Archive for July, 2011

July 31, 2011

Sunday, July 31, 2011: Lenape Village Tour


The Village Totem

On a very, VERY hot July day, I urged Bob to accompany me to an outdoor event. It so happens that there is an actual reproduction of a Lenape Village that holds open houses and tours. Not totally authentic, they will fully admit, but a reproduction as best they can do so it will last, and not fall victim (hopefully) to both vandals and the environment. We’ve read about it, but had never been to it before, as it is somewhat of a distance. But the topic today, as they always focus on something specific on their Sunday tour, was “Medicinal Plants”, so I thought it was right up my (or An’na’s) alley. And so off we went. The tour was the first part of it, and they took us around the village to see different aspects of Lenape life. I will introduce this tour in the form of the pictures that I took, because with their captions, it should be more or less self-explanatory. Notice that the totem has a turtle at the top!

At the very least, even though it was a rather cursory intro, Bob and I have both been inspired to attend again. We may go for another topic in the early fall, when things cool down a bit.

[Note: I have inserted a web-coded ‘table’ for the first time into one of these posts, to try to display the pictures better, so I do hope that it works for every browser, otherwise, these pictures are going to spewing all over the place and I apologize in advance if that is the case with your browser]

Sweat Lodge

The sweat lodge would have been made with skins, but they used canvas in this reproduction

Birthing Hut

Village Birthing Hut

small snake

A very small garter snake, 4 days old is the estimate

Girl Grinding Corn

A young volunteer girl demonstrates making corn meal

Chris (Che) Egnoto gave the introduction to the medicinal plants talk, and there were many examples right in the village and surrounding the village of the plants that he spoke of. The instructor mentioned a couple of books to research plants further, which Bob thinks it is a good idea if I pursue. Some of the plants mentioned were those that Nuttah has left for me, such as the Indian Hemp.

Chris Egnoto

Chris (Che) gives an intro to medicinal plants on the tour. Photo is courtesy northampton.patch.com

inside the Longhouse

A view from inside the Village Longhouse

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July 28, 2011

Event #238a: July 28, 2011 (2nd Post)


Tiny claws & half a bird eggshell found perched on the wall

Wow, this is so kind of weird that I had to post it. I went back in previous posts to see what day it was that the crawfish claws first appeared, because I knew it was last summer. And to the left is the picture I used when I first mentioned them in a post. And in the post I just made on July 28 of this year, the crawfish claws were used again, and the date they appeared last year? July 28, 2010. Below is the picture again.

Tiny crawfish claws shaped like a "heart"

This may be a bit of a stretch, but there might be some significance to them on this particular date, since it has now happened twice. The claws have to do with a constellation, as Bob has told me. So there must be a connection to the summer sky on that date. I think I need to correct myself and call them Crayfish, not crawfish. I apologize for not knowing the difference.

July 28, 2011

Event #238: Thursday evening, July 28, 2011


The necklace always used to make a 'turtle' shape, has now been put in use as a wolf-head. Three small turtle charms sit inside it.

When Bob & I talked while I was still at work, he mentioned that Joe was “out of sorts”; a little more than usual. The thing is though, that he has said this a number of times in the past couple of weeks, and I’ve come home to nothing different. So tonight, I did not know what to expect, although I have to admit, I’ve been a little concerned about her absence. I think it has something to do with the time of year — Bob & I can both relate to this as our attention is pulled outdoors to take care of the plants, the garden, the vegetables, the house… and for them, it is a matter of survival. You don’t harvest enough crop in her time, you don’t live through the winter. Anyway, I walked in around 10:30 and Joe met me at the downstairs door, which does not often happen. Going up the steps, I knew immediately as I glanced at the bureau that we’d had a visitor.

Nuttah and "I" have been moved to my bedside table, 2 hearts point at us

My character was missing, as was hers. And instead, on the bureau, was a shape formed by the green ‘turtle’ necklace, that clearly looked like the shape of a wolf’s head. And inside it were three (THREE AGAIN!) small turtle charms. Bob’s stone was not there, so I looked on his bedside table, and there it was on the radio. And the 2 missing characters? On my bedside table, with the 2 hearts  pointing at them. One other small new change was present on the bureau: the crawfish claws, which are still there, were shaped into a heart pointing at the bed:

Tiny crawfish claws shaped like a "heart"

July 21, 2011

Event #237: Wednesday, July 20, 2011


Bob’s email this morning:
I meant to ask you, did you hear any of Coast to Coast last night?
Physicist on that added some relevance and feasibility to what we have going on, plus gave credence to the way I have been thinking for awhile now. This “universe” is actually looking more and more (quite a few top MIT physicists have written papers to this effect) like a quantum computer. The reason things aren’t “smooth” on the quantum level is that there is a finite memory to the universe, however huge the memory actually is. Something like looking at a computer or TV screen, looks smooth from a distance but the closer you look the rougher it is. Apparently, everything in the universe it turns out can be explained in terms of a quantum simulation. This is looking like it is just one of many. Like the big bang produced infinite numbers of simulations as though they are pages in a book, all going on simultaneously and on top of and next to each other. Ever since my creek incidents from years ago when it became startlingly clear that this was not real at all, and I remember that clearly still, the obviousness of it, just not the understanding, which I had clearly for those few brief seconds. I have had this strong, clear, nagging sense, this is not at all what we think. But then I think, what’s the difference, I still have to live in it. Anyway, back to it. Real or not.

