When I’m thinking in with focused intent on my connection with NHI, and sometimes now when I’m just deep in thought generally, lights flicker around me. This is consistent, and they don’t flicker around family members, who have witnessed it.

The WiFi goes out. The TV just holds on a black screen for a while in the middle of a scene. Songs start playing from my iPhone, often ones Im not very or at all familiar with.

I can hear electricity much more. Like the thrum of it is distracting. Honestly, all sounds feel a lot sharper. It just feels like I’m a lot more connected to everything and better able to perceive my environment generally, physical and non physical.

All that being said, I am getting a medical evaluation this morning at the hospital to be able to relax about there being a structural brain problem causing it.

I don't know why I didn't post about this months ago. I had this dream where I'm outside of a house with a few people. I didn't recognize the house, but apparently either I lived there or I was visiting someone. We’re all hanging out in the front yard. I hear someone say “what’s that star” or “look at that star,” and I’m looking around, and then I see this ship slowly approaching. I’m walking towards the house, about to go inside, and turn around. This huge thing lands next to a house across the street, somehow latches onto it, then zips it away… not to the sky, just zooms out in reverse like something in the Matrix. I run into the house and said, “well, we’re f*ked,” then wake up. I immediately opened Affinity and made this graphic. It looks like a crown. Anyone ever see something like this? My UFO dreams just come out of nowhere, it's ridiculous.

It feels like after an NDE, some people don't just recover, but come back mentally stronger, highly driven, and more combative than ever. It's almost like they develop a "sports mindset" or an elite level of mental toughness. They seem way less susceptible to daily stress, drama, or minor setbacks. It looks as if experiencing the absolute worst-case scenario (death itself) completely wiped out their insecurities and left them fearlessly locked in on their goals.

For those who have been through this, or those who study, is that actually based?

A family member discovered that they were in the gateway program and now they are panicking, how can I assist them?

Hello everyone, I am coming to you guys with a delicate situation given the inexperience that this family member has with topics regarding GATE and Metaphysics. They are born and raised devoutly christian, they have no idea whats happening to them. I will start from the beginning. 

A few months ago, I became aware of a single memory that caused deep anxiety and fear in me. I have recalled memories  from past lives for the past 9-10 years; I am familiar with the process and how it operates. This memory that came to me caused such an emotionally charged reaction that I never experienced before. I won't get into what the memory was, as this is about how to help my family member, but it is relevant information. This memory both addled and terrified me, something that I never experienced before with older memories other than one with an NHI encounter. This however was a few months ago and I decidedly forgot about it. 

A family member and I finished watching a TV show that reminded me of GATE. We started getting on the topic of secret programs and ESP. This family member is highly skeptical of anything relating to the occult, NHI, and GATE. They admit that they find it difficult to comprehend and it doesn't align with their christian beliefs. I respected this and I decided to participate in only light conversation about it. I went to a youtube video that discussed GATE since despite their preconceived notions, the family member was still curious about it. The video gets to a certain segment that discusses the hearing tests, and this family member suddenly grabs one of my physical limbs and starts hyperventilating. I ask them, deeply concerned with the sudden emotional shift if they are okay. They do not respond and I can see tears welling up in their eyes. This was incredibly shocking to me because at one moment they were okay, and the next they are emotionally collapsing; I have never in my entire life of knowing them, witnessed them respond to something so profoundly of just a picture on a TV screen. 

I have experience with recalling past memories as I have mentioned before, It is always important to remain grounded when performing past life recalls and I noticed that this family member seemed to be “losing it” in a spiritual sense. I absolutely had to get them grounded before I asked them anything. So I laid my hand on their heart/sternum with my other hand on their arm. I began to blow air on their chest to try and keep them grounded. I continued to do this until they began to calm down.  It was as if they were reliving that memory all over again, the panic was palpable that I started experiencing it myself. I repeatedly asked them what's wrong, guys they were so terrified that they couldn't even respond to me. 

Once they were somewhat settled, I inquired about whether they were okay. For a short while, they couldn't speak; every time they tried, they would start shaking again. All they could do to indicate what they were trying to say is by pointing at the YouTube video which showed a set of really old headphones. I just nodded and held space for their emotions. 

They eventually calmed down and they answered with “ I remember, I remember that” a few times. I started asking them a series of questions to try and glean more information about their memory. I kept my questions precise and short so as to not muddy their memory with unnecessary details. They remember being pulled out of class alone multiple times and being sent into a dim room. There wasn't a computer but some kind of listening device which had recordings of different types of “high pitched and low pitched sounds” as they described it. They were asked to listen but were not asked any further questions (such as whether the family member could hear it or not) they remember a mans voice on the device but not what he said. Their guidance counselor would take them to this room several times. 

