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Wind and Change

I really shouldn’t be writing right now.

But there’s something about how the wind is blowing through my window. It reminds me of when I was in Venice, Italy.

I was staying in a nice hotel. I had the room to myself. It was one of those extremely old hotels where there is a garden courtyard and the furniture is exquisite. But the rooms themselves were much smaller than what one would consider a 4 or 5 star hotel in the USA. Yet the room had this feeling of, “peacefulness” that I haven’t really experienced again until…right now really.

It was early in the morning, and the wind was lightly gusting against my window. It wasn’t cold, it wasn’t warm. It was just a morning, just a day.

I decided to walk downstairs and look at the flowers and plants in the courtyard. There were several different types of plants, all beautiful. They smelled great without being overpowering.

Even though there was a swinging place to sit, I didn’t sit down. I just wanted to take in all the scents, absorb the new surroundings. There is something special about not caring about the information, just accepting the information. After getting slightly tired I decided to go back inside.

My family and I went on a few adventures throughout that day. Getting food getting coffee. Things like that.

Later, in the evening, I went back to my room.

It wasn’t dark out yet, but I felt good and I wanted to rest. It’s that best kind of rest that is neither torpor from a large meal, nor oblivion cast upon oneself due to exhaustion…it was the gentle preparation for sleep that one feels while relaxing upon nature. It was the summons of drifting sleep that only peacefulness can provide.

As I began to drift, I felt someone’s presence in the room. I hadn’t heard the door open, so I was confused. And I always close the door behind myself when I’m in a hotel.

There was a strong emotion emanating, it was both comforting and concerned.

I pretended that I was not noticing the other mind that was in the room. My head was on the pillow and I was on my side facing the wall…and I kept both eyes closed. Even though I couldn’t see this person, I had a feeling by how she moved that she was female.

Then I remember hearing her saying something comforting…something that would help me sleep.

As her body moved onto the bed, I stayed completely still. I felt the pressure of another person, yet she was very light…strangely light.

As her left hand began to touch my back and move up toward my arm…my right hand was already there. It was crossed over to the left arm, and I did not move it.

Finally, when her hand began to press against my arm, I pinched her hand.

I pinched her hand and held her finger there. It stayed for about two seconds. I wanted to see her. So I turned my head and opened my eyes.

There was nothing there.

And the door was open.

-Tyler

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This happened to me over a year ago. The main reason why I’m sharing it is because I don’t want to forget. It wasn’t a weird or scary experience, it was just different.

I was about to fall into a deep sleep as I often did in my old room in Pasadena. I was lying on my back, just relaxing and waiting for sleep to take over.

Then I remember my body began to feel light, then heavy and then light again. I didn’t resist the sensations. I just thought that I was going to have a thorough night of deep sleep. I had no idea that I was going to stay awake.

There was definitely a feeling of, “uhh..” similar to how one feels when about to go up on a roller coaster. Except this time I feel like the being pulled upward feeling had only a few tiers of tracks. The pulled upward feeling only lasted for a few seconds and then I began to move extremely quickly. But I didn’t feel much inertia. I mostly could tell how fast I was moving by these layers of ethereal masses enveloping past me. They constantly were moving in shape and color, it was as if I couldn’t even imagine something like what I was seeing. That’s one reason why I knew I probably wasn’t dreaming. But I also knew that if I tried to overthink the situation, then whatever was happening was going to stop. It was as if the experience itself would only keep my conscious as long as I gave the illusion of my unconsciousness.

After a few minutes of traveling like this, I began to feel an extreme sense of awe. I was approaching a tremendously large planet that I had never heard of or seen depicted before. It was a gas giant. Filled with slowly swirling colors of green and purple, it rotated with majesty and presence. Then, while I was already overwhelmed…over the horizon of the planet came an arc of bright golden light. I thought I was seeing an eclipse. I thought I was seeing a sun or star. But this golden shape kept rising and rising.

It was a yellow-ish golden UFO face.

The UFO face wasn’t exactly like what I had seen before in movies like, “Communion” or “Fire in the Sky.” The face was rounder and its eyes were almond-shaped and huge. I thought I was being judged. I thought I was going to die.

I knew there was absolutely nothing that I could do or say to this thing. So I just waited.

And the face seemed to smile although it didn’t move its features very much at all.

Then out of its general forehead-ish area, a connection seemed to be made with me. I wasn’t sure at the time what this connection was. But I knew the connection was there.
The connection seemed like a bridge. But I could see the connection all the way to my resting body in my room in Pasadena. It wasn’t like actually seeing. It was more like knowing something was there to such an extent, that I could know the colors…contours…shapes. It was both definite and non-existent/visible at the same time.

After the connection was made, these tiny little beings began to walk on the connection like it was a bridge. For some reason I knew that these critters were somehow related to the UFO face. It was like these tiny beings were his children. They looked like very small stick-figures. They varied in size, but they were primarily translucent-bright colors. Most of the colors were muted out because the being were so small.

One fact that stayed in my memory was that the critters were bipedal. But they stood upright…with a difference, most of them had more than one set of arms. And the strange part was that they constantly gave off this emotion that they were happy to travel on this bridge/connection to me.

The weird thing was that this connection was somehow being controlled by my breathing. And the more relaxed and thorough my breathing was…the more of these creatures entered inside me. I couldn’t believe it. It was almost like this UFO face wanted me to eat his children. I felt bad at first. But I don’t think I was in any way harming this creatures by inhaling them. It was like I was accepting them into myself…without harming them at all.

After a few minutes, I seemed to incorporate several thousand of these beings. The experience ended and I had a long night’s sleep.

-Tyler