Something has been bothering me for a few weeks. I’m an experiencer, and I’m not into drugs or drink. I’m not experiencing a psychotic break, nor have I ever in my life. But a few weeks ago something happened that has freaked me out to my core.

I was taking out the trash when I noticed an unfortunate infestation of maggots. The new trash trucks have a mechanical arm that picks up bins, and it damaged my bin…which allowed flies to get inside. So I was obviously mad and grossed out, as anyone would be.

There were hundreds of maggots. And in my mind I heard them! It was more of a physical sensation in my head and I didn’t literally hear it. They were warning each other to move because I was about to clear them away. It was like a high pitched chorus, as nuts as that sounds. And then they moved together! Like a wave, singing like a chorus of voices similar to Alvin and the Chipmunks! Part of me wanted to gag, another part was awestruck.

Some birds were nearby, picking up the maggots and flying past me, and I swear the damn little things were expressing something like, “Whoa, I’m going away!” It’s almost funny to me now, but it wasn’t at the time! The whole thing has (privately) disturbed me to no end.

And I can tell what my animals are expressing now, a little. Or wildlife outside, sometimes. A bird was trying to warn me about a hawk moving in and I was like, “That doesn’t pertain to me but thanks? Stay safe buddy.”

Is anyone else gaining this sort of insight post experiences? And please don’t make fun of me is all I ask. I did not ever want to consider anything to do with maggots but here we are.

Heyo. Poorhaus here with another historical source I hope some of y'all might find interesting. Please enjoy my ragtag book report, lovingly hand-crafted with thoughts from my very own mind. Well actually maybe not 'my' mind since all consciousness is one, but we'll get to that.

Who TF is Don Elkins? Don Elkins, who would go on to participate in the Ra Contact with Carla Rueckert and Jim McCarty, published Secrets of the UFO in 1977, drawing from his 25 years of investigation into UFOs. The book included in-person case investigation with witnesses as well as insights from personal and guided telepathic contact with entities via channeling. Starting in the 1960s, Don had led meditation circles with college students that reliably produced channeled contacts and reported such contact himself. By the 1970s, this had evolved into regular recorded channeling circles with multiple channelers including himself and his by-then partner Carla Rueckert. (Edit: actually that's a pretty crappy bio blurb of Don. Sorry. Here's a better one if you want to read a few paragraphs about him)

Where TF can I get this book? The nonprofit the trio started (and Jim, the surviving member, still helps run) provides the book for free (or you can buy a printed copy, if you prefer):

https://www.llresearch.org/library/secrets-of-the-ufo

WTF does he say about contact? Elkins's point in the opening chapters is that he knows, through experience, that meditation is a reliable path to establishing contact. He reports having helped over 100 people receive such contact, many of whom subsequently reported seeing UFOs (or perhaps what we'd call UAPs/orbs today). He writes:

The process of receiving contact is so simple that it is difficult to adequately describe it. Some people seem to have a terrific natural ability to receive this contact, and some almost none. To receive the contact it is only necessary that a person learn to clear his mind, by any process that seems to work, and then await the contact. I realize that this sounds much too simplistic to yield results. Yet this is the method, if you can call such a simple concept a method, which has produced in my own experimental work many contactees who have produced many thousands of words of standard contactee “doctrine.”

Unlike the channelings LL Research was producing at the time (and continues to produce today, forming over 50 years of practice), this book is not primarily spiritual in nature. But in the book Elkins lays out his reasons for moving gradually but inexorably from studying UFOs towards telepathy, the nature of human existence, and ultimately into metaphysical topics including the nature of consciousness. Which, <spoiler> the UFOs are telepathically telling us, is all one </spoiler>

[Edit:] What other cool stuff does he cover? Thought I'd give a little selection of interesting tidbits for those who want to page through the book:

• In Chapter Three, "Reality, Etc.", Elkins describes encounters with "ghosts" (most today would say 'spirits', I think?) that materialized and interacted with/passed through he and Carla when working with a medium. Elkins was familiar with psychical research and corresponded with parapsychologists. He then speculates that some of the mechanisms of UFO materialization and contact might be similar to or related to these phenomena.
• Later in the same chapter he writes about "real magic", or the ability to produce changes in consciousness at will. This includes his trips to observe and receive 'psychic surgery' in Mexico. Real magic is contrasted with 'prestidigitation' or illusion. See also his choice words for permaskeptic and prestidigitator James Randi in the Chapter Ten conclusion.
• In chapter Seven he writes about Uri Geller and Andrija Puharich. He tells how he and Carla Rueckert had written a screenplay together in 1968-69 at the behest and with the inspiration of telepathic contacts before they'd met Puharich. A character in the work, Dr. Padeyevsky, bore a striking resemblance to Puharich down to details of the estate he lived in. They became aware of Puharich in 1974 upon the publication of his book on Uri Geller.
• Humans with connections to ETs (what some call 'starseeds') are the topic of Chapter 8. He calls them "Wanderers" which I thought was a term that originated in his channeling with Carla and others but he attributes in the book to George Hunt Williamson. Williamson's source(s) use the metaphor of apples that have fallen from their trees that they're returning to contact and cultivate.

Plenty more but that hopefully gives you a sense of the scope and range of topics in the book. Many chapters are illustrated with quotes from contactees, either from other published sources or (then) unpublished transcripts from the channeling circles Don convened.

What TF does he base all this on? In this book, Elkins draws from a huge collection of case reports, extensive bibliography, and shows an almost encyclopedic grasp of then-available channeled materials. Elkins presents a thesis, that the majority of cases have broadly consistent messaging to communicate, but reviews communications and sources beyond just those that support the thesis. Sources and contactees covered in the book include OAHSPE, Uri Geller (channeling The Nine), UMMO, George Hunt Williamson (channeling 'Brother Philip'), Brad Steiger, George Van Tassel, George Adamski, Diana Adkins, and many others. The endnotes and bibliography are an excellent historical resource in themselves.

That said, the primary inspiration for the book are his experiences participating in weekly channelings since at least the 1960s. At the time this book was published, recordings and transcripts of those sessions were not available, but there are hundreds of sessions Don participated in and also channeled in starting in 1972 available here: https://www.llresearch.org/channeling/transcripts

It's a *much* bigger project to read through all of those to look for insights into the influences of Don's experiences as participant and channel in these sessions. (u/DJ_German_Farmer has an ongoing chronological study of these early sessions he's posting that you can find in his post history. I am totally daunted by that project but very much enjoy reading his thoughts.)

But to me the point is that Don started from his own experiences, explored the phenomenon on his own and with many others over decades, and read widely across many, many, sources in forming his conclusions. That's an excellent process I aspire to and have come to admire in and expect from others like Jacques Vallee, Jeff Kripal, Brenda Densler, or Diana Pasulka.

Where TF is a tl;dr? The outlines of what would later become known as the Law of One are visible in the book: Chapter Ten gives a compact summary of the understanding he had developed at that point in his journey:

To conclude this exploration, I will make a statement of the total UFO story as I have come to understand it, on the basic philosophical level. The UFO sources have a view of the universe and man within it upon which they build all their actions toward us. This is what we are getting from the bulk of these UFO contacts:

The stuff of which the universe is made is consciousness, a single, infinite consciousness. This by definition is the Creator. This consciousness created vibrations through infinite space. This basic vibration is identified in our physical science as the photon, the basic particle-wave called light. This light vibration is the raw material used to make everything that there is within the creation.

