Archive for February, 2016

February 21, 2016

Dreams, Vibrations, and Bob hears Drums


Nuttah looks out the window

Nuttah & a heart; facing out the window toward the creek behind the house

Thursday night, February 18, coming home from work, I got out of my car in the driveway and immediately noticed the ‘hum/buzz’. I have not heard it in a LONG time, months really; a couple of times since fall, at best. I wondered momentarily what this was about now, as it kind of ‘followed’ me into the house. This was, at one time a couple years ago, a pretty daily event, but not so much now. Not sure what to attribute this to… maybe the ‘travel’ is hard on her as well. O r with her boy, now 3, she doesn’t ‘get out as much’. Or is this what the ‘buzz’ is even about? I often equated it to drumming or music from ‘their time’ bleeding over into ours. I mentioned to Bob that I’d heard it Thursday, I think this was Friday when I said this, and he told me then that he’d been hearing drums and music for almost 2 weeks. He hadn’t said anything til now so I was surprised. At about that time, I’d gone upstairs to our bedroom and I found that Nuttah was now on the air conditioner facing out the window, looking toward the creek in the back. There was a heart in front of her, pointed outward also and the picture is included here.

Dups arranged on table

The Niko-Duke-Teme-Teme combo that inhabits Niko, is again arranged with Bob’s stone on his bedside table.

Then on Saturday, we were doing stuff around the house, here and there; our usual Saturday chores and what-not. Bob had taken a clock-radio he found in the basement up to try out the radio on his side of the bed. He can’t get reception on his side well enough to hear Coast to Coast at night and sometimes he wishes he could, but this radio was no better. I went up a bit later and I noticed the dog-cutouts were again all arranged like they are in this picture. Bob said when he was testing the radio, they’d all been just laying around the table, knocked over since my last post about it Feb. 10.

The only other thing to mention is that in the early hours of dawn Saturday morning, I had an odd dream about a cat. It was not one of our cats (we still have two) but a similar one in black and white. What was notable about this dream is that it was apparent to me that the cat teleported somehow. Like it was in one world, and then suddenly it was in another, and the ‘other’ is the one I was seeing it in. I’m not sure how this was obvious, but again, it’s a dream, and that’s how dreams are. I’ve gotten much better at remembering them lately, but I’m making a specific effort about doing this every night, and then recording them when I can remember. It seems to get easier as you do.

Bob mentioned today that last night, he had one of his ‘travel through history’ dreams. He was flying over the places he ‘was shown’, and able to look from current times back through millenia into history. I wish he would write this up while fresh in his mind

February 14, 2016

A drop-in visit and a glimpse of a ceremony


A couple of days later, on the morning of Feb. 10, Bob wrote me this email:

Ritual-Fire

An impressionist internet picture I found of a ‘ritual fire ceremony’ to possibly illustrate what Bob was getting glimpses of.

“Drums and rattles were back in full force last night, loud. The sound machine did not even effect the clarity, it is like the two don’t exist on same plane of reality. Kept getting flashes of scenes of ritual dancing around large fire. Nuttah was involved as the high priestess or medicine woman or whatever they designate her as, never was able to get clear long vision , just glimpses. Quite a few people, looked like more than just the one village. ”

The ‘sound machine’ is a new device I just recently bought to drown out noises. Here is a link to it on amazon: http://www.amazon.com/LectroFan-Jr-White-Machine-Options/. It’s called the LectroFan White Noise Machine. It works. I can now turn off the air conditioner (have been running fan only) in the middle of a cold winter. Bob gets up early, before dawn, in the dark, and as a HUGE favor to me, he gets all the dups out to do their business so they don’t wake me up to do this an hour after he leaves, which they inevitably would. Hence, the need for the noise-drown-out machine, plus, our corner can get noisy in the morning with school buses, plows, landscape trucks with trailers bouncing over the bridge, garbage trucks that actually have this technique of backing up a street to a house to pick up the trash. You know… beep-beep-beep, etc. Only in the country could they do that.  Anyway, that is the reference in Bob’s email to the ‘sound machine’.

Feb. 11, my morning email to Bob included this:

“You know your dups are rearranged on your bedside table again? All standing up. Were you aware of anything?”

He was not. But it had just been the night before, that Bob had heard the drums and rattles and glimpses of a ceremony, that I mentioned above. Below is the picture of Bob’s table scene. Not much different from the prior posting, but nevertheless, it was new and in a different spot:
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February 14, 2016

She visits and leaves an arrangement


We came home Friday night, Feb. 5th to a change in the arrangement. Four of the dog-characters: Niko, Duke and two wolves were combined into one character on Bob’s bedside table, along with Bob’s special stone. Which reminds me… I was watching a program on perhaps one of the history channels where a guy who is a geologist or paleontologist? can analyze the age of carvings in stones. For instance, petroglyphs would lend themselves to this, as in Nuttah’s stone petroglyph. I wish I could remember his name because I would look him up, however, I doubt that I’d let the stone leave here and mail it to him for analysis so I guess remembering who he was really doesn’t matter. Although I am really curious about that stone.

Here is the arrangement of Bob’s side of bed:
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Here is another version of the same scene (flash didn’t go off, so it’s pretty orange). I spread out the paper characters, so it’s more obvious how they are piled up:

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2016-02-05-Nuttah-on-tableOn my side of the bed was another arrangement. I have pictured it here to the left. No flash on this one either, so it appears more ‘orange”. On my side was Nuttah’s character with a heart in front and 2 little tins of my moisturizer behind, looking in this picture for all the world like a set of wings. I asked Bob if, when he came home earlier, he’d had any sense of her presence or if the dogs had acted any differently at all. “No, not a thing”, he said.

So we were left to wonder what this unexpected visit was about. Ha – unexpected… as if any of them are “expected”. Unusual and always fascinating, so I continue to just log things as they happen.