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The "Macbeth" quote that opens up ; my "pricked" thumb - note NY Times story featuring Saudi prince said to have arranged butchering of journalist Jamal Khashoggi.
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OKLAHOMA CITY – On July 22, 2014, I posted a Dust Devils Dreams sync piece titled “The soul’s midnight.” In the post I began with a quote from Ray Bradbury’s horror classic Something Wicked This Way Comes – “Three A.M. That’s our reward. Three in the morn. The soul’s midnight. The tide goes out, the soul ebbs. And a train arrives at an hour of despair. . . . Why?”  

The post, dealing with issues related to Bill and Hillary Clinton, don’t matter as much now (perhaps?), but the bit about waking up at exactly 3 a.m. and hearing 1980’s-era office phone ringing does sync with an experience I had at 3 a.m. on December 26, 2018.

Something woke me up rather suddenly. It wasn’t a “ring,” though. It was something else … if only I could put my finger on it. Regardless, I was wide awake. I suddenly am reminded that it was around this time, exactly 33 years earlier, that novelist Whitley Strieber had his first encounter with the visitors at his cabin in upstate New York. Strieber openly and honestly writes about his experience in the 1987 bestseller Communion. Very strange coincidence.

Anyway, I had read that rather than lying there and trying to get back to sleep, it was good to do a simple activity and relax the mind. Usually I meditate, but I was really into a new book I had been reading titled Changed in a Flash, an account of Houston, Texas mom Elizabeth G. Krohn’s near-death experience – and the psychic fallout – following her being struck by lightning in her synagogue’s parking lot in September 1988. Krohn survived this shocking event and would be able to foresee natural disasters and airplane crashes, for instance, or communicate with those who have since passed on.

The book, I should mention, was co-written by Rice University Prof. Jeffrey J. Kripal, a comparative religions professor who has written and co-written some absolutely amazing and insightful books in recent years, some I have reviewed here and here.

Kripal and Krohn make a great team in putting Changed in a Flash together (the live and work in Houston, not far from one another) and gave me much to think about and consider regarding the afterlife and what awaits us after we die. I found it inspiring, actually. There is a place called "The Garden" in the afterlife - and something beyond it. Something wonderful! As Krohn notes in this important book: "1. Everyone is loved. Intensely. 2. No one need fear death. 3. There is tremendous comfort in knowing that there is More."

So. After my sudden awakening at 3 a.m. – “the soul’s midnight” – I read the final chapter in Changed in a Flash. I return to bed at approximately 4:30 a.m. and then the real dream starts.

In the dream, I am in Prof. Kripal’s office at Rice University. Like many of my dreams the interior of the office and the building is well-worn, almost shabby. Not particularly brightly lit – lots of earth tones to the walls and carpets. But the natural light coming from a window in Kripal’s office is decent and for some reason I am at his desk – typing on a keyboard – writing some of my book, perhaps.

It’s then that I think of owls. As I am dwelling on “owls,” I glance out the window and I see two owls looking at me and standing next to a live oak tree. And yet I suddenly realize that these “owls” are actually two people dressed in owl costumes. But why?

I then see that Prof. Kripal has a cat in his office. This animal is also looking at me. The name of the cat is “Funion,” pronounced like the Frito-Lay snack that is actually spelled “Funyuns” (despite the Mandela Effect debate, apparently). Also in the room is my cat Talisker (named after the Scotch, of course).

I turn back in the direction of the “owls” and it seems that they want to tell me something of great importance. And yet we are separated by the glass window and are unable to communicate.

The dream ends. But what to make of it? Well, naturally I had just been reading Kripal and Krohn’s book, and so it makes sense that Kripal would have been on my mind. But I had not been thinking about owls, or my cat.

What really got my attention, as I thought about this is that Kripal and the aforementioned Whitley Strieber (a native of San Antonio, Texas - where Robert Johnson recorded "Cross Road Blues" in November 1936) had also written a book together a few years ago titled The Super Natural, which I reviewed here. What is interesting is that in Communion, Strieber mentions that when he had his 12/26/85 "visitor" experience, he had been in the middle of writing a "huge two-volume novel based on the relationship between Russia and America at the outset of the Russian Revolution." When I see the "owls" or "owl men" in my dream, I, too, am working on writing a book. (As an aside, I should note that the city of Chicago has been having "owl men" sightings of late).

And it was in Communion that Strieber writes about seeing what he thought was a “barn owl” outside his window,  only to later realize that “the owl and the light were screen memories that concealed a traumatic experience.” Other writers, including Mike Clelland, author of The Messengers and Stories From The Messengers, have written extensively about the owl-UFO link. For Strieber, and others, the owls mask something else, an alien, a person. Who knows?

For Strieber, the event on December 26, 1985 had been preceded by strange events, beginning in earnest in October. I note that because on October 17, 2018 I had a strange experience where I was thinking about when I would have my annual viewing of the spooky Disney film Something Wicked This Way Comes (the aforementioned Bradbury story made into a terrific 1983 film and taken from Shakespeare’s Macbeth). As I did that I slung a backpack over my shoulder and the strap caught onto a button I was wearing (“I Need a Nap”) and the button came loose and managed to “prick” my thumb, drawing blood. It was a decidedly odd moment.