And then my email back to Bob:
I’m waking up late because I was up most of the night. Not because I wasn’t tired, but because I had an incident, while I was just first falling asleep. It comes across in the form of a dream, but in this case it was terrifying, and when my conscious brain slowly kicked in and I realized what was happening, I couldn’t sleep anymore. I am certain that she was tugging at me. I was on my way, and I was sailing through — well, for lack of any better explanation, through our ‘room’ but it didn’t seem like it. I was clawing and grasping onto anything though that I could, including you sleeping in the bed at one point, and right then I think is when my conscious brain kicked in and I woke up. It was a fairly violent escapade, that’s all I can say. Then when I couldn’t sleep after that (was almost afraid to), I was listening to the C2C that you are talking about — I couldn’t hear all of it well, but I was getting the gist of it. When I was hearing it, I was kind of thinking to myself, yeah, well this is all just theory on your part, you should see it in action. Some of what I heard was lending credibility to how I’ve begun to try to conceive that this can be happening.

And Bob’s to me: I know exactly what you mean. I was absolutely sure I was dead the first time. I’m sorry I didn’t wake up to help you, for what it would have been worth, I at least know what it is about. Nothing quite like shear terror is there. Don’t know what else to say about it, except there is no more terror for me, not even the tunnel, just here, and then there. I wish you could see what I see, minus the fear, I would LOVE to go there together, but then, there is a good chance we might not come back.

Mine back to Bob: I know, I kept thinking about that, how you can just ‘flit’ there and back, no issues at all, don’t even really feel like you’re going. Don’t know what has to happen there first… but it hasn’t yet happened to ME obviously.

And now me just narrating: I think that I precipitated the incident that I had while sleeping.  I had posted the blog entry of last night about the changes on the dresser and in the room, and by the time I got upstairs to get ready for bed, I was having doubts about all of it. The whole thing. All the year and a half of ‘events’. I was thinking how bizarre it must all sound, and how some, if I told them, would seriously question Bob’s and my sanity. It was kind of overwhelming me, and I decided to just put it all out of my mind, and not think about it for awhile. And then, as I’m falling asleep, she appears to try to ‘take me there’. I don’t think that this is a coincidence. I woke up from the incident saying outloud: “OKAY, I BELIEVE! I believe it, I do, I believe all of it, I will NEVER question it again!” Being terrified didn’t hurt.

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July 19, 2011

Event #236: Tuesday evening, July 19, 2011


Until tonight, it has been awhile since there has been any “activity”. I’m in the process of filling in the “holes” in late May and early June, so if you are a regular visitor to the blog, please make sure to scroll back and check up on those updates, as they will be dated the days that they occurred (and might not appear at the ‘top of the blog’ if you know what I mean). There were a number of events that Bob had to cogitate on before I could post them. But then tonight, I spoke to Bob on the phone from work, and he told me that he’d been sitting outside having a beer with our friend and neighbor, Dan. He related that while they sat, there was a “fly-through”.
“Did Dan notice it?” I wondered.
“Well, I wasn’t sure, I purposely didn’t say anything to see if he would notice, and I guess he didn’t.” Bob said.
“Huh.” I said. “And what else, did anything else happen?” I wondered.
Bob said that was it. But as I’m driving home, I thought maybe — just maybe — there might be a change somewhere in the ‘objects’. And I was right. I went upstairs to change, and I noticed that on the dresser, there were now 2 hearts pointing at Nuttah’s and my own character. The thing about these hearts though, is that they were downstairs in my office, in kind of a messy pile of paper clips, matches, odds and ends and such… and she filtered them out and brought them upstairs. Another heart from downstairs is on the back of the Father duck, which still sits on the floor because I never put them back on the closet. And then lastly, Bob’s stone, which has been on his clock radio since the last change, now is on the back of the turtle. So, a number of curious changes. Dan will have to let us know if he did in fact sense something. And I will add a picture to this entry tomorrow night to illustrate these movements. I always have to wonder what ‘sparks’ these changes.

Here are the pictures from last night:

The changes on the dresser with the characters and the turtles and hearts

Turns out the heart was on the back of the mother duck, not the father duck

July 17, 2011

Event #235: July 17, 2011


The downstairs 1/2 of the flower sprig with a feather placed on it.

