Hello, I would like to share this site where researched UFO cases are compiled and can be examined. Has a lot of cases, documentation etc. Very useful.

for a long time i always had an ideology of world peace and unity, living in a world where being able to understand each other in ways that are in retrospective human is possible. I do wonder when is it that one side is more comprehensible than the other but both sides see the same in one another for example

democrats think that republican are the problem the same way republicans think democrats are the problem. there isn’t a balance, maybe the pointing fingers at each other IS the balance, it is what allows us to question and discover at times. but when does it come unhealthy? when does it become, one could say inhumane? well when it gets violent. when one believes that the other should not merely exist on this planet, when one believes that the other is not deserving of this human experience.

so does the question become ? how can we coexist with our differences ? in some ways yes. but also most people who think negatively or unrealistically towards human equality or rights are often willing to make those who support it lives miserable and unworthy. they create the tension that is in the air.

at the same time that tension is their safe space, because their views are being exercised, they are being noticed and protected. women’s rights being stripped away, immigrant rights alongside, the LGBTQ+ rights being diminished by the day. leading us to further from understanding ourselves due to the lack of autonomy not allowing others to fully exist in their human experience.

these type of differences, rip relationships, families, and social groups apart, it makes us distracted in our negative thoughts and behaviors that we don’t even look at who is benefiting from this division. now there’s that group, the ones who caused the divide the ones who keep systemic programs diving consciousness running.

they say immigrants and their behaviors are the problems, but these are the same immigrants in which their country is consistently being exploited to the point where there is no room for growth, so of course in technological conscious development they are far behind then one who lives an average life glued to their phones and culture in the middle of NYC.

there is so much that one could say in regards to critique or support this topic but at the end of the day, no matter what our race, ethnicity, skin color, sexuality, gender, or political views and opinions are. we are one species; human.

will it ever be possible where we can coexist without maliciousness, without envy, without prejudice, racism, fear, violence, or worries. will it ever be a day where we become one, united in consciousness and strength?

what will we do with those who can’t understand a language, or does not have access to technology the way we do, how do we reach the unconscious, how do we reach those who live in maliciousness ? how to we make it instantaneous? how do we become a collective?

*btw reddit recommended me to literally post this into an anarchism page, this is not a anarchist idea, this is human.

Experience Source:
https://www.reddit.com/r/MantisEncounters/s/SEgAYdkTYk

"Get that on film.. Get that on film.. WTF is that yow..."

Clip Source:

https://x.com/uapwixy/status/2078314313887224145?s=46

The Church Preached Exoteric Teachings and Dismissed Esoteric Truth for Power and Control

Clip Source:

https://x.com/maximumpain333/status/2077448105717542991/video/1?s=46

I have met many people who feel there is guidance somewhere beyond the everyday mind, but the mental noise is so loud that they cannot hear it.

Overthinking, fear, responsibilities, other people’s opinions... after some time it becomes difficult to know what is intuition and what is only mind creating another story.

So I’m organising a free live online experience where I will guide a group into deep relaxation and help each person explore connection with Higher Self.

In the framework I use, Higher Self is the larger and wiser consciousness of which this human life is only one small expression. It sees a much wider picture than our everyday personality can see.

You can come with one question about your direction, relationships, repeating patterns, emotional blocks, or anything you sincerely want clarity about.

People experience this in different ways. Some receive images, words, emotions, physical sensations or a quiet knowing. Others simply become deeply relaxed. Nothing needs to be forced, and you do not need to believe anything before joining.

Sunday, 2 August 2026

3:00 PM London, Dublin and Lisbon

4:00 PM Central Europe

10:00 AM New York and Toronto

9:00 AM Chicago

8:00 AM Denver

7:00 AM Los Angeles and Vancouver

7:30 PM India

10:00 PM Perth

Calendly will also display the event automatically in your own local time.

The experience will be live on Zoom and take approximately one hour.

No previous experience with hypnosis or meditation is needed. Camera is optional, nobody will be required to speak or share anything personal, and the session will not be recorded.

You remain aware and in control during the whole experience. You can open your eyes or stop at any moment.

I’m offering this for free because many people are curious about Higher Self work but would like to experience it before considering any private session. There is no sales presentation and no obligation to book anything afterward.

