The Blessing of Three Daughters

A tent, a conversation on daughters, and Heaven

The day was a slow, sunny afternoon in mid to late April 2025. I was downtown at my sales job working in outdoor adventure retail. Watched customers check out a Marmot tent set up on the floor across from where I was stationed in the Climbing Department. The blue, green, and gray tent was a classic tent for short backpacking trips. A bit on the heavy side, but sturdy and robust. Tough. A young father and two adorably dressed girls were all playing around and in the tent. His daughters were so excited! They bounced and crawled around inside the tent laughing, giggling, and chattering. Their Dad squatted down outside zipping and unzipping the door zipper of the tent; checking out how smoothly the zipper ran on its track. He laughed and smiled at his little girls.

As there was a lull of sorts in Climb, I walked over and said, “Hello, it’s ok to check out the tent.”

Also mentioned I have three daughters of my own, but they were all grown up now. They were, however, like his once. His two reminded me of my kids’ energy back when they were young.

“Oh, you have three daughters?” The man said as he continued to zip and unzip the tent door. He turned around part-way upon his haunches and looked up at me, eye to eye, with a sparkle in his brown eyes. “Do you know what it means when you have three daughters?”  Continue reading

Dreams, Time Travel, Ghost Cities, and Reality

When a dream seems more of a portal
than a fantasy during sleep

Had the strangest dream last night. This morning, actually. Monday morning, the 21st of April 2025. Seemed so real. So real. What does it mean? Sometimes a dream is just a dream, and sometimes one feels much more is going on deep down in the subconscious. Or maybe one’s dream opened into the astral realm. Perhaps the dream is prophetic. Or rich with the late Joseph Campbell’s mythos of the Hero’s (or Heroine’s) Journey. Then again, perhaps as Sigmund Freud supposedly declared over a hundred years ago, “Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.” The dream is just a dream. Or is it?

Inside the Dream:
Was busy working on the sales floor at the Downtown Seattle REI store, but inside didn’t seem like any place I recognized. At the same time, however, I seem to know it anyway in some weird fashion. The store seemed familiar and purposeful even tho I did not recognize the interior as the same Downtown Seattle store I worked at in real-life, in the awakened world. I remember being aware of this contradiction while dreaming this dream. Does such self-awareness of dream while dreaming define this as a lucid dream?

Was startled and awed by the superimposition of Ancient civilization from far away phased into the same timeline and geographical place in space as Postmodern, 21st Century Seattle, Washington. I felt the ghostly shadows and outlines of an Ancient Middle Eastern civilization transposed upon the Downtown Seattle REI store. Lots of old stone, clay, and brick buildings. Tall columns with arches and layers of stairs and stepped platforms and cobblestone streets. The old city was not in ruins, but alive as if I could step across time into both. The people native to this old, long ago city dressed in a mix vibrant colors and plain clothing. They moved with mundane purpose, and sometimes with excitement. Scenes shifted as if I was in a reel of some old documentary at the same time I watched it. Shifted in seconds. Another oddity was I navigated the corridors and spaces of both the REI Store and this ancient city with ease, as if it was natural. Didn’t felt weird in the dream. Felt weird while awake after the dream looking back. Customers actually in 21st Century Seattle only sensed the Store, not the transposition of the old city. Continue reading

Death as Divine Intervention into Life Run Amok

The Mythos of Kronos strikes forth, but is it programmed?

A belated bow to the influence of the late Teacher and Priestess Dharma Buford of Saturn and Earth here across the West

The Great White Dragon of Saturn erupts from its swirling cyclone of Kaos and sweeps thru desolate matter holding all life in abeyance.  The Dragon then morphs into legions of Grim Reapers, their glittering  scythes swooping in from Saturn’s infinite cosmic ringtails to harvest every organism alive mirrored as each organism’s reflection, in its futile attempt to quail Spirit’s drive to interpenetrate matter with its self-replicating infection we call life, of which the study of we Humans of Earth call biology.

Death is the Perfection of Divine Intervention into the Mythos of Science. For without it Life will find a way to breed and run amok to smother every measure of Multiverse with the bubbling miracle ooze of life, snuffing out even entire stars, devouring even the vacuum of space itself with the iridescent black purple throb of life. For without Death life would consume everything even itself feeding upon every particle wave of creation until it collapses upon itself to invade and infect both Heaven and Hell, eating up all spirits from demons to angels from gods to goddesses from devils to the fay and turn spirit back upon itself until you and I share another cup of coffee. Continue reading

Orb UAPs: Saw the Marfa Lights

Experiencing the mystery orbs of Far West Texas

We saw the mystery orbs of Marfa, Texas back in mid-to-late October 1990. These were the notorious Marfa Lights. Some of these had logical explanations, and many also exhibited UFO behavior associated with UAP orbs. UAPs, of course, stands for Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena, the current term in use for the umbrella-like spectrum of high strangeness. For those of you new to this topic, UAP includes not just machine UFOs of all shapes and sizes, but also USOs (Unidentified Submersible Objects) and orbs. UAP also includes psychic and paranormal phenomena, psionics, magick, ETs (Extraterrestrials), EDs/IDs (Extra-/Interdimensionals), UTs/CTs (Ultra- and Cryptoterrestrials), mythological beings, “the Old Gods,” psychospiritual phenomena, altered states, new physics, zero point energy, the Afterlife, astral realms, antigravitics, temporal beings (time travelers), even ghosts and faeries. 

UAP thus constitutes an astonishing array of entities, technologies, experiences, and events along an extraordinary spectrum of phenomena. Consciousness seems to be the one, central, unifying nexus of all of these, and yet consciousness itself remains the ultimate mystery. I had encountered UAPs including orbs before as well as so-called “nuts-and-bolts” craft. Because of unique experiences with such phenomena in my childhood into my adult life, my interest in such things was deep, intense, and also haphazard. Here we were suddenly searching for  mystery lights out in the desert far from the nearest big city and even further from home. In the end, once again, the mystery of what we witnessed did indeed seem related to the greater mystery of consciousness. Continue reading

First they came for fill-in-the-blanks, and are you next?

First they came for “those people” over there; then those nearer to “you” here; next they’ll grab you

Crazy times where it feels violent goons in suits have taken over our government. Feels we’re living in a slow-burning nightmare from a mad mix of Kafkaesque terror and Catch-22s. A few have pointed out even back in Trump’s first term the manner in which he pursues his perceived enemies with childish vengeance. This pursuit is similar to the grim persecution and rounding up of different categories of people by Nazis, Fascists, Communists, and religious fanatics. The drumbeats warning us to pull our heads up and wake up grow louder and more persistent as any ideas of playing the drums deteriorate into banging and beating such musical instruments in a cacophony of horrible noise.

Donald Trump’s American fascists have gone after and are going after a still-expanding list of fellow human beings. Remember first the MAGA Cultists went after Muslims from the Middle East and Black people from so-called “shithole countries?” Continue reading

Trump’s Takeover of DC is a Blinking Red Light

Bad omens and scary portents abound

President Trump has taken over Washington, D.C. What’s next for the rest of the United States? Will the seizure of the capital district be temporary, a test run for declaring martial law and suspending our Constitution? As an American, I can say my nation-state is not yet in a complete fascist dictatorship under the Trump-Vance regime. Or we wouldn’t be having this conversation of sorts. Yet we are perilously close, oh perilously close, and getting closer. Let’s call what we live within what it is, a creeping dictatorship. The yellow warning lights are now blinking bright, bloody red.  Continue reading