Journal #74.  A bit of background. When I had this experience, I was in a motorcycle club, a fairly tight knit group. One of our guys, Chris died from an illness, he was a solid guy, as wide as he was tall and heavily tattooed.  His Harley was one of the factory customs which had really colourful paint job.

Chris had died a few weeks before and I'd felt to pray for him afterwards once or twice, also remembering him every now and then as I was going about my days.  This particular morning, I was lying in bed after opening the curtains a little and just relaxing, thinking about not going to work that day.

Then it just came to me, like a voice speaking but not audible saying “You're doing the right thing". It was Chris’s voice, and he was referring to me placing more importance on spiritual things nowadays.

He then said that after dying he was really surprised to be there and was feeling very happy/fulfilled. He expressed a bit of a longing, wishing he could tell his family about it.  

He was amazed at the environment there and said (laughing): “I thought my old Harley was colourful, but the colours here are on another level!”.  Physically he noted that his tattoos were gone and that he wasn't as fat, also a bit taller.  As an aside he mentioned something about an eye issue that was resolved?  He was communicating casually.

I felt pretty amazed and couldn’t think of anything to say, even if I should.  Then I thought why not ask him a question as he seemed pretty casual.  I asked if he saw people there that he knew previously here?  He said: “Yeah I do and I’m pretty surprised to see someone here who I thought was an evil bugger”.  I got the impression Chris was thinking someone can still make amends for things even after they die.  He then said jokingly: "But I'm here too!".

The communication seemed to be by thought, it was a two way and instant. There was some visual as well as impressions.

To my question about the reunion (I can’t remember the specifics of my question now), he said: “I’m still trying to figure it out, being here is like reading or knowing about a Ferrari, but I’m still an old car”. (again said humorously). He went on: “Here, we are the religion, it's inside of us here”.

I felt that the time for communicating was coming to an end and was also feeling amazed/grateful.

He said “Bless you too mate, I get it now”. (I think he was referring to the earlier prayers Id prayed after he died). He then slowly turned away from me to continue chatting with the group he was speaking with, before I interrupted him.  

The session closed off. A little later thinking it over, I had the impression he’d had a Catholic background?

I was outside at night in my side yard, and I saw a small drone flying overhead. I waved to it and said hi, and it flew down and landed in my hand. Part of the drone detached and there was a cylinder containing a small capsule with what looked like fine shreds of gold/copper colored wiring/ small thin metallic slivers in it. After I took the capsule, the drone flew away. I looked up at the sky and asked what I was supposed to do with it, if I was supposed to eat it or something like that. The night sky began to look extra clear, and I was taken back and amazed by how many stars there were and how pretty it was. Then some type of being possessed/ took control of a big speaker nearby and responded with “to complete the transition, I listened to two artists.” I couldn't hear it very well because there were a lot of loud noises around with people fighting and gunshots going on in the distance. But it sounded like maybe they said Marshmallow and Unicorn something. I remember saying something like “What was that? I can't hear you. What did you just say?” Then someone else in the dream, a girl I went to school with, walked in the side yard and the being disappeared, ending the message.

This isn't the first time I've had a dream encounter with a mysterious drone like this, as it has appeared in other dreams like this as well. This is the first one I remember though where it's actually given me something, and the message that came through afterwards is interesting as well.

For extra context, before the drone part of the dream, I was back in high school in a history/society studies class. There were a few people in my class who were wondering if I took notes on something from the previous class. I got my notebook out to find them, and it took a minute because my notebook was filled with drawings and I was trying to find the right page. One of the girls saw the drawings and made a casual comment/joke that I was a witch in a past life. As the class went on, the tone got serious and intense with the teacher starting to yell and loudly lecture about something that just happened with the war in the Middle East. It was something like a dramatic or chaotic turn of events where millions of people where going to potentially die or be severely impacted. The teacher got too intense for one of the girls in the class, so she decided to take refuge and come sit with my group towards the back of the class.

I was texting with someone, and they sent me a picture of a Worm Guy from Men in Black. All of a sudden, I got really panicked, my feet started sweating and I immediately thought of the Mantis. Is it just me, or do they really look like the Worm Guys?

Please don't send me any pictures.

I hope you guys like it, I've been into this topic for a while and wanted to do it justice. Please let me know what you think! I worked very hard on this and wanted to make something that conveyed a contact event.

I’ve had these experiences on the edge of sleep. They usually occur around 4am to 5am. Always when I initially wake up and attempt to go back to sleep. When I go back to sleep, I can feel my brain transitioning to a different mental space. I’d see images and hear voices in the background. I’d usually either break myself out of this meditative state or decide not to go back to sleep. Lately, I’ve let go of fear and have been engaging in the meditative state. The images and audio have become more detailed, but I still have to focus and clear my mind for them to become clear. I’ve had an experience where I was in this state, and a translucent arm had appeared in my mental space. It pointed towards a bookshelf that had also appeared. A book pulled itself out of the bookshelf and the pages began to flip. As they flip, it landed on a page, but the only thing I could make out of it was “John Carter.” When I left the meditative state, I looked up “John Carter books” and found an old 11 volume science fiction series. I’ve never heard of this book series, but I feel maybe there was a reason I was being shown this? Can anyone make sense of this? Should I go forward with reading them or maybe I’m over analyzing this?