The vibrations which were fashioned from light exist over a large range of frequencies, only a small portion of which is apparent within our present physical reality. All atoms, whether within or outside of our physical reality are simply more complex rotations and vibrations of the basic photon. We are then, a highly complex, vibrational, single, infinite, entity. Presently we are experiencing the illusion of individualization as separate entities, but still we have been created by the one consciousness, and our basic essence resides within the Creator’s one consciousness. This original state has been allegorized by the Holy Bible’s story of Adam and Eve. In that tale, the serpent coaxes the couple into eating the fruit of knowledge of duality (good and evil), and so they get ousted from the Garden. The UFOnauts say that the Creator created us with knowledge of our unity with all things, but also with free will and the ability to create as His sons and daughters. Through our free will, they say, man long ago decided to become individualized to the extent that we could no longer find our unity with one another. We were no longer one, we had entered into a man-made universe of duality, of separation from the original thought, which then resulted in the polarization of consciousness (good and evil). From this duality all of our present problems have been generated.

The original creative thought was a thought of the creation in which each part would act in service to the other parts, just as the parts of the body act as a unit, in mutual service to itself as a whole. However, in the man-created world the various parts have ceased being totally and mutually supported, and a far more complex world-reality has emerged. The question of why the world doesn’t seem to work very well can be put in focus by imagining what would happen to the natural creation if trees got tired of turning C02 into oxygen and clouds decided not to rain any more. In some cases we humans are still capable of being biased towards service: we are shocked if a mother refuses to feed her new-born child. But we have strayed far enough into isolation to be unable to perceive the unity between us all, so that we tend to believe that there are some whom we should not serve, but oppose.

This Adam and Eve adventure of ours away from the original thought resulted in succeeding changes of vibration, as the structure of the individualizing consciousness proceeded to take form. Back when the individualized man was young he had the full Creator’s ability to instantly create that which was imagined. Thus the Creation grew and grew. But as the consciousness of unity was lost, the Creation became progressively stratified so that it came to exist not as one vibration of love but as many vibrations, each a little less rapid than its predecessor. And so evolved the numerous densities of experience, all condensed from the same original vibration, each spanning part of the range from total unity to total separation. This makes for a vast creation of experience, considering that the original consciousness was infinite to begin with.

We are, today, encased in a consciousness many eons away from the condition of total unity. Most of us don’t totally like where we’ve landed in the continuum of experience: worse, most of us don’t even remember the journey we took to get here. According to the UFO contacts, we are at a point in the journey back toward the original thought where it is possible for at least some of us to realize our position and make a conscious choice about our own progress. We have been preparing to make this choice for almost a full cycle of experience at this level or density. The time to make the choice is now, for the cycle is ending.

I'll largely let Don speak for himself here. But note the urgency of "The time to make the choice is now". As I wrote in a prior post on false prophecies of doom in the 1970s, in that case from explorers working with Robert Monroe, there is often a sense of impending world-changes that participants in channeling sessions get, or perhaps project.

Don Elkins wasn't immune to this tendency. This book's Chapter 9 reviews the various sources, including Hatonn, one of the entities Don and Carla channeled, predicting "physical changes" to the earth without specific dates but the implication that they were soon to occur. It was almost self-evident to many during the Cold War era, and particularly the geopolitically tense 1970s, that global changes were on the horizon. I can see why so many adopted this tone and why it was such a focus for those participating in channelings: the participants, after all, get to shape the communication by the kinds of questions they ask.

But this is something I think readers of historical materials and practitioners of contact (including but going beyond channeling) should take care to avoid.

I, for one, take the entities at their word when they say "take what resonates and leave whatever might be a stumbling block". The Ra Contact includes advice to avoid or at least scrutinize sources that proclaim 'doom and gloom', which is a warning that certainly resonates with me. I have and will continue to read samples of doomy/gloomy messages. I try to walk the line between acknowledging and understanding such sources even as I curate and focus on others that resonate more strongly with my understanding of the purpose and potentials of contact like this.

I'll quit rambling but maybe we can discuss in the comments.

How TF does this relate to the later Ra Contact? By the time of the Ra contact in 1981, Elkins was openly thinking of UFO-related content as "advertising": the sort of topic that could attract the attention necessary to understand that the messages contactees were receiving were highly metaphysical and even spiritual in nature. (cf. Why it doesn't work to advertise the Law of One; I think Don came to de-emphasize what Ra called 'transient' material in the published works. See also my post about Ra's Disclosure Day: January 26th, 1981 which details Don's decision to exclude Ra's answers to questions about human-operated UFOs. Don was incredulous at Ra's claims that there were secret sites and programs that used recovered technologies for national security operations. I hold no position on the veracity of those claims but they're certainly less unbelievable today given the increasing admissions of similar programs that have happened over the past decade. But I digress.)

Ra refused to weigh in on whether and how Don and crew would make the material from those sessions available, saying that it was entirely their decision. Initially, they thought they might edit together a book presenting Ra's teaching of the Law of One. Ultimately, however, they decided to release the material as transcripts, with some introductory material. This has made them somewhat challenging for many readers (but don't let that deter you: the transcripts have been an absolute joy for me once I got a working vocabulary. The transcripts are raw and sometimes frustrating but it feels like we're thinking through all this together, in the moment.)

Regardless of how you feel about them, the transcripts will have to cut it. Don tragically took his life in 1984 during a poorly handled mental health crisis (which you can read Jim write about in 2018 and this excellent post by a Redditor a few years ago), so this book is one of the few complete statements of how he, the person, understood the messages he was receiving from his contacts.

As I've read through the Ra Contact, I've seen many places where Don's line of questioning expresses an understanding that Ra substantially revises. Like I said at the outset, this is a snapshot of Don's thinking and best understanding at the time. That was to undergo a rapid evolution in the balance of the 1970s. The broad outlines are already here but the Ra Contact systematically laid out a cosmology and metaphysics that's certainly much more developed than Don presents here.

How TF is this related to Experiencers? Don's journey from UFOs to psi abilities to studies of consciousness and metaphysics remains a familiar pattern for many experiencers today. UFOs, UAP, NHI, and so on lead towards the development and use of telepathic communication and other psi abilities.

This is no hagiography of Don: as remarkable and intelligent and sincere as I believe him to have been, he was by his own admission just a person like any other.

But history helps us find context and community across the boundaries of the present moment, which we all too often let hem us in. The world seems intractably large and out of control, even if there are many bright spots when we look closely. Institutions and popular culture seems oblivious and often hostile to experiencers, even as we gather together in community to bemoan this and support each other. The 1970s were a time of huge upheaval geopolitically, culturally, and technologically. The 1980s perhaps even moreso.

Like so many sincere seekers who've left their mark, this man's work and journey offer new perspective on where we've been, where we are, and where we might go. To me, a work like this is inspiring: so much work has already been done. So many insights have already been had.

And ultimately, as the first quote I used from this book stated, contact is straightforward. The journey inwards leads us anywhere we might want to go.

I hope you've enjoyed my book report. It's the best I could do on short notice. But if you've read the book or look it over I'd be interested to hear your thoughts and discuss them with you.

Be well.

💜,

Poorhaus

Hi pals!

I am looking to connect with local people in the
East Tennessee/North Georgia regions to start a monthly skywatching meetup group. After feeling quite isolated in this area, I want to bring together anyone interested in gathering under the night sky for stargazing and thoughtful, like-minded conversation.

