Hello to you. Hope this finds you well. No drawings today – we were blessed with rain. I’d rather have that then my drawings any day!
I had an interesting dream in the midst of a not very restful night.
It was a dream about random people gathered in a theater paying tribute to a musician by playing one of the musicians songs together. Each person was playing their own instrument. It was a short song. The music was projected on a large screen so everyone could see it to play.
I kind of remembered the song this morning – sounded like something that would be fun for a brass band to play! It’s gone now, but I enjoyed it for a while this morning. I think that would a lovely way for ordinary folks to pay tribute to a musician! Just show up with whatever instrument you play, put the music up and read, set go! Some of us don’t read music proficiently so we get to just appreciate what we see and hear….may be hum along. I like to do that.
I couldn’t resist riddling this out in the numbers to see what would come up.
When I see a number go back to 1, it means self to me. For example music goes back to 1 and that’s pretty much how music is. You choose a genre/sound of music you like and you enjoy it. It doesn’t matter if anyone else does because when you are enjoying it, it’s for you.
The reason I divide a number that doesn’t come out straight away by 2 is thinking of light and shadow, the two sides of ourselves that are employed when we analyze a person, place or thing. Perspective has two sides and we are biologically incapable of perceiving anything the exact same way.
When I see a 3 cycle come up, it’s like life, death, rebirth or just the cycles of life. A lot of times when I like a song, it’s pretty much for life but it can go in cycles. One day I’ll like the song, the next I don’t but give it a couple days, weeks or even years and I might enjoy it again sort of thing.
When I see a 9 cycle come up, it makes me think of the phrase, “it’s not easy” or doesn’t come naturally as a cycle. For example high fructose corn syrup = 288/18/9 cycle (the body doesn’t know what to do with this stuff.)
When I see numbers associated with my name or birth date, a personal flag goes up – 02/13/1968. If I riddle the date Zero Two One Three One Nine Six Eight = 389/20. If I riddle the date out like Zero Two Thirteen Nineteen Sixty- Eight = 453/12. If I riddle the date out like Thirteen February Nineteen Sixty- Eight = 427/13. For fun = 389 + 453 + 427 = 1269/99/18/9 cycle! 20 + 12 +13 = 45/9 cycle. No matter how you compute it, 9 factors in and is a pretty accurate look at my life.
So here is what came up with the theme of my dream – what do you see?
3 Sept 2018 – Drawing I did last night. It was hard to concentrate. I guess they have started hunting again or something. It’s unnerving to hear gunfire so close to a residential area these days.
Hello to you. As I write there is very gentle rain and I’m so grateful for that. It was getting dry here again.
It’s Labor Day again and a day to remember all those laborers of the past who literally died so people of today could have this day off of work: https://www.history.com/topics/holidays/labor-day – there is video and more information at this link
I stayed in bed a bit longer than Kyle did this morning and had an interesting dream while doing so. It was about a woman remembering a story about her Grandma asking to speak to “The tree.” It appeared in her room but she was afraid and then she couldn’t see it. So she asked again. Then the woman found her Grandma nearly dying face down on the floor when The Black Tree appeared again, but she was able to wake her, she wasn’t dead yet.
CAT PEOPLE — Irena’s Dream (One of my cult classic films from childhood)
Source is internet: 3 Sept 2018 – “The tree “in the dream makes me think of Cat People. It looked like a shadow of a tree; a black tree.
My Grandma’s taught me a lot about nature as I was growing up and to respect it – especially the flowers and the trees. I miss my Grandma Schmidt’s beautiful flowers – especially her giant roses! I miss my Grandma Becker and our walks in her neighborhood where she would point out her favorite trees and tell me about them. How each one was an individual and had its own personality just like people.
In my own experience with trees, I would say the same. I have mourned for trees that were taken in storms or by sickness. I have sensed when a tree wasn’t feeling well by putting my hands on it. I have listened to the wind blowing through the trees living around me and hearing a sound like cheering… “Hurray!” but in a whisper. Through them I have learned about the cycles of life and how there is hope when you look at their life cycles. Just one tree is a whole eco-system! I suspect that when you take off your shoes and socks and stand on the ground, you are plugging yourself into the tree network! Who knows for sure but the God who made all this wonder.
I found this interesting article to share on the subject. May be there is something in it for you too:
I’m in a redwood forest in Santa Cruz, California, taking dictation for the trees outside my cabin. They speak constantly, even if quietly, communicating above- and underground using sound, scents, signals, and vibes. They’re naturally networking, connected with everything that exists, including you.
Biologists, ecologists, foresters, and naturalists increasingly argue that trees speak, and that humans can learn to hear this language.
Many people struggle with this concept because they can’t perceive that trees are interconnected, argues biologist George David Haskell in his 2017 book The Songs of Trees. Connection in a network, Haskell says, necessitates communication and breeds languages; understanding that nature is a network is the first step in hearing trees talk.
For the average global citizen, living far from the forest, that probably seems abstract to the point of absurdity. Haskell points readers to the Amazon rainforest in Ecuador for practical guidance. To the Waorani people living there, nature’s networked character and the idea of communication among all living things seems obvious. In fact, the relationships between trees and other lifeforms are reflected in Waorani language.
