Our Friends in the Sky

on my experiences with the consciousness which appears as lights in the night's sky

Okay, shit’s about to get weird.

My alternative title for this was, ‘When I Accidentally Started a Cult’.

That would have been more provocative, for sure. But I wanted to be truer to the spirit of what I actually hope to share here. Which is the life affirming and soul empowering connection I found with what I understand as a community of conscious entities which will manifest as pretty lights in the night’s sky.

I could write a book on all of my experiences with this phenomenon. And I actually think this is the start of it.

I’ve hosted about forty in-person live meditations under the stars, with the explicit intentions of calling in these lights in the sky—or if you will—these extra dimensional entities of benevolence.

The experiences have led me to believe that not only are these lights emanations of intelligent beings, but they are our family, even our own higher selves, and they are psychic as all get out.

They’ve joined me in dreams and healed me emotionally and spiritually.

Some say physical healing is possible as well.

I believe their intention in showing up how they do is to open the hearts and minds of humanity. Urging us towards understanding our place in the great cycle of oneness, of which we are just one small, ever-evolving part.

I believe deeply that the fears people project about beings like this—Christian ideology training us to believe them demons—is human projection of the highest order. These beings are compassionate, unconditionally loving, wise, and gentle.

Fight me about it.

So, how on Earth did I get into doing this bizarre nonsense?

Summer, 2010

My friend and I got hooked to these videos, made by a woman in Pennsylvania, where she was filming lights in the sky.

You’d see one video and think she was just getting confused. Because she was saying some wildly speculative shit.

But then you’d watch a handful, and you’d start to see that it was more. She couldn’t be making all of what she was capturing up. Just not possible. Certainly, she was kind of wacky. But the more you looked at the channel, the more you saw how real it was that she was experiencing something.

So, we started looking.

We were pot smokers at the time. We would step outside of the home where we rented rooms to get blazed and watch for ‘suspicious’ lights.

One night, we see what seems strange.

Looks like a plane’s flight path. But the lights are wrong.

Literally, hop in his car and chase it for miles on end.

Most definitely a plane with a burnt-out light. But we SO put that energy of wanting out there. Sent that signal to the universe loud and clear.

But we felt really silly as we headed back home with our tails between our legs.

What a strange thing to do.

So, naturally, we went back to play video games, get high, and stay up extraordinarily late.

At 3am, no joke, we come out for one last joint.

I light up and look into the sky as my friend comes to stand beside me.

There is a really bright planet near this constellation… or wait… that’s moving… that’s like a…

The joint literally drops from my lips, and I smacked my friend’s arm, stunned silent, pointing up to what I’m seeing.

Above the lamppost at the street corner. A white orb is silently floating above our street. Moving so incredibly slowly.

Dead silent. Can’t stress that enough.

And so incredibly slow.

Like, as fast as a bicycle.

Shock wears off and we’re geeking out. I remember shouting with excitement despite the fact it was the dead of night.

I walk out towards it and notice how the perspective shifts. Seeing how I was moving more perceivably beneath it with just a small number of steps. And understanding intuitively how this meant the light was not all that high up.

So, it just silently floats up the street to the east until we can’t see it.

And it’s a pure white light. No obtrusions or shadows. It’s not attached to a plane or a helicopter or a drone.

We’re rocked. My friend is crying.

I remember discussing how you’re even supposed to go into work the next day after that kind of mindfuck.

Weeks go by. I’ve told everyone I can, because of course.

Spent a lot of time outside. My friend and I even saw another of what we suspected to be an orb, going behind a cloud and never coming out the other side.

But I still didn’t believe.

I wanted it to be real but couldn’t get there. It could be this or that. I just had trouble believing it truly supernatural, let alone extraterrestrial.

So, I’m out alone, smoking.

And I’m talking in my head to the sky. Making prayers.

I’ve been doing this for these weeks.

