The Silence

Ive never experienced this kind of silence in nature outside of winter snow or at least not for long. I have had crickets get scared of my presence and grow silent breifly but its very brief so not enough i get creeped out. However i have had heard the eerie silence in my house before. Nothing interesting there but i will get to the point. The "advanced silence" as i sometimes call it is more of a type of white noise I think. You see when i heard it in my house it was caused by having my tv on. The thing is my tv was on mute. This is when i used to have a CRT tv. These types of tvs build up a lot of static electricity. Point is i think a sort of creepy silence can be caused by different types of electric currents in the atmosphere. That and of course as someone mentioned animals can grow quiet when they get scared sometimes. I cant say what you experienced is coincidence or this Oz Factor spoken of here or some freaky energy spot but if it is either this is an atmospheric change by a ufo in the vacinity or a natural energy path in the area of some kind.

Could someone with better knowledge could clarify if i am right to think electricity can effect air particles in a way ita alters how things sound?

a reply to: skunkape23

Owls are known for being around supernatural type events.

I recall another time, when I was 15, living just beside the sea and the big Georgian window was right at the end of the room, it was summer and the curtains were open, it was night and as I was laying in bed when a huge owl appeared and hovered in front of the window for, it seemed like minutes like but was probably about 10 or 20 seconds, it was just staring, making eye contact, it felt surreal.

Recently on the way to Oxford my eyes caught some huge eyes in the road verge, it was a main road, it looked like a super tall cat but was an eagle owl just sitting there, in the long grass at the side of the road, it also kept eye contact, which felt a bit weird.

The owl in the Avebury abduction experience also seemed huge and again, was a weird precursor to an even weirder event, the events felt connected.

I since researched a bit about owls and abductions and it seems it is a known thing.

a reply to: skunkape23

It would be interesting to hear about those UFO sightings.

a reply to: theabsolutetruth

Mike Clelland frequently writes about the owl and paranormal connections. Here's a Clelland essay on owls.

a reply to: theabsolutetruth

Great stuff there

I wrote about some similar stuff in my sig thread. I have never read any of that before, so its very interesting to see others have similar understanding. I'm not crazy after all! [that's debatable]

a reply to: Kandinsky

Thanks. Interesting, still reading it.

Another kind of odd synchronicity, I am an artist and a few months ago drew these drawings on the same night, and another of the top of the Tower of London, the life drawing figure is similar to the alien picture from the blog, which I hadn't read before, nor seen the picture, and the topiary like the alien's eyes.

It's kind of weird and it isn't deliberate but often my artwork, after completion and sometimes a while after, I realise is shaped like a UFO I seen or relates in some way to abduction experience.

My drawings



Blog drawing

I have the same shaped tattoo on my chest (crouched figure) and a carved figure the same.
I also recall writing a short story entitled 'the owl' written around the time the incident happened, I'll search for a few pieces

a reply to: zardust

Thanks.

Just read your opening post, interesting, it covers a lot of the things I often talk about on ATS.

It isn't craziness, the very words, letters and numbers are all joined in arcane wisdom, the mysteries of the ancients and before, the very foundations of society that IMO are gradually being revealed in their true form towards the great awakening to the TRUTH.

It is fascinating and great that such knowledge is being revealed.

a reply to: Kandinsky

wow wow and wow
I used to feed them for a friend - they would just take food right out of my hand

like all jigsaws, it get bigger as the picture gets clearer ... alien contact/abduction wasn't something I'd considered before

a reply to: theabsolutetruth

Here is the main post www.abovetopsecret.com... where I write about this, though its pepper through a few others. One of the main drivers for that thread was the alphabet, but it morphed into something else. I was originally going to show a relationship between the alphabet development and theology, but got sidetracked (which happens a lot). Maybe I'll get back on that trail again later.

BTW I was referring to Genesis 1:1 when saying I had never read that before. I've obviously read about the meanings of letters and such. The interpretation of Gen 1:1 is something I have been meditating over for a while now, given as a revelation.

a reply to: theabsolutetruth

I like the nude, is it pen and ink or pencil? Drawing used to be a pastime of mine until a few years ago. No doubt it'll call me back in the future.

You might be interested to know that Mike McClennan is also an illustrator...

The synchronicities pop up all over the place and are a particular theme of McClellan's. A couple of years ago, I teased a researcher about getting carried away with seeing them. Within a couple of months, I was very unsettled to find that I was seeing them in my own life and didn't enjoy it at all. There was a crescendo by early 2012 that encouraged me to ground myself again and avoid such subjects altogether.

