Just Saw My First Owl - Screen Memory?

[Jerky]

http://www.pauldfrost.co.uk/intro_o2.html

[Luther Blissett]

Very avid lifelong birdwatchers here. Is there something to us?

[NaturalMystik]

Interesting thread... I do feel there is some esoteric nature to the owl. I once had a strange visit to the woods. I was scoping out some land, and was first greeted by a very aggressively waving fern along the property line. There was no wind, it was out of place, but seemed like a very welcoming wave hello. I took some photos of the area and received a strange visual anomaly, I tried to retake the photo a couple times but the same anomaly occurred 2 or 3 times in a row. Image posted below. Shortly after I took the strange photo, I was greeted by a massive great owl swooping through the woods just feet away. An image I'll never forget. It wasn't until I got home later and looked at the strange photo, that I got a few chills.

To me the photo looks or gives me the feeling of an aboriginal shaman, possibly even in an owl like pose. The area does have an aboriginal history, and to me it felt like a huge sign that I belonged there and was welcome.

Synchronicity, coincidence, pareidolia, wishful thinking? Sure all of the above. Or maybe more...

If it feels right, go with it...


^^ the 'purple mist' wasn't actually there, and my camera never took another photo like that after that time

[Hunter]

This happens to me all the time and I dont understand it either, I mean seriously ALL THE TIME. I will think about a friend I have not seen in YEARS, something will spark a memory and the next day there they are at the grocery store. An old song I have not heard in years will come to mind, within a few hours it will play on my radio. I will read an article about a certain strange symbol and within a day driving down the road I will see that symbol on some business sign. Every damn day this happens, it is quite an interesting phenom.

[brainpanhandler]

1) Visualize a quarter vividly, and imagine vividly that you are going to find the quarter on the street. Then, look for the quarter every time you take a walk, meanwhile continuing to visualize it. See how long it takes to find the quarter.

About fifteen years ago I was a little short on money, and decided to start just looking for it on the ground as I walked the seven blocks or so between my studio and home.

It took about three days to find the first single one-dollar bill in a parking lot, then less then a week to spot a wad of bills on the sidewalk (turned out to be only $4 but hey), and a few days later a $5 bill lying in an alley I cut through, as if it was one of the autumn leaves piled against the buildings.

I rated the exercise a success, but my financial situation improved and I forgot about looking for money on the ground. But it seems to turn up there when you need it, and look for it.

My first street vending job was for a gypsy leather goods maker. He'd tell me, "There's always money on the floor, you just have to look for it". I have never found any large sums but it is an occasionally fruitful exercise: the most recent was finding a fiver in a paperback book that did not quite make it into the charity bin it was aimed at. I picked it up to check the title and the money fell out...

What was the title of the book?

[brainpanhandler]

1) Visualize a quarter vividly, and imagine vividly that you are going to find the quarter on the street. Then, look for the quarter every time you take a walk, meanwhile continuing to visualize it. See how long it takes to find the quarter.

About fifteen years ago I was a little short on money, and decided to start just looking for it on the ground as I walked the seven blocks or so between my studio and home.

It took about three days to find the first single one-dollar bill in a parking lot, then less then a week to spot a wad of bills on the sidewalk (turned out to be only $4 but hey), and a few days later a $5 bill lying in an alley I cut through, as if it was one of the autumn leaves piled against the buildings.

One of the best places to look for paper money is along chain link fences at ball/parks, especially where the leaves/trash gather.

I once found two $10 bills and a $5 bill in a creek that emptied out of a public swimming pond. The first one I found was unidentifiable looking through the water at it, but for some reason I felt compelled to reach all the way down to the bottom of the creek, my face just above the water. It wasn't til I pulled it out that I knew it was a bill.

Mythic, I reckon in your case the owl was just an owl. I'd be less certain about that if, say, you'd gone outside at 10pm and going back in noticed that it was 4am. (Someday maybe I'll post a friend's account of his and his whole family's experience of 'missing time' and the whole nine yards of abduction earmarks.)

Maybe not a screen memory, but who knows.

[82_28]

Very avid lifelong birdwatchers here. Is there something to us?

I guess it's the phrase "birds of a feather flock together". Growing up I always just chalked it up to "some term" your grandpa used or something. But now I understand what it actually means and the origin of that phrase would definitely point to open minded humans have always gazed upon birds and them upon us. Seattle is basically a strip of flightpath since it is so narrow. I always wonder what the birds think of the planes overhead because I'll be out watching birds and then yet another plane comes in and then I existentially ask the question of do they notice "us".

Birds of a feather flock together is an apt term I guess for us that still populate this place. We should re-name it birds.ca or some shit now.

[82_28]

For some reason "Limelight" by Rush popped to mind reading and responding to this thread. Then I remembered this:

[Mythic Time]

What fascinates me is trying to watch the hummingbirds near me. They're light speed! As soon as you see a few, then you don't, then you do, then you don't. They're so impossibly small and fast -- which we all know, but jesus, amazing little critters.

I want one.

Hummingbird Medicine = Joy

http://scottfoglesong.printandwebdesign ... hummer.pdf

[Searcher08]

Interesting thread... I do feel there is some esoteric nature to the owl. I once had a strange visit to the woods. I was scoping out some land, and was first greeted by a very aggressively waving fern along the property line. There was no wind, it was out of place, but seemed like a very welcoming wave hello. I took some photos of the area and received a strange visual anomaly, I tried to retake the photo a couple times but the same anomaly occurred 2 or 3 times in a row. Image posted below. Shortly after I took the strange photo, I was greeted by a massive great owl swooping through the woods just feet away. An image I'll never forget. It wasn't until I got home later and looked at the strange photo, that I got a few chills.

