Bob finds the flowering tree

The Paulownia Tree was at the Plant!

On May 20 at 9:17 AM, Bob wrote me this email:
“Walked out on dock this morning looking for truck, looked around and saw this!!!!!  It is the tree with the “flowers” on it.

My response, 9:48 AM: WOW!!! It’s a Paulownia Tree. Right there. Do you think she is trying to tell you something? Interesting that it is still in bloom, that branch was at least a week ago, wasn’t it? Can you try to get a better picture of it? I can barely make out what it is, had to zoom in for a closeup

Bob, 10:35 AM: It is the tree with the “flowers” on it.  Will have to wait until tomorrow for a better picture.

And here, to the right is the picture Bob sent, this is literally right outside the plant, growing up against one of the walls. This is, unfortunately, a fairly dark cellphone picture that I was not able to do much with. I tried to lighten things up as much as I could to emphasize the purple flowers, and I’m pretty sure that can be seen pretty well. I’ve cropped them out separately, and below is a close-up of the flowering part of the tree. I think by leaving this plant on my keyboard on my desk at home, Nuttah was trying to tell us that she is in both places, or is at least, capable of sending representatives to both home and work. What, however, is the significance of this tree? Another mystery…

Close up of the flowering part of the tree at Bob’s plant: Paulownia

Bob is Hurled Across the Room

Wow, I wrote this whole great intro-paragraph to this next post, and the whole thing just deleted on me, when I tried to save it. I just love that.

What I had started to say yesterday when I first attempted to write and then post this (before it got deleted) was:  I wish that our exposure to this stuff made us somehow more insightful, more in touch, more aware of what is going on. But we are just as at a loss as we were in December of 2009 when it first started. Or at least I am. I listen religiously to Coast to Coast AM on my iPod with the hope that I will hear a guest (hopefully a physicist) that will just wrap it all up for me, and deliver the package in the form of an acute understanding of this whole bizarre thing. Someone who might explain the time travel, the parallel worlds, the inter-dimensional beings, the presence in our house, not just of Nuttah, but of other families, other time-lines, where previous residents still get up and go to work too, just like us. Or they get up and go do something, not necessarily clear what that is. But they come and go, just like we do. This past spring/summer presented a new being, another one from the “inter-dimensional” world, one that personified Evil. This was the being that introduced himself as the one that was out to “kill Bob in all of his lives“. I’ve already posted a number of events where this could have happened. And then on June 21st, I got this text from Bob, he is at work:

“I went to take a 20 minute nap before driving home and 10 minutes into it I was thrown across the office in my chair. Freaked me out pretty good.”

Bob is hurled across the room in his office chair. In actuality, it was on wheels, and he was “winged”, but this is still a good illustration, if you ask me.

June 21, 2:58 pm, Me: Geez. WTF. Is he around?

3:01 pm, Bob: Obviously. He is not nice. Scared the hell out of me.

3:16 pm, me: That just be freakin nuts.

3:18 pm, Bob: Yes, Kind of unexpected. Guess I have a new area to worry about.

3:24 pm, Bob: Woman upstairs came down looking for me. She was aware of something.

3:25 pm, me: Wow, what did you tell her?

3:25 pm, Bob: Just told her everything is okay.

The next day, on June 22, Bob wrote me this in an email: Just found myself checking around office and conference room/bathroom for any unwanted buddy visits. He is not very nice, downright rude in fact.

Me: Yeah, I’d be looking around every corner too. I hope you are right about the outcome of this, if he can appear there and jump in front of your car, he could be anywhere. It is just so weird. I’d say be careful, but I’m not sure what you can do. You scared him off once, keep doing it.

But how do you fight off an inter-dimensional being that can just go “Poof” when push comes to shove and disappear? Hardly a fair advantage. But does Bob have his own advantage because of the apparent protection that surrounds him?

