Contact: Visitors from Other Worlds

© 2021, sonia 

The following experience is written from two perspectives.  First is an enduring memory I have from age four. The second is from from an astral perspective or disassociated view and a memory more recently surfaced.  The italicized portion is memory that has come back over the years and most specifically this past year plus (2020-21).  I attempt to illustrate what I saw decades ago using the photos, screen shots and videos of more recent years’ light anomalies or orbs.  

Part One will be retelling my experience with little or no comment nor conclusion .  In Part Two (or more) I will explore the possibilities, beyond the material realm, using the various opinions and multiple academic, scientific, historic and spiritual sources that I have studied over the years that inform this experience as what can be called “otherworldly”, “spiritual” or “multi-dimensional”. The use of quotes does not necessarily evidence a belief system nor endorsement of the person quoted. Rather it is the best descriptive language, at this time, while also showing the many sources and works that touch on the theories surrounding our eternal souls and our place within Creator’s Universe.

Part One: Contact

A 1960's single family two story home.  Sapling trees in the yard, indicative of it's newness, a blue car parked in a neighbors driveway and very green grass marking the spring season.
My home in Maryland Easter 1964/65. The upstairs window on the right is the bedroom I shared with my sister.

Waking from sleep my eyes are still closed. I ‘feel’ the words “Don’t open your eyes you might see something that will scare you.” Still my eyes open and then I see the warning was not without merit. Right before my eyes, floating upward from the floor and between the bed and the wall was my greatest fear, a spider.  Not just any spider though, this was a grand daddy long legs spider and I really do not like them.  It floats upward vertically and then begins moving horizontally over my bed.  Throwing the blanket over my head my first thought was of my big sister.  I wasn’t worried about her, I needed her to save me.  She is asleep in the twin bed next to mine.  I know it will only take one foot on the floor and I can launch myself into her bed and into safety. Except there was a floating grand daddy long legs over the top of me.

Grand daddy long legs spider. Small reddish body with brown spots, 6 legs sprout from the tiny center.

Managing to turn over in bed under the covers it was only a couple of seconds out in the open and I was in the safety of my sister’s bed with the blanket over both of us.  She was not too happy about it as I woke her up.  

“There is a spider! It’s floating in the room and it was over my bed and now it’s over us,” I sputter on the verge of crying.

“Shut up and go get Mom then!” saying ‘shut up’ was against the rules but I didn’t bring it up.

“No, it’s out there,” whining now.

“Nothing is out there, just look.  Go get Mom and Dad,”  she groaned as she turned over to get back to sleep.

(Italics are used to depict parts of the memory that came later).

I am actually in two places now.  There in my childhood home running across the almost bare wood floor.  I am also up above, viewing the scene from the ceiling…there is no roof on the house and I can view all the rooms from this vantage point. I am looking down at the twin beds and I see it.  A tall grayish, brownish, long legged, creature with a large head and big black eyes.  My sister, still asleep in her bed, is held in a blue light. I move beyond the bedroom wall to my parent’s room.  I see this time two creatures like the first, each is on either side of my parent’s bed.  They are doing something. Checking something?

A very real looking animation of a tall grey ET, very thin, greyish blue skin and large black eyes, can not see any white to the eyes.
Clipart image of a grey alien, this is very close to what I see in this memory.

I knew it was no use, my sister couldn’t help and I’d have to go to my parent’s room.  I brave a peek from under the blanket. Coast is clear and I hit the floor running.  Across the little rug and hard wood floor I run out of the room, into the hall and turn toward my parents room.  

There I see the small 4 year old form that is me, a splash of black hair,  pajama top and bottoms, white with maybe a light colored print on them.  I watch as she (myself) jumps from one bed to the other; then again from that bed she runs right through the first creature who then vanishes, splitting off into shards or pieces that fly into the air before disappearing. The blue beam is also gone. As she (myself) stands at the doorway of her parents room the two creatures cease their activities and look toward the doorway, she (me) doesn’t see these two creatures same as she did not see the first.  What was a grand daddy long legs is now clear to me, from my perch above, a beautifully, multi colored round orb of light.  The creatures seem to react, looking up, as the orb enters my parent’s room.  They vanish, much like the first, and my view from above ceases.

clip art image of grey extra terrestrial
Another clipart image that closely resembles what I remember seeing.

