WTC scene from 'X-Men: God Loves, Man Kills' (1982)

-Dom

Meg Foster and her hypnotic eyeballs

The following events occurred on Monday, March 4, 2013.

First point to make is that during Monday morning, my brother mentioned to me that ever since I told him about the owl that sometimes shows up outside the right side of the house, he now has been hearing it. And he didn't before I brought it up.

Monday started off with a video of Bill Hicks:

Between 3 and 3:30 pm, I was on the computer watching a trailer for Rob Zombie's 'Lords of Salem'. Toward the end, when they showed three witches, I noticed one of them resembling an old wrinkly Meg Foster (They Live, Oblivion (1994), Masters of the Universe). So I head to IMDb to see if it's her. It was her and it just so happens that one of her more recent credits is a film called '333'.

I should also note something I just realized while writing this. The two movies in question have her playing a character with two Ms. MM resonating Mercury's Messenger AKA Christopher Hunter Myers. Someone who has recently piqued my interest in Magick.

So it turns out '333' was retitled, 'Tormented Souls'. While watching the film's trailer, this screenshot appears:

"This world is a lie and mankind's only wish is to be deceived."

It was at this point that I started hearing hooting. Yes, the owl happened to show up outside the window at the exact moment of synchronicity. I went outside to look at it but it was already gone. 

Fast forward about an hour. We're out and about, looking for a fix-it part (I don't want to bore myself with the details yet alone the reader). The person I'm with wanted a drink so we stop at a gas station. When we get there, I see a woman just staring at a dog tied up outside. I didn't see anything particularly interesting about it. That was until it looked at me. Jet black fur and piercing blue/white eyes. I shit you not, Meg Foster eyes like a motherfucker. This picture might not show exactly how hypnotic they were, but it definitely stood out as something meaningful. 

It always blows my mind when something like this happens. For one, I could have chosen to go to any gas station in town. But it just so happened that we ended up at one containing a dog with Meg Foster eyes. And the timing is a factor also. Had we taken a wrong turn, hit a stop light/traffic, that dog may not have been there.

Weird shit. Weird, weird shit.

-Dom

Strange Days

For anyone who has read my previous posts, you'll notice that I frequently talk about the 333 phenomenon.
On August 23rd, 2012 (I think it's significant to note that the following events occurred on 23) I "accidentally" discovered a new blog while perusing the interwebs for some synchronistic goodies.  The blog in question is Mike Clelland's 'Hidden Experience'. So I'm scrolling through, just browsing, when 333 shows up. Of course it does. He has a post about a recent podcast he's done where he discusses 333 and its relation to UFOs. This is news to me. I've been probing the history of this number for the last 2 years, and never found any overwhelming evidence of it's connection with extraterrestrials. Besides of course the fact that Roswell, NM is located on the 33rd parallel and that the mountain that 33% of the angels descended upon, was supposedly on this same line.  I immediately download the podcast.

Mike talks about his own number syncs, specifically with 12345 and how he conversed with a girl named Megan on facebook. A woman who claimed to have been abducted by UFOs.  One night, he's watching the film 'Catfish' and the movie freezes on the scene occurring when the main character says something along the lines of, "Megan isn't who she said she is." Mike notices to his surprise that the timer on the DVD player reads, 1 hour 23 minutes and 45 seconds.  Later he discusses the 333/UFO connection.  3:33 am being a common time where people report having otherworldly encounters. 3:33 am also being a time where the human body would essentially be at its weakest and most vulnerable. His interview ended, and no more than second later, I look at the clock to make sure I won't run late for work. The oven clock reads 1:23 pm. If that wasn't a sign hitting me over the head, I don't what is.



I decided to look in to this alien abduction enigma more intently.  I found it very intriguing that not only is a number I've been seeing since puberty is involved but also owls. I can't remember when it started, but for at least 5 years now, I've had an urging to be surrounded by the animals. Now it's to the point where there are a dozen or so owl trinkets sitting on my bookcase, watching over me every night and the collection only continues to expand.  This is where "paranoia" steps in. A flood of thoughts fills my head. It's not possible I've been abducted right? I've never given the idea much thought. If any.  It seems to me that if you've had an experience with something beyond a human, that there would be some remnants of said event.  That's the problem with traumatic events though. The human mind is so powerful that if an individual experiences something overwhelmingly disturbing or intense, or perhaps just something so odd that it doesn't fit in your reality construct, then you will "forget" about it. Some inklings of a memory may remain or you might wipe it out completely. Repressed memories. They are scary. So I guess that the aliens doing these abductions could be using a technology that strictly inhibits recalling specific memories on their prey.  But also, it could be a simpler explanation. That these beings could be wiping their memory, but can't battle the overall power of the human mind. That sometimes, a human's consciousness will refuse to forget about something, and continually put forward clues for its host body to re-discover the truth.

And just a nice little synchrotastic log to add to the fire...
After listening to this podcast, I just wanted to see if my blog was coming up on google. So I searched '333 Dominic Risso'.  The first page was a man named Dominic Rizzo's twitter account. His handle of course being @drizz333.

