Experiencer Biography
My "experiencer" memories consist of happenings both in the physical wake-up world as well as in the vague, dreamlike realm where memories seem to shapeshift.
Dreamlike experiences:
I remember as though in a repeating dream an incident in the Fifties in Utah. My brothers and myself were playing out in the front yard on a summer night when from over the Rockies to the east came a flotilla of UFOs. As the dozens of saucers approached and hovered overhead we got scared and ran into the house to hide inside of a storage closet.
The ETs found us and took us outside in the backyard where a saucer had landed. We were taken inside the craft.
Not until recently did I confess my recollection to my brothers. To my shock three of them remembered the same dream and in fact gave greater detail. One brother recalls looking around the neighborhood and seeing people everywhere being filed aboard the ships.
In other serial dreams I have seen glimpses of what followed after being taken onboard.
Wake up experiences:
At age 19 feeling depressed and confused I hiked up into the mountains east of Salt Lake City into a ravine, Hughes Canyon, to retreat and meditate alone. On the third night I was sitting by the campfire when I felt a tingling energy which began to build to a crescendo, blinded me and paralyzed me. I reacted with a mixture of curiosity and panic as these incredible waves pulsed through me. Soon the energy became so powerful I thought I was going to die--even worse than death actually--to be annihilated. I mentally and spiritually resisted, silently crying out to God to help me. The force field went away.
I confessed this experience to my Bishop. He became frightened, told me that I might be possessed. I reacted in anger, and from that moment on I gradually made my departure from the church.
From then on I felt different, changed. This pulsating energy would return, but in more tolerable dosages, or at least I seemed more able to handle the force. I developed what my Great Aunt called the Second Sight. When Aunt Mary died at the age of 100 she appeared to me in her passage between worlds and transferred her essence into me--like a token from an angel.
The pulsating energy eventually led to two OBE experiences: the first in the mid-Seventies, more astral, a journey through an earthlike world of recognizable but more luminous forms; the second, a propulsion into a realm of indescribable light.
Prior to the first OBE a circle of ethereal beings announced, "now is the time." Out from my body I went, unafraid, not looking back, trusting.
As an art instructor at Fresno City College I would attempt creative exercises with my students, guided visualizations where all would through the power of imagination travel to distant worlds. Sometimes lecture classes of two hundred would experience these "expeditions."
I went through a dark period of my life, divorce, broken heart. I turned to alcohol. I struggled with frightening entities in the "Dark Night of the Soul."
One of my students, a middle-aged Native American came to my rescue. He built a sweat lodge on by the river on my farm and began to conduct weekly sweats, mostly with other Native Americans. On one weekend a powerful elder came down from Sacramento. I was invited into the sweat. Something happened to me in this ceremony. I was told that I would leave my current world of perks, my possessions, my job. I would, "get in the wind," to rediscover myself. This idea I strongly resisted, but amazingly within a few weeks events stacked up on me. I walked away from my world and went home back up into the mountains of Utah where I found others like myself. In this environment I was finally able to find release from the darkness and addiction.
During this healing process I experienced again the "white light," somewhat different than my earlier experiences with energy--much more sublime--perhaps what some refer to as the Kundalini, but what I know think to be a force that is available upon spiritual surrender.
The instructions of Bill the medicine-man still resound, "as the world speeds up, we must slow down."
The last ten years of my life have been in physical hermitage; however, in solitude I have reached out through the internet as though something whispers inside to do so.
Afterthought:
I have had many UFO sightings, many in the presence of others. For some reason such experiences have always seen incidental, maybe expected. I have never thought such sightings to be that profound or unique, but only secondary to what continues to unfold inside.