This shift begins while I am in a vehicle.. it is night, I am in the city, a childhood friend, Lana, is in the car with me and doing the driving. An acceleration is in play, a shift in the brainwave cycles, visually the city scene and lights are beginning to warp by. It seems we could crash at any moment. But, realizing what is happening, from somewhere behind this scene I move through this brief fear and stay conscious enough to detect a strangeness in the vehicle, a connection through my back body, an apology from Lana – as I shift through and land in another area.
I am sitting toward the back of a room on a walnut colored wooden pew. There are many rows of pews ahead of me and people fill them all. My eye is groggily opening, coming into focus on the being at the front of the room speaking to everyone but I am in a space behind this space in which this room is. An additional frequency is coming through to me.
Note: The vast majority of my contact experiences are through the out of body state. The type of experience I am about to relay is very common to my et contacts. – being “on the table” in general is very common. I do not bring back with me everything that occurs specifically while on board craft but what I do bring back, regularly involves the awareness of surgical devices used to hold my nares flared wide open, and sometimes, as in this experience the extraction of one thing or another. Often I myself am attempting to pull the device itself from out of my nose. Sometimes it is what seems a rubbery substance that just never seems to end. I can pull and pull and never manage to get what this is out in whole. In the following experience it something altogether new.
Experiences of this type can bring trauma to the experiencer,
Going to bed tonight I fully know I am going to have a contact – that I am going to be brought up on board. I can tell by the level of extreme comfort laying here on my back. I go immediately to it. Internally I am already “assuming the position”. I know what it means and I tell myself to roll over onto my side. It is not long, though, before my body, all but by itself returns to the original position. I am feeling drowsy and I am falling off but I can feel the tractor beam lock on.
In some situations I might suggest to forget altogether about fiction, some things are simply far stranger than fiction. – not in the sense that they are not understandable to our physical faculties, but in the sense that they are so outside the range of what is usual that when they do pop up in our direct physical experience, it is as bizarre as bizarre can be.
Some months back, perhaps mid-summer ( 2021 ) a sequence of highly mysterious events began to unfold. – all of these events are connected and each involves sound and resonance. Frequencies of vibration. I began to notice, for instance, some unusual, and what has since become regular air traffic over the house. Along with the usual flights which are up at an elevation that is barely audible there are now low flying craft, which due to the loud and near constant sound is intrusive. These craft include a khaki colored double propeller plane, jet fighters flying in formation and helicopters. As I am typing, all of what I am mentioning and more is overhead.
Looking back into the ancient scriptures we can see there tend to be three fundamental schools of thought. The first we are quite familiar with, dualism, which at its premise sees physicality as the source reality. There is no liberation in dualism ( Dvaita ) which boldly states “physical reality is all there is”. Next we have the view of qualified non-dualism, which consents to a reality beyond physical reality, and therefore to liberation but only at the moment of death. Which brings us to Sankaracharya and absolute non-dualism, which sees the One and the all as identical and says, therefore, liberation is achievable at any moment – within the lifetime.
Well prior to reaching the point in this lifetime of shifting into what we colloquially call the out of body experience, I had intersected with the schools of thought and aligned through and through with Sankaracharya and absolute non-dualism. <— this was the priori. I chose my position. What came to me, I feel is a result of this. I chose, then heaven and earth aligned within me to bring me to the experience of what I chose. All of this is important to cognize, to not only see, for myself, but to say to anyone who may be reading… listening and taking any of this in.
Step one is to choose.
Every step here forward is only ever into what it is you have chosen – how it is you have come to align yourself. This goes for each and every one of us. Regardless of the choice made, – each and every one of which, it is equally as important to say, is in every way valid.
Whether you are chosing liberation to come at the moment of what we call ‘death’, or liberation within the lifetime, you are likely able to reach in and feel how critical it is to prepare for such a moment. – for a successful launch out into the gradient of your aim. .
