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January 27, 2018

Activity Ramps Up; The Elders Want the Apartment Empty


Well, there is a lot to report. Things have not stopped happening, the problem is that my time to report them is minimal. Considering that each post takes about 45 min. to an hour for me, and there are 505 published posts, well the math adds up to over 500 hrs. of work. That’s a big chunk of time in a working woman’s life. Time excuse aside, I know I owe a lot to ‘catch up’. I would like to… just have to find the time. A list of things to sum up activity over the missing years:

  1. Lois started to knit – and knitting is a very enjoyable activity that often intruded on blog posting.
  2. Things never did stop happening. Just my ability to write it all up and report has been compromised.
  3. The area of the house where it all began in 2009? — we rented it for the last 4 years as an apartment. The 4-year occupant just moved out in December (2017) and son Stewie is about to rent it, starting Feb. 1.
  4. Nuttah has been kidnapped – about a month ago (more on that in future post).
  5. And lastly, sadly, Niko died on my birthday in 2017, and as Niko goes, so goes Tëme.

An internet picture to depict “The Elders”

So, the best way to deal with this backlog of story, I think, is to just start with now. So this is what is happening now. Today is Saturday, January 27, 2018. Sometimes when I write that year (2018), I just can’t believe it is actually that number, so far along. I hear other people saying it too, that what used to be a month now feels like a week of time. Like time is speeding up. I feel that every day; time just slips away, speeding along. I hear young people say it too, so I know it’s not just a factor of age. I think the only people not complaining are 10 and under.

Anyway, back to TODAY. We are home, it’s Saturday. We were expecting 3 things today:

1) A firewood delivery
2) Stewie dropping off the lion’s share of furnishings as part of his move-in process to the now-empty apartment
3) An electrician to wrap up a project that was supposed to take a day (we’re now more than a week into it, because of problems encountered with this 100 yr. old house, wiring and such).

Two of these events have already postponed: 1 & 2. The electrician I’m just waiting to hear from, but given the scenario, there is a good chance he will also postpone. Why, you might wonder? Because the elders have taken over the apartment. Bob went in there last night, he says he was met with strong resistance. He says it was obvious he was not wanted in there and he was shuffled right on out. Upstairs, there was a big noise. He came back to our part of the house a bit perturbed and asked me to go over and check it out. “NO!”, I said – I don’t like putting myself in the midst of that activity, on the chance that I would perceive it, it freaks me out a bit much, like walking into a room full of ghosts. Would you do it? I think not. So why are they there? Well Bob was ‘given’ a bit of a hint overnight in a dream. He was shown that they are there, and they ‘need’ the space to be left alone and empty for their purposes. How was this information conveyed? Why did Stewie postpone, why did Mike, who was bringing the firewood delivery, postpone? Somehow they – the elders – influenced all of that too. Bob got a text from Stew this morning, that he was not prepared yet (truck rentals, etc.) for it to happen today. Bob replied that he was shown last night that this would not happen today.

Here’s how the texting went back and forth:

Stewie: Pushing back the uhaul til tomorrow if that’s okay with you, realized I still have a bunch to prep for it, plus there’s no 17 footers available

Bob’s reply: I saw that last night

Stew: Huh?

Bob: There was activity last night in the apartment, and it was made clear that you would not be here today

Stew: Wow, how?

Bob: The old joints were having some ritual when I went in and made it clear that no one would be allowed in until it was complete, they would delay stuff to ensure that that would not happen, and they kicked me out, essentially.

I guess it was more or less no surprise then when Mike postponed the firewood delivery. So what is his relevance to this scenario? We don’t get firewood in the apartment and it’s delivered to the street on ‘our’ side of the house. But Mike, coincidentally, is also the person that ran the wall replacement project. We’ve been buying firewood from him ever since, so we’re on our 9th year with Mike. The wall is relevant, because it’s when all this activity started – or thereabouts. The electrician? Well, he hasn’t postponed yet, but maybe will because electrical activity might interfere with what they are doing?

Bob just walked in to a text from the electrician: he is “feeling under the weather”, and wants to reschedule to Monday.