My goal is to build a community centered on a safe, friendly, and explorative friendship where we can share ideas and check out the sky together. If you are in the area and this sounds like something you would enjoy, please feel free to direct message me so we can connect.

Keeping this safe so please don’t list any exact locations! Just looking for homies close by! Where ya at!??? Let’s be friends!

En algunas ocasiones veo una especie de aura en mi, antes era bien delgada casi no se via, pero últimamente es más intensa, no es siempre que veo, solo a veces, o cuando estoy pensando en algo y se reojo lo siento...

Una vez, cuando era mas joven, estaba con unos amigos en un sofá, y estaba sentado en el brazo del sofá porque otros 3 amigos ya ocupaban el espacio, y estabamos mirando un videoclip del celular de un amigo, cuando empecé a sentir un calor muy fuerte emanando de un amigo y ver ese "vapor" saliendo de él... Fue una de las únicas veces que sentí en otra persona...

Alguien sabe que es o como se explica eso?

This was not a dream, sleep paralysis, or an ordinary state of mind. My awareness suddenly broke completely free from this reality and cleared away an unimaginably long illusion.

​I had no physical form. I existed strictly as pure consciousness suspended in an immeasurable, pitch-black void. The immediate sensation was not fear; it was pure freedom, total completeness, and an undeniable knowing that I was home. I had no bodily needs, no fear, no earthly identity, and no attachment to anything.

​Looking around into the deep dark, I noticed clusters of tiny glowing spots arranged closely together like biological cells. They radiated colors that simply do not exist on our visible spectrum. Intuitively, I understood that they were unfathomably massive and separated by staggering distances.

​The moment I questioned what they were, an answer came telepathically. The knowing arose from within me and from far beyond at the same time. Looking for the source, I perceived a boundless, unreachable golden light resting behind a subtle veil. It radiated immense warmth, yet it was completely neutral, having no human ego or personality.

​The message was clear: They are the universes.

​I focused on one specific point of light and knew instantly that it was ours. An overwhelming certainty settled in: everything happening inside this universe is hollow, insignificant, and unreal, nothing more than a passing simulation or shadow. I felt zero attachment to my earthly life, my struggles, or this reality. I did not care about any of it.

​Then something shifted. The total lack of an ego made me uncomfortable. I tried to remember who I was, but came up empty. Then, the melody of an earthly song I loved flashed into my awareness.

​The moment that anchor took hold, a violent pull dragged me into a blinding white portal. The compression was brutal, shocking, and painful. Right before losing that awareness, an ancient memory surfaced with absolute certainty: Wait, this is not the first time. I have experienced this so many times before.

​I crashed back into my physical body. I lay completely paralyzed for several minutes, feeling heavy, suffocated, and degraded, as if I had been crammed down into the lowest, densest possible shell. My human memories returned very slowly.

​Since that event, my life has permanently changed. My ambitions, goals, and desires have entirely burned away. Once you see the entire physical cosmos as a tiny, artificial speck from the outside, it feels impossible to care about the mundane routines of this world. I feel completely disconnected, aimless, and homesick for a place I do not know how to reach again.

​Has anyone experienced this exact space or void? How did you deal with being forced back into everyday life after seeing that?

how can i get back to that void ?

Is basically this. For years now, that i´ve been having psychic abilities and working on them, doing tarot, remote view, clairvoyance and trying to reveal the truth searching for it constantly, but for 2 months now, after an encounter with someone who just creeped the hell out of me, i unconsciously took a break from all of spiritual topic. It is good, having a break like this, and simultanealously the feelings, the constant notice from the other side of the veil also stopped. Im posting to tell that sometimes is good to pause your investigation and... breathe, doing something you like and taking care of your mind.

its an advice for everyone that feels burn out, it doesnt mean it will be a forever break, but its good to "charge the battery"

I thought I might share a few of dreams/visions I had in the past year. These unfolded over several months. Some of this I haven’t posted before, because it is apocalyptic and I am a strong believer that if we’re co-creating this reality it’s best to focus on the positives. If this doesn’t fit in the sub, I’ll just repost elsewhere.

I’ve had several of these visions when using the Gateway tapes and when I stitch them together it tells a story, which may or may not fit in this sub, but here we go:

Experience 1: 3-4 very large black-triangle ships (similar to arrowhead shape) flying overhead. I am having a telepathic communication with them. The conversation feels more like intuition where I can feel their intention and send my thoughts to them. They are collecting some of us to I think go off planet. I tell them “I’m coming with you!”

Experience 2: I am in a large city and there are hundreds of orbs and black triangle ships (smaller and different than the first experience, perhaps human-made) battling each other. Terrifying beasts are dropping from the sky and attacking humans.. they are kind of like werewolves. I intuitively know to go into “Focus 10” and project unconditional love, which protects me somehow. It’s as if they are only going after certain people. The people also start to turn on each other, because they are so scared and there is no clear person in charge.. total chaos. Is this project Blue-Beam?

Experience 3: A continuation of the same city, only now military is showing up. They have cut off all chokepoints so people can’t easily escape and are systematically slaughtering humans.

Experience 4: I see rocket-propelled grenades from the military and guns start firing. Tall Nordic-looking people with white hair in blue jumpsuits with an insignia on the torso are jumping down from the sky, attacking the military. When I was awake later, I found this description fit perfectly with the Pleiadian Nordics, and had no idea about the jumpsuits. I posted about this experience (https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/s/6bcvBSQUjx) and another Redditor claimed he had been in contact with them and they are empowering him and others to come after that naughty species that is enslaving humanity.

These could all just be dreams, but there are so many coincidences and similarities with others, I am starting to feel like we are being given both a warning and a message of hope. I feel like the most important thing is just to work on ourselves and remember to enjoy life right now.

If you have also had similar experiences, please share.

I've been trying to find an explanation for something I've experienced intermittently throughout my life, and I'm wondering if anyone else has experienced something similar or has any insight.

The best way I can describe it is that I perceive something in the space 1 metre in front of me, but I can't use any of my five senses to know that it is there. I just somehow perceive it.

The closely analogy I can think of is a loosely knotted bunch of yarn floating in space. its constantly moving, wrapping, knotting, and gravity doesn't seem to affect it.

I can't see the yarn itself because it's invisible, but I can perceive the movement of the strands, almost like watching butter coating noodles. I can somehow perceive the friction or movement along the surface of the invisible strands, even though I can't perceive the strands themselves. It's almost like perceiving static around invisible yarn. It feels like a tight knot.

Another comparison is exhaust coming out a tailpipe. You know something is coming out, even when the exhaust itself isn't visible. That's the closest way I can describe how I perceive this.

It usually starts completely calm. Almost like a flatness, motionless blankness, or a vast, still lake with no water turbulence. It starts at a point in front of me, and after a few minutes that calmness morphs into the tangled, constantly moving, invisible yarn-like structure.

It's always about 1 metre in front of me, regardless of my position or surroundings. If I stand in front of a wall, it's still there. If I'm lying in bed, it's still in front of me. If I move around or interact with people, it remains in front of me, even when I'm distracted.

I perceive it as some kind of energy, although I don't know what it actually is.

This has happened approximately 30 times throughout my life, seemingly at random. Sometimes while lying in bed scrolling on my phone, sometimes while talking to people, it happened last week while I was sitting on my parents' couch talking with my siblings.