I stand in the doorway of my parent’s room and I see it again.  The grand daddy long legs is moving toward the bed right to where my parent’s are sleeping.  I let out one of those little girl, high pitched screams.  To this day I can safely say I’ve never seen two people wake up and get out of bed so fast. In seconds I am in my mother’s arms and my father is looking about for what could have caused such a ruckus. He looks into our room and my sister is now sitting up.  I guess I’ve woken her up too.

I was insistent to my parents about what I did see and worried for them and the grand daddy long legs return.  To keep me calm and so they too could get sleep it was decided I would be in bed with my sister with the lights on.  I was thrilled, my sister not so much.  My parent’s go back to bed and my sister is soon asleep again.  I, however, am wide awake. 

The above screen shot from Nov 2014 shows how the orb in motion has a sort of tail trailing behind. The one by my bed was moving vertically with the tail looking like legs perhaps.

Sitting up slightly on my pillow watching our doorway and the dark hallway beyond something white comes from the left of the door jam, like something partially sticking out of our 3rd bedroom.  I lift up to see better.  I am not frightened. It slowly moves back behind the doorway and out of sight. I return to a reclined position and a few seconds later there it is again; partially sticking out from the doorway.  There are many cycles of this exchange that today I realize is a “peek a boo” game.  I am very  curious and know this has something to do with my scare earlier but the spider is now far from my thoughts.

Taken over Thanksgiving 2021 at my mother’s home. This is a very good example of what I was seeing peering from the other side of the door jam although what I saw was much more solidly colored white.

Flattening my blankets to make sure they are not in the way of what I am seeing.  Of course the blankets are pink and this object is very white. Solid from my perspective.  With 4 year old aged limits on memory and images I consider that this is a cartoon baker’s leg. I imagine a baker in a hat with a white apron and white pants.  I decide he is sticking out his leg and then pulling it back. Later in life I would also equate this to a white robe of a Priest or an Angel.  As this “peek a boo” continues I realize I know things in my head but not hearing any words.  I know that this white thing is very sorry about my being frightened earlier.  It is concerned with me and wants me comforted. It has a distinct male energy; strong and protective.  And it has something to show me.  

I know this to be a gift to be shown to me and not something I will hold or keep.  I anticipate and my curiosity builds.  Then from the 3rd bedroom, up near the ceiling and against the far wall of the hall they begin to fly.  Ribbons and ribbons of colorful light; greens, yellows, blues, whites, reds, pinks.  They flow down the hall and out of sight before returning on the opposite wall.  I do not know how much time passes but they slowly begin to fade away.  Looking back at the doorway expectantly, smiling because I am very happy now and awaiting the next surprise.

What I recall seeing at age 4 was much more uniform. This is the closest example from 2015. Notice even having the television on doesn’t deter “the visitors”.

“What is next?”, I think in my head.  

Wanting to see more and curious as to who is doing all these tricks for me I ask, “Can I see what you look like?” “Come out from the doorway so I can see you.” “I want to know who is there.” All of these thoughts are in my head but I feel I am conversing with something.

Again there is a knowing that I will not be permitted to see more than has been shown so far.  I become disappointed and even begin to pout.  Suddenly there is a shift in the energy and I am going to see something more; what I can only describe as a “negotiation” with others (?) a deal is struck and I am going to be allowed to see more than what has been shown.  I have no fear just a sense of peace and protective love.  I wait a few seconds.  From behind the door jam of the 3rd bedroom reaches out a hand. This is an adult male human hand and it does twinkle fingers at me. Not in the least threatening.  A little wave from a large, brown, human male hand.  Then it was gone.  

Clip art of the Hands of God drawing with one finger hand reaching out for the other.
Not what I saw but appropriate.

The sounds of movement come from the room to the right.  My father is up and I can not wait to tell him about everything that has happened since they went back to sleep.  As he readied himself for work I began retelling what had happened.  Likely I was very excited and talking very fast as was my habit.  I tried to explain that “a man” had been there visiting me and trying to make me feel better and that he sent me colors and I could talk to him without any words.  This was not met with equal excitement.  As far as my Dad remembered I was scared out of my wits and now I’m talking about some “man” in the house visiting? What nonsense. 

