episode at all, is because of the fact that the turtle made it, and also because of that dead-white-bird-in-the-road incident awhile back, that seems as if it was there just for us. I’m taking a new look at virtually everything we see, even think now.

September 15, 2010

Event #104: Wed., September 15, 2010

Our emails back and forth today:

My email to Bob: I think Nuttah kept me up last night, that’s why I’m hitting the computer so late. I was up well past one. Nothing specific to report; I just thought she was there. Lots of a new color swirl in the vision. (Kind of an aqua). There might have been one brief vision, a view of looking over the top of a tiny world. Like from outer space. Although it also could have been a bald head. No way of knowing. Also something kept moving at the bottom of the bed, and I couldn’t prove that it was or was not your feet. Wasn’t mine, and Joe wasn’t on the bed.

And Bob’s response: I did not wake up at all last night so I don’t know if we had any visits. Nuttah seems to be more focused on you at the moment, but I have this sense of foreboding lately, your snake head/bird vision only adds to what my fears are, I do not like what I am thinking and sensing. I am afraid something is expected of me/”him”, I don’t know about him, but I don’t feel up to the task. Enough on that, I am not going to obsess about it.

Later, same day:

A new arrangement on the dresser; note the "Cosmo-gram" of the egg shell with the claws

Tonight, I came home pretty late, and when I went upstairs I noticed right away a change on the dresser. Tomorrow morning, I will take a picture and put it in here. It’s becoming increasingly more rare that any changes happen at all, and I don’t know whether to be concerned or not. Bob is definitely concerned, and I’m not sure what he bases it on, but he definitely knows more than I do at any given point. But today, there was a change. The cosmo-gram items have been rearranged, as have our characters, and also the flower that I left a photo of. That is all. I did not notice anything else. I had a sense of her last night though, which I outlined above. Sometimes, I really think that “this is it”, “this is the night”, “I’m going tonight”. But I always just fall asleep. Our emails back and forth this morning, Sept. 16:

Bob’s to me: I don’t know for sure, which is troublesome, but I think Nuttah stopped by our place. I had an extremely surrealistic moment, as if being sucked down a drain or through a door is the best I can do to characterize it.

And mine in return: Yes, Nuttah was there last night. She re-arranged the dresser again, it is subtle, but rearranged nevertheless. A different configuration for the constellation, and we are all moved a bit more toward the bed, not much, but the angle is different which I noticed from the door. We’re all looking toward the bed.

September 11, 2010

Event #103: September 11, 2010

I woke up this morning and came down to tell Bob, who was up way ahead of me, that I thought I had some visions to report. At first I just wanted to confirm that “she was there” and he did confirm that on a number of occasions during the night, he was aware of her presence.
“Okay, then,” I said, “I do have some visions to report”.
Bob was anxious to know what these were, as he has been feeling that for some reason, she has not been able to get through to him lately. He blames it on a whack he took on the head in our basement about 2 weeks back or so… these low-slung beams down there can wreak havoc on anyone over a certain height. The previous owner I remember as being very tall, probably a good 6’ 4 or so, and he had all the steel beams lined with round pieces of foam. Some of the foam is still there, but we have lost a few pieces over the years, and the problem is, if you take a really good whack, the foam is not going to protect you that much anyway. And Bob had hit his head hard enough to see stars.

So my visions were as such:
“The first one, I was confused by, because I thought I was seeing the head of a serpent, or snake. Like a very detailed look at its scales and eyes, nose, mouth, etc. – a very close up view. This probably occurred twice… and I didn’t get what it was until this morning, as I’m brushing my teeth it dawned on me:
“Oh, that’s not a serpent, I thought to myself, it’s the head of a turtle.” It was confusing, I guess, because it was separated from the body, or at least that part was not in the detail part of the head.
“Then, there was another one”, I reported.
“I think that there were at least 2 visions, but it’s possible that there were more and I was just not able to interpret them fast enough. The 2nd was a bird image. This was very clear too, like one of the earlier flashes of visions I’d had that was unmistakable. Only I was looking at the bird from below. It was possible that it was a white bird, but the way I was looking at it was as a silhouette from below. In the vision, the bird was dark against a lighter background, like the sky. The outer edges of this vision faded into blackness, but the central part of the vision was light sky, with a very clear image of a soaring bird in the center. The bird had its wings extended; it was definitely a bird on the larger side, like hawk, eagle, raptor, or buzzard kind of bird. That kind of silhouette or shape, not duck, goose, heron, or anything in those families. I don’t remember seeing ‘fingers’ at the end of its wings, but it could have had them.”
Bob speculated for some reason that perhaps I was NOT mistaken about the turtle actually being a snake.
“Why?” I wondered.
“Well, I think there is something going on…” Bob said. “Something where they feel threatened. Did you see anything at all like their lodge, their property”?
“No”, I answered, “but as far as I know I never have. Only last night, the visions seemed to be kind of chaotic, except for the 2 that I was able to pull out that I told you, the rest of it, if it was in fact a vision, would now be as impossible to describe as trying to remember a lost dream.”
(Which reminds me, I had an odd dream after all of this about abandoned cats living under a bridge.)
Bob then said that he has a sense of them, or her, feeling threatened in some way where they are. This does not bode well, and we are more than a little anxious about what might be going on. Although you would think that if it was really bad, she would have imparted that to Bob somehow by now. And that is why he is worried about his whack on the head. He thinks that it’s making it difficult for her to get through to him.
Last night, I gave Kate Part IV to read.