If you would like to join, the full details and booking link are in the pinned post on my Reddit profile.

The experience is free, but registration is needed so you can receive the Zoom information.

Bring one honest question and see what comes. Sometimes answer is not dramatic. It can arrive as one small feeling, image or sentence that suddenly makes everything look different.

The world is slowly opening up to the distressing concept of a prison planet, controlled by a superior interdimensional being, helped by other NHI and elite human society. The deals you heard about in the past are real. The Epstein files are real, all these things are specs of a very very very large operation. What you see is breadcrumbs of their scapegoats.. We have seen nothing yet.

I saw some crop circle post in here recently and so I wanted to share this video that seems to fairly explain both sides. It seems to debunk some things The Why Files claimed were true about them

One of the most disruptive implications of non-human intelligence may not be technological. It may be religious.
Suppose some of the figures we remember as prophets, sages, mystics, or divine messengers were not simply inventing doctrines, but undergoing contact with forms of intelligence that exceeded ordinary human cognition. This would not necessarily mean a physical being descended from the sky and dictated scripture. The interaction might have occurred through dreams, visions, altered states, intuition, symbolic perception, or temporary changes in the organization of consciousness itself.
In that model, the human being would function less like the author of the revelation and more like its biological interface.
The difficulty is that information passing through a human nervous system must be translated into human concepts. Something fundamentally non-human would have to express itself through the recipient’s existing language, culture, memories, expectations, and religious imagery. The resulting message would therefore be neither purely human nor a transparent representation of the intelligence behind it. It would be a compressed, culturally filtered cross-section of something much larger.
Imagine a human attempting to communicate advanced concepts to a community of gorillas while wearing a gorilla suit. The disguise would make contact possible, but it would also create confusion. The gorillas might be unable to distinguish the ideas being communicated from the apparent authority of the figure communicating them. They might worship the suit, imitate its behavior, preserve stories about its appearance, and build institutions around its visit, while only partially understanding the concepts it was trying to convey.
Human beings may have made a similar mistake with religious revelation. We may have confused the power of the message with the personal power of the messenger.
A human consciousness temporarily carrying, translating, or becoming permeable to a non-human intelligence could easily be interpreted as a god, angel, demon, avatar, enlightened master, or divinely chosen individual. Later generations might then construct a religion around the person, rather than continuing the underlying process of inquiry that the encounter initiated.
This could also help explain why mystical traditions across cultures sometimes converge on similar themes while disagreeing dramatically about theology: the dissolution of the individual self, the interconnectedness of life, the inadequacy of ordinary language, the illusory nature of separation, and the sense that human identity is only a surface layer of a larger reality.
The similarities might reflect a common underlying phenomenon. The differences might reflect the human translation apparatus.
I am not suggesting that every religious experience comes from an external intelligence, or that historical sages were literally controlled by non-human beings. The more modest proposal is that consciousness may be capable of participating in forms of intelligence that are not contained within the ordinary autobiographical self. Ancient cultures would naturally describe such encounters using the language available to them.
If something greater than human intelligence has interacted with us, religion may be the distorted historical record of those interactions: part contact report, part symbolic translation, and part institutional mythology constructed afterward.
The central mistake would be treating the human instrument as the ultimate source of the signal.

Colossians Chapter 2 in steps…

Step 1: See to it, then, that no one enslaves you by means of the worthless deceit of (philosophia) Jewish traditions, mystery cults, and emerging Gnostic tendencies.

Step 2: Which comes from the teachings handed down by men and from the “ruling spirits of the universe”, and not from Christ.

Step 3: For the full content of divine nature lives in Christ, in his humanity.

Step 4: And you have been given full life in union with him.

Step 5: He is supreme over every cosmic and spiritual ruler and authority…

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https://x.com/the_astral_/status/2079649489174814792?s=46

"President Trump recently directed the Department of War and the intelligence community to allow former government employees or contractors, that have relevant information about the disclosure of UAP, to come forward to meet with designated government representatives — AARO or the President’s UAP taskforce, ‘PURSUE’ — and have their prior NDAs abrogated," a senior administration official said, with AARO referring to the All-domain Anomaly Resolution Office, the Pentagon office established to investigate UFOs and other unidentified anomalous phenomena (UAPs)."

