ODYSSEY

MONTH OF DECEMBER 2011

2011-12-08T21:21:00.000-08:00

IF YOU WANT TO READ FROM THE BEGINNING, MARCH 15, 2010 IS THE START OF MY DAILY BLOGS.

DECEMBER 1
I'm relieved that no significant snowfall has occurred yet. I love it when we make it almost to Christmas before the first major snowstorm. If I had my way, it would snow late on Christmas Eve and melt on January 1st. That would be the perfect winter for me.

DECEMBER 2
Now it's December, I'm sure that snow will soon be on its way. The days are getting colder. I think a lot about Ice Ages now. I've read Robert Felix's book, "Not by Fire, but by Ice." As we go into winter, I wonder about the predictions that Felix has made. The world is experiencing a drastic increase in precipitation, and that's all it takes to start an Ice Age.

DECEMBER 3
I found the map that Oscar Magosci sent me many years ago. It shows the location of the under-the-lakebed UFO bases in The Great Lakes. I've written about my experiences at Cape Hurd on the Tobermory Peninsula, posting it April 5, 2010. I urge you to go back on this blog and read it. There are bases in Lake Ontario, Lake Huron, Lake Michigan, and Lake Superior, but not in Lake Erie.

DECEMBER 4
I have to get to Lake Ontario to do some UFO viewing. I used to go there in the 1980's and early 90's and stand for hours on the shore near Niagara-on-the- Lake, watching lights materialize in the sky. I would meet Tom and Malcolm there, try to stay warm in the frigid night air, and excitedly watch as the lights would flare up, one after another. They were usually located just out from Grimsby, Ontario - about half-way across the lake. This is the area where witnesses have reported saucer-shaped crafts landing on a platform that suddenly rises to the water's surface.

Sometimes, we would see eight or more lights appear. They would stack up, two at a time, and fly off in different directions. There was never any sound from them. The predominate color was white, with the occasional orange one. A few were white with an orange aura. Frequently, we watched planes flying over the lights as they approached Toronto's airport. I always wondered what the pilots saw from their flight deck. Did their instruments record them?

DECEMBER 5

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DECEMBER 7
Pearl Harbor! I wasn't around for this one. It happened in 1941, and I wasn't born until 1949. From Wikipedia: The overall death toll reached 2403, including 68 civilians, and 1178 injured. Of the military personnel lost at Pearl Harbor, 1177 were from the Arizona. I didn't experience it in any way, so I don't feel much about it. I mourn the lives lost, though. Rest in Peace. Why is it that Peace is after death? We need it now!

DECEMBER 8
John Lennon was shot on this day in 1980. I can't believe it was 31 years ago! I don't remember where I was when I heard about it. In contrast to that, I know exactly where I was when Kennedy was killed. I was coming home from school and had stopped in at a corner store. There was a crowd of people who were listening, all ashen-faced and silent, to a radio report of the assassination. I was stunned! Why can I remember that and not remember where and what I was doing when I heard about John Lennon's murder? He was my second favorite Beatle. Paul was my first. George was my third, and Ringo held fourth place. I had Beatlemania, along with most of the planet. Today, I posted "Imagine" on Facebook and watched some YouTube videos of John.

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December 19
I have to get back to making mental notes during the day. I don't write about everything I do or think, but I jot down interesting thoughts or events. I find it boring to read everyday lives of people. Some feel that they have to blog what they eat or watch on TV. Please spare me! It's more fascinating to be allowed a peek into their mental processes or follow them on their adventures. I love quirkiness in a person's personality - something that sets them apart from the norm.

December 20

MONTH OF JULY 2011

2011-07-15T20:58:00.000-07:00

I have to decide how to catch up. I've been gone for quite awhile. Okay, I've decided. I'm going to skip ahead to December, 2011. That was an easy decision.

Andrew Allen - Loving you tonight (lyrics)

2010-10-14T10:30:00.000-07:00

MONTH OF OCTOBER 2010

2010-10-10T06:45:00.000-07:00

There are days missing. Too much time has passed, and I can't fill them in, so I've just skipped them.

OCTOBER 1
I made it to 60 last October, and that's all the aging I can tolerate. I'll go backwards now. I'm 59 today, and next year I'll be 58. I don't care what my birth certificate or driver's license says. I believe that I can be any age I want to be. Benjamin Buttons, move over! You have competition!

OCTOBER 2
I'm in love with a man who's 54. That means he has 6 more years to age then he can go backwards as well. That's perfect! He will always be older than me.

OCTOBER 3
My older son is 37 today. I figure in another 10 years in both directions for us, we'll be the same age. I'm beginning to like this system.

OCTOBER 4
If anyone asks my age, I tell them my birth year is 1949. Then I play dumb, which isn't too hard for me to do. I have a scientific, analytical, logical mind, so I love to experiment. I'm always wondering, "What would happen if...?" Add that to my belief that nothing is impossible, and everything opens up to me.

OCTOBER 8
My existence wavers a bit once in awhile. I'm not sure what's happening, but it's like a veil is being pierced. I'm transported to another time and place in my mind. I grip the arms of my chair to maintain my spatial reality. It's a bizarre feeling!

OCTOBER 9
I have an agent! My screenplay has gone from unsolicited to solicited. Look out, Hollywood! Here comes Odyssey!

OCTOBER 10
My younger son is 35 years old today. I'll be passing him on the way, too. I'll wave as I fly by. Every year will be a gift to me. I think I'll stop at 29...doesn't everyone? Thirty years will have passed. I'll either be d_ _d (nasty, 4-letter word!), or it will have actually worked, and I'll be 29!!!!! Whoo Hoo!

OCTOBER 11
I go to my brother's place for Thanksgiving dinner. I get a bit lost on the drive over, but I finally find his house. My son gets even more lost, and he has a GPS in his car! So much for technology verses "Hey! I-think-I-just-drove-by-it-and-should-turn-around" reasoning. Marion is an excellent cook. More than the turkey is stuffed. The only biological entity who isn't raving at the table is the turkey.

OCTOBER 12
We're picking up speed. My agent sure knows what he's doing! Thank goodness for that! I'm sending him all he needs to get Odyssey out there. All the top producers and directors are on the contact list.

OCTOBER 13
I made some of my 'brew' yesterday and discover this morning that I left it out of the frig all night. It's a mixture of apple cider vinegar, honey, and water. I've been drinking it for years as a health beverage. Of course, I don't usually leave it sit out all night. I thought of throwing it away, but I decided to drink it anyway. What you believe won't hurt you, won't! I learned that from a man who is still going strong in his eighties and looks like he's in his early sixties. He told me to eat and drink whatever I want (within reason, of course!) and to believe it won't harm my body. Maybe I can get that to work with calories for weight loss as well. I absolutely don't believe this banana split is fattening! Absolutely, totally, completely...nope!

OCTOBER 14
I'm going for the abstract motif in my micro-wave splatter art. It's beginning to look really interesting! Why does a micro-wave blow up food? That's all I want to know.

OCTOBER 18
Old Chinese proverb: "You never know what luck an ill wind blows." An emotionally charged event happens to me today that strikes right to my heart. And, just like the proverb, things right themselves, and the problem resolves.
I'm always amazed at the methods God uses to work His magic. I don't see the wonder of it all until afterward. Thank you, God. :o)

OCTOBER 19
It is better to be loved from the inside out than the outside in. The attraction lasts longer.

There's nothing more for this month.

X Files Theme Tune

2010-10-10T06:44:00.000-07:00

WHAT I'VE LEARNED FROM MY FRIENDS

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Have no fear of perfection. You'll never reach it. - Salvador Dali (Eddie F)
There is no better feeling than to accomplish the impossible. (Lawrence D)
Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you. - Carl Jung (Michael M)
Eighty percent of success is showing up. ~ Woody Allen (Jessica H-P)
To be a great champion, you must believe you are the best. If you're not, pretend you are. - Muhammad Ali (Ian R)

NEIL DIAMOND - (Coming to) America - Close Encounters Inspired

2010-09-12T18:19:00.000-07:00

MONTH OF SEPTEMBER 2010

2010-09-01T12:35:00.001-07:00

SEPTEMBER 1
What crisp and cool days of Fall? It feels like Summer:The Sequel to me!

SEPTEMBER 2
I always look at this month as the countdown to my birthday. That used to screw up my thinking for years. As I entered September, I would start thinking that I was already a year older. I would become so convinced of it that, by the time I reached my birthday on Oct 1, I would add another year to my delusional age. It was always a pleasant surprise to find out that I could instantly de-age by the sudden realization that I had gotten ahead of myself. What a gift! Poof! One year gone.

SEPTEMBER 3
One bad thing about writing a blog is that I catch my friends discussing the way my life is going, according to my daily blog entries, and referring to the already written months as "episodes."

SEPTEMBER 4
I was planning on selling another couple of days (see August 7 and 8), but the Better Business Bureau slaps me with a "Cease and Desist" order and tells me I absolutely can't sell two days of the year! (You do know I'm kidding, right? No? Have I got a sweet deal for you!)

SEPTEMBER 5
A friend tells me that she likes my blog because it's so funny due to my "weird and wonderfully twisted thinking." Thinking? Is that part of blogging?

SEPTEMBER 6
I make a list today of all the places I didn't go to this summer. I shove it in front of my van's headlights with an accusing 'Where-were-you-when-all-of-this-didn't-happen?' glare. But, I can't stay mad. I'm grateful that it's running at all!

SEPTEMBER 7
(Que the song "Perfect Day" below.) Fill this day with laughter and joy. Everyone needs to celebrate a day now and again, so pick one and make it special. I have, and it's today. I have my reason why.

One aside: there is no such thing as 'perfect' just like there is no such thing as 'normal'...not in earthly terms. In God's realm, everything and everyone are always perfect. And, that is the kind of day I celebrate, with all its lows, highs, and magical, wondrous chaos.

SEPTEMBER 8
I try not to drive anywhere today. Starship overheats within five minutes, and there's not a lot of places I can drive to within five minutes (and my coasting record isn't legendary). I just tell myself I really don't need food. Three meals a day is over-rated anyway. Besides, I'm not a lover of grocery shopping. I'm an impulse buyer, and my financial demise is usually in the comfort food aisle.

SEPTEMBER 9
I finally take Starship into Space Dock (I'm hungry!). As I hand over the key, I wonder if the end has come. Knowing very little about the internal workings of a tempermental van, I have visions of engine destruction bordering on an Extinction Level Event. I keep telling myself that my van is 13 years old, and, logically, it should fall apart any minute now. Hold on! I'm a lot older than that, so I better change my thinking immediately!

SEPTEMBER 10
Starship survives to flight another day! (Only kidding about the "flight" - I don't drive that fast!) My van's water pump sprang a leak, and $450 drains out of my wallet as a result. Even the growling has been silenced - the exhaust pipe's, not mine. The real damage is to my confidence in this vehicle - when I'm mad at it, I call it a vehicle. Then it knows it's in the dog-garage with me.

SEPTEMBER 11
I would rather remember this date for my sister-in-law's birthday than for one of the most horrific terrorist attacks in history. But, I have to remember both - one happy and one sad. I write, "Happy Birthday, Marion!" then I bow my head and say a prayer for all those who lost their lives on 9-11. And, to those who are fighting for their lives because of lung injury suffered in the aftermath and to the families who will never be the same because a loved one is gone forever, my heart goes out to you all.

SEPTEMBER 12
I've been shaking my head a lot lately. I can't believe what I'm thinking in context to what is happening. I'll write more about this once I figure it out.

SEPTEMBER 13
(This blog entry is written in retrospect to the retrospect. My humor is returning...a good sign!) I've been fortunate to have lasted this long. I think back on my life and ponder the number of times I've survived merely because of a sudden, impulsive decision - albeit the right one for the circumstances - or the presence of the perfect person (i.e. having a heart attack in church, sitting next to a cardiologist). It boggles my mind how it all comes together.

SEPTEMBER 14
(This blog entry is written in retrospect.) I was nearly killed in Albany, New York, over two decades ago. My life was saved by the amazing capabilities of a woman named Elaine Kaiser (she has since passed away). I miss you, my dear friend. Tomorrow, I will think of you and wonder if you helped me again, through God's grace, from beyond.

SEPTEMBER 15
I've got a new grip on life, and I'm holding on tighter than ever! Life is sweet, and I cherish it. Why? Because I almost lost mine today.

SEPTEMBER 16
Don't ask me what happened yesterday. The fact that I have a 'yesterday' is solely due to being enfolded in God's blessed hands and enveloped in angelic protection. Thank you, Elaine. I felt your presence. I need to forget. I need to move on...

