CrypticConstruct

A Fool’s Venture

Good day to you all. As the clock comes ever closer to striking the hour, I plan to tell my story and reveal personal accounts of many strange events that have permanently changed the way the world is seen though these eyes. This has been put off for far too long, and now feels to be the appropriate time.

Since October, 2015, my life has changed in innumerable ways, only growing stranger as time progresses. I wish to share these experiences and perspective to aid those newly coming into the massive data regarding Full Disclosure, Truth, and all the intensity that accompanies any significant Revelation. The Veil is tearing open as this one types. Our world is shifting quite abruptly in a direction that leaves many of us questioning our own sanity, caught between two realities; The distorted dreamscape of the (m)asses, whom parrot the words of talking heads projected forth from our black mirrors, and those whom seek wisdom and virtue, responsibility and initiation.

Those of us still asleep might as well be marching off a cliff to certain doom with a future they have no hand in creating, yet are entirely responsible for it’s construction. We are told from a young age that this world is screwed-up, more or less, and there is nothing we can do to change it. Beaten into our brains from youth, we are all perceived powerless to the machinations of the ‘elite’ or the ‘system.’ There is a second option for the keen observer and the critical thinker, however. Those that choose to see what lies behind the honeyed words of our “leaders.” Those that refuse to be spoon fed “Truth” ever wary of how their perception is being toyed with, manipulated in an ever-present series of slight-of-hand illusions, conglomerated to make up what we consider our shared, objective reality. Personally, is there really a choice?

I wish to share my experiences, starting from the beginning of what many would call an “Awakening” experience which, ironically enough, initiated during a trip through the Dream World. Firstly, context must be given.

The Autumn of 2015 was a strange time, but a year prior to the election of Donald Trump, when everything felt quite “up-in-the-air” and lacking direction. The world in general had it’s day to day existence intact and operating, yet we had a most uncertain future ahead During this year, I had gone through several “uprootings,” having to switch homes and maintain my rather draining 9-5 retail job. In the Fall of ’15 I found myself in a small room with the few worldly possessions I clung to. A bed, futon couch, two chairs and a nightstand, along with an LG flat screen hooked up to a gaming console. My needs for sustenance and entertainment were covered, yet I lacked a serious sense of direction and hope for a brighter future. This was no less of a desperate state of being than when I had no possessions in 2011, sharing the cab of a Dodge pick-up with my aged parents for seven months surviving on $1 bags of cheese puffs to get to the next day. Better off, yet equally depressing.

Following the moves and many disappointments along the way, this writer found no comfort in the daily drudgery of being a 20-something with a dead-end job and few to no friends to relate with. The only escape attainable was found in the digital realm, particularly in the ‘Destiny’ game franchise. With it’s mix of science-fiction action, loot system and low-key Esoteric themes(reserved for those invested in the Lore) the simulated space-age Sol System felt more welcoming than the level, decaying landscape of the particular Midwestern town I called home. At this time, there was a point reached in my days where I would put on my mask and s, awkwardly wademy way through a sea of social interactions, barely scraping by until it came time to retreat, once again, to my den of sorrow.

Upon waking each day, my mind was filled with dread the moment the sun’s rays graced my flesh. “Alive, again, for another day.” I would say, occasionally wiping tears from my cheeks. More often than not, the dream world seemed to offer a glimpse at more enjoyable realities, filled with coined money, and the company of potential partners whose faces were seldom familiar. It was torture, frankly. Being shown such materialistic pleasures in dreams, yet encountering nothing but manipulative companions and the metaphorical “carrot-on-a-stick” with work, it was a stark contrast to say the least. No hope for a prosperous future, no avenue of advancement, no light on the horizon.

Dreamworld Downloads

One September morning changed everything, however. A trip through the space of dreams found this one in what appeared to be an enormous tower, while descending in an elevator. I felt as if the cables were cut and gravity had taken hold of those inside, dragging us down to our demise below. There were several others in the elevator, all bewildered and terrified by the experience. Reaching the bottom floor, there was no crash, but instead a gentle landing. The doors slid open revealing an unsettling barren landscape, not a single tree or shrub dotted the land. The most interesting sight resided above the ground, however.

Lifting my eyes upward, they were met with the visage of the mightiest gas giant in our home system, Jupiter. A grand sight, indeed, taking up much of the “heavens” above, accompanied by a peculiar pink, nebulous cloud surrounding it and extending as far as could be seen. I had little time to bare witness to such beauty before being met with another strange sight; A hole tore open in the space between the rocky landscape and the planet above. From this puncture in reality roared forth another planet, much smaller. The coloration was quite familiar, lush green continents and deep blue oceans seemed to suggest this was Earth, yet the continents upon it’s surface were visibly contrary to that which we see today. Abruptly, the sequence shifted to a new location.

The structure I stood within now appeared as a temple or university, perhaps both in many ways. The main corridor was full of people walking back and forth, exiting and entering the many lecture halls within. There seemed to be a type of uniform in use, wherever this was, that consisted of a silver/white jumpsuit and boots. The dwellers of this installation predominantly appeared with blonde hair and pale skin, although their were a number of exception. One figure that stood out from the rest was a man in brown and white robs with sandals, who seemed “fuzzy” in appearance. As if this being were phasing out of reality, their molecules vibrating intensely. I remember an urgency to locate my best friend, Robert, at the time, and had no idea how to do so. Perhaps some archive was present that could assist me?

