MOTHMAN FLUTTERINGS

Mike Clelland at hidden experience writes about an interesting dream about an owl, and a hummingbird. Aside from the normal owl-as-symbol-of-esoterica, there seems to be a bit of synchronicity going on with birds in general and windshields. (Visit here to listen to the recent conversation Mike and I had about birds and general weirdness.)

From the blog Strange Planet, a fascinating post about the author’s experiences involving mechanical voices, where he describes hearing at 3:00 a.m. (a time noted for being a kind of UFO/paranormal, magical time, as he notes) a very strange sound

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.

Blog entry from red pill junkie at The Daily Grail about his “mothman moments,” with a nice mention about my article in Darklore II — thank you rp! A “Mothman Moment” at the Sauna.

And a bit of synchronicity for myself; if you read the comments left at his blog, you’ll where he mentions listening to the interiview with Tim Binnall and the “Paranormal Pastor,” who warns against getting too obsessed about the darker side of esoterica. I was just again thinking about that today; I’ve had an idea for some months now about a project — maybe a blog, site, or a book, not sure where I wanted to go — about the “dark side” of one aspect of Forteana. Then thought better of it. I have enough going on and there’s enough dark side stuff on its own to occupy any student of high strangeness.

I like this blog because it’s purely personal; someone sharing their experiences. Here’s a beautiful and somehow magical and important experience involving owls.

I’m right in the middle of reading about Charles Manson in Andrew Colvin’s Mothman’s Photographer III. So much to say about that! But it’ll have to wait for a later time. But I click on Yahoo News just now, to find an item about a “newly released photo” of Manson, because the “newspapers requested it.” As Colvin and others who are steeped in esoterica, connections, synchronicities and symbolism, would probably say, something is afoot here with all that.

Inspired by a childhood experience Andrew Colvin comments on in Mothman Photographer III, I wrote this: Mothman, Puppet Wolves and the Nunahee, for UFO Digest.

I wrote about two odd things that I observed the other day on my Orange Orb blog, after putting out the intent to have something appear of an esoteric nature. Blame it on something I read in Mothman’s Photographer III.

Nick comments on some Mothman synchronicity at his There’s Something in the Woods blog.

I’m always interested in images that resonate within me, images that remind me of Mothman. I’ve never seen Mothman of course but for some reason, it seems I share some kind of long distance interest with the Mothman story.

I saw this on the Coast to Coast site; a listener sent in a vivid photograph of the “black angel” that reminded me immediately of Mothman. You can see the photo here.

I followed the link provided and found this; a history of the black angel images in Iowa cemeteries, by paranormal writer Troy Taylor.

A few interesting points that struck me as parallels to Mothman: one of the cemeteries was built on old Native American burial grounds, the Mormons, who have an alien-ET motif in their sacred story, one of the people who commissioned one of the black angels wanted to honor the “visions” her mother had before she died. These visions or dreams were not the usual, mundane dreams but very special, according to a family member:

These supernatural “visitations” were no mere dreams. According to Mrs. Dodge, they were realistic and overwhelming visions about which her daughter Anne stated: “We realized this was no dream, no ordinary occurrence, but an apparition such as appeared to those saints of olden times, who were spiritual seers, holy enough to penetrate the fleshly veil and view spiritual things hidden from the worldly minded.”

I’m not suggesting the black angel statue in Iowa, and these visitations, were Mothman, or, vice versa. But they do share vivid commonalities. And, if one is “legend tripping,” which was the inspiration for the Coast to Coast listener who sent in his photo, the comparisons are not a stretch or pointless exercise. They’re insights into symbols, story, lore, myths, synchronicities, etc. Andrew Colvin discusses this quite a bit in The Mothman’s Photographer.

A phenomena I’ve noticed that occurs frequently since I’ve been exploring Mothman is synchronicity. With most things paranormal, Fortean and UFO, synchronicity plays a large role. But it seems more so, more immediate and more vivid, concerning Mothman.

For example, the other day I kept running into fluttering things; leaves swirling up in my face for no clear reason, light objects fluttering, flitting or flying by me. I had the visceral impression something was sending me a message through these images. This morning I had the same thought as I was driving to work; thinking of the images all around me, and what they might have to say. Listening to the images, instead of using words.

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.