Alien Abduction in Dreams

As infrequently as most of us remember our dreams in detail, from time to time there may be remembered a dream of exceptional clarity - one that is stunning in both it's emotional impact upon the dreamer, as well as the unusual content of the dream itself.

Not discounting instances of sleep paralysis (or the Old Hag syndrome) or lucid dreaming, there are those dreams redolent with a particular alien flavor - a certain level of high strangeness - that leaves us scratching our heads come the morning light.

While most of us who have made at least a cursory attempt to understand this type of strangeness have resultantly become familiar with hypnogogic and hypnopompic imagery (alpha state), the deeper slower rhythms of delta and theta states, the increasing frequency of REM (shorter cycles) as the night progress, as well as the roles that melatonin, serotonin and DMT play in regulating our wake/sleep state, and finally - the processing/condensed storage/enhancement of memory via REM common to nearly all mammals as a means to save on *space* [or size of the skull/brain cavity kept within a range suitable to the mother's birth canal].

Okay, so we know all this.

And yet ...

What we do not know is how a mind not of this planet may function. Pre-supposing there are indeed intelligent beings scattered throughout our ever expanding cosmos, they are just as likely to possess brains (a) with one singular undivided hemisphere, (b) have as little as one or two brain wave states, (c) or half a dozen, or (d) have a completely different data processing center as compared to our own brain/nervous system.

So while it can be reasonably stated that man is finally exiting the dark ages as regards the workings of his own biology, the same cannot be said for anything else that may be 'out there'.

Which leaves us with a quite valid conundrum as to whether or not so called alien dreams have any objective validity beyond the subjective worth of the dreamer.

While it may be the height of foolishness to attribute any import to dreams of Greys or Reptilian beings, it may equally well be the height of arrogance/ignorance to disregard such dreams.

For we simply do not know.

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Now, if my own personal dreams are of any merit, then I can truthfully say that - upon close and detailed examination - they [as is customary with the right brain state] are rife with metaphor and symbolics. As most dreams are.

I can also say that these metaphors and symbols do not extend to the exceptional dream characters sometimes present. Again, to be clear - it is often the dream imagery that is symbolic or overlayed, not necessarily the *communication* as given within the dream.

I'll admit, this is annoying to try and make concisely understood. But there is an unique distinction between ordinary dreams and those that possibly indicate another mind present besides that of the single dreamer.

For a good example - one of my dream characters asked, with the utmost degree of facetiousness (or snarky, if you prefer) - "do you know where you are?"

Unfortunately, I didn't. I would love to know what this character would have said if I had been lucid enough to pursue the line of questioning. Maybe another time ...

Anyway, not knowing how any other mind besides the human mind functions, it is possible, if not plausible, that somehow, somewhere, there may be intelligent beings aware of our existence who reach us via our dream state. In fact, it is not wholly unlikely that for some beings the dream state might be the only way/time they CAN interact with us.

Or interface, as I like to say.

However. There arises potential problems with the above theory, and to name but a few:
1. We do not have any infallible means by which we can distinguish the workings of our own imagination and the intrusion of an objective *other*. God knows, our mental health as a species is on shaky enough ground as is.
2. The gullible, superstitious, ignorant or unstable among us could be made worse by entertaining such a possibility in the first place. Some egos/personalities being more fragile than others.
3. If the human mind is an open door to everyday stimuli of all sorts, is it also *open* to whomever or whatever happens to land on our doorstep? Can we close the door if desire or need be?

On a more positive note, if alien abduction dreams may sometimes be distorted, yet true interfaces with other objective beings ... consider the following metaphors - ones I've uncovered by taking the time to commit all note worthy dreams to the annals of my tattered dream journal:
pregnant - to expect or be *expecting*
doctor/physician - one who heals or examines
baby - to bring forth, new life, young
fossil or dinosaur - old, extinct, buried
hospital - where one is healed
alien - visitor, alien-to-the-dreamer, unfamiliar, unknown

And so forth. I know I'm missing more, but without digging through a 14 year backlog, that's all that comes to mind at the moment. Yet, my point is that one should not necessarily take one's dream surroundings or actions at the same literal value as one does to all things awake. It is too easy to *jump* to the wrong conclusion when one is dealing with right brain imagery.

Which is absolutely not to relegate our right brain workings to the same dung heap as unicorns and dancing pink elephants.

If anything, after years of paying close attention to the amazing charade-like nature inherent in right brain communication, I have developed a deep respect for this often overlooked and easily dismissed portion of our being.

This silent partner who - though without conscious voice - guides, counsels and intuits every man, woman and child from birth to grave.

In conclusion, I'd like to add that though it may be eons before the seeming mystery of what alien abduction dreams truly represent - self, other or some bizarre combination thereof - it is a highly rewarding, often fascinating hobby to keep a dream journal. If you've never done so, or for whatever reason abandoned the practice, now is the time to begin anew.

Especially if you have reason to suspect/fear/desire that you may have been *contacted* - so to speak.

All I ask, ... well, strongly suggest ... is that you keep a level head, good sense of humor and a large grain of salt on hand at all times.

Even IF our minds are not accessible to alien beings, soul guides, angels or what have you, at least we may access our ever faithful silent partner (the right brain) and be a little better off for having done so.

It's a strange world, after all.

Alien Reincarnation - A Completely New Twist

The subconscious, in its ability to creatively express itself - often in overlays so subtle that were one NOT paying attention and keeping a dream journal (which every student of the paranormal should make the effort to maintain a regular log of sorts) one would live their life oblivious to the deeper, hidden riches essentially at our fingertips - May sometimes unexpectedly bring forth some of these riches in the form of eurekas not ordinarily contemplated by the waking, conscious mind.

Think brain barf of the highest order.

Or better yet, for those less graphically inclined ... imagine an onion whereas each layer represents a facet of consciousness - the outer layer being our waking, working beta ego-self and the subconscious buried closer to the center of the self, where it must pass information through multiple barriers until it is finally *epiphany* received and understood (hopefully) by you and I.

Not an easy task, I might add.

Nonetheless. I've long had a standing interest in the western concept of reincarnation. And I use the adjective 'western' because there are variations galore on the whole 'born again' conundrum.

Now, being of a more academic bent with no allegiance to any structured belief system, it's easy for me to take paranormal experiences with a certain nonchalance that only comes when one hasn't the vested interest of a belief system to uphold/defend.

But I have to admit that the whole concept of birth/rebirth lays uncomfortably under my mental skin, like a burr in the saddle. It's not that I see any problem with energy being *recycled* as it were, rather - it is the alleged loss of memory that typically accompanies such recycling, which, in my opinion, seems like a loss of self hood in the most horrible sense. I don't want to forget my loved ones, my experiences and my accomplishments. I don't like the idea of some separate soul prancing merrily through time and space while *I* am reconciled to the back of the personality closet.

However.

I had an epiphany.

