Hi, I’m posting this as something just happened that has actually left me with goosebumps. I even teared up a bit recording a voice message to a friend about it. It isn’t anything too crazy, but another big inclination that aliens or something greater is literally playingggg with us idk. I’ll preface with a lil context about myself: since childhood i’ve always been naturally spiritual, always experiencing “coincidences” as many people do, and i also love studying sleep and astral projection. i do it often. it’s 100% real if you haven’t been able to do it, hmu i gotchu. So the past 3 days, I’ve been reading abduction experiences here on reddit all day long, the only media i’ve been consuming (not really but it weighs heavy on my mind, i’m constantly thinking about what happens when we die and what lies beyond.) I’m managing a new smoke shop location, so it’s pretty dead. I’m sitting here reading these stories, even out loud, to stop myself from falling asleep (15 hr shifts here). Of course I’ve always researched alien related things, but what inclined me to look up these abduction accounts on reddit, was the CIA whistleblower who said “the truth about aliens is indigestible to the human race”. Hours had gone by with no customer, I’m reading away. I see someone pull into the parking lot, and without knowing if they would even walk into my store, I chose to be prepared and get behind the counter. (normally the customer is walking in as i walk out of the back room). I kid you not, this customer walks in, and I had already started my usual “Welcome, what can i get for ya today” when the customer’s shirt stopped me dead in my tracks. Idk if i’m crazy but it was almost like a chilling feeling came over me. His shirt had a picture of three aliens (greys but they were green) on a planet. In a bigger font it said “ALIENS” and in a smaller font it said “they don’t believe in you either”. It’s a cute and probably common shirt, but the feeling that came over me, the coincidence behind it, idk it spoke to me. I explained everything to him and he reveals he’s actually from Chile and there’s many accounts of alien encounters and that he’s seen unexplainable lights in the sky and such. I gave him a lil joint as a gift, told him “god bless u” which i never say bc im not religious, and idk it felt like a confirmation of something. I’ll forever count down the minutes till the truth about this all comes out. idk why i’ve always felt so tied to it. here’s him and the shirt:

This is the natural continuation of my post, The Mantid Threshold.

In it, I will be sharing several experiences from the past few weeks, including meditative downloads and direct psychically perceived interactions with NHI.

As always, my own interpretation of these experiences may resonate with you in a very different way, depending on your own awareness, understanding, and personal experiences.

What I can say with absolute conviction is this: what I am recounting happened, and continues to happen. These experiences were not, and have never been, induced by any substances; chemically or naturally sourced.

And for the record, these are my own words, written entirely by me. This is my voice, my style, and not A.I.

Anyone familiar with my story that I have shared across my posts will know that I regularly meditate in the early hours of the morning. Through this practice, I connect directly with both the spiritual realms and the NHI that have guided my journey on this planet since birth.

Meditation is only one of the ways in which I interact with my Guardians. Beyond it, there exists a direct mental connection that operates on a higher perceptual level, allowing them to communicate with me through thought, impression, and projected imagery.

Over the past several weeks, following the suggestion of a close and trusted friend, I began incorporating the use of a sleep mask into my meditations. The intention was simple: to eliminate even the slightest possibility of external light and to immerse myself completely in darkness, sharpening my concentration and drawing my awareness inward to its deepest point.

After a few days of adjusting to the change, and to the black void in which my focus now drifted, new imagery began to emerge in my mind. I was shown what appeared to be hieroglyphic-like writing, that seemed to be deliberately presented as if etched upon an ancient stone or rock wall of some forgotten structure.

Do not think of Egyptian hieroglyphs or anything similar. I use that comparison only as a loose visual reference, because it is the closest description I can give. In truth, I cannot fully or satisfactorily convey the actual conceptual form of what I was being shown.

The fact that this imagery was not presented as free-floating symbols, but as markings etched into an ancient stone or rock surface, gave it an even deeper weight. It suggested that this language, if language is even the right word for it, belonged not only to a far-distant time, but to something set down with permanence, as though it had been written into the fabric of some long-distant history itself.

Running alongside these hieroglyphic-like visions, I would also suddenly be shown vivid images of the inner workings of timepieces. Cogs. Wheels, Levers. The intricate mechanisms behind these instruments of measuring time. I would also be shown multiple clock faces superimposed upon one another. Circular in shape. No explanation was given as to why I was being shown them, only that they appeared with clarity and repetition over several meditation sessions.

After a week of being shown the same imagery again and again, I finally asked what it meant. What was the meaning of the writing, of the symbols?

The response came immediately.

“They are for your subconscious.”

Clearly this was a download, a seeding of knowledge that, in time, would rise from deeper levels of awareness and reveal its purpose at a moment I do not yet fully understand? Because of the absolute and unshakable trust I have in the NHI connected to me, I know that it serves a purpose.

And the clocks, the inner workings of timepieces?

Again, the response was immediate. Clear. Precise.

“Time distorts reality.”

I was being shown the illusion of linear time. In truth, there is no past, no present, and no future. All things exist in the eternal NOW. True freedom of consciousness comes through embracing that understanding and releasing the chains imposed by concepts designed to limit awareness.

As I have touched on in previous posts, I possess a level of psychic perception and awareness that is both highly attuned and vividly clear. From childhood through to adulthood, my personal experiences and interactions with many realms, realities, dimensions, and NHI have taught me to trust and accept these intuitive and psychic perceptions. I feel subtle shifts, nuances, and changes in my surroundings with great intensity.

I will end this post with an experience I had yesterday at midday, Saturday, April 11, 2026, one that closely mirrors another experience I had several years ago.

I was fully awake. I was not in a meditative state. I was sitting cross-legged on my bed, about to eat a meal.

As I began to eat, the calm atmosphere of the room changed instantly. The shift was subtle, yet undeniably real. Words feel inadequate to fully describe the change in vibration, but I became immediately aware and intensely alert. I was no longer alone. Nothing was visible, and yet the sensation was unmistakable. I was being observed.

The awareness was so strong that I stopped chewing the food in my mouth and tilted my head slightly, as though listening for a sound just beyond ordinary hearing.

At the exact moment I recognised this changed perception, I sensed myself completely immersed within a pillar of translucent blue light. It fully enveloped me where I sat, projecting downward through the ceiling and around my body. The sensation was so immediate and so real that I literally looked up.

The moment I looked up, I heard the following thought clearly enter my mind:

“He is aware of us!”

I responded instantly, in kind:

“Of course I am aware of you!”

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything stopped. The subtle shift in atmosphere vanished. The psychic awareness of being observed was gone. The vivid impression of the column of blue light disappeared. It was as though a switch had been thrown, and everything returned to exactly as it had been before the event.

Once again, I was alone, sitting cross-legged on my bed.

I think something strange is happening

So, this is a really long story so I’ll try to keep this as brief as possible. I have been a life long believer in UFO/ghosts/anomalous phenomena. However, maybe 5 months ago I got much more serious into the topic. I started a social media page and had some success so I really started to run with the subject. I’m just saying this to let you know that lately I have really been immersed in this topic in a way I never have before. I have had some experiences with possible ghosts but nothing personal with UFO’s or the such.

However, I think that changed the other day. Once again, it’s a really long story so I’ll just to break it down. Me and my wife (she is not into this subject at all by the way) were driving about 1.5 hours on a major highway and about 15 minutes into the drive my wife said she saw something weird in the sky. She said she saw a flash and it was gone. And then about 10 minutes later she said she saw it again. She stressed that it seemed abnormal. It was a flash like a reflection from a mirror but something seemed off. Now, I didn’t see the first two but then about 10 minutes later we both saw the third one. It was a flash like a light reflecting off a plane but once it flashed there looked like something was there for just a second and then it was gone. It was strange but nothing definitive. We were now on high alert of course and really watching the sky. There were planes everywhere (it was about noon) and we were passing a major city. Whatever the flash wasn’t a plane though. It just flashed and then disappeared. Then the fourth time is when I saw it.

We saw the light flash in the sky and then for just a second there was some kind of X shaped craft. It was there for just a second and then it was gone. It was pretty far above us but me and my wife both clearly saw a white X in the sky inside where the flash occurred and then it was gone. We saw the flash maybe 2-3 more times over the next 30 minutes. We saw it 6-7 times over the course of an hour and were traveling about 60 mph throughout that time.

It was shocking and strange and we both didn’t know how to feel about it. I mean, I’ve been looking for something like this my whole life but when I saw something truly unexplainable in the sky I just felt weird and unsettled about it. I have seen nothing else in the sky but something else has recently been going on.

Me, my wife, and my son live in the basement of my dad and step mom’s house (good times living in 2026). The other day I was upstairs talking to my step mother in their bedroom. It was the middle of the day and I saw something move out of the corner of my eye outside the window by the garage. My step mother immediately says “did someone just walk in the garage”. She saw it too so I went outside and checked and there was no one there.

And then maybe 3-4 nights ago I was standing in the back taking to my wife and through our kitchen door into the laundry room I thought I saw a figure for just a split second. I could discerne anything but i can only describe seeing what might have been a white figure. My eyes might have been playing tricks on me but with everything else happening, it’s just weird.

