8 Major Symptoms of Depression

I’ve just begun working with Sasha Carrion, a talented hypnotherapist of my acquaintance who practices her craft in Santa Monica, CA.  I’ll be contributing articles to be posted on her website.  I’ve undergone hypnosis with Sasha several times before, and I definitely recommend exploring it if it intrigues you, or if you’ve been battling some issue that’s seemed bulletproof to other types of treatment.  Sasha is a real gem!  Here’s a link to my first post for her, and you can navigate through the rest of her site once you’re there:http://sashacarrion.com/2014/08/20/8-major-depression-symptoms/

 

Evolutionary Astrology: Past Lives in our Charts…

I can’t say I’ve ever been a pure believer in past life theory.  I mean, I do absolutely believe that consciousness exists in forms we can barely guess at just beyond the walls of linear space and linear time that pen us into this 4-D existence of ours.  Having said that, though, I was still never unreservedly on board with the notion that we’re born here, we live a life, we die, and then we get reincarnated into a new body here again, etc.  I remain open to such possibilities, mind you, but I’ve never been fully convinced, that’s all.  In the interests of full disclosure, though, I’ll also put on the table here the fact that I’ve never had much personal experience that would point me toward that sort of past life outlook on existence.  That is, I don’t believe I’ve ever had dreams of any such past lives in which I lived as a different person in a different place at a different time, I’ve never had visions of same, I’ve never glimpsed data drawn from such past lives during meditation, and I haven’t even had much in the way of relevant perceptions while traversing other…um…altered states of consciousness…

So it was with a shaker filled with quite a few grains of salt that I began reading through a book on what’s known as “Evolutionary Astrology” a few weeks ago.  The book in question is Yesterday’s Sky, by an astrologer named Steven Forrest.  I had just signed up to take a seminar from Mr. Forrest here in southern California this coming November, and I’d enjoyed several of his other books, so I figured I’d make it a clean sweep of his most popular titles, even though, as I said above, I was never strictly on board with the kind of past life theory that the book discusses and explores.  General principles of karma — yes; successions of past lives spent in this same world — the jury was still decidedly out on that when I picked up the book.

The book that launched this post (among probably lots of other things across the lives of its various readers)...

The book that launched this post (among probably lots of other things across the lives of its various readers)…

The book offers some techniques for distilling out from a birth-chart a helping of clues that can shed light on the past life experiences and resulting present-day karma that might be associated with the person belonging to that birth-chart.  I won’t get into too much detail on the techniques here, as — quite obviously — that could (and did) fill up an entire book.  Instead, I’m just going to boil down my own experiences with applying those techniques to my own chart, and anyone following along here can decide for themselves what to make of it all…

Okay.  So in brief, this whole set of procedures hinges on the Nodes of the Moon, which are two mathematical points present in any birth-chart.  The South Lunar Node describes past life experience and the unresolved karma being carried forward, while the North Node indicates the pathway toward healing, and toward resolving those karmic issues in this life.  You begin by studying the Sign and House positions of the South Node in a chart, and you look to the darker interpretations of these during this part of the process (the idea being that we don’t really have much need to work through things that we got right in past lives; it’s our wounds and failings that haunt us forward through subsequent incarnations).

With this in mind, my own journey into past life analysis begins with delving into a South Node in Scorpio in my Twelfth House.  Darkest interpretations…  Well, Scorpio at its darkest captures the very worst things that we, as humans, are capable of: things like murder, torture, rape, incest, maiming, brutality, naked cruelty.  And then the blackest end of the Twelfth House spectrum of meanings can indicate catastrophic failure and calamitous loss — the experience of having everything obliterated on a grand scale, and not just one’s own life, health, and possessions, but possibly even the lives, health, and possessions of everyone held dear.  As you can see, the combination of the darkest interpretations of this Sign and this House make for very grim stuff indeed!

And my very first thought when contemplating this, which came to me from out of nowhere, was: “Oh, man — what if I was some genocidal lunatic in a past life, like Cortés or Pizarro??”  Hernán Cortés, as you may know, was the Spanish conquistador responsible for wiping out the Aztec people of Mexico, and his distant relative, Francisco Pizarro, did the same for the Incas in Peru.  I can’t tell you why these two names appeared in my head at this juncture, but I can say that it was mostly Cortés I was flashing on, and Pizarro was more of an afterthought that I may have appended because I associate the two men in my mind.