Or with less drama and fanfare, ... let us say I had the most amazing dream which opened up an entirely unique way to consider the workings of reincarnation, and in a way far more palatable to the incarnated ego (moi):
"... decades rolled back, and I was once again fourteen years old. Like a character in a play with full awareness of the roll he played, while consigned to do so only within the pre-defined perimeters of his actions - I knew myself to be far greater than the character I was *imprisoned* within.
I was *imprisoned* within this repeated 14 year old persona - ala Groundhog's Day - but what constrained my free will was something resembling a universal mathematics/sacred geometry set in stone - something I barely, dimly was aware of and powerless to affect.
I say "powerless", but it was the character that was powerless. It was entirely up to the buried self to deliberately or accidentally change the *equation* - for lack of a better term.
So, there I was. Repeating my 14Th year, which included major changes that had immense long term ratifications for the remainder of my waking life (me here) ... when suddenly my mother made a slight, innocuous alteration to the original script.
In that moment - I was FREE!!! Free and flushed with a greater understanding as to how reincarnation (perhaps) worked. It was giddy, and I shook with excitement as suddenly I was *released* from the bonds that had kept me chained to playing this role over and over again.
To my mother I joyfully exclaimed, "This time you didn't buy the couch! You made a subconscious choice to do something different and you have changed the probability! We are free to behave differently this time around, and I am going to try much harder to be a better daughter for you."

The crux of the matter was this: Somehow, someway, we (as humans incarnating) are each trapped within a certain pre-designed, laid out plan/script. And that we will repeat our roles, say in my case being born over and over again to the same parents, the same year, etc - until we are able to *break* a pattern or probability. Does this make sense?

These changes in probability occur not in our conscious minds, but rather in the subconscious or super conscious mind. We do not, or cannot abandon (escape) a role until we have "milked it" in as many ways as are productive (in some fashion that is currently beyond my ability to articulate).

We grow in ever-widening circles, so to speak.

Now, obviously, I cannot say with any certainty that this rather bizarre and outstanding dream contained any verifiable objective truth. I can, cautiously, say that it may contain a germ of factuality insomuch as it helps explain deja vu, premonitions, the sense of being overridden at times by an unknown higher self at the helm, and all other sorts of covert intuitions we are subject to as a species.

If nothing else, it's certainly an interesting take on an old chestnut - that is - reincarnation.
Thoughts?

Alien and Paranormal Experiments : Update 2

To recap, here is the main paranormal experiment I'm focusing on at the moment:

1) To garner proof (such as it is) that there does indeed exist soul guides/teachers and that I have one.

With the above goal uppermost in mind, last night prior to sleep and pre-hypnogogic, I did the following exercise (of my own concoction):

I pictured in my mind writing a letter, literally seeing myself write in large simple cursive text, carefully forming each letter character with a mental pen. This letter I addressed to SOUL GUIDE. In the body of this letter, I firmly declared my need/desire/demand for affirmation and all possible proof of the objective reality of such an entity. This was a somewhat slow and tedious process, but fortunately I was in the rare and perfect state of mind/body that it was easy to hold on to the mind awake - body relaxed awareness, even as the hypnogogic state was just a hair's breadth away.

How lucky is that?! Literally, I could feel the arrival of the hypnogogic state and yet was able to hover on the threshold while maintaining my conscious, beta awareness. Go team!

As I mentally finished up the letter (you've no idea just how tedious a process this was, mentally scripting each letter one by one), I then began the red emergency phone technique mentioned in a previous post regarding this particular experiment.

Then, when it came that I felt the hypnogogic state finally taking my consciousness over, along with the frequent (for me) inner mind's light and vibrations, I managed to combine all of it - the emergency phone, the yellow button, the letter, I spoke/thought/imaged the whole message at once ... one big information thought ball and let go.

Sleep had it's way with me.

Here was the resultant dream:
It was night, and I was walking the streets of our town. The buildings stood still and empty. I could see and feel the asphalt under my feet, and the brickwork of darkened shops stood out crisp and clear (parts of this dream were near lucid in sensory experience).

There were tall beings (!) about, pale humanoids placed here and there like sentient statues scattered sparsely about the town. They seemed like sentinels of some sort.

At home, my son was awaiting an interview for an employment opportunity, expecting to receive confirmation (!) via letter (!). When the letter finally did arrive, it was written in red pen and addressed to ME (!!!) (by Golly).

My son and I stood at our front door, me looking over his shoulder as together we read the letter. It was from a Mr. (something) Miller, with my name beneath (I don't know anyone named Miller in real life). The job opportunity was offered to me, and it was suggested that I write (or write/wrote a book).

There was more to the letter, but since reading is a left-brain faculty, it was difficult in my dream to do so. I'm amazed I was able to read as much as I did.

Now, whether or not this was merely a subconscious/subjective response to my pre-sleep directive, it would still seem to indicate some type of response to my set goal experiment.

Let's look for a moment at the choice of name Miller, at definitions for the word itself.
Miller: a person who owns or operates a mill
any moth with wings that look powdery or dusty
3 famous Millers were writers/authors (Henry, Arthur, Joaquin)
Another famous Miller was a stage comedian (Joe)
[I've been writing for years, and had my own humor column in our local newspaper]
Additionally, the act of milling is to, by force of grinding, to extract a substance generally used as a food substance (the "Loosh" aspect of energy feeding?)

So, as you can see, the use of the name 'Miller' may not have necessarily been a subconscious/subjective choice on my part. It does seem to point in an uncanny direction, doesn't it? And if the matter of selection was purely subjective on my part, how amazing is this that the brain can so beautifully co-mingle so many associative meanings via one single symbol. That feat in itself is certainly grounds ongoing study.

Anyway, I think I'm justified in thinking at the very least I'm making some successive headway in my experiment.

I forgot to mention that yesterday I'd also added to the process the imagery of a parcel man delivering a large box of tangible 'evidence' to my doorstep. Oddly enough, this morning UPS dropped off four separate parcels of books I've recently won.

Now, would that make the dream precognitive as well? Or a mirroring effect of my mental input into an objective format? If so, I need to quit dickering around with Soul Guides and start imaging large sums of cash ASAP.

Astral Travels 2

As mentioned per my previous post in conjunction with a couple of paranormal experiments I've recently began, there followed a wild dream containing benchmarks for what many of us may consider to be a Gray Alien Abduction or Close Encounter Type 4.

If you haven't already read my previous post, then I suggest you do so in order to understand the nature of #1 Paranormal Experiment (Which, in essence, is to "push" for some type of 'proof' of an actual Soul Guide via my own free will and choosing. To take matters into my own hands, so to speak. Just to see what - if anything - happens).

So in concluding my previous post, I mentioned a rather interesting dream and promised to write it up sometime later today. Here it is:

I dreamt I lived in a small brown brick home where I was in process of home repairs and beautifying. Unexpectedly, my home became invaded by a chaotic 'family' of destructive, sloppy habits who totally undid or made messes of all my hard work. I was very distressed at these 'guests' and happily anticipated the time when they would take their leave. I remember they had perhaps three small children who annoyed me no end; they were into everything and completely wild, unmanageable.

There came one night in the midst of this chaos, what my mind saw as a kidnapping of sorts. A blond woman (me???) was taken from her bed and somehow, for some unknown reason, I was to blame for this and it was 'my' responsibility to set things right. Somehow I had failed to do something required of me (surprise, surprise ... sigh).

The next thing I knew, I was in the midst of what I can only describe as a criminal headquarters (or underground element). Something hidden and covert that ran things behind the scenes. I had a slip of paper in my hand and approached the tall dark thin man in charge of this group, who stood behind a table while overseeing his operations. I was not really afraid, in that sense, but I was very respectful and apologetic, fully aware that I had somehow erred.

I said to the man, as he bent over and took the paper from me to examine it, "I really appreciate your giving me this second chance". And I was sincere in my statement, though now I have no idea what I really meant nor why I said such a thing.

He was firm, but quietly agreeable and led me to know that whatever it was would be 'taken care of'. Relieved, I then joked to him that (referring to this slip of paper that seemed to have numbers printed on it) "he really should scan those things".