There is nothing more for this month.

Miriam Stockley - Perfect Day ((HighQuality - rare version))

2010-09-01T09:22:00.000-07:00

MONTH OF AUGUST 2010

2010-08-01T08:09:00.000-07:00

AUGUST 1
I'm hurtling through space on a pale, blue dot of cooled, cosmic dust, and it's a beautiful Sunday morning. I reel my consciousness in, and I'm normal again. I pick up where I left off and get a lot done on fixing my "I-finally-found-it!" filing system. I require efficiency to be efficient; organization to be organized, so this is good.

AUGUST 2
I don't like a deadline. The reason why is because, as it nears, I start thinking, "I'm running out of time." This is the worst possible thought anyone could think! If we all create our own reality, what would we be manifesting by focusing on this thought? Isn't death "running out of time"? Maybe that's why they call it a deadline.

AUGUST 3
When I say, "I have lots of time!" I should be able to live much longer. It has been proven that the aging process speeds up when you think that you are running out of time. So, it's a logical assumption that if I think exactly the opposite, it should have the opposite effect.

AUGUST 4
I've decided that I'm never getting off the Merry-Go-Round. More to come... Well, maybe not. Actually, I didn't get back to this for quite awhile, so I can't remember what I was thinking about when I wrote it. Memory might be a good subject for this blog entry, but I don't have time right now to write it. More to come... Oh no! Here I go again!

AUGUST 5
Summer is watermelon season, and I love watermelon! I eat it with a knife and fork, because I got tired of having watermelon high-tide marks on my cheeks and seeds in my ears. (That's the reason they have watermelon balls at fancy functions. Can you imagine guests in gowns and tuxedos chomping on a slice of watermelon? It's not a pretty sight!)

AUGUST 6
To my blog readers: are you enjoying my daily entries? Is there anything that you would like me to write about? Do you have questions that you would like me to answer? I would be overjoyed to hear from you!

AUGUST 7
Does anyone want to buy August 7? I really don't want to blog on it, so I'm selling it. It's in great shape! It's only been used once this year... and once last year... and once the year before... Okay, so it does have some mileage on it, but it's still a great deal! Only 365! (There's a decimal point in there somewhere.)

AUGUST 8
Let me sweeten this deal even more. If you contact me within the next 10 minutes, I'll throw in August 8 as well. Two days for the cost of one. A handy weekend widget that you can stick anywhere in a month when you need a couple of days off.

AUGUST 9
I get a phone call with 'dead air' on the other end. I'm repeating, "Hello" in various musical tones and interesting combinations but there's no responding sound except for a hang-up. I'm left wondering who called me. 'Dead air' doesn't dial and complete a phone call. Someone - with a finger - has to be there.

AUGUST 10
I devote my time to getting my blog caught up. It's easy to let it lag behind. It's a good thing that I don't have to remember what I did each day. My blogs are not reflective to what is occurring in my life on a daily basis, unless the event is interesting, entertaining, or pertinent enough to be included. My blogs can be about anything, so now I have to think up eight 'anythings' to fill in the past few days. At least, today is complete. The days before this one will be filled in soon.

AUGUST 11
I recently watched a news report on an Australian man who has compiled his own 'bucket list' of 100 things he wants to do before he dies. He's now in the process of working his way through them.

Maybe I could have a 'bucket list' of things I want to do before I'm abducted by aliens. I give it some thought today and decide that the first thing I would love to do is surf. I watch some 'how-to surf' videos on You Tube. Now, I need a round-trip ticket (hopefully) to Hawaii, the Pacific Ocean on a calm day with tame waves (Jaws without teeth), a surfboard with velcro on it, two opposing strips on the souls of my feet, and a swig of nerve tonic. (I'm just kidding. I'll get up and stand on the surfboard like everyone else...and hope for the best!)

AUGUST 12
I watch a video about a man named Nick Vujicic. He was born without arms and legs. He speaks to audiences around the world, and his message is truly inspirational: make the best of what you have been given without complaint. Live life to the fullest. I'm in wonderment of him: his lifestyle is more active than mine!

I'm not an 'easy mark' for a scam artist. I do some 'sizing up' before I open my purse and hand over money to people panhandling on the street...until the day I saw a man without arms and legs, propped up on a blanket, outside of The Bay. I couldn't get my purse open quick enough. I dug for every dollar and cent that I had! As I did this, I babbled on, asking questions and apologizing that I didn't have much money with me. And, all through it, the man kept up a happy chatter and thanked me for my generosity. I learned a lesson about happiness under adversity that day. He was my 'Nick.'

AUGUST 13
Every month that starts on a Sunday will have a Friday 13th. It's happened again! I always wonder what the big deal is over this day. Am I supposed to creep out of my house with trepidation? Is tragedy lurking around every corner? If any day could be the victim of hype, Friday 13th is definitely it! I would like to win millions in the lottery on a Friday 13th...just to shake it all up and give Friday 13th one point versus superstition.

AUGUST 14
I'm driving up north to spend the weekend with my older son and daughter-in-law. My van (Starship) complains about the distance with various squeals and clunks, but I keep my foot on the gas pedal...and pray! It's almost two hundred kilometers, and my old van needs to be 'babied' through every one of them.

Fate is kind, though. I arrive alive, and my van is still in good condition when I park it in front of their house and tell it not to 'seize up' overnight from the exertion. My 'seizing up' has finally ended, so I can enjoy a pleasant visit with my family.

AUGUST 15
I arrive home and breathe a sigh of relief that my van made it. Why do I drive a vehicle that makes embarking on a journey an adventure in itself? Because I've put so much money into fixing my van over the years that, if I sold it, I would be wasting all that expensive effort and giving someone a better van than what I had when I bought it from the (ab)used-car dealer.

I'm determined to drive it until something happens that is beyond repairing at a reasonable cost. The adrenaline rush is wondering if this breakdown will happen while driving somewhere of any considerable distance. Every trip is a trek into unknown territory. A big "what if." I never know what to expect next. At least, it keeps me alert on the road. And, the 'up-side' of it is: I always reach home in a great mood!

AUGUST 16
I watch a You Tube video of a Deepak Chopra lecture today and find out that everything around me doesn't exist, except in consciousness. My father used to say to me exactly what Deepak is expounding upon: "How do you know that the world really exists behind you? Maybe it exists only when you look at it."

I would swing around, at odd moments, trying to catch the world while in its unraveled state. I decided my father was just kidding, so it's quite a shock to now realize that he was right after all. The world doesn't exist except as pure potential in consciousness. I don't even exist! How am I keyboarding in this blog entry? Of course, the answer is: I'm not.

AUGUST 17
This summer has been fantastic so far. It's another sunny, fluffy-clouds-in-blue-sky day. Perfect conditions and temperature for an outing.

I end up in Harrington to visit a couple of friends. The house is rundown. The garden and backyard are overgrown. I look inside and see that the house is empty. I walk to the small, local library and find out that my friends left a month ago. The desolation and neglect of such a historic building (built in the 1800's) saddens me.

Being there takes me back in time in my mind. I lived two years in this house. I loved the quietude of the country, but the winter driving to get to work was horrendous, so I moved back into Stratford in December, 2009.

Instead of visiting my friends, I revisit my memories. I walk around the house and remember. I see it, in my imagination, as it used to be. The ghosts of its previous owners bustle about, doing tasks. They sit in the healing retreat's sweat lodge, build porches, and sink wells.

I recall the couple living downstairs from me, once the house turned into rented apartments. I can see him mowing the lawn and her hanging clothes on the line. I can hear their "Good morning!" and their dog (that barked 15 times every minute when they were away) fending off any forest interlopers with a slew of menacing growls and sneezes. (And that small dog could sneeze! It sneezed so hard that it sometimes knocked itself right off its paws...like it had dropped dead from a doggie heart attack.)

Everyone who has lived here is still here...not just in spirit, but in time. Time isn't linear. Everything is happening at once. I was here, gone, here again, and in a few minutes I will be gone once more...but do I really leave?

AUGUST 18
No one is ever alone. If we could see a wider range of vibrational frequency on the visual scale, we would see loved family members who have passed over, helpful angelic beings, beloved deceased pets, and a lot of unknown entities around us. Not all of them would be concerned with us, but the ones we had the strongest ties with during our life certainly would be. So, don't say goodbye. They're not gone.

AUGUST 19
I'm behind again. I'll catch up over the next couple of days.

AUGUST 20
Well, maybe not that fast.

AUGUST 21
I have to think of some witty things to write about.

AUGUST 22
And, some days, I'm pretty witless.

AUGUST 23
Of course, I could always fake it.

AUGUST 24
Or pretend these days didn't happen.

AUGUST 25
Actually, I don't remember much about them anyway.

AUGUST 26
Maybe I was abducted by aliens!

AUGUST 27
Then again, I could always be smart.

AUGUST 28
And make these the blog entries. Done! :o)

AUGUST 29
Starship is growling at me. Its light years are numbered. I can take only so much before I 'punch it' into a warp drive graveyard. I'm ignoring the rumbles of the decaying Lithium Crystals (a.k.a. exhaust pipe) until I have a day off, and I can take it to Space Dock (a.k.a. local garage with lots of happy car mechanics who are all smiling because I'm putting their children through college).

AUGUST 30
Time for some magic. I wave my wand in the air and - poof! - everything is organized and orderly. Now, back to reality. Wait a minute! I just wrote in a previous blog that reality doesn't exist. So, I guess it's time for Happy Hours instead. No, I don't drink. I just like being happy for hours.

AUGUST 31
Summer has rushed by this year. That's okay. My favorite season is fall. I love the seasons. I enjoy the changes in weather. It makes it less monotonous. Flowers are more precious when they don't last all year long. Summer has been sunny, warm, and a pure delight. Time to tuck it away for another year and move on to the crisp and cool days of Fall.

Carl Sagan - Pale Blue Dot

2010-08-01T08:05:00.000-07:00

MONTH OF JULY 2010

2010-07-16T07:06:00.000-07:00

(I had to delete and repost July. That's why it's dated July 16.)

JULY 1
In our original plan, we were supposed to meet and have dinner in Stratford tonight. Our relationship fell apart in May instead - by chance or design - and I lost him...twice! I love and miss him, but I’m not going to write about him in my blog anymore. I’m sure my readers have had enough, so onto other things: HAPPY CANADA DAY! I'm not Canadian, but I couldn't resist this:

WHAT DO WE CANADIANS HAVE TO BE PROUD OF?

1. Smarties (not in the USA).
2. Crispy Crunch, Coffee Crisp (not in the USA).
3. The size of our football fields, one less down and bigger balls.
4. Baseball is Canadian - 1st game played June 4, 1838 in Ingersoll, Ontario.
5. Lacrosse is Canadian.
6. Hockey is Canadian.
7. Basketball is Canadian.
8. Apple pie is Canadian.
9. Mr. Dress-up beats Mr. Rogers.
10. Tim Hortons beats Dunkin' Donuts.
11. In the war of 1812, started by America, Canadians pushed the Americans back past their White House then we burned it and most of Washington. We got bored because they ran away. Then, we came home and partied...Go figure.
12. Canada has the largest French population that never surrendered to Germany.
13. We have the largest English population that never, ever surrendered or withdrew during any war to anyone, anywhere. EVER! (We got clobbered in the odd battle but prevailed in ALL the wars!)
14. Our civil war was fought in a bar and lasted a little over an hour.
15. The only person who was arrested in our civil war was an American mercenary. He slept in and missed the whole thing. He showed up just in time to get caught.
16. A Canadian invented Standard Time.
17. The Hudson's Bay Company once owned 10% of the earth's surface and is still around as the world's oldest company.
18. The average dog sled team can kill and devour a full grown human in under 3 minutes. (That's more information than I need to know!)
19. We know what to do with the parts of a buffalo.
20. We invented ski-doos, jet-skis, Velcro, zippers, insulin, penicillin, and the telephone. Also short wave radios, which save countless lives each year.
21. We have ALL frozen our tongues to metal and lived to tell about it.
22. A Canadian invented Superman.
23. We have colored money.
24. Our beer advertisements kick ass (Incidentally...so does our beer BUT MOST IMPORTANT...
25. The handles on our beer cases are big enough to fit your hands in with mitts on.
(Author Unknown)

JULY 2
It's been an emotional roller coaster. I do self-treatment bodywork techniques to release some of the trauma. The best way to help myself, though, is to work on someone else. The therapist receives as much benefit as the client does during a session.

