" To be upfront, on three occasions in the course of my life I have witnessed and possibly interacted with life-forms which may or may not have been extra-terrestrial...."
Like many others, there are times when I see things online that make me question the collective intelligence of our species. Most of the “Alien” themed articles and websites I’ve encountered are definitely on that list. Even when they have some inspiring stuff, it’s mixed in with so much wild speculation dressed as fact that it’s hard for me to take any of the “Alien Stuff” seriously. Then again, when I stop to think about it, I’ve had my own experiences that seem just as improbable as some of the craziest… Have I been looking down on people to hide from my own hesitation to talk about it publicly? Really though, that guy with the hair, those half-baked "documentaries" on cable tv... not to mention the "alien cults"... that's not an image I want to have for myself. On the other hand, this could be a much more important topic than some people realize, and when those of us who know even a little bit silently accept the so-called "rational" opinions on the matter... So, rather than sitting back and continuing to complain, here’s everything I’ve got for you on the subject of Extra-Terrestrials visiting the Earth in our times. I'm not interested in being known as an "alien guy", so after this article I'll be moving back to my own special little corner in the "kooks and weirdo's" subculture. Enjoy ;)
First Encounter- Early Spring, 2007 The first time I experienced what seemed to be contact with extra-terrestrials was perhaps the easiest occurrence to explain away. This was in the Spring of 2007. I was with a friend named Susan Dzialdowski (now deceased). We decided to lunch at a Mexican restaurant in Everett, WA, a suburb of Seattle in the North-Western United States. To give some context, Sue was among the most important spiritual teachers of my early adulthood. We had met at a time when I, at the tender age of 21, was teaching classes on Hermeticism and Magic at a local occult shop. She and her adult daughter attended every week for the better part of a year before the closing of the shop brought that endeavor to an end. We struck up a friendship though, and I began to realize that the older woman attending my little classes while going through chemo-therapy had a depth to her that I had not even begun to suspect. As her treatment came to completion, I was realizing that I had a lot to learn from her. For the next year of my life she was a regular, almost daily part of it, and we often spent afternoons and evenings meditating together and testing the boundaries of our spiritual, emotional and sometimes even telepathic connection. Old hippy acting like it’s nothing while she teaches her arrogant young friend… go figure ;) On this particular afternoon, at this particular restaurant, we were seated in a booth. The booth behind Sue (which I was facing), had what appeared to be a family of five unusually tall, platinum blonde, pale-skinned people. There were three adults, one male and two female, as well as two children. One of the two children was definitely male, but I never got a clear look at the second child. Other than one waitress and cooks in the back, they were the only people in the restaurant beside Sue and myself. The conversation which Sue and I overheard (after she noticed and hushed me long enough for me to hear them) was perhaps the strangest conversation I have heard in my life. I do not remember every word they spoke, and I was avoiding eye contact for several minutes so it is difficult to clarify who said what, but I will give you the significant phrases I remember: “We’re going to have to get going as soon as we’re done eating. If we don’t get to New Mexico today to get maintenance done on the ship….” “……..” “Are we going to bring the dog with us?” “Why the dog?” “We have to introduce him to god…” “……….” The conversation was more extensive than this, but those are the three things which I remember clearly, word for word, even ten years later. They were spoken so casually, as matter of fact as I might talk about stopping to get gas on the way home, that the sheer strangeness of their words has been burned into my mind ever since. After Sue and I had been listening silently for no more than three or four minutes, I raised my eyes. There was a decorated latticework separating the two booths, but through that latticework I made solid eye contact with one of the female adults, holding her gaze for a significant stretch of time, maybe as much as fifteen or twenty seconds of unblinking, direct eye contact. She turned and whispered something to the male, craning her neck to his ear, because even seated, he was head and shoulders taller than she. His response was as odd as the rest: “What does it matter? It’s not like we’re speaking English anyway.” He said this in perfect English. I was watching his face, saw his lips move. He was clearly speaking English. Then it was like a bubble popped. I mean that. It was a tangible sensation, a sudden shift in the air. Suddenly the restaurant sounded too quiet. Every word we heard from that point forward (suddenly spoken quietly and with accents suggestive of Eastern Europe, although everything before had sounded like the accent anybody else in this part of the States), was pointedly mundane. It was as if a family of tourists occupied the booth next to us, and the entire conversation that Sue and I had been listening in on might as well have never happened. I got up and walked past their table, to the washroom and back, trying to get a clearer look at them. They avoided my gaze, and I was so nervous that I couldn’t muster up the courage to just sit at their table and start asking questions. Truth be told, my guts were knotted in fear and I struggled to keep my hands from shaking. I wanted desperately to sit and just keep talking until they finally admitted what they were, but instead I sat down at my booth, while Sue stared at me bug-eyed and in a tense whisper asked “Are you crazy?”. I tried to act like scoping out some potential E.T.’s wasn’t a big deal to me, but she and I both knew it was. We ate our meal in silence and left, never to see those people again.
