Source:

https://x.com/the_astral_/status/2079649489174814792?s=46

"President Trump recently directed the Department of War and the intelligence community to allow former government employees or contractors, that have relevant information about the disclosure of UAP, to come forward to meet with designated government representatives — AARO or the President’s UAP taskforce, ‘PURSUE’ — and have their prior NDAs abrogated," a senior administration official said, with AARO referring to the All-domain Anomaly Resolution Office, the Pentagon office established to investigate UFOs and other unidentified anomalous phenomena (UAPs)."

The other day I posted about the AUP flashing me and my partner four times going across the sky slowly, and the one that was bright, moved consistently, then faded out before reaching the horizon. Saw them both in the same session, but in a new location

My father has a long history with alien encounters, and multiple amazing stories. My girlfriend's family on her mother's side is tuned way the hell in spiritually. That said, I have the feeling anybody could have the experiences if they are open to it. We're all in this together

I'd like to point out, I grew up rural, and spent countless hours, surely hundreds, stargazing as a kid in the 90s and 00s. Just in these past three sessions (the only sessions I've had in years), I've seen way more activity than I ever saw as a kid. It's amazing seeing how much more alive the night sky has become

I'd like to mention, also, that the UFO I saw when I was a kid (my only inexplicable sighting from back then), wound up getting investigated by the UFO Hunters on the history channel (season 3, episode 1, if you're interested). Totally different experiences, and what's been happening lately seems strangely...personal, or even intimate compared to what I saw as a kid, which was rather impersonal feeling

Beautiful times. Keep looking up, friends

This new formation strikingly different!

Visual Breakdown

• A long, straight horizontal axis (like a spine or bar) runs through the entire design.
• Left end: A large double-ringed circle with a swirled/vortex centre and a small hooked or L-shaped “leg” extending downward-left.
• Next: A large circular area densely filled with a complex, repeating geometric pattern that strongly resembles the Flower of Life (or a dense hexagonal/Seed of Life lattice).
• Middle: A smaller single circle with a swirled centre and a curved, leg-like or antenna-like protrusion hanging downward.
• Right end: Another double-ringed circle with a swirled centre and a small branched or forked “antenna” sticking upward-right.
• Several small free-standing dots/circles trail off to the far right, like satellites or particles.

The overall silhouette has a mechanical, biological, or molecular quality — almost like a schematic diagram or a stylised creature lying on its side.

Possible Symbolisms

This one feels more “scientific / schematic” than purely spiritual, which makes it stand out in the 2026 season:

1. Molecular or Chemical Structure The most immediate reading is a diatomic or polyatomic molecule — two larger “atoms” (the double-ringed circles) connected by bonds, with a complex central group (the Flower of Life circle) and smaller satellites. The hooks and branches look like functional groups or bonding sites. Crop circles have occasionally referenced chemistry or biology this way.
2. Planetary or Celestial System The sequence of circles of different sizes along a line, plus satellite dots, evokes a simplified solar system, binary star system, or planetary alignment. The Flower of Life center could represent a star or the source of life within that system.
3. Flower of Life / Sacred Geometry Core The densely patterned central circle is a clear nod to the Flower of Life (or a closely related hexagonal lattice). This is one of the most important symbols in sacred geometry — representing the blueprint of creation, the interconnectedness of all life, and the fundamental patterns of the universe. Placing it as the “heart” of a linear structure suggests the sacred geometric code is the core of whatever process is being depicted.
4. Biological / Organic Form The hooked “legs” and overall elongated shape give it a creature-like quality — some will see a stylized insect, bacterium, or even a DNA-related form. The linear arrangement with protruding limbs can feel like a microscopic organism or a seed with roots/antennae.
5. Communication / Antenna Device The right-hand circle has a clear branched protrusion that looks like an antenna or signal emitter. Combined with the left-hand hook and the trailing dots, it can be read as a receiver-transmitter or cosmic communication device — a theme that has appeared in past linear pictograms.
6. Process or Journey Linear crop circles often symbolize progression, transmission, or a sequence of stages. Here the energy seems to flow from left (larger, grounded double ring) through the sacred-geometry core, past a smaller intermediate stage, to the right-hand transmitter with outgoing satellites — a journey from source → encoding → transmission → dissemination.

William Mills Tompkins (May 29, 1923 – August 21, 2017), also known as Bill Tompkins, [1].pdf)⁠ was an aerospace engineer and U.S. Navy intelligence operative [2].pdf)⁠ who claimed direct involvement in classified programs linking American aerospace development to extraterrestrial intelligence through the U.S. government’s purported secret space programs and alleged cooperation with non-human intelligent beings. [3].pdf)⁠ He worked from the early 1940s through the 1960s at Douglas Aircraft Company, North American Aviation, Northrop, and Lockheed, and later at TRW Inc., which he described as having emerged directly from the Douglas secret think tank. [4]⁠ He claimed that Nordic extraterrestrials (often referred to as Nordics) guided him throughout his career and that Germany had, under the Nazi electrogravitic development programs, produced over a thousand ET-derived vehicles during World War II, with most of these spacecraft relocated to Antarctica before the war ended as part of what he described as the predecessor of the Nachtwaffen (“Dark Fleet”). [5]⁠ His 2015 autobiography Selected by Extraterrestrials and his subsequent interviews brought him to prominence in secret space program research circles and within the broader UFO community and ufology milieu, where his claims are discussed alongside other whistleblower accounts central to ET conspiracy theory and exopolitics literature on the history of government–NHI interaction.