The Evil One Regroups

Bob’s incident at the plant with the “Evil One” occurred on May 30th. Up until this encounter, Bob had been seeing him every day. Afterwards, for a number of weeks, he was completely absent, which Bob found odd, considering his continual presence before this. We thought that the encounter had really had an effect. Then on Tuesday, June 19th, I got this email from Bob:

“Had my buddy run in front of me this morning. He was standing near the railroad bridge looking at me as I was approaching and as I got up to him he darted towards me directly in front of car….then “POOF” he was gone. Didn’t even have time to touch my brakes. Half expected him to be in the back seat, maybe he is, who knows, but I didn’t have any sensation he was or is around. Also, having some pretty alarming “dreams” again, most of last week and now again last night. Just have to hope it isn’t on our timeline. That is what I am banking on anyway. If not, we might be homesteading, or probably living in a small village. On another note, I saw Joe this morning, he seems to be more mobile and alert, demanding attention.

My email to Bob: Alarming that you are seeing the buddy again, and that you’re having these dreams. Any corroboration from the woman upstairs? I had a really weird dream about Bobby Kennedy, of all people, he was alive in this dream. Maybe in some timeline he still is. That’s all I remember now.

Bob responds:  “The woman upstairs approached me with ” bad things” dreams this morning. I said I know all about it. I told her not to worry, nothing was going to happen, that it is “somewhere  else” that it is/will happen. She seemed to get it. What I don’t get is why she AND her husband seem to think that I have some control over it. They look to me to explain and protect, good luck.

My email back to Bob: What are the “bad things dreams”, is it death and destruction, the end of the world as we know it? Is it the course of events unless something changes? Joe does seem more alert and mobile, he was yowling for food this morning when I went down. Had a bad night of sleep, up for a big part of it, had a lot of pain. Have not been wobbling since I lost the nano, cause I can’t seem to do one without the other, however, I am also afraid of a giant pain attack while I’m a mile into it and having to hobble and drive back, but I may have to just plow forth.

Joe from about a year ago

The reference above to Joe, pertains to “Joe the Cat”. Remember him? He is still with us. However, he had a serious health issue (diabetes) for which we treated him through most of the spring. He is definitely ailing, and as old as he is (17 or 18), he’s had a good, long life. That’s Joe. The reference I am making to above about pain has to do with a bout of kidney stones! I hadn’t had one since 1998, and here one was, rearing its ugly presence. I had to suffer this one out until I passed it, which mercifully finally did happen. I had a CT scan somewhere in there, which showed that I actually have THREE. This was just one of the 3. Not something I recommend.

The Evil One Disappears for a Few Days

After Bob’s encounter, for the next few days, the “Evil One” was not to be seen anywhere, as evidenced by these emails:

5/31: Fortunately no encounter or sighting this morning. I may just be dehydrated.

Me:  Is this the first morning in awhile with no sighting?

Bob: Yes, first time in awhile I haven’t seen my jackwagon buddy.

6/1, from Bob: Day two with no sign of my buddy. Must not be an animal lover.

Me: Glad your “buddy” is out of the picture, even if only for the moment. That must have been quite a scare, or else he was testing you to see if you were the real thing.

Bob: I wonder what did happen with my buddy, is he regrouping, is he gone? I doubt that he is gone. I guess I’ll find out.

Then on 6/5, Bob reports that the woman upstairs “had a dream again about my buddy”.
He continues: “I saw him this morning, several blocks from plant, my crew got “scared” but I don’t know if he just didn’t see him or couldn’t see him. Woman upstairs told Thom to tell me to “be careful” “she very scared”.

Me: Interesting that the ‘buddy’ showed up again. Be careful!

It went on like that, with the “Evil One” slowly reappearing, but further from the plant than he’d been before.

