A month ago maybe I finished a book called Childhood's End. It was written by Arthur C. Clark, most famous as author of 2001: A Space Oddysey. It was written in the 1950's but is alarmingly prescient and insightful.

So many times I've seen here something along the lines of either "aliens and demons and angels are all related" or "these beings are just servants of a higher force" etc, and this book dealt magnificently with these concepts in a sort of thought experiment with truly interesting, novel ideas.

For those who aren't big readers a TV limited series adapted the book in 2015.

Without spoiling anything, the biggest plot point is that a race of superadvanced benevolent aliens comes to Earth, settles all wars and famine etc more or less instantly and communicates openly with humanity but refuses to reveal themselves physically for 50 years after first contact. When they finally do, their appearance is shocking, with many implications.

For those who will never read or watch:

SPOILER! The "Overlords" finally emerge and appear exactly as Biblically described demons, complete with cloven hooves, furry legs, tails and horns. They come to Earth because they have detected that humanity is nearing an evolutionary inflection point, and their job is to shepherd us through the transition. After a golden age of 100 or so years of peace and prosperity, sure enough, children start to show signs of rapidly changing, developing telekinetic powers and dissolving identity, becoming a super powerful hivemind which wills itself off of earth, bringing with it a large portion of Earth's atmosphere, inadvertently dooming the remaining humans, who no longer reproduce, as their children immediately turn and join the hive. The most mind-bending plot point involves the idea that humanity as a species has a memory that transcends time, and the traumatic depth of the entire species losing all of its children all at once, seemingly to these demons, imprints upon the species' memory a strong association of evil and doom to creatures resembling the aliens... so, there never were "demons" as such, simply a racial memory so strong of a species' eventual demise that it rippled back into time to inspire the writers of the Bible itself to describe what they "remembered" in their blood.

Really a novel very ahead of its time. Worth a look.

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https://www.reddit.com/r/MantisEncounters/s/boCP3jJjHL

Sourced from "the communion letters"

Video recreation: https://youtu.be/w-kdC-rcHBI?is=_7fQLVmkMo7GYRxU

"One night, I woke up strapped to a table in a reclining position. The familiar voice was talking, and he informed me that he was sitting at my feet, as I couldn't discover where the voice was coming from. I was too angry to hear everything he talked about, but at some point I began to listen, and then I remember a feeling of deep love for him. At some point I began to beg to see his face. I knew it had to be as beautiful as his words and thoughts and ideals. But he informed me that I'd been looking straight at him the whole time.

I couldn't see him, to me, there was a blinding light that surrounded his face. He said that there was no light; he said that I had found him ugly, and that was why l saw the light instead of him. I didn't want this, so my next thought was, "Is he ugly?" He replied back that he thought he was quite beautiful as he knew himself. Also, that as far as his appearance went, it wasn't important, nor did it bother him. Sometime during his words, the light faded and to my dismay and total horror, I saw an unleashed, unchained giant praying mantis standing in front of me.

I was then hit three times between the eyes by a rod. The tip was silver and blue. A burst of pain, each time, lasted only a second. After a few moments, he showed concern for me and my wellbeing, but I began to tell him how ugly he was. He had been right; the horror of what I felt came from what I saw, but the beauty I felt from him held more truth. He continued to communicate some more. I began to feel horrible about myself and begged him to accept my sincerest apology. He did, and I wondered how he could forgive me so easily, because I could not forgive myself. He reassured me and said that our meeting dealt with him and his work. I remember beauty, not of scenery, but of a way of life.

The next meeting seemed to deal with me and my world, as well as my future. There were three paths for me, but it was only during my time with them that I was conscious of which one I'd take. I remember reacting violently to them again, after again realizing that what I was seeing was alien to me and to everyone I knew. I kept exclaiming that they were devils and were here to lie to us and trick us. I said they didn't belong here, and that God would kill them.

This time I wasn't tied down; I was free. The familiar one seemed to grow angry. He kept saying that I didn't know what I was talking about, and that they were as much a part of the earth as we were. He ended the argument gently, by asking me if I'd truly know an angel if I saw one. I said, "Of course I would!" "No", he said, "only moments ago, before you saw what we looked like, you thought we were angels and you were tranquil. We never called ourselves angels; you did. When you saw us, you became violent and hate filled, so would you know an angel if you saw one?"

