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I’m Not There: Alien Sketches

Three sketches I made last night while listening to Adam Gorightly and Greg Bishop on Coast to Coast last night. Good program; Gorightly and Bishop  discussed their new book,  A is for Adamski, with host George Knapp.

I wanted to make sure I didn’t fall asleep while listening to the show so I stayed up and sketched.  I didn’t think about what I’d draw, just let myself go where my subconscious took me.

The first sketch I call “My invisible dancing aliens.”  Years ago I started a painting based on this same drawing but never finished it. This is a sketch of the  little foyer in the house I grew up in in Los Angeles. There was a little window in the wall, as you see, a closet door on the left, and across from that, the front door. This is the house where I waited for my little alien friends to come and float me out the front door. I also have memories of dancing with these creatures. No faces on the beings — I don’t remember their faces, or much at all, except that they were. About my size, almost see through. Airy, fragile, friendly. Same ones who floated me out the door, into the large tree on the corner where I’d wait for … more. More beings, ships. . .

This is also the house where my mother saw a UFO hovering over the apartments across the street.

 

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This next sketch is of my bed. I’m not in it. The aliens (or beings, or entities, or angels, or elementals, whatever it is one wants to call them) are not looking at me in the bed — not anymore. I’m gone to what ever place they took me to. They are looking up, away from my bed, to the skies, and pointing. I’ve noticed that in this sketch, and another I did of my bedroom and the aliens, some of the aliens are tall, and clothed.

 

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The last drawing surprised me; it’s a version of my “patio alien” a creature I saw when I was about four. This was in another house in Los Angeles, on Corning Street, not too far from the house referred to above. I tried to capture the nasty nature of this thing but I don’t think it comes across. Although, I showed it to my husband who just shook his head (I didn’t tell him what it was.) I asked him if he was referring to my artwork or what; he said no, to “it.” “Not good,” he said. “That thing is not good.”

This thing was about four feet tall, all in silver and a hood or helmet, red glowing eyes — more like lights then eyeballs — and had a wand or gun type thing in its hand. When I saw it I first thought the thing was holding our hose, messing around with it for some reason. It saw me, was very very angry I was watching it, and pointed the “hose” at me. Turned out to me some kind of ray gun (as hokey as that sounds) at me. I was terrified.

 

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A Comment on my recent Stint on Jeremy Vaeni’s ‘Experience’ Podcast

It’s very difficult to mine any information from this interview. Regan was good at expressing her own bafflement and confusion with her experiences, but not at describing them with enough detail that we could either sincerely share her bafflement or perhaps provide some clarity. She says she’s trying to understand them better, and I believe her, but I also sense an unwillingness to open her experiences up fully to outside commentary. One thing that was obvious is that she’s concluded far more about her experiences than she expresses outright, and perhaps she fears that opening up her experiences to outside comment will challenge those conclusions and throw her back into a worse confusion, or confirm the worst of them which she is not ready to hear, but that looks to me to be rooted in a lack of self-confidence and a disbelief that anyone could really offer her anything truly beneficial.

I apologize to Regan for being so critical, and perhaps I’ve got it all wrong, I share my thoughts freely and whether she considers them or throws them into the bin I’ll take no offense.

A comment left  on Jeremy Vaeni’s Unknown Country/Experience podcast site in response to my podcast appearance on Vaeni’s program several weeks ago, (Which I greatly enjoyed, and once again, thank Jeremy for the opportunity to talk with him. Always truly wonderful, and funny, and “real” to speak with Vaeni.)
No offense taken dear commentator, I agree with many of your thoughts.
I am only trying to figure it out. Being human, and having all kinds of experiences involving  trauma — extant of any paranormal/supernatural experiences, I have my blind spots. Some I’m aware of, some I’m not.
We’re all in this together, trying to figure it out, find our way. Find those to trust, who will listen. Find others who’ve had similar experiences, who will share, and, listen to us without a knee jerk reaction of rejection.
Search, research, study.
But yeah, I’m human, and like everyone else, have moments of clarity, then, those muddled moments of what-ifs and it-couldn’t- possibly- be. Even fear. Okay, FEAR.  At times.
I don’t doubt at all that there’s a part of me that is afraid. Fuck yeah. Missing time? Not once, but at least twice. It’d be bad enough if it were only me present at those times, but, no. Others were present who confirmed the experiences.  Same with the invisible but no less real presences, (alien? not human, anyway) again, confirmed by others. And, so on  . . .
And I will acknowledge that yes, there are still some private, intimate episodes that I’m not willing to share now, or, I might find, will never be willing to share. Fear, shame, confusion, self-protection, … who knows. But it’s my right  to decide when and  where I will share these episodes. Will they be useful to the meta-data? To women in this field? To me?! Probably.  Yet in the meantime, we have to allow ourselves the time and space to process all this stuff.
We have to respect witnesses and let them speak, encourage but not harass or persecute those who share their stories. There will be a time when they’re (and when I’m) ready  to be even more open.
Being so-called closed shouldn’t imply a dishonesty, but foster a sense of compassion and patience.
True, there are those are coy for whatever reason (er, um, well,  David Paulides . . .) but the majority of people sharing their stories are being truthful. Sadly, but reallistically, there are always those who are hoaxers, liars, or sloppy and sleezy creeps (David Jacobs, in my opinion) but it’s a given that in any field — you name it, any field — that there are the liars, creeps, psychos, and huskters.