Wherever I was, it was obvious I was a long way from home, and there were nothing but strangers here. I called out to a rather gorgeous woman, appearing to be close to my age if not a bit older, hoping for some assistance. Turning around, she seemed in a hurry and mildly bothered. Appearing to be a normal human, she possessed black irises. This was quite startling to me, while she seemed annoyed by my surprise. However, this being had no sense of a malicious nature that could be sensed. Audibly, I requested the location of a data repository or some type of census bureau to gather my brother and any other companions, if there were any to be found. Inaudibly, as if speaking mind-to-mind, she granted me the awareness I sought and politely excused herself. Once more, I found myself shifting to a new location upon my exit of the campus grounds.

There was a strange sensation in the air of this new location, a sense of dread and confusion. Possibly a refugee camp or the like, following some sort of great disruption or displacement. This location was far from home for any of the occupants. Many individuals were gathered in small circles, some around fires and some not, conversating casually. The most peculiar sight here wasn’t in the people or the structures, which appeared to be hastily erected, it was the environment itself.

Where one might expect to view a flat or descending landscape, like that of any planet one may conceive of visiting, the opposite was true in this case. The terrain curved upward, as if the fields grew at the bottom of some large sphere, much akin to a terrarium globe. Housing and other various buildings filled the land on these curvatures, which was fascinating, to say the least. I managed to locate a former roommate of mine, who traveled with me through the area while still searching for Robert. On the ground I noticed an out-of-place trail of breadcrumbs, quite sizeable, left behind for one such as myself to follow. We headed out to pick up the trail, wherever it was to lead.

This marked the end of the dream sequences, returning to this reality. While there was roughly 9 hours in my sleep cycle that night, I felt as if I had slept for days. The series of visions stayed with me throughout my workday, nothing quite feeling the same in my day-to-day routine of stocking shelves while hearing the complaints of customers seeking their 10 for $10 cans of soup. Nothing of my work held my attention that day, or any other day to follow at that job. A mystery had been presented, the first of many. While I daydreamed of what this all meant, there stirred a curiosity in my being as to who, or what, I encountered in that realm beyond the physical.

A week or so passed, the dream still nestled within my subconscious mind, before the next piece to the puzzle presented itself.

The search for Higher Truth is daunting and difficult to navigate when most of our telecommunication and social networking services, which funnel and filter nearly 90% of all information to us, seem to have a vested interest in steering us away from such necessary revelations. A simple search for “forbidden truths” brought me to the work of three individuals whom presented a view of the world quite divested from the mundane: David Wilcock, Author and Researcher into Ancient Civilizations, Next Generation Energy Sciences and much more. Benjamin Fulford, a former Writer for Forbes magazine before living in exile in Japan, who drops some serious truth bombs from his sources within various Secret Societies around the world.

Last, but not least, Cobra (co-bra) (Compression Breakthrough) whom is stated to be in contact with Positive Stellar civilizations and an underground Resistance movement. Both of which are doing whatever possible to aid the situation here, as much of this conflict for the future of our society is fought underground and above our heads, with us all none the wiser. Reports on all varieties of activities and happenings behind the dreaded Veil of Secrecy: from Secret Space Programs to Extraterrestrial Contact were extensive and varied greatly.

For the first time, perhaps ever, pieces of the puzzle left unconnected began to facet together to form a grand, complex visage. It was official, I had opened Pandora’s Box, gone down the rabbit hole. There was no going back. The realization of a criminal cabal steering our world toward ruin to benefit themselves, shook this writer. Massive theft of this nation’s ( and others) wealth and resources to construct ridiculous, revolutionary technologies and not sharing them with the populace at large was one facet that drew most of my attention.

This sparked a new passion in my life to raise my awareness on the true happenings on this world, for perhaps there was an explanation for all this disparity and destructive, outdated means of living. The expensive, inefficient systems in place clearly had no purpose other than keeping us beneath the ‘elite.’ I had hope for a bright future, for once in my life. Endless possibilities for an expansion into space, as many have long dreamed was tangible and achievable, yet out of reach nonetheless. These technologies are guarded by those that believe they are our gods, soaring above our heads, while most of us can’t be bothered to look up from our smartphones. What is really going on in space, or perhaps underground? This all tied together in the early days of my spiritual awakening to create a fine foundation to build upon over the next few years of transformation, healing and the search for answers.

Remembrance

Events a year or so prior brought about my introduction to the art of Channeling with the Seth Material, brought to us by Jane Roberts. The anomalies of the abrupt and apparent change in personality from Jane to Seth intrigued me greatly. Ageless wisdom presented, yielding advice for our everyday lives in quite the kind format. Was it possible to step aside and let another speak through you? To intake knowledge not of this Earth through telepathic means would sound absurd to most, yet disbelief tending to fall away once the material in question is digested without immediate disbelief.

A good number claim to have this ability, just as Darryl Anka channeling his Stellar companion, Bashar of the Essesani. A First Contact Specialist for his homeworld, Bashar has shown to be witty, wise, and worldly in his oration though Anka. Providing answers and clarification through his insights from which seem to come from a “man on the mountaintop” perspective, seeing forest for the trees in any given circumstance. Essentially having “been there and done that” in many cases with our day-to-day issues, lively woes and blockages on the path to self-actualization. Bashar though Anka has given lectures on Esoteric/Spiritual matters and personal growth for decades. The information coming through has not yielded in intensity and complexity since the 80’s, yet now our jaws droop slightly less than when the pair began their work.

Another intriguing example is that of Lee Carol and Kryon of ‘Magnetic Service.’ This entity providing a voice for his “Oversoul.” (A conglomeration of soul lineages, all leading back to single Godhead type of intelligence.) While Kryon, working through Carol, does not orate upon the “day to day;” Rather preferring a long lecture format, presenting information is profound speeches accompanied by soothing, yet empowering, orchestra/electronic music aimed to achieve the appropriate atmosphere for such “otherworldly” messages. This entity/intelligence sparked an awareness within myself, which continues to grow till this very day, of the never-ending reincarnation cycle that has gone on for aeons. This was not the first planet to host intelligent life and far from the first time we all have played the game of ‘Life.’

