Archive for ‘The early days’

June 1, 2010

Event #66: Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Well, yes, it’s been awhile. I will confess, we were both getting worried. Something happened, which I can’t really get into, and we thought we might have stopped the activity somehow. I kind of knew in some part of myself, that if all these events were as portrayed above, it would not just “end” like this. So we just waited.
I looked every night at the bureau; at the hearts and the stone and the angel, and nothing at all had changed. I put the daisy chain bracelet out; nothing. I was worried. Bob was worried. It’s been more than 10 days, the longest time between “events” yet. So tonight I was a little “heartened” (no pun intended) to find something on the bureau (and elsewhere) had changed. The first thing I noticed was that the stone was missing. The second thing was the daisy chain was formed into another heart. I screwed it up already. The angel was at a different angle. But WHERE was that special stone? My first thought was that she took it back. She had left it with Bob for safe-keeping and we hadn’t been totally safe with it (or so I thought). I looked around. It was not on Bob’s table. It was not on the bureau anywhere. I looked over at my bedside table. And there seemed to be something different on the base of my lamp. I couldn’t tell until I walked over there, but there it was: the stone – on the base of the lamp facing where I would be in the bed. Hmmmmmmmmm….

And here are the emails that went back and forth with us the next morning:
Bob to me:
I am not certain, but I think Nuttah may have been there last night. I was so exhausted I’m not sure if I was dreaming or if she was there. I hope she was actually, I am starting to worry. Just what I need, someone else to worry about.

And mine back to Bob:
Nuttah was there. She arranged the daisy chain into a heart, moved the angel a bit, and moved your special stone. At first I couldn’t find it, I was afraid that she may have taken it back with her because it was not on your bed side table. I looked around, and found it on the base of the lamp on my bedside table. I was getting kind of “worried” too, I guess is the word. Oh, one other thing that was amiss, and I wonder if you left it like this; the door at the top of the steps was closed tightly, as if the air conditioner was on. But the fans were on. Joe was with you.

And Bob’s email to me:
No, I didn’t close the door. That is not even easy to do, try it.
I’m glad she was at least there. I do worry about her. That is the only and most appropriate word.

May 22, 2010

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Shortly after the “stone” event, Bob sent me this picture to better understand the time-dimensional aspect of what might be happening. I continue to try to grasp this, but I think I might have to find the site where this came from to read more… I just don’t think that we as humans are really wired to understand this. I know I’m not. I know what we are experiencing is truly off the charts, but I have no real idea what it is, or how it is happening. So here I have inserted this graphic and here is a link to the site it came from:

A stack of Universes... do I understand this? No.

May 21, 2010

Event #65: Friday, May 21, 2010

And then in the morning, this was Bob’s email to me:
I took a mini-vacation last night. As is always the case, nothing Nuttah does or shows me is without significance. We sat by the creek last night, just her, teme and me, although I could see and hear the others behind us, it seemed to be for some time, but I know time is relative to the circumstance, so perception is, in this case, irrelevant. She motioned and spoke to me about her happiness that I was there and then brought up the meteor again. This time she showed me a stone she carved depicting the event. But it was not my event, at least, not this most recent event. It was one she and her father had together that had an apparently profound impact and significance to him personally and the clan as a whole. The stone was of emotional significance to both her and her father. Very strong emotions were imparted when I saw it. It was just a little stupey gold stone with very crude scratched lines depicting the meteor and lines indicating herself and her father. I didn’t get the full significance of the event, not because I couldn’t but because she determined not to tell all, yet. Another very interesting development is that I noticed last night, I am understanding what she says when she speaks, but now, like a dream, I don’t remember the words AT ALL when I return. No idea whether it is me or her doing something, I suspect both. I’ll write or tell more later, have manual labor to do. See you tonight.

