The experience described below was written by Matt a friend of mine that has been working with me for quite a few years now. Over this time he’s been practicing very strongly engaging with all the perceptual ‘input’ of current and past experiences to become aware of and to more deeply understand the subtle perceptions and below conscious awareness’s perceptions that we are all picking up but are largely ignoring all the time.
We are all a lot more sensitive ALL THE TIME than anyone is aware of. We simply don’t engage with all of our senses or perceptions or the very comprehensive memories of our past perceptions either. We have 5 physical senses BUT I am now aware of over a dozen more senses that are always functioning in the background. Modern society is also VERY noisy so the background static drowns out a lot of subtle, barely conscious perceptions. It took me literally a decade of spending a few hours a day orientating to my self and what was happening within myself before I could start to consciously engage with a much wider variety of perceptions as well as the memories of these than most considered ‘aware’ people are not even aware of.
So, what is written below happened to Matt as he driving from Michigan to California across-county with a friend, in the Summer of 2008. He didn’t begin to write about this experience until 2012 when he was simultaneously becoming increasingly aware that he’d been continuously ‘perceptually’ living out having what can only be described as a: ‘Happening in the background’ alien abduction experience. This was a phase where Matt had been waking up feeling that while he’d been sleeping he was aware of being ‘somewhere’ else and of being subjected to experiments. A year later, in 2013 Matt, now even more in touch with his subliminal perceptions greatly expanded upon the original version of the experience which is what is written below.
I was driving cross-county with a friend, driving from Michigan to California. We had been driving for a day or so and by now had gotten very tired. So tired in fact, that we were not really paying attention to the scenery. We were not really concerned with paying much attention to the roads. We were just watching for signs and making sure we did not miss the turn offs and direction changes on our route along the way as we wanted to reach the city where we’d reserved a motel room before it got too late.
We had gotten some way through the midwest of America, making our way through the sparsely populated ‘farmland’ type states. It was now some way into the night and we were nowhere near a major city. However, as we had been driving through relatively flat and uninteresting areas we were both surprised to come over a certain spot that distinctly opened up into remarkably different scenery. There were hills and foggy bottoms. I remember coming over the hill, we both kind of looked at each other as if to acknowledge this new development. I remember that the fog that blanketed the roadside to the right and left almost seemed to ‘clump’ across the roadway at particular parts of our drive. This unsettling night fog grew thicker as as we drove past rolling hills, it seemed to settle thick and palpably on the highway, and caused us to shake off our tiredness as we were now both concerned for our safety. My friend was driving and I was looking hard at the fog as a second pair of eyes.
We both felt that we should try to keep driving as quickly as we could to make it to our destination, but given the limited visibility, over time we slowed to maybe 35-40 miles an hour. Somehow driving at this speed on the highway in that night made it feel almost as if time had stopped and that we were just sliding through this fog. At this point we both started to notice the strange and eerie feeling that we had while driving, the slow, smooth speed of the car and the strange patchy fog made us both get a growing feeling that we were being ‘hemmed in’ and that not only was it dangerous to keep driving on the highway but we just felt plain odd.
All of this put together caused us to begin talking about the strange ‘weather’ outside and the eerie feeling we had. Over the course of a few minutes, we started to compare stories about spooky times and at this point were both feeling our skins was ‘electrically’ charged with energy, tingly like the way you feel when someone tells about a ghost story, deja vu, or ‘eerie’ coincidence. It had built up to the point where the fog was so thick, it was almost yellowish and it seemed to have settled over the road and the land more like a thick blanket than any fog I can ever remember.
Being Specifically Directed to drive to where the Alien is Waiting
It was at this point that we both got a very strong feeling that we should stop at a particular exit. I was literally ‘scared’ of staying on the highway and scared of going off, but somehow we just both felt we should exit. I think that I kind of suggested it as ‘calmly’ as I could and my friend who was driving agreed.
As we pulled off the highway we felt ‘relieved’ I think to be done with highway driving in this thick fog. It seemed to ‘cut’ the palpable tension that had been building over the last few minutes when we had really been acknowledging how strange, otherworldly, and spooky the fog and scenery was. However, as we began to drive we started to drive down a country road that became increasingly more frightening. I remember that my arms had goose pimples with all the hairs standing on end and my heart began to race even more than before. I momentarily wondered if I had made a mistake advising us to get off the highway and if we were doing the wrong thing by continuing to drive. After a few miles we saw a fork in the road and both felt we should take the turn onto it. It was an even smaller road that branched off this already isolated country road.
As we drove things got eerier and eerier – the fog got thicker. Eventually we hit what felt to be an invisible wall of energy that literally stopped the car in it’s tracks. I would not say that it was ‘shimmering’ at the time but the wave of energy that ‘hits’ me even now as I remember it makes me feel that there was in fact something like a ‘shimmering’ wall of energy there that stopped us dead in our tracks. The ‘memory’ almost feels as if it’s locked in my spine and ‘came out’ as shock/ fear energy when I remembered it again while writing this story. Unlocking this memory almost feels like a ‘bubble’ that is ‘popped’ with other feelings spilling out. As I remember the shimmering wall I can also remember that the tree branches in front of where we stopped did not move in the correct way with the wind. There definitely seemed to be something there, a presence or force that was really seriously fierce and was something to be reckoned with. It was not like a ‘kiddy’ ghost story it was a very adult feeling of – dark intruder – dark lurker.