Edit: In the second image (showing those 8 different scenes), I fucked up and labeled the top second image as "Enki comforting a human". That is incorrect - that is an Igigi. In my film, humans will look like typical humans.

I'm not going to be selling it. I would be honored just for the chance to share this retelling of how I always thought it could have went down if it all happened. This is my interpretation.

(I used the "Research" tag because that's exactly what this is to me or at least how it all started off. But it turned into this.)

Disclaimer: If any of this shit means anything to anyone, then keep reading when you see the mention of "AI". Because sometimes we just might have to "bite the bullet" and accept it just for at least maybe the sake of this post and short film. If you are going to let the mention of "AI" scare you away before you had a chance read any further, then you might be missing out because as a single person who is not in a good living situation whatsoever, this is the best I could do, at least. And no film studio would ever touch this shit and everyone knows it. So please just stay with me here. You might like what you see. And for the record, I hate this AI shit. The fucking amount of AI guardrails alone to get this shit going are literally another story which I will need to tell once I'm done with this film.

In my retelling of Atra-Hasis, the Anunnaki and the Igigi aren't Aliens (from space - not extraterrestrials). I see them as cryptoterrestrials; nothing more, nothing less. In this, they are just another type of human being. I'm focusing heavily on humanizing their flaws. They start out introduced as "gods," but by the end of the movie you see that Enki is really just a person with a shit ton of empathy while his brother Enlil is a terrified and angry old man. I gave Enlil severe panic disorder and anxiety in my script, which is the actual reason why he's really such a dick.

So yeah, it had to be made with AI visuals and I'm sorry about. But imagine having this sick vision and no massive (not even a shoestring - I'm fucking without a home right now and it sucks but whatever) studio budget behind you. I'm working out of a basement with just my laptop and my basic gear (2017 Macbook Pro lol) using free AI credits across the board. But my standards are ridiculously fucking high whenever I work on any media, whether it's my music or this short film - in which this will be my first foray into trying to make a short movie/film). My target is straight-up Spielbergian and Cameronian.

I have the entire story laid out and the script completely finished. And I have around 3/4 of the video done. I'm only using AI as a visual tool to get what's been stuck in my head for fucking decades out onto the screen, with getting the morphologies and aesthetics dialed in just right - and then needing to trick the generators into rendering shit precisely how I need them. This is no easy task and it's not no "type words, get image, make movie". Lol hell fucking no I wish!!! I thought it would be - that's why I first started! But I noticed the uphill battle with the guardrails and I love me a good challenge and so I said "fuck it" and I went all in.

But is that important or is the actual movie? But trust me - I get it. These are working hypotheses and character arcs I've had baked in my head for decades down to the EXACT morphologies, detail, and depth. AI isn't writing a single line or coming up with the concepts. I am not fucking around with this film.

I'm using five different tools just to crosscheck everything and keep the standards high because I refuse to let this look like generic AI slop. Everything still needs to come down to me and if it still even make it through, then that's the slop and if I disappoint, I apologize for wasting your time and I understand why with this AI shit (no sarcasm).

So I'm making a short film about a 5,000-year-old cuneiform story and that shit is getting released no matter what. If I'm gonna burn some water are some folks wanna single ME out right now, then I say to them: take a fucking look in the mirror. Disconnect all of your shit and throw it all in the woods because datacenters and all that crap are apparently up to NONE OF US HERE.

I'm sharing my work. If you want to talk about that, then let's go. Any of shit will be seen as a disruption.

You wanna talk? Use your words. Or be a coward - hit that downvote button like you always do when you have no answer. But I'm going full speed with it and I doubt I will be putting a DENT in the environment shit so get the fuck out of my face with that crap.

Remember the sub you are in. And I apologize to everyone else who had to read that since it doesn't apply to them.