In Waorani, things are described not only by their general type, but also by the other beings surrounding them. So, for example, any one ceibo tree isn’t a “ceibo tree” but is “the ivy-wrapped ceibo,” and another is “the mossy ceibo with black mushrooms.” In fact, anthropologists trying to classify and translate Waorani words into English struggle because, Haskell writes, “when pressed by interviewers, Waorani ‘could not bring themselves’ to give individual names for what Westerners call ‘tree species’ without describing ecological context such as the composition of the surrounding vegetation.”
Because they relate to the trees as live beings with intimate ties to surrounding people and other creatures, the Waorani aren’t alarmed by the notion that a tree might scream when cut, or surprised that harming a tree should cause trouble for humans. The lesson city-dwellers should take from the Waorani, Haskell says, is that “dogmas of separation fragment the community of life; they wall humans in a lonely room. We must ask the question: ‘can we find an ethic of full earthly belonging?’”
Haskell points out that throughout literary and musical history there are references to the songs of trees, and the way they speak: whispering pines, falling branches, crackling leaves, the steady hum buzzing through the forest. Human artists have always known on a fundamental level that trees talk, even if they don’t quite say they have a “language.”
Tree language is a totally obvious concept to ecologist Suzanne Simard, who has spent 30 years studying forests. In June 2016, she gave a Ted Talk (which now has nearly 2.5 million views), called “How Trees Talk to Each Other.”
Simard grew up in the forests of British Columbia in Canada, studied forestry, and worked in the logging industry. She felt conflicted about cutting down trees, and decided to return to school to study the science of tree communication. Now, Simard teaches ecology at the University of British Columbia-Vancouver and researches “below-ground fungal networks that connect trees and facilitate underground inter-tree communication and interaction,” she says. As she explained to her Ted Talk audience:
“I want to change the way you think about forests. You see, underground there is this other world, a world of infinite biological pathways that connect trees and allow them to communicate and allow the forest to behave as though it’s a single organism. It might remind you of a sort of intelligence.”
Trees exchange chemicals with fungus, and send seeds—essentially information packets—with wind, birds, bats, and other visitors for delivery around the world. Simard specializes in the underground relationships of trees. Her research shows that below the earth are vast networks of roots working with fungi to move water, carbon, and nutrients among trees of all species. These complex, symbiotic networks mimic human neural and social networks. They even have mother trees at various centers, managing information flow, and the interconnectedness helps a slew of live things fight disease and survive together.
Simard argues that this exchange is communication, albeit in a language alien to us. And there’s a lesson to be learned from how forests relate, she says. There’s a lot of cooperation, rather than just competition among and between species as was previously believed.
Peter Wohlleben came to a similar realization while working his job managing an ancient birch forest in Germany. He told the Guardian he started noticing trees had complex social lives after stumbling upon an old stump still living after about 500 years, with no leaves. “Every living being needs nutrition,” Wohlleben said. “The only explanation was that it was supported by the neighbor trees via the roots with a sugar solution. As a forester, I learned that trees are competitors that struggle against each other, for light, for space, and there I saw that it’s just [the opposite]. Trees are very interested in keeping every member of this community alive.” He believes that they, like humans, have family lives in addition to relationships with other species. The discovery led him to write a book, The Hidden Life of Trees.
By being aware of all living things’ inter-reliance, Simard argues, humans can be wiser about maintaining mother trees who pass on wisdom from one tree generation to the next. She believes it could lead to a more sustainable commercial-wood industry: in a forest, a mother tree is connected to hundreds of other trees, sending excess carbon through delicate networks to seeds below ground, ensuring much greater seedling survival rates.
Foreign language studies
Seedling survival is important to human beings because we need trees. “The contributions of forests to the well-being of humankind are extraordinarily vast and far-reaching,” according to the United Nations Food and Agriculture Organization 2016 report on world forests (pdf).
Forests are key to combating rural poverty, ensuring food security, providing livelihoods, supplying clean air and water, maintaining biodiversity, and mitigating climate change, the FAO says. The agency reports that progress is being made toward better worldwide forest conservation but more must be done, given the importance of forests to human survival.
Most scientists—and trees—would no doubt agree that conservation is key. Haskell believes that ecologically friendly policies would naturally become a priority for people if we’d recognize that trees are masters of connection and communication, managing complex networks that include us. He calls trees “biology’s philosophers,” dialoguing over the ages, and offering up a quiet wisdom. We should listen, the biologist says, because they know what they’re talking about. Haskell writes, “Because they are not mobile, to thrive they must know their particular locus on the Earth far better than any wandering animal.”
Hello. It’s Sunday morning as I write. Laundry is chugging away and everybody is still in bed yet. We have been struggling to get restful sleep for some time now. I’m hoping as we get closer to fall and cooler days that this will change too.
Had a couple interesting dreams this morning. One was one of those really brief flash dreams. It looked a bit like a computer simulation of a black circle moving through space. It made me think of a slinky. A circle leaving an “after image” behind itself. A slinky actually has a bunch of them tangibly connected to it. Don’t know what that was about!
The other one was about walking into a dusty room and an Aaliyah like woman was standing there as a hologram….so I thought. We started to sing together. I did the harmonizing thing I do and walked closer to her. I reached out to touch her because what we were doing seemed like something two real people would do not a hologram. When I touched her she was warm. I was surprised and said, “I didn’t think you were real!” and she said, “Neither did I!” The song stuck in my head as I was writing down this dream was Aaliyah’s song “One in a Million.”
Aaliyah’s tragic death hit me really hard. I used to sing and harmonize with her songs to try and comfort myself.
