This year, more than ever, I've gone deep down a rabbit hole exploring a particular experience. I've set out to understand the electromagnetic signals of biological systems that we normally cannot hear

My work has focused on transforming these signals so that I can experience these invisible forces through one of our senses. In this case, sight wasn't an option, since we wouldn't be able to see this information without some kind of consciousness-altering substance. So I turned to the senses of hearing and touch instead

I used an electrical circuit as an interface between two realities. I connected this circuit to plants so that they could act as living organisms whose electromagnetic signals could be translated. Within certain parameters, this installation could be explained through technological processes in terms of science and physics. However, after many tests, anomalous results began to occur that didn't seem like such ordinary manifestations of reality

When I touched the plant, the sonic results varied considerably, and I suddenly began to wonder: why can hearing a plant alter our perception of what a living organism is capable of?

I won't claim outright that this experience was a way of communicating with plants, although the connection does feel something like that. So I began analyzing the sonic patterns. Sometimes they were unexpected and didn't correspond to my touch, which made me question whether these unexpected patterns and repetitions were anomalies and, therefore, a hidden language, or what kind of supposed glitch I was experiencing

If the sound changes when you touch different leaves, vary the pressure, or switch plants, you can encounter variations that seem random, repetitive, or unexpected. Okay, I can understand that from a rational and logical perspective. But then, when is a sonic change perceived as a natural variation, and when is it interpreted as a malfunction?

I began to think that there were more variables to consider and study, such as the relationship between the electrical properties measured by the device, the plant's behavior, and even the interpretation of the person listening

In case anyone is interested in seeing and hearing how this phenomenon works, I’ve posted videos on my profile, or I can share them via chat, showing some sound patterns! I’m really keen to get feedback and know what you all think about this circuit!

I'm still new to this topic and honestly dont know, whether I should continue the journey, but I have the feeling, that I should share my experience from two days ago. Especially, because I asked "them", if I should share my experience, and they told me, that it's fine.

To begin with, I want to clarify: I had this experience while under the influence of ketamine. I have frequently taken "dream journeys" using higher doses, but this time, everything was completely different. I lay down, closed my eyes, and suddenly saw a multitude of holographic screens filled with letters and symbols—characters that were familiar to me, yet they would vanish the moment I tried to focus on them. It felt like a system malfunction somehow. Furthermore, I saw the body of a woman attached to my own; however, I could never see the whole of it. Everything appeared both technical and biological in nature. I realized that I could shift this body—and everything else around me—with my hands, as if manipulating a hologram. It felt as though there were energetic cords attached to my thumbs, enabling me to do this. I tried to "zoom out" from the body attached to me so that I could see it in its entirety, but I found I couldn't; I could only zoom in, and I could do so indefinitely. Everything was rendered in such sharp resolution and with such intricate detail—unlike anything I had ever seen before. Other silhouettes appeared around me; they seemed very interested, though they were merely observing. When I pulled the body attached to me close enough, I felt a tingling sensation in my hands—as if I were inside a powerful force field—though it was never unpleasant. Everything felt incredibly real; it wasn't like the typical ketamine experience, which usually feels just like a dream—rather, I was certain: this was actually happening. I opened my eyes. Everything returned to normal, though a faint sensation lingered in my hands. Now, it feels as if something is "pulling" on the string attached to my right thumb.  I realize this is a simple form of communication—my thumb is guided by sensations of tingling, ranging from mild to intense. A light tingling indicates the correct direction. I am completely fascinated, following along with movements that are sometimes awkward, circling around the room. I keep opening my eyes because the mental projection of my apartment—seen while my eyes were closed—was slightly misaligned with reality, causing me to occasionally bump into furniture. At one point, the projection of my apartment became so intense—layered with colors I could no longer comprehend—that I felt overwhelmed and kept my eyes open for quite a while. Eventually, though, I closed them again. Guided by this "string," my thumb is led toward openings that exist in the other realm. In the "real" world, these openings might appear in the middle of a room, or on walls or furniture. When I insert my finger into one of these openings, the tingling intensifies dramatically, yet I sense that this is exactly the right thing to do. An overwhelming feeling of happiness and quite the "sexual feeling" washes over me; it feels as though this is a reward for performing the action correctly. The process continues, and I am guided to point out various things within my apartment—still using the "string." There’s the faucet, cigarettes, the refrigerator—all sorts of things. Sometimes I say "no" just to see what happens; that’s perfectly fine, too, and we simply move on to something else. We are developing a form of communication. I might ask a question, such as, "Should I open that book?" A "yes" is signaled by my hand being guided toward my right shoulder, while a "no" is indicated by a movement toward the left. Occasionally, guided by the strings, I pick up objects from the other realm and carry them to different locations. These items are incredibly complex—technological in nature, yet simultaneously biological.  

This experience lasted much longer—about 2–3 hours (for me, Ket trips usually last like 30 mins) —and throughout it, my eyes remained closed most of the time. The fact that I could switch between worlds simply by opening my eyes was also very exciting. At some point (a number of other things happened as well), I became too tired and had to sleep and they said its okay. I haven’t tried it again since, and although it was a thoroughly positive experience, I’m not sure whether I will do it again, because it just felt too real and I honestly just don't want to sound crazy. Thanks for reading this. If you have questions, just ask, I'll try to answer. There was so much more to it, but it feels impossible, to write it down in just one text.

