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Encounters with the Otherwordly
Here I am thinking back on the first weekend in August, we were in KC, Mo. I was speaking at a paranormal convention where a few presenters including myself, talked about encounters beyond ghosts.' How can I relate this to goddess living' I wondered, since the event impacted me in a profound way. A Native American paranormal team's approach was earthy and beautifully grounded in their culture and background. Their stories were of 'elementals' and shape- shifters harassing a family. One team spoke of an entity who 'oppressed' a team member and how she changed in behavior. One Bigfoot expert who has discovered their language told, for the first time of his own face-to-face run in with Bigfoot. Another woman spoke of her UFO experiences and of being a part of a national investigative community now. I told of my own run-ins with ghosts and beings that are-something else-
The amazing thing that happened that weekend was the nearly spontaneous outpouring of the speakers to bare events that were personal, and often traumatic. We didn't just relay sightings we'd gathered from others; the tales from our attempts at helping people to understand what's going on around them. Here was gathered a group of people who, for the most part, had never met each other before, and we were onstage, opening up to the audience and daring to face the possible stigma of being called "crazy". You could see the truth as each person spoke, tears luring behind their eyes, the break in their voice as they kept emotions in check, describing the the all-too-real brush with the otherworldly.
Onstage, we faced our own nightmares and called upon strength to face ridicule. That weekend I had people come to me and thank me for confessing to my encounters with beings that were never human, then, as with another event where I dared to admit to those types of encounters, people came to me with relief that I knew what they had gone though, that I could identify with something they experienced. My occupation is a massage therapist and energy worker, I am a healer by trade and choice. I investigate the paranormal because of the "knowing" that something else is out there, something beside punching a daily time clock. Goddess living would seem to dictate that I am to elevate beyond a merely self-servicing life; to vibrate at a higher frequency, to bring a healing to the world. Perhaps this was just one of the means at my disposal, to drop the shields I use to guard myself and allow that exposure to prove to others that they are not alone.
After the convention ended we visited longer with our friends who gave us a place to stay for the weekend. Their neighborhood was a sanctuary in the midst of north Kansas City, private, wooden and with a view overlooking the Missouri River and downtown KC skyline. Here, UFO's had been spotted a few months before, here in the shrouded green of their backyard I could sense the fairy being darting in the thick foliage. Sunday it rain nearly all day after we took a stroll to the site where the UFO's had been seen over the river, I sat at the kitchen table, the French doors were opened to the back deck and watched the rain gently descend through the overhead leaves. It took a while for the entire deck to be covered and we went outside to stand beneath the canopy as rain fell all around us, yet not on us. I felt a renewal , a sense of ease and the nagging knowledge that I had to face my own fears.
“The ufo is nothing more than an assertion of herself by the Goddess into history--"Terence McKenna
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