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Alien Life And The Middle Plateau
Last night I found myself in what I would term a reality that is very much a middle point between the physical domain and those inner noetic realities I have written about. I will refer to this “area” from now on as the Middle Plateau to use a term that has been employed by other writers. The only reason I am now able to experience these places coherently is because I have learned to see through my dreams and clear into the borderlands where I can actively communicate with the “people” existing there. I rarely do this because I believe life in this middle plateau is exceedingly dangerous being populated by human dead undergoing radical transformations of their being either positively or negatively.
At about 3am this morning I found myself in what appeared to be a hospital attempting to draw blood from my brother who was barely coherent. I kept slapping him in the face to wake him out of this state. There was commotion throughout this hospital and something was happening outside. I soon realized that I had penetrated the dream and was no longer a barely conscious awareness within that dream. I was fully alert. A woman standing to my left said, “he will only allow you to draw his blood.” As I looked closer at the woman she had the typical swirling eyes that the people inhabiting that world often possess. It is kind of like staring into rotating spirals that are able to read your thoughts and feelings, a kind of mind scan. I have often mistaken the beings in this middle plateau as amputees or suffering from serious deformities because all of them, at least to some degree seem to be losing their shape and normal human features.
What seems to be taking place in that domain is the gradual dissolution of the human form, a kind of rending process that is often gut-wrenching to behold. In this domain I have witnessed what appear to be greys in various stages of transformation, some that appear “hybrid” in nature because their human form has undergone that rapid process of change. While I believe that these strange events like alien abductions more often than not are taking place on this middle plateau, I also believe these posthumans can manifest to a certain extent in the physical domain. I would even venture to say that they can physically interact with people in this world if they have enough “energy” to materialize. I strongly suspect that they use people as doorways and can only materialize via peoples obsession or belief in them, which is why they consistently disguise themselves in UFOs or other mythic forms. The stories of Men In Black are without a doubt also related to this phenomenon–possibly more than any other due to their strangeness. Often times these being speak in what I term “dream language” by using terms and phrases that appear nonsensical yet clearly convey a meaning to those that understand that language.
This was not the first time I had come to in what appeared to be a hospital run by nurses that are attempting to either heal people or add to their confusion. Looking back at my brother, I immediately realized that this was not him and my initial incoherence or belief that I was in a dream turned into the realization that I was now wide awake and transplanted into this middle plateau. Over the years I have come to understand that the claim of these experiences being “only a dream” ultimately causes us to misunderstand the nature of revelation and our noetic structure in general. There are no if, ands, or buts about it: Death and dreaming are the only doorways into that world. By “dreaming” I mean any hypnagogic altered state of mind that causes ones awareness to be plunged into an entirely different reality that is not a figment of ones imagination, but a reality every bit as real and populated as this one.
Upon walking out of this hospital building, which looked like something out of the 1940s I found myself outside in a city that appeared immersed in a battle of some kind. That is the peculiar thing about these strange realities, the landscape changes very quickly and is not really continuous, exactly like a dream. Whether this is natural to that reality or caused by ones own changing “mental” state in the experience, I don’t pretend to know. What I do know is that I had consciously decided to roam as far as I could while “holding” on to that world as long as I could before my rational mind awoke to pull me back to the physical.
As I began to move around and walk alongside a road I noticed that the sun was very much blazing. This wasn’t a dark or dreary dreamworld, it was something else. Looking up in the sky I saw blimps and hot air balloons of all shapes and sizes with people looking down waving and yelling to the people. I remember at one point waving up and someone yelling down to me, “it’s the sun panic, Reggie! Find a way up!” I didn’t fully grasp what I was being told. It appeared that the people in the hot air balloons and blimps were trying to guide the people on the ground who were horribly distressed and clawing at each other. In past experiences these somewhat deformed people on the street were never exposed to the light of the sun that was present in this experience. They existed in what I have termed in the past as “grayworlds” which get light from a very dim natural glow that exists in that reality. Further I have noticed that the beings inhabiting this grayworld often have very large dark eyes as if they need them to be able to see efficiently. When a being remains in that grayworld long enough, the black eye thing seems to be a kind of adaptation that is made to their appearance. This is likely why the grays only seem to emerge during the night. It is the only time they are able to interact with the physical domain and function in it without being interrupted by the presence of the sun. But I need to be very clear about all of this. I believe now beyond the shadow of a doubt that the grays are human beings that have crossed the threshold of death, but are potentially undergoing a degenerative transformation because instead of moving further into the noetic domain they have become stragglers that attempt to once again enter the physical world. It has been my personal experience that they are sexually voyeuristic and may in fact be responsible for very bad things that take place here. These types of activites are suspect because they are very primal in nature. I will not mention the true horror that I think they may be responsible for, but longtime readers are aware that I have periodically delved into the possiblity of human mutilations as well as the missing person epidemic in this country and around the world.
A few words on the Sun are now in order. The Sun in these higher noetic domains is a far greater representation of divinity than it is here in the physical. On earth the sun is a mere physical symbol of the Godhead. In these higher domains it becomes a closer representation to what it truly is, which is to say, God or in Neoplatonic terms, the Nous. The ancients clearly understood this which is why the earliest forms of human religion are without a doubt Sun worship. The ancient mind naturally understood itself and the processes that guided human and posthuman existence. While scholars would like to believe that this was primitive sun worship on the part of primitive minds, the reality is far different. The ancient mind understood intuitively the hypostatic nature of things as well as their natural place within the creative process of the world. At that time life was not synthetic and the pipeline to the divine wasn’t as obstructed as it is today.
Now as this visual experience went on I began to feel a strong hostility being aimed toward me by some of the people immersed in the panic. Oddly enough the hatred seemed to stem from the fact that my hair was blond and my eyes were blue. The people there seemed to view this as a manifestation of something very bad. For whatever reason it stirred up hostility in them to the point that I decided I would leave immediately by simply waking up. When I came to it was shortly before 5AM. To me this experience lasted several moments, but in the physical domain it lasted far longer. This is actually typical. The lowest domain, which is the physical, experiences time very slowly in comparison to how the time seems to flow in these higher domains.
Time along the multiverse seems to function like a pendulum. The highest world, which is timeless, is the pivot point. The physical domain would exist at the lowest point of the pendulum and therefore have the widest (or longest) swing of time. Moving up the pendulum, however, the swing of time gets continually shorter. Therefore events in the higher realms while short in duration, manifest along longer time spans in the physical. Frankly, it is amazing how this works and one quickly begins to understand how the mythological stories of Sumerian Kings and others in the ancient world had unimaginably long life spans. This indicates to me and to may others, that the ancient world was far stranger than people realize. Furthermore, there was a point where the physical world actually broke off from the Pleroma and “fell” to its present state via the process of emanation. When it fell, it lost its history almost completely and along with it all the missing ontological pieces of the puzzle. It is for this reason that none of us know the full story of why or how we got here. And until we unite to the part that went missing, we cannot hope to know.
When I awoke I became very curious about the man in the airship calling me “Reggie”. While I have been called “Louie” and an entire host of other names that are not my own, Reggie was new to me. Looking up the meaning of that name is simply means Lord or Ruler, which is hardly the case for a poor boy like myself. So while I will make a note of it, I can’t say for certain why I was called that. Again this may well be the dream language I referred to earlier in this post.
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2012-09-03 11:45:42
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