…it’s been a week.  Some things I forgot that I wanted to post in the other blog–

So to add to the already stressed-out stuff going on…the truck was smacked into the day after I moved into the motel.

I was stopped in traffic.  I normally keep an eye out for those behind me, but this day I was focused on what was in front of me.  Then out of nowhere BOOM!  The force struck so hard that everything on the dash flew off.  (I have been drying my grapefruit rinds on the dash to make cleaner with.  And the maps flew off as well…).  There was no warning as there were no squealing tires before the sickening thud…

…so my guess is that the young man was texting or talking on his phone.  Either way, he was not paying attention and he was going waaay too fast to impact the truck as badly as he did.  He hit so hard that the frame was bent and the bumper and trailer hitch were pushed down 2 inches.

To make it worse, we have the same insurance as he does.  It will be interesting to see if they give a fair settlement.

So, yeah, that just added to already jumbled nerves.  A Good Heart came over to me and comforted me.  I was nearly in hysterics because it was just one more thing.  She said that she saw the accident just before impact.  It always amazes me when stuff like that happens — like her Guardian whispered in her ear that an accident was about to happen and she started towards the road.

I knew that my broken leg was pushed forward into the truck from the force and I was really worried that the impact had re-injured it.  Fortunately, I had an appt with the doc the next day.  They x-rayed it, and it was okay.  But they put a new cast on and I have six more weeks until I see the doc.

The Owl

So I was thinking about this– the Native folk see the owl as a warning that something bad is about to happen.  There is a saying they have “I heard the owl call my name” meaning that they were about to die.

And the owl has really been put everywhere in recent years.  It reminds me of the 70s when the owl suddenly started popping up everywhere then, too.  We had owls on kitchen flour canisters, on lamps, salt and pepper shakers, and on macrame which was hugely popular at the time.  The owl was basically everywhere.

Now in the 70s, before things went sour, it truly was a time of trying to find peace and compassion and things we had in common with one another instead of like now where people are acting in terrible ways…it truly was a time of love and Jesus was a big part of that.  Religious people began using drugs because they were told it would bring them closer to God.  I am serious.  It was touted as a way to lose one’s inhibitions.  But it was satan, using the powerful yearning for being close to God, as a way to fool people into doing something that was bad for their bodies and would interfere with their connection to God, not enhance it.

So, with that knowledge, the owl is said to represent a god that one must sacrifice children to…if you want to know more, look up Bohemian Grove on youtube.  One of the rituals they did there was burn an owl effigy to worship this god of theirs.  Burning babies alive is another way to get power from this god…which is really satan.

So I find it more than just a coincidence that the owl is now very prominent as it was in the 70s.  Like it is being used as a subliminal threat…?

And an interesting thing happened the first couple weeks I was here–

I was parked in my truck for the night in a downtown area.

Not long after dark, I heard an owl hooting.  And I said to myself, I wonder if the owl is calling my name?

Later that same night, something odd happened that I still wonder what exactly happened:  Something made a noise that I still cannot identify, and swooped down to the truck.  Now my first thought was that it was this owl.  But the noise I heard was different — it was not hooting — and whatever it was had enough weight to slightly rock the truck.

I was asleep when this happened, so I had to get up to a sitting position before I could see what it was — which is really hard when you are in a tight spot and have to negotiate a cast.  So it took me a couple minutes to get up, and by that time, whatever it was had disappeared.

I do believe because of the unnatural noise it made that it was supernatural and most likely a demon sent to scare me off.