Ufology & The Trickster
Hi, Chris. Just scanned this thread and decided to commit suicide by admitting to a fairly recent visit from my Trickster. I do buy because I can’t explain what happened to me. I’ve tried to reduce it to coincidence, but I can’t leave it there either. I’ll try to keep it short as possible.
Early this year I went through a terrible tragedy. It left me on an emotional roller coaster so I sought help through looking for books that would give me some feedback on how to handle what was going on. The meeting I’ll tell you about happened in a book store on a day when I had begun to feel like I might survive the events I couldn’t control.
Prior to this I’d been looking as deeply as possible into what frightens me in order to try to find illusion behind fear. Those exercises brought about (unbidden, I might add) a welling up of prejudices too.
At a point three weeks before this encounter, I’d tried to get myself involved in something that might take my mind off sad events. I wandered into a bead store where there are classes for making jewelry. The sales clerk was wearing a unique necklace she’d made from fake turquoise and obsidian. I stood staring at the necklace and voiced (in my head only) my prejudice for fake turquoise because it hadn’t the beautiful striations of color found in real turquoise. Also, because this woman had treated the stones so beautifully with her artful use of other stones, I decided to lose my prejudice for the fake stones.
No big deal. Never said anything aloud. Quick thought and it was gone.
But as I stood in the bookstore that day, my husband only a yard or so away, I saw a small man approach me in my peripheral vision. He walked behind me and stood very close to me on my left and said, “I have to tell you I like your hair.” Only instead of saying it as a compliment, it sounded more like he meant that he was supposed to say it. I immediately got tickled at his phrasing, smiled, and turned to look at him.
I couldn’t stop smiling at his countenance. He had a sweet look on his face, but he ever smiled or looked at my hair. He had ruddy skin under a red hat trimmed in black. He was dressed all over in red and black and I wondered if he were a soccer coach or something. But I saw all of this peripherally because I couldn’t take my eyes off of his eyes which stared directly into mine. I was looking down into his eyes because he was much shorter than I am at 5’6”. He looked to be at least fifteen to twenty years my junior.
I thanked him for saying something nice, all the while smiling at him, but he just stood there staring at me. At some point time seemed to do a wild thing or my mind did. I did a close up on his eyes, not having moved an inch closer to him, and I realized his eyes were turquoise with no striations of color in them. They were a solid light turquoise from rim to pupil. A zillion questions started rapid firing in my head, all of them aimed at explaining why the event had turned so suddenly different from how it had started. One of course was that I had to determine if he were wearing contacts because I’ve never seen eyes that didn’t have some sort of different coloring near the pupil. Human eyes always do. I’ve seen turquoise contacts on women who chose to wear them, but they always couldn’t hide the colorful part of the inner iris. And I could find no contact rims in this man’s eyes at all. I was close enough to determine, believe me.
There was also some sort of air that I was supposed to “get something” from this man who only staring at me instead of talking, but I didn’t really know what it could be. So after I’d taken in his unique eyes, he abruptly nodded his head at me and turned to walk away. Having felt weirdly humbled somehow, I couldn’t watch him walk away.
My husband never saw him or saw our exchange. I was dumbfounded and didn’t understand why so I never mentioned the event until I’d had time to process it later that afternoon. Only then did I remember my thoughts on prejudice for fake turquoise, the exact color of this man’s eyes. No colorful striations. A lost prejudice.
And I remembered another man complimenting my hair some forty years earlier, one who was very short, dressed in the most dapper fashion I’d ever seen, a complete opposite to the man I’d met earlier in the day who was more comical in appearance, but very similar in height. We had taken the same elevator for months and I was always drawn to his short stature and unique dress, but one day when we were alone on the elevator he timed a compliment on my hair so that he could get off the elevator so quickly I didn’t have time to thank him. I never saw him again either. While I thought that odd, I chalked it up to it’s having been his last day at work in the building or his general discomfort at having delivered a compliment. I couldn’t forget how he literally ran off that elevator.
My first leprechaun (a term of endearment) was natty as one man could ever be. When I’d given up my prejudice, he was dressed appropriately for my newer, looser frame of mind.
So to quote your book, Chris, : if you can change the information that’s carried back to the system, you might be able to infiltrate it through its own feedback.”
I think that may be correct with the caveat that infiltration is pretty confusing! My guess, driven by my experience, is that exploring one’s inner world is the quickest way to infiltration. The Mystery Schools hold the answer I only stumbled on in the hope to become more whole, a better person. One doesn’t need drugs, just a desire to become more aware of his own motives and illusions. That’s how new information penetrates the feedback loop and expands it to Tricksterish proportion.
Sorry this is so long, but I felt I had to make the point also that this doesn’t have to be a UFO related matter. It has to be a cross cultural, cross phenomenon related issue. But I do believe that every event such as this is directly related to the individual and his or her inner workings. Can’t guarantee much more.
There clothing smelled strange of odor.:question: Furthermore , one chap eyes turned black from green (I did think the black eyed people 
or maybe some electronic device within eye lens, medical related problem?