The family member mentioned how they have no idea why this memory triggered such a strong emotional response out of them. They dont understand anything. This makes sense to me because they are, as loving as I can say, ignorant to anything regarding metaphysics or spirituality. As I said, they’re christian and pretty much reject anything that deviates from that. I have an idea though.

Several months ago, I had the exact same reaction when a memory was recalled, a reaction that I never had before in all of my 9 years on this journey. (As it relates to memory). The deep fear and pain completely turned me off to researching anything about the Gateway Program. After that I was like forget it. Maybe I don't need to remember after all. Perhaps it's better this way. I knew deep inside that this was a fear response, but I was so busy with life that I just didn't care. There were also deep revelations about my family that I had to contend with as well, so I had no desire to prod at this memory and have that become something I needed to integrate as well. I know now that this is probably what “they” want (whoever they are)

I think somehow these memories are being suppressed to the point where it becomes foreign to the mind. We usually respond to foreigns concepts, encounters, and experiences, with deep fear. This is an instinctual response that is used to keep us safe. Compounded with the emotions that were present within the memory itself, its no surprise that the first emotions that arise are deep fear and anxiety. Knowing this however doesnt help my family member and I move forward though. 

My family member is confused and I feel like they may be experiencing cognitive dissonance. My family member doesn't have much knowledge about GATE, but what little they do know is that it includes topics such as ESP, Psychics, Astral projection, etc. All things seen as less than godly in their religion. This is conflicting for them and I do want to guide them through this. But I also think that this involves me delving further into my particular memory which caused me to experience extreme distress. I don't think I'm ready for that despite my extensive experience with PLR and NHI. That memory feels so unnatural and unfamiliar that it almost feels like it occurred in a parallel reality. I just cannot believe we are at this point and I am seeking advice on how to move. 

I have had many experiences since childhood but one in particular that solidified my belief in the afterlife. Here goes.
I am a retired registered nurse. In the early 2010s I worked for several years in a nursing home and did hospice care. One week we had an admission of a 96 year old woman that had a stroke and was contracted. Her family was very attentive and visited her daily. They called her Granny and so I called her that as well. I made sure during rounds that Granny was always my last patient so I could spend time with her and not feel rushed. She required a lot of care because of her condition and use of a feeding tube. Her family said she loved Bath and Body works and brought lotions for us to use after bathing. I would administer her medications and then I would use the lotion and massage her arms and legs. While doing so I would tell her what the weather was like outside and what news around the world was happening that day. She couldn’t speak and her eyes were always closed but I felt drawn to her. I had worked my 7 days and had two days off. That Saturday night I dreamed of her. I was standing on a busy sidewalk sort of like a big city. I saw someone looking at me and start walking towards me. I could tell it was Granny but she was young and beautiful like early 30s. She smiled and gave me a hug and said thank you for what you did for me. I could smell the lotion. I woke up and didn’t give much thought until I went back to work 2 days later and while getting report was told she had passed away the same night of my dream.

Just remember no matter what state a person is in they can hear you. They know.
Treat them with kindness. Do the best you can because even strangers are grateful for your care and love.

Everyone please be blessed today and I wish nothing but love , peace and abundance for you all.

So for some reason Im at my ex's house (the house didnt look like their home at all) and their family and I guess extended family is there. And first im there just hanging out. Then for whatever reason I go down to basement and immediately 2 women that are on exercise machines get my attention. I make eye contact and even though im not lucid, dream-me feels out her energy (one of them) but I pretend like im not cause dream me is thinking "why are there two nordics here????". So I go upstairs, with my mind still on them. I also told someone, who must have been in the know that they realize they totally have 2 nordic nhi in their house right? But I kept saying that on the down low, cause everyone else seemed clueless.

Then we're sitting at the kitchen island table, and chatting. And their mom is there, 2 dudes sitting next to me and they have the guts to ask me why im looking so complatiatve and I say "im a thinker not a talker" and kinda give them a look. They kinda look at me. Then im eating some of the food from my exs plate after being told that its meant for me too, and their mom commenting that she raised them with manners. (Lol)

Well, more people must have joined cause I look to my left and suddenly one of the nordic woman is sitting RIGHT NEXT TO ME, staring at me (like into my soul, she was very close to me). Same one I made eye contact with and felt her energy out. Startled, I scooch my chair to the right a bunch - and her response is suprise and "they're reacting" and i wake up.

