Archive for March, 2013

March 23, 2013

Is there a rough time in the near future??

For some reason, certain posts take me a long time to pull together. I’m working with saved information from emails and a lengthy MS Word doc where I keep the running narrative in a very raw form as events happen, and I try to keep notes about it. Otherwise, I would surely forget all the details within a day or two (possibly even within an hour). Obviously, I am still a few months behind, and for some reason, this latest post I’ve been working on from late March has become a block in my way for a number of weeks now. I guess it’s because it concerns the constantly repeating theme of “destruction”, that I don’t really relish writing about, or even acknowledging. Especially after what Nuttah and company went through this past year, I don’t want our lives to become desperation and “on-the-run” like they were. Is it an inevitability? I don’t know, but I hope not.

Bob wrote this email at 7 AM on March 22:

Had a “dream” last night, too tired and too busy to go into it right now, but I think, just as an insurance, we might want to start setting aside canned goods on a weekly basis. Not a lot, couple cans/week. Water too, or maybe we should get a water purifier. Might all be for naught. But it won’t hurt. Things could get ugly, we are not young enough to weather to rough a time. Won’t go well for anyone in cities.

Me to Bob, later at 9 AM: You will have to tell me your dream later. See if the Lao woman corroborates your dream. I can look into water purfiication this weekend, that would be a good idea.

Then later Friday night, we were able to talk about the dreams. I also have some handwritten notes on a file card of Bob’s elaborating on them, and apparently, the Lao woman did corroborate!

As Bob described it, there was a giant flash visible from horizon to horizon. We weren’t safe in the house, only in the woods. The aftermath was worse than what Bob’s seen in previous visions of this. (Unfortunately, this latest dream/vision is not a singular event, but a rather constant, running-theme). Initially, there was no cooperation between “survivors”; that was to come later. We are on the run with ourselves and three dogs. The Lao woman had the same dream/vision, as she described through a translator:

“Everything is all fucked up, everybody dead; people in cities are all going wild.”


She also saw the ritual that Bob was part of a couple of nights ago, described in this post: “A Lenape Ritual to Commemorate Beginnings“.  She understood that there was something “happy” about it, but she didn’t know where it was, didn’t understand it. She saw the men in the water, but didn’t know why. She described it as a spring ritual: “Rising out of the dirt like plants”.

Lenape-Turtle-LogoLenape-Wolf-ClanBob said that he never got the email where I talked about the change of the characters on my desk (see last post) but it is in my outbox as “sent”, so don’t know why he didn’t. Bob interprets this character change as the two tribes now merging as “Turtle” and “Wolf”. Prior to this change, our two characters and the wolf were all in my desk drawer since Sunday when we had company and I hid everything. Wow, phew, I finished this and can  move on to the next…

March 21, 2013

Post ceremony observations, characters rearranged!

The next morning, after the ceremony from the prior post, Bob wrote me this email:

3/21: 6:50 AM: I slept well after a somewhat eventful beginning of the evening. How was Niko when you got home? He seemed good when I was going to bed.

Bob continues: I was trying to remember some of the clothing and ornamentation of the main participants last night; Nuttah was dressed in skins but was wearing quite a bit of adornment, mostly bright colored feathers and jewelry; I am sure they all had some meaning. She was also wearing a turtle shell with I think wolf skin and tail attached. I know the symbolism of that. So it looks as though the reenactment of the end of the invasion will be blended into their Spring Ritual as they are both a renewal of life. Interesting that both clans have come together to form one, don’t know if it will remain. Politics may or may not allow it.

Me at 9:12 am: That was a pretty eventful night! I’m glad you were part of something, I was wondering how that was going to go. Kind of thought there would be something, not sure why, but it’s been their way. There were no changes in house that I noticed. Niko seemed pretty exhausted to me by the whole thing. He didn’t even get up until it was time to go out and go to bed. I was busy at computer, he just laid there the whole time, barely wagged his tale as I went by. He was wiped out.

That evening, though, when I was arriving home from work at about 10 PM, I got out of my car in the driveway and immediately noticed the loud hum that usually signifies we’ve either had or are having some activity. Knowing about Bob’s experience from the night before, I glanced up at my office window that faces the driveway and immediately noticed that the “Nuttah” character was no longer on the window ledge, where I had placed her about a week ago. That means that there was a change, and I rushed into the house and into my office to see if it was there. I wrote Bob this email that same night:

3/21, 11:00 p.m. MAJOR change with the characters on my desk!