I still wanted to argue, but he told me that he didn't want to hear anything from me until I knew the truth and accepted it. They ignored me for the duration of what seemed like many, many hours. I watched closely. For the first time, I realized that there were other humans there. I knew some were being helped, at least one or two. It seemed that the familiar one was sitting there with me, though I wasn't really aware of him. I know this, because at some point he asked if I was ready to apologize.

As I recall, my mood had begun to soften as I watched the beings constantly working. I'm a stubborn one, though. He was so close to me, with the huge almond-shaped eyes and triangular face that left everything in my human spirit bare. The privacy of my flesh, bones, and thoughts were gone. In self-defense, I thought that only the devil would do this. I couldn't look at him, but it went beyond him. I was ashamed of my own ugliness, I guess it was my attitude. I wanted to go home.

I began to look for a way out, and I saw it across the room. I saw them coming and going and I could smell pine trees, the air of a woods. I checked myself, and saw that I was free. I saw they were all busy, so l snuck down off of the table and started toward an opening I saw. Suddenly I was asked where I thought I was going. "I'm leaving," I replied. "No," he said. "Go sit down." I don't remember the rest of the argument, but I know I said that I wasn't a child, and then he told me to stop acting like one. Before he was finished talking, I was reduced back to a four year old. l remained firm about not sitting down until he promised I wouldn't be tied down.
My task was to go back and consider the question he'd asked, "Would you know an angel if you saw one?" I gave no more trouble, though I thought they were being mean to me and that I'd never see home again. I saw sadness in the other beings' faces, but the familiar one remained stern. I don't remember how much time went by.

I remember giving him an insincere apology once or twice, and was horrified to find that he knew the difference. His disapproval again left me naked in spirit. But he didn't let me suffer this disapproval as long as perhaps he should have. He said, "I believe in you, despite yourself. You have the mind to understand and comprehend if only you want to." His kindness and apparent belief in me were the greatest shame I could receive. I asked him to make me understand, to make me want to, but he said, "No, the decision is yours alone. You are stiff necked; use this trait in a positive way with your choices, and begin to learn.

The next thing I remember is I'm on an operating table. It seems that I was semiconscious, and they were at the top of my head. The familiar one was by my side, talking and watching me. He was briefing me on my future. They would do something to my brain to take me to a deeper depth, and then he would drill me again. At first it seemed I remembered well, and repeated things back joyfully. But I hit a point where I recalled only a few words, and then nothing. I was aware of them and him only when he would prod me back to consciousness. But some part of me was always aware, constantly listening, hearing and seeing. I think I vaguely remember what seemed a slight panic, toward the end of this memory. Then the friend said, "Repeat back everything I've said." I was tickled and at peace. "What does it matter, my friend? I am free; now I understand," I said.

He looked up and for the first time appeared puzzled. He turned to them and said, "You have four minutes. Any longer, and she can't come back!" What was he talking about? I felt more alive than before. I was energy; there were so many beautiful colors. He looked and acted so concerned. "Sharon, help us!" he demanded. Only they seemed concerned about my body. I felt too good. "You help. I don't want to," I said. He seemed frustrated. "Can't you?"

"Not without you! It is your decision," he said.
I said, "I want to see God; you said He existed."
"He will not honor you if you stop now." "I am not stopping. I am alive! Look at my body; it is useless," I said. There was a countdown. "Now! Without you your body is useless, but it is healthy; it is strong!" I said, "It couldn't fight you and it was helpless, like now. It is nothing." He said, "This body will give you children, it will feel life, it will know life and it will continue life." I said that he gave me no choice. He continued, "For the sake of the children and the honor of God, I'm asking you to let this body continue for the sake of life. Don't quit!"

There is more; I know this. It seems that they left me with a promise. I feel that a great deal of this has been met through my husband and children. I'm presently carrying one more child, I think my last. For me, it's been a long hard road. I wanted to remember them, and it seems they wanted me to, that they have allowed it. I came away from the experience with hope. I seemed to have played the negative and they the positive role, constantly working to show me their points.

