UAP’s

Recalling the many times scrutinising night skies for something more atypical than daily flight-path traffic, I wonder again at the seeming ordinary-ness of my physical life experience. My life hologram does not include sights of extraordinary aircraft or winged creatures, nor any other event which would otherwise challenge mainstream physics and nature textbooks.

Not too long ago this really gave me the glooms - as if I had been forgotten or still had not got my 'sight' right or opened enough portals to be able to see what others report they see. Wistfully I imagine what it might be like to catch a glimpse of a thing not supposed to be there, yet my hologram remains remarkably stable in its consistent efforts to show I am bananas to believe in the fantastical.

There are others who experience like me, and we question ourselves regularly; question the experience, question the information. Not as much as we did, the evidence is piling up around our lives to support this not so ordinary daily happening we are walking through. Yet the evidence remains predominantly an interior catalogue of sensations. We feel vast magnitudes of strangeness on the inside of this bio-suit, none of which is satisfied by conventional opinion. We find a small clutch of people who agree and we speak our same strangeness back and forth to one another to create a little circuit of certainty, with which to pull ourselves from one cresting wave of agonising dishevelment to another.

I cannot see that this mobius ring of believing disbelief will unfurl any time soon, so the twisting struggle with confidence in the band of limited agreement upholding this reality will roll on a while yet. I would like to be an encourager, one who provides faith for those lagging, but the inclination to sew together the words for such projects dissipated a ways back.

Our own inward and outward breath has to be that encouragement of belief. For as surely as the fact that you breathe be a truth, your inner experience of understandings is a truth which withstands scrutiny.

I am Seven Spheres which are Now Here, with a connection to the 10th and 9th Spheres incoming. This is fact, something I have stated from my non-local mind more times that I have remembered to count. I have no idea what that means however. It is this inability to find a supporting reference, the lack of historical teachings, or a spiritual practice hundreds of years old written on skins in Sanskrit, which has undermined our confidence to wildly embrace the probable veracity of our intuitive statements.

Humans are trained to give proofs for everything, even proof that the sun will rise tomorrow and why. What difference does it make if we have these things? I am not attempting to convince anyone of any thing I say, so there need be no requirement to obtain and give a supporting thesis on it - not even to myself.

'Seven of Us are Now Here. Support must be given to Ten and to Nine'. Such an interestingly mysterious statement to make. Does any being out there know what I am referring to? I sure would like to have that conversation.

We wobble onward, a seeming instability effected by the misshapen nature of this planet's body; in and out of assurance, in and out of acceptance, hoping for a definitive event to clinch our opinion on our own observations.

When you stagger off the course of believing you know where to place your feet next, consider that this is the aberrant titter of a drunken planet still struggling to sober up and remember why she had the first drink or who gave it to her.