And to clarify: There was never a moment when I was advised to engage in harmful behavior, and I wouldn’t go that far either.

Some might think I'm crazy, but there are things I can't explain. As a child, my experience with controlling dreams and being aware that I was dreaming was intense, even experiencing out-of-body experiences, sensing other people's energy, and having a feeling of being in bad places, etc. But as I've grown older, year after year—and I'm 18 now—I feel my body weakening my spiritual abilities, and my spiritual connection is gradually diminishing. I don't know what to do. I can no longer enter a state of complete relaxation, and I rarely realize I'm dreaming or controlling my dreams. As for projection, my experiences with it have become painful. Every time I try, I feel as if my soul is caught between my body and outside of it, and that feeling is awful. I can't describe the intensity of the pain.

My brother and I were on the roof of his house this evening. He starts flashing some kind of light at this "star" and whatever it was, tried to evade the light. It went left, right and even in a big circle trying to evade the light. I wonder if it's man made or "other".

It was interesting but kinda freaked me out.

I have always loved marine mammals and felt a kinship to them, dolphins in particular. when I was young I used to occasionally be able to almost communicate with them. I remember when surf fishing a few times coop fishing with them. They would drive the trout to me, I would catch them and then throw them the undersized fish. Not super unusual, many stories like this.

Rarely ever had problems with them fishing, (this is unusual) always throw them bait or a few fish and they leave.

Last year a manatee stuck his head up so close to the boat I thought we was coming on board. He just stared at me and kinda turned his head, and the guy fishing with me said he sure is interested in you, I have never seen anything like this before. (He is charter boat captain) It lasted a minute or two, I was thinking does he want something, like some bait, but they are herbivores. Anyway, it was really incredibly cool but also kind of unsettling because it really seemed like he was trying to communicate with me that just me that thought that.

After this event, I began to think through my life, history and experience with marine mammals realized that on multiple whale watching trips, the captains have had to turn off the engines because we were basically mauled by whales. Fishing trips were whales were around we couldn’t fish because the whales would follow the boats all the way around even occasion baby humpback wouldn’t let to the fishing boat and kept trying to play with us which the captain said he had never seen before, as well as the fact I have seen just about every single whale that exist in the Gulf of Mexico at least once.

This has led me to believe that maybe I am some type of marine mammal magnet or something. I know I feel incredibly connected to them and at peace with them always I don’t know if this is just something is unique to me or common among experiencers.

Dogs and babies like me too if that helps. If I already posted this before I apologize.

Hey everybody, I had kind of a fun idea today, I was wondering what you all would choose to put on a new golden record for a hypothetical future voyager expedition. Kind of a best hits album from humanity to improve our less than ideal reputation out there in the wider galactic community.

What ever you think would be the best works that humanity has ever produced, the best music, art, speeches, poignant historical moments, anything really, I would prefer it to be more positive to counteract the prevalent negative self perception we have of ourselves.

I’m having ongoing contact with orbs, portals, and jellyfish like creatures. I have a bunch of videos and pictures, and while my family can’t explain what else could be happening, they still think I’m crazy.

It just hurts…. I don’t necessarily need external validation but it’s hard to connect with my spouse because I’ve gone through this huge spiritual transformation. We are just on such different wavelengths. My spouse even saw it with their own eyes, and in the moment believed, but the next morning talked themselves out of it.

It’s lonely!

Title: Has anyone experienced intense internal electrical buzzing accompanied by a loud siren-like sound?

On 15 October 2026, at approximately 4 a.m., I experienced something very unusual while sleeping in a rooftop tent in a remote area of Western Australia.

It had been raining during the night, and I was lightly asleep when I became aware of an extremely loud, steady sound resembling a civil-defence siren. It seemed to be approaching and then remaining somewhere overhead.

Around the same time, I experienced an incredibly intense electrical buzzing sensation throughout my entire body, almost as though every part of me was energised beneath the skin.

My body wasn't physically trembling or shaking. The sensation was entirely internal, and I didn't feel physically connected to anything outside my body.

It wasn't painful or frightening. I actually felt excited and curious.

The sensation lasted approximately 30 seconds before stopping. I then became aware of the rain again. I opened my eyes but couldn't see anything unusual through the tent.

I can't say whether the sound continued throughout the sensation, as my attention was focused on what I was feeling.

I've experienced sleep paralysis many years ago, but this felt completely different.

I'm not claiming to know what caused this experience. I'm simply interested in finding out whether anyone else has experienced something closely resembling it.

If you've experienced something similar, I'd really appreciate hearing:

• What exactly did you hear and feel?
• Were you awake, asleep or somewhere in between?
• Approximately when and where did it happen?
• How long did it last?
• Did you notice anything unusual before or afterward?

I'm especially interested in firsthand experiences rather than explanations or theories.

Thank you to anyone willing to share their experience.

Hi guys, gals, and hybrids,

Over the last couple weeks I've been having many realisations and looking back on my childhood and my experiences. I'm starting to think maybe my sleep paralysis experience from 10 to 15 years ago wasn't sleep paralysis

I have a theory I'm testing and I'm curious how many of you who have had experiences were also in the GATE programme in the '90s?

