Posts tagged ‘the elders’

January 11, 2013

Will we have to leave the “Land of the Turtles”?


A couple of days later, Bob sent me this email:

1/11/13, 8:15 AM Bob: Had a disturbing “dream” at some point last night, woke very upset. Saw a preliminary “planning session”, more like a sweat lodge stint. It was followed by a ceremony in the main long house to “listen to the ancestors” via smoke and ornaments placed at the four directional points. There was a meditation involving Nuttah and some “leaders” that I have not seen before. The purpose of this was to get direction on how to properly honor the ancestors/spirits involved in the freeing of their land and people from my “buddy”.

Then it got depressing. They showed me some pretty disturbing stuff, not unlike what I have seen before for our area. Different this time because it was made clear that we may likely have to leave, (this is an approximation) Tulpehakink, (“the land of the turtles”) which, I think, is where we live (their land) and go to, funny, as I am writing this I am hearing the words in my mind:

welakamike nihelatamweokan (well-ah-ka-mee-kay/ Nigh-la-tom-wee-o-kan)

I am not sure what it means exactly, but it is essentially escaping our land to freedom/safety. It is  pretty disturbing, a sense of foreboding has been with me all the way in and is still, I was listening to C2C and it is like the dream was tied to this show. I had to turn it off because it was too disconcerting. Niko was clearly disturbed this morning, waiting on the stairs when I came down, growling at something. He had pooped on the floor in basement, I cleaned that up (roughly). I let them both out, Stupey would not come out of crate, literally had to drag her by collar, don’t know if that was because it was a routine change or whether the presence/sensation was so strong that even she felt it. Enough of that, too unnerving.

An Indian Migration

Me just narrating: Bob’s first Lenape word there, “welakamike” translates literally (from the site “Talk-Lenape.org“) as: “a pretty place (such as a park); good land”.
The second word “nihelatamweokan“, translates as “Freedom”.
Used together, I am guessing that this phrase means a place of “good land” where we can still be free. But “the land of the turtles”, or Tulpehocken / Tulpehakink will have to be abandoned. Unfortunately, this is completely in line with guests that I hear on Coast-to-Coast. I still resist becoming one of those “preppers”, but how long can we ignore the clues? The messages have been repetitive, and they have been clear. And it is not one single source that they come from, but several.

I looked up the “Coast” program that Bob refers to in his email, and found that it was about this:

“Author and researcher Larry Kelley joined John B. Wells to discuss scenarios preceding the decline and demise of great civilizations, such as the United States, and how lessons from history can provide solutions needed to reverse the downward trend.”

If we can.

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January 8, 2013

Is it Over?


Later that morning, I replied to Bob:

Well, they WERE led and possessed by ancestors and spirits, you – Kitchi – Duke – Niko – Teme, probably the elders too, and others we don’t know about. Good that they (the bad ones) didn’t see you because it just adds to the mystical quality of the event. Wow, what an outcome. I’m so glad she’s safe. It all kind of makes sense now, and maybe in some other time line/event, the outcome didn’t go like this, and you had to be there to “change history”. It has such enormous implications, I’m just not getting all of it. It was 3 years ago now that she first started hinting about this – how could she have known about what was to come, what they were fighting?  It seems even Niko and his presence here was part of the “plan”. How was what you saw last night shown to you? Let me know if you hear anything from the Lao woman, I’m curious if she was shown the same.

Now me just narrating: It was such a relief that Nuttah, who now had a nearly 2 month old baby, could live in relative peace, and enjoy heat and food for the rest of the winter. It is amazing that they survived, given the circumstances. I don’t know how she did it, with her newborn. It just goes to show their resilience, her incredible constitution, and their strong will. With some help from “others” added in. Has this happened other times in history? Where “help” from those (people and animals) living in a different time line was needed to achieve a goal? Was history changed here and perhaps along some other timeline it went an entirely different way? No way of knowing. At least no way for ME to know. I’ve been listening to some “Coast” episodes over the past few months that are finally giving me a better idea of this “information matrix”, as it were. I have to try to pull all that together to add to the blog, it’s all starting to make some degree of sense, better than what I had 3 years ago when all this started. But first, I must continue to try to get caught up.

Lenape-Family-Scene-2The next day, Bob wrote this email:
1/8/13, 7:50 AM, Bob: The Lao woman had the same dream; she feels great relief, she thinks the contact is over, she is quite happy about that. I think she (her culture) has a much greater similarity to the mindset/wiring of the Lenape than I/we do, so the results seemed perfectly reasonable to her. At any rate she doesn’t think she will have any more contact. I have a similar sense, I have accomplished what they needed (almost feel like I was used as a tool) and the job is done. It was/is a big culture-changing, watershed event for them, something that will be added to their folklore, but I fear it is done, not sure how I feel about that.

