Golden Eagle Manzanita Oaks

Guided Pictorial Tour of House & Grounds


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The quarter mile drive up to the house and property called GEMO for short (see title) on six hillside acres of quiet private country gravel road about a quarter mile from paved Love Creek Road, can seem a little challenging in wet winter weather or when the initial part that ramps up from Love Creek, needs grading after a summer of traffic, but there are lovely views out to the Stanislaus River Canyon and surrounding ridges all along the way. The property itself fronts the road (Harmony Lane) for several hundred feet with a branch road across the lower portion to the new solar-powered well, water storage tanks and RV parking flat. The driveway up to the house intersects the secondary road and is about a hundred feet long and a bit steep, but an all-wheel or 4-wheel drive vehicle with mud and snow tires is best suited to navigate the local environs in any event if one is going to seriously think of living out in the country here, particularly full time in winter, but it is a minor difficulty compared to many rustic locations—the graveled Harmony Lane has mostly been well maintained by the local residents here, and for a privately-maintained road, has been mostly trouble free (snow plowing is a complicated subject, and there is a $200 annual neighborhood association fee for road maintenance)

There is quite a lot of glass on the longest eastern elevation side of the house (about 64 feet) shown above to catch the morning sun on all three levels, which begins to warm the premises as soon as the sun clears the distant eastern ridges at the break of day (early morning is often sunny with an average of 300 sunny days per year). There are rooms located on that side of the house (upstairs kitchen and dining, downstairs master suite bedroom, office and large studio) with easy furniture placements that allow sitting in the warming sun to start the day with breakfast on either level with long views to distant ridges and the rising sun. The road is usually quiet, often with only a few cars to be seen or heard during a whole day. There is some dust from the gravel road about fifty feet below the house but sufficient vegetation in between to filter most of it; nonetheless the eastern windows usually stay closed, but that’s okay since prevailing breezes in warmer weather are usually from the north or south.


The top of the driveway reveals four parking places; it’s a little tight for larger vehicles, but there is a turnaround that suffices with practice, though the incline of the hill will test one’s driving skills a bit at first. There is a small rose and lilac garden that is drip irrigated like all the space near the house and up the hill along the old orchard trail to the upper thousand-gallon water storage tank that gravity feeds the domestic water system. There are also rock walls and small sculptures around the outside perimeter of the house highlighted by green serpentine and copper ore pieces piled up over a number of years (more always welcome!). The northern façade shown above from the driveway side of the house, faces out to a grove of a dozen or so valley oaks—rare at this 4,000 foot elevation—which is a very beautiful and magical place, particularly in the spring when it is dripping wet with it’s seasonal creek flowing down the middle. Beyond the oak grove on the adjoining property (now essentially abandoned for many years but rumored to be coming up for sale soon) is a lava dome with a field of large rocks and scrub brush that makes for a wonderful short hike.

On the western side of the house there is an older orchard (apples, pears, a cherry and a plum), then an uphill slope which continues for a couple hundred yards and about 200 feet in elevation where the property ends just before the summit of Dowd’s Hill, the highest point within about a five mile radius. The first shot above is from the old orchard looking down on the older south-facing painted redwood deck, showing various solar panels oriented to catch sun most efficiently at different times of the day and year. The main entry to the house for guests is up the stairs on the north end of the west side deck and around to the solarium and into the dining room on the upper floor. The air and weather-tight glass-roof solarium (called the “Firnace” because it is all fir beams, ply and trim), now in operation for more than five years, is the main daytime space-heating source in cold weather (with clear skies, of course) for both floors with a reversible fan and thermostat that can blow warm air to either the upstairs or downstairs, depending on where one is going to be spending time during the morning and afternoon (upstairs always a little warmer in winter). On a cold but sunny day, the upstairs where the kitchen and dining room are located, will reach about 70 degrees by 9 or 10 o’clock, and is a wonderful place to linger in the warm morning sun. In the coldest part of winter and hottest part of summer all the numerous windows have insulation panels of aluminized bubble wrap that can be put up or taken down depending upon weather conditions; it’s a bit of trouble but just a matter of pressing them into place (great upper body exercise). The combination of natural stone and ceramic designer floor tile in the solarium heats up and slowly releases the heat until about 7 o’clock when the fan shuts down, depending how the easily programmable thermostat is set; then, it is typically time in colder weather to light a fire in either the upstairs wood stove or one of the two downstairs stoves, depending on where one is going to spend the evening. The solarium is also a great place to sit and enjoy various views to the east and south, particularly the private sub-alpine meadow adjacent to the house on the south side where the local family of deer often meander up and down the hill while the local quail families prefer the driveway side, and both are always charming to see with the new babies or brood early in the year.

The solarium also houses the swamp cooler for holding the upstairs summer temperatures to a more comfortable level when the top cover and insulation panels for the Firnace are in place, and it functions as a summer living room. The solarium, needless to say, has been a great success (and only had one leak when first built … oops it developed another leak during the recent wet winter of ‘22-‘23 with record rain and snow loads). If there is drift smoke from fires, the house can be run in a closed loop mode, driven by the swamp cooler—a very valuable feature.

The view out the solarium windows to the south and east shows the solar panels on the rooftop of the large (20’ x 20’) downstairs (dance/ video/ media/ meeting) studio room with closer-in views of the eastern oak grove adjacent to the house and with long views of the Dodge Ridge ski area, about fifteen miles away, to the east. The solar panels are set to efficiently face the sun at various angles from morning to late-afternoon when the sun sets behind the western ridge of Dowd’s Hill. These are mostly new solar panel upgrades with power outputs in the range of 250 to 300 watts each. The roof on the new downstairs south addition (great room and kitchenette) is made of long structural polyurethane insulation panels that have a sheet metal face both inside and out (both factory-painted white enamel) and 5 inches of foam in between. These same kind of somewhat unusual or perhaps exotic commercial refrigeration insulation panels have also been used to good effect for the outside cool-soaking or hot-tub deck and adjoining walkways.