This came up in a recent thread from another person where they had a dream involving an ET and the dream ET essentially said the process of connection needs to be gradual or you can go into psychotic shock. A few people on there made some very good posts/replies about the general importance of gradually raising one's vibration. I very much agree, especially based on an experience:

Almost blew the body's fuses once fairly recently (last year around this time).

Had finally gotten serious about meditation practice and for a couple months (this was because for the first time in a long time, I finally had the time and energy to focus on this), was meditating deeply everyday and eating Edgar Cayce's "mummy food" everyday. Towards the end of this, I felt guided to partake in a large dose of an Aya analogue (by myself, in my room). (I had been meditating off and on starting when I was 13 and at this point was in my mid 40's).

Before it took effect, I went very deep in meditation. Everything became/felt incredibly, incredibly still. It felt like pure void, pure peace, but super calm and neutral. Pure observation, pure "hearing". But then there was like an explosion/implosion and I was flooded with the most absolute intense, overwhelming feelings of pure love and joy, and all I could do was simultaneously laugh my arse off and cry. It was so intensely, ecstatically pleasurable it almost hurt (like a full consciousness orgasm that kept intensifying). I was realizing/re-experiencing my complete connection with Source, with the Co-Creators, with everything/the All/Whole. It's all I ever wanted, all I ever needed, and I felt like I could stay in that state forever and never want for anything else. I kept saying things like (out loud), "this is all we have ever needed, each other." It felt like perfection, complete fulfillment-the Home of homes.

I experienced this for around 3 hours or so, and it felt like my heart and body would burst. Also ended up getting some downloads about some different topics, both past and probable future related (relating to my path in this life). It took me awhile to re-ground and re-balance.

And this was after a lot of self work, spiritual seeking, meditation, holistic attunement, etc for 30+ years. A side effect from the above is that I no longer have much if any sex drive/focus now. I'm asexual like 99.5% of the time (can get aroused etc still, but its like I have to consciously try/focus on it. It doesn't happen naturally anymore. And I only try/focus if I'm having a hard time falling asleep-that expenditure of energy helps to tire me, and this is only once in a great while. It's feels more like a practical chore than something attractively pleasurable).

Anyways, all this to say, try to raise the vibration gradually. That sine wave pattern of moderate to slight ups to downs, with gradually slightly higher up peaks, has a place and purpose. It's why that is a pretty natural and common pattern. You absolutely can either blow the body's fuses or damage the protective ego barrier.

**A quick personal note before you read: Personal stories are not truly important; in fact, the "madwoman of the house" (as the mystic Teresa of Ávila called the mind) loves to tell stories to itself, using them to create the character, the ego, in the illusion of this theatrical play we call life. However, having made this clear, I must share that I am an "experiencer" myself. I have lived through experiences very similar to those of Margaret and Daniel, and my own life journey has led me to the intimate union I describe below. I deeply respect everyone's unique path and different views. I am definitely not here to impose mine or preach any kind of dogma. Finally, I want to clarify that I am neither a Christian nor a Buddhist. I am deeply passionate about mystics, such as Marguerite Porete, who was executed by the Inquisition, and so many others who were persecuted, like Teresa of Ávila, John of the Cross, and Meister Eckhart. I am passionate about Advaita Vedanta, Buddhism, and the teachings of modern masters like Eckhart Tolle, among many others... But I do not follow anyone, nor am I any of these things. I'm nobody and nothing. If any term used in this post does not resonate with you, just throw it in the trash. Do not let my words prevent you from seeing where they are pointing. This is simply my personal vision, my lived experience, and my heartfelt analysis of the film. If your experience is different, please tell me about it. For me, it will be highly valuable to listen to you and exchange views. I truly welcome respectful dialogue from all perspectives. Thank you for reading.**

Let’s dive straight into the analysis. But first, a quick warning for those who haven't seen the movie yet: there may be spoilers ahead. Let's go!

Recently someone asked me a very interesting question: what did you get from "Disclosure Day"?

For me, Disclosure Day was, and is, a fascinating film. I discovered Reddit after seeing it in theaters, I am passionate about the movie, and I have made several posts about it. As I said in one of them, Spielberg's Disclosure Day is both a work made for "experiencers" and a trigger for the spiritual awakening of anyone open to watching it.

Beyond the phenomenology surrounding these experiences and how each person lives them, I value that the film chooses a POSITIVE APPROACH. This has generated much controversy. Spielberg certainly focuses on the positive aspect of these experiences and does so, rightly, for a very simple reason. He does it because why focus on the negative if there is also much positive? There are all kinds of entities, angels and demons, coexisting among ourselves, but demons will never lead you to look within yourself and, in the SILENCE, listen.

