Unidentified Flying Object

In the spring of 2003, a group of friends and I decided we would go on a camping trip.  We packed 2 vehicles in with buddies, gear and enough food that could feed an army of stoned high school boys.  And being the intelligent college kids that we were, we left San Diego just in time to hit LA traffic 20 minutes out  of S.D.

Great. 

Only 4 hours to get to LA and then another 4 hours to our destination.

But not to worry. We were well equipped with a lifestyle supply of assenine humor, munchies, and every 80’s pop singer’s greatest hits…. Can you say Wilson Phillips, “Hold on?” (The mere mention of that song and I get lost into a vortex of Wilson Phillips.  Singing it outloud in my head as my eyes start to glaze over and my slack jaw murmurs every other word… :gasp!: I’ve revealed too much)

Anyhow, as we crept up the 5 frwy in L.A. traffic that moved slower than a fat kid moving toward the veggie tray, we were starting to near Anaheim, the proud home of Disneyland.  Sitting in the backseat driver’s side, I noticed this interesting plume of smoke billowing out behind what looked like an acme missile. Kind of that classic cartoon missile shape.   The cloud behind it was this technicolored ribbon of bright hued oranges, to purples and blues. 

As I stared at it, I couldn’t quite understand what it was. The smoke didn’t seem to move or dissipate into the atmosphere at all. It seemed to be made of frosting, decorating the sky and frozen in time.

Perhaps it was a new ride at Disneyland?  A big missile seemed like an odd choice for the happiest place on earth.  I also don't recall ever being able to see any rides from the freeway.

As we continued to inch along the 5, I kept looking at this missile with this radiantly long plume, trailing behind it. It was mesmorizing in a way.  The smoke was an incredible array of sunset colors and the tail seemed like it was a long and fiery comet. And though it never seemed to travel or move, the object seemed to grow at an indistinguishable rate like those dinosaur toys that grow in water.  The longer we sat in the car, the bigger it got and the longer the tail grew, but the smoke remained a permanent fixture in the sky.

Eventually the object grew large enough that it didn’t seem logical for it to be a ride at Disneyland in the distance.  However,  I still could not figure out what it was. And what really started to perplex me, was that I also could not understand the distance it was to us, and even the shape.  I had at one point sworn that it was a Billboard perhaps. A 2 dimensional painting of a missile and a comet painted so real that it was a highly effective optical illusion, but not an actual object in the sky.   The other 2 people in the car also started to become very confused.  None of us could get a grasp on it’s actual size, relation in proximity to us, if it was a sculptural object or if it was a photograph.  And at this point we hadn’t even questioned if it was moving or not, because again it seemed to be completely still.

The object however, did not stop growing and we became increasingly disturbed by this.  We started calling the other car on our cell phones, highly alarmed. Wondering if they could explain what we were seeing, but they were as equally confused and frightened.  And the object, it just continued to grow.

The tension in the car went from inquisitive and confused to paniced and scared.  I remember screaming over and over again, “What is that thing?”  And like the most horrific zit on Prom day, the object did not stop growing.  I remember looking out of the backseat window and seeing that it had taken up almost all of the visual property  my window would allow.  

All I could see was silver.

At this point, we were in full swing manic mode.  Everybody in the car was screaming and pointing, grasping at some kind of understanding on what it could be.  I wish I could explain the surrealism of it and absurdity that it presented our feebile minds with.  How could something grow to that size without ever appearing to move?  Why can’t I understand where it actually is in relation to me and at what speed it is growing? 

When I looked out the other side of the car, I realized it wasn’t just our car’s own collective mental trip.  People were frightened to the core.  Panicing on their cell phones,  rubber necking out of their windows and getting into car crash after car crash.  It was like a scene from Independence day.  I must have seen at least 5 sepearate car crashes within the span of 2 minutes.  And no one even cared. They simply stayed on their phones and stepped out of their cars in the standstill highway, staring at the huge metal object in the sky.

At its peak, the object had grown so large in size that I could no longer see around it.  All I could see was a tiny sliver of blue sky on the horizon and the rest of the sky was covered by an object that was a brilliant and bright silver.  It was completely smooth like looking at the underbelly of a spoon from God.  

