UFOs, UAPs, and Aliens (Oh my!)
Ever since I can remember I’ve always been fascinated with UFOs (Unidentified Flying Objects). I know the new acronym is UAP, Unidentified Ariel Phenomena, but we could consider UFOs to be a subset of UAPs, since not all “phenomena” can be legitimately classified as objects. As a child I used to religiously check out the magazine racks at the local supermarket and drug stores to see if there were any new magazines on the subject. I had already had several experiences that cemented within me the knowledge that reality “wasn’t all that real”, so I was eager to explore, and was actually miffed that I hadn’t seen anything I could put into the “UFO” category.
It’s January 2024 as I write this, and unless you’ve been avoiding the news and social media altogether, the discussion of the existence of UAPs/UFOs is starting to become more and more prevalent within the population. Military video recordings are popping up in the media with some regularity, whistleblowers are actually getting a fair hearing, and the subject is inching its way towards enough respectability to allow open discussion without being immediately labeled as a kook for considering the subject seriously. As I have gotten older and gained more experience and understanding, the nature of what we’re dealing with has become clearer to me.
The first point to make is to throw out binary thinking. Either/or will get one nowhere with regards to these matters. Anyone espousing the UAPs/UFOs are any one thing, that one explanation or identification will clear the matter up altogether is not looking at the larger picture. If you are able to explain one and pin it down, that explains that one and perhaps those related to it in nature, but to extrapolate out to say what you’ve learned explains them all would be no different than saying you’ve discovered that since there is a positive correlation between crime and poverty that all crimes are related to poverty. What we’re dealing with here is nothing less than the awakening of humanity.
There are only the emanations of the universe (the background substrate, the universal inertia) and awareness. In order to fit what we’re experiencing into context we have to throw out the notion there is an objective, “out there” reality composed of objects. One also needs to abandon the assumption that what is physical is “real” and that which is not physical is “not real”. There is no one answer to the issue and our need to label and identify in order to share experiences semantically causes our problems. For the sake of being able to speak on the issue I am going to use the term “3rd density” when referring to our normal reality of physicality and time experienced as a sequence of events that moves from the past through the present and into the future. I go over much of this in “A Step Back” (https://williamjeffreys.substack.com/p/a-step-back-98-version-101322), so I will try the condensed version here.
Above is a picture of leaves on the water. The waves move under the leaves and continue on their way. The leaves are influenced by the waves, but are separate, not moving at nearly the speed of the wave itself, sometimes not moving longitudinally at all, but perhaps just up and down. What I’m going to ask you to do is imagine the leaves are individual molecules of water, as they would be influenced in exactly the same manner. Any one molecule is part of the wave one instant, then part of another wave the next, the first wave having come and gone. The one water molecule is quite independent of the wave and is as much a victim of the wave as the leaf in the picture. Or take a rope, lay it down straight on the ground, then take one end and whip it up and down quickly. This will generate waves you can see traveling down the length of the rope. No one would suggest the molecules that compose the rope are moving anywhere other than up and down. The molecules of the rope are not moving longitudinally. The rope remains intact. Waves are perturbations of a medium. The medium itself doesn’t go anywhere. The waves move through the medium. We see the waves and name them in order to be able to talk about them, but waves are not objects and cannot be captured. If it was possible in the picture above to freeze the water instantly, the surface of the water would be shaped as in the picture. You might say the waves have been captured, since you can touch the block of ice and feel the crests and valleys, but the water is no longer waving, so all you actually have is a block of ice with a wavy shaped top. If you could thaw it instantly and then refreeze it a couple of seconds later you would capture a different set of waves, but most of the water molecules in your block of ice would be the exact same molecules you captured the first time.
Where modern science ran off the rails was when scientists allowed within the culture the notion that somehow waves of electromagnetic energy are discreet objects of a sort and the objects themselves do travel from point A to point B. The average person believes the light that leaves the sun or a distant star travels from the point of origin and lands on their retina to be converted to electrochemical signals to their brain. This notion sprang forth from scientist’s desperate attempts to explain everything in terms of physicality. If light is a wave, then a wave needs a medium to propagate within. Waving is an action, a doing. In order to throw out the notion of the aether, they had to consider waves of electromagnetic energy as discreet objects unto themselves. In reality the light waves that hit your retina are waves in the same respect as the waves in the water in our example, the same as the waves down the rope, the same as the sounds that hit your ears. No thinking person would suggest the air molecules that hit your eardrum when you hear a noise that is miles away are the same molecules that were in contact with the originator of the sound. Yet they will believe the light that hits their retina is the same light that left the constellation of Cassiopeia 16,300 years ago.