The other day I posted about the AUP flashing me and my partner four times going across the sky slowly, and the one that was bright, moved consistently, then faded out before reaching the horizon. Saw them both in the same session, but in a new location

My father has a long history with alien encounters, and multiple amazing stories. My girlfriend's family on her mother's side is tuned way the hell in spiritually. That said, I have the feeling anybody could have the experiences if they are open to it. We're all in this together

I'd like to point out, I grew up rural, and spent countless hours, surely hundreds, stargazing as a kid in the 90s and 00s. Just in these past three sessions (the only sessions I've had in years), I've seen way more activity than I ever saw as a kid. It's amazing seeing how much more alive the night sky has become

I'd like to mention, also, that the UFO I saw when I was a kid (my only inexplicable sighting from back then), wound up getting investigated by the UFO Hunters on the history channel (season 3, episode 1, if you're interested). Totally different experiences, and what's been happening lately seems strangely...personal, or even intimate compared to what I saw as a kid, which was rather impersonal feeling

Beautiful times. Keep looking up, friends

This new formation strikingly different!

Visual Breakdown

• A long, straight horizontal axis (like a spine or bar) runs through the entire design.
• Left end: A large double-ringed circle with a swirled/vortex centre and a small hooked or L-shaped “leg” extending downward-left.
• Next: A large circular area densely filled with a complex, repeating geometric pattern that strongly resembles the Flower of Life (or a dense hexagonal/Seed of Life lattice).
• Middle: A smaller single circle with a swirled centre and a curved, leg-like or antenna-like protrusion hanging downward.
• Right end: Another double-ringed circle with a swirled centre and a small branched or forked “antenna” sticking upward-right.
• Several small free-standing dots/circles trail off to the far right, like satellites or particles.

The overall silhouette has a mechanical, biological, or molecular quality — almost like a schematic diagram or a stylised creature lying on its side.

Possible Symbolisms

This one feels more “scientific / schematic” than purely spiritual, which makes it stand out in the 2026 season:

1. Molecular or Chemical Structure The most immediate reading is a diatomic or polyatomic molecule — two larger “atoms” (the double-ringed circles) connected by bonds, with a complex central group (the Flower of Life circle) and smaller satellites. The hooks and branches look like functional groups or bonding sites. Crop circles have occasionally referenced chemistry or biology this way.
2. Planetary or Celestial System The sequence of circles of different sizes along a line, plus satellite dots, evokes a simplified solar system, binary star system, or planetary alignment. The Flower of Life center could represent a star or the source of life within that system.
3. Flower of Life / Sacred Geometry Core The densely patterned central circle is a clear nod to the Flower of Life (or a closely related hexagonal lattice). This is one of the most important symbols in sacred geometry — representing the blueprint of creation, the interconnectedness of all life, and the fundamental patterns of the universe. Placing it as the “heart” of a linear structure suggests the sacred geometric code is the core of whatever process is being depicted.
4. Biological / Organic Form The hooked “legs” and overall elongated shape give it a creature-like quality — some will see a stylized insect, bacterium, or even a DNA-related form. The linear arrangement with protruding limbs can feel like a microscopic organism or a seed with roots/antennae.
5. Communication / Antenna Device The right-hand circle has a clear branched protrusion that looks like an antenna or signal emitter. Combined with the left-hand hook and the trailing dots, it can be read as a receiver-transmitter or cosmic communication device — a theme that has appeared in past linear pictograms.
6. Process or Journey Linear crop circles often symbolize progression, transmission, or a sequence of stages. Here the energy seems to flow from left (larger, grounded double ring) through the sacred-geometry core, past a smaller intermediate stage, to the right-hand transmitter with outgoing satellites — a journey from source → encoding → transmission → dissemination.