So there you go… all three scheduled Saturday events have been ’caused’ to not happen so that the elders can conduct their business in peace. And what is their business? They are discussing the annual ceremony that takes place about this time every year; every year since (our year) 2013 anyway. So this would have been the 5 year anniversary celebration of saving the Lenape tribe from annihilation.  Bob was part of that time-travel foray into their time to assist both with strategizing and the actual event. So was Duke/Tëme/Niko; they were instrumental. I say “They”, but they exist in the body of one. As does Bob and his (their time) avatar. Hard to explain, I won’t get into the details of this now. But Bob believes that the elders are trying to remedy the problem of not having Nuttah there to perform the proper ceremony. Nuttah is now an important Shaman (woman), and because of that, she has been kidnapped. I will get into that in another post, because Bob (and avatar) has been part of that scenario as well. Nuttah has not been able to communicate much since her kidnapping and we don’t know where she is being ‘kept’. Prior to this, we did hear from her occasionally, enough to know that she still could and would communicate. All for future posts, I did document it all.

So you see, there is lots to post. I am overwhelmed in a way with the volume/magnitude of it, but all I can do is chip away slowly, one post at a time. And leave the elders to their important task.

If you want to catch up on the past events that led to the ceremony they have now at the beginning of every year, here is a link to the one I wrote up last year, which then includes links to the event that started it:
https://whosetimeisit.wordpress.com/2017/02/05/the-annual-ceremony-commemorating-the-big-event/

 

 

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February 5, 2017

The Annual Ceremony Commemorating the “Big Event”


A sample of a Native American "Medicine Wheel", and its symbology

A sample of a Native American “Medicine Wheel”, and its symbology

It didn’t dawn on me until a couple of days after my latest post about the arrangement of laundry on the bed, that it was probably a ceremonial event. If you have read this blog from the beginning, then you know that most of the first 3 years of it (2010 -2013) were leading up to an event that occurred in January of 2013. And then in subsequent January’s after that event, there was usually some kind of ‘acknowledgement’ of that event, in the form of a celebration or ceremony. I am learning that ceremony was critical and essential to the Native American way of life.
So since we believe that the key event happened on January 3, 2013 or thereabouts, I should not have been surprised that on January 6th of THIS year, 2017, there was a visit from Nuttah and that she left a sign. I think the clothing on the bed the night we came home on Jan. 6 was a symbol; the ‘Healing Circle’, ‘Ceremonial Circle’ or the ‘Medicine Wheel’. Is it too much of a stretch that I think the clothing arrangement has the ring (so to speak) of a Medicine Wheel? I don’t know, maybe so, but I think no coincidence.

The rotated and manipulated (more or less flattened) picture of the laundry arranged on the bed

A 'live" version of a healing circle or medicine wheel. Was the clothing on the bed supposed to indicate one?

A ‘live” version of a healing circle or medicine wheel. Was the clothing on the bed supposed to indicate one?  From the site: http://mesacreativearts.com/html/medicinewheel.html

Here is a little bit of the history starting with this post from Christmas Day of 2012:

https://whosetimeisit.wordpress.com/2012/12/26/dreams-and-strategy/

Then shortly after the strategy post, there was this one called “The Day it Happened”. This was dated 1/3/13:

https://whosetimeisit.wordpress.com/2013/01/04/jan-3-2013-the-day-it-happened/

Here’s an excerpt from that day:

“It has taken me weeks to figure out how to properly portray this scene, because it was easily the most significant, most terrifying and most life-changing of anything that has happened thus far, and that is saying a lot. Suffice it to say, Niko is alive and still with us. Bob returned unscathed as well, thankfully, as it was not lost on me that if Niko might not survive the venture, it was possible Bob might not either. But they are both back. There were only two minor injuries amongst the strategizers; neither was Bob or Niko, it was the two other braves/warriors that were helping them. The one Bob calls the “buddy”, the “evil one”, who is the leader of the Central American marauders was “taken out” as it were.” He is gone. Done. Annihilated.

And here, from January of 2014, a year AFTER the “EVENT”:
https://whosetimeisit.wordpress.com/2014/01/08/a-weekend-of-events/

And then on January 6th of 2016, 1 year ago:
https://whosetimeisit.wordpress.com/2016/01/06/flowers-and-a-visit-in-january/

As a side note, I think the only reason that 2015 is missing, is because that falls in the period of “lost months”, about 18 of them, when I kept track of events, but couldn’t find the time to form them into posts.

