Experiencer

Though my Communion experiences consciously started in July 2023, really bizarre experiences began to take shape in 2024. I was in the throes of a spiritual recalibration that culminated in me wanting to pursue some of the impulses that were welling up inside of me. Prior to this period, I’d been heavily absorbed in my studies of psychedelic therapy, having put myself through a rigorously routined psychedelic treatment using a protocol adapted from Paul Stamets. After watching things like Fantastic Fungi, How to Change Your Mind, and listening to proponents like Stamets, Weil, Trussell, Huberman, McKenna, and wrapping my head around many books (e.g., How to Change Your Mind) and studies (Johns Hopkins psilocybin research), I participated in Microdose.me blind research to develop a baseline and keep track of my progress. I used a small dose of dried cubensis paired with niacin and Lion’s Mane, four days on / three days off, for a solid ten weeks. I have never taken a routine more seriously in my life aside from feeding my babies on time and getting them to nap and to school on time.

My brain was already rebooting from previous psychedelic experiences, but the structured clinical approach to my health completely restructured the skeletons of my thoughts, my emotional body, and my general awareness. New waves of empathy, correlation, appreciation, and calm permeated me to my core, and all sorts of stuff in my genius brain began to integrate and talk to each other. I was becoming a superman. REALLY!

In this new mature mode of self-improvement, I found new interest in my mostly-obligatory meditation practices. I naturally wanted to be in my head more, and novel views began to overlay my old mapping and conceptions. Looking back, it’s hard to see any part of my story where the Visitors weren’t present. I was blind to miracles, too focused on the mundane qualities of my life to see the miraculous complexity we all swim in on a daily basis. But the wonder was building in me. Peace was finding me again. Innocence, childlike wonder, and the want to play!

Then the UFOs showed up. The orbs! July 28th, around 10 p.m. I’ve talked about it now in podcasts, spaces, interviews, etc. Before I knew other people were seeing them, and certainly before I had any kind of desire to see it, IT showed up! Hundreds of lights gently appeared for a time and vanished, coming from and going back into murky black like fish in deep water. It was not a passive spectacle; They showed up, zapped me, and went away. All I could do was sit there and smile, holding on tightly to the memory knowing that I had just been witness to a miracle that I never thought I was worthy of experiencing. I saw it with my eyes and felt it on my skin. We might as well have been hugging. I felt no distance. That feeling of missing out on the mystical left me. I felt I’d joined the ranks of the holy people who claim spiritual contact.

I tell people with a smirk that buying eggs the next day was a trippy experience, but at the time, it was no laughing matter. I actually got a type of vertigo being around people at the supermarket! New feelings and thoughts swirled through my head. It never dawned on me how strange it is, the human experience in the 20s. I was holding the eggs—pretty routine thing for me to buy—and upon hearing the bleeps at the self-checkout, taking in the variety of bipedal persons cavorting about in search of component novelties to blindly shove in their mouths... it was very disorienting. I can see how some people just derail from their normal lives after experiencing the sublime.

In short, my heart field was growing, my mind was healing and blossoming, UFOs started showing up to my house in different formes, and several presences made it obvious I was not alone; I was being guided and I had big things to figure out and participate in. Angels, yes. Obsessed with angels. But also, HER; The Lady; a divine, motherly figure that forced my nose into shame to stick a hot knife right into my soul, allowing the new empathy and compassion to reach my bones and veins. Some of those experiences will always be for me alone, not worth trying to put into words. But I accepted—quite gracefully, if I do say so myself—that I was no longer alone and this was not going to stop anytime soon. Frankly, in retrospect, my soul quietly asked for this. Finally, I felt useful and was on a path that resonated with me at my core. Though I didn’t ask for aliens, UAP, souls, or remote vision, in a way, I kind of did. I wouldn’t have it any other way now.

Fast forward to Contact in the Desert 2024. I was doing a little research on some of the speakers that were going to be present. I had watched a couple seasons of Ancient Alienswhen it came out back in the day, but kind of fell off, turning more to comics and movies, and sometimes periods of no media. I guess I wasn’t preoccupied with otherworldly beings and had decided that if there was anything out there—which I firmly believed based on the seeming magnitude of space—I didn’t care to analyze it beyond that. I certainly had the impression that the government was necessarily secretive, but had zero clue about the wealth of knowledge and lore in the Disclosure “movement.” So I wanted to be a little more informed before I introduced myself to people.