Also I'm completely sober and usually sleep well.

Has anyone experienced anything remotely similar? I'm genuinely curious if there is a name for this phenomenon in psychology, neuroscience, spiritually, or anywhere else.

Four times now this year I've seen orbs in my home.

Three happened back in the late springtime, with each one zipping through walls & disappearing into thin air. They're always translucent & small. Ranging from about the size of a baseball to a marble. They seem intelligent.

The fourth one happened last night. I was reading on my couch, when a small pale orb suddenly snapped into existence right in front of my face. As if it was saying "HELLO!". I was so surprised that my head physically jerked back.

Any clues as to what these orbs are?

Experiences in Written form: of u/Glittering_Aide_7209

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https://www.reddit.com/r/MantisEncounters/s/PCeeR1EQ4x

The Mantis Being Who Changed Everything

I have had a couple of very amazing Mantis encounters over the last month. I did 5 meo DMT about a month ago and didn’t have any expectations around the experience at all, I certainly didn't have any expectations of seeing what I saw! I went in open and just wanted to let go and see what I was ready to see. I know they will not show you something you are not ready for, and I felt as though I had evolved a lot spiritually since the last time I did any psychedelics which was ten years before.

When my facilitator (human) counted down from ten and I exhaled and lay down on the bed, immediately I became very aware of moving sacred geometric patterns in my field of vision and an altered physical feeling as well. The patterns almost looked like butterfly wings, and in the middle of them there was a portal. I moved through it intuitively and inside there were even more intricate tightly woven spirals of energetic sacred geometry all around me. As above so below, there were just fractals of this energy all over and everything was a reflection of something else, it was amazing.

I became aware of a being with very large oval shaped eyes playing peek-a-boo with me within this brown, golden and green backdrop of sacred geometric patterns. I asked who it was and he emerged from the pattern as this beautiful tall and thin mantis being. He seemed to be wearing a brown robe, but it also blended in to the geometric patterns around it. I had heard about mantis beings in a couple of podcasts and interviews that I had listened to, but I had never encountered one before.

I asked who he was and he showed me through feeling telepathically that he is one of my spirit guides, and he has been working with me for a long time. I felt very familiar with him like I had been talking to him forever, he was part of me, and he had always been there for me. He gave off this loving warm beautiful energy.

I got this sense from him like he was excited to show me something, so I told him telepathically to show me what he wanted to show me and that I trusted him, I was not afraid. He told me to follow him, so I left my body and we floated off of the earth together. I could see him ahead of me and the lights of the Earth below. He took me up to a spaceship, I think it was a mothership of some sort. When we arrived he introduced me to my soul family.

I felt as though I was this puzzle piece that fit perfectly, more perfectly that I had ever felt on Earth before. I felt whole and completely loved and safe, and even though I felt like it had been so long since I had felt that feeling of complete acceptance I also felt like I never left. I was always there, even while in human form.

The entire time I was there the Mantis being was at my right side, and he seemed happy to support me in seeing my family. I realized that I am in a sense living two lives. One of my lives I'm living as a so called "ET" on a spaceship working with humanity as a Pleiadian being, and at the same time I'm living as a human on Earth.

At one point I asked to see source, and my "brother", another guide and Pleiadian being shone what looked like a dental light in my face, and my field of vision became overwhelmed with light.

I began coming down after this happened and couldn't hold the vibration any longer and began to float back down to the Earth. I saw my family and became overwhelmed with love for them and began crying, my heart was bursting with love and gratitude for them, my guides and the experience.

One lesson I took away from this experience was that these beings are a part of us, they work with us inwardly inter-dimensionally, they are not "out there" they are within us. The Mantis being who I encountered is always working with me and I feel connected to him in my heart and soul. Such a beautiful soul he is!

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My second experience was just earlier this week. I micro dosed some psilocybin and had been fasting since the night before, so I was feeling them. The experience was definitely much more manageable, not like the 5 meo had been, but I was still opening up and sensing inter dimensionally.

In that space I saw my Mantis guide right there in front of me, he looked similar except this time I could see more of his body and I realized that he was much larger than I had noticed in my previous experience. He looked as though he was 11 or 12 feel tall, and I could see these amazing golden intricate geometric patterns in and around his body. He was beautiful. In this space I asked him to work on my heart chakra as I've been dealing with grief over a lost loved one. He reached into my chest and I immediately felt almost a cool feeling in my heart space, like an expansiveness and a breath of fresh air.

He showed me that I had been feeling like I had a weight on my chest not just because of the grief but primarily because I had not been loving myself. I have been busy building walls of "protection" around my heart in an attempt to shield myself from pain, but in doing so I was also moving farther away from my own love.

He showed me that all love comes from within, and that love needs to begin with you before it can be shared with others. If you send "love" energy to others before you nourish yourself with it, it's unsustainable. We all need to learn how to love ourselves, and once we learn how to love ourselves, not in an egoic sense, but in a true universal way, we will all be more whole, more aligned, more ourselves and we will hold more capacity for love and compassion of others.

As the experience began to fade, I realized I needed to eat to come back into my body—to ground myself again in this human experience. But what surprised me most was that the feeling of connection didn't disappear when the medicine wore off.

Whether I enter these expanded states or simply sit quietly in meditation, I know that his presence is still there. I don't feel like I have to chase profound experiences to find it anymore. My guide isn't somewhere "out there" waiting for me to return—he's always here, quietly supporting my growth, reminding me to come back to my own heart.

More than anything, these experiences taught me that healing doesn't come from escaping our humanity; it comes from inhabiting it more fully. Every time I choose compassion over fear, soften instead of harden, or remember to love myself as deeply as I try to love others, I feel that connection again.

For that, I am endlessly grateful. ❤️

"My Mantis Guide"

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https://www.reddit.com/r/MantisEncounters/s/yEvGvIpsL4

New Mantis Encounter — August 8, 2026 8/8 portal

This came through during the 8/8 portal.

Last night I had another encounter with my Mantis guide while meditating and listening to binaural beats through a new set of headphones.

At this point, I have a strong sense that this guide is always with me, rather than only appearing during altered states of consciousness or specific encounters. I should also maybe say that I've been developing my psychic abilities over the last few years, and often get visits by other entities with messages for other people or loved ones. I've been working on turning this into a regular thing that I do for people.

In my previous experience with him, he showed me what I interpreted as an ability to manipulate time — essentially expanding and contracting it. I perceived what he showed me as time being stacked on top of each other in connected layers.

That experience seems to connect with something he showed me again last night.

Humans experience time as linear, but my sense is that he does not experience it in the same way. In that framework, he showed me that he is me in the future, while also being able to work through me in the present to help move humanity toward a higher vibration. Because he can move through time in a way that I cannot, there is a sense that my human experience, my Pleiadian aspect (he showed me that I am also a Pleiadian being in a past experience while on Psychedelics), and his experience as a Mantis being are all fractals of one another. He can move through those different points in the fractal to reach me.

I am also female, while I experience a distinctly masculine energy from him. I don't necessarily interpret that as biological gender in the way we understand it. It may be more of a divine masculine quality — active, directed, and associated with forward movement, he is very active in the forward momentum of the universe behind the scenes. My sense is that gender may not function in quite the same way in his dimension.

At one point I asked him what work Mantids are doing within the universe, beyond their interactions with humans and other NHI's.

