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Wendy’s Coffeehouse Interview Update #2

August 30, 2017 by fpdorchak

Turns out this interview is a podcast recording that will be available on the Empower Radio website, under Wendy Garrett’s Conscious Living segment.

We are still “in the midst” of things! We were about halfway in, joking about Wendy’s doppelgänger incident with her dogs…playfully dissing her doppelgänger…and all of a sudden, I’m just hearing white noise! No connectivity…so…they’re troubleshooting and trying to figure out what

(…doppelgänger…)

went wrong. I don’t know about Wendy…but I like her doppelgänger. Think she’s a pretty cool person, even if she doesn’t own dogs. And I know Wendy never intended to insult her Better Half.

No, not at all.

It was all just “radio talk”…that’s all it was…filling dead air so we have interesting stuff for people to hear…and she

(doppelganger)

has apologized, so she knows the error of her ways….

So let’s get this show back on the air!

Later followup: nope, didn’t happen! Some gnarly Ghost in the Machine took us down hard, so we’re rescheduling!

Stay tuned!

Filed Under: Esoterica, Interview, Just Plain Weird, Leisure, Metaphysical, Paranormal, Short Story, Spooky, Technology, To Be Human Tagged With: Conscious Living, Empower Radio, Interviews, Metaphysical, paranormal, Wendy's Coffeehouse

Wendy’s Coffeehouse Interview Update

August 29, 2017 by fpdorchak

My interview with Wendy’s Coffeehouse has been moved up to TOMORROW, August 30, 2017, 11 a.m. MT

Hope to hear you all then!

Filed Under: Dreams, Esoterica, Interview, Just Plain Weird, Metaphysical, Paranormal, Philosophical, Reincarnation, To Be Human Tagged With: Interviews, Metaphysical, paranormal, Wendy's Coffeehouse

Voice – Free Review Copies!

March 24, 2017 by fpdorchak

I have 19 slightly damaged copies of Voice that I want to give away!

Their damages?

The inside graphic image of the front cover is grainy. That’s it. Nothing else is damaged in the book—well, if you don’t count my intense, troubled characters. So, this being the case, I want to give them out for free for reviews. I’ll also pay for shipping.

I’ll even autograph them for ya.

So, where’s the risk?

You can contact me at the following, but these are hardcopy trades, so I will need a name and address:

  • fpdorchak (at) fpdorchak (dot) com
  • F. P. Dorchak, P. O. Box 49393, Colorado Springs, CO 80949

So, there’s no risk! You not paying for the book, you’re not paying for the shipping, and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to keep reading! But I’m hoping you will like some aspect of this intense, emotionally thrilling story and will write up a review on your favorite site as well as on Amazon.com. If you’re not interested, please pass this around to another who might be interested, and as long as I have copies, I’ll send them out.

I also plan on doing the same with some advanced review copies for my short story collection, Do The Dead Dream?, coming out this Hallowe’en, so stay tuned!

I thank you all in advance for your time!

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Emotional Thriller, Erotic Tale of Nonphysical Love, Ghosts, Metaphysical, paranormal, Supernatural

Going Somewhere….

November 5, 2016 by fpdorchak

Yeah, I Know...I'm Out There. (Photo © Jan C. J. Jones and F. P. Dorchak, 2016)
Yeah, I Know…I’m Out There. (Photo © Jan C. J. Jones and F. P. Dorchak, 2016)

Last evening I had a massage, and for the first time, I “went somewhere” during it!

I’ve always heard of others having out-of-the-body (OOBE) experiences while being massaged, and while mine was not an OOBE, I did have the typical experience I normally have while floating. That is, where I briefly “check out” of my current reality and visit, well…someplace…somewhen…else. And for the first time in my life, it happened to me. It wasn’t anything “huge,” admittedly, but it was stark enough that I wanted to mention it here.

Early in the massage, face up, I “checked out” and found myself with a couple of others—men and women, not sure who they were—but I was with them, saw their faces, and we were all happy and laughing and smiling! There was good energy here, and it fun and funny. It was a real as I feel my physical reality as I write this, as my massage was.

