In the 1980’s & 1990’s I traveled to Canada to participate in Norma Cowie’s Psychic Fairs. One morning in Victoria, Canada, I overheard a conversation while I was eating breakfast in the hotel dining room. Two young females were talking about taking their young to “introduce them to the baby whales.” Fascinated, I looked around to see no one who could be speaking. Curious I continued to listen and was confused and astounded to discover I was hearing the thoughts of dragons.
“She hears us!” was the excited response of a large gold and green female as I asked who was talking. This was the beginning of my love affair with Dragons.
I was informed that there is a “Pride of Dragons” (as they say) which lives in the caves under Victoria, BC. They take great care in socializing their young so that there is no unnecessary human contact. They are cautious of humans as they feel we do not understand them and will kill them out of fear and curiosity. Dah! Who would have thought?
That same evening the local news was totally focused on a pod of whales that had just appeared near Vancouver Island. There appeared to be several newborns. As the camera man panned the sea, overhead the clouds took on the shapes of Dragon heads and bodies. I was totally awed; yet, the newscaster didn’t seem to notice. On the other hand, everyone viewing the television with me could see the silhouettes of Dragons in the skies above the whales.
Dragons inhabit a parallel dimension and can be seen in our reality through reflection. The best way I know to describe this phenomenon is that we can view them much like we see something outside our home reflected in a mirror within our home.
From that day forward I often see the reflections of Dragons in the sky. Once in a while there is someone with me and they are able to see them as well. I think that they are just so massive and people seldom look up is the main reason there are no reports about them. Also, they appear to be made of clouds, and therefore appear camouflaged as they blend in. Watch for the ridge backs, the cranial head formations and the large, lifelike eyes. We all see shapes in the clouds, so an occasional Dragon would not be news worthy.
Normally I hear the soft musical voices and begin to search the skies. Once I acknowledge them, they will follow us for miles. They are curious of why we can see and communicate with them. I often wonder if this is what it feels like to be a fish in a bowl being watched and admired by larger beings.
They tell me there are caves between Jerome and Phoenix where they reside. I was tempted to look, but with Time warping and rattle snakes, I’ll just trust what they say as I continue to watch the skies.
During our stay in Phoenix, Linda and I both began to see the Dragons. Here are a few photos shot from the car. Linda is a superb camera woman so I am looking forward to downloading and sharing her photos of the Dragons.
I apologize for taking so much time between posts. Time flies when enjoying life. Driving daily marathons lends little time for writing.
Time has been altered since our night in Mt Shasta. Even though we are cruising down the highways at the speed limit, time warps and slips away. Everywhere we go – time extends itself – delaying the arrival. Then it snaps back, leaving us short, and rescheduling our itinerary.
It is as if spirit mocks me, drawing us towards a different time – Spirit Time. Years ago, when I spent most of my days with the People, my Native American family would wait – quiet – unconcerned – until Spirit moved them. Then everything was on Spirit Time. So it appears that since Mt Shasta we are now on Spirit Time, and what’s more, Spirit’s agenda.
Navigale is our android GPS. She brings us directly to each location, only . . . too often, I transpose or fat finger the address sending us searching at the wrong destination. Time slips again.
Sadly, our crazy timeline didn’t allow us to stop at Palm Beach. Sniff! Sniff! I was looking forward to seeing Cleo. However, she will be up in Seattle later in the year for a B.E.S.T. training (check on my website for more information on B.E.S.T.). I will count on seeing you then, Cleo.
Our first stop was to see Marilyn Weeks, the author of a delightful little children’s book, The Lion and the Rose. I’m delighted to say I now have my very own signed copy and am looking forward to reading it to my nephew, Kyle, when he comes for Thanksgiving this year.
Check out her amazing book!
Our first night was at the KOA campground in Mt Shasta, California in a delightful cabin nestled among ponderous old trees. Feeling like two giddy school girls we set up our bunks and covered the windows to block the light, then settled in for a night of serenity.
Immediately, Linda was on the alert because her bed was vibrating. After much investigation we determined she was laying in a vortex. We attempted to sleep, but found ourselves in fight or flight anxiety and neither of us could fully relax.
The room would seem exceptionally frigid and then we would suddenly become overwhelmed by a tingling, itchy hot sensation. Linda was the first to observe a grey grid that seemed to have settle over the entire room.
As I lay in the bunk, I noticed sparks of light and moving dull black shadows and I realized that the vortex had shifted into the doorway. Shortly after I became ice cold and my bunk began to vibrate while Linda’s bunk was now still. Dry mouthed and feeling panicked we both observed this phenomena , yet we felt safe even though our bodies were overloaded with adrenaline.
I realized that the vortex rotated much like a spinning top, moving around the room. This was a new experience for me and I studied it attempting to understand what was happening.
Laying wide eyed in our bunks we both experienced the intermittent vibrating, flashing lights, shadowy forms moving about the room and a sense of hyper vigilance.
After 2:10am we finally drifted off to sleep. I awake to Linda thrashing and half mouthing, half screaming my name. I abruptly sat up to find the room was infested in black shapes. Lindy was gasping and struggling to wake up. I called to her and she was able to free herself. She had felt trapped, as if something was pushing her down. We could not fully understand what we were experiencing.
We are both seasoned paranormal investigators and neither of us felt we were dealing with a Ghost, although, through out the night we both had flashes of an old man in a stone and wood cabin.
Also during the night we experienced being touched. While cocooned in her sleeping bag, Lindy felt something touch her shoulder and later the calf of her leg. Once after I had gotten up, I returned to my bunk and was horrified as a cold, damp mouth rubbed across my face. As it had moved away from the bed, I sat huddled mustering my courage, not wishing to terrify Linda or myself.
Until well after 6:30am we laid awake speaking comfort to each other in the dark, as we studied the vortex, the shadows and the grey grid and our bodies reaction to the phenomena. Lindy described the forms she saw to me as we lay on opposite sides of the dark cabin. One form that she saw was like monks in black robes floating across the room, she named these Shadow people. Another, group of ash colored beings she described as Lava people. They were thick bodied like Sumo wrestlers and shaped as if they had several rolls of fat around their midsections. She felt as if they were unfriendly. I saw dark silhouettes of elongated bodies with round heads and long lean forms. Several times I saw large dark oily masses that floated around the room. Two things that are important to note; neither of us had taken anything that would have altered our perceptions, no alcohol nor medications; we had taken special care to block all external light and there was not illumination within the pitch dark room.
Over all it was not a night of serenity.