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The RHD factor is something that confuses me to no end and seems to be apart of me, thanks to my mother or so I’m told. Funny how my sisters used to tease me and tell me I had monkey’s blood coursing through my veins. Little did they know that monkeys actually did play a part in the history of what I call, “blood science.” I was mercilessly teased and told I had the negative blood because I was the unlucky one and they got the good and positive blood from Dad because they were the “chosen” ones. I just wanted to be like them and I felt that I was given a bum rap from God, my Mom and the world.
I was the third child so I was the one that had the potential to be a problem pregnancy for my mom. My mom had to have the anti-D injections in order for her body not to reject me. Unfortunately at birth, I had to have blood transfusions through my heels in order for me to survive. When my father was told the transfusions weren’t working, he told the doctors to do another transfusion and lucky for me, as they say, “third times the charm.”
It didn’t help that I was born with an explanation mark on my forehead. I had this pink weird blob of a mark that slowly faded away, thank God by the time I was 12 years old. My negative blood type, the birth mark, multiple abductions and the paranormal all became a weighted albatross on my shoulders that I carried around for years. It got heavier, link by link because of all the misunderstandings regarding what my blood type really resulted from and the abduction phenomenon that seemed to skip my sisters and zero in on me or so it seemed at the time.
For many years I thought I was handicapped or that I was medically below par because my blood wasn’t like the positive blood types like my sisters. There were many differences between us as we were growing up. I would drink water like I was a dried up prune. It didn’t stop at night either because I would wake up two or three times a night to quench my thirst. On average even to this day, I drink equivalent to 2 or more gallons of water a day.
On the opposite side of this unusual characteristic, is my fear of large bodies of water like oceans or big lakes. I was in Hawaii years ago and I was sitting at a restaurant, smelling the ocean air when all of a sudden I went into a sort of trance like state and I told the friend I was with that the restaurant we were in was going to eventually be underwater. In my vision, I saw a huge tidal wave traveling at a high rate of speed coming towards the restaurant. I heard its roar and remembered the smell of seaweed and fish hitting my nostrils within an instant. The unpleasant smell made me queasy. I turned to look at him and he looked back at me strangely, laughing because he thought I had gone nuts. It was all I could do to keep myself from getting up, right then and there, and run back to my hotel, pack my clothes and get on the next plane out of there. Many people like water all around them and I find it frightful. I’m literally an oxymoron of what you would call, a fish out of water due to the amount of water I drink and my fear of being in water. I must have been on the Titanic because you will never find me on a cruise ship.
Through out my elementary school years, I had skin rashes beyond any other student in school history. I might be exaggerating here a bit but not by much. My sisters hardly ever had rashes so once again I felt like the negative blood was the culprit. The third grade was the tipping point because I was always at the doctor’s office for strange rashes that would appear out of nowhere. They usually were around my ankles and up my calves and as I got older around my armpits. I had a strange wart that appeared literally over night by my front right shoulder. When my Dad would put iodine on it, my middle sister would tease me saying iodine was monkey’s blood. I cried and declared I didn’t want it on me and of course got into trouble. My sister just smiled at me from afar and all I wanted to do at that moment was punch her. The doctor had to freeze it twice in order for it to go away. That was an ordeal for me because I was getting tired of things appearing on my body for no apparent reason.
I don’t like to sunbathe either and I find it odd that people want to do this. Is this apart of being an RHd type or is it just me being a bit odd? I crave the sun but I usually don’t like to be within its reach. I must admit there actually was one time I ended up seeking the rays of the sun to heal me. One early summer, I came back from Egypt in 1992 and unbeknownst to me, I brought back a “vampiric stow away” that was literally sucking the life force out of me. I did a Vision Quest in Taos that summer with Medicine Man, Thomas One Wolf and ended up lying in the sun for the 3 days inadvertently by instinct alone. I slept like I had never slept before but even more importantly; I got the sense that the sun would heal me. I also feel my blood type had something to do with this revelation. I can’t prove it; all I know is that I felt it in my gut.