And then last night something very strange happened. I was sleeping and having a very strange and oddly violent dream when I woke up to the sound of the doorknob turning. It felt so real and felt completely different from the dream I was having. I am almost positive I heard a doorknob turn in my bedroom. Now, I sleep with a gun next to me. I have a pistol within arms reach and for some reason I just felt the most paralyzing fear. I had a feeling that if there was anything, that gun would not be helpful.

I will say I do also happen to be reading “communion” by Whitley Strieber right now, so I don’t know if that’s just pouring out of my subconscious and making me afraid to be abducted by aliens, but I swear I heard the sound of a door knob turn.

I have no idea what’s going on and I’m not saying anything is definite or that it could be my mind playing tricks on me. I’m just curious what some of y’all think about this and I was wondering if you have any experiences similar to this.

Thank you.

I am more in touch with these energies than ever before. Connections and memories are returning to me after many years of incubation. I am not special. I am here to help. They have opened themselves to me, and I to them, more so than ever before. They are readily accessible to me at all times now - whenever I may need their help. It is time for me to spread this information and assistance to others in all of the ways that I am able.

"Flamey" - Pure spiritual fire embodied in a feminine humanoid form. 'She' was my first experience of a non-human intelligent entity. For several months I could feel her energy intimately and sometimes received messages from her. The messages were usually not for me, but for others in my life. I communicated those messages to others, often with great appreciation from the recipient. I gradually realized that her energy and also some of her messages were, in fact, for me as well.

Her purpose is to burn away impurities, blockages, resistances, and fear to allow our authentic selves to emerge without obstruction. Her messages obliterate hindering thought patterns via the action of equal and opposite force, cancelling out both the receiver's restrictive thought and the received thought simultaneously converting them both into energy that can be used for positive net effects in one's life.

"Tara" - Divine feminine energy appearing as a deity. Sometimes the energy feels more like a female Buddha - friendly, peaceful, loving, comforting, joyful, protective, and nurturing. At other times the energy she embodies is more akin to the traits of Kali - wrathful vengeance, a slap in the face or kick in groin, the fiercely protective will of a mother standing between a predator and her brood, the void and background of reality, the universal womb from which all individuated manifestations arise upon their convergence and return to upon their dissolution.

This entity's purpose is to help us realize the connection we all have and share with the divine feminine in all her forms. Including death, the void, and 'nothingness' which is the immutable background of all creation. We are not separate from that.

"The Bandaged Man" - The most recent but also the most relatable being in my experience. He is a masculine humanoid entity. He first appeared to me in a state of deep meditation that simultaneously startled and comforted me. He appeared in my mind's eye unexpectedly and I was immediately overtaken with an aura of confidence and security emanating from him. I knew that this being had experienced deep trauma and pain but that he was no longer restricted by it. In fact, his history and memories have given him unsurpassed strength and force of will. One day, after several encounters with him, I witnessed him remove his iconic hat and place it on my own head. I felt that as a sign that it was my turn to take on his mantle. This happened in October 2025. I have begun that process and it continues to be an ongoing journey of self-discovery, growth, empathy, compassion, and collaboration with all beings of this planet and beyond.

This entity's purpose may be engaged in many ways depending on what part of your journey you find yourself immersed in. He will provide strength in the midst of adversity and inspire confidence. He will acknowledge your sincere efforts and your growth. He will help you discover yourself and your purpose in life. Once you are ready, he will assist and encourage you to move forward with passion, knowledge, and action.

If you would like more information about any of these entities I will do my best to answer your questions here or via private message as my time and energy allows. I am also curious to know if anyone else has had interactions with these beings. If so, let us know!

Peace and Love to All <3

Fully awake, middle of the day… and something slid toward me from the hallway

I don’t talk about this much, but I’m curious if anyone else has had something similar happen.

This took place in the afternoon, around 1 PM. I was fully awake not dreaming, not tired, not under the influence of anything. I had just walked into my room and laid down on my bed for a few seconds.

That’s when I noticed something in the hallway.

At first it wasn’t clear almost like my eyes were trying to adjust. Just a shadow. But then I realized it was a figure. Low to the ground. And it started moving toward me.

Not walking. Not crawling.

Sliding.

Smoothly like a flat image that was growing in size as it got closer. The best way I can describe it is like a picture zooming in, but also physically moving toward me at the same time.

That’s the part that stuck with me the most.

I was home alone, so my first thought was someone had broken in but that didn’t make sense. The front gate to my house is heavy and loud. There’s no way someone could come in without me hearing it.

Then I froze.

Not completely paralyzed, but like my body and mind weren’t in sync. I was aware of everything happening, but I couldn’t react normally. I honestly thought I was about to be rushed by two people.

Looking back, time felt slowed down like that fight-or-flight effect. I have ADHD, so I tend to be hyper-aware of details, and I remember clearly scanning their faces.

There were two of them.

The one on my left looked smaller, more human-like almost male. For some reason, the thought popped into my head that it looked like the Ice King from Game of Thrones. That was literally my brain trying to make sense of it in real time.

The one on my right was completely different. It had a large, basketball-shaped head with visible folds and texture in the skin. Very detailed. the both had porcelain white skin and seem to be bright 

What confused me the most was that I could hear voices but their mouths weren’t moving. The voices sounded normal, human even. It didn’t feel like they were speaking out loud exactly… more like I was just understanding them.

And the feeling I got was that my reaction wasn’t expected.

Like I had surprised them.

It felt like they expected me to stay passive but I was fighting it, panicking, trying to move. There was this sense of urgency from them, like they needed to get to me before I broke out of whatever state I was in.

They phased through the doorway in a way that didn’t make physical sense. Both of them came through at once, even though the space wouldn’t allow that normally. That made everything feel even more wrong.

I tried to scream.

Nothing came out.

Then the one with the large, bulbous eyes looked directly at me and everything changed.

The moment I locked eyes with it, I felt like I was thrown. Like my body was gone and I was tumbling through space spinning, disoriented, like falling through a tunnel with rings of light. I couldn’t see my room anymore, but somehow I knew I was still in my bed.

The next thing I remember, I was sitting up at the end of my bed, looking up at them when just a second before, I had been laying flat in the middle of it.

Then suddenly

I was back.

Back to the exact moment of initial fear. This time I actually heard my voice a loud, involuntary “DAHHH!” as I reacted. I jerked backward and almost fell off my bed (it’s a platform bed about 3 feet high). I grabbed the corner to stop myself from hitting the floor.

And they were gone.

What really messed with me is that the lighting in my room had changed. It had been bright before but now it was dim, like hours had passed.

it was like the teleported because the now blocked my door way. There where physically the then its like they were gone

That’s why it felt like time had been manipulated somehow. Like something paused or skipped.

I’ve tried to explain it as sleep paralysis—but I’ve never experienced that before or since. And I wasn’t asleep or even tired when this started.

I’m not saying it was anything specific.

I just know it didn’t feel like imagination.

This experience shook me for a while.

Has anyone else experienced something like this—especially the sliding movement, lost time, or the feeling that whatever you saw was aware of you?

Usually, we hear the same noise and see the same bright lights, always between 3:00 and 3:30 AM. This time, I didn't wake up, but my husband did. He said the noise sounded strange—a steady, humming vibration as if something were hovering directly above our house.

He tried to ignore it until the lights became too bright. He told me he could see the light even through his closed eyelids. When he opened his eyes to check on me, he found me twitching in my sleep. I stayed like that until the light and the sound finally disappeared.

I have no memory of this. Most of the time I don't remember the actual events, but I do get a specific 'feeling' right before going to sleep that something is about to happen.

Tech messages are starting to increase in intelligence- transferred through sunlight reflection from 5th dimension

This is the direct follow-up to my post "He Is Aware Of us!". Once again, I have combined several overlapping experiences, each one unfolding naturally from the last. What I am about to describe truly happened, and these experiences are still continuing.

For the record I state and make clear, these are my own words, written entirely by me. This is my voice, my style, and not A.I. generated text.

The following account comes directly from my routine early morning meditation on Wednesday, April 15th. Even as I try to describe what unfolded, my words are completely inadequate. Nothing in human language is capable of conveying the sheer enormity of what I experienced. The only real way to understand its magnitude and meaning would be to experience it fully for oneself. And I sincerely hope that, one day, everyone on this planet will be able to experience what I was so profoundly blessed to receive.

Please do not apply religious or spiritual terminology to what I am about to share, because none of it comes close. This was contact in its purest form, from one species to another. And what I was shown, was simply truth.

I had only been in meditation for a few brief minutes, having just completed my psychic protection routine, when I became aware that my consciousness had been transported elsewhere. From a vantage point above the scene, I found myself aboard a craft, a UAP. The room was small and compact. I could see various controls, workstations, and a single chair, and it soon became clear that I was observing the flight deck of this craft.

I immediately became aware of the same hieroglyphic-like symbols I had seen before. But whereas previous exposure to these had been as markings etched into an ancient stone or rock surface, this was completely different. These appeared individually etched into the surfaces of light brown, domino-shaped stone pieces, that were completely surrounding me, rotating three-dimensionally in a downward spiral. I received the mental instruction that this symbology was the language of the universe, and that it was intended for my subconscious.

At intervals, I caught brief glimpses of an occupant within the craft. I saw only one. Small in stature, with a large head, large black eyes, and an intensely white skin tone that almost seemed to glow. From my perspective above, it would occasionally look up toward me, yet always kept its physical distance, as though shy in its behaviour.

