Archive for ‘Visits’

March 4, 2017

Did a “Portal” Open to Cause all This Sound of Glass Breaking?


So there was that post a little while back that I did on January 1, 2017 called, “Daughter Kate has an Experience with the “Other Dimension”. ” In that post, I described an experience Kate had hearing boyfriend (now fiance) Nate arrive home. She awaits his certain entrance, and when it doesn’t happen, she goes to investigate. It is then that she hears the entirety of his Sam Adams Beer Bottle collection go crashing to the ground, falling off the shelves and tumbling and shattering down the steps of the basement stairwell. As she stood there with hands over ears, hardly believing what she has heard, she wonders, “How do I tell Nate?”, and gradually summons the courage to slowly open the door and peer in. And to her extreme surprise, the bottles are still on the shelves. Shelves intact, bottles intact. What had she heard? It happened, it just happened in a different dimension, and then she stepped right back into her present one.

As I am beginning to understand through my various readings and radio-show listenings, this is not as uncommon as one might think. First, there were the 2 episodes that I included in that post where people had reported incidents of breaking glass, and also, the sound, feel and vibration of something seeming like a truck hitting the house. I bring this all up again, because since that post of that first day of 2017, Bob has experienced this at least 4 separate times. He told me he was lying in bed, and heard a crash come from downstairs that sounded like a giant mirror falling off the wall and breaking. We do in fact, have one of these giant mirrors, it’s in a fairly heavy frame, and it would definitely be heard (and maybe even felt) throughout the house if it fell. Pictured here is the mirror in question, it is a large, white-framed mirror that hangs in a small hallway, reflected in it is a lamp and a picture of a barn on the opposite wall, and then the opening to the kitchen.

Our Mirror on the Wall. It would have made quite the crash had it fallen; Bob heard it, but it did not fall.

Our Mirror on the Wall. It would have made quite the crash had it fallen; Bob heard it, but it did not fall.

When Bob heard this, he immediately got up out of bed and went to investigate. The mirror was the first stop – but it was still hanging, unbroken. He checked the rest of the house – nothing. He even went down into the basement. Nothing again. So what was it? Bob had no answer, so went back to bed. That was a weeknight in, my guess is maybe late January. I did not log the date. Then, that weekend, Bob was home alone and it happened again; a loud crash and sound of breaking glass that sounded like the giant, big-framed mirror falling off the wall. He went down again to investigate and found nothing. I believe this was the Saturday following the first incident. Since I wasn’t home, I think it might have been the Saturday I accompanied Kate to a bridal store to pick out her dress for her upcoming wedding (September of 2017). So this would have been January 28th.

Shattered Glass

Minus the blood, this is what I perceive Bob to have seen in his car; and as quick as it registered, it disappeared

Then on Feb. 7th, while I’m at work, I got this text at 3 PM (Bob is also still at work, but just leaving):

“Wow, just walked out to car, opened door and saw broken glass and blood everywhere in car and backed away. As quick as I did that it was gone. Little unnerving.”

I texted Bob back that I hoped it was not an omen.

Right after that, maybe even that night, he had a dream where both of his parents (who have passed away) came to him in the dream to tell him something. I think it had something to do with the magnitude of “what we don’t know”. That our measly human brains, as much as we think we can grasp stuff, are only scratching the surface. Certainly, these experiences have opened up my eyes to the possibility that reality is not as it seems, and that there is way more to it than we can possibly even know. I sometimes feel so limited in my ability to comprehend.

Now it is the weekend of Feb. 11-12. Yesterday, 2/11, I was out doing something with Kate and my future step-granddaughter, I’ll call Casey. At 11:37 AM, I got this text from Bob:

“Geez, upstairs cleaning… Massive Boom downstairs, Lu [little dog Lucy] freaked and pissed at top of steps. Nothing found. Freaked Lu and me out.”