I just so happened to watch a Chris Bledsoe interview before my trip to California for the event. Had no clue who he was. I was more interested at the time with the testimonies of Commander Fravor and Ryan Graves. In fact, before my ‘encounter,’ I had one of my first jaw-dropping synchronicities (a word I’d soon learn was adjacent to Phenomenon and on everyone’s tongues). Every other day, I’d wake up and look up “something-something” news or some random celebrity’s net worth (mundane morning shxt); a curiosity arose: “Look up UFO news.” Several articles populated from 30 minutes prior. The internet was buzzing about Grusch! It’s still pretty nutty looking back at how things lined up. I have a hard time telling people all the details because I know how wild it seems. I experienced that firsthand at my shop with the first people that weren’t friends, about my orbs encounter. The guy I was doing a tattoo for was very interested, but his partner was very uncomfortable. In that moment, when I felt her reaction to my testimony—that she didn’t believe me but also felt nervous about what I was saying—I related to all the people I’d undermined in my skeptical past. I suddenly had joined the ranks of the tinfoil hat people and the nutters.

The moment my plane landed in California, I started seeing 111 everywhere. The highway number, my receipt, the time, the hotel address, the room number. Everywhere I looked: 111. I looked it up—“new beginnings,” “fresh starts.” I felt like it was my birthday, which had a lot to do with being on a kind of vacation. I’ve rarely had the chance to vacation for something unrelated to work of some kind. I was on a trip to learn about the scene, meet the people, take in some other experiences, and see where I fit with the whole Disclosure movement. I didn’t have any expectations beyond attending some lectures and having some California bud.

The first person I met at Contact was Bledsoe. After I checked into my room (111), I walked over to the resort to feel out the event and get my wristbands. After I got my packet, I walked downstairs and saw him sitting there talking to someone—there weren’t many people in the area at the time. My heart sank to my belly and I just started shaking, like I was the most nervous I’d ever been. I’ve met famous people; this was different. He just looked right into my eyes and I did what I always do: averted my eyes and walked away acting like I didn’t see him. I went and found somewhere to text. I’d messaged him after watching some of his interview and finding his Instagram, which only had a couple thousand follows at the time. I simply messaged him to ask if he was at Contact, to confirm that it was him. He responded immediately and told me he was there to spectate and that we could link up and chat at some point.

I walked around some more and got my footing, then scored a latte from upstairs in the café. After walking around a bit more, I took the elevator to the second floor, and when the elevator opened, Chris was sitting at a table right there talking with a lady. The nervousness came on again, and I wanted to go away to not bother him, but I surprised myself and walked right over to him to at least introduce myself. I apologized for interrupting, but he was so kind and welcoming, and he introduced me to the lady he was with, who happened to be someone in his group. I repeated that I’d love to catch up with him some other time when he wasn’t busy, and he insisted that I was not bothering him.

Then, the most surprising thing in the world… I quickly embraced him with a tight hug and he embraced me back. I started crying uncontrollably, too enraptured in the current passing from him into me to be embarrassed. I let him go and looked at him trying to apologize, to find that he had become emotional too. I could tell he was also confused but was feeling what I was feeling. The lady was in awe too, and she said it was beautiful, but I had to excuse myself. I walked away as he said we’d meet later, walked all the way back to room 111, plopped onto my bed face first, and cried so long that I got tired of crying and had no more tears to cry.

We met up several times to chat and I listened to his guest speaking. Contact was a total treat. But I came to realize in time that the whole reason I went there was for that meeting—specifically for the current he possessed. I learned this when I started reading The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life (yet another powerful, right-on-time synchronicity), where Drunvalo Melchizedek explains how his angelic guides brought him to many places and people for attunement. He talked about being brought all the way to the company of Ram Dass only to touch his shoulder, was thrown back on his butt, and then told by his angelic companions that was it—time to move on to the next.

I was numb to how all this was playing out. I was on a mission, but the overwhelming feelings of miracle, timing, and unseen plans had me feeling like I had suddenly become an important millionaire or something. I felt like a celebrity, and all my fans are invisible.

A LOT has happened in that time, and while a full chronology of my connections and adventures with the “Phenomenon” might be necessary one day, I really want to focus on this element of an unseen host bringing certain persons together to produce some kind of either predestined or hyper-potential effect that the parts most likely will produce.

