The Pleiades are my home, somehow.

Whatever that means. I also learned I have a connection with ancient Egypt, which surfaced in the session and which continues as a map of meaning for me to this day.

In the High Courts

Before zooming to the Pleiades, I saw a past life, (or perhaps a future life, or maybe a life beyond time) where I was soaring with a bird’s eye view of something like this, but there were more fields of grass that what you see here. I saw white discs zooming below me.

I was a part of a court of elites. Their dress was very fine, I saw part of a face with “Egyptian eye makeup”—an colorful Eye of Horus. The place was a multicultural hub of multiple sentient species, including humans.

I also saw a sphinx with a lion’s head (I only saw the head, but I knew it was part of a sphinx). The fascinating part for me is that I later learned that some egyptologists believe the sphinx’s head used to be that of a lion!

The Grey friend

I was friends with a small grey alien hybrid (I had a flash of them looking up at me, smiling). The eyes weren’t black, they were larger versions of human-like eyes and a round jawline, chin, and cheeks. An overall jovial facial expression. The court was full of nicely dressed, elegant people. A hustle and bustle.

In this life, I was a man, a healer. I saw myself working intently and contemplatively, with mysterious rotary tools, scrolls, tinctures, vials, and jars littering the room. I channel an NHI, a humanoid, Ibis-like being similar to Thoth, but a feminine version, who wields a giant feather. She is my muse; inspires me with healing protocols.

An Unidentified Love

When my hypnotist asked if there was anything about this life that I wanted to acknowledge before moving away from this scene, I acknowledged a love. I didn’t have children, but I knew I had a life partner that I don’t have or who is not present in my current life. (Strangely, this experience gave me a longing or a nostalgia for something, or someone, that I didn’t know I was missing).

Revisiting the Blue Orb

I then was taken back to the night when, in my grief for my late mother, and seeking for knowledge of an afterlife, I closed my bedroom door and began deep breathing, standing, looking through my open blinds after the sun had set. About 10-15 minutes into the holotrophic breathing, a blue orb appeared in the sky, its light filtering through the pines, moving slowly, north to south.

It moved with purpose. I was overjoyed, and yet, a little scared. I grabbed my phone and tried to zoom in, but pinching too far put it out of frame! I wish I had just let the phone lay and soak up the experience instead. So I dropped my phone on the carpet, and did just that.

The orb continued to the right, dwindling smaller and smaller, until it disappeared. Grabbing my binoculars, I looked at the patch of sky where it dwindled. I saw a cluster of stars that looked familiar, as I had recently been playing with a star map phone app to learn some constellations! I opened the app, pointed my phone at that spot, and the app revealed the same cluster my binoculars showed:

The Pleiades:

What the orb was (I think)

Under trance, I “zoomed into the Pleiades” just as the orb did that night, which I knew was my Higher Self due to I tuition I had during an earlier hypnosis session.

Now at the Pleiades, I saw my Higher Self, a royal blue, lanky being, seated on the floor in a casual seated pose looking out at me on Earth from some kind of Star Sanctum, with a clear bubble over the room the being was in. I knew during the session that that being was me! I was either in a space station orbiting a planet or on a station physically tethered to the planet. I don’t know which specific star system or planet, but I knew I was living among the Pleiadians.

A quick aside. My little sister only recently pointed this out to me:

The Pleiades are known as “The Seven Sisters”. My mother was the first to pass away of her seven sisters, and 3 brothers, save for a baby sister who passed away when my mother was young. 3 months after my mother passed away, she lost her sister, and best friend, my Tía Blanca.

I wonder if the blue being was telling me something.

Glyphs lined the wall paneling, a laser-like spectrum of blue-to-green streamed into the room from the floor. Here’s a crude attempt to show you what I saw:

This picture doesn’t begin to capture the majesty, serenity, and the beauty of what I saw.

I saw the being behind the orb. The being was remote viewing me, on the night of the orb, a few days after my 40th birthday.

About Hypnosis

I had one “Depth Hypnosis” session (1 hour) about a month prior to help me start to get the hang of it. That one was my first ever.

In short, both sessions were life-changing. I’m still integrating my experiences.

This post barely scratches the surface, but if you’re interested, keep reading below:

The Quantum Healing Hypnosis (called “Beyond Quantum Healing” by my practitioner) session lasted like 3 hours or so, with time talking about intention and even more time spent with help integrating.

Now I understand what everyone says that they see things “in their mind’s eye”. I had to overcome a few blocks relating to my skeptical brain, but my guy—Daniel Rekshan of D-SETI—did a great job helping me to break through, as it were. Some of it felt like a priori knowing, and some other stuff, I actually saw.

What hypnosis feels like

Hypnosis feels like an unfolding knowingness, or a semi-consciously led dream. I was encouraged to use my imagination to connect with and try to interpret what I was experiencing. What I saw were vignettes, fleeting, but they lasted longer the deeper I got into trance.

Dan led me in pre-agreed Q and A with my Higher Self, guides, or NHI, or whatever.

The answers I got were partly my subconscious raising archetypes to interact with and interpret, but some felt like wisdom that came out of the Blue.

Precognition

Some kind of precognition may have happened. For example, “We are the Architects”, resounded in my mind—from my Higher Self—right before the question was asked, “What message does the being have to share?”