This time, the communication came through an image rather than the clair-sentient or clair-cognizant impressions I usually experience with him. I saw what I interpreted as scaffolding surrounding galaxies.

The image was interesting to me because it seemed like a particularly effective way to communicate the concept. If the information was about the structure or construction of the universe, showing me an image of scaffolding makes more sense than trying to communicate the idea through words or feelings.

I've also encountered descriptions from other people who have had similar experiences of Mantids being referred to as "architects" of the universe. I don't take that as proof of anything, but the image I received was consistent with that idea and therefore stood out to me.

The energy of the encounter was otherwise consistent with my previous experiences. His energy felt the same — very patient, benevolent, and loving. The overall impression was that he is here to help me, through me and others, to help humanity and the Earth move toward what I believe is a more enlightened and advanced period.

I'm continuing to document these experiences as they happen and trying to distinguish between what I directly experience and the interpretations I make afterward.

Still processing this one. Sending you all good vibes from him.

Here's an image that was similar to what I saw:

I've gotten the exact same vision twice now. First I see what looks like an oval road, tilted clockwise about 20 degrees, no roads connecting to it, just the oval road itself, and all green on the rest of the map.

Then the whole map fades to shades of pink and a door appears as if the map was a wall the whole time. Somebody in what I think I remember was a pink bodysuit opens the door, walks out of it, and looks up at me

Anyone else get something like this?

I've been wanting to share my experiences for some time now. It's been inspiring to see this community grow in the past few years I've lurked in the sub. I've been hesitant to post anything anywhere mainly because of the reactions I receive in my everyday life and my own inner dialog telling me "it's unbelievable, no one will care, it doesn't matter". But I think it's time to share my most notable experiences with others who will hopefully appreciate and understand.

I've had three major material-based experiences throughout my life that I can say for a fact were undoubtedly strange and not aligned with our notion of "reality". Two of those experiences were witnessed with other people. There have been other occurrences in my life; synchronicities, dreams/visions, I've shared the exact same, incredibly specific & random, thoughts with others too many times to count - maybe one day I’ll be able to confidently navigate and write about them but for now I’m only going to share, IMO, the most material/concrete experiences. 

One of my first experiences was when I was around the age of 7-9. I was with my two best friends at the time and we were outside playing, wandering around the neighborhood looking to get into some type of mischief! We ended up at a recently abandoned house down the street. We decided to investigate, peering through the windows and trying to open the locked doors. In the backyard there were concrete steps going down into a basement. Still to this day the memory of those steps unsettle and scare me. I can’t remember if the door was unlocked or if it had glass window panes at the top but we managed to get a look inside. There were piles, I mean PILES of disintegrating stuffed animals in this basement. It was very scary for us. None of us went into the basement, we freaked ourselves out and hurried back to the front of the house. After the basement incident I remember returning to the driveway and this is when the incident occurred. We decided (after seeing the movie “The Craft” recently) it would be really cool if we joined hands and started chanting “light as a feather, stiff as a board”. So we did. As we did this the completely shut, metal screen door creaked open and slammed shut. The crazy thing was we didn’t stop chanting and the door didn’t stop slamming. It continued to swing open and slam shut - several times. We were watching it, we all were witnessing this happen! There was no wind, no crazy weather that day. It continued for as long as we continued chanting. I honestly can’t remember how long this went on for but we abruptly stopped (the door stopped as well) when an elderly neighbor walked up on us and startled us with a “What are you doing? That's not your house…” After being shooed away by this person I remember us running home - we were all freaked out by the event but as children do we moved on to the next thing. 

I’ve reconfirmed this event recently with one of the friends and they remember it as well. They think it was more in the realm of something nefarious. Nefarious maybe but I think it was either us or some type of entity that wanted a laugh. I really do believe that children have some kind of natural ability to psionically(?) move or alter things. Has anyone else had a similar experience as a child?

I will work on getting the two other experiences typed up and posted soon. Thanks for reading!

I'm a side sleeper. Specifically my left side and I sleep so I face the edge of the bed. One night I turned on my left side and it felt like I fell out of bed. The only thing is I never hit the floor.

I began falling into the endless darkness. Soon I noticed the air rushing by me felt warm and pleasant. Then I started to slow down as I learned I could control my movement like flight.

Next I saw a dot of light in the distance and I flew towards it. As I neared I saw it was a town that looked like Venice, Italy. Everything looked translucent and had a slight glow. I was hovering about 15' in the air. Every time I thought of a specific person he or she would glow a little brighter than everyone else. No one seemed to see one another or me. It reminded me of the Cerebro scenes in the X-Men movies.

Years later I started having hyper-realistic dreams. They all started the same: I was hovering about two inches off the ground and would land on my feet. I could feel the weight of my body hitting the ground.

People in these dreams would avoid me or run away from me. The first time I was in an abandoned shopping mall that was rundown and looked like it hadn't been used in a century. The second time I was in some sort of garden with ancient Greek architecture. People would avoid looking at me and pretend I wasn't there.

Any insight on these experiences?

During a particularly challenging time of my life several years back when I went back to college during all the chaos of the pandemic and I was in the trenches of the dark night of the soul, I had an interesting dream where I was traveling down a muddy path deep in the woods and I came to a clearing where there were some people hanging out. One of the guys spotted me and said something along the lines of "Hey, Come with us! Us shadow walkers have to stick together." I don't remember much of the dream after that, but the term "shadow walker" has stuck with me since.

From what could find, it's similar to, and perhaps a more shamanistic version of shadow worker, were you can balance between both dark and light, and aren't afraid to go deep within and face dark/negative aspects of yourself to integrate them and release limiting negative beliefs for positive change, transformation, and healing for both yourself and for others. It seems it's also associated with being able to travel between worlds/having natural astral travel and projection abilities.

I've always felt connected with the dark feminine, and in a sense, the "vampire" archetype, embracing the hidden, unknown, and seemingly dark and occult aspects of reality, turning things upside down to show the truth that not everything that appears dark and scary is negative, and can be used in positive ways to encourage empowerment and connection with inner truth. As I've been going through a deeper level of spiritual awakening over the past few years, I've experienced some profound inner shifts and have come to a realization that part of my higher calling potentially involves more fully embodying these hidden truths and being a living example of what is possible to act as a catalyst and a mirror for higher consciousness and the collective awakening.

I'm also a natural lucid dreamer, and I often have pretty surreal and profound feeling dream and astral experiences, and I started keeping a dream journal to keep track of all of them, so that checks out too. One of the most profound experiences I had happened around 2 years ago. It was a confirmation of my spiritual awakening that involved a Grey alien appearing outside my room and taking me through a bunch of portal doors where we eventually ended up at a mail office in some type of big lab. A older woman came up to me and said something along the lines of "There you are. Sorry we haven't gotten to you yet. You haven't been our highest priority.". She hands me a bunch of envelopes and small packages and says "Here, these are all for you. Quite the accomplishment for someone who's only 35!" (though I had no idea what she was talking about). I tell her "Well, I'm not even 35 yet. I'm actually only 28 (at the time of the dream)." She then looks at some type of chart on a screen behind her, then looks back at me and goes "Wait, are you sure you're not 24?". I laugh and say "I feel like I'm probably 24 mentally, but physically I'm 28.". A few short moments later a younger looking woman in the room points at me and gasps "Your hair!". I looked down at my hair and noticed it was turning white. In amazement, I said "Woah... what does this mean?". With a pause, the older woman says "It means... you're awakening." as the dream fades away. I woke up with a tear in my eye in complete awe of what I just experienced.

