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Instead of it being a store full of people it is a very small box with puppets just sitting there.

Yikes.

I dropped acid at a tender age, and there are indeed moments like this when your perspective shifts. The same exact people and things now seem sinister, or just wrong, or hysterically funny.

Once I was tripping in a bar (NEVER trip in a bar) and all of the people suddenly appeared to me like the apes we truly are. I can't articulate it -- it was like I lost the humane perspective on people and could only see them as hominids. Like being at a gorilla exhibit at the zoo, except you are inside the cage. The effect wore off eventually but I was permanently rattled by the experience.
 
. (quote from previous posting)

- - - - - - - - - - - - - MikeC wrote in a previous posting - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"This [dream] was filled with very moody and frightening images. Huge air-force jets chasing "things" in the sky, and people on the ground (myself included) watching helplessly. Eventually there was a terrifying nuclear explosion on the distant horizon, then bunches of them. I took shelter in a sort of children's puppet theater. And there was a reoccurring image of a boy "emerging" from a sort of jack-in-the-box stage prop, over and over.

How do I interoperate this? The overtly theatrical ending, literally on a stage makes me wonder. And the weird repeating emergence of a little boy out of an obvious stage prop."

. (end quote)


- - - my reply - - -

When I had this dream, it was so strangely vivid. And it ends with this overt event in a theater. Literally ON A STAGE. It just seemed to reenforce that this dream was "theatrical" - a presentation of some sort. THis fits a pattern of dreams I've been having. I call them my "reassuring" dreams. They seem to only happen when I sleep outside. And, I think these dreams are - indeed - a sort of theater. The effect has been to calm me down about some of the scary elements of the UFO abduction phenomenon. I'm serious, they have been remarkably effective.

- and -

To reply to 0uter-j0in, about his bizarre imagery and experiences on acid. Maybe this would be a interesting new thread. Titled: PERSONAL LSD EXPERIENCES. (howa 'bout it?)
 
I find the recurrent stage/theater imagery very compelling from my reality=computed simulation perspective. To me it seems we're being invited to consider the nested levels of artifice involved here.

I think there is already a thread about DMT/acid. I didn't mean to hijack this thread with my own boring experiences. This thread is about you & your dream.

I wonder why you dream differently outside.
 
Three Owls
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Here is a short tale from the Rocky mountains of Wyoming.

I went camping for one night with a friend, her name is Kristen. We were out in a beautiful area, sitting in a meadow on a big rock. It was late in the summer and the sun was setting and it was warm and calm. It was that magic twilight time, and the moon was rising . Our conversation ended up with us opening up about our spiritual beliefs and insights.

Then, an owl started swooping above us, literally just a few feet above our heads. We were just delighted to have this lovely sighting. Then there was another owl, and then a third!

All three were circling and swooping silently above us. It lasted for about an hour!

It got dark and we set out our sleeping bags to sleep under the stars. As we lay there looking up at the sky the owls would swoop above our faces, blotting out the sky for a brief instant. And owls have specialized feathers so they are amazingly quiet, so it added to the strange quality of the experience.

Needless to say - It was really impressive.

A little more about my friend. She is young and smart, and (at that point) we actually didn't really know each-other very well. We made dinner on that big flat rock, surrounded by wildflowers and mountains. And we ate and talked. There came a point in our conversation when I felt a really strong and delightful connection to her - hugely life affirming. Right then, it felt like we were on exactly the same "wavelength." And - Right at that exact moment, the three owls appeared!

{added text Feb. 2nd, 2009}
I just called Kristen, and she said that the owls appeared right when she tried to articulate her deepest ideas about God.
{How's that?}

I’ll add that the next morning we met someone on the trail as we walked back to the car. It was an old girlfriend of mine and her 5 year old daughter. We would bump into each other occasionally, and it had been awkward and tense between us in this small town. That morning on the trail, I had the conversation I had been waiting a few years to have with her, and it was hugely reassuring. And at the same time, Kristen had a really curiously powerful chat with the very cute little 5 year old girl.