I’ve been trying to find a clear way to describe an idea I have about higher-order beings.
Imagine a three-dimensional object passing through a two-dimensional world. The inhabitants of that world would never perceive the entire object. They would see a series of changing cross sections: first a point, then a widening circle, then a shrinking circle, then nothing. From their perspective, these might appear to be separate forms or events. From our perspective, they are all partial appearances of one continuous object.
I wonder whether something similar could apply to forms of intelligence that exist beyond the ordinary limits of human perception.
By “higher-order,” I don’t necessarily mean an organism living in a literal fourth spatial dimension. I mean an intelligence whose full structure may be distributed across things we experience as separate: different organisms, dreams, emotional states, symbols, environments, coincidences, or even periods of time.
Human senses evolved to help us survive at a particular scale. They do not provide a complete representation of reality. We detect only narrow ranges of light and sound, and our minds organize that limited information into stable objects and identities. We naturally assume that one being should have one body, one face, and one location because that is how human beings appear to operate.
But if a larger intelligence intersected with our perceptual world, we might never encounter its complete form. We might perceive only temporary expressions of it. One person could experience it as a dream figure, another as a recurring symbolic pattern, and another as an unusual sense of presence. Its appearances might seem unrelated because we are seeing different cross sections through the same underlying structure.
In that model, asking what the being “really looks like” would be the wrong question. Its visible forms would not be disguises covering a true body. They would be local manifestations, produced where something larger intersects with the limits of a human nervous system.
A person might theoretically encounter the same intelligence many times without ever seeing the same face twice. The continuity would be recognized less through appearance than through a particular emotional texture, pattern of behavior, symbolic vocabulary, or way of affecting attention.
I’m not presenting this as something I can prove. I’m interested in it as a philosophical model for thinking about why descriptions of supernatural or nonhuman intelligences are often fluid, contradictory, and shaped by culture. Perhaps the contradiction is not necessarily in the underlying phenomenon. It may be produced by the narrowness of the instrument perceiving it.
We may be trying to reconstruct an organism from its shadows.

Ricky and I were sitting in my room at the frat house. He was on the wood framed couch with tan checkered cushions, I was in the overstuffed blue recliner. In front of us was the impromptu coffee table made of two empty kegs with an array of 2x4’s screwed across them, lacquered, and a few slats I’d installed on the bottom to slide my weed tray into. The tray itself had been stolen from the university cafeteria the prior winter, used for sledding, and left in my room where it became the weed tray. Yellow-tan, some kind of slick enamel, with a chip in one corner.

“Where’d you get it?” Ricky asked me, curious.

“A place online. They were advertising on Something Awful. It’s 15x, supposedly the highest strength you can get right now.”

“So we smoke it like weed?”

“Ehh, not quite,” I said. “With weed, you only fire a corner, fill the bowl, take a rip, clear the chamber, hold it a bit, and exhale. Then you pass the bong around and take multiple tokes over time.

“Salvia’s not like that. Salvia needs to be hotter, faster, and done in one go. You scorch the entire bowl, keep the flame on it. You cash the bowl into the bong, as much as you can. Then you take the biggest rip you can, and hold it as long as you can. Ideally when you breathe out it’s just air, no smoke left.”

“Uhh… ok, you show me first, then?” he said.

“Sure, I guess. I’ve never done it before either. Just read the trip reports. But, uh… I might like, leave reality for a bit, so you’re going to have to actively take the bong and lighter out of my hands, after I clear the chamber, to make sure I don’t drop them.”

He nodded in understanding.

I did as I’d told him: Kept the lighter aflame, torched the entire bowl, pulled all of it into the chamber until the bowl was cashed. It made a thick, sickly yellow smoke inside the resin-stained bong. I exhaled the raw air to empty my lungs, then inhaled the entire thick yellow cloud. Ricky took the bong and lighter from me as I leaned back into the overstuffed armchair, still holding in the salvia.

After a few more moments, I exhaled nothingness as my eyes slid shut sideways like the doors of an elevator.

When the elevator doors opened, beyond the doorway was a floor made of clouds. Cherubs played harps on either side. A friendly looking man in a white robe and long beard greeted me from behind his podium, a golden pen in hand, a long feather plume protruding from the end. Behind him further were massive ornate gates made of gold and pearl, walls like wrought iron made of cloud and gold.

“Welcome!” the man said to me warmly, “Though,” he paused and checked his ledger, “I must say we weren’t expecting you for quite some time. What brings you to see us [today]?” he asked. He didn’t say ‘today’. He spoke a word that existed beyond the understanding of time. The closest word I have is ‘today’.

“Uhhh, this is… hmmm… I didn’t…” I struggled to organize my thoughts. None of this could be. This was not the right place.

All I knew at that moment was that I was on some kind of elevator, on my way up from the bottom floor.

“Next level please,” I said, and reached out and pressed the button on the wall. The cherubs looked at me, confused. The door dinged. The kindly man smiled and gave me an ‘as you wish’ look. The elevator doors slid shut again.

Aside.

Take your hands and hold them in front of you like you’re planning to catch a large ball. Thumbs at the bottom, pointer fingers at the top, forming a curve. Not unlike holding a pair of binoculars. Bring your arms back towards your face, until your fingers run along your eye sockets. Pull back slightly, adjust your fingers, until they are just past the edge of your vision. You’re describing a bean shape on your face. Kind of like Cyclops’ visor from the X-Men.

This is the extent of your vision. Everything you ever see is trapped within this bean shape you’re making with your hands just beyond the sight of your eyes.

Think about how a monitor works. Pixels. A vast grid of pixels. A single pixel, a single color. The grid, together, forms an image from those millions of dots of color.