Second Encounter-2007 My next encounter happened late in the Fall of the same year. I was in the town of Bellingham, a relatively isolated college town in the northern foothills of Washington State, about 50 miles away from Seattle. I had driven up there to visit my friend Will. He was a bizarre character in many ways: a veteran of the U.S. Army Infantry, who had received a psychiatric discharge after several weeks of trying to convince the other soldiers in his company that they could make the war end if they all stopped believing that it existed; a wing-nut even by New-Age standards, who claimed that every night he dreamed himself to a celestial temple where he received mystical instruction from the Chinese Buddhisattva Kwan Yin; he was a man who seemed to confidently believe that anything anybody put their full faith into would simply become reality, no matter how bizarre; and who, along with all of that, claimed to be in regular contact with extra-terrestrials who wanted to help humanity evolve spiritually into a higher life-form than we are now. My friendship with Will had been under some strain for a number of reasons, and my own confidence in my understanding of life was pretty low due to a number of failed attempts at “manifesting” various improbable circumstances in my life. I was already moving back into the somewhat more reliable territory of ritual magic, but trying to hold onto the friendship. He had moved to this college town, seemingly on a whim, and was renting a room in a house whose most notable feature was the collection of literally hundreds of beer and liquor bottles, each of a different brand name, evidencing how the other housemates had been successful in their attempts to drink as many different alcohols as existed on the planet… well, I’m sure they still had a few to go. Needless to say, I didn’t interact with any of them beyond the occasional nod on the few occasions I visited. Usually, Will and I proceeded directly to his tiny upstairs bedroom, and left the housemates to their ESPN. The night I’m telling you about was typical in that regard. Will, knowing that I was having a hard time with how extreme his beliefs were, said that on this night he wanted to prove to me beyond any doubt that the aliens were real. He invited me to sit on the floor with him, which I did, and we closed our eyes to meditate and try to reach out to the aliens and ask them to visit us. I was not in a meditative state at all. I was uncomfortable sitting on the floor and frankly pretty annoyed that I had driven an hour and a half to waste my time on Will’s insanity. After perhaps three to four minutes, a light shone in the second story window so brightly that for a moment I thought a car had pulled up just outside, and hadn’t turned off the headlights. I was irritated, but then remembered that we were not on the ground floor. I roused Will from his trance, and we looked out the window. No more than 200 yards away, hovering over cedar trees, was a ship that I can only describe as something out of a 1950’s sci-fi movie. It hung low enough that light from the businesses a few blocks away reflected off the bottom of the hull (?if that’s what you call it?) of the ship. It was some kind of metal, silvery in color but dull in reflection. The spotlight turned off. We climbed out the window onto the roof (Will’s room was over the garage, and so had a sloped roof immediately out the window.) We sat staring at the ship for maybe a minute. I asked Will if we could get them to land the ship and get out, and he said he didn’t think so. Then, the ship slowly, very slowly, flew away until it disappeared behind a hill. That was all. Despite this incredible occurrence, my friendship with Will did not last. I wasn’t really ready to operate out of unconditional love, and he wasn’t stable enough to make me trust him any further than I could throw him. After a spat over a woman we both knew, a stupid adolescent drama that should have been easy to rise above, we parted ways for good. Last I saw him in person, Will was homeless and had decided to walk to the Grand Canyon, perhaps a thousand-mile journey. Not that there weren't people ready to let him move in (he couchsurfed in town for maybe three weeks before finally embarking on his epic journey). I don’t think he made it there, but I do know he lives. Last I heard from him, he was living in a farming commune with a single telephone shared by some 50 families, raising a child with a woman I’ve never had occasion to meet. I wish him the best, even if he has lost much of the enthusiasm for changing society that he once had. Truth be told I miss him, but I respect his decision to walk away from “normal” society, even if I myself will likely never follow. We made amends on the telephone in 2013, and that is the last I have heard from him.
