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A life of high strangeness

Shape-shifting synchronicity

Tiffany Gellner

For as long as I can remember, I have been an epic dreamer. A lucid dreamer, a past life dreamer, a psychic dreamer and even a prophetic dreamer. A habitual astral projector. A traveler, a seeker, a shape shifter. One could say, I am a dream-walker.  In Native American mythology, the dream-walker is an individual that can walk the dream state awake and aware, traveling through space and time. Convening with elders and guides to seek knowledge. To me, this is not mythology, but reality, and it is within this Native American context that I share my story.

Around 1994 I went to a psychic who told me I had a Native American guardian angel. At the time I didn’t pay much attention to this as I was under the suspicion that this particular psychic was… well frankly, full of shit. I mean, what a cliche right?  I have been to many psychics in my life and most of them have been mediocre at best, although I have also had the pleasure of meeting truly gifted psychics, mediums and readers. As I wasn’t convinced of this particular “psychics” authenticity, I took this information with a grain a salt and filed my Native American guide away in the back of my mind. Who knew that 10 years later my mind would wander back to that reading, and the guide I had brushed aside would make a profound appearance in my dream state.

I was standing in a desert peppered with scrub brush and tumble weeds. I found myself atop a sandy hill looking out into the vastness of the rolling dunes. Slowly and deliberately a young Native American man with long braided black hair climbed out of a hole in the ground directly in front of me. I remember him vividly. His chest was bare, tanned and smooth. His pants were soft suede. His hair was so shiny the light bounced off of it and he had feathers woven into his braids. He looked at me with the most beautiful, kind and loving face. I was all at once in awe and at ease. He smiled, looked at me and said, “You are a master number 11. You give and receive unconditional love.” I awoke the next morning a little bewildered by his message.

I was a master number 11? What could that mean? Although I had been studying the Tarot and Kabbalistic magic for years, numerology was not something I had much knowledge in. As “luck” would have it, I had 5 numerology books on my shelf collecting dust. I had acquired them in a huge lot of occult books, and hadn’t gotten around to reading them yet. I grabbed them all off the self and started leafing through them looking for any information I could find on the number 11. The first 4 books held no significant information relating to the message I had received. Their definitions and interpretations on the number 11 ranged from “a severe and religious personality” to “an evil number related to Adams first wife Lilith”. Discouraged I picked up the fifth and final book in my stack, not convinced it would hold any of the validation I needed. I turned to page 24 in The Science of Numerology by Sepharial. There in the center of the page read, “The number eleven operates through the higher emotional side of the nature, showing the expression of universal compassion and love as distinct from the personal and selfish form of love which is often based upon passion. It is a feminine and magnetic number and has a great deal to do with psychic force as well as spiritual power and fortitude.” I was flabbergasted! There was my validation.

It was during this time I was going through some pretty profound spiritual experiences. I had just moved to Richmond Virginia and didn’t know many people. I was living alone, abstinent and spent all my free time focusing on my physical and spiritual health. My primary focus was personal growth. I was going out of my body and having positive visitations almost every night. During this time I had a mind blowing experience with what I believe was the VOID, the ONENESS, the SOURCE. It was also at this time that I started shape-shifting in my dreams. I would mostly dream of being a wolf, or a bird. My wolf dreams were extremely vivid. I would run free through the woods, smelling the damp forest air and feeling the moss beneath my paws. I would hunt rabbits and deer, tasting the delicious bloody, raw flesh in my mouth. In life I grew up a vegetarian and still adhere mainly to a vegetarian diet. I do not enjoy most meats, especially rare red meat, so my revelry in these nightly hunts baffled me. I would constantly dream of turning myself into a bird, flapping my arms until they transformed into wings and then soaring through the sky. In my waking state I was constantly being followed by crows, specifically by a single crow. I’m certainly not convinced it was the same crow every time, but none the less Crow was always around a corner waiting. Cawing at me, like it had some important message or secret to give me.

I have always known I have a bird as one of my spirit animals. I’m not sure when or how I discovered this. For as long as I can remember I just knew it to be so. I could just feel it. I once had a very talented astrologer and shaman tell me I had a bird guiding me, and specifically feel a kinship to blackbirds, crows, ravens and magpies. I wouldn’t understand the significance of these crows and their connection to my experiences until years later. It was only very recently that I stumbled upon the puzzle piece that would allow me to see the picture as a whole and understand the message it had for me.