Entering the house from the redwood deck and into the solarium, as house guests would do (on the upper floor), one comes into the dining room with its 9 foot coffered ceiling, continuing to the adjacent open access kitchen with a custom maple peninsula or bar (with room for three stools) in between. The dining room has redwood wainscoting while the maple floor (recycled from a bowling alley) extends into the kitchen and its attached walk-in pantry (“Panoramic Pantry”) with more great views to the north and east.

The dining room table sits behind two large windows facing east towards the impressive Stanislaus River Canyon, which to the northern end has views of the Big Trees State Park, opening out to middle distance wilderness areas with long views of the Yosemite highlands and high ridges beyond. The north view from the kitchen at the other end of the long room is of the driveway and small gardens with the large oak grove behind. There are probably too many windows on the upstairs north walls for efficient winter heating, but the views in summer do almost make up for it. One is outside quite a lot here—there’s much to see and do on a spread of six heavily-forested hillside acres and level flats, especially including orchard or tree farming on the uphill side of the house and gardening on the east side—it’s what I call a “solar farmette”.

For anyone who might wish to know, there’s probably not enough level land or pumpable underground water for a production cannabis farm here at GEMO (there are a couple of amateur growers in the area, but they haven’t been able to hide from the sheriff’s helicopter and have gotten busted several years running). The cannabis conversation in the county is still murky at best, with the majority of urban/ Bay Area expats in the local area in favor of more relaxed enforcement and the native rural county locals often opposed (I’ve also heard, the whole market is so saturated, “You can’t give it away.”). Some of the wildcat growers are probably waiting for future developments at the level of the Calaveras County supervisors ongoing debate to decide whether or not to try to become licensed growers. The legit grower initiative in CA is in doubt …

The main upstairs kitchen is easily large enough for four people to work together on holiday dinners or the like with its older Wedgewood Stove (an antique from the forties but still works quite well on propane—especially the oven), new 20 cu. ft. Maytag electric refrigerator (a much less efficient older propane refrigerator is still in place but not used—could be used as a backup for short term, farm produce, etc.). There is plenty of electric power early in the morning, so food prep with electric utensils like toaster overs, microwaves or espresso machines (!) can be used freely. The Panoramic Pantry turns out to give the best cell phone signal (2 bars), so the little breakfast nook at the ‘arrow point’ of the northeast corner is the best place for making and receiving cell calls (text messaging works well enough anywhere in the house), and the nook is a great place for reading, too with its four windows. The upstairs at GEMO has some wonderful views in an nearly 270 degree sweep. In addition to Verizon cell service at the house there is a functional land-line phone and Hughes wifi satellite link to complete the communications setup.

The house has two baths, one for the ‘upstairs one bedroom apartment’ with tub and shower, makeup mirror, drawer stack and tile floor, and one for the downstairs ‘master suite’ with a double-headed shower and wide tub stall with redwood-themed cabinet and trim and a lovely pinkish Italian tile floor that extends into the downstairs service entry mud room/ laundry room.


The living room wood stove isn’t exactly beautiful but heats the upstairs rather well in an old fashioned way, being adjacent to a sizable closed-in firewood storage shed for fueling the large old side-loading stove to easily keep it burning with bigger chunks of wood overnight. This is naturally the place to huddle on a cold night (unless you are downstairs huddling by the other downstairs stove in the room I call the “office” with a smaller wood storage bin (next door to the large studio room, with french doors in between that can be opened to heat up the premises). The third stove is at the foot of the stairs and is a Vermont Castings Vigilant model (without glass doors) that is used very little but works well enough to heat up the downstairs bathroom for a spa session, possibly for the lady of the house. The living room itself is divided into a couple of interest areas, mostly for audiophiles at one end and people sitting around the stove at the other: there is older analogue entertainment (TV and tape/ or video game player), digital entertainment (disc players, laptop computers on tables with monitor/ servers for Internet TV and music, etc.) audiophile stereo music control setup is in the bay window facing north with couch at other side of room for best audio imaging, and with hidden wiring from the stereo equipment out to the dining room for a second set of speakers for the second couch next to the stairs.

The downstairs has a larger central room adjacent to the single set of inside stairs, which could easily be divided in two spaces, but which I currently use as a back office on one side and a dressing room/ travel prep room on the other, with three closets (his, hers plus under-the-stairs), the downstairs bath, an adjoining mud/ laundry room on the other side of the stairs for hats, shoes and boots, with tiled entry floors coming in from a large service or storage room/ barn) with parking lot entry. There is a separate walk-in storage unit of ~100 s.f. with outside access at both sides of the house in the far back for rough storage having independent outdoor access without needing to get into the house—good dry temporary or long-term storage/ staging.

At the foot of the stairs there is a door that can be closed for privacy between the two floors to allow relative independence between the floors (but no fully separating door). The downstairs master suite consists of a large bedroom, comfortable office, and dance/ video/ party, etc. studio with private outside entries in three places, a new kitchenette (now getting finished, spring ‘23). The floor in the large dance studio is especially built as a diaphragm dance floor with a little more flex than solid hard wood strip floors, which the upstairs has in the main kitchen-dining area (a maple “dancing kitchen” if you want it). There are three small covered decks, one outside the large 8” ft. sliding glass doors in the south wall of the big downstairs studio room, also opening into the kitchenette, one outside the 2nd downstairs bedroom (three bedrooms altogether with the single upstairs bedroom) and one for the private outside entry to the master suite. There’s also a large (4’ x 7’) picture window with side and top lights in the large studio facing east, which is a very nice place with a great short view of an old valley oak that is nice for sitting in the sun at mid-morning on a chilly day. In summer the downstairs ‘great room’ has a window refrigeration-type air conditioner, which makes the space much more pleasant, even though the downstairs stays cooler than the upstairs on its own in summer.