Here is a description of the meaning of a Native American “Medicine Wheel”:

2017-01-sacred-number-4“All Medicine Wheels are tools for teaching people about their place in the Universe and their relationship to all things created by the “Sacred Mystery”.
And this quote from https://americanindianshistory.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-sacred-number-four-over-length-and.html” Most of [the] festivals and celebrations had symbolical or direct allusions to the four points of the compass. The ceremony of smoking, without which no treaty could be commenced or ratified, was usually begun by the chief of the tribe exhaling tobacco-smoke toward the four quarters of the earth. Among some tribes other points were also recognized, as, for example, one in the sky and one in the earth. All these points had their symbolical colours, and were presided over by various animal or other divinities. Thus the Apaches took black for the east, white for the south, yellow for the west, and blue for the north, the Cherokees red, white, black, and blue for the same points, and the Navahos white, blue, yellow, and black, with white and black for the lower regions and blue for the upper or ethereal world.

And then this quote from the same site where I got that picture of the stone Medicine Wheel above:

What is a Medicine Wheel?
“Forms of ceremonial circles exist all around the world, from the great stone circles of Europe to Hindu mandalas.  A Medicine Wheel is an ancient form of ceremonial circle used by Native Americans for teaching, meditation, prayer, healing, and celebration.  Just as stained glass windows and mosaics in ancient Christian cathedrals were used to teach Bible stories to people who could not read, so too were Medicine Wheels used to instruct The People.  From stories and oral history associated with the quadrants and individual stones of The Wheel, they learned about their relationship with Nature and the Spirit World, the cycles of life, connection to their past, and the interconnectedness of all things.  They were also used as gathering places for ceremony and celebration and acted as connection points to contact the unseen world of the “Grandfathers” or Spirit Beings.    In that respect, a Medicine Wheel also functions as an altar.  In her book about altars, Beautiful Necessities, author Kay Turner writes, “Altars mark the potential for communication and exchange between different but necessarily connected worlds, the Human and the Divine.  They make visible that which is invisible and bring near that which is far away.”  Wheels were designed to meet the needs and beliefs of those who created them and are still used today.”

And here is an assortment of ‘wheels’ that involve the turtle:

 medicine_wheel_by_my_little_native turtle-medicine-wheel-2  turtle-medicine-wheel-3
 turtle-medicine-wheel-5  turtle_border 2017-01-sacred-number-4
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:
2016-02-11-Niko-Duke-Teme-Teme

December 30, 2015

A Christmas Day Event!


December 25, 2015 — Christmas Morning — We are officially 6 years into our “events” as of this day. It started in December of 2009. I know that is hard to believe, at least for me it is… I have a hard time with the speed at which time passes, but I believe that is one of the pitfalls of age. Bob and I are both approaching our 60th!! birthdays. Goodness, how time flies. But I divert… I came down Christmas morning, and Bob asked me to look at an email he sent. He’d been up earlier with the dogs, who always, no matter how late we try to sleep, get us up before 8 AM (or at least get Bob up by 8 AM, sometimes earlier). We are LUCKY if we can sleep til 8. So here is the text of the email:

“Came out to office with dups this morning, Niko and Lu went right to door, Niko was whining to get in, Lu was making the strangest sound, not a whine, not a bark, didn’t even know what it was at first, didn’t think it was coming from Lu. Opened the office door and all three piled in ahead of me. Found this:

2015-12-25-Cross-in-Office
So there is a cross on the office chair. I should explain “office”. It’s not the office we have in the house, it’s an outer building, and it actually now houses an elliptical exercise machine that Bob and I use. We no longer use it as an “office” per se, but still refer to it as “the office”. In the infamous Ivan flood of 2004, this building was up to its windows in water, so we no longer use it as the home office. So there this cross sat, made out of the rolled up shades that our son Stewie had hung when he, for a time, used this out-building as his bedroom. They have sat out there since, and this day, Christmas Day, Nuttah (?) had seen fit to arrange them on a chair in a cross shape. So that means she does at least understand the meaning of our holiday, which is saying something, because Christianity is not something they would have even known about. She must be picking up the clues from present day.

As always, Stewie's paper doll character mysteriously shows up whenever he arrives in person.