Everything is waves, the interaction of waves upon each other, and the interaction with awareness. We are uniquely tied to a fundamental frequency, which is the Planck frequency. For us anything that is at the Planck frequency or higher appears to be a dynamo, a “particle”, a wave with no transverse component. Anyone who has studied music understands waves can interact with each other in various ways, either constructively or destructively, in resonance or out of resonance. At the point of interaction mathematical shapes appear if the combinations are correct. These interactions are sensed by our biological instrumentation and then filtered through our awareness. It would be entirely possible to compose music at a frequency well above the range of human hearing. Or to have it very close to the range of human hearing, so some would hear it and some wouldn’t.
There is also the issue of subjectivity. Red is conventionally defined as electromagnetic waves (EMF) of a wavelength of 650nm. Why would it be necessary to define it at all? It is because the color red, if not defined and agreed upon is completely subjective. Modern car colors are a great example, as a friend of mine and I have great fun trying to name what color some of them appear to be, as the paint manufacturers have done a great job of coming up with interesting hues. What is little recognized is our entire reality is assembled in exactly the same manner, by agreement and definition. Since each of us is an individuated point of awareness, there is absolutely no way to know if my friend and I are seeing the same thing when light waves at 650nm hits our retina. Our awareness is completely free to interpret the waves it is subjected to in any manner it wishes. There is also the consideration that the awareness is subjected to all of the energetic waves it experiences / interacts with. In the same manner as we denote mathematical limits and integrals, we collectively agree upon certain wave patterns and sensing results in order to have a collective experience. We have collectively agreed to the premise that whatever is collected by our five senses is “real” and everything else is “not real”. The person who buys into this concept is ill equipped to handle perceptions that do not fit this paradigm, the box if you will. They will naturally try to assemble their perception based on what they “know” and shoehorn it into the box. I will refer to this person as “the average person”, not to denigrate them, but we have to have a label of some sort if we are to have a discussion.
When the average person encounters something that cannot be interpreted in terms contained within the box they are in uncharted waters. I have seen this occur many ways, and they range from denying their own intuition and common sense to not seeing what is literally in front of their eyes, to identifying and labeling through the method of pulling a template out of the box and fitting the perceptions into it, even if they don’t fit well. The important point is we all do this, just to different degrees. We’re just not all on the same level. The person who believes the confines of the box are “real” and everything outside of their box is “not real” will go to any lengths to fit their perceptions into the box because acknowledging otherwise either un-defines portions of the box itself, or opens them up to the very real (to them) consideration that they’re mentally ill.
The person who lives in the knowledge that reality is an assembly and is based on agreement is more free to assemble the emanations of the universe in other ways. They are to a degree untethered. They are at liberty to allow their left side free reign. Our culture is currently in a period of worship of the right side, completely immersed within logic and reason, and anyone delving into their left side is labeled as “clinically insane”, but that is part of what is changing. Although a certain amount of right-side awareness is necessary in order to maintain identity and cohesiveness, the left side does not lend itself well to exploration if the grip on one’s right-side awareness is too tight. We are supposed to be balanced, explorers of both sides. As the more and more people start to embrace and explore their left side, to truly understand reality “ain’t all that real”, interactions outside of “normal” increase, and this will be across the board. No two people experience the same event the same way. When listening to accounts of people who experience things “out of the ordinary”, keeping this fact in mind is vital.
What I will attempt here is to provide a narrative of some of my own personal experiences and then at the end try and summarize my thoughts.