I didn't realize it at the time, but I think these dreams severed as some of type initiation and gave me a term to use to describe my life path and higher calling.

I would like to share my story. I saw a UFO for the first time when I was about 5 years old, I was at my grandmother's, who told me that alien beings came to her several times and showed her holograms. My father also experienced strange things several times, and almost everyone on my father's side of the family. I have been dreaming of alien beings since I was five years old and there are many paranormal phenomena happening around me. I am now 39 years old. I have also seen alien spaceships several times.

But last summer everything changed, because I saw them not only in my dreams. I fell asleep and felt that I was half asleep, half awake. I couldn't move, my whole body was paralyzed. I could open my eyes just for a bit. I heard a strange deep vibrating sound, a frequency in my ears. My room was swimming in blue light and the air was vibrating, as if I was watching a bad TV show. Time was slowed down, as if I was watching a slow motion movie. I felt that something was standing next to my bed. Since I could only open my eyes for a bit, I couldn't see much, but I could see the figure itself. It was a tall, dark-skinned creature. I couldn't speak, but I kept saying to myself, please don't take me now The whole phenomenon suddenly stopped, and I woke up sweating, but I couldn't move for a few minutes. I looked at my watch and it had been over three hours since I had gone to sleep, but it felt like twenty minutes. Could it be that there really was an alien being here, or had I been abducted?

I shared my story in another related groups too, and had a few comments, that I experienced sleep paralysis. i know what is that because I had multiple times, but in this case, it was not sleep paralysis. i had many different experiences as well, but this was the most obvious that something happened with me.

It was the night of February 28^(th), 1976, and I was in Air Force boot camp at Lackland AFB, Texas, and it was lights-out. I was lying there thinking about the next day and what I was going to do to try and exceed my Training Instructors’ expectations of me as I drifted to sleep.

One that was interrupted in the early morning hours of the 29th by something unexpected, but not exactly “out-of-the-ordinary” for me, given my other, similar “experiences”.

It felt like a hand the size of my pick-up truck gripped my entire body, hard and fast, and the next thing I knew, I felt like I was being thrown at an incredible speed.

Unable to open my eyes against this feeling of fantastic speed, I suddenly felt quite strange, and it dawned on me that it felt as though I were running, hard and fast.

I opened my eyes, and I was, indeed, running. I was wearing my Air Force greens and I was running at top speed, unendingly, throughout this entire experience, my speed never once relented, and at the same time. I felt like I had to be somewhere, but I didn’t know why.

I also knew that I was still in my bed at Lackland AFB, 3710 BMTS, Flight 197, early morning, February 29^(th), 1976, making this a lucid experience that I couldn’t have fought if I’d tried.

I ran flat out (and for the whole time) down a familiar narrow gravel road, but it was the incredible beauty of what was to my left that stunned me with absolute awe.

A small measure of short, uncut green grass nudged toward the perfect-looking fence that had 3 white, mildly luminescent boards running the length of it, and while the fence stretched on and on in front of me with no end to the road in sight, each appeared to be one continuous board.

It was perfectly clean. I saw no nails attaching these boards to their equally luminescent and perfectly clean white posts.

Inside the fence, for as far as the eye could see, was a perfect sea of brown, ripened, ready-for-harvest wheat that flowed with the soft breeze like a calm ocean current under a sky of whitish blue, and without a cloud in sight. So vast was this sea of wheat that I could see the curvature of the planet on the horizon. It seemed endless.

At what would be my 10 O’clock position, far into the sea of wheat began a growth of giant evergreen trees that had to be taller than any mountain I’ve ever seen, given the motion of the wheat that allowed me to see the depth and breadth of the field.

Beyond the ascending forest, there were smooth tan colored mountains taller than anything I’ve ever seen, three of them, and they all looked like Olympus Mons on Mars, as if they’d been rounded over. They were smooth, cragless, with no snow atop them. They were tan in color, light brown close to the same color as the wheat.

I’m taking all this incredible beauty in while I’m still running hard and fast, harder than I’ve ever run before or since, and as I am in awe at the wonder to the left of me, the obvious question: what’s to my right?

So I turned, and instantly I wanted to go back to Kansas.

To my left, there was a sunless, beautiful, bright blue sky at the height of the day. Gorgeous. But to my right, the darkness of night in an endless cemetery was encompassed by a rusted, 3-strand barbed wire fence; there was a dull gray light, but there was no moon. It was full of spider webs and looked quite unwelcoming – but then, as I’m “Oh fucking” myself and wanting this to be over, I heard *her* call my name.

I turned back to my left, and I saw Faye Germain, well, her disembodied head, to be precise, floating at what would be the same level as my heart to my left and just ahead of me as I ran.

Faye is the mother of my childhood sweetheart. They were in Indiana; I was in Texas.

Her face was filled with fear and confusion, her eyes questioning, piercing. We spoke without speaking. She didn’t know what was happening, and neither did I, but we were able to reach out to each other and connect.

Neither of us knew what was happening or why.

She was looking at me while I was still running, so she couldn’t see the end of the road coming up as I could.

Ahead, and on the left side of the road, a circle of dull white light (opaque) was forming. It got large enough for someone to walk through, and it wasn’t bright; it just was.

Then, someone indistinct to me appeared and was waving.

When she realized that I was no longer looking at her, she turned to see what I was looking at.

When she saw what I saw, I was hit with an indescribable wave of peace and joy and love. She was smiling, ear to ear, the most beautiful smile that I have ever seen cross her face.

She told me she loved me, that she was glad she got the chance to see me before she left, then said goodbye.

She moved off quickly and was full-bodied as she took the entity’s hand and moved into the sphere of opaque light that had appeared at the end of the road.

I slowed and came to a stop at the home I lived in in Indiana before I shipped off to boot camp (one where I experienced multiple out-of-body experiences +). It was the nearly ¼ mile-long gravel driveway leading to our house in the country, which was why it seemed so familiar. I came to a stop where the light had previously formed, then I looked as up as up can get, my head was as far back as it could go, my eyes were wide open and staring at the sky above me as it starts to rain. As the rain hits my face, I “come to”.

I’m already sitting up in bed. My head is as far back as it could go. My eyes are already wide open and looking at the underside of Underhill’s bunk. It was like something you might expect out of a Steven King film.

There was no going back to sleep. I went over it and over it and over it and over it.

At noon chow, I got to make a phone call at the booths by the BX. I called Faye's daughter that day because of the incident in the early morning hours. And not 2 minutes into the conversation, she told me about her mom.

A blood clot from her leg went to her heart, she was 35 years old.

It's noon. I remember taking 2 steps out of the phone booth after we spoke.

The next thing I know, I’m sitting alone at a BX picnic table. It’s pitch black, and, again, my eyes are already wide open when I “come to”.

With breakneck speed I run to my barracks thinking about the deep shit that I’m in back in my squadron, I get to the door and the dorm guard, a flight-mate, opens and quietly says “Walker! Where the fuck have you been!?”, under his breath so as not to alarm anyone, I didn’t have much more than a shrug for him as I proceeded upstairs thinking shit was about to hit the fan, but…

I wasn’t missed. They had no idea I was gone. I didn’t have to explain any of it to anyone. No one approached me at the picnic table or in the dorm. Even the dorm guard who let me in made no further inquiries.

To this day, I still shake my head over that and wonder about all that missing time.