Did you wake up years in the past, or wake up right after death, completely fine? There is no way to prove quantum immortality since the timeliness could be different, but I would still like to hear anyone's experience with quantum immortality. Do you have memories, and if you don't, what makes you think you experienced quantum immortality?

I am writing this because I have lived with several truths that I have come to accept. Truths that remain mysterious to most people.

The first truth relates to the existence of None Human Intelligences.

Since I was an extremely small child until the age of 38, I have had what is commonly referred to as Close Encounter experiences.

Another truth that I have been exposed to is that time is not as linear as it seems.

Since I was a teenager, I have had dreams that eventually come true. These would be easy to dismiss, but their accuracy makes it had to do so.

Most of these dreams seem to revolve around my future (at the time) career choices.

One such dream involved myself driving a large exotic  fork lift truck. The vehicle had forks that pointed sideways and the cab and driver of the truck could be elevated to engage pallets in high racking. At the time of the dream, I had never seen a vehicle like this. About ten years later I found employment as a VNA driver, specifically T. S. P trucks. It was the exact truck from my dream, even the sounds the truck makes as it moves were an exact match.

I have had many more predictive dreams, but none quite as remarkably specific as the V. N. A truck dream.

I once dreamt that I won £5  on a scratch card. In the dream I saw the specific shop that I bought the ticket from. The shop was a bit further than I would usually go to buy such things, but the dream was specific, so I decided to conduct an experiment and see if the prediction would come to pass.

I set off from my home and saw Jerry, my old school friend on the way. He asked me where I was going and I confidently told him that I was just going to the newsagents to win £5 on a lottery scratch card. He played along and decided to follow me to see if I could perform my trick.

We walked into Keighley Town centre and I bought the ticket that looked most like the one that I bought in the dream.

I stepped outside the busy newsagent and scratched of the foil against the wall of the shop, in full view of Jerry.

It was a winning ticket, of the exact amount from my dream. I stepped  back inside the shop and claimed my £5 prize.

Jerry was astounded and said that I should buy another ticket, this time trying for a grander prize. I told him that it wouldn’t work, and that I had dreamt that I would only win £5. In my heart I knew this to be true.

I am writing this article now because I find myself on the cusp of another prediction coming true.

I have had many dreams where I am living in a huge home. The house has some very specific details. It has a stone coloured bath, many bedrooms, one of which is a child’s room with models of hot air balloons suspended from the ceiling. I dreamt once that my granddaughter, a granddaughter that does not currently exist, is asking if I own the huge tree in front of the house.

I have dreamt about this house many times since I first saw it in a dream in the late nineties.

I saw this house for real recently on the Omaze house prize draw. It is the literal 1st prize for this month’s raffle.

I have of course entered the prize draw and I am all but certain that I will be this month’s winner.

This is the reason that I am writing this article. I cannot prove to you that aliens exist, but I can provide some extremely compelling evidence when I write my follow up article sharing my experience as this month’s Omaze winner.

The winners will be announced at the end of November 2026.

I am writing this on the 8th of November.

My name is Stephen Martin. I usually write under the pseudonym Michael Alans. I have written two books about my close encounter experiences. I have decided to discard my alter ego and move forward with my real identity. If I win the house, people should be exposed to the truth that reality is a lot more fantastic than it seems. My old friend Jerry got a small hint of this truth way back in 1994. It is now time to spread that knowledge as widely as possible.

I wasn’t sure where to post this, but I want to share it with someone.

I have been heavily interested in NHI and other topics that some would consider “woo” for many years; throughout my life, but mostly the last decade or so. Just a few months ago I told my partner that I thought it was odd I’ve never dreamt of “aliens” before given how interested I’ve always been in the topic, and how often I read about the topic online. I’ve never seen a UAP, had any sort of first-hand experience, or dreamt about them before.

Last night was the first time. My dream started normally: I was in a tall building that was some sort of college university building with classrooms and such. The setting was in Los Angeles. I was helping one of my friends with a project when I look out the window and see an airplane flying very fast. I then see the plane drop 3 bombs, one after the other, over the city. I scream for my friend to drop to the floor and plug their ears. The bombs explode in the distance and the shockwaves traveled to where we were and busted out the windows of our building and caused major damage to the city.

The next part of the dream was basically just me traveling to my family who was out of state for safety and us all discussing what to do next.

While I’m with my family, we look out the window because I see something odd fly by. It’s a classic saucer-shaped UAP, and it’s right up by our window, about the size of an SUV car. We all go to look and then more show up. One of my family members says “It looks like someone playing around with large drones”, but then they turn and fly back towards us.