JULY 3
It was hot today so I stayed inside, where it was cooler. But, the night always entices and intrigues me, so I venture out. (I love star-gazing and watching for UFOs.) I can hear fireworks going off somewhere nearby, but they must be on the ground because there's nothing visible. I missed seeing the fireworks in Stratford on July 1. I enjoy watching the colorful explosions in the night sky. I love the loud percussion clap of the detonation and the cascading sparks as they rain down and fizzle out.

JULY 4
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY! I'm American. I was born in Detroit and grew up in Allen Park, Michigan. I've been in Canada since I was 18 years old, so I've lived most of my life outside my native land. My heart aches to go back sometimes, especially today. I would live in one of the Southern States, because I've had enough of northern winters. It wouldn't be around the Gulf of Mexico, though.

JULY 5
A person who is standing on a street corner in a city can’t see events that are happening two blocks away but transplant that person to the top of a skyscraper and events many blocks away become visible. There's no psychic ability involved - it's just perspective.

Right now, I'm standing on the street corner. My Overself (Higher Self) is viewing all activity from on top of the skyscraper. I can't see what's coming down the street, but my Overself can, and it positions me. (I'm feeling very guided today.)

The John Travolta movie, Michael, pops into my mind. Throughout the movie, Arch-Angel Michael is openly directing and finally physically leading the main characters.

I sense that my Overself is helping me become aware of something. A thought surfaces that stuns me! It explains a lot about what's been happening in my life lately, but I never considered it as a causative factor before.

My energy immediately starts flowing better in my body, so the implanted block that has been suppressing the realization of this possibility has been dissolved. The sudden surge of energy, and the good feeling which naturally accompanies it, is proof enough for me to verify the accuracy of the surfacing thought.

I can't tell you any details about the thought. If I did, I would have to explain a lot more about my past than I'm willing to reveal. The question is: What do I do about it? The answer is: Fight them.

JULY 6
Once you realize that you're an energetic being, you understand that not every fight is on the physical level. This fight is spiritual, because I'm summoning help from the angelic realms. I started last night, and I already feel a difference in the 'status quo' energy today. There's been a shift. (To give you an idea of the power yielded in a spiritual battle, I called in "hundreds of millions of legions of angels." Now, that's an army!)

JULY 7
The battle continues and so does my everyday life. There is no carnage on the battlefield...just dissolving energetic connections and shifting of energies. No casualties; no injuries; no weapons of mass destruction. It's an invisible war, but a war nonetheless. There will be victory and defeat, and defeat isn't an option to me - not when I'm protecting someone.

JULY 8
I'm always surprised when I open my eyes in the morning. When I fall asleep, I'm placing myself into a state of vulnerability. (Increased awareness comes with it but not of this world.) Since I recognize that I'm an energetic being in a world that is a construct of energy, I acknowledge that no location is, or ever can be, secure - or even defined - so I'm delighted to still be here when I wake up.

JULY 9
What are my responsibilities toward this world? How much do I endanger myself to protect others? I have pondered these two questions for awhile now. And, as I do, more damage is being done to our planet. It's time to 'rev up' the power of love and use it as a 'weapon' against the negative forces. The next time I'm in a major city, I will hunt.

JULY 10
Something happens at work today that shows me how quickly the best laid plans can fall apart and a situation can become critical. In the heat of the moment, there's no time to pull back and regroup. Decisions have to be made on the spot. Right or wrong, action must be taken. It is also a 'wake-up' call to me. I lost my assertive spirit along the way somewhere. It's time to get it back.

JULY 11
I excel on the energetic level when dealing with situations, but I need work on the mental level. I over-analyze and remain quiet until I have all the facts and can make a sound decision. Sometimes, though, the situation doesn't provide the time to do that. It's do or die. I need to make on-the-impulse 'executive decisions' when the need arises.

JULY 12
I keep telling myself, "I am here and now." This simple method enables me to stay in the moment, to be present. I focus on my breathing to enhance it. When I do this, everything becomes more vibrant to my senses. I realize it's because I am putting more of my consciousness into the creation of my reality. In other words, I'm paying attention to it.

JULY 13
'Knowing' manifests in my mind and heart. That's the feeling that something is going to happen (or is happening), and there is absolutely no doubt about the accuracy of it. As I feel this inner certainty about the future, a joyous and contented sensation washes over me. I find myself smiling.

JULY 14
My mindset is re-adjusting to the changes that are occurring inside and outside of me. I feel that I'm being positioned by fate. Something is coming. I need to be in the right place at the right time.

My van (a.k.a. Starship) springs a brake fluid leak, so I slowly drive to the garage and leave it there to be repaired. If something is coming or I need to be somewhere today, it's public transit or walking!

JULY 15
A thought occurs to me about the 'here and now.' Why can't I have a 'there and now?' Does the there become here or the here become there if I want it to do so? Do I have to move or does time and space move around me? Does anything move? Am I here only because I believe I am? What if I believe I'm somewhere else? Am I there? Why do I feel I've done this before?

JULY 16
Everyone exists in the NOW, but they don't pay attention to it. People distract themselves too much. Listen and see what is happening around you, and you will feel your senses come alive.

JULY 17
I don't trust Starship, so I haven't traveled much this summer. It's been in Space Dock too often to be dependable. I had planned a lot of trips, so it's disappointing.

JULY 18
Do you wish you could start all over again when things go awry? Would you like to back out of every bad decision and inappropriate action and begin anew? I do, and I would. (It's best not to go any further with this one.)

JULY 19
I've been home for a few days, and I think I'm sinking into a 'blue funk.' I usually don't dwell on the negative, but I have been lately. Michael, my business coach, came over today, and my outlook definitely discolored the session. I need to rally myself...and soon!

JULY 20
I know what's wrong, but I'm not given a chance to fix it. (Enough said...)

JULY 21
I need someone to bring a smile to my face by a random act of kindness. I need someone to talk to me. I need to feel like I exist.

JULY 22
It's hard to face my faults. I know what I did, and I will never do it again. I know what I didn't do, and I will do it from now on. I have learned valuable lessons.

JULY 23
I wouldn't last very long in solitary confinement. I would be yelling, "Talk to me!!! Anyone!" at the cell door. That's what I feel like now, and I'm not even in solitary confinement. Bad sign.

JULY 24
I see both sides of any conflict, and I have a strong, natural, instinctive desire to balance things. I am Libra on the Zodiac wheel (Oct 1). I'm trying to resolve this situation, but I can't because the other side of the scale won't weigh in.

JULY 25
I work this weekend, and it's really busy! People are talking to me, so I don't feel ignored anymore. It's strange how important acknowledgment through communication is and to see the lengths that people go to be noticed. Whether they do good or bad things, the end result they're seeking is the same: pay attention to me!

JULY 26
I'm on vacation and smarter this week. I won't stay inside too much, so I won't go as crazy as I did last week. I decide to go for a late-night drive and end up at Wildwood Lake. I walk to my favorite spot by the shore. It's peaceful here. I enjoy the beauty of the scene, but I also watch for UFOs. Nothing shows up tonight. Of course, nothing showing up doesn't mean that there is nothing there. I wish I could see into the higher vibratory levels.

JULY 27
I was in Muskoka at Oscar Magosci's lot this time last year, being devoured by black flies during the day and mosquitoes during the night. I have no desire to go back this year and serve myself up on a platter to the local insect population again. I'll wait until the fall when the weather is cooler, and the bugs are dead.

Instead, I spend the 35th anniversary of Oscar's odyssey in Stratford. I find his book, MY SPACE ODYSSEY IN UFOS, and settle down to read it...again.

On July 27,1975, Oscar heeded Quentin's advice (given to him months earlier at a Psychic Fair in Toronto) about possible UFO activity in the Muskoka region and returned to his lot in that area. His first night's vigil by the campfire was uneventful.

JULY 28
Since 2002 (the year he died), I read Oscar's book during these days in July. It seems fitting to do so...to remember and honor him. He was a courageous man.

The next day, July 28, a strong conviction about an impending UFO encounter came over Oscar. "I knew they were on their way to transit into this dimension, and sometime that night I'd be visited by a UFO. There wasn't even a pulsating glow in my mind, yet I knew they were coming and that there was only a few more hours left before actual show-up time."

The hydro fails in my apartment as a thunderstorm unleashes torrential rain and hail. I look at the clock to note what time the storm hit: 3:45 p.m. That time keeps showing up. I wonder why.

JULY 29
I walk down the block to a small park, nestled among the apartment buildings and houses. It's 0130, and no one is here - except me. I sit and watch the sky, enjoying the stars and searching for UFOs. The night is cool and fresh, much better than my hot, stuffy apartment.

Just past midnight on July 29, Oscar perceived the approach pattern of a blinking orange light on a descending, zig-zag course toward him. "And there it was! What a dramatic moment! Not more than about sixty feet from me, a real flying saucer was hovering in the air just a few feet above the ground."

Nothing more for this month.

Journey to the Edge of the Universe

2010-07-08T19:47:00.000-07:00

FORTY FAVORITE FASCINATING FACTS FILE

2010-07-07T21:44:00.000-07:00

(Try saying this fast five times!)

A diamond is the hardest natural substance on earth, but if it is placed in an oven and the temperature is raised to about 763 degrees Celsius (1405 degrees Fahrenheit), it will simply vanish, without even ash remaining. Only a little carbon dioxide will have been released.
Can’t remember if an egg is fresh or hard boiled? Just spin the egg. If it wobbles, it’s raw. If it spins easily, it’s hard boiled. A fresh egg will sink in water, a stale one will float.
Beetles taste like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms like fried bacon.
"Almost" is the longest word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.
Coca-Cola would be green if coloring weren’t added to it.
Honey is the only food that does not spoil. Honey found in the tombs of Egyptian pharaohs has been tasted by archaeologists and found edible.
The average lead pencil will draw a line 35 miles long or write approximately 50,000 English words.
Your heart beats over 100,000 times a day!
Some worms will eat themselves if they can't find any food!
Your ribs move about 5 million times a year, every time you breathe!
Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different!
Right handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.
Human thigh bones are stronger than concrete.
One out of 20 people have an extra rib.
The Great Pyramids used to be as white as snow because they were encased in a bright limestone that has worn off over the years.
Orcas (killer whales), when traveling in groups, breathe in unison.
There are more than 2,400 flea species in the world.
Scallops have approximately 100 eyes around the edge of its shell.
The fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth is called Arachibutyrophobia.
The hydra, which is related to the jellyfish, can grow its body back in a couple of days if it is cut in half.
It costs about 3 cents to make a $1 bill in the United States.
The deepest mine in the world is the East Rand mine, which goes to a depth of about 3,585 meters.
Colgate faced a big obstacle marketing toothpaste in Spanish speaking countries. Colgate translates into the command "go hang yourself."
One-third pound stalk of broccoli contains more vitamin C than 204 apples.
Herbert Hoover, who was the 31st president of the United Stated, turned over all the Federal salary checks he received to charity during the 47 years he was in government.
Macadamia nuts are not sold in their shells because it takes 300 pounds per square inch of pressure to break the shell.
In 1631, two London bible printers accidentally left the word "not" out of the seventh commandment, which then read, "Thou shalt commit adultery." This legendary book is now known as the "Wicked Bible."
The human body makes anywhere from 1 to 3 pints of saliva every 24 hours.
One of the most dangerous insects is the common housefly. They carry and transmit more diseases than any other animal in the world.
The average iceberg weighs 20,000,000 tons.
A leech has 32 brains.
The highest bridge in the world is located in the Himalyan mountains. It was built by the Indian Army, in 1982, and is about 5,600 metres above sea level.
Thomas Edison designed a helicopter that would work with gunpowder. It ended up blowing up and also blew up his factory.
Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.
One million cloud droplets are needed to make enough water to produce one raindrop.
Charlie Chaplin once lost a contest for a Charlie Chaplin look a like.
Leonardo Da Vinci never signed or dated his most famous painting, the Mona Lisa.
Rice flour was used to strengthen some of the bricks that make up the Great Wall of China.
More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes.
The dragonfly has not changed over the last 300 million years.
Taken from various Amazing Facts websites under Fair Use Clause.

MONTH OF JUNE 2010

2010-06-01T05:48:00.000-07:00

TO UNDERSTAND JUNE, PLEASE READ MAY FIRST.

JUNE 1
I turn my attention to ODYSSEY and the other goals I want to accomplish before the end of this year. I trust the intelligence of God's Divine Plan. If he and I are meant to be together in the future, it will manifest. I will never stop loving him, but I have to get back to normal functioning.