Beyond this dream, there were other unrelated (I assume) bits and segments, but was the major dream from last night, following my first attempt at my experiment in pushing my Soul Guide for any type of tangible (!) proof of his/her existence.

I'm very curious to see where this pushing and forced imagery will lead. I can say that I've seen several 'mirror' numbers today, such as 52 (on digital displays they looked similar to a mirror effect).

However, back to the dream itself, you can easily see those benchmarks suggestive of what we could term a Close Encounter or Alien Abduction, as well as anything else - I suppose:
The three wild children
The kidnapping (out of bed no less)
The feeling of invasion
The meeting with a tall overseer
AS well as my 'notion' of having been given a 'second chance' after an error of some sort.

Now I'm just more stubborn than ever ... :D

A Scheduled Meeting With The Dead

VISITING WITH THE DEAD:



Now, here follows a strange experience up for consideration. This is, or rather was, a dream I've kept private up until now, because it reveals the dynamics of an uncomfortable relationship with my adopted mother.



First, let me give you a little background information regarding my mother and myself. I was adopted at age 2 1/2. I was an 'only' child, as my parent's natural children (3) were all deceased by the time of my adoption. My new parents were wonderful, I was very well taken care of and undoubtedly loved & wanted.



However, there was also a thread of strangeness, one I've never been able to unwind, to answer to my satisfaction. (Which is a topic unto itself, and not necessarily pertinent to the subject at hand).

Nonetheless, my adoptive mother died when I was age 11, due to a major heart attack. She was 45. Three days after her death, she appeared to me in a dream, coming in through our front door. Even though I dreamed, I knew she was dead. Her silence, her altered appearance, her very presence terrified me so I hid. I refused to come forward and greet her.



Oddly, for the next 35 years I did not dream of her. I did not see her. In fact, while considering the numerous dreams of 'the dead' I was experiencing on a fairly regular basis (and still do) - those other loved ones and close friends who did visit in my dreams - my mother's absence was almost conspicuous.



Now, my adopted mother did not abuse me in any manner, shape or form. We spent a great deal of time together, as it was. She taught me the basics of art, she taught me to appreciate classical literature by the time I was nine, to the point I was reading grades beyond my level, with a high comprehension such that I was placed in a program (VIS) for very intelligent students. All this I attribute to my mother's influence.

There is so much more to tell, as my mother's life, above and beyond her relationship with me, was mysterious in ways I've yet to unravel. I wish I'd asked more questions when I was a child, but now it is too late. And in case you may wonder, my adoptive father is also deceased, and so the family door has swung closed.


There is no one left to question.


So. Years and years, as they are apt to do, have passed since I lost my mother. Then, in a remarkable dream, and via a type of arbitrator, I am given an opportunity to 'schedule' a meeting with my mother. I was fully aware she was deceased, but no longer fearful. Yet, as much as I wanted to meet with her, I could sense ... not a misunderstanding ... but a certain tension that stood between us. An unknown wall.



But I agreed to the meeting, and it actually took 'time' (real time, btw) for this meeting to be arranged. I was to meet my mother at such and such a time, at the park, and at least one invisible 'other' would be present to monitor the situation, to escort my mother to this place where the two of us could be visible to each other, to communicate. A way station comes to mind. Or a breach between two worlds. This detail in itself was strange, and is hard to precisely communicate to the reader. But details such as this were, are important. Looking back now, it seemed that there were perhaps four of us present at this meeting. My mother and her invisible escort, myself and my guide/or invisible escort.



And so I arrived at the park, via a bizarre dream state. I was a little tense, a little uncertain. There sat my mother and this invisible presence I was barely aware of (I saw her escort as a faint, fuzzy lighted blur - a smudged ghost would be a good description). Not coincidentally, the two of them sat at a card table, and now I realize it was a replica of the old lightweight wooden card table my mother
used when she was alive and would conduct a seance, to make the 'table' rise, and answer questions with knocks "once for yes, twice for no".



Anyway, my 'guide' stood back, watching, and I approached the card table and took my seat. I will never forget those few, hesitant steps to the table. Or the strangeness of my mother's appearance. I'd like to say that she looked beatific, that she looked youthful and glowed with health and vitality, and exuded love through her very pores. But the 'reality' was different than that, and defied words to describe:



1) She was overlayed, different and much, much more than my mother ever was. She had a depth of being far beyond the ego/personality I once knew. As if I had only known the surface, the human shell, and here sat a soul dense with the mass of greater experience. She was changed. This is so hard to get across, but even though her appearance was human, she was unfathomably more. And not in any way we are often given to suppose. It was high strangeness to say the least.



2) Basically, she resembled (and only such) her mortal appearance, yet she was slimmer, her hair reddish (gone was the gray) and she was serious in a way I cannot understand. And so we looked at one another. We stared.



3) And in this staring, we communicated (of a sort) without thought, without language. There was no sense of ESP or telepathy in the commonly used manner. The communication took place by the very closeness of our proximity to one another, and through the eyes. I 'felt' that whatever it was that had been communicated, that did transpire between the two of us, it somehow bypassed my ego awareness. Sadly, the wall - whatever it was - was not breached/healed by this meeting.



4) I had the notion that somehow, aside from being a gift of sorts, this meeting was also an experiment. I want to say a 'failure', but I am given to state that it was a 'disappointment'. More had been expected.

And honestly, even though I had been given a wonderful childhood, had never been mistreated or neglected, I was relieved to put this meeting with my mother behind me.

Here, as an aside, is the only other dream I've had of my mother besides the one immediately following her death AND the meeting I've described above (for a mere total of three dreams in 40 years). This dream took place roughly five years prior to the 'meeting' dream.

My adoptive father had just passed away. I had to travel out of state to attend his funeral. Driving all night, I reached my destination in the wee hours of morning, with only a few hours remaining to grab a little sleep before it was time to get busy with the visitation.

And so it was that at 3:00 a.m. on the morning of my father's visitation/funeral I had a completely unexpected dream. I saw my father standing before me in the living room where my body lay sleeping, and he said to me, "Tell everyone I will be there at the funeral. But they won't recognize me because I will be dressed funny" (was dad speaking metaphorically referring to his soul/new form as strange/funny?). Anyway, after dad told me this, I noticed there on the far side of the couch, silent and unobtrusive but obviously in attendance on my father, sat the figure of my mother. Waiting and watching while dad conducted his 'business' with me.

Both parents appeared younger, thinner, recognizable yet vastly different. And as far as my father went, I had no sense, no awareness of his ego being 'overlayed' as I described my mother's as having been. Then again, there lay an interim of 33 years between their deaths.

So in conclusion, and at the time of this post, while I have had numerous dreams in which I have seen, spoke and received instruction from my father, I've yet to dream again of my mother.

Will we meet, scheduled or not, again in this lifetime?

I've really no idea.

Gray Aliens and Cats: Screen Memories

How many of you suspect that encountering cats in your dreams are cover memories of Gray Alien interfaces? I know I'm not the first person to wonder such ...



Owls, bats, deer and cats seem to be the most commonly suspected screen memories. To this I emphatically add bugs such as bees, wasps, and the notorious praying mantis. Sounds crazy, right? Is it the relationship to the eyes, I wonder ... (long suffering sigh inserted here).



Granted, besides the eye thing, the only other common denomination that comes to my mind is the nocturnal angle - but that doesn't hold true for the deer. And when bugs are tossed into the gray alien brew, what are we to make of that?



Nocturnal, immensely eyed, fast, rapid all come to mind.