On October 29th 2013 Coast to Coast am aired an interview with one Hoss Lors, a teacher and rancher turned writer, who had spent years living on the Navajo reservation. His subject: Skin-walkers. I had only vaguely heard of Skin-walkers before listening to this interview, but I knew it had something to do with shape-shifting. Being an individual very familiar with alien contact (more about this in my next blog post), I had heard of Skinwalker Ranch, and I knew there was somehow a connection between these skin-walkers and the alien/ufo phenomenon.

Mr. Lors’ interview fascinated me. The story he had to tell about his experiences on the reservation with these so called skin-walkers was quite unbelievable, and I’m sure for most people hard to digest. I however, choose to believe. I go with what resonates with me, always following my intuition, and my intuition told me this man was telling the truth. Unfortunately for Mr. Lors all of his encounters were very negative. By definition the skin-walker is an evil character in Native American mythology. A witch that practices the dark arts and uses shape-shifting abilities to harm others. He/she gains these abilities through sacrifice, the sacrifice of a child. Using the skin of the desired animal he/she cloaks themselves in the likeness of this animal to go about unnoticed wreaking havoc on the unsuspecting victim. Mr. Lors had been a victim, and had almost paid the ultimate price for his encounter with this evil entity. He writes in his book Skinwalker Shards Linger

In his interview with George Noory, Mr. Lors goes into much more detail on his experiences with these shape-shifting witches and the UFOs he encountered on his land. I highly recommend my readers listen to it. (www.coasttocoastam.com offers a wonderful insider subscription that allows listeners to access past shows and archives). It may also be worth taking a look at Mr. Lors’ website www.oldironadventure.com.

After hearing this story, I scoured the internet looking for any and all information I could find on the skin-walkers. I was surprised to find very little, and what I did find was all negative of course. I know negativity exists in this world and I do not dismiss it, that being said I also do not focus on it. I couldn’t shake a nagging feeling that there had to be more to the mythology, something more positive. I focused my search on the origins of the legend. Mr. Lor had mentioned a possible Hopi connection. Of course, The Hopi! The Hopis origins lay among the stars and the star people. The story goes, that long ago, the star people taught the Hopi how to shape-shift. It was a skill to be respected and used for good. One day a Navajo man came to the Hopi and asked for the shape-shifting magic. His child was sick and dying. He needed the magic to travel a great distance in a short amount of time to retrieve a curative herb and save his child’s life. The Hopi agreed to give the Navajo man this magic, but with a warning. Use this magic only for good. The man agreed and saved his child, but the magic was too tempting, and he soon started using it for selfish, evil ends. Thus the Skin-walker was born.

This Hopi legend was intriguing. Here was proof positive. Not all shape-shifters are evil. There was no sacrifice. There was no evil intent. There was no dark magic. This skill had been passed to them from the “star people”, their alien ancestors. The inter-dimensional creators. These star people were masters of matter and time manipulation. The ultimate shape-shifters if you will. It got me to thinking. If we are descended from the star people, than we still have this magic inside of us. The ability to manipulate time and space. To shift from dimension to dimension. To transform ourselves. To walk in the VOID.

I couldn’t stop thinking about these shape-shifters, these skin-walkers and star people. I was trying not focus on the more negative aspects, but Mr. Lors story had shaken me up a bit. He mentioned in his interview that if you focus on these beings they will show up in your life. This is a concept I am very familiar with. What you focus on expands, and I certainly didn’t want to attract any negative entities to myself. Just months earlier I had had a night visitation from the spirit of a Native American man trying to kill me, and I wasn’t eager to have him back anytime soon.

The morning of Halloween, I decided at the last minute to dress up and meet some friend’s out for drinks. I went through all the cheap and easy ideas in my head. Cat, vampire, skeleton… wolf! Wolf it was. I headed down my local craft store to obtain the things I needed to make the costume. As I was browsing the isles thinking about wolves my mind naturally wandered back to the skin-walkers. That’s when I noticed the song playing on the radio. The lyrics sang, “I’m a skin-walker, a night-stalker.” I was shocked! I had never heard that song in my life! Coincidence? I don’t believe in coincidences. I tried searching the internet for the song and singer but had no luck finding it.

