Thanks, David. So interesting. I appreciate your sharing those stories and it's clear how they have informed your view of our world and the larger components of it. You've had some remarkable experiences.
The car that picked you and your girlfriend up reminded me of an experience I had when I was 19. I had just started a job in Manhattan, and was sent on an errand to pick something up, across town. I found myself walking down a pretty sketchy, nearly empty road. A door opened to a warehouse-like building and a man asked me if I would help him. He just needed me to hold the door open so he could drag a piece of furniture out. I looked around and I was the only person anywhere near. But I said, okay and started walking towards the door. Literally, out of nowhere another man appeared and crossing between me and the man at the door, saying to me: Are you crazy?" It stopped me in my tracks. "You're right," I answered and then said to the man at the door, "Sorry, can't help you," and kept walking. I then heard him (man at the door) say to someone behind the door that I couldn't see: "We almost got one." As I continued down the street, now heart beating fast at my miraculous escape, I turned back wanting to yell a thank you to man who had intervened with those critical words - there was no-one there. I've thought of him as a guardian-angel like being.
I am sure that there are many others that have stories such as yours. I wonder about those that receive this help, and why others do not. Is there some special purpose that those that receive this help have? You write a most enlightening substack, I see that it can help many people through these troubling times. People can easily identify with your thought process, I find it comforting. I do think, from my experiences that your substack is the least of what you have yet to accomplish. There is much adventure ahead for you.
thanks for sharing your experience. I do hope that others will also.
I'm sure you're right about that; many people have had these unexplainable experiences.
Very generous of you to say, David. I really appreciate that. And ditto! I'm learning lots from yours. And this is at least in part - the opportunity and beauty of these difficult times. Blessings.
I'll add an experience for the fun of it...I was young and living in Brooklyn in the late 80's. I lived by myself in an apartment in a brownstone in a not so great area of Brooklyn (it is chic now). I came home late one evening and realized I had lost my house keys. I had no way to get into the building. I called a friend from a pay phone who lived in another neighborhood and she said I could sleep there and contact the landlord in the morning. I didn't have a car so I started walking to her apartment. It was about midnight and very quiet and I needed to walk though several dark neighborhoods in a sketchy area to reach my friend's place. On an unfamiliar street I saw a large group of young men sauntering up the other side of the street. I paused as I wasn't sure what to do or if I would be safe. Out of nowhere a yellow cab appeared and drove down the street towards me. The cab stopped and I jumped in. The driver was trembling from head to toe. He told me he had no idea how he ended up on this street and he said he was confused and disoriented. He drove me to my friend's place and all was well. I don't believe the taxi driver was a 5th dimensional being but somehow his cab was placed onto that street. I had help.
Also, an alien experience while I lived in Brooklyn....I lived in that brownstone apartment for 12 years (until I moved out of NY). The apartment was the full 3rd floor of the Brownstone. There was a large room in the front overlooking the street with a hallway leading to the back room which overlooked the yard several floors below. I lived alone with 2 cats. My bedroom was the back room. There were 3 tall windows on the back. One night I was laying in bed facing the wall (away from the windows) and I became aware of a presence and then a calm feeling flowed from my head and down through my body. I turned over and saw a being outside the window. It had a large head and big oval shaped eyes - it was shaped like the "grays" I had seen drawings of but it was brown not gray. The skin had a different texture than the "grays". We stared into each other's eyes and then I fell unconscious. The next day when I got home from work my cat Ginger met me at the door but not my cat Sam. I walked down the hallway to the bedroom and Sam was lying on his side on my bed staring out the window like he was in a trance. He didn't acknowledge that I was there. It freaked me out. The day after that I came home from work and Sam met me at the door but not Ginger. I walked down the hall to the bedroom and Ginger was on the bed hissing at the window as if she could see something there. I looked out the window and there was nothing. We were several stories above the ground. She was a docile little cat but she was ferociously hissing at whatever she could see or sense. Though I was not afraid (weirdly calm) when the being came the first night the experience on the two successive nights with my cats was unsettling. After that everything went back to normal. As I thought about this experience afterwards I think the being did not mean me any harm. But the interaction, or what I remember before I fell unconscious, was not human as we know humans. It was different.
very interesting. The entity at the window, extremely strange, not sure what to make of it, think animals can sense evil, but that it was 1 and 2 days later it may not be the entity at the window. Curious, did you notice any difference in you thinking or behavior afterwards?
the taxi was definitely teleported for you, seen this before. Thanks for sharing.
My sense of that experience was that some sort of entity had opened a portal outside the window and was scanning or reading me. That is why I felt the calm feeling flow through my body when I first sensed the presence. When I looked at it I felt like I was looking at it in another dimension. So it is possible that if someone else had been in my room they may not have seen it. I'm not really sure. However, I am pretty convinced that experience was related to my cat's behavior in the 2 days after. They had never done anything like that before and their focus appeared to be in the same place I saw this entity. Sam seemed like he was in some sort of trance and Ginger acted in a hostile way. Possibly because she sensed something non-human. It was still light outside when I observed my cat's behavior. It is possible they could see it on another level that was not visible to me in my fully awake state. When I experienced the entity it was at night and I was awake but somewhat between that space between awake and drifting off. I do not recall any change in my thinking or behavior afterwards. So it's possible this entity (alien) was just curious. If there was another agenda I am not aware of it. I don't believe I was harmed. I did do some research afterwards. I came across some literature that said there were a race of aliens from the Pleiades that were described as shaped like the "grays" but were more brown in color and more benign. Whether any of that is true or just fantasy - I don't know. I do know that I along with my cats had that experience.