And now the clincher. After I did a little research, I decided to e-mail Mike. Any time I see someone talk about 333, I'll go out of my way to ask them for assistance in my ongoing quest for answers. Mike was kind enough to write me back. He said: "...I am not sure what these might mean, but I sense it is a cosmic "urging" to pay attention. Beyond that, i can't really say." I found it interesting because when I conversed with synchromystic blogger, Christopher C. Myers, he said something very similar. I couldn't help but think though, "WHAT AM I PAYING ATTENTION TO???"  The next day, on August 24th, I woke up to news about a shooting at the empire state building. Just another shooting to add to the list, which seem to be occurring quicker than every before.  The shooting of course took place primarily on 33rd street.

In closing, I can't say I was abducted or that I even believe such a possibility is plausible. I'm very skeptical of the whole alien abduction phenom. But regardless, I've learned throughout the last couple years, that when the universe presents things to you in such an abrupt fashion, that even if it is balls to the walls owl shit crazy, that it's not a bad thing to look in to it.  It doesn't matter if you believe it or not. You can be an atheist and read the bible and not burst in to flames.

-Dom

An Intense Dream Worth Immortalizing.

Wow. Well...last night was interesting. My dream was long and vivid. It started off at a big house at night, where a party was taking place. My oldest brother, being the host. I'm there, mingling and socializing. Some friends and family pop up.  At one point, I see Christopher H. Myers. I've been reading a lot of his posts lately and listening to his shows, so this isn't too strange to me. I shake his hand and tell him how the other day, I saw a license plate that read, "6GMM777". The MM 777 being relevant. The dream continues. At some point, I end up walking through the parking lot at the community center of my home town of Ripon, CA. I'm walking alongside a guy my age, I can't remember who, but I do remember that he was a friend of mine. Behind us is 4 of my aunts. They are all asking me if I've ever smoked pot or done drugs. I avoid the questioning and try to change the subject. A second later, big flashes of red occur above my head. I deduce that it's a UFO. I stare up, and it continues to flash red, like it's taking pictures. It moves off. Suddenly, a giant, white and black machine, that has the ability to hover, comes near us, also snapping photos. This time, it's clear, because I see the lens and hear the shutter. This machine is property of Ripon. It says Ripon on the side of it. Another word I recognized was BOCOM. and BOAN. These two words, even though they look similar, were separate on the ship. This is when I awake.

I immediately jot all this down on paper. I go to the computer and search: BOCOM. What comes up is a Swedish site for wireless communications, satellites, cell phones, etc. The site has this picture:

Now, my first thought when I saw this, was: "That kind of looks like the shape of a flying saucer." A lot of people can say, Oh, you're just reaching. But it's undeniable that this image looks more like a UFO than it does a cow, a palm tree, or a starfish.

Then I look up BOAN. The first site to come up is bobboan.com. Bob Boan is a scientist and writer. Some of his books discuss preparing for an alien invasion.

I don't want to discredit my consciousness, but I honestly have never heard of this man or knew of his relation to UFOs. Of course, there's always that possibility that I read about him years ago and the information was stored in my subconscious. Freaky dream, indeed. 

-Dom

Sigil Signs

Well, my first sigil test turned out strange. I lost the paper that had the drawing of my sigil on it. Which in itself is strange because I don't lose things often.  So I re drew the sigil on another paper, and ended up losing that too. When things like this occur, I take them as a sign. For whatever reason, maybe that first sigil was the wrong thing to attempt to achieve. Maybe it's unattainable. Either way, I've started a new sigil that I've just charged and will continue to meditate on. Updates to follow.

-Dom

Weird 'N' Wild Times

A lot of synchronisic events have been occuring as of late.  Lions are still popping up.  My email for this blog is Zebroid33.  Zebroid being: the offspring of any cross between a zebra and any other equine.   Well...zebras are coming up now too.  When you work in retail, especially at a general department store, I feel like you are open to seeing a lot of things that you wouldn't see at a grocery store or restaurant.  The options aren't as limited as they normally would be.  Also, what I've been taking note of lately is that I'm in sync with whatever I'm watching. Example: I'm cooking in the kitchen and an episode of 'Clark and Michael' is on in the background.  Right when I reach for the colander, I hear the line, "Mike, where's the colander!?" @1:58

Also, when numbers are involved.  I've been reading a lot of Christopher H. Myers' blog lately, Mercury's Messenger.  The other day I was reading about the number 27 and for the rest of the day, the number kept popping up whenever it had the chance.  I was listening to Peter Moon's recent interview on Red Ice Radio a couple days ago. He was talking about an ancient race of blue people and blue bloods.  Well, yesterday, I watched the new trailer for 'John Carter' which is based on Edgar Rice Burroughs' 'John Carter of Mars' and saw a shot of the hero covered in blue blood.  This is the second trailer released for the film.  The first one did not contain this shot.

-Dom