Ferry to the West!

A quiet journey on noisy machines across still waters brings forth contemplation and connection with the Divine thru nature

Gazing west across the Salish Sea to the Olympics from aboard the MV Issaquah. My car, a blue Ford Taurus Wagon from the turn of this new century, sits over on picture right with a chock block wedged against the tires. It’s 09:36 on a cold, clear Saturday morning on the 5th of December 2009. Love being out here amidst open water, mountains, sky, the early morning sun, and a Waning Gibbous Moon still high in the sky. The Moon was full just three days earlier.

Cruising across Puget Sound, a major arm of the Pacific’s Salish Sea, on currently calm waters. In the quietness, even with the clanging chugging of the old ferry ship, built and launched in 1979, I felt open to the sacredness of nature and felt the presence of the Divine itself. Nature has been my church of sorts ever since boyhood.

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Goofin’ around with Faithlyn on the First of July

Ramblin’ around the neighborhood being silly with my wife on a glorious summer evening back in 2024

William & Faithlyn, yeah, me & the Wife, laughing over by Shaq’s Big Chicken while we ramble around our neighorhood of Westminster Triangle and Highland Terrace, City of Shoreline, State of Washington. It’s a gorgeous summer evening just after 20:00 on the First of July 2024.

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UFOs/UAPs and Airplanes over Seattle during the Aurora Borealis

A midnight ride to see the Northern Lights so far south here outside Seattle revealed unexpected anomalies in the skies overhead. Were they airplanes? Stars? Or were they Alien UFOs/UAPs?

The Aurora Borealis as seen from the top bluffs of Richmond Beach Saltwater Park, Shoreline, WA, Saturday 11 May 2024 @ 12:14:07.

The Sun had erupted in a spectacular storm. Two massive solar flares burst forth from our star’s surface, a X5.8 class followed by an X1.5 along with two M9s. X’s are the most powerful of three categories of such storms, the other two being M Class, for moderate, and C for the smallest. Coronal mass ejections of plasma, or CMEs, often accompany such sunspot activity. This resulted in a G5 level geomagnetic storm, the most powerful on a scale up from G1. Various authorities issued warnings of possible interruptions of our electrical power grid including our various communications networks. They also predicted people may see the Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights, around the world and as far south as the middle and southern belts of the United States.

Had arrived home from work around 22:00 on the night of Friday 10 May, and had to work the next day. I’ve heard these claims before: a massive solar eruption/solar storm/solar flares/coronal mass ejections or CMEs was or were in progress…our electric-power based global civilization was at risk as power grids could collapse…telecommunications, satellites, the internet, yadda yadda piñata … and, by the way, remember the Carrington Event of September 1859! And we may be able to see the Northern Lights, the Aurora Borealis, way down south. And then nothing would happen. Couldn’t see anything. So I had gone to bed and was about to fall asleep when my ex-wife Kristina, out at Seattle’s Matthews Beach Park on Lake Washington, and my buddy Edan, up on rural Whidbey Island, texted a whole group of us startling fotos of shimmering curtains and feathery rays of magenta and emerald lights undulating across the night skies.  Continue reading

Day Trips with Li’l Butterfly

Remembrance of Journeys Past with my Stepdaughter across the last month of 2008 and the first three months of 2009

Talia debates going to the top of Kite Hill at Magnuson Park, Seattle. Tuesday 31 March 2009.

She was my third and last child, the stepdaughter I read to while she was in her mother’s womb and caught in my hands as she was born after long hours of struggle. Kristina, TaTa’s “Chee Chee Mommastina,” called her daughter, “Little Sitting Buddha Girl,” for she would sit still and quietly observe everything around her with precision and presence. As her “DaDa William,” however, I called her my Li’l Butterfly.

Distant Olympics on a ferry ship sailing across the upper part of Puget Sound as we traversed the Salish Sea, Washington. Sunday 4 January 2009.

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