The First One:
It wasn’t until 1981 that I witnessed a UFO that was unmistakably under intelligent control. I was driving home from Franklin, Virginia having just gotten off from working swing shift at the factory where I was employed. I was on US58 on the section that runs between Holland and downtown Suffolk and was approximately halfway between them. There was no other traffic on the road at the moment, as it was roughly midnight. I saw coming down at a 45 degree angle out of the distant east what I took to be a shooting star, as that is exactly what it looked like. Since there was no traffic at all behind me and the road was straight I let off the accelerator so I could watch with all my attention. Shooting stars typically don’t last very long and burn out shortly after becoming visible. This one not only didn’t burn out, it leveled off at approximately 5000 feet and commenced flying parallel to the ground. That really got my full attention. It flew parallel to the ground until it was essentially at the same longitude I was at and then took a very abrupt turn to the northwest, away from my position. Shortly after turning it started climbing at a 45 degree angle and climbed out of sight. When it accelerated it was instantaneous. If you’ve ever watched Star Trek where they go to warp speed and the Enterprise accelerates so quickly it seems to leave a bit of a light trail and then vanishes, that is exactly what it looked like.
There was another young man who worked with me that evening, and I knew he lived in Windsor and would have been traveling down US258 at the same time. I figured if he was in a position where his view wasn’t obstructed he should have seen the object as well. When I got to work the next afternoon I asked him if he saw anything unusual on his way home the previous evening. He replied, “Oh yeah. I saw it. It flew right over the top of my truck”. Interestingly, that was all I could get out of him. He refused to answer any more of my inquiries, only shaking his head back and forth to indicate he was not going to say anything further. Although I worked with him for many months after that, he never mentioned it again.
Knowing the geography fairly well I estimated the object came down out of the sky somewhere around downtown Suffolk. If it flew right over my coworker’s truck, this put the distance covered at a conservative 20 miles. The object was in view four seconds at the absolute most. This gives an estimated speed of 17,000mph, with an abrupt ninety degree turn thrown in for good measure. There was no sonic boom or any noise that I heard whatsoever. When it accelerated out of sight it went from the steady 17,000mph to a speed so great it was no longer visible to the naked eye. I was happy about the event because for me it took the whole subject out of the “possible” column and put it into “definitely exists” column. From that point on I didn’t have to “believe” in UFO’s any more than I had to “believe” in the trees or the grass.
I reflected on the event in order to put it into the proper context. I could not honestly say what the origin of the craft was. Although I considered it might be extraterrestrial, I didn’t see it up close, as I estimated based on what my coworker said the closest I was to the object was four to five miles. When it was flying parallel to the ground it was high enough so I had a clear unobstructed view, but it wasn’t very far above the horizon. So I didn’t see the object close enough to be able to identify any shapes or features. To me it looked just like a very brightly lit ball. There was no sound. I don’t know what a craft going through the atmosphere at 17,000mph would sound like, but I heard no sound at all.
The craft was under intelligent control, or a programmed controller. It was headed for the ground, leveled off, flew parallel to the horizon, turned ninety degrees, and climbed out of sight. Anyone suggesting it was some sort of natural phenomena is only satisfying their own need to explain away anything that doesn’t match their view of reality.
I also considered what the reasons were for such a flight. I came up with three. The first was that it was a mistake, an error. The craft was headed for the ground because someone wasn’t paying attention, or perhaps there was a component or control failure of some kind. The second was that the flight was normal, but I didn’t know the reason for it. Perhaps a test of some sort, or the path was normal but there was a failure of a cloaking device. The third possibility was the flight was intentional for our benefit. We were allowed to see it as an effort to incrementally acclimate us to the reality of it. Admittedly these are all guesses on my part.
Orbs Over the House:
In late 2017 I was driving home from work and was on Constance Road getting ready to take the left onto Kingsboro Street. When you’re stopped in the turn lane there is a somewhat restricted view of my house. From Constance Road you can see the house between the trees, so you get enough of a view so you can tell where it is. When I looked towards my house there were two small round white or silver objects hovering directly over it at about fifty feet, just a bit above treetop height. As I turned onto Kingsboro my view was blocked by the trees and the other houses, so I couldn’t maintain a continual view. When I cleared the house that was obstructing my view, so I had a clear view of my house, the objects were gone. I didn’t see them leave, but from Constance Road they were plainly visible. I sent them a mental message that I was disappointed they didn’t stick around and interact with me. What I found interesting is these orbs were also seen by other people in Suffolk over the course of the next few days, so it was nice to see some corroboration.