= = = =

Okay, there’s more. A week later Kristen and I went out camping again, in a different area of the mountains.

Once again, it was just a single night of camping. In the evening just as the sun was setting, it was getting a little bit cold. I suggested we walk up to a nearby hilltop to see the view, and also to warm up a little before going to sleep.

We took a short hike (maybe two minutes), and we got to the hill top, and we had the exact same experience.

Again - Three owls flew around us! It lasted for over a half an hour. This may seem funny, but I think it was the same three owls. It felt so wonderful and so magical!

After all my years of compulsively reading UFO literature, I was keenly aware of the reoccurrence of owls as a screen memories as part of the experience reported by abductees. Consequently, I was concerned that this might be a possibility. In that moment I was super focused on these three owls as they swooped low over us, watched us from trees and landed on the ground right near us. I feel confident in declaring, those were just owls.

Seeing three owls once was pretty neat, but having the same experience just a few days later was positively bizarre.

In the days after this second event, both Kristen and I were searching the internet for stuff on spirit animals and mystical insights surrounding owls. The results were curious. Two things kept coming up, one was that this is a sign to face your fears and Kristen seemed to feel that was a really important thing for her in her life.

The other was that owls are a sign to be patient, and - for me - there could be no more perfect message to be delivered from the great beyond than patience.


Question - Has anyone out there ever had an experience like this???
 
I have a funny little scar on my nostril. It's right on the edge, and a little bit up in there.

I've attached a extreme close up photo of my nose.

Yes, it's kinda strange to post something so CLOSE, and I gotta say it's a little creepy with all my little hairs, unshaven upper lip, and weird splotchy pink skin.

Anyway - I have a tiny scar in my left nostril. I have no idea how I got this scar. It just showed up one day about (maybe) between 6 and 8 years ago. I vaguely remember when the scar appeared, maybe 2000 or so. There was a sore spot in my nose, and I remember looking in a mirror and realizing that there was a little razor like slit, maybe 1/8 of an inch long, and it was irritated and swollen. I dismissed it as an ingrown hair.

I had a girlfriend a while back (maybe 5 years ago) who was close enough to my nose to ask: "Where did you get that?"

My response was, "Uhhh, It was from an ingrown hair."

And she replied (quite definitively): "No it's not!"

And - I immediately felt really frightened, and odd response.

So - for your viewing enjoyment, my weird unknown mystery scar...

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PLEASE KNOW: I did a tiny bit of photoshop enhancing. Mostly to clean up some stray hairs. I played with the contrast to highlight the scar. So, this is NOT "raw", it has been re-touched, slightly. I still have the raw image, if anyone feels the need to see it. It's pretty much exactly the same. ( photo taken Oct, 2008 )
 

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Below is an edited CHAT room conversation with myself, Whitley Strieber and his wife Anne. This is from Feb. 2008. It's posted on the UNKNOWN COUNTRY subscriber's site. I thought it was relevant to this thread.

The reference to "John" is John Lerma, the doctor that tried to remove a supposed implant from Whitley's ear.



* mikec:
Dr. Lerma (and Whtley) - - - I've been trying to deal with my personal history of odd experiences. Presently, I feel like I am ready (and open) to actually looking into it.

I worked Budd Hopkins, and he asked if I had any unknown scars. At the time I said "nope." But, a day later, I realized that I did have a small (approx 5mm), very straight scar just inside my nostril. It just showed up one day, about 2001, not sure. It was sore and inflamed when I first noticed it, as it healed, all that was left was a short razor-like scar. Honestly, I feel like it's nothing, but Budd sure seemed curious. And his interest actually makes me feel like I should be concerned.

I feel like I want an answer, but how do I ask my local doctor about it - without him thinking I'm a paranoid weirdo? How should I proceed? Any insights?