24 Aug 2003 Drawing I did of Aaliyah
2003 – what I was feeling inside.
1 Sept 2018 – I spent some time trying to work through my feelings about Vanessa Rodriguez’s tragic death. There were some surprises in this. The number 149 keeps coming up as a flag for me. It is the same #value as Judas Iscariot.
1 Sept 2018 – There seems to be a pattern in this!
I’ve been thinking about these police involved shootings and thinking about reflexes. I was thinking about survival instincts and what people do, no matter how much training they have had, when they are afraid. People are typically afraid of what they cannot see. When you encounter someone who is unstable, mentally ill or that you have a fear about, I suspect reflexes and survival instincts kick in. You can’t see “what someone is going to do” in situations like what happened with Vanessa and so many others now.
Speaking as a person who has been through this, I honestly don’t know how well you can prepare yourself. Unless you can read minds or you are like a dog and can read even the slightest tick in body behavior and respond accordingly it seems like your screwed no matter what you do! I think there is hope in sensitivity training and application of that training in various hands-on scenarios. Reading about and or clicking buttons through a scenario simulator aren’t enough. I think you actually need interactive training for this.
The way the police dealt with me to make sure I was ok came at many different levels. One was they reminded me of my brother-in-laws I love so that helped. Two they did not approach me in an aggressive or threatening manner – very kind. Three they managed their energy with the tone of their voice and body language – the way they spoke to me was very soothing and enlisted my trust. Four I am a white woman who speaks English. I wonder if I were black, Hispanic or some other nationality if things would have gone the same? When I think of our town police who I respect greatly, I’d like to think it would have gone just the same but I don’t know.
The internal clashes of culture, of all the labels we all wear, do not end when someone puts on a badge. We ask human beings to suppress so much of themselves to become police officers. I think under duress, sometimes, all those normal safety catches get lifted and the bullets fly. We get angry when the cops don’t respond quickly enough to our time of crisis and hate them when they do. We ask human beings to be armed angels and are surprised when some of them fall.
I don’t know if this is an appropriate example but it’s what Kyle and I were talking about yesterday. It’s like zombie movies. The person looks like a human, acts like a human but behaves like something else completely. Is this the person I knew or is it a zombie?! You just don’t know what the zombie is going to do! How can you prepare yourself to deal with this type of scenario? Do you shut off any sort of human empathy you have and just shoot before finding out the zombie isn’t a zombie or do you use the empathy inside of you and risk being hurt, bitten or eaten?
To me, this is what many of our police are facing today. They are having to deal with a lot of people who look human but under fear and duress become something completely different. We are seeing the police survival instincts versus the survival instincts kicking in for a person who is having the worst day of their life. In more cases than not, this is a lethal combination.
31 Aug 2018 – This makes me think of circuit boards or something.
29 May 2018 – Angels walking angels. Trying to put into drawing encounters I’ve had with angels walking with angels.
Hello to you. It’s one of those weird mornings after having many dreams, some very vivid. Dreaming about RV’s (mobile home) some of which were self-driving and that didn’t go well, a fancy replica sword in the RV, meeting a Valkyrie (cosplay) in a parking lot asking me to coffee and then her and two other people, Kyle the dogs and I ending up at some Comic-con and looking at “blobs of plastic” aka action figures and monster toys with big eyes.
I told Kyle I wonder if instead of a car I’m an RV. He said, “As long as you aren’t carrying too many unwanted passengers!”
The one that woke me up was the woman in the mirror. She looked familiar to me, almost like the woman I met awhile back with the 68 shirt and the dog in our neighborhood. She also looked like the nice Valkyrie from the parking lot! She had honey-blonde or light brown hair and dark green eyes. She was talking to me and as she was talking I was saying what she was saying if that makes any sense. I could almost hear my voice while I was asleep saying what she was saying. She said, “Don’t forget about me Jackie, I’m not that old.” Then her eyes turned red and I woke up with a warm sensation in the middle of my head at either side of my temples. It was one of the strangest dream experiences I’ve had in awhile and if you have been following along, you know I’ve had several strange and wonderful experiences!
As I lay in bed reflecting on her eyes turning red, I remembered that when our eyes reflect light they flash red. Like when someone takes our picture. It doesn’t necessarily mean something evil. It’s a phenomenon.
Has anyone else had anything like this happen?
This morning tears have been shed, yet again, for more tragic death in the news. When I read what happened to Vanessa I felt my heart break. This could have been me a few months ago! Kyle called the police to come out to our house because he was afraid I was going to hurt myself. They had guns too. Thanks be to God our cops here know me for more than just this part of who I am and were very understanding and kind to me. To me, this is another example of what’s gone wrong with the system.
As a person who has had several “altered states experiences” now, I’ve begun to wonder about these sorts of scenarios. Sometimes I wonder how much say we really have once our spirit has decided it wants to leave the “car” it’s in. I don’t know if that makes sense but that’s what I’ve begun to see. How many of these scenarios have we seen now?
“In the most definitive look yet at a growing public-safety problem facing South Bay police today, a new civil grand jury report reveals that nearly 40 percent of officer shootings in Santa Clara County involve someone who is mentally ill.
So the watchdog group is urging law enforcement agencies and public health officials to step up training and resources to combat the troublesome trend.