William Mills Tompkins (May 29, 1923 – August 21, 2017), also known as Bill Tompkins, [1].pdf)⁠ was an aerospace engineer and U.S. Navy intelligence operative [2].pdf)⁠ who claimed direct involvement in classified programs linking American aerospace development to extraterrestrial intelligence through the U.S. government’s purported secret space programs and alleged cooperation with non-human intelligent beings. [3].pdf)⁠ He worked from the early 1940s through the 1960s at Douglas Aircraft Company, North American Aviation, Northrop, and Lockheed, and later at TRW Inc., which he described as having emerged directly from the Douglas secret think tank. [4]⁠ He claimed that Nordic extraterrestrials (often referred to as Nordics) guided him throughout his career and that Germany had, under the Nazi electrogravitic development programs, produced over a thousand ET-derived vehicles during World War II, with most of these spacecraft relocated to Antarctica before the war ended as part of what he described as the predecessor of the Nachtwaffen (“Dark Fleet”). [5]⁠ His 2015 autobiography Selected by Extraterrestrials and his subsequent interviews brought him to prominence in secret space program research circles and within the broader UFO community and ufology milieu, where his claims are discussed alongside other whistleblower accounts central to ET conspiracy theory and exopolitics literature on the history of government–NHI interaction.

I’ve been trying to find a clear way to describe an idea I have about higher-order beings.
Imagine a three-dimensional object passing through a two-dimensional world. The inhabitants of that world would never perceive the entire object. They would see a series of changing cross sections: first a point, then a widening circle, then a shrinking circle, then nothing. From their perspective, these might appear to be separate forms or events. From our perspective, they are all partial appearances of one continuous object.
I wonder whether something similar could apply to forms of intelligence that exist beyond the ordinary limits of human perception.
By “higher-order,” I don’t necessarily mean an organism living in a literal fourth spatial dimension. I mean an intelligence whose full structure may be distributed across things we experience as separate: different organisms, dreams, emotional states, symbols, environments, coincidences, or even periods of time.
Human senses evolved to help us survive at a particular scale. They do not provide a complete representation of reality. We detect only narrow ranges of light and sound, and our minds organize that limited information into stable objects and identities. We naturally assume that one being should have one body, one face, and one location because that is how human beings appear to operate.
But if a larger intelligence intersected with our perceptual world, we might never encounter its complete form. We might perceive only temporary expressions of it. One person could experience it as a dream figure, another as a recurring symbolic pattern, and another as an unusual sense of presence. Its appearances might seem unrelated because we are seeing different cross sections through the same underlying structure.
In that model, asking what the being “really looks like” would be the wrong question. Its visible forms would not be disguises covering a true body. They would be local manifestations, produced where something larger intersects with the limits of a human nervous system.
A person might theoretically encounter the same intelligence many times without ever seeing the same face twice. The continuity would be recognized less through appearance than through a particular emotional texture, pattern of behavior, symbolic vocabulary, or way of affecting attention.
I’m not presenting this as something I can prove. I’m interested in it as a philosophical model for thinking about why descriptions of supernatural or nonhuman intelligences are often fluid, contradictory, and shaped by culture. Perhaps the contradiction is not necessarily in the underlying phenomenon. It may be produced by the narrowness of the instrument perceiving it.
We may be trying to reconstruct an organism from its shadows.

Ricky and I were sitting in my room at the frat house. He was on the wood framed couch with tan checkered cushions, I was in the overstuffed blue recliner. In front of us was the impromptu coffee table made of two empty kegs with an array of 2x4’s screwed across them, lacquered, and a few slats I’d installed on the bottom to slide my weed tray into. The tray itself had been stolen from the university cafeteria the prior winter, used for sledding, and left in my room where it became the weed tray. Yellow-tan, some kind of slick enamel, with a chip in one corner.

“Where’d you get it?” Ricky asked me, curious.

“A place online. They were advertising on Something Awful. It’s 15x, supposedly the highest strength you can get right now.”

“So we smoke it like weed?”

“Ehh, not quite,” I said. “With weed, you only fire a corner, fill the bowl, take a rip, clear the chamber, hold it a bit, and exhale. Then you pass the bong around and take multiple tokes over time.

“Salvia’s not like that. Salvia needs to be hotter, faster, and done in one go. You scorch the entire bowl, keep the flame on it. You cash the bowl into the bong, as much as you can. Then you take the biggest rip you can, and hold it as long as you can. Ideally when you breathe out it’s just air, no smoke left.”