It occurred to me in mid-2019 that I had been having notable dreams, insights, and experiences for my entire life but was not writing them down for later consideration. In order to capture and preserve these I now keep a “Dreams and Experiences” ledger. The dreams and experiences that follow are excerpted out of this ledger:
Dream 6/2/19
I had a couple of dreams last night that I thought were notable.
I was driving down the road in my truck, and off in the distance is a hill top. On the top of it is an animal that I originally take to be a cat, but on a closer look realize it’s an owl. My truck quits running and drifts to a stop. I realize I have a connection with the owl, and in the dream the connection becomes a rope, which I try to use to pull the owl to me. I mean the owl no harm; I am only interested in making friends with it. No matter how hard I pull, I can’t make the rope budge. For some reason this upsets me, which causes me to wake up.
I get up and go to the bathroom, then lie down and immediately go back to sleep. I wake up in a bed, but it is not the bed I just went to sleep in. I realize immediately that I’m dreaming, so I look around in short gazes to try and anchor my dreaming awareness. As I do, everything comes into focus and for all intents and purposes is real. I sit up on the left side of the bed and examine the floor, which is a worn hardwood. To my left is a gable window, about 15 feet away. Sunlight is coming through it, and I can see signs of movement and shadows moving. I have the feeling I’m supposed to go to the window and look out. I get up and go to the window, but as I approach it, the window clouds over, so by the time I get to it, it is almost an opaque white. I can still hear the commotion outside and it sounds violent. I’m thinking this is grossly unfair, since I had the impression I was supposed to see whatever was outside.
I turn around and go back to the bed and realize I’m still aware I’m in a dream. I remind myself to try and maintain my concentration, and then I set off down the hall that is to the right of the bed. At this point I lose concentration and the dream morphs into an ordinary dream.
Dream 11/10/21
This dream has a bit more clarity than a regular dream, very sharp and distinct, but not the realism of an OBE. I am looking up at the clouds and there appears a craft that is partially concealed. It is illuminated and round, silver in color. It looks sort of like the intake side of a round hair dryer. It is mechanical looking, and I can see seams in part of it. I send it a mental message that I can see it, sort of “I see you”. It makes itself a bit more visible, but then goes back into the clouds a bit. I send it another message (mentally), saying, “Let me see you”. It comes out from the clouds so that I can see it clearly. I send to it, “If you want to come speak with me, I will not try to harm you.” It comes down out of the clouds and hovers over me. At this point the dream changes and I’m in a somewhat dark room. The light has a greenish tinge, as do the walls. The walls are plain and the lighting is indirect.
There is a very insect-like being with her face pressed right up next to mine. I cannot see her features clearly, but clear enough to make out the features in a general sense. I’m on my back, but it doesn’t feel like I am restrained, at least not objectionably, it’s just this being is in my face. I tell her to please realize I am afraid of her, and that I’m human, meaning I need a bit of personal space. I tell her if she wants me to be comfortable she needs to back up a bit. I also tell her I mean her no harm. She doesn’t seem to be understanding, so I put my hands on her and push her smoothly out to arms length. She still will not allow me to see her features clearly, but I can make out a small mouth. She also has a companion that is remaining in the background. I tell her I’m now more comfortable and am trying not to be afraid, that I would like to have a conversation with her.
[Added 5/25/22 – In a sudden flash of memory, out of nowhere really, this afternoon I remembered more of the experience with the insect-like entities. When I met the female entity in my dream, I was initially about ten feet away from her but could not see her clearly. Every couple of seconds I could see her more in focus, but when I tried to bring her into better focus she would blur out again. I was pacing back and forth and I was angry because I was afraid. I remember saying to her that I wanted to have a normal interaction with her but I was experiencing a massive amount of fear. It was like I was two people. One was thinking somewhat rationally and the other was overcome with an animalistic fear. I cannot understate how much distress I was in. I asked her to please be patient with me and allow me to reel in my fear. The next thing I remember was walking around the craft a bit and then she was in my face.]