It was during one of my many internet searches for Native American mythology stories that I stumbled upon the site www.spiritanimal.info. I decided to look up my old friend the crow, and what it had to say amazed me.

“Crows are commonly associated with magic and the power to manipulate physical appearances. Ted Andrews in his classic on animal totems “Animal Speak” mentions that we can find crows are common animals that we can find all around the globe. As such, they are a reminder that magic is everywhere. When you encounter a crow, just tune into its behavior and it will give you a clue on how to use the magic powers it carries.

Because of its affinity with life mysteries and magic, the crow is seen in many shamanic traditions as the spirit animal of choice for those who use magic and have the power to manipulate the law of our physical universe. The crow used to be the animal of choice of shamans, those who do witchcraft and shape-shifting.

Crows have a usually black with tints of blue depending on the light shining on them. Their color is symbolic of the onset of creation, of the void or what has not taken form yet. Fascinating spirit animals, they carry the energy of life mysteries and the power for deep inner transformation.

As a spirit guide, the crow will guide you in getting in touch with life mysteries and develop your ability to perceive subtle shifts in energy within yourself and in your environment. It has the ability to go beyond the illusions, especially duality of right and wrong, inner and outer.”

There it was again, shape-shifting, the VOID. Obviously the universe was trying to tell me something. And I’m listening! We truly are more than meets the eye, and this world is truly a magical place. There are amazing things happening all around us, if only we would open our eyes to see it! We are all connected to this universe, the creator, the source. My experience with this VOID is probably one of the most incredible things that has ever happened to me in my life.

One night about 10 years ago I went out of my body. I had had OBE’s many times before, but this particular one felt different.  I floated up, out of my house and  into the night’s sky, drifting toward space. Passing the earth, I could see many alien ships orbiting its atmosphere. As I floated into the oblivion of star speckled darkness, it became very black and still. I became aware that I had no body, I was just a consciousness floating in the infinite nothing. It was nothing and everything all at the same time. It was pure love, pure peace. I was connected to the ALL. I stayed in this state for what seemed like an hour or a second, time did not exist. Then suddenly out of nowhere, a being of pure white light manifested before me. The light was so radiant and the energy so powerful I could hardly stand it. I was in awe. This being then shot the light straight into my body. The energy being transferred to me was so intense I thought I would explode. The sensation I experienced is extremely hard to describe, but I liken it to a cross between being electrocuted and taking a warm bath, like drinking liquid sunshine. Right before I thought I would explode into a billion tiny points of light, I slammed back into my body and shot out of bed light a rocket ship! I was buzzing all over! All my hair follicles were standing on end. I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. I just laid there vibrating for hours, wondering what I had just experienced.

A short thought on psychic self defence

Tiffany Gellner

If you’re anything like me, or just about everyone I’ve come across, you’ve had at least one moment in your life where you’ve had “a bad feeling” about someone or something. Maybe you’ve walked into an old house and gotten an uneasy feeling or avoided that creepy neighbor because they gave you bad vibes. Maybe you’re standing in line at the grocery store and you “feel” a person come up behind you even though you didn’t see or hear them approach. And everyone knows that one person at the office that is so negative they are exhausting to be around. What you are tapping into here is that person or places energy. Sometimes this energy is negative, but it can also be positive. Most people have a friend they love being around because their positive personality is so infectious or have a special place they like to retreat to rest and recharge. The energy we encounter day to day can affect us more than we ever imagined. We are getting bombarded with so many different energy fields on a daily basis, it’s amazing we can even function normally at all. Because we are so susceptible to these energetic influences it’s always a good idea to protect oneself.

I’m a firm believer that everyone can benefit from psychic self-defense. Not just psychics. Some of you may think, “I don’t need psychic self-defense because I have not experienced anything supernatural”. Even the everyday person can benefit from protecting themselves from others energy or others from their own energy. And if you are even a little sensitive to the supernatural you would be smart to start practicing as soon as possible.