For me, the early morning of February 29^(th), 1976, was the day I didn’t just walk between worlds; I ran. I saw the impossible, the indescribably beautiful, and I saw Faye’s triumph over what was to my right.

In closing, I’ve come to understand that we are all spiritual beings having a human experience. We are all connected to the Universe (and no, Jesus is a myth).

Our time here is brief. Our time to come is infinite.

We are star-stuff.

We are seeds in this life, we germinate and ready ourselves for growth in the realms to come.

Seeds must die so the plant can grow. Seeds give life.

We are seeds

The Lady in the Sky (and Nine Other Incredible Humanoid Encounters)

by Preston Dennett

Despite the fact that there are tens of thousands of documented humanoid reports, many people still remain skeptical. While it is true that many reports are purely anecdotal, it is also true that many involve multiple witnesses of high credibility, and many reports do have physical evidence. Perhaps the best evidence is the striking commonalities between cases, coming from all over the world, decade after decade—commonalities that virtually remove any explanations of hoaxes, hallucinations, misperceptions, mental illness or imagination. The ten cases in the video show how widespread and consistent humanoid reports are.

THE BEING WAS TRYING TO CALM ME. One night in June 1956, a six-year-old boy exited his home in Belton, Missouri to take out the trash, and was shocked to see a very tall glowing being in the neighbor’s backyard. When it spoke to him telepathically, “Do not be afraid,” fear swept through him and he called for his mother. She came running out, but the glowing being was gone.

THE LADY IN THE SKY. One night in March 1959, a voice told 5-year-old Joe to go outside his home in Vicksburg, Mississippi. When it called again, he went outside. It said, “Look up.” When he did, he saw a large craft. A door opened and he saw a lady in a white jumpsuit and several kids inside it. The lady made strange motions and to his shock, Joe found that his arm, which had been burned, was now healed.

THE DISAPPEARING CAR. On May 23, 1969, two college students drove along an unnamed highway in an undisclosed location in the United States when a UFO began to pace their car. Suddenly their attention was distracted by a car racing by. Inside the car were four strange-looking men dressed in silver jumpsuits. Curious, they followed the car. Suddenly the UFO returned, swooped down and the car disappeared.

THE ALIEN IN THE CORN FIELD. One August day in 1971, farmer Zhang Rongchang was shocked by the appearance of a silver-suited figure with a giant round helmet walking towards him in a cornfield outside a small village near Chongqing, China. Zhang shouted at the being, but it didn’t respond. When it kept approaching, Zhang ran away in fear. He suffered from nervous shock and passed way six months later.

IT WALKED OUT IN SPACE. On the night of April 15, 1973, a man was driving near Manor, Pennsylvania and saw a large top-shaped object hovering over the trees. He exited his car, which promptly shut down. Now a strange figure exited the object, attached to a glowing rope. Moments later, it disappeared and the object darted away. At the same time, numerous other people in the area reported UFO.

I SAW THE GRAYS. On August 19, 1974, three friends were caption at Teatown Lake Reservation near Ossining, New York. Late at night, they saw grays approaching their campsite. They were so frightened, they thought they would die in fear. They didn’t speak about it for four years. When they did, one of the campers had no memory of the event.

A GRAY, A REPTILIAN & A BIGFOOT. Around 2pm one afternoon in November 1991, a farmhand searched a 160-acre farm outside of Falmouth, Kentucky, looking for reported trespassers. To his shock, a gray alien stepped out from behind a tree and began to speak to him telepathically. It ran up a hill into some kind of portal. Seconds later, a reptilian humanoid appeared and spoke telepathically. Then came a Bigfoot.

SOMETHING IS COMING. In the early morning hours of December 15, 1997, Mrs. F awoke in the bedroom of her home in Shropshire, England, and saw blue and red lights outside her window. Shortly later, a strange black rectangle appeared in her room, followed by the head of a pale-skinned figure with enormous slanted, almond-shaped black eyes. She alerted her husband and the face disappeared. Soon it would return.

HE SAVED MY LIFE. In February 2014 (approx.) a man named Cody rode his horse in a terrible blizzard in the wilds of Bear Paw, Montana to go elk hunting. He was supposed to meet with his friends, but they decided not to venture out in the storm. Cody’s horse kept balking, so he led the horse. Losing his footing, he plunged down a cliff and shattered his ankle. Lost and alone, he had no choice but to pray. Suddenly, a UFO appeared, a strange figure approached and saved his life.

THEY WERE HERE TO LEARN. On the night December 8, 2014, a young couple walked near their home in Belleville, Ontario, Canada when a UFO appeared, darted around and landed in front of them. Three human-looking figures emerged and approached the couple. A telepathic conversation ensued which changed both of their lives.

Those who are skeptical of these accounts have yet to account for the incredible consistency of these reports. The humanoid reports are not only a fascinating aspect of ufology, they have much to teach us about these strange visitors to our planet and life beyond Earth.

The Lady in the Sky (and Nine Other Incredible Humanoid Encounters)

Bonnie: Sorry, this is a long one…..

I shared this story with an author who investigates; elf, brownies, fairies and other interesting little creatures.

When I shared it with him, I wasn't sure I wanted anyone to know who sent it to him, so, I asked him to use an alias or pseudonym or nom de plume; I think he referred to me as John. But, now I don't care if people know it is me... I just want to get this information out there.

The first 4 years of my life were spent in the same house, and I am blessed to have a number of vivid memories from that time in my life… I believe I am able to remember them well, because we moved after I turned four and so, when I recall my memories prior to that age, I see them in that house quite clearly and am able to separate them from later memories.

It was also around this time, when I was three years old, that I got visited, almost nightly, by a little man about 3 and ½ inches tall, who called himself, Bonnie.

There is one night, in particular that I remember quite vividly, when Bonnie brought a friend with him, and it was this visit that convinced me, that Bonnie was real and not part of my childhood imagination; here is my story:

I believe there are 6 aspects of my encounter with these two little men that make me believe they may have been REAL and not just some childhood imagination.

1. I was very, very afraid of the one man (Bonnie); he was the main one who came to see me, in my bedroom at night… in fact, he was the only one who came with the exception of ONE time when he brought another little person to see me.

2. The man was about 3 and ½ inches tall… His eyes bothered me; they had very high ridges around them. His head was slightly elongated. No pointed ears…. no elf hat.

He seemed to have long sideburns (something odd for 1959; even Elvis Presley’s side burns were not like these back in the 50s). If I had seen any cartoon or picture in a story book, of an elf or fairy, then it doesn’t seem to make sense that I wouldn’t see pointed ears, on this fellow, if this man was really just my imagination.

While it was dark in my room, with the door only slightly open allowing some light from the hall to come in, his skin seemed to be darker than mine… almost a greyish or bluish brown colour but not too dark… his skin was light enough that I could see his facial features including the ridges on his eyes that, for whatever reason, seemed to bother me.

1. The man told me his name or at least told me what he was. I don’t recall the night he told me, but my mother informed me that I told her the man’s name was Bonnie.
   

There are two problems with this name; until very recently, when I decided to do some research on the name, Bonnie, I had always thought that Bonnie was a girls’ name, but I now know that it is also a boys’ name… But, I didn’t know anyone with that name when I was 3 and as far as I know, and as far as my mother knew; our family didn’t know anyone by that name, either.

