Posts tagged ‘Just stuff moving around’

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

medicine-wheel

And another interpretation

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February 21, 2016

Dreams, Vibrations, and Bob hears Drums


Nuttah looks out the window

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

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

Dups arranged on table

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

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

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

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

January 3, 2016

How to ‘spark’ activity


So I had a little time off between Christmas and New Year’s this year. It ends tomorrow (1/4/16) but I had a nice 11-day stretch of vacation time, which I spent at home. It’s always nice to just sort of hang out at home and not have to work; I could get used to this in no time. I did do a lot of chores and cleaning/organizing, a fair amount of visiting, and things that I normally can’t do because about 12 hours of my work days are occupied with either getting ready for work, driving to or from work, or actually being at work. So that leaves little else. One of the little ‘projects’ that I’ve put off for a long time and have thought about doing, I actually did. I made paper cut-outs of the newer dogs in our house. It has been that long; all the dogs we have now were not ours when all this started. I know that probably sounds like a small thing, but when everything else is so pressing, doing this was no small feat. And with this, I’d also like to introduce a new face in our dog-household, and that is little “Lu”. “Lu” is Lucy, the Yorkie. A Yorkie! you might think, amongst our German Shepherd and wolf-hybrid. Yes, it’s Lucy; Yorkie rescue, and she holds her own with Niko and Red, and another dog we adopted last February that we call “Fred”, short for Winifred.

3 of the dogs. Red on the left, Niko on the right, and (not to scale), Lucy the Yorkie in the middle

3 of the dogs: Red on the left, Niko on the right, and (not to scale), Lucy the Yorkie in the middle

I made cutouts of Niko, Red and Lucy. All 3 have at one time or other been part of “events”. Fred has not, so I didn’t make a cutout for Fred. The 3 of them are pictured here to the left, and the caption tells who they are. This was on the 29th and I set them up that same day on the bureau in our bedroom with Nuttah.

 

Pictures of the dog/wolf arrangement

And here is how I placed them on the bureau. I added the original cutouts I still had of the wolves, and then there is also Duke in this picture, just to the left of Nuttah. And a blue Oaxacan (Mexican) rabbit, but that object ‘lives’ on the bureau – it’s always there

We were out for a bit on Thursday, 12/31, which is New Year’s Eve, but it was early, we didn’t want to be out late. We were having an early dinner at a local pub, because we wanted to get home and in before any New Year’s Eve madness started. Bob at one point during dinner said to me, “Nuttah is visiting right now.”

“What?, How do you know?”, I asked.

“I just see her by the creek with her boy”, Bob replied.

“What is she doing?”, I asked.

“Nothing really, I just had a very clear image of her there, and she somehow communicated that to me.”

So you can imagine that when we got home, I made a beeline to the bedroom to check the bureau to see if any changes. And voila! Yes, there was, see picture below. So what has changed, is that all the dogs were pulled in tighter to Nuttah. She is down now at their level, and she piled a heart on top of Bob’s stone. But the most interesting thing, that Bob had to point out to me, because I didn’t see it right away, was that the paper character of Duke (the shepherd we had prior to Niko that passed away) was SHARING Niko’s support stand. Duke had been inserted into the stand as if he and Niko shared the same – well, body, I guess. That is what Bob has been saying all along, that Duke lives still inside of Niko, as well as the Teme wolf that lives in Nuttah’s world. The 3 are all part of one. I don’t know how this works, but this is what Nuttah is illustrating by combining the 2 shepherds. In the picture below, you can kind of see Duke’s ears behind Niko’s head.

Changes on the Bureau

The changes to the arrangement. Disregard the owl to the right of the arrangement, I had placed that there too, but it really doesn’t figure into anything, except for the fact that Nuttah didn’t disturb it.

And then in this picture below, I came in closer to try to better illustrate the little scene. What both of us missed, because the cutout is smaller than the other two, is that BEHIND Niko and Duke, one of the wolf cutouts was also sharing the stand. So she HAD combined the 3 all in one. Bob seems to know, when he is visiting ‘there’, that the wolf/dog he interacts with is Niko/Duke/Teme – the 3 of them all inhabiting the one. And now Nuttah has substantiated this with the cutouts. I still plan to work with more cutouts/diorama objects, because it seems like the best way for her to communicate ideas and relationships. And I do like to ‘spark’ some activity.