* whitley_strieber:
If I were you, I'd just tell him that it bothers you sometimes, and have him examine it. That's the way I approached Dr. Lerma. But since he'd already read Communion, he was a bit suspicious. I told him it became irritated when I slept on it, and he initially diagnosed it as a cyst.

Just tell him it's an injury, you don't know how you got it, and it becomes irritated sometimes and bothers you.

* Anne_Strieber
Mike, about your nose, I wouldn't bother going to a doctor about that, but I wouldn't take any "medical advice" from a UFO investigator either! These folks cross into areas where they do not have expertise--hypnosis is one main example. Be careful.


* mikec
Anne - Budd was actually pretty good about the whole scar thing. I am going into this - into my own experiences - with a very skeptical attitude. I am trying to be as self-aware as I can be. I have tried hypnosis, and it's been uneventful.


* Anne_Strieber
Mike, I guess what I mean is that Budd has his mind made up about what that scar is--he's not open to other interpretations and does not have any medical information. This could even mean that you neglect getting some treatment that you need to get.


* mikec:
Anne, I agree. I sensed that in Budd. I feel like (at this point in my life) I am strong enough to recognize that in his outlook, and not end up overly influenced by his reaction. Whitley's advice to just go in and tell my doctor it bother's me seems like a good way to start.


* Anne_Strieber
I'm sure John, as a physician, would agree with that! What bothers me so much about the UFO investigators who do hypnosis is that memories can actually be DESTROYED this way.


* MikeC
Whitley - Thanks. I gotta add, that there is a very real level of fear associated with this little scar on my nose. I had a girlfriend ask me what it was. I answered, "It's an ingrown hair." And she said, "No it isn't!" And I got so scared when she said that, it was overwhelming. I didn't understand my reaction.

* whitley_strieber
This fear that we all have is very complex in its origin. First, the visitors assemble reality differently from the way we do, and this creates a fear of annihilation that is deeper than the fear of death, and that is very hard to bear. You can learn to handle it, though. When I discovered that they feel it, too, and it is not actually a real concern, I still felt it, but I could live with it.

The fear you are not going to be able to control is the one that arises when we see that we might get too much knowledge. This is related to the fear of death, because the body filters out knowledge so that the essence can be free to act out of its being, not its knowledge. This is what life is--the discovery of who we really are. We cannot do this if we have too much knowledge, and we will do ANYTHING to protect our innocence.

So when the visitors approach us with those life-in-death eyes of theirs, we are terrified.
 
I am sharing a lot on this forum, and it’s been weirdly reasuring for me. It’s been giving me a chance to write up some of my experiences. Below is a story from over 20 years ago, and it still leaves me wondering.

- - -

I was living in New York City at the time. It was a lovely summer morning, probably 1984 or 85, I was about 22 years old. I got on the subway in lower manhattan on my way to an office job uptown. This was the E train, and I got on, as usual, at Spring Street.

The next stop was West 4th Street, and when the doors opened a very pretty young woman got on the train.

I don't understand why - but for some reason - I literally thought she was an angel. I'm not kidding. I was convinced she was somehow delivering me some mystical message. Maybe I died, and she was escorting me to the great beyond. Maybe this was the subway to heaven?

I was thunderstruck, and it was extremely strange.

I can vividly recall EXACTLY what she looked like and what she was wearing. She had short blond hair and she was reading the NY-Times (she folded the paper in the proper way that only the savvy new yorker knows). She had on a simple white summer sun dress. She wore white cotton "boating" shoes, low top and clean. No socks and un- shaven legs. She was smiling as she read the paper. She stood, and never sat down. And she never looked at me.

She got off at 34th street.

Now, at the time I was living with my girlfriend (Catherine) in a little apartment in SoHo downtown. When I got home that evening I told her about this weirdly profound event, alas - she didn't understand how intense it was. She actually got kind of angry at me - and that was typical of her. She simply saw it as me ogling, and immediately felt defensive.