I would think that aliens would have to adhere to the laws of physics, but maybe not. I know that what I refer to as 5th dimensionals do not. I try not to get stuck in one thinking or another as all too often my world gets rocked and I must grasp another reality. Experience is a great teacher.
You could be correct. I don't know what I experienced was an alien - I just made that assumption at the time and haven't evaluated it much since then. If I remember correctly, people were talking more about aliens specifically at that time. I have grown way past those concerns and am focused on the current situation we find ourselves in (as per my comments on Kathleen Devanney's recent post "Fine Lines"). But it has occurred to me that tied into the global totalitarian coup and the dystopian nightmare manifesting there is also the impact of off-world influences on a resonance level in the dark chaos and the light chaos. As much as I can be sucked into the despair of the dark chaos I am actively embracing the light chaos and the path that can open from that.
I came across your newsletter through a person I had a brief connection with on another webpage also discussing end times, conspiracy, etc. Started at the bottom and have been reading and find your thoughts and experiences interesting and oddly relieving.
I've had multiple experiences I should have died but was spared - on one occasion when I was in my early 20's, my then-husband and I had been rafting on a mostly calm river outside of San Antonio, TX. We were newly married. He was a Marine stationed at Lackland for tech school, and we were there with a bunch of new airmen. We'd been on the river all day, drinking beer and for whatever reason he and I had been arguing, then became silent and surly with each other. One of the airmen offered me a couple shots of whiskey and like a silly person, I accepted and got sloppy.
We came to a point of some rapids, nothing too severe but enough we were braced for it. My ex was steering our raft and he aimed straight through the greatest turbulence. The raft flipped and we both went over and into the river. I landed smack in the center of a vortex that felt like what I'd imagine the inside of a frontloading washing machine would feel like on a heavy duty cycle. The water kept circling in on itself and I was trapped in the center and knew I was done for.
I was pretty physically strong at the time, I used to run cross country and had played a wind instrument for years and had good breath control but the long day in the sun and the alcohol had weakened me and I couldn't free myself. I'm not certain I could have had the whiskey not been a factor.
Out of nowhere, hands grabbed me, jerked me up out of the water, dropped me onto a flat rock in the riverbed and released me. By the time I got my breath, the person was a good distance from me, walking away. Not a word spoken, just pulled me up and out, deposited me on a high point and left. I remember it well, all those years ago.
I still can recall how that particular portion of the water was thickly frothy, I find it remarkable those hands found me with such surety, there was no hesitation or fumbling, no slipping at all. After several minutes my husband showed up and I told him what had happened. He said he'd floated a little further downstream and had to fight the water to reach me again. He looked for the man because I wanted to thank him, but he was gone. Could have been an entirely natural occurrence, but it didn't have that feel at all.
I've also had direct contacts with 5th dimensional beings, as you describe them, dating back decades. Some very interesting and extended experiences, which have given me a bit of a reputation for eccentricity (at best) with my family. Some extremely vivid recurrent dreams that still haunt me to recall. One of the most recent involved alien spacecraft and beings that felt deeply powerful and ominous. They weren't there for me, but they strode right past me and I know they were letting me know they were fully aware of my presence. I've had that dream several times. I just realized how odd, because it did seem like there were actual spacecrafts, but when they descended, they did it by flying in their own persons, they had huge wings that spanned nearly their entire height.
August 2021 my now husband became terribly ill with whatever they're spraying us with and calling covid-19. He spent 5 months hospitalized and, through a series of preventable errors in addition to the severity of his disease, we are extremely fortunate he made it home. He coded 5 times within a couple of months that I'm aware of (I wasn't allowed to see him for 5 weeks as he nearly died) and I helped to bag him on 3 of those occasions. One night while he was still on lockdown, I'd called to check on him and it was dire. I began to pray and, eyes wide open, I could see two men before me, one, sitting, facing me on my left and one, sitting beside him, facing the one looking at me. I could tell the one facing the other man had been talking. He turned his head to look at me, then turned back and although I couldn't hear them, I felt a calm.
When I was finally able to visit, my husband told me of seeing whom I believe were these same men while he was doing his own praying. He couldn't hear them either, but he got that same sense of peace and, bad as it was (and we still had several near-death brushes to go) we both knew he was going to be okay.
just another reply, your thought that the entity pulling you out of the water was 5th dimensional is probably correct, a human would have asked if you were okay, a 5th dimension would know and not need to ask.
That's exactly what it felt like to me. Like he deposited me there and didn't even stop to make sure I didn't slide off and back into the water as I was gasping. I was plopped right down on a rock just adjacent to where I was pulled out from. What human doesn't want acknowledgement for saving another person's life, too? I never even saw his face. Shortish, dark hair, unseasonably dressed (jeans, hiking boots, long sleeve shirt) already a good distance from me by the time I got my breath.