The dream immediately shifts to a construction site. I don’t really see this as odd, but instead go with it. I am fully aware they have created this to make me more comfortable. The construction site is the upper floor of a building that is perhaps half completed. The two beings now appear to me as a young woman and man. The woman is attractive, brunette, shorter hair, with a red shirt and jeans. The young man is a handsome fellow with a black shirt and jeans. Both are on the short side, but not unusually so. I ask the girl how long it took them to get here. She tells me it took them two years. We walk to the window and she tries to point out the star system they came from, but I really can’t make it out very well. I ask them both questions and we do have a bit of an exchange, but I don’t remember much of it. They definitely have different personalities. The woman is more open whereas the young man is a bit guarded. Not in a rude way, just not as open. The exchange was not really about information as much as just getting used to each other. We actually spent a bit of time just being with each other. I get the impression these two are for their culture not older, seasoned individuals, but younger. We try to have a normal conversation, but then a group of construction workers pops into the room and it changes to somewhat of a regular dream. I continue to ask the two entities questions, and they ask me a few, but it is difficult to communicate with them without cluing the other people in to what is actually happening. I start to get frustrated and at some point the whole things changes back to a regular dream. During the regular dream I get caught up in construction work stuff, eventually going home. At home a school bus pulls right up to the door of my house and drops off a phone book, which I go out onto the porch and retrieve. As I’m writing this, I just got a huge déjà vu hit.
Dream 6/27/22
I was on a construction site on one of the upper floors. I run across someone I know and they tell me they know someone who is interested in weightlifting and thought I might be of help to them. They tell me this person lives on the peninsula, and I remark I know some people over there that are close to them and I would try and get them in touch. Someone comes in and alerts me to something that needs my attention on the ground floor.
As I get to the ground floor I go outside to the street. It’s the end of the work day and one of the guys I know on the site is clowning around and grabbing at me, wanting to wrestle. He gets around behind me and picks me up off the ground and swinging me around. Out of the corner of my eye I spot a round, saucer-shaped UFO. It is round and the side is shaped something like the front of the new C8 Corvette.
I tell the guy wrestling with me to let me go. He continues swinging me around and I yell at him, “I’m serious, let me go. There’s a UFO in the sky”. He lets me go and we look at the UFO. I shoot it a mental message to please stay and interact with me. It comes out from behind the clouds and lowers down to street level, getting quite close, just above tall building height, perhaps 500 feet. It hovers for a bit and remains stationary so everyone on the ground has a very good look at it. The craft is gray metallic and there are markings, but the craft is too far away to read anything clearly.
The craft jettisons a smaller craft, some sort of robotic drone, which lowers itself to street level, and ends up hovering just over my head, just out of reach. It is shaped like a rounded off tom tom drum, and about the same size. There are markings, and a protuberance on the lower rim. The protuberance is round and about the size of a soup can. I jump up and grab onto the protuberance and pull the craft down to me so I can examine it more closely. There are two markings I can make out, engraved into the bottom rim. I am surprised to note the marking were in English in a script-like font. One was “The peace and the world you seek is at hand”. The other was “Branton & Collier”. Oddly I took it these messages were for me personally. The drone raises itself upwards to return to the larger craft and on that I woke up with a start, being almost instantly fully awake.
7/29/22
Yesterday I was taking a walk and passed through the cemetery near my house. It is very old and wooded, just a cool place. I laid down in the open area at the top of the hill and just watched the clouds for a while. I sent a mental invitation out to anyone that was willing to show themselves. I only did this for about ten minutes because it was brutally hot and humid, and the salt and sweat was burning my eyes to the point I couldn’t look up and keep them open. Last night at 03:00am I woke up with a start and thought to myself “Wow, that was quite a working-group session. Very involved and covering a lot of issues”. I remembered being in a conference with entities from other worlds/realms going over whatever the agenda was. Where it gets interesting is I have two different memories of the same event. I remember waking up from this dream and getting up and going somewhere, and I also remember going right back to sleep. In both memories I remember waking up to full wakefulness.
I think the onus is on my to learn how to shift attention, to shift my assemblage point at will. I will ponder this further. My intuition is telling me whoever I’m working within the dream state is also available during my waking state, but the issue is on my side of the fence, not theirs. I am still too rooted within this construction.