Kryon spoke of countless worlds, seeded with conscious awareness, most of which growing wise and lifting themselves to the stars; ultimately exploring, expanding, and seeding life on other worlds. Species after species; this process has continued across all quadrants of our galaxy (and beyond) until we find ourselves HERE. This moment, a most important nexus point in our history, has drawn much attention from those beyond our little backwater solar system, as it seems. Many eyes are upon us.

Speaking of the many eyes upon us, let’s finish this section with a bit about Extraterrestrial contactee Corey Goode. His experiences still being vindicated to this day (at least in part) time and time again with mainstream news releases. One such idea presented relates to astronauts using “lava tubes” left behind by ancient volcanic activity on the Moon and Mars to set up permanent colonies with ease. Worthy of note is the notion of a “Cosmic Web” that connects all stars and even planets, allowing nearly instantaneous travel across the vast reaches of space. This has been partly confirmed by pictures of space thru X-ray. (Pictured Below) Consider this one convinced.

His testimony is elaborate and incredible in every facet. From Blue Avian ETs, whom he spoke for at summits with other off-world groups, to visiting breakaway civilizations of humans living underground and off-planet. (Some of which are not even aware of Earth’s continuing existence, if you can imagine such a thing..) Goode always brought the “goods” during the high time of his bizarre, updating story. One harrowing or blissful encounter after another between 2015 and 2017 left this writer often excited and inspired, on the “edge of my seat” for the next installment of Corey’s Cosmic Complications. The Sphere Being Alliance saga pushes the boundaries of what we may even be able to comprehend, often sounding like the most riveting science fiction we could imagine. There is so much information to unpack with Goode’s story, this writer highly recommends the reader go to his website and start from the beginning; spherebeingalliance.com

A flood of memories, which never appeared before in any tangible way, returned to me. Hazy images of foreign landscapes, oddly colored flora, strange skies and visages which would confuse or even terrify the average person. I had always felt I was not of this world, it seemed at last there was an explanation. Exciting as it was to receive such validation through meditation and opening of my heart and mind to mystery, I still existed in this world with a retail job and a car that cost me far too much, estranged friends and essentially poor. The question arose in me of; “If my soul could be from another world, why am HERE?” “Did I lose a bet? Am I being punished?” “What’s going on here?” Questions anyone may ask themselves with the current state of affairs on Earth. That answers did not come suddenly, but in time would slowly coalesce.

The Craft

The month of October, 2015, brought on new topics of discussion to offer my family, friends and co-workers as I sought to piece together the puzzle that is our story here. Often met with scrutiny and disbelief, I wished to share what information I happened upon in my short time peeking behind the curtain of Oz. Met with smirks and small chuckles by most, I persevered. Finding kindred, curious spirits among few I spoke to. Two friends and I would gather outside after a shared evening shift at my local Meijer store to discuss strange happenings and share perspective on themes presented in our science fiction, day-dreaming of how humanity (in reality) would venture off into the stars.

After a few nights of these enlightening discussions an anomaly appeared in the skies above the parking lot. A blue light stood out among the few heavenly bodies we could see, a strange sight as it appeared hundreds of feet (and not light-years) above us seeming to hover in a tight circle high above our heads. Our discussion prior to this strange sight consisted of time travel and the possible ramifications of altering time’s flow, creating “quantum timelines” divergent of the one intended. In a similar fashion to the 2009 Star Trek reboot. One of us was quite worried by this object, possibly fearing the attention of any true “aliens” that could be visiting, as we also discussed on previous days. He stopped hanging out after that night, as his personal relationships required more of his attention. (Perhaps he was terrified by the possibility of being “abducted”, but I do not wish to speculate.)

From that night forward it was myself and “Nick” picking each other’s brains over the next week until the night of October 10th, at roughly 1AM. As the two of us kept up the spirit of discussing the strange and unusual, a large orange light caught our attention in the eastern sky above the shopping center. Upon this sight Nick and I remarked on the possibility of it being a “UFO,” both of us wishing it to be true as we resumed conversation. We kept track of the bright orb as it approached overhead, it’s radiance was unfamiliar, yet comforting. Quite divergent from the light one sees on modern airplanes. Running lights, with nothing flashing. A constant illumination, differing from florescent or incandescent bulbs. One could not ignore it.

Our wishes of an interesting sight were fulfilled, indeed. The object that flew over head was beyond any vehicle we have access to in the public awareness, if we could even manufacture it to begin with. This craft had the shape of a cylinder with rounded ends, perhaps the length of two charter buses. Were it to land, it would easily have taken up and entire row of the parking lot. As it was slowly, silently drifting over the lot and plaza, it appeared to (as strange as it sounds) float across the air as if it were a raft in water. This craft did not appear to fight against gravity with any type of visible propulsion, with no jet stream or matter trail following it. Simply put, it was beautiful and bewildering to see the craft moving in such a way, so gently and steadily. The hull of this vessel bore no sign of traditional construction; no plating, no rivets, no visible welding seems. It appeared as one, solid piece made of seemingly black glass. The “glass,” however did not seem solid as it reflected light, but did so as if composed of a static liquid. Two large lights, with no apparent fixtures on the hull, were nestled on the craft’s bottom. A calming single smaller white light shot intermittently from the front to the back every 3 seconds, which could have easily been accompanied by the calling of row-men to “stroke, stroke” down the river of air this object seemed to glide upon. Never before have we seen such a construct, and could only ponder what this vessel was made of, and who could possibly be operating it, as it slowly crossed the county road nearby and disappeared over the park on the other side.