And our minds must select these screens for a reason. Remember, we can blame aliens all we want for supposedly enforced screen memories, but it is our BRAIN that selects what we see. We, the you and I of the matter, do NOT. If you don't believe me, do a little research on the eye-brain connection. The images we see are already decided upon before we get to actually 'see' them.



So. Nothing like being the slow man in the race. And, more importantly, the main gist of the matter is that we cannot completely trust the images we see to be factual representations of reality, awake OR asleep.

Then how can we ever hope to fully know what is what?

Beats the heck outta me.

The only idea I have, is per what I do (obviously) ... which is to look for common denominators and dissect experiences under the microscope of critical thinking. Too bad critical thinking is not a hallmark feature of the Close Encounter experience.

Ditto on the sigh. And back to cats in dreams: now, I do know from a few of my dreams as well as those of others, sometimes these cats will be duplicates of our own pet (e.g. In your dream you may realize that these images only look like your pet. You might come to this awareness on your own, by viewing your original cat elsewhere in the dream. There will be multiple versions present, and this illogical multiplicitude can be enough to stimulate your critical faculties).

One individual was led by multiple images of his cat to a spaceship waiting in a darkened cornfield. Another person experienced his cat staring intently in his eyes, looming closer and closer in a seeming attempt to merge with his dreaming consciousness. The later close encounter experience further revealed an additional attempt to 'trick' the observer into 'following' his pet. The nightmarish, confusing and illogical stage alerted the experiencer into a greater left-brain state of questioning the images he was given to see, which resulted in a 'morphing' (so to speak) of his pet into a type of fast moving, bug-eyed, pale and diminutive being who was trying to lead him out of his home.

I know in one particular dream of mine, I was desperately trying to find and rescue my beloved dog. This search and rescue took place in a surreal circus-styled environment. Finally, out of sheer frustration and (amazingly enough) left-brain disbelief, I asked persons unseen, "are you making me see these images of my dog?" - to which I was given an affirmative response (I think it important to add here that there was no apparent covert intention to deceive on the part of these unknown orchestrators. It was just 'the way things were').

So do make the effort, should you have the time and ability to recall the minutia of your dreams, to take especial note of any absurdities or potential screen images. Look beneath the surface. Close encounters and/or dreams are similar to an onion - many layered, closely condensed.

Always ask questions of the entities or puppet masters whenever possible.

Astral Travels 1

My sleep last night was sketchy at best. I seemed to drift in and out of dreams, hovering on the edge of lucidity. Body at rest, mind awake. Somewhere in the night one of my two cats joined me in bed, claimed the pillow ... and I briefly spoke aloud, not to the pet, but in conjunction with a conversation I was having in my dreams. Thereafter my consciousness slid into the hypnopompic state, an oily, glassen stage on which the subjective and objective selves held hands and swirled in unchained harmony, a waltz of the mind unlike any other.





So. We know the labels, we're familiar with the logistics, the mechanics and clinical appraisals of dreams, imaginal states, lucid dreams, sleep paralysis, hypnogogic and hypnopompic. The hallucinations of mind, the firing of neuron transmitters, and those chemicals driving mental/physical activity. We are familiar with night terrors, the incubus and succubus, the 'old hag' syndrome. We understand the theory of archetypes and the collective/uncollective consciousness, ad nauseum.





Our doctors, psychologists, clinicians and research experts can near-duplicate the mysteries of an out of body experience (OBE), and would reduce the nature of consciousness to the mundane level of a cheeseburger given half a chance.





But I think thus: inasmuch as man can dissect the intricate workings of the brain, replicate the wave spectrum of a rainbow, or predictably measure the time it takes for a solar eruption to bombard the Earth's surface with simply gallons of pions ... does not reduce nor fully explain the majesty of the experience. We can explain these things, sometimes, and even go so far as to reasonably replicate, but what we cannot do is understand the why. HOW - we somewhat understand, but many 'whys' are yet a mystery.





With my mini-rant so expressed, I'd like to add that there remains far more we have yet to understand, to discover. And while our experts trip all over their PhD.s in an effort (and a valiant effort I must concur) to reduce every single thing to an irreducible, finite label ... we are rather missing the point in many cases, as well as falling prey to the allure of circular reasoning.





In essence, those who have experienced the profound and have danced in the halls of consciousness, know fully well that something beyond man's recognition beckons down the passageways of the mind. We've been there, we know. There is more, Horatio ...





So. While I really don't disparage the works of those who try to dissect and label the mysteries of the mind (and believe me, I am all for left-brain rational analysis - even though at this moment I sound just the opposite), neither do I think reductionism is the answer, either. There is a reason we do, think, feel and experience these byways of consciousness ... and the reason might not begin and end with matters of the material world.





We . Do. Not. Know. What. Lies. Beyond.





I am a very curious little monkey. I want to know. And I imagine I am not alone in this thirst for knowing. And my whole, entire point is that I think it fully as important to understand the message, rather than the just the envelope which houses it.





I am going to do my best, along with other gray alien and Sapient5 type postings (and whatever else happens to pop up on my mental doorstep), to keep a running diary of sorts for any dream, altered states of consciousness activity. I promise to keep any naughty dreams to myself (sorry, folks lol) (like I'm lucky enough to have any in the first place!).





For the interested, these posts will hence be labeled "Astral Travels" - because it summarizes the dream state as well as any other label ;)

10/21
It seemed that as soon as my head hit the pillow, the hypnogogics came on rather fast. On occasion I 'pray' (of a sort) prior to sleep, maybe I just think about God (whom I privately refer to as Source), or conduct my own little one-sided conversation with Him.

So, having gotten comfortable, no sooner had I began my prayer and thought Source, than I instantly had the bright, white light flash before my inner eye.

Still fully conscious, I wasn't as yet ready to slip into the hypnogogic state. I kept mentally pulling back and starting over. Every time I did, however, the white light was back. (I haven't had the vibrations for a while, which is unusual for me. They are nearly a constant feature of my pre-sleep state. Not sure what is different of late?)

Eventually there was no escaping the white light. I had the feeling it was 'up close and personal', and waiting for me. I'd give my eye teeth to know exactly what the White Light (in caps here) actually represents. Labels need not apply.

As an aside, most frequently the White Light appears in the left side of my mind's eye (forehead region). This particular time, it was head-on, directly bulls-eye center of the forehead.

Dangerous Ghosts - Caution and Common Sense and The Famous Zombie Word Alert

(Time once again to get serious, resume 'work' and lay further foundation for the next round of paranormal exploration - The Sapient5)

Make no mistake: Whatever, whoever or however ghosts may be, they are real, as such, and sometimes pose a danger to those who chance within their range of interface.

Beyond the mere creation of tulpas/energetic thought forms - ghosts, at least those possessed with a modicum of self awareness and freedom of action, may exhibit envy of the living, confusion as regards their etheric state, and a deeply egotistic need to re-establish their place within the material/physical world.

However, as evidenced by right-brained dominant dream behavior by those of us still 'living', many ghosts may have little to no control in the sense of rational, logical and deductive reasoning skills necessary to successfully 'cope' within their new found plane of existence. They are hampered by the right side of the mirror-state of consciousness, and may require weeks, months, years, eons to fully grasp the mechanics required to operate within the astral (for lack of a better term) realm. When we consider how difficult it is for most of us to conduct ourselves with any degree of logical, left-brained behavior within our nightly dreams, so may the same hold true for humanity's deceased.