When I got home, I asked Bob to describe this further. He said it sounded like a massive truck had hit the house. He expected to see major damage, and as far as he could tell there was nothing. Obviously Lucy hears these things too. I have yet to experience any of them. I pointed this out to Bob, and he agreed; “Yes, I think it’s only when I’m in the house alone, possibly for a reason”. I asked Bob if he thought it indicated the return of “his buddy”? Was “buddy” trying to re-assert himself, indicating his presence in these violent ways? Bob did not know. But we both hope not.

Then on Friday morning, Feb. 24, I wrote this in an email to Bob:
“I just heard one of the thuds in the house. Actually sounded like wood may have fallen over, but it didn’t. I haven’t been in the basement. Dups [the dogs, who were outside, out back] seem unperturbed. Loud enough to hear here at the computer, where you can’t really hear anything. I don’t think it was as loud as the ones you’ve been hearing, but it did get me up out of my seat to go look around.”

somethimes-things-are-not-what-they-appear-to-be1Now me just narrating: I am a little concerned that I may have somehow opened an additional “portal”. As if we didn’t have enough weird stuff going on already, perhaps the mental thought and research and writing up of those glass-breaking, inter-dimensional episodes, the “FOCUS” on them, brought it home here. Anything is possible, I suppose. Appearances & evidence of Nuttah being around are few and far between, yet we continue to experience some pretty bizarre and paranormal stuff. In some later posts, I intend to include some stories of callers into C2C who experience this “interdimensional” kind of stuff themselves, hopefully, lending credibility to our experiences.

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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:

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January 8, 2017

Why was my hanging laundry laid on the bed?


My laundry on the bed.

My laundry on the bed. Sometimes I wish I had a video-cam rolling full time in our house.

I came home to this on Friday, January 6, 2017. It was on the bed in our bedroom. All this stuff had been hanging to dry on my closet rod, which is also in the bedroom. It was dry for awhile, but I hadn’t yet put the stuff away. It was mostly what I call my “white-wash”; all the light and white things that can go in the wash together. And when we got home Friday night, after having met after work for a bite out, I go to the bedroom and see it all laid out on the bed. I didn’t immediately recognize the “pattern”. I went down to Bob, who hadn’t come upstairs yet, and asked him if he put my hanging laundry on the bed. Now I knew what the answer was before I asked him. There is no reason Bob would ever do this. He’d never done anything like it, and I knew he hadn’t this time either. Why would he move it? And especially onto the bed from my closet? He just looked at me funny, “Did I do what?”

“Did you lay my laundry with the hangars out on the bed?”, I asked, still feeling like I had to absolutely confirm that he hadn’t, before I jumped to the only other conclusion.

Again, a funny look. I knew the answer without asking: he didn’t do it.

“Have you been in the bedroom yet tonight?” Bob gets home before me, and then we meet out later. I meet him right from work because I finish later. Bob always comes home first to let out the dogs, get the fire going, stuff like that, and then we agree on a meeting-out place. He couldn’t remember, but thinking about it, said “No, I probably did not go into the bedroom”. There really wouldn’t have been a reason for him to, his closet is in the guest bedroom, and it’s where he always dresses or changes clothes. “So you didn’t see what’s on the bed?” I asked.

“No, I guess not. Why, what’s on it?”

I showed him a picture I’d taken on my phone. Bob went up to see it, and it was then he noticed the pattern, that the clothing had been arranged around a ‘center-point’ and 4 items or piles were in the intermediate ‘cardinal’ locations. It roughly looked like the Native American “Medicine Wheel”. Below are some examples of medicine wheels I pulled from the internet for illustration. I also did some ‘photoshopping’ of the clothing on the bed, to make it look more flat, and to bring out the pattern it resembles, because I was unable to get high enough over it, holding the camera over the bed. Am I totally off base here, in terms of the similarity? And if it was Nuttah, what is she trying to say? The meaning is open to interpretation. I mean, there must be SOME reason it was done, and some reason it was arranged in this particular fashion. And why did she choose only white shirts? If she’d wanted to illustrate something with color, because the medicine wheel colors are red, black, yellow and white, I certainly have clothes of those colors IN the closet… so what is the message here?

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

The rotated and manipulated picture of the laundry arranged on the bed. 