JUNE 2
Maybe the situation that caused our break-up was instigated by The Divine Plan itself. I wasn't getting anything done with ODYSSEY or my other projects. I spent all my time thinking of and messaging him. Maybe he had to leave to enable me to become productive again. ODYSSEY has to be made into a movie, and I have to get it there. When the time is right, maybe he will come back to me. I know...that's a lot of "maybe's."

JUNE 3
I'm now a friend to the man I love, and that's heartbreaking enough. He refuses to talk to me. I don't know what I've done wrong. And, I'm still being told to "Wait for him." Can it get any crazier? Probably. All I can do is wait and see what happens. (A correction about "...I've done wrong." No, I haven't, and neither has he. I don't believe in "wrong." Everything is exactly the way it should be right now for whatever is planned for us in the future.)

JUNE 4
I'm back to work on ODYSSEY...with such a long 'to do' list! The past few weeks have been a blur. I haven't thought much of anything else, except him. Now, I have to readjust my thinking and try to get on track again. I have the next seven days off. Lots of time to progress ODYSSEY further toward production.

JUNE 5
Being in love and losing him has affected my appetite...in a good way! I got back into my tight jeans today. I can't sit down in them yet, but I'm working on it. Fire up the treadmill! Time to get the sweat running.

I have a unique mind. It creates systems and formulas. I have stayed awake, on more than one night, drawing diagrams and scribbling notes about some obscure idea that I picked up from a creative thought stream. I'm also logical, analytical, and methodical, and I can get things done...but when I want to procrastinate, nothing stands in my way! I'm doing that now. I'm trying to focus on ODYSSEY, but my mind is flitting around and refusing to alight on the screenplay's marketing.

Timing is so important. I know ODYSSEY will go to production with Steven Spielberg as director. I have to wait until the time and situation is right. I may procrastinate doing something for days or weeks then I work for hours to get it done and sent to make the right connections. I know I'm going with 'the flow' when this happens. I have faith it will all work out.

JUNE 6
My sons want me to fill in a profile on e-Harmony. I would be a tough case for an online dating website. I want a very special man: one who isn’t deterred by danger, enjoys adventure and excitement, has an open and brilliant mind that can think ‘outside the box’ and connect to the creative thought stream, possesses a loving and loyal heart, and has the courage and willingness to step off this world with me. I thought I had found him. My sons' requests are falling on deaf ears.

JUNE 7
I message him and say I'm sorry, but he doesn't acknowledge it. I don't even know what I'm apologizing for since I have no idea what I've done. It hurts me so much when he doesn't reply.

JUNE 8
Eight is my lucky number. This might be the start of a series of events that will take ODYSSEY finally to Steven Spielberg. I do feel guided.

I can sit down in my tight jeans now! I went to the doctor today, and I've shed a total of 25 lbs. It's all come off within the last couple of months. I still don't have much of an appetite, so I will probably slim down even more. I'm also back to working out and toning up at GOODLIFE. I'm not as motivated as I was when he was in my life, but it's still a healthy thing to do.

The length of my workouts at GOODLIFE are increasing, and I can tell that I'm getting into shape. I'm not wearing large, loose tops anymore. I'm clad in a black tank top and sleek black exercise pants...and proud of it! I'm getting stronger and going faster and longer on the cardio machines.

JUNE 9
My first thought when I wake up is how much I miss him. My second thought is a question: What do I need to do today to get ODYSSEY to Steven Spielberg? The answer is: Call Creative Artists Agency in L.A. and follow their advice.

I call C.A.A. and speak to a man who tells me that the agency works only on
referrals. I need to have someone who works for C.A.A. or someone who is represented by them to refer me. A meeting would then be set up to discuss my screenplay.

As soon as I receive this advice, I post a status update on Facebook: "I would like to hear from actors who are represented by Creative Artists Agency in L.A. Thank you. Pat" I have a lot of actors as friends, and I'm sure a few of them will have C.A.A. as their agency.

JUNE 10
I always listen to the song that is playing when the radio music alarm sounds in the morning. It is Hedley's new song, Perfect. I focus on its words to see if there's a message to me. Most of the songs, over the last few days, have been significant for what is happening in my broken relationship with him.

In answer to my question: "What do I need to do today to get ODYSSEY to Steven Spielberg?" nothing comes into my mind, so I surmise that I'm to continue with what I started yesterday...the search for a client of C.A.A. to get a referral. I'll leave it as my status. I have the feeling to do lots of friend-questing as well.

JUNE 11
Today's wake-up-to song at 0815 is Daniel Powter's You Had a Bad Day. I listen to the lyrics and marvel at the 'by chance' selections so far.

The answer to my ODYSSEY to Spielberg question is pray. Odd answer. I figure that it's telling me to pray for some connection to happen by putting my mind and energy into a pure potential mix that is presently manifesting. I connect. ( My mind is anywhere I put it, so my thought of Spielberg is with Spielberg at the moment I think it and as long as I keep it there.) I pray that he becomes aware of ODYSSEY soon.

JUNE 12
Today's wake-up-to song at 0515 is Phil Collin's Everything that I am. When I get home from work, I play around with the video camera on my computer. I want to record a welcome message for my Facebook page. I think I could make a half- decent one. It would give my page a personal touch.

JUNE 13
Today's wake-up-to song at 0515 is Mr. Mister's Take These Broken Wings. I swear that I'm not making these up! Every one of the songs over the last four days have been playing when my clock radio alarm goes off. I will continue sharing these songs with Facebook until I'm told to stop.

JUNE 14
I wake up to the hosts talking on the radio so there's no 'wake-up-to' song for today. The next song that plays is Michael Buble's Lost, but I can't share it on Facebook because it wasn't playing when the radio came on.

Just before noon, I'm buffeted by energy waves, enough to make me cave in and crumple to the floor. I keep asking, "What's happening?" but I don't know where it's coming from, so I get on Facebook and ask the same question there. The energetic assault subsides, and I'm left wondering what just occurred.

My son comes over. He's shocked at how much slimmer I am and tells me that I look "really good!" It pleases me and makes me sad at the same time. The man whom I started doing this for is gone. I go to GOODLIFE anyway. As I do cardio, I notice a difference in my mind and personality. Is it a result of the earlier energy wave incident?

JUNE 15
Today's wake-up-to song is Huey Lewis and The News, The Heart of Rock & Roll. It's the first song that doesn't have any lyrics about a break-up...a good sign?

I have dinner at Rene's Bistro. It's a very popular Bistro in Stratford, owned by my son, Rene, and his girlfriend, Margaret. The food is excellent, but the company at my table is sadly lacking. I miss him.

I work out at GOODLIFE. I love going late at night, because I am usually the only one in the woman's private upstairs gym. I also work out at home. A rebounder is my favorite mode of exercise, but I use all of their cardio machines. I have to get stronger and toned up as soon as possible. The change in my personality occurs again, and I take note of it.

JUNE 16
I forgot to set my alarm last night. When I turn on my radio this morning at 0837, Chris Daughtry's Life After You is playing. I didn't really wake up to it, so I don't think I should count it. I record it here, but I don't share the video on Facebook.

I'm feeling discouraged today. I go on Facebook and see this status posted in the News Reel:

If you want something; go after it. Go after it with passion and commitment. Make sure that you do not harm anyone; but, pursue your dream with a vengeance. Do not expect help; but accept help if it is offered. Don't be selfish; share your dream and it will become bigger as it materializes. Don't expect anyone to make it happen for you; it's your dream, make it happen yourself!

The timing of this amazes me! On the day I need encouragement, it's there, in perfectly picked words, for me to read. I have to take an active role in the manifestation of my dreams. I've been 'slacking off.' I need to bring ODYSSEY to production. I've let it 'slide' for too long.

As far as mending our broken relationship, I feel it's beyond anything I can say or do. I think it's going to need help from above to heal it, so I release it - here and now - to the universe.

JUNE 17
When I wake up, I immediately know that it's time to stop sharing the first song I hear on the radio in the morning on Facebook. (I will continue to listen to the song, as I did before, for guidance, though. Today, it is Kelly Rowland's Unity.) There are so many things that have been 'sitting on the sidelines,' waiting to be done. Where do I start?

JUNE 18
I have finally relinquished control of trying to mend our relationship, and an increased amount of energy is surging through me. I return to trusting the universe (The Divine Plan, Higher Power, God) to bring what is meant to be into manifestation. I have so much to do! Why couldn't all this inspired realization have happened seven days ago? I had the free time then.

JUNE 19
I didn't know I had lost my mind, so it was a strange feeling when I regained it. I'm an intelligent woman. Yet, my intellect was feeble throughout the month of May and part of June. All I could think of was him. I wasn't able to mentally function. Now, I can. I'm still in love with him, but I hold that in my heart, not in my head anymore. I will keep it there until I see what the universe manifests.

JUNE 20
I can't lie completely still for any length of time, not even five minutes. If I do, I shift. Some portion of my body (usually my hands) will begin to move before then - and not under my own control - in an effort to stop the shift. It's bizarre to feel myself moving without any conscientious effort on my part. I'm not able to stay still long enough to find out what happens if I stay still long enough. One of these days, though, I'll figure out a way to do it...and remain conscious.

"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!" I don't know how many people read my blog, but I appreciate every one of you. And, if you're a father, this is your special day to be appreciated. Enjoy it! You deserve it!

JUNE 21
I've been experiencing personality changes lately. They have occurred mostly when I'm driving. I become hyper-focused and highly efficient. (It happens when I'm driving alone, not when I have someone to talk to who keeps me on an interactive level.) It doesn't impede my driving ability; in fact, it improves it. I drive faster and with greater skill. I feel my personality and thought processes alter while working out at GOODLIFE as well.

JUNE 22
Have you ever run into someone you should have known by sight, and you didn't recognize them...until it dawns on you, long afterward, who they were? The timing was off. Your mind was preoccupied with other things and didn't make or feel the connection. Life has such a tragic sense of irony sometimes.

JUNE 23
I know that some of my blog subjects have been strange. Before I write the daily entry, I ask for guidance. I sit back, close my eyes, and open my mind. What comes in, ends up on my blog...usually. Sometimes, I just fall asleep.

JUNE 24
Here's a question to ponder: if everything you wanted was offered to you right now, but you knew it wasn't what you were supposed to have or do in your life, would you take it? Would you be able to take it?

JUNE 25
Michael Jackson died one year ago today. The radio is playing M.J. songs and honoring his many accomplishments while on this earth. He was a truly great talent and a loving, tender soul! He changed the world into a better place. Rest in peace, Michael.

JUNE 26
The G-20 in Toronto erupts into violent demonstrations. Being American, I refrain from taking part in Canadian protests. That doesn't mean I'm weak. On the contrary, I can take care of myself when the need arises. I fought to survive in the past, and I won't hesitate to do it again in the future.

JUNE 27
I smell a "Problem-Reaction-Solution" odor to the "allowed" destructive demonstrations by the masked cowards in Toronto. (I wonder how bold they would be if they couldn't hide their faces.) The G-20 organizers have to justify the money spent on security in some way...don't they? What would the public say if nothing happened? Of course, if they really had security in the first place, there wouldn't have been burning police cruisers or smashed store front windows.

I watch the late-night news. The police were indiscriminate in their arrests today. Protesters and innocent bystanders were hauled away and thrown into a 'holding' center. Since I plan on attending a major protest in Toronto (in a passive mode only), I might have to wear a T-shirt that reads: I'M LOST AND JUST WANDERING AROUND. DON'T ARREST ME; or, how about: I'M AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER. THE PROTESTER YOU WANT IS OVER THERE (with pointing finger), or, even better: I'M A CIVIL RIGHTS OBSERVER. I feel and see energy. I want to experience the energy generated by a mass demonstration 'up close and personal.'

JUNE 28
There's no greater thrill to some people than to know that they are living in a situation where they could die at any second, and the dividing line between life and death is easily crossed by a whim of fate. It's the "what if?" that makes their life so present...in the moment...NOW! That's why I created S.I.T. Three rules, four questions, five days, and the goal is to survive it. I might even make up a button: I WENT ON A S.I.T. AND LIVED TO BOAST ABOUT IT.

JUNE 29
I have written some outlandish-sounding things in this blog. I assure you, they are all true. I consider my ODYSSEY blog in the same context as a diary, and I never lie in a diary. (What's the point of having one if I don’t write the truth in it?) I also pride myself in speaking and writing the truth in my everyday life.