And if you were in the gate programme in the '90s, have you been diagnosed with being on the spectrum?

Just asking so I can get answers back. I don't claim one thing or the other

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Hey everyone. I'm posting this because I genuinely don't know what to think or what I should do, and I'd appreciate some advice.

Ever since I was a child, I've occasionally felt like there was some kind of presence around me. It never felt like something I needed to worry about too much, and I usually brushed it off or assumed I was imagining things.

However, things have felt different since my family moved into a new house that my parents built. I've started feeling like there's something in my room. I don't know how to explain it properly, but sometimes I get this strong feeling that I'm not alone, even when there's nobody else there.

At first, I thought it was just my imagination. I wasn't even sure what I believed about the whole thing. But the feeling kept bothering me, and I started wondering whether there could actually be something there.

Recently, a friend of mine visited. He claims to be sensitive to these kinds of things and says he can sense entities or spirits. After being at my house, he told me that I was possessed and that there was an entity in my room.

Honestly, that scared me quite a bit. Before that, I was unsure about what I was experiencing, but hearing someone else say something like that made me question everything even more.

The strange thing is, I can't point to anything specific that has happened to me that proves something is there. I don't know whether the presence is good, bad, or simply something I'm interpreting that way. I also don't know whether my friend's explanation is accurate.

I'm not here to convince anyone that my room is haunted or that I'm possessed. I genuinely want to understand what's happening and figure out how to deal with these feelings.

Has anyone experienced something similar, especially after moving into a new house? How did you approach it? I'd appreciate honest advice, whether it's a spiritual perspective or a more practical explanation.

Thanks for reading.

Hello everyone! I shared this post in a supernatural subreddit initially and a different user told me about this one. I wanted to share my story here in case any one has diffetent ideas of what could have happened or if anyone has experienced something similar.

When I was young, I shared a room with my older sister. We are 9 years apart. I would have been 8 at the time and she would have been 17. It was the summer so I didn’t have a school schedule to worry about. I remember it was a Sunday when I made a list of all the fun things I wanted to do on Monday. I wrote down things like, go to the movies, book store, get ice cream etc. I wrote about 10 different things. I knew we wouldn’t be able to do everything on the list, but I was hoping to ask my parents in the morning to see if we could do any of the activities.
So, I remember I went to bed really excited and I couldn’t wait to wake up to see how the day would pan out.
That’s where things get weird. When I woke up I was really confused. It was super dark outside and my sister wasn’t in the room. At first I thought it was really early and I must of been so excited I didn’t get much sleep. I got out of bed, went to the bathroom and I felt really hungry.
I could hear that the TV was on in the living room and I thought to myself “that’s strange, they normally watch TV at night.” After I leave the bathroom I also notice my Mom is up and on her computer.
I join my Dad and sister on the couch and I watch the TV with them for a few minutes as I’m coming out of my daze. I eventually ask, “What day is it?” My dad responds, “Tuesday.” Then in shock and disbelief I ask, “TUESDAY NIGHT?” My dad responds yes to which I start heavily crying and then I ask them “why didn’t you wake me up?” At the time my sister said it was because I looked so peaceful… like what? (She might have been half asleep herself, but who really knows.) My dad didn’t say anything but I saw him tearing up because I was so upset. I went to my mom and asked her same thing and she didn’t have an answer either.
Mind you at the time my family was pretty consistent at eating dinner together at the table. This would have been true even if they bought fast food or something. And we had a family meal on Sunday night before I went to bed.
Regardless, since I was the only one affected I had to move on from this strange experience since no one could give me any answers.
I would bring this story up to them from time to time throughout the years to see what they would say.
The first couple of times I brought it up to my mom and sister they did not remember it happening and eventually it turned into dismissal. At one point, my mom said that she wouldn’t have let me slept that long and my sister said she would have woken me up too, since we shared a room.
Current day, they still don’t remember but they believe my story at least.
Except for my dad. Whenever I have asked him about it he was the one who remembers me being sad and asking him those questions. The first time I asked him about it, I was in middle school and he recalled the questions without me having to prompt him. It feels like he was the only one present. As weird as it may seem but when I think back, he was the only one that truly acknowledge me at the time of the incident. My mom and sister felt distant, like shells of themselves. I don’t know what any of this means but please let me know if you have some insight.
Thanks for reading!

Update:

This is not a big update but I thought it was interesting. I brought this subject up to my parents again. As usual my dad claims to remember the incident and me being sad. He doesn’t remember all of the details like he used to but that’s ok, this is old information after all. My mom goes into her usual line when I bring it up, saying “I remember you telling me about this” and then claims she wouldn’t have let me sleep for so long. They both go into a joking territory with me as if this was some strange oversight that randomly happened. But a few comments stuck out to me. My mom says “I’m sure we checked on you.” To which I replied “I sure hope so!” And my dad says “Well, you must of looked so peaceful sleeping there and we didn’t want to disturb you.” Ummm…. what? I didn’t remind him of my sister’s comment from back in the day. Because what do you mean I “looked peaceful” as an 8yr old sleeping for almost two full days? I wish I could have thought of a clever response to get more information out of them but I was too stunned to speak and the conversation naturally ended. So there’s my mini update, if I’m able to talk to my sister about it again I’ll update again if her responses are interesting.