Whatever all that was about, it left a little more appreciation for the experiences of others.

don't ask me where I've seen the information, but some time ago, I read that there are certain places, (more than you think) where the resonant frequency of a certain geographical place is in balance. a natural setting, where sound waves cancel each other out or are extremely diminished.

Thanks.

I mostly use dip pen and my own ink blends for ink drawings though these are Staedtler Lumocolor on professional spray painted 300gsm paper.

Certainly plenty of synchronicity happening here.

I have tried avoiding these things but they just keep reappearing so I accept them now.

There sure are a lot of people having similar experiences.

originally posted by: Kandinsky
a reply to: theabsolutetruth

I like the nude, is it pen and ink or pencil? Drawing used to be a pastime of mine until a few years ago. No doubt it'll call me back in the future.

You might be interested to know that Mike McClennan is also an illustrator...

The synchronicities pop up all over the place and are a particular theme of McClellan's. A couple of years ago, I teased a researcher about getting carried away with seeing them. Within a couple of months, I was very unsettled to find that I was seeing them in my own life and didn't enjoy it at all. There was a crescendo by early 2012 that encouraged me to ground myself again and avoid such subjects altogether.

Whatever all that was about, it left a little more appreciation for the experiences of others.

a reply to: zardust

The formation of alphabets and the esoteric wisdom of their origins is certainly interesting.

There have been a few threads about it over the years, here is something I wrote about it on a thread a few years ago.

www.abovetopsecret.com...

I guess the first books of the bibles are the best place to start learning about alphabet, there is a lot of information to learn, more than a lifetimes study.

"The owls are not always what they seem to be."

This is a painting I did after ingesting a species of cactus with some interesting alkaloids.

originally posted by: Kandinsky
a reply to: theabsolutetruth

Mike Clelland frequently writes about the owl and paranormal connections. Here's a Clelland essay on owls.

I just finished reading that piece. I got a tingle. There are no owls known as big as the one my friend and I saw. There is a large horned owl that regularly hangs out at my place. It is less than a foot tall. It strikes me as odd that I would walk past one the size of the one I saw without sharting my undies. That thing could have eaten a small child. Combine that sighting with the sound vacuum, and I can't help but suspect that something very odd was happening.
It also happened on a trail in a state park that was blocked off...for no obvious reason.
We saw the "trail closed" sign and thought it would be a good place to get away from everyone else.
I believe, if my memory serves me correctly, it was near the Pilant Slough area on this map.
www.tpwd.state.tx.us...

a reply to: Kandinsky
Following is one of the more memorable moments of my life…involving an owl (or – Two).
If going this route seems to detract from the direction/flow of the thread, please let me know (in sufficient time), and I will remove/amend it…
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Nov/2005…something happened to me…in the middle of the desert…mud-logging an 18,000' well…

I normally worked a 24-hour shift…was relieved, then relieved my reliever…who was also the one I relieved (usually)…for another 24…

The well was nearing completion…five-hundred-or-so feet to go…and, it was the time of the year when my reliever took his annual 2 or 3 week vacation…
The morning I was to relieve him for the last time before he vacated…he called and said I should come prepared for two…or even three days…without relief…and the well should be complete (as far as we were concerned).

I got frisky…and took changes of clothes, food & drink…for 5 days…

It turned into 11 days…

Most of those days, I sat, doing nothing but…wait…as they would lose a drill bit…and have to fish…or motors would go out…tripping-out to change bits…and gaining no progress with the new bit…and tripping to change again..."Sour Egg Gas" alarms sounding…sending everyone to their vehicles…upwind…waiting to see if the high priest's bell would stop tolling… …etc…

Much of my days were spent walking around the grated work-site…on its perimeters…often including walks into the mesquite and cactus that surrounded on all sides…

Sometimes, throughout the day…I'd get glimpses of these two very small owls…that generally stayed two-hundred feet or more from the perimeter of the brush…

At night, though, I could almost always see at least one of them…playing among the bushes nearest the grated perimeter…

I wanted to see them…up close… So, I started talking to them…every time I would see them…even if they were too far to hear me…I believed…they knew…I was looking at them…

I had a number of books…of various genres (mostly - non-fiction)…writing tablets…and my laptop…

It was pretty cool at night…in the trailer…

I had just finished watching some religious shows…but…was at the climax…(didn't know it at the time)…of an intense quest…and was writing it out…as I went…

All the answers…I had found…seemed to be pointing at…one…question…

I asked… …

But…before answering…since this was the kind of question that my religion taught…might end my life…I reconsidered…over and over and over…whether…to give an honest answer…

Because…I believed…if my honest answer…was wrong…God could kill me.