But this night the flavor is different. With humility. Acknowledging that I have been greedy in my demand for more information. That I am grateful. I said internally—I would be so grateful, and it would be so cool, if you could show me something I couldn’t explain away.

The moment I finished that thought. The exact spot in the sky my eyes were focused. A white orbed bloomed in opacity, from utter darkness, to glow super brightly—completely still—before shooting off, up and away, dimming as if it was dispensing the energy of light it had built up.

Well, Damn

It was my turn to cry.

I felt like I’d had an experience that someone in an ancient text might have explained as having spoken to an angel.

Don’t know what to do with that shit.

Even my friend who was there for the first one is super skeptical about this.

So. I just learn to live with this secret knowledge.

It all comes back every year or handful of months and I go on a weird deep dive into UFO documentaries. Sometimes seeing things that are reminiscent, but which never give me any sense of clarity.

A decade goes by.

And It’s 2020

I’m going to try and be as brief as possible here because this year was so full of intense experiences.

In fact, I plan to begin a series of essays where I dive into some of those.

But I digress, 2020 was the year of COVID.

I was home-locked. I wrote a first draft of a still unfinished book.

Then I got into one of those fazes of watching UFO documentaries. And I watched one that would change everything for me—CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE FIFTH KIND

They showed footage of the exact things I’d seen.

Dead on.

Espousing that these experiences could be re-created through meditation, group meditation, remote viewing, psychic contact, and astral projection.

Most of which I thought to be hocus pocus.

So close minded I was, despite having seen that light in the sky, which I knew had read and responded to the thoughts in my head those years ago.

Still, I wanted more.

I began meditating immediately. Which led me to spiritual philosophy and yoga.

All of this got me to a place where I was feeling pretty grateful.

But I wasn’t seeing them still. I looked and looked but saw nothing.

Then, one night. I’m looking out my window. It’s a cloudy night.

The sky is completely overcast.

And the thought comes in crystal clear.

Y’all haven’t shown up for so long because you want me to bring other people.

An orb shoots across the sky. Impossibly, between two trees in the tiny gap of sky I have to see, beneath the clouds.

The next day I started my cult.

I joke, but after years of hosting live sessions and online meditations where I led. There was a tendency by some to try and pedestalize me, which I reject wholeheartedly.

But the people were amazing. Truly.

Everyone who joined in on those events consistently felt like family. More than my blood family in most cases. Like, people I’d known throughout lifetimes.

So, What’s It Like?

I’m just going to get it this out of the way—the hardest pill for the rational person to swallow—literally the single barrier I’ve seen which separates people from being able to experience the phenomenon themself.

These bitches look like satellites, and they know it.

See that! In your mind. Walls come up. Bullshit alarm goes off.

There’s something in our rational mind that has heard too many ungrounded wackos espouse too many completely unfounded things. It just shuts down when we’re asked to set rationality aside.

But check this.

The universe is a trickster. It loves us. But it fucks with us when we try and figure things out.

Our friends in the sky embody that beautifully. If you come over-rational. Determined to be proven of somethings existence, beyond a shadow of a doubt, to your skeptic’s mind—you will miss the point. They will not show up how you want.

Discernment is valid and needed to stay grounded in truth.

The attitude of needing it proven to you in the way you want. Presumes a kind of authority to your own mental prowess. It’s a projection of egotism and false ideals of control.

You have to work with magic for it to work with you.

These lights and conscious energies work the same exact way.

They want you to witness, leave the judging of things aside, and let them take care of the rest.

Love is also the feeling they are most attracted by. When groups are gathered in the loving, joyful celebration of life—that is when they show up the most abundantly.

Finding that childlike wonder, bare curiosity, is key.

And so, for the first twenty minutes you’re out there, it might just seem like there are an awful lot of satellites.

Then, you start noticing these ‘satellites’ doing weird things.

Fading in and out. Blooming up bright. Flying gentle serpentine patterns. Criss crossing in ways you’ve never seen.

You start seeing what seems maybe like falling stars. But when you look closely its different. Orbs without tails, blooming and blasting across the sky in straight horizontal lines.