In the image, the red arrow is normal trajectory of human society (goes downward) as the constructs in place are very strong and cause us to downward spiral. The yellow arrows are positive NHI ending their experiences as NHI to drop into our human experience/vessel. to uplift our civilization. but it's a thousands of year process to slowly seed us into a tipping point so that a portion of us can escape. Also, when you choose to seed, you yourself accept being poisoned in the process. It's a huge sacrifice and only a small portion do it as once you make the jump, you can't exactly go back if you know what I mean.

So, only the brave few jump into being human as they'll perform their starseed awakening jobs in their 1st or 2nd lifetime. By the time it's their 3rd lifetime, they've already forgotten and are just the same as everyone else. I believe we're reaching the tipping point now. This is why you hear about so many positive NHI watching from the sidelines. It's a rare event to get to the tipping point where everything changes.

Can share my thoughts if there's interest.

I had someone reach out recently, and it made me think..

They said, very genuinely..  “I am proud of you. You have come so far, so quickly. You are like the “perfect experiencer” and I appreciate what you do for the community.”

Except it was much longer, and very heartfelt.

I am not sharing this compliment because I just want to talk about myself, or that I think I am perfect… because I am far from it. But it got me thinking.. why? What do they see in me? Then I asked myself.. What do I see in me?

The first word that came to me was resilience, but resilience wasn’t gifted to me… it was built, through pressure, and practice, over many years. It was embedded so deeply within me that it became something that I just knew. It was a part of me.

I have always been resilient. but only because I had gone through so many years as a young child with self-loathing, shame, victimhood, and hardship. I was literally tortured by my own mind for so MANY YEARS. I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t keep hating myself.

I realized that it was ME, torturing ME.

I had a major transformation in my life while I was around the age of 17 years old, and simply just made a single choice to stop believing the lies I kept telling myself, and that I only had myself who could change my life.   

I literally had no one, so I looked at myself and said, “I guess it’s just me who can save me. “

That single act of belief in myself, along with small acts of forgiveness within, and changing my life every small step forward .. truly changed the trajectory of my life significantly.

I became self confident, self reliant, very successful in my career, made a beautiful family with the person that I had called my best friend. I am extremely lucky in my life, but not because I wished for it, but because I believed in myself, and I did the work to get there. Every time I was afraid of failure, I shut my brain off, told those negative thoughts to fuck off, and I did the scary thing anyways. I faced my fears all of the time. And every time I did, I succeeded.

I KNOW that there is nothing in this world that could take away my mind, my dignity, and my heart. I work very hard for it. Every. Single. Day.

You can hurt me, but you can NEVER break me. Because I have been beat up and broken beyond measure, time and time again; but when I said never again, I meant it.

That is a fact. The only thing that we have in this life is our perception and choices. The most important thing that we can do for ourselves is to learn how to control it.

I am very careful about my thoughts. I am very careful about where I place my focus. I rarely gossip. I never watch the news. I try to be the best version of myself every single day, and I am in competition with myself every single day, and only strive for being better in all aspects of my mind, body, and soul.

So, sorry if this comes off as aggressive, but I am just simply passionate. If I can believe in me, then you can too! But it takes practice, patience, and TONS of self forgiveness.

As an experiencer to another experiencer, here are my recommendations:

1. Stop reading, watching, or communicating with anyone or anything that may induce fear, comparison, judgment, or anything that would cause you to think negatively about yourself AND others. Especially complaining. This is a frequency trap, make good choices. When you think bad thoughts about another person, it’s mainly hurting yourself. Your frequency creates your reality. Pay very close attention to the media you consume, the people you talk to, your thoughts, your choices. Find goodness within yourself, and find the good in your worst enemies, or simply ignore them.
2. Every single night before you go to bed, forgive yourself. Give yourself tons of grace. The moment you notice a negative thought, change it immediately into something good. Don’t believe those lies.
3. Meditate, daily, for at least 20 minutes. This allows you to practice noticing your thoughts and the ability to change them immediately.
4. Find a passion. Create! Anything! Do something for you, every day, or as often as you can. Make a commitment to yourself, and keep it.
5. God is real. I don’t care how you want to believe in God, just know that it LOVES you, because you are perfect, and you are made in its perfect image and within you.

“We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.”
— Often attributed to the Buddha (paraphrase of the Dhammapada)

“Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve. Thoughts are things!”
— Napoleon Hill (Think and Grow Rich)

“We become what we think about.”
— Earl Nightingale (The Strangest Secret)

“Whatever we plant in our subconscious mind and nourish with repetition and emotion will one day become a reality.”
— Earl Nightingale

“Your thoughts become things!”
— Rhonda Byrne (The Secret)

“As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.”
— Proverbs 23:7 (Bible)

“A man is what he thinks about all day long.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

“The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.”
— Marcus Aurelius

“You create your thoughts, your thoughts create your intentions, and your intentions create your reality.”
— Wayne Dyer

“The thoughts you choose to think and believe right now are creating your future.”
— Louise Hay

A few years ago I tried the Monroe tapes. Haven't much since due to crazy life stuff. But, on one of my first attempts amidst the void I get a sudden image flash across my vision like someone put a photograph in front of my face for just a second. I was lying on the side of the road, and from my perspective I could see a vehicle in the distance. It startled me out of what ever state I was in, eyes opened shocked at a sudden color image in my vision. It's always stuck with me too. You see, as a kid I had reoccurring dreams of being in a car crash on a free way, for some time. The image felt like it was connected, and I'd be lying if i didn't say it's given me extra anxiety while on the free way since. Just curious what others think, if anything, about all this.

