“I got you, you son of a bitch.”—Ripley
Today is my anniversary, 11/19/22. It is Saturday just as it was in 2016. I’ve spent the last six years researching, analyzing, recording, documenting, writing, videotaping, and attempting to live a normal human life. I can’t tell my story in 1,000 words or 2,000 words. It would be a massive book.
In a nutshell it goes like this, on November 19, 2016 some uninvited guests came to my house. They entered it while I was asleep. They came right through my bedroom window and broke no glass and made no sound. There were six of THEM. They positioned themselves, one near my wife’s nightstand, one next to my nightstand, one at the foot of my bed facing me, and three stood near the window.
I have to speculate as to why they paid me a visit. I referenced once in an article about the owl that flew into my house and that I captured an image a few months later in the room that the owl would have entered if it didn’t crash into the wall. I have video. Owls are messengers. It could be because of that. That was July 15, 2015 at around 2:00am.
It could be because from September 2016 until mid December 2016 I was aware of some strange sounds that were happening in the night sky near, or over the Microsoft campus in Redmond Washington. The sounds sounded a lot like the sounds made in the movie War of the Worlds. I recorded it several times with my Iphone. Nobody seem to notice. Not my neighbors, nor the media. My wife and I were amazed that nobody could hear it. A crashing metallic sound and sometimes horns would go off.
I would awake in the middle of the night and listen to it. I would imagine a blue laser beam would shoot out of my body and track the sound. It felt like to me the laser hit an object and then I could follow it as it circled in the sky. I threw out a question, “What are you doing?” An answer came back, “Mining.”
“Mining for what?”
“Mining for minds.”
Continue speculation here. Did they come to see who the person is who has discovered them in the night sky? Who is this creature who can track them? Perhaps it is this, but perhaps it is the event that happened on July 15, 2015.
The beings knew there was something strange about me. They couldn’t tap into my mind. They were blocked. They were communicating using a clicking sound, not overly loud. If you weren’t paying attention you might not notice it, or think it was a cricket outside. They were cautious. They don’t know what I am.
The being at the foot of my bed is the leader. It makes all the decisions. It decided since it can’t tap into my mind like they did to my wife and my dog in the room they would use physical force. The leader made the decision, grab him. The blankets were ripped off me and the one next to my nightstand grabbed my arm, the leader grabbed my leg and they chucked me out of my bed on to the floor like I was a rag doll.
I stood up and scooted along the wall. I re-positioned myself behind the leader. I was up against my bathroom door. It was closed. The leaders head followed me as I was scooting along the wall and it’s body turned to face me. I had very good vision of all of them in the room now. I estimate they were about seven feet tall. I could see the two near our nightstands, and I had the three just off to my left near the window. My wife and my lab were in a deep sleep.
I pointed to the window which is the way they entered and I angrily said, “LEAVE.” They communicated telepathically back to me. I didn’t like their response.
Does it ever go wrong for THEM?
Have you ever heard an abduction story or an alien contact story where it goes wrong for them? I haven’t. Although, Clif High tells a story that sounds like it didn’t go well for them.
I was in the alien community for over 20 years. I was a moderator on a top conspiracy site. It attracted many people claiming ET encounters. Where do they go to tell their story? Who will believe them? I had many private message exchanges with them. Fascinating. Many forum members believed that ET’s monitored our forum and not just ours, but other conspiracy forums as well.
I’ve never heard a single story where it goes horribly wrong for them. The closest I have found is the Phil Schneider story. He claims he shot and killed a couple of ET’s. They almost killed him. They blew his fingers off. That’s painful. I almost lost a few fingers a few years ago in a carpentry accident. My surgeon dumped my shatterd bones onto a table and then piece them together like a jigsaw puzzle. He then drilled a hole all the way through the bones and ran a titanium rod through it. Fun times.
If an alien encounter does go wrong it won’t be broadcasted on CNN we know that. We know mechanically it can go wrong such as the Roswell crash. Apparently, our radar took their craft down. Why didn’t help come? Why was the US government allowed to take the surviving ET’s and load their craft onto a flatbed trailer and hauled away? And, the rumor is we reverse engineered their craft. Side story, I spent all last night reverse engineering a tool and creating a drawing.