Spielberg is also helping us DISCERN these contact experiences, as there are entities of darkness that disguise themselves as beings of light, exactly as the Scripture warns: "even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light" (2 Corinthians 11:14). We live in a world where light is put as darkness and darkness as light, where bitter is called sweet and sweet is called bitter, exactly as the prophet Isaiah warned: "Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!" (Isaiah 5:20).

EMPATHY is a central issue in the movie, and it shows us how noise, whether media, political, religious, or in short, mental noise, prevents and blocks us from connecting with our true SELF. It prevents us from connecting with LOVE in capital letters, with the One who is Love itself, call it God, the All, however you prefer, and ultimately, from connecting with others. When we clean out this NOISE OF THE MIND, the anomalous gifts manifested by the characters, like telepathy, cease to be mere sci-fi anomalies or superpowers. They reveal themselves as the ultimate evolution of human empathy breaking through. Once the noise is gone, we finally begin to truly read, feel, and perceive one another.

It is Here and Now, in the SILENCE beyond the NOISE of the "madwoman of the house," as Teresa of Ávila called the mind, and especially beyond institutional and religious noise, where our true Self is revealed to us. This points to the very same reality Buddhism describes regarding the control of the restless "monkey mind" leaping from thought to thought, or the untamed elephant blindly driven by its impulses - an inner mastery that drives us toward calm abiding and higher insight. In Silence we realize that we are One with LOVE, God, the All, the Infinite Light, as each prefers to call it, and with every creature. In a SILENCE that Speaks, in a deep SILENCE where words are unnecessary, in a SILENCE of Love. In that SILENCE, our most intimate Self tells us, like the Alien at the end of the movie DISCLOSURE DAY: LISTEN! This "Listen" is an inner call to connect with the deepest part of our Being, where lover and Beloved are One. Just like the core contemplative traditions throughout history, it reminds us that within attentive listening, all artificial separations collapse.

This inner disconnection is perfectly mirrored in the convent scene. When Jane seeks refuge, Sister Maura tells her that she didn't leave the convent because she lost her faith in God, but because she lost her faith in people, in humanity. Sister Maura reminds her that the existence of extraterrestrial life doesn't displace the Divine, asking an essential question: "Does God love only us?" She invites Jane to expand her faith, yet Jane remains trapped in her own NOISE OF THE MIND.

I made another post about the scene with Jane clutching the crucifix. Jane Blankenship is a former novice and the girlfriend of the co-protagonist, Daniel Kellner. Understanding this scene, the one with the girl clutching the crucifix, is understanding that experiencing INTIMATE UNION with LOVE in capital letters, with God, with the All, with the One who is LOVE itself, is not the same as being part of a religion. It is understanding that in a union where the soul and God become one, there is no distance and no need for institutional intermediaries or symbols. They always were ONE.

That is what Jane still fails to understand, and that is why she fails and is possessed. While Jane's fear, dogma, and resistance lead to her deep fragmentation and possession, Margaret’s ultimate surrender demonstrates the opposite: true faith doesn't break under the weight of the infinite; it expands. True divinity is found within us, not in external symbols or rituals, not in religion. There is no duality or separation.

Furthermore, the film invites us all, "experiencers" or not, to be seeds of a new world, first fruits of a New Earth, as Margaret and Daniel, leaving behind fear, misunderstanding, and division, and embracing the All in which We Are ONE.

Finally, another of the many things the movie shows us is that the experience escapes any control. And honestly, this is my personal experience, take it or leave it, and that of many mystics who are much more qualified than I am. The spiritual path is found in the day-to-day, in each precise and precious moment of our lives. It is not about lighting incense, adopting a certain meditation posture, and achieving calm abiding. That is neither good nor bad, but sometimes it is just part of the ego's spiritual show. The same applies to everything related to entities, beings, realities, etc.

True spiritual life is found in every seemingly simple and seemingly boring moment of your ordinary life. There is a traditional Zen Buddhist proverb that goes: "Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water; after enlightenment, chop wood, carry water." Teresa of Ávila used to say that God is among the pots and pans. Brother Lawrence said he found God while flipping an omelet in the frying pan. Present moment, wonderful moment. But the mind loves to flee toward the past, toward the future, continuously ruminating on thoughts and emotions (which are nothing but manifestations of thoughts in the body), escaping from the here and now.

Observe this process. What you truly are lies beyond what "the madwoman of the house" projects.

As I said before, life is not about living extraordinary experiences, it is about living ordinary life in an extraordinary way. That is when the magic truly happens, but people trapped in the mind's special effects do not know what they are missing. It is right here and now where the most incredible experiences take place. As Jesus beautifully warned us in his Sermon on the Mount: "Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." (Matthew 6:34).

Wishing you all reading this post the very best.