As always, Stewie’s paper doll character mysteriously shows up whenever he arrives in person.

But speaking of Stewie, he and his girlfriend came out to visit and to stay overnight on Christmas Day. At one point, I was wondering if the Stewie “character” had joined us yet, as inevitably, every time Stewie had visited, his paper character would also mysteriously show up somewhere too. Never in the same place, but it would always make an appearance. I hadn’t seen the character yet, and Bob reported he had not either. I have certain places I do look for the arrival of the Stewie character, and sometime later on Christmas evening, I found him. And here he is, on the hutch in the foyer, hiding behind this silly Oaxacan donkey. I have yet to post all the year’s worth of appearances of this character, but he shows up every time the actual Stewie does, and when we say good-bye to Stew, the character is always still there, and then Stewie leaves, and we come back in the house and it’s gone. I don’t have any idea where he “resides” in the intervals, but certainly nowhere that we can find him.

 

September 25, 2013

Bob Experiences another Ceremony to Honor Niko


The night of September 23rd, we both had a perfectly lousy night of sleep. The dogs all had gotten a new batch of fleas, and although we’d treated them, it had not yet taken effect. It was a miserable night of scratching for them, and sleep interruption for us. How long does it take these flea meds to work! Then, to compound that problem, some strange animal was making noise right outside our window. It would get very close, somewhere in the yard, then move away. It was making the oddest, saddest sound, but didn’t sound like it was being harmed or attacked. I have no idea what this strange creature was. Then, Bob had a dream: another ceremonial dream honoring Niko.

Bob’s email to me the next morning:
“Rough night of sleep, starting with the dogs scratching then the ceremonial dream, then the dogs scratching, then the noise outside, then the dogs scratching. Tell me what to get and I will do it on way home. I will make vet appointment too. They have to be miserable.  Then the dogs scratching….and whining.”

Later, Bob was to elaborate on the ceremonial dream he had:

“The ceremony was interesting because now they have incorporated a little bit of the stuff from the spring celebration and honoring of the guys that got rid of my “buddy”.  Also the merging of the wolf/turtle tribes. Teme/Dukey/Niko and my avatar were put at the north point with a collar of white feathers on each. There was a woman in yellow dried flowers directly across facing us. To the right or west was another old woman covered in some brackish tar like substance and some blue feathers and other stone of blue holding a deer skull with antlers. Then there was Nuttah in red face paint with a snake skin necklace and turtle shell pendant and wolf skin. All surrounded by the tribe with drums rattles and something else I couldn’t see but sounded flute-like. Lots of words said and bowing and offering to sky. It ended with a solemn walk away from the cross to another large fire at the end of the village. Then they broke into a feast…  I, of course, didn’t get to stay for that. Anyway, hope you slept well.”

And my email back to Bob, 9:04 AM: I don’t know what that animal or bird is, I heard it one time before, it was across the creek one night when I had the pups out late. It freaked me out. As loud as it was in bedroom, you should hear it outside, when you’re not expecting it. Gave me chills and hurried me right in. I tried to spot something with flashlight, but couldn’t. Last night it sounded like it was up high, and the sound also moved around, which would mean it’s not necessarily a “distress” sound, unless it was being hauled away. Guess it could have been something caught by a night bird.

Great ceremony! I was trying to tie in what you described with the arrangement left on my desk: I brought the four clover points in on Sunday, and arranged them in a cross. Nuttah then elaborated on it, as pictured below. She now sits at the point closest me, opposite her is the paper heart, the other 2 points have the pewter turtle with a stone heart atop, and also a wolf pup, and opposite that point is your stone. I will send you a picture. I tried to interpret it last night to no avail. Wish you could have stayed for feast, wonder what that would have been like to taste that food. You never have, have you, tasted the food?

Here is a picture of the arrangement that I found on my desk after Bob’s description of the ceremony. I can only hope that these ceremonial events will somehow help Niko (and the others he carries with him) to recover:

Nuttah's illustration of the Ceremony to Honor Niko

Nuttah’s illustration of the Ceremony to Honor Niko

July 8, 2013

The ritual to help Niko’s behavior


After the bite incident, Kate continued to recover, and Bob and I were severely admonished for “betraying” Niko. This was evident almost immediately, and I was in complete confusion and denial as to why. How were we betraying Niko? I put it out of my mind, since I thought the way we reacted was appropriate and necessary. I really wasn’t sure what part of it was being objected to. It was literally the first time in 3 years that I’d questioned anything about Nuttah’s judgment. It just didn’t make any sense. Kate was doing well, and in my opinion, that was really all that mattered. We would deal with Niko as time went on, so Bob appealed to Nuttah for help with this odd behavior. It went along the lines of “What is the problem, and what can we do to help him?”

