The Extra-Terrestrial Reality

Spheres within spheres within spheres….

Dreams within dreams within dreams—where does one end and another begin?

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As a child and young adult I always remembered my dreams.. I remembered them, likely because waking up from them was such a process. They did not fade easily and my tendency for a period of time each morning was to walk in two worlds— it generally taking 20 minutes or so, once getting up for the day for the ‘additional’ environment to fade. This of course would leave me with a surprisingly clear awareness of the additional environment. What is curious, is that throughout the entire length of my childhood it was the same. It was the same dream, playing out every night from different sets of points. —Was my dreaming taking me into another lifetime?

In this other world I kept to the woods, living in and amongst the trees.. There were three distinct heights of beings (sound familiar?), the first who were very tall, and two shorter varieties. As a child I never saw the tall ones, we were always on the run from them -myself, of the mid height group and the little ones. Our world was a warring world. The tall ones held power. I don’t know why or how this came to be but it had been this way for a very long time. A small number of us kept hidden away – always on the move – always being hunted. This being the exception, my existence here was quite pleasant. Within it I feel very much as I do here in the Earth-life.

Recurring Dream Change

As I am entering my 20’s a new dream begins rising up which is utterly terrifying.

In it I am being chased.. I am trying to run but my legs are beginning to feel very heavy, harder and harder to pick up and move one in front of the other; my feet feel as if they are being magnetically sealed to the floor. In these experiences I always create a body of water—a river, pool, even something as small as a puddle in the middle of the street. I dive in and swim down deep, at a certain depth turning myself upward to see the watery outlines of figures shooting down at me. I watch as the bullets penetrate the water, their velocity [sometimes] slowing the nearer they get to me. I dodge them a time or two successfully and inevitably get hit.

A sickening feeling begins swirling through my center as I feel myself being suctioned, or funneled somewhere. Inside myself I am screaming. Through the years [I am now approaching my 50th] I learned to project my scream through to my physical body and wake myself up. It works only sometimes. Even when it does, once I close my eyes and go in again I am generally right back where I was. This experience arises periodically at times, and a lot at other times. Currently it is surfacing again a lot. I have been calling it to me on purpose so I can look around in there. See beyond what I have been able. Currently I’ve not gotten very far.

Activated to Awaken

In the summer of 2009 something new begins occurring.. I am waking in the night to the sensation of electrical currents running through my physical body. I am barely able to hold this awareness —it takes happening a few times in the course of a week before I remember it having happened upon waking one morning. Within the conscious recollection, which is acting much like an open doorway experiences entirely new to me begin rushing in. Every night, an hour or so before bedtime an energy arrives, creating all manner of new sensations through my body. I am sometimes feeling to be slightly up off the ground, sometimes as though in 2 or more places in my room. A sound emanates from the center of my head; there are tones, and periodic series of tones.

When I lay down the energy begins working through my body, I am held awake for this (not let to sleep).. Some of what I feel is not pleasant so I get up and move through various yoga poses to help the energy flow more smoothly. Then gaze out my window and wonder. Often for hours before I can close my eyes and sink in —sometimes clearly being communicated with in the process and once at a certain depth in there brought into full conscious awareness again. At this depth I still feel to be in my physical room, and even though alone here feel hands on me. Feel parts of my body, often my crown and feet being touched, lifted and stretched. Then—something altogether familiar: I feel myself quite literally being sucked from my body.

I can hear myself in my mind saying “Oh god oh god it’s happening again”… Through the feeling of sheer terror I tell myself to stay awake. I am rising up through the air (as though a tractor beam has caught onto me), belly down toward a corner of the ceiling of my room. For a moment I realize I am just out of my body, but, also, I feel them – I am not alone. My heart is racing wildly. Nearing panic I feel a warm release through my whole body and phase out of consciousness. In what seems to me the very next moment I phase right back in. I am no longer in my room. I am on a table laying face up. There are others around me. I can hear myself in my mind again “Oh god, it’s really happening, I’m really here, I’m conscious this time, I’m still conscious”.

I am telling myself to not open my eyes -yet at the same time trying to receive visual impressions from my surroundings. It is not working, though, panic is flooding through me. I hear and see an intense, bright white light moving from above the crown of my head slowly down through my feet. It is like I am being scanned. Through the panic I purposely say the word “healing” and phase directly back into my room. I am on the floor curled up on my side. My eyes are closed. I can’t tell if I am still out of body. I feel wide awake and in my room but I can still hear all the sounds from where I just was. I can still feel the energy. I can still feel them.

Slowly opening my eyes I feel safe yet both calm and afraid. Closing them again the space is still warbling. In my mind I know there is more coming. The vibrations roll over me.