As I remember this now I also feel that there was a distinct presence there was visible but also not visible, like a shadow figure. I do not remember ‘seeing’ lights that were red or green but if I place that image ‘overlay’ on the memory I do have then it feels as if it’s hiding just beneath the surface. What I mean is that if I actually feel back into the memory I get a frightening image of some kind of ‘thing’ that is vaguely concealed, dark, metallic, with small red and green LED type lights. In fact in writing this I almost get a visceral sense it is back with me in this room which is quite frightening and makes me feel like I won’t be able to sleep tonight.
I am almost hesitant to write this but seeing as how I almost did not keep this in my memory and it was hidden until I really felt back into it and the blocked memory bubble ‘burst’ I think I should write it in case others have had this experience of feeling something is there and even ‘seeing’ it in their memory or mind’s eye as I am not sure if this is caused by some kind of ‘alien’ cloaking presentation.
Memory Perception Fuzziness around Scarey Hidden Cloaked Alien Encounter
Basically my ‘gut’ knew something was there and was watching us and was not something to be f**&ed with.
All of this happened in a few seconds I feel, at least my initial impression and being ‘hit’ in the gut with this. Strangely however I did not want to ‘flee’ and turn around. Although part of me did, I felt somehow compelled to push through it. It reminds me of situations at night where someone is walking close to me and I ‘brace’ myself to not act scared because showing intimidation or fear would make anyone with any negative intent all the more brazen with you. It was almost like I was ‘committed’ down one line and showing my lack of fear and ‘intent’ towards that spot would be the only way that I would be safe. That was how it felt.
As we had hit this ‘wall’ we just stopped the car. We did not bother to pull off the road or ‘park’ in the grass off to the side. At this point my memory starts to get a bit hazy. In the same way I feel that a bubble had burst while trying to remember I also feel a hazy dampening overlay beginning at the time when I get out of the car. It is almost as if our consciousness was being depressed so that we could not really perceive well or feel into this obviously invisible ‘wall’ that in reality we had just run up against.
What I do remember clearly is that at this point we were somewhat frightened but as ‘young’ guys we both internally had the sense that’d we try to be ‘men’ about it to and to get out and check out what was going on. At this phase in my life I’d had more experience with ‘odd’ things than my friend so I got out first and felt the energy wall hit me. I think if I am honest ‘internally’ in feeling more back into it I got out to ‘prove’ to whatever was there that I would not be ‘intimidated’ in hopes that showing a display of courage and ‘intent’ toward it would put ‘IT’ off.
What is very weird about this is that I don’t have a clear memory of getting out of the car or where we walked in terms of where I ‘ended up’ standing and where my friend stood. However I feel that I ‘ended up’ in front and to the left of my friend who was near the driver side door. So somehow I walked around the front of the car but I don’t remember doing this really.
I think that we must have stood there for a while in this position, me out in front of the car and my friend almost clutching alongside the car. However my exact position and his position are somehow ‘foggy’, like the hazy overlay I mentioned before. I can feel that the flow of ‘time’ was somehow not right when we were actually there. I can remember ‘stopping’, hitting the wall, having the ‘gut’ feeling and getting out and then I remember ‘coming out of it’ sometime later. I would say it was only a few minutes or so that we stood there but to be honest I’m not sure.
At this point I came out or ‘broke out’ of the lost time, mental haze combination. What I mean by this is that it ‘hit me’ (like a gut feeling that actually ‘shocked’ my energy field / being) that whatever was going on in this location was seriously ‘weird’, unusual, not normal and that it felt as if the fog was being made to be blanketing this area for a very particular reason. The feeling was that the fog was all around us closing in and that it was concentrated ‘AT’ the specific location where we were standing. It felt as if we were in a ‘hurricane’ of energy (or some force) and we had found and where close to the ‘center’ emanating and hidden point. It felt as if this center point was about 15 feet or so in front of us close to a tree that felt as if there was something ‘not right’ about it (it was a relatively large/mature tree that was along a fence which bordered the road).
Alien Cloaking Device gives itself away by Altering the Normal Behaviour of Visible Objects
Both my friend and I had a strong negative feelings toward this particular area of the tree. Something was ‘moving’ and emanating energy in the tree and it then came towards us strongly checking us out. As it did this the hair on our neck raised and we could feel prickling. If we were animals it would be that our ‘hackles’ were raised in preparation for fight/ flight. We stood there as long as we dared to and my friend got in the car. I felt internally that I should ‘wait’ or ‘stay’ and ‘stand my ground’, and I actually began to walk towards it. After doing this the energy sort of changed and became less threatening, almost like the force was moving off or leaving.
When I brought it up again sometime later and described the feeling my friend nodded his head vigorously and said he ‘could not have described it or have remembered this himself’. As he was about to speak more about this we were with interrupted and another topic began.