Monday morning, July 8, at 7 AM, Bob wrote me this email:

“I asked again last night, I think I might have had some response: I was shown an intensity of fear that was instantaneous and it just as quickly dissipated. The intensity was shown to me and then equated to my most intense negative emotional moment in my entire life. That was something I didn’t want to relive, I still have a slight hangover from that re-experience. I am not sure that it is anything more than a dream, seems so long since I have had any connection that I doubt myself on this.

Duke with his favorite ball and his reflective collar

Duke with his favorite ball and his reflective collar

It was only initially through Nuttah that I “saw” what was going on and how to approach it. The larger part was through the old joints and Tëme. There is a “ritual”: I have a hard time seeing myself doing it, or at least doing it with sincerity, and that is apparently important. It also involves a talisman from a former embodiment, a necklace or something from Dukey, something that contains some of his energy. I don’t know what that is to be, all we have is his toys, can’t see how I am to tie a ball around Niko or whatever. I feel stupid even writing this. Really can’t see me doing any ritual with sincerity, which sort of defeats the purpose. Anyway, I will try, but can’t believe Niko will walk around with a ball hanging off him willingly.

I may have to do it several times and I certainly won’t be doing it in public. Also, I am supposed to say it in a derivation of Lenape, not completely Lenape, sort of a sacred language that I think contained some Maya words, Manche Chol dialect to be precise. That will be interesting. I guess it could be equated to computer language, writing code to correct or change a program, when I say it that way it doesn’t sound so stupid. Regardless I will try… in private.

Later, same day, at 9:07 AM, my email back to Bob:

“Well, there are two things that might work for this “talisman”, that I came across lately, if I am interpreting this ritual and what it’s about correctly. For one, we have Dukey’s collar; it has his name on it, and I also have a little bag of hair that came from him. Maybe the collar alone would work? If necessary, I could sew a little pouch to it that contained the hair. Does it have to be a ball hanging off him or just something attached to him? Can you describe better what the problem is, what the fear is? I hope this will work. Any contact Niko has with anyone now makes me very nervous, and you can’t get around the fact that he has bitten people in the face three times, at least that we know of. In the past, and without his history as part of what’s going on here, I wouldn’t have tolerated that for a second. I can only rationalize letting him stay because he is somehow part of everything, and seems to be here for a bigger purpose. Because there is simply nothing rational about it, especially three times. But we’ll see how this goes, I wouldn’t assume it was a dream, it sounds good to me. Just start working on it. What do you have to do that would be embarrassing to be seen doing?

Email from Bob, later same morning, 9:37 AM:
We have Dukey’s collar?! Leave it out for me. I was thinking all we had was old toys, couldn’t see that working. Something very traumatizing happened to him at a very young age, equated the level of emotional response to me. I don’t know what it is, but it is extreme. I will start tonight, he has done too much for us, apparently more than we know, to not help him.

Me at 10:49 AM:
Funny, I was just going to get the collar from where I put it and leave it out for you, and it was gone. I had put the collar on the shelves against the wall where my knitting and stuff is. I thought, “Great, just when we need it, it’s gone”. But then I had this thought, “Maybe it is already on Niko?” I went to go check, and as I turned to go, I spotted the collar: it had been moved to the table in front of the big screen TV. Right there, where you couldn’t miss it if watching. Now I was watching something on that TV last night and I think I would have noticed if the collar was sitting there. Anyway, I have it, I’ll leave it out. We’ll work with him. What is it that you have to do?

