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Saturday, September 30, 2000


October is my absolute favorite month - not just I was born in the middle of it, but because of the changing leaves, the crisp wind, Halloween, real apple cider, and, heh heh, all of those little snack size candy bars too. Anyway, I know October doesn't start until tomorrow, but since we've already been publishing some ghost stuff here, here's another one. A Ghost House - photos and everything! Enjoy!
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Man and Nature were both really LOUD this morning. *grin* I took the dogs out in the yard, and in the space of 5-7 minutes there were cows mooing from all directions, a huge flock of 'invisible' quail on the sage ridge clucking and bubbling in a frenzy, and a helicopter flew overhead, the sound of the blades beating reverberating off the hills in a marching band drum type fury that almost makes your heart change tempo.
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Friday, September 29, 2000


There's a terribly haunting photo of a Montana forest fire with deer standing in a river watching here along with some excellent content - check it out!
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Heather over at Harrumph has posted a terrific underwater photo of a polar bear exiting the scene. I only point this out because now I understand where the people who made "Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer" got the design for the abominable snowman's feet (especially the bottom of them, which seem to be made from dark blue leather - LOL). Yes, these are the connections my mind makes. *grin*
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Even if you think all photographs can be 'touched up' here's a cool page of Ghost Pictures that are rather interesting to browse through. (link via Memepool)
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Chance of living to be 120 growing, says US scientist - Luckily, I don't believe in chance. *grin*
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About public schools and zero-tolerance... Yeah, what he said!
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The FDA has approved the abortion pill after 12 years of trouble in that area. Naturally, people against it are calling it "baby poison." Even when I was a little kid, I never associated the BODY with the PERSON - I always seemed to have this intuitive knowing that we were more than just physical. But the debates about this pill are bringing a lot of interesting beliefs and questions into the limelight, just like cloning. I also think that most people have decided that the kinds of questions these things raise like, "What or Who are we anyway?" are unanswerable. Funny - when you decide something has no answer, you never come up with one.
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I'm sure many people remember dreams of teeth coming out. Three of mine did last night (in a dream *grin*) - there was nothing wrong with them - they just fell out. And in the dream I thought, "That's okay - new ones are coming in. ... I hope." I was pretty sure they were. Anyway - that's the way my life feels like now too - all this old stuff going away, lots of space freed up, and... luckily I know that nature abhors a vacuum, so I'm pretty sure new things are coming in... I hope. LOL.
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Thursday, September 28, 2000


I had an out of body experience in a dream last night. That is, I knew I was in a dream, but within the dream, I was having an OBE, but having the same difficulty with an OBE I have when I know I'm NOT 'dreaming' per se - does that make any sense? That is - everything looked foggy (if I could only remember that foggy vision means I'm OoB!) and I didn't really know what was different, just that I couldn't move well. *grin* - oh well, someday I'll get the hang of this!
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LOL - well, Patrick Stewart has a pretty narrow pointy head as well. *grin* Isn't it funny how people are actually STUDYING this kind of thing though? I mean, I look for connections in everything, but usually on a more... personally symbolic level. I wonder about the belief systems of the scientists involved - do THEY like large heads? What were their expectations? And why did they only examine brothers' heads? Heh heh.
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It was October 3, 1963, and Colleen, at Nebraska Wesleyan University in Lincoln, Nebraska, had no plans to walk out of time, that much is pretty well taken for granted. She was on her way to pick up some papers from the dean at Wesleyan, where she worked as a secretary, with her mind on the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday, when she walked through the doors of the administration building. It was exceptionally busy today, she remembered thinking, as students and professors hurried on their respective missions. She waved to a couple of professors that she knew, then walked into a room off to the right of the hallway and disappeared through space and time ~ Immediately after she closed the door behind her, Colleen knew something was wrong. She was struck by an odor, a strong smell of mildewed books and rotting grass. And the sound, the sound of .. . nothing. The silence was just as disturbing as the smell, it was if she had just walked into a soundless Universe. "As I entered the room," she later wrote, "everything was quite normal. About four steps into the room was where the strong odor hit me. When I say odor, I mean the kind that simply stops you in your tracks and almost chokes you." "Everything was deathly quiet," she said. "I looked up and something drew my eyes to the cabinet along the wall into the next room. I looked up again and there she was. She had her back to me, reaching up into one of the shelves of a cabinet with her right hand, and standing perfectly still." Colleen felt the panic rise up in her throat ~ The strange woman standing before her didn't seem to be moving at all. It was as if she was frozen in time, a phantom that appeared all too real. What was just as disturbing was the fact that the phantom didn't appear to be aware of Colleen's sudden appearance in this "Twilight Zone" of reality. "While I was watching her she never once moved. She was not transparent, and yet I knew she wasn't real. While I was looking at her, she just faded away-not parts of her body one at a time, but her whole body all at once." Frightened and shocked by the apparition, Colleen stumbled backward, trying to find her way out this dimensional shift and flee the room. "I'm not sure whether I ran or walked over to the window. When I looked out that window, there wasn't one modern thing out there. The street (Madison Street) which is less than half a block away from the building wasn't even there and neither was the new Willard House." That's not saying there were no people.. . there were. Just not anyone.. . solid. And definitely not anyone she knew. There were horse drawn carriages and old fashioned cars, however. "These people were not in my time," Colleen said. "I was back in their time." Colleen stumbled back to the door trying desperately not to think about the implications of what was happening to her or about the ghosts and sights outside the window. She just wanted, NEEDED to get out and back to her own time. She threw herself at the door, pulled it open and ran into the hallway, fully expecting this surrealistic nightmare to continue with the phantoms in hoop skirts and other relics from the past. But it was over. When she went out into the hall she saw students, professors, some of them very familiar faces. The hallway, the students, the sights and the smells were all thankfully back to normal. Somehow she had slipped through the cracks of time and she was scared-more than she had ever been in her entire life. Word of Colleen Baterbaugh's time-walk spread like wildfire around campus. Eventually someone on the staff told her that she perfectly described a former music teacher at the school. The only glitch in that was that the teacher had been dead since 1936. Apparently the music teacher had died in the very room where Colleen slipped reality. (Blue Moon News)
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Tesla had a narrow pointy head. *grin* We small-headers can be fairly bright as well.

