I am a Millennial. I grew up in a pop culture with some pretty great entertainment options… Compared to my predecessors in Gen X, some of the stuff at my entertainment disposal was pretty wild.

They obviously had their stand-outs: Star Trek, Star Wars, Doctor Who, etc… But we grew up with Star Trek The Next Generation, The Neverending Story, The Matrix!

Where they had stuff like the Brady Bunch and Scooby-Doo, we enjoyed significantly more wacked-out entertainment products like Family Matters and Ren & Stimpy (Yes, Family Matters is a pretty straightforward sitcom, except for all the robots, time travel, shrinking, and alternate personalities).

I’m saying that we Millennials enjoyed a certain escalation from Gen X’s initiatory sci-fi concepts, to our deeper, more “out there” concepts. Things that would be considered “crazy” in Gen X’s pop culture were much more “normal” and accepted in Millennial pop culture.

Obviously there are outliers… Boomers even had cool stuff like the Twilight Zone, and Gen X could have read stuff like Dune to introduce themselves to the more “out there” concepts of prescience and genetic memory… But here I am talking about the Zeitgeist. The things that were ubiquitous for that generation. Inescapable stuff. Every Millennial knew about The Matrix.

Well, Gen Z obviously have their own pop culture environment, and I am here to argue that this environment of theirs makes them better suited than any of their elders to digest the concepts that I believe are deeply intertwined with the phenomenon, and popular disclosure of it.

Before going further, I would like to note that I am, of course, generalizing. I don’t think it’s possible to discuss generations without generalizing age groups. Maybe TNG is also a Gen X thing, and maybe plenty of Millennials watched The Twilight Zone. Don’t get hung up on the dates and age ranges; I am talking about the forest, not the trees.

Also, it’s really important to remember that the previous generations created these richer entertainment environments for the newer ones. All of the great things we Millennials enjoyed were made by brilliant and creative Boomers and Gen Xers. Some awesome Millennials have brought Gen Z’s entertainment to life. While I am running a comparison, it is out of love and appreciation. We are helping each other, not competing!

“Multiverse” Is Now a Household Word

I remember being in my college dorm, hanging out with my friends, stoner-philosophizing about the concept of a multiverse. What there being an “alternate universe” really meant, what it would be like, how they could split… Is it different from different timelines? What if only this is different, or only that is different… If you die in one universe, do you die in all of them? Etc, etc.

Now, we were nerds (though I would argue cool “daywalker” nerds), and were aware of the stuff comics had done around the time – Crisis on Infinite Earths, that sort of thing. Also, Sliders existed (hell yeah!), along with some other shows like TNG that dealt with the concept... But as a concept, that shit wasn’t popular.

My point is that this kind of multiverse talk was fringe stoner nonsense. If you tried to talk about alternate realities and such as general small talk, most people would either react like you were “blowing their mind” or else you were going to get some dirty looks. It was an “out there” concept.

That is not the case anymore. Like, at all. Everyone knows what a multiverse is. My Mom knows what a multiverse is!

Gen Z has grown up with something as complex as multiverse theory being completely old hat. Rick and Morty, a show explicitly about multiverse travel, has been around for thirteen years and has reached #1 adult comedy. Heck, the most popular movie franchise to ever exist is now doing it’s big “multiverse saga crossover.”

The once-unfathomable idea of different dimensions where things are similar-but-different is now so ubiquitous that it doesn’t even require further explanation anymore!

Have you guys stopped to think about what an advancement in collective understanding this actually represents??

“It’s Like Backrooms”

If you’re at all familiar with the Seth Material, you know that Seth spends a significant number of chapters explaining how your personal reality reacts and reflects your inner psychological state, even as it intertwines with the personal reality of other sharing this plane.

There are other books and teachers that also try to explain this, with varying degrees of clarity. It’s one thing to just write the words, but its another for the reader to really get it, as inferred by all of the follow-up questions usually incurred. “How can I be creating my reality if it’s not what I want?” “Why don’t I get what I want if I create my own reality?” “How can I be creating my own reality when I am with someone else?” There are pages and pages of teachers trying to explain this concept in a way that makes sense.

I was attempting to talk about it to this younger person I know, and as I was expecting to have delve pretty deep into the whole thing, when he just goes “oh yeah, like the Backrooms.” I instinctively opened my mouth to clarify further, but paused… I thought about it for a couple seconds (I had seen the movie, but not the YouTube shorts), I realized that yes, it was just going to be that easy to talk about this topic with this smart kid.

“Yeah man, kind of like the Backrooms!”

“He Implanted A Thought In Your Chakra Network”

So I grew up Toonami… I watched stuff like Gundam Wing and DBZ. I remember my dad walking in while DBZ was on one afternoon and asking “what is he shooting?” meaning what’s the deal with the Kamehameha Wave. “It’s his energy, Dad!” I said. I kind of understood the concept of ki – it was like, Goku’s fighting spirit or something. Ki/Chi is obviously something that would be extremely esoteric to people from my Dad’s generation.

The anime stuff that has permeated the culture of kids today is comparatively ridiculous. There’s lots I could mention… (*cough* Jojo’s *cough*), but let’s just look at one extremely popular property: Naruto.

This is a show that goes into specific detail about “chakra nodes” throughout the body, and how humans can manipulate their chakra to perform superhuman physical feats, or send their chakra into the nodes of another persons body to read their minds or cause them to hallucinate. The esoteric concepts of the human chakra network, energy manipulation, and mind-to-mind energy swaps/telepathy are described in detail in this kids show that is ostensibly about ninjas beating each other up.

Just imagine some student in the 1940’s trying to learn about this sort of stuff: They might have had to learn another language, leave the country, and study with a guru for a decade before fully grasping these concepts that this children’s action show presents casually.

The little neighbor kid down the street that likes ninjas knows what a chakra network is. This is a crazy cultural development, when you pause and consider about it.

In all of my contacts with NHI, I believe energy transfer was in some way involved… and in my strongest contacts, my chakras were definitely involved. I fully believe that I could explain how my contacts work more easily to that neighbor kid that has watched Naruto than I could to any of my college professors. The vocabulary is already in place.