So – hedging my bet…I prayed - "If You love me…and would send me to Hell…for honestly answering that I don't believe…that story…then…I'm ready…"

I wrote my answer…

My heart began to palpitate…like it was coming out of my throat…or stomach…
I couldn't breathe…
Other symptoms of heart attack…overtook me…in a growing spasm…

I was in the Mud-logging trailer…away from everyone…no-one could have heard me call…

I did not want to kill my laptop…but couldn't find a way…to get out of the old recliner…and…with a heave, I tried to push the laptop from my lap to the coffee table directly in front (didn't make it)…knocking over a mostly-full mug of coffee…and with the same motion…tried rolling out of the chair…hoping to roll to one of the doors…etc…

As I hit the floor, in a roll…I recall thinking - "If You're going to kill me for this…I want to be standing up…outside…"

I rolled to the westernmost door…managed to get the screen door open…but couldn't reach up, again, to the outer doorknob…so, I rocked into the door…it burst open…and I tumbled down the steps…to the dirt…

While tumbling down the steps…I tried to see if anyone might have seen…but…only got glimpses…of the areas where such sightings might occur… before coming to a stop…

I lay for…I don't know how long…

No-one saw…or came…

My left side continued to say I was dying…
So…I tried massaging it…with my right hand……trying to soothe the muscles around my chest…neck, shoulder, arm…wrist…hand… …
I wasn't having much success…and was wishing someone could help rub below my left shoulder…and was trying every way I could to reach that huge knot…

At some point…I gave up, trying…
I couldn't do anything…I thought I'd just wait until someone found me…or I died.

I do not recall what happened next…or when it happened…only that the next thing I do recall, was… standing up …brushing the dirt off…and starting to cry.

I didn't want to be anywhere-near…inside…anything…

So - I walked to the furthest tip of cleared land…with no residual pain…and virtually forgetting the preceding trauma…

I saw one of the two small owls flying just above the mesquite…and then, alighting on the end of a stack of pipes…a little further to the west, and about 50 to 100 yards to my right (north).

I don't know how long I stood…watching… But…was so happy to see it…and, I asked…in normal voice, (the owl could not have heard…with drilling resumed) "May I look?"

The owl began adjusting its perch – preparing to take flight…and, unbelievably, it began flying directly toward me…
It was coming pretty fast.
I was getting ready to duck for cover, thinking it might actually strike or claw/talon me – but, instead – about 10 feet away, its progress stopped, and it went into a hovering flutter about 5 feet higher than my head…
It continued to hover, letting me view its breast, belly and fluttering wings.
I spoke to it – primarily thanking it for the view, and saying how beautiful it was…
I began to grow anxious about what was actually happening – as this was way beyond my understanding of how the world works…
I broke gaze…and – it flew off into the darkness.

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Back on topic --- I have wondered if we (humans) don’t have some internal noise-cancelling mechanism…like some recent improvements in headphones…
How many times I’ve lain in bed – with the alarm sounding constantly for 15+ minutes…
How many times the timer/clock on the oven goes off…and you don’t notice (because you are reading or thinking about something else) ‘til the smell of burning food pulls you out of the daze…
In part – I think the OP takes this to another level…that is not explained by such a ‘mechanism’ …since, one is questioning ‘The Silence’ in the midst of it all… Nevertheless – it may be something to consider.

originally posted by: jimmyx
don't ask me where I've seen the information, but some time ago, I read that there are certain places, (more than you think) where the resonant frequency of a certain geographical place is in balance. a natural setting, where sound waves cancel each other out or are extremely diminished.

I wonder if it could possibly be a natural thing that somehow operates on the principles of this weapon.
The silence gun.

"The gun operates based on the concept of delayed auditory feedback. An attached microphone picks up the sound being made by the target and plays it back 0.2 seconds later. The effect is incredibly confusing to the human brain, making it all but impossible to talk or hold a conversation. The device doesn't cause the person it's being used on any physical harm — it simply messes with their head."


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originally posted by: skunkape23
"The owls are not always what they seem to be."

This is a painting I did after ingesting a species of cactus with some interesting alkaloids.

Whoa, I had some interesting visuals but nothing like that. Did you take artistic license with that rendering?

originally posted by: olaru12
...Whoa, I had some interesting visuals but nothing like that. Did you take artistic license with that rendering?

Well - skunkape did say - a species of cactus... I'm thinking...the WHOLE SPECIES!
Yeah - impressive digestive tract, there.