But was was even stranger was later that day I came back and decided to watch a documentary I had never seen before … and the opening card features that Macbeth quote ... pictured at the top of this post. Something wicked is coming, it was saying ... 


Fastforward five days later – December 31, 2018. I awaken a little before 6 a.m., having come out of another powerful dream. This time, I sensed the crown of my head buzzing and tingling, and I could still hear the echo of Ringo Starr’s thunderous drumming on The Beatles’ 1966 acid-drenched classic “Tomorrow Never Knows.” But the version playing in my dream was from the 2006 Love remix with those toms rumbling, along with the droning tambura and George Harrison’s sitar as “Within You Without You” (from Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band) plays over the “Tomorrow Never Knows” rhythm track. I had just acquired a secondhand sitar from a friend just a few days earlier.

The intensity of the dream, at this point, cannot be overstated. As I rifled through a green duffle bag, I realize I am near a harbor. I am in Portland, Maine. I am telling my friend Loren Coleman (who runs the International Cryptozoology Museum) that I am moving to Portland. 

Coleman, who writes about synchromystic topics and had included my review of Sirius Rising: Mr. Downard and the Synchromystical Boson by Jim Brandon/William Grimstad in his list of top synchromystics of 2018) seems aware that “heavy shit was afoot” in the realm of synchromysticism and that people had “disappeared.”

There was an “empty swimming pool,” plenty of “mixed feelings” and people "singing Hare Krishna" (cue "I Am the Walrus"). I mentioned this to Loren Coleman shortly after waking up and seeing references to Jack Torrance and The Shining. After all, Jack says: "I like you, Lloyd. I always liked you. You were always the best of them. Best goddamned bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine. Or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.” The Shining references and Crypto-Kubrology seems to only be increasing with time. Do I see the number "237" pretty much all the time now? Yes.


So, it is with great interest that in the past day or so, NASA began receiving information from the New Horizons spacecraft confirming it had reached “Ultima Thule,” a mysterious object out past Pluto

Brian May, the guitarist for Queen (a band which is receiving a lot of renewed interest of late, thanks to the Freddie Mercury Bohemian Rhapsody biopic) and an astrophysicist in his own right, has been working on the New Horizons mission since the beginning and even wrote and recorded a prog-rock tune, “New Horizons (Ultima Thule Mix),” that is actually pretty cool and brings excitement to this seemingly new era of space exploration.

Now, this snowman-shaped object (which has not changed its brightness at all, which according to this video is very unusual) seems to be odd and NASA's New Horizons team was hellbent on giving object (486958) 2014 MU69 the nickname Ultima Thule, despite there being a public naming competition, with 37 names suggested, the team went with "Ultima Thule." According to,  "(is a name that) dates back to the Roman empire, when it was used to describe some far, icy land, and even appeared on maps." More disturbing, however, is that there is a link to Nazi beliefs and the name "Thule" as it is the origin of the Aryan race. But New Horizons team spokesman Alan Stern defended the choice, saying: "The term ‘Ultima Thule’ was many centuries old... and is a wonderful name for exploration. That’s why we chose it. Just because some bad guys once liked that term, we’re not going to let them hijack it."

Personally, I was interested in it because the book I am currently writing, The Stilwell Enigma, includes references to a small town (that is pretty much a ghost town now) on the Arkansas-Oklahoma border (94 degrees west line of longitude) that was called Ultima Thule (Sevier County, Arkansas and McCurtain County, Oklahoma). 

As I wrote in my first-ever, in-depth piece on railroad promoter Arthur Edward Stilwell and his links to the spirit world back in 2013 ("Railroad-building visionary had guidance from 'brownies'") - "Stilwell's railroad would pass not far from this community.And while researching that, I came across another Arthur Edward - this was esoteric researcher Arthur Edward Waite, who lived at the same time and was a noted occultist and creator of the popular Rider-Waite Tarot deck. Waite was also born in New York , except Waite was born two years before Stilwell, in 1857. Interesting.

The man who chose the name "Ultima Thule" was the town's first postmaster, Joseph W. McKean, "a veteran of the Florida Wars and an 'intimate friend' of Andrew Jackson and Davy Crockett," notes the Arkansas Records Catalog.

The Roman poet Virgil coined the term "Ultima Thule" meaning "the furthest land … a far-off land or an unattainable goal." And in the 20th century, Nazi occultists believed in Thule as "the ancient origin of the Aryan race" and that a "race of giant supermen lived in Thule, linked into the Cosmos through magical powers. They had psychic and technological energies far exceeding the technical achievements of the 20th century."

As noted in 1932's "Chronicles of Oklahoma, Vo. 10, No. 4," Ultima Thule was just across the border from the Choctaw Nation in Arkansas and had a post office, blacksmith shop, general store and a gin."

Again, NASA had already made up its mind about the name of this small, strange object floating out past Pluto. Yes, the name makes sense when you know its true origin, but still, with the baggage the name has now, it's curious that they still stuck with it. 

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