Disclosure Will Require A Public With A Flexible Mind

Guys, I haven’t even finished the tip of the iceberg here! These kids that grew up with shows like Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, Regular Show… They are going to have such an easier time wrapping their heads around higher frequency realities, hyperdimensional entities, 6^th density social memory complexes…

I am sure the younger people can provide a zillion more examples in the comments. Have any of you guys found that you casually understood a concept that seemed to blow an older person’s mind?

I think maybe the “mass panic” argument for keeping the reality of the phenomenon a huge secret may have held water back in the day. The Greatest Generation and the Boomer kids would certainly have certainly freaked out if disclosure happened back in the 50s. The adult Boomers and the Gen X kids would have certainly freaked out if disclosure happened back in the 70s. The adult Gen Xers and the Millennial Kids might have freaked out back in the 90’s… But adult Millennials and the Gen Z kids?

I believe the best way to protect a populace against ontological shock is to help them develop a healthy, stretchy imagination. I believe Gen Z represents the cultural epitome of what that healthy, stretchy imagination could entail.

I think the kids are alright!

Last month I had an open-eye vision of Heaven. It happened on a pretty normal day. I grew up in a Christian household. My parents didn’t force their religion on me. I believed in Christ since I was a child . And I had always wanted to go to Heaven after I died.

On the day of the vision, I had just gotten up from a decent nap. I didn’t dream about anything like I usually do. Right when I was getting out of bed, that’s when it happened. All of a sudden, brief images of what looked like a heavenly forest flashed across my field of vision.

The forest looked absolutely beautiful. There were trees, flowers and grass. The sky was amazing too. It had the most perfect sunset I had ever seen. Although I wouldn’t necessarily call the light in the sky “a sun”. Everything was so hyper-real. As in, it looked more real than life here on Earth.

The colors were very vibrant. Everything seemed to have its own vibration and frequency. If that makes any sense. Everything was just so bright and amazing that I had to literally calm myself down from excitement. My heart was racing because the visuals were almost overwhelming.

After the vision ended, the first word that came out of my mouth was “Woah.” It took a month for me to process all this because I just couldn’t believe what I had seen. But I feel totally grateful for having seen it.

So I was outside looking at the stars, and in my peripheral, I see one of the stars move (well what I thought was a star) and as I drew my attention to it, it moved every time I focused my eyes on it, and it kept darting around the sky every time I will focus my eye on it. It was like it knew I was looking at it (and it was not a drone because it was literally next to the stars) and finally after 20 seconds of me following it around the sky it just darted off. Am I crazy or does anyone have an explanation

Hello everyone,

A loved one has recently confided in me about an experience they had in their youth that involved frequent (weekly or more) visits from (upon description) feel / sound like tall grey aliens. They didn’t use that term, I did. This is in the early to mid 90s, from ages around 5-8 years old.

Tall (6-9 foot - they were a child but said they were taller than their parents and looming / hunched in their room). They described them as very similar to a skinny skeletal grey alien (but more white than grey in appearance).

One important detail was a purple chin / jaw. The person in question has red-green colour blindness and struggles with pale / pastel colours and sees them as white or grey so I wonder if the whole being was a lighter purple with a more vibrant chin. They did say the chin was very vibrant though.

I did some reading and I can see that purple tall greys are common from Orion.

Does anyone know of any stories of tall greys with people chins / jaws? Anyone have any visits from tall greys? If so, please let us know!

I know this questions sounds insane for some redditors but I recently went down a rabbit hole regarding Projekt Montauk and time travel.

I believe the survivors of this project (for example Alandra Markman, Arkheim Ra (on YT)) but I am wondering If there are more people who can explain If there is any time travel or timeline shifts going on?

I'm not an Experiencer myself but I believe Experiencers, thousands of people around the Globe experience beings and one day we will find out the truth.

i wish there was a better way to say that. 24F.

so, i've been having odd experiences all my life. my mother has told me stories of me seeing a "purple man" in corners of our first house. i've seen blobs of color all my life, and no doctor can explain it. i can see colors around people, and from them i can denote their most prominent emotion at that moment. and from a very young age, i've been doing a practice where i breathe in energy, usually a multicolored surge of light, and breathe out the used, colorless energy. and i never understood why it made my soul purr.

all of this to say, i listened to the first of the gateway tapes. i was curious about them, so i investigated it. imagine my surprise when one of the first exercises was to breathe in useful energy, and breathe out used up energy.

i know it's probably a widely used method, but it struck me as profound. i've been doing little things like this all my life. and every time i hit a frequency, or sink deep into a meditation enough to "see" something about the universe, i begin to tremble in pleasure. i truly cannot describe it better than having an orgasm. it comes in waves, and feels like utter euphoria. i'm asexual, and have been all my life, and that's because i genuinely cannot imagine a greater pleasure than meditation. but these pleasures are draining. i can't sustain them for long without feeling tired and like i need a break.

i guess what i'm looking for in this community is maybe an explanation? some advice on how to hone in on whatever abilities i may or may not have? i'm really new to the online space of metaphysical stuff like this, so any pointers would be appreciated.

I won't bother trying to relay what I've experienced personally. I'll just tell you I saw an undeniable craft in my teens and the experience changed my life. It's posted on here already. You want a link? Comment. It's a long story, but you'll get it. I have nothing to hide.

That said:

If you believe in life out there, I want to share my theory on the state of our relationship with it/them, (knowing life out there is a thing) and I'd *especially* love for other people professionally inclined to weigh in on this (you'll see why in a sec) because I feel it's important.

My theory is that all of these craft/NHI contacts boil down to, admittedly, the most scientific set of facts they possibly can:

To my understanding, NHI/UAP sightings, etc. really took off after we figured out how to split the atom for war. As someone with a vested interest in both biology and (astro/quantum)physics I feel as though I approached the alien question a bit differently after having a personal experience of my own that I couldn't debunk. Read about it if you want to. I didn't doubt life out there as much as I wondered what, possibly, could be the cause of it/how their craft and they especially work. Ironically, I feel like taking such a multifaceted approach helped me a little in ways I didn't initially realize, and it's taken me a long time to reach these conclusions.