Empathic abilities seem to come with the territory but it seems being psychic can be an almost human trait, one that connects us to our surroundings. How disconnected people are can be seen in how little they see beyond the ordinary and the mundane. Children growing up with RHd seem to have an open invitation policy regarding the supernatural and the high strangeness beyond the veil. I was told by my sisters that on numerous occasions, I would wake up screaming and crying as a child late at night. From my parents perspective they thought I was having “religious visions.” I would also sleep walk as if guided by some unseen force. I guess it’s easier to pull religious beliefs into something that is unimaginable and frightening. Nothing can prepare a human for nightly visitations but when a child is dealing with the darkness and its minions, night terrors become the norm, allowing no escape. Yet interestingly enough from what I can remember, the outbursts and releasing of pent up phobias, tangled in the pit of my aching stomach became a repetitive routine. The bottom line is, as humans the blood running through our veins is all the same to our black eyed friends.
A self derisory mind set with an indulging paranoia was the biggest difference between my sisters and me. I didn’t add up in my reflection of self doubt especially since I was conveniently my own enabler, the purveyor of my own insecurities. My sisters had friends while I had fear that was a constant companion through out the day. My peers sensed something was a little off with me which didn’t help me make friends. The little black eyed acquaintances like it best when isolation becomes more comfortable then companionship. Do they mindmeld contantees with some weird palpable psyops?
Does having a negative blood type allow for constant contact with the unknowable? We can see what others can’t without really trying, it’s a double edged sword that cuts both ways leaving scars no matter what we do in order to hide the encounters or to openly reveal them. The aces up our sleeves can’t help us if we don’t know or understand the hidden truths of coded messages, images of disturbing realities or the schools of thought that teach alien ideologies and knowledge.
I remember reading that I had more blue in my blood because I had more copper. It didn’t seem right but it sounded good and I had hoped for some odd reason that there might be a little truth to this tale. If this meant I was not all human or perhaps a hybrid of some sorts then that was just fine with me. But with so many rumors out about what the negative blood factions are, how far a person is willing to go to find the truth just depends on the amount of fiction or syfy there is and how eager they are to sift through the rhetoric. Allegory’s sometimes are much more fun to believe in then the truth.
The building blocks of our humanity should be more important than what is reflecting back to the masses in the tabloids and TV shows or commercials.Society seems to be so transfixed on outer beauty and this is by no mistake. It’s easier to keep the masses from focusing on what really matters, because while a few people think having a purpose is the real key to fulfillment, identity is the one stimulus that humans gravitate to the most. As an RHd person, I have always wondered what was in me that made me tick. How does it all work to make me wake up each day and think, speak, feel and walk. If I’m made up of energy, do I need my body? Does the blood type that runs through my veins really matter?
In the end I have found that what little conclusions or understandings I have achieved or come to don’t add up to much of anything. One thing that has changed, is now I embrace my differences and bask in my own novelty, allowing myself to be just me. What matters is who I am at the end of the day and if I’m a better person for it. Adding in, the RHd just makes life a little more interesting but the funny thing is, I really wouldn’t change a thing about my past … except for believing my sisters and literally thinking I had monkey’s blood!
Please read part 1 and part 2 to catch up on the Shaffer Hotel’s great epic ghost saga. So let’s continue with the stories that made this cute hotel in the middle of Mountainair, New Mexico a treasured landmark.
There was a particular room in the hotel where there were constant noises coming from the room, most of them sounded like footsteps. It got so bad that staff thought someone was sneaking into the room and making the noises and strangely putting a child’s footprints into the carpet. So the staff changed the locks on the room, but the noises and the footprints continue until today.
Next the hotel has a regular guest that does business out of one of the hotel’s rooms. This guest commented to the staff that the ghosts had to go. Our tour guide knew that comment wasn’t going to fly with the ghosts and she was right. Quickly thereafter a strange symbol appeared outside the room of that particular guest and it looked a bit satanic or maybe Masonic in nature. The staff tried everything to remove the symbol but nothing worked. Finally the guest apologized to the ghosts and the symbol disappeared.