My son had an event when he was 8y.o. He had gone camping in the VA mountains with his father and it was the day they were leaving to come home. He was on the front of a 4wheeler with his dad seated behind him. Dad wanted to let him drive back down the last stretch to camp, so told him to give it a little gas, but for some reason had the thing pointed towards a drop off instead of turned to go down the hill. Gage gunned it and his dad didn't have a chance to grab the handles and turn it. They flew off the side and fell at least 25ft through blackberry brambles. My son's head landed on a flat rock and the 4wheeler on top of him. My ex tore his right rotator cuff and hamstring and was barely able to drag the 4wheeler off of him. He said he was sure Gage was dead and immediately was bawling. He heard Gage say, "Don't cry, Daddy, everything's going to be okay".
He had to get him into the truck to get him far enough off the mountain to call EMS.
When I got there, my daughter couldn't even look at him, his face was so swollen on the left and his lips. But these were the extent of his injuries: hairline fracture to the left orbit, right closed radial fracture, and a single twig had stuck entirely through the skin beneath his lip and sheered back a small portion of his upper gumline - very minor abrasion. That's the only scar he has to this day from this event.
He told me that, as he was falling, he wasn't really scared because someone was there with him and he could see him moving the branches out of his way, and that the 4wheeler seat had landed on his head and it was "kind of soft".
So many stories like these, and so many a whole lot weirder. I may email you about some of those.
there is quite probably a reason for all of these experiences. Interventions like these in my experience are for a reason, there is something that is required of you and I do not like that word, required, but there is something that you will accomplish out of the goodness of your heart that will effect many others is my guess. The cosmos knows this and will see to it that you and yours get to the proper destination at the appointed time for the appointed purpose. that purpose may come and you may not realize it until after you have accomplished it.
I've always had ideas and things I felt I was being led to do, for a long period it was writing. It was at least 20-25yrs ago I felt like I needed to write about cloning and the spiritual implications, then about heteropaternal superfecundation and how that relates to Cain and Abel, and even a children's book called "Bees Still Sting" (that was an idea given to me by someone else, actually, but I wrote that one and was turned down by publishers who didn't care for the personification, lol). I'm also not nearly the writer I used to fancy myself to be.
I don't really feel like I've ever done any major things, but I've tried to do as many daily things as I know to do and to just treat everyone with basic respect, love and compassion. I seem to draw the heartbroken to some extent. But I also usually work really well with kids in many ways.
I don't know, but I did decide a few years ago that I was through shirking and making excuses and that if God has something else for me, if He'll tell me, I'll do the best I can. I figure if I don't, He can always get someone else to do it, so maybe He's just already seen that eventually, I'd get it together. That's reassuring.
I'm just recently learning that sound frequencies and meditative techniques are not evil, so I'm trying to focus, but I lack discipline for this yet and I also have had a couple of odd experiences there, which, combined with my several really bizarre spiritual experiences in the past frightened me off a bit (probably just western neurosis). I know I just need to trust that I'm safe in doing these things with the right focus. I tend to make huge leaps sometimes and it can be either giddy or spooky. I really appreciate the way you explain these topics, especially.
I was (somewhat forcibly) schooled on chakras back in nursing school nearly 30yrs ago by some other 5th dimensioners, and have since realized there are rainbows inside of us that correspond (inversely) to the prismatic light rainbows in the Elohim, but that also our chakras form an instrument (like a sitar) that will "dance" and "sing" along to meditative music with a little basic movement and some focused visualizations to get started. That is such an uplifting feeling!
You can likely tell that, given latitude, I can go on for days, so if you need to let me know I've hit quota for awhile, please feel free. It's not easy finding someone to discuss things with who actually understands the undercurrents. I've met one other person on that other site who really lets me pick his brains and challenges me and that's been invaluable. Thanks to you, as well.
you can email me directly if you have things you would like to discuss, you post does not surprise me and thank you for sharing. elegant.pen0641 at fastmail.com
we are in a time of awakening and realizations. What to do with these realizations? I am helping/corresponding with a few people in these endeavors and on that flip side they are helping me, knowledge is sharing perspectives and experiences and working together to find reasonable answers and paths forward. I have tried to present a forum where people could share their experiences safely and come to grips with them. With me sharing first, it opens doors for others.
I will say that I have been accused of being in league with the devil and one person started a substack specifically to attack me along those same lines.
Thank you, I have felt confused and alone for a very long time. Even once I began to understand much of what my dreams were trying to tell me, the things that have felt every bit as real in my waking life have seen me called, and treated, as if I were crazy.
I can easily believe that you have been attacked so.
One thing I'm coming to really know is that we all carry grains of truth, every religion in the world has at least segments of things they understand and our myths and legends are also based in truth. Once you start speaking like this, a lot of people do decide you're a heathen. I think that what it boils down to is what the individual decides to do with their understanding, serve themselves? Or serve God and others?
Very nice to finally witness truth being set right out there.
everything you have stated rings true. as they say don't say in France Sacre Merde. They do however laugh when I say it. Serving God and others is the ultimate act of truth and compassion, at least from my perspective. Dogma can go to the dark place where it belongs.
David, have you looked at the Bible translated from the ancient Aramaic texts which was translated by George Lamsa. Rocco Errico helped in the work. Rocco is still alive. I had a class with him and have also been to many of his talks when I lived in the Atlanta, Georgia area. He has also written books with more information about the translations. He has a foundation named Noohra. He is very knowledgeable. You can also listen to the Lords Prayer in Aramaic there.
No, I did not translate any of the minor prophets that were written in Aramaic. I did translate a part of one at the request of a friend, it has to do with the 7 candles with lips. It has to do with what is happening in the world today. two candle stands with 7 candles total with lips standing between two olive trees. I'll email you information about that.