Further thoughts and analysis about these recollections – attempts to understand my behavior and possible ‘targeted’ consciousness dampening effects
My feeling was that the initial ‘check us out’ phase for this alien that would provoke internal responses was over – in a sense we had surprised ‘it’ and it was probably not prepared to be ‘investigated’ itself. As I walked toward the direction attempting to push past my own fear I felt that it switched to a more surreptitious mode. My feeling was that it must be in a parallel dimension to me or have some ‘cloaking’ ability (maybe something geometric) because it was clearly ‘there’ while appearing to not be there. The way that the trees moved and branches was as if something was interacting with them and moving them in ways that would not be natural for the wind to move. This combined with the ‘over the top’ eerie thick fog and very still / languid air (not strong wind) made for an incredibly strong feeling that we had found, were in, and were interacting with an ‘anomaly’.
I have had to fight very hard to ‘remember’ details about this, and I almost feel that my ‘consciousness’ was effected in phases. First, I had the ‘gut’ impression described above and the ‘shimmering’ energy wall and other ‘hidden’ memory. Then we decided to get out of the car and I ‘feel’ I ‘sort of’ understand why I did this. Then it goes ‘blank’ and then ‘snapping out of it’ and noticing the entity and the tree it’s almost like me deciding to ‘go towards it’ triggered some kind of ‘abandon this position’ maneuver that ‘broke’ whatever was going on with distorting our consciousness so that we could notice how we felt better. It was like we were kept in some kind of consciousness numbing energies that also seemed to mess with our sense of time and then all the sudden we ‘weren’t’ and this is because whatever the ‘something’ was doing ‘broke’ what it was doing to act on us. At this point in writing the example I feel tired and like crashing out and I even have trouble ‘believing’ my own writing, I am basically feeling that what I say is ‘rubbish’ BUT I also feel that, this is yet another sabotage tactic that I want to push beyond. That is the best I can remember of the events and how they unfolded, at least to my current recollection.
So there are obvious ‘cognitive’ diversions and with others you are not being allowed to bring up these types of experiences. If I wasn’t working with Clive and already ‘trained’ in fighting the ‘diversions’ and the ‘banned thinking’ resistance at the time of this experience I don’t think I’d have been able to make the effort to recover the memories and recall the experience at all.
- I have repeatedly tried to write this story down and each time have had variations of:
- Made to forget about it and about writing it and or distracted from doing this.
- Made to feel it is a ‘bad story’ not worth telling and or that I am foolish or stupid for telling it,
- Trying to make me feel bad about myself for telling it.
- Also, because I didn’t ‘see’ any real ‘aliens’ or anything ‘seen’ in a proper sense then it’s ‘not worth writing about’ and also feeling bad about myself in this way too.
- I am made to feel that I’m ’embellishing’ this experience, when in FACT I had to work very hard just to sketch out the honest accurate details of what happened.
UFO, Alien, Extraterrestrial Experiences Series . . . .
This is the last page of this series for other pages click on a page below and or on the right . . . .
1. Is Sleep Paralysis, Linked to UFO Sightings Experience?
2. Ouston, County Durham, UK Red ‘Blip’ High Speed, 15 minute, UFO Sighting
3. Lake Distract, Windermere, Stationary Silver Grey UFO Disc Sighting Described
4. Are UFO Sighting Days Personally Odd or Different?
5. Advanced Extraterrestrial Technologies Raising Consciousness in Parkland
6. Higher Dimensional Aliens from Invisible UFO docked with Aircraft Encounter
7. Air Travel UFO and Alien Experience
8. Et and Star Being encounters in the highlands of Brasil
10. Spooky Fog, Directing Ourselves to Location of Cloaked Alien, Projecting Invisibility Barriers
Whilst reading the second paragraph of the experience above my whole body started tingling with what felt like electricity – it felt like recognition but I could not tell you what I was recognising or why I felt that way. Then I remembered an evening about ten years ago when driving up a rural mountain in North Carolina to a meditation retreat where the fog was so thick we literally could not see more than a metre away and had to slow right down so we were just inching forward. At one point I think the front wheels of the car actually went off the edge of the road because the visibility was so bad, and we had to stop and reverse. Everything there felt very still or as if we were going into another world the higher we drove – at one point I remember feeling as if the fog was trying to stop us from driving any further but at other times I felt washed out and passive, I was just watching it from the passenger seat and me and the guy who was driving maybe exchanged a few words about how thick it was, but we were mostly just silent and focused on not having an accident.
Ah going back to the experience it’s the clumping fog seeming to settle strangely on the road, the concern about safety and slowing down and being a passenger that reminds me of my experience – that and the strange atmosphere. I think I experienced this fog more than once in the same part of the mountains, but don’t remember this clearly, and also remember others saying they had experienced similar. I remember the fog clearly, it was thick and grey and looked like it was unrolling towards us over the bonnet of the car in waves as we kept driving and it was like we drove into it very suddenly – one moment we had normal visibility and the next we were in the thick of it.
In starting to read about the alien I again get this strange electrical feeling, and memory of my own experience, and it’s as if part of me says there were things happening around us, and then something else says no there was not, and tries to shut that feeling down. I don’t know if I was aware of things going on around us during my drive at the time, my awareness almost felt dampened down, as if the fog was representing some effect applied to me on another level, of being kept in a very small space of awareness and visibility.