This whole arrangement is between my computer monitor and the keyboard. Bob and I flank Tëme/Niko/Duke, a large heart points from Nuttah’s character to Tëme, Nuttah sits atop a pewter turtle, the small silver heart-charm sits to Nuttah’s right and lastly, Bob’s stone is to her left:


March 20, 2013

A Lenape Ritual to Commemorate “Beginnings”

On the evening of March 20 (the 1st day of Spring), Bob wrote me this email:

Niko and I just went for a visit. We were sitting on the deck and it went like a mental tornado. I called out “Keme!” when it started to happen, as we were transported. We both arrived there, Niko as teme/dukey/niko and me in the person involved in the assault. We were in the center of a large circle. People were at least 10 deep in the circle. It was a ritual/celebration of the new season and of a new beginning. Nuttah was leading the ritual.  There were all the elders of the 2 clans that survived in the Wolf and Turtle tribe. Some of the Turtle tribe elders did survive in the Wolf clan. I didn’t know that. There was a ritual of rebirth played out by children and adults coming out of the soil. This was pretty involved, I didn’t get a lot of it, but understood the idea. Then they did a reenactment of the assault that ended it for the head of the marauders. We, including teme, were guests of honor. It was pretty strange to see. Very ritualized and drawn out, a lot of drama to each scene. Then at the end, there was a scene with a turtle shell made from branches and hides the size of a man, big.

Sacred Native American Drummers

Sacred Native American Drummers

Then a ritual scene with drums, as a man in a wolf-skin lifted up from under the shell, carried the shell above him and marched around the circle, led by Nuttah. This signified the joining of the clans. The warriors involved in the assault are now considered demigods, teme a full god. He was just on the ground through the entire ceremony with his paws crossed, very relaxed and regal. We ended it by walking to the creek and submersing ourselves, including teme; he actually led. That was cold, still shaking as I write.  Nuttah did a blessing or something while we were in water. No idea what that was. Came out. Everyone knelt and bowed around us  as the drums went to a crescendo and then Niko and I were back. Both a bit confused.

(Notes that I added as we spoke):
Bob said that there were 100’s of people total involved in the ritual. And that it feels like hours that he is there, but mere seconds pass here. “I was gone a lot longer there than what appeared on the clock here”.  He feels like his head is in both worlds simultaneously.

March 16, 2013

Assorted odd events

On the evening of March 8, I was in our upstairs bathroom and I hear LOUD humming in BOTH ears, not just the usual left ear. I go downstairs, and Bob is in stove room with Niko.

“Can you HEAR that??” I ask. He can’t, but he says that Niko did. He had come in for dinner, but couldn’t eat for the focus he had on the upstairs. Niko kept running up the stairs to check out what was going on up there; he definitely sensed something. I didn’t hear Niko running up and down the stairs, but something was obviously in our midst. Unusual for Bob not to sense something.

On March 13, our contractor from the summer that had done some of the flood remediation work comes over again to join Bob for a beer.

“I have to be careful”, Dave says, “The last time I did this, I think I ‘overdid’ it.”

Of course, the “last time” that he’s talking about is when both he and Bob witnessed Lenape braves in the woods across the creek. Dave had gotten up in the midst of an unfinished beer and abruptly left, saying he “thought he had had enough”.

Two days later, on Friday, March 15, I come home from work and Bob has just had an experience at the creek. He calls these experiences his sightings into “The Information Matrix”. The best way I can explain this, is that Bob has, on occasion over the years, had some insight into the “collective consciousness”, or, as he calls it, “The Information Matrix”: where all information available to all of us resides and is represented in a crystal-clear matrix. He says the problem with the glimpses is that they are so brief, and it all seems so clear when he is seeing it, but afterwards, it’s like trying to remember a dream. I know over the years there have been at least 3 of these experiences, but I’ve yet to really understand what it is he sees, or what they are. Bob can’t explain it either, otherwise, I would be better at relating this. One common element all the experiences have is that “They all occur near water…”

Relaxing by the creek with the pups and a fire, Bob gets a glimpse into "The Information Matrix", as he calls it.

Relaxing by the creek with the pups and a fire, Bob gets a glimpse into “The Information Matrix”, as he calls it.