A few weeks after I decided to go to a hypnotherapist. I found one nearby. She has a doctorate degree in human behavior. Perfect. She should be able to determine if I am bullshitting or not. We discussed my encounter.
She told me she has worked with contactee’s before and she has to get permission from them first before she will proceed. She said if they are in contact with a human and working with them they don’t like interference. Fast forward to the end, she refused to work with me out of fear. She told me she can’t afford that kind of disruption in her life. She has published a number of books and goes around the globe to big hypnotherapy conferences and teaches others how to become one. I told her I maybe another book for her, maybe a best seller. She refused. I asked her if she knew anyone locally that would be willing to work with me and she said no, not in your case. Great.
I searched anyway and she was right. Finally, I found one in Vancouver Canada. We talked on the phone and I told her about the other therapist. She told me she’s worked with many abductee’s / contactee’s and she doesn’t share the same fear.
My hope was the therapist puts me in a trance and the session reveals it was all a bad dream. A nightmare. On the drive up a voice entered my head, “Mike, she won’t be able to put you in a trance. Your mind cannot be captured that way.” A three fucking hour drive to Canada with ice all over the road for nothing. I went anyway.
I informed the therapist what the voice said. She said we don’t need to put you in a trance to determine what happened to you. She told me she will get the required information out of me anyway. Our one-hour session lasted three and a half hours. She only charged me for an hour. I took a digital recorder with me and recorded the entire session. I thought. When I thought our session was over I turned the recorder off. A mistake. I’ve made many mistakes with my recorder.
It was then she said, “Mike, I’ve worked with a lot of abductee’s, contactee’s and in the sessions I discover their experience wasn’t an abduction or ET contact. They had a traumatic experience, afterwards they read an alien book, or watched an alien movie and somehow it gets morphed into their subconscious like a real encounter, but it isn’t. Mike, you are the real deal.” I would have loved to have recorded her saying that.
One other thing she said, she told me I’m unique. She doesn’t encounter many like me in her practice. She told me to imagine there is a giant wave and all of humanity are standing on it, but we are in different locations on the wave. She told me I’m on the front of the wave. She said I get to see and hear events before the rest of humanity does. She said, “Mike, you are lonely. You look around and you can’t see anybody to your left or your right. They are there Mike, but out of your sight. You can look behind you and see all of us there, but you can’t tell us what you see because we won’t believe you. What you see and hear might be a month away or years away, and you don’t understand it.”
She told me not to fear it. She repeated that several times. She said she knows this is very disruptive in my personal life. She said if it was my desire to make it all go away, she’s willing to work with me, but doesn’t advise it. She also didn’t believe she could make it go away. I told her there’s been no physical harm done to me. I told her at times the creep factor is off the charts. She said she’s very aware of that. She repeated again, “Don’t fear it Mike.”
Author note: I purchased the digital recorder on November 19, 2016 at a Best Buy after work. I won’t go into the reason why I bought one, but the recorder was running on my nightstand when the encounter happened. Important part to the story. Don’t you love coincidence?
On my drive home it started to get dark outside. An owl flies straight at me and crashes into my windshield and bounces off dead. I’m stunned. What does that mean?
Immediately after the ET encounter there was an explosion of paranormal activity in my home and all around me. It seemed some days my house shook. Surprisingly my wife remained calm through it all.
I ran the recorder every night. Some nights I placed it on the window ledge thinking if they come back they will knock it off or just turn it off like they did on their last visit. Spirits claim I turned it off not the ET’s. Why would I do that?
I started translating the recorded nightly sessions. Shit, I can hear voices. I heard my name. They know me. Who are they? What are they doing here? I played it back for my wife and asked her if she could hear voices. She said she could. I asked a close friend if he could hear them. He could, I’m not insane.
On some of the sessions I would go into a trance. In the trance I’m in complete control. I know where I am and what I’m doing. I can also stop it at any time. I learned not to do that when it happens because in the trance I can hear spirits conversing just like you and I would, and they’re talking about me. If I break out of the trance on the session I can’t pick it up where I left off. I can’t find them even starting at the exact time point.
The spirits are very aware of what I am doing and assisting me in the art of understanding frequency--how they use it. Paranormal researchers have a name when a spirit breaks into our frequency. They call these a class A EVP. The EVP stands for electronic voice phenomena. I don’t like the name because it should really be spirit voice phenomena. It kind of gives the impression that the recorder creates the voices. At least to me it does, but EVP is now universal, so I just go with it.