And then there was the famous suitcase incident: a mother, daughter and grandmother were staying in a room together and there was a beautiful piece of furniture, a rocking chair built by Pa Shaffer in the room. The little girl placed her suitcase on the chair and opened it, but suddenly the suitcase slammed shut, scaring the three women into the hallway. Other strange events had happened before in that particular room involving that rocking chair. This event happen in April 2014, and since then the rocker has been removed to storage and any further happenings have stopped.
There are many more stories. I would encourage you to visit this wonderful hotel in a very enchanted part of New Mexico, get the guided tour from Becky or Sheryl and tell them Mike from the New Mexico UFO/Paranormal Forum sent you.
Sleep tight, remember you can safely befriend a ghost but don’t challenge them, they will have the advantage.
I have been a UFO/Paranormal researcher for over 45 years and up until last weekend, I had no real interest in going to Roswell. It was never important because I had known for years the Roswell crash was very true in many aspects. A guy who had worked for me had two old military buddies that had witnessed the crash remains and the 4 bodies, and although they never saw the wounded being, they heard about it from fellow military people who were there after the crash.
So my girlfriend and I made a last minute decision to finally drive to Roswell this past weekend to see the town that was made famous by the 1947 crash. She had been to Roswell many times before and knew the area quite well. We were not able to find the debris, it looked like it was off limits to the public and all direction signs had been taken down. My girlfriend did notice that since her previous visits there were many new towers on the road into Roswell on HWY 285; some looked like normal cell towers, but others did not. The large amount of them was a bit disturbing, and it seems they have all gone up within the last few years.
Now Roswell is an oil/gas cow town, but it actually surpassed my expectations as it was clean and had neat old buildings and some nice restaurants, although it did have a stockyard smell to it at times. Our first stop was the Wal-Mart, which is sort of famous for its interesting and somewhat strange-looking customers. I had heard this from other visitors to the area. The first thing that struck me as we pulled up to the building was the large amount of cameras on the building. I counted in excess of 40 and many more on the inside. I would say everyone who goes in is on tape. So I went in and sat for about 20 minutes to just people watch. Yes, there were many normal-looking humans, but a small percent were very different-looking. This included people with long-shaped heads, minimum ears, cat eyes, blue-ish or very pale skin and strange, almost gliding motion. They seemed to always be looking straight ahead and not to the left or right. So are they alien, hybrids or just very interesting-looking humans? Note, none of them felt threatening to me. And that was Wal-mart; worth a look-see if you go there.
And last the UFO museum, which looks like an old theater building. It also exceeded my expectations. It presented a fair and balanced view of the Roswell crash. It was interesting that some of the people that were mentioned in the museum I presently know and some I consider friends. The old pictures of the army base and other things of the time of the crash were very interesting and well displayed. Generally speaking it was a fun day trip; now I can say that Roswell has been checked off my bucket list.
Sleep tight…Pay attention – or reality will pass you by.
About 5 years ago, I was sitting in the living room across from a guy named Al Bielek. Yes, the Al Bielek, the guy they call the “walking encyclopedia”. And he was that. Al and his stepbrother, Duncan Cameron, were part of the Philadelphia Experiment and the even stranger reality called the Montauk Project. Al would answer any question under the sun and stars, including but limited to, is there or was there life on Mars. Well that question, which I did ask, started us on the journey through and around the world of Jump Rooms.
At that point I had never heard of Jump Rooms, thought it was just crazy talk. But Al was very convincing that the US Military had obtained the technology from off of a crashed alien ship. Our government had reversed engineered the room; it was a room that looked more like an elevator. And like an elevator it took you from point A to point B, but A to B was across million of miles in the matter of minutes. He explained the probes we sent in the past to Mars were sent just to set up a Jump Room on Mars as you need one on both ends of the transport. The US had been working on the project for over 70 years, since any reverse engineering project is a slow tedious process. Also rumored is that some of the original work was done with the help of the Nazis who would come ashore from their subs at Montauk Point and enter Camp Hero.
Camp hero also housed the famous time machine that Al Bielek’s stepbrother Duncan would travel in, so the story goes. One of the most amazing things Al said about the Jump Rooms was that human mind- consciousness ended up being the power behind the Jump Rooms, and the structures called Jump Rooms were places to sort of mediate your way through space. Al also said something like Jump Rooms were targeting locations to send and receive the conscious impulse. Wow—crazy talk (?)
