MOTHMAN FLUTTERINGS

Just in time for Halloween. It sounds too good to be true, if it’s possible to consider a blood sucking, large moth “good,” but it is true. In Russia, scientists have found a moth that’s evolved from a fruit eating/sucking insect, to a blood sucking one. For more, visit the National Geographic site.

More Mothy connected dreaming . . .
(This is also posted over at my blog — along with several other esoteric women — Women Of Esoterica. But this is Mothman related, so I’m reposting it here as well.)

I’m posting this here because the following dream (I know, snore) has a bit of something to do with my previous post here about my OOBE. (My Utterly Completely Wondrous New Age OOBE)

That first dream/OOBE was wonderful, fantastic, amazing, and positive. This one, while almost silly sounding, was creepy and scary.

I’m reading Gray Barker’s The Silver Bridge. It’s been reissued by Andrew Colvin, author of Mothman’s Photographer, so we all have him to thank for this. (I urge anyone interested in Mothman, or anyone just interested in Fortean stuff to read both Colvin’s and Barker’s books.) Copies of The Silver Bridge have been rare, and, if lucky enough to find a copy, you’d have to pay upwards of $400! Now you can get it for about $10.00. I’m enjoying the book very much. I have a fascination with Mothman that I can’t explain; I’ve never been back east (except for one brief visit to North Carolina once) let alone West Virginia, so I don’t know what’s that all about. (My grandfather, part native American, was from Virginia, … but that’s a very thin connection, if any )

So I’m reading the book before going to sleep, and as I’m turning out the light, I had this weird thought pop into my head: that I better do some protection around me, because I don’t want to encounter any negative entities or energies. Then I thought, “well, I wasn’t planning to, and I’m tired.” I turn off the light, and go to sleep. I don’t know why I had that thought: I was enjoying the Silver Bridge, and not at all feeling creeped out or “scared,” and certainly not thinking anything about Reptilians. As far as Mothman goes, I don’t know what Mothman is/was, but I’ve never felt it to be Reptilian, not sure it’s alien as in from outer space, or even convinced it’s a negative energy.

I have a dream. It’s almost funny at first. I’m very happy, very excited about something good that’s happened, and I’m running down the street in joy. I run past a glass apartment building kind of thing, and I notice that there are little toy aliens everywhere, mostly green. Little rubber and plastic alien faces, and toys, and my first thought is: “That’s so cute! How neat they have a sense of humor!” But then I quickly see that the building is empty, and I the thought occurs to me that it isn’t funny, not one damn bit. We don’t know what’s going on, who the aliens are, if they’re really even aliens, as in ET, and yet we’re running around making cute little cartoons out of them. We’re playing with fire!

But I don’t have much time to dwell on that, because I’m happy, and running down the street to a local coffee shop to share my news. I go inside, and there are a lot of people in there, and at first, I’m glad to be there. Then I realize: “Goddamn!!!!! These aren’t people, they’re aliens! They’re not just aliens, they’re Reptilians!” And I see their faces change, from human, to a subtle olive green color, and their features change a bit. Not too much however, if you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t notice. And then they quickly change back. I’m freaked! I’m scared! And then they notice that I notice . . . and they’re very angry about that. I try to deny that I’ve noticed anything, but they’re not buying it. Then I get angry my own damn self, lol, and say really intelligent things like, “Who do you Reptilians think you are, anyway?!” which of course, just pisses them off even more. Suddenly I realize how really dangerous they are.

Here the dream changes. I wake up, scared to death, and don’t want to go back to sleep. But I’m an adult and have to wake up at six in the morning, so tough for me. I try to go back to sleep. I immediately begin to experience that rushing, roaring sensation, and see whirls and swirls of green scales, just that, green and scales and the knowledge lizard intelligences are afoot. They won’t stop, just swirling rushes of Reptilian green, and I know that that’s what it is, and “they” are trying to get me to come out and play.

I say to myself that, as much as I would love to have another out of body experience like I had here, and trip the astral plane fantastic, not like this! I literally said to myself “I’m not going there!” and with great effort, woke myself up.

One more thing: I noticed earlier in the evening, while cooking dinner, there was a large green ink smudge on my hand, like something you’d get from a marker. It could have happened anywhere, and I do work in a school, but it I hadn’t seen it before, and I have nothing like that at home that I can think of. A perfectly natural explanation, but a very weird bit of synchronicity.

Mothman Pottery Mound and Sacred Datura, by Gary David for Viewzone. The article focuses on finds of mounds and pottery and artwork in Mexico, some of which share a seemingly esoteric commonality with Mothman:

Some of the most unusual murals, however, are those that depict what we today call the Mothman. One shows the creature with a red body, white sash, black kilt with geometric designs, and a red headdress. His translucent wings are crosshatched and painted with a few lavender spots. One wing’s lower edge has three red spots on a white jagged background.

The other figure in basically the same pose has a yellow body and a brown and yellow headdress. This one has star symbols on his wings and a couple of dragonfly symbols beneath him. With his left hand he is grasping a lightning bolt emanating from a bowl balanced on a maiden’s head. (She is not seen in the this picture, but she is, by the way, holding a macaw in each hand.) Both of the Mothman figures have a coiled or curved proboscis.

You may or may not agree with the perspectives given here, but it’s an expertly written piece with great detail and information; definitely worth reading.

Nick Redfern on UFO Mystic has a post that’s full of good news: Gray Barker’s The Silver Bridge is being reissued by Metadisc out of Seattle, which is Andy Colvin’s thing. Colvin of course wrote Mothman’s Photographer. The Silver Bridge has been long out of print. Copies, which are rare, go for anywhere from $100 up to $400 or more.

Read more about this on UFO Mystic.

I’ve mentioned this before on this blog, but here it is again: I have a MIBS and Mothman group on Yahoo. The group has been going on for some time, a few years I think. Hope you join us.

Glad to see a blog from Colvin, who’s been at it for some time, but I just discovered it. Der. Here it is: Andycolvin.com.

http://www.andycolvin.com/wordpress/

I have a new blog: teme (an animal blog) about, well, animals, including the Fortean things but the focus is on animals, animals welfare, etc.

I found a blog called The Vintage Moth, which offers vintage images in the public domain. I found the blog by way of a visitor to my blog Vintage U.F.O. Vintage Moth isn’t just images of insects or moths, but all kinds of topics.