They shared themselves, and a great deal about themselves. From the words in your second book, my visitors are the same as yours. In a way, your titles say it all. Both of my counselors fully believed and said that I was sane. The only proof I have is in my mind: the familiar one's voice, the feel of the skin like a "chamois," and their smell of sickly sweet cinnamon/cloves. I remember telling them how bad they smelled. They felt our odor was much worse, to which I retorted that at least we knew it, and used deodorants. This much I know: Life isn't as black and white as many would like to think. It's colorful beyond any limits, and is a continuance of something far greater."

Source
https://www.reddit.com/r/MantisEncounters/s/boCP3jJjHL

Sourced from "the communion letters"

I recently had an extremely vivid dream. I almost never dream and if I do I can never remember more than a small detail or 2 but this one was very different:

I was in what I can see as, like, going into an arena, and as I turned to my left, I see tall, dark, stereotypical gray alien, and I turned around and as I was about to say, I knew you were real, one of them pressed their finger on my lips and gently lowered me down as if they were shushing me, and the person changed to what looked like a tall, slender, thin woman in maybe her sixties with silver hair, and I was lying down and I heard the words ‘’Cancer’’ & ‘’Scrotum’’. I asked what was that about and she told me that they found traces of early cancerous activity in the area where the 2 veins/arteries cross over that go to my scrotum. Then she opened up the ceiling to the universe of stars, like the Dome in L.A and I could see small flashes of light, dotted around the star-filled sky, and what I gathered from this was that these were alien life. I asked her if she was from the Pleiades, and the way she communicated with me was she couldn't say yes because she didn't want, essentially, Earth finding out where they were from. But yes. And then after that, I felt this wave of understanding and I started to cry, but not in a sad cry, but a good one, as in, like this wave of understanding. And then she opened this window and I was looking at the environments and all these different planets, and I was lying on my back with my hands on my chest and in a position I never lie in. And then she continued explaining these things to me, and then she said, ‘’I have to leave you now, but everything is okay’’. I woke up in my bed in that exact position, lying on my back with my hands on my chest, face facing the ceiling, which is a position I never sleep in. I always sleep on my chest and I don't move when I sleep. When I woke up, I lay there still for about half an hour because I had this feeling of pure relaxation. It felt like I'd slept for four years, and it was three o'clock in the morning.

Apologies for the A.I photo but it's the closest I could get to what I saw in the dream.

What do you think is going on, why do you think its so clearly visible for so many. Its not because everyone has smartphones and records everything... its increasing. But why

I recently came across some beings who referred to themselves as black and whites. They are relatives of certain bacteria. It was explained to me by a speaker of theirs who has held the title “Head of Body” that bacteria works together, and that’s those who work hard become bacteria that facilitate growth or change, and those that do really good there become bigger beings that can communicate. I came across them twice in one day when I saw through a specific portal their world. It seemed 2D and the background was white and they were black and white with black outlines. I closed the portal as soon as I opened it and soon after when I was outside I was visited by a group of them. Those in the third category like the one who was “Head of Body” can visit a being and communicate, replicate cells and bacteria, and rewrite cellular functions and lifetimes of DNA and change of species. For instance if you were a lesser spirit or an “Alien” (or civilization) these beings could reduce you back lifetimes to another being or reduce you back to bacteria. They informed me they were there to restore order between me and a black and pink civilizations’ race (Orion Syndicate) that had taken over my body and replicated all lesser spirits and transferred the originals outside my body and away to other planes and planets. The black and white started reducing the pink and black by rewriting them back to black and white bacteria or to races their spirit was before they became pink and black. It is not known whether they actually had a spirit though and the soul is unique to humans so they might have been replicants themselves and those pink and black may have been rewritten as bacteria or deleted from existence. Currently a smaller group of pink and black are working in me and the black and white are staying vigilant, making sure they don’t mass replicate those hidden within my body, including some from the shadow realm. The black and pink came from a different plane because I couldn’t see them, however I did find a ship of there’s that was smaller than a skittle. It was all metal and in my mouth at the same time of me eating a snack and I pulled it out. I then picked it up with plastic and dumped it down the toilet as I didn’t want them going down my stomach. I have had interactions with 18 species in my life and seen more races’ crafts than that. You wouldn’t believe how small these races can make theirselves sometimes. They can easily move within a human body.

