Astrology has always been followed by most although 99% of those very people would not admit to it. I’ll bet you read your horoscope almost daily, don’t you? Me too.
Quite by accident and don’t ask me how this happened, I met an astrologer. He offered to do my birth chart. So, I wrote him thinking I’d either never hear from him or that he was full of hooey.
I was wrong on both counts. I heard from him, he asked me some detailed questions about my time and place of birth, etc. About a week later, he was back with two charts. One was the North Indian format of Vedic astrologers. The other, the Tropical chart of western astrologers. Along with that came a run-down of what my life had been and where it’s going.
I know you want to know about yours, too. Well, start by going to his website http://www.navamsa.com then see for yourself. Nobody will know about this, so don’t worry about seeming superstitious. Your secret is safe.
Last Saturday, I guess it was, when we had the famous 07 07 07 date. On that day, we were out shopping. While we were in our favourite bedding store, one of the salesgirls broke out in laughter. She had been listening to the radio. It seems that somebody at the racetrack had bet $777.00 on the number 7 horse – and it came in 7th. God, I bet they didn’t expect that one. Well, we sure had a good laugh at their expense. Seems it was also the busiest day for weddings. Nothing but good luck will befall the happy couples.
This Friday will be the 13th. Every Friday the 13th, the bikers have a convention in Port Dover. I, along with two other girls from the camera club will be going. We leave at 5AM to get there by 7AM. Shortly after that, the police close the road to car traffic and only motocyles are allowed. It should be an interesting photo shoot. I hope.
On one of my travels in the ’60’s, I had occasion to spend a night at a motel in Montego Bay. It was a well appointed room although rather like any Holiday Inn anywhere in North America. Instead of glass window panes, they had wooden louvres. There were two beds, separated by a night table – a bathroom and clothes closet. I chose the bed by the window. Having driven for hours over Mount Diablo, I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
I’m guessing it was around 3 AM, when low murmurings awoke me. You know the kind – like when a group of people are gathered and are speaking quietly to each other. (That type of murmur used to put me to sleep when I was a child.) As I was lying on my right side facing the louvres, I saw the grey night sky peering through the openings between the wooden slats. The murmuring continued. I rolled on my back and half sat up.
I saw four men standing in a circle, talking, smiling and softly chuckling, much like you’d see at a cocktail party. They were illuminated as if the overhead light by the door were on. One of the men was blond, one was Spanish looking, one was brown-skinned and one was quite tall and thin and of very dark complexion. The Spanish looking gent turned his eyes to me, smiled and said, “Look, she’s awake”. The others turned and looked my way. I got out of bed and walked towards them, in my mind ready to tell them to get the hell out, when that same man asked, “Tell me, Miss Ornig, do you believe in ghosts?”
“Of course not. Idiot”, I thought to myself – and then I looked at each of them, one by one, as they smiled back at me. It occurred to me, “What if they are? Could it be?”. Utter terror suddenly washed over me. An icy chill ran through me. I felt a sudden cramp in my gut so sharp, I let out a groan. I doubled over and, as I was about to collapse on the floor, the thin man grabbed my right upper arm to keep me from keeling over.
I was awkened by the sound of low murmurings and as I opened my eyes slightly, I saw the gray night sky peering between the slats of the louvres. I decided not to roll on my back. I closed my eyes again.
I woke a third time. I saw the gray night sky peering between the slats of the louvres. This time it was quiet. No murmurs. I rolled on my back and the room was dark and empty. I fell back asleep.
The next day I lunched on lobster salad at a nearby hotel and relayed my experience to another lunch guest, a local gent. I described each man as I had remembered him from the night before. The gentleman smiled sadly and said he knew them. The blond one had been his friend.
The four had been liquor salesmen working for J. Wray and Nephew. Whenever they called on the hotels in Montego Bay, they stayed at that motel. One night, two years prior, they were hacked to death by a crazed mob of Rastafarians. They had set the gas station across the street on fire and, when the men came out of their rooms to see what the commotion was about, they attacked them with machetes and killed them all.
He was glad to hear that, in my vision, they appeared happy.
The palm trees swayed to a gentle noon-day breeze. My blood ran cold. I feared the night.
Last Sunday I watched a lot of television. Why, you ask? Well, I’ll tell ya. I got hooked on the UFO documentaries. I just couldn’t tear myself away. Beautiful day outside but I stayed in – glued to the TV.
What impressed me were the many reports given by pilots, NASA and the like. Wow – although a lot of it was either simulated or just lots of lights in the night sky. But it was the reports from the planes’ black-boxes that so intrigued me. These guys were not crazy, drunk or hallucinating – they were alert and aware. So, what were these objects in the sky?
The reports went on to say that they appeared after WWII. It was after this time that the reports started pouring in. But I have evidence that something was going on way before then. The following is an excerpt from the diary of Meredith Conn of Tyrconnell, Ontario, Canada. You can view his actual handwritten journal in the historical library of St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
“April 29th, 1859. About eight o’clock p.m., there appeared in the east, near the horizon, a luminous spot in the firmament. It moved slowly toward the west, and increased in size, until it seemed opposite my place of residence. It then seemed to be stationary. It had, by this time, increased to an enormous size. To the naked eye, it seemed to be about a mile in length, broad in the centre and ending in a narrow point at both extremities, very near the shape of a parabolic spindle. It was very brilliant and it was a heavenly evening. The sky was very clear, the stars shone very bright and there was not a cloud to be seen. The phenomenon lasted about an hour from its first appearance and then vanished. At this time, I had never heard of, or seen, such a long curved streak or body of light. It resembled a deep reflection from some luminous body of fire or electricity. My mind was deeply impressed with its appearance – coming from the east, going to the west and stopping near the zenith where I was.”
Being the religious fella that he was, he felt it was a sign from God to examine his soul. Well, maybe. Or maybe it was an alien ship hovering over the land. Or maybe there is a scientific explanation of this particular phenomenon. If you know something about this, let’s have it.