Ask me a question. I’ll tell you the truth. I also have the right to say, “No comment” to a question. I keep my promises of confidentiality to others.

Can you trust my answer? I have family members and friends who say, "Yes!" and vouch for my integrity, honesty, and trustworthiness.

JUNE 30
I write to him often, but I don’t send them. (What’s the use? He won’t reply.) I want to ask him, "Do you feel it?” I wake up in the morning, and he’s in my mind. He stays there all day and he doesn't fade until I fall asleep at night. This is not just me thinking about him. I can't keep the same thought in my mind for over 15 hours! I need to know if he feels this connection, too.

THE WORLD AND LIFE - ACCORDING TO PAT

2010-05-20T08:17:00.000-07:00

Within each of us, there is a spirit
that walks the solitary sands of a desert isle.
***
Life is a tapestry of learning experiences and we all weave a thread.
***
Time has neither beginning nor ending,
Only a constant flow,
Where I have been,
Where I will be,
I have watched myself go.
***
The present is only a heartbeat long.
The past and future are but back-to-back bed fellows.

High Flight

2010-05-18T07:36:00.000-07:00

MONTH OF MAY 2010

2010-05-18T07:04:00.000-07:00

MAY 1 - MAY 13
I am lost in a star-filled haze and don't remember much, except floating through these days. All I can think about is him. He's an extraordinary man! He is every thing I have ever wished, dreamed, and desired from the universe. I have never felt so good, so positive, and so alive! Ahhh...I am in love!

MAY 14
My life goes terribly wrong today. I lose the love of my life because of a stupid, unintentional mistake.

MAY 15
Even though I am hurting inside, a gentle voice in my mind is saying, "All is right. Wait for him." And I do. He comes back to me for a brief time.

MAY 16
He is going through so much trauma right now. I ache with him. I long to hold him. I come home from work to heartbreak.

MAY 17
Nothing helps. He is gone.

MAY 18
I never even had a chance to meet him. I saw his picture on Facebook, and something 'clicked' in my mind. We started writing to each other. Our souls connected. It was meant that our lives touch, even though we never did. I marvel at what and how God gifts us and then takes away, leaving us to wonder why.

MAY 19
He no longer trusts me...and that hurts so deeply! I defended my integrity, but it wasn't enough. He didn't believe me. He couldn't believe me...the trust was gone.

I try to write goodbye to him here, but I can't. That is one thing I was told never to do. If God's Divine Plan is for us to be together in the future and it somehow manifests, I will be in 'shock and awe.'

MAY 20
I'm easing back into life - moving on - one NOW moment at a time. The present is a gift. I hold onto it with a tighter grip than before.

MAY 21
The only good thing about being in love and losing him is that it's been great for my diet. I haven't been eating much lately, so the pounds are falling off. I also haven't been feeling very well...I guess that's why they call it being 'love sick.'

I look around at the condition of my apartment. I have badly neglected it. I spent almost every day, sitting at my computer, writing to him. (I'm sure you're wondering why I don't put a name to him. It's private. That's the way it should be, and that's the way it will remain.)

MAY 22
Today, I think a lot about trust. What does it mean to me? Trust is knowing that I am talking to a genuine person...someone who has no hidden agenda. When I ask a question, it is answered with only the truth. When I tell a secret, I know it will never be told to anyone else. When I open myself and become vulnerable, that person will never take advantage of it and hurt me. All of this was in our relationship...until the mistake. What is a mistake? It is: "to misunderstand; an unintentional error." And because of a misunderstanding of my unintentional error, all we had was suddenly gone.

MAY 23
I am in 'shock and awe.' God healed our wounds with an angelic touch, and two hearts are beating together again. I am humbled by the magnificent intelligence of His Divine Plan.

MAY 24 - MAY 30
I have been 'on top of the world' emotionally for most of these days, but on May 30, he stopped writing to me. I don't know why. I don't know what I said or did. The only thing I can do is give it back to God and His Divine Plan to mend. I can't fix it when I don't know how it has been broken. I know everything happens for a reason. He has to go through this, and so do I.

MAY 31
He is gone...again. I don't understand why or what happened. I am heartbroken. The pain is incredible! I love him so much.

Is he doing this because he feels that I would be better off without him? All he has to do is connect to my heart to know the answer. I will never be better without him - he completes me. "One soul in two bodies...."

A gentle voice in my mind is saying, "All is right. Wait for him." And I do. Always.

AMAZING LANDING

2010-05-18T06:59:00.000-07:00

'Star Wars (John Williams Is The Man)' medley - Corey Vidal and Moosebut...

2010-05-05T21:45:00.000-07:00

IN MEMORY OF TWO GREAT TV SHOWS

2010-04-27T18:29:00.000-07:00

MAN-IN-BLACK INCIDENT

2010-04-06T19:41:00.000-07:00

On April 25, 1978, I was scheduled to appear on the Jaycees Talk Show on CJCS Radio at 6:30 p.m. I was busy in the afternoon in my den, compiling the information that I wanted to touch upon during the show. The time was between 2:30 and 3:00 p.m. when there was a knock on my front door. I opened it and immediately stepped back in shock.

A classic Man-in-Black stood before me. He was slightly shorter than I was - around 5' 6" - and he was slightly bent over, which made him seem even smaller. His complexion was a darker color then my own - being closer to an olive hue. His cheeks were so sunken in that they looked like they were pinned together on the inside of his mouth. He had high cheekbones and a very sharp, angular face. His eyes were the most prominent feature, being larger than normal and slightly slanted - not Oriental looking, though - more outward, almost a wrap-around effect. The man's face had a sinister expression, and his eyes enhanced it. His complexion wasn't smooth. It appeared to be pitted and rough. His mouth was thin and drawn. His nose appeared small and straight. His hair was black and very short, as if it was just growing back in again.

He wore a black turtleneck and black slacks, although his pants seemed to have a faint sheen to them, making them appear lighter than the turtleneck in color. His shoes looked like a dark brown and were shined. He was a very thin man, and his clothes hung oddly on his body.

He was holding a picture album in his left hand and, after a moment of just standing there staring at me, he reached over with his right hand and opened the book. I glanced down and saw a picture of a young boy posed attractively and one of a woman and child. At the same time, the man started to speak, and his manner of speech shocked me as well. His words were mispronounced and formed difficulty, his mouth moving very slowly and carefully working out each word. Even with his great effort to speak, the quality of his speech was extremely poor. He spoke very softly, and I didn't catch all that he said, but what I did hear was to the effect of: "Do you want a picture taken of yourself or your children? We have a mobile in the area."

It took me a few seconds to decode his sentences. When a person speaks, there are natural pauses and inflections to the words that help the listener understand the message. This was missing in his speech. The words all ran together and many were broken up. My mind had to unscramble it in my head and put in the missing pauses and reconnect words. It was a strange feeling to reconstruct his sentence. Only when I accomplished this did the message make sense to me.

My reply was simply, "No, I have enough pictures." The man stood for another long moment, staring at me. He suddenly turned and ran out the door. I was stunned and numbly closed the door then realized that I should be watching him to see where he goes, so I quickly opened the door again - only about 30 or 40 seconds had passed. My house was not located on the end of a street, so he should have been still in sight. He was gone! At no time, during this encounter, did I see any vehicle behind him on the street. He should not have disappeared so fast.

He never threatened me nor warned me to stop any particular research. That evening, I went to the radio station and was the guest on the talk show. All the calls in were clear, except for one from an investigator in my group (name withheld by request). I'll call her Anne. Her call was filled with a sudden static on the line, badly broken up, and barely audible. The calls proceeding and following hers were fine.

After I got home, I called Anne and told her about the breaking up of her call on air and also about the strange man who had come to my door (I made no mention that I felt he was a Man-in-Black.) There was a long silence on her end of the line then she blurted out, "He was here, too!"

Anne told me that, about a week previous, this same man had come to her door, asking if she would like some pictures taken of her family. Since Anne is an older woman and her children are all grown and gone, she decided to have a picture taken of her champion dog to give to her husband on his birthday.

Arrangements were made and a couple of days later a large, black van pulled into her yard. Anne said there were no markings at all on the sides, displaying the name of the photography business. Both men were dressed in black suits. They came to her door and demanded that she bring the dog into the van, instead of them going into her house. She described the one man (the taller of the two) as being the same one who came to my door, and the other one was slightly shorter and stockier. The shorter man seemed to be having trouble breathing. At first, Anne thought that the man was asthmatic, because he was panting instead of breathing normally. One man asked her what time it was and appeared to be agitated that it was taking her so long to bring her dog to the van. She had the impression that she was holding them up from getting to another appointment.

Anne had a very difficult time getting her dog into the van. It would whine and cower, and she had to drag it. At no time did either of the men offer to help her. Once inside, the two men set up their equipment and took the dog's picture. Anne didn't elaborate on what the inside of the van looked like or what equipment they had in it, or even what transpired while she was there. She stated simply that they took her dog's picture and she left. She was very vague and resistant to my further inquiries. Soon after that, Anne quit my UFO research group, without any explanation. I didn't hear from her again.

C.U.F.O.R.N. (Canadian UFO Research Network) investigated this incident as a possible Man-in-Black event. Anne was never available to them for questioning. She avoided me and them completely. The studio that the men claimed to work for was called, and the investigators found out that the studio had stopped taking pictures by mobile vans and no one fitting my description worked for them. They had no knowledge at all that someone was going around posing as a photographer for their studio, and the manager was very upset at the thought.

It was discovered during the investigation that my next door neighbor had also had this Man-in-Black come to her door on the day he came to mine. He was wearing dark sunglasses and actually handed her the photo album. She opened it to look at all the pictures but found only two photos in the whole book. During this time, the man just stood and stared at her, and when she handed the book back in confusion, he asked her if she wanted any pictures taken. It's apparent that he must have gone to her house by mistake. He came to mine next and had removed his sun glasses.

I remember that my first thought when I saw him was one of revulsion. He had a truly sinister appearance to him. I reacted as if I had been threatened by his presence. At the same moment, I thought "MIB!" but kept trying to dismiss this thought from my mind throughout the encounter. I was certain that he had come due to my scheduled appearance on a talk show that evening.

This was my first Man-in-Black encounter, and I will never forget it! There have been other incidents which I will write about in the future.

CHARACTERISTICS OF A MAN-IN-BLACK

Here's what to look for if you've noticed a mysterious figure, in your vicinity, watching you, either from a black car or from the shadows:

SKIN COLOR: M.I.B. have been described as olive hued at one extreme and pasty white at the other and every color in between.

HAIR: The hair has been reported as being extremely short, giving the witness the impression that its head had been shaven recently with a new crop of hair just growing back in.

EYES: The eyes are very unusual. Some are described as Oriental; while others are compared to Mongoloid eyes. There may also be a wrap-around effect to them.

EARS: Sometimes pointed or mis-shaped ears have been reported, but this feature is not very common. Usually, normal ears are observed.

MOUTH: A M.I.B.'s mouth is usually small and straight with minimal lips.

HANDS: The fingers are unusually long and tapering. Many times, an M.I.B. will approach the witness with its arms crossed and its hands tucked under its arm-
pits, thereby hiding them from view. This behavior suggests that there might be something notable about their hands and they are trying to prevent the witness from seeing what it is, because it might provide a trait that will enable M.I.B.'s to be identified in a crowd.

CLOTHES: Almost all have worn black - hence the name "Man-in-Black." They have been observed sporting black topcoats, ill-fitting black suits that are out of fashion with the times, black turtlenecks, black slacks and even carrying black briefcases. Some have lightened their wardrobe to brown and even grey.

SHOES: The shoes of an M.I.B. might have very thick soles (usually an inch or so) which seem to serve as an insulation from the planet's influence.

SPEECH: There have been cases where a M.I.B. talks in a low, halting voice, which people mistake for a speech impediment. A loud, peculiar laugh, which sounds more like a cackle, has been noted. M.I.B. can also possess an odd accent that can't be placed and may use outmoded slang expressions. Mechanical monotones and an inhuman voice have also been reported.

BREATHING: The breathing of a M.I.B. is quite different than normal. Some witnesses describe it as being short winded; others claim that it sounds like an asthmatic gasping for air. Panting is common. Sometimes a M.I.B. will ask for a glass of water then take a pill that helps its respiration.

PREOCCUPATION WITH TIME: Many witnesses have reported that the M.I.B. seemed overly concerned about the passage of time and asked, on more than one occasion, what time it was. Possibly, it only has a limited period of safe operation on our planet, so visits must be brief.

