Posts tagged ‘Off Site Events’

February 28, 2012

Another Event with Bob – self-imposed

On Saturday night, Feb. 25, 2012, we were visiting and having dinner with some friends in a town a bit downriver from us. We’d had some drinks, and were moving on to dessert and dessert drinks. We’d been having quite a good time, and were just sitting around a table talking and laughing. There were only 4 of us: the other couple and Bob and me. Bob had been taking some heavy-duty pain killers for a shoulder problem he’d had since moving some furniture for me in late January. Then someone addressed a question to Bob, and I glanced over at him next to me because he didn’t answer right away. It was then that I realized that he had seemingly dozed off. I called his name, and he didn’t respond. I shook him a little and he didn’t respond. Then I shook him hard and he didn’t respond. Called out his name, shaking him, and he wasn’t waking up. Well, this was weird, and a bit unnerving. To me, he looked like he had twice before: the first time was that time on our front porch when he spilled the coffee on himself because he had gone “there” and was relatively unconscious “here”. Then there was that time he fell out of bed right after Dukey died, when in fact he was “there” and I was seeing his unconscious body here. These episodes are scary, and this was no different. However, this time I also knew about the strong pain-killers he’d been taking that day, possibly now mixed with some beer, and I was scared for Bob. Our friends were too. Bob was not waking up, at least not the way someone should if you shake them or shout at them. After a few minutes (seemed like longer) of trying to rouse him, Bob woke up. I can’t say exactly how long it had been, but long enough that we were really worried. At first he seemed really woozy and out of it, but he came around pretty quickly, looking around at us and seeming like he was trying to put together what had happened. I wanted to ask him if he’d gone “there”, but not in front of the others. So when we were leaving, I was driving, and the first thing that I asked Bob was if he’d had some kind of “experience” back there. “Yeah”, was the reply, and continued: “I was in the long-house, outside of a circle of the elders around a fire. There was some kind of meeting or council going on. They just looked at me briefly and then continued. I felt out of place, weird. Nuttah was not there, and I’m not sure what the meeting was about.”

I wondered if they’d called him in, and that was why he “disappeared” from us in the middle of a social gathering. Also a little worried, as it seemed as if this could now happen anywhere, and not just on the relative “safety” of our property. It was the first time we’d really had such an “off-site event” with the exception of that intersection that always wreaked havoc with Bob.  Bob said that he wasn’t really sure about his presence there being facilitated, but that he had felt really out of place. Like they’d been in a serious meeting, Bob pops in, diverts their attention for a moment, and then they go back to what they’d been talking about. What Bob knew was that one minute, he’d been at the dinner table, somewhat bored with the conversation, and the next minute, he was at a fire in a “council meeting” in Lenape-world. I have begun to notice how completely hard it is to “bring him back” when he goes. This is concerning me. This situation appeared as if it could possibly go another way, and I don’t really want to entertain the possibilities of that. I just hope that it doesn’t happen again.

That was really all there was to it until a couple of days later, I received one morning this email from Bob:
Bob, Feb. 28, 7 AM: “I did have an interesting dream; the woman here that has dreams about my Mom was in [my] dream last night. She told me a girl/woman that looked similar to her people told her that what happened Saturday night was done by me not “them”, and I could have died from it. Pretty weird. The council was for them. Came in this morning, when Thom (my crew) got here the first thing he told me was the woman had a dream about me last night but it was not with my Mom, a girl/woman that looked sort of like them, telling her I did it myself and not to, very dangerous. You must be very careful with your life. Good to know!

Me, Feb. 28, 9 AM:
So what you are saying is you both had the same dream with the same character? (I wonder if it was also the same time at night??) How much like Nuttah does this woman look – I mean is there a similarity between the Lao and the Lenape? This is pretty wild. Did you feel like you “did it yourself”? (Didn’t know that was possible). I sort of felt like you could have died too — esp. when we couldn’t rouse you, but what I kept telling myself is that I was rarely around the other times, and I never saw, except those 2 times, what happened to your “here” body. Maybe that is why Nuttah doesn’t do it often anymore. Interesting that this other way to communicate has developed. This woman at work may start to wonder, if she hasn’t already. I hope she doesn’t become self-conscious about it, or they start to tease her. She might stop telling you the dreams. How old is she?

