the alan alda crash...

all my life, i have been extremely open to receiving information not otherwise available, the most common method of these communications comes to me through my dreams - these dreams are vivid - intense - and i always awake with a definitive foreboding knowledge of a tragedy about to happen or with the knowledge of one that has already happened -

this was nothing at all new to me - i mean, i grew up having these experiences which continue today - and while not in "dream form", one of my earliest childhood memories was of a similar incident where i walked into a new school in a new town where i'd never been before and i knew exactly which locker was mine out of hundreds in the hallway, where my classroom was - my teacher - the whole deal - [that story is posted here somewhere below - as are several other such stories] -

by their teens, my children had long become accustomed to my waking them in the middle of the night to call the police and rush across town to help the victims of a car accident i had just "seen in my dreams", or to alert them to the news of a ship sinking, cars colliding, planes crashing, or whatever and turn on the television to see the aftermath unfold in living color -

in any event, this particular incident occurred during the time we were in shreveport louisiana - the area has many little lakes around and some fairly large ones - and while the city is in northern louisiana and not the southern part of the state where swamps and bayous are very common, it does have its share of "swampy bayous" around - shreveport is divided from bossier city by the red river which flows through downtown - bossier city is home to barksdale air force base - a fairly large military SAC [strategic air command] base -

this particular evening, i had fallen asleep early - my teenaged children were home, still awake when i awoke from a startling dream in which i had seen a small single engine/prop place crash into a swamp - i saw clearly the two men on board - they both wore military looking two piece camouflaged clothing - one of the men was trapped inside the plane - the other managed to extricate himself from the wreckage in the nearly waist-high swamp water - he tried to stand in the mucky water - he was dazed, looking around in the darkness - i remember hearing the sound of crickets [sounded like crickets to me] - the sound of the water lapping still from the crash of the plane into it - and i could smell the pungent smell of the murkey water - this was not an open lake body of water - it was filled with trees and stumps and thick vegetation around - i remember thinking i had to get the trapped man out of the plane - i was afraid he would drown and/or that the plane might somehow explode from the impact even though it was partially in water - and while i'm "standing there watching the scene" in my dream, i see the lights appearing from around the crash site and i hear men's voices shouting - and as i watch, a group of military men with flashlights come crashing through the swampy water - i see them help the one man who is still standing in the muddy water, and cannot speak, over toward the land's edge - then i see men begin working to retrieve the unconscious man inside the plane - and as they pull him out by holding him under both arms, face up, i see the face of the injured man - it is the face of alan alda! - i continued to stand in my dream, watching the rescue action, watching the critically injured alan alda be gently carried away from the twisted metal - watching the other rescuers look for other survivors - i remember wanting to tell them that there were only two people in the plane - this was the last thing i saw in the dream - then i awoke -

of course, i woke with a start - you know, the cold sweat-dripping terror that comes with such dreams/nightmares - for a moment i was disoriented and had to focus on where i was - at home - in bed - safe - the time was just about 9:30 pm - i knew that i had to call for help for the crash victims - i knew the crash was close by - but i didn't know which body of water - i went into the living room where my son was watching television and told him we had to call the police to find the plane that had just crashed with alan alda on board and i asked him to get the phone book so i could also call barksdale air force base because i had seen military personnel in my dream - and at the same time, logic and reality struck with the realization of law enforcement's and the military's reaction to my "dream of a plane carrying alan alda crashing somewhere in northern louisiana" - so i sat down on the sofa, frozen in uncertainty as to how or what to do next -

sometime later the local news came on but there was no mention of a place crash - we looked on the national news - nothing - i couldn't believe it! for several hours i sat, unable to understand as i was so sure of what i had seen - right before going back to bed several hours later, i decided to watch the closing news on one of the local channels - and there it was - the opening story of a small prop plane, carrying two men, crashing into water near BAFB [whose personnel were dispatched to the crash site] - the victims had both been transported to the louisiana state medical center hospital where they remained at that time - there were pictures of the men being delivered to the hospital but their faces were not visible to the cameras - as it turned out, the men were from north carolina, having flown their private plane to the area for hunting season - they were both wearing camouflage clothing in the plane -