I discover that spirits communicate on multiple frequencies. I once wrote an article titled EVP Class A-Z. I don’t know how many there are. At least 26. The A frequency would be ours. The Z frequency is way, way down and no physical human can hear them at that frequency. Impossible. Let me share this story.
I was listening to a recorded session and went into a trance. Two spirits were talking. They were discussing something very sensitive about me. It went like this.
“Andy, we shouldn’t be discussing this in front of Mike.”
“Sabrina, there is no way Mike can hear us.”
“He’s running his recorder, Andy. He’s going to play it back.”
“I don’t care Sabrina. There’s no way he can hear us.”
“Andy he’s good.”
“He ain’t that fucking good.”
“I don’t care Andy. We’re not going to discuss this with Mike here and his recorder running.”
Sabrina won. When I heard this, it taught me a lot about their frequency. Can they switch frequencies? Did Andy believe that they were talking in frequency Z so there was no way any physical person should be able to hear them? The session also gave me two names.
I will close this out. I’m over 2,000 words and it’s starting to feel like my anniversary story is getting looooooong, like looooooong Covid.
I meant to write this yesterday but I got sidetracked with a doctor story. A fun debate with her subscribers ensued. I welcomed it. Dr. Lawrie never responded. Maybe she read it in amusement.
I was laying in bed this morning thinking about how to write this. It’s a complicated story to tell. I left a lot out because this is the nutshell version. While thinking about how to write this I hear an owl. It’s close. It’s been a couple of weeks since I last heard one. I grab my recorder on my nightstand and rush to the window. I timestamp it. I learned to timestamp the recorder when I start a session. I made a big mistake not doing that on the night of November 19, 2016. Long story about that.
The owl wasn’t alone. There were two of them and it appears they were coming closer and closer until they were about a tree or two away from my house. My face had a great big frozen smile on it. What’s their message, Happy anniversary Mike?
You can see in the graph they didn’t stay long. The audio is five minutes and twenty seconds but you should hear their final call at the end. It’s worth it. I will link the audio at the bottom.
The above story I’ve told to only a few people. Of course, my wife knows it because she’s on the ride with me. I think she’s tried to jump off a few times though. I wrestled with this thought, is this just for me, for my experience in this lifetime, or is it to share. I kicked that thought around for years. I did get an answer early on. The answer was, “Do whatever you want.” Good answer, but I’m not overly motivated to tell my story, especially during a genocide. Maybe after we’ve won, and they are dead.
I named my garden after the spirits, Ghost Gardens. I debated the name, Spirit Gardens or Ghost Gardens. I asked the spirits which name they’d like. They said, they would love either name. I chose Ghost Gardens because I liked the two G’s.
Yesterday I was working in the garden and spirit Sabrina and I got into a discussion about today, the anniversary. I reminded her it’s on a Saturday just like it was in 2016.
“Nothing is going to happen Mike.”
“Do you have foreknowledge Sabrina?”
“No Mike.”
“Then how can you say nothing is going to happen.”
“Mike, you are trapping me again.”
“I’m not Sabrina. I’m just asking a question.”
“I know they aren’t coming back.”
“Do you have foreknowledge Sabrina?”
“No Mike.”
“I’m going to run the recorder on my nightstand just like I did six years ago.”
“Listen for me.”
“Sabrina, I haven’t heard you in my recorded sessions lately. I’m starting to think you aren’t real and that I’m just making up a person to talk to like little kids do.”
“That’s crazy Mike. You’ve heard my voice a thousand times or more.”
“You’ve been very quiet lately Sabrina. You’re going to have to manifest in front of me now for me to believe you are real.”
“We’ve discussed this numerous times. I can’t do that.”
“When was the last time you tried?”
“I try every day Mike.”
“Are you trying right now?”
“I’m leaving now.”
“Bye Sabrina.”
It means something. The spirits nickname for my aliens is grasshoppers.
Thank you for sharing this! There's a lot there and I need to read it again. Your contactee experience (s) is really interesting. Would like to hear more if / when you feel like putting it out there. Wonder if your then proximity to Microsquash has anything to do with it. Some weird ass shit goes on there and has from the beginning. Definitely not all what it seems or perported to be. I still live in the area.