ANd a child's drawing of a "Medicine Wheel"

And a child’s drawing of a “Medicine Wheel”. Similar?

A "Mohican Nation" sample of a Medicine Wheel

A “Mohican Nation” sample of a Medicine Wheel

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And another interpretation

January 1, 2017

Daughter Kate has an Experience with the “Other Dimension”


This actually happened about 2 years ago, the Christmas Kate refers to in her write-up was Christmas of 2014.

Kate writes [and I edit somewhat]:

Twas the Monday before Christmas, and all through the house, SOMETHING was stirring, and it wasn’t a mouse….

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A collection of Sam Adams bottles similar to those in Nate’s collection; But he has a lot more

December 22, 2014: I came home to an empty house, as [boyfriend] “Nate” was at his work Christmas party, at [a nearby restaurant]. The minute I walked into the house, I had a feeling of eeriness; something I’ve never had at this house (used to happen all the time at our old house) but never here. [The feeling was] enough that I checked every room and closet before I started baking my Blondie’s (delicious Christmas dessert). Several times before I even began baking, I was startled by either a thump or some other noise and actually kept rechecking everywhere.

Finally I started shelling pistachios for the Blondie’s, standing in the kitchen facing our corner winding cabinet. [By this Kate means one of those cabinets in a kitchen counter corner that spins around on a cylinder]. [Then] I heard a glass clink from outside, in the garage, and I assumed Nate had arrived home and was throwing an empty beer bottle in the recycling bins in the garage. I stood there shelling, awaiting his entry for a few minutes. When he didn’t come in, I went to investigate what he was doing out there for so long. As I entered the doorway from the kitchen to the hallway to the garage, I hear [a deafening crash from behind the basement door. Nate has a huge collection of probably 100 Sam Adams beer bottles: almost every Sam Adams bottle ever issued, no two alike]. broken_bottleI hear all of them crash down and go cascading down the basement steps. It was an unbelievable, literally ‘painful to the ears’ noise to listen to. I stood frozen for what felt like forever. I finally gathered the courage somehow to open the door. [And when I did, I was shocked by what I saw, which was exactly the opposite of my expectation]: Every single bottle was in its place, perfectly lined up, not a thing out of place. I closed the basement door and locked it, and waited for Nate to come home….

This is someone's collection of 'Sam' bottles, not Nate's, but when Kate opened the basement door, the bottles were intact on the shelves.

This is someone’s collection of ‘Sam’ bottles, not Nate’s, but when Kate opened the basement door, the bottles were intact on the shelves. You can just imagine the noise as they were falling and breaking.

Now this is me narrating:
What happened here? I listened, captivated by Kate’s story. I said at the end, “Well, I have a simple answer”, and for some reason it just seemed so obvious to me, having been drawn into the story, and knowing that what Kate was saying was not in the least made up.

“Well, what then?”, asks Kate.

“You did hear the bottles break, the shelves DID collapse, and the whole collection DID come crashing down and fall and break on the basement stairs. It happened. It just happened in a different time-line. You experienced the parallel dimension for just that one brief moment, and then stepped back into this one. You see, that’s what I mean by the ‘veil’ is growing thin, that separation between the dimensions is ‘thinning’, and sometimes we can experience what goes on in another one. That’s what I think happened there.”, I replied with an emphatic tone. I was pretty sure this was the answer, because I could think of no other. I certainly did not disbelieve what Kate had related.

Which brings me to something that I heard recently on a Coast to Coast episode, and which is what brought me to unearth this story now. (Although I had intended to when it happened, just never got around to that and a lot of other things…)

But listening in December 2016 to a show from October called “Paranormal Hotspots” made me think of this story again. The show aired Oct. 7, 2016, and the guest is Brandon Callahan, with host George Noory.

George: Let’s go to the phones, Will is in NYC, east of the Rockies. Hey, Will, good morning, go ahead.

Caller, Will: How you doin? Look here, when you first mentioned the “Trail of Tears”, right?