Bob, Feb. 28, 9:30:
Yes, I believe the girl/woman she was talking to was Nuttah. I am staying away from any potential of “doing it myself”. I know and Nuttah knows it beats the hell out of me. It is not nice. Heart is racing thinking about it. I don’t think the woman will stop, I have been receptive and she saw the picture of my mom and pointed right to her, so she knows there is something. They believe in this stuff anyway. I don’t know how old she is, could be mid to late 30’s, married and has a daughter is all Thom told me. I don’t really talk to her beyond a smile and a hello. They tend to create jealousies if I talk to one and not the other, so it is easier to stay away from it entirely.

So now this is me just narrating about this incident. To recap — Bob has an “incident” while we’re dining with friends. I find out later he goes “there” — he’s completely unconscious here, because he’s present at a ceremony or council meeting in Lenape world — which means that he doesn’t have to be on our property for this to happen. He finds out through joint dreams later that he “did this himself”; Nuttah, for the first time, did not facilitate his transfer to the other time-zone. A woman where Bob works, who is apparently very in touch with the spiritual world, has a dream in which Nuttah appears (“a girl/woman that looked similar to her people”), in which Nuttah warns her to warn Bob not to take this stuff lightly, and not to do it himself: “What happened Saturday night was done by me not “them”, and I could have died from it”. Better take this stuff seriously. Bob has exactly the same dream. Why is this woman figuring into this scenario at all, I wonder? Is it because her mind is “open” to it, that Nuttah (and let’s not forget Bob’s mother), has found a way to convey information to get it to Bob faster, or when they can’t get through to him? And then there is the part about just randomly shooting off to that world at will — Bob has to be careful not to do that again; the warning that has come through is that you can’t do that on your own — you might not come back. Again, I am left at a loss as to what it all means and how to interpret it, I’m just glad we brought Bob back to our world in time.
And just one last thing to clarify something in this post. It is hard to find pictures of what a Lenape woman might look like, obviously, because they come from an era when there was no photography. Yet I’d like to insert these 2 pictures I found of “Lenape Women” on the web that may illustrate a similarity to how they might look, given the Lao woman’s statement: “a girl/woman that looked similar to her people”, meaning the Lao people, and you can see how Lenape women have physical similarities to Asian women:

February 15, 2012

Event #302: Tuesday, February 14, 2012

kenamëwakàn kpëmawsi - "Thankfully, you are alive"

Tuesday night (Valentine’s Day) I came home from work to find another napkin on the coffee table with Lenape words written on it. (Gotta remember to put out better paper, these napkins do not produce the best scans) Also, when I went upstairs to check the dresser, there was a change with the characters. I’ll take a picture tomorrow morning. I did write Bob an email to ask him when this “event” occurred. My suspicion is that something happened after we hung up the phone that evening, as Bob had not mentioned anything.

I wrote an email to Bob that night about it: “When did you write that napkin? Was it after you talked to me? There is a change on the dresser too. I was able to translate your word — one of the spellings was right on, but when did that happen and was there anything else?”

In the morning, 2/15, I had this email back from Bob:
I was in bed last night after talking to you when I heard Stoop scramble and whine like a 2 year-old. Got up and as soon as I started down the stairs I knew Nuttah was there, as well as someone else, but I don’t know who. She just held my hand, very tightly, which is a very odd sensation when you can’t see anything doing it. I got a clear word of “kpëmawsi“, or however it is spelled and another word of something like “kenamëwakàn“, very clear, but I don’t know what it means. It didn’t sound like it was bad though. And then everyone was gone, in an instant. Stoop came back like nothing happened and jumped back on the chair ignoring me.

Then mine: The word Nuttah was saying means literally, “Thankfulness”. I guess the phrase then could have meant “We are thankful that you live” or “We are thankful that you are alive“, or “Thankfully you live“.