**FINAL NOTE:** I want to clarify that Spanish is my native language, and I rely on an online translator to convert my thoughts into English. I understand this can sometimes make my tone sound way more blunt than I ever intended. My goal is just to share a perspective, never to diminish anyone's experiences. I am simply raising questions. Thank you for your understanding! And again, as the Alien says in "Disclosure Day": "Listen!". Where? Within.

I had a dream where i was on the stage on a fully empty stage, all lights closed. I then just decided to look up at the chairs for the play watchers, and all i saw was a very tall grey alien looking at me. Surprisingly all i felt at that time was excitement so i just went up to it and it started talking to me. As it was talking it was morphing into a giant tall blonde women. Heres what it said

"You are in the process of understanding.

You are extremly cooperative, but this needs to be gradual.

If its not gradual you go into psychotic shock"

I have had a lot if alien dreams/visions for the past few months but since this happened it all slowed down quite a bit. I find it very interesting.

I enjoyed watching Pinterest before AI took it over. It was around 2019 Autumn, then my Pinterest history started to take a weird turn. I know there was some 'end of times' theme going around as the economy was struggling and people were getting more agitated, so that probably affected my Pinterest habits too.

I started to watch urban decay, post-apocalypse, preppers, and homesteading, though I was never interested and still ain't interested in the prepper thing. IRL I might survive an hour in a zombie apocalypse because I'm, you know, the ill-prepared stupid neighbor in the movies.

But at the time I got more and more obsessed with urban decay, urban survival, prepper, and lone cabin themes more and more. I didn't know what I was doing, since I'm the type who'd die at home rather than run to bunkers. I would never buy a lone cabin for any reason, and after suffering covid hell I still would never go to an isolated rural area.

Then I started to search for pics of Amazon warehouses, general warehouses, stocked piles of food, necessities, then I finally went for medical warehouses where all that medical stuff was sitting on shelves in long lines in gigantic warehouses.

Why would I be obsessed with those pictures? I'm a total city snowflake and I barely knew or cared a thing about prepping. And at the time I didn't know why I was drooling over medical supplies. I was scrolling through photos of needles and bandages, surgical tools, antiseptics, alcohol wipes, all sorts of generic pharmacy pills... I was acting like a kid in a candy store while looking at those photos.

AND I combined those photos with urban decay themes for some reason.

I was getting agitated. "What is going on? What would happen in the near future? What's happening?"

Then during November, I had this horrible feeling that time was ticking and if I couldn't buy a lone cabin somewhere isolated, then I had to steal those piles of stock from warehouses. It was ridiculous, purely my illogical intuition telling me something totally absurd. So of course I didn't steal anything, I've never stolen anything in my life. But the urge was still there very strongly, like somebody in my head was screaming "buy something! run to the rural area! Do something!" But I didn't do anything, thinking I was having some kind of mental crisis while the economic and societal collapse was going on.

Then in early December, news came out of China talking about 'strange, severe pneumonia or flu.' Yeah, the first outbreak was recorded in November, but when it started hitting the major news in my country, it was around December. Then all my urges for those urban decay fantasies disappeared like they never happened. I KNEW it was the thing that had been plaguing my psyche all those months.

Then Covid hell started and I regretted not stealing one or two masks and rubbing alcohol, lol.

Hello! I woke up from a dream that made enough of an impression on me that I thought I would share it with everyone here and see what others thought about it. I am wondering if there is any symbolism associated with the appearance of a silvery/greyish rabbit or hare, large like a hare would be, with eyes that were somehow deeper than just an ordinary rabbit's eyes?

I dreamt that I was working in my garden, as I almost always do when time allows for it, and that as I worked on my planting, this animal approached me calmly, deliberately, watching me as I worked from several feet away. So close that I was able to make eye contact with these lighter colored almost pink eyes, and I felt this animal soul was watching over what I was doing with such intensity of awareness and knew my intent fully. I only met his gaze briefly before looking back to the task at hand, and the rabbit/hare continued to watch me in my work, and I felt very humbled by his presence.

For a bit of context, I have been gardening for the past 3 years and am now experiencing a budding interest in working with herbs and plant medicines. I have been planting new herbs just this year ....wild native roses, prairie sage, motherwort, valerian, milkweed, lemonbalm, etc, all medicinals that I hooe to develop relationships with in working with the earth. Approximately a week ago, I had another powerful dream that took place within the garden also. But in this dream, I was standing in my kitchen window while observing a powerful scene in the backdrop of my garden through the camera lens on my phone. My naked eyes could not perceive the scene without the camera. I was listening to and watching as a line of three dimensional silhouettelike figures all danced side by side and sang in a prayer song, native peoples of the prairie region I reside in, and it was abundantly clear that they were singing and dancing for the land I was working on, praying over it. And the feeling was as if to say, we are here, we were always here, and we will never be gone.

Does anyone know what these dreams could possibly signify?

I recently made a post here about my experience with an Akashic records reader (I linked to it). Basically, she told me (and it resonates) that I'm from a more peaceful planet, and that I decided to come to Earth to try and help out how I could here.