Then from Bob on Thursday, June 7, a night I was at the hospital having an Ultrasound done on my legs. It was to rule out DVT, or Deep Vein Thombosis. A trip we had taken to visit Stewie had caused me a lot of leg pain. In retrospect, I think it was just from not exercising the way I normally do, and the long, protracted period in the car, sitting. Anyway, back to the email:

On my desk after my Ultrasound exam: Nuttah with the silver heart-charm and a small vase of yellow-sweet-clover flowers

“I had a visit last night. It appears that it was more about you. Nuttah and the old joints just seemed concerned. They did leave an impression that they suspected I did something to piss off my buddy, “Camazotz ah Pukh”. Also 2 other things: There was a dream of her father walking in the creek with the Tëme upstream. That is it, no idea. Maybe simply a dream.  And I saw my buddy several blocks from work again. He seems more cautious. That b it here. Hope all is well with ultrasound.

The visit from Nuttah that Bob mentions above is substantiated when I come home that night from my test at the hospital:

Me: And yes — Nuttah left me a new batch of flowers, I came in to a little display right at my keyboard of the yellow sweet clover, a heart, and Nuttah, facing me. Took some pictures. She had removed the flowers I had in a shot glass for her, and put the clover in it’s place.

Bob: Good, I’m glad Nuttah let you know she was thinking of you.

Bob is Protected by a Wolf Spirit

For the next week, Bob would pull in every morning in the wee hours of darkness for his plant opening procedure. The Evil One could be seen lurking around the entry gates to the parking lot, but there was no more interaction until about a week after the “name” incident.
Bob wrote me this email early in the morning of Wednesday, May 30th:

Where Bob’s incident occurred, however it was in the dark, behind the fencing

“Had a new experience with my buddy, kind of freaked me out. To start, he wasn’t at the outside (street gate) when I pulled up. When I park, I have another gate to go through to get to the office door, then [there is] a roll up door before entering office, so it takes some time. It is fenced between office and plant door so you have some protection from the local talent. I was unlocking the locks on the roll up when he emerged from around the corner by the plant door. I thought for sure this was the showdown. I immediately decided it would be on my terms and started towards him. [He was] only 10 feet max away, probably less.

As I was about to engage him there was a loud, deep growl…just like an attacking wolf [but] it came from me, or around and through me. Before I knew what happened he was gone, vanished into thin air. VERY STRANGE. It took a minute or two for me to compose myself and continue with my mundane opening procedures. I was soaked with sweat in an instant. Pretty intense.

Then, the email continued with this:
On another note I had a “dream” with Nuttah, she was showing me this field of what I guess we call weeds, but they had these clusters of tiny flowers, real tiny flowers on them, it was dark and she was showing me by firelight (torch) so maybe they open, either way I have no idea about why she was showing them to me. That was it, she seemed to think they were important to you, but I don’t know why I was shown them and why she just didn’t give you some instead, but then you wouldn’t know they were important. I don’t know how to describe them except they were in clusters with several stalks of clusters in a group, seemed tiny and probably white, but not even sure of that.
Things are not what they appear to be, much more complex. Have to get back to work, hope you slept well, it b humid as hell down here.

I responded this to Bob:
Damn. That is intense, that experience. So he vanished, he’s part of the inter-dimension?? So you are protected by a wolf all the time? You walk with it maybe, it’s with you, it surrounds you. Thank God. He was scared off. Hopefully he will not come back. Talk to the woman upstairs, see what she is dreaming. By the way, if you had taken him on, what would you have used as a weapon? Just bare hands?

Those flowers you describe, there was a stalk of one of them on my keyboard last night, so she did bring me one. I know I have also seen them before, but I’ve seen them here, she brought one last year too. I’ll see if I was able to ID it. Last night I put it in water. I just checked old blog entries, and I have been given this flower before, but it appears I was never able to ID it. Maybe I should make more of an effort, given they have some importance. Maybe they only grow there. I’ll see how it fared overnight, I put the sprig in water. Hope you have no more encounters today — but remember what that sha(wo)man told you, she saw something – an animal around you. Be careful! Not that you have any control over it, but hopefully you have this protection all the time.