Anyway - Now the story jumps a few months later, on a busy street in Greenwich Village (just east of Astor Place), I was walking on the sidewalk with Catherine on a cold wintery saturday morning. We had a rather tense relationship and clearly remember we were having a little squabble, typical of us. Then - she suddenly blurted out, "What are we doing? We shouldn't be together! I'm not your type, SHE'S your type!" and she pointed to this random woman on the sidewalk...

And it was her!

And - she was wearing the SAME shoes!

It was gray and blustery and she had on a heavy coat (a big green army coat).

Alas, right then, there wasn't any of that weird angelic shock to my psyche. She was with a guy, who had long hair and a beard. And - this is a funny impression from 20 plus years ago, I remember thinking this bearded guy was kind of a manipulative creep. I got a bad vibe from him.
 
The fact that your friend remembered a UFO and you don't is interesting. I've seen a UFO ,at close range, with my brother and a friend. The friend and I remember seeing the UFO (but still struggle with describing it) and my brother only remembers a flash of light. The presence of owls associated with this stuff is something I'm very familiar with. I've also noticed an unusual presence of flies, or a relentlessly annoying horsefly at times. If you think you may be getting implants, examine yourself with a blacklight. Don't forget to look behind your ears. This may sound paranoid, but I've seen several people with fluorescent markings and about half of them were behind the ear. You may also have a dental x-ray. I know someone who had a metal object show up on an x-ray. It was attached to the front of the neck vertabrae, about the size of buckshot. Three days later this person went and had another x-ray done because they remembered having something shoved down their throat in the night...the object was gone.
 
Skunkape,

Here is a reply to each of your insights and questions...


1) It's funny, the event with Kenny (posted previously on this thread) was the opposite. I remembered seeing the UFO, but he didn't. I contacted him a little while back, and he didn't remember - but he later told me his Mom remembered us the night we drew it on the kitchen table.

2) Oh Jeeeeze, the owl story. That was SO weird. But, I am completely convinced they were, in fact, JUST owls.

3) Never had any weird experience with flies.

4) Nothing behind my ears.

5) Where do I find a black-light? There used to be a bong store in my old hometown, maybe there? Maybe I could pick up a poster of Jimi Hendrix too.

6) Alas - I'm kinda nervous to actually have my nose X-ray'd. I mean, what if i find what I'm so worried about? Then what???
 
I keep a diary of my thoughts and experiences about all this weird UFO stuff. I wrote the entry below exactly a year ago today. I just found it again, and I don't remember anything about it.

Okay, Here's an insight into the muddled workings of my mind:

Nov. 3rd 2007

I had a dream last night, and the whole thing was in a sort of focused concentration and I came up with five points. After carefully thinking, I somehow counted them out.

1. Where are they from?
2. Why are they here?
3. What does it mean?
I can’t remember the other two.
 
This is a synchronistic story from April of 2007. It's weird.

Lemme start with this, my face requires sun protection.

I spend a lot of time outside in a mountain environment, and at high elevations. I get this irritated red face thing, and certain sun-blocks make it worse. Yes, life can be cruel. Alas, I am always on the search for a sun-block that does NOT effect my sensitive skin. During a recent thing in the mountains, more than one of my comrades praised Neutrigena SPF-45. Hmmmm, maybe this would be the stuff that would finally end my search?

So, when I returned to my little home town, I went to the locally owned Health Food Store in the hopes of finding a bottle of Nutragina-45. Alas, nothing. And not at the locally owned little drug store either. I left the main street, and began my drive home. I planned to see if the giant grocery store built on the edge of town had this stuff. I slowed down as I approached the turn, but I found that I couldn’t quite turn the steering wheel, I simply couldn't. The grim strip-mall of creepiness just seemed to repel me. So I continued home.

