How This Works — Notes on Interpretation, Follow‑Up, and Getting It Wrong
Blog Post 15
Oh, believe me, I get plenty of stuff wrong!
Most of what I experience here doesn’t arrive as a full picture. It comes in fragments — impressions, moments, exchanges, and sometimes corrections. Blog Post 14 is a good example of that.
There’s the raw experience — what I see, hear, or sense. I see the UFOs with my eyes. Far away, close up. Clear and unequivocal. Likewise, I see the orbs: small apparently hard, white anomalous objects that float through my backyard. All of these have communicated with me at times, demonstrating telepathic messaging accompanied with simple visual confirmation as physical back-up.
And then there’s my interpretation of an event — what I think it means. Sometimes my interpretation can be less certain. In Blog Post 14, I described a telepathic moment that felt like a conversation. Later, when I followed up, I learned I had misunderstood parts of it. That’s not a failure — that’s the process.
I heard the lady’s voice clearly — that was certain. I remember the tone of her voice, what she said, the emotion in her outburst, and the volume of how I felt it in my head. That was startling.
The guy’s voice came in less distinct. It’s where my perception of the exchange began and I only had an impression of what he said. I was pretty sure it was along the lines of someone being labelled “loud and obnoxious,” and I felt like they were discussing me. I assumed it was me saying these words but, through further questioning, it turns out it wasn’t. Okay that’s fine and all kind of makes sense.
When something unusual happens, I try not to lock in the first interpretation. I go back outside, I ask questions, and I check my assumptions. Last night I explained to them that I would re-ask some of my questions so that they might feel overlapping or repetitive. I explained that it was for my benefit so I could understand the data better.
Sometimes the ships confirm what I thought. Sometimes they correct me. That’s how I attempt to keep myself honest. When I asked again if I was part of the conversation, a ship with double lights on the front came by and clearly said no. Good, that felt like clarity and evidently, I had misinterpreted somewhere along the line.
Telepathic impressions, for me anyway, usually aren’t like phone calls — with a couple of exceptions that have been super clear, like the lady in this exchange. You don’t always know who’s speaking, who they’re speaking to, or whether you’re meant to hear it. Remember, I’m a beginner here. Sometimes the English I hear probably isn’t English at all — it’s somehow translated somewhere in the process, I assume. Not everyone out there speaks English, right? And sometimes the data arrives as impressions that might take a while to filter through.
While remote viewing, sometimes I get crystal clear flashes of an image of the target. So clear that I would know exactly where it was and what I was looking at. But sometimes I feel that there is nothing. For me, there’s not much consistency yet.
There’s a lot of noise in this field. There’s a history of people who have made big claims, sold stories, or presented themselves as insiders. That’s not what I’m doing. I’m documenting what happens, correcting myself when I’m wrong, and keeping the record straight. Yes, I have a book out there which I hope people will read to acquaint themselves with the possibility of contact with the ETs. But I think I recall a prominent public figure in this genre, whose book I have read and think is great, saying something like, “You don’t write books to make money in this field.”
I’m not trying to build a mythology. I’m not trying to convince anyone. If you want proof, well I think proof doesn’t really exist; there are only degrees of evidence. I’m trying to record what I see, what I hear, and what I learn — even when the picture changes. The ETs themselves said they wanted me to go public, so that’s what I’m doing.
And the big ship I mentioned that came past last night? That was a side note but very real. That happened and it amazes me every time. It would have been at least a cricket oval long. Why did it come by? I don’t know but I’ll try to find out. Stand by for more on that.
So, if you follow this blog, you’re not following a polished narrative. You’re following a real‑time chronicle of events. Sometimes I get things right. Sometimes I get things wrong. But I always try to correct the record, and I always tell the truth as I understand it. That’s the only way I think I can do this responsibly.