It’s Go Time
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Was this episode with the Evil One an instance of Shape Shifting on the part of Bob?? Did Bob literally assume the shape or demeanor of a wolf and chase the Evil away? Whatever he did, he did scare him off. It was not Bob that retreated, it was the Evil One. The vanishing “Poof” act makes it certain that this character is an inter-dimensional being. He just disappeared. Hopefully, there is some permanence to that, but we both have some doubts.

As far as the flowers Bob was shown, I believe this must have been “Indian Hemp”. Something that is used by the Lenape for fiber. I regret that I never did take a photo of the flower Nuttah left me that day in May. I don’t know why I didn’t and I think that is a first. But that just indicates how overwhelmed I was with being so busy with everything that’s going on; spring and summer being busy, demanding seasons for us with so much to do. I confess, I am writing this now in October; as I have kept saying, I am very far behind. But we both look forward to the quiet months of the winter, when everything outside sleeps. Bob and I are both ready for winter, and the slowness (not to mention coolness) that comes with it. Hopefully things will calm down.

My thanks to the blog: “Incredible Vanishing Paperweight“, for the use of the shape-shifter wolf picture. It captured for me, what I thought the “Evil One” might be seeing or perceiving as Bob lunged for him, certain that it was he that was going to take the Evil One down on Bob’s terms.

The Evil One has a Name

On the morning of May 24, 2012, Bob wrote me this email:
“Spoke to my buddy this morning, got his name. I know it, I have heard it in the long past. I wrote it down as best I could, I know I have heard it, just have to remember where and go from there. I’ll send my rendering when I get time to go to the car and get it. It is definitely Maya. He is very classic Maya in his look.”

Bob jots down the name he heard on a piece of scrap paper

Later in the morning, Bob adds this:
“I know I know this name/names. It is Maya God names, from the bolontiku (9 gods), I think, Camasotz Ah Pukh, I remember the spelling as I write them, I think I spent a lot of time reading and researching the bolonbtiku and the oxlahuntiku (13 gods). Odd that he would have that name/names. I think sotz/zotz means bat, funny how much you can remember when it is triggered. I think I know what the rest means, but not certain. Back to the sweatshop.

I asked Bob, “Well HOW did you get his name? Did you just stop and ask? If you have time, see if you can find anything in one of your books tonight, more on the meaning. That is so weird. But he’s an interdimensional being, right? How did he act when you spoke to him, or if you spoke to him?”

Bob writes back:
“I had to get out of car because opener wasn’t working properly. He was standing there looking all sleazy and evil. I said ‘Good Morning’ and asked him his name. He said it in k’iche Maya dialect, I recognized that. He said something else too, in k’iche, but I am having difficulty remembering.

I looked up the name “Camazotz” on the internet:

“In Maya mythology, Camazotz (alternate spellings Cama-Zotz, Sotz, Zotz) was a bat god. Camazotz means “death bat” in the K’iche’ language. In Mesoamerica the bat was associated with night, death, and sacrifice.[1]” “Camazotz is formed from the K’iche’ words kame, meaning “death”, and sotz’, meaning “bat”.[2].” “In the Popol Vuh, Camazotz are the bat-like monsters encountered by the Maya Hero Twins Hunahpu and Xbalanque during their trials in the underworld of Xibalba.

Why does he have THIS name? What is the significance? Why did he tell Bob? If it’s an inter-dimensional being, which I believe him to be, is he just using this name to project his pure Evilness to Bob? Because he knows that Bob will understand it, and know what it implies? Or, is he this God? Impossible to know. He can take many guises, it would seem.

It does need to be added here that Bob has a long history with studies of the Maya, going back to before college. He has a huge book collection, I’m guessing most of which are out of print, of rare Maya books. This is how he knows what the Evil one meant when he said “his” name. And I do think that this Evil one knows he would know what it meant. But now what? What does it all mean? How does it tie in, if at all, with Nuttah? Or is it just some evil thing taking advantage of the opened portal? Can he follow Bob home? I have lots of questions. I am not comfortable. This is scary. Makes you just want to look around every corner, and I worry about Bob going into work every day and messing with the entry gates, and encountering this truly evil creature.