The large downstairs studio has two setups for audio-visual equipment, an audiophile stereo arrangement with big-bass “wall of sound” for dance studio use, and a surround sound placement using 6 acoustic suspension speakers set high for an impressive video/ movie experience with the big flat screen on the south wall (all channels with built-in hidden wiring). This large studio room with its double vaulted 12 foot ceiling would also work well for music practice, video production (using abundant natural light), or just parties (esp. dance parties). Abundant wood trim is used throughout the new south addition on the two upper levels (wood shop below the big room on the lower garden level) with fir, maple, oak, cedar and cherry the favorites. There is a ceiling fan and several lighting systems, with a featured stained glass dim-able decorative overhead light, allowing various activity levels. The master suite would naturally lend itself as a short-term rental for use by winter skiers, a small Internet production crew or small offsite group, anyone on a retreat or “working vacation,” etc. (commercial insurance and septic system upgrade would need to be considered—getting insurance of any kind is a complex discussion in any event in the Sierra these days—so far the state is more or less forcing coverage for brokers).

The power center for ‘GEMO Light and Power’ is behind the wall at the foot of the stairs using the entry door of the ‘his’ closet, with an internal glass door which closes on all the solar power devices, meters and switches allowing easy monitoring of power status and usage. It is divided into AC and DC sides, the nerve center for the whole house, where the power inverter (just below the floor in the lower storage area) can easily be turned off and on (it is normally left on 24-7). There is another short written photo essay by myself that is available for the house, which outlines all the mechanical and electrical equipment noted, how to use it, with hints for maintenance (and with a wiring schematic). The ‘hers closet’ next door (with full length mirror behind the door) is a slightly more spacious walk-in closet, trimmed in cedar with shelves and a pocket door.



Additional features include a solar-heated hot tub or spa (without the jets—220 VAC currently not available, but could be upgraded with a future 220 VAC power inverter for charging e-vehicles), the ‘cantilevered kitchenette” in the downstairs master suite, cherry tree in blossom, lilacs in bloom, new solar well (2022), plenty of firewood and plenty of solar electric power, and always plenty of amazing views: long, short, medium and not to be forgotten, the amazing Sierra skyscapes, both day and night (especially if you’re into astronomy—with a completely dark sky).

The local premises around the outside of the house are largely finished now, too, with all the solar panels on the building rooftops, decks, and the five power towers and the small but high- flying wind-genny on its pipe mast for emergency 12 VDC back-up house lights in case of equipment failure or very stormy weather (never really needed, but can add additional charging at night in winter). There is a newly-installed retro-fitted solar hot tub with adjoining deck, various rock walls and stepping stones, and the stone circle in the meadow is impressive to see from may places in the house. The new solar well flat with adjacent RV parking has been an impressive upgrade to the lower property near the driveway entry road—which could also have an electric vehicle charger, using the solar panels that power the well, with mostly unused down-time surplus power.

The cherry, lilac, plum and rhododendron blossoms have been the highlights of spring for several years, even though the drought stressed them excessively when the old reliable water spring of more the 30 years duration, failed in 2019. Even a few of the older oaks up the hill with roots in shallow soil, did not survive the long drought. But the property, nonetheless, is still a really special and beautiful place to live or just be, part time or full time … and which will someday belong to a new owner who would choose to live in one of the most beautiful areas of Calaveras County in the Central Sierra’s historic Mother-lode, along scenic Love Creek Road with its famous Dog Woods, only a short jaunt from Highway 4 between historic Murphys and newer-town Arnold, which together provide most of the essential services that would be expected for year around living if desired. In summer there are quite a few more people in the area, making music concerts and Murphys street fairs (post-Covid) a greatly renewed feature of the area.

Here at the GEMO house one is in a near-wilderness area with abundant wildlife but still only 15 minutes from the nearer uphill town (Arnold) and another 10 or so minutes from Murphys (everyone’s favorite town in the county just downhill). I’ve almost never felt lovely here in over 30 years of residence—which is something urban people often fear when moving away from the intense mix of urban events and services, but the Mother-lode has various smaller towns that are known for various niche offerings. The larger town spread of Columbia/ Sonora/ Jamestown is only a half hour away. Indeed, the highway 4 corridor is arguably the best place in the Mother-lode or Central Sierra, not the least of which is for the moderate climate at this 4,000 foot elevation: not too hot in summer (like Murphys) and not too much snow in winter (like Arnold). People in the small Dowd’s Landing Subdivision here (about a half dozen or so) call it the “Stan Canyon Banana Belt.” There aren’t any bananas (it’s even a little too cold to grow Brown Turkey Figs, but the wild turkeys still parade around from time to time), and the 300 days of sunshine per year make for a nearly perfect lifestyle in this … let’s say it—Million Dollar Solar Mansion on a Hill—a spacious and flexible custom home that is not only a sound real-estate investment, but an innovative look at the future of residential energy production and management that will eventually replace conventional gas and grid electric power. The future of housing is here and it certainly works well enough with even a few extra amenities: finding your place in the early morning sun and/or with a laid-back lifestyle in front of the wood-stove on cold winter evenings (after skiing or other winter sports up the hill at Bear Valley); turning on the cool (refrigeration AC in the big party room) in summer … and one never tires of looking out the nearly 100 windows anytime. It will be hard enough to leave and pass along, but the time has finally come. It will be a bargain at somewhat less than the full one million dollar value in greenbacks … and will probably be bid up or down by the always unpredictable California housing market in its search for the next big thing … but this could be it. Build a nice spacious garage for yourself (it’s needed) and you’d be well on your way to a satisfied seven-figure status.

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Ted Denmark, POB 122,

4398 Harmony Ln.,

Avery, CA, 95224

Land line ph: 209-795-2160

Semjase Portrait Sketch Photoshoot

by Ted Denmark


As I was reviewing the image library on my web site (, I was surprised to find that Julie’s second sketch of Semjase, dating from May of 2019, what I called the “portrait sketch” at the time (to distinguish it from the first sketch of her in “fashionable Pleiadian dress”), was not included, even though the ebook in which it first appeared (Star Time Convergence) was published in September of that year. Many of Julie’s sketches of our other conference “regulars,” such as Hilarion, Athena, Phindar and Rhi, did appear in my image library and which have long since gotten out onto the Internet for retrieval—but not the second Semjase portrait sketch, which still does not show up (as of March, 2023) in a suitably directed browser search.

