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Plasma and Consciousness–A Personal Exploration

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Many experiences that may seem “paranormal” appear as natural to me now as, say, leaves changing color according to the seasons or caterpillars transforming into butterflies.  I learned in school why leaves change color and the biology that transforms that caterpillar into a butterfly. What no school or governmental body ever taught me was the phenomenon of unidentified aerial objects, even though Roswell in 1947 and the mass UFO flyover in Washington D.C. in 1952 had occurred when I was still just a twinkle in my father’s eye.

Over the past several months, I have immersed myself in the information flow concerning unidentified aerial phenomena (or UFOs) being seen around the world.  I’ve always been interested in the subject, particularly since I witnessed a UFO floating so gently right over my vehicle in 1980.  However, I rarely find anyone who wants to discuss such subjects.  Therefore, it has been left to the curious, the adventurers, and the experiencers to learn about and incorporate into our collective consciousness what is learned.

One recent bit of information that has stirred my curiosity is that plasma is often described during UFO encounters or sightings.  This has prompted me to revisit my 1997-98 journal entries written during my father’s terminal illness, where he described seeing “plasma” images appear.  At that time, I only understood that word in the context of the bloodstream so could not really grasp what he was seeing. Here’s an entry:

January 31, 1998 (early a.m.): Poppy woke me in the middle of the night.  He wanted me to come sit with him in the living room.  He said he has been having very strange experiences:
I looked at the end of my bed and there was a folder of papers.  I stretched out to get it, but it was like a ghost; no, like plasma.  It was a plasma substance, honey.  It didn’t have any dimension.  My fingers went right through it.”
[…] Poppy had to stop trying to describe this, because it was impossible.  But what struck me was how he changed the description from ghost to plasma.

The next day, he observed this same type of “effect” when he opened the refrigerator and described the “largest, purest glass of orange juice” but when he went to grab it, it disappeared.

He had more than a few of these experiences and described them as though they suddenly just occupied a portion in the middle of our otherwise ordinary space.  (To read my journal entries on our evolutionary journey into other dimensions of consciousness as we lived his dying experience, click HERE.)


Plasma is a phase of matter distinct from solids, liquids, and gases. It is the most abundant phase of matter in the universe; both stars and interstellar dust consist of it. Although it is its own phase of matter, it is often referred to as an ionized gas. This is similar to a normal gas, except that electrons have been stripped from their respective nucleons and float freely within the material. Even if only 1% of the atoms have lost their electrons, a gas will display plasma-like behavior.

The atmosphere in our home was highly charged during these months of his dying—I, along with at least two other family members, experienced an incredibly heightened conscious awareness of at least two other dimensions (or parallel realities)—in our dreams, in my long-deceased mother’s “life force imprint” coming in and out regularly to assist,  telepathic information, and other experiences. This was particularly true when he started experiencing the plasma that he insisted was feeding him and informing him from some “opening” that formed.

Now, I recently watched a documentary on the experience pilots had with UAPs when I heard related an observation that pilot Captain Phil Shultz made to the researcher about his experience:

He said when it first appeared, it impressed him as if it was breaking through the atmosphere; like splitting the blue sky open in order to emerge.

(The story of Capt. Shultz’s UFO experience can be heard HERE starting at 21m 15 sec.)

That is almost exactly how my father tried to describe his experiences with the plasma images–as though it just broke through from somewhere else.

Learning what I have over the past several months, many things that seemed inexplicable in 1997-98 now make much more sense now.  I am coming around to the high possibility that at least a portion what we experienced was pure consciousness that expressed itself visually through a sort of transmitter involving a gaseous plasma.

UFO experiencers often describe what they are seeing as gaseous-like “orbs” that seem to fade in and out.  Some report telepathic communication or at least a heightened intuition during these experiences.

Might it be that at least some of these craft are basically imaged and manipulated by consciousness itself?

What we call our “normal” consciousness is itself, in actuality, just another form of altered consciousness.

I have much more to learn.  This is but a stub post on which I hope to expand later. However, I do believe that everything begins with the matrix of consciousness, and this probably applies to interdimensional space travel as well.

