ENCOUNTER

it started here at home.

I had been seeing strange things in the local community, then, something that I was struggling to put aside.

that night–before my father threatened me at gunpoint in my mind, with a revolver that I think he has; he said “Get out in 5 minutes.”

this time I knew the cats would be safe and there was nothing I could do. I grabbed my ID and car keys; the car was parked outside the door I think, facing the back way; I got in and pulled out of there quietly and made a left onto the back road and I was out of there. I took a few other things– I don’t even remember.

I headed towards the hospital ER that I usually would go to in such a crisis. The situation was that my doctors had been refusing to fill my psych meds for months (and I was going through the strangest transition, coincidentally, after getting a mole removed from the side of my nose.) I wasn’t psychotic. My awareness was heightened.

my theory is that there is a testing going on right now. Some people know, some people don’t, some people know more than others. It’s about getting on the boat. If you aren’t fit to get on the boat you don’t get on the boat. I don’t know what getting on the boat means and I don’t know what stayng behind means but I know that I don’t want to stay behind and I’ve been trying like heck to do what I need to do to be ready to get on the boat.

is it about an alien ship? I have to ask this for some reasons some of which I cannot divulge. Top secret stuff. That’s one of the reasons that I am here doing this. I have lived this sort of thing all my life because of my father’s work. I was just up in his study a 1/2 hour ago looking at the picture of him and all of his buddies holding up the huge map of the first new IC, the first “shrunk” one or something like that. I always remembered that from my youth.

so, to make it brief, I fielded an alien encounter here last October 2021. It came in the context of some wild behavior that been going on for several days which formed a shield. For instance, I turned in a neo-Nazi who still lived in the rambling country town in Southern California where I carried my child. Early one morning, after posting to the New York Post a picture of my beautiful cat Daisy in old age and a beautiful African lion who I called “Elsa” (from the 60’s movie, “Born Free”); in a plea for animal rights and and especially their devastation and desolation in Africa. I got up early and in an ecstasy I cried out “EBONY RAINBOW!” Utimately that led me to the wrong destination (or so I thought.) Because it was meant specifically for African Blacks. But it took me directly into the maelstrom of lingering A M ERIC A N racial hatred and violence in nearby Reading.

“Ebony rainbow” is my 2 word poem for black culture that I made up at the DV shelter in Tampa back in 2000.

that morning I saw it as an arm band on an African black man’s shoulder: warring for peace,

the Lord works in mysterious ways.

Because there really was a lot of this going on at the hospital in Reading: both New World Blacks and Blacks recently from Africa joining hands for peace. I saw the strangest things go down.

The alien that was here evidently had been here for my son when he had fallen into addiction; which is his business, so I won’t comment. But then he was gone and the cats were here for two years alone, my mother just came in every day to feed them and clean their litter. They weren’t afraid when the alien showed himself, it seemed that the alien had also been here for them.

I am thinking of the Sphynx and how the Egyptions worshipped the cat. And T. S. Eliot and his book “Cats.” And Edgar Allen Poe’s rather awful tales of the uncanny cat. My ex-husband was a Scot of Clan Chattan, Clan of the Cat, and how that materialized is just too weird to talk about except to say that witchcraft was involved. And oh, yes, what about the close association of the cats with Black Magic and superstitions surrounding the black cat?

I thought my father was filming me in here all along and had been in Florida too therefore would have footage of that entire week (?) When all this was going down but I just don’t know. I remember it all but there is just no way to put it into words.

I looked at him (the alien) and I was scared to death but then I got used to it, I could see him but I couldn’t. He was sort of a presence. Some of it sounds so silly, he wanted samples, a lot of the time in here i was collecting samples and that was what my father found that seemed so odd. Then I had to destroy a lot of things, it had something to do with defusing some really bad energy in here from 3 1/2 years without cleaning and my living as an invalid in fear. Largely it was the electronic equipment, the cell phone was loaded with porn that I couldn’t get rid of, I DID NOT purchase it, and it had really suddenly gotten really bad. And whoever was manipulating my laptop jumped out into the open with a weird comment in the upper left of the screen. So I carefully defused all this stuff and threw it on the stone floor of the conservatory. I do realize that that was pretty weird. I did it to the 10 year old printer copier fax scanner as well and even the shredder, late at night, that must have been the night my father made me go.

There was some other stuff going on here that I can’t talk about and also I’m starting to forget it and im supposed to.

so, the “bon mot” I want to finish this post on is the curious uniqueness of our friend le chat and that MY two cats have a special sympathy with the alien who was here last October and may be here again. He came to help.