And then my email back to Bob:
You’re not going to believe this, but she left the stone on the dresser. I came up and noticed the hearts moved, pointing at you, but on closer inspection, the one I thought was a heart, was not; it was a stone, just like you described. I don’t know if you saw me turn on the light at the bureau to see it better. I did not interpret the one scratch as a meteor, but one roughly looked like an “N”. I thought it was her initial. There is something on the back as well. I’ll take a picture and send it to you, but I guess you don’t really need it; you’ve already seen it. I thought that was a new twist: her objects being left in the room. Now I know what that was about. Was it clear that your meteor sighting was an “event”?

A special carved stone from "HER" time!

And Bob sent this to me:
Send a picture, don’t lose the stone! That would be unbelievable! Yes, it is an event beyond doubt. What you perceived as an “N” is two stick figures joined. The taller stick being her father, the smaller her, hands holding between.

And again, I will insert this amazing picture of a stone she brought forth to our century in 2010 from when… 1615 AD?

May 20, 2010

Event #64: Thursday, May 20, 2010

WOW!, This is a first! Just like in the early parts of this blog of events, at some point there is a first time we are experiencing something. Like the first time something (the TV remote) moved. The first time Bob sensed the presence of a “being”. The first time he went “there”. The first history lesson. And now – another first. This “first” is that she brought something forth from her period and left it with us! We have one of her objects – well, she brought it for Bob, I should say. I came up Thursday night to get ready for bed. And, as I always do now, I looked toward the bureau; the corner where the little angel sits, and where the heart-charms sit in front of her. On numerous occasions, I have described the moving of the angel and the hearts, all of course pointing to or sitting next to Bob on his bedside table.

A special carved stone from "HER" time!

This time though, I couldn’t figure out what I was looking at. The silver heart charm was pretty clear; that sat on the corner, pointed at Bob, and it had been flipped to it’s “up” side – the side with a pattern on it. But behind it was something new, something I didn’t recognize. I peered at it in the dark. I couldn’t make it out. I picked it up and took it near the TV. Still couldn’t make it out. I turned on the light on the dresser. It was obviously a little stone, only about 1” x 1.5”, goldish, with some crudely carved lines in it. Deep scratches, but sharp and clear, like they’d never had time to get worn or smoothed over.  One was a deep-cut long “V”, the other looked like a sort of crude “N” or “H”. I flipped it over and on the back was what looked to me like an arrow, or maybe a star. Included here is the picture; the heart and the stone.

The Stone's reverse side

May 15, 2010

Event #63: Saturday, May 15, 2010

There were a couple of things moved about the bedroom during the day on Saturday, and Bob told me as we were working outside that “she is there now”. I went up to see if I could “sense” that, but I think she was already gone. I did find the little angel turned toward Bob, and also, the small metal heart-charm was on his bedstand, with the end pointed toward him. I hung around for a bit, but sensed absolutely nothing. Earlier in the day though, I had asked Bob about Thursday night. I had trouble getting to sleep, and was up around 1, and I think Bob was too. I had the usual weird feelings, and when I asked if she’d been there, he told me she had. That she was just sitting by the side of the bed with her hand on his arm. So maybe I can pick it up. By the way, those weird feelings usually make me feel like I might be getting sick, but this time there was an added twist; I felt a “swirling”, kind of a motion sensation that made me feel like if I concentrated on it, or “went with it”, as it were, that it might crank up and go faster, and that maybe?, it’s the beginnings of the time travel. Or is it an out-of-body experience?

May 11, 2010

Event #61-62: Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Tonight, when I came up to bed, the door to our part of the house was ajar. We keep it closed so Joe stays in that part of the house; that is his “territory”. That was just the first thing odd that I noticed. As I entered the room, I also saw two books laying out; one on the same table on the corner as before, however now facing toward someone entering the room, and not leaving it, and the other sitting on the little green rocking chair. Here is a picture. So before I went to bed, I went to my computer and wrote Bob an email so he’d get it in the morning.

2 Books laid out; one on corner table, the other on the green rocking chair

Me: Any explanation for the books? Door ajar? Seems like when she’s around and you are fishing, that she picks out fishing books to put in your path. Although maybe there is a message that I’m missing there? By the way, did you put your slippers in your closet on a shelf a couple shelves up? I had this thought today that sometimes she might think we are dense beyond belief. Signals and cues we miss perhaps? Or at least that I miss?