7/22
My girlfriend, her sister, her sister’s teenage son, and I were at the beach near the Lynnhaven Boat Ramp. We were walking west on the beach toward an area called Sylvan Beach. It was a great beach day, warm and sunny, but also a weekday, so although there were people on the beach it wasn’t crowded like on the weekends. As we were walking I looked up to one cloud and noticed a semicircular rainbow forming on the end of the cloud closest to us. The cloud was a very distinct cumulus cloud and the part where the circular rainbow was appearing was perhaps 3000 feet up. As I watched a round edge of a craft appeared and was poking out of the cloud slightly. It seemed the rainbow was being formed or caused from the interaction of the edge of the craft with the edge of the cloud. I stopped and pointed what I was seeing out to the other three. We all stopped and were looking up. As we watched the craft continued to slowly advance out of the cloud. It was very large, but we were only seeing perhaps fifty degrees of the circumference. Although it maintained a bit of the rainbow in front of it, I could clearly see the windows around the edge and could make out the window mullions clearly. The picture below is a pretty good approximation of what I saw poking out of the cloud.
As the craft became more distinct, my girlfriend’s sister started pointing to the sky and exclaiming “What is that? What is that?!” Her son shouted, “Oh my God! I’m scared”. He put his hands over his abdomen and bent over at the waist as if to protect himself. While still loudly proclaiming he was afraid, he fell to his knees, bent over at the waist, hands and arms still covering his abdomen. His mother is still pointing at the object and shouting, “What is that!?” My girlfriend is watching but not making any outward indication she is affected. While we watch the craft pulls back into the cloud and dematerializes. The rainbow semicircle remains for a bit as it dissipates.
What is interesting is we were standing on the beach in front of a group of people who had the usual beach paraphernalia spread out, large beach blankets, coolers, chairs. I didn’t count but there were roughly ten people there and they were less than a hundred feet away. Not one person in that group took notice that there were four people standing near the water, all looking at the sky, two of them pointing upwards and loudly expressing confusion, one to the point of falling down? I’m not a behavioral psychologist, but I believe it is human nature when someone sees a group of people shouting and pointing at the sky to look up and see what their attention is focused on. No one in the group took any notice whatsoever. They might as well have been in a separate reality.
8/2/22
There is no way to explain how I listen to my intuition, but my inner voice was telling me this morning to take a walk in the swamp. I have a pair of hiking boots I’m trying to break in, so I put them on and carried my running shoes in case the hiking boots started to hurt my feet. I also took a bottle of water and a hand towel. I got to the juncture of Jericho and Lynn Ditch about 11:00am and proceeded to walk down Jericho Ditch to the southeast (towards Lake Drummond). There is a dogleg in the trail just shy of a mile in, and I was maybe a mile past the dogleg. I was making the effort to shut off my internal dialog and simply be. I had seen two foxes and shortly thereafter a rabbit. For some reason there were quite a number of butterflies today. The air was thick with them.
I had been using the hand towel to keep the biting flies off of me when it occurred to me I should instead simply switch to a reality in which they were not biting me, nor trying to bite me, which I told myself to do. As I continued to walk I was pleasantly noticing the flies were no longer bothering me. I was having an internal battle with myself about taking physical reality so seriously, to recognize the illusion for what it is, and was struggling with the incontrovertible fact the flies were no longer bothering me. I was considering how not to claim this as some sort of ego-based victory (“Look what I did”), but simply allow it to be, to take it out of the ‘doing’ column and put it in the ‘being’ column. At this point I hear the sound of jet engines and turn around to see two airplanes heading east, towards the coast. They are in formation and look to be at about 5000 feet or so at the most. I’m facing back towards the northwest and these two planes are on the west side of the trail. Although the sound is of jet engines, these two planes have wings that are perfectly perpendicular to the fuselage, which is not typical for modern jets, and I see no evidence of any engines at all. Since the wings and the fuselage were roughly the same size I was thinking they must be A-10’s, but just as I went to look again for the engines, the planes were blocked from my view by the top of a tall tree. This tree is the only tall tree blocking my view of the two planes. The sky is cloudless and there is nothing in the sky other than these two planes. Except for the top of this one tree I have a clear and unobstructed view of the entire sky around the tree and the two planes. I stood still fully expecting the two planes to come back into view in just a couple of seconds. I have a clear view of the sky above the trail, to the east, and to the west with the exception of the part of the sky blocked by the tree. After about five seconds, when I don’t see the planes I walk a few steps on the trail toward the northwest so I have a view of the sky behind the tree. The two planes are not there, but now the sound of the engines is to the east of me and fading.