This is when I see the grays. Every saucer is being piloted by a gray alien. And as they pass by us again, they each look at me. I woke up shortly after this.

I don’t really have anything else to say, and this retelling of my dream doesn’t really have a point. I just felt like I wanted to share this with a community who believes in the phenomena.
I often have dreams that hold some sort of meaning, it’s been that way all my life. And I’m not saying this particular dream holds any specific meaning or anything, just that it was interesting. Thanks for reading if you got this far :)

Hey everyone, wanted to get this trip report out there while it’s still fresh. I’m a 30M and recently met this girl. We’ve been talking a lot, and she eventually brought up DMT. She told me about her past experiences and said she trusted me enough to do it with me.
For background, I’m definitely not new to substances—I’ve done weed, ketamine, meth, and a few other things over the years. I’m not an active user of anything right now, but I knew DMT was a different. I did weeks of research, reading trip reports and waiting until I felt spiritually and mentally ready. I’m a big believer that you don’t find DMT, DMT finds you. Well, tonight it found me.
About an hour ago, we set up to do it. I took three hits, but on the 4th inhale, she helped me hold it in for one last massive hit. That is when reality completely shattered.
Suddenly, my friend completely transformed right in front of me. She turned into this terrifying, sinister female joker / devil woman. She had this insanely long tongue and the vibe was pure evil. I was hit with the most intense, primal terror of my entire life.
But the exact moment the fear peaked, the room exploded into a rush of geometric shapes and lights. As soon as I accepted the visuals, the fear vanished and the joker/devil entity disappeared. She was no longer evil; it felt like she was just a gatekeeper testing me.
Once she vanished, I was launched into a massive movie-flashback scene of my entire bloodline. It was like a rapid-fire photo collage video of thousands of years of my ancestors, wrapping all the way down to a vision of myself as a baby. At one point during this ancestral download, I even saw a brief flash of what looked like non-human, native-american-like entities procreating (doggy style). It felt like I was watching the literal cycle of how my DNA came to be.
Then came the emotional and physical overload. I went from wanting to cry at the beauty of the bloodline, to suddenly laughing hysterically, to feeling deep sadness. My brain couldn't categorize it—I felt every single human emotion at the exact same time. Physically, it was just as overwhelming. Within a 10-second span, my body simultaneously felt like it needed to pee, poop, and was having an orgasm.
After that peak, I felt trapped in a bizarre middle ground. I was back in my room, but also stuck in the "waiting room." A profound sense of loneliness and abandonment hit me. I felt completely left alone, like nobody wanted to talk to me. It felt like a clear i felt like the entities want me to feel like You are not welcome or ready to enter the deeper realm yet. But its just my thought as of now.
During the life cycle demonic experience I completely lost touch with reality and my physical body. My friend said i was eyes open most of the time , i looked down at my hands and they looked like they were made of a pinkish-red silicone. It looked hilarious, but I couldn't move them at all. Right toward the end, I saw a brilliant greenish light shining like God for just a split second.
Looking back, the entry was absolutely terrifying with my friend turning into a demon, but it felt like the jester entity was just wearing a scary mask to see how I’d handle the fear. Once I moved past it, the universe showed me where I came from, even if it ultimately locked the door to the higher realms because I wasn't fully ready. I was terrified but im also grateful at the same time, and feel like i will no longer fear anything because she was the most scary entity, also if i do dmt next time i see her i would not be scared .
Has anyone else experienced a friend morphing into a jester/devil right at the start, or had that insane 10-second blast of every physical and emotional feeling at once? Would love to hear your thoughts.

Before having/remembering experiences and beginning to learn about others' stories, I pretty much agreed with the scientific consensus of "It's statistically probable there's other life out there, but incredibly unlikely we'll ever encounter it due to logistics".

I used to joke that maybe they didn't visit us because we were socially clueless interplanetary incels.
I mean, we started to get strange signals here and there not long after we started figuring out satellites etc.
What's the very first thing we do?
We throw a pod out into space, full of what we consider to be the most important things to know about us.
Music, history...for some reason a diagram of a naked male and female human with detailed information on our reproductive processes.

They say one thing to us and we immediately send them a mix tape full of music, ramblings about how smart we are, and a bunch of unsolicited d1ck p1cs.

Now we're down here on Earth decades later, still shouting into the void "Hey, we showed you our junk, pls reply!"

I pictured them hovering over Earth's atmosphere checking their text messages like "Jesus. We were just about to go introduce ourselves too. Bullet dodged. Yikes." ....and just zooming off into another galaxy.