Channeling the Greys

I also channeled the greys (or the dark Fae, or Jinn), they told me that my mind couldn’t coalesce them into a particular form due to my deep and wide-spanning learning of the Phenomenon). They told me that those experiences were meant to scare me. I asked if they feed on the fear, and they answered, “only in the sense of that a bully...”.

My Healing

The healing that I needed would come after pondering the messages I received to stop censoring my spontaneous, spiritual, creative side. To speak my mind, for I have been censoring myself my whole life! I can be a healer through my words and art (for me, writing).

In a prior trance, I got help remembering the messages from the blue orb. The messages helped me be content with not knowing the answers to Life’s Big Questions. I had told myself that I could be content with not knowing. The truth was, I could, but for me, I had been letting my ego block me from my core, spiritual self, as I was processing the pain of betrayal, of the lies I’d been fed by the Church.

I’m Feeling Lucky

Closer to the end of the session, I asked to be surprised. I was “feeling lucky”. I ended up in a formless void of infinite nothingness and eternal possibility. I started laughing, because it was showing me a plot device that I used in a sci-fi story that I started writing years ago. The experience called me to write that book, to finish my other unfinished works.

I was told to get back in touch with my creative side.

Thank you for reading!

Instinct propelled me to fling out far and wide my intention for contact, revelation. That’s when a star came near, beckoning me “home”. This apparition strengthened my limbs and pushed me onward. Before then, my search for truth had been an aimless slog. I hadn’t even realized that I was walking, until I glimpsed the truth: my path existed beneath my feet, hidden beneath layers of decaying, fallen leaves.

...along that long road I had some luck once when a dear friend who trekked briefly with me asked, “What do you want in life?” I couldn’t respond. She handed me a book. “This will help you know,” he said.

The book taught me many things. After reading, I darted around, looking for my helpful friend. I wanted to thank her for her gift. The book said I’d find my friend at home. Only later did I understand: it was pointing me toward my home. A truer one, half-remembered, quietly calling all along. I only had foggy recollections of it, embedded in muted memory—glimpses of warmth, acceptance, love, and rest. Reaching outside of time, my mind clumsily held these images for but a moment.

The book contained a passage telling me what to look for and where to go, so when the road dwindled to a beaten, narrow path, I took my optimistic, final march. I didn’t know what awaited me here, but I trusted (as the book had persuaded me to) that patience and persistence would carry me home.

I saw an elder man walking more slowly than I up ahead. Approaching him courteously, I saw him lithely ambling along, casting his gaze about, scanning the forest on each side of the trail. As I overtook him, he turned to face me, his gaze piercing. He asked me with a knowing smile, “You’re heading home, aren’t you? You’ll need help up ahead.”

He pointed up the trail to an immense boulder at which the trail seemed to end abruptly. But the boulder was more than that, it was but the foot of a rocky mountain, its base seeming to extend endlessly to either side of the trail.

“The trail doesn’t end there, friend. You’ll need these,” he said, handing me climbing gear. I turned them over in my hands, perplexed. I had never rock-climbed before. “Don’t worry—instructions are in that book of yours” the man added, pointing to the book stuffed in my back pocket. “Study hard and get to work. I’ll be right behind you. Oh, and beef up those scrawny muscles before attempting the steepest parts. There’s an exercise regimen in your book for that, too….Oh, and one more thing: Look down! Relish every moment! Look up and around. Take it all in. Notice where you are and how far you’ve come.”

That climb was longer and more difficult that I could have ever imagined, but it was worth it.

At times during my climb, rain and slippery moss threatened to knock me to the bottom a bleeding heap. In those moments, I cried out for help. Sometimes, I'd feel hands on my back pushing me upward to drier rock.

I finally reached the top of the great mountain. I resolved to climb down its opposite face and continue my journey down below, but all I could see was a stratum of dark clouds a few meters below. I was higher than I’d thought! I had grown to love the climbing. The sweat, blood, scrapes, and burns had only strengthened my will to get to this point.

The clouds thinned all around the summit for the briefest moment, and I saw mysterious glimmers of light all around and below me, randomly materializing, coalescing, and dissipating. Then, the air became increasingly opaque as an icy cloud encircled me, making my bones weary, aching, and cold. My breath caught in the oxygen-deprived air. I was alone and afraid. There was no sign of that man—no sign of anyone. My body began to shiver, and numbness closed around me. The cloud forced my eyes closed, as sleep overwhelmed me...

The warmth of the sun, now unobstructed by clouds, awoke me. No longer was there cold hard rock beneath me, but a warm mountain grass tickling my hands as a brisk spring breeze nudged its blades. Fresh, rich air greeted my lungs. I stood up feeling new! Looking around, I noticed at the edge of a rocky crag something miraculous. It was narrow stairs leading upward into high cumulonimbus clouds. They beckoned me to climb those stairs!

My home was up there, I knew.

I pressed my toes cautiously on the first step and waited. It was as firm as a cement floor. I hopped on, and to my surprise, I lurched forward slightly as the stairs began to convey me upward, every new moment greater than the last. The cool, misty air eventually gave way to a clear, starry night. A bright, blue-white cluster of stars came into view. My home. Enraptured, I pondered its shape as I was carried upward. Was it a question mark? Perhaps I wasn’t done seeking, even now...

The stars grew brighter and larger until they filled my vision.

I smiled as I was embraced by light.