But it just so happens that I made a serious effort late last year to do a photoshoot of all of Julie’s delightful sketches, which now number to twenty-five (including Semjase), with my (25 mp) Sony Alpha 6500 camera on a tripod with several controlled lighting setups. I had done scans of them earlier but now needed to take the best images possible for producing suitable archival versions that could be slightly tweaked to correct a few minor defects (water having dripped on a couple of them, etc.). It turned out to be a little more complicated than anticipated since I ended up having to use an image editor (Gimp) to change the background brightness and contrast levels in a number of the images (too dark) that the camera couldn’t seem to do as well as I had hoped by itself, so I ended up with several versions of each sketch.

I love all the wonderful Sketches Julie has made of our “dear friends, exo-family and exotic visitors,” as we most commonly refer to them, but I do have my group of favorites among the sketches, and the one of Semjase heads that shorter list since Julie, it seems to me, was able to achieve such a high level of perfection with it—the true realm of artistry. It amuses Julie—or makes her a bit nervous—when I tell her the Semjase likeness is reminiscent of the work of the great Italian master painter Leonardo himself. Well, the rare beauty of this image of the wonderful Semjase has been captured, I feel, in a way that fortunately we are able to share online, so here are a few of my favorites of these shots most recently taken of it. BTW if you haven’t heard, there are no genuine photographs of Semjase, who is rather modest in a way that was initially surprising to me, that have ever been made public, though she did characterize her likeness in this sketch of Julie’s, that will now be showcased here … as good.


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ExTC Series 9

This extended Telepresence Conference 9 category (new as of January, 2023), using the original website numbering terminology, begins with a session from the new Volume 4 entitled, Masters of Space & Time: Pleiadian Star Wisdom of Semjase & Ptaah from the new second series entitled *J&T Exotic Visitors from the Quantum Realm: Close encounters of the 6th Kind* (following the first five volume series, *J&T Five Star Series*).  The first volume to be published of this new 5 volume series will be this Volume 4 (new numbering terminology), containing early post-Covid TC sessions that have shown to be of the most current interest.  The terminology has become a bit more complex with both a new series title, as well as new book titles and subtitles, which are still being projected and fine-tuned for this second series, but it is coming together (!).  I have decided that the shorter but very interesting and somewhat amusing J&T TC Session 118 will appear here on the web site first as an excerpt from Volme 4.  I will probably put up one more pre-publication excerpt from the book, but the full ebook and paperback versions of the book will be published a little later this year.

ExTC Series 8

Extended Telepresence Conference Series 8 is the current, most up-to-date and still working series, beginning with ExTC 99 (5-20-2018), now having reached the Centennial mark with the milestone Session 100 (5-30-2018)! It is a continually converging and expanding forum with many advanced guests from our local galactic neighborhood who offer their observances on various developments, from unknown ancient times, up to the present confusing mix of howlers and into various partial futures, regarding how well our lovely planetary island in space is doing.  I feel very lucky to be still living in a very nice house on a hill … somewhere over the rainbow (there’s a picture of a “cloudbow” or sky rainbow in Session 99).

ExTC Series 7

With continuing momentum on a quest for greater understanding of psyche and cosmos, Julie & Ted continue to attract attention and be given many unexpected disclosures (but not too much!), beginning with Session 85 (11-24-2016) and these following 14 listings. So much complexity … and never quite enough time to elaborate and appreciate the grand perspective of the “great souls” who give their answers to the many pertinent and often most difficult questions of our time.  These are the transcripts of more recent sessions and are all included here for preview, prior to eventual ebook and paperback book publication.

ExTC Series 6

This is the first volume of the new second Telepresence Conference series, entitled *J&T Exotic Visitors from the Quantum Realm: Close Encounters of the 6th Kind*, (originally designated as number 6 after the five volumes of the *J&T Five Star Series*).  This group of the main sequence of 14 Telepresence Conference sessions starts with TC Session 71 (10-27-2015), and takes up with many of the same familiar participants, particularly Hilarion and Athena (to whom the volume is dedicated), Semjase and the other Pleiadians and Sirians as well as many other very unusual beings from “somewhere over the rainbow.”  Julie & Ted now often refer to these participants as “dear friends.”  For the present this group of sessions remains “un-transcripted,” that is, waiting to be transcribed from audio recordings as the more recent ones in the more recent ExTC Series 9 from 2020 and 2021 are done first and published in ebook and paperback book form.

*Exotic Visitors* (ExTC Series)

This new “Extended Telepresence Conference Series” is the continuation of the *5 Star Series* which began at the end of 2015, and which had initiated our, that is, my and wife Julie Loar’s, foray into the worlds of ETs & Celestial Guides in 2010. The new series is called *Exotic Visitors from the Quantum Realm: Close Encounters of the 6th Kind* and will consist of five new volumes that will all contain ‘Telepresence Conference’ dialogs  that are still collected into sets of 14 each (as well as various kinds of related material like ‘supplementary Synchronicities’, pictures, etc.), and the first entry for ExTC Series 6 (old terminology) begins with TC 71 in Volume 1 (new terminology) of the new second series.  Anyway, this new (shorthand) ‘Exotic Visitors’ publication series will actually begin with Volume 4, entitled Masters of Space & Time: Pleiadian Star Wisdom of Semjase & Ptaah, covering events in 2020 and 2021, and will be published in ebook and paperback editions.  This first volume will highlight and be a tribute to acknowledge this extraordinary daughter-father duo over the course of our breakthrough discoveries of being Pleiadian-Earthuman hybrids, contactees, starseeds or whatever term might be preferred or appropriate for people having the kind of experience we have had over our lifetimes, but especially over the last decade.  The remaining four volumes will also be acknowledgments of and tributes to the most important members of our ‘core group’ of regulars, who will be detailed further as the books progress (V. 3 will probably be next). Of course, we would like to hear from others like ourselves who are interested in learning more about these “Exotic Visitors” … in what we believe is now clearly the most significant theme of the current era.