DISGUISES: A M.I.B. can show up at the witness's door wearing an Air Force uniform and using the name of an existing officer at a nearby base, but usually changing the rank. NORAD, CIA, FBI have all been used by a M.I.B. sporting normal attire and identification.

A word of warning: If the man at your door checks out on all the previous descriptions here, don't believe any credential that is produced. False I.D. is the easiest thing in the world to get if you know the right people in the right places.

TOBERMORY TEASERS

2010-04-05T20:12:00.001-07:00

On August 29, 1980, I decided to drive up to Tobermory. Reports of balls of light being observed over Lake Huron near Cape Hurd intrigued me enough to pack the van and 'hit the road' with the intention of checking it out.

Once I reached Cape Hurd, I searched for a viewing area. I drove down dirt roads in the general direction of Lake Huron, pulling off in various laneways, hoping that one of them would open up to a public beach where I could view, but I ended up at private cottages. Finally, I found a suitable place where I could park my van.

Now that I had a viewing area, I went into Tobermory to a local restaurant. As I waited for my food, I saw two young men enter. Both appeared to be in their early twenties. One had blond hair and large sensitive eyes. The other man was thin-faced and black-haired. They were completely human looking, but I felt a strange, psychic 'stirring' when I saw them. Seating themselves at a nearby table, they ordered something to eat.

I kept peeking over at them during my meal; each time, they met my gaze with knowing looks. I eventually began to feel a little silly about the whole affair and decided to ignore them. I paid and left without any further acknowledgment of their presence.

I walked to the OPP station nearby and spent a few minutes talking to the officer-on-duty about any reports of strange aerial phenomena observed in the area over the years.

Twilight was fast approaching. Grimacing at the thought of spending the night at a lonely campsite with no 'munchies' on hand, I stopped at a small variety store to stock up on treats.

No sooner had I made my purchase when the same two men I had seen at the restaurant walked in and surveyed the merchandise, frequently peering in my direction. Once again, I experienced a psychic connection, which surfaced as confusion and an ill-at-ease feeling.

I decided to leave. I went to a grocery store next door to pick up a couple of food items. Being short on money, I had been living on sandwiches - my only wild, financial extravagance was supper at the restaurant - so I felt I needed to 'round out' my diet. Browsing in the pudding and pastry aisle (old desires die hard), I noticed that the two men were literally following in my footsteps.

I hurried to the checkout and filed through, keeping a wary eye on them. They stood off to the side, waiting for me to pay and leave. My van was parked right outside, so I climbed in and watched intently to see what would happen next.

Both men seemed concerned by my focused attention on them. They kept glancing at me while the cashier rang up their purchases. When they stepped out the door, the blond-haired man said, "Let's go back in here," and they disappeared into the variety store again.

I decided to wait until they came out. I was determined to find out which car in the parking lot belonged to them. I suspected, on a deeper level, that they didn't have any transportation - at least, nothing that we use on this world. I settled in, unwilling to budge.

A sudden thought surfaced in my mind, It's late. I better go to the viewing area before it gets dark.

I immediately started the van and drove away. I was halfway to the viewing area before I remembered why I had been sitting there and about my resolve to wait for the two strangers to reappear. I puzzled over the inexplicable change of mind and forgetfulness that I had so quickly and powerfully experienced. I was certain that the thought hadn't been my own. I knew there was no use going back - they would be gone.

I pulled off the road onto a rough-hewed lane which led to a small wedge of land next to the lake. It was barely light enough for me to study the landscape. I stepped out of the van and surveyed the scene: backed by forest, I faced the shore, separated from it by a narrow bush-dotted, rock-strewn strip. A small patch of black and gray tinged clouds roiled against the light of the moon, but, with the turn of my head, I saw clear night sky and brilliant stars beginning to show on all sides. My gaze returned to the clouds. I had never seen clouds move in such a 'boiling' manner before.

I reached for my flashlight. Sweeping the murky area, I searched for the shortest and safest route to the lake. Just as I decided to take what looked like a fairly easy pathway across the rocky divide, I suddenly lowered the flashlight, turned, and climbed back into the van. I looked at the clock: 9:30 p.m.

As I sat on the van's bed, wondering why I had so abruptly changed my mind about going to the shore, a few raindrops spattered the windshield. Of course! I told myself. That's why I came back inside. It's going to rain. I'll sit here and wait until it stops. (For some reason, I had forgotten about the clear, starry, night sky. The only clouds present were the oddly-behaving ones in front of the moon.) I switched off the flashlight and sat in the dark, listening to the surging heartbeats of Lake Huron, each wave-pulse breaking on the shore with a throbbing rumble.

I slowly sat up. (I didn't recall lying down.) Grabbing the flashlight, I shone it at the clock: 4:00 a.m. I gasped then groaned. Damn! I cursed silently. I must have fallen asleep! The night is almost over, and I haven't done any viewing!

"It's not dawn yet,"I added aloud.

I resolved to spend the hours before sunrise viewing over the lake. Stepping out of the van, I noticed that the ground didn't look wet from the rain. Odd. I was sure it had rained.

I took only a couple of steps toward the lake before I came to a sudden halt. I wanted to go to the shoreline, but something was stopping me. I kept hearing in my mind, Leave - right now! Shaking my head, I tried to dismiss the thought, but it was too strong and urgent to be ignored. I found myself scrambling back into the van, starting the motor, and racing away from the area. I felt like I was in danger.

As I headed home, I fought such intense drowsiness that I had to finally pull into a parking lot in Goderich and sleep for awhile to be able to safely continue driving. It didn't make sense. If I had fallen asleep at 9:30 the previous night and slept until 4:00 in the morning, I would have had six and a half hours sleep. The tiredness I experienced was equal to being awake all night.

A PRAYER TO THE 'GODS'

2010-04-02T09:08:00.000-07:00

You've touched a light and starry breast
And stilled the heart within to rest;
Then heard the Universal bars
Through rhythm of the endless stars.

You've ebbed and swelled in golden glow
Where planets and the stars all flow;
Then weaved a lace of brilliant spheres
That dropped to Earth like cosmic tears.

You've walked upon some unknown shore
And braved the jungles to explore;
Then watched the pulsing, changing seas
For signs of struggling humanities.

You've listened and through ages heard
The crying in our spoken word;
Like babes who first learn to stand
And need the help of someone's hand.

You've watched us rising upward
And saw us reaching outward;
Then, all at once, you understood
And knew our need for brotherhood.

To you, we send our silent plea
From all on Earth, "We must be free!"
End now our long sojourn here
And return us to the stars, so near.

Make us, once more, starry vagabond
Who sail to distant worlds and then beyond;
And show us that our spirits can traverse
Through every mystic realm of this Universe.

Forgive us for all the wrongs we've done
And love us as a father loves his son;
Then protect us, for we shall not roam
At last we know - we are finally home.

by Patricia Hayes

MONTH OF APRIL 2010

2010-04-01T08:55:00.001-07:00

APRIL 1
(Unclassified material. Use it as you please.)
"We regret the delay in answering you. It's very difficult to find time for letter writing in the midst of present global turmoil. Please do not expect much from us in way of correspondence. Besides, just recently, the Opposition managed to temporarily disrupt our internal mail system." Jan 1/1982

"Yes, the possibility itself and contingency plans have been considered to use S.U.F.O.R.T. as a future rescue/pick-up center. It seems you are not totally blocked in your memory recall." Jan 1/1982

APRIL 2
S.U.F.O.R.T. (Stratford U.F.O. Research Team) disbanded many years ago, and I have no idea what their contingency plans are now. (I bet you thought it was an April Fool's joke!) In the 1980's, Oscar told me about this Internal Mail System, and I sent quite a few questions through it. You will see the answers to some of them attached to various blog posts. I don't have the ability to send questions anymore - that ended when Oscar died.

APRIL 3
On June 13, 1987, a woman (L.H.) from Naples, Florida, who claimed to be a contactee/abductee, wrote a letter to me:

"I received an astral-like communication from contacts beyond the realm of my logical understanding. I was encouraged to visit Dr. S in Wyoming. They left five items (through automatic writing) for me to check in his files, naming drawers, numbers, etc. Item number three stated: there is a number forty-five to be written within drawer top ten, drawer with the key in its box.

"Dr. S and I found the drawer, which was above a drawer with a key in its box and, strangely enough, a few days before, Dr. P, his associate, had numbered this entire drawer full of files, for a research project. File number forty-five was with Dr. P.

"Dr. S has written me since that, upon checking Dr. P's file number forty-five for this drawer of his, it contained personality inventories and questionnaire comments from yourself. Dr. S states that your file letter comments on personality items of an inventory referred specifically to item number 45!

"Strange coincidence: having Dr. P. randomly number your file 45; have the file contents refer directly to item 45; and, prior to my ever knowing what was in Dr. S's file system, have an 'astral contact' state to check 45. I wonder where this path leads."

It led to April 1, 2010. L.H. and I briefly exchanged letters about this in 1987, but nothing really came out of it...until now (23 years later). I had a feeling that I was supposed to post two excerpts from my Internal Mail System answers as my blog entry for April 1. (I wasn't very comfortable about doing that, though.) I wanted to post my poem, A Prayer to the 'Gods' first, then I would decide what I was going to put on my daily blog for the day.

I searched the top drawer of my tallest filing cabinet (I have four cabinets - a total of ten drawers between them), looking for the poem. Instead,I found the letter from L.H. I read it again and inexplicably focused on the numbers: 45 (there is a number forty-five) 10 (within drawer top ten). Put into numerology terms: 4+5+1+0 = 10 Reduced to 1. What could it mean?

I found the poem and started typing it onto my blog. I finished three lines then had a strong urge to stop. I deleted it. Why? I felt the answer was in the numbers, so I wrote them like this:

4 - month? (April)
5 -
10 - year? (/10)
1 - day? (1)

I posted the Internal Mail System excerpts on April 1/10. Then I recalled "to be written" in the contact message. Was that my "item" to be carried out? What was 5? I counted the number of posts already on the blog and found that my April 1 one was number 5. Coincidence? Maybe. Maybe not.

APRIL 4
When I'm 'on purpose' - going the right direction on my life's path - everything feels right about what I'm doing. Sometimes, though, I allow fear of the future to intrude and cause anxiety and hesitancy. I resisted posting the Internal Mail System excerpts (even though it felt right), and it took a letter from 1987 to convince me to finally do it. Once I did, I felt 'on purpose' again.

APRIL 5
The NOW fits into this somehow. I have to try again to stop my thoughts and experience the NOW. The more I want to play with it, the more convoluted my life becomes.

APRIL 6
I wake up with a strong conviction to experience the NOW. It's difficult to break the ties with the past and the future. I'm always thinking about what I have to do and what I have already done. The power to create exists only in the NOW. When you do something, it is being done in the present moment. It is in the mind where the disconnection occurs. I realize how often (even as I type this) I think of some thing or some time other than this moment.

APRIL 7
I wake up with a strong conviction to experience the NOW. What happened to my experiencing it yesterday? It dissolved into the demands of the day. I don't want that to happen today. I will make time to do it. (In those two sentences, I prove to myself that I live mentally in the past and the future.)

APRIL 8
I wake up with a strong conviction to experience the NOW. What happened to my experiencing it yesterday? It dissolved into the demands of the day. Why do I have such a resistance to mentally existing in the NOW? Am I afraid? The NOW is an existence without boundaries. I built a protective wall around myself, and I feel safe within it. I need to step out of my own self-reality to see reality. I need to disconnect to be able to connect. I need to unlearn to learn.

APRIL 9
I'm a thinker. I enjoy it! It's like having company 24 hours a day. I'm never lonely as long as I have my thoughts. To live in the NOW, I have to stop my thoughts. What will happen to me when I do that?

APRIL 10
I'm standing on the shore of Wildwood Lake (south of Stratford, Ontario), eating a candy bar. (UFO viewing and 'munchies' always go together with me.) I think back to the afternoon when I suddenly had the desire to drive out of town. I knew I had to leave at exactly 8:00 p.m. (I usually follow any inexplicable impulse in my quest to track the elusive UFO.)

I hear crackling of the underbrush as something moves in the forest behind me. I think of the coyote attacks on women over the past few weeks (one fatal), reported on the news, and wonder how much of the candy bar I should keep - just in case.

It's beautiful here: the still surface of the lake mirrors the surrounding pines in dusky splendor. I know that a saucer could be right in front of me but just 'out of phase' enough not to be visible. I'm in the right spot. This is a minor 'window' location. One resident of the area reported seeing a UFO sucking up water from the Duck Conservation Area in the past. (I'm sure a few ducks went with it.)

