I Am an Experiencer of NHI (Non-Human Intelligence)
A blogger and researcher I followed once commented that “If you’re not nervous about pushing ‘send’ on a post, you’re not doing it right.”
Now I know what they meant.
In 2010 I had a contact experience with a non-human intelligence that left me with what is known as “ontological shock”, most easily explained as:
“The state of being forced to question one's worldview.”
Google’s AI summarizes it as “a profound disorientation from having your fundamental beliefs about reality, self, or existence shattered by an overwhelming experience that doesn't fit your worldview, often leading to deep confusion, anxiety, or spiritual awakening as you struggle to reconcile the new, challenging perception with your old reality.”
That’s more like it.
Exploring Past Lives is a constant process of questioning our present worldview and expanding it. Just acknowledging that we have lived in a different body in a different time period is the door opener. Exploring and experiencing the Between Life continuity of consciousness after that body has died is the next step on this journey and requires an upgrade to our worldview. The next step is realizing that Time does not operate the way we have assumed, and that this same Past Life Journeying practice gives us access to potential Future lives, in different bodies in a future time time period. (I will be posting some of my 40+ sessions exploring one of my Future lives, a personality I call "George,” named after the dad in The Jetsons futuristic cartoon from the 1960’s.)*
But the shock aspect of this experience happened to me when I was not expecting it and was not actively exploring deeper levels of consciousness. In 2010 I was living and working in New York City, where I was born but I’d been living in Dallas TX for 23+ years. Returning to NYC decades later is its own level of ontological shock, as was being a Teamster truck driver working in the film and TV business after a multi-decade career as a drummer/musician in the Texas blues, country, and rock and roll scene. My days started when I used to go to sleep, and my alarm clock was often set to 3:30 am so I could drive from Brooklyn, where I was living, to the Queens neighborhood where my truck was parked. Since NYC traffic is unpredictable 24 hours a day, I allowed 45 minutes for the 25 minute commute in case of construction or accidents. If I arrived with time to spare I would meditate in my car for a few minutes to deal with the stress of driving in that NYC traffic.
I would set the timer on my phone for 10-12 minutes, since I was always sleep deprived on this schedule and falling asleep would be disastrous. (This was a job where “if you’re on time, you’re late!” since the equipment truck I drove had to be in place and opened when crew call started.) Added to the insanity of driving in NYC, I had to get to the Queens neighborhood early to get a parking place before dawn! So I had this schedule down and was comfortable enough to use that time for a quick relaxing meditation. I used a technique I’d learned from Parmahansa Yogananda’s Self Realization Fellowship that involved one word/sound on the in-breath, and another on the out-breath. Very relaxing, very efficient for a short meditation.
My contact experience occurred within what has been described as a “flap,’ a series of events happening for a brief period of time and then concluding on its own terms. During one of my meditations in that brief time period, I perceived someone or something in the passenger seat of my Honda Accord. But when I opened my eyes, there was nothing there but the perception continued. When it happened the next day, after opening my eyes to check and being assured nothing was there, I had a more definite awareness and an accompanying visual of my mysterious passenger. It was a short being, green-ish in color and non-human in form, with large black eyes but not the oval shape most seen in the classic gray alien. It had a barrel chest and the head seemed to be resting on the chest cavity, and was short, with the top of its head below the headrest in my Honda.
Then I surprised myself by doing something unexpected: I mentally asked this being its name. And received a reply which was even more unexpected:
Ramta-Anda
(Sidebar: I was made aware of my spiritual name in the mid-1980’s during an intense period of running past lives, which I described in Past Life Journeying. There are only a few people on the planet who knew this unusual name, so this was a secondary shock.)
My reaction was even more unexpected. I laughed, out loud, sitting in my Honda before dawn with an other-than-human being perceptually but not physically present in the passenger seat.
And then my alarm went off, so I gathered my things, walked around the corner to my truck, got in and drove an hour to the Long Island location for the TV show, Royal Pains. And worked a 12 hour day like nothing happened.
Until the next day, which it happened again. Same schedule, arrived early enough to set my alarm for a 12 minute meditation, started the breathing exercise, and became aware of the same being on the passenger seat. I wish I had been journaling during this time because I don’t recall all the details of this period of ontological shock. I do remember asking him some questions and getting strange answers, like that he was “left-eyed,” interesting since he was “seated” on my right and looking at me without turning its head all the way to face me. The alarm going off always interrupted any communication, so it was just these glimpses that stay with me.
(Sidebar: I was listening to a podcast by author Whitley Strieber when he described a similar situation. He was on a stroll and became aware of a being accompanying him, present enough to communicate with but not physically there. He described this as an “Internal/External” event, which clarified my experience of communication with someone who is internally present but not externally visible.)
The lack of sleep and my 60+ hour a week schedule have blurred the details, but I know I made it to the weekend when I turned to Google for information on this experience. My laughter at hearing my Spirit name told to me by an external, non-human source had turned to suspicion that I was being f*cked with. I am not proud of what I did when I allowed this profound event to be reframed as an encounter with a trickster-type of non-benevolent entity.
I called on a higher power and sent this non-human being back into the light. And I never encountered it again, not in my present life.
Head slap, doh! Missed opportunity. It is only recently with more information about the disorientation arising from ontological shock that I understood my actions. But consciously inviting this being, now nicknamed Greenie for obvious reasons, never brought another opportuntiy, internal or external.
Until…
…15 years later, when I’d moved to Asheville North Carolina and resumed an intense Past Life Journeying practice that led me to a Future Life where my “job” involved interacting with cooperative Non-Human intelligences.
And this same being, now nicknamed “Greenie,” was/is one of my regular clients.
(to be continued)
*I just learned writing this that The Jetsons was set in 2062, 100 years after the 1962 broadcast of the cartoon series. We’re more than halfway there to Rosie the robot maid! Can’t wait!