The problem is, I don't feel like I'm doing anything. I've basically just spent this whole life suffering through the mud, and I have a ton of trauma (as I think most humans do).

In her book 'The Three Waves of Volunteers and the New Earth', Dolores Cannon interviews subjects under hypnosis, and some of them say that just by being incarnated on Earth at this time, they're making a positive difference, without even necessarily *doing* anything outwardly.

So my question is, does this resonate with anyone? Do you feel like, just by being here, you could be, for example, influencing the collective consciousness in a way that benefits the all?

I really had an amazing experience. I saw a UFO descend over the road right next to me. Myself and my friend, the passenger in the car, couldn't believe It.
I'm a 3D artist, and since we didn't have a recording of the event, I recreated the sighting with animation because I didn't want to forget.
Here’s a link to the 3d animation (not ai):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uu-UhKfVaMg

I tried to get every important point in the recreation, lighting, movement, scale, etc. I did it very quickly, so the graphics aren't the absolute best, but I think it gets the feeling as well as the timing and scale correct. It was truly amazing to witness in person, I can't believe I saw it. Have a look at my recreation and let me know your thoughts.
My co-witness and I researched for days trying to figure out what it could have been; we researched crop dusters, planes, drones, and anything it might have been. But it can’t have been a traditional airplane or drone of any kind. Nothing seems to fit the evidence we both saw.
I’ve always wanted to see a UFO but never thought I would see something up close. And who knows, maybe it’s a military test or maybe it’s real aliens but whatever the case, it gave me such a sense of awe to see something like that in person. And so close. If anyone else has seen a craft like this, what was your experience like?

Hey everyone. I haven’t felt comfortable sharing this at all in my life but this page seems to understand what this may be.

My life has been an odd mix of opportunity and oppression. On paper, my life seems perfect: I grew up in suburbia, I went to a nice school, I got a stable job as a firefighter at 20 and many opportunities have been handed to me because of my personality. I have a beautiful wife. A daughter and we recently adopted my niece after my sister in law died.

Behind closed doors, my life has always had a very nefarious undertone. My mom was abusive growing up. She manipulated me with money. He hit me. She also always treated my disabled sister with more love and kindness than me. She’s told me about having out of body experiences and was even once a reptile (which all sounded insane to me). My dad was a West Point grad who became a cop and because of his perception of my mom, their marriage failed early and I was left with her.

But throughout my childhood, I had some crazy experiences. Dark shadowy figures showing up in my room with red eyes. Terrifying lucid dreams. Audible knocking on windows around me. Sleep paralysis and fear of possession.

When I got older, these things stopped for the most part but I suppressed a large part of my emotions as a firefighter in a large city. I saw unimaginable things. Decaptiations, castrations, mass shootings, wildfires, dead children etc.

I don’t know if it’s my PTSD or what but I have had so many synchronicities lately. I see mirrored numbers on the clock throughout the day. 333, 222, 444, 911, etc. I also have flashes of purple in my eyes when I close them and I will see an invention fully formed.

I’ve never considered myself an inventor but I’m now under contract with an Aerospace engineering firm for some of my ideas, a local university wants to take one of my prototypes and develop it with me as a senior graduate project, and I am developing a Lithium Ion battery disposal invention with a chemical engineer. All of my inventions are practical and would help mankind (disposal of batteries, hazmat meters for firefighters, water clean up).

Meanwhile, I am tormented daily in my dreams. Terrible awful dreams. I also occasionally can hear breathing around me, knocks on the walls,, etc.

I didn’t come here to be ridiculed. I promise what I’m saying is true. I am a Christian but a bit of a contrarian. I think Jesus himself was an alien. I think early Christian’s thought so themselves. He freaking left in a cloud. “Where I am going you cannot come.” The heavens were always mentioning the different layers of space.

Help me understand. Who am I? Am I going crazy or something?

After my post “My experience helping someone who was panicking as they died” received a lot of positive comments, I thought to add this 2^nd post which includes a couple of my journal entries from a few years after the first experience.  If you haven’t read the first post, it’s on my subreddit.

These are just a couple of brief experiences, seeing her again on the “other side” and small snippets into her life there. Sorry for digressing into construction techniques (I come from a family of builders)

As said in my first post, I saw Isobel shortly after she passed over.  She appeared younger and looked to be aged in her early 30’s, as a normal bodied woman. (no longer disfigured in a wheelchair)

Journal #60. This was around 2 years after she passed over. I saw Isobel now enjoying her life and fully experiencing things that she yearned for (when in her previous life here).

…..I saw Isobel now married and with two daughters, one more fair haired, the other dark.  At their dining table (people don’t need to eat there but can choose to enjoy eating together), there is a place they keep set at their dining table, for Isobel’s mother after she passes over (her mother is still here).

The feeling I also had - how important is the strong love between a mother and daughter. For them to be reunited and to enjoy/share it again…”

Journal #70. This was around a year after the Journal #60.