Then in reading ‘there was a presence’ – it comes to me that the fog felt alive, as if it was a presence itself and an entity monitoring our progress up the road and with an agenda in relation to me or us (I was returning from a trip back to the UK and the guy I was with had volunteered to pick me up from the airport – I almost never left the retreat at other times). It felt like it was directed at us somehow and there was something we were not supposed to see – I am aware now of having been in feelings of uncertainty and wariness and background tension, but neither myself or the guy I was with said anything about this, and I think he also tried to dismiss the fog somehow by saying it had happened to others or was something to do with the altitude.
When I read the sentence:
“I am almost hesitant to write this but seeing as how I almost did not keep this in my memory and it was hidden until I really felt back into it and the blocked memory bubble ‘burst’ I think I should write it in case others have had this experience of feeling something is there and even ‘seeing’ it in their memory or mind’s eye as I am not sure if this is caused by some kind of ‘alien’ cloaking presentation.”
I immediately get an internal reaction of ‘This is all nonsense’, and then when rereading the paragraph I get that same internal reaction again but stronger, but this is strange because I was actually starting to feel the opposite, that I had in fact had the same or a similar experience – and then this anomalous thought suddenly appeared instantly to contradict what I was feeling, and it doesn’t feel like my thought in the slightest. Interestingly this is also a key paragraph because it seems to describe exactly what is happening to me when reading this page – I am remembering an experience which feels more and more similar the more I remember, and which also feels as if I was being manipulated when I had it to not think or feel or explore but just stay in a small space. In fact I had a similar feeling of recognition on the giant bat page to part of how the experience was described but didn’t write a comment about this yet.
So like Matt writing the above in case others have had similar experiences, I thought I would write about this strange reaction I had whilst reading this page in case others have any similar strange and out of character thoughts or feelings when reading these anomalous experiences.
In reading this “it felt as if the fog was being made to be blanketing this area for a very particular reason” I again get a sense of strong recognition, and that that’s exactly how I felt – I never said anything about this at the time or thought about it much there was a feeling more of intense wariness and staying within a safe space. I think at one point we discussed getting out of the car to look for signs or for one of us to walk ahead of the car so it could follow us, and this felt hastily quashed and we never did. There was also a sense of time slowing right down as if it was going on forever – the car kept going forward in short, jerky movements and it felt like being trapped but also that something was trying to fix us in place.
Actually this fog now seems like a good representation of the meditation (‘TM’) that I and my companion used to do at this retreat – because basically it would take you into a space of dissociation, non-awareness and unconsciousness when you practised it -you’d start repeating your mantra, then drift off into the fog. So it’s like your internal thinking and feeling space became increasingly limited, like the car being surrounded by this fog. Eventually when we got through the fog, the space at the top of the mountain was clear which would represent this small space of conscious awareness.
>>> “It was like we were kept in some kind of consciousness numbing energies that also seemed to mess with our sense of time”
This also feels like it was part of my experience, as I wrote earlier – there is a sense of being in a bubble (represented by the lit car surrounded by fog) and not wanting to get out and feeling cautious about this – I remember the feeling of relief when my companion said that I didn’t need to walk ahead. Also there was a subtle sense of ‘deadness’ – like kill things off before they begin, speech, feelings, thoughts, anything, so we just sat there in silence mostly and kept crawling forward.
It felt like being monitored somehow, and that we shouldn’t have been there or were trespassing – parts of this memory still feel somehow sealed off or ‘crystallised’, like I am not allowed to access them. Everything in the external environment felt alien and different somehow, I remember my companion even felt like he was at a distance or was a stranger even though I knew him well and he was sitting right next to me. It also felt like waiting for something to happen and relief when it didn’t and a sense of having escaped. At one point I remember the fog looked as if it was actually coming towards us as we inched forward even though we were already in the midst of it. As I keep feeling back into this experience I now have a sense that there were beings around us (which would relate to the feeling of being monitored that I described) and that we had interrupted them. So the fog would be concealing them, which reminds me of the “‘alien’ cloaking presentation” sentence I quoted from the above post – but it’s as if my memory has been selectively edited to remove as many as possible of the anomalous thoughts and feelings.
And this is interesting, I can relate to all five of the put-offs that Matt describes at the end of his post.
-Made to forget parts of this memory that only came back when reading this experience and I also feel like there are other parts still buried
-Made to feel like it is a bad story because it has less anomalous details than the experience above
-Made to feel bad and ‘inferior’ that I didn’t get out of the car to explore and therefore that I didn’t want to post the comment because it shows me in a negative light
-Feeling the exact same thing that Matt writes: “Also, because I didn’t ‘see’ any real ‘aliens’ or anything ‘seen’ in a proper sense then it’s ‘not worth writing about’ and also feeling bad about myself in this way too.”
-Feeling that I am embellishing it or making up the things which I remembered whilst reading the above experience
Hi Tom,
It’s crazy how our subtle senses seem to work – while reading this paragraph:
It felt like being monitored somehow, and that we shouldn’t have been there or were trespassing – parts of this memory still feel somehow sealed off or ‘crystallised’, like I am not allowed to access them. Everything in the external environment felt alien and different somehow, I remember my companion even felt like he was at a distance or was a stranger even though I knew him well and he was sitting right next to me. It also felt like waiting for something to happen and relief when it didn’t and a sense of having escaped. At one point I remember the fog looked as if it was actually coming towards us as we inched forward even though we were already in the midst of it. As I keep feeling back into this experience I now have a sense that there were beings around us (which would relate to the feeling of being monitored that I described) and that we had interrupted them. So the fog would be concealing them, which reminds me of the “‘alien’ cloaking presentation” sentence I quoted from the above post – but it’s as if my memory has been selectively edited to remove as many as possible of the anomalous thoughts and feelings.