My father, being fatherly, did not want me ranting about such fantasies and scaring everyone the house.  I am certain that “the man” is still in other room. A normal parental thing to have me do is go to the room and see that there is nothing there; nothing to be frightened of and no man, it was only a dream.  I explain I was awake the whole time and the light was on. Dad insisted and so I went to that 3rd bedroom.  Looking in the doorway the room looks like a photograph negative, and there in the center of the room is what looks like a human man kneeling on one knee and closing a briefcase. I can not make out his features. He appears to be closing the case which was a rectangular, hard type case with the locks that push down and unlike my father’s which was soft leather, more like a bag with a handle and a snap to close it.  The man turned and his head moved as if he was looking at me as I stand in the doorway.  Then he vanishes and the room returns to normal.

two strips of negative format film
When looking into the 3rd bedroom the entire room was colored thusly.

I run back to my Dad.  “I saw it, I saw it, it was still there.  The man was there and he looked at me…and, and….”  My father threw up his arms and left for work shortly after.  I waited for my mother and sister to wake up and hear all about what happened.  I received much the same response from them as with my Dad; it was a dream, I had a nightmare, or I watched something scary on television etc.  It would be decades before I would begin to put the pieces together.

My sister, Linda, on the right. Me on the left. I believe it to be about this age when I had this experience. 1965ish.

End Part One.

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Before I Was Here

We’ve all heard of the near death experience (NDE). I began hearing stories of the ‘phenomena’ in the media in the 1970’s. Controversial at the time but by the 21st century it has become accepted within the scientific and religious communities as well as across the general public as something that does indeed happen.  A google search on “books about near death experiences” yields a bit over 96 billion hits. Reading of other’s NDEs can be very inspiring and brings hope to many who themselves or their friends and family are facing the end of their lives.  Reading the stories of people who have all manner of spiritual experiences can be helpful not only in providing hope for the beyond but also in triggering our own sacred memories.  The experience I write of here is not a near death experience however…mine is a “before life experience”; the experience of coming into my body, of becoming a conscious human and of the beginning of a journey that goes from lifetime to lifetime and star system to star system.

Where was I before I was here?  It’s been a question I’ve been asking since a very small child. Spurred by the memory of an experience which for a number of years I had thought was just a dream.  It is one of my most enduring memories that over time has not faded rather its become more clear. 

It goes like this: I am in the kitchen of my childhood home.  I am up at ceiling level above where the refrigerator would stand, a kitchen scene plays out below. To the right a woman stands with her back to the room, she is at the stove.  A girl sits at the table and she is facing me, to my left is where I am going.  I am floating downward from what I believe in the dream is the refrigerator, large and bright white.  I’m seeing the girl again, with long brownish blondish hair and brown eyes and I say or think (probably think), 

“Oh, look who is here.”  

I am very happy by it too.  I have a recollection of turning back toward the refrigerator, large and bright white, and I say or think, 

“I will remember this time, I will not forget this time.” 

I also see another being to my right, tall and slender but can’t make out much more.

I get closer to this body that I am to become and once I reach the destination the veil drops and I’m me, “sonia”. I have no memory following that until the next experience around age 4.

What did I mean by “remember”, “not forgetting” and “this time”? It was not words that I spoke but more like thought being transferred. Telepathic.  Who was I speaking to?  What does this mean? “Where was I before I was here?  Why isn’t everyone asking where they were before they were here?” “Why do people worry about where they are going when they die? They need to be thinking about where they were before they were here!” 

I had thought I was age 3 in the “dream” but in recent years meditation has helped me clarify that it is actually when I am born or very shortly after. This experience was in my psyche from the start and it was later infused with language and imagery as I attained those skills. As soon as there was language I could ascribe to the event I did and that is what became memory. The memory does seem to remain at that childlike level for most of my life.  

 Over time I’ve gained some clarity within the memory.  My spiritual quest began about 7 years ago with the appearance of many orbs that I could capture on video.  That began my seeking.  I wanted to know what and why they were around.  Since I have studied esoteric spirituality and mysticism, energy and crystal healing, channeling and meditation.  Today I am in continual contact with those spiritual beings or angelic forces that are a part of my soul group.  They have not steered me wrong yet and they cheer me on this current venture of sharing my story.

With the help of The Beautiful Many or Benevolent Beings (which is how I refer to them and they also have names) I have been able to clarify the memory and see more detail.  The clarifications were regarding the time period, I was not 3 I was being born; the figure to the right has come into focus and well, it is not human, but it is Divine.