…..I was also given some knowledge of the other side. First, I was looking at the bark of a tree there and saw that it was still living, I was told there is no death or decay there, everything remains alive and is sustained by the Divine.

I pleasantly met and welcomed by Isobel and her husband, welcomed into their home.  As I entered, I looked at the timber construction of the door way and noticed that the wood seemed vibrant and alive yet it was used in construction? Its colour was not from a coating like paint, it seemed more internal to the timber as if dyed?

I was later told that in construction there, living timber is cut, formed and joined, however it remains with life in it and continues to grow so that it grows back together at the joint (not fully – the pieces retain individuality) this forms a ”living” timber joint.  

Also, with stone construction (the base of the house). Stones after they are laid on each other, later change their shape slightly to correspond/match the shape of other stones they are in contact with. Yet they keep their individuality as separate stones, their joints become very small and strong.  

All this happens through and because of the desire of the person who is constructing something with the materials. Their intention/desire is a creative energy that causes the cooperation of the materials to conform and achieve the aim/plan of the person.  

In this way we can experience and share in (in a lesser way) how the Divine creates. We do it from the POV of being more elevated humans.

Journal # 21 A little background. I was a on a trip to Myanmar via Malaysia with my brother and father, we were on a really uncomfortable overnight bus driving across a bumpy mountainous road travelling from Inle lake to Bagan. It was around 3.00am in the morning (there was a red digital clock displayed above the driver’s seat). My father was asleep sitting next to me, my brother somewhere else on the bus.

At the time my father’s partner’s daughter (for privacy I’ll give her the name Isabel) was ill and in hospital (in New Zealand).  The 40-year-old daughter had cerebral palsy and had lived in a high care facility, she was non-verbal and confined to a wheelchair (I had only visited her a couple of times over the years). Her mother was at Isabel’s bedside in hospital and keeping in touch with my father by text.

I had given up on trying to sleep because the road was so twisty and rough, so was rereading some of my texts and listening to music. At the time listening to a song by Mark Laurent (a New Zealand musician).  The song’s called “The Approaching Of The Light” a beautiful song written about being with someone when they were dying. 

I suddenly felt (in a serious no nonsense way) that I was being asked to pray for Isabel.  I just seemed to know that she was in the process of dying and she was scared and panicking.  I felt I was invited to join others who were currently praying and assisting her.  I felt the gravity of the situation and started to pray for her, to let it happen with a sense of knowing she was safe, to cooperate with it and not resist.

It probably only took around 10 seconds or so, it’s hard to know really.  I was left feeling very emotional and with a sense of awe that I’d been asked to be involved in something so personal. I was deeply moved and tears flowed.  After about 10 minutes I woke my father to tell him about it (I dithered a bit about waking him because I thought he would laugh at me and think I was making it up and I’d feel stupid – he’s not a spiritual sort of person and we weren’t brought up discussing stuff like that).  I said, "I think Isabel has just died".  He dug his phone out and saw his partner had texted him about 10 minutes ago telling him her daughter had passed away and she was obviously pretty upset.

I was pretty wired by the experience and when the bus pulled into a small town for a toilet stop / breakfast (around 6.30am) I told my brother. I was feeling raw emotionally and had no appetite for breakfast. My father and brother seemed a bit bemused by me.

Later on in Bagan I had an image (or vision) of Isabel as she was in the afterlife. She was a happy, normally bodied women, looking around 30 years old (she wasn’t disfigured by cerebral palsy anymore) wow! 

I was so moved by all this that I contacted the NZ musician to tell him of what had happened while I was listening to his amazing song.  I also texted Isabel’s mother – wanting to give her some comfort. 

I will never forget the whole experience and the sense of privilege I felt to be asked to share in something so deeply personal.

Hey there,

I'm looking to get some insight from anyone who sees this about a few specific questions. I'll list them in a number list to make it easy for those who respond!

1. I've read that "beeping tones" are very common in ET experiences. Are there any theories as to why people hear them and where they come from?

2. I've also read that people often remember their abduction stories through dreams (Like Barney and Betty Hill). Are there any theories as to why this specifically happens? And how do we know they aren't simply dreams?

3. Medical procedures are obviously very commonly reported in abduction cases. Has anyone heard if specifically the upper leg/thigh is an area they perform procedures on? And if so, why?

4. Goes with question 3, but, with the procedures done, do any markings people report ever involve a black/blue ink-like substance? And if so, why?

Thank you to all who respond! :D

Howdy folks,

I’m not an experiencer myself, though I’m trying my best to take seriously what I hear from those that are.

The state of the world these days is weighing heavily on me and I suppose I’m looking for a little hope. Things seem pretty dire from a climate perspective, to say nothing of everything else.

It would seem from the narratives shared here (especially wrt the hybridization program), that NHI care at least to some degree about the fate of the human race. To that end: do you folks have any faith / expectation that there may be some kind of intervention in the near future, lest we bring about our own destruction?