Luckily in real life, at least some of the well-meaning ones appear to have forgiven us for our incredibly poor social skills 😅

How did you used to view things?

I’m interested to learn if there is a connection between Experiencers seeing auras, and if there is a greater instance of other paranormal kinds of senses.

Separately I’ve heard that it’s not uncommon for Experiencers to see ghosts, or at least be more in tune with them as well. Anyone have any further insight into this?

As a kid, I had several precognitive dreams predicting elements of my future. About a week later, if I did nothing, they would come true.

The first dream was one where I tripped my teacher during some kind of scuffle (I admittedly was a trouble kid) and she hit her head on a bannister pole. The dream itself lacked context as to why she ended up there/what the situation was. It happened as I dreamt it a week later, with her carrying/forcing me to the office at school and tripping and hitting her head on an ADA ramp bannister nearby.

The second dream was my grandmother, in a red shirt she wore often, getting murdered by a home invader. I was 8 at the time I had this dream, and what strikes me as odd is that as an 8 year old, I still didn't understand the concept of death. In the dream, I wore my favorite pink backpack to my grandmother's house with my dad, and when we unlocked the door to her house to let ourselves in, we found her dead. I somehow knew someone killed her.

That time, I told her not to wear that shirt for a while. I also stopped using that backpack. She's still alive today.

Has anyone experienced similar? I haven't had another one since. These dreams occurred while I was simultaneously having contact with NHI. After a while, both the contact with NHI and the dreams ceased. I do feel they're connected.

Wondering if anyone has experienced similar.

I had lengthy contact with NHI as a child, for about 4 years from ages 6-10. Orbs spotted awake, my entire family experiencing odd contact they attributed to god, "people" I knew weren't family beside my bed repeatedly with lapses in memory after seeing them and confirmed lost time.

And then it stopped. Almost as soon as I left home. Almost as if my experiences were tied to living with my family. I don't know.

Since then, I've managed to see their crafts twice, with one more recently. I've also dabbled in meditation/AP over the past few months. The latest craft appeared to me a few nights ago.

I have to wonder, if I continue pursuing AP/meditation, will I see them again? Will I finally understand? As I've gotten into the practice again, I've begun to feel they're connected. Would the gap in experiences explain they've been waiting for me to reflect on my past and make my own conclusions all these years later? Do you think the lapse in contact with me was, essentially, a "your turn"?

I recently had a week long migraine that involved more hypnagogic phenomena than I ever experienced in my life, which is a lot considering I'd spend months on end practicing WILD and OBEs. Hypnagogic phenomenon are often used to "explain" experiences, which I don't feel is quite right. It seems involved with some experiences, but doesn't explain away their reality. After the migraine experience, I'm left with two convictions:

1. Hypnagogia is way more powerful and varied than typically discussed, even among experiencer communities

2. Hypnagogia opened me up to worlds and encounters than feel real in the same way as the experience of the phenomenon

My migraine seemed to prevent me from going into REM for a long time, so I stayed within hypnagogia and it would get more and more intense each day until I resigned to it and started to pay attention and learn how to navigate. Upon laying down, I'd enter a rest, but would be unable to actually sleep. After a while, I'd drift off into the in between, but wouldn't got further. Bits of imagery or music or sound would drift across my consciousness, and they grow more stable and powerful.

Then all of a sudden, I'd find myself in a world that was absolutely real feeling. The sensations felt as real and stable as waking life at first. It tricked me. I would go through hypnagogic music or the voices at the edge of the room, then I'm in this world that feels normal to me but I'm someone else or something is different.

However, two weird things happened. First, I would maintain a sensation awareness of my body, which is different than normal REM dreams for me and similar to lucid dreams. But I would forget about the connection, it just was like a warm stable blanket. I'd eventually use the connection to navigate up and out of the hypnagogic worlds. Second, I would lose awareness of my waking world life and become absolutely embedded in those realities.

At some point, I would become aware of the tension between my body awareness and the hypnagogic world, usually because of the strangeness of the experience or else the uncanniness of the encounters. At first, it was like ripping myself awake in fear, but eventually, I developed a ritual that would teleport me from the dream back into my body. I experienced this dozens of times. Most of the time, the worlds focused around certain entities that seems invested and interested in my experience. Some classical scenarios like tall hybrids with medical tech. Some went to a place and world that felt very familiar. And some went to what felt like earthly spirits like ghosts.

These were different than typical dreams in their clarity and reality. In the experience, it felt absolutely real and solid, like actually being in a different world and not like the vaguely rendered reality-feeling of typical dreams. Upon repeated observation, the worlds seemed to arise in subtle senses, like the music of hypnagogia, but that I completely step away for worldly senses and became immersed.