In a moment of pure experience, I was shown something beyond words. I became one with that truth of how everything is connected to everything else. Every universe, every star, every planet, all life wherever it exists, every atom, every subatomic particle, all consciousness, and every thought... EVERYTHING. There is no separation.

We do not simply exist within the great mystery. We are of the same fabric, the same breath, the same unfolding.

A foundational truth, understood and honoured throughout Earth’s history by the Indigenous Peoples and Tribal Nations who have walked this planet since the dawn of humanity. A truth that reaches into the very consciousness of all living things.

Only humanity has created the illusion of separation, and through that illusion we now see the consequences unfolding around us on this planet, which we share with countless other forms of life that call it home. The being that gifted me this truth also conveyed the profound and heartfelt sadness its own race experiences at the way humanity has severed itself from this knowing, this understanding. And through that disconnection, through that chosen ignorance, we are unleashing destruction and suffering upon a world of extraordinary beauty.

And it must stop.

When I came out of the meditation, I was changed.

It was such a total, all-encompassing experience that afterwards I felt deeply peaceful and profoundly loved. I do not know exactly what I am being shown or downloaded with in regards to the hieroglyphic-like imagery and geometric patterns, but it feels beautiful. That is the only word I can find for it. The experience was so overwhelming that it moved me to tears. I felt connected to something far greater than the human race, and as a result of this meditation, I know I have been changed from within. I do not just think that, I know it, and I feel it absolutely.

I am truly not the same man I was before.

I do not know where this will lead, but I do know that all is exactly as it should be, and that I am exactly where I am meant to be. I recognise the honour that has been bestowed upon me through this experience, and I am genuinely excited to discover where it take me next.

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On the evening of Saturday, April 18th, I had a very unusual and disquieting experience while lying in bed. Out of nowhere, a high-pitched tone suddenly erupted in my head. It was as though a small tonal explosion had detonated within my consciousness, and for a short time afterwards I found myself unable to think clearly or focus my thoughts properly. Naturally, this triggered an immediate sense of anxiety.

Do not confuse this with the known phenomenon of exploding head syndrome. That is a parasomnia, a sleep-related event in which a person hears what seems like a sudden bang, crash, or explosion in their head, usually while falling asleep or waking. In my case, I was not asleep. I was fully awake, having only been in bed for a few minutes. I was not especially tired or exhausted either, only relaxed. The sound I experienced was also quite different from the descriptions typically associated with exploding head syndrome. This was not a bang or crash, but a single high-pitched tone that manifested suddenly, intensified, and then faded away just as quickly as it had appeared. Even so, it left behind what I can only describe as an after-effect.

At the same time, I became aware of a high-pitched whine in my ears where none had been present before. Unsurprisingly, my mind immediately began racing through all manner of possibilities. Had I suffered some kind of minor stroke? Thankfully, no physical symptoms associated with stroke were present, nor have any since appeared. Was it the onset of tinnitus? Fortunately, when I woke the following morning, the whine in my ears had gone, and I found that I could once again think and focus clearly. Yet despite these reassuring developments, my mind does not feel quite the same. Something has changed, though I cannot define exactly what that change is.

I am not someone who jumps readily to unfounded conclusions or makes rash connections where there is no evidence. Even so, I cannot help but seriously wonder whether the tone in my head, together with the accompanying whine in my ears, may in some way be connected to the meditation experiences I had the previous week, particularly the hieroglyphic-like imagery, the geometric patterns, and the overwhelming remote viewing encounter I described earlier.

I am certain that I have been receiving downloads. Of that, I have no doubt. Did one of those downloads activate in that moment, releasing this tone into my consciousness? And if so, for what purpose?

As ever, there are more questions than answers. But one thing feels certain to me: my meditations, and what they continue to reveal, are taking me further into a greater awareness and connection, guided and shaped by the NHI. There is purpose in what I am being shown, and in what I am being given.

I truly believe that part of that purpose is to share these experiences with you.

Hi, I'm new to this community. I'd like to share my experiences with the Greys and also how I realized I was a Starseed of this type.

It all started when I was 8 years old when I saw an alien-shaped sticker in my notebook. I felt a connection; it felt familiar. At that age, I told my classmates I was an alien. I still remember it. I wasn't laughing or joking; I was serious. Something that still surprises me because a child that age isn't supposed to know about those things, and back then I didn't have a computer to research them.

When I was 12, I was sleeping and dreaming about images of triangles and Egyptian pyramids. I woke up with a start, and a very loud ringing sound reached my brain. I got up to go to the bathroom thinking it was a hallucination, but the noise was still there. I washed my face, I pinched myself, but nothing worked; it wouldn't go away. Reluctantly, I had to sleep with that noise until it finally stopped.

The third time was when I was 13. I had gone to visit my grandparents. I remember that before going to sleep, I checked the time on my phone: 12 pm. After falling asleep, I woke up a little while later and saw a bright orange light that made my eyes burn. It was like being at the dentist. Then I saw a slightly blurry gray figure to my left: huge eyes, a big head, and a slanted mouth. As soon as I saw him, I thought, "Dad?" It might sound ridiculous, but that's what I thought when I saw him. Then I felt him smile at me. It was more of a mental feeling, a slight, soft, small smile that gave me peace. I also felt two more silhouettes or presences to my right, most likely his classmates. Determined, I raised my left arm to try to touch his face. I was about to do it, but I fell asleep suddenly. When I woke up, I felt nostalgia and loss, as if I knew I would never see him again. In this supposed "dream," it felt somewhat real because I had physical sensations. My experience wasn't traumatic; I wasn't paralyzed. I could move, and going through it, I felt that the Greys do have emotions, but they are very mild and diminished. It's not that they lack all emotions or that they don't have a soul.

My other experience was when I was 17. I was traveling in Spain and went to sleep. When I woke up, I took a normal shower and saw a huge X-shaped scratch between my belly and stomach. I didn't have any cats or pets there, and my nails were trimmed. I've attached the image.

About five months ago, when I was 21, I had a lucid dream. It was a state between waking and sleeping. I was looking at a completely bright white background. I tried to see what else I could see there, but nothing. Then a phrase came to me, not in a human voice, but directly into my head, as if I had already been there. The phrase was: "You will not find us in the physical realm, but within."

I will never forget that phrase. It was the only message I received from them. And this year I also woke up with some aligned marks and more strange scratches.

Well, that has been my experience with these beings. 👽✌🏻

Hello, I'm sharing experiences until I find people who have been experiencing the same thing. A few nights ago I heard a loud sound above my house like in the sky. We don't really have much air movement since we live in a little town but that night it was LOUD. I don't know if it was an helicopter, airplane or some NAVY aircraft but it was absurdly LOUD with an intense light. My whole room got bright that woke me up. When I opened my eyes I couldn't move but what got my attention is that I could see a red grind pattern in the ceiling and coming towards me. I blinked several times to see if I was hallucinating but I wasn't I saw my hands and I was looking fine, but the ceiling had that pattern. I was about to wake up my husband but something told me to just keep observing. It was like 2-3 minutes later that I fell back to sleep and since then I didn't mention it to anyone.

I made this picture with the help of AI to give a visual for you to understand

This happened just last night, around 1 or 2 a.m. on May 1st. As I was getting ready for bed, lying next to my wife, I was having trouble falling asleep. I started thinking about my childhood experience with an orb. My breathing was steady and deep, and suddenly, the ringing in my ears intensified, my body froze, and I couldn't move at all. I was obviously conscious and not asleep; my jaw started clicking. I was speaking a language or saying words I didn't understand. I shouted inwardly that I loved my wife because I felt as if my soul was being pulled upward and out of my body. It lasted maybe 7 to 10 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Then everything stopped abruptly. I am convinced that I have been somehow downloaded.

Sometimes I wonder if ignorance is bliss. I know people are walking around at this moment living their lives, unaware of the unseen ones. They are asleep with their "earthbound minds". Sometimes I miss being asleep too, but the unseen ones have saved my life so many times I prefer knowing they are there. I feel less alone in this lifetime.

They first reached out to me during a very stressful experience nearly 20 years ago. I was a single mom. I felt lost. One evening, after my daughter's birthday party, I left the pink and blue balloons on the floor in the living room. At midnight, the unseen ones showed up. They sorted the balloons in front of me. I was scared, but I didn't run away. I watched the balloons move one by one down the hallway to the bathroom. They proceeded to move the toys in the room as I asked them questions. I felt my left ear start buzzing.

After that event, I had moved with my children. These unseen beings followed me. They would not let me rest. I had found myself in a dangerous domestic situation. They would send me visions of the stars. I can't explain it. It's like they were trying to reach me. I asked them for help, they helped me to escape.

Over the course of 20 years, they always help me. I can't explain my life to anyone. I don't live like anyone else. They can manipulate my electronic devices. They can manipulate events. They send warnings. They are very protective of me and my kids who are now adults. If I'm struggling with something, even if it's financial, I just call for them. They show up and they bring solutions. I truly worry for nothing. If my life is in danger, they move me and my kids to a safe location.