George: MmHm

Will: On my Mother’s side, a great-great-Grandmother was taken away on a freight train, and involved in the “Trail of Tears”. Um, she was full-blooded Cherokee, and the kids weren’t, they were mixed, so they weren’t taken. And one of the neighbors came and told them that they had taken the mother away. But here’s what I want to tell you: if you’re investigating haunted places, I come from a place near Savannah, Georgia where the storm is right now [Hurricane Matthew in the Fall of 2016] called Yamacraw. Right? And between River Street, where the storm is coming in, and Bay Street, that little section right there, is called Yamacraw. That is one of THE most, strangest, haunted places you will ever find.

George: What happened there, Will?

Will, chuckling: What didn’t happen?

George: Really?

Laurel Grove Cemetery in Savannah, that Will talked about as haunted

Laurel Grove Cemetery in Savannah, that Will talked about

Will: I mean, that’s where Africans, Indians and Irish came together, and there was people there from all over ‘cause it was a shipping port and the longshoremens, you know,  came there, and they stayed, some of them. But in Laurel Grove Cemetery where we have a plot is apparently one of the most haunted places in the world, I’ve heard.

Here’s what I want to say: My particular incident is that, we were coming to New York in ’64, I was 11 years old. My mother came down to get us, me and my two sisters and my brother. And my Grandfather told her to take us, bring us North because the area was changing, alright? New people was coming in. In any case, I came in late, and she was fixing me some food, and we were talking about leaving.  SOMETHING hit that kitchen wall. It was like a 18-Wheeler hit that wall; we actually saw the wall give, right? And we ran out of the kitchen after being knocked out of the chairs, ran down this long hallway to our dining, I mean living room.

My grandmother and my sisters and brother had no… they didn’t hear anything. This thing was like a bomb going off, we talk about it all the time. The next morning we went out there, there was nothing. The fence wasn’t moved, nothing was disturbed. And by all rights, the force of that thing would of knocked the house off the cinder blocks – ‘cause all of the houses were up on cinder blocks ’cause the place floods, you know? And to this day, we cannot explain what that was. My Mother is 83 right now, we talk about it all the time. We have no explanation for it, nobody else heard it ‘cept us two. And a woman told me, said that happened on another plane. She said somehow we crossed sumpin’ when we went into that kitchen. And that whole area down there, man, there’s stories that would curl your hair. I grew up hearing them, right? And uh, I left my number with your screener, if you want to, you know, hear more about it. But Yamacraw, from West Boundary Street up to West Broad, and from Bay Street to River Street, that area right there. Right?

I found a map online of "Yamacraw Village" between exactly the streets "Will" mentioned in his "Coast" call

I found a map online of “Yamacraw Village” between exactly the streets “Will” mentioned in his “Coast” call

George: Interesting, there. Okay, thanks, Will. Appreciate that. Why do certain areas that are contained like that, Brandon, why do they get haunted… or visited?

Brandon: You know, I think a lot of it has to do with history. I think a lot of it has to do with the past. Like I said, I’m a big believer in the fact that our collective energies can combine to create these sorts of things. Kind of like the theory of poltergeists. You know, that something that can manifest with high emotions and that’s another reason I feel like when we tap into a certain part of our brains we are capable of manifesting these sorts of things and when you see a lot of tragedy and evil, things of that nature, I feel like it can in fact ‘scar’ a location. And I think that can boost, or it can really kind of, I guess, so to speak ‘thin the veil’, between you know, the light and the dark. And it’s funny, you know as Will was telling that story, Savannah’s one of my favorite cities in the whole world.

George: Lots of activity there, huh?

Can you imagine the sound of THIS happening? And then finding out it was in a different timeline - parallel dimension, or "OTHER"?

Can you imagine the sound of THIS happening? And then finding out it was in a different timeline – parallel dimension, or “OTHER”?

Brandon: Oh, I adore that city and I would love to investigate down there. But you know, the story about what he was describing sounds exactly like this energy burst that actually happened to the brothers on that property down in Tahlequah* – IN the KITCHEN, on Christmas day. That was actually one of the last things that occurred in the house before they completely abandoned it. And they described it as just this, almost like a bomb went off. It was like, they said it felt like it was a giant glass jar full of glass that just had gotten dropped right in the middle of the kitchen. And it was just this explosion. And, so as Will’s telling that story, it really just kind of threw me right back into one of the first stories those brothers had told me when we went down there, and it’s, that’s pretty surreal.