I responded to Bob later that morning, 9:13 AM: I find it kind of hard to believe that the way Nuttah has been, the contact would just “end”. I’m not sure it was all a ruse to get you to help them, but that she has some real feeling and interest. Anyway, that’s my theory, I think we will see, hear, feel something, maybe when all settles down. I would be rather perturbed if there was nothing. What does the Lao woman think of the whole thing? Have we figured out what her involvement is in it, or why she was involved? All pretty strange, pretty strange. I don’t even know how I write this part up. Might make a good book.

Later that night, coming home from work, I heard a loud buzzing in the house, but there was nothing else. It was very hard for me to believe that it was over. I was having a hard time with that.

September 15, 2012

Strategizing


Saturday morning, September 15, 2012, 7:30 AM:
Bob got up well ahead of me and had a chance to write this email before I got up. Fortunately, he has an update as to how things stand now:

The remaining wolf-pup is grown now, and greets Bob when he goes "there".

The remaining wolf-pup is grown now, and greets Bob when he goes “there”.

I had a fairly eventful night. Woke, or returned around 4:30am. The Wolf tribe survived because they were warned by one of their hunting parties in time to abandon their settlement and they took most of their stored foods. I sat in a council meeting with people I had not seen before to discuss strategy. The elders want to essentially do nothing. Wait and live in fear in hopes the yahoos (invaders) won’t return. I said, “That is nuts”.  I had a bit more credibility because I coincidentally arrived at their encampment not just with Nuttah but with son-o-Tëme striding beside me! I wasn’t even aware of him until everyone started exclaiming.

I advised attack on our terms and our territory. Fight in conditions that will negate the weaponry superiority [of the invaders]. They were not really amenable to looking for trouble, even though they already have it. They lost their settlement, they are living in the woods in makeshift huts, they are always on the look out. They are heading into winter living little better than wild game. I know they are far outnumbered, but they have the ability to defeat these yahoos if they properly plan.  I can help with that. I guess reading all the books on the strategies of Alexander might help in a weird way. I also believe I know who the yahoo leader is from descriptions of some of the eye witnesses. It is my “buddy”.

When I got up a little later, Bob and I sat outside having coffee after I read his dream email. I asked Bob how he is received there, he had to remind me that he is not “Bob” there; he is someone else. He’s not sure who, but he has some credibility. The part about the Evil One being the head honcho of the attacking marauders did not in the least surprise me. It kind of explains the whole summer’s interaction with this evil inter-dimensional being wreaking havoc in Bob’s life. Perhaps the Evil One thinks somehow that Bob can have some influence on the events. How? Just more to worry about.

Something needs to be figured out, and I’m not sure, besides the internet and a lot of timely research, how to do it. Obviously, I barely have time to keep up with the blog. There is a connection here with the Mound People, the Central Americans, and the Lenape. It is ancient history, yet it appears to have happened. Or it “is” happening. I feel I really need to delve into what this connection was (is).  I have tried to look into that a bit, and just using search engines and the internet, I don’t seem to get very far. I wonder if there are existing Lenape today that know anything about it. There is, somewhere near here, an Indian History Museum. I wonder if a trip there would be revealing?

September 4, 2012

What Happened to Nuttah’s clan


It has taken me awhile to come to terms with posting this next one. I struggled with the idea of not posting at all, and that was for a couple of reasons. First, the information is disturbing. Second, there is still a part of me (probably that will not go away) that tends to think that writing it up, focusing on it, and especially posting it, gives it a life.  All this stuff that has been going on for the past 3 years is so odd, and so “out there”, that thinking this way does not seem so far fetched. Heck, nothing is far fetched when you get right down to it. And so… because posting the other events of  late summer and fall won’t make a lot of sense without posting this first, I put it out there. This is a continuation of the previous post: “We found out what happened”.

What happened is that a marauding, invading foreign group had come through their encampment. They burned everything, destroyed all their crops, and brutally massacred most of Nuttah’s tribe. Bob was, unfortunately, shown this graphically. Nuttah, with her amazing skills and cunning, had somehow managed to escape and survive. Remember, she is about 5 months pregnant. She is okay, the baby is okay. She survived along with only 5 others and one was severely injured, and they were trying to keep him with them and alive. It is the first time they returned to what had been their village. The two wise, trusty elders that I referred to so many times in prior posts? Gone, massacred. Nuttah’s new young husband? Brutally massacred. My Mother?? Gone. Only 6 of the tribe members, including Nuttah, survived this brutality rampaging through their tiny village. Crops were burned, supplies, shelter, all burned or taken. And by who?, you might wonder. They were Central American warriors, possibly Mayan, but definitely Central American, reports Bob, based on the weapons that were left behind. They were things that the Lenape and North American Native Americans never used or had. Brutal, sophisticated, utterly destructive and effective weapons to decimate a small tribe of Northern Woodland Indians completely unprepared for this. And why? Where were they going, what were they doing here? And when WAS this, I wondered? As far as we know, this did not happen historically, but Bob thinks, “how could we know”? They came through, they pillaged, they continued, they came back, they left. Or what? A different time-line perhaps than the one we are on?