Kenamëwakàn kpemawsi. I am very grateful that they saved Bob. Obviously, things could have been very different, had it not been for their intervention. For Bob, everything since has a rather surreal air about it. There was also a new arrangement on the dresser, that kind of echoes that, and I’ve included it below. If you compare this to the recent picture in event #301, our characters are all more tightly scrunched together, and Nuttah has positioned herself between Bob and I. We are all bunched in front of the Duke/Tëme character:

The 2nd new arrangement after Bob's life is saved

February 11, 2012

Event #300: Saturday, February 11, 2012

Saturday morning, the day after his major life-saving incident, Bob got up before me, and was downstairs tending the fire when I came down. I saw a napkin laying on the coffee table that had me immediately excited.

“What’s this!?”, I exclaimed, picking it up and seeing Bob’s scrawl of Lenape words. How long had it been for Lenape Words!

“I had a visit this morning.” Bob stated without much emotion or excitement. I think he is still completely perturbed by the event of yesterday – we both are. Bob continues, “I can’t believe Stoop didn’t wake you up, the way she scrambled out of here.”

A little explanation: Stoop is the only dog we have left now (out of 3). I gave up my little towpath Wobbler to our son, Stewie, who took Wobbles to his new place, new job, new apartment, out of state. It was supposed to be a move good for all, except I do miss my little towpath Wobbler. I still wobble, I just take… Stoop now. She doesn’t do as well as Wobbles, she’s a little older, but she is gradually getting used to it. It’s been about a month now. And since she is by herself, she is now IN the house with us, living upstairs in our living space. I was always curious how this would go with a dog and the “visits”, rather than Joe-the-Cat who has just become a haggard, diabetic, old man, a mere shadow of his former self over the time he’s dealt with these “visits”. (He is, after all, 17 years, which is what in cat-years, about 100?) Joe of course, is the one who has “seen” the most. Well, we got our answer. Stoop scrambled. She couldn’t get out of the room fast enough, paws and claws scraping on bare floor trying to get a footing to escape. That’s why Bob thought she might have awakened me, the mad scrabbling on the floor. She didn’t bark or whine, just got the hell out of there. And Nuttah had arrived to say something to Bob, as she came and grasped his hand with both of hers saying: “kpëmawsi”.

A new Lenape word said to Bob: kpëmawsi

“Well, I don’t think I even have to look this up”, I said, pretty sure that I knew what it meant. “Do you? Was there anything else conveyed as she said it?” I wondered.

“No, that was pretty much it, and just as quick she was gone”. Bob said.

I took the napkin with the words in to the computer to check on There really isn’t “words”, it is just one word, spelled a bunch of different ways as Bob tries to sound out and spell the foreign and ancient language that he is hearing. kpëmawsi. I’ve added a scan of the napkin with his progression of the word as he tried to understand it. He actually got it right in the 2nd variation. And it’s meaning?

You live.

Yes, he lives. He lives because they saved him. He would have been killed by the drunk driver careening through the intersection, bottoming out, sparks flying, not even making it much further as Bob was to find out later. But at least he crashed himself and not Bob. And why not Bob? Because Bob’s brakes were applied by some other force, stopping him in about 20 feet before certain-fatal contact would have been made. It’s hard to write that, knowing what could have happened. Bob went through the weekend with an air of unreality about the whole thing, hardly believing he is still here, and kpëmawsi – he lives! We are so thankful for their intervening on his behalf. Life-changing hardly begins to describe it.