Then I “jerked back” and was back on the table…and I had a big smile on my face! I was lying there smiling, think, “Gee, I hope <my massage therapist> doesn’t see this!”

And that was it. Nothing huge, but stark, fun, and really cool, and I really wanted to share and document this!

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Filed Under: Esoterica, Just Plain Weird, To Be Human Tagged With: Floating, Massage, Massage Therapy, Metaphysical, Therapy

The Boy Who Was Brave

January 15, 2014 by fpdorchak

We all to have die sometime of something.

This may sound flippant, cruel, or heartless to some (especially given what I’m about to discuss), but it is a simple truth and not meant coldly. Most of us probably hope our deaths will be quiet and painless…or, perhaps at least in service to some greater good. We all more or less expect to die at a “right” time, after we’ve lived a full life…and those with children certainly never expect for them to go first….

Why do we have to die?

Why do some die horribly?

Why do some act heroically while others are victims?

These are powerful questions for which few have answers…or those who claim to have answers tend to be part of organizations that truck in the metaphysical (I include religions, here, because I’m using “metaphysical” in the broadest of senses). Nothing wrong with that. How else do you expect to find such answers, in real, everyday life, since most of us don’t take the “obvious” as answers, and “obvious” means different things to different people? Many of us are searching for answers to all the “whys” in Life, one of the biggest and hairiest of which is…why death.

Why?

But, no matter what we think we see, we experience, what if the answer to the Why of Death is that there really is no death?

Jesse McCord Lewis’s story is heart-wrenching. I haven’t read the book, only the RD article, but the article (and some Internet research) tells the story of six year old who acted older than his perceived six years of life should have allowed him to…and saved lives.

Jesse’s December 12, 2012 day, in Newton, Connecticut, started like any other day at the Lewis household, according to his mother, Scarlett Lewis. Scarlett woke Jesse up with song and kisses until he giggled. Jesse’s father, Neil, “arrived” (divorced, separated, shift worker…?) to take Jesse to school. It was a sunny morning, and frost coated the car. As Scarlett said her good-byes, she’d found “I love you” scratched into the frost on the car, and Jesse standing there, smiling up at her (she took a picture of it). But, when Neil dropped off Jesse at school (inside the school’s hallway, in a crouched position, I have to assume), Jesse turned to his father, put his hands on his father’s shoulders, and said: “I just want you to know it’s gonna be OK. I love you and Mom.”

Jesse turned and left for his first-grade classroom.

Scarlett tells us that Jesse, only four feet tall, was “born brave,” never shied away from challenges, always had a ready grin (interesting choice of words—not a “smile,” but a grin…). Possessed a “warrior’s heart” and was “an old soul” (another interesting choice of words). He also had a “favorite camouflage helmet.”

Scarlett tells us that when the first blasts of automatic gunfire opened up at Sandy Hook Elementary, there were reports that Jesse didn’t run, and more so, that he stayed by the side of his first-grade teacher, Miss Soto, whom he loved.

The gunman, whose name was Adam Lanza, entered their classroom and opened fire, killing Miss Soto. Survivor reports say that Jesse ended up with a head wound, did not flee, stayed on his feet…and faced the gunman…who ended up pausing to either reload or deal with a weapon’s issue (okay, weird synchronicity, here: as I’m initially writing this, on Dec 31st, about 4:47 a.m., on my iTunes radio the very instant I’d been working on this section was playing a Shinedown song, called “Second Chance.” I paused it when I heard the following: “Tell my mother, tell my father/I’ve done the best I can/To make them realize/This is my life/I hope they understand/I’m not angry, I’m just saying/Sometimes goodbye is a second chance…”; click here are the rest of “Second Chance’s” lyrics). It was in this moment that Jesse yelled to his classmates to run. Nine little kids did as they were told, by someone who possessed an uncanny and coherent presence of mind for someone six years of age that (to my way of thinking) goes beyond any six year old I’ve ever met. All nine who ran, survived.