The grand jury found that nine of the 31 people killed in county officer-involved shootings between 2013 and 2017 suffered from a serious mental illness, and that 22 of the 56 total police shootings during that period — including those that were non-fatal — involved a mental-health crisis.”
9 out of 31….not good! Why aren’t police officers just shooting someone in the leg, an arm or tackling them in these scenarios? I think self-preservation probably plays a big part in these scenarios….”it’s them or me.”
I wonder if the “driver” of the body knows just what to do in such scenarios to make it possible to escape the car. Are all accidents just accidents? Are all murders just murder? Is mercy somehow mingled in all of this? I don’t truly know! Could it be a hostile takeover by the organisms, bacteria, viruses etc. in the body? Could it be a coup by the energy source within us, the soul? Another mystery of the many mysteries of this life.
I truly hope Vanessa has found her heaven and that she has found happiness.
‘ER’ actress shot and killed by South Pasadena police during wellness check at home
Hannah Fry, Laura Newberry
19 hrs ago
Actress Vanessa Marquez was identified by authorities Friday as the 49-year-old woman shot and killed by police a day earlier during a welfare check at her apartment in South Pasadena.
Marquez was best known for her recurring role as nurse Wendy Goldman on the popular medical drama “ER,” which ran for 15 seasons until 2009. Marquez appeared on the show from 1994 to 1997.
More recently, Marquez used social media to reference her struggles with celiac disease and seizures. She wrote on Facebook in March that she was “terminally ill.”
She also grabbed headlines last year when she accused her “ER” co-star George Clooney of helping to blacklist her from the series. He denied the allegations. Marquez’s landlord called police Thursday to request a wellness check on her, Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department Lt. Joe Mendoza said. She was having a seizure when authorities arrived at her apartment, in the 1100 block of Fremont Avenue, about noon.
Officers and a county mental health clinician spoke with Marquez for more than 90 minutes in an effort to persuade her to accept medical help. Police said she was “uncooperative,” may have been suffering from mental health issues and appeared to be unable to care for herself.
Then, while they were talking, Marquez grabbed what they thought was a semiautomatic handgun and pointed it at them, Mendoza said.
Two officers fired at her, striking her at least once in the torso, Mendoza said.
The officers retrieved a weapon after the shooting and determined it was a BB gun that resembled a pistol, Mendoza said.
Marquez was taken to a hospital, where she was pronounced dead.
The Sheriff’s Department is investigating, as is common in police shootings. The names of the officers involved have not been released.
A similar incident involving South Pasadena police occurred in June 2017, when authorities said 41-year-old Marco Cardoza pointed what appeared to be a handgun at officers who were attempting to serve a warrant at his Burbank home. Multiple officers fired their weapons at Cardoza, who was pronounced dead at the scene. Detectives later learned that the man’s pistol was a replica.
Just stopping in for a moment to say hello. I have been resting today as I’ve had a lot on my mind. The words to numbers has been pretty steady and has turned out to be a great coping mechanism to help me riddle out things logically for myself. This morning I worked through through aspects of my life to include some of the major players in it and got some very interesting results. For example, the total numeric value for my Dad’s full name (186), the numeric value of the phrase “leave home” (86) and for the age I was when I joined the military (18 years and 6 months) all line up! What’s interesting also – I was born in 1968! I found out the numeric value of my birth mom’s full maiden name comes to 137 which is interesting because Becker means baker or “to bake”. Baker = 37! I was born in Sioux Falls South Dakota and the full numeric value for this is 273. It’s interesting that it took two to make the reverse version of my mother in numbers 73. In doing this, I found myself feeling like I’ve finally been let in on the “plan” for my life. I’m only half way in so that’s not too bad lol!
I went out to do some chalk drawing earlier and just couldn’t do it. What I did draw I knew was going to take me on a path I’m done treading – the 9/11 bit. I have to let it go and it’s so hard to. I want justice for what happened to EVERYONE involved with this and as it seems, there never will be. At least in this life!
I picked up the foot piece of the Blondie dog statue I had broken in anger a few months ago and examined it. There was a tiny spider hiding in it. If you remember, the number value for spider is 71/8 which is the same number value for God of 26/8.
16 Aug 2018 – What came to me about this here was anger being at the center of many problems. Kyle’s message was, “Anger is a symptom of hopelessness” and I agree. There is a core element to the feelings and subsequent actions people take to get relief from how uncomfortable they can become.
I started crying thinking about and missing my Dad. Ironically the word Dad comes out to 9 in the numbers! It makes sense this word would be a 9 cycle. I feel like I literally have “Daddy issues.” Attachment problems. I love my Dad (and Mom) so much that I’m afraid to be close to him and have him leave me! This is stupid I know, but it’s like when my Grandma, his mother was still alive and I would call her. I used to just end up crying because I missed her so much. After a point she kind of asked me to stop calling her. It’s gotten that way with my parents. The last time Mom and Dad visited my Dad said to me, “You could always come home (274/13/4).” If it were only that easy to do! There are so many “if’s” attached to just picking up and leaving when you are grown up!
So I went and took a nap and had a dream that pulls this all together. Ironically the time I recorded it, 3:01 am (4).
The dream was about one of those decorative, huge vases you might see in a museum. There was something about rearranging furniture and this vase fell over and broke. It had been broken many times before. There was a discussion about putting it back together but there were so many pieces.