Some things, even though seemingly somewhat simple are just incredulous. What they turn out to be is exponentially more surprising than what you might first think. A few weeks ago I was given a “homework assignment” by my higher ups. I was given the assignment due to an experience that is in the process of heating up in my physical life-space.
This experience involves the use of frequencies in my livable area which began to be used to establish a mean of connection through which to pass a more ‘physical’ kind of communication to me. Something was happening — it may be that others were also using the frequencies — and apparently the beings wanted me to be alert to this.
In order to assist my understanding, it was suggested that I go back into my video archives and string together clippings from a selection of the logs, 2009-2021 in order to help tell a story. In order to help me see something more clearly than I currently was.
Well I took on the task, enormous though it be in its stature, there are more than 300 videos in the archive – knowing surely I would see something anew indeed, but it turned out to be something far more than mere understanding that has taken place.
Biologically, physiologically this process has been more akin to the striking of a tuning fork inside myself and undergoing an entire restructuring. I would almost liken this to an entire timeline dissolving and a new one coming up in its place.
The Lions are laying under blue tarps – note: when I am accessing something buried, from my extended past it is often buried under blue tarps. The Lions are laying here under the tarps as though sleeping. I am sneaking myself through the center of the dome, first over the one, then over the other. I sneak over the one without incident. As I am sneaking over the second, a long, thin tongue begins protruding out from its mouth. Like a snake, although not exactly, and as though sensing around for what is in its environment. It wakes to me just as I am making my way over its hind quarters and through the dome door. I climb the exterior of the dome to evade it. He roams the inside, and even climbs at the underside of the dome to prowl me.
From the back of my truck. ( I lay down and shift in—
New Shift. Repeatedly. Or (an additional perception).. One long shift inside of which I am periodically landing in data fields. I am being held by two helpers, intent-fully close to the physical. Each is on one side and has me up off the ground with a hold of a wrist and an ankle. I am first bent (legs going up toward my head), then stretched, twisted, turned, and tossed into the air. *This activity is to increase flexibility and decrease fear. Heighten sensitivity to the physical system and it’s independent systems. Sex center system sensation is notably high. To focus my attention away from fear I ask— ‘how can I help people’..? ‘I like to help people’.
Large structure. It is a home which accommodates a great many individuals. Some of whom reside here and some of whom are being hosted for a time. I am walking through the structure checking in on the areas and everyone. I am one of those who is just passing through, being hosted for a time, I am here with Charlie, it is not my role or job to be doing this, I just am. It is natural for me. I am entering an area where there are many of those who are here for a time. I am asking if they have everything they need. If there is any single thing missing I will go get it for them ( I am up ). It is in the little details like this that makes a place special.
There is a woman here in a chair who is sleeping, who has some horrible and loud kind of sleep apnea. I retrieve a pillow for her head. When I bring it she wakes and I ask her if she would like the pillow. She asks “what for?“ I say if I put it here for her she may see that it is nicer for her, more comfortable, less hard. She allows me to do so and I continue on. I come to a dining area where there is a large wooden table, welcoming and family-like. William Buhlman is here. He motions me over and asks if I have read the books by….did he say Monroe? I lean in, emitting that I am beyond reading now and confirming “I am one of us”. Meaning those who have gotten out.
Large white marshmallow shaped things coming out of small slits in the back of my legs. I somehow know these are eggs. Someone asks me from within if I want to move forward with full awareness of what this is. I come out from the experience, considerate it for a moment and decide yes. Full awareness from this point forward.
I go back in.—
I am now seeing someone, I am taken to see someone, a female gynecologist-like a person, she is familiar with what this is, she is going to help me understand, give me more information, help me remove more of the marshmallows ( /eggs/fetuses ). Two of them >>little creatures now<< have hatched inside me already, before having been removed. We are bringing these out now. One of them is scared and moving around inside my legs trying to hide. The sensation of this is startling but I am holding it together. Being more curious and inquisitive than afraid. I will be honest, though, I am near exceeding my edge.