The changes on the dresser

A closer up version of the combined Niko/Duke

 

 

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.

 

November 29, 2015

Flowers Again in November


I’m always so excited to get flowers from Nuttah. I am never sure if they are coming from ‘her’ world, or if she picks them somewhere around here (our world). I still think of these realms that way; ‘her’ vs ‘our’ world, but maybe they are not so specific, just all ‘one’ world. Someday I hope to understand this, but I am not there yet.

So the night of November 16th, when I came home from work, I went up to the bedroom when the dogs heard me. At that point, which is usually around 10, Bob is upstairs sleeping with 3 of the dogs. When I first get home, I tiptoe around quietly downstairs, so as not to alert them. I try to get in some time to relax until I am ‘on duty’ again with them; they always have to be taken out when they hear me. Also, they cause a racket and wake up Bob. The newest one, “Little Lu”, who I have not introduced in here yet, starts her shrill, small-dog barking as soon as she hears me downstairs, and I drop everything and run up as fast as I can to get them all out, so Bob can go back to sleep. Anyway, this time when that inevitably happened, while up there I turned on the air conditioner fan to its loudest setting to drown out our noise. We use the AC all year to cause a ‘whitewash’ of sound so we can all sleep better, including the dogs. As I went over to where it is to turn it on, I noticed something on my radio. I have included a picture below.

This is a large branch of late fall Asters. There are some protected areas, such as below our wall where they survived our first frost, which was much earlier in November.

This is a large branch of late fall Asters. There are some protected areas, such as below our wall where they survived our first frost, which was much earlier in November.

At the bottom of the picture you can just make out the top of Nuttah’s character’s head. This is on my clock radio, right on my bedside table. And also below here, I have included a more inclusive version of the same scene; you can see in this one not only the flowers, but Nuttah, Bob’s stone, some leaves with a chestnut, and a heart that was in my jewelry closet. (I had brought the leaves and chestnuts as sort of an ‘offering’ to Nuttah).

A more inclusive scene, showing Nuttah below with numerous objects.

A more inclusive scene, showing Nuttah with numerous objects.

I had taken the flowers in the bathroom the next morning and placed them in water because they were starting to wilt. They sprung right back to life, and I’ve added another photo to get a better feel for the actual size of this ‘branch’:

The whole branch. The green vessel is roughly the size of a shot-glass

The whole branch. The green vessel is roughly the size of a shot-glass

 

March 14, 2014

“Other Witnesses” – Again


There has not been A LOT going on, but I have now accumulated enough things to make a post about it. Not that any one of these ‘events’ did not warrant their own post at the time, but I just decided to lump them together, for both time and interest’s sake. What sparked this impetus to finally “group-post” these events, was a text from Bob on March 14 at 6:10 pm. I’m at work, and I read,

“Dave had an incident.”

A little panic welled up in me because I knew contractor “Dave” had been at our house that day installing a door. With my compromised close-up vision I initially read the text as “Dave had an accident”. “Oh no”, I was thinking, “What happened?” Auto accident or did he do something bad while installing our door (cut off a finger?). But then I re-read the text and understood the right word – “incident”. Not much better really than “accident”, depending what it was. So what was this incident? This could have many implications. It does not escape my thoughts that leaving Dave (or any contractor) alone in our house working could potentially be problematic. What if Nuttah (and company) decided for some reason they did not want the person here? It would not take much to scare most people away, especially if objects started relocating in front of them. I’m pretty sure I would hightail it out of here. (Something else pretty weird just happened – Contractor Dave just called as I’m in the middle of writing this. It was to confirm another project to start tomorrow, but how weird that just as I’m writing this…) Anyway, back to what happened. I text back to Bob, “WHAT????”

He did not answer. I assumed it was too much to get into via text, and I was right. I would have to wait for our nightly phone call. So this was Dave’s “incident”. Bob described how they were both outside in the driveway. We don’t have many trees in our yard, we are surrounded by trees, but there’s only a handful left that are actually “in our yard”. It is, of course, winter, so the trees are bare. We have this one tree that is an ornamental maple; it has a tiny red leaf and I believe they call it a “Japanese Maple”. Beautiful tree, I think it has a spectacular shape and color, but it is small. Fully grown by now, I don’t think it’s even 20 ft. high or wide. Not sure why, but Bob and Dave are both roughly facing this tree. It’s toward the street, so maybe they were looking at something coming down the street. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Bob sees the Giant White Bird come in and it awkwardly lands in the small Japanese maple. Now you can imagine that a bird nearly the size of a dog, would do something to a tree with branches that small and thin, and weirdly, this was the only part that Dave could see, he could not actually see the Giant White Bird, he could only see the effect it was having on the delicate tree branches.