When I was driving, I saw big bulging bags of trash set along the roadside. This was the annual spring road side trash clean up. Each year an organized group of volunteers will pick up trash along the high way after the snow melts. I live right on the highway, and I always try and help out on these days. So, when I got home, I grabbed a few big plastic trash bag from the garage and went out along the road side. It’s actually pretty distressing to really see (and touch) a winter's worth of trash along the high-way. Lots of cheap beer cans and cigaret butts. I had some time, so I figured I would just walk along the road collecting trash all the way to the next corner North, about a half a mile away.

There was a stop sign on this corner, this would be my target.

This way, I would scour all the trash on this side, cross the road, and do the half mile back to my cabin. That’s a full mile of trash pick up, and that seemed pretty decent.

As soon as I began, it started raining. And then the rain turned to snow. It was that crappy April kind of snow too, wet and cold. But I persevered, mostly because I was already soaked, and it felt like I was doing a nice thing. I thought about turning back but I just kept heading towards the stop sign.

There was something nice about this moment, I could feel the results in the weight of the big plastic bag and it seemed easy enough to keep walking.

When I got to my turn around point, I was soaked and cold.

And - Right at that stop sign - literally at the base of the pole - Was a bottle of Nutragina-45.




- - - Okay - - -


This simple story seems so silly, but at the same time, to me, it is absolutely intertwined with the other UFO events. But why?

How do I interpret this? How would Dr. Leo Sprinkle look at this? He is so excited to eek out any metaphorical clues from stories like this.

I was, at the time, 44 years old. The product was noted 45.

It was - quite literally - a sign post.

It was a STOP sign.

But mostly - I can’t help to marvel at the altruistic angle in this story. It felt like the universe was rewarding me for a simple little good deed.

The story isn’t perfect. That bottle of sun-block had been there for a while, potentially all winter. The contents had separated into two distinct components. this runny yellow oil, and gummy white glop. It was kinda gross, and completely useless as sun-block. A mystical lesson in cosmic duality?

Perhaps.
 

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Synchronicity is pretty neat when it works in your favor. I made an odd discovery once that had that "the Universe is trying to communicate" feel to it. There is an unpopulated island at the mouth of the Brazos river. I swam across to the island one day and took a long walk. At one point on this totally isolated beach I came upon a grandfather clock. Inside the clock was a jar completely packed full of brilliantly colored locusts. I never quite figured that one out.:confused:
 
Please know, this little essay thing was written under the influence of coffee. It has that kind of heavily caffeinated tone of smarty-pants-ism that seems to permeate my psyche after my second cup...



Cat and String
november 2006

The term UFO implies a lot, and by definition, it’s unknown. How can I wrap my head around something so utterly strange, something that, no matter how you look at it, remains unknowable.

Here’s something that helps me. I use a piece of string when I play with my cat, I stand in the kitchen and wiggle it around, and my cat just goes nuts. I never really let her “catch” the string, I try and keep it just an inch in front of her. Sometimes she’ll manage to get it in her claws, but I’ll snap it away and out of reach.

Does she think the string is alive?

I can’t help but think this is exactly what’s happening to us. To me, this phenomenon is similar to that piece of string. It wiggles out in front of us, but it’s simply impossible to catch. Does my cat have a way to perceive the string as a string? Maybe, but she doesn’t seem to be that insightful, her reality is that it’s a wonderful and special living thing that magically amplifies her very being. The string-game can get so overwhelming that she gets positively unhinged with excitement.

And the experiences described by the abductees may be impossible to accurately perceive. This bizarre experience is, like the string, capable of overwhelming and unhinging.

Do we say that the UFO occupants are visiting us in the same way my cat would say the string is alive?

One thing that draws me to this subject is that, at it’s core, it’s just such a intensely wonderful and scary story. I used to love spooky campfire stories as a child. Now as an adult, I still crave that mysterious thrill, and the UFO phenomenon fulfills that need. Is there something universal about our need for a scary story? Do “they” know about that need, and frame the experience in a way that will satisfy us on some deep level.