Reply from Bob: I didn’t put them on a shelf. I put them in the bottom of the closet awhile back. Had a mini-trip at about 9:50 last night. Nuttah and the elder gents streamside. The elder joint that is not from the clan said something to me “ela or ila or ile” something along those lines. Interesting because they don’t generally converse so directly. Nuttah was very adamant last night about her concern for me and not wanting to lose me again. She doesn’t appear to be as sad, just concerned. The slipper stuff I have no idea about, she may think the little pads on the side are cool and she wants them. Who knows.

And me:  Ok, I just looked that up. I had this thought last night when you were telling me about that meteor: I think that it might have been there just for you. In other words, either only you saw it, or it was a display for you. Or both.  Might explain the slow speed, and “landing” in a suburban neighborhood with no ill effects. Ila means “warrior”. But there is kind of an additional twist, in that a “warrior spirit” also means the same as comet or meteor.

And from Bob: Fuck, that just sent shivers through me. WTF. Is nothing in my life just normal shit! This is just beyond my ability to comprehend. Fuck!

Me: the books that were out this time were the “Art of Angling” again, and “In the Ring of the Rise“. Both have pretty good fish graphics on them, the “Ring” book I’m pretty sure was buried in amongst the books on the shelf towards the edge.

Bob: Maybe Nuttah is telling me my technique sucks and I should read these books!

May 10, 2010

Event #60: Monday, May 10, 2010

Bob sent me this email this morning:
Almost forgot to mention on the way in to work this morning [at an intersection about 25 miles south of us] I saw what I assume was a large meteor going over the intersection heading east. Brilliant blue “head” followed by a tapering wider blue into white tail. Moving slowly a couple hundred feet high at most. See if you find any reports of it hitting any houses. It was quite a sight, very beautiful, moving surprisingly slow.

Then mine to him:
Meteor sounds cool, I don’t listen to anything local, but I can check the news online tomorrow. By the way, I woke up this morning to one of your slippers landing on the floor loudly enough to wake me up next to your side of the bed. Any explanation for that?

And Bob’s reply to me:  ZERO explanation for slipper! They were put away awhile ago. I was just thinking yesterday I might need them still.

May 8, 2010

Event #59: Saturday, May 8, 2010

2 hearts on the corner of dresser facing Bob in bed

We’d been out tonight and came home pretty early. It was just beginning to get dark. The first thing I noticed were the hearts lined up on the corner of the dresser and facing Bob. The big one behind the small one, pointed at the bed. What was missing was Nuttah – the angel. Where was she? Usually, she is part of the heart set-up. Looked around. There she was, sitting on Bob’s bed-side table, pointing right at him, as if she was perched there to keep an eye on him at night.

May 6, 2010

Event #58: Thursday, May 6, 2010

Well, as Nuttah suggested and promised, last night Bob had his first “History Lesson”.  Now remember, the possibility of learning his history had been proposed the night I supposedly had my first kind of “trial-run” back in time, at the end of April. It didn’t happen that night. I don’t know if it will, but I am trying, at least mentally, to stay open to the idea. That was back on April 25, so this is now roughly 2 weeks later. Neither of us had ANY idea (well, how could we?) how this was going to go. My impression, and I don’t really know why, was that he would be reliving it. My rationale was that if he can be taken back to 1600, then why on earth not any era?

Bob's frantic, scribbled writing after reliving history 20,000 years ago

But instead, he was shown visions of it. I can say that casually because I was not the one being shown the visions. But the picture that I have included here shows Bob’s completely “freaked-out” writing when the lesson was finally over. Bob was really unnerved by this one. It took everything he had seen/experienced thus far to completely new levels. And he was scared out of his mind.