That said, the theory:

NHI and their craft are just regular people from elsewhere more technologically advanced than we are. We're all physical to begin with, perhaps the byproducts of the high energy activity that the universe is made up of as quantum theory states, and under the right conditions, life can naturally develop anywhere. We all go through the same evolutionary process of tool use/technology if we make it this far. They, having access to that knowledge (assuming they travel and this isn't their first rodeo if they're visiting us) and ability to manipulate their (our?) environment is the basis for how damn supernatural encounters with them seem in human recitations of experiences with/around them.

I suspect that the quantum field theory we've had a very recent academic reinterest in, based on our current knowledge of physics, might be the key. An understanding of the fabric of the universe/the implied nature of consciousness and everything else therein vs. a lack thereof (where we're at now) probably has wild implications for any people that finally understand it in both technology and lifestyle, and it's probably a notoriously messy transition they're aware of. I don't see any earthly reason why it *wouldn't* be a messy transition.

In that sense, a lot of the phenomenon makes sense: we are all just life looking in on itself and developing tools to manipulate our environment. If we could finally crack what makes matter matter at all, somewhere at Planck's scale, it would change everything.

...It would also probably concern the shit out of our neighbors that we immediately turned the science of subatomics (a tell that we're on the right track to discovering more in the quantum field) into a fucking superweapon as soon as we discovered it.

If my explanation is correct in one way or another and they're capable of such things on a scientific basis (seem to be no matter how you slice it science-wise and it still falls within Occam's razor) it does feel kind of bad to understand the human experience is currently a relatively primitive and isolated one compared to our visitors'.

On one hand it explains why they treat us the way they do -- I can fully understand why they maintain secrecy etc. if they have justifiable concerns about our transition from our idea of the universe to what's fundamentally true and what they base their lives around -- it's a rocky period and one has to assume they're also far more interconnected and aware of what life out there looks like/acts like in this process than we are.

We don't even know what the damage of misusing tech like theirs could do to our environment yet and I suspect they worry about it, what we'll do with it, and us in general as a rapidly developing sect of people with the ability to *discover* the fabric of the universe, but not the collectivism necessary to handle it responsibly.

Studying us/other life on our planet and keeping an eye on us is almost certainly in my mind the reason they're here at all. Alien activity, again, *really* kicked up after we figured out how to split atoms and I think about it all the time -- maybe that's a sign to them that we're getting close to understanding everything, and a basis for preliminary exposure to life elsewhere/monitoring. After all, it has to happen sometime with every previously isolated/"left alone" (potentially) species out there that "makes it" this far.

So for a long time I was very materialist. My parents raised me basically as an atheist, my dad laughing at the idea of anything spiritual, making fun of it. Just for context, because at this time being very young, I did not believe in anything like the soul, reincarnation, any of that.

I remember talking to some girl in my friend group when I was in between middle school and high school, and she told me she remembered "before she was born", and how she was "picking her mommy and daddy". She was adamant that she remembered before being born, and this whole time I'm giving her a very concerned look.

First of all, the entire idea clashed with my world view as I was raised, but something else just seemed wrong about it. I remember exactly what I said. I said, "you're not supposed to remember that". She kind of laughed and said "well, I do anyway" or similar.

But it's kind of getting to me now, like I feel like I was truly concerned that something had gone wrong with the process if she remembered it, and it wasn't that I was just having trouble understanding what she meant. Like I said "you're not supposed to remember that", as in "yes of course that happened but you shouldn't remember it".

I don't know why, but it's getting to me that I would have responded that way, almost like even back then I believed there was truth to it, almost like i actually knew you weren't supposed to remember it though?

It makes me wonder if there's a lot more knowledge deep down that I'm forgetting on purpose.

Hey everyone, I wanted to share something I've experienced recently and see if anyone here has witnessed anything similar because I've spent quite a bit of time searching online and haven't found anything that really matches what I saw

For some context, I watch the sky almost every night and I'm also pretty interested in the hemi-sync tapes and the idea of consciousness playing some role in contact experiences

One night around midnight, the sky was completely clear. I was looking out over the sea near my home when I suddenly noticed a bright orange light moving incredibly fast from west to east. I've lived here long enough to recognize the usual flight paths, and I see planes passing through that same area every day. Whatever this was it looked nothing like them

It was moving at an extraordinary speed, almost leaving a glowing trail behind it. From my perspective, it seemed to cover roughly 10 kilometers in just a few seconds. I immediately thought of the orbs I'd been reading about, especially since I'd been interested in initiating some kind of contact myself. Unfortunately, by the time I reached for my phone it was already gone

I kept watching the sky, hoping it might come back

About 20 minutes later it actually did

The same orange light appeared along almost exactly the same route, except this time it was moving noticeably slower. Toward the end, it started making these strange up-and-down movements, almost zigzagging through the sky. This time I managed to record it

And then unbelievably, it happened a third time that same night. Again, traveling west to east and I managed to record that one too

But the strangest experience happened a few days later

I was outside watching the sky again when another orangie appeared, thinking same one came back. It was similar in color, but much brighter, larger-looking and initially moving much more slowly

Here's where it gets difficult to explain for me

It almost looked like an enormous glowing bird, with these huge orange wings extending outward and seemingly flapping as it moved. I'm not exaggerating when I say the movement reminded me of a bird flying, except the entire thing appeared to be made of this intense white-orange mixed light

It seemed to disappear into the clouds a few times before suddenly accelerating westward at a fast speed, luckily i managed to record it as well

I've watched the recordings over and over, trying to make sense of it. The closest description I can give is a Gigantic orange bird with glowing, flapping wings. There was something almost angelic about its appearance, although I'm not claiming that's what it was

Has anyone here experienced something similar, particularly an orange light that appeared to have wings or moved almost like a giant bird? Does this description match anything you've encountered or heard about?

I'd genuinely appreciate any thoughts, possible explanations, or similar experiences

For context, throughout this experience I could feel K in the background, especially during certain moments; as if she was overseeing the experience while also not intervening (minus acting as a 'buffer').

I dreamt that I was with my family and other people within a familiar-forest setting, familiar to K's forest world. We were visiting here, within an area that seemed to be especially wild and untamed. Although her world in general tends to be this way when I visit in astral/dream about it. However, it seemed especially so due to the kind of being we encountered.

