I am fascinated by accounts of people’s encounters with things that can not be explained – personal experiences of and interactions with the supernatural, paranormal, fantastic, and just plain weird.
Though I was raised in a church, I never fully trusted what I was asked to believe in – mainly because it just seemed impossible that the miracles and cosmology recounted in the Bible could actually occur, at least not within public school’s competing narrative of late 20st century scientific materialism, and my own research into other cultures’ beliefs.
Though for a time I declared myself staunchly agnostic, I was always drawn to stories in which miracles could occur – science fictions and fantasies, family tales like my father standing in one basement doorway where he could usually hear a sourceless foreign radio program – my dreams – anything in which the impossible might finally break through into this world. Perhaps it was some desire for a more magical life, or a fear – an unable to look away from the abyss terrors – of all that is twisted and horrific and morbid. Or maybe that anarchic impulse that everything we cling to as real come crashing down so we can finally get a good look at what’s really going on.
Eventually I sought out – or was thrust into – a number of experiences that I still can not quite account for – seeing a ufo, being psychically connected to people, meeting God (or what was left of him), having dreams literally come true. All of which made me question my earlier beliefs and adopt a more unlimited perspective – even though each experience could potentially be explained away by rational circumstances – madness, drugs, dreams, trickery, sensory disintegration. But what made it so fantastic, I still experienced something beyond what I’d once imagined, and it was real, for me, and occasionally for others.
At this point I entertain that anything is real, if you ritually believe in it and or experience it – if you are effected, even if just with a strong disbelief, any feeling. Despite a consistent lack of evidence to prove that anything extraordinary is going on, history is crackling with accounts of people running into just that. Earlier today I ran into a friend who likes to tell of the time someone remote viewed his house – a scrap of proof.
Recently I’ve been thinking I should collect personal accounts of people’s encounters with the unaccountable. Because despite rational disbelief, or even the possibility that none of it’s “really real,”what makes the fantastic fascinating is the experience that a person has in the face of it – the way we are changed, or the strange made suddenly more familiar. That, and people today have no problem suspending their disbelief for a good tale, no matter how strange and compelling.
If anyone has their own accounts of the unaccountable, I welcome them to share their stories here, in the comments or by email to be posted and chronicled.
In that vein, here is an account found on a local message board, from a sarita_p, who records on Jul 02nd, 2011 at 09:29:34 pm that a medium friend claims to be channeling aliens:
i don’t believe this to necessarily be “true”, but it is nonetheless interesting. here is an excerpt of one of their recent conversations that i was privy to. he will be on coast to coast am talking about this sometime in the near future:
What would you like to tell me?
Pearl near water on beach.
Do you mean Australia?
Do you mean Tasmania?
If I am supposed to find something there, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack among 5,000 haystacks.
No. Give a go.
Give it a go?
Have a go.
I would need to know more specifics than that if I am supposed to find something there.
Dover at Patyu.
Dover at PAtyu?
Maybe you is Zuna. You Zuna.
Close to Pys.
Close to (Fire Symbol).
Close to a Volcano.
Runs along close to water. Put a raft in the water.
Is another spirit here?
Yes. Other. Other about. ET.
Not from Earth correct?
Where are you from?
Wait. At a star. Yes.
What is Vatyon?
A…look. A planet.
You are on or near a planet, is that correct?
What is your name?
(From Wikipedia: Atar (ātar, Avestan) is the Zoroastrian concept for “burning and unburning fire” and “visible and invisible fire” (Mirza, 1987:389).
In an unrestricted sense, atar is heat—that is, thermal energy, manifest as fire or other luminous source when visible. In this sense, atar is an attribute of sources of heat and light, an adjectival form of nominative singular atarsh (ātarš). In later Zoroastrianism, atar (in middle Persian: ādar or ādur) is iconographically conflated with fire itself, which in middle Persian is ataksh, one of the primary objects of Zoroastrian symbolism. The etymology of atar is unknown (Boyce, 2002:1). The yazata Atar is not of Indo-Iranian origin (Dhalla 1938:174).
What dimension are you in?
3rd, fire symbol.
Near your sun in the 3rd dimension?
Close to it, yes.
Are you spiritually advanced there?
I am. Yes.
What do you do there?
I see in. I see.
Are you a seer?
Do you see in the future?
Past, present, future.
What do you see for us here on this planet, with the coming changes that are supposedly imminent?
I see the Earth at a…(pause). Wait…at harvest.
Is it as the harvest RA speaks of? …
Are you familiar with RA?
RA is a multiple thought form-complex that purports itself to be from the 6th density and is or was in contact with some people on Earth.
I like you Atar!
Too bad we can’t hang out by the campfire and tell stories in person.
What more can you say about this harvest you see?
An ET will arrive to save you.
Go to h.
Is this still Atar?
Atar is at hatch.
What is hatch?
Atar are you here?
Did you leave?
Was there interference?
ET pretending to be person. From other.
You don’t know who?
Will we communicate again in the future?
Is there anything we can do to facilitate that?