Following Jesse’s death, Scarlett found in Jesse’s personal effects a picture he’d drawn two days earlier of (in her words) “an angel standing in front of a bad man.” I’ve only found this image in the Wayne Dyer video, on Scarlett’s website, at about the 3:25 mark. It does show a very short person before another, taller, person whose head is “messed up” (i.e., scribbled over) Scarlett also later found that Jesse had also scrawled on their kitchen chalkboard the message “Norurting Helin Love” (“Nurturing Healing Love”). Immediately following Jesse’s funeral, Scarlett further informs that during the balloon release in his honor that the floating balloons had actually formed a heart as they drifted over Sandy Hook Elementary School.

Why—and how—all of this?

One could invoke “God,” but how do you reconcile God “allowing” murder? The murder of innocents? This is another topic that draws much discussion (including the “free will argument)…but…what if reincarnation fit in with most views of what God is? What if reincarnation “fit in” with most religious beliefs? From what I remember of my study of religion in college, it can fit in with most religious tenants. Couldn’t reincarnation explain—through what I like to term “reincarnational angst”—a lot of the violence that pervades our world? Explain unexplainable grudges, anger, conflict? Personal angst? Especially such explosions as this that seemingly come out of nowhere? Yes, mental illness is at play in this instance, but why (again another of the “Big Whys”…) the mental illness? Get past the pure biology or psychology of it all and try to go philosophically, spiritually—what brings on this kind of mental illness? If we’re so quick to leap into religious discussion about devils, battles between Good and Evil, why can’t we also leap into discussions about reincarnation? Okay, it might not be written about in one or another’s holy books…but are computers written about in said holy books? Cars? The concepts of space travel, or capital gains? So, if so, then we might begin to see that perhaps we are the creators of the violence in the world, not some unseen, inherent Evil, but a very personal misunderstanding of confused energy and feelings. Fear. That through the  misunderstanding of our feelings, our urges, in the case of uncorrelated experiences to a person’s current life experiences, that issues from another life might very well be impacting an individual’s psyche. It might be a useful course of action to follow. Again, how much more “far out” is it to consider reincarnational theory then it is to consider an inherent Devil at odds with God? We all like to use terms like “old soul,” in casual conversation…why use it if we don’t believe it?

As I look at the picture of the boy in his “favorite camouflage helmet,” as I look into his face…his eyes…I do not see a six-year-old child.

I see…a soul with a purpose. I see determination.

I believe we all live multiple lives across Time, and that these lives impact each and every other life (our own and others’). Though I don’t believe these lives are lived chronologically, I use the term “reincarnation,” which typically seems to imply (at least in casual conversation) linear chronology. I believe God does allows us our lives…but beyond that, it’s all up to us to create and live them. And this “allow” is meant metaphysically deeply. Is far from a trite utterance. I mean it to mean each of us chooses our lives, our challenges within them, and our physical entrances and exits into corporeal existence, including all that implies.

I feel the abovementioned picture of Jesse shows the spirit and determination of a soldier from another life “come back” to perform a deed (okay, it’s now January 1st, 4:51 a.m. or so, as I reworked this passage, and another Shinedown song on my iTunes radio, “45” plays. As I wrote the preceding, the following lyrics hit me: “And I’m staring down the barrel of a 45/
Swimming through the ashes of another life…
”; here is the link to the rest of the lyrics…interesting how this particular song might apply to both Jesse and the gunman). I can’t help but feel that that picture radiates a soldier in another life coming back to save some children from a very bad, messed-up individual. The reasons for something like this are many and varied, but, perhaps, in that other war-time life there had been some strong ties between Jesse, his parents, Miss Soto, and Lanza that related to the nine children who were able to flee that classroom with their lives. Some…unfinished business. This is what I picked up from Jesse’s picture. This is what the song synchrony seems to be reinforcing as I write and rewrite this post (as I write this now [January 1st], Breaking Benjamin’s “Breath” is playing…).