I suddenly began to see vaguely insectoid aliens (but they also feel cloaked OR as if my senses are ‘translating’ them) standing around the area where your car was holding some type of monitoring or communication devices that look like gold-plated remote-controls – a box with an antenna (and some other variations). They are standing in ‘formation’ and there is also a 3D holo grid map that is showing in live terms the ‘perimeter’ being formed around you and your friend.
I see them ‘chittering and chattering’ to each other in an insectoid type language as they talk about your progress and status update.
The overall feeling I get is that this is a ‘work group’ – it is a ‘mission’ of alien ‘people’ who are just ‘getting on with their business’ and have an interest in you but it’s like they are just following orders.
So it seems that our subtle senses are incredibly sensitive and can even go back through time. I’m not sure if that’s a quirk of the fact that we are living in a simulation where all data is stored and/ or that our subtle senses are amplified.
But yeah I get a clear sense of this and that this was all folded into a ‘blocked’ /hidden layer of reality just as mine was.
It must have been about five or ten minutes after posting this comment when I had an overwhelming sense that my memories were all fake and they had been created to distract me from investigating reality in other, supposedly more ‘useful’ ways such as focuses (techniques to engage directly with subtle interference impacting me). This feeling was so strong and certain that for several minutes I was absolutely convinced this was the case, and even had an image appear in my head of writing a second comment haha to say that these memories were fake.
I began having completely different memories of the car journey – or the physical things were all the same, but the feeling was just “ah, we’re just driving through a bit of cloud, I don’t feel odd in the slightest” – and simultaneously to this I also felt that these new memories were the real ones and that the ones I had had before, prompted by reading this post, had been planted in me and that the simulation software or other subtle interference had taken the opportunity to distract me from doing something else. I kept feeling back into the memory and felt confused – but then the giveaway came.
I started feeling that my experience had to be fake, because aliens obviously don’t exist and I must be delusional for writing such an experience. Maybe I was subconsciously writing it to get attention, or the memories had been created by some kind of rub-off/transference effect – read it, then experience it. When I have these out of context and out of character dismissive thoughts suddenly appearing in my head they are usually the giveaway that I am being influenced to dismiss something valid and important – I even thought of Occam’s Razor as “proof” that my experiences could not be valid. So it’s like the management was “yet again” a bit too heavy-handed and over-zealous in its attempts to make me doubt something entirely valid.
The “fake memories to distract me from something even more important” angle is interesting though because I have never experienced this one before (in contrast, I have been made to feel that I am delusional so many times now when writing about this kind of subject that whenever I have that feeling I know the opposite is almost certainly true). So in this case the interference is trying to use a perceived weak point or ingrained perspective to try to make me doubt this anomalous experience. I was thinking about this – thinking/remembering vs ‘practice’ (focuses or other techniques) today and how I have a pre-defined bias towards the latter, due to all the meditation and other practice-based techniques I have done in the past, and starting to appreciate more how exploring a memory, looking at something from different angles, reading a science fiction book or watching a series can develop your understandings in important ways or prompt new insights or ideas, which you might not get if you just limit yourself to one mode of investigation or habitually prioritise it above others.
Rereading the post I noticed other parallels with my experience – both me and my friend were also “very tired”, I had just flown from the UK and he was used to resting and meditating all day rather than driving around. Another parallel is that the fog for me was the thickest fog I have ever seen, which corresponds to this: “It had built up to the point where the fog was so thick, it was almost yellowish and it seemed to have settled over the road and the land more like a thick blanket than any fog I can ever remember.” Also feeling close to the centre of a force or a hurricane of energy is similar to my experience – for me it also felt like we were surrounded by a force, like the fog was charged with energy and affecting us somehow.
Thanks for your reply Matt, it’s really interesting to see your perceptions and also that we can view experiences from ten years ago in this much detail and clarity.
When I read your description of the aliens around the area where my car was it felt like it ‘clicked’ into place like part of a puzzle and I immediately saw the beings too – and seconds later I had strong dismissive thoughts come into my head, like ‘not possible’ and ‘ridiculous’ – one of the giveaways of these out of context thoughts is that they are not accompanied by any corresponding emotion. I feel the same as you, that these beings had an agenda in relation to me – and I am reminded of you being guided to go to the place where the alien was waiting. So in your case it could have been the simulation guiding you to go there I guess, because the predictive software had assessed that it would have a stressing or debilitating effect on you – this would fit with you feeling that you had surprised ‘it’. I feel as if they were adjusting settings in my energy body somehow, calibrating me or reconfiguring me to have some pre-defined experiences – I get a sense of the many strange experiences I had around that time (such as feeling that I was everywhere or in other people’s bodies as well as my own) and the way things would suddenly ‘switch’ from one extreme or perception to another.