There start to be flashes in the sky. Brief, large flashbulbs right where you happen to be looking. Or my favorite, precisely when someone in the group says something profound.

I’m always talking at these events, so, I appreciate the support from above.

Or you shine a laser pointer at one of these ‘satellites’ and it blooms into a small sun before fading out.

Or… check this. You verbally invite them into your dreams at the end of the session. Then go straight to bed. And you have vivid dream experiences of contact where you’re touched, spoken too, or shown things—before you wake back up ten minutes after having fallen asleep.

If you’re down to clown like that, of course. It’s kind of freaky.

I certainly am.

Once you’ve experienced the breadth of the phenomenon, it changes how you see the sky.

But you can’t get there if you’re being stubborn and grumpy about how they look like satellites. We’ve seen greens and reds and blues. But they’re usually white. And it’s because people need to be eased in. This is scary.

There needs to be that chance that it’s just a satellite. Because we couldn’t really handle to see it plain.

We think we could. But we’re afraid to our bones.

This is how I know they protect us.

The quietest nights I’ve ever seen, when a group has gathered, is when one or more of the people are new and scared. You literally see the lights come out when the uncomfortable folks go to the bathroom. Or only show up behind their backs the whole night.

But the fear is in all of us.

It’s coded into us everywhere. It’s the greatest lie of our institutions and systems.

Fear the unknown. You are not safe. Evil is everywhere.

Bullshit.

Evil is in men and women who do not understand their place and are out of balance with who they are. It is projection.

The universe is compassionate and neutral.

These wonderful mother fuckers in the sky taught me that.

But Who Are They?

Us. They’re us. They’re family.

I believe that when I die, I will see myself from some of those lights. That my own higher self emanates a form of light to connect with me here in time.

And I believe that the people who feel so called to join me in this practice are a part of that family.

I believe that to my very core. Because I feel it in my heart. In a sense of past lifetimes shared. A sense of family beyond blood.

Plus, that’s the only answer I’ve ever gotten out of the lights themselves.

It’s ridiculous how many times I’ve asked them about who and what they are.

The only confirmation I’ve ever got in flashing lights was to the suggestion they are ‘us’, ‘we’, or ‘me’.

For a long time, I thought perhaps they were just super zen. And they were trying to teach me about the principles of oneness.

I do think they are essentially. But I also believe deeply that this community of souls in the sky are the seeds to many people here on the planet—maybe everyone.

Once in a dream, I was hugged from behind, lifted into the sky, and had whispered into my ear—I love you, I love this body.

I woke up being like… what the fuck do you mean you ‘love this body’?

In retrospection, I don’t think they were objectifying me.

I think that was me up there. Big me.

Telling me they love this version; this small part of them.

I’ve also met people who my entire heart, body, and soul feels so deeply called to invite to join me or somehow bring this bizarre spiritual practice to. Some of which I’ve seen myself doing that with in dreams. Whom I believe are a part of this family as well.

I’ve met people who are afraid to look too closely at this subject, or the sky for that matter, but my intuition has told me are like… a real big deal up there.

I hope to someday show these people the way home. If I’m right about all this.

I think that’s one of the big reasons I’m here, in this life.

There’s a family up there that’s calling us. I believe some of us need to walk here on earth knowing more about who we really are, empowering the change and healing we truly have the capacity to create when we become our most authentic selves. When we know we’re eternal. When we know we’re supported by beings of great intelligence that love us no matter what.

It’s a pretty good deal when you get past the freaky stuff.

So… WTAF Should I Do with This Information?

I don’t know. Stay blind, I don’t care.

Do what you want, really.

In all seriousness, it’s something for those who are ready. I’m not trying to convince anybody who's looking to scrutinize.

I just want to encourage people to give it a shot. You can absolutely forge this connection on your own. I did it.

You don’t need a guide. They’ll be the guide.

Our friends in the sky are just that… friends.

Just look up.

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