It’s tragic there was a murderer and victims to this story, and not the return of Jesse and the others to their lives. As I’d mentioned, I’d caught this story in Reader’s Digest, and it greatly moved me, as does any heroic, Human Interest story, but the reincarnational aspects of Jesse’s life jumped out to me…and hopefully pointing this out may help others in whatever ways something like this could and should help…but it does in no way justify the gunman’s actions. That person was obviously deeply and profoundly disturbed (the Sandy Hook Elementary link tells that Lanza was obsessed about writing “…about battles, destruction and war“; this clearly tells me there has to be a reincarnational aspect to his angst, given he was never personally in battle in this life, so it adds additional fuel to the soldier reincarnational theory with Jesse), and we must all take responsibility for our actions in whatever life is our current focus, reincarnational angst or no.

We need to curb our anger our hatred…the violence we inflict upon ourselves and one and other…and we can’t do that with methods that are just not working. While I hail Scarlett’s journey to try to make the world a better place with The Choose Love Foundation, I hope that it goes beyond just preaching that all we have to do is love each other “more” (she does talk of “programs,” but I don’t know what those programs are). We need to understand what is going on that all of a sudden more kids and adults are going into schools and killing each other. Why the sudden epidemic? Why schools? I remember no such instances (not one) from my youth. What has changed and why? We need to develop new methods to combat these kinds of disturbed acts. It’s not just a matter of “choosing” love over violence…it’s also about understanding where the underlying anger and violence are coming from and dealing with them. Stomping anything down—even with love—does not rid one of the problem. It merely compresses it. And as we should all know, with compression comes heat and with heat…explosions. Exploring and understanding reincarnation can be one useful tool in an arsenal of tools. From what I’ve learned, once many grow to quantify and understand their problems…understand why they might feel one way or the other, or from where their problems originate…the problems become manageable. Yes, there are always exceptions, and no, reincarnational theory is not a cure-all, but if such issues arise early in life with no apparent starting point in the current life, where else do you—can you—turn? Sure, possibly genetics, but I feel genetics can also be tied to reincarnation, and I’ve read (in more than one, non-metaphysical, source) that actual genetics can be changed within an individual without so-called scientific (invasive) manipulation.

There are many Whys…many of which I certainly don’t have answers to…but in looking to Jesse’s helmeted picture, I see more than a “mere” six year old involved in saving those nine others…there was a man…a soldier, from another time…who briefly visited our existence to help those who survived to survive. I mean he stood up to the shooter and did not run. Faced him. Why more—why Miss Soto—were not saved gets into deeper metaphysical considerations, upon which there are many books written….

Reincarnation is not just a party discussion (and there has been actual serious research performed on the subject), but a very real possibility that can help us better understand ourselves and be put to use in bettering not only our current lives…but all of our lives.

I salute you, Jesse McCord Lewis. Thank you for performing your mission. You were, indeed, a boy who’d been brave.

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Filed Under: Esoterica, Paranormal, Reincarnation, To Be Human Tagged With: Hay House, Jesse, Jesse Lewis, Metaphysical, Nurturing Healing Love, Reader's Digest, Sandy Hook Elementary School, Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting, Scarlett Lewis, The Choose Love Foundation, Violence

The Silver Man

February 2, 2013 by fpdorchak

The Silver Man (© F. P. Dorchak/Zachary Lin Graphics 2013).
The Silver Man (© F. P. Dorchak/Zachary Lin Graphics 2013).

Is this true?

Did it really happen?

Was it an hypnogogic hallucination?

I’d been e-mailing my brothers one day, back in November of 2009, when one of them, Greg (you know him from such postings as The Most Interesting Man in the World), told me something that kinda, well…blew my mind. Something that to this day still has me waiting for him to pop out from behind a wall and yell “Ha, April Fools!” For going on four years, now, he continues to assure me he’s not yanking my chain. Swears it’s true.

The Silver Man.

I’ve heard of “Shiny people” before, from an in-law who wrote about them in his book, Faith, Family, and Friends, in Chapter 16, “Shiny People,” but my instance sounded different from this (detail below). In the abovementioned e-mail exchange, at the time (though I no longer recall them now), I mention I’d heard of some “silver people” on occasion (and to this day I remember remembering hearing an instance of them)…but when I went searching for them for this post, found no info on them. Whatsoever. Another I know also did a search. Also nothing. I find this curious. So, what I wanted to do here, was to consolidate all I’ve found out in one place, regarding “Silver People.” Admittedly, my instance is no great shakes, when placed next to the other information below, but this is no competition, and so cool I have to relate it. I also want to compile what information I’ve found for others who might also have had a similar experience, similar questions.