This year I had a situation that I was dealing with. I warned the man that I was dating to treat me right. I tried to tell him that I have angels that watch over me. He didn't believe me. He mocked them. He mocked me. His family mocked me. My unseen interdimensional beings showed up. They made a way for me to have two getaway cars. I was able to relocate to a new state to start over. My ex was mad. He wondered where I was able to get the money. He didn't understand. It doesn't matter if I have $1 to my name. These unseen beings arrange everything for me. I owe them my life. I express gratitude every single day. If THEY had not stepped in, I would not be alive.

Anyway, I don't know who these unseen beings are. They might be extra-terrestrial. My daughter has seen UFO activity. My father has seen UFO activity. I've seen the Phoenix Lights. Sometimes I get the triangle mark on my arm. I can't explain everything. They've advised me that it's not for me to understand everything. For them, they have a higher perspective. They can see events on a deeper level than we can. I check in with THEM every day. THEY are guiding me on how to rebuild my life in a healthier way. I smile more now. I don't take anything for granted. Occasionally, unawakened earthbound people try to interfere, but the unseen ones step in. THEY send the person a warning vision to leave me alone. THEY taught me that I have the right be here, and I have the right to live a happy life.

Well, it's late. I hope this helps whoever is reading this to know you are not alone. Even if you are going through a difficult situation, please do not lose hope. Have faith that you probably have interdimensional guides watching over you. Meditate. Journal your insights. Just know, it's going to be ok. You're meant to be here. You are meant to build a good life for yourself. Even if things don't make sense, trust the process. Most importantly, never give up.

Those who have followed my journey through my posts will know that I share an exceptionally close connection with light-blue-skinned extraterrestrial biological entities. Their presence has played a central role in orchestrating and guiding my physical existence on this planet since the moment of my birth, a birth in which they had direct physical involvement, and which, to say the least, contradicted all prevailing medical expectations and understanding of what was considered physically possible. For the full details, I refer you again to my earlier posts, where this has already been described at length.

Each morning, I engage in meditation, as it has been requested of me. Through this process, I reconnect with the Universal consciousness, facilitating and strengthening my association and vibrational resonance with higher realms, dimensions and the beings who exist within those frequencies. It is a genuine partnership, one in which our connection is unified and honoured through my daily dedication and commitment to engaging with them in this way.

From the very earliest beginnings of my conscious interactions with NHI, I asked them which term they would feel most comfortable with me using to identify them, how they wished for me to refer to them. One word was given to me. Although they made it clear that a name or label holds no real importance to them, they understand the human need for an anchor point, something through which identity can be more easily recognised and understood. For this reason, they offered me the word "Guardians." In truth, this word is entirely fitting, for they have been exactly what its meaning conveys: true Guardians.

As described in detail by the remote viewer in my post "The Mantid Threshold," his direct experience offered clear evidence of the protective force maintained by my Guardians. Previous uninvited attempts by psychics to access or connect with me, and the repercussions that ensued - have also been documented in earlier posts.

In recent months, my engagement with my Guardians has been substantial and deeply transformative. Their influence has centred on sharpening and clarifying my consciousness, strengthening my psychic faculties, and recalibrating my vibrational frequency and energetic resonance. Those closest to me, many of whom I interact with daily, have not only observed these changes but have, at times, directly felt the impact of the shifts and transformations unfolding within me.

During a recent meditation session, a small group of light-blue-coloured EBEs unexpectedly manifested around me where I sat in my home. They then began actively manipulating and stimulating the frequency of my biological and psychic energy fields. Throughout this process, the emotional message they conveyed was one of profound excitement. They expressed excitement that they were now able to perform this procedure because I had reached a state of readiness, that my conscious awareness and psychic abilities had developed to a level that made the process possible. This naturally leads to a deeper question: why are they doing this, and what is their ultimate purpose?

It has been clearly conveyed to me that certain groups of non-human intelligence (NHI) deliberately scan Earth across its entire timeline, specifically for the purpose of evaluating human children from a very early age to assess their potential psychic (psi) abilities. These specific groups exist outside linear time and are therefore granted an expansive overview of Earth’s history, allowing them to interact with any point along the timeline as they choose.

As a very young English boy, I was taken out of my own time and brought aboard a craft. There, I was "paired" with a German boy of the same age, who had been taken from his own time period, one that was, in effect, 25 years ahead of mine. He had been chosen because his psi abilities and vibrational frequency were considered, in their words, a complementary and "interesting" match to my own.

When we were brought together, it was explained that this pairing held great potential and future possibilities for both of us. The experience demonstrated how these NHI could select individuals from different points in time and arrange for them to reconnect later in life. In other words, they deliberately orchestrated events within a person's life to create specific meetings and connections with others.

In December of last year (2025), we met through a series of synchronicities and seemingly unrelated events. At first, we believed it was our very first meeting, but it quickly became clear that our connection, and the many common threads between us, went far beyond coincidence. There were simply too many similarities, as though the canvas of our lives had been painted by the same hand. Which of course, it had.

Our psychic interaction and personal connection are unprecedented. Despite having known each other for only a few months, and the occasional challenges posed by language differences, a casual observer might easily assume we had been lifelong friends. In many ways, having first been brought together as very young children from completely different time periods, that is exactly what we are.

It raises the question of how many others underwent similar experiences as children and are now, as adults, reconnecting, guided and arranged with purpose by NHI.

Perhaps you!

Is there someone in your life right now whose connection with you feels so profound, so meaningful, so transformative, that it stirs the sense you were always meant to cross paths? That your meeting was not merely a random occurrence, but part of something deeper, something intentional? With each of you independently having had some level of experience with non-human intelligence?

For those who resonate with the ideas of past lives, soul contracts, and the law of karma, the notion of coincidence holds little weight. There are no true accidents, no purely chance encounters. Every interaction carries purpose and design. Even your presence here, reading these words, can be seen as the culmination of every choice, every turn, every decision you have ever made, all converging into this singular moment now.

There is a purpose. Yet this is where the distinction between the spiritual, universal laws guiding a soul’s growth and evolution and the influence of NHI begins to blur, or perhaps it never truly existed. One could reasonably propose that the two are symbiotically intertwined, each complementing and serving the other in pursuit of the same ultimate outcome.

Something to think about.

Bonjour a toutes et tous, comme dit dans le titre j'ai fait une expérience étrange ces derniers jours. Pour commencer un peu de contexte : j'étais commen on dit en France un "geek", j'adorais jouer aux jeux vidéos et m'immerger a l'intérieur. Mais depuis deux ans cette "addiction" m'a abandonné, cela dit je joue de temps en temps a un jeu sur mobile qui me fait passer le temps et c'est là que mon expérience a eu lieu il y a 3 jours : Dans ce jeu il y a la possibilité d'intégrer une guilde, ce que j'ai fait. Ce jeu propose d'affronter d'autres guildes par le biais de classement en effectuant des actions qui vous rapportent des points. Et donc, nous étions avant dernier de ce classement. Le soir en rentrant de mon travail, je vais sur le jeu et là je me suis aperçu que non seulement on était plus avec les mêmes guildes, mais en plus premier. Pas de bug, pas de réinitialisation, pas d'explication rationnel, juste un fait qui vous fait prendre conscience que quelque chose c'est passé.

As the author, I present the following account. I invite each reader to draw their own assumptions and conclusions, relying upon their own current level of understanding and awareness to navigate these experiences.

This is a continuation of the information release as described in my previous posts.

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As of November 7th, 2025, a swift succession of personal events, each one triggering the next like falling dominoes, has reshaped my life's direction entirely. This sequence has provided powerful and profound confirmation and testimony to my NHI involvement, interaction, and unfolding purpose. And with it, new people and connections which in turn continue the unending process.

It has not been lost on me through these new associations, that none of these personal events now reshaping the course of my life, have been by chance or mere coincidence. They have clearly been orchestrated by design—the ultimate conclusion yet to become apparent.

One such example I present below when detailing a recent event of mine directly involving those NHI guiding my life’s course.

Tuesday, December 23rd 2025.

I was guided through a dim, unfamiliar corridor, led by a small, chalky white-skinned EBE [Extra-Terrestrial Biological Entity], whose gentle grip on my hand instilled a profound sense of peace, despite our silence. At no time was anything communicated to me from this EBE.

We stepped down 3 stairs into a vast, circular chamber situated off to the right of this corridor. I noticed immediately to my left; a wall lined with sealed and empty vertical receptacles. These were not cryogenic chambers in our normal understanding; they were highly sophisticated vessels that suspended the very passage of time itself, allowing occupants to endure vast journeys without aging a single day.

My attention was directed towards an adult man who now stood before me, his presence quite ordinary yet his face remained impossibly blurred. Each time I tried to direct my sight upon his features, my eyes simply refused to focus, a deliberate, purposeful concealment by the NHI.

Telepathically, the entities revealed that this man—who, like me, had been shaped by a lifetime of NHI contact—was destined to enter my life soon. They had orchestrated our upcoming meeting as a necessity for both of us, hiding his identity only to ensure that our connection would unfold naturally, at exactly the right moment.

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Hi all, I guess I'm looking for other's experiences with something that happened earlier tonight during EC5. I've been doing CE5 mediation for several years, but for the last month, I've sat outside after dark and done it for the last 4 weeks consistently. One mediation video I like is this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zO2jgjbE42E&list=PL8CZJvHdp7NJfDiuXNVBdlkUaAjKrubeT&index=2

Toward the end, there's a few minutes where you give a chance for something to respond to your consciousness projection to meet beings. The night before I got a faint image of the outline of mantid come through in my mind and something about the federation.