Bob, later, 11:09 AM:
“So you are saying the collar was moved? We/I have to perform, repeatedly, a ceremony honoring him for all he has done to protect us, to honor him for having given himself up in order to be with us, to honor him for his willingness to die for our safety, to honor him for his willingness to confront his only fear to be among us. Those are the four points I must honor. I have to do this each in proper order to the four cardinal points. I have to do it for 5 cycles. That means once a month. It was also made shamefully clear (having a feeling of shame/embarrassment right now acknowledging this to you) that Nuttahs’ father would never have abandoned or forsaken a friend, nor would any man of honor. Makes me kind of sick to my stomach to acknowledge those feelings. Anyway, I will do what I can. I don’t know that I am capable.”

Well, the bottom line is, that it is worth a try if it can possibly help him.

April 2, 2013

Some new changes on my desk – What do they mean?


On April 2, 2013, at 6 AM, Bob sent me this email:

I meant to mention to you that I had a somewhat odd occurrence last night. Had it not been for the recent (3 years) history it would probably have just been considered a curiosity and forgotten. Before I went up to bed, I was getting everything ready and the last thing I remember doing was putting wood on the fire and I was getting ready to take the pups out one more time. I was in the kitchen at the door putting my shoes on. The next thing I knew, I was sitting in the chair in the stove room with Niko sitting in front of me and looking directly into my eyes. Felt like I was coming out of a trance, but I suppose I could have just fallen asleep. I don’t know how I got there and I don’t remember being that tired. I also had my shoes on, and normally I would have taken them off and left them at the door. Anyway, thought I would mention it.

Also, what time did you come home or come upstairs last night? I heard Niko tapping around in the bathroom and then going down the stairs around ten, was that by himself or was he up there to accompany you?

My response to Bob, April 2, 2013 at 8:05 am: I think what you described was an “Experience” last night. The reason I think that is because Nuttah’s arrangement on my desk was new/different when I came in and I heard buzzing in the bathroom for the first time in awhile. I also had, what appeared to be my first ever destruction dream, or at least one that I remember. It was not in the way that you and the Lao woman dream them, but it was one nevertheless. My dreams come at me more interpretively, I think, in that there is a lot of symbolism I have to figure out. Anyway, this was one, but the destruction seemed to be caused by drought. Do you remember “going anywhere” when you were in the chair?

Here is a picture of the change on my desk the previous night, the night of Bob’s trance experience. Looking at this now, I realize there is something in it I never noticed before, and I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know where it went after that: There is a blue jay feather along the back in front of my desktop speaker. It’s actually made of wood – I do own it, but I don’t know where it was before this scene, and then it disappeared afterwards, but it now seems appropriate that it was used here. However, I have difficulty interpreting this entire scene. Turtles at 3 points, hearts piled on top of each other, and Bob’s stone, with a blue-jay feather. And of course, Nuttah:

The scene on my desk the evening of April 1. That same evening, Bob had an "Experience".

The scene on my desk the evening of April 1. That same evening, Bob had an “Experience”.

I actually remembered two dreams that night. In the second one, the father from that movie “The Proposal” (Craig T. Nelson) opened a piece of our mail (addressed to Bob, I think), claiming that he “was looking for the sports page”. It was an Amazon package or something similar and contained a book about the Lenape. I was reading the captions: short paragraphs about rituals and ceremonies and the strength of the Lenape culture. Maybe this dream was meant to juxtapose the cultural differences between the dysfunction of that movie and the way it trivializes our culture vs. the strength of the Lenape rituals. Like I said, very interpretive. I’m lucky to just remember them, let alone understand my dreams.

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:

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January 11, 2013

Will we have to leave the “Land of the Turtles”?


A couple of days later, Bob sent me this email:

1/11/13, 8:15 AM Bob: Had a disturbing “dream” at some point last night, woke very upset. Saw a preliminary “planning session”, more like a sweat lodge stint. It was followed by a ceremony in the main long house to “listen to the ancestors” via smoke and ornaments placed at the four directional points. There was a meditation involving Nuttah and some “leaders” that I have not seen before. The purpose of this was to get direction on how to properly honor the ancestors/spirits involved in the freeing of their land and people from my “buddy”.