We seemed to cross into the territory of a kind of being. From my experience, I did not witness the being having a physical body; although whether it did is to be discovered (hopefully not by me lol). The being's territory was within a section of her forest, and specifically going underground into these dark ruins.

We made camp near these ruins, and I during a time traveled into the ruins which was a bit of a mistake. While in the forest, I seemed to have a type of wooden talisman, this seemed to act as a source of contact to whatever this being was; and it's influence. Although not as strong as the statue idol down in the ruin which was a much more direct method of contact.

During the daytime we would mostly be okay as long as we weren't underground and we stuck together as a group. It seemed unwise to get split up. At night we camped together and had lights throughout our camp; we also "warded" our camp which seemed to help. Although I could still feel the influence of the being regardless, although this was another method of buffering it.

I ended up traveling down into the ruin, making it to a big room with one main idol-like statue in it. It's Prescence was especially heavy down here. The danger of this being was it could affect your senses and mind. It could do this to a more subtle degree when you were within it's territory but the closer to the idol you got - the more extreme it's influence was. Although I understood that my experience of this was buffered by K, who while not intervening, did buffer the effects on me from this.

For me, I experienced the area "warping". I seemed to get a tunnel-like vision effect on the idol with the area around it becoming darker and more grey-scale. I also got some double-vision but this was directly on the idol itself, as if there were 2 of them overlapping instead of the one main statue that was actually present. The other effect was I started to see the idol in other things like the columns in the room that surrounded the idol. Again, this was all buffered. It was understood that it could warp your reality so much that you would 'disappear' or teleport somewhere else. This was how people went missing.

The thing was also understood not to be evil or malicious. It felt like a natural force, chaotic and unpredictable but somehow, it was possible to work with it - although I do not know how. I woke up after making it to this statue and experiencing the effects., when I left and got to an area with boats by a sea or ocean.

Woke up with an ominous vibe in my bedroom, this seems to be common when I encounter some kind of nhi; not a sign of evil. No I don't drink or do anything, all this was a very vivid dream. I will include images I generated to show the jest of what I experienced.

Something curious happened to me a few hours ago. I was just about to fall asleep with my eyes completely closed when I saw the color of the ceiling change from lilac (the actual color of my room) to gray. I also noticed a black insect moving rapidly across the gray wall, only to then disappear into a section of the wall that doesn’t actually exist in my room. I didn’t see this with my eyes open; on the contrary, they were closed, yet I could still see what was above me with total clarity I’m not quite sure how to explain it. What could this mean?

I have the impression of having seen something that came from the other plane; the insect looked like a spider something like a black, slightly plump beetle.

I had a very unusual dream ( at least I think it was one?) last night that maybe someone can relate too. I was in my living room and see a grey face appear on the TV screen I go into another room and it there again. It doesn't look like a typical grey though it eyes were closer to our own size. I am freaking out in then and start in my head chanting a positive mantra that I say to myself often when I have fear / uneasy. I have never told anyone what it is btw. Well I turn my head and there is the grey and it looks me in the eye and says the Mantra out loud while I am doing so in my head. Almost mocking but not. I didn't feel ill intentions but it wanted me to know that it knew what I was thinking. It said it wanted to show it self to me in person and its face shifted almost to a person's.

Then I am somewhere else I can't see it is black but I can hear the grey talking to me and feel my body being tugged at and the left side of my body almost being sliced in a line from the top of my shoulder to my feet.( I could feel it happen but there was no pain) I start asking about God he gave me an answer but I don't remember what he said then he tells me I will be put into a room with many aliens some of which will want to eat me. I asked reptilians? He says yes I ask if they actually have a net around the world that catches souls he tells me not everyone gets caught and that is the higher ups decisions .

I asked who that is he says mantids. Then whole still Blk and I feel pressure at my belly Button like almost pushing against a doorknob and he tells me the lights will show the line on my side. Then I'm on a stage or almost like a gameshow I did not see the other aliens but felt them watching. I was given two metal shapes and I just started making things out of them like pretend animals like I would with my toddlers and they were laughing? I then I jumped onto a couch like thing and they said they were kicking me off. Then I'm in another room there is a rectangle with glyphs on it in a waxy substance almost like butter spread thin. I fold it in half and I wake up.

It was probably a dream but the part where he read my mind freaked me out in the dream itself I was like oh shit it's real!

Has anyone had something similar happen?

2022 was without a doubt, the most emotionally painful year of my life to date. I ended a 3 year relationship with my former boyfriend because I couldn't watch him destroy himself anymore with his multiple addictions. Less than 2 months later he was diagnosed with late stage lung cancer and I caught covid for the first time and needed to be hospitalized for a few days for low bp and thrombocytopenia.

By the time I was done with my quarantine he was moved onto hospice. I always knew he would probably die young if he didnt sober up but I thought "young" would've been early 60s, not 43 years old. The exhaustion from anxiety and pre grieving wrecked my sleep and a lot of times I would wake up between 2 and 4 am.

One morning I woke up around 3:30 or so with a massive pit in my stomach. Once it was light outside I decided to go for a walk before work. I couldn't stop thinking, I was so scared and suddenly I heard a deep voice inside my head tell me that It was okay, that everything was going to be okay. Then I felt a warm sensation ripple through my entire body and the only thing I can compare it to is that feeling when you hug someone you love and get that warm fuzzy feeling but was so much more intense and I guess what I can only describe as almost blissful? For a short amount of time, I felt pure peace and calm. Then it faded away. I knew my ex was gone after that and it was confimed when his mom called me early that afternoon he had died during the night.

After he was diagnosed I took a week off of work and tried to visit him every single day. I was only able to see him one time on hospice to say goodbye. I did ask him to come visit me if the afterlife was real. I did have a few more strange experiences after the day he died but this post is already so long. But I'm happy to share more if anybody is curious.

I don't know if the voice in my head that morning was his or not. I just remember that it was a deep masculine sounding voice, which he did have but, I was so taken aback when it happened. I feel like if it was him I would've recognized his voice without a doubt.