“What is GOING ON WITH THAT TREE!?”, Dave exclaimed.

From what Dave could see, the branches were swinging wildly up and down, nearly breaking with the weight of the bird.

“What is DOING that!?”, Dave asks with amazement.

This is my rendition of the large white bird, landing on what amounted to a twig. Imagine the result.

This is my rendition of the large white bird, landing on what amounted to a twig. Imagine the result.

Bob, on the other hand, is more focused on the BIRD, not the branches, but realizes immediately that Dave can’t see the actual bird, only the result of the heavy bird landing. And what is it doing there, why did it come in now? Bob glances over at our side door off the driveway where Niko was. Up to this point, Niko had been agitatedly looking out at Bob and Dave and wanting to be outside with them. Now, as the bird lands and locks eyes with Niko, he goes silent and solemn. This is not the first time that Bob has witnessed this ‘communication’ between Niko and the “Giant White Bird”. Something always changes in Niko with these encounters. But Dave can’t see the bird – he can only see the tree branches swinging wildly. Bob’s explanation to Dave?

“Oh, must have been a chunk of ice that fell and hit it”, Bob tries to explain, thinking fast. Well, there is no ice left in any trees, and no ice on any branches, so Dave says, “I don’t think so”. But since for him, he has no explanation whatsoever that makes sense, he just marvels over what just happened, and they go back to their conversation.

Just a reminder, contractor “Dave” is the same one that sat out on our deck with Bob one afternoon, and had another “encounter” of a sort. I am hopeful that he does not remember that one, because if he does, he will begin to think odd thoughts about this property. Here is a link to that blog entry, when Dave bolted from the deck thinking that the unfinished beer he was in the middle of drinking was too strong: https://whosetimeisit.wordpress.com/2012/07/17/bob-a-guest-have-a-mutual-sighting/

Before this “incident” written about above, there were 2 other things that happened in March. I took pictures of two scenes in early March; one was taken 3/1, the other 3/9. Unfortunately, I don’t have any comments about these two arrangements in any emails, so I’m not really sure if they relate to any specific incident. I do vaguely remember asking Bob on the 2nd one if he “felt any presence”, because I think he’d have either been in the room or in the bathroom when it happened. However, he had not. All I can say about it at this point, is that she was “around” to make her presence known, and that the arrangements must mean something, but we know not what.

This arrangement appeared on my bedside table - Nuttah, papoose, turtle, a couple of wolf-pups, and Bob's special stone

This arrangement appeared on my bedside table – Nuttah, papoose, turtle, a couple of wolf-pups, and Bob’s special stone

A week later, the whole thing was moved to on top of the TV. Her papoose is behind her. She still sits there today, 3/24/14.

A week later, the whole thing was moved to on top of the TV. Her papoose is behind her. She still sits there today, 3/24/14.

February 21, 2014

Nuttah drops in and… where is she?


The night of Feb. 18th, I was on the phone with Bob during our usual nightly phone call. I’m at work, Bob is calling me from bed, where he’s about to go to sleep for the evening. Suddenly, while we’re talking, Bob comments, “Whoa, what was that?”

“What?”, I asked, “What happened?”

“Something just ‘breezed’ through here”, Bob exclaimed.

“Was it Nuttah?” I wondered. (I have missed her. She has not been around of late – we don’t have the sense of her being ‘gone’, just not around much. At least not in our dimension)

“Not sure… “, Bob said. “But I don’t think so. It felt like more of a male presence.”

Apparently, Niko noticed it too; he picked up on something in the room and was alert, looking around the room.

“Look at my bedside table.” I said to Bob. “Nuttah (her character) was on my radio. Is she still there?”