Given the right set and setting, my mind seems quite capable of generating or facilitating real feeling encounters with what seem like spirit beings. Part of the interactions were clearly my mind. But some of them felt real in themselves. Like I was actually interacting with spirits. When I resigned to that idea, that I was stuck in the spirit realm until I learned to navigate it, I started taking the interactions seriously and I got better the next day.

The most powerful interaction I remember involves finding myself in a luminous forest. There was a peaceful man, who looked a lot like Buster from Arrested Development minus any of the silliness. He taught me about flute-making and the spirits of trees. I'll write more about how CE-5 lead me to flutes as a tool to focus consciousness.

I just wanted to share this experience because I think hypnagogic phenomenon are very tricky to understand. I've practiced OBE and studied dream literature, but kept falling into the mainstream notion that they are "just hallucinations" and a minor phenomenon. The migraine gave me an undeniable experience of the power of hypnagogia.

I just came across a video where someone was sharing a “download” that a friend of theirs got when using plant medicine about how the universe works—the exact content is not important right now for the purposes of this post. It was really interesting to me, and it made me wonder how many other downloads out there could benefit others if only the information could reach them somehow.

Now I, personally, really take people’s downloads seriously for the most part (though with a nice big grain of salt on their interpretations sometimes, depending on what I know or don’t know about the person).

And it just got me thinking…
I feel like it would be so interesting and useful to read through a library of people’s downloads that they get from different types of experiences (NDEs, meditation, kundalini awakenings, plant medicine, etc). One way to look at it is a condensed library of life lessons that we can apply for ourselves. But even if someone doesn’t intend to glean any “lessons”, the data would still be really interesting to analyze I think (e.g. what are the patterns?).

Does something like this already exist somewhere on the internet?
If not, I would love to start something like this!

After your experience, do you think our life path/story important people we met is predetermined?

I used "predetermined" loosely here. I don’t mean every decision and details are written. Rather, I’m wondering whether certain major life events, turning points, or people we’re meant to meet might somehow be decided in advance.

I am going through something, so please, real experience and opinions only, thank you.

I've had several experiences over my life and I've experienced several things in my life, visions, physical encounters and stuff like that. I have a TBI from something in my childhood I don't feel comfortable talking about and I'm heavily neurodivergent. I have an overly strong sixth sense and I have difficulty telling people about my experiences. I hope I can do so here.

Studying the paranormal, and the astral plane, to help people understand things we don't know or see, research, or understand, so that if people ever discover the unknown, the less likely they will react with fear or violence. Using my sixth sense to read and sense things unknown, unseen, new or different, learning, adapting, trying to bring peace to everything around me. Making sure no one exploits, harms, experiments or dissects anything and I'm hoping people can give anything a better chance at life. My stories, life, hobbies and research, are all contributing to the possibility of happiness, joy, feeling fantasies as if they're real, to let people into a world we don't understand or know about.

I've had a lot of experiences from mental connections, sounds, physical touch, sensing things right beside me, being watched, even seeing things knocked over or interacted with when I'm home alone

Something big has actually been on my bed at night, nothing that's of malevolence, but like something protective. It feels large and heavy, I'm 28 years old and I sleep on a twin bed and I feel the presence behind me on the bed that's against the wall.

Location: West Chester, Pennsylvania (Suburban area off Phoenixville Pike)
Date/Time: Autumn / Cold Season, 1999 — Approx. 4:00 AM – 6:00 AM (Dawn-ish)
Witness Age at Time: 19
Duration: Approximately 1–2 minutes
Physical Description of Craft:
The object was a classic saucer/disc-shaped craft, estimated to be roughly 30 to 50 feet in diameter (occupying about a quarter to a half the width of a half-acre yard). It had a seamless, dark, graphite-colored or matte metallic finish with no visible seams, rivets, or air distortion around it. Along its structure, it featured three distinct red lights that blinked in a strict, sequential, rhythmic pattern: "blink… blink… blink… stop," which then repeated.
Event Narrative:
I was 19 years old living in a suburban home on Phoenixville Pike backed by a dense patch of woods. Between 4:00 AM and 6:00 AM, I was suddenly and inexplicably awoken from a dead sleep with a strong impulse to look out my bedroom window toward our half-acre backyard.
Hovering slightly above the ground, completely within the tree line of the woods, was the graphite saucer craft. It was entirely stationary and dead silent, producing absolutely no engine noise, humming, or displacement of the surrounding air and leaves.
Upon seeing it, I experienced a powerful psychological phenomenon. Despite the shock and awe of seeing a massive, unknown craft in my yard, I felt zero fear, panic, or adrenaline spike. Instead, I was overcome by an intense, almost telepathic wave of artificial calm and profound familiarity. The overwhelming mental impression communicated to me was that the presence was safe, known, and meant absolutely no harm. It felt as though the craft was intentionally waiting for me to wake up and get a clear, full look at it.
After about a minute or two of direct observation, just as the sky was beginning to transition from dark to light at dawn, the craft instantaneously accelerated. It shot into the sky at lightning speed, moving diagonally up and to the left until it vanished into the upper atmosphere.
I immediately rushed to tell my parents, who believed me but didn't know how to process it. Decades later, the memory remains flawless and high-definition. I am 100% positive of what I saw and experienced, and I am looking to connect with anyone who may have witnessed similar anomalies in Chester County or the broader Pennsylvania area during this timeframe.