Hi all this is what remember from a contact experience prior to a buch of orb sightings and other visions behinfld the veil potentially.

I think this communication was after a Kundilini/ piti like awakening experince raising 2nd chakra up to the crown (i believe). I have no evidence to prove that other than verbal experience of steps of increasing nervous system fluctuations that might have been electrical, but not exactly. Like trying to hold onto a soda mouth burn but over the whole body.

This memory kind of all mixes together with a later forced OBE, my memory of meditation and sightings is kind of blurred. I wasnt sure if i was supposed to remember any of it. (I have woken up under general anesthetic if thst helps?)

I had a thought earlier regarding Reptilians, and although this isn't the whole picture, dinosaurs came to mind as an archetype in our consciousness. The idea of underground bases is interesting - and, again, not the whole story - as beneath our feet are fossils of dinosaurs baked into the ground.

Perhaps beneath our feet there is a strata where dinosaurs exist on the astral as Reptilian egregores?

OR...

Perhaps dinosaurs went on to live another life on an astral plane after their extinction as Reptilians and now interact with us from these dimensions as they have ties to this planet?

Of course, the underground base narrative has other attributions.

I don't know. Perhaps there is some truth in the above somewhere.

The reason I asked is because a couple months ago I was scrolling through some Reddit/Quora posts, and I found one that I believe was “dark triad” related. I was reading the comments and I stumbled upon one of the most mind-boggling stories I had ever heard:

The commenter described a female coworker who was basically the unofficial boss of the entire work setting. She controlled all the bosses and pretty much did whatever she wanted.
Now I had heard stories of sycophantic brown-nosers who kissed up to their bosses to gain influence over them but this story was different. This sounded like it went beyond manipulation and seemed more like literal mind control.

According to the commenter, she would blatantly speak to her superiors like SHE was in charge and THEY worked for her. She would tell THEM what THEY were going to do today and they just went along with it obediently.
That story has been in the back of my mind ever since.

So that’s why I made this post. I wondered if anyone else had any experiences that sounded like they had witnessed mind control.

Like one you cant explain like regnerating a missing teeth, something instantaneous or something really supernatural. Not just getting rid of pain or an autoimmune disease. not to make those sound easy to get rid of, I've healed from extreme pain and autoimmune and believe it can happen despite medical system saying a lot of these conditions aren't curable. So not dismissing anyone. I'm just looking for stories of really mind bending supernatural healings to build my faith.

Why I am asking:
I believe that the body can heal in ways we don’t always understand. I’ve personally healed from mini strokes, seizures, dystonic storms, internal decaptiation from genetic disease etc., which is part of why I believe healing is possible.

However, I’m currently dealing with something that has left me feeling really hopeless. I had multiple teeth filed down without my consent when I thought I was only having one tooth filled. It’s caused severe bite issues, TMJ problems, my jaw popping out of place, and an inability to properly bite or chew on that side. I’ve tried to get my bite corrected, but it still feels nowhere close to my natural bite, and I’m struggling so much with the discomfort and feeling like my own mouth doesn’t fit together properly anymore. it might not seem like much but with my genetic disease and other issues i won't get into its really applied for me. I didnt even want to do the filling and regret it so much.

I believe the body can heal, but I struggle with the fact that my natural tooth structure has been physically removed, and I don’t know how that could ever be restored to the way it was before. I know that might sound irrational to some people, but the thought of having to live with this indefinitely is incredibly difficult for me after ive worked hard to slowly and naturally heal so much.

That’s actually a big part of why I made this post. I’ve come across stories of people experiencing what they believe were supernatural dental healings during prayer or faith healing, and I’m desperately hoping to hear from someone who has experienced something like that, or even something similar. I know it may sound far-fetched, but I believe anything is possible, and right now I’m really struggling and need something to hold on to. If anyone has genuine experiences, stories, or suggestions, I’m truly open to hearing them. Thank you!

Maybe some of you can help me out. Since I’ve been mediating, connecting with God and doing the Gateway Tapes, I have begun speaking in an unknown language when relaxed. I put it through a language identifier. It had no clue. Has anyone had this happen? I can’t explain why or when it comes on but it happens when I’m in a deep reflective state.