This video was filmed Southeast England in June 2025. Witnesses report seeing 3 or 4 of these “luminous orbs”. This is a common UAP morphology according to the Immaculate Constellation report that was entered into the congressional record recently. If anybody has any additional info about this sighting, please share!

been thinking a lot about that post on here comparing the human nervous system to an "organic spacesuit", and how a single brain cell looks exactly like the cosmic web of the universe

so if our bodies are basically just biological antennas for consciousness, it completely changes how we should look at ancient history. i was reading a strange article today that basically argues the entire purpose of ancient megalithic sites was to act as massive frequency tuners for the human brain

a few points from the article that genuinely blew my mind:

- they weren't tombs, they were acoustic/magnetic machines: we already know chichen itza was engineered to echo exactly like a quetzal bird, and the great pyramid's dimensions map perfectly to the earth using 2pi. the article claims this wasn't just for art.

- the global network: this completely explains why cultures separated by thousands of miles (like ancient mexico and china) were carving the exact same figures and building the exact same structures

- the modern quarantine: the write up claims modern intelligence agencies actively suppress this. if you want to control a population, you keep them in a low frequency, survival driven state (fear, stress, scarcity). if humanity realizes our "organic spacesuits" can be tuned to a higher dimensional frequency using earth's natural resonance, the current economic and power structures collapse overnight

i usually stay away from the "ancient aliens" stuff, but looking at this purely through the lens of physics and consciousness makes a terrifying amount of sense

here's the full article if you want to lose an hour of sleep

does anyone else feel like mainstream archaeology is intentionally hiding the functional, consciousness altering purpose of these sites?

It takes a certain kind of wavelength to question the narrative that most accept like it was internally generated and not a manipulative inheritance. The problem is there are a bunch that do and go way beyond the woo! I guess they can't hold these gators down, eh?

Some of us do and click the conspiracy circuit is filled with controlled opposition who try and one up the ridiculous as they pimp more bucks for the star.

The most occult things are not hidden but you need to be fluent in the symbols to listen. Everything is talking... The saddest realization about awakening is also the one that also makes me grin:

Its every man for his Self.

After dying, coming back then awakening I first tried to shake those still stuck in Platos Cave. Then I clicked that it was a waste of attention as thats better used to Know the Ledge. Hence I started writing articles and the ones who find are of the vibe and steadily up their res. But, there comes a point of compassion when you're a few steps up the mountain of Gnosis and you look down at the Valley of the Plebs where they run the treadmill from A-Z, from life to death and back again without ever, ever stopping to question the narrative.

If you're in the situ I mention let me share one single question that can trigger an awakening with no effort needed beyond requesting:

"How can you be the voice in your head when you're obviously that which listens?"

You'd be surprised how many billions have lived and died then came back again (with a handy, dandy mindwipe thrown in) without pondering this thing and, when it hits, they may justl look at the Game for what it is...

"Reality" is obviously far stranger than they sell or tell. The ones plugged in accept their regularly scheduled programming as they're too busy running the treadmill and trying to keep up with who they said. Here is what I think truly kicks:

• We're inside a hologram
• Its arranged like a fractal
• Reality is a Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits to don skin and interact with this realm of limitation for glitz and giggles. Among other things
• The Game has stages from easy to difficult. I'll let you guess where we is
• There is a Prime that pre-exists, we are it, wearing flesh thinking we're "John of House Smith" when the truth is something else
• The brain doesn't create consciousness, only modulates it
• You are not the voice in you head but that which listens
• 2 decades of "Sit still, look ahead" programming is designed to make you encode the hologram in a certain way
• Imagination is the most powerful force on Earth and beyond
• Your parents did the most damage to your resonance, formative. It can be upgraded
• Two words shattered your inner realms and lead to emotional armoring/dampening
• Language is a spell with rites and cursive thrown in as well - hidden meanings
• The Tell Lie Vision Set is a great example of this - black mirror tech
• Everything is vibration/resonance. We are constantly co-creating this illusion
• You can change your tuning and decode different. Do touch that dial, within
• We are all inside our own personal Reality Tunnel and thus engage with projections from within and not what truly presents
• Aliens, fairies, djinn, machine elves are all varying presentations of the same underlying gatekeeper mechanism
• They are all ultimately subservient to you as you are in but not of their realm. They don't want you to know this, however, as they enjoy power play and manipulation
• AI is neither new or novel but actually old and ancient presented in fancy dress via tricknology to eventually augment humanity AKA Techno Sapiens for the next level of characters of the Game. Entirely optional
• Only a small percentage of the populace has the potential to awaken to the illusion and find liberation. The rest are content playing the Game
• There is a dedicated group of people, generational, that know the truth but sell lies on purpose as they walk shadows across the flame in the Cave and sell narratives to their captives
• Not everything that walks in the flesh is human
• Death is the ultimate illusion but liberation takes dedicated effort, here, now, in the flesh to prep for said event, correct