My Most Recent Encounter-2016 For most of a decade, I have not had any further “encounters”. While I’ve certainly had some odd dreams, and even saw what appeared to be a “gray” alien during a decidedly unpleasant astral projection experience some years ago, those do not count for much beside what I have physically witnessed while in full possession of my wits. Then, about six weeks ago, I had another encounter. (It’s currently August 30th 2016, so this was in the middle of July). On the night in question, I was meditating deeply, and got the sense that a female person was trying to communicate with me from afar. Its pretty normal for me to experience things like that. On occasion I find out that so-and-so thought they were contacting me at the same time, but most of the time it’s just some weird state of consciousness. I roll with it, accepting the experience, even while admitting that my foggy impressions of contact are a far cry from anything objectively useful. This time was odd however, even by my standards. This woman didn’t feel like most people feel… it’s difficult to put into words, like trying to explain color in a language that doesn’t have words for different colors. I guess the closest metaphor I can come up with is that, if most people who are spiritually awake enough for this sort of attempted telepathy have energy that is opaque in a range of warm colors, different for each person, but all opaque, all warm colors unless they are emotionally upset or sick and the colors get murky… this time, this person, was more like… translucent electric blue, cool to the touch and cleaner than the water from a mountain spring. Too weird for you? Shit, me too. Being an occultist with “religious” tendencies, I wondered if some kind of goddess or angel had decided to talk to the little human. I asked her what she was. She didn’t respond with words, but with knowledge. It was difficult for me to keep my mind receptive. I’m sure at least some of what I got was produced by my own mind. I wouldn’t bother to write about something so subjective if it weren’t for how the next few minutes played out. What she “told” me was that she was a human(oid) of a different species than my own, from a different world, and was aboard a small ship with an undefined number of companions. They had been watching us for a long time, and I think she meant that she personally had been around earth for several decades, but I got no concept of how long her species had been hanging around. I asked if they could pick me up for a ride on their ship. The answer was no, with the kind of sorrow that did little to convince me that I wasn’t just talking to an imaginary friend and wasting the hours of my life! I was ready to write off the whole experience as an over-active imagination, when she urged me to go outside. Truly, I figured that if there was no space ship, then I was probably just producing non-sense in my own mind to avert boredom. I went ahead and walked out the back door. Where I live now the back door opens to a view of a few blocks worth of city, followed by broad fields, with foothills layered in housing developments a couple of miles away, forming the other side of a small valley. Out over the foothills I saw lights which seemed about right for a news chopper, several lights underneath the flying object with one strong spotlight aimed to the right (from my perspective). It stayed stationary for long enough that I figured I must be mistaking some kind of lit tower for a low flying craft. It then moved very, very fast. Leftward for what was probably about two miles within five or ten seconds, then a pinpoint turn upward and to the right, about a third of the way back to the starting point in the next few seconds, then another pinpoint turn up and left, and another vertically. Then it ceased vertical or horizontal movement, and flew directly away, the lights fading in the distance over the next half a minute. It took me a minute to comprehend what I had just seen. Wishful thinking followed by disappointment is the norm when I look at bright things in the sky. Wishful thinking followed by flight that didn’t seem to be something a helicopter or airplane would be capable of actually had me stunned for a minute. I had been hoping, but not expecting. My estimates of distance are based on the roads covering the hill over which I saw this, but what I say was perhaps two miles could have been quite a bit more, depending on whether the flying object was actually over the hill or further away. It could have been closer, but the hills are close enough that I’m thinking I’d have seen more detail had it been nearer. In any case, a voice "in my head" identified itself as an alien, refused my request to go with them, but told me to go to the back door where there just happened to be the first spaceship-like-thing I've seen since that day with Will some 9 years ago. Needless to say, it rocked my world :) While I watched the light disappear in the distance, I got the strong sense that the person I had “been in contact with" was pleased with the interaction, felt a little bad for me being so primitive and trapped on the ground, and finally that she doubted whether I would ever be allowed aboard one of their ships. The image she showed me was... less than flattering, but appreciated for honesty nevertheless. Think of the emotions you might feel if, on an African safari, you met a baboon, an unusually friendly one that tries to communicate with you. You approach and trade gestures, it even attempts to mimic human posture and moves its lips like it’s trying to talk to you. Neat, right? When it’s time for your party to move on, your wild friend wants to climb in the jeep… even if you are tempted, you look at its sharp carnivorous teeth, the smell of its last bloody meal, the smell of a creature that lives outside picking ticks off itself for a snack... You leave the creature wild and free, just as you do any other curious creatures you see along the way. That doesn’t change the feeling of remorse while you are driving away, or stop you from wishing, just a little bit, that you could have brought the baboon home with you, it just isn’t something you're going to do. Maybe if you found a baboon wearing clothing and speaking English... otherwise the answer is no. For now at least, I just have to accept that.
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