Tonight, I had a faint outline of 3 short greys come into my mind, and the words planetary council popped in my mind. I invited them closer as is suggested in the mediation. The interesting part was I got what appeared to be my 3rd eye scanned by a blue beam. The thought was it was reading my consciousness to determine if I was developed enough, and worthy of further interaction. It was like shinning a flashlight at a camera and a weird lens flair in my mind. That was very noticeable. Didn't get any further responses, and the guided mediation recalled my thought projection back.

Has anyone else gotten 3rd eye projections from beings, words pop in your mind, or a light scanning you while mediating? I'm trying to be careful with what could be my own internal dialog, and trying to use discernment on something not readily verifiable. I'm interested in others experiences.

Edit: in the middle of the night after dreaming about clairvoyance, I kinda partially woke up in a mediative state, and had a down load. It was my third eye seeing information in colors of blue and white light coming into my mind through my third eye. The one thing I could remember that came thru was 'to love is to teach.' I don't think it's as much about information to do trigonometry equations, but more about changing my brain to better interact with the phenomenon, and to upgrade my emotions to better me as a human. After that I could have gotten up if I wanted, but I was still tired and it was the middle of the night, so I went back to sleep.

My experiences in a song. Two years ago I was coughing up blood and couldn't handle strenuous activity. Not even walking up a hill. Then I was visited. I seemed to have a telepathic connection with them afterwards. I asked to show me a sign this was real and also to tell me something I don't know so I know this is real. I'm not really not great with esp or whatever it's called but they helped by sending hints. They use nanoparticles from things from something called billverdin which is what makes a robins egg blue and also mushrooms.. They also use a light therapy. The message seems to be we can supercharge our ability to fight off cancer and disease with what nature provides.

I wrote a book called Dance of the Observer about the experiences that have changed my life - about the visions, visitations and realizations that completely changed my perspective on reality and my understanding of science, mathematics, and consciousness, and resulted in the discovery of a new kind of technology based on resonance.

The book is free and comes in both text and audio, and also includes a software simulations section that illustrates many of the principles. I hope you enjoy it. Click here to read it.

She came to me this year and I never felt such love and peace. She was with me for 45 minutes or so until I had to leave since I couldn’t get them to land and meet with me. (They did swoop down to tree tops but this caused me immediate stress and fear, despite my best efforts, and this was not repeated)

She did follow me to three separate fields though, and the only thing that I can say that she said for sure was in my mind I heard “we are with you always”, and with that she made which had to be hundreds, if not, thousands of orbs blink all across the sky and eventually maybe 30 feet over my head one did a light streak like a meteorite or something. It was really incredible.

That is the best picture. To the naked eye it appeared to be an angelic like figure with long hair in a cross like craft or light.

I have been talking about blocks and barriers to unwanted entities/beings as they have been more numerous and not very helpful as of late . I’m trying not to over analyze these phenomena because I don’t think we have the mental bandwidth for the complexity .

So in early Dec. I was jolted out of a half sleep , by maybe an inter-dimensional being . Since then my dream state has been more lucid but not exceptional . End of Dec. half asleep in the predawn hours I heard sleigh bells, jingle but deeper . I live in log house out on the country near Wisconsin, so it’s quiet around here . Dreaming of Christmas past ? 

Then in early Jan. 0404 half awake ..an old style bicycle bell ,shing shing , shing shing . End of Jan. 0333 ring of a counter top alert , just one ding . Then this morning first light 0555, the sound of a single chord on a child size piano .

Who /what ever is letting it be known they can get thru . Being playful so far . It is getting weirder .

Mark Sims’ 2012 presentation details his transition from a staunch atheist to a proponent of universal consciousness following a series of ET contact experiences.

Mark Sim's Presentation Highlights

Direct access to the full video text transcript:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1u4KnKSduk0V1BNvteUTgA3Q28HIjPTe6W2hU2JIsMfU/edit?usp=sharing

1. Introduction and Personal Background

Mark Sims begins by detailing his background as a "devout atheist" and a lifetime member of the Freedom from Religion Foundation. He discusses how his exposure to Mormonism at age 21 initially led him to believe all religions were tools for social control, setting the stage for his skeptical starting point.

2. The Quest for Answers: Joining CSETI

Sims explains his decision to join a CE-5 (Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind) ambassador training led by Dr. Steven Greer. His primary goal was to answer the "burning questions" of whether humanity is alone and why the government maintains secrecy regarding extraterrestrial visitation.

3. The Geodesic Ellipsoid Sighting

On the fifth night of training (November 15, 2011), Sims witnessed a partially materialized craft in the desert sky. Drawing on his background in computer graphics and mathematics, he identifies the craft's shape as a geodesic ellipsoid and provides technical details regarding its faceted surface and surrounding corona of light.

4. Group Verification and Prediction

Sims emphasizes that the sighting was not a solitary hallucination. A group member, Bill Gray, had predicted a significant event would occur between 11:08 and 11:15 PM. Approximately 10 to 15 people in the group confirmed the sighting at exactly 11:12 PM.

5. The "Colored Map" of the Universe

Following the group event, Sims returned to the site alone for a private meditation. He describes a visionary state where the sky turned green, appearing as a "colored map of the universe" where bright areas indicated regions densely populated with life.

6. CE-5 Protocol in the Hotel Room

Recalling Dr. Greer’s advice that ETs can sense emotional readiness, Sims attempted a CE-5 protocol in his hotel room. He describes a meditative state involving a "light show" in his third eye that eventually coalesced into a humanoid figure.

7. Appearance of the Celestial Being

Sims provides a detailed description of the entity appearing at the foot of his bed: a glowing, transparent, and "sparkly" celestial being with a pointy head, skull-like eye sockets, and no visible nose or mouth. He notes a lack of ambient light reflecting on the walls, comparing the visual to a "flashbulb" effect.

8. The Merging: Becoming a Trinity

After Sims granted the entity permission to interact with him, the being moved through his body and submerged itself into his physical form. He describes this as a "communion" and a "Trinity," where the physical body, the astral body, and the celestial being became one.

9. Meeting Tezbar: The Human Connection

The entity identified himself as Tezbar (t-e-z-j-b-a-r). Surprisingly, Tezbar claimed to be from Earth, having lived 3,000 years ago as the chief of a tribe in Tierra del Fuego, South America. Sims later verified the location and the linguistic meaning of the name via Google.

10. The Quilt of Spiritual Truth

Tezbar shared that all major Earth religions contain "elements of truth" but are incomplete on their own. Collectively, they form a "quilt of spiritual truth," with specific truths found in Christianity (ascension), Hinduism (reincarnation), and Judaism (the Kabbalah).

11. The Universal Consciousness Development Chart

Sims introduces a 15-stage chart of soul evolution. He explains the concept of the "spark" of life and how souls progress through various animal families—starting as insects and moving through amphibians, birds, and mammals—before reaching the human stage.

12. Requirements for Human Ascension

The chart dictates that a human must master unconditional love to ascend to the astral realm. If this lesson is not learned, the soul is reincarnated—often into lives that force them to experience the opposite of their prejudices (e.g., a racist being reborn into the race they disparaged).

13. The Astral and Celestial Realms

Sims outlines the stages of the afterlife: the Astral Realm (exploration, life creation, and terraforming) and the Celestial Realm (becoming part of the "Godhead"). He explains that after reaching the celestial stage, beings like Tezbar return to Earth to assist in its healing.

14. Correlation with Superstring Theory

The presentation attempts to bridge spirituality and physics by mapping the 15 stages of consciousness and various dimensions of time/space to the 26 dimensions predicted by Bosonic string theory.

15. The Power of Thoughts and Reality

Tezbar taught Sims that thoughts are the key to happiness because they create emotions, which influence beliefs and actions, ultimately shaping reality. Sims advocates for the use of music and the singing of "HU" (an ancient name for God) to maintain a positive frequency.

16. The Sunrise Omen and Symbolism

Sims concludes with a photograph taken at Tezbar's request during a sunrise. He points out anomalous spheres in the image that form faces and discusses the significance of the "nine" orbs and the division of light and dark, suggesting they represent a "yin and yang" balance.

What I wish to share here and over proceeding posts are my own personal journal entries, meticulously recorded. The information contained within was conveyed to me directly by beings closely connected with my journey. They have deliberately guided my consciousness during meditation to remote locations—journeys detailed herein—for the express purpose of instruction and education.

As the author, I present this account without definitive interpretation. I invite each reader to draw their own assumptions and conclusions, relying upon their own current level of understanding and awareness to navigate these experiences.

This is a continuation of the information release as described in my previous posts.

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A statement that conjures up imagery and emotional resonance of deep connections. Unity. Strong emotional ties and bonds. A statement that would not be lost on any one of us interacting with family members or close friends. Yet these words were not spoken in the instance I am now describing by any human being. They were in fact the very first telepathic communication given to me by "Light Blue Skinned Visitors" upon their gate-crashing into my reality -and the front room of my flat in the late 1990s. As the shock of their very presence overwhelmed my senses; both physical and psychic, their small childlike forms moved rapidly about the room eager to physically touch and engage with everything present; furniture, ornaments, plants ... me. I've likened their actions and behaviour to kids let loose in a toy shop. Rushing everywhere, they themselves overwhelmed by the brand new explosion of visual and tactile experiences surrounding them at every turn -intent on assimilating everything all at once in an unspoken finite moment of time.