Advocacy Essays

The first of these ‘advocacy essays’ (Solar Pioneer Homeland Security) has been up on the web site since its initial appearance in the early days of 2017 and presents my thoughts and experiences on off-grid living, which I have done for more than thirty years after becoming involved with solar-electric power production as a space sciences satellite design engineer, and as you may know, things have only gotten better as prices for big power panels have come down dramatically (!). The second outing (Getting into Dance with a Blues Groove) is my take on the highly significant lifestyle theme of dance, whether its value is seen as love of music, party fun, great exercise, socializing, psychological health or … whatever. I now have a dance studio in the large media studio at my house with my own design for a specially constructed dance floor, mirrors, and several audiophile sound systems, and it can be as good as one can imagine for a change of pace from sitting and working at a computer for hours on end (!). The third entry is a very recent (January 2023) effort that ties together many of the most significant philosophical issues I am currently involved with thinking about and presenting … it’s a bit long and convoluted but for anyone interested in the revolution going on in fundamental quantum physics and astro-physics or cosmology as well as exo-psychology, this might be worth the effort to follow my state of the art synthesis of a proposed model of the nature of reality (with a lot of help from several great masters of the wisdom).

Short Stories

The first story (Afternoon at the Rocks) dates from my early days of growing up in the Fifties in my wonderful neighborhood near Lincoln Park in Chicago called Old Town where I went to LaSalle elementary school around the time this incident happened. It was a most memorable event that I still think of occasionally (rather wistfully). Perhaps I will be able to focus again someday on more of the rich time this was for me and my amazing friends. The second entry (The Red Dragonfly Chinese Candy Dish Caper) is a very recent (August, 2022) story addition about a fascinating encounter with a Red Dragonfly under somewhat unusual circumstances that I was able to photograph with the help of my impressive Sony Alpha 6500 camera (which is worth a story in itself).

Hello World

Here There & Everywhere

July 30, 2017 [minor updates Jan. 2023]


It’s a bit late for an older, early-adopter, desktop power-user like me, but I do wish to have some words as well as some worlds … with, for and about you … and all of us (!).  I’m pleased to be finally highlighting a retirement writing career with a main theme of longer works, including nearly a dozen completed PDF ebooks, and a selection of more diverse writing projects in various stages of completion on the side.  And a gallery of pictures, a few favorites from lots of snaps on a small digital Sony hybrid (Alpha Nex C3) with old Minolta film camera lenses … and a few video surprises to eventually go up on the YouTube adjunct (in addition to the thin profile that’s holding it in place now).  It’s the new digital Golden Age of Publishing, featuring words with pictures, now trickling into uploads from all the many over-worked typers and roving snappers who ever dreamed of booking their favorite scribblings and shots, usually in the enthusiastic rush that first comes to mind … before looking again the next morning (oh, my word!), rewriting and rearranging (how embarrassing), and then looking out the window, thinning the apples, going on vacation, coming back and sitting down to rewrite and arrange the “final” version after the more-careful and artful writer’s meditation finally reaches liftoff. Well, you get the idea; it’s an alchemical process that must be tended until the confection goes to gold, from salvage to savor, which I hope I can determine “passes the mustard” … to be engaging, informative or at least amusing—likely before anyone else is apt to—the re-upped contents of recursive brain circuits prepped by multiple decades of schooling and still more seasons of grooming on the day-shift.

Digital multi-media with motion visuals and accompanying sound, such as movies and games, have become the real gold standard as the most compelling contemporary art forms and communications strategies, but many people my age (78) have already seen too much old-school TV and feel exhausted by the sheer volume of new streaming media—though it is often very good (and I, too, am awaiting my turn).  In the meantime, some of us with fond memories and enough remaining verbal enchantment—and especially computer writing tools—have opted for word-smithing (“without a script there is no movie”), first with a few favorite lingering stories … or until, as in my case, a major new breakthrough emerged from my ongoing secret life to impact my main full-spectrum identity.  This involves what to me is the most compelling cultural breakthrough of our time: the discovery of other worlds in the cosmos, rather like our own that could also support life—maybe even intelligent life (cue to laugh for those who know).  Some of my earlier experiences first needed to be recalled and cast into suitably arranged words on a screen before they really were going to be forgotten, as Wendelle Stevens, one of my mentors, once warned me in his 80s, with all the thematic and typographic strategies needed, at least for a design and software engineer like myself who also happens to be a serious student of esoteric psychology.  Ideally the jam will resolve in some familiar key as the outcome that induced the intuition in the more formative stages, emerges for a more unified presentation.

Anyway, soon to follow will be some of the latest transcripts in a visionary multiple book-length story, much of which is fairly “far out,” to use a term of art from the days of my early adult rovings in the San Francisco Bay Area.  For those who know the territory, the specific location was the North Berkeley Hayward Fault zone, and still more so, the Gourmet Ghetto where the first Peets Coffee store was launched in 1962, the year I arrived as a refugee from Chicago, by Mr. Peets from Holland, who later cashed out as a cool fractionated millionaire for having the blessed insight that Americans, unlike himself and most Europeans, didn’t get it about how to roast or brew coffee.  I was never really so interested in making money myself beyond that of a salaried university employee, but ah (!), Berkeley in the 60s: a hip student or street-person’s dream for the taking, in every trendy book shop, campus grove, red decorative plum-lined street, concert in the park and “better living through chemistry” smile coming down The Ave on a cool Sunday afternoon!

We thought 1967’s Summer of Love would last forever (and get better!), but it couldn’t even get past the horrors of 1968—now a half century ago—and what a long, strange and … actually rather interesting roller-coaster trip it has mostly turned out to be for me, however much the ‘spooks of spycology’ in their secret dark conspiracies, starting with the Vietnam War, would succeed in mugging our former gov’ment, along with the true “deep state” cabal of unacknowledged black ops “defense” contractors (Eisenhower’s farewell address), who have only more thoroughly blindsided us and depleted our faltering democratic institutions and spiritual aspirations.  I was never very “political” and only a lukewarm activist, but none of us could have imagined how deep the roots would grow, finally culminating in the post-Cold War 911 “terrorist attack” war crimes.  It is and was the indispensable country of Exceptional Americans, land of the free, home of the brave … the best and brightest … and the paranoid, greedy and predatory … who all stepped up to the plate in their turn to strike out or hold forth in the clutch with a four-bagger over the center field score board, drawing cheers from the bleachers and handshakes all around—whether understood or deserving of accolades accepted in false modesty … or not. My prescient reading of Gibbon’s Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire as a freshman in college was my best preparation.

