The studio space continues to develop. Despite some excitement to start recording audio, it became evident the air conditioner’s hum was unwilling to negotiate. Some heavy curtains should be enough. In any case, recordings will probably start next month. But there’s still plenty to talk about in the meantime. For example…

Just Relax, They Said

We rented a small, rural AirBnB home in the mountains last month. As the day approached, some clarity trickled in.

• ET’s are involved
• The Arcturians wanted me to stare out over the valley
• Commune with the land, nature, and all that

As we drove through the area to the property, Sarah and I noticed a heaviness over the land. Sarah associated it with recovery from Hurricane Helene. It left its mark all over.

For days I’d been requesting some kind of ET contact on this trip. The response was, “Stare out over the valley.” I stared out over the valley Thursday from around 4-8pm. All other desires and intentions faded. If you’ve done this kind of work, you recognize the tension. Like an invitation, or request.

Staring, breathing, and aligning with the land constituted an open-eyed meditation. I felt like a conduit for peace. My consciousness stretched out across the valley and the mountains. Felt the trees and animals. Breathed the clear air. But there was also something stuck. As if the energy of the land, and the people, couldn’t find their way out of melancholy.

I breathed joy outward, like light spreading out through the forest. There was a higher presence alongside The Land. Again I requested some kind of ET contact. Again the response was neither a promise nor agreement. Just the clear image of me staring out over the valley tomorrow.

Friday from about 9am-6pm I stared out over the valley. Periods of open-eyed meditation broken by brief journaling. I channeled loving energy, poured it through everything in sight and imagined. This also brought a sense of connecting with the wildlife there. A primal, visceral energy.

In late morning, a silent object appeared from my left above the trees. It was vaguely spherical, and as much as I stared at it I could make out no distinguishing features. It was like a 3′ diameter black sphere flowing across the valley. I did not immediately recognize it as anything familiar. Every effort to find something particular about it highlighted only that it flew silently. It didn’t move in a straight line, and felt as if it acted with some intelligence.

I’d observed many planes and birds during my time staring here. This was no plane. No wings, no flapping, no lights, and no sound. It appeared perhaps a few hundred feet over the trees.

Didn’t have a camera on me, and in this meditative state the object felt peaceful. I stared trying to feel it out, and to track where it went.

Some say that some craft and some beings are only visible when your consciousness is at a compatible vibration/frequency. Perhaps my time in this state of mind allowed this. And perhaps this is why requests for contact were consistently returned with this image of me doing what I was doing, and nothing more.

It appeared to fly over a ridge on the opposite side of the valley, in the path I’ve drawn on the photo above. This took something like 30-45 seconds. Then I wondered more analytically about it. I jumped on Google maps to estimate the distance I observed it travel.

As you can see here, the distance from my location to the place the object disappeared is about .8 miles. This means the object’s estimated speed is greater than 60 miles per hour. Some drones that size might reach that speed, but I imagine it would involve pretty loud fans. Other than bird calls the area was fairly silent. A new sound should have been noticed.

I put this all together in a journal entry. Wasn’t sure what to make of it. I looked at where the orb disappeared, scrutinizing my experience. Was I making something of nothing? At that moment, between me and the far ridge a hawk made circles in the sky. A hawk is a validation symbol for me, as all my guides are aware. It flew directly in line with the path of the object.

Later in the day rains came and went. The clouds grew more magnificent. Golden light filled the sky. The next day we both woke up to a completely different feeling in the air. Something had cleared. Whereas we felt there was energy work to do for the past 2 days, it now felt like any other day. I felt entirely freed from the request.

I can’t say I understand it all. My guides have a “need to know” policy with me, such that I’m given minimal information about most things alongside clear, simple requests. It usually feels like a “Do this because you trust it’s for the best, not because you understand it.” So I can only relay what happened.

Saturday, we rejoiced. We read our novels, watched some shows, and the overall mood brightened in our very souls.