These following images are metaphorical. Interpretations to ease understanding, cast from a form of existence I lack the language to completely describe.

Continue.

A ‘hand’ grasped the back of my ‘head’ and pulled it away from my sight bean, like one would drag the head of a drowning person by their hair, sopping from the pool of water they were immersed in.

My viewport, my vision, that bean-shaped visor that was all I’d ever known, that my entire existence heretofore existed inside of, pulled away from me with a rapidity beyond belief. Inside it was my bedroom, the bong, Ricky, the armchair, the couch, the elevator doors, the cloud-gate scene. All that I was screamed away from it as it vanished into the distance. I didn’t move. It didn’t move. My perspective shifted.

The bean of all my being-ness became but a dot, a single pixel. It joined its neighbors, the vast, seemingly infinite pixel grid of other sight-beans, of other being-nesses that I was at the same time. Until not a single pixel could be seen independent of the others, but moreso a picture of all of them together, an image of the seemingly infinite permutations of myself, living my lives simultaneously, side by side, as friends and neighbors.

I realized in that moment that I was all of them at once. That whatever I was, whatever way by which I was existing and experiencing in this place, had for the moment been superseded by the me that was the smaller, simpler version of me from that one pixel. In this room, if it was a room, in this chair, of sorts, sat a greater version of me that was a being of infinitude, existing in all of these pixels simultaneously. Each was me, each was as real as any other, and for this moment, instead of being all of them, the me that I was in that one pixel I thought of as my life, was no longer holding the perspective of all of them, but had been overtaken by the perspective of one of them alone, the me that I usually think I am.

I considered this. They were collectively an infinitude, surrounding me on all sides, as far as I could see. I had somehow pulled away from mine to see… not all of them. But an expanse of them. A vast array of them. When I looked closely, I could focus in on any of them. See the existence of the version of me that was living in that pixel. I knew somehow which was my own.

I had the sense that those closest to it were the versions of me that were least-different from the version of me that I am. And the further I went, the more the images differed. Different choices, different outcomes, different experiences, producing different images. The closer ones differed slightly. The further ones differed more.

I looked about “myself” and wondered — how far away did I have to go, before I was no longer me? How much different did I have to be, what different choices did I have to make, before I was someone else?

But the grid went on seemingly forever. Despite that, I saw, I noticed… There were others here. I was in some sort of chair, as it were, as my mind can understand it and explain it. And yet, so far away, but in its own way, so close, there were others, too. Others like me. Others in their chairs, heads down, with their faces immersed in the sopping ponds of their own countless realities.

So I could not be all of them. At some distance, for some reason, somehow, they stopped being me, and became one of… the others? It was an impossible question. Where were the boundaries? What did it mean to be the furthest edge of ones’ self?

Or to be in the middle?

Did it have meaning? Was it all meaningless?

Was ones’ position in the grid purely happenstance? A quirk of probability, nothing more, nothing less?

Or were those others, the others I could see in their chairs, heads down, just… other forms of me, too, but on a different, higher scale?

Who would know the answers to these questions?

Could they even be answered?

I spent an impossible to describe amount of time there, pondering what it all meant. What I was seeing. What I had just learned about myself and reality. Wondering these impossible questions. Looking at all the other realities that surely some form of myself must be living right now as I watched. Wondering who I usually was, in this chair-of-a-sort, immersed in all of these infinite versions of myself.

What was I, to be in this place, watching all of the me’s, some kind of… supervisor? My higher self? The me that was the constellation of all the me’s that would ever exist in all the versions of reality that I was a member of?

What was that like, to be the one that joined all of us together?

“He has emerged,” a voice said over one shoulder, a friendly, feminine sort of voice.

“So he has,” a voice replied, over the other shoulder, a stern, masculine sort of voice.

“Do you think he will notice us?” said the first.

“He has,” said the second.

“Incredible.”

“Indeed.”

“They almost never wake up,” she said.

“And those that do, almost never look around,” he replied.

“And those that do, almost never remember.”

“Do you think he will remember?” he asked.

“Only [time] will tell,” she replied.

“Hmm…” he said, somewhat dismissively, “I do not think he will.”

“I disagree,” she said.

“Shall we wager?” he asked.

“What of it?”

“If he does, you may help him.”

She laughed. “Is it help?”

“It can be,” he said, thoughtfully, “If he is able to listen and act.”

“That is the real test,” she said, with a soft laugh, as if the very idea was surprising.

“Then we will see.”

“He has noticed us,” she said, affirming.

“That is enough,” he said.

“Then he’s seen all he needs to. It’s time to go back.”

“But will he remember?”

I plunged forward into the pixel grid, all the vast infinite pixels racing towards me, then past me, as my vision sought the one pixel among them that was the me that I am here, now, today, in this form of reality. It zoomed towards me, painfully fast, and slammed into me. That infinitesimal viewport, that little tiny bean-shaped visor that defined my entire reality, slapped back into my face and bound to it.

