Here’s Coleman’s review on his blog Cryptomundo.

Approximately two months ago, I awoke in the middle of the night, roughly within the magical 3am hour (That in itself is worthy of more study, as it always seems to be at that particular hour. But I won’t veer off course here). What I began to hear, was in fact, as best I can describe, the sound of a LARGE ‘mechanical and metallic’ bird(?) outside of my window. I was stunned by this sound, but not afraid. I didn’t even feel the urge to look, to be honest. I just paid attention to the sound itself. It was fascinating. For the better part of ten minutes, it would ’squawk’ several times, take a break for about 30 seconds, then resume the vocalization. I heard it that one night, and never again. If I were to match the scope and size of this ‘bird’ with the size of the sound, this thing would’ve been 8ft. tall. Better I not look after all.

He goes on to write about synchronicity; contacts with others experiencing similar things, and some of what he’s discovered via research, past experiences, and the movie The Fourth Kind.

What struck me as interesting was the immediate “mothy” vibe I got from reading this account. Even though there is no mention of Mothman or indication of any Mothman phenomena, I couldn’t help but be reminded of Mothman. There is the bird like imagery of this encounter of course, but I thought of the electronic voices Keel described in The Mothman Prophecies.

Ed Walters, author of The Gulf Breeze Sightings, described hearing weird electronic or metallic voices outside his bedroom windows at night in connection with his UFO experiences.

I was also reminded of Greg Taylor’s article Her Sweet Murmur, in DarkLore volume 1, which explores the rushing, roaring, bell clanging/chiming sounds many (including myself) experience during esoteric events. These episodes appear diverse and often unconnected from each other; UFOs, BVM (Blessed Virgin Mary) appearances, Mothman, Bigfoot or other crypto sightings, aliens, OOBEs, etc. but, Taylor asks, is there a common source from where these entities emerge? These strange sounds of clicking, clacking, singing, bells and the like are shared by fringe phenomena; possibly pointing to the idea they are related. UFOs, aliens, abductions, contactees, Bigfoot weirdness, BVM sightings, MIBS, fairies, maybe they are kaleidoscopic manifestations of the same thing.

As far as Mothman goes, Mothman wasn’t, or isn’t, an isolated and specific event. There’s a whole high strangeness context enveloping Mothman: UFOs, MIBS, telepathic messages, OOBEs, electronic voices, premonitions, heavy dreams laden with messages and communications, curses and legends, synchronicities and a thread of violence that trails Mothman. This is not to say Mothman itself is violent, or responsible for the aura of violence connected with the phenomena, but a response to it.

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.

I didn’t fully realize at the time why that my title for this blog — Mothman Flutterings — was more fitting than I consciously thought. “Flutterings” — small nebulous tuggings coming up from my subconscious that whisper “Mothman.” Mothman seems to be some kind of symbol to me in a vague way; relating to it poetically, or paranormally poetically, or something. This is all very rambling, I know.

Anyway, in some odd connection to all this, the other day I just “felt” a strangeness surrounding me. Not bad, or negative, but off. I was walking the few blocks to a store in my neighborhood, and a car started to follow me; or so I thought at first. It seemed like it; the car was moving slowly, and wherever I went, the car went. I turned and the driver was a woman, and she didn’t seem to notice me in the least. Nothing strange about the car, either. No Men in Black stuff. As I turned to walk across the gravel part of the sidewalk (such as it is) she kind of drove up onto it, which was a little odd. But again, she didn’t seem to be at all interested in me, so . . . I indulged in that nagging paranormal feeling and kept walking. She drove off.

A few moments later, another car cut across this gravel “sidewalk” that I was walking across. This time the driver was a man. He did glance at me, but was intent on getting to where he was going, which, I assumed, was the busy street he was angling towards. Then he kind of backs up a bit, and seems to follow me, parking just as I walk by. He then gets out and walks to the same store I’m headed towards. A little odd, since he could have kept driving a few more yards and parked closer, but what did I care. His car wasn’t black either; just a kind of an older car. He glanced at me again, and this time, I thought that was strange, he seemed almost mad, or something. He was short, dark complected, had a moustache, and appeared to be in his late fifties, early sixities. I got the vibe he was thinking I had something to do with his parking there.

Later that night, we heard, several times, low flying aircraft and helicopters, unusual for our area.

All this time I’m having that “Mothman tugging at me” feeling, which makes no sense, I know.

Don’t get excited, I’m not suggesting for one minute I was being followed by MIBS or black helicopters. While low flying planes rattling our windows is uncommon, it isn’t unheard of. It was just the overall tone of the day that reminded me that sometimes the most mundane things also act as little nudges towards the shimmery boundaries of “reality.” Maybe that’s what all this “Mothman fluttering” is about, at least in some ways.

So mom and I are talking, and she mentions she recently watched a program on TV about UFOs which she found “interesting.” We got to talking about the triangles, which she hadn’t heard of, so I told her what I knew, including my own triangle sighting in Oregon years ago. The conversation about the UFOs in Mexico and the triangles had mom wondering about air space; “it seems dangerous for us (or anyone) to fly in someone else’s airspace.” Then she told me for that reason, among others, she didn’t think the triangles were “ours,” but probably alien. Go, mom!

A bit later I mentioned Mothman, not sure how it came up, and she said “Who, what?!” She had never heard of Mothman! So of course I told her all about that. Which she found fascinating. And I mentioned MIBS — “Men in black?” mom asked; I said “Yep” — and she asked if they were aliens. I said I didn’t know, but that’s certainly one theory.

“What do the Men in black do?” she asks. I told her about the outdated clothing, cars, the odd behavior, etc. and something strange began to happen. The more I started to casually describe MIBS, I began to have that “they’re listening” feeling. That “they’re here….!” feeling, that I’ve had (along with others, who confirmed the presence of non-human intelligences) at times when discussing UFOs. It was very odd. And when I got to the part where I said:

And an eerie aspect of MIBS is, for example, you go outside at night with the dogs, say, and you’re looking up at the night sky, and you see a UFO. And you decide you’re not going to tell anyone about it, you keep the sighting to yourself. You haven’t told anyone, you go off to bed. The next day or soon after, a MIB or two arrive at your door, asking you about your UFO sighting.

I got the weirdest, yet familiar, sensation in my solar plexus, that same kind of feeling I’ve had before with “them” (whoever the hell “they” are) — a combination of a warning and a confirmation “they” are tuned in. Tuned in and listening with great interest.

(I didn’t mention that to mom; enough is enough after all.)

So I promised mom I’d e-mail her some Mothman links, and I’ll send her a book or two as well. Let’s hope it doesn’t scare her, although I doubt it, she’s very tough in many ways, and an avid reader. She did tell me that the only book she read that really scared her, living by herself at the time, was Stephen King’s Tommyknockers, which surprised me, because that’s the one book of King’s that really made me uncomfortable as well. Hmmm….