Bob tried, but couldn’t see with his bad vision and with the dim TV light of the room. My answer would have to wait until I got home. So the first thing I did was to go up to the bedroom and check my bedside table. And she was gone. Where did she go? And more importantly, why? Did it happen when Bob felt the ‘breeze-through’? Or was that not her? Bob is pretty good at picking up what type of presence is in his midst, so I assumed that what he felt that time was not Nuttah. But who was it, and when did Nuttah move ‘herself’? And where did she go? I looked in all the usual places – elsewhere in the bedroom and then down in my office space where she would often appear on my desk. She was not in any of the usual places. I started to look in some of the unusual places. Not there either. By the next morning, I was stumped, but I didn’t have time to look around as I had to be at an appointment early. I  just got dressed, took care of all the pets and left.

I find her in the closet with the pewter turtle and Bob's stone

I find her in the closet with the pewter turtle and Bob’s stone

By the morning of Feb. 20th, I had not found her and wrote this to Bob:
Where (and why) do you think Nuttah has disappeared again? I was getting some comfort out of her being there on my radio every night.

Bob wrote back to me: I don’t necessarily think she has left, I don’t have that sense. Just somewhere we haven’t seen. Look around, I think she is there.

Shortly after this, while I was getting dressed this morning, I opened the curtains of my closet. (Which I hadn’t done the prior morning when I was in a hurry) I emailed Bob:
I FOUND HER!
I will send you a pic. She is on the floor of my closet with the stone and a turtle. What is the message of her being in my closet??

I couldn’t think of one. But pictured here is what I found on my closet floor. Bob wrote back to me: “On the floor of your closet!!? Only time that happened was when she was on the floor in front of the rug in our old bedroom, showing approval of the rug. Yes, I think it is a message, that is funny.”

Here, below, is the picture that Bob refers to, when Nuttah put herself on a rug we placed that day in our bedroom, after it had been in another part of the house. This picture makes me nostalgic for the many times she left me flowers and hearts. It’s been so long. Of course, it is winter…

Nuttah's little angel character seated on the "new" rug with the asters and a heart; showing her "approval"

Nuttah’s little angel character seated on the “new” rug with the asters and a heart; showing her “approval”

February 14, 2014

More Drums and Rattles in Apartment


Early February, 2014:

There has not been a lot to report. Some minor things have occurred, but there is nothing major. For instance, from late January, there was this:

Bob feels as if he's entered into a room full of people

Bob feels as if he’s entered into a room full of people

Sunday, January 26: I heard the “drum-vibration” this morning in the bathroom, where it was quiet, and Bob reported two incidents that weekend of “a group” in the apartment. Bob has been going out there multiple times daily to check on heating issues. We’ve had quite a winter of problems thus far due to single-digit temps. Everything ranging from frozen pipes, to baseboard heater leakages (results in water all over the floors/carpets) to major oil burner repairs. I guess we can’t complain since we haven’t used the oil burner since 2009. It will also be the first winter since ’09 that we will be forced to buy oil to supplement our wood heat. Not heating in certain parts of the house has proved costly in other ways this winter. Live and learn, but at least now we have our back-up source of heat. Oh, and by the way, ever since we put the light out there and left it on, there hasn’t been anymore random turning on of lights. So that is apparently all they wanted – a constant source of light.

She was frozen by the corner of the office, growling

She was frozen by the corner of the office, growling

Sunday night, Bob had an incident involving none other than our dog “Stupe”, who almost never gets caught up in events. Well, never, not almost never. Bob had taken all the dogs out to the yard to relieve themselves. All dutifully followed him back in but Stupe. After 10 or so minutes, Bob, who was already inside and had taken his shoes off, went out to call her from the door. “STUPE!”, he yelled loudly out the back door toward the yard. “STUPE!” No Stupe came back, nothing but an echo from a neighbor across the creek yelling “STUPE!” back. Finally, Bob suited up and put his shoes back on, and headed toward the yard. And there was Stupe, in a frozen stance by the corner of the “office” out-building, staring at the corner and growling a deep, low, guttural growl. It was right about at this moment that Bob immediately regretted not taking Niko out with him. He had to go over in the snow and physically pull Stupe away from the building corner as she growled. He came in with her and told me what had “held her up”. We don’t know what it was about, but Stupe is usually completely oblivious to anything going on.

Aside from that, the only thing we’ve really noticed is the drumming/vibration, fairly regularly, and fairly pronounced over the last couple of days:

Bob, in an email, Monday morning, Jan. 27: Heard some serious drums and rattles when I checked the apartment this morning.