Some words and phrases that I did the numbers for about this dream:
Hello – hope this finds you well in your present moment. This post is exploring some things that may or may not interest you. I have had some interesting thoughts pass through with my drawings. May be something here will resonate. Thank you for taking the time to stop by! The abyss that is now the internet is vast. One can easily get lost within it!
17 Aug 2018 – “The Game”
17 Aug 2018 – “A Love Story”
17 Aug 2018 – “Figures in Pink”
17 Aug 2018 – “Singing to the Stars” (last night around 8:57 pm I saw a falling star when I took the dogs out!
17 aug 2018 – “With a Thought”
17 Aug 2018 – “Source”
Interesting how often this “grid” is coming into my thoughts. This is an excerpt from a dream I had 14 May 2017 that involved the grid image for one of the first times.
“So the dream that woke me up this morning was pretty cool. I guess my mind’s way of processing all these thoughts I’ve been having about particles and life. Well in the dream I was traveling in space and it was like a black and white grid. We actually “went off grid” and beyond what was charted or known. Something about a ship “picking me up” (the round cell shaped ship) that was free-floating and if you passed through it, you were on a new ship. I encountered life forms that were just light and colors. To the person in the dream they were kind of annoying as they “poured in” through rainbow light and had voices but it was hard to understand them. There was a blonde woman who was very mature but wasn’t very old that was a “life-form.” I can remember seeing her talking, she was shy but don’t know what she said.”
Numbers in the Words:
“With a thought two become one” = 295/16/7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1 (This is a phrase that came to me before bed when I was thinking about the drawings of the day. Without really thinking about it I had drawn 16 lines for my grid. It’s enormously pleasing and fulfilling to have these sorts of experiences.
Point of Singularity= 250/7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1
Singularity = 155/11/2/1 (still ended up divided in parts)
In the center of a black hole is a gravitational singularity, a one-dimensional point which contains a huge mass in an infinitely small space, where density and gravity become infinite and space-time curves infinitely, and where the laws of physics as we know them cease to operate.
Singularities – Black Holes and Wormholes – The Physics of the Universe
The Sum of Two = 165/12/3 cycle (This made me chuckle, it take two to make a third. In my mind, even when you are making something on your own it’s still “two.” You are a co-creator working with creation (the creator) to manifest something into reality.)
Symmetry = 138/12/3 cycle
Dark Matter = 111/3 cycle
Matter = 77/14/5 divided by 2 = 2.5 = 7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1
Material =79/16/7 divided by 2 = 3.5 – 8/4/2/1
Mass = 52/7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1
atom = 49/13/4/2/1
particle = 84/12/3 cycle
dust = 64/10/1
ash = 28/10/1
soil = 55/10/1
void =50/5 divided by 2 = 2.5 = 7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1 (interesting how matter and void values match up)
gravity = 102/3 cycle
infinity = 106/7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1 (interesting how it comes back to one, not a cycle)
perpetuity = 155/11/2/1 (interesting how this word, contrary to the definition we’ve given it, doesn’t mean forever either)
Perpetuity | Definition of Perpetuity by Merriam-Webster
The word derives ultimately from the Latin adjective perpetuus (“continual” or “uninterrupted”), which is also the source of our perpetual and perpetuate. It frequently occurs in the phrase “in perpetuity,” which essentially means “forever” or “for an indefinitely long period of time.”
perspective = 138/12/3 cycle
perception = 121/4/2/1
eight = 49/13/4/2/1 (when written is the infinity symbol on it’s side, it isn’t an indefinite cycle either)
one = 34/7 divided by 2 = 2.5 = 7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1
alone = 47/11/2/1
The Grid = 71/8/4/2/1
forever = 89/17/8/4/2/1 (Again, doesn’t the word and the meaning we’ve given it doesn’t coincide with what the numbers say about it! Forever and most the words like it must measure up to an individuals person’s own interpretation and perspective (a word which ironically DOES have a 3 cycle). A second can feel both like forever or no time at all depending on who is experiencing it.
Hello to you. How are you?! It’s Friday here as I write to you, about 7:52 am. We made the mistake of attempting to walk Link and Spot before 7:30 am. With school having started there are folks walking to and waiting for the school buses, people driving there kids and themselves to school….a bit chaotic. If it’s hard for me, I can’t imagine how difficult it is for Link and Spot with their heightened senses of hearing and smell. So we put a note on our door so we don’t make the same mistake everyday lol. If it was just Kyle and I it wouldn’t be so bad but the dogs don’t handle humans in smaller packaging very well! Nobody looked very happy that we saw. I said a prayer for them as I watched the filing on to the bus – “I hope you have a good day oh and be nice to each other!”
Alvarado is growing and there are a lot of things we need to get worked out as this is happening. I think once the construction in the housing addition is completed we will finally be in a place to do that. When Kyle and I were still going to City Council meetings we told them something is going to have to be done about North Cummings as they were considering more development. North Cummings is the road behind our house and one of the main arteries for the neighborhoods around us. We told them they needed to make another exit for the new addition but they didn’t choose to do that. Now all the roads are really tore up and congested! You can’t just keep putting more traffic on a single lane road and not expect there aren’t going to be problems! Alvarado is right in the middle of Dallas and Ft Worth TX. We thought it would take longer before those cities started to spread out to us, but such is not the case and it’s only been about 9 years! The noise is so bad at times I’ve resorted to wearing ear plugs! Growth is good but you have to be strategic about it and have vision to avoid the mistakes so many other places have made. You have to think about the quality of life of the people you already have living in a place before profit margins.