These stories are so elusive. We want to be able to “kick the tires” of this experience. But it just doesn’t happen. As soon as we get close to a clue or answer, it has a way of skittering away, just out of our reach, like the string on my kitchen floor.

My cat needs to play the string game to truly fulfill her cat-ness. Do we need the experience of trying to confront an elusive mystery, to truly fulfill our human-ness? A pragmatic scientist would say no, but what would a primitive shaman say?

My cat and I are connected to each other when we play the string game. So then, what are we connected to?
 
Oh boy - this series of postings has descended the point where I'm writing about my cat.

Just so y'all know - This format has been really therapeutic for me. It's given me a chance to make sense of my muddled memories, worries and concerns. Big thanks to everyone who's chimed in, I appreciate it more than you know.

Peace,
Mike C!
 
Just with regards to the experience with the 5 aliens, I had an experience that was nearly identical.... lying in bed, door flies open with a piercing white light floding in, and three greys looking very similar to the ones you drew standing within the light.
Then i suddenly found myself just lying on my back looking up at the ceiling. I personaly put it down to a sleep paralysis occurance... but hey, it could have been real. Oddly there was no terror like I normally had with sleep paralysis but maybe thats because greys just arent as frightening as a screaming ghost flying out of your leg. :eek:
 
Just with regards to the experience with the 5 aliens, I had an experience that was nearly identical.... lying in bed, door flies open with a piercing white light floding in, and three greys looking very similar to the ones you drew standing within the light.
Then i suddenly found myself just lying on my back looking up at the ceiling. I personaly put it down to a sleep paralysis occurance... but hey, it could have been real. Oddly there was no terror like I normally had with sleep paralysis but maybe thats because greys just arent as frightening as a screaming ghost flying out of your leg. :eek:

Do you think it was sleep paralysis our are you just not sure? I posted three of my encounters when i joined the forums the lights with the blue sky background you commented on that, The black box with squares a high strangeness event not scary but the adrenline rush and the anxiety was not great. Anyway the last one i posted was when i was four and five i was very young i remember seeing a figure but it is blocked off with blackness, and a light shineing through my window. It a memory that has plagued me all my life. I am just wondering have you had any memorys like this the last one? it open to anybodyHas anyone had a memory or similar occurence at that age?
 
Do you think it was sleep paralysis our are you just not sure? I posted three of my encounters when i joined the forums the lights with the blue sky background you commented on that, The black box with squares a high strangeness event not scary but the adrenline rush and the anxiety was not great. Anyway the last one i posted was when i was four and five i was very young i remember seeing a figure but it is blocked off with blackness, and a light shineing through my window. It a memory that has plagued me all my life. I am just wondering have you had any memorys like this the last one? it open to anybodyHas anyone had a memory or similar occurence at that age?

Unfortunately there is no way of being sure with sleep paralysis. There is not really any way to tell the difference between sleep paralysis, and a real occurance. Thats the whole thing about it.... it seems as real as me sitting here typing. Lets just say I think there is a very high probaility of it being sleep paralysis, going back to ockams razor.... what is more likely?

A) I had a bout of sleep paralysis
OR
B) a bunch of aliens flew down from another planet/dimension/time (take your pick) and decided to bust into my bedroom for some unknown reason.

Call me a fundamentalist, but i tend to go for B.
As for your experience, i genuinly have never heard anyone having a similar one, although MikeC's original one with the orange sky comes the closest.
 
I struggle with the sleep paralysis thing in relation to the memory out the window in Maine.

I mean, if some narrow minded professor of psychology interviewed me, I would have no witness (or anything else) except my memory. If they declared "sleep paralysis" or "vivd dream" I would be left just as curious as I am now.
 
it has a lot of the similarities, the fact that it happened for about 5 seconds makes me think that its a possibility as thats about how long all the sleep paralysis bouts i've had have lasted.
Of course you'll never know but if you're looking for answers... its definately worth considering as one of them.
 
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