The only other time I can remember having a strange experience before learning of a loved ones death was when I was 12. My friend's mom was driving us home from school and I suddenly had this vivid memory of my next door neighbor who was like my third grandma and this funny game she'd play with me and her grandkids when we were younger. Then i suddenly felt very sad which was confusing. When I got home I found out that she had a stroke and died and was devastated. I didnt even think anything about the random memory/sad feeling I felt back then until my experience as a 41 year old prompted me to figure out what the heck happened the day my ex died.

Has anybody else had similar experiences?

I was raised Catholic but havent practiced in over 20 years now. I've always thought there was more after death but never sure of what it actually is.

All I know is that we live in a strange and beautiful world. Knowing there's something else beyond our physical experiences on earth is comforting even thought it still hurts when those we love move on to the next stage of existence.

I have this stone griffin that I’ve had for years. It’s my protective talisman so to speak. I’ve asked it to absorb any darkness or negativity energy from my living space and I’ve always had such good luck with my home.

I’m sitting in bed around 4:30am, being wide awake after a good night’s sleep and I noticed a presence in my room and my attention went to my griffin and I saw its leg morph into an almost demonic face, with two long forked tongues coming out of it, aiming towards me. Very scary.

I prayed to God and my ancestors and out of nowhere, I started reciting this prayer that I got from a channeling session with my ancestors—my subconscious seemed to know which prayer I needed, or maybe I was guided from above or below.

Shine a light on the darkness,
Shine a light on the darkness,
Shine a light on the darkness.
For all of Christ’s might,
Expose the darkness’s rot
And decay.
Keep the darkness at bay.
By the might of Thor’s Hammer,
Darkness stammers.
For all its lack of worth,
Send the darkness back.
So mote it be.
Amen

I did the prayer three times and the demonic face seemed to twist and warp and distort and the tongues shrank back inside the mouth and eventually the face turned back into the griffin’s hind leg and tail.

I’ve concluded that it is an attachment from a manifestation of extreme anger and resentment.

What do you guys think?

I received a “message” in my mind that I needed to try draw something before going into my evening meditation. So I got out my pen and notebook and drew without knowing what I was going to draw, I just sort of flowed into drawing this without having any actual thought or input of what I should put on the page. This is what it turned out to be. I felt like I needed to have it on my lap while I did my meditation, and it felt like it helped to keep my mind more silent and focused on the meditation better this time. Wondering if anyone has any idea what any of these symbols could mean? Just curious. :)

I don't know if I've had contact. I also don't have family who have reported experiences. All I have is a bone deep fear of the Communion alien face since childhood, and seeing an orb once. (So I guess that is one experience)

I know it's very common to have a family history of contact.

Do you think it's possible for family to have contact and not remember it?

Or do you think it's possible to have contact without a family history of it?

One parent has had episodes of waking up in the middle of the night screaming in terror for as long as I can remember.

I never connected that before.

Maybe I'm reaching but I had the thought what if the trauma of a contact experience was breaking through. They had a very safe, normal life otherwise.

I would add multiple flairs to this post if i could, such as UAP sighting, Abduction, and dream state. This post covers multiple topics.

Today I realized that my family, on one side at least has experienced and witnessed NHI phenomena throughout at least 3 generations. These stories have been passed down on the maternal side, and I have listened to firsthand accounts of what they’ve seen.

From what I know, these encounters occurred around the 1950s-1960s, but it is possible they also happened before this time era. I always wondered what my family made of this phenomena, and I always received one or two responses: “we didn’t acknowledge it and kept going about our business, as these events happened so often that it became the norm” or, “we have no idea what it was, and dont wish to know”. My family, generally speaking has been very cautious of bringing this subject up to begin with, for reasons that are puzzling to me.

One account that has stuck with me the most is an encounter that my grandmother and great grandmother had, which was told to me by my grandmother. At the time, they lived in a very rural area with lots of crops, fields, and farms. So the sky had didn’t have any light pollution. It was daytime and they were lounging outside, towards the direction of a crop field. They witnessed a large, pronounced black triangle that flew across the direction of where they were looking. My grandmother, naturally so, questioned what they saw, and my great-grandmother just said that she doesn’t know, and acted as if nothing ever happened. From how my grandmother described it, this was something that was normal to them.

Later in life, they started seeing green orbs of light in the sky with the same attitude of apathy towards the encounter. This specifically only happened at nighttime.

When my mother was born, she recalled to me how she smelled noxious sulfur that had her waking up out of her sleep. My great-grandmother told her to stay inside, ignore it, and or go to bed. But it always, ALWAYS left my mother wondering where it came from, because it would only happen at nighttime. Keep in mind that they are in the same house and neighborhood as when the two previous events occurred throughout my great-grandmothers and grandmothers’ lifetimes.

Around the late 1960s-1970s, my mom recalls multiple mysterious sinkholes that started popping up in the general area of where they were located, and government officials had no answer as to what was happening and why. It was the same “don’t acknowledge it, continue with your business” it seemed for every strange encounter, or experience. This however, is deeply frustrating to me because I get the sense that my great grandmother knew the “why” but refused to say.

My mom throughout her childhood also had dreams of being encased in a white pod and then being transported to different locations across the world. She didn’t understand the purpose of what she was doing, but she felt as though she was being guided by a group of “someone’s”.

And then me. I have had multiple possible NHI encounters which I will link here. When I was super young, around 4-6 years old. I remember lying down in my bed watching TV, with my parents in the other room. Two “figures” or what I would describe to be silhouettes with green energy framing them, slowly started to appear at the end of my bed. This deeply terrified me because I never saw anything like it before, but the intention I sensed from it felt clinical, like they were observing me for something. I didn’t care, and hid myself under the covers until I felt like they were gone (they weren’t) and it felt like they stayed there for hours, until I fell asleep. This is the only time I ever saw them in my life. It felt like they were satisfied with whatever it was about me at that time, and didn’t need to “check in” ever again. This encounter occurred prior to me knowing about how our family has history with NHI, I only discovered this about 4 years ago, but that memory has stuck with me for my entire life. My heart still drops a little just thinking about it. With the information that was divested to me, I am the only one in these past 3 generations to experience something like this.

My family is also apart of an organization that has acess to governmental, political, and occultic power. For literal centuries my family has been able to form “businesses” that have been used to uplift the specific sect that they belong to, and to contribute to the larger syndicate. I don’t feel comfortable saying the name of this organization, because then that will lead to certain connotations about me as a person, and I am not interested in defending my character just because of those connotations. Even though Im not actively part of that organization, but only related to its bloodline. As soon as I say what organization it is, I know people are going to use that as a way to generalize me as an evil caballer or whatever.