“How did Nuttah survive?”, I asked Bob, knowing she is halfway through her pregnancy.

“Because of who she is”, was Bob’s reply. I’m not really sure what that means. They didn’t “spare” her, so it means she was able to get away using her extraordinary powers. She is lucky she is not left alone, that there are others, albeit few, that survived. But here is the kicker. When Nuttah visited, she pleaded with Bob to come be with them and help them. Help defend the remaining few from the enemy, because although they have temporarily moved off for more conquests in a northerly direction , the fear is that they will return. And she adds, that if he does come to help, he will have to give up his life here. She thinks that Bob can help them, and fight off  the enemy if they were to return. It is more like when they return. Bob had to say no, his life here with me and our children is too important. I asked if Nuttah could come here? No, he said. Can they ALL come here? No, Bob said. Can we do something for them, give them something; food, supplies, anything? What can we do? He thinks nothing. He is very depressed about it. We both are. We both had trouble even going to sleep that night, thinking about the utter horror of this event: Nuttah and her small band of survivors huddling hidden in the woods, not even able to build a fire because the smoke might give them away. And now, going into what will soon be fall and winter, with no saved crops, no supplies and only a handful of people. How are they going to do it? How is she going to do it pregnant? Isn’t there some way we can help them?

I’m editing this post for publication on what is now Christmas Day, December 25, 2012 so it is quite a few months since this happened. We’ve had time to reflect about it, learn more, certainly worry a lot about how they are surviving. And will the enemy return? Bob thinks yes. I’m not sure why. He says it is a rogue war party, numbering about 200, and they’ve been on the move from Central America, basically annihilating everything in their path that they encounter, and taking the supplies and food. These small Lenape encampments have no defense against an army so strong. They are headed north, up towards what would become New Jersey, New York and then on into Canada. So was this the connection with the Mayan inter-dimensional being that was wreaking havoc in Bob’s life all summer? The message had been to “kill Bob in all of his lives”. I do not understand any of this. It seems so unreal, but there is this being, the interloper, there is Nuttah, and her presence and existence are certain — what does it all mean?? Sometimes I just want to scream about it, and it’s even more frustrating, our inability to help in any way. We just have to pray for them and hope for the best. It is so sad. I hope that we hear more promising news soon. I hope that we hear from her and that she is okay. I hope the injured one lives.

June 30, 2012

Bob Takes a Time-Travel Trip for an Important Lenape Ritual


Bob wrote me this email on the morning of Friday, June 29, about an event that occurred during the night:

I had a wild night last night, woke exceedingly confused, can’t stop thinking about it. I left the program last night, big time, like in the beginning. Down the wormhole sort of stuff.

I was sitting around a large, hot fire, way too hot for my liking, especially considering how hot it is/was there and here. It was somewhere upstream of the village in a clearing. [I was with] Nuttah (looking fairly pregnant), the two old joints, 4 other old joints and 4 young, really strong and fierce looking men; I had the distinct impression of warriors. All were in a semi-circle around me with my back to the (very hot) fire. There was a long period of them just sitting silently heads leaned back towards the sky, in what looked like a sort of meditation. Then they all stood up and I did too, don’t know how I knew to, guess it just made sense and then each of them came up to me individually and stared at me intently, no more than a foot away, just stared into my eyes. This went on for several minutes each and several rotations, 4 cycles to be exact. Each of the old joints were wearing a pendant reflecting the four cardinal points, the young joints had the symbolic cardinal points painted on their chests. Nuttah and the familiar old joints were wearing pendants.

On the web, this directional circle is being described as a “Medicine Wheel”

After the rotations finished they placed a young ear of slightly yellow corn on the ground in front of me followed by some black coals from the fire, some red berries and a white flower. All the colors of the cardinal points, except these were Meso-American associations, although I don’t know enough to know whether it was the same throughout the Americas. Could be I guess. Either way it was. They all then sat back down and so did I, they all went into a meditation again, heads leaning back. One of the old joints started to chant after what seemed like forever, I was getting concerned about what was going on at this point. They all then began to stare intently at me while the one old joint chanted.

