This one is quite interesting. I was sent a URL from my friend Trish in England. It was all about what is called Wingmakers. A group of time traveling beings from the Pleiades and claiming to be from our future as well as having �planted� the seeds of humanity on earth. The things that are so interesting are as follows:
1: I waited to open the URL until I was finished with my second reading of the book �In search of Schrodinger�s Cat� by John Gribbin. The book is all about Quantum Theory and I found myself particularly interested in how light can travel either way in time. At the website the Wingmakers say that they take the appearance of �beings of light� when they time travel.
2: There is a direct significance to the number 23 on the website. The cave complex supposedly found has 23 chambers. This is also the number of human chromosome pairs, though this may or may not have any relevance.
3: In the philosophy section there is a reference to �the Mirror�. Mirror is many times put in single quotes. This of course makes me think of my beloved friend Mira who goes by the name Mirror online. The philosophy is much along the lines of what she and I discussed in our many talks and I met her in the Force forums on 7/23/99.
So there it is. Is it yet another clue in the ongoing mystery of my existence or can it be just another simple coincidence? Somehow I doubt the latter. Too many things that intertwine in my life happen in this manner. Which is one reason for this particular journal.
Saturday September 23, 2000
Just a little thing today. This one I didn�t really think about much as it is a common example of the daily occurrences for me. It involves myself and a fly. The meeting for the O.A.T.�s was today and while over at Steven and Gary�s house, Steven, Dennis and I were sitting in the back yard enjoying conversation. This pesky fly kept landing on my leg and was annoying me. I kept shooing it away, but it would return again and again. The fly (I believe the same one) then flew up and landed on the table. Here is the strange part. As I looked at it I felt the urge to touch it. I in no way wanted to harm it and I put my hand on the table, moving my finger toward it. At first it flew a bit away from me. Then on the second attempt, I put my hand down with my finger pointing to it and �focused� on it�s being. Oddly enough the little guy walked right over (about four inches� and hopped onto my finger. I moved my hand up toward my face and looked directly at the fly, who looked directly back at me. A few moments later he flew off, not to bother me again after that. So was this odd behavior for the little critter, or was there something more going on? I know that my spirit was in a state of love or appreciation of it. I looked at it and subconsciously was thinking what a marvel it was that this little creature had such mobility and animation of life. And even though he was bothering me, I respected this life form�s right to life as much as my own in that moment. Well, that�s today�s story anyway.