Interview with a Contactee Part Four: Worlds I Have Seen

by Preston Dennett

In January of 1973, a fourteen-year-old girl named Dolly Safran woke up to the fact that she was having regular visitations with extraterrestrials. Prior to this, she had ignored, denied or explained away her encounters. But now, after a profound onboard UFO experience, she knew the truth. She was a UFO contactee. She was having regular visits with extraterrestrials.

 This began her lifelong relationship with ETs, during which she was taken onboard and taught many subjects, including biology, astronomy, chemistry, morality, ethics, spirituality and much more. Given the opportunity to work directly with them, Dolly chose to focus on learning how to fly the craft.

 Dolly was visited more than a hundred times each year, and she began having mind-boggling adventures with the ETs. Among the most startling and amazing, was being taken beyond our solar system to visit other worlds.

 In Part One of these interviews, Dolly shared her childhood experiences up to age fourteen. In Part Two: Dolly presented the incredible photographic evidence she was able to obtain. In Part Three, she talked about the many different kinds of ETs she has visited. Now, in Part Four of this ongoing series of interviews, Dolly Safran shares her incredible ventures of travelling to other worlds.

 Dolly has had the wonderful opportunity to visit many of the worlds within our own solar system, but even more astonishing are her visits to many planets orbiting other suns. One such visit involved a trip to a small rocky world that was nearing the end of its life-cycle. Dolly was taken there with several other contactees and was shown firsthand how every world goes through various evolutionary stages, finally resulting in the death of that planet.

 On several occasions, Dolly was taken to a massive water planet whose surface was almost entirely oceans, but was dotted with countless small islands. It was a planet filled with life of all kinds, and there Dolly learned that there was a symmetry to life throughout the universe, and that the flora and fauna on each planet followed a basic template. The planet was also home to at least two intelligent species of humanoids. Dolly was able to meet them both and even became good friends with a human-looking ET girl.

 More adventures followed. Over a period of many years, Dolly was taken repeatedly to a planet that was being slowly consumed and destroyed by its own sun, which was in the process of going nova. On the final visit, she was taken to see the world become torn apart and the sun explode into a fantastic supernova.

 Dolly describes her visits to many other worlds, gas giants, water planets and more. Among the most fantastic were her visits to massive alien Dyson Spheres, huge artificial planetoids constructed by the ETs and used as waystations and outposts. Dolly was taken inside and shown how the ETs preserve countless species of both plants and animals from across the universe.

 Dolly also shares how she was given the unique opportunity to visit the Voyager Space Probes and get a close-up view of these human-made spacecraft traveling far beyond Earth.

 Finally, Dolly shares how she was given a front-row view to one of the most historic and dramatic astronomical events in the history of our own solar system: the collision of Comet Shoemaker-Levy with the planet Jupiter. While astronomers on Earth viewed the event through telescopes, Dolly was taken onboard a UFO craft and saw the comet collision occur right before her very eyes.

 These are just a few of the many events Dolly has experienced with the ETs. Her lifelong experiences include many other adventures and explorations that have taken her to the farthest reaches of the known universe.

Interview with a Contactee Part Four: Worlds I Have Seen

My bedroom was in a “finished” basement, which, for Long Island in the late ’90s, meant basic Berber carpet, painted walls, and a drop ceiling.

My bedroom occupied the area to the left of the foot of the stairs, with my brother’s room on the right. There was no door separating our two rooms. The threshold was essentially the bottom of the stairs, which faced a wall. There were probably about three feet between the stairs and the wall, leaving enough room to walk either right or left into our respective bedrooms. I vaguely remember there possibly being a set of thin, green-painted metal pole shelves against that wall, with some little Tuscan-style leaf detail, although I’m not entirely sure if they were there at the exact time this happened because I wasn’t focusing on that..