The “Evil One”: Multiple Appearances in the Dark

After we learned about Nuttah’s pregnancy on May 1, the next “activity” seemed to only concern the “Evil One”.

First, there was this on May 3 from Bob:
I had a first, this morning, ‘my buddy’ was waiting at the gate, never had that in the morning, kind of “creepy”, as Rue would say. If he was to do anything rude, that would have been the time to do it, dark, me waiting for gate to open, still having several other locks and gates to go through when I get out of car, he just smiled and turned and walked away. I am not sure of this, but it was raining and he didn’t appear to be getting wet, very strange, but I could be wrong.

Me: That IS creepy, “your buddy” at the gate at that hour. Is anyone else around then? What are your options there besides what you did? That is just beyond creepy, I don’t like it, I don’t like it at all. I’m beginning to think though that he’s from another dimension. The appearance [the other day when he appeared further north] is just too weird, and you were probably right that he wasn’t wet. You may also have a clue with your electromagnetic problem with computers. Maybe there is something there. Be interesting if it’s a force field that could be measured. A vibration IS being picked up.

Bob: Not many options for me in the morning, I am first one here, I open everything. I have protection I believe, plus a cat.

Let’s hope that Bob is right about that protection.

Then, the next night, May 4, Bob wrote me this: Slept pretty much all through the night, when I did wake I heard distinct drums and rattles. No idea why you hear them and why you don’t, although sound manipulation must play some part in this whole odd thing. I suppose Nuttah is going to be a bit out of touch now and for the foreseeable future, being pregnant. Maybe not, who knows, it might increase the activity.

Bob then added, “The woman upstairs said she saw “him” in a dream, he was very angry about something, she didn’t know about what, it scared her. She put her husband on the phone to explain it to me. I had nothing, no dream, no meeting.”

Nothing to corroborate what the woman had seen.

I was curious though, I wrote Bob this: What did the husband of woman upstairs say about the dream? Anything more than what you mentioned?

Apparently, there was not, because Bob did not elaborate on it.

Then on May 8, this email:  Forgot to mention, my buddy was out front this morning when my crew and I pulled up. I didn’t say anything to Thom, (his crew), but Thom started to shiver and said, “I don’t know why, but I scared”. He didn’t see the joint, but apparently felt something.

Me: Why do you think Thom didn’t see the man? Should he have seen him? Or was he hiding somewhere in the dark? If he SHOULD have seen him, but didn’t, maybe no one else can see him? What was your awful dream, was it about this guy?

Bob: Thom should have seen the joint. But these guys are not always too keen in their observations.

And then on May 15, Bob texted: Saw my buddy in two places this morning on the way in.

Me: Where did you see him this time, and was it physically feasible for him (in normal circumstances anyway) to be in the 2 spots you saw him? What was he doing? Any interaction?

We are still trying to determine if this “Evil one” is from another dimension. Okay, I really do know how odd that sounds, but I’ve accepted the reality of these other dimensions, given the presence of Nuttah, basically, as a member of our family, of our lives. We would dearly miss her if she disappeared, if something happened to her, or if somehow the activity (that has been going on for nearly 3 years) came to a stop.

The evidence of the “Evil One” being from another dimension is pretty substantial. There were 2 incidents where he seemed to more or less “blip” from one spot to the next that defied physical reality, at least the way WE know it. Then there was him appearing to not get wet in a heavy rain. And then the fact that Thom, Bob’s “crew”, feels his presence, but even when he is there, can’t see him, when you would think that he should see him. Without knowing if he is from our dimension, it is impossible to theorize about who he might be, what he might do? I believe I am more afraid of him than Bob is. Is he inured to things that might happen in this section of the city because he’s been doing it for 30 years? Is that dangerous, that he might just accept this as a matter of course, and not be on his guard? And what can he do if he didn’t feel that way? Still has to get to work. Can’t hire private security. The choices are fairly limited. And you might call the cops and there is nobody there, and you’re perceived as crazy. What is he, this evil one? Who is he? Why is he here, tormenting Bob?

