As early as I can remember, I have been exposed to the idea of human-E.T. contact. My mother has always been very open about her teenage close encounter with what she describes as a golden orb. As she and her friend waited for their bus, a large golden orb descended from the sky. In order to seem "cool" to her friend, my mom commented on the "spookiness" of their experience and they quickly darted from the scene. Whenever she has told me the story, she always makes a point of mentioning how heart opening the experience had been for her. That story fed me during my youth. I have always had a hunger for anything alien or off-world.
My research led me to Fairfield, Iowa, where I began "working on myself" as a full time job. After 8 months, a group of sixteen friends and I experienced a large oval-shaped milky-blue orb "shuddering" above us in the sky. Despite the drumming, chanting, loud conversation, and general chaotic vibe of the whole experience, we were all left silenced as the blue orb appeared. It wiggled in the sky for a few moments and then "flashed out" and disappeared. My friends and I immediately broke out into a collective, "WOW!" "SHIT!" "DID YOU SEE THAT!?" It would be another three years before I experienced anything remotely similar.
My research led me across southern Europe, Egypt, the Middle East, India, and back to the United States. During the summer of 2010, I visited a channel named Darryl Anka. Darryl channels an entity that identifies itself as an extraterrestrial life-form named Bashar. I have learned to be wary of channels after reading my fair share of "the aliens are landing tomorrow and they're closing all the banks" channeled essays. But after listening to a few recordings of Bashar I was very, very curious. The information seemed clean, and in line with most of the realizations I had come to. I decided to test the waters with a few questions to see if Bashar was "the real thing." After answering my questions and more, well beyond my expectations, I knew this was the real deal. He went on to explain that my mother's experience with the golden orb was facilitated through a hybrid race of beings that would contact our world first, and that both my mother and I contained non-human genetic material, as is supposedly the case with multi-generational "contactee" families.
The experience with Bashar validated a number of gut feelings I had experienced throughout my life. I was told I had a number of non-terrestrial hybrid brothers and sisters, and that, for some reason that eludes me, I had decided to incarnate onto this planet while the rest remained off-world. Phew, okay, still with me?
After my meeting with Bashar, I headed north to Mt. Shasta with my girlfriend and one other friend. My girlfriend and I crammed ourselves into my small one-person tent right in the middle of Panther Meadows campground at the foot of Mt. Shasta and fixed our eyes on the sky. Anyone who has been to Mt. Shasta in August knows the sky is a crystalline mosaic of patchwork stars. We were fixated.
After a few dashed hopes on a number of faint satellites, we decided to call it quits on our "UFO watching" and get some shut-eye. I lay back, passing in and out of consciousness, as my girlfriend nestled herself into a cozy ball. After a few minutes, I noticed a brighter than usual satellite pass by overhead. It woke me out of my half-sleep daze, as it became sharp and star-like. It stopped directly over the tent, and began to get brighter, or closer, I'm not sure which. I quickly nudged my girlfriend to wake up. As she opened her eyes and gazed upon what seemed like a large falling star heading straight for the tent, she understandably let out a string of profanities and planted her face in the sleeping bag. Moments after, the star-like object immediately dimmed, shot off to the right and eventually faded into the night sky. After an excited back and forth, we both relaxed back into a light sleep. I was eager for another object to appear, but the sky remained clear.
As I began to fall asleep for the second time, I felt a number of strong presences around the tent. This wasn't like that weird feeling of being in a dark room alone. It was very distinct. I can clearly recall at least four or more beings encircling the tent. The experience very clearly invaded my mental space. I could see large, almond eyes, and extremely smooth taut skin. The faces were benevolent despite their unusual appearance. Eventually the vibe of the whole experience became too much. I felt as if my emotional capacity was being overloaded. Apparently I still had a bit more work to do on myself before I could handle such an experience with a centered state of mind. I curled up into a ball and mentally cried, "Enough!" The experience ended as abruptly as it had begun.
Since Shasta, I have had a number of similar experiences in my various dorm rooms at university. I will wake up in the middle of the night feeling as if I am being pulled out of my window, or as if someone was just in the room moments before I woke up. The experience always holds the same..."signature" as the Shasta experience. I still have yet to have open, conscious communication back and forth with any alien beings, hybrid or otherwise. I remain hopeful and open to what the future holds. I look forward to the day when disclosures such as mine will be commonplace, and eventually, understood as an "everyday experience."
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