Amethyst Third Eye Meditation and Aliens

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The past few days, I’ve been focusing on meditating (again) using crystals, mainly amethyst. I’ve written before how I’ve had interesting encounters on this plane involving entities while using amethyst and other stones during meditative states.

I’ve also written about how, while I’ve had numerous UFO sightings — and other paranormal or anomalous experiences — I’ve never seen an alien/entity.  That’s not entirely true; as a child, I had experiences with entities. None of them looked quite like the ubiquitous gray alien that’s become the cultural symbol of ET.

Here’s an experience I had years ago while using crystals:

I was in a semi-trance meditative state. Awake, but very much in a light trance. I like to work with crystals and stones — on this night, I was using a copper wand with a purple fluorite crystal at one end. Suddenly, I was aware of three grays that had come through the bedroom window. They were there, all right, but, like much of this weird realm of aliens and UFOs, if someone had walked into the room, they would not have seen the grays. I had an immediate negative reaction against them — I did not want them here! I focused my energy and intent into the wand, and they were kept from going further into the room. They were “stuck” and very, very angry. They did not like this at all. Finally, the left, extremely pissed.  [Regan Lee; Post Menopause and the Abductors]

(About the above experience: A friend  invited me to a meeting of like minded psychics that same night I had the visitation but I didn’t go. Later, after I told my friend about my experience, she told me that the woman leading the group told her: “You have a friend who was to be here tonight, but right now, she is encountering entities on the astral.”)

Last night, I was meditating on my third eye, and the color and energy of amethyst. I had two amethyst clusters by my bedside, where I was sitting. I was not asleep, but very relaxed.

Behind my eyes, the usual swirls and shapes danced, but nothing specific. I wasn’t trying for anything at all. Just concentrating on breathing, and amethyst energy/color. Abruptly, this came shooting by:

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And I said to myself, in a reflexive reaction “Oh no.” They turned to look at me as they went past. They seemed as surprised to see me as I was to see them. It was as if we met on the astral plane.

They were really there. It was a specific, graphic moment. Vivid and real. I felt a  little nervous; this ‘sighting ‘ jolted me out of my mild trance.

The drawing seems a bit cartoonish, but that’s what the little aliens (or whatever they are) looked like. They sure as hell didn’t feel cartoon like.  It wasn’t a malevolent feeling, but not warm and fuzzy either.

I find using crystals very easy and comfortable, as well as responsive. Otherwise I wouldn’t incorporate them into my practices.  There’s a lot of lore as well as  metaphysical qualities surrounding amethyst; here’s one aspect of the crystal:

In today’s world, Amethyst is still a remarkable stone of spirituality and contentment, known for its metaphysical abilities to still the mind and inspire an enhanced meditative state. Its inherent high frequency purifies the aura of any negative energy or attachments, and creates a protective shield of Light around the body, allowing one to remain clear and centered while opening to spiritual direction. Amethyst stimulates the Third Eye, Crown and Etheric Chakras enhancing cognitive perception as well as accelerating the development of intuitive and psychic ability. [Crystal Vaults.com]

 

When it comes to UFO and related encounters of what we often call ET or aliens, there are many paths to explore and many ways to access information. Some researchers are impatient with the metaphysical side of UFO thought, but for some of us, it is the way it seems to work. It feels true, it feels comfortable, things happen. This is why we need use many different approaches to figuring this thing out.

Related links:
On my blog Saucer Sightings:

Silver Suited Aliens

My Not So Invisible Aliens

Night Visitor: A Painting of a Childhood Memory

Green Warty Visitations

The Open Ceiling and The Eagle

Astral Realm Memory

Emma Woods: Childhood Memory of Entity

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Drawing of ‘non-human creature’ seen by Emma Woods. Drawing by Emma Woods.

 

When I was a young child, I saw a small non-human creature in my bedroom. Another child also saw him, and she still remembers it as an adult. It is a fragmentary memory, and at first I could not remember his face. However, years later I suddenly remembered his face, and I drew this sketch of him. I am aware that he is an archetypal “alien”, and I know the mythology behind it. However, this is what I remember. I don’t know what he was, and I think it is possible that entities might present themselves in various forms, perhaps according to the culture of the time. So, perhaps this is how I saw him, and he might appear differently to others, and to those in other cultures. [Emma Woods]

Emma Woods graciously gave me permission to post her drawing of an entity she saw as a child, along with her post.

I like that Emma shared her memories; I also like the fact she writes “I know the mythology behind it” meaning the appearance of the entity.  Some might say these images are too convenient; not actual memories but influenced so heavily by the popular culture icon of “the gray” that we don’t remember accurately. Could be. I appreciate her honesty in noting this. I also like that she calls it a “non-human creature” and not an alien. As with my experiences, I don’t know if what I saw and experienced were aliens, as in ET, or, something else. Decidedly non-human though.

I have a painting I did years ago (the painting is buried in the studio for now) of the ‘invisible aliens’ I saw as a child. These beings were small, no taller than I, skinny, and almost like stick figures. That’s the sense I had, though I never saw them, not solidly.  They were transsparent, barely there. But, there indeed! Their heads were oval or triangular shape. The painting was done before the publication of Communion. As with Emma’s comments about her experience, I don’t know if these beings were ET, something else, and or if they appeared differently — or were interpreted differently — depending on culture and so on.

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