When I started experiencing the “night visitors”, I realized a great need to understand what was happening to me and how to protect myself. Any good psychic will tell you there must be boundaries laid down to safely communicate with other entities and consciousness’s. These boundaries and the means by which they are put into place are in my opinion up to the individual. There is truly nothing stronger than the power within oneself, and the individual must use that which resonates best with them to structure a strong protective force around themselves. There are many books that have been written on learning how to protect oneself spiritually, but I personally like Dion Fortune’s ‘Psychic Self-Defense: The Classic Instruction Manual for Protecting Yourself Against Paranormal Attack’. I highly recommend it for anyone wanting to a more in depth understanding into the subject.

Before I do any kind of spiritual work or go to sleep for that matter, I always place a protective shield around my person. I close my eyes, take a deep breath in and out, and envision a big, beautiful pyramid of white light completely encompassing my body. I then take a little time to call on my higher self and my guides to help keep me safe, guide me to understand my purpose, and the best possible outcome of what I am doing. Whether it be doing a reading, sleeping or going to a place where there is a lot of energy around, i.e. a haunted house or even a shopping mall I evoke this “protection spell’. The great thing about psychic self-defense is it works for everyone and traverses all religions. Whether you are calling on Jesus, Allah, Buddha or Gaia you can protect yourself.  The most important thing to remember here is your intent is everything. Will plus desire equals manifestation. If you desire to protect yourself and will it so, it is. It really is that simple. The power is inside you, and up to you to tap into.

As easy a concept as all this is, it can be difficult to rid yourself of fear and self-doubt, and allow yourself to really believe you are a powerful person. I make mentioned in my previous post a Robert Monroe quote I like to refer to in times of fear. This mantra, if you will, really helps me to look at my experiences in a more positive way. Even a negative encounter can be seen as a learning experience and I truly believe even the lowest and most depraved astral entities are worthy of compassion, love and forgiveness, for we are all from the same source.

There is no beginning, there is no end,
   There is only change.
There is no teacher, there is no student,
   There is only remembering.
There is no good, there is no evil,
   There is only expression.
There is no union, there is no sharing,
   There is only one.
There is no joy, there is no sadness,
   There is only love.
There is no greater, there is no lesser,
   There is only balance.
There is no stasis, there is no entropy,
   There is only motion.
There is no wakefulness, there is no sleep,
   There is only being.
There is no limit, there is no chance,
   There is only a plan.

 Robert Monroe

Over the years I have been using my defense methods, I’ve noticed that not only am I able to protect myself faster and stronger, but I’m also more tapped into my higher self, guardian angels and guides. If I need them, I call and they will come! Once when I was experiencing a particularly scary “energy sucker” I could not seem to shake, I cried out for help and a beautiful being of light literally swooped in and swept the negative entity away. It was truly and an amazing experience, one I will never forget, and a great reminder that we are never alone in our struggles. “They” are always watching and willing to help if we would just ask

Night visitors

Tiffany Gellner

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If you Google “Celebrities that have had sex with ghosts” you’ll be surprised at how many articles you’ll come across. Anna Nicole Smith readily admitted to having frequent sexual encounters with a ghostly visitor and just recently the pop star Ke$ha discussed her “ghost sex” with Ryan Seacrest on national television. I know what you’re all thinking. This has to be complete garbage right? Anna Nicole Smith, really? She was frequently pilled out of her mind. And Ke$ha? Has to be a publicity stunt. Well I’m here to tell you it’s entirely possible. Why? Because it has absolutely happened to me. It has happened to me so many times that I honestly don’t remember the first time it occurred. I remember it starting around puberty though, about the same time the OBEs started.