This is more important than many of the living realize, for one day they, too, shall walk** within these same etheric shoes and face the same dilemma. It is crucial now, while we are yet alive, that we learn to successfully negotiate the darkened corridors of the mind, how to tame and harness our emotions, and how to correctly recognize/read the metaphoric language of the right brain hemisphere - for we will surely 'flip' sides of the consciousness coin once our last breath has expired. Reality, as experienced by man's current state of consciousness, operates as a mirror device. The yin/yang; the primal dichotomy; the indrawn and outdrawn breath of God.

So then, with a greater understanding of the mechanics of death, and where we will someday find ourselves, what is it that makes a ghost, shade, spook, potentially dangerous to the living? It is precisely this right brain dominated state of operation, for there is less the influence of left brain rationality imposed upon the ego.

Consider the near manic height, the extreme of emotion as occasionally experienced in dreams. If we were to exhibit this degree of raw emotional response on a daily, waking beta state - we would be delusional at best and psychotic at worst. Emotions - in the dream state - are of such an unshackled variety, so raw with anguish, the intensity so unbearable as to render our morning awakenings a relief, an escape if you will. Now imagine that this emotional extreme was your normal, everyday modus operandi ...

That, I believe, is the danger - the inherent difficulty - of interfacing with the Dead, at least some of them. For whatever reason, (aside from the energetic recordings/playbacks and other non-sentient 'ghostly' interfaces), many of humanity's dead simply cannot be properly reasoned with. Literally, they may have truly 'lost' their ability TO reason. They no longer have access to their left brain faculties.

For these beings, the mirror is reversed. What was left becomes right, and so forth.

The solution, if such can be said, would be to gently, persistently stimulate the left brain functions of the deceased, and downplay the sensationalistic, emotion-inducing tactics displayed by the naive, curiosity seeking ghost hunter. Simply put, do not add more fuel to the fire. Do not feed the right brain state of the ghost, keep one's own emotions under tight check, and remain cool/calm.

Personally, I cringe whenever I see or hear about someone taunting or engaging in otherwise provocative behavior when they are trying to 'flush out' a suspected ghost. Such behavior would be deemed disrespectful, rude and aggressive by any living individual, and certainly cannot be appreciated by those who are not. Because, whether living or dead, people are still people - let's remember that from now on.

A final word of caution: in my opinion, the height of folly and irresponsible behavior comes about when we prowl around in sanitariums, prisons, abandoned hospitals and such in our quest for ghosts. These souls were ill/unpredictable/dangerous when alive. Death, with its tendency to flip consciousness, may not have improved matters any.

A little common sense seems to be in order.

Updated 9/3/2009:

I realize that some of my readers may not have a full understanding regarding the mirror state of consciousness in specific, nor the mirror state of reality in general. In all seriousness, I cannot recommend enough that interested individuals (or those who suspect they may have experienced interfaces with the deceased) familiarize themselves with this phenomenon of consciousness.

A truly excellent book on the subject, one of the best known to me and far more elucidating than my postings could ever hope to be, is called The Lost Secret of Death by Peter Novak. In absolute honesty, if one could ever hope to attain a rock-bottom foundation on which to build a sincerely educated understanding of the paranormal field, Mr. Novak's book is a must-have starting point. (as a quick aside, please check out my list of recommended books - there are many worthwhile ones on this list)

Furthermore, should an interested reader wish to validate the mirror state (or Binary Soul Doctrine) for himself, it is a simple matter best accomplished by paying the closest of attentions to any and all details as remembered in one's dreams. Given sufficient recollection, one will then notice/remember many suggestions of 'reversal'. E.g. - if one is short and plump with black hair in 'waking life', one may see themselves as tall, thin and blonde. And so forth.

Whether or not this yin/yang mirror phenonema is indicative of the true workings of reality, or simply how man's consciousness experiences reality, is a matter of debate (and a subject of no little import, in my opinion). I could go on, but I'll save this one for later postings ~

** Zombie Word Alert: While most humans can easily discern in advance an approaching zombie by his stiff, erratic gate, and thus seek a proper zombie-reinforced shelter or simply run like heck, behavioral scientists have recently noted a rather unfortunate similarity between the 'zombie walk' and pop-music enthusiasts clumsy rendition of 'walk like an Egyptian' dance moves. This mis-identification has led to several avoidable mishaps with shotguns, and as such, has led to a bill currently under consideration in Congress to ban dances such as The Funky Chicken, Egyptian Dance, The Frug, The Swim, and may go so far as to include The Mosh. Please write your local congressperson to protect your rights to simulate the Undead, as proposed under Article 1221-457 of the Anti-Zombie Act of 1997. Thank you.

Are WE the Gray Aliens? AND the Famous Zombie Word Alert!

THE GRAYS IN HUMAN CLOTHING:

Following a recent conversation with an acquaintance whom I'll call Jeff, I felt impelled to consider the Gray Aliens from an entirely different angle than that of the one I've been pursuing. Yet, from this particular point of view, while the modus operandi remains the same, the motive - the true purpose behind the alien enigma, takes on a completely new spin**.

Jeff's close encounters, dreams, intuitions and strangely channeled information, all give him fair reason to conclude that mankind (or at the least, the alien experiencers) are actually, albeit unknowingly, themselves Grays in disguise.

This is Jeff's take on the situation:
When the aliens tell us that the abduction (as we humans call it) program is beneficial to both they and us, they are not lying. It is the truth, but not in the manner most ufologists suspect. There is indeed a breeding program in place, as well as multiple other programs, but all within a central purpose of ... not 'forced' evolution... 'controlled' is what comes to my mind. The Gray Aliens, and we who are part of this program, do what is to be done in order to carry out a type of physical life extension, which is currently, in this cosmic neck of the woods, so to speak, centrally focused upon the primate/homo sapiens lifeform, as it comes closest to approximating our needs, which is to find a physical 'home' through which our energies may be extended. This is difficult to put into precise terms... okay, we are all energy. Even a rock is energy. But energy can become self-aware. And once this happens, the self-aware energy seeks to advance its consciousness, and this is best carried out through an advanced series of physical creatures. I'm still not saying this quite right. The human animal is self-aware in its own right, understand. But, by our inhabitation, we help further its own performance and evolution - we speed it up, I think - and we also help ourselves along the way. The Gray Alien 'form' is not necessarily on its last legs, as many think, but it is on its last legs as far as ... well... there's no farther for it to 'grow' or evolve, at least with the genetics which govern it. And it's been tested and re-tested many times. So, again, this is very hard to put into correct words, but I think they try to help me in getting this right. That is why we are given to think, often with the wrong conclusions, that humans are 'chosen' or special, or told that they have agreed to this. Because the alien part of them has. It is the combination of alien and human that is unaware of this, or the conscious human mind.
There has to be a 'fit' or a blending of some sorts, a working relationship or harmony between the two. And that works better, for both the human animal and the Grays, because the primate/human mind is currently in the state of evolution that it is. With what you have called dichotomous. At one time it wasn't so divided. But with this 'division', the human is able to function in his own right, without the distraction (consciously) of this other program taking place. So the Grays can work, not so much in secrecy, in 'peace and quiet', I guess, at solving what is really a type of scientific problem (although their science is not as ours) without unnecessarily upsetting or depriving the human animal of its own basic right to life.
Don't get me wrong. The Gray Aliens are not the human subconscious, but they can operate within it. Am I making sense? And don't think that they are invading people, or anything like that. They are just one of multiple forms of intelligent life - and life, as it becomes more intelligent, loses much of what we call emotions and desire - not that it becomes like a robot or anything, I guess it just matures in some way, and as it evolves, it sees a bigger and bigger picture. And life really doesn't die, it only changes. So the Grays are changing, too. And they know, as much as they can, that what they do is successful, and will succeed, because their experience and view of time is longer than ours.
Now, I don't know if human beings, at least as we know humans to be, are going to be around for another 5 minutes or 5 million years. I can't grasp it all, maybe my mind can't process it, or I don't know if I'm even processing this correctly to begin with. But I do believe, if people would only try harder, it would make the whole program and evolution thing go a lot faster.