Sunday, I went on my morning jog with Wobbles and since it was so hot, I took Wobbles down to the river for a swim and a drink when we were done. I found some flowers growing on the shoreline that I’d never seen before, and I was curious, so I brought a sprig of them back with me to ID it. I didn’t get to it right away, but my intent was to drop one piece of the sprig off in front of Nuttah, and use the other to ID the plant. Finally, I got upstairs and left a piece of it at her feet (the feet of her character, in actuality). I had left the other half of the sample downstairs on the kitchen counter in front of my wildflower books. When I got back downstairs, I went to pick up my 1/2 of the sample, and I noticed something else — there was now a small grey feather laying across a leaf of my flower sprig. Now I know that this did not come with it from the river —  in my pocket, into the house, being split in 1/2, running one upstairs… it was definitely not with the sprig when I initially pulled it off the plant. I pointed this out to Bob, and he agreed; she must have stopped in to acknowledge the “gift”.

July 6, 2011

Event #234a: Wednesday, July 6, 2011


Then after Bob’s travel event of the evening, I made these notes from a phone conversation we had about it afterwards. We had both wondered if it might be possible for Bob to bring a wolf puppy here, and he had somehow imparted this question to Nuttah:

“It was very humiliating. They seemed to react like I was asking for a pet ‘human’, or worse. That was clear from everybody involved.” Bob stated dejectedly.

“Oh. I guess that was an improper question. Why does she ignore Stupey [our one female dog]? She never gets to go, and she always brings the other 2.” I asked Bob.

Does Stupey not look like a DOG?

“I don’t know if they know she’s a dog!” was Bob’s humorous response. Stupey is the least ‘wolf-like’ of the three dogs we have. Her ears hang instead of standing up, her hair is short, she’s brown, and her build is more like a… well, not a dog. Of course many of our breeds today don’t look like wolves, and maybe they DON’T know that Stupe is a dog!

“Oh, and there it’s the same year as our year” Bob stated. “There were no incursions by Europeans. Things did not develop in this ‘parallel universe’ the way things did here [in ours].” Bob continued.

“You mean in their time-line they [the Europeans] never came?” I wondered.

“No. There are probably many outcomes that are being played out, not just theirs and ours. And it’s the same year as our year here. They are in the present. But whatever time it is really is irrelevant.” Bob tried to explain.

” The sound is different too, everything is so clear sounding. And I have clear vision too; I don’t have the same vision problems that I have when I am here.” Bob continued.

“And regarding the plants, Nuttah says: ‘tell An’na to pay attention, give more attention to all of it – all the medicinal plants. Learn what you can’, she says.” Bob told me.

On Monday, July 4th, Bob walked out to our shed, and he told me later that he had a sense of walking through something and had this concept of everyone standing around looking at the long-house, like I was ‘walking into a scene’.

July 6, 2011

Event #234: Wednesday, July 6, 2011


Bob wrote this email on July 6th, 7:20 pm:

Their fields are WAY ahead of our stupey garden. Corn is at least 4 maybe 5 feet tall. Beans are wrapped around almost to top of corn. Squash is much larger, all around the plants. DUPS have GROWN. Almost Waffle size! Great noses! Got to play with them again by the field. Got humiliated by “asking to have a puppy”. I guess I should have known this. They are not “pets”, it is insulting to think you can possess them. They are revered, I should feel honored and I (her Father) did feel honored that THEY chose him to befriend. I tried to explain that I do feel that way, I do actually. They don’t understand that our Dups are pets, they see them as having chosen us, not the other way around, the Whoosh brothers explained this.

One of the long houses is being rebuilt, just saw that in passing on way to field, sweat lodge has been redone too. You need to find out more about all the plants that have been left, they MAY be needed. Same with our stupey garden.
I was asked “to stay with us” again, first time in awhile. I said, maybe in time and only if Nuttah can get An’na here too. I got a very frustrated response, but very clear, Nkwhechi or ey, that is phonetic, but it is something like I’m trying or I try, I remember that word, which is unusual, but there was so much passion and emotion in her when she said it, it imprinted on me. She is extremely frustrated. If it ever happens you may not come back. I shouldn’t say that, might make you more resistant, but that is just me thinking that if Nuttah is ever able to get you tuned in she may just, out of desperation, keep you there. Not her thought, mine. History class may start again, we’ll see, that is my call. They are playing on my pride (they don’t know I have none). Geez, I just reread this, something I don’t normally do, do you think I’m fucking nuts?!
That was it, gone in a whoosh. Back in a flash, at least I’m still on the deck.

I later looked up the word that Bob had heard, that he said he was spelling phonetically, but he got it really close. It is “nkwëchi”, and means “I try”. [Hear it].

July 5, 2011

Event #233: Tuesday night, July 5, 2011


The picture from May 18th

Bob told me that Joe didn’t immediately come out when he came up to go to bed. It took him awhile, like he was hiding, but Bob also said that he found nothing out of ordinary. I came home a couple hours after this discussion, and looked around upstairs for any changes. There was only one: Bob’s special stone, that has been on the dresser since May 18th (inside the heart necklace), is now on Bob’s clock-radio. I could find nothing else. No idea what the meaning is. Tomorrow morning, I will take a picture of where it is now, on the radio. On a side note, our wonderful ceiling fan, that we’ve used consistently since we moved here 10 years ago (and was installed by former owners) is on the fritz, it sounds like. It’s making a rhythmic clicking noise that it never made before. Drat, cause it’s a good fan.