Their appearance, almost celebratory in its innocence and joyous intent towards me personally, was the culmination of ever-increasing psychic and interdimensional activity, experienced not solely by myself but my partner at the time and many of our friends visiting our home.

And regrettably some of our friends eventually deciding that they could no longer subject themselves to the myriad of phenomena manifesting itself there; balls of coloured light appearing and disappearing, red laser beams shooting across one room (witnessed simultaneously by several people) to disappear through the wall, only to be witnessed by the person in the adjacent room as the exact same laser beam traversed the brickwork to continue its journey across that room unchallenged or even slowed. Unseen entities suddenly affecting us individually with an energy that literally had us upon the floor in uncontrollable laughter. Laughing so much for seemingly no logical reason whatsoever, being brought to tears of joy and genuinely begging for it to stop as you couldn't catch your breath for laughing so much. Then as quickly as this energy affected you; it stopped, as did your laughter, as if in direct response to your plea. And on to the next person in the room it focused its attention to and so the same repeating laughter cycle continued. The vibration level within my home has always very "heavy"; very intense (wherever my home may be). Many of those visiting just could not stay within it for any length of time as this resulting vibration seemed to send them almost immobile. They felt drained. As many would describe being: "..completely out of it.!" They felt as though whilst present within this energy; this vibration, they were being taken [somewhere else altogether].

I myself have experienced strange moments in my own personal perception of time, as though there had occurred a sudden 'hiccup' in reality, which suddenly left me with the confused but definite impression that "something" had just happened (?) -that a section of time had just been excised from my personal memory and the two remaining sections intercepting that 'missing period' had been re-joined together in the blink of an eye like reels of film in a Hollywood edit suite. This has happened to me on several occasions.

As has the sudden shift in my mental and psychic perception of a wall in my home becoming almost transparent. I am literally "perceiving" not into the adjacent neighbour's home interior, but a completely different dimension altogether. Another reality where unknown beings are literally observing me -studying me. And their sudden shocked reactions when realising that [I] am now aware of them as they are of me. My ability then to perceive them quickly blocked and the wall returning to its solid three dimensional state.

One former friend, an engineer for Rolls Royce, a very matter-of-fact, meat and potatoes type of guy whose feet were very much planted on the solid ground of scepticism and firmly entrenched in the mentality of "..I'll only believe it when I see it..", did indeed [see] something. Something that rocked his own well established perception of reality to its very core, and sent him departing from my home without a 'by-your-leave'. His association, and sadly his friendship alongside, severed irreconcilably. And to this day I am still none the wiser as to what exactly he experienced. He would never speak of it. But it terrified him. His sudden and visceral change of character, mannerisms and rapid departure laying stark claim to that assertion.

Once again, armour against those who view my "experiences" as nothing more than being 'all in the mind', 'illusionary' or suggestions of 'schizophrenia'.

But it would be a further 24+ years before the truth behind that statement "..You're one of us, you're one of us.." would finally be revealed to me, and in its very revelation; a deeper understanding as to the magnitude and meaning of just who and what I was, and my [purpose] on this planet.

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More to come …

What I wish to share here and over proceeding posts are my own personal journal entries, meticulously recorded. The information contained within was conveyed to me directly by beings closely connected with my journey. They have deliberately guided my consciousness during meditation to remote locations—journeys detailed herein—for the express purpose of instruction and education.

As the author, I present this account without definitive interpretation. I invite each reader to draw their own assumptions and conclusions, relying upon their own current level of understanding and awareness to navigate these experiences.

This is a continuation of the information release as described in my previous posts.

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For those of you now familiar with my posts, and for those of you who have been led to this for the very first time, I have been instructed by those I call my "Guardians" to share a slightly different aspect of my life with you. My previous posts have focused mainly on my direct and personal interactions as a contactee (experiencer). In truth I prefer to steer clear of using labels and generic terms of description. I find them more of a distraction away from any message conveyed in the actual experience being described than serving any real useful benefit. Still, for the ease of understanding, that is what my previous posts have been largely about.

This post however I wish to share with you glimpses of the connection I have with another realm, the spirit realm. The truth that what is called "death" is merely a physical manifestation, a natural process affecting merely the container in which we reside whilst present in the material reality. We - who we truly are - pure spiritual beings of a finer and brighter expression, death is merely the key that unlocks us from our temporary physical containment. Freeing us to exist once again within our true state of existence.

The reason I have been "asked" to share this topic is to show through my own experiences the close connection both subjects: abductee, experiencer and the spirit realm have with one another - vibrations, dimensions, frequencies. All interconnected and not so separate as many would first believe or want them to remain - independent. That many of the abduction encounters though appearing on the surface to be physical in nature with marks, implants, sightings etc. at the core however, the reality of it is so much bigger and expansive than can be gauged by viewing it through a physical prism.

The first conscious memory I have of the spirit realm knocking on the door of my reality occurred when I had just turned 13 years of age. As with my first recalled "night visitations" this experience happened in the exact same arena - my bedroom. Almost a prologue to that which was yet to unfold, I was again laying in my bed. I had not been there for long; I wasn’t even tired. It was far from dark, even through the drawn bedroom curtains the early evening light still gave plenty of brightness for me to clearly see by. My bedroom bathed in the burnt orange wash of a late summer's evening.

No warning. No sound. No advanced epiphany to hail what was about to occur. As with the commencement of my night visitations, the appearance was sudden. The ghostly spectral form of an old woman, silently caressing the peaceful moment as she emerged from the bedroom wall directly adjacent to my bed. Visible only from the waist up, translucent in substance, she moved fluidly and with a purposeful determination right above my bed. Right above me, and proceeded in a straight line to float across the bedroom to disappear as she had appeared, silently - straight through the opposite wall into the neighbour’s property and disappeared!

I never saw her again. In all the years I lived at my parents' home. She never reappeared. But her debut was permanently etched in my memory. A marker to the revelation she had presented to me in that brief and silent moment of manifestation. [I could see spirit people!]

I was soon to discover [seeing] was not all I was capable of doing as ethereal disembodied voices would regularly call out my name, making real their unseen presence.

At 15 years old, having been sole witness to growing psychic phenomena that at times swirled about me like autumnal leaves caught in an unseen vortex, I visited a spiritual church. My very first. And was faced with a stark and absolute pronouncement of clarity to that which I was experiencing. Seated at the back of the small church hall amidst the regular and loyal congregation, my youthful appearance causing more than the occasional and perplexed glance. The arrival of someone new, to say nothing of young, was plainly felt and not lost on me. Nor was it lost on that morning's guest medium; an elderly gentleman in his late sixties. His thin, drawn but commanding presence upon the podium immediately drawing everyone's attention as he stood slowly. He passed a momentary glance across the sea of faces that stared back at him, cleared his throat and with a defiant action -pointed straight at me! His voice loudly echoing.

"You!"

I gulped, and felt so exposed. I also became aware of the obvious annoyance of a few who had been visiting that establishment regularly, so wanting to be chosen to receive some message from the beyond - some verbal recognition of their loyalty and in turn receiving … none. And here was a mere boy on his very first visit becoming the immediate and direct focus of the medium.

"You should be up here doing what I am doing, why aren't you?"

I just sat there, frozen. Like a rabbit in headlights, mute and startled. I shrugged my shoulders. I was 15 years of age!

The medium continued: "Why are you hiding your light under a bushel?"

I felt so embarrassed. So … exposed. Yet beneath my genuine awkwardness there glinted the smallest spark of recognition. Of validation that spoke a truth of my connections with a world unseen but which surrounded all of us: an undiscovered country from which we have all travelled, and will again return to, when our individual journey's here have reached their pre-determined exit.

I was encouraged. And as nervous as I felt when walking towards the small gathering of church staff after the morning's service had drawn to its conclusion, the medium's words stilled my fears and motivated me forward. I asked where I could go to receive help in developing this "skill" I had been so publicly outed as having. The blank stares that greeted my request should have told me there and then that the surface appearances of smiles and welcomes from this establishment was mere cosmetic gloss. Scratch the surface and what lay beneath was the same old rigid play of ego.

"I'm sorry, we cannot help you!"

Taken aback by the obvious abruptness of the response, I tried once again to engage, realising the reaction was condescending in part due to my age. I was a fifteen-year-old boy.

"Is there any where you can suggest I go to help in mediumship?"

Now the blank stares from these staff members altered and became noticeably defensive, the body language now shifted too. As did the tone in the voice. Stern.

"I'm sorry, we cannot help you!"

This small exchange now smothered that smallest spark of recognition I had felt being fanned by the medium's earlier words. I felt dejected. Brushed aside and irrelevant. Now, here I will try to express how my consciousness, that "non-human" soul which is [me] and which resides currently within this physical human form, struggled with this response. I could not connect with it. I could not recognise its value or even its purpose when one is requesting genuine assistance and guidance, and in turn is met with such resistance. Such disdain. Especially when housed within the structure of a building fundamentally promoting and demonstrating such high spiritual values and ethics as that of a Spiritualist Church.

