Tuesday, November 15, 2022

It's Mothman Day

 Today is the 56th anniversary of the first reported Mothman sighting. 

Tuesday, November 8, 2022

A Mothy Sketch

Mothman, computer enhanced pencil sketch, Regan Lee

Or, an owl? Are they what they seem? Of course they aren't.

Thursday, October 13, 2022

Why Does Paranormal Research Ignore Andy Colvin?


My copy of John A. Keel’s Carnival of the Mind, edited by Andrew Colvin, just arrived. 

“Global geopolitics is a hall of mirrors, just as ufology is a carnival of the mind.” - Andrew B. Colvin, in John Keel’s Carnival of the Mind.

And the two; geopolitics and ufology, go together. Anyone who doesn’t think so is naive. The same is true of all paranormal topics; or rather, the paranormal itself. Including Mothman. 

The other night, watching a paranormal show (forget which one) on Mothman. Mothman is one of my favorite paranormal subjects. As usual, while watching the program, I wondered at the conspicuous absence of Andrew Colvin, author of Return of the Prophecies of Mothman, The Mothman’s Photographer lll, Mothman Speaks, among others. 

Colvin is rarely, if ever, quoted or featured on programs about Mothman. I have long found this odd. I realize producers have their own agendas, their own slant they want to put on subjects (my limited experience has been dismal. What thieving bastards they be!) Anyway, instead of speculating on why Andy Colvin is ignored, I asked him if he’d mind sharing his thoughts. And he did. Andrew Colvin gave me permission to quote him. 

This is absolutely a thing. I think it goes back to the original Mothman events, which do have a national security element. This is why they harassed Keel and tried to distract him with the Long Island stuff. And they have done the same to me. The spooks put out the word, and keep it off the airwaves. Now what Loren did was write that position paper years ago, declaring Mothman as part of cryptozoology, and this is took it out of the realm of ufology. His buddy Clark said nothing. Basically Coleman and Clark put Mothman in a ghetto and "privished" it. Coleman has been on my tail for 20 years now, trying to make me out as crazy. He just got me kicked off the Keel FB group earlier this year. I am writing an intro about all this for the new Keel coming, The Big Bamboozle, so it is fresh in my mind. You can see a similar intro for the one that recently came out, Carnival of the Mind. 

The starting point for this was recent discussion I had regarding why ufology has totally abandoned Mothman. None of the ufologists know about it, or care about it, even though it was the biggest flap in history.

The cryptozoologists have "owned" Mothman for around 15 years, and they have done zilch to forward any understanding of it. The ufologists would perhaps do a better job of it, if they weren't being told to avoid it. Loren's Mothman Death Curse - his ridiculous notion that a large owl could put spells on people - really sank the credibility of Mothman as a research venue. Some were scared away, while others scoffed and walked away.

Plus, his Chicago Mothman scam really put the nail in the coffin for the time being. But Mothman will rise again. (Andrew Colvin)

Speaking of Loren Coleman, I realize he has a good reputation and has contributed a lot. I have several of his books. But he does have a smarmy attitude. Years ago, the golden age of Yahoo groups, I had a group called Paranormal Bigfoot. Or something close to that. Wait, I think it was called Bigfoot Mavericks. So long ago! Coleman emails me to tell me I "should know better" than to promote a paranormal theory in context of Bigfoot, and that he "expected better of me." I'm paraphrasing but that's the gist. The point is, not to dismantle Coleman (as if I could) but to point out that there are many in the field of the weird that will not, do not want, and will expend a lot of energy putting the kibosh on paranormal and, dare I say it? Spiritual speculations. On those, I hesitate because I get annoyed with Space Brother love and violent rays of awareness crap. That's not all there is to the spirit realm however. There's Space Brother Spirit Lite, and the real stuff.

But I'm getting off on tangents here. 


Sunday, June 6, 2021

"Moth" collage series

 I've been playing around with collage. Namely mixed media on index cards. Really fun and am pleased with what I've come up with. Some collages are random, some I go in with having a specific theme or idea in mind.

I wanted to do something related to Mothman. I used my sketch of Mothman in this collage.

"Moth" mixed media collage on 5 by 7 index card, Regan Lee 2021

This is the second paranormal themed card I've done. I did one of a praying mantis  - it's posted at my Orange Orb blog. 

This has inspired me to do a series of cards based on UFOs, cryptids and otherwise mysterious things.

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

Childhood Memory: Giant Eagle-Bird Creature

Not Mothman exactly. But a memory of something that happened when I was very young involving a giant bird that covered the opening in the roof. A winged, bird like creature. A Garuda? Mothman researcher and writer Andy Colvin has mentioned the Garuda figure (a mythological bird creature, eagle like, in Buddhism) in the context of Mothman. 


 Childhood Memory:  Giant Eagle-Bird, oil pastel on paper, Regan Lee 2021

Memory. Logic tells us, me, it was "just a dream" of course. But I remember this as real. It really happened.

I was four? In my bed, no covers. Right in the middle of the bed, spread eagled. (no pun intended.) I was, as usual, waiting for "them." I knew when they would come -- whoever they were. Or, whatever they were.

The only thing I remember in the bedroom was the bed -- no covers -- with me on it, right in the middle of the bed, no covers, and waiting. The ceiling opened up. Slid open, like the panels in the roof of an observatory. 

I wasn't scared, but, I was in awe. I knew I was safe, but also, that this was important.  Meanwhile, my father and mother and grandmother were standing in the bedroom doorway (no door) surrounded by yellow light. They could not come in. Not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't. They are being held back by some kind of force. Something was keeping them from entering.

Meanwhile, the ceiling. Open. Only sky. Night time sky, beautiful brilliant stars. And a huge bird, with a wingspan to immense it almost covered the entire sky. Wing tip to wing tip across the bedroom roof.
And I was waiting for it. Him, her, I don't know. I don't think it was either. Or, it was both. But I knew "it' would come, and take me.

And I was not afraid. I was in awe. I was amazed. I was happy "they" were back. But, not scared.

I never had a bedroom that was stark -- meaning, just the bed in the middle of the room. And I don't remember having siblings at the time. I am the oldest, so I was at most, six. But I know I was younger. I remember it being the Corning Street house (in L.A.) so, no siblings yet. 

Also, strange my father would be there. My parents were divorced at that time and I don't remember him being around that much then. My grandmother however, did stay with us.

Monday, January 4, 2021


 On 6 Degrees of John Keel, Kendra Maurer writes about an experience she had as a teenager while on a school camping trip in The Wandering Canoe.  She references Mothman, though the post isn't about Mothman, and the excellent Where the Footprints End. 

Friday, January 1, 2021


 With all our hopeful energy assuming 2021 has to be better, maybe it will be.