To me the photo looks or gives me the feeling of an aboriginal shaman, possibly even in an owl like pose. The area does have an aboriginal history, and to me it felt like a huge sign that I belonged there and was welcome.

Synchronicity, coincidence, pareidolia, wishful thinking? Sure all of the above. Or maybe more...

If it feels right, go with it...


^^ the 'purple mist' wasn't actually there, and my camera never took another photo like that after that time

I felt a soul-shiver when reading that.

There is something of great wisdom, power and beauty that is seeking a connection with you there.
Impressions... the spirit of the place has something to offer you, gifts that will be helpful to you, perhaps not immediately but later in your life. It also needs your help, but you will need to be persistent about what it is - had a very strong image of a very giving being, who is suffering silently in some way.

Androcles and The Lion

The earliest form of the story is found in the fifth book of Aulus Gellius's 2nd century Attic Nights.[2] The author relates there a story told by Apion in his lost work Aegyptiacorum ("Wonders of Egypt"), the events of which Apion claimed to have personally witnessed in Rome. In this version, Androcles is given the Latin name of Androclus, a runaway slave of a former Roman consul administering a part of Africa. He takes shelter in a cave, which turns out to be the den of a wounded lion. He removes a large thorn from the animal's foot pad, forces pus from the infected wound, and bandages it. As a result, the lion recovers and becomes tame toward him, acting like a domesticated dog, including wagging its tail and bringing home game that it shares with the slave.

After several years, the slave eventually craves a return to civilization, resulting in his imprisonment as a fugitive slave and condemnation to be devoured by wild animals in the Circus Maximus of Rome. In the presence of an unnamed emperor, presumably either Caligula or Claudius,[3] the most imposing of these beasts turns out to be the same lion, which again displays its affection toward the slave. The emperor pardons the slave on the spot, in recognition of this testimony to the power of friendship, and he is left in possession of the lion. Apion then continues

Afterwards we used to see Androclus with the lion attached to a slender leash, making the rounds of the tabernae throughout the city; Androclus was given money, the lion was sprinkled with flowers, and everyone who met them anywhere exclaimed, "This is the lion, a man's friend; this is the man, a lion's doctor".[4][5]

Meanwhile, after the deep, there is the hilarious


@bph I keep giggling at that throw-away line. Terrible, shocking punnage

[Twyla LaSarc]

What was the title of the book?

I do not remember. It was only a few months ago... It was a compilation of dark cyber/steam/ribopunk sci-fi and I was drawn in by Paul Di Fillipo being one of the contributors, but the stories were (IMO) rather dull and self-indulgent as if written by gifted high schoolers to shock by their bleak imagery and lack of normal story flow. I left it (sans the 5 bucks) at a local kiosk set up for book and magazine exchange a few weeks later.

[Twyla LaSarc]

Interesting thread... I do feel there is some esoteric nature to the owl. I once had a strange visit to the woods. I was scoping out some land, and was first greeted by a very aggressively waving fern along the property line. There was no wind, it was out of place, but seemed like a very welcoming wave hello. I took some photos of the area and received a strange visual anomaly, I tried to retake the photo a couple times but the same anomaly occurred 2 or 3 times in a row. Image posted below. Shortly after I took the strange photo, I was greeted by a massive great owl swooping through the woods just feet away. An image I'll never forget. It wasn't until I got home later and looked at the strange photo, that I got a few chills.

To me the photo looks or gives me the feeling of an aboriginal shaman, possibly even in an owl like pose. The area does have an aboriginal history, and to me it felt like a huge sign that I belonged there and was welcome.

Synchronicity, coincidence, pareidolia, wishful thinking? Sure all of the above. Or maybe more...

If it feels right, go with it...


^^ the 'purple mist' wasn't actually there, and my camera never took another photo like that after that time

That is just too cool.

[NaturalMystik]

I felt a soul-shiver when reading that.

There is something of great wisdom, power and beauty that is seeking a connection with you there.
Impressions... the spirit of the place has something to offer you, gifts that will be helpful to you, perhaps not immediately but later in your life. It also needs your help, but you will need to be persistent about what it is - had a very strong image of a very giving being, who is suffering silently in some way.

Thanks for your impressions Searcher, your intuitions resonate. I feel like I am needed/welcomed as a steward or protector. During my meditations there, I'm able to feel a strong connection through the earth. It seems like there may be more insights to be gained.

-- edit --

sidebar: the first time I camped out there, I was on my own and some Owls moved in after dark. There had to be at least three of them around. I felt like one of the little rascals jumping everytime there was a noise. I don't care what anyone says Owls are a little creepy at night until you get to know them... Whooooo?

[zangtang]

Mirrorshades?
there is a Di Fillipo one called 'stone lives'

https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=mirro ... 20&bih=967

[Nordic]

I was an avid birdwatcher growing up also. I kept lists, drew them, found and raised a lot of baby birds. When I was 12 I raised a European Kestrel. I'm still fascinated by them. I've never quite understood it but looking at, say, a Peregrine falcon is just one of the great pleasures I know.

My mother was obsessed with owls. She collected various representations of them and once for a gift I drew her a very detailed drawing of one.

We also had a strange nocturnal experience when I was a child which I remember them explaining as "just owls". I slept through part of it, or something. I think I ended up on the floor of the car. Or something. I've never really wanted to know what really happened that night although I am very curious.