David, I love geckos. I saw many in Puerto Rico. I talked to them. They perked their heads up as if listening. I especially loved seeing them in my house where they were always green. Locals said they eat insects which was good. The ones I saw outside were usually brown.
I’m trying to remember of any similar experiences like yours. I will post later if I remember any.
Experiences I have had that appear different from even my spiritual friends is that sometimes “I KNOW” what I am to do. When this happens the way is magically made for me to do it. It is as if I have tapped into a divine knowing. It is when I am in “The Zone”. Life unfolds in an order I could not have done alone. Sometimes this KNOWING has preceded the event by 6 months.
After barely surviving the 2 hurricanes in 2 weeks in Puerto Rico I had an unusual experience that let me know I would survive.
My usual morning routine was to take my coffee out on the front porch and enjoy the beauty which included dozens of pidgins sitting together on a high wire going to a neighbor’s house.
After the hurricanes all birds had disappeared.
I found a woman to stay in my house and care for my dogs in the event I could ever leave Puerto Rico for much needed medical care. I asked the woman to move in immediately.
We were sitting on the front porch. A fat pigeon / dove flew in and landed on an iron bar which was around the openings on my house for protection. The bird sat at eye level looking at me. It didn’t move. I was surprised to see a bird again and a fat one at that plus it kept looking at me from a couple feet away. After awhile the bird flew and hovered over my head. I sat silently while the other woman freaked out. I soon learned she was an evil person.
I knew when the bird hovered over me that I would survive. This experience was like an anointing.
I took photos of the bird before it hovered over me.
I never saw this bird or others before I was able to leave 30 days after the second hurricane.
one of my sisters used to see ‘imaginary beings’ ... my parents liked to vacation in the Pacific Northwest and we frequently went for walks in the rainforest... it is so quiet there with moss & lichens upholstering all surfaces, muffling the faraway sounds & forcing focus on your immediate surroundings... the drip of a raindrop landing upon a leaf, your own crunchy footsteps... then all of a sudden... my sister would run mad top-of-her-lungs screaming down the path ‘eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee’ ... this happened all the time and, of course, not to be left out of the fun my other sister and i would chime in too....
somehow this evolved to where everyone in the family knew this was about the ‘Eelies’ which were fairies.
my mom actually asked her why they were called ‘Eelies’ and she said it was because of the sound they made.
for many years i chalked this up to her wild imagination but changed my mind recently when bought a used Time Life book about fairies & elves at a library book sale... apparently, according to legend, the proper terminology for fairy folk is... ‘Seelies’... and why is this?... because of the ‘sound’ they make.
on a less comical note she also saw some really horrible monster creature in the Oregon Caves ... my dad said she was clinging on to his leg for dear life and refused to continue on the tour... after that, any other caves we visited like Carlsbad Caverns,etc. she would just wait for us outside... it must have been horrific because she still won’t talk about it...did a little research on this and the stream that runs through the Oregon Caves is named after one of five rivers of Hades... the river Styx (Hate)...
wow, people's connections to things, it always amazes me. I have a friend, very scientific type that believes in fairies, mostly out of caution. He has a good connection to the mindstream and spouts things profound quite often and does not know where it comes from.
He has been in a vaccine lawsuit for many years and had exhausted all of his appeals except one, the "they made a malicious mistake" and was granted a rebuttal. He saw what he deemed as a fairy circle in his yard, and won the appeal shortly after.
it does make a person wonder about all of the things we may be missing. I am of the mind that behind legends and myths there is a truth. I try to be open to these things, and your sister's story holds lots of water. Do not know what to do with it.
Your story about Mt. Saint Helens reminded me of an ancestor of mine. His family moved to Utah a couple of years after it was settled (wisely choosing to stock on $ and supplies first, so they wouldn't starve). The same stranger appeared to him at least 3 times, in California as well as Utah. Once was standing on the side on the road, waiting for their wagon to come along; once in a storm; and once in CA when he walked out of the forest. Each time he was warned of certain events or given information that assisted him.
I've had no such thing happen to me. My wife, though, has "spiritual talents." She sees aurae, occasionally describing them to me. She has seen spirits of the deceased (we assume by what transpired) and has communicated with some. She became afraid and has been surprising her abilities for some years, successfully, except for the aurae. I've been thinking about encouraging to "boot it back up" because I would sure like to know a little more about the timing of events to come and when else I can do to prepare.
God does communicate to me, but usually to provide comfort rather than direction (or so my weak mind thinks). I've been distraught (naturally, I believe) after knowing what's coming, and I don't think it's healthy. I was listening to a podcast where the guest said something that struck me to the core. Essentially, God can do more with less (Gideon's story, from the OT).
I wish there was a way we could communicate in a more private fashion so as to not worry about evil eyes looking on.
BTW, I was in Lacy, WA, when Mt. St. Helens erupted. Fortunately, Lacy is roughly northeast as the ash cloud went west the first time and north the second, missing us. I did spent some time in Toledo (or was it Winlock?), if you know where that is.
interesting, lots of people have these experiences of different types. two ways to communicate private, 1 reply to my newsletter from you inbox. 2 reply to this comment with the first 4 letters of your email address. would love to talk off the record
Thanks, David. So interesting. I appreciate your sharing those stories and it's clear how they have informed your view of our world and the larger components of it. You've had some remarkable experiences.