The sheer size of it made it impossible for me to comprehend what was happening, where it was in distance, and again, whether or not it was moving.  It is the most massive thing I have ever seen and truly unfathomable on all accounts. 

After several moments of screaming and demanding to know what it was, my mind eventually found a calm and a peace.  I was going to die.  There was no other option.  There was no physical way that we could drive away from the situation.  It was so massive that I wasn’t sure anyone in the United States would be able to escape the possible reprecussions of what was about to happen.  I had a few imagined moments of a sudden explosion, and my last images being of me and my friends flying through the air in slow motion as the world burned beneath us.  And then I realized that I would rather not suffer in pain and just embrace what would happen next.

And then to my surprise, when there was hardly any sky left to be witnessed, I blinked.

I blinked and there was a flash of light and the entire metal object seemed to just pop like a bubble. Vanished.  Completely plucked from the sky.  At that moment all of time stood completely still.  Here it comes, I thought to myself.   This is the moment before everything gets blown to smithereans. And I just sat there, calmly, waiting for it. Waiting to hear the thunderous boom and to have my body atomized into the atmosphere…

But it never came.

Nothing. Ever came.

No boom, no explosion, not even a gust of wind happened. Nothing.  I couldn’t believe it.  I simply could. Not. Believe. It.  How do you get rid of an object so unfathomably large, in a splice of a second without some crazy vaccum effect, or at least a loud noise? A butterfly could have farted and it would have had a bigger impact.  Nothing.  

At first I was certain that it was something of the chemical warfare variety.  Anthrax or Napalm or something that might take a few minutes for it to kick into effect. But again there was nothing.

Was it all a dream?  Had I imagined all of this?  But when I looked back  into the sky, the long, technicolored plume of smoke still remained. As buoyant, and pristine as ever. It was as if someone had plasticeaned the smoke and it was hung by a string in the sky. 

The people standing on the freeway were equally as stunned. No one could believe what had happened and strangely, there wasn’t much conversation around it either. People hoped back into their cars and we all continued to inch up the 5 freeway that Friday afternoon as if all was normal again.

I immediately started to call several of my friends and family and demanding that they turn on the news and see if anything was being reported about the event that just occurred.  Nothing. There was nothing on the news.

An hour had gone by and finally we heard a few reports on the radio.  The news had tried to pass it off as a missile launch testing that was well publicized before it occurred.  There were families on the news stating that they knew there would be a missile launch test and had all  brought out launch chairs and gathered as a family to watch. They had been anticipating it all week.  Some went so far as to say that they had created a family picnic outside so they would be sure not to miss it.

This was the first time that I had realized the elaborate and blatant lies that the news had been feeding us. 

A missile launch test over the 5 freeway in Anaheim on a Friday at 5pm?  You couldn’t find a desert to do this in the wee hours of the night?  The Mojave was suddenly occupied with every ruler of every country that afternoon, so you decided to test over Los Angeles during traffic hour?

And what was even more disturbing was that I had friends believe the news account versus my first hand experience. A first hand experience that I shared with 2 others in my car, and 3 other friends in the car behind us.  Not to mention the several hundred people that got into a car accident at the same time that will need to explain to their insurance companies that they saw a huge metal disc that filled the entire sky.

To this day, I can’t be certain that I know what I saw that day and how it disappeared so effortlessly.   Like the simple pop of a bubble and boom / flash it’s vanished.  I have my theories and ideas about it. If you’re interested, you can ask me about it some time.  Something along the lines of living in a holographic universe…if that's your topic. 

What I find almost disturbing however, is that this last year, I had a 10 year reunion with the same friends that were on that trip.  I asked them to recount the details as they saw it, just to make sure I had not inflated the story over the years and that I remembered it all correctly.  This is probably THE most significant thing I have ever witnessed with my own eyes and it is really important to me that I have all the details right.  The 2 in my car remembered it EXACTLY as I did. I did not have to fill in the blanks for them, they told me their story, just as I described here.  What I found interesting however is that the other car did not remember the incident very well at all until we reminded them of how it just vanished.  At that point it came back to them, and they smiled it off. 

HOW could you have EVER forgotten about that?  It was almost as though it was too much for the human mind to comprehend, so it didn’t.  It got placed in a box labeled, “unexplainable” and placed on a dusty shelf in the back of their brains.  It makes me wonder how often this happens to all of us. 