Sleep Tight, your mind will and can transport you; it is a powerful vehicle.
Location. Miami, Florida
Date: November 20 2009
Time: between 2000 & 2100
The witness, Brenda (involved in other encounters) was watching television when a gray figure appeared in the window by her chair. She does not know if there any missing time. It is seven feet from the top of the being’s head to the ground by the window. Since this sighting Brenda has been counting steps to her mailbox (?).
Location. Laugharne, Wales
Date: November 22 2009
While on holiday at Laugharne Park, close to the estuary, a lady observed a pale skinned, red headed woman moving across the park, although the way the entity’s green and blue clothing flowed, appeared to be moving through water. The woman smiled before vanishing.
Comments: Apparitional entity or water nymph?
As you read this I will be deep in the woods on an adventure with my dear friend Kewaunee Lapseritis. I am quite sure something strange and mysterious already has happened as it always does, although sometimes it is not apparent until weeks after the trip.
One of the most mysterious states in the US is Kentucky, a place where I believe the veil between this dimension and others is very thin and that other realities bleed over into Kentucky.
Why Kentucky? Maybe because of the widespread historic violence during the Indian wars and the Civil War, blood was everywhere. In Kentucky natural mysteries and natural wonders abound. The question is does this past violence open up portals for other entities, beings and bizarre creatures to slide in?
I had always enjoyed traveling through Kentucky, but I always felt a strange energy among the beauty of the green/blue grass. There are many weird stories that have come out of Kentucky over the past 200 years. Here are a few.
In the late 90’s a couple was driving through the Ohio bottomlands and suddenly the woman in the car noticed something like an ultra-light plane or a glider. But to the couple’s surprise it was a huge bird, which was featherless, with bat-wings, red in color, and a wingspan of about 20 feet. Another curious detail it had a tail that was rolled up. If we had a little smoke and fire, I would say it was a dragon.
There are also hundreds of Bigfoot sightings happening yearly throughout the state. There is even a mountain called Bigfoot Mountain in the Western part of the state. And there are Leprechauns/We people; some are covered with hair and others the more traditional brightly-colored clothes- shoes etc.
Finally they have strange lizard-like creatures about 6 ft tall, which can run on their hind feet. Several dozen of these encounters have been reported in the last 50 years throughout Kentucky.
There are many other examples of true strangeness in Kentucky, the “Land of Tomorrow.”
Sleep tight – the fun is just beginning.
During my years of exploring the Western US for evidence of Bigfoot existence, I have several times crossed the historic Lewis and Clark trail. I even stayed at a campground in Idaho named in their honor. I wondered as I sat by my campfire what it was like to see these amazing lands all those years ago. Lewis and Clark were probably not the first non-Native American guys to travel west of the Mississippi, as some people believe. History now shows very early Spanish settlements in southern California, a possible Chinese expedition in the Northwest, a Polynesian group in the Oregon/Washington/Nevada area hundreds of year before L & C even planned their trip. Meriwether Lewis was considered a giant figure in American History, and he may have had an encounter with Giants of another kind.
Some of the first giant stories were from the Spanish exploring America. The Conquistadores found some amazing evidence proving the existence of giant males 8 to 9 feet tall and a few even taller. There actually may have been Giants here in America as little as 500 years ago. In 1519, as Alonzo Pineda was mapping land along the Gulf coast, he ventured up the Mississippi and encountered a race of Giants. Luckily the Giants were good hosts to the Spanish visitors. Pineda also made detailed drawings of these Giants, which can be seen today at Archivo General de Indias in Seville Spain.
Coronado also ran into a tribe of Giants during his quest for the Seven Cities of Gold or El Dorado. In Mexico there were also similar reports. Friar Diego Duran was a writer of early Mexican culture history; his first contact with Aztec Indians started his education into the giant tribes that once flourished in Mexico. But he finally met the Giants himself during a processional at the feast of Corpse Christi. As the Giants died off only their bones reminded, and the bones were in the procession of the conquering tribes. These bones became valuable currency for trading between the tribes. One of the few great things about the Spanish Conquistadores was that they constantly recorded what was happening as they traveled on their adventures.