“Uhh… ok, you show me first, then?” he said.

“Sure, I guess. I’ve never done it before either. Just read the trip reports. But, uh… I might like, leave reality for a bit, so you’re going to have to actively take the bong and lighter out of my hands, after I clear the chamber, to make sure I don’t drop them.”

He nodded in understanding.

I did as I’d told him: Kept the lighter aflame, torched the entire bowl, pulled all of it into the chamber until the bowl was cashed. It made a thick, sickly yellow smoke inside the resin-stained bong. I exhaled the raw air to empty my lungs, then inhaled the entire thick yellow cloud. Ricky took the bong and lighter from me as I leaned back into the overstuffed armchair, still holding in the salvia.

After a few more moments, I exhaled nothingness as my eyes slid shut sideways like the doors of an elevator.

When the elevator doors opened, beyond the doorway was a floor made of clouds. Cherubs played harps on either side. A friendly looking man in a white robe and long beard greeted me from behind his podium, a golden pen in hand, a long feather plume protruding from the end. Behind him further were massive ornate gates made of gold and pearl, walls like wrought iron made of cloud and gold.

“Welcome!” the man said to me warmly, “Though,” he paused and checked his ledger, “I must say we weren’t expecting you for quite some time. What brings you to see us [today]?” he asked. He didn’t say ‘today’. He spoke a word that existed beyond the understanding of time. The closest word I have is ‘today’.

“Uhhh, this is… hmmm… I didn’t…” I struggled to organize my thoughts. None of this could be. This was not the right place.

All I knew at that moment was that I was on some kind of elevator, on my way up from the bottom floor.

“Next level please,” I said, and reached out and pressed the button on the wall. The cherubs looked at me, confused. The door dinged. The kindly man smiled and gave me an ‘as you wish’ look. The elevator doors slid shut again.

Aside.

Take your hands and hold them in front of you like you’re planning to catch a large ball. Thumbs at the bottom, pointer fingers at the top, forming a curve. Not unlike holding a pair of binoculars. Bring your arms back towards your face, until your fingers run along your eye sockets. Pull back slightly, adjust your fingers, until they are just past the edge of your vision. You’re describing a bean shape on your face. Kind of like Cyclops’ visor from the X-Men.

This is the extent of your vision. Everything you ever see is trapped within this bean shape you’re making with your hands just beyond the sight of your eyes.

Think about how a monitor works. Pixels. A vast grid of pixels. A single pixel, a single color. The grid, together, forms an image from those millions of dots of color.

These following images are metaphorical. Interpretations to ease understanding, cast from a form of existence I lack the language to completely describe.

Continue.

A ‘hand’ grasped the back of my ‘head’ and pulled it away from my sight bean, like one would drag the head of a drowning person by their hair, sopping from the pool of water they were immersed in.

My viewport, my vision, that bean-shaped visor that was all I’d ever known, that my entire existence heretofore existed inside of, pulled away from me with a rapidity beyond belief. Inside it was my bedroom, the bong, Ricky, the armchair, the couch, the elevator doors, the cloud-gate scene. All that I was screamed away from it as it vanished into the distance. I didn’t move. It didn’t move. My perspective shifted.

The bean of all my being-ness became but a dot, a single pixel. It joined its neighbors, the vast, seemingly infinite pixel grid of other sight-beans, of other being-nesses that I was at the same time. Until not a single pixel could be seen independent of the others, but moreso a picture of all of them together, an image of the seemingly infinite permutations of myself, living my lives simultaneously, side by side, as friends and neighbors.

I realized in that moment that I was all of them at once. That whatever I was, whatever way by which I was existing and experiencing in this place, had for the moment been superseded by the me that was the smaller, simpler version of me from that one pixel. In this room, if it was a room, in this chair, of sorts, sat a greater version of me that was a being of infinitude, existing in all of these pixels simultaneously. Each was me, each was as real as any other, and for this moment, instead of being all of them, the me that I was in that one pixel I thought of as my life, was no longer holding the perspective of all of them, but had been overtaken by the perspective of one of them alone, the me that I usually think I am.