As we stood with our jaws slightly dropped, neither of us seemed all that surprised by this close encounter of the first kind, if anything we were excited and speechless, yet otherwise unshaken. The two of us exchanged remarks, culminating in; “Yep, that just happened. That was totally aliens.” There was no other obvious point of origin in our minds. Unfortunately enough, both of our phones had died earlier in our shift that night, and neither of us figured we would be standing in the lot talking for several hours as we did. The conversation was often superb, so we tended to forget about our devices and the day to day for a bit. Everything changed for me that night as I drove home, my head buzzing with questions I had no answer for, and may not get. Falling asleep that night after a few rounds of online multiplayer games and party chat describing this event, I fell asleep wondering where to go from here. A new reality formed before and within me having this long time wish actualized.

If I’ve always felt like an “alien” in this world, perhaps whoever operated the craft were of my people? Could my soul have ended up on this Earth for a reason unknown to me, possibly by accident? What if it was just an interstellar tour bus, coming to check out the primitives? All this was unknown but I knew from this point on life would have to resume as I knew it, and my journey was just beginning.

New Eyes

Have you ever experienced a moment in your life where you’ve made a tremendous discovery that you couldn’t help but share with everyone you love, thinking that it will change their world as well? Perhaps when you discovered a new band in high school that just rocked so hard and you’re overjoyed to be the first one in your group hearing their tracks? Another shocking revelation of the like would be discovering that everyone’s favorite English teacher used to be exotic dancer. Indeed, mind-blowing..

This was the mind-frame during those initial moments of “rebirth” many simply call an “Awakening.” (Often accompanied by an event such as this, glorious or traumatic..) The craft I witnessed cemented in my mind and heart that there are greatly advanced machines floating about above our heads that no human could have constructed. As stated previously; No hull plates, no rivets, no welds. Just a hunk of seeming black glass with running lights that, in our understanding of physics, had no reason to be suspended in air. (Especially so gracefully..) As I began to tell my tale to those on the job and elsewhere, I not only met a healthy amount of skepticism as expected, but an overbearing lack of enthusiasm I thought impossible.

Of course, who was I to say our entire notion of being “alone” was absolute B.S? How could some shelf-stocker hold the answer when our supposed best scientist can’t find a shred of evidence of life beyond Earth? Yet, here I was. A guy with more questions than answers and a strong desire to tell everyone the “Good News”, per-say. I could not, in any way, rationalize away this encounter as easily as co-workers, roommates, and strangers did. It seemed there was something more nefarious at play here. Perhaps a type of mental hard-wiring the majority of us weren’t aware of? Do we have to wait for a politician or mathematician to tell us what to believe? Could we not trust the word of those closest to us? Guess not.

For years, since the eleventh year of my manifest, I have been invested in the UFO phenomenon. Every strange design, from the basic saucer to the “giant metal moth,” ignited my mind and heart with wonder. “Who made these? What could have inspired THAT design? Why do most of these look the same?” Among other good questions, those remained at the forefront of all my internet sleuthing and seeking. For the better part of two decades I have sifted through the long list of reports, famous to obscure, real and fake, to find THE piece of evidence that ends all the debate. There was none.. not for a LACK of evidence, of course. There is an abundance of evidence ranging back to the infamous Roswell Crash and BEYOND. The thorn in my side, and in that of any seeker of secrets, is the overwhelming cognitive dissonance permeating our conscious awareness on a daily basis..

How do you tell the truth to someone when they don’t want to hear it?

Upon Reflection

Awakening to the knowledge of a greater reality (realities) outside of our own comes with a price. While our thought-forms and imaginings are no longer contained within the box we are beaten into from birth, it becomes increasingly probable to lose one’s self in the ‘Sea of Mystery’ or ‘fall too hard down the rabbit hole.’ Quite easy. Some lose their gourds entirely in the ‘fringe’ subjects, yet the only real trap seems to lie in one’s desire to be comfortable. We tend to seek a singular point to cling to and nest there, often indefinitely, believing we know “enough” to see the world as it really is. Any experienced seeker knows better, however.

Asking the ‘big questions’ is not for the faint of heart. You’ll cry, laugh, rage and rejoice in interchanging waves as you peel back the layers of the lie we live. The level of complexity is more than most could either process, let alone accept.

Dept slavery combined with the purposeful perpetuation of inefficient, antiquated means of producing energy is one of many perverse examples of this control structure. Brilliant minds have been bought or snuffed out by the “hidden hand” keeping a firm grip on every exotic technology attempting to come to light. From Nikola Tesla with his wireless electricity generation, to Dr. John Searl and his Electron harvesting device, energy dominace has been the corner stone for keeping us rooted in place technologically. We’re ultimately left with few options for expansion of awareness and personal growth. Imagine a rat in a cage..

We carry our black mirrors around, faces glued to them, neglecting to realize our “phones” have taken new life and evolved to be much more than a means of two way communication. A means of distraction and mind-control, in no joking fashion. They are windows to the rest of the world. All the collectives’ content is a few thumb presses away. Yet we use these tools to argue over political ideologies, attack others for their beliefs, and live vicariously through the lives of the content creators.

In a similar fashion, the scrying mirrors of old magic allowed the user to peer into far away landscape communicate with others of this realm and beyond. There is a striking resemblance between the two, with many implications as to how far the relationship goes. The sorcerer/scientists of which you could count John Dee (the original 007 of England), used his “crystal ball” to commune with otherworldly entities (angelic and demonic alike) gathering information from these exchanges. The Enochian grimoire is an incredible to tome to pick up if the reader feels so guided.