Sleep tight, within the next five years I would expect the truth will come out on the existence of the Giants – more to come in Part II.
Worth a listen — all very similar – is it their ships ripping through the fabric of a dimensional curtain.
A dog’s eyes leaving his face for the flutter of a moment made locals here at Stonefield Beach feel even more at ease late Feb. 6 after dog after dog barked and growled at a strange metal box that locals say “suddenly appeared at dawn Monday” after a weekend filled with what locals call intense UFO sightings. “These metal looking boxes, that are about 20 inches in height and are a complete square of five foot by five foot are sunk deep in the surf” both here at Stonefield Beach – a popular Oregon coastal beach lookout for UFOs – and down the coast as far as we know “with yet more of these square metal containers that have no opening and are sealed all around,” explains Oregon UFO “watcher” Errol who lives nearby at Bray’s Point. In turn, these boxes are “not moveable,” and they are solid and metallic and seem to have this keening wail coming from both the boxes and the atmosphere around them,” adds Errol who’s been called in to “see what’s up” by locals thinking it “has something to do with UFOs” quipped a local senior named Doris who said she also heard “a miaowing wail come from the boxes Sunday evening.”
Strange beach boxes cause a stir
It’s as if an alarm went off, when a “high, shrill, piercing, frightening ring caught our attention Sunday evening,” explained Doris, a local senior whose retired and lives nearby Stonefield Beach. “I know crazy things happen over at Stonefield, but when you walk down and see that metal box sort of glowing in the surf it gets your attention real quick.”
In turn, local Oregon Forest Service fish biologists – who’ve been called in to help explain what is now been revealed as “a series of metal boxes buried into the surf up and down the Oregon coast, and possibly as far down the coast as northern California” – is more than enough to catch one’s attention, added Doris in trying to explain “what’s not explainable.”
What is known is a “sustained whine of something akin to an ambulance siren” awoke locals near Stonefield Beach and other areas of the Oregon coast Sunday evening, Jan. 5, beginning at approximately 4 a.m.
At the same time, Doris said this area around Stonefield Beach is a very “quiet place,” where “nothing but seagulls and the Pacific Ocean waves to break the quiet.”
Brain plays tricks even when metal boxes appear
While these “metal boxes” buried up and down the Oregon coast are real to the touch and sight, a local professor of psychology – whose attempted to explain away the “strange goings on at both Bray’s Point and here at Stonefield Beach,” thinks the many “of these remote living residents who claim to see UFOs at night are simply not using the tool between their ears to figure this stuff out.”
In turn, this retired professor said in a Feb. 6 Huliq interview at Stonefield Beach that most locals and visitors here “looking for those UFOs” are more or less carrying their own “baggage or self-as-content,” with views and experiences that now seem to define them.
Doris added: “The doc is saying we’re all a bunch of nuts to believe in UFOs.”
What’s real about UFOs?
Yet, the professor – who specialized in repressed memories when he taught at university and had his own private practice – noted that Doris and others are in a sort of “constant frame of reference when they converse with each other that UFOs have appeared.”
“I’ve seen this Stonefield Beach crowd carry on at meetings about UFOs being spotted in the sky, and I’m confident they believe these things to be true.”
However, the professor says there’s “good hard science that can probably explain away each and every claim they’ve made about UFOs and aliens about at Stonefield Beach and Bray’s Point. But, this perspective comes at a cost,” he asserted; while stating that “such beliefs in UFOs can lead them to label themselves, either positively or negatively, in very limiting ways.”
For example, the professor said “I don’t know if these metal boxes are something to worry about or not.”
And, “I don’t know if Errol is an expert on UFOs. Just because people come to him with their stories of UFOs doesn’t make it real.”
“I prefer hard science,” he added.
Image source of Oregon UFO watcher Errol’s dog “Hank” checking out a strange metal box that appeared in the surf Sunday evening after Errol recording yet another UFO sighting here at Stonefield Beach. Many other “metal boxes” with the same size and color have appeared up and down the Oregon coast and are also reportedly being found up and down the entire West Coast as of Feb. 5, 2012. Photo by Dave Masko
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