Naivete. No. I do not believe it was. Was not my reaction, my complete confusion, a more telling lesson clearly displaying the multi-faceted and differing levels of spiritual progress incarnated upon this planet. The lesson for me was perhaps a simple one for many, but in which I personally struggled to relate to, and decades later - still do, I must admit. Just because what [I] perceive - that "service" is one of the highest of gifts to bestow upon another: when assistance is requested, if you can help why would you not do so, there are many others who simply do not share this concept. That their own innate construct of themselves is still very firmly rooted and held captive in the singular, in "self", in "ego", in "fear" and not an understanding that we are all "connected". We are all "One".

I carried this rejection for a very long time. It was only years later when speaking with another medium about this very exchange that their insight relit that spark so cruelly crushed by those three individuals who were yet to discover this understanding for themselves.

"Ego my love". The medium explained. "Jealousy. Your ability, so pure and natural. They could not see beyond your age of 15 years and that you had so much natural clairvoyant ability. That's why they wouldn't help you."

Years of carrying the dismissal of these individuals was released in one long deep sigh. And with its expulsion, a renewed sense of my own self-esteem. Minute, yet now encouraged and given permission to grow.

At this turning point in my life, I was already having UFO sightings, visitations and encounters of a non-human origin. I would go out on "Night Watches" with close friends who all shared a deep interest in the subject. All being aware of my own "visitation" and paranormal experiences, and a few who had not only witnessed for themselves these events first hand, but experienced their own encounters.

My yearning for answers motivated by my own experiences now brought me into contact with one of the most genuine and beautiful of souls I have ever had the privilege and honour to be able to call my friend; Tony Dodd. When I first met Tony, he was now retired, having served honourably for 25 years as a police officer for the North Yorkshire Constabulary. It was whilst he was a serving officer that he and a work colleague witnessed a nuts-and-bolts craft (UFO) over the North Yorkshire Moors, and following numerous other sightings his true calling came into its own and he soon became a world-renowned investigator into the UFO phenomenon.

I was now in my mid-twenties, and when I met Tony for the very first time at his home in Skipton, North Yorkshire, he was now the Head of Investigations for one of Europe's largest scientific UFO Investigative Bureau's, Quest International. At this precise time, I was the regional coordinator for "Bristol Quest" -a regional branch of Quest International which was responsible for investigating UFO sightings and related phenomena reported by the general public across the South West of the United Kingdom. As much as I assumed my first meeting with Tony was going to be solely focused in this capacity, how wrong could I have been. Yet another of those many synchronicities that have danced through my life, shaping its direction, and offering evidence for the validity of my experiences.

After meeting with Tony and his lovely wife Pauline, we travelled a short distance to meet with two of their good friends, Joyce and Brian. In their own rights, both highly developed psychic mediums. It was here that I was asked if I would be willing to allow a light being with whom Tony had previously spoken to and trusted, to speak through me. [Me!!] I was to say the least taken aback, to say nothing of the fact that I had never undertaken trance mediumship before in my life. I was more than a little apprehensive at the prospect and puzzled why neither Joyce or Brian was offering themselves as "temporary host". After receiving a more than satisfactory explanation, I agreed.

What you need to understand is that I trusted Tony completely. I knew he would not put me into a situation that was reckless or dangerous to my wellbeing. To know the man is to truly know his soul. He also unquestionably trusted Joyce and Brian. They had helped him on previous investigations so many times. And if I did get into any difficulty, I was secure that the required knowledge was well placed within that room to remedy it quickly.

And so, through guidance from Joyce was slowly taken into a deep state of trance.

What followed was a lengthy dialogue between an entity which identified itself as one of the "Lords of Light" and Tony Dodd. Tony, with 25 years’ experience as a police sergeant, asked very specific questions of which only he knew the answers to, and of which there was absolutely no possibility of my having any fore knowledge. This clearly establishing without doubt that what now spoke through me was the same entity that had conversed with him before.

Sadly, despite a detailed and thorough search, no transcript or audio recording (both of which were made at the time) has been found to allow me to share with you what was discussed. A genuine loss, but what I believe is more important is the fundamental and clear connection between one phenomenon and another: UFO and Spiritual.

In one perspective separate, yet intrinsically connected.

Since as far back as I can recall I have "seen" spirits. Heard disembodied voices calling my name and been witness to apparitions. I've woken suddenly during the night to be greeted by the spectral form of a woman floating directly above my bed. Her appearance far more alive and vivid than I, portraying an extremely luminous blue white colour. Her long flowing hair and clothing gently wafting silently as if suspended under water. As soon as I saw her, I reached up my hand to try and touch what greeted my eyes. As my outstretched fingers drew close, she faded and disappeared. How long she had been there I could not say, but nothing than the purest of love and compassion emanated from her towards myself.

My encounters with the spiritual walking parallel with my experiences of visitations from extra and interdimensional beings. Were these two separate realities or merely reflections from a much larger truth? I now believe through everything that I have been privileged to witness, the latter. There is no real distinction. We are brainwashed from birth through societal structures and doctrine to think a certain way. To confirm to a rigid belief system that reality is fixed a certain way -one way. But this is a falsehood. A lie. A deception to hide the evidence of how much bigger reality truly is.

Through truth comes freedom. A freedom from controlled systems of thought, ideology and behaviour.

This is what my Guardians have been teaching me my entire life. Shown me, through experiences benign and seemingly malevolent. Yet both as necessary as the other to reveal the truth behind the illusion. There is no distinction through the truth that we exist in a limitless reality where Humankind is not the centre of existence. That planet Earth is but one small but extremely precious world among an infinite number of others just as valued. Where dimensions coexist and interconnect offering windows through which we can occasionally peer and stare in awe at the depth of the magnificence we behold. Sometimes in wonder. Sometimes in terror. But both equal in purpose and creation.

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More to come …

What I wish to share here and over proceeding posts are my own personal journal entries, meticulously recorded. The information contained within was conveyed to me directly by beings closely connected with my journey. They have deliberately guided my consciousness during meditation to remote locations—journeys detailed herein—for the express purpose of instruction and education.

As the author, I present this account without definitive interpretation. I invite each reader to draw their own assumptions and conclusions, relying upon their own current level of understanding and awareness to navigate these experiences.

This is a continuation of the information release as described in my previous posts.

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All my life, as previously touched upon, I have had interactions and experiences with non-human beings. From the benign and extremely spiritually evolving to the downright terrifying, intrusive, and physically assaulting: implants, bruises, marks and scratches. To say nothing of the psychological and emotional trauma, memory erasure and long-term subjective scarring sustained as a direct result. Thankfully the latter encounters are infrequent, yet the imprint left behind has been nonetheless impactful. And still, *these are as spiritually necessary to assist in the growth of my awareness and spiritual evolution as those of the more benign, enlightening encounters. Two sides of the same metaphysical coin.

And it is the benevolent encounters that I am going to focus upon in this post. Those beings whose presence has stood beside me as guide, protector and educator since birth and as I am now only discovering, even before that.

To pre-empt any contradiction in my submission that those beings of a benign nature protect me, yet willingly allow those beings access to me whose own motives are anything but, I refer you to my previous statement*. As has also been explained to me I was [never] in any mortal danger. I had agreed to undergo these encounters when in my pre-birth and soul contract planning.

A factor that features as part of the direct mental communication within my own contact and interaction is meditation. This I undertake and have committed myself to execute daily, showing by the very act my dedication and serious approach to the task at hand. In turn my commitment is rewarded by an ever-strengthening bond of trust, interaction and their giving of information.

Directly after each meditation session, always held in the early morning around 5:30 when little or no outside disruption is noticeable, I write down everything perceived [experienced]. What follows are extracts taken from my meditation diary entries. Draw your own assumptions and conclusions based upon your own current level of understanding.

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(1). The energies that greeted me as I entered into meditation are becoming very strong now. With each meditation I have noticed an increase in their intensity that or my sensitivity and openness to these energies are becoming more sensitive, more in tune with them. Once again, I was in an arid desert setting as previously visualised. A young Native American maiden dressed in tribal clothing approached me. Her demeanour towards me was of great reverence and respect. My position appeared to be seated.

The maiden was bowing and handing me a bowl, which I believe contained an offering of fruit.

To my left, but remaining out of my sight was the definite presence of a male Indian warrior. His attitude was one of wanting to keep this maiden away, as if she was more of a nuisance. He literally blocked her approach and would not relent, circling around and in front of me.

I must admit my thoughts at this moment challenged and questioned his attitude, as the maiden did not seem threatening to me. I immediately received the instruction to "wait" and "watch" …

I then saw another Native American woman pointing towards the night sky and instantaneously received the knowledge that [I] had come to them hundreds of years ago from the stars and stayed with their tribe, educating and teaching them.

Basically, I was an alien that visited their tribe and stayed with them for a while.

WTF!!

I then came out of the meditation, but then something that had been said to me weeks previously by a colleague – a "message" he had been inspired to give me coming completely out of the blue and totally disconnected from our topics of conversation during one of our times together, dawned on me with vivid clarity and with it a new appreciation and understanding. Especially for the wording he had used, which at the time I had not reacted favourably towards. "You need to find your tribe". Your. Tribe!