I had an interesting dream before waking that I know was triggered by seeing a NASA article I am sharing with you. The dream was about staying in a village. I was in an old house looking out an upstairs window. I could see an old man standing in a plowed field and it looked like a black clouded storm was going to blow over the man while he was working. He stayed in the field and when the cloud reached him it seemed to become like black smoke and flowed over him. He bent down into the cloud of smoke and disappeared.
America’s Biggest Problem (14 min 40 sec long – urban sprawl problem – this is what it’s like to live in Alvarado and other small towns near big cities)
It’s not quite a smoking gun, but one could be forgiven for thinking of it that way: a distinctive cloud formation that often signals damaging storms below.
Easily identifiable in satellite imagery, the Above Anvil Cirrus Plume, or AACP, looks like a plume of smoke emanating out from the top of what, in all likelihood, is a serious storm.
“The plume pattern in the imagery instantly tells you without the need for radar or lightning observations or other information that these are the storms you really, really need to look out for,” said Kris Bedka, an atmospheric scientist at NASA’s Langley Research Center in Hampton, Virginia.
The plumes have been a frequent sight over the U.S. this summer as outbreaks of severe weather have raked across the Midwest, bringing high winds, tornadoes and hail with them.
In this still image of the North Dakota storms, jet stream air collides with towering updrafts and forms U-shaped areas of cold temperatures shown in blue. The warmer plumes, which are represented by yellow tints, are visible traveling downstream.
Bedka is studying the AACP phenomenon with colleagues at the University of Oklahoma. Their research is showing that compared to non-plumed storms, plumed storms are significantly more likely to produce high winds, major tornadoes and large hail. In addition, their findings could help weather forecasters provide earlier warnings of severe and tornadic storms not just in the U.S. but around the world.
There are also implications for climate.
“Plume signatures are not only useful for identifying potentially severe storms, but they also represent transport of ice and water vapor into the stratosphere,” said Elisa Murillo, a graduate student at the University of Oklahoma who has collaborated extensively with Bedka on AACP research. “Water vapor is a powerful greenhouse gas, and its presence in the stratosphere has strong impacts on climate.”
The Makings of a Plume
To understand why the plumes are such good indicators of severe weather, it helps to understand the conditions that generate them.
Typical thunderstorms top out at the tropopause, the boundary between the troposphere — the lowest part of Earth’s atmosphere — and the stratosphere. As storm-producing cumulonimbus clouds hit the tropopause their tops flatten out, giving them an anvil-like appearance.
Plumes form when intense updrafts puncture the tropopause and drag cloud tops up into the stratosphere with them. There, racing stratospheric jet-stream winds and powerful updrafts collide.
“You have wind flows exceeding 100 miles an hour at the jet-stream level running into this towering updraft,” said Bedka. “So jet-stream winds are forced to go around.”
As the jet-stream air collides with the updraft, it rises slightly and becomes colder, forming a U- or V-shaped area of cold temperatures.
In May, these plumed storms over northeast Kansas and southern Nebraska produced numerous tornadoes, baseball-sized hail and 80 mph straight-line winds.
The collision between updraft and jet stream also causes a ripple effect and transports cirrus cloud ice downstream to form the plume. Plumes are typically warmer than the underlying anvil cloud because they mix with the air in the stratosphere where temperature warms with height.
Next, they linked that satellite data to radar and lightning data from the same storms. They also compared the timing of plume formation to when severe weather actually occurred and when severe weather warnings were issued by the National Weather Service. What they found was significant.
“We found about 400 plume-producing storms across 13 severe weather outbreaks,” said Bedka, “and in about 100 of them you had a plume appearing 10 minutes before the first warning, potentially providing additional lead time for saving lives and property.”
In a few storms that lead time stretched out even further to about 30 minutes.
The plume-producing storms also generated 14 times more severe weather events per storm than storms without plumes. In addition, 88 percent of EF-2 or greater tornadoes and 86 percent of 2-inch-plus hail reports came from plume-producing storms.
“Identifying this plume feature can be paired with radar observations, routinely available here in the U.S., to improve our warning capabilities,” said Murillo. “In many places across the world where radar data are not as accessible, early identification of AACPs can help improve warnings and severe weather preparedness.”
Kris Bedka, atmospheric scientist at NASA’s Langley Research Center, is studying Above Anvil Cirrus Plumes with colleagues at the University of Oklahoma. Their research could improve storm warning capabilities in the U.S. and around the world.
Credits: NASA/David C. Bowman
Hail, Hail the Cirrus Plume
In terms of cost, storms that drop hail — often storms of the plumed variety — are the most significant.
If they’re big enough, hailstones can shatter glass, dent metal, break shingles and mangle crops. A plumed storm over the Cordoba region of Argentina in February 2018 produced hailstones more than 7 inches in diameter. Hail more than 8 inches in diameter has been recorded over Nebraska and South Dakota in recent years.
Though these extreme hail events are rare, Bedka and colleagues hope their research might add a new dimension to the prediction of the severe storms that generate the most dangerous, expensive weather. They’re already collaborating with other scientists to develop an algorithm to automatically detect plumes in satellite imagery.
“The combination of new satellite information such as that from GOES-16 with radar and lightning observations collected from the ground provides an unprecedented package to unravel and provide advance warning of these complex storms,” said Bedka.
