Graphimancer
Skilled Investigator
On August 9th through 12th, I attended Wizard World Chicago, a large comic and pop culture convention held every year at the Donald E Stephen’s Convention Center in Rosemont, Illinois, on the edge of the Chicago O’Hare International Airport. It was Friday evening, after the second day of the show, and first full day of the show, and I was in my 6th floor room at the Embassy Suites across the street.
I’m a large, middle-aged man with severe sleep apnea, so I sleep alone and wear a breathing apparatus attached by a hose to a Respironics CPAP machine. This was nothing new, and I had been assisted by this machine for two-and-a-half years at this point. Even with the room’s air conditioner turned to max, it was still uncomfortably warm for me, and I slept with only a sheet over me.
At approximately 2:00 a.m., after having been asleep for at least four hours, I awoke to witness three beings standing by the edge of my bed. My first impression was that these people (?) were literally downloading information into me.
For whatever reason, I was neither alarmed nor puzzled. I don’t know if I suffered from sleep paralysis or not, because I made no attempt to move. I can’t say if it was because I didn’t want to upset the process, or what, but I was calm and at peace with what was happening.
The beings were somewhat indistinct. They were, I believe, physical, or perhaps very realized on an astral level. They were all three identical, in white garments that lacked seams or folds. Either they were nearly human sized, or they floated high enough off the floor to appear human height. I could not see their hands from my vantage, which were at their sides. The oddest thing about them was that their heads far outsized their bodies, or, more likely, the radiance/aura they emitted did, and the light of their heads hid their actual features away. It was as if they had large light bulbs for heads.
For an indeterminate amount of time, I observed these three. I knew there was an exchange or downloading of information going on, but what it was I didn’t know. Unconcerned, I drifted back to sleep.
The next morning, I awoke with a crystal clear memory of what had transpired, and the memory became set as something of a signpost in my mind. I didn’t tell anyone about it for weeks, and I didn’t want to. To be honest with myself, I almost felt lucky to have been treated to this.
If you came to the conclusion that perhaps I had had a particularly vivid lucid dream, I wouldn’t blame you. Nor could I categorically deny it. I’ve had many lucid dreams over the years, as have most people, but this felt completely different. Perhaps you might say that what I encountered was founded not in our four-dimensional consensual reality, but in some subjective reality of my own. Again, maybe. There were no physical trace effects in the room or on my body that I could see, and absolutely no evidence that anyone or any entity had made an outside entry through the rooms sealed windows. Consequently, despite these people’s feeling of mass and physical presence, I can only think that they were astral, or materialized there, or some such.
Am I particularly reliable witness? As far as I’m concerned, yes: I’m educated, traveled, and reasonably well respected. But, as a cartoonist and writer, I make a meager living off my imagination, and I’ve been on anti-depression meds for decades. I doubt that makes me an unimpeachable witness.
At first I felt that this was some sort of astral initiation rite, that perhaps the so-called Secret Chiefs of 19th century occultism had singled me out for some sort of elevation. Later, I became concerned that these people were aliens, and perhaps I had been abducted. I’m glad to say that I don’t believe the latter is the case. There was nothing ‘alien’ or ominous about these three, and I don’t believe I was taken from my room or marked, tagged, etc., in any way.
In any case, despite the singular nature of this encounter for me, I suppose it could have been written off as some sort of bizarre dream state if nothing else happened. Things did happen, though, and this event led into a particular odd period of my life laced with high strangeness. I’ll cover that in another post to this thread. I’ll also post a drawing I made of this event.
I’m a large, middle-aged man with severe sleep apnea, so I sleep alone and wear a breathing apparatus attached by a hose to a Respironics CPAP machine. This was nothing new, and I had been assisted by this machine for two-and-a-half years at this point. Even with the room’s air conditioner turned to max, it was still uncomfortably warm for me, and I slept with only a sheet over me.
At approximately 2:00 a.m., after having been asleep for at least four hours, I awoke to witness three beings standing by the edge of my bed. My first impression was that these people (?) were literally downloading information into me.
For whatever reason, I was neither alarmed nor puzzled. I don’t know if I suffered from sleep paralysis or not, because I made no attempt to move. I can’t say if it was because I didn’t want to upset the process, or what, but I was calm and at peace with what was happening.
The beings were somewhat indistinct. They were, I believe, physical, or perhaps very realized on an astral level. They were all three identical, in white garments that lacked seams or folds. Either they were nearly human sized, or they floated high enough off the floor to appear human height. I could not see their hands from my vantage, which were at their sides. The oddest thing about them was that their heads far outsized their bodies, or, more likely, the radiance/aura they emitted did, and the light of their heads hid their actual features away. It was as if they had large light bulbs for heads.
For an indeterminate amount of time, I observed these three. I knew there was an exchange or downloading of information going on, but what it was I didn’t know. Unconcerned, I drifted back to sleep.
The next morning, I awoke with a crystal clear memory of what had transpired, and the memory became set as something of a signpost in my mind. I didn’t tell anyone about it for weeks, and I didn’t want to. To be honest with myself, I almost felt lucky to have been treated to this.
If you came to the conclusion that perhaps I had had a particularly vivid lucid dream, I wouldn’t blame you. Nor could I categorically deny it. I’ve had many lucid dreams over the years, as have most people, but this felt completely different. Perhaps you might say that what I encountered was founded not in our four-dimensional consensual reality, but in some subjective reality of my own. Again, maybe. There were no physical trace effects in the room or on my body that I could see, and absolutely no evidence that anyone or any entity had made an outside entry through the rooms sealed windows. Consequently, despite these people’s feeling of mass and physical presence, I can only think that they were astral, or materialized there, or some such.
Am I particularly reliable witness? As far as I’m concerned, yes: I’m educated, traveled, and reasonably well respected. But, as a cartoonist and writer, I make a meager living off my imagination, and I’ve been on anti-depression meds for decades. I doubt that makes me an unimpeachable witness.
At first I felt that this was some sort of astral initiation rite, that perhaps the so-called Secret Chiefs of 19th century occultism had singled me out for some sort of elevation. Later, I became concerned that these people were aliens, and perhaps I had been abducted. I’m glad to say that I don’t believe the latter is the case. There was nothing ‘alien’ or ominous about these three, and I don’t believe I was taken from my room or marked, tagged, etc., in any way.
In any case, despite the singular nature of this encounter for me, I suppose it could have been written off as some sort of bizarre dream state if nothing else happened. Things did happen, though, and this event led into a particular odd period of my life laced with high strangeness. I’ll cover that in another post to this thread. I’ll also post a drawing I made of this event.