The “event” happened in the sweat-lodge of Nuttah’s clan. It was Nuttah and the 2 elder-gents that are always there now also. Bob somehow knows that one of the elder gents is not from Nuttah’s clan: he comes from a nearby place, and he is specifically there to assist with these events. His expertise is apparently superior in whatever it is that is going on. The 2 wolves were outside of the lodge; Bob and the others were inside. The elders were rhythmically drumming on what Bob described as kind of a long board. Bob did not focus too much on what went on in the sweat lodge, but on what he was shown: the “History VISIONS”. The writings on the notebook shown here summarize his crude notes about what he was shown. As Bob translated and described to me what went on, I took notes and have included them below.  I will translate Bob’s hastily written, freaked out writing, right after he came off this experience. Here is how it reads, because in the unhinged state he was in writing it, it’s not very clear:

My notes as Bob described the history scene

Teme (the wolves), sweat lodge, two elders
15,000 – 20,000 (years ago)

And what Bob described in this sweat-lodge “history lesson” was being “shown” the migration, the movement of the Native American people from Siberia or China, literally WALKING across to this land, using the Bering Strait when it froze over in the winter. He was “shown” the mammoths, HUGE animals, the size would freak us out even today; and watching the people hunt one and take it down. Bob was in total awe of this experience, he could not believe what he was being allowed to “see”, in this sweat-lodge ceremony, the rhythmic drumming by the 2 elders, looking back in time 20,000 years ago.

And here is my translation from the notes I took while Bob and I talked about this incident that night:
Bob: “This is the weirdest thing I have seen yet, this ‘history lesson’. I was shown how they came here, they literally walked here from China”. I was given these visions – shown visions by the 2 elders, who were somehow able to facilitate the whole thing. We were going back in time through THEIR history, it was 15, maybe 20,000 years ago. I was shown clear flashes of the migration, from the steppes of China or Siberia and across the Bering Strait. It was shown to me in these long panoramic views, as if I was in an Imax theater, but it felt like I was “there”. Before it all started they warned me what I was getting into… They had this sort of “pounding board”; this board that they did this rhythmic drumming on; it was kind of like what I think of in our day as “drumming circles”. There were these incredible herds of just these HUGE mammoths, and these humongous birds; creatures of a size that we just don’t have anymore. And there were flashes of hunters taking down these mammoths; the guts they must have had to do this, it was man against these enormous killing beasts, and they just hunted them like we would hunt deer today. Surrounding them like a pack of wolves would do, and bringing down an enormous beast. Then there were scenes of a migration of thousands of people across this incredibly barren land, there was literally nothing there; many of them died, but somehow, some of them made it across. Finally there was a signal from the elders in the sweat lodge that they thought I’d had enough, a hand signal that it should stop. I think they knew that I couldn’t take anymore. I was exhausted, freaked out, in awe of these incredible “scenes”, these things I was “shown” – somehow, of how they came to be in North America. Just incredible. I don’t know how any of that happened, I just know that it did, and I know why I was warned of what was about to happen. It was incredibly emotionally draining for everybody.”

May 4, 2010

Event #57: Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Some excerpts from our  emails back and forth this morning:

Bob to me:
Forgot to mention, we had company last night. Not doing anything, she is just there and I noticed the last couple of times she is much happier. Got images of stylized turtle, I assume the clan symbol. But the significant change since the wolf puppy event is I don’t sense the sadness.

Me: What time was that? I’m curious because I think I may have felt it this time. Maybe.

Bob: The first time was around 12:45-1:45 and then again around 3-4.

Me: I didn’t wake up for the 3 -4 part, (well, I woke up when you got up for awhile), but definitely the earlier visit. I think that is why I was having trouble sleeping. It was almost so apparent to me that she might be there, that I was going to wake you up and ask you. I think maybe it was even earlier than 12:45, like midnight, maybe you were asleep then. (you sounded asleep). I was kind of getting images that I couldn’t interpret, felt that heaviness, felt a kind of swirling sensation in my head. I’m not aware of her in the room, I’m just aware of the change of feeling in myself that seems to have no explanation.

Bob: 12:45, I think it was, could have 11:45 too, either way she was there. It is not sadness any longer, that is so great to see that she is happier now. I think maybe you’re getting an awareness but that it is causing a different reaction for you, I don’t know enough to explain it but just like people react differently to different medications and stimuli this could be why you are experiencing it this way. Who knows.