All I know, is that, that must have been what happened to the Native Americans when the Europeans ships first came upon their land. There are stories that they weren’t even capable of seeing the ships until they were nearly on land because their brains had never fathomed that reality before, so it just did not compute.

Regardless, I am grateful that things did not end in tragedy and suffering. And if it is indeed holographic technology, I can't wait to get my hands on it too. I'd sure as hell create something way cooler than a silver disk in the sky. 

Aliens + Angels = BFF's

As the Winter Solstice approaches, I am feeling very aware of the shifting in energy and my feelings of needing to purge old stories, and make clearer declarations of who I am becoming and what I invite into my life.   Like a snake, I can feel myself shedding old skin with clouded eyes, and starting the process to emerge.  Diving into the darkness of winter and emerging into the light of spring to come.

I was inspired to find a meditation to use for focus in this time and the first thing that came up was a meditation with Archangel Gabriel. The Guardian who presides over winter. He is the Archangel of Vision, and also the Archangel of revelation, creativity and faithful service…. How perfectly suited for this time.

And it brought be back to this dream…this dream when I first met Gabriel.  This dream that I have relived over and over again and it still comes back to teach me.  It was one of the most powerful and profound “dreams” I have ever had and I remember every detail…

I suddenly woke up in my pod.  That’s right. A pod, just like the kind in the Matrix.  Except I wasn’t in a spaceship.   I was in a huge cave.  And not just me, but thousands of people, sleeping in their pods.

When I woke, I sat up out of my pod and looked around. The pods were half submerged in a shallow pool of electric blue water that seemed to be bottom lit.   They were glowing from the light reflecting into their spheres, making them look like angelic dew drops perfectly in a row.

As I started to become present to my surroundings and what was happening, I immediately thought I should not be awake.  This was a mistake. I broke some kind of rule like I always do and here I am.  I must have died on earth.

I looked next to me and I saw many friends from different stages of my life all asleep in their clear glowing eggs. I even saw Ex President Bush Jr a few rows over.

As I looked around the cave, I noticed a tiny thread of light shining down into the cave like a silver string from heaven.  The walls seemed to dance with moving shadows. Shadows of animals moving back and forth, watching us.  And as I looked over, I saw a little brown alien, walking by each pod with his hand out.  He was short with skinny limbs, a little belly, and almost dreadlocked, curly hair.   He moved through the rows, steadily and methodically, whispering to each person in their pod, what their life mission was.

I crept out of my pod as I observed him doing his work and I eventually felt called to approached him.  What happened next took me completely by surprise.

He turned to me and ever so gently touched my forehead.  At that moment I felt this very physical and powerful, thick wash of warm, gooey love pour over me. Melting over my body and through my soul like a warm syrup.  But in all of its power and bigness, it never felt heavy.  It was strangely so light and breathable.  Never cumbersome.  The duality of the magnitude of this strong power, balanced by a freeness and a liberty left me feeling so safely helpless.   A light went off in my soul and I thought instantly, “This is what true love feels like.”  Love in its most authentic and pure form. Something that my soul recognized instantly and melted into, and something that I had never experienced in my earthly body.  It was so foreign and so familiar.

All time seemed to stand still.  It was completely obsolete.   I have no idea how long I stood there, with my eyes closed letting the nectar drip over me and fill my entire being.  But when I finally opened my eyes softly, he had already walked away and was continuing his work blessing the people sleeping in their pods, reminding them of their highest purpose.

I stood there heart wide open, feeling courageously vulnerable, rooted and corrected.  My eyes were welling up with tears of gratitude. So grateful that I got to feel that level of love and pureness again. Something that I’d receive glimmers of here and there, but for the most part love on that level had always seemed so conceptual and theoretical.  But here I was basking in it now and I knew that I must never forget this feeling again. That now that I‘ve felt it and know it, that I must always work to come back to that place if I were to get lost.

So completely overwhelmed with inspiration and gratitude, I knew I could not hold on to it on my own. I had to share it.

So I came back to the little alien, closed my eyes and touched his heart.  I stood there with him and tried my best to return the favor and fill him with as much love as he gave to me.   And as we stood there, we both opened our eyes.  I looked at him and his eyes were full of tears. And then he spoke.  His name was Anthony.