Hernán Cortés -- or as Neil Young refers to him, Cortez the Killer...

Hernán Cortés — or as Neil Young refers to him, Cortez the Killer…

I felt let off the hook by the next step, though: the dreamy Planet that we call Neptune lies close enough to my South Node that it forms what’s called a conjunction with it.  This is like a permanent link, in which two Points or Planets are bonded in a chart, one’s activation at a given time generally always activating the other.  Neptune is associated with things like psychic experiences, mysticism, spirituality, illusions, addictions, and as mentioned, dreams.  None of this seemed very Hernán Cortés to me…but then I had another sudden flash: it might not fit him, or his Spanish buddies in this context, but what about one of the spiritual types on the Aztec side of the equation?  The Aztecs adhered to a very rich system of religious beliefs, one that was felt constantly throughout their daily lives, and which would also have to be described, by almost anyone’s definitions, as rather bloodthirsty, as well (human sacrifice abounded…).  This would all fit the darker Scorpio interpretations referenced above, and given that the Aztecs were essentially exterminated, it would also be consistent with those Twelfth House readings I listed (catastrophic failure and calamitous loss).  And an Aztec priest would have been a source of mysticism and spirituality for the people…or put another way, a very Neptunian figure.

Next, since my South Node’s Sign is held to be ruled by Pluto and/or Mars, a quick glance at their placements in my chart shed additional light: both of those Planets lie in my chart in Virgo and in my Tenth House.  Among other things, Virgo can indicate being of service (like, say, a priestly figure bringing spirituality to the “flock”), and the Tenth House would indicate things like public acclaim and maybe leadership.  Mars can indicate violence (as was very prevalent in Aztec culture…), and Pluto is intensity and power dynamics (ditto).  I had a few more steps to work through, but for purposes here, I’ll just say that I felt that this conjectural notion about a high-ranking priest-type in the Aztec world at the time of the conquest by the Spanish seemed to fit every aspect of my analysis…and furthermore, it just plain “felt right.”

Whoa -- could I have been the dude on the left in a past life???

Whoa — could I have been the dude on the left in a past life???

And now we arrive at the intriguing parts of the tale…

Once I settled on this Aztec priest thing, I went home and went to bed.  Then, over the course of the following week, a veritable flood of synchronicities rained down upon me.  Witness:

1)  I finished reading that book.  At the very end of it, the author describes his own karmic Nodal set-up.  Turns out, while his planetary placements differ from mine, his Nodal distribution is exactly the same: South Node in Scorpio in the Twelfth House and North Node in Taurus in the Sixth House.  Since there are 12 Signs and 12 Houses, the chances of our having the exact same set-ups in our charts would be 1 in 144.  Not exactly a slam-dunk, right?  Furthermore, he reveals his best guess at his own past life as him having been…a significant contributor to the Spanish conquest of the Aztecs.  Yes, he sees himself as having been on the opposite side of the conflict that I was likewise drawn to in my head, but the fact that it was still the very same conflict at all pretty much astounded me.

2)  That night, I went home and put on a rerun of a 15-year old sitcom called Sports Night…and a couple of characters had a verbal exchange about Cortés and Moctezuma (also commonly known as Montezuma), who was the ruler of the Aztecs when the Spanish descended upon them.

3)  I woke up the next morning, and decided to do a bit of research on Moctezuma.  I learned that he was succeeded by a man named Cuauhtémoc, who — before apparently being betrayed and killed by Cortés much as Moctezuma seems to have been — married a daughter of Moctezuma named Isabel.  It struck me immediately that I had a new Tarot client coming in that very evening — a new client who was a young Latina woman named Isabel (and I’ve just now heard from Isabel, and she told me that she’s actually descended specifically from the Aztec people!!).