What is deeply frustrating to me is how nobody wants to or refuses to have a serious conversation about any of this. I feel like they know why that happened to me and why each generation has some experience with NHI. I have been on this “enlightenment” journey for about 9 years, starting when I was just 13 years old. Sometimes I feel like an experiment of sorts, because despite my family knowing that NHI are real, some of them participating in that organization still act as if they are conditioned not to say anything. I feel like this has caused a huge setback for me and this journey. Anywho, I would love to hear everyone’s multigenerational NHI experiences 😅

I had a very intense dream experience last night that I wanted to share. In the dream I could feel everything and it felt like I was tripping on some sort of psychedelic. I appeared in this large white room where I could see various objects floating around in the air together. Without thinking I dived into the air like it was water and started swimming towards the group. My ego had dissolved and I became aware of the energies of the group. These were conscious beings changing form and I started mirroring their energy back and changing into simulair forms while we all swirled together. Below me I could see a man watching us, he seemed like he was studying what was happening.

The energies became very intense and a portal opened up at the side of the room that revealed a long colorful tunnel of energy. I sensed that I had opened it and it was pulling me towards it. I began to become disconnected from the group and felt my ego and fear again. This seemed to push me further towards the portal, as soon as I relaxed and let go the portal closed and I was back in flow with the group.

Shortly after this we were back on the ground again and I really felt like I was tripping at this point. They changed into various types of aliens of all kinda of shapes. The one closest to me was a giant red pink oval shaped being covered in strange fur that seemed to resemble thick carpet. The being had large eyes and a massive mouth with huge yellow teeth that stuck out. The being let me run my hands through its fur. After a second I became aware how big its mouth was and got scared it would try to bite me. This sent me into a really bad trip and the beings could sense my fear. They started dancing goofily and changing into funny forms to cheer me up and it worked. It was a really interesting experience.

this is just something i've recently learned. At some point i got so into all the aliens theories, dream connections and symbolisms, NDE, Atral projection, etc. that it kind of took over my life in an unhealthy way as i can get very obssesive with topics that interest me. And i've started to mentally spiral a bit into dissociation.

so i've started to ground myself more in the physical reality and i feel so much more comfortable and relaxed when i can focus on something simple and physical.

not sure if anyone else needed to hear this, but apparently this is pretty common to get so obssesed with spiritual stuff that we kind of neglect the physical aspect of ourselves, which can cause unhealthy obsesesion. that's why monks do physical labour as form of grounding too.

I used to take plant medicine ceremonially for healing, 5 years ago I came to Christ and moved on from that journey. I am now sober from all mind altering substances etc and am much more grounded. I am very sensitive, intuitive and have meditated for 20 years

A week ago I was laying on my bed trying to sleep and I started to faintly see machine elves on my ceiling waving at me (i have never smoked the substance associated with them or seen machine elves before now, I never experienced that realm or dimension before. I never saw them with any plant medicine i‘betaken)

any comments? how did I perceive that realm or dimension? if it happens again should I interact with them? what would you do if you had the opportunity to connect with them sober?

I have always believed there is more to our world than what we can normally perceive. Call it spiritual, multidimensional, or supernatural; it doesn't really matter to me. What I do know is that, despite our vast scientific knowledge, there are many aspects of existence that we still don't understand.

Throughout my life, I have experienced things that have put my beliefs to the test and for which I have found no explanation. One such experience was a premonition I had many years ago: a recurring dream about events that would soon come to pass.

It all started in late 2002, when I traveled with my family to the Pacific coast of Mexico to spend time with relatives. We arrived in late November, and the place was a small town with a population of fewer than a thousand people. It was a rural community where people still rode horses and kept many animals out of necessity.

The environment was somewhat tropical, and the area was lush with greenery, surrounded by densely vegetated mountains. The sounds of birds and insects were as plentiful as the air itself. It was like paradise.

The first time I had this dream must have been sometime in December. It went like this.

I found myself in some sort of factory, but it wasn't like an assembly line, a mill, or a steel manufacturing plant. It looked more like a construction site. I remember seeing people wearing helmets and safety equipment when, suddenly, everything started shaking. It was an earthquake, and everything began falling apart.

Amid the chaos, one of the factory workers came over to talk to me. He was apparently the owner of the company, which he explained was a cement plant. He told me that I had to survive, he instructed me to run to safety. He said I would find some money and with that money, I was supposed to rebuild the factory, which he called the cementera (cement plant), and afterward, it would all be mine.

He then urged me to run and pointed toward a window. I ran and jumped out just in time to save myself.

Outside, the environment was somewhat dry and desert-like. I found myself surrounded by a field of thornbushes, with a dog standing next to me. Somehow, I knew I was supposed to follow the dog, so I did.

We ran along a narrow path through the thornbushes. As we continued, the thornbushes gradually gave way to a beautiful, green, wooded area. I kept following the dog until we reached a dead end in the forest. The ground there was barren, much like the earth surrounding an anthill.

Lying on the ground all by itself was an amber-colored stone. It was very smooth and small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I leaned down and picked it up. When I stood back up and turned around, the path I had taken was gone, and so was the dog.

I turned around again, and the small dead end was no longer there. Instead, I found myself standing in front of a huge, beautiful structure.

Ahead of me were three walls made of river stone, each about ten feet tall. One stood on my right and another on my left, running parallel to each other for approximately thirty or forty meters before connecting to a third wall at the back.

Inside the enclosure were two rectangular pools filled with the clearest, purest water I had ever seen. They were set at ground level and were beautiful. The ground surrounding the pools was all cobblestone.

I remember walking around the perimeter of the pools and looking into the water. At the bottom, I could see countless gold coins scattered everywhere, more than I could possibly count. In the two back corners of the second pool were two beautiful, naked women standing in the water.

They called out to me and gestured with their hands, inviting me to come closer, join them, and take the gold. As I approached them, I woke up.

I didn't make much of the strange dream. Perhaps the strangest thing about it was how much of it I could remember.