The main ambition of my second half-century has been for a country house, and I’ve been living out my departed urban lifestyle dreams in the wilds of Northern California’s beautiful Calaveras County (of Mark Twain’s jumping frog fame) in the Central Sierra foothills about a hundred miles east of Bagdad by the Bay (of Herb Caen’s “three-dot journalism” notoriety) where I’ve been building an off-the-grid solar-electric house on six hillside acres to suit my proclivities for the last three decades—and it’s finally finished.  This is a lovely rustic eagle’s nest sort-of place for a writer to finally settle into and spend mornings working out with my Dell Precision 16 inch 4800 laptop, looking out the big north window across the Stanislaus River Canyon towards the tall Cedars and Sequoias of Big Trees State Park on the other side with high ridges of the Yosemite highlands filling in the panorama to the distant southeast.  I used to have an elaborate telescope setup for late dark nights of starlit skies with Moon and planet rises coming up over the eastern ridges, though now I mostly just admire the remarkable vistas of clear night skies, daytime cloudscapes and occasional rainbows that get framed into the canyon. It’s the third-stream California Motherlode (of ’49er gold Rush fame) with hot summers and cold winters—but not much snow anymore at 4,000 feet.

We’ve survived a five-year drought of continually warming summers (broken by the 2016 winter’s record rain and snow!), a relentless series of wild fires, and now the hordes of cannabis growers waiting to see what sort of hoops the county sups are going to make them jump through to finally get legit in 2018 … and the ongoing California identity crisis (America or California first?, among others) … which have all taken their toll. It’s a gambler’s game to stay, now with a 100 million dead and dying trees, but remains a choice, like hanging out anywhere with a satellite web link in the increasingly dangerous “Internet slum,” as John Walker, my boss at Autodesk used to call it.  But the fresh air and sunshine, the privacy and incomparable spring water remain as perks in a California niche where wider population has doubled since the 70s into still more expensive urban and expansive suburban sprawl in coastal and valley locales respectively.  The consolation of the still mostly unspoiled high Sierra hill country just north of Yosemite remains the root of contentment for us Highway 4 locals, as it was for John Muir, the patron saint of our mixed forest area, taking its risks on a collision course of granite block ridges on the shaky Pacific Rim, still slowly stacking up in front of the Great Basin.  The sunbaked low-hanging fruit a few steps off my back deck, like plums, pears, persimmons and papples (don’t ask—it was a joke made up on the spot when I was once introduced to someone named Papple), aren’t too bad, either.

It’s all beyond words, of course, but words remain the most immediate way to organize our conscious awareness, and those of us who inherit the wordsmith chore will have to try to put our own insightful coinages and symbolic spins on the skein of space and time here in the netherworlds if we can preserve sufficient peace (I always do the typo “peach” here, for which I also used to have the sugar tree) and mindfulness to reflect on navigating our own little house boat drifting out somewhere in the great Cosmic Unknown—and what a big, huge, and very, very large expanse of Multiversal Forever it is!

Yet the good news is that I do seem to have found a two-way handhold at my place in the Sun, having also been, among other things, a semi-professional astrologer with what I believe will be an important new astrology monograph to be published here first, entitled Soul Entry Astrology.  This will be an intermediate astrology text that buffet astrologers might not like since it will make things more complicated, but it will present a fascinating new take on esoteric astrology/ psychology with a new rectification solution for natal astrology—the most exciting innovative approach to revisioning astrology that I am aware of—the tip having come from my most dear exotic friend, Hilarion, an astrologer’s master astrologer.  May I suggest to astrology deniers (who are legion for some good enough reasons) that this intricate study, yet only an echo of the wisdom of many ancient civilizations, is on track as a future science to become the basic technology of a real human psychology?  Of course, you may disagree … and if you do, you will probably never take time to investigate, anyway, but it’s another branch on the tree of knowledge that is just as remarkably accurate as it was in the time of the classical Greeks, which I was originally surprised to find as a technologist on a purely empirical basis (though, admittedly you have to have some Virgo talent to fathom the complexity).

But the main extended theme that has come as the biggest surprise after many decades of following a very elaborate trail of bread crumbs … is about the nature of “life more abundant” from “Across the Universe.”  It is what the expression “mind blowing” was made to describe and prepare me–and us–for, beyond what was amazing to avant-gardists of my earlier days, who were once transported by the siren song of Acapulco Gold for $15 a lid.  So, in pleading as a long-since mid-western migrant to Northern California, a new “native” now of half-century standing … with major assistance from the Golden State’s years of sustained progressive culture, wailin’ cool music concerts, high-tech ‘entreprenerd’ upstarts and lively hip or square folk generally, I remain for the time being to see what manner of unexpected crisis or apotheosis will come along next.  At this summery season of year I am waiting to be firmly assaulted soon enough by fields of ‘Merrymint’ herb from adjoining gardens on both sides of my splendid Golden Eagle Oaks estate, adding a third choice answer to the test question, “Is it French Roast … or merely another skunk trying to move into the neighborhood?” (Yikes!).

Even though I was a participant observer on the prowl with the high spark of low-heel boys, there is not enough poetic product as there should have been for all the times the words flowed around, over and through me to have told the tales of those California dream times like so many others imbibing the flashy scenes … but in those earlier halcyon days of my youth I didn’t think taking time to write down much of the happening ‘high-jinks’ was much more than vanity, and that reading and writing might soon be nearly obsolete anyway … besides I was a design engineer busy fabricating space satellite spectrometers and a serious university intellectual completing the final tour for academic certification (!).  So, if I ever get my long God Dog “doggerel” poem done, it will be a miracle … and you will see it here first (don’t hold your breath, even if you are used to blowing smoke without inhaling).