Within a few minutes I started to feel as though I was drugged, started having hallucinations, or I guess they would say visions, wild shit, flying above the trees, then suddenly back on ground in the midst of a fight among warring tribes (that was some wicked stuff, awful) then in the creek spearing fish and netting them in the traps they set, all these various scenes, several scenes of hunting parties with Tëme, walking along side with his mate, that brought the best feelings and the most comforting, as well as sadness.

Then there were scenes here of just everyday life, pretty mundane by comparison, mostly us around the property in what I believe must have been early spring.

Then, back, sitting by the fire. They started to move together into a small circle and converse, as I was sitting trying to listen, I really couldn’t hear well. I started to look around the perimeter of where we were, once my eyes adjusted to the darkness and distance I saw mommy wolf and two pups (not so much pups anymore). I can’t be absolutely sure of this, but behind them, in the woods, there appeared to be another, almost white wolf, or at least very blond, it was so odd I am not positive that is what I was seeing. But that is what I think I saw, I could’ve been imagining it.

Then back to the group, they broke up their little “meeting” and Nuttah walked towards me and knelt in front of me with the arrangement between us. She started to speak to me in Lenape, which I surprisingly understood, or not so surprisingly.

She started telling me that there was complete agreement, I started thinking agreement about what?? She said I did something, here in the early spring that confirmed to all of the other joints what she had been sure of for “many cycles”. Apparently I did something that either proved something to them or changed something. I am also not allowed to know what it is as it might compromise other events. I had a distinct date in mind all the way to work and now. The date I keep thinking of is April 4th. No idea why or what it could be, can’t possibly remember the specific day. But that is the date that came to mind and is becoming more steadfast, for what that is worth.

Then Nuttah got up, came to me and sat beside me. She put her hand in mine and then I woke up back in bed. I was way disoriented and more than a little confused. It was 2:57 AM on the clock. Must have fallen immediately to sleep because the next thing was the alarm going off and me being totally bewildered. Amazing how the mind can adapt when it has to. I was able to force myself back to this reality pretty quickly, much quicker then in the past. Still bewildered and out of sorts, but functioning. Fortunately, today I have the time to record this on a PC rather than a device. That about covers it.

April 5, 2012

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”

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”.

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 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 talk-lenape.org. 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?)

January 29, 2012

Sunday morning, January 29, 2012


Bob related an event to me that happened overnight involving Nuttah and the two elders. He was given some information through mental imagery about something that has been uncovered. He’s been given this information before, and shortly after that original message, we had both gone looking for it. At that time, we thought we were looking for some kind of artifact, and we had no idea what, where, or how big. It felt like looking for a needle in a haystack, and it more or less was like that, and I must confess, we gave up pretty easily. This originally happened shortly after Hurrican Irene in early September of 2011 that caused flooding here as well as many places elsewhere. Due to some erosion/undercutting of the creek bank from the flooding, something had been exposed, and we have not found it yet. As Bob was to find out last night though, this artifact is not Lenape, and is not even a remnant of their culture. It is a structure, and it was there before the Lenape came. It is, apparently STILL here. I want to find this thing in the worst way, but we don’t know where to look. Can you imagine uncovering something that pre-dates the Lenape here? What culture was it? And when? It is a structure made of stone. Bob sat and drew this picture that came to him in the image that was projected to him. I have included it here (below), cleaned up as much as I could because he drew it on a patterned napkin. What we are looking at in this picture is the eroded creek-bank. And amongst all the random stones that are just part of the bank and all the soil around here, if you can imagine the cross-section created by erosion is something that jumps out as a pattern. Like a fabricated stone wall amidst all the obviously random stones. Bob knows through the messages he has received, that this “side of a wall” that he has been able to see, is the side of a building. Only this one side is exposed, and he doesn’t know if any other parts of it are intact. Bob took some time Sunday morning to take a hike upstream wherever creek access was possible and see if he could find it, but he couldn’t. The information that is obviously missing from these communications, is where the site is. But another question needs to be asked, and that is, “What would we do if we found it?” Would we alert someone? Get people in here to examine it, excavate it, do an archaeological dig? I doubt it. But it would also depend who it was, and what their intent was. From a historical perspective, this certainly has fascinating implications. Below Bob’s drawing, I’ve also included one of the pictures we took of the undercut bank last September, when we first went looking. You can see in that picture what we are up against.

The drawing shows the creek at the bottom, then the eroded bank, trees at the top. The darker section of longer stones in the center would be how this building will appear

Generally, how the banks of the creek look everywhere