I’ve been waffling on posting this for a while…which also gave my brother ample time to come clean and tell me he’s kidding…wondering how it might make me look (but so many others relate similarly structured “visitations” in the tropes of their religious beliefs, I figured I should also be allowed to express my experiences, though I do not attach religious interpretations to them)…but, in the end, I didn’t really “experience” it, as you’ll see—though I was there. It’s so unreal, so mysterious. Creepy, even? Not so much “creepy,” as out-of-this-world cool. And I know many will most likely not believe it. It’s the stuff you hear about in books, movies, and late-night Internet radio. It’s the stuff you hear about from other people, not someone you know. But, my brother swears it’s true, so I believe him.

This is from my brother, Greg (whom I call “The Renaissance Man”). My initials are “fpd” for additional comment and clarification:

“It was when we were kids. Dad was working on my room, so I had to sleep down in that annex in your room (my room had a smaller, attached, “little room,” with a couple steps that led down into it—fpd). I woke up one night, my head was turned so that I was looking right up the stairs at your bed. The moon was really bright and it was shining right in the room. And there was this silver man sitting on the foot of your bed, just kind of looking down at you. He turned and looked at me, paid me very little attention, then turned back to look at you.

“I did what any kid would do and pulled the blanket up over my head. By the time I pulled it down again he was gone. Freaky.

“[He was] Not clothed, just kind of a smooth-skinned featureless man, or woman I guess. No hair to speak of. Regularish human face and build.

“Our rooms were being rebuilt, all three of us boys were in your room. You and Chris (my other brother—fpd) were in beds that faced the window wall, feet pointing towards the door (I believe this should actually be that the heads of the beds were up against the window wall, since he specifically pointed out what our feet were pointing toward the door; I also never remember our beds “facing the window”—fpd). Chris was on the far side of the room behind you.”

Now, on the one hand, there really isn’t much to the above, but on the other hand, it’s enough…isn’t it?

I mean if this is to be believed, some other intelligence had come from wherever it had come from to see me…to sit at the foot of my bed and visit me. Out of everyone else in the world—the universe? Who was I that this being should visit me…and what had transpired between us? Surely, he/she/it wouldn’t have come from wherever it came from just to look at me and not have something theoretically “important” transpire…and why would a being of such advanced stature need to even “physically” (I think it was actually more of a nonphysical thing) come see me?

I don’t think it was that simple, but I also have no answers.

In March of the following year (2010), while I was on a trip to California, my other brother, Chris (whom I call “The Healer”), and I discussed this. We thought we’d try to psychically tune into and receive information about who/what this “Silver Man” was/is. Chris came up with that “s/he/it” was some kind of entity that took an interest in my soul’s growth. S/he/it wasn’t interested in the mundane (hence the look he gave Greg—heh, heh, sorry, Greg, couldn’t resist! ;-] ), but about how I grew as an entity. I take this one step further and also believe that the being is somehow a part of me, as in a “psychic lineage” of some sort. I don’t believe in “third party” universal beings who are removed from us, just “taking an interest” in us, and peeking in from time to time “to see how we’re doing.” I don’t believe in unemotional, dispassionate, curiosity. I believe we are all tied to each other, and that we have infinitely related versions of ourselves in multiple realities or universes and we all interact. And of course we are all part of All That Is (“God” to the many of you). So, I believe there is a direct link between me and my Silver Man.

So, I’ve played with many ideas, since hearing this, but, interesting, huh? I mean, some being from the Great Beyond sat on the end of my bed as I slept in the middle of the Adirondack woods of upstate New York.