While this one is no expert per-say on magical matters, critical thinking and a curious mind will get you far into your seeking until presented with a perhaps less-than formal initiation into mystery.

The point is; this is all very strange. Little to no progress being made to free ourselves from depending on fossil fuels and little effort to expand our horizons beyond confines of Earth we know so well, until recent days. Instead, we are surveiled and studied by tech giants and intelligence agencies, who steadily learn how to manipulate us via our own input and attention. Look here, but never ‘here’. Sadly, it’s quite effective.

Is the Veil of Secrecy and Suppression truly impenetrable? What future are we being steered towards with supercomputer/multitools in our pockets, while we’re still burning coal..?

If there are better alternatives and means of energy and transportation, why aren’t these at the forefront of modern life? If Tesla’s ambitions hadn’t been ran into the ground by lack of funding, we would be living vastly different lives overall. No restraints on where to build our domiciles, no limit to the size and scope in our construction either. For now, we can only imagine how much easier our lives would be without energy companies reaching in our pockets every month for their share of our funds.

These are minuscule yet stunning examples of what is to be understood once you “wake up” to the reality we find ourselves in. Without further ado, this writer will return to the story. (I promise to keep tangents in this blog to a minimum.)

After the Fall

Following the Fall of 2015 and the bitter Winter rounding off the year, this writer found himself shifting locations once again. This time finding myself in the home of a long time friend who happened to be well versed in Occult matters; Tarot, Meditation, environment cleansing through ritualistic means and much more. This friend was a good companion to bounce my ideas off of as I slowly but surely began to peel back the layers of my subconscious and unconscious minds. This brought joyous, yet grave awareness of all that has transpired in my life. The cleansing of which continues to this day.

In 2016, my days amounted to work and research almost wholly. Every week I would watch the new episode of Cosmic Disclosure on Gaia TV, starring Corey Goode and David Wilcock, where the duo discussed the strange, shifting adventures of Goode as he encountered many off-world intelligent beings and found himself in one precarious situation after another. These events taking place not only on this planet, but several others in our “neighborhood.” Meanwhile, Wilcock politely interrogated his companion, searching for any plot hole or inconsistency possible. While many would find the early episodes to drag out and lack proper flow to satisfy our short attention spans, this writer became heavily invested in the tales told by Goode and others. This was especially true when Corey grew to be far less withdrawn, for fear of his life and that of his family. There is protection in publicity, no?

These Cosmic Complications and the implications of said testimony gave the writer much to ponder while going through the motions of daily life, working for the same company since entering the work force five years prior. Eventually, I managed to break the cycle, realizing there was a choice; continue to suffer in a dead end retail job, or take the plunge and find something new. Nearly six months following the off-world vehicle sighting, enough courage had been built up to finally make my decision to leave. Nearing the end of March 2016, I did just that. I walked out during my shift, never to return. Distasteful management and no mental or spiritual stimulation in your work will ultimately drain you of all joy and hope, afterall.

The following 3 month period ultimately became the first vacation I had ever really taken in this life, with much to contemplate and discover within my being and without. This writer began to dive deeply into the Law of One book series, recommended by players within the Disclosure community. These transcripts contain what, in my opinion, is the most incredible collection of channeled material from a source beyond the human realm.

Every session in this series can be challenging to digest, yet quite illuminating all at once. We will always absorb whichever information we need at the time, as evident in this writer. At this time, I have ordered a new set of the Ra Material and will provide commentary though another medium. Needless to say, the information served me well in understanding our place in the greater galactic theater and the relationships between each other. How deeply, greatly the Hermetic Principle of “As Above, So Below” applies is anyone’s guess at this point. Imagine, all the same personalities you see here on Earth, are potentially multiplied a million fold in the Galactic Arena. For better or worse, we may find out soon enough. For now, we need to skip ahead to the most shocking encounter of my life, containing many themes related to the above. This event leading to a great shift in personality and awareness, shaking my foundations, so I may rebuild myself anew.

This material introduced to the writer the concept of Tarot archetypes, given to the ancient Egyptians during their own contact with those of RA. The Major Arcana detailing the growth of our mind, body, and spirit throughout this life and others. Those channeled by the conduit, Carla Rueckert, presented their lessons as “Ageless Wisdom,” held and presented to those willing and receptive in an effort to be of service. Insights into the continual struggle between Positive and Negative “polarities” of consciousness across many realms gave premise for the information presented by insider and contactees. There seems to be a battle, grand in scale, for the future of not only this world, but for the fate of a wider galactic community.

Close Encounter of 2017

The year of 2017 was truly a year of coming into my own, learning who I am. Certain talents discovered, an interest in mystical machinations that was long suppressed by a strictly dogmatic monotheistic faith ingrained within this writer from a young age. Such practices were shunned at best, demonized at worst. It had been the better part of a decade since there had been a solid effort on my part to reach across the veil in a meaningful way. meditation became a central practice to maintain a level head during my treks through the physical and spiritual domains.

One fateful, at first uneventful, night in late November of that year changed the game entirely. While this writer had experienced several close encounters of the second kind up to this point, that of the third kind is quite the difference in intensity.

The evening of November 29th, 2017 was dedicated to the repair of my roommate’s car, which sat in varied states of disrepair for a couple years at this point. Frustrations abound as we attempted to reinstall the gas tank. This was no easy task. Any work is daunting if you lack the proper tools, in this case a mechanic’s auto lift. Robert, my friend since high school, became frustrated by the lack of success. We paused around 8:30 to acquire our nicotine fix, before another attempt.