February 10, 2012

Event #299: Bob’s experience Friday morning, Feb. 10

A series of events occurred during February, beginning with this email below from Bob, on Feb. 10. We are still trying to understand and grasp the magnitude of this event, but it’s pretty clear from the email that Bob’s life was saved… read on:

Had a very interesting occurrence on way in this morning….I think [it was] an intervention. Where else, but at the intersection where I’ve had past “events”. I was cruising off the bypass at 50 mph heading to a green light at the intersection. As I was approaching it my car suddenly started to brake, as though I was standing on the brakes, [but] I wasn’t. Anti lock kicked in and as it stopped, spilling some, but not all of my coffee (tragedy averted), [my] seatbelt locked up holding me in place. [And then a] car ran a complete red light on edison furlong. Pretty good chance we would have had a chance meeting. Could have messed up my day, not to mention my car. Severe adrenalin rush after I realized what happened. Would have been at least a 50 mph collision if I hit him, but I think he would have hit me, he was flying, he must have been drunk because he bottomed out crossing the intersection. I DID NOT touch the brakes.

And my response to Bob: Wow, that intervention is just INSANE! But thank god they are looking out for you — Geez, I’m glad you’re okay. How on earth does this happen? Before you saw the reason for it, what went through your mind that was going on with your car, since you weren’t the one making it brake? Was this other car coming from the left? And how did he negotiate any kind of turn or did he just go straight through. Wow, that is just wild, they are seriously looking out for you, “They” probably saw a sure collision coming and yeah – intervened on your behalf. Thank God, or thank Nuttah and her down-county relatives, there is definitely SOMETHING going on there. I think I would have been so shook up, I wouldn’t be able to drive onward. I’m glad you’re alive to tell that tale! That is just incredible, hopefully if it ever happened anywhere else, they’d be there for you then too. Have you told anyone else about it?

As I post this today, it is now Feb. 22. This occurred therefore, 12 days ago – and every event that has happened since, has something to do with that “near miss”. I will be posting those events shortly. Basically, what it appears to be, is a clear ‘intervention’ on Bob’s behalf, preventing a certain fatal accident.

Monday, I wrote Bob this follow up email: Every time I think about what could have happened Friday I get chills. I’m so glad you are here to talk about it. It’s interesting though, they did change the course of history by doing that. How many times has [an action like] this influenced things in the past? (like world events) How will it influence the future? (And do you think it’s happened to you before?)

December 22, 2011

Event #282? – Thursday, December 22, 2011

The "impression" I had of a Lenape canoe

This morning, I was doing my usual jog along the towpath with my little “wobbler”. I had a little extra time, so decided to do some extra walking for a few minutes beyond where I usually stop. The view of the river there is wide open, and the path hugs right along the side of it. I’ve already finished my main exercise, and I’m pretty relaxed, and running early, because it is a work day. Right at this point, an image came into my mind, hard to describe, more like an “impression”. This idea had not been in my head, it just popped in, almost as if I was really “seeing” it. It was of a canoe with Indians in it, paddling intently toward the river bank, right where I was at that moment. They appeared to be kneeling in the canoe, a somewhat rough-hewn one, similar to this one I found a picture of on the internet. There were 3 of them, also just like in this picture, wearing buckskin. It was a very brief impression, almost like I was “seeing” a scene from a time long-past. I stopped and stared for awhile to see if the impression would turn into something else. It did not, and was lost. However, I continued on, northward. The river has a sharp curve here and I glanced upriver. Now I had the impression of a battery of multiple Lenape canoes, about a dozen or more of them coming around the curve. I could see this in silhouette. However, it’s not really there. I don’t know what this is, or if I really “saw” anything… but when I related this incident to Bob, he said to me, “That happens to me all the time”. We were outside on our deck, looking across the creek. “What do you mean?”, I asked.
“Well, for instance”, Bob continued, “Over there, up on the hillside across the creek, I see braves all the time, they’re hunting.”
“Are there any there now?”, I wondered.
“No. But I’ve seen this frequently.” Bob said.
“You never mentioned it.” I mused.
“I know, this stuff always just gets weirder and weirder to me, I can’t mention all of it, because sometimes it just seems so crazy.”
My guess is that it took me saying that I was seeing something for Bob to admit that he too, was seeing silhouettes of Lenape just going about their business. Since then, every time I step outside, I glance across the creek to see what I might see. Winter affords a better view of everything – no underbrush to block my view — if a squirrel was over there, I would see it. But nothing — and the canoes on the river event has not happened again either.