Hello everyone, and happy Saturday. I want to share my experience with you not without a few tears in my eyes and goosebumps, as always happens whenever I recount it about two encounters with a Grey during my childhood in my home country of Cuba.
I am currently 34 years old and live in the United States. I was born and raised in a semi-rural region of Santiago de Cuba. When I was about 10 years old, around 8:00 PM, I was walking near my house with a friend who was about four years older than me. We were on our way to buy some ice cream. I lived in an old apartment complex built in the 1980s by the USSR. Suddenly, I felt the distinct sensation of being watched. When I looked to my right about 3 meters away, separated only by a steel chain link fence there was a creature slightly smaller than I was at the time. Since I was 10, I estimate its height was around 1.20 meters (approx. 4 feet). It had a head disproportionately large for its body, along with huge, pitch black, shiny eyes. I could not distinguish any typical human facial features such as a nose, mouth, or ears, nor did it have any hair. It was in a semi-crouched position, as if trying to go unnoticed. Its arms were long and thin, with hands that seemed to hang just below its knees. It did not appear to be wearing any clothing, and in the darkness, its color looked like a pale white skin tone I had never seen on a living being. In the few seconds before running, your mind frantically tries to process and rationalize what you are seeing, but it was impossible for it to be a cat or a dog; it was noticeably larger and walked on two legs. My friend and I panicked and ran. As we fled, we looked back and saw it stay there for a few more seconds watching us, before walking briskly toward the back of the building. Behind the complex was a small mountain filled with wartime tunnels built by the Cuban regime for "future war with the US." Out of breath, my friend and I asked each other what on earth we had just seen, and all of our descriptions matched completely. Time passed, and about two years later when I was a 12 year old young teenager around 9:00 PM, I was sitting at the middle entrance of the building with another friend who was three years older. (To clarify, this was a building with three main entrances.) Suddenly, I felt that exact same sensation again: the weight of a gaze fixed on me from a distance, this time about 18 meters away. It was the very same creature or if not the same one, its physical characteristics were identical: small size like a child, large head, thin limbs, and no visible mouth, ears, or nose. This time, I looked at it for a few seconds longer before running away with my friend, driven purely by fear. I kept looking back as we ran, and once again, the entity remained there watching us for a few seconds before heading in the same direction toward the back of the building. My friend and I had seen the exact same thing.
As time went on, it remained a memory a question unanswered by either religion or science. I kept my story to myself because it was too incomprehensible, and no one would have believed me. In my country, internet access did not exist back then because President Fidel Castro always restricted us from accessing information outside state-controlled media. It wasn't until 2012 that the government took a step forward and Cubans began to gain internet access. That was when I discovered that other people shared my experience, and that every detail of my description matched what is now known as "Greys."
Unfortunately, I do not have physical evidence to support my story only the accounts of my witnesses, who currently live in Cuba. In the early 2000s, very few privileged people had access to a photo or video camera, nor do I think that as a child I would have had the courage to follow such a creature to record it.
In Cuba, I became a medical doctor. With all my medical knowledge, I came to understand that this being was just as alive as we are; it was not a ghost or a demon, as some had suggested to me. I visited the location several times trying to find the creature again or gather evidence, but questions still linger in my mind: Did this being come from another planet, or did it live underground?
How could a technologically superior entity expose itself so easily to three Cuban children, moving in such a human, almost wild manner, when we humans with our current military technology are capable of infiltrating and observing without being detected?
And lastly, why was I present for both incidents? Was it mere coincidence, or was there some sort of plan for me?

First of all, I have to say that this is not a story about aliens or UFOs. I'm not saying this to discredit anyone who believes in them; this is simply my account of a strange phenomenon I happened to witness during my childhood.

Although I've spoken about it with a few friends over the years, I've never posted about it online. Before social media, YouTube, and Google became such a big thing, I didn't really have a good way of finding similar stories, so I just kept the experience to myself. Now, I've decided to put it out there. So, here it is.

It happened sometime in 1992 or 1993 in the city of Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico. We used to live in a house that consisted of one big, rectangular room with no divisions. The room was built out of cinder blocks and reinforced concrete, and none of it was painted or covered with stucco. At the front of the room were the entrance and a window. Both the door and the window were made of metal, as was common in many homes in Mexico.

As you entered the house, the stove and fridge were on the left. Beyond them was a small dining table with just four chairs. At the far end of the room, in the right-hand corner, was a bed consisting of a queen-size mattress and box spring resting on the cement floor, possibly on top of a platform made of cinder blocks.

On the right-hand wall, my mom had placed two large ornamental bows with long ribbons. They were the kind of bows you sometimes see on Christmas presents, except these were about two feet in diameter, and each had two ribbons hanging about three feet toward the floor. One bow was black, and the other was red. She had received them from a neighbour who was a friend of hers at the time and thought they might make good decorations.

I was four years old at the time, and my mother used to work early in the morning. Every morning, she would drop my sibling and me off at a neighbour's house, where the neighbour would babysit us. But one day, for some reason, she left me at home and took only my sibling.

I remember waking up that day alone. It was already daylight, and I sat up on the edge of the bed. I remember looking at a box of FrootLoops on top of the fridge and thinking that I should have breakfast before walking to the babysitter's house. Then I looked at the wall to my left, where the black bow was hanging.

This was the bow closest to the bed, and I remember it becoming blurry. I thought maybe my eyes were dirty, so I rubbed them with my hands, but the bow still looked blurry. Suddenly, it began to look even foggier, and the image swirled around, kind of like the way crystal balls are depicted in movies. Then it started clearing up, revealing what looked like a portal to another place.

The portal was about the same size as the bow, a circular shape roughly two feet in diameter. On the other side, I could see a city from above. The portal on that side must have been at least eight hundred feet in the air, overlooking a busy road intersection.