Across the street, in front of the local school entrance, stood a small thicket of tall oaks recently mutilated by the city’s landscaping crews. A figure could be seen moving oddly alongside the street, mingling amongst the tree line. Cloaked in solid black coloration, with white shoes. In this moment, I was quick to dismiss this sight as simply a pedestrian. This person was stepping upon the fallen leaves quite heavily, the sound seemed too loud to be that far away. Whoever this was stepped behind one tree and didn’t come out from behind it for several seconds. My mind shift back to the conversation at hand, figuring out how to keep the gas tank in place, in order to affix the straps.

It is worthy of note that the only sound in or around our neighborhood, was the footsteps of this stranger in black and white. Previously, every dog in the neighborhood could be heard, alerted with a seeming heightened sense of urgency. Their howls growing closer as each called attention to something unseen. A few moments passed before the heavy steps of the stranger would be heard once more.

At that moment, I had no idea what I was looking at. The entity walking through my neighborhood was obviously not human. This overwhelming surge of anxiety washed over, as my brain attempted to make sense of something that obviously didn’t belong in there. This writer has come to realize the brain has certain set parameters regarding what is normal, acceptable, benign. All acquired during our life by watching movies and being told as a child when frightened; That’s not real, this isn’t real, it’s just a movies.. etc. This entity standing no more than 50 feet away fit that category. Baring a similar visage to that of the pictured Fresno Alien/Nightcrawler Cryptid, the writer stood in awe for a few moments attempting to discern details. Little could be seen in the way of a traditional face, no visible mouth yet a nose and seemingly closed eyes were present. The ‘skin’ of this creature seemed to softly flap in the non existent breeze, as if one were wearing a t-shirt underwater. A bizarre soft blue light emitted from the being’s head, comparable to halos being depicted in catholic iconography of Saints and such revered persons. The Nightcrawler stood at the edge of the street staring at my Robert and I for several minutes, strangely he didn’t see it at all. Neither did he hear it upon approach. Strangely, I was told I’m just seeing things as he proceeded to get back under the car. With my friend being mystically inclined, this came as a shock to hear. Why am I seeing this entity and not both of us?

With this realization in mind, I turn my attention to the entity once more. Sure enough, it was still there. Several months before this encounter, I took to carving a staff from a strong fallen branch in our backyard. Spending a humble 2 hours on the construction, there were a number of symbols carved down the frame, which I pulled from my intuitive senses. Several of which have no comparison to any language encountered, factual or fictional. When I starred at the being this time, a strange phenomenon began to take hold. Within my awareness, the being was impressing it’s will upon my mind, filling my head with a question:

“What is the difference between shared and singular reality?”

Upon being begged this question, by a being obviously intelligent, a flood of images entered my mind at a rate that barely allowed this writer to process any of the content. It was requested telepathically it seems, that I go back in the house, grab my staff etched with symbols and go meet the entity. In a hilarious miscalculation I ignored the first rule of the classic ‘Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.’ -Don’t Panic-

Unfortunately, I panicked. Amongst all this strangeness; lack of a corroborating witness, echoes of another intelligence in my head, as well as the absolute strange timing of this encounter; I don’t doubt few would have done different. I happened to notice the gate to our driveway was wide open. The being stood unmoving across the street, apparently waiting for my next move. If I was having some sort randomly onset delusional episode for whatever reason, or if this was a prowler in costume scoping out the house, I wanted to feel secure at the least. Little made sense, so I just wanted to get back to work. Strangely, as I moved to close the gate, the entity began to walk away, continuing on it’s original course through the suburbs.

The Nightcrawler passed beneath a street light, it’s full visage with proper illumination presented for the first time. The joints in it’s legs, that we would imagine is a knee, bent both directions while strolling away. This being seemed to walk at a slightly more brisk pace, not taking the slow, heavy steps as it did on approach. Anxiety flared, heart rate spiking, my head spinning. Every fiber my being knew, whatever/whoever I just witness did NOT belong here. All my years of enjoying science fiction tales in no way prepared my mind for what was happening. With it’s head appearing to hang low, in contrast to it’s previous upright stature when approaching, gave this writer the impression of a subtle disappointment on behalf of the being. A life of stressful, strange situations had enabled my mind to stuff down any outward emotional reactions and continue on. This did not make the repair task at hand any easier.

As I lay under Robert’s car, offering my support to the effort, I kept looking over my shoulder feeling quite vulnerable on the ground. My head was pounding with fear and wonder: “What are you? What did you evolve from? Are there more around town?” Many questions, with no answers to be found. The next few days offered new challenges, as well as opportunities to investigate further.

Reaching Out

The next 3 days marked an intriguing period where this writer did not, in any way, enjoy being out at night. Every snapping twig or rustle of leaves made my heartrate spike. On the following Sunday, a Tarot reading was performed in which a number of answers came to light. So far as it seemed, the being wished to “experience my humanity,” in a manner of speaking. The gravity of such an idea made this writer well up with tears, realizing that I shut the door, figuratively, in a new friend’s face.

With this information in mind, and a limited background in meditation practices, I sought to touch minds once again with the Nightcrawler. To seek the comradery offered just days before. While pouring though my Dream Journal, used to record trips through the Aether for several years at the time, this writer found many instances where there seemed to be a form of intelligence seeking communion in the dreamscape. More than one instance of such may be represented by entities taking human form in order to reach us easier. If someone beyond Earth, beyond our perception, wants to speak with you, they will find a way.