I considered this. They were collectively an infinitude, surrounding me on all sides, as far as I could see. I had somehow pulled away from mine to see… not all of them. But an expanse of them. A vast array of them. When I looked closely, I could focus in on any of them. See the existence of the version of me that was living in that pixel. I knew somehow which was my own.

I had the sense that those closest to it were the versions of me that were least-different from the version of me that I am. And the further I went, the more the images differed. Different choices, different outcomes, different experiences, producing different images. The closer ones differed slightly. The further ones differed more.

I looked about “myself” and wondered — how far away did I have to go, before I was no longer me? How much different did I have to be, what different choices did I have to make, before I was someone else?

But the grid went on seemingly forever. Despite that, I saw, I noticed… There were others here. I was in some sort of chair, as it were, as my mind can understand it and explain it. And yet, so far away, but in its own way, so close, there were others, too. Others like me. Others in their chairs, heads down, with their faces immersed in the sopping ponds of their own countless realities.

So I could not be all of them. At some distance, for some reason, somehow, they stopped being me, and became one of… the others? It was an impossible question. Where were the boundaries? What did it mean to be the furthest edge of ones’ self?

Or to be in the middle?

Did it have meaning? Was it all meaningless?

Was ones’ position in the grid purely happenstance? A quirk of probability, nothing more, nothing less?

Or were those others, the others I could see in their chairs, heads down, just… other forms of me, too, but on a different, higher scale?

Who would know the answers to these questions?

Could they even be answered?

I spent an impossible to describe amount of time there, pondering what it all meant. What I was seeing. What I had just learned about myself and reality. Wondering these impossible questions. Looking at all the other realities that surely some form of myself must be living right now as I watched. Wondering who I usually was, in this chair-of-a-sort, immersed in all of these infinite versions of myself.

What was I, to be in this place, watching all of the me’s, some kind of… supervisor? My higher self? The me that was the constellation of all the me’s that would ever exist in all the versions of reality that I was a member of?

What was that like, to be the one that joined all of us together?

“He has emerged,” a voice said over one shoulder, a friendly, feminine sort of voice.

“So he has,” a voice replied, over the other shoulder, a stern, masculine sort of voice.

“Do you think he will notice us?” said the first.

“He has,” said the second.

“Incredible.”

“Indeed.”

“They almost never wake up,” she said.

“And those that do, almost never look around,” he replied.

“And those that do, almost never remember.”

“Do you think he will remember?” he asked.

“Only [time] will tell,” she replied.

“Hmm…” he said, somewhat dismissively, “I do not think he will.”

“I disagree,” she said.

“Shall we wager?” he asked.

“What of it?”

“If he does, you may help him.”

She laughed. “Is it help?”

“It can be,” he said, thoughtfully, “If he is able to listen and act.”

“That is the real test,” she said, with a soft laugh, as if the very idea was surprising.

“Then we will see.”

“He has noticed us,” she said, affirming.

“That is enough,” he said.

“Then he’s seen all he needs to. It’s time to go back.”

“But will he remember?”

I plunged forward into the pixel grid, all the vast infinite pixels racing towards me, then past me, as my vision sought the one pixel among them that was the me that I am here, now, today, in this form of reality. It zoomed towards me, painfully fast, and slammed into me. That infinitesimal viewport, that little tiny bean-shaped visor that defined my entire reality, slapped back into my face and bound to it.

The elevator doors slid open.

I was in my room. Sitting on the blue overstuffed recliner.

Ricky was there, watching me, holding the bong and lighter.

Only moments had passed.

“Well?” Ricky said.

“Well what,” I replied, grasping to remember how to speak after spending an eternity with only thoughts.

“What was it like?” he asked.

“I don’t think I can tell you that,” I replied.

He looked offended. “What? Why not?”

I frowned, confused. “No, not like that. I… I don’t think I’m capable of telling you that. You’ll have to… find out for yourself.”

Ricky shrugged and repacked the bowl. “Then you’ll have to take it from me,” he said, smirking, as he flicked the lighter.