Not always is the encounter sexual, and I admit not all the sexual encounters have been unpleasant. Sometimes a girl gets caught up in the moment. Sometimes a girls been single for 2 years, and just needs to do what she’s got to do! But most of the time I’ve had experiences with some entities that just seem to want to forcefully attach themselves to me for the sake of feeding off my energy, whether it be fear or anger. I refer to all of these entities as Energy Suckers. For what is sex, but another form of energy exchange right? They have also been referred to as the Incubus and Succubus throughout history. The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines incubus and succubus as: Demons (male and female, respectively) who seek to have sexual intercourse with sleeping humans. I do not believe in demons. What I do believe, is that most of these beings are dis-incarnate entities that are attracted to certain types of people for many different reasons. Sometimes these entities are seeking a sexual encounter because that is what was most important to them when they were in physical form. Sometimes these beings are attracted to fear and negative energy. If someone is a bad person in life they can sometimes carry that over into the afterlife. These beings can range from annoying to downright nasty. I try not to use the word evil when describing these entities because I feel like this heightens the fear of the individual having the encounter and takes away their personal power. Words are power and these beings do not have to have power over you. A wonderful line from a quote by Robert Monroe comes to mind, “There is no good, there is no evil, there is only expression.” I frequently think of this line now whenever I have a negative encounter with a roving entity that’s up to no good.  I’ve mostly gotten used to dealing with these nighttime visitors and I have my own personal mantras and payers to banish them from my space. I’ve gotten much stronger and more confident in my abilities over the years but I’ve defiantly had some encounters that were down right bone chilling. I recall one such event when I was in my early twenties. I was laying on the couch one evening reading “The Tree of Life” by Israel Regardie, when I started to feel a bit sleepy. I set my book on my chest and put my glasses on the coffee table. No sooner had I shut my eyes than I felt two hands sliding up my inner thighs. “Oh no,” I thought, “Not again, not now.” I really wasn’t in the mood to be honest and I started to get angry. “NO WAY!” I affirmed. “YOU DO NOT HAVE MY PERMISSION! NOT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!” Usually this affirmation will take care of the weaker clingers but this guy was strong and angry that I had resisted him. I call “it” a guy because this entity was defiantly identifying as male. Most of the entities that have sought out sexual encounters with me have been of a male energy. I held fast to my mantra and called on my personal guardians to help me banish this unwelcome guest. I could feel his hands moving up my stomach and onto my breasts. At this time I started to panic, I could feel the oppressive energy weighing heavily on my chest. I tried desperately to resist but was seemingly losing the battle. I gathered all my energy and tried one last time to force him off. As I did this I opened my eyes to a frightening sight. There was a massive, heavy and dark humanoid cloud hovering inches from my body. We were literally face to face! I could only make out slight facial features but what I could see was twisted with anger. He then screamed right in my face, as a last ditch effort to frighten me I assume, and disappeared. Needless to say I did not sleep well that night. Yikes.

These encounters have followed me into the present and still happen to this day but on a much more positive scale. While I still get the occasional energy sucker or lusty bedroom visitor, my experiences these days are mostly with consciousness’s looking to communicate with me. Some are lost, some just want to be heard, and some are attracted to me because I can see or hear them. Unfortunately I can’t turn these experiences on or off at will at this point. I can’t make them happen when I want them to and they usually do happen at the most inconvenient times. I am currently working on honing my skills so that I may at some point soon learn control them. This blog is a chronicle of my journey thus far. I don’t have all the answers, but I will keep searching, learning and experiencing in the hopes to enlighten myself.

A little bit about the beginning.

Tiffany Gellner

So, where to begin? Well, predictably at the beginning. The beginning of my experiences that is. Flash back to 1994, Virginia Beach.  I was in the agonizing throws of puberty. Awkward, confusing, gut wrenching puberty. I was a late bloomer and at 14 I had just discovered kissing boys, “punk rock”, and how best to flunk out of school. I was soon to perfect the art of pot smoking and teenage apathy. But right there, in between those adolescent milestones something crazy happened.

I was falling asleep one night, drifting off to the angsty sounds of Henry Rollins’ “The Boxed Life” and thinking about ugly thrift store clothes, when suddenly with a loud BOOM and a WOOSH I was sucked down and out of my body. It was so quick I had no time to realize what was happening. I was terrified! At first I thought, I must be sinking into my bed, but how is that possible? Or wait, worse! I was being sucked down into the depths of hell! I didn’t know if I even believed in hell at the time (I don’t now) but when you’re 14, scared and alone in the dark all your beliefs are up in the air. The fear was so intense I almost immediately went back into my body. I woke up with a silent scream that must have come out as a whimper because my mom came rushing in to see if I was OK. I don’t know how but her bionic mother ears had heard my tiny voice from 2 rooms away. I was so thankful to be back in reality. I told her what had happened and she casually explained I was having an OBE, an out of body experience. I went out of my body?! Astral projected?!  She assured me it was very natural and had happened to her many times. She told me not to be afraid, but I was.