And, this is really a tough one to explain, but there are at least three 'points' of evolution going on, just within this one particular program with the human form. The original primate/human animal is the first point, the Gray Alien energetic form is the second, and the combined ego/personality of the 'enhanced' human is the third. Oh, this is so hard to explain right. All is one, but consciousness can and does divide itself. And many times more than this.
There are other forms working on this program as well. In one way, and one way only, we - the humans involved, are not really any different from the Nordics, Reptilians or any of the other many, many lifeforms that occupy this Galaxy. It's a big universe. And it's all okay. It really is. The best thing for anyone to do, is to do the best they can do, no matter what their circumstances are. If you think of it in terms of having a soul, or being a soul, then we are all souls. All of us. We're just dressed differently than others, that's all. But what we dress ourselves in, affects how we think and make decisions, and react to situations. There is a lot of misunderstanding in this area. Too many people get caught up in things. Humans love gossip and the thrill of danger, and the ego is very strong. None of these things are bad, mind you, but they can easily lead people to false conclusions. It's really all okay, and we worry too much.

Well, who can say with certainty what is and what isn't? But this did make me think back to a few days after I had my own personal close encounter, which I have written about and can assure you was as real as I can possibly believe. I'm being 100% honest here when I state that to the best of my objectivity, I woke up and caught a disturbingly thin, huge eyed, faintly green glowing Gray-type being moving up and across my body in the middle of the night. But, as I was preparing to say, just a few days later I had a dream, in which I saw what was moving across my body to be a double of myself. I've often wondered what that dream was trying to convey. Is it possible that what I took to be a Gray Alien life form was actually a facet of my own being? My true self coming 'home' to rest after a night out doing God Knows What, God Knows Where and with God Knows Whom?

The plot, like a good pudding, continues to thicken.
** Zombie Word Alert: While little is known about the actual physiology of your average zombie, it has been noted, however, that many zombies display a tendency towards motion sickness, and will go out of their way to avoid those situations suggestive of vertigo. Physicians suspect the problem may lay in the construct (or lack thereof) of the Undead ear canal, in so much as certainly vital parts are lacking due to rot, decay, fungal growths, dismemberment and poor personal hygiene. When dating a zombie, it is best to avoid carnival rides (especially the Bullet), video games with motion intense graphics like GTA, playing spin the bottle, and anything to do with 70's Disco. Thank you.

Close Encounters

GRAY ALIENS, LIGHT BEINGS AND SPIRIT GUIDES:



While it's very difficult to categorize those mysterious beings who pop up unexpectedly in our dreams, our hypnopompics and the rare moments of waking reality shifts, nearly everyone I've known, when given pause for consideration, admits to having encountered at least one of these entities, to one degree or another, in one fashion or another.



Here are a few interesting close encounters with unknown entities, make of them what you will:



1) Initial conscious viewpoint from deep in space, looking across and down through the distance at what looked like a gigantic space station - shaped like a jack, but only two lengths that crossed, balls or hubs on each of the four ends. In the center where the lines crossed there was a larger central hub, but that was not where we were headed. Found myself inside one of the smaller end hubs, was being briefed or reviewed by a quasi-military type entity. To my right was a moderately sized window/portal out of which I could see the stars in space. This uptake was a preliminary to the important meeting scheduled to follow. Exited the small hub, walked down a long corridor and arrived at another room, slightly larger in scale, where I was to meet with my overseer or commander, of sorts. I sat down at the desk where he awaited me. We had work/plans/a schedule to go over. He asked me many questions, of which I remembered none. There were no windows or portals in this room. His back was to the 'outside', and I faced him across the desk with my back to the door. Both men had a mildly serious, business-like demeanor. I was just there for a routine 'check-in', although I had the feeling I was given as much time and respect as any other ???, even if the meeting was only a routine one. I was expected to give a type of report (on my physical embodiment on planet Earth?). It was part of my duty.

2) On a different planet, though a water world such as Earth. The structure, a large multi-roomed bilevel one, lays at the shore in a natural declivity, in a dip surrounded on one side by medium sized rock and sandy cliffs. I can see the green waters faintly lapping at the swath of shore just outside the glass front of the building I am in. Haven't been here in a while. I'm waiting, along with a handful of other females, two are pregnant (expecting? verb?) the same as myself, the third had recently delivered. I comment that the last time we'd met, she was still pregnant. (did not know any of these women in 'real life', nor was I pregnant in reality - thank God lol). It had certainly been a while. We were all very casual, waiting our appointments/assignments. Finally a tall being, a Gray Alien, came for me. I was given the task of preparing drinks for a group of three (sigh, always three) female Grays. I became upset and apologetic over the excessive amount of 'time' it took me to physically complete this task, time was simply not as I was used to. But the Tall and female Grays took this in stride, to them it was normal, and I wasn't to worry about it. To me, it felt like they had all the time in the world at their disposal. I continued to 'serve' them.

3) I did not like this event, even though at some level I knew it was staged, constructed to convey a message and, at the same time, to manipulate me while gauging my reactions. There were multiple, valid reasons for the image/event I found myself in. I had refused to marry/join/unite with someone. I was being threatened into doing so. There were suddenly hundreds of strangely-eyed cats, all of which seemed feral and insane, and whoever it was that threatened me began destroying these creatures before my eyes. I was terrified he would harm my real beloved pet, so in fear I screamed out that 'yes, I would agree to the union, as long as my pet remained unharmed'.

4) In the company of a Light Being. He is explaining things to me, asking questions. Pointing out objects I believe myself to be viewing and asking me if I understand 'why' I am seeing the forms that I am. I am seeing us in the midst of a field covered in snow, there is a low fence that separates this field from the road. I reply yes, I do understand the meaning behind the imagery. For example, I see snow because the process we must undergo to enter and exit the flesh is 'cold', very cold. It is a basic, scientific transmutation of energy, and as such, creates the sensation/mental translation of cold, snow, ice.

Dreams and the Mind After Death

IS REALITY A FOCUS OF CONSCIOUSNESS?



Today my thinking cap has been firmly planted on the borderland between the world of dreams and the world of Reality with a capital R. This is due in part to a rather unusual dream I had in the wee hours of morning, one that I was abruptly awakened out of - hence my recall may have been sharper than what normally entails.



Admittedly, we are all in agreement as to what constitutes waking, hands-on reality. There is an unspoken, general consensus of long standing (a gentleman's agreement, if you will) that any experience not of the objective or externally generated is not really 'Real'. Our philosophers and psychologists allow for a little wiggle room when they use terms such as 'subjectively real' or 'internally generated', to label dreams, delusions, hallucinations or any other state of mind which cannot be validated by events in The Real World.



And you can't blame them; the very nature of our dichotomous brain system does not allow for a 'grey' state - things are either black or white, here nor there, real or imaginary. But I think we need to do a wee bit more wiggling, and take a long, healthy stretch into some of this uncharted territory. Such as dreams in general, and my dream in particular.