Then it got depressing. They showed me some pretty disturbing stuff, not unlike what I have seen before for our area. Different this time because it was made clear that we may likely have to leave, (this is an approximation) Tulpehakink, (“the land of the turtles”) which, I think, is where we live (their land) and go to, funny, as I am writing this I am hearing the words in my mind:

welakamike nihelatamweokan (well-ah-ka-mee-kay/ Nigh-la-tom-wee-o-kan)

I am not sure what it means exactly, but it is essentially escaping our land to freedom/safety. It is  pretty disturbing, a sense of foreboding has been with me all the way in and is still, I was listening to C2C and it is like the dream was tied to this show. I had to turn it off because it was too disconcerting. Niko was clearly disturbed this morning, waiting on the stairs when I came down, growling at something. He had pooped on the floor in basement, I cleaned that up (roughly). I let them both out, Stupey would not come out of crate, literally had to drag her by collar, don’t know if that was because it was a routine change or whether the presence/sensation was so strong that even she felt it. Enough of that, too unnerving.

An Indian Migration

Me just narrating: Bob’s first Lenape word there, “welakamike” translates literally (from the site “Talk-Lenape.org“) as: “a pretty place (such as a park); good land”.
The second word “nihelatamweokan“, translates as “Freedom”.
Used together, I am guessing that this phrase means a place of “good land” where we can still be free. But “the land of the turtles”, or Tulpehocken / Tulpehakink will have to be abandoned. Unfortunately, this is completely in line with guests that I hear on Coast-to-Coast. I still resist becoming one of those “preppers”, but how long can we ignore the clues? The messages have been repetitive, and they have been clear. And it is not one single source that they come from, but several.

I looked up the “Coast” program that Bob refers to in his email, and found that it was about this:

“Author and researcher Larry Kelley joined John B. Wells to discuss scenarios preceding the decline and demise of great civilizations, such as the United States, and how lessons from history can provide solutions needed to reverse the downward trend.”

If we can.

January 9, 2013

Bob gets to visit with dogs of the past


It was the next day, and Bob sent me this email. The reference to “Pink and Dukey” below, is about two of our dogs that have since passed on:

1/9/13, 7:50 AM:  Had some time with Pink and Dukey last night. It is always so natural and so real, I don’t immediately realize how privileged I am, when I do it is overwhelming. It didn’t last long, but at least it happened. All seems to be well with Nuttah and her group, which seems to be a blending of several small groups that were affected by my buddy and his “friendly guys”. They are planning a new ceremony to commemorate the event and to honor those involved. It will be performed every year at this time. I can’t help thinking this is all coming to a close. Very mixed feeling about this.

Me, 9:30 AM: I thought there might be some activity last night, the drums were really loud. Quiet when I first came up, later, louder than I’ve heard yet. I don’t think things will stop, you are a hero to them, why would it? She will not just abandon you now like a tool to dispose of, I don’t know what indication you would have to even think that way, the way the past 3 years have been. Glad you got to see Dukey, Pink last night, how are they doing? Where is the group right now? Are they where they were when all this started? What will the ceremony be and what will it entail? I wonder if current-day Lenape still perform it?

Bob responded with this email: I don’t know that I am a “hero”. It was just part of the big picture.
I don’t know where exactly the encampment is, it is not their camp along our creek, that was completely destroyed, it will be cleansed and rebuilt in the spring. I have no idea what the ceremony will entail, but it will be an honoring ceremony and a ceremony of thanks for saving the people and culture. Dukey and Pink were wonderful. Their coats have a shine, aura like, a radiance that lights the area around them, they are just wonderful to see. Overwhelming to even write about. I so wish I could share this with you, it seems unfair.

Then the night of January 9th, when Bob got home, he told me that Niko had gone berserk in the basement and completely shredded his bed. Something seemed to have spooked him, but what? There were no changes in the house when I got home, but just a mild buzzing.

I think Nuttah wanted to do something nice for Bob after all these events and his key role in making them happen. Giving him an opportunity to visit with Dukey and Pink was the perfect thing. I’m glad he got to do that; don’t know how it happens, but I don’t question anymore anything that Nuttah can do. I don’t know what Niko shredding his bed was about, maybe there were “visitors” during the day. My overall feeling about how things will go from here, is that she will continue to have contact with us. I hope there is nothing else on the horizon for them that is so destructive. But that’s kind of stupid to say, we all know how it went in the years to come. But I disagree with Bob that it will just abruptly end, I don’t think that he was just a “tool”. But some thoughts were formulating in my head at this point that I verbalized to Bob a little later in the month, and regretted it immediately. But there is more to report before that.