The next morning she directed me to our living room book shelf and handed me “Journeys out of the body,” by Robert Monroe. My life would never be the same. That was the first time Robert Monroe would change my life. From that night forward I started having OBEs all the time. I’d wake up at the ceiling, scream and slam back into my body. Sometimes I’d just float casually through the wall and up into the night sky. Other times I’d be flying through the air like superman and still others I’d weightlessly drift above earth in the stillness of space. It was all very exciting!

I noticed more often than not I’d have an OBE in the mornings if I had fallen back asleep or went to nap in the nurse’s office during first period at school. I later read that this time after initially waking was a perfect time to have an OBE because the body can easily slip back into sleep but the mind is very alert. I had one of my most profound experiences in that very same nurse’s office a year later. It was first period and I was exhausted as usual. I could never seem to sleep enough in those days. I greeted the nurses with my usual excuse, “headache”. “Yes, again”. I flopped onto a cot in the back room and passed out. What seemed like only seconds later, I heard my name being called. Was first bell over all ready? Dam! I had just fallen asleep. I opened my eyes and there standing before me was…me! Yes, me! She looked at me and said “Tiffany, don’t be afraid. Take my hand” I was so stunned I didn’t know what to do. There I was talking to MYSELF! I reluctantly gave her my hand and WOOSH I was pulled straight out. Once I was freed of my physical body my “other self” disappeared and I floated aimlessly through my high school. I saw some of my friends in the hall, but they seemed oblivious to my attempts to communicate with them. I saw the cheerleaders practicing in the foyer. I saw my teachers in their class rooms teaching. All in all just a typical school day. When I awoke from my incredible nap I rushed to meet my friends to see if they had been in that very same hall.

They were! Did the cheerleaders practice that morning? They had! I had validated my journey and it felt great! I know what you might be thinking. It all sounds crazy! Well crazy was still to come.

It’s at this time I’d like to take a little side trip and explain why this all seemed so casual in my home. Well the answer is, I come from a family of very open minded women. My mom and grandmother have studied the occult and metaphysics for most of their lives, especially the readings of Edgar Cayce. We had moved to Virginia Beach in 1992 to be closer to the A.R.E. The Association of Research and Enlightenment, or the Edgar Cayce foundation. I learned quickly to keep this information to myself.

In 1992 you lived in Virginia Beach for 1 of 3 reasons, the military, Pat Robertson or the A.R.E. The majority of the kids I went to school with came from military families, or were born again Christians of the Christian Coalition. A very small amount of us were A.R.E. kids and unless you were very involved with the organization you didn’t really know each other. You don’t just walk up to the kids at school and say “Hi, I’m so and so, we live here because of the A.R.E. I learned THAT the hard way. On the first day of 6th grade I was introduced as the new kid and a class mate asked if my dad was in the navy. “No, we moved here because of Edgar Cayce.” I said excited with the prospect of making a new friend. “Oh, you’re a devil worshiper!” she said and walked away. And that was the end of that conversation.

I took mental note, don’t tell people why you moved to Virginia Beach, yikes! Kids are cruel and throwing things like metaphysics and vegetarianism in the mix make things down right brutal…But adversity builds character and I’m sure I had my cruel moments. We became vegetarians when I was 6. I remember asking my mom what that meant. She replied, “No more BLTs”, and I cried. In 1986 being a vegetarian was not considered cool. Things had lightened up a bit in 1992 but the kids still had jokes. Field trips were always a disaster. When the chaperone announced we were all going to McDonald’s all the kids cheered, I cringed. There was always the, “What are you going to eat, just a bun with lettuce on it?” Or the always fun, “You’re stupid, why you don’t just eat a burger? It’s not going to kill you”.  But my favorite was, “What are your parent’s dirty hippies or something?”  I remember in 4th grade I was sent to camp for 2 weeks. The 4th grade cabin was full so I had to bunk with the 3rd graders. Social suicide! Talk about devastating! But the real nail in the coffin came at lunch time when all the kids corralled into the dining cabin and noticed my food had all been shipped in special. No bueno. In High school things had turned around a bit. All the hard core kids were becoming vegetarians or militant vegans so I wasn’t so different anymore. But I still only discussed my experiences with a hand full of my close friends, and I certainly didn’t discuss my OBEs with just anyone. I was just getting used to the OBEs when the “night visitations” started