4)  I went out to get something to eat, and then on my way home, I was standing still at an intersection, waiting for the traffic light to change…when a hummingbird flew into my wrist.  It felt like a kiss.  Let me share that in several decades of walking the Earth, I have never had a hummingbird fly into me before, and as I said, I was standing perfectly still, so it’s not like the little creature and I rounded a corner in opposite directions, and I startled it or anything.  I should have been utterly avoidable, had the hummingbird wanted to avoid me.  At the time, I didn’t know of any connection linking the Aztecs with the hummingbrd, but I did think this was a fairly extraordinary occurrence anyway, so I still took notice of it.  But let’s now put a mental pin in this item, as we’ll be coming back to it in a minute…

So cute!!  We'll be returning to  this adorable little creature momentarily...

So cute!! We’ll be returning to this adorable little creature momentarily…

5)  The following day, on a sudden whim, I decided to punch “Hummingbird” and “Aztec” into my search engine.  I’ll confess here that my past tours through Aztec Mythology had centered mainly on the fascinating and rather sinister God known as Tezcatlipoca, and his nemesis, the famous “Feathered Serpent,” Queztalcoatl.  My search engine now, however, pointed me toward the Aztecs’ most principal Deity of all, the Sun-God/War-God, Huitzilopochtli.  It may interest you to learn — as it certainly did me — that Huitzilopochtli is so strongly associated with the hummingbird that he is called the “Left-Handed Hummingbird,” and is always depicted with a large hummingbird helmet and decorates himself with hummingbird feathers…

Huitzilopochtli, the Left-Handed Hummingbird!

Huitzilopochtli, the Left-Handed Hummingbird!

6)  A couple of days later, I decided I need to be looking into a possible trip to Mexico to visit Aztec ruins…you know, just to see what might happen!  I discovered that one such archaeological remnant of that civilization called Templo Mayor lies right within the bounds of Mexico City itself.  I typed “Templo Mayor” into my search engine, and I went to the very first website that popped up.  It featured this great photo of the grounds there that had been taken by…a close friend of mine that I’ve known for more than 20 years.  This website had borrowed it from her Flickr account, and credited her by name in the caption.  I verified that this was indeed her by way of a charming and informative phone-call (and she gave me some tips on seeing some of the Aztec sites)…

7)  Two days later, I went to a party with a friend.  Upon arrival at his home, I noticed that in his living room, he had both a small replica of the famous “Aztec Calendar Stone” and a rendering of Quetzalcoatl.  Not long after, his daughter came home, bringing along her boyfriend, whom I’d never met before.  He’s a Latino guy who works as an artist…incorporating elements of both Aztec and Mayan lore into his art.  He showed me a piece he did that depicts the myth of how the Aztecs knew to found their grand city of Tenochtitlan: according to an ancient prophecy, they were to build on the spot where they spied an eagle devouring a serpent while perched atop a cactus.  Modern-day Mexico City is now built on that same spot…  We then went to the party, where I promptly met a gentleman who was born and raised in Mexico City…

So that’s one week’s worth of Aztec-related synchronicities that all manifested right after I theorized that I might have been some kind of Aztec priest during the conquest of their empire by the Spanish (and I even left out a couple more minor happenings…).

Now, of course none of this proves anything, not in any way we might label “scientific.”  Even if I could deliver scientifically verifiable proof to you that the events listed above did happen to me — and since I can’t, you’ll have to decide to take my word for all of it or not — it wouldn’t prove that I lived a previous life in the Aztec culture.  But I’m convinced at the very least that something kind of intense is going on for me with respect to that culture and that region and that time period.  I don’t remember ever experiencing such a deluge of synchronistic happenings in such a short span of time before in my life!  So I’m now looking into a trip to Mexico.  You know…just to see what might go down while I’m there!

And meanwhile, you might be interested in looking into your own Evolutionary Astrology findings.  I can’t promise that a hummingbird will kiss you on the wrist, or that any other odd things might happen for you…but I also will not try to rule it out!  As always, I’ll be curious to hear any tales along these lines that you might care to share…

 

Inertia creeps…

To paraphrase the great Sir Isaac Newton: in the absence of some applied external force, a body at rest tends to stay at rest, and a body in motion tends to stay in motion…

Sir Isaac Newton: Three Laws of Motion, and they even named the Fig Newton after him!  [NOTE: Fig Newtons are actually *not* named after Sir Isaac, but rather take their designation from the town of Newton, MA, USA...]