From where I was standing these two planes could not have flown away in any direction without me seeing them. With the exception of the small patch of sky I could not see, I could see the remainder of the sky around the tree for 360 degrees. They would have had to cross my field of view at some point in order to leave the area, regardless of what direction they flew. I had a clear view of the sky directly over the trail. When I heard the engine sounds suddenly resume out of sight to the east of me I knew I’d been had. Either the planes became invisible and silent, disappearing and then reappearing a couple of miles to the east, or I was blinded somehow for the amount of time it took for the planes to fly the mile or so required to traverse the sky from west of the trail to well east of the trail. Since I remember the sound of the engines jumping as well, it could be the planes actually flew overhead but I was not conscious, a time-lapse of sorts. 5000 feet is not all that high. It’s not like these planes were at some high altitude where it is difficult to keep them in view, they were not all that far out of small-arms range. After the planes left I turned around and resumed walking southeast for short time, but the feeling the purpose of the walk was already taken care of overcame me and I headed back to the truck. I did some basic reality checks like pinching myself, that sort of thing. I finished the walk, getting back to my truck about 1:00pm. The flies never did bother me the entire time, not once.
When I got back to the truck I checked my phone and the time was just a bit after 1:00pm. I had walked four miles in two hours, which is two miles per hour. I walked the four miles at my normal pace, only stopping the once when the planes flew overhead. As a cross-check I recently walked the same path at a very leisurely pace and it took less than an hour and a half. I can’t say for sure, but I highly suspect there is missing time in there.
December 2022, between Christmas and New Years
I was at my girlfriend’s house and it was warm enough to go hit the tennis ball around. She lives a quarter mile from the local high school, so we typically will walk over, and have taken the same path for roughly ten years. There is a break in the fence we use and then walk across the grass at an angle to the running track that circles the rear of the school. We follow the running track around to the tennis courts. We have used this same path repeatedly. This day we were walking across the grass and we had to detour a bit because there was a fence in the way. I stopped to look at the fence and she simultaneously said, “That fence wasn’t there before”. I agreed, it had not been there before. I examined the fence closely. It appeared to be the same age as the rest of the fence that circled the athletic fields. It was obvious from looking at the posts in the ground the fence had been in place for years. When I brought this up my girlfriend said, “Well, they were careful to make it match the old fence”. It looked like it might have been intended to channel people into the area, perhaps for taking tickets to games, that sort of thing. A search of older pictures revealed the fence was always there, so I cannot account for the fact the walk from the street to the running track had never previously required us to detour around a fence.
Dream 4/25/23
About a month ago I had this dream. I did not record it because at the time it didn’t seem significant. I was in the room of a building I took to be some sort of museum or office that had something to do with the Dismal Swamp. On one outside wall to my right is a sofa, and above the sofa is a picture. It is a painting of a lake, the view looking out across the lake from the path leading up to it. In the left foreground is a man sitting in a john boat. The man is leaning a bit over the front part of the boat like he’s either fishing or trying to get a view of something. The picture is very dark, what some would consider foreboding. In the dream I can see this picture clearly, just as clearly as waking. I study it closely for some time and decide it doesn’t really look like Lake Drummond all that much, that if they were trying to picture life on the lake they should have included some cypress knees. I go into the next room and look at some other paintings. There are large windows on the two outside walls and a door, which I take to be the door you go through to commence your hike, since I can see a path through the woods through the windows. I go through the door and commence down the path and at that point the dream turns into a regular dream.
