There’s an old fashioned ‘UFO flap’ going on at present. I don’t think that it’s because of new methods of communication like YouTube and the tendency of the internet to amplify provocative claims. There isn’t really any online hysteria about it, at least not yet. In fact, the community of interested parties is quite calm so maybe this time the crazies and the hoaxers will look in other directions. Wishful thinking, probably, and I suppose they have their place.
While I would never predict anything, it is always possible that a more emergent general experience could be available to us if we want it. Nobody is going to land on the White House Lawn, I don’t think, but it may be that concerted group effort will bring a new level of encounter.
I want to recount a dream I had a few nights ago. After I had it, I counted it as a vivid dream and nothing more, but subsequent events have made me wonder if it might not have broader implications.
In the dream, I was outside with Anne at night, in an exurban setting. I had the feeling that we were at a conference of some sort, and I had just stepped out of the hotel. I saw three magnificent UFOs. They were huge, the size of buildings, and of an unusual ship-like shape that I associate with a time-travel experience I once had. I mention this because it might have some significance on two levels. First, it is a reminder that the whole UFO phenomenon may or may not be associated with aliens. Second, to be really engaged with the phenomenon, we absolutely must remain in question about what it is.
These three objects were perhaps a thousand feet long and the size of twenty story buildings, set back in layers. There were hundreds of lit windows. I ran outside fumbling with my iPhone in my dream, and yelling, "we’ve got company, get out here!" to all who could hear me. I was hoping against hope that these things would land. Incredibly, one of them did. I thought to myself, ‘they’re making contact at last,’ and I wondered if the knowledge I have gained over the years would be of any use in the process. I hoped that I would not be overlooked by whomever was going to lead the way on this, and that I would be able to put my experience to use in as general and practical a way as possible.
As I ran up to this enormous machine, sitting there effortlessly in the air at an altitude of about three feet, I saw a man in a dark blue uniform step out of it and begin moving toward me. He was pretty tall and looked reasonably human in general terms. He came up to me. I stood there for a moment, then reached out my hand. He took my hand and forearm in both of his hands in a warm and embracing gesture.
Then he looked me in the eye with a concerned, quizzical expression on his face and said, "What do we do now?"
And therein lies the truth: this is up to us. I am expecting that our virtual meditation group on Unknowncountry will soon be able to take the next step. It’s why I originally formed it. The group members are working together well. I and others feel a definite gestalt when we meditate together, even though we are separated by thousands of miles. If we are to move ahead, communication of this kind, at first among ourselves, then later in a more extended way, is absolutely essential.
It is also essential that we try to think about this whole experience in a new way. Specifically, we need to replace the various shorthands with which we approach the whole phenomenon from UFOs to visitors and close encounters to all of the effects that accompany them. Some of us assume that we’re dealing with alien contact. Others that it’s a matter of parallel universes coming together. Others see this as a production of the human mind, although not one that we understand.
The list of assumptions is long. But that’s all any of them are: assumptions. We need, in our minds, to place something in front of those assumptions, which is the question. This is all in question. Nobody really knows what’s going on. At such a time in this in history, an open mind is the basis of progress. If we close the question too soon, we risk losing our way.
Let me explain why I think this way. I am a man who has moved through time, traveled into what appeared to be a parallel universe, been abducted by apparent aliens, challenged them and been exposed to 11 years of education which involved the implosion of the barrier between the living and the dead and enabled me to engage in three years of meditation with somebody who presented themselves as living between lives. I have had an implant put in my ear by two people under circumstances of extreme strangeness. I have found myself face to face with a man in a hotel room who looked entirely human, but who offered what are some of the most sublime and masterful words I have ever heard spoken. I have had an eye opened in my mind that enables extraordinary vision across space and time.
So, who’s responsible for all this? Aliens? The dead? Not at all. I am responsible for my life in contact, for that’s what it is. I am living right now a life that is in some ways a prototype, and so are a lot of other people in contact, whether struggling with it or living with it.
Over the next few months, the meditation group will, I hope, begin to take a posture on a group level similar to the one I took on a personal level, that opened my mind to the possibilities that I was and am able to entertain. In fact, I am sure this will happen.
It would also be nice if the Air Force would stop sending up jets.