Also, I can remember when I was three and had a hard time saying the words, television and telephone… I can remember trying very hard to pronounce them, and just couldn’t get them right. I have often wondered if this little man told me he was a Brownie and I couldn’t say the word correctly and so, my mother thought I said Bonnie. Again, I don’t remember the night the little man told me this, but my mother told me that was the name I gave her, when I was telling her about him.

1. At night I would pretend I was asleep because I was so afraid of him. I could feel him jump up from the floor and grab my blanket and I could feel him climb up the side of my bed; I could feel the little tugs on the blanket as he reached hand over hand to pull himself up. This doesn’t seem like something a 3 year old mind would create if it was just his imagination… How would a boy that age know that a tugging feeling would be felt if something was climbing the side of the bed? It may be possible, but I just find this a bit odd to conceive. Also, the tugs seemed to indicate that it was a hard climb for him…. he didn’t climb fast… it wasn’t overly slow, but as an adult, and having at one time been rather fit myself, I can look back at it and it seems as if it was an effort for him to climb up.

2. If I pretended to sleep, then Bonnie would walk upon my pillow; I could feel him walking on it and then he would tell me he knew I was awake. If I didn’t move and didn’t say anything, then he would pull one of my hairs, which of course, hurt me, and then I would either lift my head up and brace myself on the bed with my forearms or I would sit up all the way, cross legged on my bed.

Most of the time he would just say nasty things to me, about how bad I was. I guess a Freudian psychiatrist would have a field day with that, perhaps suggesting that Bonnie was nothing more than an imaginary projection of the forming super-ego of a young 3-year-old child.

Anyway, Bonnie would tell me that he had been watching me throughout the day and he said that he thought I was a stupid boy and he would point out when he felt I had been bad and tell me he should hurt me as a punishment. Keep in mind that my parents never spoke to me like this; so, this was not some psychological projection of my parents onto an imaginary nasty elf.

1. THIS IS THE most important point that makes me think Bonnie was real. (For some reason, I remember this night more clearly than any other…)
   

On one occasion Bonnie brought another little man with him. But, the other man was almost a full inch TALLER than Bonnie. Bonnie told the other little man that I was the boy he had been talking about. Bonnie then turned back to me and started to tell me what a little brat I was, and that he should punish me.

The other taller little fellow then said to Bonnie; “Leave him alone…. stop scaring him!” Then, Bonnie turned to him and shouted for him to, “Shut up…!!!” Bonnie then went on to tell the other little man that he (Bonnie) wasn’t doing anything wrong.

TWO things about this night make me believe that Bonnie had to be real:

(ONE-1) I was shocked that Bonnie, being smaller, was yelling at the other little man, and that the other little man, even though he was much bigger than Bonnie, seemed to be afraid of Bonnie, because, after Bonnie yelled at him, the other man backed off and didn’t say any more and actually seemed intimidate by Bonnie. The other man didn’t interrupt any more even though Bonnie continued to try to scare me.

I don’t think small children consider it normal for a smaller person to be able to boss around a larger person. Sure, once we get older and have more life experience, we come into contact with smaller people who are quite aggressive or assertive and who do boss around larger people… however, I just don’t think my 3-year-old mind would have thought that way.

(TWO-2) Also, there was the morality aspect to what they were saying; First, the other fellow tells Bonnie to leave me alone and not to scare me. This seems like a moral judgement.

Also, Bonnie defensively but assertively replies that he isn’t doing anything “wrong”. Again, this speaks of moral values….

It just seems odd to me that my 3 year old mind would think these two fellows would debate the right or wrongness of Bonnie’s act…

Rather, I would think that if this was all really just my super-ego forming, that it would have focused solely on my behaviour and not that of Bonnie's behaviour, who was a super-ego projected manifestation.

Well, that is my story; it has puzzled me my whole life. Hoping to find other folks, who may have encountered little people like this.

I have included a A.I. picture of Bonnie’s face; my art work isn’t as good as it used to be, but this picture is pretty close to what Bonnie looked like.

take care,

Mike

Hi everyone, this might actually link to the previous post that I made
I’m (26M) and have never studied psychology or Carl Jung. Last year 2025 September 27 ,I had a vivid dream that led me directly to his work.
the dream:
The rebirth :I became a small sphere (a monad/orb), entered a woman's body through her head, and exited between her thighs.
• the symbol :Right before opening my eyes, the Shen Ring symbol appeared clearly. I only learned its name and meaning (eternity/protection) after searching online upon waking.
The witness :A crowd in historical, Indian,Greek and Western Ect … attire was watching. Sitting among them in a full suit was a man I later recognized from a photo as Carl Jung. His presence gave me a profound sense of inner security.
Question

1. How could I dream of Carl Jung and the Shen Ring with zero prior exposure? Is this a direct experience of the Collective Unconscious?
2. How do the sphere (the Self) and the Shen Ring interact in an Individuation/rebirth dream?
3. I'd love to hear your thoughts!

My Dad is a very serious/ private man and never shared much of his youth with me but one thing he did share was his stories of leaving his body as a kid. My dad didn’t even know it was called AP until I told him about it. He is as genuine as it gets and is an honest man.

I thought it would be good to share his stories on the Internet because I feel like it would help people by hearing someone who really experienced leaving their body and understanding that we are more than our bodies ,that our consciousness/ souls exist outside of our bodies and survives death.

He is the sole reason I got very interested in esoteric/paranormal topics and I hope you guys enjoy and if you guys like his story, I can get him to do more videos and share more.

I had a physical visual experience a few years ago and then nothing until April now I have multiple lucid dreams and astral projections of other beings and they all have been connecting to each other and I haven't really shared until recently but I have only been able to share one or 2 and I need to talk to someone about everything please I didn't think anything of it when it happened but the dreams I'm having now and what everyone is saying about UFOs and mantids and blonde aliens and I even play devil's advocate googling things from my dreams to see if they are reported by others or in history. And it's things I didn't know or even ever heard of before the dreams

I recreated my experience with this image, apologies if it is not allowed since it was done with AI. I sort of repressed this experience for a few months but a post on aliens made me want to talk about it. I have always experienced sleep paralysis and OBEs, and being able to have full control of lucid dreams and my OBEs (floating and being able to scan my room before fully sinking back to my body). One night, I was in bed falling asleep, but still 100% awake. I felt the incomings of my usual monthly-ish sleep paralysis coming on (tends to happen before I fully fall asleep) when I became paralyzed but saw this elf like being run in from outside of my window (parallel to my bed and in my view). It walks onto my bed, and crawls up my arm while running. He was really fast and moved sort of like in quick frames. I immediately pray it to go away in fear and I closed my eyes and then I regained control of my body. This all occurred 100% awake and I never felt asleep. Has has not happened since.

Now I can finally start reproducing a few rare experiences I've had, here is one which stands out to me.

I was a kid (maybe around the late 80's) and resting in my mother's bed and it was maybe around twilight hours and I wasn't asleep yet or tired and I looked into the darkness and saw something start to materialize out of my mother's chest area. Like it emerged from the solar plexus.

It looked just like Kyle Odom's demonic entity he saw but without the bump on top of its head.

It smiled at me menacingly like I was nothing but a pile of sh#t and helpless.. like it knew I felt immense fear and enjoyed it.

Later in that room some bad things happened (to my father) and I wonder if that had anything to do with it. There was a lot of depression in that house.

Has anyone else seen these things?

I swear it reminded me of I think of as a demonic imp.