Hello there. How are you doing in your here and now as you visit me here? I hope you are well. Kyle and I didn’t sleep very well last night. One of those toss and turn kind of nights. One of us did dream and it was him for a change. He rarely remembers his dreams too lol. When we were in Half Price Books yesterday he said he had caught a brief glimpse of a book with a title like Treasures of the Olympics. In just one look it was in his dreams. I told him the dream machine is like the enigma to me. Our conscious waking moments are all keys to unlock the dream enigma machine. It takes just the right combination of these keys, sometimes quickly and sometimes over the course of a very long time, to unlock a dream. For me, sometimes it feels like I’m unlocking doors to other people’s minds and or heavens!
Here is the dream he had and I’m thrilled he allowed me to jot it down and share it:
From what he remembers and there are a lot of missing particulars, he went to a tiny island of sand and the American flag was flying there. After he arrived he had to climb some rocks. The ropes to the flag were made of fishing line and all tangled up. Someone was directing them on how to untangle the line. The flag started to rise and then he woke up. He said his view of the dream was like watching the Olympics on television. He said it was because he could see boxes of ads and information on the sides of the screen during what he was watching.
This dream was very symbolic to me. It feels like every time we get a tangle untangled in this country or even world, somebody has to come along and tangle it back up! Kyle is a welder and has said if Texas ever got the Olympics he’d love to be able to help create things for the events. Wouldn’t that be an incredible thing to be part of?!
This mornings drawings with Aretha Franklin and all those in this world who are sick in mind, body and spirit and need a prayer to either get well or have the courage to let go and move on. Drawing helps me manage my feelings about these things. I may not know her directly but I care. Honestly I have not closely kept up with her music and other endeavors but think she is an amazing human being. What a voice! Like the woman in my dream from the other day – too big to contain! I saw articles and pictures about Aretha’s condition yesterday and just couldn’t believe she’s down to just 85 lbs! I hope for her very best. My sentiments are the same for all in this world who are going through what she is right now. I think it’s beautiful she is surrounded by those who love and care about her:
14 Aug 2018 – For Aretha Franklin, “A.F”
14 Aug 2018 – This Metatron’s Cube is for Aretha and anyone in the world who is sick of mind, body and spirit. I added hearts – “Make your heart the center of all your designs.”
Hello! It’s the first day of school for us here in Alvarado TX and I can already hear the train of traffic starting behind the house. Must be some new folks driving to school now – lots of stereo thumping and bass going by. It’s hard to get motivated to go back to school! Even as long ago as that’s been for me, I still remember the feeling. Kind of the same feeling you get on Sunday night before having to go back to work on Monday! “Do I have to go?!”
I was hoping the city would fix the road problem before all this started but they weren’t able to I guess. Between the extreme heat and now the rain and wet I guess it wasn’t possible. Every once in a while we hear a loud thump that sounds like thunder as someone who doesn’t know the divet is there hits it. The dogs are reasonable to freak out about it!
It was 32 years ago today that I joined the Air Force. I was medically retired from being a Personnelist (basically I flew a desk aka I was a secretary) in September 2002. Man I’m getting old but just in numbers lool! I don’t miss that part of my life but I will always miss many of the people I had the honor to work with. It was a great experience to work with people from all walks of life and not care about our differences. We were a team and in many cases close like family. I think of these people often and hope wherever and whenever life has taken them that they are well.
Good things I remember from my time in the military – Base Intramural Champions (Volleyball) 1992 Bitburg Air Base Germany – top left: Tim, Jeff Noxon, Rick Holmes, Nat Ortega, Jeri Lara and Jackie Cammarato (me) Bottom left: Sal Lara, Amy Rickerts, Lonnie Williams and Mike Fiore
This was ironically taken in August 1992! See the Neuschwanstein poster on the wall? Get a load of that brick I was working on for a computer! When I started out we used punch cards and machines that could fill a room. God forbid you dropped the box of cards! This shows you how far and fast we have come with computers.
Last night –
Had a couple of interesting dreams. I’ve been having a lot of them lately. The first one was about being a bird and flying. I flew into a wood where there was a group of people gathered. A woman was telling me to follow the currents. I veered off course but then I saw a flock of birds and started to follow them. I ended up near a woman who changed into a leopard cat. Something about her car getting stuck. I remember seeing the tail lights of a car. Just before I woke from this dream I flew into a brush of nettles – a thorny bushes – and couldn’t find my way out.
The dream before I woke up was interesting. I was trying out for a sports team. I was a tomboy and they could tell. Then I remember being back stage wearing a jacket and had a cigar or something in my mouth. I was confident even with not knowing what song I was going to sing. I went out to a room full of people and started singing about unity and freedom like a black woman might, a very big and powerful voice. The crowd wasn’t sure about me!
Nap yesterday –
12 Aug 2018 – What came to me in my brief time out chalking yesterday. This would be a lovely fountain!
I dreamt I was doing some exercise routine like aerobics outside in the sunshine in front of a tall white house. I could see someone in the top floor window moving/watching me. It wasn’t “me” in the dream. The way I could tell it wasn’t me was I could see my thighs/knees/legs were very thick and muscular. My skin was reddish brown. I was moving very fast, effortless almost like a child might. My hands were smaller. I woke up from this dream hearing Native American singing set to very fast paced electronic dance music.
Changing gears: OWLS! (owls are symbolic of wisdom and learning – which is perfect for folks going back to school today!)