In the year following Contact ’24, I became deeply immersed in my meditative and magickal practices, initiating Contact on many levels, which consequently affected the depth and severity of my higher faculties: remote viewing, non-local affecter, akashic surfing, etc., chasing a narrative that seemed to manifest in the Zeitgeist as it entered my awareness. That there are so many people using the same lexicon and breathing the same story proves to me that this world is a mirage. It’s all so uncanny. In this period, I was led through processional learning by the Others, led to texts such as The Key by Whitley Strieber, The Emerald Tablets of Thoth, The Book of the Law, Kybalion, Gita, Jung, Thich Nhat Hanh (renewed vigor and intrigue), The Smoky God, Edgar Cayce, Damien Echols, Abraham Hicks, and much more!

I was getting quite good at traversing the cosmos “non-locally,” going places, seeing the high strangeness of the unseen, experiencing other kinds of life and presence and being. Some big life changes began to unfold for me in August ’24. Communion was getting really serious, and the connection with the Others began to cost me greatly. I was learning many hard lessons back to back to back, and my spirit was wearing thin (funny to look back at that now). My “angels” had convinced me to let my youngest son live full time with his mother instead of being torn between households; I learned that my ex was pregnant with my triplets and lost them at 6 months to an infection, which I found out from my mother who found out through a social media post—and I began retreating deeper and deeper into the Void to escape this place.

The CHANNELING became the most interesting phenomenon happening in my day to day. The data was just so spot on and intense, I had pretty much turned away from psychedelics’ initiatory processes for the endogenous experiences. I was all over the space-time, like a teenager with a new car and a pocket full of spending money lol. I wasn’t being reckless, but I was certainly dauntless, equipped with angelic and daemonic encounters that, frankly, did little to dampen the ego the angels were trying to entrain to resonance and equilibrium.

In August, I started receiving mildly distressing impressions of what seemed like military operations calling UAP and knocking them down and recovering them. These were layered impressions. I was also becoming aware of other PEOPLE who were doing what I was doing, but who were perhaps way better at it than me. I wonder if this was Their intention: to open me up to this arena, knowing the peril would not deter me and I would inevitably become as they—a node of practiced attunement in supernal places. I told my friends I was starting to feel this stuff.

In an automatic writing session (I started intuitively expressing my remote impressions variably) dated September 1, 2024, I wrote about Wilhelm Reich’s “cloudbuster” he used against cylindrical UAP, about the FDA court ordering his work to be burned, and Reich being murdered by the CIA. But the most interesting info that came through was as follows:

“Which remote viewers sell their souls to work as UFO poachers? Is cloudbuster perfected now? Yes. New, irresistible lures for UFO; very effective cat and mouse. Atlantis born again. Many descendants. Aiwass says, ‘No more teachers’.”

I told my friends what I was seeing. I told many people what I was experiencing and what I was seeing, but it didn’t line up with anything in the media, and I felt like maybe following all my “gut” impressions might lead to wild speculation.

In October, I went through a breakup before Halloween and was just completely numb, alone, and irritated with the Visitors for not intervening and helping me with my mortal life. I went through a bitter period. I went through the holiday season and made a few new guy friends, but was still dealing with a huge hole in my heart, despite being gifted a love connection with a twin-flame kind of gal. The emptiness wasn’t about loneliness or solitude; there was a deeper spiritual malaise, as if the experiences with the Others had bottlenecked to a non-phenomenon wherein the unimpeachable, insurmountable gap between us was never going to fill with anything interesting to my infinite mind. Looking back, I was being a big baby—but maybe that was part of it.

I was begging the Visitors for more overt connection. I wanted a face-to-face meeting, and I wasn’t getting it. I’d gone through a few experiences that seemed very much like they had come to my home and done things to me in my sleep. I documented it and even went for x-rays, just to have the physician tell me they had no idea how to proceed. It left me feeling really dumb.

What I’m going to tell you next is awkward for me, for it follows very clear impressions I had about military ops, possession tied to recovered materials, and psychic sorcerers plaguing the astral causeways. I will be most honest with you: I do not know why They show what they show, and I don’t always trust my first interpretations of things. They are wacky most of the time; capricious, playful, meticulously chaotic, and foreign. We cannot make firm conclusions by following Their train of thought, which only appears that way because of our orientation in time. They are extratempestrial, whoever they are. Quote from Close Encounters of the Third Kind: “There’s still so much we don’t know.” That Truth is eternal.

Jan 27, 2025.

I was going through a particularly tumultuous period. The holidays weren’t great, January wasn’t a great month for work, and I had bridges burning and all sorts of other stresses. I saw a singular orb one morning as I woke up. It was right outside my window. I saw it with my new girlfriend, and it sent me into a mental spiral—one of frustration and annoyance. I was so bothered by the nature of the apparitions; the lack of meaningful interaction (which stemmed from me wanting to play with another anthropomorphic entity that speaks my language and engages the universe like me lol—pretty primitive).