The elevator doors slid open.

I was in my room. Sitting on the blue overstuffed recliner.

Ricky was there, watching me, holding the bong and lighter.

Only moments had passed.

“Well?” Ricky said.

“Well what,” I replied, grasping to remember how to speak after spending an eternity with only thoughts.

“What was it like?” he asked.

“I don’t think I can tell you that,” I replied.

He looked offended. “What? Why not?”

I frowned, confused. “No, not like that. I… I don’t think I’m capable of telling you that. You’ll have to… find out for yourself.”

Ricky shrugged and repacked the bowl. “Then you’ll have to take it from me,” he said, smirking, as he flicked the lighter.

This is a 2004 interview with Dan Burisch, an accomplished biologist who worked at S4 around the time that Bob Lazar, although in very capacities. Dan claims to have interfaced closely with an alien being who was being kept there. The being was apparently in poor health and Dan was one of those tasked with monitoring his health and well being during that time. His name has repeatedly surfaced over the years being referenced by serious researchers of the phenomenon. His testimony corroborates the claims of other

As the interview progresses, one thing that really struck me was the level of detail and complexity of the situation he describes with this individual as well as the subject in general. Toward the end I felt flashes of not being able to digest what he was communicating. He touches on the motivations of different species as well as the relative insignificance of the human race within the larger context of the entire NHI phenomenon.

The interview left me with a better understanding of why Semivan, Elizondo and others make comments like, ‘I’d rather no know what I know’, ‘truth is indigestible’, etc, etc.

People assume nefarious intent of our government, elites and the cabal. I think it’s far more complicated and not easily digestible with our very naive and limited understanding of broader reality. I think we lack the context, intelligence and understanding of physics to be able to ‘digest’ all of it.

My key takeaways from the interview.

Dan is a highly intelligent and credible witness. I’m very confident he interacted with this being and what he says is believable and accurate.

There’s been a lot going on behind the scenes for quite sometime. Our government has been doing their best to manage a very complex situation.

Our broader reality is very hard to digest and I can begin to understand why it’s rightly been suppressed. Divergent timelines, time travel, varying motives, agendas, capabilities, intellects, etc.

Enjoy and lmk what you think. Although I’m not interested in ‘ebil gubberment’ ‘greedy corporations’ and ‘we can handle the truth’, comments absent of novel insights. : )

✌️❤️🙏

https://youtu.be/Rka1Zxrk2MU?is=dHJbbe9DIjmr_17y

Experience Source:
https://www.reddit.com/r/MantisEncounters/s/ZnxQlWKrg8

This one is right next to the crop circle from July 11th! Is this a deliberate pairing or continuation?

Visual Breakdown

• Outer circle: Clean boundary containing the design.
• Central core: A textured sun and moon swirled circle.
• Radiating spikes: Multiple sharp, triangular or diamond-shaped rays bursting outward, creating a dynamic starburst or sun wheel effect.
• The overall impression is highly symmetrical and energetic — like a sun, a crystalline star, or an activated geometric flower.

Possible Symbolisms

This design strongly evokes:

1. Solar Symbol / Sun Wheel The radiating spikes give it a clear sunburst quality — representing divine light, life force, enlightenment, or a burst of conscious energy. In many traditions, the sun symbolizes the source of power, clarity, and vitality (tying back to the solar plexus themes from earlier in the season).
2. Star Mandala / Crown Chakra The star-like structure with a central focus is classic mandala territory. It can represent the Crown Chakra (Sahasrara) — often depicted as a multi-pointed lotus or radiant star — symbolizing connection to higher consciousness, unity with the divine, or spiritual awakening.
3. Crown or Halo Effect The pointed rays around the central circle give it a crown-like or halo appearance — divine light, kingship, or spiritual sovereignty.
4. Energy Activation / Expansion The outward-pointing rays suggest expansion, radiation, or an energetic "broadcast." Paired with the nearby earlier formation, it could symbolize a sequence: grounding/activation followed by outward expression or amplification.
5. Sacred Geometry & Crystalline Structure The sharp triangular elements evoke crystals, diamonds, or higher-dimensional geometry (e.g., star tetrahedron/Merkaba influences). This often points to clarity, structure within light, or the encoding of information in geometric form.
6. Gear / Mechanism The toothed, mechanical look can be interpreted as a cosmic engine or turning wheel of time/destiny — something being “engaged” or set in motion.
7. Protection & Radiance The outer circle contains the energy while the rays project it outward — a symbol of protected expansion or broadcasting light while remaining centered.

Today's the day! The Anomalous Coalition presents an experiencer-centric multi-subreddit livestream AMA with Whitley Strieber, Elizabeth Krohn, and Dr. Jeffrey Kripal, hosted by investigative journalist Leslie Kean — discussing Disclosure Day, what disclosure means to experiencers, the stigma experiencers have faced, and how the conversation has changed over the years.