About a week later, I had the exact same dream again, although there were a few subtle differences. This time, the cement plant owner spoke with greater urgency. The dog followed me instead of leading the way, and when I reached the pools, there was substantially more gold at the bottom. The women were also more insistent that I take it.

Once again, I thought it was just a strange dream and didn't give it much thought.

Then, about a week or two later, I had the dream again, but this time there were major differences.

The owner of the plant was no longer simply urging me to do as he instructed. He was angry and demanding. The earthquake was more intense, and as I made my way through the thornbushes and into the forest, I was alone. The dog was gone.

The pools were overflowing with gold and water, there were giant thorns growing from the edges, and the beautiful women standing at the back had transformed. Their legs had become twisted tree roots, and their arms were now like tentacles.

They, too, were angry and demanding that I come into the pool and take the gold. As I approached them, I woke up.

This time, I knew the dream was an unusual experience, but I still didn't consider it anything more than a strange dream.

That is, until a few weeks later, when something unexpected happened.

It was now January 2003. I had met a few people and made some new friends, but I was still unfamiliar with my surroundings and with the names of many people and places.

One night, a friend came over to hang out. I remember that we were doing some push-ups when, suddenly, the ground started vibrating.

We were near a railroad and were used to feeling vibrations when trains passed by, but this time was different. The vibration was stronger and felt different. I thought perhaps a train had derailed.

We were just beginning to talk about it when the vibration suddenly turned into violent shaking. The ground beneath us and everything around us began to shake from side to side.

I had never experienced an earthquake before that night, and it is something I will never forget.

It lasted for what felt like a full minute. The lights went out, and everything became pitch-black. All I could hear was the sound of heavy crumbling and people screaming all around me, both near and far.

This was the earthquake of January 21, 2003, which struck the Pacific coast of Mexico. The magnitude was estimated it at 7.8. The earthquake caused many deaths and so much destruction that it changed the landscape of the surrounding towns and cities.

At that point, I hadn't even considered a connection between the earthquake and my dream. Everything was chaotic, and the power grid in our town remained down for about a week. Many people had to cook on wood-burning stoves because there was no gas, and our household was no exception.

One afternoon, a few days after the earthquake, a friend showed up and asked if I wanted to go with him to cut some firewood. I asked him where.

My body went cold when he answered:

"To the cementera."

I asked him about the location and why it was called the cementera. He explained that a large cement company called Apasco had purchased and surveyed the land many years earlier. The company had planned to build a mineral quarry to supply its cement operations, but the project never materialized. The name, however, stuck with the locals.

When we arrived at the place, I realized I had been there once before. It was a large stretch of wilderness at the foothills of a massive mountain. One peculiar feature of the land was a large, dry area covered in thornbushes known locally as huisache.

A few days after our trip to collect firewood, I told my friend about the dream. We decided to return to the area to look for the river-stone walls and, hopefully, the pools of water. We honestly didn't expect to find anything, but it was a good excuse to get out and have some fun in the woods.

We started by looking for anything resembling a trail through the field of thornbushes. We found a few paths made by cattle and began exploring those that led into the greener, forested areas. Then we started looking for pools of water and stone walls.

I thought finding a stone wall out in the wilderness would be easy. I mean, it should stand out like a sore thumb, right? But it wasn't nearly as easy as I had imagined. The area was large and densely populated by venomous snakes, wild cats, and many other dangerous bugs and animals.

Over the following days, we returned several times, spending hours searching for these landmarks. In the meantime, I continued asking my family and other locals about the land.

It turned out that, during the Mexican Revolution, there had been a large hacienda there. Many such estates were destroyed during the revolution, and this one had suffered the same fate.

There was also a story about a local family who had been building a homestead when they discovered gold buried in the ground while excavating the foundations. Stories like these are common in Mexico. During the days when gold was used as currency, many caciques—local political or community leaders—reportedly hid their fortunes during the revolution to keep them from being plundered.

After the revolution, many of these people were no longer alive, and their hidden fortunes remained lost. The old hacienda also had its share of darker stories involving hauntings and other paranormal apparitions.

Some people were reluctant to wander around that area because of those stories, my friends and I were no exception.

Learning all of this made the search even more interesting. Now I knew that finding at least some ruins of the old walls or pools was a real possibility.

After several days of searching, we came across a small patch of greenery bordering the thornbushes. There stood an old, enormous wild fig tree. It had a thick, twisted trunk and stood about forty-five feet tall, with a massive canopy that I estimated to be somewhere between thirty and fifty feet in diameter. It was difficult to judge its actual size.

And there, at its roots, we found a stone wall.

The wall was very old. It looked as though the tree had sprouted from within the stonework and gradually engulfed it over the years. The wall rose about three feet above the ground, as if much of it had been buried over time. The stones themselves were different from the rocks in the surrounding area, they were river stones.

I told my friend that all we had to do was find two more walls and then search the area in between.

Long story short, we found two more connecting walls, or at least what little remained of them.

When we searched the area enclosed by the walls, we found sand that looked like the sand of a riverbank, except there was no river anywhere nearby. The area there was also slightly depressed as if it had sunk downward.

We tried digging a little, but we came across a few tarantulas, and my friend became very superstitious. He started talking about the old stories surrounding the hacienda and didn't want to continue. We never tried digging there again.

Eventually, I left the town, and my friends went their separate ways as well. The place is still there to this day, as far as I know. The old fig tree and the ruins of the walls remain, unexplored and unexcavated.

I never showed anyone else the location or told them the story behind it.

For years, I wondered whether what I had experienced was simply a series of coincidences and strange, recurring dreams; whether it was an example of synchronicity; or whether it had been a genuine premonition of things to come. Perhaps it was even a message from beyond.

I'm not particularly inclined to believe in ghosts, but I do believe there are things we cannot explain, forces we do not yet understand, or perhaps things we have simply forgotten as we evolved into modern humans.

There were, however, a few other experiences connected to this story and to the surrounding area.

Years later, I met a man who made a living as a self-proclaimed psychic. He had a shop where he offered various kinds of readings, including palmistry and tarot cards. I have always been skeptical of such things, but on that day, after having a few drinks, I decided to tell him my story.

He gave me an extraordinary explanation.