In the interest of brevity, the apex of MY morning dream was that of finding myself (with the typical and accepted invisible other or doppelganger present to my left - most of you know what I mean by this)... anyway, finding myself and he/she poised in front of a low, rocky area, through the middle of which ran a frothing, active tributary of water which grew narrower and narrower the further away from us it rushed. It was as if we stood at the mouth of a rocky, watery aperture. There was a wind, so brilliantly alive that we were engulfed in mist and rivulets of damp. Strewn here and there were beautiful homes set amongst the low cliffs, the most attractive of which lay at the furthest end from us, where the water and rock narrowed to a point from which these energies were being emitted.



Everything was so naturally colored, so alive and life-like, complete with detailed sensations of both wind and water buffeting my 'body' - (and mind you, this was not a hyper-reality, where the senses are super heightened, this appeared no different to the senses than waking life). But when I saw this beautiful home situated there at the entrance point, I actually began to cry in my dream. I could feel the gentle tears gather at my eyes to drip down on one check and that is the God's Honest Truth. [while I have had dreams wherein I've ranted, panicked, screamed, yelled, and so forth, I have never had a life-like experience of actual, 'normal' tears. I think this is the first time I've cried in a dream and felt the wet. And no, there were no tears or moisture present on my face when I awoke.]

Now, if one can dream and not know the difference -either upon the moment or later reflection - between Reality or Other, then who is to say what is really Real with a capital R? If for just one moment we shelve the bias of general consensus that demands all Reality must be objective in origin, what else is left us to declare one state more valid than another? If the mind/soul cannot tell the difference, then, to all intent and purpose, is there actually a difference?

Maybe the difference is only a matter of preference or of focus?

There have been many learned individuals who hold that Reality with a capital R, is no more or less than a dominance of whichever brain hemisphere is doing the driving. Seth, aka Jane Roberts, noted more than once that after death the hemispheres switched places (and here we have the mirror effect at work - AGAIN!). According to Seth, after we are 'dead', it is our right brain hemisphere that becomes the dominant partner, while the left (logic, reason, reading and writing) hemisphere become the submissive, silent partner. This makes no small sense when we consider that dreams, ghosts, aliens, and anything else from the land of subjective carries with it a proclivity for metaphor and symbolism (as does the right brain hemisphere).

So, taking this idea a step further, if we deny the 'reality' validity of the dream world, of the subjective state, aren't we also denying half of Reality with a capital R, itself? To do so would be akin to denying all that is experienced as cold (ice, snow, and so forth) and to state with bias that only that which is warm is Reality.


We may have to re-shift our conceptions of what is real and what is not, and perhaps the sooner the better. By the very nature of our prejudice, we may actually be in denial of half of our cosmic existence - no matter how well intended we may be in so doing.


I have to consider if there really is no line of demarcation between in and out, between life and 'death', between subjective and objective. I suspect these may be merely the rather poor divisions set in place by an already divided brain system.

A final thought. If there is no borderland, no actual demarcation or point A vs Point B, then the adage is true that the dead are here with us. Or as the aliens have remarked, "you are always here (with us)". There is only ONE arena, one true reality that encompasses both the subjective and objective. There is only ONE world and it is our less-than-perfect minds that only THINK there is a distinction (and relay this erroneous perception back at us).


Dreams are fascinating, whether one's own or that of others. And if Seth was correct, then we are going to have one mess on our hands when our time comes to die, and we must suddenly confront the other half of the coin that never was a half at all. Can you imagine learning to gauge and react and manipulate within a world that is right brained dominate? Where metaphor and symbolism are the norm, and language/detail are not? What a misadventure that will be! And it lays in wait for all of us.


Is there a way out? Yes...

The Reptilian Humanoid

REPTILIANS - The Ancient Aliens

Human mytho abounds with legends of serpent kings, ancient bloodlines and reptilian humanoids who walk on two legs. As I've previously mentioned, it is reasonable to assume that as planet Earth had her saurian hey-day, so must others of those earth-like planets our galaxy is thought to contain.

Life as we know it may follow a template of sorts; possibly elsewhere there exists not one but any number of multiple eco-spheres where mammals did not enjoy the luck of the draw as experienced on Earth. Planets where reptilians continued to dominate, evolve and flourish -albeit in a different manner than that on Earth.

Coincidentally or not, from Genesis or farther back into the misty annals of time, mankind has suffered a love-hate relationship with reptiles. Always has there been a fearful reverence for the snake, the lizard and we dream of powerful beings who strut on two legs, carry themselves with the arrogance of petty gods, and enjoy a powerful strength which puny man can never hope to attain.

Oddly enough, there have been multiple instances of close encounter experiencers (CEEs) who under natural or hypnotically induced recall, have found themselves inhabiting a reptilian or humanoid form, and, perhaps more importantly, undergo an alteration of their personality ego. While this could be no more or less than confabulation, telepathic suggestion on the part of the hypnotist, racial memory recall and other such mundane causes, it is noteworthy to consider how closely these 'psychic transformations' resemble one another.

The alien abductee or CEE finds himself possessed of the feel and imagery of a largely powerful creature, he may express disdain toward his physically human counterpart, he may impart information about a species interbreeding with our own (much to his disgust, it should be added) and otherwise behaves with all the aspects of a lordly creature forced to endure the rather trying experience of being set in amongst a band of illiterate peasants, who are barely worth his time and trouble. This reptilian counterpart seems to be operating under the instructions or agenda of his superiors, and has in some fashion agreed to 'interbreed' or inhabit his earthly shell. There is also the sense of repressed power and strength, and one such subject remarked how beautifully constructed he felt his alien feet to be!

Persons have privately reported to me dreams and hypnogogics wherein they, too, found themself inhabiting a reptilian form with an associated alteration of personality traits. One such individual remarked he was able to maintain multiple view points, able to experience himself as both the humanoid and the human.

In other dream-like sequences, others as well as myself have encountered that which I can only describe as incredibly ancient fossil or saurian type creatures whom were immediately telepathic in the sense that they had instantaneous awareness of the emotional nature and intention of what the dreamer was thinking, and these reptilian fossil humanoids were able to react with lightning speed, and seemed quite predatory in their actions. What is important to consider for a moment, is that if these images were little more than subconscious fears manifesting as iconic dinosaurs, as movies akin to Jurassic Park would seem to suggest, then why would these symbols be seen as living fossils or skeletons? Why not a fully fleshed slavering T-Rex and be done with it?

The metaphor of a fossilized reptilian humanoid at once points towards something incredibly old, something thought to be extinct, something resurrected. Remember always, the right brain uses imagery and plays a game of charades in order to convey information. We have to learn to speak the language of our dreams in order to understand them. With that said, what is the mind saying to us?

I have seen the reptilian humanoid as part of me, or perhaps a better way of expressing this would be to say 'joined or partnered' with me. Are some or all us from elsewhere distant, playing the parts of homosapiens unbeknownst to our waking ego? And if so, what is the plan? And who issues these orders?

The Grays - Can we believe them?

IS THE GRAY ALIEN TO BE TRUSTED?

If you are familiar with my postings, then you will understand that for the time being I approach the Grays with caution aforethought and am conducting my research on one out of numerous possibilities. This particular possibility states that the gray aliens and reptilians are physically 'real' creatures.

This may or not be the case, or any variation thereof. However, having selected a path to explore, I am stubborn enough to trod over rocks, stones, and treacherous underbrush until the way stands clear before me. When path A has been completed, then next I shall choose a different path and see where that may lead.