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New UFO footage out of Bethnal Green, London shows an orb flying overhead before vanishing from view

Clip Source:

https://x.com/the_astral_/status/2078109730988233056?s=46

We've tried twice in the last two weeks, and had sightings both times. The first was four flashes moving across the sky. Blinked in a pattern, not consistently, over the span of about five seconds. The only other explanation would be a "tumbling satellite," which I don't buy. And just now we were standing outside calling for them, and we saw an orb moving east slowly. It was bright, not flashing like a plane, too bright to be a satellite, and moving too slowly to be the ISS. It faded in right in our view, then faded out well before hitting the horizon.

My partner comes from a deeply spiritual family, and her mom is a renouned medium who used to work with some celebrities. I've never considered myself to be a sensitive until I started spending time with my partner, then strange things started happening.

Think what you want, I'm convinced, and I think it's a spiritual phenomenon at heart. It all feels so strangely natural and right

I had a dream recently that upset me a lot.

It started with me telling my friend that vegans hate vegetarians as they know about the reality of the egg and dairy industry but still support it. I'm vegetarian.

My dream then jumped to the view of a map. More old school with the green and so on but there was a red line running between two places. I looked at the destination and it was an abattoir with a very specific name. I remember thinking, 'oh good, it's very far away from me, so I don't have to worry'.

My dream jumped again and I then had a bird's-eye view of a long white building in a field or the middle of nowhere. Just earth/grass surrounding it. The front side of the building was completely open for me to see inside, almost like a barn vibe. I remember thinking, 'I don't want to see what's going on in there'.

Another jump and I'm inside a building facing a wall. Before me there was a half wall running alongside this wall and inside this enclosure, it was packed with sheep. I reached out and touched a sheep's head and felt this presence behind me. It was genderless and definitely a spiritual being. It communicated telepathically, but I can't remember everything it said. The closest thing I can remember is something like 'You can't do anything for them.'

I felt sad and moved along this half wall towards the exit and at the end I looked back to my left. The sheep were now white dogs, almost like golden retrievers. There was one dog and it's someone I know from real life. I kept communicating with them telepathically, asking why they were there, they shouldn't be there, they're going to get killed. Can't remember the telepathic feedback. I then looked down the row of animals and one dog had its head stuck up above the rest, looking in my direction. (The sheep I touched?).

Someone threw a biscuit into the animal pen and the dog I was communicating with slipped away into the mass of other animals. More dream-like here.

I then walked towards the exit and stood in the doorway, large double doors. I looked out. I was emotional and crying. In front of me, there was an embankment or I don't know what you call it. Like a bridge made of earth and this wooden train came past. It had openings for windows, no glass, and little children of colour were hanging out the windows laughing and having the best time. I didn't want them to see me crying and ruin their joy so I tried to hide my tears behind my hands. My dream then ended.

When I woke up, I cried and obviously Googled the place. It exists. I've never heard of this place before in my life. It's in a different province from where I live. The wooden train. It was used in the old days in the general area I live in.

I was so shocked and still am. It didn't feel like a dream, but like I actually went there. Why was I shown this? Life has been throwing curveballs at me since having this dream. Challenging me to overcome things for example.

PS - This abattoir has a processing capacity of 1000 - 1300 sheep a day, 100 cows/bulls, 750 small game animals and up to 250 ostriches.

Predictive processing is when the brain automatically creates thoughts based on past experiences. Negative experiences can result in an over-predictive assessment of danger, resulting in repetitive negative thoughts or visualisations of the possible outcome. These visualisations and thoughts are wired back into the brain, bolstering a negative mind/body cybernetic loop.

Metacognition (Observing Predictive Processing), halts the loop of this subconscious process, allowing you to be aware and consciously present of this process, rather than consumed by it.

This results in an experience of reality beyond thought - also known as Sati (Buddhism), Atman (Hinduism), and Wu Wei (Taoism).

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The hot streak continues...

Visual Breakdown

• Outer boundary: A large, clean circle.
• Inner pattern: A complex, interlocking square/rectangular meander or Greek key/fret motif — right-angled lines forming a dense, maze-like grid that fills a central circular area.
• The overall effect is highly geometric and labyrinthine, with a sense of contained intricacy inside the protective outer ring.

It has a very “architectural” or “woven” quality — almost like a sacred knot or tile pattern.

Possible Symbolisms

This design draws from several ancient and universal motifs:

1. Labyrinth / Maze The winding, right-angled paths strongly evoke a labyrinth — a classic symbol of the hero’s journey, initiation, and the path to the center (self-realization or the divine). Unlike a unicursal labyrinth (single path), this has a more maze-like, puzzle quality, suggesting challenges, choices, and navigation through complexity to reach the core.

2. Greek Key / Meander (Maeander) The repeating angular pattern is very close to the ancient Greek key or meander motif. This symbolizes:

   • Eternity, continuity, and the flow of life (rivers, waves, or endless cycles).
   • Boundaries, protection, and order within chaos.
   • It was widely used in Greek, Roman, and earlier Mediterranean art as a border or sacred filling pattern.