Another Interdimensional Being?

On April 19, 2012, I received this email excerpt from Bob:

Almost forgot to mention, saw my jackwagon buddy [at intersection near the plant] this morning.

This is Bob’s first reference to him as the “Jackwagon-buddy”.

I responded with this: Is this the first time you have seen the jackwagon in the morning? Isn’t that only a couple blocks away? Was there any interaction?

Apparently there was not, as Bob did not respond to tell me one way or the other. Then a few days later on the 24th, I get this text:

“My buddy was outside the gate when I was closing it leaving.” This was not good, as it meant the Evil one was tracking him, almost taunting him, knew where he would be during certain times of the day, and literally seemed to be laying in wait for him. To do what? I worried about Bob all the time. He seemed concerned, but not overly concerned. I knew it would be really difficult, if not impossible for Bob to heed the warning: “You should not be alone. He will find you.”

Then on April 24th, I got this odd text from Bob after he’d been to the chiropractor. (For that shoulder problem from January that never got solved by medical doctors).

“Just had an interesting chiro appt. call if you can”

I called as soon as I could (since I was at work), as I was very curious what might have happened, especially since that episode from awhile back that occurred during a different physical therapy session. The one where we thought some inter-dimensional being had followed Bob to his appointment, or at least appeared there, and there was no explanation for who “she” was, even by the office staff.

What happened here though, on this day, was something different, yet again. Bob said that the chiropractor was working on him  (this could have been maybe the 3rd or 4th appointment). This chiropractic therapy was having a good result for Bob, finally, after months of no relief. And I don’t remember exactly how this was said, or how it came up, but the doctor said something to Bob that he was picking up on:  “When I work on you,  I feel your spirit, which is one, but then I also feel the spirit of another.”

There was barely any response from Bob, as he had no idea where the doctor was going with this, or what had made him bring it up. He felt too awkward to even respond.

“I feel the spirit of two, not just you, but as if you have some ‘protection’. But I’m not sure that it is human, it feels like it might be animal”, the doctor continued.

Bob, not knowing quite how to respond, simply grunted a “huh”, and let it go at that.

But then the man said, “I sometimes work with a woman who is a Native American Shaman. I’d like you to meet her. I feel something with you that I’ve not picked up before.”

Bob didn’t say yea or nay to this, merely wrapped up the appointment and let it go. But he did text me to tell me about it. Fascinating, I thought, what could it be? Well, at least maybe I could worry slightly less about Bob and his jack-wagon buddy if he had some kind of hidden protection. Or at least hidden from the average Joe.

Then Bob went back to the chiropractor later that week. It’s important to know that Bob is a “walk-in” patient, this doctor does not require an appointment. If he can work you in, he allows walk-ins, so Bob would always just go on his way home, without making an appointment and he could be seen. This day, he was leaving after an unscheduled visit, and he was about to get in his car. A woman was coming toward him from the direction of the chiropractor’s office with a sense of purpose, as if she knew him. She was calling something to him from quite a distance away.

“He’s right!”, she called out. “He’s right! There are two!”

“Two what?”, Bob wondered, as the woman got closer. She was dressed in a somewhat colorful outfit that Bob thought looked roughly “peasant” or South American, or possibly even present day Native American. Long skirt in a bright fabric, long, braided hair. She approached Bob like she knew him.

“Two spirits, and one is an animal!”, the woman exclaimed.

Bob didn’t quite know how to react to her, humors her with “Well, okay. Sorry, gotta go.”