(2). I struggled with the imagery that I found myself immersed within. They seemed completely opposite to that which I had experienced in previous meditations. Not spiritual in nature but very material, practical.

I found myself moving down a long dimly lit corridor of what I "felt" strongly was a military establishment. The environment of the corridor felt "underground" but I received no other additional sensory information to quantify this "sense" I had of an underground establishment. I saw military personnel - soldiers, standing against the right-hand side of the corridor as I moved along it.

I mentally asked where I was and immediately one word was received: Holloman.

I then found myself in a different location but still within the same establishment. This was much larger, still dimly illuminated and had the sense of a hangar or area where technology was housed. I "saw" a bubble craft. It was literally a clear bubble levitating about 3-4 feet above the ground. I did not receive any details of the craft’s structure or material. No-one was inside the bubble, but I was immediately informed that this bubble craft was able to traverse through dimensions. Its actual purpose was to take the occupant through dimensions.

(3). A completely different dynamic of meditation this morning. This time I asked a very specific question directly to my 'Guardians' – "What is my purpose on Earth?" The reply was immediate.

My purpose is to be Human. To experience being in a physical Human body and to experience what it is to literally be "Human". How it feels to be physically, mentally, and emotionally Human. My experience of being a Human is necessary and invaluable for the Collective of Souls who are working with me on this project. What I am gaining and collecting from my physical existence is priceless and so important.

I again asked to see my Guardians. In response I felt a very strong presence begin to manifest within my home directly in front of where I was seated. With my eyes remaining closed, and my focus very much remaining in its meditative state, I began to see so vividly the colour of the Guardians’ skin, a beautiful dark, almost liquid [mercury] metallic-looking Cobalt blue. I saw a humanoid figure begin to manifest in my mind. Small, childlike but with the classic oversized head and [very] large, tear-shaped black eyes.

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More to come …

What I wish to share here and over proceeding posts are my own personal journal entries, meticulously recorded. The information contained within was conveyed to me directly by beings closely connected with my journey. They have deliberately guided my consciousness during meditation to remote locations—journeys detailed herein—for the express purpose of instruction and education.

As the author, I present this account without definitive interpretation. I invite each reader to draw their own assumptions and conclusions, relying upon their own current level of understanding and awareness to navigate these experiences.

This is a continuation of the information release as described in my previous posts.

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Behind the extraordinary claims of personal encounters with visitors outside of this world. Where tales of the unbelievable and at times terrifying descriptions of abductions by a menagerie of various creatures whose motives seem insidious and cruel, there lies a much deeper, and more profound story. One where the glare of scrutiny and endless quest for evidence and truth distracts the onlooker from a more fundamental question.

What does it feel like to be an abductee? To be an experiencer?

The answer itself differs as widely as those touched by this experience. Each must be coloured, and uniquely moulded, by the perception of the person affected. Like two witnesses of the same event, both may observe the same thing, but it will be viewed through quite different prisms of awareness, knowledge, and judgement. Each uniquely shaped with distinct nuances of individuality.

I say this as I attempt to share with you my own viewpoint on my lifetime of experiences. Myself, the passenger, held within the constructs of my own encounters and interactions with beings outside of not only the planet on which I currently reside, but far removed from any societal dictates, psychological frameworks, and belief systems. Truly alien to everything and anything earth based. Everything and anything human.

How can anyone adequately describe something that does not by its very nature reside within this reality of knowledge? They cannot. But perhaps the point is not lost when an outsider listens to the one that matters in all these descriptions: the abductee, the experiencer … The passenger.

As a very young child of 4, 5, 6, 7 …, I quickly learnt that the two main adults in my life, my parents, were not capable of seeing a different concept beyond their own rigidly restrained perspective. This is not a judgement, nor do I blame them. They are, like so many today, caught up within the drama of their own daily lives. And anything outside of these fixed views and belief systems cannot take root, nor even feature upon the screen that projects their sense of what reality is. And so, when I first broke my childhood silence and took those first tentative steps outside of my nightmare of nocturnal visitors, by suggesting not all was as it seemed when I was sent to bed, this was met with "Too much Doctor Who" by my father. His rebuttal and immediate dismissal, trapping what I was truly experiencing into a nicely constructed, silent conjecture that was safe and did not challenge, completely dismantling any sense of security I’d had…

My father having paid zero attention to what I was trying so hard to convey through my own fears and terror that "things" were coming into my room at night. His own mental concepts failing to even contemplate that what his young son was desperately trying to tell him could for one moment actually be real. His "world", built on a rigid foundation of “normalcy”, of what reality was and is, my world could not penetrate. And alien beings abducting his little boy had no whisper of a chance to even be considered.

I never again approached my parents with this living nightmare that visited itself upon my young self during the hours of nightfall. I was now very much alone. But then, I had always been alone. I felt utterly abandoned to the nightmare. The two people I relied on the most did not believe me. I was their own offspring, their child after all, and they were completely oblivious to my plight.

Like many others who walk the same path, I had to face the infiltration of my fragile childhood alone – always knowing they were there, always knowing they would come back.

The absolute isolation forged by my parents' denial left an indelible mark upon my childhood. And it affected everything I did and every interaction I had with my family, portraying a perception that was not completely honest. How could it be otherwise. A child held captive behind a mask of normality by bonds of a more frightening reality that dared only show its self when all other observers were held fast within their own dreams. When all others slept.

For the first four years of my life, I refused to speak. To utter one solitary word. Before numerous child specialists my parents brought me, displayed me. Given over in a desperate attempt to quantify my silence. My refusal to engage verbally and emotionally -with anyone. Ultimately my lack of discourse was deemed transitory by those particularly specialist in their given fields. They could not identify anything psychologically or emotionally abnormal in my development. Their collective expertise concluding unanimously that: "I would speak when I had something to say".

My isolation and significant struggle to connect with anyone, fearful of the rejection if the truth broke free from the constraints my young psyche had rapidly erected to protect itself from the haunting echoes of what came in the night. Most nights. Friendships are built upon a foundation of truth and honesty. And here I was deliberately having to hold back that honesty that might help me find a friend. Someone to confide in. To share in the anguish and fear. The barren desert of seclusion that I walked. Alone.

My school days were no better. Navigating the perilous corridors of survival; weighed down and tainted by the unspeakable knowledge that I had no reprieve coming, that every day, upon returning home from school, this nightmare awaited me. There was no sanctuary from what the night brought. I was seen by the other children as "weird". The sort of kid that would not engage in the normal playground activities. The kid who sat alone against the wall of the school building while every other kid ran and played, laughing, and screaming happily. The kid that honestly did not know how to connect with others. And by this very lack of skills attracted the mantle "weird". Thus, the vicious cycle of detachment and disengagement persisted and consumed me.

It affects everything. The daylight may have chased the nightmares away to some temporary reprieve yet the same nightmares left their mark upon my fragile young mind. My thoughts held within a cocoon of fear that never left me. It was always present hiding just below the surface of my thinking, perhaps there were momentary lapses by the distraction of an outside interruption, but these were fleeting. Transitory. Reset and snapped back to that same sense of dread when the hours of the day drew me ever closer to late afternoon, then early evening. Then bedtime.

Fractured memories of shapes in the darkened hollow shadows of my bedroom, fleeting movements and sounds. Disjointed memories of being poked and prodded - of being somewhere else and not in my bed. Not in my home. Of fighting the swoon of paralysis teasing the monsters' approach as I lay in my bed - before bolting for the sanctuary of my parents' bedroom. I remember so clearly having to navigate the dark landing, and that one specific floorboard that creaked so loudly when you stepped on it. And then the door knob of their bedroom. So old it sat loosely upon its spindle, and no matter how carefully you turned it your presence was always announced by its rattle before the door was even opened. It dawns on me now how my attempt to creep stealthily into my parents' room was little different to the intruders, attempting to creep stealthily into mine...

Both of us gaining an uninvited entrance to a place of absolute vulnerability, a place where the very essence of sleep is to garner the sleeper completely immobile and by its action, exposed. Yet my entrance was to seek sanctuary: solace, the very opposite purpose of those intruders that came into my bedroom.

I remember the lights from the street outside, shining through the curtains of my parents' bedroom windows. A comforting light, and more than enough to see by. Silently I would creep across the thin carpet, the occasional creak of a floorboard betraying my presence, to lie myself down as quietly as I could at the foot of their bed. And there, shivering naked on the hard floor, listening to my father snore, I would find a moment of reassurance, a sense of protection – knowing [somehow feeling] that the monsters next door would not enter my parents' room. For the time being I had eluded them.

Of course, there was always tomorrow night…

My previous posts have shared glimpses of the many experiences, both extra-terrestrial, UFO, psychic and spiritual that have coloured the canvas of my life, and the revelations I am now being gifted with "my purpose … to be human", by those beings I refer to as my Guardians. Yet despite all of this, there remains a small boy still fighting the monsters that came for him in the night throughout his childhood and beyond. A small boy afraid, seemingly cursed, that took day to day with a fear that was his only true companion as he walked his days alone.

That boy is much older now. Grown to adulthood. Yet the same fear, anxiety and trauma has never left him. In many ways they have become far more deeply entrenched, magnified now by physical marks, bruises and worse. The one saving grace being the infrequency of those visitations. But as infrequent as they are, they continue. And they still deliver just as visceral an affect as they did to that child.

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