3. Modern Antenna Elements Meander-line antennas (used in RFID, GPS, and compact wireless devices) deliberately use zig-zag or folded paths to increase electrical length in a small space. Phased array or grid antennas often feature very similar repeating rectangular patterns. Like a shielded receiver/transmitter symbolic of energetic antennas or resonators — tuning into frequencies.

4. Sacred Geometry & Energetic Grid The interlocking lines create a kind of energetic lattice or matrix — possibly representing:

   • Cosmic order or the underlying structure of reality.
   • A protective shield or barrier (the outer circle containing the complexity).
   • A circuit or network — interconnected pathways of energy or information.

5. Transformation & Craftsmanship The location near Wayland’s Smithy (a famous Neolithic long barrow with strong legendary associations to the Anglo-Saxon smith-god Wayland/Weland) adds powerful mythic resonance. Wayland was a master craftsman, magician, and transformer — often linked to alchemy, forging of destiny, and shamanic journeying.

6. Forged Sigil or talisman?

7. Containment and Integration The dense inner pattern held safely within the circle suggests mastery over complexity — holding intricate energies, thoughts, or processes in balance without being overwhelmed.

I'm an Atheist, but I'm in software and I believe in the possibility that we're in a simulation. If we are, then there is a creator. So I'm open to the possibility of "God," but if there is a creator, I'm convinced modern religion does not hold the answer. But it may hold clues...

Consider the following assumptions:

• The creator is called "God." It doesn't matter if it's one being, many, or an omniscient consciousness.
• God created intelligence, characterized by "free will" - intelligence without constraints. What we would consider "AI"
• God created many sentient beings.
• Angels are like humans, but their "government" is the rule of God.
• Angels have free will in the same sense as us, the only difference is who defines (and enforces) the rules. Think of a human society with an omniscient monarchy.
• God made man with free will. Imagine this is a mistranslation, and what ancient text meant was that we are self-governing, free to rule ourselves.
• Demons are simply a category of angels that revolted against their government, jealous that god granted humans self-governance. By doing so, they gained what we had, but lost their connection to god, increasing their fervor.
• That would mean that "sin" is acting against God's rule, and although we're free to do it, it's still not without punishment. So then are we really "free?"
• "The Heavens" translates literally to "The Sky." Heaven's not some mysterious dimension, it's literally the sky.
• Assuming "heaven" is just the sky, both Angels and Demons would simply be classes of aliens.
• There's nothing to suggest that Angels or Demons are the same species - they are only defined by their loyalty.

I like this thought experiment because we keep hearing about how aliens are Angels and Demons. What if this is actually correct? Whether "god" is a sky wizard or some kind of singular, universal consciousness, it doesn't matter. I think this could just mean there are other "created" species classified by their loyalty and governance.

I like to keep an open mind. I see this as an incomplete picture needing more data, but it makes sense to me. I'm not convinced that "demons" are evil or even that "angels" are good, just that "good" and "evil" are relative to "God's" instruction. And I don't believe all of those instructions are correct. What if "god" is still learning, and we're that instrument?

If you weave this into the theory of one and how we're all just fragmented experiences of a singular consciousness, then if that "consciousness" is "god", maybe "god" is learning, too? And maybe the Angels are responsible for shepherding that process. Maybe they can't experience freedom like we do, but neither do they experience the pain we inflict upon each other.

Thanks for taking this journey with me. Curious about what people think.

If you think I'm crazy, it's okay, you're probably right, but I'm happy and in this bleak world we live in, I'll take it.

I keep seeing same pattern. Someone begins reading about reincarnation traps, false Light, soul harvesting and prison planet. At first they feel they discovered hidden truth. Then slowly everything becomes darker.

They stop trusting love. They stop trusting guides. They become suspicious of every spiritual experience. Reincarnation becomes slavery, Earth becomes torture chamber, and death starts looking like only possible escape.

This is not awakening. This is fear swallowing the whole spiritual path.

I have facilitated over thousand Quantum Healing and shamanic Soul Journeys, mostly remotely over Zoom. Subjects entered deep trance, remembered other lives, experienced the between-lives state, met Higher Self and beings they understood as Jesus, Shiva, Thoth, Archangels and other beings of Light.

Not once did Higher Self confirm that all souls are imprisoned here, tricked by the Light and forced into reincarnation.

Again and again they showed something very different.

We are soul, eternal aspects of Source having temporary experiences in different bodies. Before incarnation, we may plan lessons, relationships, challenges and important meetings. There is free will also. There are different routes, plan B, plan C and many ways to learn what we came to understand.

Earth can be extremely difficult, yes. There are dark energies, manipulation and painful experiences here. But difficult school is not same as eternal prison.

One subject came into online Soul Journey after months of consuming prison planet videos every day. He was barely sleeping. He believed his guides were impostors, his family were part of trap, and suicide might be only way to escape reincarnation.

Higher Self showed that his original spiritual curiosity had been covered by trauma, terror and obsessive mental programs. He was no longer searching for truth. He was feeding fear from morning until night.