And then Tuesday morning, Jan. 28, email from Bob: Very LOUD drums and rattles in the apartment this morning, to the point of distraction, as soon as I open the door into apartment it is RIGHT THERE.

My email back to Bob, Jan. 28: Interesting what’s going on in the apartment. I’ve been hearing the “vibration” for a couple of days now, but I never hear anything out there. Last night, it was apparent when I pulled in the driveway.

And then on Feb. 4, I emailed to Bob:  I meant to mention that there was “movement” in our room last night – Nuttah is now on my bedside table and not on the TV table. This was last night when I came up to bed. Anything?

(Meaning did Bob pick up any presence the night this move happened.)

Bob to me: Not that I am aware of. Glad she is still about. Worry about her.

When I was getting ready to post this update, I put the term “Lenape Drumming” into an image search engine, to try to find something to add to the post. I have copied the picture of the result, because I think it is funny:

And this was on a different computer too; I was not on the desktop that I do this work on

And this was on a different computer too; I was not on the desktop that I do this work on

January 12, 2014

Is There Evil in the “Office” Again?


Bob and I exchanged a couple emails on Friday, January 10:
Bob: Forgot to check apartment this morning, could you check this morning please? I heard some fairly pronounced drums this morning, so did Niko and Red, or at least they were alert to something while waiting for me in the guest room. They were both standing alert when I came into room as opposed to the normal way they are, which is passed out.
Me to Bob: Last two nights I’ve been hearing major hums/buzzes. More last night I think. Always expect to see something but not this time.

As usual, again when Stew visits, his character makes its appearance also

As usual, again when Stew visits, his character makes its appearance also

Then that same night in the evening, the lights were on in the apartment again. Also, Stewie (and his girlfriend, Minsi) were visiting and would be staying overnight. I wondered when Stew’s character would make a showing, as he inevitably seems to do.  By the time we came back from dinner, Stew’s character had made its appearance. He was on the bureau in our bedroom where we have our (ancient) TV. He was placed right in front, in fact, when we went to use our respective remotes that night, neither of them worked because Stew’s character was apparently in the way. The next day, Saturday, January 11, Stew and Minsi left shortly after noon. I wondered how long it would be before his character was also gone. Nuttah seems to be uniquely attuned to the comings and goings of Stewie.

Later on Saturday, about mid-afternoon, Bob and I were readying to go out for the rest of the day. Bob was getting the pups out one last time and I was upstairs. Bob came in from that outing completely shaken and shaking. What he described happening outside has not happened here for a long time. In fact, I can’t even remember the last time it did, but it seems like it was more than a year ago.

As Bob related it, “Niko came to the end of the deck, and instead of doing his normal thing, going to the yard, he charges the office door. He somehow manages to jump up and get it open, and at that point some force comes flying out. I can ‘feel’ it, and Niko tangles with it”.

“What do you mean, is it dog size?”, I wonder.

A picture that I think illustrates Niko's lunge.

A picture that I think illustrates Niko’s lunge.

“No, it was bigger than me”, Bob continued, holding his arm to about the height he thought it might be, which was above his head.”Niko was completely engaged with it, teeth-baring, jumping, at one point he was literally airborne and he was suspended in the air grabbing onto something I couldn’t see and holding on with his teeth. ”

“I felt such an evil force with this ‘thing’, whatever it was… there was a lot of fear generated from it. My adrenalin is rushing, my heart is still pounding.”

Bob does not scare easily with any of these events, as we know. But he was afraid this time, which concerns me. What could it have been? What have we been hearing (and why?) for the past week? What did Niko engage with just now? And was it scared off? And just how bad could it be if Stewie’s character showed up like normal that night when he and Minsi were visiting?

Later, right before we left, I insisted on taking all 4 of the pups out again, even though we really didn’t need to. It was not that I doubted Bob’s incident (I didn’t) I just wanted to see what Niko would “remember”, if anything, and how he would react to that memory. So as the pups and I are coming out of the basement, Niko was super-aggressive towards Red as they charged out. He then went to the end of the deck and stood there and barked, something that he would not normally do, at least not there. It was then that I noticed that his hair was up on his back, a big “poof” of raised hair between his shoulder blades – fear or anxiety; one or the other. I opened the office door to see what he would do. It was still daylight, I doubt I would have done this in the dark. Niko went in, not hesitatingly, but somewhat cautiously, and went to the left around the back side of the door, sniffing. I sensed and felt nothing except the anxiety I felt coming off of Niko and a slight adrenalin rush knowing this was the location of many supernatural – and not necessarily nice – events. That was it. His hair did not go down as he perused the yard, and we wrapped it up and went back to the basement. Bob asked me how he was, and I told him all of the above, that he was definitely different. Bob stayed unnerved by his encounter with this “evil force” for a good hour or so.