Wedge-Shaped Objects, Rattlesnakes, and Ions–Oh My!

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As I was writing in my journal this morning, I suddenly felt an impulse to start writing down an image that was playing through my mind like a short movie.  It feels like an event—perhaps occurring in April or August of this year (letter “A” prominent). First, I am impressed with some sort of temporary regional darkness occurring around the same time as an “out-of-this-world” object appears in a large crowded city such as New York, London, or Atlanta.  The object is as foreign to the witnesses as—say—a cell phone would appear to people in the 19th C. But, this object is much bigger than a cell phone—more like a wedge shape; a mustard colored Swiss-cheese type structure that just quietly appears on a freeway or a wide street.  It hovers, waiting for people to notice it.  No panic, danger, or destruction—it’s just there.

It seems like this wedge-shaped object is initially more amusing than threatening to the people in the vicinity. I sense that theaters are in the vicinity, causing some to assume at first that this really strange wedge-shaped object is part of a theatrical promo. But, several people later begin to report a “telepathic message” conveying that this is from the future and based on a mathematics not currently known to the public.  All I see then are some curlicue-like symbols emanating from this object that make absolutely no sense.

And, for no rhyme or reason, these “curlicues” caused my mind to call up a really weird dream I had on 04/06/1998:

Dream of 04/06/1998: I am in a wide-open place, like a desert I think. A man is demonstrating a ‘futuristic’ ability to me. He points to objects and I watch as sizzling light beams focus on and envelop them, making them exceedingly shiny new and sparkling.   I especially recall a beautiful purple object all lit up in black space with an awesome gold-like, sparkling aura.  This man, who I recognize as a traditional Native American medicine man, then holds an object up in front of him as he approaches me with great intensity in his eyes.  He holds this object right up to my eyes until the object is all I see. It is a rattlesnake tail.  I can hear his voice as he explains a process about utilizing positive and negative ions—very thorough on explaining this electrical process of “renewal”.   As he shakes this rattlesnake tail in front of my eyes, he says something like, ‘this worked well because of what is INSIDE the tail’ or the percussion of the tail.   He then holds the rattlesnake tail very close to his ear and shakes it again while intently searching my eyes to make sure I understand this concept. He keeps telling me never to forget this.

My knowledge about “ions” is very basic; I have no idea what he was talking about.  I did do some cursory research on rattlesnake tails only to find that there is nothing inside them at all. The closest I ever came to snakes would come two years later during a tour of the ancient Mayan ruins in Yucatan.  At Chichen Itza during the autumnal equinox, we watched as the tour guide described the light from the sun creating the effect of a snake crawling down the stairway of this pyramid. He mentioned that the ancients believed the tail of this “sun snake” pointed up from the capstone to the Pleiades. So, Pleiades energy inside that tail?

And what do “ions”, “shamans” and “rattlesnake tails” have to do with this mustardy wedge shaped, time-traveling object?

So, back to the “curlicues” drawn in my journal:


Perhaps my imagination has slipped into overdrive due to my interest in the Rendlesham/Bentwaters “time travel” aspects of their experience. However, the dream about “planes crashing in the East”  just before 9/11/01 [near bottom of that page] also seemed wildly absurd and ridiculous to me before it occurred. So I’ll just post this here and see what, if anything, occurs around April or August 2017 involving a “time travel” wedge-shaped object. If not, maybe someone could use the material for a science fiction thriller :-/

[I just checked online to see when/if there will be a total solar eclipse this year since I sensed a “temporary regional darkness” around this event.  It appears one will occur on August 21, 2017 and—interestingly enough—will be seen at “greatest extent” near Hopkinsville, KY where the “Sleeping Prophet” Edgar Cayce was born.]