November 4, 2011

Event #264: Friday, November 4, 2011

I awoke Friday to a rhythmic knocking sound that seemed to come from outside the only window in the bedroom. We’re still “getting used” to this bedroom, as for 10+ years in this house, we’ve been in the back, and now we’ve moved to the front. When the knocking sound persisted, I sat up, and as soon as I did, it now sounded more like it came from behind me, which would be the crawl space of the 2nd floor, right behind the bedroom. But then it stopped. I listened for a few seconds, and now didn’t hear it anymore. I glanced around the room; power is still out and nothing at all in the house is on, and there, on the table with all the characters, I saw the change. There she was. Nuttah’s character has returned. Was this what the knocking was about? Was she trying to wake me up to see her? Hear her? Who knows. All I can say is that there she sits, right in the front of the whole group, looking at me and into the room. A little unnerving at first, with the knocking, but I was excited to see her back. Also relieved.

The whole array of characters on the table - Nuttah has returned herself to the very front

I got up out of bed to go over and examine the set-up on the table to see if anything else had changed, but the addition of Nuttah’s character was the only change. I immediately texted Bob with the news. (We are texting because we can’t email with the lack of power — only day 7 with no power by the way).

This is what I texted: “Nuttah’s angel is back with all the others. She sits front and center.”

Almost immediately, I got this text back from Bob:

“Nuttah has paid us a visit. I don’t know if there is any physical evidence, but I know she was here. I was worried. Nothing major, she was just in the room. Her presence woke me about 2-something.”

What I wondered at this point, was if Bob was responding to my text about her appearance. It didn’t seem so, because he didn’t say anything about it. And shortly after, I got another text from Bob:

“I got your text after I sent mine. So, there is evidence! Good news.”

And then me to Bob:
“I was wondering that. Thought maybe U staged it 2 send when U heard from me.” (Which in fact was what he had done — so as not to send too early and wake me up.)

So that was about it for the morning. Besides Nuttah showing up, only one other ‘event’ happened Friday. I needed a shower as we can’t run water in the house with no power. We still don’t know for sure when we are going to have it back, so I had a standing offer to go to Kate’s place to shower. I took advantage of that and got there around 2 in the afternoon. In the bathroom at her place, you can’t imagine my surprise when I discovered I was hearing the hum/buzz there too! When I mentioned this to Bob, he suspected that Nuttah had followed me.

September 5, 2011

Event #246a: Monday, Sept. 5, 2011

After the ‘vision’ Bob had of something to look for, both of us found hearts on our bedside tables, as close as they could possibly be to the bed, and pointing at us. Or at us, where we would be if lying in bed. Then Monday, Labor Day, we did take a little trek across the creek to see if it was possible to find what Nuttah might have been ‘talking’ about. This didn’t happen Saturday because our insurance reps arrived early to interview us about our flood claim, and then we got busy with more clean-up and the events of the day. This continued into Sunday, so Monday was the first chance we had. I said to Bob as we were searching, that it was “like looking for a needle in a haystack”. He said it was probably worse. We had no idea where to look or what we were looking for. There is a big section of creek where the bank has been eroded with all this flood-water, and it is theoretically possible that this area has not been unearthed since “their time”. But without knowing where to look, it was an exercise in frustration.

What were we to look for that was 'unearthed by the flood waters'?

I asked Bob if at any point he felt as if he was receiving any “guidance” as to where to look. “No, not at all”, was the answer. “Do you have a feeling what we might be looking for?” I wondered. Bob said for some reason he had the impression of a weapon. Well, sure, I guess we could have been looking for arrowheads, but good grief, look at this stream bank picture to the left. And there is many feet of it that looks just like this. I thought maybe if I tried an “am-I-getting-warmer” or “am-I-getting-colder” approach, I might somehow be steered which way to go. No such luck. The best I could do was to come away with an impression that perhaps we should not look at the miniscule level, but perhaps a bigger picture. I kept trying to look up the bank, up onto the level plain, up the hillside — maybe it was something up there. We can’t walk in there, because the entire area is completely overgrown with a multi-flora rose that rips at you mercilessly. It is quite brutal. It will die back in the winter. Bob doesn’t even know for sure if the area we need to look in is right behind our house — he thinks it might be a ways upstream, so that is a project for another day. I wish I had something really exciting and interesting to report.

