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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

Donovan Concert: A Shared Experience — Maybe?

 

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In 2011, I wrote the following piece for my Trickster’s Realm column at Tim Binnall’s site (Binnall of America.)  Donovan in Concert at the Hollywood Bowl . . . Maybe.  

The other day — I don’t remember what it was that had me bring it up — but I mentioned this column to my spouse, Jim. Jim told me he didn’t know about the article: “You never mentioned that,” he said. (We usually read each other our stuff.) I was surprised, but anyway, he read the item. Afterwards he said: “That is very strange.” Pause. “Weirder still, I was at that concert.”

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Married over forty years, and I never knew that!

Another weird synchronicity, possibly, remotely, related to UFO type events. Jim and I had discovered years ago that we share many anomalous events, going back to childhood. All of them connected, in some way, to UFOs.

Found Journal: Memories, Voices, …

More from my found UFO notes from decades ago . I had forgotten so much of these experiences. Is “forgotten” the right word? How can a person forget these types of things? Maybe suppressed might be a better word. Below are two journal entries. Slightly edited for clarity, names have been changed, etc.

April 1991/Eugene, Oregon

Meditating the night before I met with Diane and George. I had an abrupt “waking dream” (I call them “mind post cards now) — I am awake, but having a vision, transported somewhere. I’m about ten years old in the dining room of my childhood home in Los Angeles. I see a man, in gray,  squatting on the floor. He’s busy doing something, and there are about four or five steel boxes about the size of bread boxes near him. They have lights on them, some of them are flashing; yellow, green, blue, red. This man is small with blondish- red hair and he’s human — almost. He seems three quarters human and one quarter something else. He suddenly looks  at me, and I get such a hit of hostility and anger from him! It’s obvious I am not supposed to be here, not supposed to see him. I get the sense in a few moments he’ll be gone; I just happened upon him early, too soon. I’m a little scared and well aware of his feeling I shouldn’t be here, but I’m also angry at him! This is my house! My dining room! I “wake-up” snap out of it is more accurate, for I wasn’t alsleep — as if someone’s turned the switch off and the “movie” is gone. I feel very uncomfortable.

May 1991/Eugene, Oregon

First UFO Study and Support Group at the library. Put up three flyers, about twelve people showed up. Good meeting — our agenda is to not have one. Research, study, compare notes. A couple showed up with their daughter who was about eleven. The daugher had heard voices all her life, and is in counseling. Diana and George (not their real names) really felt for her and felt as if we’ve seen her, or know her, somehow. The mothter seemed receptive — knew a little about stones and crystals. Diane upfront about her Wiccan, pagan path. No one batted an eye. I was slightly open regarding that.

The mother now tells me she feels Diane is “bringing demons” to her, into her house, because of her “witchcraft.” Discouraging. Odd, too, because she was very open and told me she’s glad we had the meeting and wants to meet again, but not if the meeting takes place at Diane’s.

One man who attended told a story of seeing a creature/visitor/intruder/alien/forgein other with witnesses. This creature was standing on the sidewalk, daytime. A definite negative presence. While he and the people he was with saw the creature, those passing by did not.

The next night, as I was leaving work, opening my car door, I heard a voice inside/outside my head. (to my left, by my left) (note: when I do encounter spirit voices it is always on my left) and I told myself it was just the sound of the car door opening. Two “words” came through. I don’t remember what they were.

Last night, I heard voices again. And an odd thing: eyes closed, suddenlty shapes taking a life of their own and forming into the black eyes, and I felt a presence (to my left.) I opened my eyes suddently, did not see anything, but really felt “it” — before opening my eyes I said “I don’t want you here!” and it left. On my way to the meeting at Diane’s when the phone rang — no one there. Diane saw a UFO the next morning. That night her oldest son had an emergency regarding his hand, he also gets frequent nose bleeds. (note: why I wrote that last sentecne at the time I don’t know, must have felt it was related.)

What’s interesting about these experiences is that they happened after my orange orb sighting. Eugene and surrounding areas were full of UFO sighitngs; many friends, “believers” and non-believers,  were seeing things. Local media reported on these sighitngs. I was having an incredible amount of synchronicities, precognitive episodes, my own sightings, “visions” during meditation and out of body experiences.

It seems the sighting of the orb opened up something within me that has been there all along.

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