I see a jagged line like on a graph on a screen, which is fluctuating, and see them adjusting settings which correspond to my feelings and perceptions – these also feel like they are being adjusted in relation to each other in response to complex algorithms – I see a string of equations now, one after the other, and am aware of minute, moment-by-moment changes in the level of my tension and wariness and also in my awareness of these feelings – it’s like the fog represents part of what they are doing to me. Now I see like a light switch being turned down in my body so that things are dimmer and more difficult to perceive or distinguish – but the light stays on in my head which is flooded with different types of light, ultraviolet then others, and it’s as if my body is becoming more distant from me and mentally the ‘light’ in which I perceive things is being subtly altered and reprogrammed. Also I see the light between myself and my companion being changed and this relates to our relationship which was manipulated to be very traumatising for me and has come up a lot whilst I have been exploring memory manipulations in the past week. I see various ‘types’ or classes of my feelings and perceptions as ‘dots’ on a grid now – actual and projected levels, and the graph line is fluctuating between them as they adjust the settings. They seem more interested in me than in my companion though – I see a graph line in relation to him too but there are only three variables or ‘points’ on this screen and he only seems to be being adjusted in relation to me.
So it’s interesting to be able to access this retrospectively where I wasn’t aware of it at the time and indeed was made to forget all the most important details – I don’t think I was meant to see these beings, I think the unease, discomfort and containment from the fog and atmosphere and the various other related feelings I described were all desirable variables that they were working towards as long-term feelings to keep me in, so they had intended to create these, it was like an experiment for them but they had been given a clear goal. Again I am reminded of the similarity between the small space that the meditation would keep you in and the small space in this memory – but also of the withdraw, shutdown, disengage strategy I have adopted for much of my life since then, which was worst in some ways during this period at the retreat. So I can relate to my body/physicality feeling distant or separate from me which they seemed to be working towards for example and also to all the other feelings which they seemed to be adjusting.
Just after finishing the last comment it sank in that for the first time I am fully aware of aliens influencing me at a particular time in my life, and even what they were doing – this hadn’t been allowed to sink in before, it’s like when reading simulation evidence, my reaction was dampened down and suppressed so that I didn’t have any emotional reaction to it.
Then I remembered the other experiences which came back to me when I was reading these ‘strange atmosphere’ pages – interestingly the car journey in the fog was not one of them, I didn’t remember that until I read Matt’s experience – and I had a clear image of one where I was on a residential working holiday somewhere and I think it was the the last night and I went for a walk in the evening on my own. Immediately as I had this image I get the same sense of tingling electricity throughout my whole body that I had when starting to recall the car journey in the fog. I had remembered before that I was standing by a gate in a stone wall which opened off a farm track into a thick wood – and I was looking at the sky. There was a sense of busy activity all around me and particularly above me, though I couldn’t see a single person or animal and the building where my fellow volunteers were was a 10-15 minute walk away.
Now as I close my eyes and re-engage with the memory I clearly see a creature standing directly in front of me, about my height, like a huge yellow mantis covered in chitin with a long cone-shaped head – this creature is actually holding my hands which are either side of me about waist height. There are others as well, I am surrounded by them – I see them filling the farm track and also grouped in the wood behind me. I have a sense of energies transferring between us, then another of a dark blue fleece I used to have which I haven’t remembered or seen in photos for years – I have a sense of it absorbing energies somehow due to being dark and that this is important – this must mean I was choreographed to put it on that evening and probably also to take it on that holiday. There are energies going out of me but also energies going into me – it is like a kind of substitution but also a duplication where part of me is being copied. Again this doesn’t feel accidental, it feels like they have an agenda in relation to me. I get ‘thought transfer’ and then ‘thought exchange’ and have a sense of many strange dream-like images flashing past – I see a peacock whose tail is a spiderweb and this would seem to represent being stuck to pride, beauty and external appearance – at that time, I think it would have been early 2000, I was more concerned with this but wouldn’t call that an issue as much as those that the other aliens were working on. I have a sense of being drained or emptied of certain memories during this exchange and new ones being placed in there as substitutes – these memories have been previously tagged or their signature or resonance is already known so it can be done quickly and smoothly. Memories of particular experiences – there was one friend who I always used to have strange experiences with but I can’t remember who this was – we were riding our bikes near the canal and we got lost, there were long nettles and suddenly I couldn’t find him anywhere – everything was deserted. It was hot and I don’t know where I am – I have an image of the canal near where I lived till age 9 but it doesn’t feel like that one. As I started to remember this memory I again got the same tingling electricity all over that I had when remembering the last two experiences of aliens, and feel there were beings here too – but I have no idea where it happened or who the friend was or even if it is real. I see an iron bridge over the canal this is a day out with another family and I think I remember the friend now – my best friend but I don’t remember seeing him much after age 6-7 – also I see stabilisers on my bike so I must have been very young. So it seems like the second group of aliens were taking away memories of anomalous experiences and replacing them with something else – or nothing.