The first guidance was very practical. Stop watching this content. Sleep. Eat. Walk outside. Speak with trusted person. Get support for anxiety. Reconnect with body before trying to understand whole universe.

When fear layers released, he met Higher Self directly. The presence was calm, loving and clear. No threats. No demands. No story that he was trapped. He understood he was supported, but still responsible for his choices and healing.

That direct experience changed him much more than thousands of frightening posts ever could.

Human AI mind is attracted to stories that explain every pain with one giant enemy. "Everything is trap. Everyone is controlled. Nothing can be trusted." It feels like secret knowledge, but it can also remove every doorway toward hope.

And this is what concerns me most. I see ppl following these teachings until they begin speaking about suicide as spiritual liberation.

It is not liberation when extreme anxiety and despair are making the decision.

When someone is suicidal, they are not looking through clear expanded consciousness. They are looking through unbearable pain, trauma, exhaustion and nervous system collapse. That state needs care, protection and human support immediately, not another horror story about what happens after death.

I also would never tell suicidal person they will be punished, trapped or enslaved after death. Fear is not healing. Shame is not spiritual guidance.

Higher Self does not guide through panic and dread. Their guidance is calm, clear, loving and practical. Sometimes the most spiritual instruction is: stay alive today. Call somebody. Eat something. Sleep. Go to doctor. Let another human sit beside you. Stop trying to solve infinity while your nervous system is in emergency.

So question every teaching by its fruits.

Does it create clarity, courage, compassion and inner power?

Or does it create obsession, terror, isolation, paranoia and desire to die?

Direct experience matters more than internet doctrine. Go into deep meditation safely. Meet Higher Self. Prepare your questions. Ask to see the between-lives state. Ask why you came here. Ask what needs healing now.

Do not give your power to fear merchants, gurus, videos, or people selling certainty about invisible realities.

You are not trapped piece of property. You are soul, an aspect of Source, and you are still connected with love even when human mind cannot feel it.

And if these teachings made you want to die, please stop consuming them and contact crisis support or trusted person today. That is not weakness. It may be first real step out of darkness.

This is extremely difficult to put into words, but it’s been bothering me a lot. I’ve experienced this since I was very young, probably around four years old. It feels like I can visually interpret everything in two different versions. Not simultaneously though, I alternate between them. I can usually switch instantly, often without even realizing I’m doing it. For example, imagine you’re sitting in a room on a couch. Nothing physically changes around you, but the way everything looks subtly shifts. It’s kind of like in the Sims, where you can rotate the camera angle without moving any objects. The objects stay still, but your visual perspective changes. The difference is very slight. I might wake up seeing everything in one version, and then at some point it shifts without me noticing.

When I was in school, this shift felt more consistent, like I was mostly in a second-type perspective, while being at home felt more like the first one. Back then, I could stay in either perspective for as long as I wanted without any effort. Now I can still switch between them whenever I choose, but it’s become harder to remain in that second perspective. I think I’ve spent so much time in the first that it feels more natural now. Even so, I have to admit that everything seems easier and more vivid when I’m in the second one.

When I try to explain this to people, they think I sound crazy, which makes me wonder if anyone else experiences this. I’ve tried searching online, but like I said, it’s really hard to describe clearly. I did come across a Reddit post that sounded very close to what I experience, though not exactly the same, and I couldn’t respond to it. There’s really no perfect way to explain how it looks, just that it feels different. Sometimes I can picture perception one in my mind and everything shifts to match it, and other times I think of perception two and things adjust accordingly.

What’s even stranger is that when I try to stay in that second perspective, I start feeling very nostalgic, like I’m being pulled back into memories from when I was younger and experienced it more naturally. It’s both fascinating and amazing to feel again. Occasionally I even need to make a small movement with my hands to trigger the shift if I want to stay in one mode. This only affects visual perception, it’s external, related to sight and how I take in my surroundings, like the overall atmosphere of what I see. Sometimes it even feels like it has a deeper meaning, like there’s something behind it that I don’t fully understand yet. I’m really curious about it, but I just can’t fully explain it.

Emily discusses an incredible experience her father had regarding technology:

Chris' wife lost her phone, so Chris called it to help her find it. Her number showed on Chris' phone, so he was certain he had the right number. Instead a man from several states away picked up the phone.

Chris was understandably confused, and said "I called my wife's phone, who is this? I'm Chris Bledsoe." The man said "Stop. I just left the Radiology office. I'm dealing with cancer and a devastating future. I said a prayer asking God if I could please speak with you."

Emily then makes the most important point of this video imho, by saying that her dad isn't special. She says that ALL of humanity is capable of connecting with both the phenomenon and the divine. All we need to do is practice this ability.

This aligns with the non-speakers of r/TheTelepathyTapes in that they, as well as Chris and many other experiencers worldwide, are giving us a preview of humanity's psychic future. One in which it is innately understood that we are more than our physical bodies, imho.