George: When you hear stories like Will just mentioned, do you find that this country is full of stories like that?

Brandon: Absolutely, and that’s what kind of takes me out and do what I do, because there’s so many stories that will never get told, you know, to the masses that I feel like can be historically relevant.  It can also just give us the saying of “Truth is stranger than fiction”, and the thing is, is oftentimes when you really dig in deep and you really connect with a place, you can find that couldn’t be more true. And so, yeah, absolutely, I think people all over the world experience unexplainable phenomena, whether it’s quote/unquote paranormal or ghostly or anything like that, it’s just unexplainable. And that’s why I feel like ‘like minds’ and really intelligent people need to really just kind of come together and by all theories and methods, do our best to figure out why, why these things happen and whether they’re preventable or how you interact with it. It happens everywhere.

Now me just narrating: The reference to Tahlequah is to a place in Oklahoma, and I’m quoting here from the Coast website: “He discussed an area in Oklahoma of one of the largest clusters of ley lines in North America, where the Native American death marches, known as the Trail of Tears, ended and is now a location of heightened paranormal activity.”

And from Wikipedia:

*Tahlequah is a city in Cherokee County, OklahomaUnited States located at the foothills of the Ozark Mountains. It is part of the Green Country region of Oklahoma and was established as a capital of the 19th-century Cherokee Nation in 1839, as part of the new settlement in Indian Territory after the Cherokee Native Americans were forced west from the American Southeast on the Trail of Tears.

Again, me just narrating: I think these stories share a certain similarity, and it is what I have come to call the “bleed-over” from the other dimensions where things are taking place that are different from our current time-line experience. There are many instances of this in the blog. Also, it is kind of to lay the groundwork for a future post where I will talk about an actual parallel life that I apparently am experiencing that Bob is keeping me updated on because he is in it too.

November 27, 2016

More on the Fish Tank, and I play around with Photoshop filters


I took the original phone-camera picture that Bob took of the fish tank into Photoshop. I played around with a number of filters, effects, and “image-adjusting” tools. I think the best result below is the one called “sepia” but I already forget how I arrived at that. I wish I’d recorded my steps, because I’m not sure that I can duplicate it.

Anyway, the point was, I wanted to see if it revealed anything that we may have not discovered in the original picture. So far, the interpretation hasn’t changed. Although, son, Stewie says that he sees 4 people. Today he is here, and he pointed out where he sees the 3rd and 4th. I do see what Stewie means by the 3rd, but I’m not seeing 4. He says they look like 2 children. I guess it is possible that it’s kind of a “family grouping”, in that the ‘parents’ are behind the children, holding the children in front of them. Well, at best that is a stretch. I’ve posted the variations below. You are, of course, welcome to come to your own conclusions. Just remember, we have in the past reported on things we thought were the ‘overlap’ family in the house with us. Bob has had many experiences with this. Just a family living here but in a different ‘dimension’, parallel time-line, or just “other”.

This is the cropped only, unretouched image

This is the cropped only, unretouched image

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With the Photoshop “Film Grain” filter applied

Photoshop filter "Grain"

Photoshop filter “Grain”

Photoshop "Halftone" filter

Photoshop “Halftone” filter

Photoshop "inverted" filter

Photoshop “inverted” filter

With "Sepia-tone" applied

With “Sepia-tone” applied

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These pictures you can click for a larger version

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In this picture, I circled the ‘boy’ that Stewie thinks is another person in this group. He says there is a matching one under the ‘woman’s’ face. I can’t see that. Maybe others can. They might be out of scale though, in relation to the size of the larger faces.