I was so frustrated, I started screaming at them. Anger, annoyance, frustration—all verbalized and projected at them. I’m embarrassed to explain this, because it highlights my nearsightedness at that time, and it wasn’t that long ago.

That night, in meditation, I warned the Others (ha!) that I was coming to look for Them! I was going to find their places, their vehicles, and their safety. Literally, the moment that I “set out,” I found myself FACE TO FACE WITH ANOTHER MAN! I knew they’d done it, because I sensed a casual, joking quality to their intervention here. Many of those impressions that I’d had about the UAP being brought down came along with the stark feeling of another person in my astral space. I “ran” back to my home, put up all sorts of cloaks and waves to hide myself. I was certain that whoever it was knew where I was and would find me again. Unless you’ve felt that place, you can’t relate. Those gut feelings arise all on their own when your perception visits non-corporeal reality.

I was pretty shaken.

I told my group of friends about this encounter but didn’t dwell on it (yet another one of those moments where I don’t want to overstep the boundaries of too much weird for uninitiated minds).

The next night, I had a dream of the man I’d encountered in the meditation. It was a totally bonkers dream—lucid and surreal. He was wearing a black suit and a glittery red party hat. All sorts of people—children, elf-like people, fuzzy people, generals, and many sorts of miscellaneous characters—were presenting various foreign shiny objects to him. He would take the items, analyze them unamused, and hand them back. Despite his lack of enthusiasm, the company of weirdos remained gleeful and happy.

I woke up the next morning (Jan 29th), dreams fading away as I entered my waking awareness, as often happens (I’m not much of a dream farmer). I turned my phone on and opened an app (maybe YouTube), and THE FIRST HUMAN FACE I SAW ON MY SCREEN WAS THE MAN!

I opened the video, which was a SkywatcherHQ video about their “psionic” asset, Michael Battista. There he was—right there in the real world. Just put yourself in my shoes. All the weird stuff, then this completely unique (to me) phenom! Hearing his voice, he sounded exactly how I thought he would. From the sighting of the orb to my frustrated temper tantrum to the dream to the video—it all came rushing into view: the “planned” intervention. Since that time, I’ve stopped losing “faith” in Them. I’ve stopped demanding they show up when I want. I’m no summoner. I’m just a person. My reverence was restored, and I became completely fascinated with the connection that they planted in me.

At some point, I was compelled to do a tarot reading for the man, whom I’d found on X (formerly Twitter). I pulled his cards and posted the reading on his profile. After that, he messaged me about the meaning of the reading and our friendship began. Shortly after that, things lined up to where he could visit me on the way to meeting with Skywatcher. Meeting him in real life was as profound a moment as seeing UFOs for the first time! He was not some dark sorcerer remote-viewing killer. Instead, he possessed another one of those special currents a la Chris Bledsoe. During his visit at my home, I felt the pressure of my qi amplified twofold. I had a pretty bad headache, but only because I could feel that I was going through some kind of change.

On his next visit, he brought another guy from Skywatcher who carried yet another current. An idea entered my mind during their visit: that so much world history will never be written. Some experiences just can’t be explained because there aren’t enough words. But those encounters restored my hope to a point where I can’t ever go back. I didn’t know I needed that human element, when I was “out there” seeking alien alliances and experiences.

This sequence of events led me more to the awareness that there is some sort of plan. NONE of the encounters that have happened were accidents. They were staged on an unseen level by highly, highly superior mind. I’ve grown a lot since incorporating the currents I’ve received. They have encouraged me to be in my power, and they have guided me, bolstered me, to fully express the immaculate gospel that is coming through from the zero-point place.

Since my friendship with Michael started, I’ve met many other people in this “circuit” that offer other vital pieces of the puzzle; who nudge me more and more in the direction of Destiny. At Contact in the Desert 2025, I met with Chris Bledsoe again and relished in more of his loving vibe. Michael connected me with a beautiful soul he worked with at Skywatcher, Jordan, whose energy was as comforting cotton. I got to conversate with David Hooper, a brilliant man with an intellect that towers out the top of his head. I met Astral, who is a vital player in the disclosure of mind and psi! I’m so honored to be in the stream; to call these souls brothers. And of course, my sweet, Melissa whom I'd met the previous year and had adventures of the heart with ♡

There’s still so much we don’t know, but I’m here to serve those who are fulfilling the Great Work!