posted on Nov, 29 2009 @ 02:15 PM
Dear IXX!
I saw your opening post with great joy. It took me a while to read through the whole thread. I also think most alien experiences here have to do with
spiritual stuff and are real but nonphysical. Jung pointed towards the same direction in the 1950's.
What I am interested is your reaction to the meaning of my alien dreams. I posted them to another thread - reconpilot - a while ago. I dreamt the
first one around 1972 or so, and you should know that I had not been exposed to writings or television about this subject at that age - I grew up
behind the Iron curtain, basically without television. The only aliens we ever saw in pictures were hazy montages or images of people retouched
crudely in Polish and East German movies. There were not many of them to begin with. Erich von Daniken came soon after this - a couple of volumes were
smuggled into Hungary in German. The official position was that maybe space travelers will discover other intelligent species but that Western
countries engage in a bit of fantasy play due to capitalism. There is some truth to that. Anyway, what I am interested in is not whether these dreams
refer to physical existence - more likely not. What I am interested in is their meaning. You have posted hints at an interesting world view - one
where the mainframe of human existence is defined by lower astral entities posing as gods, while more decent beings also get through sometimes to
individuals while some of us have had alien lives also. I would like to read more on that.
Here they are, reposted from that thread (unfortunately, reconpilot himself was banned by the time I posted there):
Dream #1: Set in the early 20th century. I am an officer at a British outpost in Western India near a jungle (in retrospect, it could be Brazil),
courting the daughter of the former head of the garrison. Her father has disappeared in the forest; his hobby was finding the ancient ruins of an
extinct civilisation. Everyone considers him mad except his daughter who believes he has found what he was looking for, a sensational discovery worthy
of Schliemann, and was determined to find him despite no one wanting to help. I agree to go with her to the jungle. We talk to natives who say they
would not venture beyond a certain point: there are ‘weird spirits’ there. We learn they know more about the Colonel and also about a ‘City of
Spirits,’ but that white people would simply never take them seriously. They point out the direction where the Colonel was heading and accompany us
to a certain point where they all turn back, frightened.
Soon we arrive at the ancient ruins, no trace of the colonel, though. Among the walls (a mix between Sumerian and Mayan), in the open air, there is a
strange machine resembling an old railway track changer: people operate it by pulling levers.
They are overseen by tall Greys patrolling from the top walls. (Up to that point, I have never ever seen a depiction in sci-fi or UFO literature of
this kind of creature. This was around 1970 or 1971 in Eastern Europe.) No one tries to escape, anybody working with the machine gets instantly
hypnotised. The Colonel’s daughter approaches the machine and tries to talk to the humans – she gets instantly sucked into the hypnosis. I sense
danger. The Greys come down for me and peacefully escort me through the top of ruined fortress walls to the head chamber. There is a different alien,
I guess it could have been a Reptilian although I am not sure. All I recall is s/he was unlike the others. I briefly talk to this Commander, and s/he
reinforces my observation that the humans down there are hypnotised by the machine. I learn they would never leave it, neglecting food and other
necessities. Then the Commander instructs his/her troops to let me go. I run back and no one is after me. I try to pull the girl away from the
machine; I succeed after quite some struggle. She is literally fighting me. As soon as she is in a safe distance, though, she recovers and thanks me
for freeing her. We try to free some more people before the aliens notice but they either collapse as soon as they are pulled away, or directly fight
our attempts.
We head back to the forest, afraid the aliens would mount chase, but they do not. We know no one would ever believe us – we do not have to discuss
that.
Dream #2: This was very brief but traumatic. I am taken off-planet by a spaceship of Greys and shown how Earth is going to be destroyed soon by
mankind’s environmental policies. It literally turns into a stinking industrial desert. I am shocked and cry for a long time when I wake up.
Following this, I had a few visions and a few dreams of aliens, mostly very positive, some transcendent. Not lately though. The above dream (# 1)
however brings up some questions in me. Of course a lot of dreams are symbolic, and I am trying to decipher the meaning of this one for decades. Maybe
it does refer to the rule of lower astral entities, and the machinery symbolizes the web of meaning people are hypnotized by - language and other
symbols with their destructive presuppositions... What is your take?
A last question: do you endorse the first Pleiadean book by Barbara Marciniak? I liked it a lot and it made a great impact upon my life. I read it and
re-read it several times.
Warm greetings,
Kokatsi