November 26, 2016

Some Kind of “Strange Energy” (and it can turn on lights)


Okay, so we all know by now about the “faces in the fish tank“. Still really creeped out by that and no closer to knowing what caused it. My only possible explanation is that it is a reflection from a ghost-like presence in the room. Some have offered their theories: that the larger face, to the left, is a reflection of the man’s face to the right. Plausible because the reflections occur in a corner of the tank, and I can see that the fish also reflect on 2 panels of the tank. I will reenact at some point where they (he) would have to have been in the room to be ‘reflected’ there. Of course, another theory, is that because of who he might be, he is capable of just showing his face anywhere he wants.

2016-11-08-lucy-is-spookedBut there was something that happened a few days later. This might have been maybe Nov. 8 or so. I wish I’d logged the date. It’s possible I have it scrawled somewhere on a sticky. Anyway, Bob reported that he’d been in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Our bathroom is right off the bedroom, and he had the door open into the bedroom, and our little Yorkie Lucy was up there with him. From his stance at the mirror, Bob could see in his peripheral vision that the room behind him was dark, and Lucy had gone in there to wait for him on the bed. All of a sudden, from where he is standing, Bob sees that the lights have come on in the bedroom behind him, and Lucy makes a mad scramble; off the bed, careening into the bathroom out of control so she hits the shower door which forces a turn to the left, still out of control, she slides into and bounces off the toilet, scrambling to get a grip with her feet on the cold, hard, slippery bathroom floor tile. She’s still on the move and careens against the the bathroom wall, ejects to the left as she gets a paw-grip under her, heading to the other bathroom door, which is open into the guest room. She then makes a beeline to get under the bed, cowering and shaking.

Bob goes in the bedroom to see what spooked her; he could not see or feel anything unusual except for the fact that all 3 lights were turned on. 2016-11-08-lucy-is-spooked-cartoon-2Two of these are our individual bedside table lamps, that have those kind of straight on/off switches, and one is a sconce on the wall that is turned on with a ‘wheel’ switch on the cord. How did they all turn on at once? What did Lucy see or perceive? What caused her to freak and go tearing out of there? I don’t think it was just the lights going on, after all, Lucy frequently goes in a room ahead of us and then we’ll turn on a light maybe from a wall switch, or a table lamp. She never blinks an eye at that. She’s currently sitting on the other side of my monitor here, and I guarantee, that if I got up to switch on (or off) a light, she wouldn’t budge. So it wasn’t the lights going on; it was whatever energy did that that spooked her. But WHAT WAS IT??

Bob said he did go around the house and investigate for anything amiss. Of course, as usual, there was nothing. Or at least so we think.

November 13, 2016

Whose Faces are these in the Fish Tank??


Bob does occassionally take pictures of his fish tank. He recently re-set it up again after an old one developed a leak. Then he went out and caught some sunnies from a nearby lake to stock it with. So he was taking a new round of pictures using his cell phone. If he gets a good one, he likes to use it at work as desktop background pictures and also as backgrounds on his phone. I’m sure we have all done this, of a pet, a scene we like, or whatever. So he took a series of pictures and was checking them over for an area to isolate for his wallpaper. It was then that he noticed that in only one of the pictures, something else showed up. Bob zoomed in to the top left of the tank and saw something. And it wasn’t fish. There was this sort of bluish cast in the corner showing up in only one picture.

This was the evening of November 2, 2016 at 6 pm. Bob sent me an email at work with the picture attached. Bob wrote:

“Want to see something eerie? Blow this picture up and look at the left side.”

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Here is the unretouched version. All I’ve done to this picture is adjust the pixel dimensions for uploading to the web.

My email response: “WTF is THAT?? Is the glass maybe picking up some reflection on the TV?? Try another one from another angle. GEEEEEEEEEEEEEzzzzzz”

I continued to ponder over and examine the picture on my screen at work. I wrote this to Bob:

“I see another eye if you look to the left of the corner seam. It’s a different face I think. Do you have the TV on?”

Bob: “Yea, the picture is disturbing, it is vaguely like ‘my buddy’, different, but the eyes are the same.”

Later that evening, I talked to Bob on the phone and he said the TV was not on because he didn’t want any possible reflections in the pictures he was taking. As it is, he got the reflection of the lamp on a table, which is showing up to the right of the bubbles.