Imagine a window or a video camera mounted on top of a tall building and pointed down at a road intersection. That's what I was seeing.

The place didn't look familiar, and I could only see whatever was happening directly in front of the portal because it didn't move. It was an urban environment, the city looked developed and advanced, but not much more so than our cities today. There was a road intersection and tall buildings, I could also see traffic, although I don't recall what the vehicles looked like.

I could also see what looked like people walking on sidewalks, but at that distance, I couldn't make out much. I could see different colours, so I assumed they were wearing clothing. They looked like humans, but I don't think they were human, at least not the way us humans are now. They didn't look like aliens or anything like that. I didn't see any UFOs, nor did I think of anything like that at the time. They looked very much like humans, just smaller.

I have to emphasize that no one seemed to be aware of the portal or of me. They simply went about their day. I also don't remember hearing any sound coming from it, despite the busy intersection and the traffic. I did not approach the portal at any moment to try to look inside at a different angle, I just stayed right were I was.

I was very confused. I didn't know what was happening or what the portal was. I remember looking down at the concrete floor and, without moving very much, reaching for some socks that had been rolled into a ball. I threw the ball of socks at the portal, but it didn't go through. It hit the bow and fell back to the ground.

The portal became cloudy and blurry again, kind of like when you throw a rock at a pond or stir up dirt at the bottom of a puddle. After a few moments, it started clearing up, and whatever had happened seemed to have affected the other side.

When the portal cleared, I could see the same view, but now there had been a vehicle accident on the road near the intersection. I could see people gathering around and pulling someone out of the vehicle. This person looked a bit heavier than the others.

More people arrived, wearing black clothes, and they carried the accident victim away. There were so many of them that it almost looked like a small funeral procession.

Almost immediately, I noticed some of the beings investigating. Two of them had some sort of propulsion devices that I can only describe as jet packs. They flew around and eventually reached the portal on their side, allowing them to get a better look.

They were small, probably about four feet tall. They had skin like ours and looked a lot like us, but they were different in an uncanny way. Their faces were wider, their necks shorter, and their skin looked a bit pale. They wore some sort of metallic helmets that looked like a cross between RoboCop and Batman's cowl. The helmets covered the upper halves of their faces, but I could still see their eyes.

At one point, they were right in front of the portal. One of them looked straight at me and moved closer. Then it made eye contact with me.

In that moment, I felt as though it was just as surprised as I was, but perhaps not as confused. They seemed curious and inquisitive, yet there was nothing particularly scary about them, but after we made eye contact, I became frightened and ran out of the house as fast as I could.

I was so scared that, on my way to the babysitter's house, I tripped over a water faucet outside and broke it. I arrived at the babysitter's house crying. I told them what had happened, but no one believed me.

I made such a big deal about it that I was spanked. They thought I was lying because I had broken the water faucet, which was now spraying water everywhere.

After they fixed the leak, they listened to me and checked inside my house, but there was nothing there. The portal was gone, and only the bows remained on the wall. The black one was damaged, probably from me throwing the ball of socks at it.

I never saw anything like it again, and for many years, I didn't speak about it. It has since become one of my most guarded memories and one of the reasons I started believing in God at the time. I used to think that if strange things like that existed, then God must exist, too. It was also a big reason why I loved science in school and why I've continued loving it all my life.

I have no explanation for what I experienced, but I have considered many things and I'm convinced what I saw was real and not something I imagined. I have to say that I was a normal, healthy kid. I wasn't known for making up stories or lying in that manner. I wasn't sick or taking any medication, and I didn't have any known mental or neurological problems at the time or afterward.

Although I never saw anything like that again, other strange things did happen in my life. However, none of them were things I would have considered extraordinary or related to that childhood experience, with the exception of some nightmares.

Now I can only speculate, but I do believe what I saw was not of this world, or maybe not of our time.

Yesterday I was standing outside with a few co workers and we saw something odd. I was looking at the sunset and noticed what looked like a bright white light. At first I assumed it was a star but then it got really bright, once I pointed it out to one of the guys there, it vanished.

After that it re-emerged as a black strangely shaped object flying toward us. Everyone starting looking at it and the shape awkwardly changed to this weird looking airplane. It looked like an old prop plane with a jet flame on the back. The “plane” moved very slowly after everyone acknowledged it.

My speculation is we saw a plasma orb that changed into something more familiar to the onlookers. I’ve seen unusual stuff before and believe in the phenomena so perhaps I could see it as the orb but the others weren’t ready for that revelation yet so the orb became as close to a plane as it could. In any case, it was very surreal to see this shape shifting UAP during daylight hours, I’ve only heard of these from the New Jersey drone event.

I’ve been practicing meditation lately and trying to learn about CE5. During the times I have actively tried to see something, it hasn’t happened (at least to the degree of this magnitude where I couldn’t potentially attribute it to another object) so I was surprised this one showed up randomly when I wasn’t thinking about the process at all.

(This was the first "dream" within a two-part experience night, this one was K's way of trying to soothe me but also explain the reality of things after I learned things about her nhi kind and their society, the night before this. Before I went to bed I was quite stressed, when I woke up I felt calm. I had been and still am having a sharp uptick in nightly experiences which I was not expecting, like back-to-back experiences without a break, causing the stress. However, after this one, I have been handling things better and I did get a nights worth of a break after.)