Sir Isaac Newton: Three Laws of Motion, and they even named the Fig Newton after him! [NOTE: Fig Newtons are actually *not* named after Sir Isaac, but rather take their designation from the town of Newton, MA, USA...]

So, here’s why I bring this up: in my own immediate context, this here blog has been a body at rest for quite some time, and in the absence of an applied external force — such as the blog’s author infusing some energy back into it! — it will tend to stay at rest.  I’d even go so far as to ask Sir Isaac if a body at rest will possibly even tend to stay at rest with increasing sloth-like tenacity, the longer it’s been at rest…?  We’ve all probably experienced the feeling of resolving to climb back onto a given metaphorical horse after a long absence from the saddle, and feeling how insanely difficult the prospect is.

But regardless of difficulty — because as we’ve all heard, it’s rarely the things that are easy to do that are worth the doing — I haven’t been unmindful of this space, and am setting it back in my sights once again.  I’m ever aware of Time’s winged chariot racing along, and unlike Sir Isaac, I haven’t even coined one Law of Motion yet, much less three, so there’s no shortage of work to be done!  In terms of getting this blog back into “body-in-motion” shape, I’m aiming to update at least once or twice per week, moving forward, and please do feel free to write in with any questions or requests for topics.  If you’re looking for me, I can often be found under that big tree over there, watching out for falling apples…

Join me under this fruitful thing if you like, although maybe wear a helmet if you do...

Join me under this fruitful thing if you like, although maybe wear a helmet if you do…

“I release you.”

Stress is bad for us.

I can’t imagine this will be anyone’s first time encountering this notion.  We all know this — it’s hardly a closely-guarded secret, locked away in some clandestine power bloc’s deepest, most blast-proof vault somewhere impregnable and subterranean.  Stress is bad for us…  We’re probably even almost unanimously agreed on this one…and we humans don’t easily get unanimous, not in large numbers.

But knowing something, and then acting upon it in sensible ways, are two very, very different prospects.  If anything, we often seem to not only not avoid the sources of our stress — we seem to quite regularly want to even cling to them, until our knuckles go white with the strain of it all…

"Sure, I know it's a problem...but it's *my* problem!"

“Sure, I know it’s a problem…but it’s *my* problem, and I ain’t giving it up!”

And I don’t pretend I’m not as guilty of this as anyone.  But I’ve come up with a quick little ritual that I now use, to try to help me to conquer this kind of self-destructive tendency (at least for smaller kinds of annoyances and such — true sins still warrant real attention, and are not necessarily covered here…).  It’s the phrase I used as the title of this post: “I release you.”

Basically, I try to remember to invoke this concept whenever someone or something appears in my daily path, and seems to want to block my passage or slow me down.  Instead of reacting with immediate anger about it…I try to silently, mentally address this obstacle-person or -thing, and in my mind, I kind of just stop for a moment and acknowledge that this wasn’t how I’d hoped things might ideally unfold in my travels, but with no ill-will, I am officially letting go of any negative feelings about the encounter that a less centered version of me might have had.  “Person or thing in my way: I release you.”

It’s sort of a mental/emotional mechanism for me to allow that person or thing to be what they are, to understand that they/it probably never held any malice toward me in the slightest, and then to go on with my day without hanging on to any kind of draining weight from the incident.  It frees me from the contact, casts off any binding threads (an accumulation of which can add up to ponderous, unbreakable chains after a while!), and enables me to devote far more of my finite supply of energy to the things that I actually do want to feed in my life.

“I release you.”

Dear traffic offender, inclement weather, insensitive pedestrian, mechanical failure, example of unfortunate timing, forgetful relative, momentarily insensitive friend, bad dream, plummeting blood sugar levels, flaw or error of my own, hurt from out of the past, whatever…”I release you.”

"I release you!"

“I release you!”