The car that picked you and your girlfriend up reminded me of an experience I had when I was 19. I had just started a job in Manhattan, and was sent on an errand to pick something up, across town. I found myself walking down a pretty sketchy, nearly empty road. A door opened to a warehouse-like building and a man asked me if I would help him. He just needed me to hold the door open so he could drag a piece of furniture out. I looked around and I was the only person anywhere near. But I said, okay and started walking towards the door. Literally, out of nowhere another man appeared and crossing between me and the man at the door, saying to me: Are you crazy?" It stopped me in my tracks. "You're right," I answered and then said to the man at the door, "Sorry, can't help you," and kept walking. I then heard him (man at the door) say to someone behind the door that I couldn't see: "We almost got one." As I continued down the street, now heart beating fast at my miraculous escape, I turned back wanting to yell a thank you to man who had intervened with those critical words - there was no-one there. I've thought of him as a guardian-angel like being.
I am sure that there are many others that have stories such as yours. I wonder about those that receive this help, and why others do not. Is there some special purpose that those that receive this help have? You write a most enlightening substack, I see that it can help many people through these troubling times. People can easily identify with your thought process, I find it comforting. I do think, from my experiences that your substack is the least of what you have yet to accomplish. There is much adventure ahead for you.
thanks for sharing your experience. I do hope that others will also.
I'm sure you're right about that; many people have had these unexplainable experiences.
Very generous of you to say, David. I really appreciate that. And ditto! I'm learning lots from yours. And this is at least in part - the opportunity and beauty of these difficult times. Blessings.
I'll add an experience for the fun of it...I was young and living in Brooklyn in the late 80's. I lived by myself in an apartment in a brownstone in a not so great area of Brooklyn (it is chic now). I came home late one evening and realized I had lost my house keys. I had no way to get into the building. I called a friend from a pay phone who lived in another neighborhood and she said I could sleep there and contact the landlord in the morning. I didn't have a car so I started walking to her apartment. It was about midnight and very quiet and I needed to walk though several dark neighborhoods in a sketchy area to reach my friend's place. On an unfamiliar street I saw a large group of young men sauntering up the other side of the street. I paused as I wasn't sure what to do or if I would be safe. Out of nowhere a yellow cab appeared and drove down the street towards me. The cab stopped and I jumped in. The driver was trembling from head to toe. He told me he had no idea how he ended up on this street and he said he was confused and disoriented. He drove me to my friend's place and all was well. I don't believe the taxi driver was a 5th dimensional being but somehow his cab was placed onto that street. I had help.
Also, an alien experience while I lived in Brooklyn....I lived in that brownstone apartment for 12 years (until I moved out of NY). The apartment was the full 3rd floor of the Brownstone. There was a large room in the front overlooking the street with a hallway leading to the back room which overlooked the yard several floors below. I lived alone with 2 cats. My bedroom was the back room. There were 3 tall windows on the back. One night I was laying in bed facing the wall (away from the windows) and I became aware of a presence and then a calm feeling flowed from my head and down through my body. I turned over and saw a being outside the window. It had a large head and big oval shaped eyes - it was shaped like the "grays" I had seen drawings of but it was brown not gray. The skin had a different texture than the "grays". We stared into each other's eyes and then I fell unconscious. The next day when I got home from work my cat Ginger met me at the door but not my cat Sam. I walked down the hallway to the bedroom and Sam was lying on his side on my bed staring out the window like he was in a trance. He didn't acknowledge that I was there. It freaked me out. The day after that I came home from work and Sam met me at the door but not Ginger. I walked down the hall to the bedroom and Ginger was on the bed hissing at the window as if she could see something there. I looked out the window and there was nothing. We were several stories above the ground. She was a docile little cat but she was ferociously hissing at whatever she could see or sense. Though I was not afraid (weirdly calm) when the being came the first night the experience on the two successive nights with my cats was unsettling. After that everything went back to normal. As I thought about this experience afterwards I think the being did not mean me any harm. But the interaction, or what I remember before I fell unconscious, was not human as we know humans. It was different.
very interesting. The entity at the window, extremely strange, not sure what to make of it, think animals can sense evil, but that it was 1 and 2 days later it may not be the entity at the window. Curious, did you notice any difference in you thinking or behavior afterwards?
the taxi was definitely teleported for you, seen this before. Thanks for sharing.
My sense of that experience was that some sort of entity had opened a portal outside the window and was scanning or reading me. That is why I felt the calm feeling flow through my body when I first sensed the presence. When I looked at it I felt like I was looking at it in another dimension. So it is possible that if someone else had been in my room they may not have seen it. I'm not really sure. However, I am pretty convinced that experience was related to my cat's behavior in the 2 days after. They had never done anything like that before and their focus appeared to be in the same place I saw this entity. Sam seemed like he was in some sort of trance and Ginger acted in a hostile way. Possibly because she sensed something non-human. It was still light outside when I observed my cat's behavior. It is possible they could see it on another level that was not visible to me in my fully awake state. When I experienced the entity it was at night and I was awake but somewhat between that space between awake and drifting off. I do not recall any change in my thinking or behavior afterwards. So it's possible this entity (alien) was just curious. If there was another agenda I am not aware of it. I don't believe I was harmed. I did do some research afterwards. I came across some literature that said there were a race of aliens from the Pleiades that were described as shaped like the "grays" but were more brown in color and more benign. Whether any of that is true or just fantasy - I don't know. I do know that I along with my cats had that experience.
