Energy

What exactly is energy? Energy is everywhere, everything. Sometimes we can perceive it. Sometimes we can’t, at least not at a fully conscious level.

I have personally experienced this first hand, and after reading a blog about dark energies and entities by Renate Hechenberger (http://coreonnewenergyenglish.wordpress.com/2012/07/13/entities-and-other-team-dark-energies/), I feel there is the possibility that I understand more about what takes place around us on a regular basis without our knowledge.

I believe all of us are influenced by unperceivable forms of energy from time to time, be it negative or positive. We might feel down or even sad for no apparent reason. Personally, there’ve been times when I have felt as though something external has suddenly passed through me and altered my mood.
The mind is such an amazing thing, however. This could be the mere product of a subconscious thought.

We as humans are constantly reproducing different images in our minds (from how beautiful a day it is outside to how horrible it was when I broke my leg in the sixth grade to worries about the future, etc.) even though we may not realize it. There is always a chance that these sudden changes in attitude may be brought upon by a familiar smell, or an image of something which may produce negative thoughts because of an unpleasant childhood experience buried deep in our subconscious.

Or, as Hechenberger’s assessment on the subject suggests, we may come in contact with something that may carry a load of negative energy, a doll that belonged to a girl who was physically abused, a chair previously used as a weapon, or even a place with a turbulent past.

I am personally fascinated by the topic and try to keep an open mind to all possibilities.
Furthermore, in Hechenberger’s blog, there is reference to how certain drugs, including alcohol and marijuana, can weaken our auras and therefore allow certain negative forms of energy, or entities, to invade us.

As comical as this may sound, some family members of mine once decided to help my grandmother alleviate her constant back pain by making her a large amount of brownies loaded with pot. Admittedly, even though I am not a regular consumer of this drug, I wanted to try some and ended up eating about three or four brownies (more for the chocolaty taste than anything else), not realizing exactly how much THC I was actually consuming.

It took nearly two hours for me to feel the effects. At first I felt good, a mild state of euphoria. After a while I began to hear a voice in my head (no, I have never heard voices before, and the marijuana was not laced with anything. I did have way too many brownies though), the voice of a little girl (possibly my deceased sister) singing the same song over and over again, something from out of a horror movie.

I stumbled my way to the bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling with the lights on.
She continued.

“Are..they.. out..there?” She sang these words.
It was as if she were right next to me, whispering the soft tunes into my ears.

“Are..they..out…there?”

Moments later there was only silence, when I suddenly felt as if I couldn’t breathe. My esophagus was closing up (I don’t think it ever actually closed up, likely just the psychological effects of the drug), and as I lay on my bed, hysterical, I believed a pair of hands had penetrated my body, gripping my esophagus while pulling it as if it were a rope in a violent game of tug-of-war. I then felt another pair of cold hands pulling my ankles, as if some extra dimensional being was trying to drag me into its world.
I began to scream, “please don’t take me! I don’t want to go!”

As ridiculous as this may sound for an adult, I began to cry, gripping the sides of the bed to prevent myself from being dragged away to some horrific place where I would never again be seen. I closed my eyes, and even though I am a self proclaimed agnostic, I began to pray. I don’t remember much after that.

I know what you’re probably thinking. You just had a bad trip, that’s all.
Probably.

But I am open to the possibility that my energy levels had weakened to the point where I may have perceived (and actually felt) something from a realm outside of our own. Had some form of energy been following me for a long time and decided to take advantage of my altered state of mind to manifest itself at the perfect time?

Either that or I’m nuts and I had to get high to realize it….









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First Contact

What happens when the debate on whether we are the only intelligent forms of life in the Universe comes to a sudden end? When the secrecy and controversy about the existence of UFO’s dissolves in a matter of seconds? How will humans react when on an ordinary day (or night) the sky suddenly becomes flooded with extraterrestrial aircraft, to the point where EVERYONE can see them, leaving absolutely no room for doubt or misinterpretation?

How do religious zealots -those who have ardently dismissed any possibilities outside of their own traditional belief system- respond when their rigid frame of mind is shattered to pieces within a moment’s time?

     

Is there global panic, mass suicide and an astronomical demand for valium, marihuana and other mind altering substances to calm our nerves? Or do we as Earthlings simply unite, putting aside our differences when we realize we were never so different after all?

 What do our visitors think when they find us in a world that has been poisoned by our own artificial chemicals….our own destructive thoughts, words and actions? Do they laugh at us as we do at stray cats that hiss and swat at each other for no reason?

That day may come sooner than we think…….

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Endless Possibilities

No. I don't claim to be the victim of frequent alien abductions. I don’t spend countless hours sitting on the rooftop of my home, waiting for the Mother Ship. And I do believe most UFO sightings are either misinterpretations of other flying objects such as flares, balloons (even hot air balloons), sky lanterns, or simple fabrications of the imagination.