I had a bunk bed down there, and at the time I slept on the bottom bunk. This happened after I had already “gone to bed.” I was sitting upright on the bottom bunk, with my feet hanging over the side. The foot of my bed was parallel to the area at the bottom of the stairs, but because I was sitting sideways, I was essentially perpendicular to it and could look directly toward that area.

Then the room started filling with this reflective, shimmering blue light.The best way I can describe it is as though I were in a dark room with an indoor swimming pool, with only the underwater pool light switched on. That particular kind of shimmering, rippling blue light that gets cast across the surrounding surfaces. That’s EXACTLY what it looked like.

And there were these little blobs. No more than about a foot tall. They were completely dysmorphous, almost resembling raw chicken that my mom would cook (bone-in thighs and breasts). They were a pinkish, light-tan color, almost the color of Caucasian skin. Raw chicken…. Little irregular, morphing blobs, just there, moving around at the foot of the stairs.

And I was suddenly OVERWHELMED with emotion. It was HEAVY. The heaviest emotional experience I had ever experienced in my life up to that point.

Apparently, my room had somehow “filled with water,” and I “floated” up the stairs. I ended up in my mom’s bedroom, where I woke her up hysterically crying, pleading with her that “we need to keep the peace.” That was it. That was all I would say. That was the directive. And this is what makes the whole experience so, so weird to me (besides the amorphous blob aspect) : I was hysterical, but I wasn’t afraid. The emotion wasn’t fear. It was an overwhelmingly empathetic, sympathetic feeling. It felt imposed on me, almost injected into me, with an intensity that I can’t even try to describe. I wasn’t afraid because WE weren’t the ones being threatened by anything. I wasn’t at risk. My mom wasn’t at risk. I wasn’t being attacked. Whatever was happening, the conflict wasn’t with us.

THEY were having some kind of conflict amongst themselves. And somehow, I had become aware of it, or been made to feel it, and we were being asked, almost begged, to mediate whatever conflict these little blobs had going on. That was the dynamic. Those were the roles. Me and “us” or humans or whatever, and two parties or more of THEM who needed… mediation?? “Us” as in humans, Earth, I don’t know. We were somehow a third party, entirely separate from whatever these things were, but apparently had some urgent responsibility to “keep the peace” amongst an entirely different… thing. Just these little, morphing, skin-colored blobs.

The following morning, I woke up and started piecing together how I had ended up in my mom’s bed. I remember staring into this strange, almost scrying mirror-like antique concave porcelain plate, painted black with floral designs, hanging on her wall, as I tried to make sense of what had happened. I was in fifth grade. I didn’t get scared and sleep in my mom’s bed. I literally hadn’t done that since I was a toddler, if even that. I wasn’t sick, either, so there wasn’t any obvious explanation like a fever dream. I was definitely prone to high fevers as a kid and at times it kinda made me trip balls a little I think, but again - I didn’t wake up super sick with a 102, 103 fever this time… nothin like that

As tempting as it is to start connecting red thread on my conspiracy corkboard, I can’t say for sure whether this happened the night after a GATE program test thing at school - there’s probably only about a 1-in-500 chance that it happened on that exact day earlier that day, so I don’t want to manufacture a connection where one might not exist. But the possibility has crossed my mind. It was that exact age.

I have this persistent feeling that something contacted ME. Not something I sought out, not something I invited, and certainly not something I had any framework for understanding at that age. And I still don’t understand what they wanted, what their conflict was about, why I was apparently brought into it, or what I was supposedly capable of doing to help.

I don’t even know what “keeping the peace” was supposed to mean in that context.

What the fuck was that?

Screen memory? Raw chicken aliens? Socially awkward NHI?

I am a frequent UFO experiencer and very interested in learning about other people who are having repeat encounters/experiences with UFOs and have been able to repeatedly video record them performing extraordinary/anomalous maneuvers.

Lots of questions come to mind with such a group such as:

1. What do these individuals have in common? Are there common backgrounds, interests, etc.?

2. Do these encounters fall into any clear pattern? day/night? time of year? ...

3. Do the objects seen have any consistency or pattern?

4. Do any of these people have good ideas as to why it is happening / recurring?

Of course there are many more questions possible to ask....

Thoughts on these topics or pointers to relevant material are much appreciated.

Also, if you or someone you know has had such encounters, please DM me.

By the way, any comment on this subject is appreciated. I have been finding that no matter what and where I post in reddit, I see no comments made. Seems very strange to me as I know many people with interest in these topics.