the news story gave the names of both men and their home town - i decided to try to reach the families of the men - with the first call, i explained to the person answering just who i was and that i hoped they would not take my call with anything less than my total concern for the crash survivors and my concern when i had dreamed of the crash but was powerless to help - the woman with whom i spoke was very nice - and did not seem shocked by the nature of my call - at least she did not express it - it's funny but i don't remember now if it was the man's wife or his mother with whom i spoke but i believe it was the mother - in any event, she was very very nice and received this strange phone call in the middle of the night with seeming appreciation for my concern - just as we were hanging up, i asked her if there were anything remarkable about her son's looks - anything out of the ordinary - and she laughed and said, "oh, he gets mistaken for alan alda all the time! is that what you're talking about?" -

several weeks later, i heard that both guys had been discharged from the hospital and headed home to north carolina - i never spoke with either of them directly but have often wondered of their lives afterward...

michaelangelo...kitty clairvoyance?

recently i posted something about several experiences i'd had with deer a year or so ago - during a time when i was searching for answers and asking for signs - and the deer came to me - which reminded me of my little kitten named michaelangelo - michaelangelo was a beautiful long-haired baby when he came to live with me and my children many moons ago - he had that kind of gruffy funky long hair of many colors but was mostly dark gray with shades of this and that throughout - he looked a lot like a maine coon cat - absolutely gorgeous - in any event, he was a tiny thing when he first came home to us - but from the beginning, very bright and so so loving - this was back in the days when my kids were all home and i was in college trying to make my way through -

we lived in a little apartment right off campus - beside the front door there was a large picture window with draperies - the window was so close to the door that the drapes actually at times would almost touch the door knob - in any event, michaelangelo was doted on as the "youngest child" by all of us - and he returned the love to us - my daily schedule was never the same - i mean, i went to school full time, i worked two jobs, did my kids to and from school and their activities, etc, so there was little regularity - at home, my parking place was right at the front door of the apartment - you know the kind, you step out of your car, go 5 paces and you're inside your apartment -

well, little michaelangelo, in a very short time, figured out exactly when i was making my way home each day - and about the time i was pulling into the complex property, he would bounce over to the front window, claw his way up the thick drapes, hang onto the drapes and swing himself onto the window ledge by the front door and sit looking out the window for me - when he saw my car pull up, he would reach out and put his little paw on the door knob -

my kids were totally beside themselves - the oldest was a teenager and the youngest about five years old - they loved to watch him do it and never tired of telling this story - we never knew just "how" michaelangelo knew when i was coming, but he did - it was just part of who he was -

- the photo is not michaelangelo, but close... -

dream story...

this is a photo of me when i was 15 years old - it's taken at a local park pond where i loved to go whenever i could - the "necklace" is actually a high school senior class ring of my boy friend at the time - XXX was several years older, joined the marines right after HS and was stationed on the west coast when this pic was made - in any event, this time in my life was one of the really extremely intense periods of my being in touch with those "other" senses - you know the ones - those that others think you're weird for having so you don't tell anyone about the dreams you have that come true - the thoughts that happen - but my dreams/thoughts of that kind were so prevalent then that i would write them down with the date of the dream or thought and seal them in an envelope - then i would give them to the one person i trusted - my english teacher who was such a dear friend to me - and when the "event" happened i would ask her to open the envelope and read what i had written before the "event" occurred - several of these experiences involved XXX - in one incident, i dreamed that XXX had been injured in a car crash - it was one of those dreams from which you awaken in a cold sweat not really sure if you're dreaming or not - i wrote my little note about it that day and gave it to my teacher as soon as i got to school - everything went ok that day - no big deal - no news - then, the next day, i was called into the principal's office where my teacher was also - and i was told that XXX had been critically injured in a car accident the night before - in california - he eventually recovered fully -

thoughts dropping like raindrops...