I also believe most of those “mysterious” crop circles that have been found in different parts of the world are nothing more than the product of very determined hoaxers. I remember seeing a special on the Discovery Channel that proved how elaborate and efficient these individuals are at convincing naive locals that their works of art came from superhuman beings from outside our solar system.

With all this, as crazy as it may sound, I still believe in the possibility that we have been visited by sentient beings from another realm.

There is still a small percentage of UFO sightings that have yet to be disproven. One example, among my favorites, is that of the Phoenix lights over Phoenix, Arizona in 1997, witnessed by hundreds of people in different parts of the city and state, a case that has yet to be fully understood.  For more on the in depth story, check out the free documentary here:

Personally, I have only experienced one possible UFO encounter which took place on a camping trip in the mountains of Colombia, South America. I was walking near a lake in Neusa national park at night with some friends. Suddenly, hovering over the lake were about four mysterious lights which moved towards us rapidly. They were silent and resembled the tail lights of a small car from a distance. They came extremely close to the shore and disappeared. Not a single sound had been produced.

Granted, it was very dark. The lights could have come from some remote control lanterns that didn’t create any sound. I guess I’ll never know for sure.

Either way, let’s try and make some sense of it all. There is an infinite amount of stars in our Universe. More than we could ever imagine.

In case some of you didn’t know: the sun is a star.

As time goes by, astronomers are finding more and more planets which may harbor life, similar to that on Earth, in other reaches of the Universe. How many more are there? Millions, trillions? An infinite amount? What are the chances of certain beings on other worlds having surpassed us in a million ways with respect to inherent intellect and understanding of the Universe, finding ways to defy the “laws” of physics in order to make the journey into our solar system, penetrating our biosphere without us being fully aware of it?

How about theories that differ from the traditional, linear, space travelling Christopher Columbus notion?    

What about that which we cannot see?

According to astronomers, physicists and other “experts” on the subject, matter only makes up 4% of what is actually out there, the other 23% is made up what is known as “dark matter” and the rest is a mysterious energy which is reportedly causing the Universe to quickly “expand”. In summary, most of the Universe is nothing more than a giant question mark, so how can we be so sure that the small percentage of truly unexplained lights in the sky originate from visible beings traversing the Universe, thinking just as humans would, wanting to “explore” and “learn" more about us?

How do we know we aren’t being visited on a regular basis by beings from the distant future, a time and place where the Earth differs greatly from the way we know it?

How do we know we can actually see those who can “see” us?

There is always the chance they form part of a fifth, sixth or seventh dimension and regard our world as something truly plain and void of essence in comparison to theirs, as we might see a stick figure drawing on a white piece of paper.

What about the possibility that we are nothing more than some crazy science experiment from a much higher species? Our true creators? They monitor us on a regular basis, and they’ve created this little place we call the Universe, which is all really a tiny artificial droplet on a Petri dish from some other realm far beyond the reaches of our little brains. 

There are so many possibilities.

Now that I think about it, maybe I will spend the rest of the night on the rooftop. I’m sure if I wait long enough, the Mother Ship will come….



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An unexpected visit

Let me tell you a little bit about an experience I had many years ago. Granted, I was only a child. But this was something that will stay with me until the day I die.

I was 10 years old at the time. It was the 4^th of July and I was visiting my father in his apartment in Queens, New York (my parents divorced when I was four years old and my mother took custody of me). My father had consumed an excessive amount of alcohol and became very violent. He later passed out and was taken into his room by his wife.

That night I tried to sleep in my bed with my stepsister, who was only five years old at the time, but I couldn’t. I remained wide awake with the light on in my room, the door completely open. There wasn’t a sound except for the occasional car passing by far below us, the monotonous tick tock of the clock on the wall.

At around two in the morning, after everybody was fast asleep, including my father, I heard footsteps just outside of the doorway. We were on highest floor of the apartment building, and I knew someone was on their way to visit us. But who would be making their way up the stairs at this time of night?
Suddenly I heard the front door knob being tampered with. Even though the sound was out in the living room, which was pitch dark at the moment, I knew somebody was trying to get inside. I was terrified.

The door popped open.

My father lived in an old apartment building. I heard the long squeak of the front door as it opened, slowly. Small, subtle footsteps became noticeable in the living room. Whoever had been fiddling with the doorknob was now inside. I then heard a voice that I will never forget, a voice that belonged to a baby girl that must have been around three or four years old.
“Daddy, daddy,” she called, sounding like a desperate child in need of her father.
I heard her perfectly.

I clearly remember trying to wake Alison, my stepsister, who slept beside me. “Alison, wake up. There’s somebody in here. Please wake up!” But I was too afraid to speak above a whisper. Maybe whoever was in the living room would hear me and make their way into my room. Alison didn’t wake up.