I have left my bike by the wall and suddenly feel cold all over, and very small. I see an ornamental dragon but this ornament is a memory of another canal, years later, with my family and another friend who I hadn’t seen for years and never saw again after that walk. There are all these tubes connecting me to something, they lead out from me in every direction. Nothing is being taken from me this time but I see all these colours coming down the tube into me – bright yellows and oranges and blues, all the colours of the rainbow – but the colours are precisely balanced and targeted in terms of shades and quantities and the areas that they affect – I see a painting being constructed in my chest – there are many paintings in fact and I can flick through them – they are things that haven’t happened yet, or they have happened now, but they hadn’t happened back then at that point. But they are paintings of traumatic times of being publically criticised by a headteacher, attacked by other pupils, excluded at a party – I also see myself stealing things from other pupils or teasing them or interrupting the game they are playing, there are many pictures and they all seem to relate to the school I went to at the age of 7-9, which would have been shortly after this memory. Each being controls a tube and monitors the level of colour at each moment – these beings seem more ethereal, like they are made of white gauze, I see them floating above and around me, and one black being directing them from overhead. Then they are gone – it feels like it only takes a minute, or less – I had a sense that I was suddenly stiff and didn’t want to move, my gaze is fixed on the wall behind the nettles, where there is graffiti. Then my friend is there, his mother is calling and I get my bike and go with them up the canal path – I feel kind of empty, like part of me has been hollowed out.
I had other experiences with this friend too which were strange – I remember we both used to read the same kid’s science fiction books and were alone in his house sometimes. I remember one time he told me there was a ghost in the empty house near his, and I thought I saw it at the window – feeling back into this memory I see us back in the alley we ducked into, but there are three beings with us, the same white gauzey ones I saw before with the colours, they are tied to me or hold a leash connected to me, and another connected to my friend. The feeling I get from this scene is one of tension and being wound-up about the ghost I was sure I’d just seen, but with him I often got a sense of things going on in the background, like he would say something “impossible” with absolute certainty, and it would somehow be true – I never felt like we were alone, and in remembering that I get more tingling electricity feelings. At one point we were in his room in the loft and he told me his cupboard was like the magic carpet-bag in the book which can swallow anything – I remember being very afraid but also now there is a spiderweb over the whole room as I feel back into it which relates back to the peacock’s tail and seems to represent an overall plan to keep me ‘fixed’ and stuck. I actually felt the energy change when he said that about the wardrobe – and felt that the man with the carpet-bag was there in the room with us, I often felt he was with me or close to me and was wary or frightened of this – also he used to appear in dreams.
Another time I remember his family and mine just happened to be staying at the same campsite in France, and met there without planning anything – I see a photo of him there, then a photo of myself and another friend I knew slightly later in my childhood, and a quill pen which is rewriting history – so there are things, memories which have been taken out which shouldn’t have been and new things have been put in their place. Images of that holiday come flooding back, but there are parts barred off – on the island, Mont St Michel, there is something I don’t remember, like I got separated from my family at one point in the town and they didn’t know where I was. It’s like there were beings all around me – I see a biscuit, which represents me being drawn to look at something interesting, and then when I turned round my family were gone. As I feel back into this moment I have a sense of being surrounded by a circular wire fence which is almost touching my body – it is the same white ethereal beings, and like with the fog memory, which created certain feelings and impressions which the other beings could then tamper with and adjust, this brief separation from my family seems designed to create uncertainty and panic, and the beings are adjusting settings which relate to the fence and how it works to keep me in a small space – so those emotions are part of the containment. I have sense of this again happening very quickly then my parents are there and the beings are gone. Engaging more with one of those beings I get a sense of hollowness and artificiality and feel like the form I’m experiencing is being translated from something else. They seem to have a group intelligence too as if they are all programmed identically on one level – writing that triggers more energy in my body – I see them with a handheld device with antennae, turning various controls that relate to the fence, which seems to be a symbolic representation of my own attitudes and perceptions at that time. There is a sense of them carrying out an assignment, as with the other groups of beings by the canal, in the wood and in the car journey.
Also with the sense of being tempted away from my family briefly, I remembered the working holiday experience at the start of this comment and on that evening I had felt it was important to go for a walk on my own and ignore what everyone else was doing – I remember having a clear picture of this place by the wood and heading straight there. I’d been there earlier in the week during the day with someone else and remember we were standing just inside the gate where someone went past down the track in the van we used, they were looking for us and they strangely didn’t see us so we had to go out onto the track and wave when they came back in the opposite direction. But it had a feeling of energy somehow, and as if the ‘gate’ wasn’t just physical but between dimensions too like a portal – I am reminded of the ‘glitches’ in the Harsh Realm series where you walk through from one simulation into another but the immediate scenery doesn’t change. The ‘charge’ I feel starts building up again as I write this – I remember on the walk my head was full of thoughts about writing projects, friends, other student things – but then when I approached the gate this just faded out and I felt much more like I used to in meditation actually, calm and receptive but also somehow hollowed out and empty.