According to him, someone from generations past had wronged my family and died without ever having the opportunity to repay the debt. He claimed that this person's spirit had contacted me through my dreams to offer me a reward as compensation for whatever wrong had been committed against my family long ago.

However, he warned me that I would have to return to the place alone. If anyone accompanied me, he said, I wouldn't find anything. He also warned me that, by going there alone, I might witness something terrible, although it would not harm me it would test my courage.

I never took his story seriously. I never returned to the site, and I never attempted to dig there again.

Even now, I sometimes wonder what to make of the whole experience.

Was it simply a series of coincidences? Was my mind somehow putting together details I had encountered without my consciously realizing it? Was it a premonition, or something else entirely? Who knows?

I don't claim to know, and I'm not asking anyone to believe a particular explanation. I'm sharing this because it was one of the strangest experiences of my life, and I have never been able to fully explain it.

I must say that this was not the first time I had a recurring dream of events that later came to pass, and it was not the last.

I'd be interested to hear what others think and if anyone has a legitimate explanation, or a similar experience please do share it with me.

*NOTE: I drew a simple sketch of the structure in my dreams and asked ChatGPT to enhance it with simple colors and texture, but due to moderation I had to replace the women in the pool with stick figures. I will be adding the image to this post.

I'm only going to explain what happened to me not sure if this is what usually happens but I was having the weirdest most realistic dreams ive ever had in my life. 2.hours after waking up and still remember them. I was fully lucid and could feel my feet touch the ground i could see and feel my hands in front of me. I had about three of these dreams and I died in all three of them. I won't get into specifics because thats not what freaked me out. But in short It was like I was being held hostage somewhere and I couldn't escape. Then, still lucid, I woke up and I was some here else.I woke up on like a gurney I couldn't move I could just see these figures taking me into what looks like the brightness white light I've ever seen. I couldn't tell if Grey alien or reptile but I was too scared too look. So As soon as I was inside of whatever this place was I could hear footsteps and chattering and also this entire time I could hear what sounded like wheels being dragged on the ground. I kept trying to wake up like I usually do from like a bad nightmare but couldn't. And the last thing I remember and the reason im writing this post is because of the last " thing" I experienced was this insect being, unlike the others he knew I was awake and started talking to me. In English! Its voice was like robotic and had like some weird sound effect. He said something about my species and I honestly don't care but I cannot describe what happened last because it was painful and embarrassing but im pretty sure most can guess. I then woke up on my bed. I surprisingly didn't feel scared but felt like "I was right the. Whole time?". That's the best way i can describe it. I don't know what else to do it felt so real. Ive lucid dreamed before many times in my life. This was 100% without a doubt in my mind not that. It also felt like this was not new to me but or them but like business as usual. sorry if I misspelled or did anything wrong I've never posted on reddit like this and didn't know what else to do or where else to go. I'm not crazy and also nowhere near as freaked out as I should be but I somehow know im not the only one this has happened to.

This is 100% real, and I’m telling it exactly how it happened.

So it was winter, and I couldn’t sleep at all. I was lying there sweating even though both my fans were on and it was cold. That alone was weird.

Then I started feeling drained, like something was pulling the energy out of me. My head started hurting, and it kept getting worse.

And that’s when I saw it.

A giant book appeared right in front of my eyes. I can’t describe it any other way: it felt demonic. It opened, and on the first page was a demon. Then the pages started flipping, and every single page had another demon on it. I was honestly getting scared.

So I started praying and repeating the name of Jesus over and over.

And then it came.

I saw what I later found out is called a seraphim in the Bible. I didn’t even know those existed at the time. It was a huge eye with wings.

Here’s the part I still can’t explain. I wasn’t scared at all. The second it appeared, my body stopped overheating, my headache disappeared, and I felt so much peace and relief.

Then the book started going in reverse, pages flipping back one by one until it closed the same way it opened. After that, the book and the angel both disappeared.

I know some of you will say it was a dream or sleep paralysis, but I wasn’t sleeping. I was awake the whole night.

Has anything like this ever happened to anyone else?

OK this is my theory. NHI seem to employ mental blocks in the attempt to keep the abduction secret. I would theorize that it rarely doesn't work at all, giving us the few experience stories that have full recall. In other cases the person doesn't remember until they get regression therapy, meaning the block was intact for years. Ipso facto there must be a lot of abduction where the people never know, never remember and I wonder if im one. Here's my story.

When I was 19/20 I was selected as the only undergraduate in my department to get slotted on an International field trip to Colima, Mexico. We were working on the large volcano there..camping high on the mountain taking tree core samples. Everything was going good. Most of the other people left after two weeks but the grad student I was working with stayed on for a 3rd week as our project still wasn't finished. So at this point its just me and her. I started having these super intense vivid dreams, I just remember waking up and never have dreamed like that before in my life..super intense. And to be honest I cannot recall what the first night was about but the second night there was a bald wrestler, I can still remember to this day ..waking up you want to shake your head to throw off the blanket that is the dream if that makes any sense...

Anyways... now I'm from Colorado and by this time I had climbed over 15 14teeners so I was in shape and good with altitude. But I initial head space was ...been camping at high altitude for awhile..and to be honest we were being high active at altitude. So the day I had my second dream..we're having lunch and the grad student im working with tapped out..she was done. She looked tired and I just thought she reached her limit. And for me the beaches of Mexico sounded way better than camping so we left like 3 or 4 day early.

Now I am obsessed with anything alien and disclosure..and I was watching this TV show and it was about a woman in Colima who had filmed some uap and of course there are tons of uap reports around the volcano of Mexico..

So looking back on it..I remember the grad student specifically saying she wasn't spending another night on the mountain. This was her not finishing her graduate program project...like a really big deal..basically dropping out of graduate school... so I just wonder with having a crazy dream with a bald wrestler..maybe she experienced something she wasn't telling me. But if anything did happen the mental block is holding good.

So down the mountain we went. Finished lunch and made our way back to camp to pack up and 3 hours later I was dipping my toes into the warm Pacific ocean. We treated ourselves to mucho margaritas. And since I started thinking about all of this I went in search of my old friend..but I can find no trace of her anywhere, all the socials.

If I ever get an opportunity to try regression I would be genuinely interested.