I would think that aliens would have to adhere to the laws of physics, but maybe not. I know that what I refer to as 5th dimensionals do not. I try not to get stuck in one thinking or another as all too often my world gets rocked and I must grasp another reality. Experience is a great teacher.
You could be correct. I don't know what I experienced was an alien - I just made that assumption at the time and haven't evaluated it much since then. If I remember correctly, people were talking more about aliens specifically at that time. I have grown way past those concerns and am focused on the current situation we find ourselves in (as per my comments on Kathleen Devanney's recent post "Fine Lines"). But it has occurred to me that tied into the global totalitarian coup and the dystopian nightmare manifesting there is also the impact of off-world influences on a resonance level in the dark chaos and the light chaos. As much as I can be sucked into the despair of the dark chaos I am actively embracing the light chaos and the path that can open from that.
Hi, David,
I came across your newsletter through a person I had a brief connection with on another webpage also discussing end times, conspiracy, etc. Started at the bottom and have been reading and find your thoughts and experiences interesting and oddly relieving.
I've had multiple experiences I should have died but was spared - on one occasion when I was in my early 20's, my then-husband and I had been rafting on a mostly calm river outside of San Antonio, TX. We were newly married. He was a Marine stationed at Lackland for tech school, and we were there with a bunch of new airmen. We'd been on the river all day, drinking beer and for whatever reason he and I had been arguing, then became silent and surly with each other. One of the airmen offered me a couple shots of whiskey and like a silly person, I accepted and got sloppy.
We came to a point of some rapids, nothing too severe but enough we were braced for it. My ex was steering our raft and he aimed straight through the greatest turbulence. The raft flipped and we both went over and into the river. I landed smack in the center of a vortex that felt like what I'd imagine the inside of a frontloading washing machine would feel like on a heavy duty cycle. The water kept circling in on itself and I was trapped in the center and knew I was done for.
I was pretty physically strong at the time, I used to run cross country and had played a wind instrument for years and had good breath control but the long day in the sun and the alcohol had weakened me and I couldn't free myself. I'm not certain I could have had the whiskey not been a factor.
Out of nowhere, hands grabbed me, jerked me up out of the water, dropped me onto a flat rock in the riverbed and released me. By the time I got my breath, the person was a good distance from me, walking away. Not a word spoken, just pulled me up and out, deposited me on a high point and left. I remember it well, all those years ago.
I still can recall how that particular portion of the water was thickly frothy, I find it remarkable those hands found me with such surety, there was no hesitation or fumbling, no slipping at all. After several minutes my husband showed up and I told him what had happened. He said he'd floated a little further downstream and had to fight the water to reach me again. He looked for the man because I wanted to thank him, but he was gone. Could have been an entirely natural occurrence, but it didn't have that feel at all.
I've also had direct contacts with 5th dimensional beings, as you describe them, dating back decades. Some very interesting and extended experiences, which have given me a bit of a reputation for eccentricity (at best) with my family. Some extremely vivid recurrent dreams that still haunt me to recall. One of the most recent involved alien spacecraft and beings that felt deeply powerful and ominous. They weren't there for me, but they strode right past me and I know they were letting me know they were fully aware of my presence. I've had that dream several times. I just realized how odd, because it did seem like there were actual spacecrafts, but when they descended, they did it by flying in their own persons, they had huge wings that spanned nearly their entire height.
August 2021 my now husband became terribly ill with whatever they're spraying us with and calling covid-19. He spent 5 months hospitalized and, through a series of preventable errors in addition to the severity of his disease, we are extremely fortunate he made it home. He coded 5 times within a couple of months that I'm aware of (I wasn't allowed to see him for 5 weeks as he nearly died) and I helped to bag him on 3 of those occasions. One night while he was still on lockdown, I'd called to check on him and it was dire. I began to pray and, eyes wide open, I could see two men before me, one, sitting, facing me on my left and one, sitting beside him, facing the one looking at me. I could tell the one facing the other man had been talking. He turned his head to look at me, then turned back and although I couldn't hear them, I felt a calm.
When I was finally able to visit, my husband told me of seeing whom I believe were these same men while he was doing his own praying. He couldn't hear them either, but he got that same sense of peace and, bad as it was (and we still had several near-death brushes to go) we both knew he was going to be okay.
just another reply, your thought that the entity pulling you out of the water was 5th dimensional is probably correct, a human would have asked if you were okay, a 5th dimension would know and not need to ask.
That's exactly what it felt like to me. Like he deposited me there and didn't even stop to make sure I didn't slide off and back into the water as I was gasping. I was plopped right down on a rock just adjacent to where I was pulled out from. What human doesn't want acknowledgement for saving another person's life, too? I never even saw his face. Shortish, dark hair, unseasonably dressed (jeans, hiking boots, long sleeve shirt) already a good distance from me by the time I got my breath.
My son had an event when he was 8y.o. He had gone camping in the VA mountains with his father and it was the day they were leaving to come home. He was on the front of a 4wheeler with his dad seated behind him. Dad wanted to let him drive back down the last stretch to camp, so told him to give it a little gas, but for some reason had the thing pointed towards a drop off instead of turned to go down the hill. Gage gunned it and his dad didn't have a chance to grab the handles and turn it. They flew off the side and fell at least 25ft through blackberry brambles. My son's head landed on a flat rock and the 4wheeler on top of him. My ex tore his right rotator cuff and hamstring and was barely able to drag the 4wheeler off of him. He said he was sure Gage was dead and immediately was bawling. He heard Gage say, "Don't cry, Daddy, everything's going to be okay".