The mantis being that was holding my hands felt like the leader, facilitating the exchange, and the others seemed to be engaged in some kind of supporting role and each one adjusting individual settings. Ah I understand the spiderweb better now, because they are in a ‘formation’ around me, like Matt described with the insectoid aliens in his comment yesterday – and it looks like a spiderweb, I am at the centre with the main being next to me, then the others are arranged in a network around me either side of the gate, and it feels like a grid or matrix has been laid over them so that there are specific lines connecting them to me and several aliens ‘plugged into’ each line – each line and each being attached to each line has a particular purpose in relation to all the others. So when I saw this same spiderweb in my friend’s room whilst he was telling me about his magic wardrobe, it was like the pattern got activated – but this time I don’t see any aliens in relation to it, and instead of me and the mantis at the centre of the web, it is me and my friend. So it must have been already there – it feels like it has a tagging and sampling role and automatically labels certain things, memories or feelings, to be adjusted, deleted or substituted at a later date. With the part of me also being copied/duplicated at the gate, I get a sense of this being thoughts, feelings and experiences which could potentially contribute to later anomalies or be dangerous, and might need to be adjusted – so I have a sense of them taking this information away for testing purposes. Ah I knew there was something more to the peacock – the spiderweb tail also represents times when the ‘web’ matrix would become activated in relation to beauty or wonder or awe – this relates back to my feeling with the insectoids in the car journey that they were doing things in relation to my strange experiences (altered states of consciousness etc – I mentioned feeling I was everywhere or in other people’s bodies, but there must have been dozens of these experiences) – and a key ingredient in the “up” variants of these was awe or a sense of beauty, wonder or being overwhelmed – often this would come with a feeling of being sedated or suddenly passive, but also it was a good way of managing me in particular directions and away from others by triggering these experiences at pre-defined times and in pre-defined circumstances, due to the way I was made to interpret them.
So because of the spiderweb matrix and since the dark fleece I was wearing was significant, then the transfer of energies must have been through my torso or whole body – yes I can see this now as I re-engage – and the leader would have had more of a balancing or modulating role, overseeing all the different currents entering and leaving my body. Actually now I mention altered states I can remember having “odd” feelings and perceptions that evening – a weird sense of “knowing” or assurance, and then a feeling of being a conduit in relation to others (it feels like I was even given things by these aliens to give to other people at particular times that would create or strengthen impulses or perceptions). It also feels like there are memories or elements of memories that shouldn’t be there, and I feel as if they are doing things to associate my trauma with anomalies I have experienced so that I don’t want to think about them or take action to shut those memories down. Haha it’s ironic that the simulation would use aliens, a total anomaly, to deal with people having experiences of anomalies – so if anyone did remember anything, they could easily already be considered a bit mad due to the “impossible” things they had already talked about, and this would strengthen that perception.
The first time I tried to read the article, I merely glossed over the whole article and stop reading it altogether. My second attempt wasn’t that successful either. There was a Christmas party at my home, so the noise kept me from concentrating on the article 100 percent. I gave up after the first few paragraphs.
The third attempt was better. I managed to read the entire article plus some of the comments here, but then I became distracted when my head began involuntarily playing background music that reminded me of game characters navigating their way inside a dark, foggy forest. When I noticed the internal radio in my head, the music began changing into a fun love song that had nothing to do with the content of this article. Soon the effort it took for me to read it taxed me to the point that I had to do routine tasks first to take a break.
I thought of the date the article appeared — December 16, which I assume is a very busy time for many parts of the world because of Christmas preparations. I felt that many people would not even think of reading anything “spooky” on a month many consider to be “festive.”
I began to access childhood memories of a cousin telling me about his mom’s experiences with supernatural beings, which I told my mom about. (I don’t even remember what those stories were about.) She said that ghosts don’t exist, so I said this to my cousin and he felt offended. He stopped talking about ghosts to me until many years later, when we were in a high altitude area with the rest of my family. I had forgotten exactly what kind of ghost story he was telling me and one of my siblings, but I remember that all of us had goosebumps and that we fell silent for an indefinite period of time before talking about other topics. I feel I have other similar childhood stories or experiences, but right now my memory is strongly blocked off, so I feel I can’t write much about them yet.
In the end, I finished reading everything, but I immediately felt that I could barely remember anything. It was the same effect that I often experienced whenever I read any content from Clive’s Soul-Healer pages. It also felt as if I couldn’t contribute much except to post my reading experiences as proof that we’re in a simulation. I had to put up with thoughts and feelings that seem to discourage me from posting this comment, like “My comment is shorter than theirs and not as meaningful” or “I’m not even writing any E.T. or spooky fog memory, why bother?”
Eerily, the morning was foggy as I was reading this page even if the sun was shining. It seemed that blanketing energies are acting upon me at this very moment to make sure I don’t think much about any of the spooky fog articles here.
just finished re-reading it and reading the comments, seems it triggered something, it seems like some kind of parallel memory or something, I don’t even know if it is mine, but it feels like I was at some point at the top end of a street near my house and neighboorhood when I was in my hometown as a teenager, but felt a bit older, and at this place there is the beginning of trails that lead to a forest, and there is strong wind blowing and I seem to go help someone in a red car or something along these lines, someone (a girl if I remember well) there who gets messed up with by some kind of being(s), and I get messed up too but felt alike I was fighting it and fighting in the situation, this is blurry so I don’t even know if it makes sense (speaking of which I was not impressed by my reaction to the article and comments and first, felt really managed alike making me arrogantly dismissive or something…), but there seems to be some of the same phenomenons as feeling movements in the sky (seeing the stars but as if they are moving so it is like something trying to stay transparent is in front of the images of the sky and it feels like waves of moving energies) but it got triggered while reading the article, and it relates to a feeling I had a couple of years ago while reading Michael Topper’s material, a spooky very not nice feeling (around the time reading this there were really loud strange cracking noises in the appartment where I was living at that time)…all of this is accompanied by a recent re-emerging memory(ies) of things related to some mantid being(s) in a big room
That was interesting