I wish that he’d spent more time with her. I asked Bob to get her name. I wanted to talk to her. But Bob was afraid that if he ever went in to the chiropractor and asked about the Shaman, or what the doctor meant by what he said, that he would deny ever having said it, or deny there was any Shaman. Unfortunately, I think that could happen — maybe it was just something else “playing” through these people, or maybe the Shaman(woman) was another inter-dimensional being. Bob did have a couple more appointments; it never came up again, and after that, Bob was basically “cured”. He is much better now, no longer on any pain killers, and back to his usual level of functioning. However, we are left to wonder about this incident — what did they see/feel, if it really happened at all? That was Bob’s hesitance about bringing it up again, as I was encouraging him to talk to the Shaman(woman). He was afraid that the doctor would look at him like, “I never said that.” That’s the weird thing about all of this so far — you do have to be careful about what you divulge, if anything at all. I am sure that most people think that it is just plain crazy, and believe me, sometimes we think that too.

An Inter-Dimensional Being?

My mother’s character appears again, this time with a small bouquet of flowers and a heart.

Excerpt of my email to Bob, on April 5, 2012:  When I came home last night, I heard the buzzing and came up to find my Mom’s character on my bedside table. In front of her was the heart charm (that was hers) pointing at the bed and a little bouquet of flowers; purple violets, celandine and speedwell. I put them in water last night and some have sprung back. Interesting, because when I went to sleep the night before I made a mental appeal to my Mother to help me understand what was going on. Nothing yet except some odd dreams that I guess I should take note of. And of course, this. Then last night washing up, the buzzing sounded more like drumming.

Then the night of April 5, Bob told me this very odd story:

Bob had an appointment with a physical therapist for the shoulder problem that had happened in late January. This was just one more in this long chain of pointless medical appointments that Bob was less than thrilled with, because so far, he had found no solution to or relief from the problem. This appointment occurred at the orthopedic doctor’s office, and Bob was taken to a room by the therapist where the first, of what was to be several, physical therapy sessions were going to take place. The therapist got Bob situated on a table, and said she’d be right back. She then left the room. While she was gone, a small, Asian woman entered the therapy room. She seemed to Bob like any other employee of the place, dressed like them in scrubs, busying herself like them. She was doing things around the room that Bob was dimly aware of, but when nearer to him she said to Bob,

“The person that is looking for you is here.”

“What??”, Bob asked, surprised.

“He’s here. The person that is looking for you is here.” she said again.

“Who’s here?? Who’s looking for me?? Bob asked, startled, a chill creeping along his neck.

He sat up, but the woman had scuttled out of the room. Shortly after this, the therapist came back in, and Bob asked her who was the woman that came in while she was gone.

“What woman?”, asked the therapist.

Bob then described her: her Asian look, how she was dressed, all the details that he could remember. The therapist then replied, “Well, you are the last patient of the day, and there are only two of us here still and nobody that looks like that. In fact, nobody that looks like that works here any time of the day, so I’ve no idea WHO that was. Sorry.”

Bob laid there for the rest of his appointment wondering WHAT he had seen and what had just happened. Of course, he’s now thinking of the evil man from his dreams; “the person that is looking for you.” The one that wants to kill you in all of your lives. Bob texted me this later:

“The more I consider that encounter at the Physical Therapy joint, the weirder it is. Stuff b weird.

Excerpt of my email on April 6, 2012: That incident at the PT was VERY weird! And scary and freaky. It’s like the man in white suit in “Entangled”. He can take other guises, and follows you in other dimensions. Super weird and eery. I don’t like that at all. Ask the woman upstairs if she sensed anything?? After 3 nights of appealing to my mother, I only have a few dreams to go by, and nothing that seems consequential. Won’t stop me though. Do you FEEL any better after the PT though?

We were both left wondering about this episode: was the mysterious Asian woman a messenger of, or could she be that Evil one from the dreams in disguise? And is Bob safe anywhere, since this appearance was in a doctor’s office? The incident left us both shaken and wondering… what can they do to you coming from other dimensions, and how can you avoid them? And of course there were the words of warning echoing from Bob’s dream of just the prior evening: “Be aware of what is around you, you should not be alone. He will find you.”

