Back to Arcturus: A Tribute to Connie Cannon

Some of you who have visited the blog over the years may have noticed that one person who often responded to our posts with relevant and often expansive comments hasn’t been seen for awhile. Her name is Connie Cannon. She died April 13 in St. Augustine, Florida,where she had lived for nearly 30 years.

Connie was an amazing woman who enchanted us and others with stories from her lifelong journeys through the world of the paranormal. Initially, she had contacted us after reading one of Trish’s paranormal suspense novels.  We found out that she was a psychic/medium and Trish once had a reading from her that lasted three hours. During that time, Trish wasn’t allowed to speak.

Not long afterward,  Connie stopped giving readings because of health issues. In the years that followed, we learned of her journeys through the world of Wicca and her involvement in a coven in Atlanta. Interestingly, she had graduated from Druid High School in Atlanta, an appropriate name that sounds a bit like Harry Potters Hogwarts School. To that end, beyond her Wiccan journey, she was also a 33rd degree Mason.

In the daily world, she went on to nursing school and worked for years as a respiratory therapist. She also became a personal assistant to Dr. Forrest Bird, renowned inventor of the Bird respirators and ventilators. She married and had three children.

Connie was called occasionally by police departments in Atlanta to help in solving cases, and she was also involved in dealing with hauntings and sending trapped spirits on their journeys. Along the way, she dealt with some nasty beings that didn’t want to let go of earthly trappings.

Beyond all that, it was years after we became friends with Connie that she revealed she was an alien abductee and had been taken repeatedly from early childhood and well into adulthood. Most often it  was the greys, who seem ever present in these abduction scenarios. But she also had contact with a variety of other beings who came in various shapes and forms.

Connie’s stories found their way into our books on the paranormal. We included so many of hers in Synchronicity and The Other Side that we gave her a pseudonym for some of the stories. We could easily have written a book just about her various experiences, but she was wary of putting herself out to a wider audience, mainly because she didn’t want to attract any more dangerous encounters than the ones she’d already experienced. That said, we’d hoped to  have Connie on our podcast, The Mystical Underground. But by the time we began the podcast, she was already quite ill and no longer able to even come to our blog.

Before I began to write this post about Connie’s passing, I went to the blog and put her name in our search engine. The first thing that came up was the following blog post that featured Connie’s unusual sense of where she’d come from and where she would be going after this life. It is, of course, an appropriate synchronicity.

Here it is from Feb. 27, 2017:

We don’t get many synchronicities about other star systems. But here’s one about Arcturus, courtesy of Connie Cannon. Connie has provided us many unusual stories over the years. And this one is right up there. Enjoy…and maybe you can even answer her question.

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With permission from the MacGregors, I have a story to share. There is a question in it, and also a profound synchro. So, here goes…..and I promise to not add or omit anything.

Occasionally I have mentioned my Dad here on the blog. That is because during the eighteen years he was in my life prior to his death at 42, he had the most significant and permanent influences on the person I am. When I was in high school, we lived in Arcadia, CA, which is next to Pasadena. Dad, as previously mentioned, was a cattleman. He was strong, extremely grounded, down-to-earth, had been an award-winning athlete in track and field and swimming when he was in school, he was a 33rd Degree Mason, and he was a math genius. But there could never be a sweeter, more kind, more quietly spiritual man.

From the time I was able to walk, he took me with him to the farms and ranches where he bought cattle, and we rode our horses among hundreds of cattle in meadows and pastures and sometimes n pens.

Our home was located ten blocks from the base of the mountains, and on clear days, the white dome of the Mt. Wilson Observatory could be easily seen. From time to time, before he became ill, my Dad would drive me up to the Observatory. Inside, we would sit in reclining chairs in the darkened arena, and the heavens would very slowly revolve around above us, with an unseen narrator describing what we were seeing.

During out initial visit, Dad leaned over and whispered to me, pointing at a very large, very bright orange orb. He said, “Honey, that Star is Arcturus. It is our Home. We came to Earth from there, and we go back to there. It’s our Home”. My Father had never lied to me, and I had no reason to doubt what he was telling me. As I gazed at that bright orange Star, a tremor of a thrill enveloped me. I asked, “Daddy, how did we get here, and how do we go back?” His response: “Deep, deep within the Great Giza Pyramid in Egypt, deeper than Man can go, there is a portal; a vortex. That is our doorway between Earth and Arcturus. We come and go through that portal.”

I was completely absorbed, enthralled, astonished, and I KNEW, even tho I was only 17, that I was looking at my True Home.

That was in 1958, so of course computers were not available, which meant encyclopedias were the sources for research. I went to World Book and Compton’s and every text on astronomy that WAS available. I learned that Arcturus is close to us, just 37 light years away, and that it is actually a giant red star but appears orange to the naked eye. I learned that it resides in the Constellation Bootes, and other similar facts.

Once in a while I would ask to be taken to the Observatory, and Dad would drive me up the mountain again, and I never ceased feeling such a powerful sense of BELONGING, and of YEARNING, whenever I gazed at Arcturus.

It became totally stunning to me fairly recently…..decades after the fact of learning where I belong. And here is what I learned: Arcturus derives from the Greek words
“arktos”, meaning “bear”, and “ouros”, meaning “guardian”. But THIS is what has blown me away, and it was not available to us in 1958 except perhaps in university library texts. As stated, Arcturus is in the Bootes Constellation, Bootes is pronounced “boo-oh-tees” and it’s meaning? “HERDSMAN” I couldn’t believe what I was reading, because what was my Dad? He was a HERDSMAN, a CATTLEMAN, who spent his working years herding and buying cattle. He could not possibly had known that about Arcturus, except perhaps and probably on his Souls Level.

That is one of the most astonishing synchros I have ever seen, and it simply takes my breath away.

But, I have a question for anyone and everyone on the blog; Is anyone else here who originated from Arcturus? I would so very much like to know!

One more comment…..I had a dear friend for many years, Sherry, who was born eight days after I was born. She lived a few blocks down the beach from us, and was
incredibly spiritually evolved and knowledgeable. (She died three years ago.) Sherry and I often exchanged books, and one day she dropped by to bring me a book. I had never mentioned anything to her about Arcturus. It was something I have felt extremely cautious about disclosing, even to my closest spiritually-minded friends.
The title of the book Sherry brought me that day: “WE, THE ARCTURIANS”. I almost fell to the floor is shock. She told me she had been “guided” to bring me the book….thst SHE was Arcturian! She’s gone Home now.

Are there any more of us HERE?

Thank you all for listening. I’m Homesick, I think.

Star Seed Portal: Arcturus