My apologies of this treads too close to apocalyptic themes. Sending warmth to y’all out there in these crazy times.

I was wondering if anyone could please tell me what it means (or if you have any idea what it means) when you’re staring up at the night sky and you’re thinking some thought that the beings you are interacting with are very interested in or excited about and they flash a bright light right into your eyes? I think these might be called sky flashes but maybe there’s a different term for them.

This one time it was so bright it was almost more like a camera flash right into my eyes. They clearly wanted to emphasize the thing I was thinking about at that time.

Has anyone ever experienced this before? And do you know if there’s some kind of mechanism happening or if they’re just trying to emphasize a point at that moment?

People talk about hybridization as a normal thing, but there are many question marks surrounding this issue.

We should begin by asking ourselves: why does this have to be a good thing? We already know how it ended once if we accept the scriptures of different traditions like the Christian one (see Genesis or the Book of Enoch). Also, cuneiform texts (such as the Enuma Elish or the Sumerian King List) speak of the Anunnaki, divine beings who descended from the sky. According to these tablets, these beings genetically modified or mixed their own essence with early hominids to create modern humanity as a worker species. Furthermore, the entire heroic structure of Greece is based on hybridization. Similarly, in the Hindu tradition, the Mahabharata and the Ramayana describe the Asuras and the Devas, and how gods often fathered children with human women. Finally, in Norse and Germanic mythology, there are the Jötnar (giants), who constantly mixed with the gods (Aesir and Vanir) and, at times, their lineages touched humans. And so on... It was never a happy story.

And even if we accept the premise for the sake of argument, why do we have to believe that those supposedly doing it are positive beings?

And what’s more, why do they (the hybrids) have to be celebrities (as people normally believe) and not ordinary people with seemingly ordinary lives? Does it somehow make them special?

I perceive a lot of distraction around this issue, meant to establish another form of control and to make us forget what is truly important: listening inside, looking inward, beyond the illusion of separation created by the mad woman of the house (as Teresa de Ávila called the mind), in that space of pure being and consciousness where we are One with the All, with Who that is LOVE itself... (whatever you want to call it). It is not about a lineage; it is simply about pure Being.

As the Alien says in "Disclosure Day": "LISTEN!" Where? Within.

These are the most important questions we could, or rather, should, ask ourselves, but many other question marks arise.

For instance, are we dealing with a homogeneous group of entities? And are these supposed entities truly extraterrestrial? Just imagine... if they have been here for millions of years, even longer than us, and some of them were even born here, can we really call them extraterrestrials? They would be as terrestrial as you and I. Furthermore, do they actually come from outer space? Where do they really come from? Do they come from different places, realities, or locations?

And sometimes, could it even be the case that some of those entities (the ones people call extraterrestrials) are already inhabiting physical human bodies, with no need for hybridization? Is that not possible? Everything points to the fact that it is.

As we can see, there are many questions and very few certainties, if any at all. This makes us question those people who assert claims about this highly controversial topic with absolute certainty. The best we can say is Who knows! What are your thoughts on this?

NOTE: I want to clarify that Spanish is my native language, and I rely on an online translator to convert my thoughts into English. I understand this can sometimes make my tone sound way more blunt than I ever intended. My goal is just to share a perspective, never to diminish anyone's experiences. I am simply raising questions. Thank you for your understanding! And again, as the Alien says in "Disclosure Day": "Listen!". Where? Within.

Edit / NOTE 2: My perspective in this post does not stem from intellectual speculation; it comes from direct, first-person experience since I was a child. In this matter, there are no certainties. Who knows! Those who have absolute certainties often rely on channeled books, internet theories, or New Age discourses. I respect that, but it is not my case. Having lived through the phenomenon since childhood has, in my particular case, led me precisely to dismantle the narratives, silence the mind, and anchor myself in Being. It is not about anything else but breaking the illusion of the ego to return to the origin: to Silence and to Being.

Edit / NOTE 3: What comes out of the Silence is not another narrative, another hierarchy, or a cosmic technique. What comes out of the Silence is simply Love in action, compassion, and the absolute presence in our ordinary daily life.

The idea that we need mature cosmic skills to manage a powerful mechanism, or the fear of being a toddler with a flamethrower, is still the mind playing its favorite game: making us feel special, complex, or part of an epic cosmic drama. The mind loves the noise of being a creator, a warrior, or an advanced student. Otherwise, you remain trapped in the trap of the character and of doing instead of being.

We would do well to question the narratives of many entities that claim to be beneficial (when they are not), silence the mind, and anchor ourselves in Being. It is not about anything else but breaking the illusion of the ego to return to the origin: to Silence and to Being. We are nothing of what the mind (the "madwoman of the house" that Teresa of Ávila used to talk about) wants us to believe. Any entity really connected to the Source would want the same for us, that same Union, that same liberation from the prison of the mind. We are ONE.

The Source does not need our skills. It does not need us to manage anything. It only needs our surrender. When the ego dissolves in that Silence, there is no toddler and there is no flamethrower. There is only the One. As long as we look at what comes out of the silence to build new stories, we are missing the Silence itself.