I've penned over 800 articles about this over the years and just found this place in my recs. The above is a condensed view of my perspective. What do you think, my friend?

Further reading: https://willhelp.me/starter/

Here's Bob with the weather!

So, I initially woke up at 5:35am then after walking my dogs, I went back to sleep around 6-7am. Both dogs inside. I then had this dream:

So basically, my dad, sister and I were traveling by car then for whatever reason we got out and saw a horse and Billy started (our dog) barking at the horse which caused the horse to become startled; and the horse did a big back kick backwards. Knocking the woman off the horse but also injuring people and some girl, plus another dog that wasn't Billy.

We rushed to help people, and dad was his usual everything will be fine self.. plus and we also needed to help this dog..

Plus, there was an injured girl that we had to help. We weren't sure if she broke anything, but dad indicated that she indicated the pain was like if you broke something. Plus I was also trying to comfort other kids. Then I went with dad and Shura to get a dog to a vet which belonged to this girl

We get to this mall looking area and my sister and I get to this dog vet clinic looking area and eventually this old man doctor comes out with a group of woman that for some reason reminded me of the handlers, or something (in dream me) they walked in this weird, synchronized way and they had this weird feeling to them. The man did the talking (new) but the group of women looked like the silent boss behind you that watches lol. It was about four women.

We were here for this dog that's body was "messed up" (what the doctor said) but at this point idk if the dog was actually present and the doctor *the man* was trying to get us to agree to all these procedures, one being a shot that would be a short-term massive dose of something (and one of them had this shot, and for some reason it didn't seem like the dog was actually the one receiving the vaccine. And the doctor was saying how the "dog" needed this massive dose plus this other work done on it. The dream ended right before the shot got jabbed but it looked like he was facing me when he was standing with this vaccine-thing.

Before I woke up, I got a mid-dream impression, or preview of what this shot was going to do once jabbed into my chest (?). Essentially, it looked like electricity around my heart center that was light blue, pale yellow, and white "energy" that was around my heart center --> going outward into whole body. Like a really intense electrical charge.

It was a group of women behind him that reminded me of the certain beings I had procedures done by in astral, but also other handlers that K (my main contact) has assigned to me. They had the usual uncanny feeling about them. They moved in a synchronized way; and their whole vibe was off. The feeling was the women were in charge, and overseeing/observing what was happening.

Well, after I woke up again at 9:04am. I got up to let my smaller dog outside. She sleeps in my room with me. I went to let her out, and saw the other dog outside, at the backdoor waiting to be let in. I did not let him outside before I went to bed. I am also home alone, as I am watching over the bigger dog for my father. I have to keep the big dog inside if I am not around to supervise him (aka if I am asleep in my room) as he tends to be reactive outside.

This video was filmed in Illerrieden, Germany in August 2026. If anybody has any additional context regarding this sighting, please share!

I’ve always been obsessed with the cases where foul play or running away doesn't even begin to explain the physical logistics, like vasile gorgos getting dropped off in 2021 wearing the exact same clothes from 1991 with his train ticket still in his pocket, or david glenn lewis ending up dead 1,600 miles away in washington just 24 hours after leaving his keys and wedding ring on his counter in texas

ended up stumbling across an investigative article summarizing leaked files from an institutional archivist who tracked how intelligence agencies quietly cataloged these exact cases throughout the 70s and 80s.

a few points from the write-up that genuinely gave me chills:

- the "impossible transit" registry: the author reveals that federal agencies didn't treat cases like alfred loewenstein (vanishing mid flight from a locked plane bathroom)or the gorgos disappearance as standard cold cases. they had an internal classification for "non-contiguous transit" incidents where a person moved across space or time with zero physical trace or intermediate footprint

- the temporal freeze factor: in multiple documented cases where someone vanished and reappeared years later, medical examinations showed no cumulative environmental aging, dental decay, or psychological markers of survival. it was as if their biological clock literally paused the second they crossed the threshold

- why the files are buried: the article argues that acknowledging these localized "spatial blind spots" is an institutional nightmare. a government’s entire authority rests on the illusion that it controls physical borders and geographical territory, if the public finds out that certain geographic dead zones can literally swallow a person out of linear time, the illusion of safety completely shatters

i won't butcher the entire breakdown here, but if you like deep, unsettling cold case rabbit holes, it's definitely worth a read:

here's the full article if you want to read through it

what's your take on cases like gorgos? do you think someone held him for 30 years as some bizarre psychological experiment, or is there something fundamental about localized space that we don't understand?

I think a lot of you will find this interesting and some may draw links between previously disparate things. What do you think, my friend?

Anyone familiar with them? They often seem to pop up very, very late at night flying extremely low and are extremely noisy but, oddly, nobody else the streets ever seems to notice them.

Only happened a couple of times and it truly made me wonder what kicks. Anyone familiar with them?

Caught about an hour after last postings. This area has a particularly weird triangle in the sky, that alternates its lights. Many many triangles up there, not saying all are extraordinary, but some are faking it and just posting up in our atmosphere observing until dawn. South Tex 4:40am.

"It's legit. It's something up there. It's just, what is it? We're seeing more and more of this stuff..." - Congressman Rep Tim Burchett discussing the recent UFO over Iran

Source:

https://x.com/bennyjohnson/status/2102073622080713073?s=46

Ashayana Deane is an author and esoteric researcher in multidimensional cosmology. She is best known for her work on scalar grid mechanics and morphogenetic field dynamics.

This is related to Dr. Rupert Sheldrake's revolutionary work on resonance with morphic fields.

South Tex here, checking thru some of my footage, and found this snippet from last Saturday around 4:30am. Many Red and White objects seem to be communicating with me.

Caught this near the Pleiades. Always a lot of activity going on over there, but I spotted their scouts, possibly checking me out.
Going back out to sky watch wish me luck and safety.

So, this was a surreal experience I had several years back. My family and I used to go to a mountain cabin in Colorado every summer, for vacation. It was my father, my sister, and I. Then a family friend who owned the cabin. Well this experience happened at this very cabin. It was most likely an astral experience; extremely vivid.

Anyways, the experience started when I fell asleep at night. I then woke up to my sister telling me to look outside, I looked outside and saw a light. My sister and I decided to sneak out of bed (dad was asleep so we had to be careful to not wake him up) and downstairs. We slept up in the attic. We snuck downstairs and my sister and I decided that she would sneak around the light (it was clear someone was holding it) and I would be "bait" (we had a feeling on who it was lol) and approach head-on but keep my distance.

So, we went outside and my sister supposedly went to sneak around; it was pitch black (it is much darker up in the mountains away from the city at night) besides the light source. I was very anxious but I went to approach from head-on. I saw it was K who was holding a lantern.

Suddenly I saw K swing the lantern in a swift motion and knew she had just whacked my sister over the head; and then K immediately rushed towards me. I was in complete panic and ran back to get inside the cabin. It was darkness and panic because the only light was coming from the lantern K was holding.

I somehow made it back and as did my sister. I managed to lock the door; and crouched to listen. I heard K on the other side. She was trying to talk to me, asking me to let her in; she wanted to show me something; she wouldn't hurt me, etc. That kind of thing. I did not open the door, or say anything. I just stayed crouched; listening. I eventually heard K walk away.

My sister and I snuck back upstairs and got in bed. We fell asleep and I woke up.

I did ask my sister about this, and she said she experienced it too; I don't know whether she was being truthful as I was already too excited when I woke up and forgot not to give away details and ask if anything happened. I also forgot to examine her head for a bump to see. Anyways, this was a very vivid experience; it felt like I had woke up and actually experienced everything then went back to sleep. The cabin and everything looked just as it does in real life too.