He asked me, “ Do you know when the last time anyone has touched me?” to which I replied, “I do not.”

“It has been millions upon millions of years.”

I couldn’t believe that it had been so long since another being had touched him.   I stood there slightly baffled, not knowing how to respond.

And just when I thought it might be time for my awkward exit and directions out of the cave, Anthony turned to me and said, “I have something for you.”

He then presented me with what he called a water bow.  It looked like a 9 ft. tall bow and arrow, made of black wrought iron steel.  It was a sculptural masterpiece, bent into the most beautiful and intricate swirl patterns.  There were 2 arrows mounted on it and it seemed to tower over me in its height and majesty.   He told me that it was my tool to use in the light revolution.

The next thing he told me was, “Gabriel.  Gabriel will be your partner.”  And without looking, I could feel a big, strong and safe presence standing behind me. But I never turned to look at him.  I did not want to break my gaze with Anthony.

“Together you and Gabriel will fight the light revolution. Use him as your guide and he will protect you.”

I simply nodded and thanked him and before I knew it, Gabriel and I were leaving the cave.  Squeezing through tight and muddy corridors we emerged into a gorgeous field of tall, silvery grass, lit by the full moon.

I stood there feeling the gentle breeze of the night gliding across my skin, and I had never felt so complete in my entire life.

And then I woke.

In the years since, I have thought of this dream often. Wondering what this water bow is and how it works, if I am indeed doing this work that I am meant to do or if I am completely failing, and who the heck is Gabriel anyways?

Since then, so much has emerged from this dream.

The day after the dream, I told one of my best friends about it.  Is he spiritual? Yes, but he hides it underneath the most surly attitude.  As I started to tell him this story however, he jumped out of his chair and began to weep.  The night before he too had a dream where he was presented a bow and arrow from an angel, made of fire, with 2 bows and was told it was his tool to use in the light revolution. Pretty stunning.

But what is this bow?

I once talked to a Native American Priest about this to which he was extremely concerned.  He told me that the water bow was only used in the spirit realm and that once when he was a young boy, he saw his grandfather taken underground by a group of little brown men and that his grandfather had never come back since then. He warned me to be careful and not to be tricked by them.  He was genuinely afraid I would be kidnapped forever.   But he did not have my experience and he did not know the profound beauty I had experienced with one of these little brown men, with Anthony.

Then a little later I heard of a story of a man who was invited to go to a spiritual council with a group of Mayan priests.  It was quite the big deal as no one had ever been invited that was not of Maya descent.  But because of his work, they had invited him.  He told a story of him walking through a field at night and moving through muddy corridors into a cave.  The cave had opened up inside and there was a shallow pool of electric blue water.  He recounts that there were shadows of animals on the walls and what looked like little brown men hiding in the shadows.  This was his waking account.

The moment I heard this story, I shuddered. I knew instantly that, that is where I went to in my dreams that night.  The similarity of the environment described was completely uncanny.

I have also come to learn that Gabriel… Gabriel is a really great guy. Gabriel’s role as a bringer of visions makes him the Archangel who reveals the truth of one’s unique role in the world.  The Soul’s true calling or higher purpose if you will, and empowers one to pursue that Higher Purpose successfully.  Pretty friggin’ stoked to have him around, I’ll say.

To this day, the mystery of this dream has not been completely unraveled.   But I learn little by little as I move through this life.

And I realize that this is some intensly hippy woo woo magic for some of you. But you know what, in this world, the idea of what is real and what is true seems so arbitrary to me. I feel that I don’t actually know anything.  I don’t really know why the sky is blue, or how a car works, or even what an object truly looks like.  If I see the world like this, and flies can see UV colored rays and view it through a lens which multiplies it into 6…I can’t believe that I know that there is a right and singular truth.  There are things to be discovered and learned and I choose to trust those theories and ideas, but in reality, I don’t actually know those things to be true.  I just believe them.  The ONLY thing that I know,  I know, is how I feel. And that is it.

That is my only sense of truth.

So in that sense, I am so profoundly grateful for the gift of knowing that feeling of love and goodness in my heart.  I only wish that I was better at retaining it.   I am also so grateful to know that I can always call upon spirit to keep me on my own unique path.   I am so humbled by it.

So now, I guess let’s just try and not fuck it up.