Our minds are filled with many biases and comfortable images which may be used to acclimate us to their presence and personality. The Jungian idea of a shared collective unconscious mind would suggest that all beings on Earth share the same mind, in totality, with our conscious waking state being none the wiser. The concept apparently extends, as stated in the Law of One, to all life forms within the Cosmos, allowing communication between any number of entities across infinite space with ease. A connection as such enables a number of ways to harvest information and investigate the minds of primitives such as ourselves. Heavy dreamscape symbolism can pack a great deal of information into seemingly nonsensical images and constructs. This allows our free will to remain intact, as we can brush off whatever we see in the world of dreams as simply illusion, or given the same regard as entertainment; It’s not real. Or is it? Tracking and unpacking such cryptic information may be the key to understanding our connection between trips through physical reality and the spiritual realms.

As a the wise mystic Thomas Sheridan may say; “When you take one step toward the Universe, the Universe takes to two VERY tangible steps toward you.” In this instance, nothing is more true. Upon opening my mind an heart to the entity in a spiritual gamble, I was greeted warmly by the intelligence from several nights prior in a resounding fashion.

A feeling akin to an enormous energetic embrace occurred, which seemed to bare a weight far greater than one mind. In retrospect, it seemed to be the collective intelligence of the being’s entire species. Their presence feeling otherworldly to the furthest extent. Overwhelmed, to say the least, this writer began laughing and crying simultaneously. Being presented with an objective, external view of oneself is an illuminating experience, especially in this format. All the trauma, drama, and karma of my life laid out before me in a swirling vortex of cosmic love.

This reminded the writer of a tribal tradition, where members of given village would gather around a member who had been depressed, isolating, or performing negative actions. The subject’s tribesmen would recount all the good deeds done and personality quirks found in favor by them, hoping to elevate their friend and encourage them to keep going. I had been down on myself for years, always being given every reason to believe that I was worthless, undesirable, unlovable. Whether these ideas were true in reality, or not. Needless to say, this experience initiated a new connection to what lay beyond our everyday awareness. I knew, fully, there were eyes on me. It was made resoundingly clean that love and appreciation was in no short supply from our neighbors amongst the stars. If I was being observed by those beyond, the same must be said for many others out there.

Second Rendezvous

The day after reaching out to the being, we agreed to use the nickname “SLIM” to have ease of contact. Fitting, as these entities are all quite tall and thin when at full size, roughly 6-7 feet in height and perhaps 1 foot wide. Many may consider it a mistake to not a have a proper name for the being, for a number of reasons, but I wished not to confuse what was given telepathically with something from the enormous amount of sci-fi I’d consumed over the years. Slim and I communicated off and on over a day’s time, with a great deal of moral questions being offered, as well a number of questions answered with “his’ origin in mind.

Just a day after the connection was made, we agreed to meet once again. Tensions ran high on a rather peaceful day, my mind swirling with possibilities. Later that night, I stepped across the street into an same patch of trees the being appeared within. My head was pounding, heart racing every step of the way. Standing upon a freshly cut tree stump, a call was made to the being known as ‘Slim,’ the nature of which was quite ridiculous/silly in retrospect. The writer looked North, South, East, then West. Facing the South once again, above the school building, a set of lights could be seen lifting to the height of 150 feet. This pattern, much akin to the constellation Taurus, highlighted the bottom hull of a craft. The shape of the vehicle was peculiar at first, being that of a tuning fork. Briskly, Slim’s craft glided above the school, disappearing over the nearby neighborhood.

Strong emotions welled up within me with this sight. It seemed this being, and the collective intelligence I connected to the day before, was indeed from another planet. From where though truly, remains unknown. However, the revelation achieved here that a being arrived on this world in a vehicle from beyond was enormous, in and of itself. The first craft this writer bore witness to could have been written off as some sort of prototype vessel of human make, even given it’s strange form. Slim’s craft is quite unconventional, by all rights, as there are little to no example of such a ship in fictional work or UFO reports. With this confirmation granted, I chose to trust the connection and the entity and take this path as far as it would go.

Where Slim’s species may hail from was not stated, as much information was left out of our communications as to not dilute the message and maintain my Free Will. Previously mentioned material may offer some answers. From the Ra Material, mentioned previously, the body structure of intelligent beings differs by each Galaxy, yet remain mostly uniform within them. Given this idea, every intelligent lifeform in our Galaxy will have a head, two arm and two legs. The “five-pointed star” pattern, as some would say. This would suggest that Slim and his people may not even be from our local stellar neighborhood. Just a tourist in a strange land, perhaps, whom I happened to attract attention from.

The ‘Nightcrawler’ species seemingly evolved from a creature most closely related to an arachnid. It’s been often suggested that they are asexual/androgenous in nature, having a balance between masculine and feminine personality traits. In regards to their homeworld, images sent via our connection showed a rainy world, swamp like in appearance with heavy amounts of rain seeming ever-present. Domed structures filled the bogs of their damp homeworld, offering ample protection from their soggy surroundings. Little was gained in intelligence about their planet other than that, as most of the intricate details were held back for face-to-face encounters at later times. We both agreed on this, to limit confusion and keep the purpose of this communion intact. Slim wasn’t hear to rattle off facts about about life in the universe, strangely. Instead, the being was far more concerned with the self-doubt, life traumas, other shortcomings I had been unable to process and heal at the time.

How the actions of those that raised us affect us in our daily lives often goes unnoticed. How are we supposed to know what is our choice in seeing the world around us, and what has been beaten in our brains our whole lives until we accept it as fact? This was the primary concern of the matter. I wished to make changes; eliminate biases, belief system and behaviors that no longer (or ever) served me. ‘Slim’ was more than happy to assist as an over-the-shoulder cosmic counselor, even at the time of this writing in 2021. Often pointing out flaws in my character, while giving special notice to any time I projected said flaws unto another person. A good friend calls you out on negative behaviors, no? With years of investment in UFO reports, Contact Testimony, Insider Briefings alike, there was a need for something concrete. A spiritual connection with a physical counterpart allowing this writer to never forget the greater theater of intrigue we all exist within. This allowed me to appreciate the gravity of the situation here on Earth. Belief is strong, but doesn’t hold a candle to Knowing.

