What I experienced between May and June of last year (2024) left a deep mark. The challenge of contact beyond fear, and the telepathic communication with those Beings, marked a real watershed within me. I wanted to talk to others about it, I knew it would help me better understand what had happened on those occasions and even earlier. However, I found no one to talk to, so I turned to reading.
Fragments of my memory were resurfacing, and everything was taking shape. In July, I came across a book, actually, the first volume in a series of four, in which various people, including academics, researchers, and doctors, shared their personal experiences and different modalities of contact with Non-Human Intelligences (NHI).
As I read some of the stories, I couldn’t help but notice a growing resonance within me. I can’t say exactly what it was: I felt a vibration emerging, a sound without sound. Something you perceive without it making noise, even if the volume increases. Until, reading about a specific event that referred to a particular sound, I heard in my ears the same noise I had heard in my sleep in 2019, the one I had associated with tractor treads on the road.
“Oh my,” I thought (well, not exactly those words): that encounter in the mountains wasn’t just to transform the fears of childhood, then. What I remembered was only the beginning.
I wanted to explore what had happened, to have a broader perspective of my past, but also of the transformation that had invested everything in my life. So, I booked an online session with someone who works professionally and respectfully with people who have had similar experiences. A supportive figure, present but without projecting anything of their own into the other’s field.
The session spontaneously went elsewhere. It wasn’t a regression, but while I was in a very relaxed state, two Beings from other dimensions connected to me and spoke through me. It was completely different from what I had experienced before. I wasn’t just receiving information, my eyes glimpsed details of other places, just enough to offer a new perspective. It was an unforgettable experience. A glimpse of life from elsewhere in space and time.
Following the instructions I received during the session, as I tried to project myself into a future version of me, I suddenly saw a completely black space. I saw myself too: I appeared to be standing, but was lifted above the ground, supported by orange hands. Looking at that image, I felt joy, enthusiasm, complete trust in what was happening in my life. That image alone carried so much, especially a deep sense of fulfilment. I thought it meant surrendering to the new, even without clear references.
Still, I felt a little sad that the regression hadn’t taken place. The curiosity was still there, but I told myself: the right time will come.
I was in the mountains, and one evening after dinner, during a walk, my thoughts were projected toward the stars. As soon as I stepped back into the house, I felt a strong sensation urging me to go back outside and look up, for contact, and I thought there might be movement above to catch. I saw a few planes, and maybe something else, a quick passing, yes; anomalous movement, no.
Then, suddenly, I felt myself zooming forward, or rather, upward, as if I could see myself in successive frames rising toward the sky and a brilliant light. It was strange, because I was standing still, but at the same time, something in me was projecting elsewhere, with my eyes open.
I don’t know if what I’m about to describe happened that same night or the following one. I can’t say whether it happened in that moment or if I was experiencing again part of what had occurred in 2019, after I had told those Beings in the room, “Well, do what you need to do” (which at the time I interpreted as an energetic treatment, as had happened before with other types of Beings; that evening it seemed connected to childhood fears). “I’m going to sleep.”
I remember this: I woke up or, part of me opened the eyes, while I was floating in the air, lying down. Maybe I turned my head or did it with thought or with my consciousness. I could see that I was in my room in the apartment in the mountains. I tried to move my arms, but I couldn’t, they were outstretched, and I couldn’t shift them. My legs were extended, and I couldn’t move those either. The images around me were distorted, as if a membrane surrounded me.
I thought I might be recalling the 2019 event. Even if it wasn’t exactly that, and it was happening right then, one thing was clear: that experience was unfolding in an ever-present time, and I could access it. I kept repeating to myself: “Stay calm, stay relaxed. Everything went well.”
I tried to stay as clear as possible and look for details around me, when finally, to my right, lower than where I was, I saw some Beings, not very tall, not grey: beige. I could sense someone was in front of me, but the membrane, darkened by interference (which I believe was generated by my mind), seemed harder to penetrate. I kept repeating: “It’s safe for me to see. I’m perfectly safe. It’s safe for me to see.”
Then a taller Being emerged, compared to the beige ones. It wore an orange suit. The face I glimpsed reminded me of a frog, a digital image of a frog’s face.
In that moment, through my eyes and third eye, I wanted to project my thought: “I see you. Now I see you. Hello.” I remember the satisfaction and joy of finally being able to say that.
I can’t say whether in 2019 there was any kind of conversation after I had suddenly fallen asleep. I have no memory of it. This time, I wanted to take every chance of the present moment to communicate actively and bring back even just a fragment of a answer.
I’m aware that the face I saw may simply have been a translation by my mind, an attempt to give shape to an impulse I had received. Likewise, it could have been an image created by them to reassure me and let the experience unfold more gently.
The last thing I remember is wanting to wave to them. I tried to move my hand, nothing. So, I chose to project the image of my hand waving through the third eye. I remember nothing more, but that’s already a lot.
Over the past year, through some vivid dreams, I’ve recalled other episodes. I’m keeping them for careful exploration: they’re precious fragments. The situation is much more layered and complex than I thought.
This is my path: descending into my depths to meet those Beings to whom I am connected. That is the threshold, and it demands we look deeply, to embrace our true nature.
From how they’ve always appeared to me, meeting them means first of all facing their eyes. That gaze reflects who we are, in our totality. We must be radically honest about ourselves, our emotions, our obstacles, limits and fears. No perfection, only authenticity.
It takes time. Dedication. Love. And them? They hold a safe space for me on this path and support me respecting me and my pace. Those experiences and interactions are extraordinary.
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