On a different note, I ran across a site about Electronic Voice Phenomena. That's where you leave a tape recorder on in an empty room and see what you pick up. They have clips you can download, and a good amount of analysis you can read later to see how what you heard compares with what they heard.
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Wednesday, September 27, 2000


I hate the word 'sacred'. Either everything's sacred or it's not - arbitrary lines in the sand don't involve universal truth - MOMENTARY truth at best - maybe.
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FINALLY!! Some vindication for never being able to wear a normal size hat! *grin* "Researchers from the University of Western Ontario discovered that people with big and in particular wide heads tended to be more intelligent. As quoted by Reuters: "A larger head size indicates greater intelligence," the team of psychologists said in the Personality and Individual Differences journal. For their study, the researchers measured pairs of brothers that were aged between 20 and 35. The dimensions of their heads were noted and then the researchers put them through a series of tests covering intelligence and cognition. It is generally accepted that larger brains means higher intelligence, according to Reuters, but the role of the head size itself has not been widely studied. The news wasn't so good for people with "pointy" heads though. As quoted by Reuters: "Oddly, head height was negatively correlated with IQ," the Independent said." John also has a larger head... ... our kids might be really SMART, but... hmmm... maybe we'll adopt anyway. The term "passing a watermelon" just ran through my head - ROFLMAO.
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Drive by linking! Ghost Road.
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Just a vignette from my life: When I was growing up, the only shampoo we used was Johnson & Johnson No More Tears, which was this clear, golden liquid shampoo. When I got a little older, I used other brands, but if they were a different color, like green or blue or purple, I used to check first to see if it would turn my hair that color. *grin* I remembered this today as I was once again switching from a golden shampoo to a purple one - then again, purple might take really well to my blond hair, but would be quite the surprise to John when he got home - LOL. (Oh, and speaking of purple hair, if you want to vote on what color to dye someone's hair, visit Nothing.)
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Last night I had this really cool semi-lucid dream about being in this 'academy' place with other students and we were all learning how to FLY - not in an airplane. *grin* I remember levitating around in this large modern building area, and then we'd start going on 'outside' missions. At one point, when I became more lucid, and aware of what I was doing, it seemed easier to 'fly' by holding onto two pillows - I have no idea why. Just regular bed pillows - I think it had something to do with being able to navigate myself? Anyway... there was also some kind of exciting drama or intrigue going on, naturally. heh heh.
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Tuesday, September 26, 2000


(from Blue Moon News)... In 1883, Texas homesteader Robert Ellison felt a dark streak of fear run down his spine as he looked out and saw dozens of fires on the hills outside his Texas ranch. This was, after all, Apache territory and the new settlers weren't exactly welcomed.

But after a few minutes of watching them, he realized something. They were awfully active for campfires. Normally, in one's experience, if you have a campfire it will, with any luck, stay in the pit you dug for it. They usually don't dance all over the hillside, as these were doing now.

He realized there were no Apaches out there, but he couldn't even begin to fathom what the dancing lights were all about. These lights floated, bounced, and flew up only to dive down again. While he no longer was worried about where his scalp was going to be hanging the next day, he wasn't too comfortable with the display. As you can well imagine, he stayed up watching the lights dance their dance all night until they finally disappeared. Robert Ellison had just discovered the 'Marfa Lights', named after a town that sprung up close by.

Appearing out of nowhere, a glowing mass darts, dances, floats, wiggles, and bobs, rarely going higher than the nearby trees. The shapes of these mysterious lights are more often than not, spherical or oval and can get up to three feet in diameter. The most common colors are a pale blue or white glowing color, but they have also been known to change colors to green or red.

Most of the mysterious ghost lights that have been recorded are usually very intermittent, coming and going as they very well please. But not so the Marfa lights. They put in a regular appearance. Seasons and weather conditions don't have anything to do with them. You can usually go out to see them almost any night, joining any number of people there for the show. Thousands of witnesses have watched them doing their dance in the dark over the past century, so they are verified as being all too real.