He had to get him into the truck to get him far enough off the mountain to call EMS.
When I got there, my daughter couldn't even look at him, his face was so swollen on the left and his lips. But these were the extent of his injuries: hairline fracture to the left orbit, right closed radial fracture, and a single twig had stuck entirely through the skin beneath his lip and sheered back a small portion of his upper gumline - very minor abrasion. That's the only scar he has to this day from this event.
He told me that, as he was falling, he wasn't really scared because someone was there with him and he could see him moving the branches out of his way, and that the 4wheeler seat had landed on his head and it was "kind of soft".
So many stories like these, and so many a whole lot weirder. I may email you about some of those.
there is quite probably a reason for all of these experiences. Interventions like these in my experience are for a reason, there is something that is required of you and I do not like that word, required, but there is something that you will accomplish out of the goodness of your heart that will effect many others is my guess. The cosmos knows this and will see to it that you and yours get to the proper destination at the appointed time for the appointed purpose. that purpose may come and you may not realize it until after you have accomplished it.
I've always had ideas and things I felt I was being led to do, for a long period it was writing. It was at least 20-25yrs ago I felt like I needed to write about cloning and the spiritual implications, then about heteropaternal superfecundation and how that relates to Cain and Abel, and even a children's book called "Bees Still Sting" (that was an idea given to me by someone else, actually, but I wrote that one and was turned down by publishers who didn't care for the personification, lol). I'm also not nearly the writer I used to fancy myself to be.
I don't really feel like I've ever done any major things, but I've tried to do as many daily things as I know to do and to just treat everyone with basic respect, love and compassion. I seem to draw the heartbroken to some extent. But I also usually work really well with kids in many ways.
I don't know, but I did decide a few years ago that I was through shirking and making excuses and that if God has something else for me, if He'll tell me, I'll do the best I can. I figure if I don't, He can always get someone else to do it, so maybe He's just already seen that eventually, I'd get it together. That's reassuring.
I'm just recently learning that sound frequencies and meditative techniques are not evil, so I'm trying to focus, but I lack discipline for this yet and I also have had a couple of odd experiences there, which, combined with my several really bizarre spiritual experiences in the past frightened me off a bit (probably just western neurosis). I know I just need to trust that I'm safe in doing these things with the right focus. I tend to make huge leaps sometimes and it can be either giddy or spooky. I really appreciate the way you explain these topics, especially.
I was (somewhat forcibly) schooled on chakras back in nursing school nearly 30yrs ago by some other 5th dimensioners, and have since realized there are rainbows inside of us that correspond (inversely) to the prismatic light rainbows in the Elohim, but that also our chakras form an instrument (like a sitar) that will "dance" and "sing" along to meditative music with a little basic movement and some focused visualizations to get started. That is such an uplifting feeling!
You can likely tell that, given latitude, I can go on for days, so if you need to let me know I've hit quota for awhile, please feel free. It's not easy finding someone to discuss things with who actually understands the undercurrents. I've met one other person on that other site who really lets me pick his brains and challenges me and that's been invaluable. Thanks to you, as well.
you can email me directly if you have things you would like to discuss, you post does not surprise me and thank you for sharing. elegant.pen0641 at fastmail.com
we are in a time of awakening and realizations. What to do with these realizations? I am helping/corresponding with a few people in these endeavors and on that flip side they are helping me, knowledge is sharing perspectives and experiences and working together to find reasonable answers and paths forward. I have tried to present a forum where people could share their experiences safely and come to grips with them. With me sharing first, it opens doors for others.
I will say that I have been accused of being in league with the devil and one person started a substack specifically to attack me along those same lines.
Thank you, I have felt confused and alone for a very long time. Even once I began to understand much of what my dreams were trying to tell me, the things that have felt every bit as real in my waking life have seen me called, and treated, as if I were crazy.
I can easily believe that you have been attacked so.
One thing I'm coming to really know is that we all carry grains of truth, every religion in the world has at least segments of things they understand and our myths and legends are also based in truth. Once you start speaking like this, a lot of people do decide you're a heathen. I think that what it boils down to is what the individual decides to do with their understanding, serve themselves? Or serve God and others?
Very nice to finally witness truth being set right out there.
everything you have stated rings true. as they say don't say in France Sacre Merde. They do however laugh when I say it. Serving God and others is the ultimate act of truth and compassion, at least from my perspective. Dogma can go to the dark place where it belongs.
David, have you looked at the Bible translated from the ancient Aramaic texts which was translated by George Lamsa. Rocco Errico helped in the work. Rocco is still alive. I had a class with him and have also been to many of his talks when I lived in the Atlanta, Georgia area. He has also written books with more information about the translations. He has a foundation named Noohra. He is very knowledgeable. You can also listen to the Lords Prayer in Aramaic there.
No, I did not translate any of the minor prophets that were written in Aramaic. I did translate a part of one at the request of a friend, it has to do with the 7 candles with lips. It has to do with what is happening in the world today. two candle stands with 7 candles total with lips standing between two olive trees. I'll email you information about that.