My cousin-in-law, Phil, in his book, Faith, Family, and Friends, wrote about his experience with “The Shiny People,” while dealing with a heart attack at age 37. In his book he described that after having come out of a coma while in the hospital, and while talking with his mother, he’d seen a glow behind her. “A soothing brightness,” he described it. This light came toward him. His legs and back had been hurting him—when suddenly he was pain free. As this light came to him, he also had the sense of people behind him (he was in your standard hospital room at the time). He thought himself to have been in a dream, as the colors grew vividly bright and multicolored. There were shooting star-like lights that Phil felt were prayers. The light was peaceful, and he felt a great understanding overcome him. It was like he was no longer in that hospital room….

Phil was then standing before a horizon, the bright light ahead of him, over that horizon. He saw the backs of people—only their backs—walking toward and over the horizon, into this brilliant radiance. He tried to go, but felt held back. Suddenly, he had the odd sensation of simultaneously being in his body looking out/outside his body looking in…with someone holding him in their arms (like Michelangelo’s statue, “Pieta,” he says). He was small—yet still 37 years old—and was the same size as all the others heading toward that horizon. As he watched them, he saw as they all turned shiny. The person holding him was dressed in a hooded robe, and his/her flesh and robe were the same color, a shiny pearl color that reflected all of the colors that surrounded the both of them. The colors changed as the people walked by, and the shooting-star prayers continued to fly past…“very clean and pure colors.” He was then mentally told to be patient and go back and heal, by who was holding him. He returned to his hospital room.

After I wrote the initial draft of this post last year, then left for work, I asked myself to give me some kind of clue…any information…on what or who this Silver Man was. At lunch, I stopped by a Barnes and Noble, went to the Spiritual/Metaphysical section, and allowed myself to gravitate toward one end of the bookcase. As I scanned the shelves, one book immediately caught my attention: Ultraterrestrial Contact, by Philip Imbrogno. I opened the book and immediately went to the index.

Silver Lady, 202 – 205.

I went to it. In it, paranormal researcher Ellen Guiley Rosemary describes an event that happened to her involving…a Silver Lady. She said that over a period of time, she met a tall, silver woman “dressed in flowing, glowing, silver garments” in her dreams. Their communication was nonverbal, and she kept her face turned away from her during most of their contact, but when she was finally able to look at her face it was “…an oval swirl of iridescent color like mother-of-pearl.” Mostly, they met in her dreams, but one night in 1988, she awoke at three a.m. to find her standing beside her bed. The Silver Lady appeared solid and glowed with a silvery, shimmery light. During this encounter, however, she describes having received a tremendous, nearly overpowering “download,” she called it. When it was over (when she felt she could take no more of the “download”), the Silver Lady had departed, Ellen found her bedroom window open—which she took as sign (she doesn’t spell out what this “sign” was, however; I assume nothing). She had no more experiences with this Silver Lady, whom she thought to be an angel, but in 1991, while visiting medium, Eddie Burks, she asked “Who is the Silver Lady?” Burks channeled that Ellen did not have “quite an accurate picture” of who the Silver Lady was. In the Silver Lady’s channeled words: “I am not an angel, but am of the angel realm and the human realm.” The channeled Silver Lady further said that “she” was an “intermediary” between those two realms for purposes of “interpretation.”

I love that!

No evil, end-of-world bell ringing, not an “angel,” as usually described (note Ellen did so, herself), but something else entirely. Basically, something beyond Human ken.

Whole Light Beings (added after initial post, 2/15/13)

A friend of mine sent me a short blurb of information from “The Book of Knowledge:  THE KEYS OF ENOCH,” by J.J. Hurtak. She told me that it describes “Whole Light Beings,” who are described as:  “Those entities of Light that exist in pure bodies of energy and travel through the universes by quanta mechanistic corpuscles of Light and move in the midst of Man by gravitational fluxline controls.”  (See Key 316:30-35).

Wow. Okay.

So, what was it that my brother saw all those years ago, sitting on the edge of my bed, in the bright Adirondack moonlight? Was my Silver Man of the “angel realm and the human realm“? An interpretive intermediary?

But curiously, I also noticed another similarity between another event in my life and Ellen’s, above. When I was in air force navigator training years ago, and having issues deciding if I was going to stay or go, I had a really weird experience I’ll write about in another post, but the end result was that I had seen not one but two ghosts (at the same time), and when I awoke the next morning the door to my quarters were wide open.

