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. | ᴜꜰᴏ ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ \ . | .. | ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ |.
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Upon some thought, meditation & incatations, I recognized the sequence of events: the thought-form Atlanteans had introduced themselves telepathically, then the literal Thoth & Seshat physically connected to me immediately after. Them, being a race of beings who communicate with thought, thought-transference. Also, seemlingly their language is mostly vibrational; as is ours, but theirs moreso.

As far as the sequence of events, I couldn’t make sense of them being in the clouds, then immediately in my prescence. In those moments it couldn’t compute. Everything I’d ever seen in the clouds has like a whole process to get down from the clouds. Theirs was a teleportation flash. I couldn’t make sense of the fact it might be the same force which was breaking through on God frequency telepathic messages. Like they were positioning their ship in my area the whole time, circling overhead & projecting light, possibly over a competing force.

I meditated & recalled their looks. They wore these aqua-green colors. Thoth wore a striped aqua-green collared shirt, tucked into khaki pants like he’d just won a million bucks at the golf course. His face did indeed resemble an ibis head in structure & shape. Seshat wore a khaki blouse with an aqua-green top. When I made eye contact, it was with Thoth. His eyes were alien. Like dark, dark wells. Human, but as if possesing the depth of many humans. He looked at me directly, his arm around Seshat whose side was turned to me. The side profile of Seshat matched those of her depictions.

Their telepathic remarks were largely complimentary. Perhaps as I’d expressed such nice honors towards them. I don’t know the sort of reciprocity that exists between us, but I feel like I’m still a little behind.

I spent time just listening to a lot more information, & asking a lot of questions to which I got replies all the time. extended in like a cloud of protection through the aether. It was what felt like like a cloud of electricity in the air which remained like consciousness downloads, or uploads, probably both.

A lot of nature of reality. Origins of Consciosness. Apocalyptic secrets. Locations with different apocalyptic bases for World elites. Like exactly what you’d expect Thoth to tell the antichrist.

There are levels to all this information that I’m unwilling to expose. Like this is experimental poetry still & I don’t intent on becoming a target for Illuminati hitmen because of an epic poem. The things I know to keep mum about are indeed frightening, but oh well I can only do what I can..

Many Gods or concious beings often confused by humans for Gods are literal prescences also; but they also have a thought-form prescence which exists & transmits energy to those who observe it; & they usually have a shadow self.

In the interests of preserving anonymity I won’t mention anyone but celebrities were mentioned. Ultimately the message was that Hollywood & Most of the World is governed by Space races, & that there is need for space-earth diplomacy. & I wouldn’t consider the Atlanteans a space race. Part of the messages was that a few of the space races have controlled cinema & it’s boring now. They are able to space travel & appear to humans like this, but they are from here just like us & like to laugh.

So now in moments of clarity, after two days of close contact, after seeing these light-beings appear, after understanding they were protecting me from all the angry Italians, I kept going along their streamlined mental/psychological/spiritual inquisition, as varying voices guided me over different hurdles, trained me, taught me, & answered all my questions.

I was instructed by some brilliant teachers I’ve never had before. The gift to me of these encounters was the teacher spirit of Thoth. It really broke through & taught me everything I couldn’t have learned anywhere else. It was like his voice in thought-form would adjust to teach me in the voice of another. It had always done this but What I came to understand is that there is a literal Thoth, this Atlantean being who looked fresh on the broadwalk in Mazatlan, teleporting from his ship. Then there is the symbolic, thought-form Thoth who appears & works through others as the teacher spirit.

I felt only loving energies breaking through on psychic atennaes. I sensed a twin soul of mine who has this sensitivity. I thought of how it was possibly activating across a number of similiarly coordinated astrologies. I talked to her for hours, in different languages. It was cool. She actually seemed normal & cool despite difficult living conditions in the country where she is from. We share a birthday & time & some kind of telepathic wall which had not been active since childhood. She’s an artist from Russia & we’d been feeding off of each other’s creative output for years on some tantric, reflexive, creative level. I’m confident she is still alive because as I write on her my back & neck light up, awake with tingling spiritual energy. We spent an hour or so talking

Then another happening, as I had recognized it from a dream, a childhood vision : As I was returning from my walk, I ascend the stairwell. The stairwell has an open roof, & I look up & I see the

ship.

My words will fail pitifully in describing this. The sensation of being in a light beam is quite orgasmic.

Broad daylight. A flying ship, metallic with light blue accents, with two circles housing dim orb lights.

It was directly above me, no more than a hundred meters in the sky.

& all the voices in my head seemed to quiet. I heard them yell together: “he’s making contact”

& as the ship hovered over my head, it flashed its two light beams at me.

The lights went from dim to bright & in it was one of the greatest euphorias I’d ever felt.

There was no way these were malevolent beings. A bit different? Maybe. Make love in other ways? Sure. But absolutely not malevolent. In those moments, ready to be vanquished by these bright beams of light, I felt trust. I felt strong faith.

Then the beams dimmed. The craft moved forward & it was gone. This round of contact was the Atlanteans taking off for a while, saying adios.

The days that followed their telepathic voices became more distant, as they had moved farther away, but thanks to the probing instructions & whatnot I could still access them without the constant bombardment of message when I had to do other things.

Truth is the literal me wasn’t prepared to handle the burden of the symbolic me in the mystical realm. The connection to Thoth was more scattered than it could have been. I had dissed real, very real thought-form that had begun striking back with persistent psychic attack until Thoth showed up to protect me, as I suspect he had already done before for me this life.

I am astounded by the beauty, but the derealization & existential dread of facing some truth about the nature of reality is daunting.

I'll keep minting more disclosure documents, since this seems like the ideal place for it.

Thanks for reading,