Ok, enough of these stimulating flights of fancy looking in the adjustable rear-view mirror after this whimsical introduction of a newly-initialized magical portal in cyberspace … and now for a rapid fast forward into the UFO/ET narrative as forecast, acknowledging having already made reports from the field as a “minor contactee” … and having been told of my status as a first generation Pleiadian/ Earthuman hybrid in the first series of our “Telepresence Conference Dialogs,” The Star Table Trance Missions, in what my dear wife Julie Loar and I have published as volume 1 of our *Five Star Series* of ebooks.

A lot has already happened with us in this sphere (!), as noted in the first two books, now available at most online ebook outlets with the same ebook or deluxe PDF versions available and linked at this same website.  The second ebook in the series, Star Family Excursions, takes our ‘contactee narrative’ to the next level of events and revelations.  Volume 3, Star World Ascension, is also available.  It will also be interesting to see how many ordinary civilians will be ready for my “Contactee Memoir” entitled Winged Messengers (now also available online).  These books attempt to introduce the extraordinary discoveries we have made as now written out, of these very unusual circumstances, blossoming in our eighth decade, which, only ten years ago I really had no idea would emerge and converge as they have … of which I feared I would never really understand the early episodes at all.  Miraculously, the meaning of my puzzling contactee experiences that had already punctuated my childhood, has been transformed into a cornucopia of phenomena, both external as “close encounters” and inwardly, just a thin etheric threshold layer away—“closer than hands and feet”—by hypnotic contact with a cast of more than one hundred ET and Celestial entities.  The most recent series of “trance scripts” I have been working on with wife Julie as masterful hypnotic subject that she is, will appear here serially for the first time, so as not to make them lag so far behind the real-time events. They have now all been collected into five volumes of our *Five Star Series* and are also available online at Bookbaby.

So, our unfolding contactee experiences have finally culminated in close encounters of the 6th kind, collaboration with these “ETs and Celestial Guides.”  This has already been described at some length in our Telepresence Conference Dialogs (TCDs), now nearing 140 in number, easily my most exceptional accomplishment in life after many opportunities to understand my purpose … while discovering, like Pogo, after meeting them … they are us.  Only halfway, as you will soon see if you begin to look into this curious state of affairs, but it will take more than a quantum leap off a chaise longue to really understand the implications, even if you are more than a little bit curious in this post-Star Trek world.  It’s uncertain how our TCDs will be found upon examination by readers, if they are as exceptional as the truthful visions of expanded reality we believe we have to offer—and if we succeed in sustaining curiosity with our earnest question-and-answer approach.  We present our initially experimental foray into superconscious depth hypnosis as something far more amazing and complex than we could have ever imagined … and which will probably be referred to as “channeling” (one on one) … but is actually something far more extensive and innovative (one on many and many on one—or two—but with ETs).  If you are familiar, and perhaps disappointed, with some of the popular dystopian science fiction fantasy movies making the rounds at large or small screens near you these days (for all the good reasons these flix get made), we especially hope you will see our story as a more plausible and appealing alternative—if not good enough itself to inspire CGI movies someday (movie makers, pay heed … there is a reserved seat waiting for you up front).

If you happen to come upon these reports with already disciplined investigative interests, then you will find—as far as we know—a unique new kind of discovery that we have made, embedded, perhaps for the first time, within our familiar Earthuman world, of an existence of ‘cloaked’ ultra-human intelligences who are fully exotic and uniquely amazing but still show great dignity and what I call a refined modesty as well as highly-nuanced intelligent awareness of … pretty much everything, including our circumstances and nearly anything we ask about.  The slightly amusing sidebar is that they think of themselves as also living here on Earth, just as we do, but with many more advanced selective options—such as easily beaming themselves (the Pleiadians at least) back to their home planet Erra 330 years in the future.  Again, the words can’t do justice to the experiences Julie has in decoding the data stream into her own full multimedia awareness (I can only hear the high frequency transmissions), but we have decided to tell our story in these sessions, which “our ETs” have agreed to conduct with us for our coached and authorized work product in helping make their presence known … even if I have never actually seen them in physical form (not allowed yet by their stellar councils, even for us, though at first we did once try … which you can read about in the Star Table book).  In spite of this I am greatly impressed by the nobility, subtlety and sophistication of our correspondents and never fail to learn quite a lot each time spent with them, even, or more especially, since no one can really tell the future—including Them, even with millennial lifespans and near instantaneous space/time travel—in these somewhat weirdly gloomy Trumpestuous times.

After discovering myself as a ‘minor contactee of conscience’ in my attempt to report involvement with higher ET intelligences after a lifetime of unusual events, some of which were clearly “out of this world,” I must add in my defense that it has all been so strangely improbable, one hardly knew how to begin a discussion about it, even with friends, who were naturally incredulous since nothing even remotely similar had ever happened to them—and only a short time ago people had been routinely institutionalized as delusional for having such “impossible” ideas.  And so it went, but things are different now (oh, that old refrain!), but I believe the time has finally come for the more mainstream world to realize, beyond “believing in” UFOs from fleeting images in blurred pictures, that some among its “ordinary” citizens really are in contact with multidimensional beings from other worlds, even as our astronomers and astrophysicists report this new breakthrough of the century for hard science: the discovery of real exo-planets “just like Earth,” now beginning to take hold in the popular imagination of our increasingly fractured post-modern world so desperately in search of a new fundamental mythic identity.

