The effects of the contact I described in “Beyond Fear” lasted for hours.
I felt peaceful. Deeply at ease.
As if a lifetime of experiences was finally beginning to make sense, and I had created and entered a safe space, one where all of it was welcomed:
myself, and my experiences, especially the most vulnerable, the ones that mattered the most.
I spent the rest of that evening searching online for contact stories that had emerged through regression.
I wanted to see if there were any similar experiences, recurring details, or simply rest inside that sweet space of shared presence, and think. That very morning I had asked the Universe for a sign, direction. I would have never imagined a response like that.
Slowly, I noticed something shifting in me: a long-awaited exhale.
After years of tension, that part of me always alert, scanning the people around me, I was finally starting to relax.
Over the years, I had shared some of my experiences with a few carefully chosen people.
If I was honest… something had always been missing: unconditional acceptance.
Even as I shared some stories or teachings, my inner sonar was always listening.
Tuning into the other person’s field.
Very few were truly present. And even when they were, they still felt somehow outside the experience.
Sometimes their silence carried discomfort.
Other times, though their words sounded curious, their vibration said something else: irritation, or what I felt as a heavy drop.
When someone is fully present, open to receive and co-experience, resonance happens.
Fields meet. they open into a shared space, but they remain sovereign.
No one spills into the other.
There are healthy boundaries.
It’s like passing a ball.
It’s caught, returned, caught again. building clarity, insight, expansion.
It’s real co-creation.
Presence, words, and intention all moving in the same rhythm.
Totally different when words and intentions are just beautiful costumes.
No matter how powerful or “authentic” the sharing might be,if the other isn’t truly open, there’s no resonance.
Only broken lines.
You pass the ball… and it drops.
You try to bounce it… it vanishes into empty space.
Even when it comes back, it just rolls across the floor in silence.
Speech doesn’t create.
It’s just the hiss of words.
Words, surface, essence and intention tell different stories.
And the core is always the same:
fear of showing up. Of feeling. Of expressing. Of receiving.
Someone who doesn’t choose to be present with themselves, can’t be present with you.
And if you expect them to be, you’re doing the same thing.
So why hide behind illusions and shiny façades?
Feeling who you are, deeply, changes everything.
The next two days were calm.
I kept researching people who had interacted with Beings similar to the blue-skinned presence I had encountered.
And as I read their accounts, I saw how much the teachings aligned.
I thought maybe we’re raised from childhood through experiences that push us toward an independent vision.
One that breaks free from today’s “spiritual” trends to let our real nature emerge, not some pre-printed script.
No space for fear-based narratives.
No room for stories that mirror internal battles and project them onto others, be they humans or Beings of any race or dimension.
Working on ourselves is not optional, and that includes our fears.
Because diving into them leads us right to the source of our authenticity and personal power.
A power that lives fully in the body.
That threshold… is guarded by terrifying gatekeepers.
They challenge us to take responsibility for who we are, before letting us pass through.
That day, it seems… my threshold opened.
Over the past year, the topic of telepathy kept coming up.
In conversations with people, especially in relation to animals, popping up online.
Three days after that contact, I was watching a video on telepathic connection with certain alien races.
And all around me, the vibration grew stronger.
With my inner sight, I sensed the presence of three, maybe four, Beings.
To me, they felt massive.
I couldn’t see their bodies . only their heads.
And the smallest one, strangely unsettling, seemed the size of a door.
I wondered if the images I was seeing were really their faces, or my own mind filtering them.
Just then, the palms of my hands activated.
My third eye pulsed.
The first figure… the “small” one… had shades of red and white.
The white seemed concentrated on the face. I wasn’t sure if it was a mask.
The second was the hardest to grasp.
Two faces. Never together.
One had skin in dark brown tones. The other, blue.
The more I tried to “understand,” the more I felt it was my mind grasping for a clear answer.
Maybe they came from different places. Different densities.
It was impossible to say.
The last…
I saw what looked like the head of a black dragon. With horns.
Majestic.
Who they were, where they were from… I can’t say.
I tried scanning their frequency, hoping for an answer.
I knew it was my mind trying to serve me one, drawn from options I already “had on the table”.I had no intention of limiting them with my projections. Nor did I need a visual ID.
The answer was already there.
My third eye spun, like a top. That was the answer and if it wasn’t spinning, it responded with a vibration I had never felt before.
Around me: daylight.
Inside: silence and darkness. That darkness, I believe, was a space of interconnection.
Then, within that space, I was asked:
What is going on in your life?
What is your purpose?
What are your real dreams?
I fell quiet. Inside, I told myself: this is the chance of a lifetime.
I can’t say who those Beings were.
Versions of me from other dimensions?
Beings responding to the questions that had been flooding my system?
I didn’t even consider whether they were “here to give me answers”.
That didn’t matter.
What was happening went beyond anything I had imagined.
Before answering, I remembered something I had learned through personal experience: when interacting with Beings from the Otherworld, do not project. Don’t place ideas or human structures on them. Don’t assume to “channel” or “know”.
Stay present. Same rule applies to humans, honestly, and before answering, be clear inside. Be simple. Be real.
Because they already read it all, and while you’re speaking, they taste you.
They feel your reactions, your emotions, your intentions.
All of it.
It’s a golden moment. Be honest.
I imagined a sphere between my hands. Inside it: facts, questions, fears, doubts, blurry thoughts, raw emotions.
That was me in that moment. No polished version. Just truth, and I offered them that sphere of answers.
It felt light.
Finally, I didn’t have to translate myself. I was wholly myself. Fully compact. No need to explain.
Just direct. Immediate.
Light. Free. Once again, I was received by Beings who, at first glance, might seem frightening , who, by their very presence, pull intense emotions straight to the surface, without even speaking. They are utterly present. Totally authentic and I was allowed to move through the threshold.
To embrace the power of that encounter. Inside and outside of me.
That was magnificient.
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