Silent Lucidity

I may have had a bit of a Lucid Dream experience last night (I’ve decided to capitalize the phrase here just so as to emphasize that I view it as something especially significant).  For those unfamiliar with the term, a Lucid Dream is what occurs when you’re in the dream state, but then you actually realize that you’re dreaming, yet you manage to sort of recognize this state of affairs without then waking yourself up…and so you go right on dreaming, aware that it’s all a dream.  The extra-cool thing is that since you’re now in this mode of “dreaming while knowing that you’re dreaming,” you can even begin to exert control over yourself and your dream-world surroundings in this Lucid Dream.  With practice, it’s said that you can come to effectively control that dream-reality on a grand scale…

In a Lucid Dream, you're no longer at the mercy of the amorphous dreamscape, so much as you can become its willful architect...

In a Lucid Dream, you’re no longer at the mercy of the amorphous dreamscape, so much as you can become its willful architect…

Many people profess to have had these Lucid Dreaming experiences, and some even claim to be able to enter the Lucid Dream state at will, pretty much anytime they feel like it.  You can find books and websites on the topic, and many sources will offer techniques for improving your ability to 1) recognize that you’re dreaming while you’re dreaming, 2) succeed in not ejecting yourself from the dream-state the instant you realize that it is a dream-state, and 3) control the goings-on there in that dream-world.

Personally, my experiences with this Lucid Dreaming stuff have been pretty limited.  I’d like to claim otherwise, but who would that benefit, right?  While the concept interests me greatly, I’ve so far now only had a grand total of three (3) experiences that I believe can rightly be deemed Lucid Dreaming.  Also, in the interests of full disclosure, I need to state clearly right up front that the first two occurred not when I was deep in REM sleep in the middle of the night, but rather while I was meditating, and apparently drifting beyond “light trance” and on into “snoring and insensate.”  It could be that there are Lucid Dream purists — who am I kidding, there must be — and they would shout these instances down as not having been “true Lucid Dreaming.”  I’m okay with that — I know that they were pretty phenomenal experiences for me, especially the first one, and if my own personally held definitions vary from those of other people on some subject or other, it won’t be the first time…

But anyway, last night’s experience was different from the other two in that I wasn’t meditating when it happened.  I had, in fact, gotten into bed long after midnight, and was preparing to doze off after a bout of furious writing at the computer.  I felt like I was tired, but not yet near sleep.  My eyes were closed…but then a vision of sorts began to form.  Interestingly, it was far clearer and more detailed in its way than anything I can ever manage to produce when I’m conscious, and trying to visualize things behind my closed lids — on those latter occasions, I almost always manage to conjure the idea of the thing I’m trying to visualize, but it’s at least as conceptual in my brain as it is visual in my mind’s eye, if that makes sense.  Last night, though, what I beheld was very, very visual.

Oddly, this tableau presented itself in a sort of modified black-and-white format, except it would more properly be termed “black-and-red.”  The scene was very dark, and wherever there might be white or gray in a B&W image, here there was some shade of red.  It was like I was seeing through my closed eyelids and into the darkened bedoom beyond…except I realized almost immediately that the room I was seeing didn’t correspond spatially to the real physical room I was in.  The wall in front of me and the wall to my right were both significantly farther away from me in the black-and-red image than the actual, physical walls of the room would have been if I were to open my eyes and look at them.  Also, the angle of what I was seeing would have been accurate if I’d been sitting up somewhat from the bed…only in physical reality, I was still lying flat on my back.  On top of that…there was a figure seated before me in my “dream,” and rather close by at that, but there was no one actually sitting on the real bed in that location…

So...was I dreaming, or was I awake?  What was really there?  What wasn't really there?  Was I seeing a ghost for real, or was I seeing a ghost in a dream?  Was a ghost dreaming of me??!

So…was I dreaming, or was I awake? What was really there? What wasn’t really there? Was I seeing a ghost for real, or was I seeing a ghost in a dream? Or was I the ghost in somebody else’s dream??!