The George Lamsa Bible was translated to English.
David, I love geckos. I saw many in Puerto Rico. I talked to them. They perked their heads up as if listening. I especially loved seeing them in my house where they were always green. Locals said they eat insects which was good. The ones I saw outside were usually brown.
I’m trying to remember of any similar experiences like yours. I will post later if I remember any.
Experiences I have had that appear different from even my spiritual friends is that sometimes “I KNOW” what I am to do. When this happens the way is magically made for me to do it. It is as if I have tapped into a divine knowing. It is when I am in “The Zone”. Life unfolds in an order I could not have done alone. Sometimes this KNOWING has preceded the event by 6 months.
After barely surviving the 2 hurricanes in 2 weeks in Puerto Rico I had an unusual experience that let me know I would survive.
My usual morning routine was to take my coffee out on the front porch and enjoy the beauty which included dozens of pidgins sitting together on a high wire going to a neighbor’s house.
After the hurricanes all birds had disappeared.
I found a woman to stay in my house and care for my dogs in the event I could ever leave Puerto Rico for much needed medical care. I asked the woman to move in immediately.
We were sitting on the front porch. A fat pigeon / dove flew in and landed on an iron bar which was around the openings on my house for protection. The bird sat at eye level looking at me. It didn’t move. I was surprised to see a bird again and a fat one at that plus it kept looking at me from a couple feet away. After awhile the bird flew and hovered over my head. I sat silently while the other woman freaked out. I soon learned she was an evil person.
I knew when the bird hovered over me that I would survive. This experience was like an anointing.
I took photos of the bird before it hovered over me.
I never saw this bird or others before I was able to leave 30 days after the second hurricane.
This was a powerful experience.
interesting experience, messages come in many forms
very cute your little gecko friend...
one of my sisters used to see ‘imaginary beings’ ... my parents liked to vacation in the Pacific Northwest and we frequently went for walks in the rainforest... it is so quiet there with moss & lichens upholstering all surfaces, muffling the faraway sounds & forcing focus on your immediate surroundings... the drip of a raindrop landing upon a leaf, your own crunchy footsteps... then all of a sudden... my sister would run mad top-of-her-lungs screaming down the path ‘eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee’ ... this happened all the time and, of course, not to be left out of the fun my other sister and i would chime in too....
somehow this evolved to where everyone in the family knew this was about the ‘Eelies’ which were fairies.
my mom actually asked her why they were called ‘Eelies’ and she said it was because of the sound they made.
for many years i chalked this up to her wild imagination but changed my mind recently when bought a used Time Life book about fairies & elves at a library book sale... apparently, according to legend, the proper terminology for fairy folk is... ‘Seelies’... and why is this?... because of the ‘sound’ they make.
on a less comical note she also saw some really horrible monster creature in the Oregon Caves ... my dad said she was clinging on to his leg for dear life and refused to continue on the tour... after that, any other caves we visited like Carlsbad Caverns,etc. she would just wait for us outside... it must have been horrific because she still won’t talk about it...did a little research on this and the stream that runs through the Oregon Caves is named after one of five rivers of Hades... the river Styx (Hate)...
wow, people's connections to things, it always amazes me. I have a friend, very scientific type that believes in fairies, mostly out of caution. He has a good connection to the mindstream and spouts things profound quite often and does not know where it comes from.
He has been in a vaccine lawsuit for many years and had exhausted all of his appeals except one, the "they made a malicious mistake" and was granted a rebuttal. He saw what he deemed as a fairy circle in his yard, and won the appeal shortly after.
it’s humbling to me everything i’m unaware of... meow🐱
it does make a person wonder about all of the things we may be missing. I am of the mind that behind legends and myths there is a truth. I try to be open to these things, and your sister's story holds lots of water. Do not know what to do with it.
Your story about Mt. Saint Helens reminded me of an ancestor of mine. His family moved to Utah a couple of years after it was settled (wisely choosing to stock on $ and supplies first, so they wouldn't starve). The same stranger appeared to him at least 3 times, in California as well as Utah. Once was standing on the side on the road, waiting for their wagon to come along; once in a storm; and once in CA when he walked out of the forest. Each time he was warned of certain events or given information that assisted him.
I've had no such thing happen to me. My wife, though, has "spiritual talents." She sees aurae, occasionally describing them to me. She has seen spirits of the deceased (we assume by what transpired) and has communicated with some. She became afraid and has been surprising her abilities for some years, successfully, except for the aurae. I've been thinking about encouraging to "boot it back up" because I would sure like to know a little more about the timing of events to come and when else I can do to prepare.
God does communicate to me, but usually to provide comfort rather than direction (or so my weak mind thinks). I've been distraught (naturally, I believe) after knowing what's coming, and I don't think it's healthy. I was listening to a podcast where the guest said something that struck me to the core. Essentially, God can do more with less (Gideon's story, from the OT).
I wish there was a way we could communicate in a more private fashion so as to not worry about evil eyes looking on.
BTW, I was in Lacy, WA, when Mt. St. Helens erupted. Fortunately, Lacy is roughly northeast as the ash cloud went west the first time and north the second, missing us. I did spent some time in Toledo (or was it Winlock?), if you know where that is.
interesting, lots of people have these experiences of different types. two ways to communicate private, 1 reply to my newsletter from you inbox. 2 reply to this comment with the first 4 letters of your email address. would love to talk off the record