I phase back out of consciousness.

Etheric Body Examinations: Being on the Table

A recurring experience common to my OBEs is one of ‘being on the table’.. Scientists, doctors and helper-types are present; they are examining me. Although all this data is present and available, primary in this experience are the fully tangible, very physically felt examination sensations; which regularly are into the female reproductive organs, nose and back of the brain. Through the years in which I have been consciously shifting into the dimensions, roughly once a month or so I will find myself, during a night full of shifts alert within the event of one of these exams. Uncountable times I have woken to the sensation of vigorously attempting to pull something from my nose. ——A surprisingly low number of OBErs report this type of experience.

Reports are so low that I have spoken with only one other experiencer of this— Tom Campbell. A thoroughly well traveled and accomplished OBEr. A highly respected, to the point of almost ‘revered’ elder in the consciousness exploration community. Who, as an aside, also acknowledges experiencing an awakened Kundalini. Tom’s model of reality and metaphors are science oriented. He relates to his own experience(s) as having been a test, which upon “passing” stopped. There is clear and present fear within my own experiences, so I do also accept this being a fear test. The question—is if it is only a test. A simulated test with no level of reality to it whatsoever. When I screw up my courage will the exam environment just fade away?

Or….will a whole new dimension of my being open up to me. In all honesty this is what I myself am screwing my courage up for. Perhaps, in a sense these are even one and the same thing. Yet to make a distinction, Tom feels the event of running into other-dimensional free-will experiencers is rare. I, too, have the feeling that it is rare—yet at the same time feel this is exactly what I am experiencing: dimensions beyond the Earth-human dimension. Specifically, the extra-terrestrial dimensions and occupants of these levels of reality who are in direct relationship with me here in this one. This is the feeling that comes through to me. I suspect being on the table is also one of multiple ways I interpret the Kundalini working through my physical system.

The Extra-Terrestrial Reality

Connecting with ETs [extra-dimensionals] and extra-dimensional craft is common within the event of my out-of-body experiences. A very high percentage of them include various types, and levels of experience on this theme. Central to the experience is a direct connection with Non-Physical Matter Reality; non-manifest, non-visual reality. Direct communication with and from this is what seems to open me into multiple layers/dimensions of manifest, visual reality.

In these my Earth-life person is integrating—merging and blending—connecting and coming into contact with occupants of these levels of reality. I have, in this form boarded multiple craft and met with many different types of beings. At this level ( in this form ) I am acclimating to my experience with them. Alterations to the body system result naturally from the contact and gradually allow a more conscious connection —the Earth-life form is respected, it’s state of health often looked into.

Some of the beings I have met with leave more of an impression than some others. The first of these, in the order in which they came through is of a humanoid race, uniformed and manning a small, single person craft near our 3D Earth-life boundary. A defining characteristic of this one is a large bony prominence at the fore and upper head. This one is very clearly another of me, another of my soul family. I see myself when I see him.

Another is a golden hued being, extremely tall and intimidating to me. He is very gentle, he allows me to acclimate to him gradually, skillfully, in a compassionate and caring manner. In his presence I can barely lift my head. In our last meeting I was able to let him come closer to me and feel out into his presence —still cowering in it, however, but progress is being made. I am not the only of our society acclimating to his level of presence. There are others here with me in this experience.

The beings most imbued in my awareness are blue-lavender-y hued.. They are themselves more light blue, it is their environment which is lavender, but this gives them the appearance of also talking on a bit of this color. There is one of this race who sometimes calls out to me with a sound, a musical sound ( an instrument and song ). It’s song is intoxicating and translates in my mind as “be with me, be with me…”. This one is male but I have never seen him directly.

What I am often getting to see is a bit of his environment [world], scout craft and the female scouts who must return me —who are generally somewhat displeased at this caller, saying, firmly, things like ‘you are always bringing them here’ and ‘she cannot stay’. These beings are very beautiful, long, lean bodies, lovely strides, large round, bulbous heads. My current feeling is that they are Sirian.

Starseeds

Through my experiences a vision is beginning to unfold.. Sirian/Orion origins are coming into clearer view which suggest in me a concept some in our society call “Starseeded”. —Yes, spheres within spheres within spheres—dreams within dreams within dreams. There is one level of the dream — the visual level of reality — in which extra-dimensional members of neighboring star systems have sent representatives of their societies to the Earth-life. To help raise it up in order to meet it’s ultimate potential. I am one such representative.

I am Starseeded.

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Video logs: (please enjoy)

Extra-Terrestrial Contact: (playlist)
Body Phenomena, Contact, Upgrades/Alterations

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copied from original blog, dated December 30, 2014

 

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