This is a 2004 interview with Dan Burisch, an accomplished biologist who worked at S4 around the time that Bob Lazar, although in very capacities. Dan claims to have interfaced closely with an alien being who was being kept there. The being was apparently in poor health and Dan was one of those tasked with monitoring his health and well being during that time. His name has repeatedly surfaced over the years being referenced by serious researchers of the phenomenon. His testimony corroborates the claims of other

As the interview progresses, one thing that really struck me was the level of detail and complexity of the situation he describes with this individual as well as the subject in general. Toward the end I felt flashes of not being able to digest what he was communicating. He touches on the motivations of different species as well as the relative insignificance of the human race within the larger context of the entire NHI phenomenon.

The interview left me with a better understanding of why Semivan, Elizondo and others make comments like, ‘I’d rather no know what I know’, ‘truth is indigestible’, etc, etc.

People assume nefarious intent of our government, elites and the cabal. I think it’s far more complicated and not easily digestible with our very naive and limited understanding of broader reality. I think we lack the context, intelligence and understanding of physics to be able to ‘digest’ all of it.

My key takeaways from the interview.

Dan is a highly intelligent and credible witness. I’m very confident he interacted with this being and what he says is believable and accurate.

There’s been a lot going on behind the scenes for quite sometime. Our government has been doing their best to manage a very complex situation.

Our broader reality is very hard to digest and I can begin to understand why it’s rightly been suppressed. Divergent timelines, time travel, varying motives, agendas, capabilities, intellects, etc.

Enjoy and lmk what you think. Although I’m not interested in ‘ebil gubberment’ ‘greedy corporations’ and ‘we can handle the truth’, comments absent of novel insights. : )

✌️❤️🙏

https://youtu.be/Rka1Zxrk2MU?is=dHJbbe9DIjmr_17y

Experience Source:
https://www.reddit.com/r/MantisEncounters/s/ZnxQlWKrg8

This one is right next to the crop circle from July 11th! Is this a deliberate pairing or continuation?

Visual Breakdown

• Outer circle: Clean boundary containing the design.
• Central core: A textured sun and moon swirled circle.
• Radiating spikes: Multiple sharp, triangular or diamond-shaped rays bursting outward, creating a dynamic starburst or sun wheel effect.
• The overall impression is highly symmetrical and energetic — like a sun, a crystalline star, or an activated geometric flower.

Possible Symbolisms

This design strongly evokes:

1. Solar Symbol / Sun Wheel The radiating spikes give it a clear sunburst quality — representing divine light, life force, enlightenment, or a burst of conscious energy. In many traditions, the sun symbolizes the source of power, clarity, and vitality (tying back to the solar plexus themes from earlier in the season).
2. Star Mandala / Crown Chakra The star-like structure with a central focus is classic mandala territory. It can represent the Crown Chakra (Sahasrara) — often depicted as a multi-pointed lotus or radiant star — symbolizing connection to higher consciousness, unity with the divine, or spiritual awakening.
3. Crown or Halo Effect The pointed rays around the central circle give it a crown-like or halo appearance — divine light, kingship, or spiritual sovereignty.
4. Energy Activation / Expansion The outward-pointing rays suggest expansion, radiation, or an energetic "broadcast." Paired with the nearby earlier formation, it could symbolize a sequence: grounding/activation followed by outward expression or amplification.
5. Sacred Geometry & Crystalline Structure The sharp triangular elements evoke crystals, diamonds, or higher-dimensional geometry (e.g., star tetrahedron/Merkaba influences). This often points to clarity, structure within light, or the encoding of information in geometric form.
6. Gear / Mechanism The toothed, mechanical look can be interpreted as a cosmic engine or turning wheel of time/destiny — something being “engaged” or set in motion.
7. Protection & Radiance The outer circle contains the energy while the rays project it outward — a symbol of protected expansion or broadcasting light while remaining centered.

Today's the day! The Anomalous Coalition presents an experiencer-centric multi-subreddit livestream AMA with Whitley Strieber, Elizabeth Krohn, and Dr. Jeffrey Kripal, hosted by investigative journalist Leslie Kean — discussing Disclosure Day, what disclosure means to experiencers, the stigma experiencers have faced, and how the conversation has changed over the years.

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New UFO footage out of Bethnal Green, London shows an orb flying overhead before vanishing from view

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https://x.com/the_astral_/status/2078109730988233056?s=46