Eventually, I will get bored and take a nap! The universe is too large a path, too magnificent a puzzle, not to explore with enthusiasm. There are pieces within pieces, and a bounty of revelations surely await us. And thus it is that I awaken, refreshed from dreams of gold and goblins, and resume my search once more.

It's too simple to dismiss the unknown. Occam's razor annoys me no end, for were there truth in such a trite method, then the world must still remain flat to all observational evidence. Maybe we need a Mandelbrot 'method' where a simple idea spins off into complex and ever-evolving worlds of breathtaking discoveries.

I dunno, maybe it's me...

Or maybe it's them. The Grays and Reptilians. As my title suggests, are aliens as real and objective beings truly trustworthy? Perhaps. You certainly cannot make a blanket statement regarding our own species and state that all humans are not to be trusted.

I vacillate back and forth in my conclusions. There are days I am filled with light and love. There are dark days when I squirm in frustration and resentment. And always do I wonder about things. Things which I assume do not interest the larger herd. Above all, I am so saturated with curiosity that I don't particularly care what the conclusion may be nor where it leads. I'm more interested in playing the game. I have the urge to tip the domino and see the results. I love to experiment.

So here is my 'Grays' experiment. For one, in some quasi-dream like state I was informed that the greys had a gift for all mankind. What exactly did that mean, if anything? We humans love our presents, at least I do, but the constant metaphor and veiled references are irritating, to say the least. The blow is fractionally softened when abductees are told 'our minds don't work the same as yours'.

So it would seem.

Close encounter experiencers (CEEs) are also comforted with "you have been chosen". Excuse me, but so are lobsters at a seafood restaurant. The Grays may sometimes elaborate with "you have been chosen to serve, to partake in an experiment, to aid your fellow man". High sounding stuff, eh? But can we believe it...

The Reptilians are usually not so verbose. As an aside - I and others have seen them as ancient living fossil-type saurians and someday soon, I'm going to explore that topic, too. Anyway, back to the greys...

The Grays may also tell us that we are necessary to them, and they to us. Most intriguing, to myself, was a particular statement that went something like this ... "Had you not chosen to interact with us, we could not be here. That is the agreement. That is how consciousness works, you have invited us in. Had you not, you would have no awareness of us".

If, indeed, consciousness it a matter of focused, collective agreement, then I am going to immediately forthwith invite the lottery into my awareness.

So think about these things next time you suspect a close encounter experience, alien abduction or missive from The Grays. Did you 'invite' them into your awareness, and how far can you trust the unknown?

The Grays and Parallel Time

DO GRAY ALIENS EXIST IN 'SIDE' TIME?

I debated whether or not to publish this puzzling experience. It was of such a bizarre nature that words do not adequately serve to suffice, and if my writing appears labored, please forgive me. I'm really posting this only because of any potential light it may shed on alien encounters and other paranormal events. And if anyone else has experienced something similar, I would be most interested in hearing the particulars.

First off, I wish to clearly establish that I was not on medication of any kind, including alcohol or recreational drugs. Nope, clean as a whistle (I'm rather dull that way lol). Secondly, despite my fascination with the paranormal, metaphysics and other eclectic subjects, I was in my 'right' mind - no psychosis here, although I and extended family members occasionally struggle with mild depression and anxiety from time to time (thank you, serotonin deficiency).

Furthermore, immediately prior to this experience, I had spent the morning and early afternoon enjoying the company of my best friend on a beautiful summer Saturday - rummaging at yard sales and doing lunch. Nothing other worldly on my mind. I was very grounded in the here and now, or so I thought.

Within a few minutes after my friend dropped me off at home (I lived alone at the time) and as I was kicking off my shoes, I entered a bizarre state of mind which I have never experienced before or since (at least as memory serves)...

I suddenly and without warning began remembering dreams. Dreams that were very recent. Dreams that had taken place within the last couple of hours. Except that I had NOT been asleep since the night before! And each dream memory, like beads on a chain, led to further 'memories' and all these dreams seemed to have taken place during my morning, as if they had somehow taken place adjacent to my waking moments - or between those moments.

To say that this was difficult to comprehend and place within any sort of known timeline is an understatement. How was it possible that I had 'dreamt' while being awake? And while I use the term 'dream' to describe these memories (which were quite mundane, rational and linear - akin to the normal beta - waking state of awareness) - the term may not apply.

I hesitate to say this, but it was as if I suddenly had access to another stream of my own consciousness, as if I had been wearing two shirts all the while instead of only one - and did not know it until that moment. And it was all me, there was no 'other' personality or psychological oddity about this. Merely, that in some fashion or another I suddenly had access to memories or dreams that I was unaware had been recorded.

And every time I would think of a 'real' event from my morning ... say, for example, my purchase and consumption of a soda from the gas station, or handing over a couple of dollars to buy a yard sale purse ... every time I would think of something that really happened, there was this concurrent thread of memory running amongst the original. It was very difficult to 'take it all in'. And I had no idea what my consciousness had done or was experiencing now.

This continued throughout the remainder of the afternoon, to the point that I deliberately immersed myself in a good book in hopes of distracting my mind and dissipating this second 'dream' thread. For most of the day it was touch and go, easily accessible should I so choose to access.

And while this may come as a surprise only to someone who works the night shift at a cracker factory on the moon, I was naturally fascinated and highly curious as to the entire mechanics of the affair. I am the kind of person who, in the midst of a supposed reptilian takeover, would be wondering how got their scales so shiny and green (sigh). I would be the one to ask St. Peter who made those awesome golden gates?!

Had I in some way, or had conditions been just right, managed to access the memory banks of my subconscious mind? It is now known that our subconscious never shuts off, even when we are awake it is merrily going about its own business and living its own little life (even when our consciousness is anesthetized during surgery, our subconscious is wide awake - rather unhappily I would suppose). So did it occur that for whatever the reason or reasons I was able to access this hidden and silent area of the self/mind?

We are so conditioned to regard the phenomena of time as either past, present or future. But this smacked of a concurrent, or side time running parallel to the present. And if I experienced this state of awareness, then so could anyone else. Perhaps our choppy mental divisions such as id, ego and super-id are only labels for our own poor understanding of how our brains are designed to function. And even though OUR human brain may function in this fashion, this is not to dictate that so must all other brains or minds or constructs of consciousness.

I am reminded of a close encounter experiencer (CEE) who, upon finding himself set kerplunk into the midst of an alien townscape, was informed by the Grays that 'he was always there'. It terrified the poor man. How can we be here and elsewhere and not know this? I have heard it described like gears in a clock - there are worlds within worlds. There are movements within movements.

Where is our consciousness really? What happens when we dream, besides compress and store memory? Who are those people who greet us in dreams and wave at us in hypnogogics and hypnopompics? When a lucid dreamer awakens and knows his state, he may then create and shape at will (I have done this exactly once and it was beyond a doubt one of the most incredible experiences of my life - I cannot recommend dream training and self-hypnosis tapes enough!).

Where is the line of demarcation between here and there, and do we sometimes straddle it? Does our consciousness divide as theorized? Besides forward, back and standing still, might not 'time' travel sideways? Or diagonally? Can the human brain, through accident or decision, experience events in ways most of us would never consider possible? Events are like multi-colored candies crammed in a jar, and our brain is the tool by which we extract them from the jar and experience these candies.

And, if even for a moment, I can straddle a double-line then I must ask if there exists a town upon this double line? Or a race, universe or plane of existence that may house aliens, ghosts, grays and all the rest? Life is truly stranger than fiction...