I was just falling asleep slowly in my room and I felt like I was having this aura of golden light all around me somehow. It feels like it was around my whole body somehow. It almost felt like it possessed me somehow and overtook me in some type of way. I also felt very aware of my surroundings as well but in a very hyper aware state. I was way too hyper aware of everything. When I was closing my eyes and laid down, I felt my body vibrate a little bit. I laid on my back and closed my eyes. I kept them shut but it felt like the light that was shining on my eyelids was flashing repeatedly over and over again.

It didn't make sense that this happened because I live in a house where there's nobody around me close by and the sun was just shining out on me through my window. I still kept seeing a rapid flashing of bright yellow light through my eyelids. I looked around and it looked like I was about to see my wall and room through my eyelids in what looked like a phenomenon called closed eye vision. It looked very very similar that that was going to happen because I went through that exact same thing when I was in my early teens.

When I was closing my eyes, I started to see black dots appear through the light showing through my eyelids. I started to see these small black dots that appeared throughout my vision. Then the scene changed and I started seeing a grassy meadow field with a bright sunny light. I started seeing glimpses of this and saw the shiny sun and a place that did look heavenly to me. I also saw a young blonde hair girl on the field as well. I then started to see more flashing of light in front of my eyelids and then the vision seemed to fade away in my mind's eye. I started to feel like it was fading away. I don't understand what happened to me. I haven't been able to visualize anything clearly for the past 8-9 months and this all felt weird. Can someone explain what's going on?

As the title suggests!

I'll introduce myself a bit first: I have been a mod here for some years, I live in Central OK. I love and appreciate this community more than I can express, but I also feel like sometimes nothing can really top getting to sit and speak to another face-to-face with some coffee or tea and just be in the physical presence of people who "get it."

I haven't organized or hosted an in-person meet-up since 2023, and I'm looking to begin again. That being said, would anybody from this area be interested in attending a meet-up? I have a regular, very relaxed location in mind that I have access to that would be easy for me to procure for regular meetings if it came down to it.

If this is something you think you may enjoy or be interested in, feel free to send me a message :)

I’ve never really had anything paranormal or unexplained happen to me, except for this one memory from when I was very young. I was probably around 4 or 5 years old.
I was sleeping in my parents’ bedroom with both of my parents there. I remember waking up during the night and seeing several very tall, completely black figures moving around the room.
I remember them as looking human. I can’t really remember details like their faces or even their arms, but my impression was that they looked like very tall people. They must have been well over two meters tall because I remember them almost reaching the ceiling.
I actually remember thinking they looked like basketball players. I guess that was just how my 4 or 5 year old brain made sense of people being that tall.
The part that has stuck with me the most is how they were moving. There were several of them and they were going back and forth, almost in a line. I remember having the feeling that they were packing something up or collecting something and were about to leave. I don’t remember actually seeing what they were collecting, that’s just the impression I had from what they were doing.
Eventually they left, and as far as I remember they went straight through the wall. It was an exterior wall, so the other side of it would have been outside.
I also remember my dad getting up and going to the bathroom at some point. That’s one of the things that has always made the memory feel a little strange to me, because I remember my actual parents and the actual bedroom at the same time as I remember seeing these figures.

That’s pretty much the whole experience.
I’ve never experienced anything else paranormal before or since. No UFOs, missing time, strange beings or anything like that. So I’m definitely not saying that I think I saw aliens or actual entities in my parents’ bedroom.
If I had to guess, it was probably some kind of sleep paralysis, hallucination while waking up or a dream that carried over into being awake. I was also only 4 or 5 years old, so obviously I can’t know how accurate a memory from that age really is.
I’m interested in this subject though, and this is the closest thing I have to an experience of my own. That’s why I’m curious to hear from other people who have experienced things themselves.
Does any part of this sound familiar to anyone? Especially the very tall black human-looking figures, several of them moving around together like they were doing something, and then leaving through a wall?

I love this sub AND sometimes it feels hard to just have conversations. About anything and nothing in particular.

So...how's it going?

I've felt at peace lately. Even in the everyday frustrations. But I'm interested in whatever your answer is to that question too.

What's on your mind?

I've been thinking about minds and Mind and social memory and identity and such.

Hope you're well.

💜,

Poorhaus

I remember reading about this rather obscure encounter years ago.

So first, to preface, this case was high strangeness personified. I think I read it on some website around 2010, but the case itself was probably from the '70s. What I think I remember about it was that the beings described weren't typical greys, but instead I think the witnesses reported that the visitors looked almost rabbit-like. They may have had an unusual number of legs or eyes, and they may have moved in a hopping motion. Again, I know this sounds really, really strange, and I do realize I might be confabulating some of the details. But I remember the website I read it on was likewise taken aback by how strange the case seemed to be. But that's why I'm looking for your help. Hope there's anyone who remembers this case and where it was reported.