Mind you, this was on a military base, and I’ve never sleepwalked. Our quarters opened into the parking lot. So, I woke up and found my quarter’s door three-quarters fully opened, and found myself looking outside into the parting lot from my bed. I later made the decision to leave navigator training (I was never good with doing numbers in my head).

I have absolutely zero memory of any of what my brother had related to me. I’ve talked with Greg more about it afterward, several times. He maintains he remembers it clear as day, and that he’d been wide awake—that, in fact, he’d had trouble sleeping that night. If I had an experience like this, I’m sure I’d also remember it clear as day and through to the present! He also mentioned that he’d thought he’d already mentioned this to me, but he hadn’t. Yeah, I’d remember that. Anyway, as much as Greg jokes around (well, he does get paid for it), he’s fast and furious in raising the “Bullshit” flag. I know no one quicker to running that flag up the flagpole than him. So, if he says he saw it…I believe him.

Until I see him poke his pointy little head around the entrance to my office.

Nope—nuthin.

Now, I know many will think, yeah…but what about hypnagogic hallucinations?

I’ve had hypnagogic hallucinations before—oh yeah, like the stark weirdness of the Silver Man, this one I remember from back in my college days living off campus. I swear I’ll remember this one until the day I die. It was of a giant, black spider the size of a person, clinging to the ceiling directly above me, while I was in bed—yeah, you bet I still remember that image—so I know things can look extremely real in the in-between world of sleep and awake life, but I also know, that those delusions I’ve had never remained for more than an instant, a flash; never more than a “beat,” as writers might say. Never moved. Yeah, I’d leapt out of bed faster than you can blink, flicked on all the lights, and checked under all the sheets, under the bed, in my shorts, you name it. Of course it’d been fake. Not really there. What my brother saw lasted more than a beat, and possessed deliberate movement. And the way my brother describes it, who my brother “is” and how I’ve seen him raise his revered Bullshit Flag over the years (as well as other “ghostly experiences” he’s related), again, I have no choice but to believe him. Was/is my Silver Man an otherworldy entity that took an interest in me? Some kind of intermediary between the mythical and corporeal? Perhaps “just” an otherworldly visitor checking out a strange little sleeping human boy? I do believe who/whatever it was/is, is not totally physical, but a mixture of physical and nonphysical attributes, given the human form, but beyond that, any guess is as good as mine, but to think something like that actually took “time” out of his/her/its “day” to spend it with me…to check me out…is really kinda cool. I do believe that we all have similar experiences, we just aren’t able to “catch” them, if you will. Or are open to them. I don’t think this is unique to just me; I believe many, if not all of us, have such visitations, but most are never made aware of them. Or we see them and immediately discount them. And, no, I do not believe the “Silver People” evil, end-of-world, or anything else negative. I’ve had a great life, yes, have even felt like “someone” has been watching over me, as far as that means anything, so I do believe these experiences are positive experiences. Others may be more fearfully predisposed, so their experiences might be more “evil” or “end of world,” but I feel that is because of one’s predisposition, not an inherent “we’re all gonna die” scenario. We all filter our lives through the filter of our beliefs. It’s unavoidable—but also necessary.

Though some of these experiences may be unrelated (but, who’s to say?), I really wanted to document them together, for others who might have similar experiences and also cannot find anything about them. Please, feel free to relate any experiences or resources you might have or come across, and thank you for stopping by and reading this rather long post!

Thanks to my brother, Greg, for sharing this with me and allowing me to post it.

And did you notice that graphic? I commissioned Zach Lin to do this for me, and what a great job he did! Mucho thanks to him for his excellent work. Please check out his site!

But…I often ponder…what is my “Silver Man” up to these days. I would really love to meet him/her/it again…consciously, this time.

Filed Under: Dreams, Esoterica, Just Plain Weird, Paranormal, Philosophical, Space, To Be Human, UFOs Tagged With: Metaphysical, Religion and Spirituality, Silver Child, Silver Children, Silver Lady, Silver Man, Silver People, The Shiny People

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