MY EXPERIENCE AND WHY I AM HERE

I finished the day off yesterday around 10:30PM soaking in my hot tub looking at Ghost Gardens. I offered to share my second and final beer with my wife. She opted for some flowery vodka concoction. There was a lite mist falling from the sky that soaked my exposed hair. I toweled off, went to bed and once again awoke looking like Gary Busey.

While sipping my first beer I wrote about my 5G tree victory garden adventure. As a rule I don’t drink and write, but I do occasionally sip and write. There’s a difference. I could argue that in any court in the US and win, even with these WEF bought and owned judges. They’d find another way to convict me and sentence me to hard time in a penitentiary. Convicted for writing with a blood alcohol level of…….they make anything up and insert it here. GUILTY. Bye-bye VRR.

I also joked yesterday about a new career as a speaker. I mentioned that I’d take an audience to outer limits, blow their minds and then they will safely return to their body. Nobody is harmed and I collect my hundred grand. I have the material, audio, pictures, video. I have an alien encounter story that far exceeds anything you have ever heard. I know this because I was in that community for 20 years.

As a moderator of one of the top conspiracy forums we routinely got people who made claims of ET abduction and alien contact. I spoke with many of them. Most of them have never told their story, either traumatized by the event or fear of ridicule. I got to play a key role with some of them and their story. I ruled with an iron fist. I wouldn’t allow members to ridicule those making claims of ET abduction or contact. I provided a kind of safe place. They then trusted me and would reveal their story to me via email or our in house forum message system.

I didn’t have to believe them nor attempt to debunk their story. They weren’t on the forum promoting their newly released book or attempting to fabricate a story to get booked as a speaker on one of the many ET conference tours. They wanted to meet others with similar experiences and talk. That is it. It was an amazing experience for me.

Years later I started having my own ET encounters. Two big encounters to be precise. The biggest being on November 19^th 2016. It was after this encounter when the entire explosion of paranormal activity began. I had two events going on simultaneously. Double Trouble. I am now one of the forum members who I helped counsel on our conspiracy forum with nobody to counsel me. I reached out to some of the top names in the ET community and was snuffed off. Leave me alone with your ET story I am the top speaker on tour. They seem to feel threatened. I went at it alone.

I worked on the why of it for years. Why me? I analyzed it meticulously. Everyday. On the forum many members believed ET’s were monitoring our forum. They claimed they were monitoring all conspiracy forums. I had no proof and offered no opinion but monitored the interesting discussion between forum members.

Over the last six years I wrestled with this question: Are these ET experiences, this paranormal explosion, the Supernatural just for me, or is it to be shared? I shared the same fears as the ones I counseled, trauma and ridicule. Do I want to deal with the two-minute debunkers. It’s kind of a profession of theirs. Debunk someone’s personal experience even if they aren’t selling anything. If you receive any attention the debunkers are coming. Do I want to deal with that bullshit? It sounds exhausting.

I couldn’t seem to get beyond, is it just for me, or is it to be shared? I’m going on year seven and I still don’t have an answer. I threw it out to Universe sometime after I got a handle on it all, maybe late 2017. Universe responded, “It’s yours. Do with it as you like.” Not the answer I wanted. I wanted a hard concrete response. I wanted, “It is just for you Mike Huggins. Don’t share it. Or, “You must share it with all.” I didn’t want the decision to be left up to me. It is.

Would it benefit anyone? Help anyone in any way? I don’t know. Sometime after the event I stumbled onto a website. I think it was one of these self help type sites. This woman was a regular speaker at conferences. In one of her talks she mentions ET’s. She mentions some things I have going on. I emailed her and gave her a snapshot of my most recent ET encounter. I got the strangest response from her.

YOU ARE A PLEIADIAN. THEY ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO MESS WITH US HERE. YOU HANDLED THE SITUATION APPROPRIATELY. ALL THE BEST.

I didn’t reply back.

On another occasion there was this guy who had an incredible ET contact story and he was making all the big time interviews such as Coast to Coast with George Norry. He wrote a book and was promoting it. I bought the book and read it. I’ve read so many books after I can’t even remember the title. The book I loaned to a friend who never returned it. At the end of the book was his contact information. I emailed him. I gave him a lot more information than I gave the woman. He immediately replied that my story was the most amazing story he’d ever heard and I should write a book and tell my story. My first thought was, is my experience supposed to be a money-making event? Sell it? Fuck that. It is too valuable to me to be prostituted for profit.

I write the above because I’m touching on a lot of it in my Garden Talks. I’m coming out. I haven’t decided how far I will go. I’m leading off with the spirits. They’ve been a positive in it although the creep factor can get a little high from time to time. My ET encounters are negative so I have to work out how to deal with that and if I can even explain it. It is better that I do it in a talk rather than in writing. Writing will take me a lot longer as I attempt to explain it in the written word. At least in a talk you can hear my voice, I can accent words, use tone, emotion. I do fear the emotion part. Could I talk through it? I did with my hypnotherapist.  

I think about the timing of my event and if there is a connection to our current situation—this genocide. The number one recorded message from the spirits was, “Mike, wake up. It’s time to wake up.” This confused me, still does. I don’t know how much more awake I can get. I respond back to them, “You wake me up.” Or, I sometimes respond, “Tell me how that is possible. Provide me with the details so I can awaken to the level of which you are requesting.”

I’m sure there is a connection to our genocide, but if so why haven’t I been able to red-pill anyone? I entered this war immediately and was strolling the hallways of Evergreen Medical Center on March 2, 2020. In November of 2019 I stopped posting on my Facebook. Fuck it I was done. When the first announcement was made I knew immediately this is it. Game on. I posted hints to my family and friends on my FB that this was a scam—LOOK OUT! WAKE THE FUCK UP!! Some of them unfriended me. Some of them refuse to talk to me to this day. So how could my ET encounter / paranormal explosion in 2016 be a wakeup call for this genocide if nobody will listen to me?

On a walk the other day I was thinking about this and it went somewhere I didn’t expect. Maybe I did reach someone. Maybe my role isn’t to red-pill my family and friends on FB. Maybe it’s to provide something off my Substack to someone. I don’t know what that is. It’s not my position to save all of humanity but rather reach someone and provide something for them. Something positive. I was thinking macro when I should be thinking micro. I don’t need a million paid subscribers I only need the certain ones who receive something positive out of the VRR in this genocide. We make a connection.

I was aware of Gordon’s passing but he was 84. I’m not going to attempt to make a linked connection to the vaccine at that age. His name will not go on the VRR logo.  My dad died in 2011 at age 74 perfectly fit. My cut off age is under 70.

To those of you who routinely comment please chew on the above awhile before you comment. Let it sink in. Let Universe have a chance. Maybe listen to the shaman drums awhile. It will be interesting to see if Universe moves you to comment. We make a connection.

If you could read my mind, love

What a tale my thoughts could tell

If I could read your mind, love

What a tale your thoughts could tell