The Duck Conservation Area is in the opposite direction from where I'm looking right now. I consider going to the other viewing spot, but decide against it because it's deeper in the forest. I'm armed only with a flashlight and a half- eaten candy bar at the moment.

Is my timing off? (I've done that before.) I suspect that it is. I finish eating the candy bar and, without anything left to distract a hungry coyote or the wild dogs rumored to prowl in the area, I say goodbye to Wildwood tranquility and drive back to Stratford.

APRIL 11
I remember an incident that happened during one of my visits to Oscar at his apartment in Toronto. His phone rang as I was about to leave. Oscar made no attempt to pick it up, so I heard the message that was left by the caller on his answering machine. It sounded like a man. He was talking in a bizarre fashion, and I couldn't understand what he was saying. It seemed like a coded message. Oscar didn't offer any comment or explanation, and he didn't act surprised or confused by it. (Oscar had told me previously that he often received cryptic phone calls when it was time for another meeting with "the boys upstairs.") By chance, did I hear one of those calls?

APRIL 12
I've been receiving phone calls with no one answering when I say, "Hello." I normally hang up because I figure it's a business with an auto-dial feature, so I want to disconnect before a live operator comes on and tries to sell me their product.

The phone rings again today with the same result; but, this time, I feel I have to stay on the line and "listen closely" to see who has been calling me. A few hello's later, the dial tone sounds, without anyone cutting in to speak to me. After I hang up, my head feels really strange for awhile then clears.

APRIL 13
I love watching You Tube. I come across the most interesting things. Today, I watch a short feature on Telekinesis. Here's the steps I need to do to move an object with my mind:

1. Relax and clear my mind (that's my first hurdle!)
2. Visualize what I'm going to do to my target object.
3. Energetically connect myself to the object (Everything is connected anyway, so all I have to do is mentally acknowledge and believe in that connection.)
4. Take slow, deep breaths and mentally observe the object being moved by me. (I have to let my energy flow freely. The less I try, the easier it becomes.) Yoda says, "Do or do not. There is no try."

To make Telekinesis work, I must understand that I am ONE with everything. As my favorite Star Trek character would say, "Fascinating!"

APRIL 14
Are ONE and NOW connected? Help me out on this one, Spock! As a diversion, I go to a salon and get my hair cut. (Doesn't everyone when they don't want to think about something that boggles their mind?) Maybe it will clear my brain - less hair, less thoughts.

APRIL 15
I couldn't resist these 'Words of Wisdom' for today's blog entry. Thank you, Mother Teresa.

People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway.
What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good anyway.
Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.
In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.

Mother Teresa

APRIL 16
"Today is Friday." I have to keep telling myself that.

I am sitting at my computer when I experience a 'blip'. It is as if space-time 'hiccups'. I'm in the same space as I was before, but it doesn't feel like Friday anymore. Everything looks new and strange for a moment (like it does when you're away for a two-week vacation and return home) then it becomes mundane and familiar again.

I ponder the odd 'day disbelief' in my mind and this reasoning surfaces: "It can't be Friday. Too much time has passed." I keep thinking that it must be Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday. How bizarre!

APRIL 17
I find myself staring at the television or the computer monitor sometimes, as if in a trance. I don't realize what I'm doing until I suddenly shiver and 'break the spell'. I've read about how watching television causes a hypnotic trance state in the viewer, but I'm surprised at how deep I go. Was this the cause of the 'blip' I experienced yesterday? I consider it. No, I don't think so. It was different.

APRIL 18
I wake up feeling very strange. I sense that I'm 'out of sync' with my normal
life. I have to work today, so I force myself to get ready. Once I get to work, my perceptions improve enough that I can function efficiently. What's going on?

APRIL 19
I haven't any motivation today. I keep telling myself that I have to get 'this or that' done, but I don't do it. My head feels dull, and I'm listless. I have a negative attitude. What am I aware of, on a deeper level, that is influencing my thoughts, outlook, and actions?

APRIL 20
I'm wandering in circles in my apartment building's parking lot, mumbling about directions and intently searching the sky.

(Rewind a few minutes.) I arrive home from shopping and check my e-mail. Lots of messages! One is from a new Facebook friend, J. He's a pilot, and his plane is en route to Toronto today. He tells me to go outside at about 3:45, look North, and I should see his plane at 15,000 feet. Right after I read the time in his message, I look at the clock - 3:45!!

What are the chances of it being the EXACT time that is stated in his message? (I always look for strange coincidences like this. I have met people over the years, who have helped me in some way toward reaching my goals, through oddly synchronized time and place connections.) I jump up from my chair and run outside.

(Fast forward a few minutes.) I don't see his plane. I'm doing the 'Captain Jack Sparrow Dance' around the building, trying to be certain where North is and why the plane isn't there. Reluctantly, I give up and go inside. (I'm already the lady who tripped over a suitcase in her kitchen and slashed/bashed her head shortly after moving in, requiring a trip to the hospital for stitches.) I can only imagine what my neighbors are thinking now: "Drugs! I tell you! She's on drugs the way she was acting out there!"

APRIL 21
Today, I consider making a profile for myself on the e-Harmony online Dating website. I would definitely be their worst nightmare! It would be good for a laugh anyway. I tried it before. (I kept my profile, and it's around here somewhere.) When I find it, I'll post it. More to come...

APRIL 22
I bought chicken wings a few days ago. While I waited, I saw a contest entry box on the counter for a free 3-month membership to GOODLIFE. I don't normally enter every contest I see, but something urged me to do so because I would win. I just got a call from David at GOODLIFE, telling me that I am the second-place prize winner...a whole week of sweat and sore muscles awaits me! Oh, happy day!

APRIL 23
"Are you sure that I'm the second place winner?" I ask a 'bulked and ripped' employee at GOODLIFE. (I'm not acting the part of a lucky winner.) He looks confused, so I explain, "It's important to me that it was an actual win and not just a marketing ploy to get members." He assures me that it was a legitimate win. That's good enough for me. I join GOODLIFE, but I'll still get my free week first.

Coincidence plays a major role in my life, and this is just another example: I enter a contest being told I'll win, and I do. It's pointing in the direction that I have to go.

APRIL 24
I'm at GOODLIFE, and A. is orientating me on their machines. For a long time, I've had the feeling that I have to tone up and strengthen my body. "It's needed before..." keeps popping into my mind, but the sentence never completes itself. I'm not worried about that until I respond 'off-the-cuff' to one of A's comments with, "I need to be able to survive anything."

I wander around the spacious gym and find the machines that I want to use when I come back. Being a procrastinator, I contemplate, When is the best time to work out? (A good procrastinator would always say, "Later.") Eleven at night pops into my mind. All right! I silently agree, I'll do it then. I'm not sure why.

As I walk to my van, I pause and look up into the sky behind the GOODLIFE building. Again...I'm not sure why.

APRIL 25
Work in progress. I will get it written. Trust me. I think the subject of trust is perfect for this day's blog item.

APRIL 26
If you have read this far, I commend you for your courage and tenacity. Please suggest my blog to ALL your friends and ask them to suggest it to ALL their friends. I'm out to conquer the world, and I have to start somewhere.

APRIL 27
I'm standing on a treadmill, looking for the jack to plug my earphones in, so I can hear the program on the flat screen television on the wall in front of me. I can't find it! How can I write a 120-page screenplay and not be able to find a phone jack on a treadmill? I'm feeling like an idiot! I'm hoping that I don't look like one to the other women, working out nearby. It's hard to be professionally posed while fingering the control panel in a seductively probing manner. I give up and ask for help. The jack is far under the panel, so I forgive myself, plug in, and start the treadmill.

As I begin slow and build up to a quicker pace, my muscles wake up, send a "What bear are we trying to outrun?" message to my brain, then warm up. (It's from that old joke: If you and a friend are chased by a bear, you don't have to outrun the bear. You just have to outrun your friend.)

APRIL 28
I write a pitch for ODYSSEY today and send it to Jeffrey Weissman. He's an actor who has played roles in two of the Back to the Future movies. Jeffrey requested a "one sheet pitch" from me.

Here are the first three paragraphs:

How do you know I'm human? Are you certain that I was born on this planet? What would you say if I told you that, on any given day, as you travel through a major city anywhere on this world, there is a strong probability that you will pass someone who isn't human and who wasn't born on this planet? And, you would never even know it!

In 1975, a Canadian, an American, and a Russian found out, in an extraordinary way, the truth of this statement through an incredible odyssey. These three men were individually contacted by benign extraterrestrials, brought together in Tibet, and whisked away on the adventure of their lives.

Encountering many strange and bewildering sights and experiences within a higher dimensional universe, the men learn, through near-heart-stopping events, about the fury of the cosmos, the essence of God, the Opposition's terrifying and destructive effect on Earth, the host aliens' unfolding, protective plan, and themselves.

APRIL 29 - Work in progress. I will write something here (other than this) soon.

APRIL 30
Douglas Adams said, "I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by." I always remember that comical quote on April 30.

MONTH OF MARCH 2010

2010-03-15T08:34:00.000-07:00

MY DAILY BLOGS START HERE.

MARCH 15
I'm going to blog something every day. This isn't an easy task for me. I'm a private person. I can talk incessantly about subjects that I'm interested in: UFOs, aliens, conspiracies, and other fringe sciences. When it comes to talking about myself, I choose my words carefully. So, blogging every day about my life, thoughts, feelings, dreams, desires, and memories ranks right up there with undergoing a root canal.

MARCH 16
I'm sitting in front of my computer, staring at the monitor and thinking about this statement from The Peaceful Warrior: "There are no ordinary moments." It's making me wonder what is around me in the unseen world. What if I could raise my vibration enough to become phantom-like to this existence and solid to a higher one? What would I see? How long would I live? What if I am in the middle of an ocean or an eight-lane highway in the higher-vibratory existence? Thinking in this manner makes every moment extraordinary and fills me with a sense of relief that I'm anchored in my vibratory existence. It's also very distracting while I'm sitting here, trying to think of something to write for today.

MARCH 17
I'm sure there is some Irish in me. I have always dreamed of visiting Ireland, tracking down that elusive pot of gold, and making it stay elusive when I go through customs in Canada. HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

MARCH 18
My van - a.k.a. Starship - is overheating today. I figure it must be those pesky Lithium Crystals again. Scotty isn't aboard, so I take a cab to work. I plan on buying an orange, Odyssey mini van when the movie goes to production. It seems like a fitting thing to do. Do they sell Odyssey mini vans in orange?

MARCH 19
Starship is still running a temperature; but, at least, I can drive it. My van has a car mechanic's appointment next Tuesday. John at the garage says that I just have to keep looking at the gauge indicator and quickly pull over if it goes into the red. It makes driving difficult, because I'm always glancing down to see where the arrow is pointing. It's as distracting as talking on a cell phone.

MARCH 20
I did a lot of thinking about "living in the NOW" today. I'm intrigued by the concept. I would like to experience being fully in the present. (An excellent movie to watch that deals with living in the NOW is The Peaceful Warrior.) One method that I want to try, in my effort to get into the NOW, is to focus on my breathing and stop the constant chatter of my thoughts. I plan to experiment with it tomorrow. Darn!

MARCH 21
I'm home and relaxing after a busy day, and it's a good time to try to experience the NOW. Here goes... Whoa! That was interesting! I'll do it again tomorrow then write about it.

MARCH 22
I never had a chance to do the NOW experiment. I was 'out and about' all day with company in the evening. I will try again tomorrow.

MARCH 23
I didn't get to do the NOW experiment, but I did have an "ah-ha!" moment concerning something else. I will experiment more with that project instead - for now.

MARCH 24
I have a few moments today, so I close my eyes, focus on my breath, and work at quieting my thoughts. It's difficult. Just as I believe I have accomplished the feat, I think about my clear mind. "Arrrggghhhh!" Something strange happens when I do stop my thoughts, even for only a few seconds: I connect to another me. It feels like I shift inside to a different body. My mind changes as well. Hmmm. Well, shift happens.

MARCH 25
I get behind on my daily blog sometimes. Every day, I wait for something to remember, catch my attention, intrigue, puzzle, entertain, amuse,or even distress me. I jot it down on a scrap of paper, stick it in my pocket, and it becomes my blog subject. Today, it is this.