If you can’t zoom in on this picture the way I can on my tablet, I’ve enlarged the part of the picture in question, lightened it a little and cropped it so that’s the only part you see. If you can enlarge this picture on a tablet or phone, then zoom in so you can see the faces. WHO ARE  THEY?? We are totally creeped out by this. We’ve ruled out quite a few things that you might be wondering. There was no TV on. There was no one else in the room, just Bob. The faces were not in all the pictures, just one.

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I see two people. If you look at the seam of the corner of the tank, which is the verticle blue-ish light line that goes up the middle and then there is a tube that pumps air into the bubble wand (and the 2nd tube is the reflection) there appears to be one face to the left side of the corner seam (I see her as a kind of heavy-set woman with a large beehive sort of hairdo) and to the right of the corner seam is a man. A creepy looking guy with seemingly pointy ears. Good grief, who are these two and WHY ARE THEIR FACES IN THE FISH TANK!??

It’s now 11/13 as I write this post, so it’s been a few days. I have sat in front of this tank since then, positioned myself so that the light reflection is exactly where it is in the photo, turned on the TV, turned off the TV. I took my own set of pictures from exactly the angle where Bob would have been. No reflections. No faces. Just sunnies swimming casually around. Bob did say that they did not appear to be perturbed. So we are left to wonder… is Bob’s “buddy” finding a way to re-insert himself into our life? Are there inter-dimensional beings in our midst that can only show up in a chance photo as a reflection? Just strange… so strange. I was a little freaked out coming home that night. If it was the first thing that ever happened here, maybe I’d have been more so, but I guess to some degree, we are getting used to the weirdness. I went to bed that night and actually slept quite soundly.

 

August 24, 2016

An Almost System Crash (or: “Wow, that was close”)


I’m working with an old Dell XP computer that I got for my 50th birthday. That was 10 years ago. About 2 years ago, Microsoft abandoned support for Windows XP machines, though I’m sure I am not the only person using one. I’ve kind of been expecting a crash along the way somewhere, and with each passing day, I expect more or less that crash to be the final one. Last night I thought it happened. And it was doubly unfortunate because I’ve recently started to organize my pictures and thoughts about catching up on the blog, which is going to take quite a bit of doing… I was mentally in the frame of mind to ‘dig in’, and that was the plan. But crash-eroo, and staring at that black and white screen and the message it was giving me was pretty disturbing. I’ve been here before with other machines. It does not usually end in success.

But the next morning, which is today, I came down not really to look at it, because I was resigned to the loss of my 10 yr. old machine, but to unplug my charging cell phone. In the process, I noticed my screen saver was running on the computer. Now how could that be? The system had crashed. I had not bothered with any attempts to recover, I don’t HAVE the original Setup CD. So I wiggled the mouse to wake it up and found this blue and white screen. It had a much more positive message than the one the previous evening:
System-Recover“The system has recovered from a serious error.” Well, no kidding. But hey, I was back in business and could not have been more thrilled. All those pics I had just downloaded from two cameras would now have a chance to back up (thought I’d lost them). My programs, such as that expensive Adobe Photoshop functioning again. Wow, was I thrilled. I’m typing on it now, I’ve used Photoshop already, and verified most things are back in order. I’ve no idea what happened, or how the computer recovered from it, but there was one other thing on my desk that I noticed this morning, just to the right of the computer: Nuttah’s character sits with 2 hearts piled in front of her and to the right of that is a plastic diorama character that she has started to use to represent ‘me’. In her little set-ups, I am always ‘fanning the flames’. Keep that fire burning, I guess. And I think she kept the computer going, somehow?? Is that a stretch? Or just coincidence she showed up the same morning? There will be more to come soon as I try to figure out how to organize the massive amount of material to catch up on. I feel like this was my ‘warning’ and now I have to hurry up before system crashes for good.
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March 5, 2016

TEN THOUSAND HITS!!


 

Whoa! 10,000 HITS!
So the blog has reached a new milestone: 5 years & 10,000 hits!