Bob was scheduled for future therapy sessions at the same place, but he cancelled the appointments and never went back, partially due to the fact that he felt it wasn’t working, but I believe part of it also because of the sheer bizarreness of this episode. I agreed with him, I did not want him to go back there.

Another Adventure to the Lenape World

An excerpt of email sent by Bob: April 4, 8:15 AM

Woke up completely out of it this morning. Spent a portion of my night away from home. Did you notice anything? I was back by the creek, upstream, watching the white bird ceremony. The group of guys covering themselves in the mud and something else, not sure what. The old joints were participants, but not in the active manner as the others, more just chanting and shaking rattles occasionally. I sat back in the woods with Nuttah, Mom wolf and the pups. Just watched. The ceremony ended, the men that were covering themselves in stuff went into the water and washed, the bird just sort of hovered around, clearly not afraid. The old joints walked back to us. They started their stuff about being prepared and said what your Mom said to me about needing to survive to take care of you in the event things start to fall apart. I must be more like I was when I was younger, more like I was here (I believe that is a reference to being there and being Nuttah’s father). Be aware of what is around you, you should not be alone. He will find you. ??? I said “who and why”. No response. Thanks. All I got from the old joints from my questions was something I remember from before, they repeated it 3 times, I can still hear it as I write “alewi ki kuwatu” , almost sure I have that right because I hear it, may be off by a letter or two. I know what they were saying when I am there, it becomes somewhat more vague as I remember it, but I will see if you can find anything, I think it has something to do with me knowing the answers. Nuttah said to me “kaski lesiv” or something to that effect, not so sure on that one, but she also repeated it 3 times, she held my hand and squeezed it tighter each time she said it, not sure if it meant anything or if it was her just becoming more urgent. And then it was over and I woke standing in the bathroom. I’m starting to think they have a stake in my survival that goes beyond just caring, maybe not Nuttah, but the old joints. The one old joint travels to the creek for these ceremonies and for the “meetings”, he is not part of their clan/group/village whatever you want to call it. I have forgotten a lot of what I used to know when I was going to see them on a more regular basis!

Excerpt of my response: April 4, 8:50 AM

I found myself for some reason on a post of 4/5/11 and it was about the first white merganser sighting you had: 2 regular mergansers and the one all-white one. The first “alewi ki kuwati” reference in the blog happened on 4/1/10, and that post was about when you found out how she lost you. “Alewi ki kuwatu” is “you know more“. (I have that in the heading of the blog too). I’ll look up Nuttah’s phrase. The other thing I noticed was the buzz pretty strong last night, and then the night before, she had moved her character back to your bedside table. “Kaski” means “You can”. The other word I’m not finding. Any context? An English word I can search on? There does not appear to be a “V” in their language, I could be wrong, but maybe it’s like the Gaelic, which uses a “bh” for “V”, or another combo? The ceremony last year happened on May 26, 2011, that one by the creek where they were smeared with mud. Interesting night though! It’s been a long time. I didn’t notice anything overnight, except I had some pretty vivid dreams.

Then I spent some time trying to look up the translation of Nuttah’s Lenape phrase, and found only this:
How about this for a translation:
kàski në laihòsin.
“You can do that”
Closest word I could find to “lesiv”

From the site: http://www.astronomy.pomona.edu/archeo/astro6/delaware_ind/CREATION.HTML

Curiously, I am re-reading this and posting it several months since it happened. Reading the part about that mud ceremony in the creek, it reminded me of the first time I’d written about it over a year ago. And I wondered if this ceremony had a special significance for them, so for the first time, I actually did an internet search for “Lenape Mud Ceremony”. It turns out that there is something related to mud, and it is part of their “creation story”. I found this site that describes it quite well. So for the 2nd year, Bob was taken there to be part of this ceremony. The only odd thing is that they occurred on different days of the year: May 26, 2011 the first time, and April 4, 2012 the second. So maybe it has more to do with moon cycles, planetary alignment, seasonal events, than an actual fixed “date”.