MARCH 26
There's too much sunlight in my apartment. I'm a night person. I like staying in the shade on hot summer days and walking on warm, sultry nights. My windows are covered all the time. I live in a basement apartment, and I'm always paranoid that people are looking in. "Make it a little darker, Igor!"

MARCH 27
Starship is back to normal. The auto mechanic put in another thermostat. It's not overheating anymore. I want to travel a lot this summer, so my warp drive has to be working properly to prevent me from spiraling into a wormhole on the highway. (As I write this, I remember Nicholas. Read on. 'Tricky Nicky' is another blog subject.)

MARCH 28
I have two favorite shows that I watch via You Tube on my computer: Conspiracy Theories with Jessie Ventura and The UFO Hunters. I like the way both shows are produced.

MARCH 29
Michael Fletcher and Dawn Smith of Neworld Coaching are the driving forces behind my success at getting ODYSSEY this far. They have been wonderful! I have a quirky side to my nature, but they show me how to use it to my advantage. My coaching session today is educational and illuminating. I know ODYSSEY will go to production with their help.

MARCH 30
I am part of a three-way phone conversation with a U.S.A. based film production company today. They tell me repeatedly that Steven Spielberg will not respond to my e-mails and messages to him. My dream to have Mr. Spielberg direct ODYSSEY falters. After all, who am I to expect him to agree? Can the 'Law of Attraction' really manifest what I want?

I feel deflated when I hang up. I decide to go grocery shopping. I want lettuce, but when I look at what the store has in its produce aisle, I'm disappointed. Priced at $1.49, all of them are quite small. I'm unwilling to pay that amount for an undersized head of lettuce. I want a bigger one.

At this exact moment, a woman leans in front of me and returns a large head of lettuce to the display then proceeds to pick out two smaller ones. Remaining quiet and staying where I am, I wait while she completes her exchange. (She never pays any attention to me.) I stand there, watching her in disbelief. I had wanted a larger head of lettuce and instantly the 'Law of Attraction' provides me with one. She walks away with her two smaller heads of lettuce, and I pick up the larger one, a beaming smile on my face. I get the message. Thank you! I'm not giving up on Steven Spielberg - not by a long shot!

MARCH 31
It's not easy traveling with an alien! There's a long story behind this which I will write up sometime, but today's blog memory is about driving Nicholas (Argus' brother) to Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada on March 3, 1983.

The trip was intriguing and unnerving (I called him 'Tricky Nicky' for a reason). During the two-hour drive, I found out that aliens apparently don't know what a gas station is all about. I asked Nicholas to pump some gas, but he didn't know where the nozzle went or how to do it, so I had to show him. (I suspect he was kidding around with me by putting on the 'dumb alien' act.)

**Nicholas ordered donuts from McDonalds. He didn't know what a fish filet sandwich was, which is what he got - like it or not! More 'dumb alien' acts?

The most stressful moments of the trip were the times Nicholas opened the door as we were moving, leaned out, and looked behind us. His body was almost all the way out of the van each time. My heart leaped into my throat as I yelled at him to "Shut the door! Use the window!" but that didn't stop him. A steady stream of "Are we there yet?" from him led me to believe that he was either irritated because we were slower than teleportation or that we were exposed to some danger. Unlike the gas incident, this didn't seem like a joke. He looked and acted concerned during each sudden reconnaissance.

Once we arrived in Niagara Falls, Nicholas slouched down in his seat so low that I thought he was going to curl up on the floor. He definitely didn't want to be seen. I took him to meet Tom Gray. It was a day we both wouldn't soon forget, but that is part of the longer post .

**The McDonald incident actually happened after we got to Niagara Falls and met Tom, but I wanted to include it in this blog. And one last observation: cats do not like aliens - at least, Tom's cat didn't. I watched it instantly launch itself into repetitive, rapidly accelerated rebounds off the walls when Nicholas entered Tom's apartment.

HOTEL PATTERSON

2010-02-06T18:29:00.000-08:00

We came one night, out of gas,
Passing over your hemisphere.
We couldn't find a fuel truck to take,
And so we crash landed here.

We leveled all within our path,
For at the speed that we were going.
With no galactic brake to pull,
We skidded through two states in slowing.

But then our ship abruptly stopped,
With a bump, bang, knock, and jolt.
And just as we relaxed within,
We fell apart, bolt by bolt.

Our craft lay in bits and pieces,
With wreckage scattered far and wide.
And then we all discovered sadly,
That parts of us were out each side.

So many of my friends departed,
And left me to my frightful woes.
I knew that I would soon know whether,
Humans were my friends or foes.

It did not take them long,
To find our ship's last resting place.
Soldiers circled all around us,
And finally we came face to face.

Which of us was more frightened
To this day, I do not know.
But each of us let out a holler,
When our faces, we did show.

Each of us thought we were normal,
And each thought the other queer.
Each of us stayed quite a distance,
From the other in our fear.

How happy they all seemed to be,
To see our broken, silver craft.
With reverent words and touches,
They hooked it to a long, thin shaft.

Then they shouted to each other,
To lift it high above the ground.
They placed it on a flat truck,
And covered it completely round.

More men picked up the pieces,
And put the bodies in a truck.
One man came and took me also,
And, amid the wreckage, I was stuck.

I asked him, "Where will you take me,
Now that all my friends are dying?"
He did not seem to understand,
And jumped back at my soft crying.

I wondered then where I was going,
As our dismal journey was begun.
Soon, I heard one say to another,
"Turn right to Patterson."

My knowledge of the human ways,
Is sadly incomplete, I know.
But, for a traveler on this world,
I believe a hotel is where they go.

To such a place, I must be headed,
And, very soon, I'll know its worth.
The humans may even fix my ship there,
And let me leave this planet Earth.

It did not take us long to reach it,
And everything was quickly taken.
Into a room, cold and forbidding,
And then I knew I was mistaken.

This place, I saw, was not a hotel,
With all these locks and guards about.
The thing I want most of all then,
Was some way to quietly sneak out.

But there was no escape, I knew,
And, in my heart, I felt great sadness.
But also fear was felt within,
For I had heard of 'human madness'.

The ship, to them, was one big puzzle,
That they set to study right away.
Other humans picked me up,
And took me to a place to stay.

All my friends were there before me,
Around a box of numbered dials.
Bobbing back and forth so slowly,
In liquid filled, sterile vials.

One vial was open and quite empty,
And I knew that it was meant for me.
But first the humans poked and probed me,
And cut me up for them to see.

Just what exactly made me human,
What made me think, breathe, and cry.
And just what exactly made me alien,
But, most of all, the reason why.

Over the years, none have harmed me,
My ship has, long since, been repaired.
The empty vial waits in the next room,
But, for now, I have been spared.

I really must complain, though,
For my stay here has not been fun.
A visit to Earth? I don't advise one,
Or you'll be taken to Hotel Patterson.

by Patricia Hayes

STRANGE ENCOUNTER AT CNE

2010-01-20T08:08:00.000-08:00

August 24, 1981.

As I watched my two sons run among colorful punching bags and crawl over rope bridges, my attention began to wander. It skipped across the blue surface of Lake Ontario and dove deep within its watery realm. My physical body remained sitting on a step at Children's Village on the East Island of Ontario Place in Toronto while my mind explored the depths in search of the rumored UFO base.

It was natural to play mental 'hooky' so close to the lake where I had often watched orange-glowing lights dance in the sky and exchanged stories of strange encounters with UFO researcher Tom Grey.

If the base is really there, I told myself, then I want them to know, telepathically at least, that I am here.

Closing my eyes, I concentrated on my image being projected into the underwater installation. I was determined to shock the base's occupants with a dramatically sudden and glorious appearance.

Just as I materialized (in my mind) in radiant splendor before my rapt alien audience, I felt a slight tug on my sleeve. Shaking it off, I envisioned everyone in the base making a 'mad dash' for their saucers and creating the first underwater 'traffic jam' trying to get out. I felt a stronger tug.

"Mom!" a small voice piped up, amid the scattering spaceships.

Opening my eyes, I saw my younger son standing in front of me, pulling on my arm.

"Come on!" he whined impatiently. "Dad's ready to go."

"Okay," I sighed. The mental projection-turned-daydream had completely shattered anyway, so it was time to return to the real world. I still had aliens on my mind, though, as I followed him to where my husband and older son waited for us.

It had been a long and tiring day. Attending the Canadian National Exhibition and Ontario Place, the Children's Village was the last stop on our to-do list. Planning to cross at the Cinesphere Bridge and exit out the West Entrance, my husband led us past the South Marina toward the West Island. As we approached the ramp to the structure, he suddenly stopped.

"There's too many people," he complained, eyeing the crowd. "Let's walk around and go out by the other bridge."

As I turned to follow my family, I saw a handsome, young man stroll down the ramp in a casual, relaxed manner. His lightly-tanned face, framed by thick, well-groomed brown hair, was turned skyward, giving him a detached, disinterested appearance.

The gold-colored T-shirt and brown pants he wore outlined his trim yet muscular physique quite nicely, and I found my gaze trailing after him as he disappeared in the direction we had just come. He had a knapsack on his back, opened at the top with a curled-up poster-like object protruding from it.

I felt a strong attraction to him. Was it just physical and nothing more? No, there was something else - a subtle stirring mentally, but I couldn't quite figure it out.

That's crazy! I thought, I've never even seen this man before now. Still...

I caught up with my family, already partially around the Cinesphere's pond. With the sun sinking in the western sky amid wisps of pink and gold clouds, we hurried along, hoping to get out of the parking lot before too many other visitors decided to leave for the day.

Navigating a bend in the path, I looked up and saw a familiar face approaching. With the same look of detachment, the young man leisurely walked by, veered off and disappeared down a descending trail behind us. I quickly checked him out: gold T-shirt, brown pants, open knapsack with a curled-up poster-like object protruding from it.

"It's him!" I stammered.

"Him who?" my husband asked, looking back at the man.

"The guy I saw at the Cinesphere!"

"So?"

"He walked off in the opposite direction - toward the Children's Village!"

My husband just stared at me. "So?" he repeated.

"How did he get ahead of us?" I asked, knowing that I wasn't getting through to him. "How can he come walking toward us from the West Island when he's supposed to be on the East Island? There wasn't enough time for him to double back, plus why would he?"

"You're babbling," my husband said simply.

"I know," I replied, "I always babble when I'm confused."

"Come on," he urged. "We don't have much time before everyone leaves this place and we're stuck bumper to bumper."

Nodding, I followed his lead, and we all set out again for the bridge. Okay, I reasoned inwardly, maybe the guy did double back. I guess it's possible, but how did he get ahead of us in the short amount of time it took to walk around the pond? He would have had to run, and he wasn't even breathing hard so...

I looked up and nearly fainted on the spot. Walking toward me once again was the same man I had watched disappear in the other direction just a few moments ago. Stopping as if I had collided with an invisible brick wall, I stared at him as he passed. The mental checklist operated automatically: gold T-shirt, brown pants, open knapsack with a curled up poster-like object protruding from it.

Even my husband noticed him this time. "Isn't that the guy you were talking about?" he asked, coming back to find out why I had fallen behind.

"Yeah," was all I said. Inside, I was resisting the impulse to tackle the man to the ground and sit on him until I got some answers.

"That's weird," I heard my husband mumble, then I felt a light jerk on my arm. "Come on. We've got to go."

I took a few halting steps backward, reluctant to take my eyes off the strange, young man. Just before I turned to leave, I saw him stop and look back at me. At that instant, I knew what it was that I had felt at the Cinesphere: an awareness of where he was from, and I knew that it wasn't any city on the surface of this planet. As I smiled at him, I thought once more of the cold, darkened depths of Lake Ontario.

by Patricia Hayes

WELCOME TO MY ODYSSEY BLOG

2010-01-13T10:20:00.000-08:00

If you haven't already read ODYSSEY under notes on my Facebook page, it would be advisable to do so before you read my blogs.

Anything that has to do with ODYSSEY, Oscar, the Psycheans, and other aspects of the contactee saga will be written in orange. Why? Because orange is the color their ships emit during flight, and I feel it is fitting to connect it with the ODYSSEY blog.

This blog details events from the past and the present. It does not start at the beginning. It jumps back and forth, in a flashback fashion. I recall the date with some; with others, I don't, but they are all included because they did happen. Articles, poetry, and my daily blog are posted here as well.

I encourage and welcome your comments. I'm interested in what you have to say. (Please keep your comments on topic and appropriate for posting.)

Request a window seat and make yourself comfortable. Enjoy the journey, and let's chat along the way.

From my peace of the planet to yours,

Pat

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