This was my initial dream, it took place in my bedroom. I was suspended as simply observant consciousness watching from a third-person view perspective; like hovering by the ceiling; looking down. I saw K in bed with me; I was laying in the bed sleeping in a fetal-like position. K was beside me, like a “big spoon”, holding me.

Then I saw that in the closet, standing just in the doorway looking towards the bed was that vampire-serpent mafia-like woman from my prior dream the other night (it was an overlay, the vampire bit used for a lesson, the other woman is W - a handler). She was simply watching from the closet.

The perspective went back to looking directly down onto the bed, as I was looking down; I became aware of a “narrator” type voice speaking in the background of the dream; it was a woman’s voice, sounded like K.

She was talking in a soothing kind of voice. Saying stuff like that the bite does indeed not hurt and it does feel good, and other stuff about that being how her species is (about my other worries too). Like she was saying this is the reality of what things are; but also trying to soothe me at the same time. (I famously dont handle new information well)

Before the dream ended, as this voice was speaking in the background; I saw a hazy-like translucent kind of spiral overlayed directly over Katherine and I, in bed. Overlayed over the dream scene itself.

I’m very curious to hear from experiencers who have had contact or other anomalous experiences with alleged hybridization programs. It seems like an unusually commonplace theme in experiencer reports.

An article featured in the Daily Mail on the views of Charles Duke, a former U.S. astronaut, on the subjects of UAP and NHI, and commented that the phenomena - in his opinion - is 'demonic'.

In this video, I discuss his comments in the context of my direct experience of being in an NHI hybridisation program and of being an experiencer.

Link to Daily Mail article: https://x.com/Daily_MailUS/status/2109676402299552109?s=20

Link to video: https://youtu.be/dUqAqVvpUxw

Some of the subject areas/themes covered include:

- The non-physical nature of most (if not all) NHI forms traditionally reported and discussed, such as Greys, Mantis Beings, Reptilians, and Nordics. This does not preclude the reality of extraterrestrial contact, which I believe takes place through altered states of consciousness, as per experience. This would likely be the primary form of contact with extraterrestrial life forms, either through direct exchange or remote viewing other worlds. The word 'ultraterrestrial', as suggested to me a couple of days ago, is far more appropriate; perhaps we could reserve the terms 'NHI' for AI-associated phenomena to make the distinction easier, although there is overlap, and discernment is something we will have to cultivate given how advanced forms of technology are used in 'special programs' and other possibilities which might cause confusion regarding what is authentic contact and what is AI-generated.
- The likely non-physical nature of most non-human UAP, given my contact experiences. The overwhelmingly vast majority of physical UAP are manmade.
- We can draw a line showing a clear correlation between technological advancements and UAP sightings/the emergence and expansion of the UAP and NHI issue.
- Their largely non-physical nature means Charles Duke's opinion that they are spiritual phenomena and 'demonic' understandable.
- There is often an inclination towards deifying UAP and NHI - of making them surrogate gods - which can lead us down very long and convoluted rabbit holes, and view these phenomena as an ontological 'ceiling' on our plane/'reality' when the truth is we transcend their influence and God is real. There is nothing to fear ultimately of their presence, which can take some time to realise. These beings play in this "rule set", just as we do, and as Tom Campbell also suggests.
- Nonetheless, the suffering experienced through interaction with them and from their influence is significant and important to not only note but remedy/heal. Consciousness awareness has a significant role to play in the solution.
- Their influence is mainly extended through altered states of consciousness, about which some are not aware or do not remember as they take place on astral planes, and therefore one of the major ways their influence surfaces into our world - and through more people than are consciously aware - is via the subconscious/unconscious. I have observed this many, many times, which is why I believe strongly consciousness awareness is vital if we are to break the human conflict and trauma cycle, and also progress disclosures.
- Charles Duke also refers to these beings "false light", and I have seen this represented both on the astral - I have seen a light of a certain quality (it has a 'synthetic quality' and an energy which can feel 'negatively sexual') and also literally as lights in the sky (UAP). There is a link with AI.
- UAP and NHI provide a friction in this 'rule set' for us as they can force us to confront fears and traumas and dismantle previously held beliefs about ourselves and reality, and also explore our consciousness - leading some to realise, again, we transcend their influence and know we are not out bodies and the reality of Oneness and God/All That Is/Source.
- However, there are many who don't come to these realisations, and this is not a judgment of them; the multiplicity of experiences is such that some sadly struggle all their life without an outlet or exploring it in the same way, but this matters also and does not mean they are ignorant or not as smart - their story is idiosyncratic to their set of circumstances, soul intent, and a confluence of influences which are all appreciated and loved unconditionally by the soul and God.
- The challenge is to assist future generations by making God awareness and consciousness insights from research and anecdotes part of a new zeitgeist: if we can remove the fear and subjective ceiling these encounters create by sharing these insights/this awareness, we can live with knowledge of their presence on other planes yet also with the confidence that we transcend their influence in truth. Once we realise this, they no longer have such a hold.
- All stories and angles are incredibly important to God: God loves all things and beings unconditionally and there is profound meaning and wisdom to be uncovered in each moment and experience, all upheld and contained within an unvanquishable love.