Enjoying a conversation with beings much wiser and kinder than us is something we all could use at this point, in my opinion. None of us know what is going on nowadays in this backwards world. Seeking counsel from those beyond would undoubtedly shed light on our collective shortcomings, potentially putting us on a fast track to fixing our society. Many beliefs pertaining to ourselves and the world around us would be uprooted. The vast difference in intelligence would unsettling and humbling, all at once. With the same regard we have towards our pets, beings from other worlds look upon us in a similar fashion. (This is not meant to be insulting on their part..) In regards to the encounter with Slim, the being compared the writer to a stray cat, wanting warmth and affection yet terrified of receiving such. At the time in 2017, they were most correct. This could probably stand for most humans, upon reflection.

What We Take With Us

The whole point, to having encounters of this sort, is bringing back what we learn to the life we live daily. Beings from beyond do not idly stroll into anyone’s life. There is always a higher purpose behind any intervention. It requires mentioning, however, that I am not special by any means because of this strange series events between 2015 and now. All that I have experienced I share with those that wish to listen. Perhaps these strange tales will serve someone, alleviating a bit of anxiety they carry from a similar situation. Many folks in the world have encounters of the first, second and third kind everyday, it seems. The numbers grow by the day, and so does the interest in this subject matter. Ufology, Cryptozoology, Mysticism are truly bridged in moments such as November 29th, and the months that followed. Reality takes on a certain narrative structure to it, with an almost psychedelic wonder.

The Hero’s Journey archetype, of Jungian psychology, offers such an example of narrative structure in a person’s life. This theme is easily seen in the majority of our fictional works. Name the series and there is likely a person of humble beginnings, offered a chance for adventure and mystery. If they do not accept the offer the flawed fool (archetypically speaking) is thrust into a crisis, forcing them into no other choice but to take a road less traveled, far away from the comforts they once took for granted. We all face this challenge from the universe, per say, on a daily basis. We are beckoned by our sense of duty to go to work, provide for those we love, or offer service to a cause larger than ourselves.

What is the grand journey this writer was called upon to undertake? The most daunting of all tasks, perhaps. Facing the man in the mirror, and all that made him.

Until the closing day of 2017, there was much trauma hidden under years of schooling, working, gaming, and consuming. The great depths of which tangled in a web fastened together by years psychological abuse from every angle. Peeling back the layers, it became apparent the core of this writer’s lack of self-worth and poor judgement led to a series of trauma repetition. Always seeking to fix the most broken people, all the while ignoring my own shortcomings. Always wanting to help another, without any thought for myself. A doormat, in short. An invitation for all manipulative types to pray on one’s sympathy and lack of healthy boundaries.

This must end, on a personal and societal level. This is why I chose to put this to paper, figuratively speaking. It is important, now more than ever, for each of us to set healthy boundaries in our lives against prying eyes and minds. Those that would wish to highjack our future for their own means, keeping us in binds no matter how much we comply with their wishes. Once you are in the grasp of the malevolent types in our world, the list of demands never ends.

We must learn to stand on our own two feet, think with our own brains, and feel with our own hearts. We must decide what is right, within, regardless of any external influence. The malevolent types, of this world and not, will manipulate our emotions and twist our sensibilities until we give in to their demands. Isolation and subjugation being key factors in such spiritual abuses. Those of benevolent nature will never ask for more than your time and attention, offering humble advice and service without ever forcing you into uncomfortable compromises. Therefore the writer is wholeheartedly convinced, after all the strangeness of the last few years, that the above encounter with the entity was positive in nature.

Conclusion

If there is one point the writer wishes to make, it is this;

-I am not special, at all, for having these encounters. It could happen to any one of us. The writer was working at a tobacco outlet, with no car, no significant other and no hope for a future at the time.-

No matter who you are, no matter what you have endured, you are loved and watched over in many ways. You are worthy of happiness and fulfilment. So long as you do not harm others in fulfillment of your goals, the universe will conspire with you every step of the way.

We are on the precipice of many great changes in our world, the majority of which are hard to comprehend in their totality. Many signs point to this transition period being that of and “End Times” scenario. Rivers running red, insect plagues in the last few years, an incredible uptick in volcanic activity and earthquakes all seem quite familiar themes. All of this occurring while our society as a whole seems to be descending into a form of mass psychosis. Are we at the moment foretold so long ago, in so many ancient traditions? Make no mistake, however, we ultimately decide our fate. No matter how powerless we have been made to believe; we own our lives, we own our karma. We own little else, in fact.

What we desire of our society is ultimately in our hands, as we vote with our time, attention, and dollars. Do we want a technocratic nightmare for our children to live in? Do we want our children to have free will? Do they deserve the ability to decide what they want our the world we leave behind? What about a world, without our current limitations, that could rival that of our greatest science fiction work? Will we choose to live in fear of everything before us, or embrace all that is ‘out there’ with compassion and curiosity? These questions are being answered as you read this, as the world keeps turning and the days pass by ever quicker.

Imagine what, as a species, we could become if we chose not to live on our knees. If we stood tall in knowledge and self-awareness, instead of wallowing in ignorance. You may never know who may come to town for a visit once you open yourselves to all that is, and all that can be.

The Cosmos beckons to us now, it’s cries projecting ever more intense from the void between the stars. Will we answer? Will we take the road less traveled?

Thank you for your time,

CrypticConstruct