What gets really interesting are the unlimited supply of explanations that people so desperately try to tack onto them. Marfa mythologists and yarn tellers have said that the lights are the spirits of buffaloes, angry Indian warriors, the ghostly body of a dismembered woodsman, a blind Indian princess seeking for her long lost love, or a vengeful sheriff forever chasing down his wife's murderers.

And while they may not be the reasons the skies dance in the night with the lights, science hasn't done a whole lot better. Most ghost lights are usually attributed to will-o'-the-wisps, (methane gas from decayed material in a swamp that torches on.) But that is not the case in West Texas. Most of the area is fairly arid, and Marfa is no different. They have also been called St. Elmo's Fire, but the conditions needed to create that phenomenon doesn't exist there, either.

Geologists haven't come up with any reason this is happening. No phosphorescent materials are present in the surrounding area that could account for the mysterious lights.

According to some scientists, the most decided upon theory is a phenomenon called "atmospheric tunneling," a mirage of sorts in which the light is refracted so that it follows the contours of the Earth over long distances.

In 1973, Pat Kenney and Elwood Wright, two geologists set out to prove the theory of atmospheric tunneling. They first took bearings that would allow them to plot the light's movements and relate them to the movements of automobile headlights from a distant highway. Let alone the fact that they were seen way before there were automobiles tearing up the countryside.

Their theory went blowing in the wind one night as they watched one ghost light trace a loop and another moved back and forth "like a rocker on a rocking chair." Not a good bet for the headlight theory.

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Have you ever just been, for instance, sitting at your computer, when suddenly you kinda 'flash ahead' to where something you've wanted manifests or something changes? It's more of an energy shift feeling than getting any actual 'information'. I got the impression it was about us moving - in that moment I felt like we were 'outside' this place - physically and emotionally as well? My impression is that these 'glimpses' are like previews of new situations coming in, but it could also be that these moments are the actual energy shift themselves and I'm just becoming more aware of when they happen. I guess I'll have to run this experiment over time and see if this theory holds out - LOL.
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A Hospital in Egypt that has a problem with snakes has hired snake charmers to deal with the problem. They're working too, they've caught 6 snakes and a scorpion since they started. I just hope the hospital pays them, remember the pied piper.
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Monday, September 25, 2000


I watched an interview with an Olympic swimmer the other night. He dreamed he tied for the gold with the other American swimmer, and then he did exactly that. I'm looking for a news bit on-line, I'll link it when I find it.
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Oh, that's right - this 'conscious reality creation' stuff DOES work! *grin* I have been busy putting together the next issue of the Conscious Creation Journal - I hadn't been focusing on it a lot in the two months since the last issue came out and hadn't actually received that many submissions. But yesterday, I finally sat down to work on it - looked at the number of articles and said, "I'd really like it if we had more articles," and then went about redesigning the cover page to match the rest of the site (which has already been redesigned). While I was doing that, I got a "stale mail" email from a web-mail account - I had sent this email to this person's account in April of 1999 and it had never been read, and it just HAPPENED to remind me that this person writes terrific articles and they've never been published in the journal, so I sent them an email (still waiting to hear.) Then, this morning, I get another email telling me this other author's latest essay is on her site, and it's perfect for the journal and she said yes to publishing it. Anyway... *grin*... this is really cool. I love reminders that you get what you focus on. Ahhhhh.
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The Collins Paperback English Thesaurus is offering you more choices than ever... under "frightened" they suggest "scared shitless" and under "penny-pinching" they suggest "tight-arsed". I remember using a thesaurus to write when I was in elementary school - it was the easy way to copy something directly and yet not exactly plagiarize it. Naturally, I grew up to be a writer - LOL!
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Sunday, September 24, 2000


I was browsing through the referrer log and saw that someone had found this page by doing a Google search for "Honda X-Wing", so naturally I had to do the search MYSELF and see how the heck.... well, it turns out that a Honda X-Wing is a motorcycle, and they'd found our page because of two blog entries - my story about my Honda meeting a cow and John's joke about levitating an X-Wing fighter. Go figure. *grin*
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We were outside walking the dogs the other night about 11:30 or so, and suddenly we heard a coyote howl from not too far away. Well, the dogs got all excited, and Merlin (Queensland Heeler (part dingo?) mix - smart, but more 'instinctual' than our other dog, who's bred more as a pet, a Labrador Retriever) started howling back at them. This just got Pepper MORE excited, and she started barking, but never howled. Merlin had a continuing conversation with the other coyotes - by the sounds of things we were pretty much surrounded at that point, although we never saw one, and then they just stopped, like they were done. Rather a haunting thing on a dark and misty night - cool!
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Although it still rises into the 80's during the day, it's late Septmber and it's quite CHILLY here in the morning (especially when you like to sleep with the windows open and under hefty comforters *grin*), and that means one thing: IT'S HOT CHOCOLATE SEASON!!!! Let the celebration begin! Heh heh
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