Thus, I believe this is what is really behind (and ahead!) of the most accelerated advance in Earthuman culture—something being noted by nearly everyone in their own generational gloss of mixed-bag buzzwords, or often alternatively, confused resignation: nothing less than the culmination of the last 10,000 years of Earthuman developmental history (since the catastrophe of Atlantis and the Great Flood).  It’s about regaining advanced technology; it’s about cultural revisioning; it’s about finding the true ancient history of Earth and our Solar System; and it’s about finding out who our ancient ancestors really were: human beings like us who mostly did not originate on Earth.  They came at various times and from various places—predominantly five regions in the starry heavens (Aldebaran and The Pleiades, Sirius, Arcturus, Andromeda and Cygnus).  What we see today is the result of a very complex weaving of these interstellar racial DNA “time-lines” as a grand manifold of soul-infused individuals living and dying and being reborn again from ancient prehistory into the ripening Swiss Cheese of future possibilities (wow, this is really getting poetic!).

Most of our scientific knowledge and cultural history are therefore in need of the greatest revisions ever contemplated, and I am presuming some number of innocent bystanders will find our addition to this rising chorus … to be interesting enough to consider.  Oh, silly me (!).  At least this is the critical re-cataloguing that is being offered by our superhuman acquaintances and their consultant specialists, mostly from around our local galaxy, in a media presentation to Julie and arranged, organized and conducted by our dearest friends: Hilarion and Athena, Ariel and Michael, and Rhi and Phindar (our future Pleiadian selves) and with a special assist from the brilliant and lovely Pleiadian Star woman Semjase, of 70’s contactee Eduard “Billy” Meier fame (much more about her to come—she is featured in the earliest TCDs to be released here first).  By the way, the Vulcan Spock in the iconic Star Trek series was a thinly disguised veil for the Pleiadian/ Earthuman hybrid revelation that was already surreptitiously made back in the fabulous 60s—it was the beginning of the modern myth of the Starman (also referred to as “Starseed” with its own list of authentics and wannabes).

Other competing “stakeholders” (as usual, watch out for zombies and werewolves) including various sorts who are still deeply committed to competing cultural paradigms, the most common being what I often refer to as “materialist reductionists,” mostly very successful over-reaching scientists and technologists, who will not like any of this one bit (!).  They will belittle and sabotage any idealistic spiritual alternative to their monopolistic bottoms-up hypothetical random assembly of reality, any way they can.  This very old foundational philosophical debate, goes back to the times of Plato and Aristotle, who were both right, of course, but each applies differentially at alternating stepping-stone stages along the way of advancing human development.  Yet this new more inclusive integration from zero to infinity pushes the envelope well beyond the old-school analysis that is still being propped up by today’s conventional wisdom.  I must admit, attaining this new perspective is a lot to ask of anyone, as in “next Copernican Revolution,” and it does seem too fantastic, even to me at times, but I have been caught up in the midst of this improbable drama for much of my life.

And there will always be those of primarily devotional outlook, maintaining a religious faith of some dignified pedigree from various ancient times and places, which can indeed be a great richness and consolation, but which, like a candle in the wind, is increasingly vulnerable to the manifold of new knowledge now coming into evidence.  The science and technology “modernists,” looking in the rear-view speculative mirror, have mostly parodied or satirized “God squad” religionists, but, apart from attempting to discredit the God hypothesis as an answer to any question, the Materialist Reductionists also make it an a priori point to discredit any spiritually-based metaphysic believed to be outside the “laws of science.”  Well of course, it’s only another bias, yet everyone must come from their own positions of belief where they find themselves and are able to contemplate how to make their way forward, to reach their own next step in evolution, if and only if, as I think it turns out … they remain committed to truth in whatever way they understand it.  Realization of the elegant simplicity of ‘beautiful truth’ remains a cultural culmination of universal holographic reality for all fourth and fifth echelon humans—of which, like stars and Goldilocks Planets for them, there are a very, very large number in our galaxy—even if, as it is said, “Planets with evolved intelligent life are still rare.”

It is the higher human way to be curious about all this, to learn and be swayed by real facts, perhaps first disguised in mythic contents, not yet revealed to generations in previous historical epochs on our own glorious planetary island in space/time, but now being offered again.  It will probably take others of still later future generations to really unpack this new legacy from the stars (and the depths of soulful conscience), but at least we will have revealed some small part of the story by calling for a rearrangement of the puzzle pieces of progress as our dear Pleiadian and Sirian family and friends monitor us from behind the scenes of their future perspective as among their willing ambassadors, attempting to share a few pointers for a more knowledgeable and awakened awareness among the bewildering array of choices facing Earthumans in our high stakes free-for-all game—now being handled so irresponsibly—with its eventually inevitable existential consequences.  Awareness of this post-modern UFO/ET story is the beginning of attaining insight into the most urgent and complex developments of our time.

These ET watchers naturally wonder what it will take to bring Earthumans to their senses to prevent the various conspiratorial elites within the regimes of failing inclusive leadership of still rapidly increasing populations to descend further into the militaristic self-destructive downward spiral.  Our ETs vow to prevent a final doomsday loss of Earth as a habitable planet, not because they believe it will correct the folly of Earthumans exploiting each other for personal, racial or elite-group advantage, but because it will disrupt necessary energy currents coming and going far out in the cosmos beyond Earth—since Earth is the last habitable planet in the Sol System that has not yet already been destroyed—like Mars and Malona, which we call the “Asteroid Belt.”  We have been told Mars will be terraformed for habitation as an adjunct for our relentlessly expanding population, but it will take at least a century—so we have to try to find the emergency brake in any event.

So, here are a few new online conference voices describing a multidimensional space-time chess game, which I have discovered—or rather, that has discovered me … “on the fly”—along with some others you may also have heard about, which I can only hope will be of timely interest to at least some of my more savvy contemporaries … perhaps other hybrids (high birds) or contactees like us … or anyone else who might find these word-screens in cyberspace … like some of the readers whose curiosity may be or already has been piqued by our and other books already published.  I still have quite a lot to learn as a website publisher but have now begun steering the path for a modest media presence that can be directed from a laptop, which will hopefully be supplemented with more of our latest ET conferences soon after the transcripts are completed.  I naturally would like the wares to appear inviting enough for anyone to come back from time to time to see … what’s up and what’s going down.  So in the meantime, try to keep your high-energy electrons flowing and neurotransmitters pumping … until you can return for another sampling …


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