Two evenings ago my girlfriend and I were watching a 1956 movie “The Bad Seed”. Near the end of the movie there is a scene in a hospital waiting room. The father, Colonel Kenneth Penmark, is talking to Richard Bravo, his father-in-law. On the wall is the painting I saw in my dream. Not a close facsimile, but THE painting. Unmistakably. Not sure there is any intrinsic meaning to this, but it led to an insight for me. This is further confirmation to me that our awareness need not remain within the confines of physical reality. There is no natural law holding us here. If we are not held here by the unseen hand, the one that limits our attention in our dreams, the one that limits the detail, we are free to experience whatever and wherever our muse takes us. The unseen hand HAS to act to keep us here. Without it we’re off exploring and creating worlds of our own. Within our dense physicality we have to get some portion of our energy from the physical. This creates much of the problems. In the other densities we don’t need to gain energy from eating, which lessens the opportunities for others to take advantage of us.
5/8/23
I was at my girlfriend’s house, and was just waking up, meaning I was in the hypnagocic state. I pictured in my mind a forest scene. I’m on the ground looking up through the trees at the sky. The limbs and leaves are breaking up the light and giving it a sparkling effect. For just a second I am transported into the scene, meaning I see it with complete clarity. I realize I’m actually laying in bed, at which point my awareness splits. I see the room clearly, meaning I can see the upright dresser in the corner and the desk clearly. In my field of vision to the upper right is the forest scene. It is well lit and I can see it clearly as well. By switching my intention I can go back and forth between the two scenes, viewing whichever one I focus on, but they’re both in view and available simultaneously. The instant I intellectualize this I wake up just a bit, at which point the forest scene fades away. Once the forest scene faded I could no longer see anything in the room, as the room was pitch-black.
1/4/24
I laid down on the couch this morning and meditated a bit. I mentally reached out to the entities I met during the dream state and said, “I haven’t seen you guys in while. Where the heck are you? I’d like another visit”. I was in my driveway later in the day practicing my tennis swings. I was practicing the serve motion and as my head was pointing to the north I clearly saw a silver metallic craft to the north at about 4000 feet. When I turned to look at it directly it was there, heading west, and then it winked out. It was there just long enough for me to see it plainly and then it was gone. I’m not sure if this was for my benefit or not.
So there you have it, a collection of some of my dreams and personal experiences that I consider notable enough and germane enough to include as a basis for a dissertation on what I think is going on. Each of us is a unique point of awareness and has our own collection of assumptions and experiences. These assumptions and experiences provide the tools to process current experiences. This is good on the one side and bad on the other, as the tools also color each new experience as the person grapples with what actually transpired. It is not a coincidence that as we become more technically adept experiences out of the ordinary are couched in more and more technical terms. What are now grey aliens were very likely in the past gnomes and fairies. Just as in the example I gave of music composed just above human hearing, people with increased awareness will start to become aware of more but not yet have the context to put it into a form that makes sense. Not all encounters with other awarenesses occur within the realm of the strictly physical, 3rd density. The rational reasoning mind of the modern human is a jealous tyrant who does not relinquish control willfully, so one must be willing to be considered insane in order to explore their left side.
Finally, keep your options open. When you have experiences that cannot be crammed into the “normal” box, don’t try too quickly to make sense of them, but only try to remember them clearly. Often one experience will segue into another and neither alone makes sense but taken together they provide a more clear picture. Do not fall into the trap of considering only physical experience as valid. All experience simply is, and all are equally valid. Beware of people interpreting non-ordinary reality for their own benefit. The military industrial complex and their government partners would absolutely love another enemy to arm up for. They’d fall all over themselves for years trying to “catch up” to the “alien threat”. Organized religion will have tremendous fun interpreting things to fit into their dogma, or vilifying anything that can’t be crammed into their collection of what is “acceptable”. Listen to others, but believe only your own experience. Are there entities out there who do not have your best interests in mind? I have met my fair share of them in 3rd density, but never in other awarenesses. Do they exist? I am fairly confident they do, I can’t imagine everything in every other realm is all peace, love, and happiness, so exploring requires self-awareness and discernment.
In summary, we would be better served rather than discussing UAPs UFOs, and encounters with other beings in terms of our relatively new technical viewpoint and instead classifying everything as either 3rd density or “everything else”. Trying to put these experiences into context is like the native American on the shore who sees a tall sailing ship go by in the distance, and never having seen one before, tries to describe what he saw to the rest of the tribe, none of whom had ever seen one either. Have fun and keep your eyes open :).