Yesterday I commented on a post by a new WordPress friend Zarbakht. She had shared about her kitty Margo not feeling well and in one of the pictures Margo was sleeping with a Ty Beanie Boo Owl like I have in my collection. Well when I mentioned this, she was very enthusiastic for me to share more about these owls of mine. She apparently is very much in love with owls! I’m not sure if she thought I had real owls, as some people do so I clarified for her the only owls in my possession were of the stuff variety. However, my friend Cindy Knoke (https://cindyknoke.com/?s=owls) is an amazing nature photographer and has captured the image of REAL owls in the wild and near her property!
Anyhew – I love owls too. This is for you Zarbakht!
13 Aug 2018 – Interior decorators will cringe at this sight but these are some of the Beanie Boo’s and other stuffed animals Kyle and I have collected on our mantle in the living room!
13 Aug 2018 – The Beanie Boo’s. The cocker spaniel dog statue was a gift from my brother-in-law Drew after our beloved Sam (Sammy) died on 27 April 2011. The little keychain sized Sammy owl was me missing my Sam. Having the keychain stuffed animal is sometimes helpful for my “public” time.
9 Nov 2017 – I drew this before we decided to watch Blade Runner. I had forgotten about the owl. When I drew this I was just thinking about the TY Boo owls Kyle had bought me. This is a miniature version of Sammy (I have large one also)
Numbers in the Words:
United States Air Force = 232/7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1
Military = 107/8/4/2/1
Computer = 111/3 cycle
Owl = 50/5 divided by 2 = 2.5 = 7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1
Photography = 149/14/5 divided by 2 = 2.5 = 7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1
Public School = 135/9 cycle
Roads = 57/12/3 cycle
School Bus = 114/6/3 cycle
College = 59/14/5 divided by 2 = 2.5 = 7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1
Hello to you in your here and now as you visit me here. Thank you for taking the time. Hopefully visits here are part of the fulfillment aspect of your time in this life.
Time is an illusion with a face and moving hands.
So this morning I got teary, in a good way. We were walking Link and Spot and our neighbor George came out to head to work. We did a cheery exchange of how are you doings like we always do and then I said, “It’s a rough time for a lot of folks” and stopped and looked at me and said, “Is it?” and that made me pause and think, “I like that!” I said. Positive thinking and faith in one phrase. It’s hard times if you believe it and if you focus your thoughts on the difficulties and not the blessings. He said, “We got rain” and I said, “I was out playing in it too, grateful to God for that!”
9 Aug 2018 Through the window screen on rainy afternoon Alvarado TX. This view made me think of a mosaic painting or something with squares of the screen as the tiles.
10 Aug 2018 – My rain watching buddy Link!
As we walked away, I felt myself tearing up at this simple exchange. It was a reminder. My sharing this isn’t to say or negate the fact that life isn’t difficult for too many people. It’s about mindfulness and empowerment – mastering the struggles you are facing on your terms.
Profound quote I found this morning that I had never seen/read before:
I didn’t have a very restful sleep again last night, part of the reason I’m more easily triggered emotionally. I had a couple of weird/troubling dreams. The first dream was of an Asian woman and something about being put in a brothel against her will. The second was of a woman with blonde hair put up on her head. She was wearing a red gown with straps. She almost looked like Sissy Spacek in the movie Carrie (Carrie’s dress started out white). The woman had a long tan arms and there was a red welt on one of them. I don’t know if the welt was a sore or from an injection. She was struggling against someone or something. Then all the sudden she was wrapped in this white latex and looked like one of the featureless wisp people in my drawings. She had a crown of the same white material attached to her head. Then she was put into what looked like a sarcophagus or casing of some kind. As I watched this happening in my dream, it was like she was going to live in it.
More weird from Jackie’s dream theater! I have no idea where this stuff comes from. Sometimes I wonder if I’m walking in someone else’s dream world or they have put their stuff in mine! Most likely it’s just my brain putting together snippets of all the data I’ve been exposed to in my waking world and making a movie. Sometimes I wish my mind would just move things directly to the cutting room floor!
10 Aug 2018 – This is a pyramid my Grandma Becker gave me a very long time ago. She said it has real Egyptian sand in it. I’ve used it as a model for my orgonite and also for the pyramid I made yesterday.
10 Aug 2018 – My friend Stacey recently shared a set up she had for meditation with a gorgeous copper, open pyramid. I decided to try and make one of my own, much smaller scale. I was out of copper so I used up the aluminum I had left. That is an amber bead on top. The ring on the bottom was what I was using to make wire dream catchers. It’s messy but was fun to put together. I told Kyle I want him to make me one, he said he’s probably make it out of steel. Anyhew! The hot glue gun queen strikes again lol.
10 Aug 2018 – I’m using it in my setup next to my bed that has GANS, coils, orgonite and crystals.
10 Aug 2018 – top view.
10 Aug 2018 – This is me thinking about capturing particles to include dark matter for energy.
7 Aug 2015 – These two together seemed appropriate! The Tree of Life was an anniversary gift from Kyle when he was in welding school! The Tree is our theme for anniversaries and I love this.
I often eavesdrop to random voices roaming in the air. Some leave bruises on my eyelids due to the frequent wiping of tears. They have a saddening picture. Others stimulate endless smiles. Some would like to remain unidentified. All in all, I love to narrate stories of the sad, happy and mysterious voices.