September 2, 2011

Friday night, Sept. 2, 2011

I do still have to insert a post or two related to the flood of Irene. As I mentioned on Aug. 25, we were either going to be without power, or crazed-busy. And it has been the latter. Miraculously, we had power/cable/internet through the entire thing, but others did not fare so well. We have flood water to clean-up/recover from, but it is so minimal in comparison to the Ivan flood of ’04, that we are relatively relieved. However, there is still clean up, and that’s what we’ve been doing. I am posting tonight because of something Bob just experienced. I won’t know the outcome of this until tomorrow, when it is daylight, but it has me rather excited and intrigued. He had a ‘visit’ tonight, in the yard while feeding the dogs. Bob was ‘told’ that the flood unearthed something that we need to see. Something that will interest us and relates to us. I can’t wait ’til daylight to see what this is. I will post it as soon as we know.

August 10, 2011

Update: Wednesday, August 10, 2011

I’ve finally finished updating all the missing entries from June & July. It took awhile to get it all sorted out and organized, and the missing events are listed as follows. If you read June and July after August 10, it is not necessary to follow these links as you probably already read them. Also, if you subscribe to the updates, you would have gotten them in your email, but if you want to read them in order, go here. (and I promise I won’t get this far behind again, it’s way too confusing for me, and for you too, I’m sure)

Event #226, June 6 Nuttah offers an explanation of Bob’s May 26th event
Event #226a, June 7 Bob musing on the May 26 event
Event #229, June 20 Bob has another ‘relocation’ experience
Event #232, June 30 Why there was only one wolf at the last visit
Event #233, July 5 A reappearance of a heart
Event #234, July 6 Bob hopes for a wolf-pup
Event #234a, July 6 Musings on time and events
Non-event, July 31, Lenape Village Tour

July 31, 2011

Sunday, July 31, 2011: Lenape Village Tour

The Village Totem

On a very, VERY hot July day, I urged Bob to accompany me to an outdoor event. It so happens that there is an actual reproduction of a Lenape Village that holds open houses and tours. Not totally authentic, they will fully admit, but a reproduction as best they can do so it will last, and not fall victim (hopefully) to both vandals and the environment. We’ve read about it, but had never been to it before, as it is somewhat of a distance. But the topic today, as they always focus on something specific on their Sunday tour, was “Medicinal Plants”, so I thought it was right up my (or An’na’s) alley. And so off we went. The tour was the first part of it, and they took us around the village to see different aspects of Lenape life. I will introduce this tour in the form of the pictures that I took, because with their captions, it should be more or less self-explanatory. Notice that the totem has a turtle at the top!

At the very least, even though it was a rather cursory intro, Bob and I have both been inspired to attend again. We may go for another topic in the early fall, when things cool down a bit.

[Note: I have inserted a web-coded ‘table’ for the first time into one of these posts, to try to display the pictures better, so I do hope that it works for every browser, otherwise, these pictures are going to spewing all over the place and I apologize in advance if that is the case with your browser]

Sweat Lodge

The sweat lodge would have been made with skins, but they used canvas in this reproduction

Birthing Hut

Village Birthing Hut

small snake

A very small garter snake, 4 days old is the estimate

Girl Grinding Corn

A young volunteer girl demonstrates making corn meal

Chris (Che) Egnoto gave the introduction to the medicinal plants talk, and there were many examples right in the village and surrounding the village of the plants that he spoke of. The instructor mentioned a couple of books to research plants further, which Bob thinks it is a good idea if I pursue. Some of the plants mentioned were those that Nuttah has left for me, such as the Indian Hemp.

Chris Egnoto

Chris (Che) gives an intro to medicinal plants on the tour. Photo is courtesy

inside the Longhouse

A view from inside the Village Longhouse