 I am up very high, higher than the ceiling.  Below me is what appears to be a hospital ward with one bed sitting solitary at the back end of a long ward.  A light shines down on this one bed, I do not notice any other patients in beds.  That is where I am headed…to that solitary bed.  I am traveling down toward the one that I am to become and I see a girl facing me.  There is a woman sitting up in that bed, her hair is dark and piled on her head or short and puffed up, I do not see her face. Standing next to her bed is the very young girl with long blondish brown hair.  I think to myself, 

“Oh look who is here,”  

and I am happy for it. I look back and up, the direction I floated from, and there are 3 beings with me as I say,

“I will remember this time, I will not forget this time,”

So it was not the kitchen but a hospital ward. What I had thought was a kitchen table was actually a hospital bed.  And now I know I am not alone as I come into this body.  There are others with me. When I first discovered this in meditation the beings were shapeless forms. In later meditations they are like bright flickering light, and bright with colors. I do not get a sense of bodies or faces but I do feel one on either side and one behind me.  Do I have sides if I am not in my body? Today I am able to see more forms than the original 3…but I’m still working to get a clear image. All of them appearing as light forms throwing off prisms of color.  I have a sense of discussion, instruction and or guidance from these beings. I know that what I am to do will be difficult and lonely but I really want to be doing it…there is a sense of duty mixed with a deep desire. I know that I am to not give up and never, ever kill myself because I will want to see how this story ends.  

Also the tall, slender figure has come into greater focus; she is various shades of blue, yes, she is a she…her eyes are large and almond shaped and I see a smile on her lips.  I notice her back has something on it…is that feathers? wings? and suddenly she spreads them out – yes she is winged.  She is present not just for me but for others as well; perhaps for my sister or my mother or both. I call her AzúI  and know her as my Guardian Angel, perhaps my Higher Self.  Iknow in time and with deep meditation and prayer more will come.

“I will remember this time, I will not forget this time” 

That is my response to this guidance. I set an intention coming into this incarnation to REMEMBER why I was here.  I stacked the deck with a memory that would not die.  This “before life” counseling session from my guides seems to have set my moral compass and my personality.  Beginning in childhood I did not like secrets, I never could keep one either and everyone knows I still can’t. I did not like lies and not just because I was bad at it, which I was…but there was something about lying that would break me on the inside, I’d feel betrayed and regaining trust takes a very long time. It made me very sad if I found out a lie or to see another person be bullied or cheated.  

2015 a shower of orbs appears during the early morning hours at my home in Oregon.

I told this story to a shamanic healer during a session. It was she who mentioned to me, after hearing this story, that I might be a wanderer. That I may have incarnated from an ET soul, a different start eternity system.  About this same time I and perhaps it was the shamanic work itself but orbs began to show up in my pictures and videos with great frequency.   All these colorful, different sized and multi-colored orbs flying about sent me seeking more answers.

Today there are hundreds of spiritually channeled works, including the Bible, that do help clear up my questions.  From understanding my before life experience, to orbs to being a wanderer, and more I’ve discovered from various channeled material and a plethora of ET researchers and UFOlogists.  I am learning in this process that it is time to break the historic cycles, not by denying they happened but by forgiving them. My spirit guides tell me it is not important that people believe or even read my story…it is important that I tell it, that I put it out there in some formal way.

I write this in the hope that it might trigger the before life experience of the reader.  Or validate for another experiencer that they are not “the only one”.  We are all individual souls on personal journeys within this collective but with a common goal, Ascension into a higher density realm. Do not expect your experience to match another’s precisely…mine is not “near death” mine is “before birth” but because I could not describe a time that I may have died I blocked myself off from realizing the magic of the memory.  So do not compare yourself…know that many manifestations of benevolence are occurring. Your guides and angels will speak to you through your own experiences, language, knowledge and belief systems.  Know this as well when interpreting another’s experience as you listen to the stories others have to tell.

There will be those that will believe this an attempt to get attention. There will be those that will believe this story, and others to follow; to be the musings of the deluded. There will be those that think I’m making it up. There will be those that will call me egotistical, arrogant or grandiose.  To “those” I say, you are a blessed and loved child of the Creator and I love you too.

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In Gratitude – sonia