earlier this week i came across a black and white image of lovers embracing in the rain which i loved and it was right on point visually with a quote i had found which exemplifies my "words unsaid" blog - the quote is "no one else can speak the words on your lips, drench yourself in words unspoken" - in any event, i loved the image so much i wanted to add accompanying audio to it but hadn't really figured out how, or which lyrics, to add - late last night my almost 18 year old grandson came in from louisiana and this afternoon while i was contemplating how do work on that post, i realized that christopher [who had never seen my blogs] would certainly know how to add the audio - so i called to him in the other room and asked him if he could give me a hand on my blog right then - and he said, "sure, but first, there's a song i really want you to hear cause i know you'll love it as much as i do" - the song was "kissing in the rain" -

premonition...precognition...

Mark Twain thought that he would die
on the date of Halley's Comet appearance
just as it had appeared when he was born -
he died just days before the May 18,
1910 Halley's comet appearance.

Calpurnia, the wife of Caesar,
dreamed the night before he died
that he would be killed by a friend
and begged him to not leave home.
He did leave.
He was murdered.

may 2009 - ellen degeneres and television experience

while i am a fan of the show, i've not watched it regularly as i am always in the office when it airs here - however, now that i'm not at the office every day, i clicked it on the other morning and the show opens with her coming out all bubbly and smiling like she always is - now, at this moment, while i've been up for a while, i'm not my usual bubbly morning self for some reason - and i'm looking at ellen, thinking, "now how in the world does she do that every day - come on bubbly and smiling - there must be days when she doesn't really feel like it and i wonder how she handles that" - well, it goes to commercial and comes back to her monologue about how difficult it is at times to "have" to appear all bubbly, smiling, etc - that some days she isn't really feeling the love, so to speak -

november 3, 2007 - answering phone before it rings

the same day as the incident of the walmart parking lot experience posted below, while i was out running errands, another experience with the phone [which for me are very frequent] occurred - just driving down the highway and reached over and picked up the phone because i "felt" it ring - then realized it hadn't really rung but as i held it in my hand, it did ring - this is the kind of thing i experience so often i don't even keep track of them - it just happens that i jotted this one down in conjunction with my note to myself on the sinking of the explorer and the walmart parking lot incidents below -

school days...

some of my earliest memories have to do with the extraordinary being ordinary to me - with paranormal being perfectlynormal - one of the earliest ordinary/normal experiences occurred when i was about seven or eight years old - my father was a purchasing agent for the government so we travelled very frequently - it was nothing at all for me to not be in a school long enough to receive a six-week report card - in any event, new experiences new places new people were the norm for me - nothing stagnant nothing ever the same -

this particular incident was on my first day of elementary school in camden arkansas - it was the middle of the school year - my mother took me to the office to enroll me and then the principal walked us out into the hallway and said she would show me my locker and take me to my classroom - but i told her that she didn't have to because i already knew where my locker was and it's number and i already knew where my classroom was and who my teacher was - of course, she and my mother attempted to persuade me that i did not as i had never been to this school before - nor had i ever been to this town before -

it was not a rectangular shaped building but had a wing or two - i remember walking straight down the hall to the left and walking up to a locker which i knew was mine - and it was - then i walked ahead of the principal and my mother, down another hall to the right to my new classroom - i was right -

while i no longer remember my locker number or my teacher's name, the experience itself remains more than a little vivid - i can still see the hallways - the off-white tile floors - my dark green olive-colored locker and the face of my new teacher as if it had happened yesterday -

i also remember approaching the school and entering, feeling/knowing exactly where to go and who i would see - to me, i HAD been there before, somehow at some time - and i was perturbed by the confusion of the adults who tried to discount that knowledge -