First, thank you for being readers & thank you to those who occasionally drop in. For the most part, I have no idea who anyone is, my counter widget just logs ‘hits’. Sometimes people I know who are reading will comment to me, but other than that, this is anonymous. I always thought there was something I should ‘do’ when the blog hit 10,000 hits, something to commemorate the occasion. But what?
(maybe it’s time to catch up on the lost 18 months…)

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March 4, 2016

How to “Spark” Activity, Part II


2016-02-29-Diorama-Characters-3So for awhile now I have been hunting here and there for Native American diorama ‘characters’  in order to add to our ‘scenes’. Or, more specifically, to add to the material that Nuttah could work with, since I was so lame and slow in getting my paper doll characters together. I was looking in the realm of “hobby stores” that might sell ‘diorama’ kits and supplies. I found things, but just didn’t find anything specific enough that would work or that was affordable. All this action occurred on the internet of course, because the traditional brick & mortar hobby stores of my past have left us. However, I go to Michaels Arts & Crafts a lot because I am a knitter and I guess they have evolved into the new kind of hobby store. All that being said, I was in Michaels the other night, and I saw these funny tubes of characters as I breezed by the end of an aisle. They looked like this picture here of one of the tubes; this one containing dragons. I noticed there were several different themed tubes (or TOOBS, as the brand called them) and I hunted for a possible native american one. Bingo: A Western theme, with the following characters:

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2016-02-20-112pm-Nuttah-2So there you have it, new diorama characters. I think I bought these on a Thursday, and I set them up on the dresser, just as a random group Friday morning. I didn’t use the things that were specifically ‘western’ such as the Tepee, the buffalo, the wagon or the cowboy. I picked out the 2 native men, the woman with the child, and the white woman. My purpose, of course, was to see if Nuttah would find them interesting enough to work with. They sat there for 3 days with nothing happening. I came in every day, and Nuttah’s ‘angel’ character still sat on the air conditioner staring out the window, and my new diorama characters sat unmoving on the bureau. Until Monday night, when I came home from work. I wrote the following email the next morning to Bob:

March 1, 9:11 AM: “We had a visit last night. I don’t know if you noticed the little diorama characters I had added. They are Plains Indians, but I thought they’d work for the purpose. Another thing I picked up at Michaels along with an egg cooker. Anyway, Nuttah figured them into one of her classic scenes, it is actually quite adorable. I will photograph this morning, but probably not have time to download. The entire scene is on the TV bureau. I can’t imagine who besides me is this stuff selling to. They have a whole series of these characters, in all kinds of themes, not just indians. I guess Michaels is the new Hobby store.”

That is just me speculating on who is buying these TOOBS; they must trot them out to some audience. Must be kids’ toys, I have no other ideas. Anyway, it worked. See the pictures with the captions below for explanation:

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This is the overall scene, and how she figured her original character into the whole thing, along with the 2 hearts. She used the kneeling woman with a fire and a ‘papoose’ in front of her on top of one of the hearts.

This one shows closer where she placed the Indian woman with a child in front of 'her' on one of the hearts.

This one shows closer where she placed the Indian woman with a child in front of ‘her’ on one of the hearts.

And here, I think she used this warrior character to indicate Bob, in front of the Teme/wolf/Niko/Duke characters (who are essentially all one being) and the way this warrior stands on Bob’s special stone is a big clue.2016-02-29-Diorama-arrangement-4

Here is a better closeup of how Bob, the warrior chief figures into the scene, and how she perceives, I think, her father as he was.2016-02-29-Diorama-arrangement-5
And then, after all that, as I was researching the “Toobs” on the Michaels site to find the pictures for the ‘intro’, I found that I had somehow missed that they did in fact have Eastern Indians, the Powhatens! How did I miss that? Perhaps the store I was in didn’t have it, but here are the characters below that are in that Toob. I will buying it as soon as I see it. THAT should ‘spark’ some new activity. My next post is going to be about dreams and parallel lives, due to a recurring dream I keep having, so stay tuned.2016-02-29-Diorama-Characters-2