I cried as silently as possible. I then hid underneath the covers, closed my eyes, and continued crying with my eyes closed as tight as possible.
“Daddy..daddy..daddy…” the little girl in the living room continued, louder each time.
I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, still traumatized, I told my father about the incident. He was extremely hung over, of course, and didn’t want to speak about anything. What I told him woke him out of his early morning daze. Startled him. It was almost as if my words had struck a chord. He became angry. He told me that I had only had a nightmare. But I knew that wasn’t true. Even though I was only a child, I knew the difference between dreams and reality.

Later that day I called my father’s younger sister, my aunt Vero, who was living in Florida at the time. I told her exactly what had happened to me that night. She couldn’t believe what I was telling her. She almost cried. She then told me a story I will never forget.
Before marrying my mother, my father was married to another woman. He had a daughter who they named Mary. Mary was my father’s pride and joy. His favorite little girl in the entire world.
Towards the end of June, in the summer of 1979, Mary, at the age of three, had been playing in a pool. Her mother thought it would be safe to leave her with another girl, who was a few years older than her, while she went inside for a moment.

Mary drowned. She was in a coma for about a week. She died in the hospital on July 4^th 1979.
Since that day my father became another person. Alcohol ruled his life for the years to come, even after having met my mother who later gave birth to me.

The sound of fireworks every July 4^th would turn him into another human being. On this date, every summer, he would drink himself silly, just as he had done on that night when I was only ten years old.

There is no doubt in my mind that I was visited by my deceased sister whom I have never met.
I consider myself an extremely rational human being. I often try to debunk any possible occurrence which may be misinterpreted as being “paranormal”. But what happened to me on that terrifying July 4^th was no dream, hallucination or misinterpretation of any kind. At the time of the occurrence, I had no idea about my father’s tragic history. I had no idea that there had ever been a little girl named Mary in my father’s turbulent life. Who would want to explain that to a ten year old in the first place?
Since then I have tried to come up with a “reasonable” explanation to the voice I heard on that night, over twenty years ago. After so many years of deep thought, I have come to the same exact conclusion.

My deceased sister visited me that night.
Which brings me back to the same question that’s been ricocheting in my head for a very long time. Is there any way to scientifically explain what took place in that apartment on the night of July 4^th 1990?

Can any religion explain the events that took place that night?

After being dead for so long, where did Mary come from? Is she in heaven? Has she been living in a dimension that is unknown and therefore unperceivable by man?

Is she here with me right now or has she been reborn as another human being on this very planet, or in another world quite different from our own?

What did she want on July 4th 1990?

Opening our minds in a mystic world

We were told that we are the creation of God, a sentient, superior being who initially left a man and a woman who went by the names of Adam and Eve. Later we were told that we are the product of evolving apes. We were told that after we die our souls either go to heaven or to hell, depending on our lifetime behavior. Later we were told that there is no scientific explanation for a soul, that we are the mere product of organic material that ceases to exist once our hearts have stopped beating.

With globalization, we have learned about the existence of other cultures and beliefs along with completely contrasting ways of interpreting the world around us.

But which one harbors the absolute truth? Where do we come from and what is the meaning of life? Is all existence a mere coincidence or a creation from a conscious entity? This is something both religion and science have been attempting to explain for the longest time, an incendiary topic which has sparked controversy, even extreme forms of violence towards those with opposing views.
As odd as this may sound, I’ve been trying to decipher the meaning of life since I was an early adolescent and consider myself fortunate to not have been brought up with any strict dogmas which often hinder our ability to interpret things in a nonbiased manner. I am neither a creationist nor an atheist, nor Catholic nor Jewish.


However, after many years of deep reflection on the topic at hand, I have come to a basic conclusion which can be interpreted in many different ways. My beliefs with respect to what we consider reality can be summed up with a quote by the famous philosopher of ancient Greece, Plato, on his account of the fellow Greek Philosopher Socrates.
“I only know one thing, that I know nothing.”


Those who solely take into account hard, scientific evidence to interpret the world around us only believe what can be proven. We now know of the existence of atoms, the smallest elements of matter, and numerous scientific discoveries which have led to countless inventions such as the modern day automobile, and of course, today’s most remarkable and world changing creation: the internet.
So how could anybody discredit science? We’ve learned so much about the world around us, about the universe in which we live, and most recently, about planets in other solar systems with extremely high probabilities of harboring life.


But what about the things that have yet to be explained? What about the countless UFO sightings around the world that have yet to be debunked no matter how much effort is put forth by national governments? How could other life forms make it here from so far away? Isn’t that impossible? What about the evidence brought forth by paranormal investigators who have managed to show the world Electric Voice Phenomena (EVP), recorded voices in places believed to be filled with energies from individuals who have already perished?


Surely both loyal supporters of science as well as religious enthusiasts (so not to use the word “fanatics”) wouldn’t hesitate for a moment before coming up with a simple “answer” to these ambiguous occurrences. But do we really know and understand what’s out there? Or would a higher being with a superior level of intelligence regard us as being just as aware of our true surroundings the way the roaches in the pantry are aware of theirs?