This person in my black-and-red dreamscape was close enough that I could have reached out and touched her — and while it was obvious from the get-go that she was wearing some kind of mask, it was also clear that this was indeed a female.  The vision became more and more detailed, as if it were being rendered with ever-greater resolution even as I watched.  The woman seated before me was gazing off to my left, and I had a bit more of her than strict profile to look at.  The mask she wore was some sort of thing made of hardened mud or clay, very textured and bumpy, and it had large eyeholes, such that I could see her eyes very clearly.  Despite all the red and black of the vision, I felt that her eyes were blue, even though I didn’t exactly see them as blue…

At this point, I had to state firmly to myself that yes, my actual, physical eyelids were still closed, even if it didn’t feel like they were or look like they were, and I was not, under any circumstances, to open them to double-check this — I was to take it on faith, from myself to myself, that this was so.  It was good that I issued this warning to myself, too, because I was totally on the verge of opening my eyes, and blowing the whole deal.  I had the presence of mind to then sort of mentally whisper to myself that, “Dude…this is a dream!  You’re Lucid Dreaming!”

I then also understood down to the core of myself that soon — any moment — the woman in the mask was going to turn and look at me.

I’m not sure if this realization was exactly scary — that might not be the right word.  But I knew it was definitely a momentous thing, that’s for sure.  Something about her looking me in the eyes, and me holding that eye contact, would be huge in whatever way.  So huge that I again had to caution myself not to look away, and above all, not to open my real, physical eyes, when she met my gaze with her own…

And as my resolve settled in — as I managed to steel myself for that galvanizing moment of eye contact almost upon me…the vision began to suddenly lose coherence.  I didn’t break my concentration, and I didn’t open my eyes — I was still there, still present, and still watching, observing.  It’s just that the woman, and the dream-version of the room I was in, they all began to grow diffuse.  The details faded, the resolution dissolved, and the picture began to swirl away like smoke.  I stared at the woman in the mask until the very end, until the mask was no longer a mask, and she was no longer a distinct being, or even a distinct shape, and the black-and-red image devolved into just a mass of darkness behind my lids.  The woman had never turned to fully face me, and she never looked me in the eyes after all.

Maybe it was enough that I was ready, though, in that dream-moment, for her to do so.

Anyway, while I didn’t exactly bend the events or the setting to my whim as they say a Lucid Dreamer can do, I still count it as a Lucid Dream: I was dreaming, and I was aware I was dreaming, and I went on so dreaming without rousing myself out of the dream.  It was pretty great — more of a mystical happening than I’m maybe getting across here, and I hope to have more such episodes with which to decorate these pages.

And how about you: I’d love to hear any stories any of you might have about Lucid Dream experiences…??

“Reality is quite subjective…”

That’s a line from a song I once wrote: “Reality is quite subjective.”

I hadn’t yet gotten all actively metaphysical at the time, but even then, I understood on some level the notion that there’s a very subjective element to this Universe of ours.  Now, it’s true that in large part, we all share the same area bounded within time and space, and we will greatly agree on the way that it maintains itself in terms of physical laws and such.  Some people call this shared experience of the world our “consensus reality,” which is a pretty great and accurate term…because we sort of come to a tacit agreement as to how the Universe seems to function.  We assume our agreement is so sweeping, in fact, that sometimes we lose sight of that wild, subjective element.  We’ll say with mad confidence, for example, that when solid objects are dropped, they’ll fall downward rather than up, and we’ll hold that the boiling point of water is 100 degrees Centigrade…that sort of thing.  And virtually 100 times out of 100, such things seem to hold true…

A boiling lake in Yellowstone National Park, USA.  It's a pretty safe bet that the temperature of the water here has exceeded 100 degrees Centigrade...*pretty* safe...

A boiling lake in Yellowstone National Park, USA. It’s a pretty safe bet that the temperature of the water here has exceeded 100 degrees Centigrade…a *pretty* safe bet…

But remember that old adage about how if you get a crowd together, it’ll always be the lowest common denominator among the individuals making up that crowd which will prevail.  Like water tending to seek the lowest ground, the overall intelligence level or maturity level or whatever level of the crowd will sink to that of its member with the lowest individual helping of such attribute.  So similarly, since reality itself is in some respects a “crowd” of which we are a part, wouldn’t reality then be obliged to offer itself up in whatever way would be comprehensible for all of us who are present?  Reality would have to adhere to the lowest common “understandability level” among those on hand.