The track of Ivan hit the US 3 separate times, A long, and long-lived hurricane, it was

The track of Ivan hit the US 3 separate times, A long, and long-lived hurricane, it was

I must say, this kind of “evil” event has not happened in awhile. When evil did make an appearance here, it always seemed to be centered in the office outside. There was this post, from February, 2013: “Niko Senses Something in the Office“. This “office” is a small, separate building from our house that used to be a basic garden shed. It actually has not been used as an “office” since it was flooded in the Hurricane Ivan flood of 2004, so we’re talking almost 10 years. But we did have it finished to be a home office, and for awhile there, it was quite nice. Now I sit high and dry in my makeshift “office” in the house, where a flood won’t reach me, at least a flood like Ivan won’t. The line of this “Ivan” graphic belies the fact that in southeastern PA where we are, we had 9 inches of rain in about a 3 hour period with Ivan. We were so caught up in flood stuff (and subsequent loss of power, inability to live in our home for a bit) that I was unaware that Ivan swung back down South and hit the US two more times before fizzling out near Texas. Amazing and destructive hurricane.

Later, Saturday, Stew was NOT on the dresser

Later, Saturday, Stew was NOT on the dresser

But we are now left to wonder if this “evil force” ties in somehow with the events of January, 2013, and also with the hums/buzzes I’ve been hearing, and the drums that Bob’s been hearing all week, including last night as Bob reports. By Saturday evening, when we came home, Stew’s character was gone. There were no more “evil” encounters that Bob reported either, and Niko seemed back to normal.

January 8, 2014

A Weekend of Events


Tonight it is Wednesday, January 8, 2014 and I came home to loud buzzing in the driveway. It followed me to the mailbox, and it followed me into the house and upstairs, and now I hear it dimly in the office as I sit here typing. I’ve already checked for changes upstairs, and things are still the way they were placed this weekend. Bob had reported Niko being distracted and unsettled earlier, last night it was that way too. But I get ahead of myself… going back to the weekend:

The bark hut was left by itself where it was propped in front of the TV

The bark hut was left by itself where it was propped in front of the TV

It was the first weekend of January, 2014. First, Bob went out to the apartment on Friday night, Jan. 3rd and heard lots of drumming and rattles. Then, we went out the night of Saturday, January 4th, and when we came home, there was a change in the display of objects upstairs in the bedroom. All but the bark-hut had been moved to be repositioned on my bedside table. I will add a picture of that change. And then Sunday the 5th, again in the apartment, Bob had to turn off lights that we did not leave on. It occurred to me as we were talking about these latest,  but relatively minor events, that maybe the drums and rattles that Bob heard over there Friday night were part of a ceremony. Because it was exactly one year ago Friday that I posted this one:

Jan. 3, 2013 – The Day it Happened

It might be hard to see but a ruler registered 7.5" of snow Friday, Jan. 3

It might be hard to see but a ruler registered 7.5″ of snow Friday, Jan. 3

And remember, the “Day it Happened” was the day Bob’s “buddy” was finally annihilated. Knowing that the Lenape are very much conscious of the ceremonial aspects of life in the form of “events”, I was pretty sure that there was something going on Friday to commemorate it. Why wasn’t Bob part of it? Were the pups? Niko? We had been home all day: it snowed heavily Friday. Bob had a rare planned day off, I ended up calling out because of the weather. Yeah, pretty lame, but I also knew it was going to be a really slow day. I don’t do that often, but with Bob being home, it made sense. This would have been the day that something would happen regarding a “ceremony”. And maybe it did, and maybe it just didn’t work out that Bob or Niko could be involved. Remember, we have been made aware that Bob can only “go” a limited number of times.

I still have not made my new characters. I had lots of time off, but I also had lots of things to do. Maybe this weekend. Here is the picture I promised of the way things had changed on my bedside table:
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