However…what if we then consider isolated people, cut off from the world at large?  Could reality do some really weird things if the only observer on hand happened to be a huge believer in the supernatural (or maybe it would be helpful to refer to it here as the “trans-natural” — but you probably get the point)…?  What if there was a lone woman wandering in the desert…and she happened to be the type who held a deep, abiding belief in UFOs and extraterrestrial lifeforms?  And what if, after a day or two of perilous wandering, that woman stumbled into the nearest town, babbling about having been scooped up by a flying saucer, and probed, and communed with — generally laying down all manner of other Area 51 kinds of verbiage?  Would her rambling stories necessarily be nothing more than the fancies of a presumably more-or-less rational mind that had succumbed to things like hunger, thirst, fear, exposure, and heatstroke?  Or could it be that since she was the only one around for a great distance in any direction, the only one observing anything going down in that blasted stretch of desert…could it be that a flying saucer maybe really had appeared and interacted with her?

Can UFO sightings actually be as real for the people sighting them as non-sightings are for the non-believers who don't sight them??

Can UFO sightings actually be as real for the people sighting them, as non-sightings are for the non-believers who don’t sight them??

We’ve all heard that timeless question about whether a tree falling in a forest actually makes any sound if there’s no one there to witness the event (and we might even further question whether such a tree can fall at all…)…  Here’s another one: if the tree falls, and there’s only one witness present…could the tree fall but still not make a sound?  Or could the tree not fall, yet somehow still make the sound of a tree falling??  The person would have no one else with whom to reality-check at the time, so would she or he know for sure what had just happened in any objective/absolute way?  It’s likely that upon returning to civilization, the person’s story and/or belief in the events of that story might morph, becoming more in line with what the general human consensus could get behind (“No, I know I must have just been tired, and dreaming it or something, because a tree can’t fall silently…although it sure seemed like it did for a while there…”).  But that doesn’t negate the possible unique and bizarre nature of the occurrence — maybe the events really did happen in exactly the improbable manner that the observer witnessed, and because that observer made up a consensus of one in that moment of observation, maybe there was no need for the event to render itself in the more “realistic” kind of fashion that would have been necessary if beheld by a large crowd.  Maybe local reality has more chance to be truly weird than does more global reality…

Reality is quite subjective.  And never more so than when you’re alone…

Happy Anniversary to Us!

So I received an unexpected notice late last night from WordPress, telling me that the one-year anniversary of my opening my account here has tolled!

WordPress did not actually send me this balloon...but the sentiments were there!

WordPress did not actually send me this balloon…but the sentiments were there!

That’s right: it has now been exactly one year since I signed up here and started blogging.  Put another way, the Earth has now come back around to exactly that same position in space relative to the Sun that it occupied when I first broke posting ground here…which is the same kind of landmark we celebrate with any other kind of annuity-based achievement (birthdays, wedding anniversaries, etc.).  It’s been an excellent year here, too, even if I’ve lagged quite a bit since around New Year’s (another annual celebration!) in terms of generating content.  Still, to borrow from The Four Seasons and The Spinners: I keep working my way back to you, WordPress, and will strive to continue doing so!  I sincerely appreciate the forum here for jabbering on about all things metaphysical, and the feedback I’ve received over this year just finished.

Looking forward to the next trip around the Sun, and all it brings — thank you, WordPress!

[And I'm happy to report that just as I was about to hit the "Publish" button on this post, from my open window, I heard the distinctive cawing/croaking sounds that mean that one or more representatives of the Raven family have decided to wander into the vicinity...and sure enough, a look out that same window confirmed that a pair of the always delightful Corvids were wheeling about in a large circular track in the sky just to the north of my home (like...two black planets orbiting an invisible Sun...??) -- for me, this is like receiving approval from Huginn and Muninn themselves, which I'll always accept rather joyfully...]

The great Norse God, Odin, accompanied by his two Ravens, Huginn and Muninn...not to mention his eight-legged steed, Sleipnir, and his magic spear, Gungnir (although I only saw Ravens here today, not God-Kings, Horses with any number of legs, or spears...[yet...])...

The great Norse God, Odin, accompanied by his two Ravens, Huginn and Muninn…not to mention his eight-legged steed, Sleipnir, and his magic spear, Gungnir (although I only saw Ravens here today — I haven’t seen any God-Kings, Horses with any number of legs, or spears…[yet...])…