[Added 03/05/17: I’m picking up a major crunch of dense energy around last weeks March, 1st weeks April.  Keywords: “Unexpected”, “global shock”, “explosive”, “flight”, “comms blackout”, “market/media reeling”, “outer space”, “govt chaos”.  Just want to notate this hereJ

My “Alien Visitors” Dream – 1999 Los Alamos

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For background, my arrival and establishment in New Mexico in 1999 was a surprise to just about everyone I knew in my home state of California. I had no clue what to find here and no rational explanation for going, even to myself. I had just buried my father, for whom I had been caregiver during his last 17 months on earth and had been struggling with the next step to take when I awoke one morning in our California home with yet another urgent inner call to move to the Southwest. I had nothing but faith in this feeling and the dreams I was having to assure me that I would find a comfortable home, secure a job, and find friends soon…..and then just wait. Wait? For what?

My son and I left California on August 3, 1999, both having sold or given away anything that did not fit into the van. We had no idea what was ahead for us and simply camped our way through the Southwest deserts of Arizona and New Mexico for ten days. We were sitting at a picnic table playing cards late one night in an Albuquerque KOA campground when all of a sudden the night lit up in a flash. A meteor had just whisked over the Sandia mountain range heading toward Colorado; it appeared so low in fact that we were sure it must have hit somewhere in Colorado. We looked to each other and said together “We’re staying!”

Having just moved into my 3rd floor apartment two weeks later, I experienced five consecutive nights of what I can only call dream visitations by two extremely intelligent “Aliens.” Each dream appeared absolutely real—every detail of my room just as it was in my reality. There was a fullness of compassion and concern on the part of these beings, one always on each side of my bed, engaging in discussion with one another based on my “reactions”. Although I cannot recall everything in every dream, I will never forget that on the final night, after all this dialog and book-giving apparently took place, they escorted me to what was definitely my own real bedroom window. I saw the moon in its ordinary state, the city below in its usual state. What was surreal was that they asked me to look to the north, where I watched a fiery explosion occur in the distance. Then they asked me to look south, and I saw the same thing…a fiery explosion. I was so stunned, the only thing I can recall after that is asking how that happens. I am told that it would come from underground . I vaguely recalled it involved an AFB (I later assumed it to be Kirtland AFB). I am then shown a map and see a huge red cross. (I was told this was “The Crossroad.”) However, I got the impression that this was presented as a high probability but not set in stone, so to speak. Then the dreams of these two highly intelligent visitors stopped for six years to my knowledge.

After the third night in this series of dreams, I very timidly asked a new friend (since I didn’t know what she would think about my situation at the time) if New Mexico had any connected tunnels. She mentioned that it is commonly thought by the locals that Los Alamos and Sandia Labs are connected by tunnels. I didn’t know at that time what Los Alamos or Sandia meant in this state, and her eyes lit up and said “Don’t you know that they are secret labs? Do you know that there are supposedly even nuclear missiles right here…hidden in the Manzano mountains**? My mouth dropped of course.
But, six years had passed and although the tragedy of 911 occurred two years after the dreams ceased, things in NM remained relatively uneventful and there were no more dreams about “intelligent beings”…until 1.5 years ago or so. I only recall one visit and recall one of them turning a page in some large book and handing it to me. They appeared to me to be the same two visitors as in 1999. They have not appeared in my dreamscape since then to my knowledge.

I had the impression that they were only pure intelligence/consciousness but were appearing somewhat human for my benefit. They seemed like Ambassadors from a highly advanced realm on a mission of some kind, which still amazes me because I am about the last person I would think of that such “informed Beings” would want to visit in a dream state. I have no credentials at all on this subject. I can do no more with it than just throw my experience into the brew of millions of other strange stories out there for the sake of posterity. However, I have documented at least one dream in my 1986 journal that actually occurred in great detail 11 years later. [Page 16 in Poppy: August 19, 1998 entry]

I believe that in any case, great minds and Light workers are working hard to prevent the Dark T-shirt guys from shaking our Little Blue Marble into oblivion.

[ADDENDUM 2008}: Was just going through old diaries I found in my garage. I opened the third diary to a page on which I described on Friday, 08/20/2004 an apparent third dream visit (one which I had forgotten), as follows: “Last night, I dreamed of being shown two books, thick books. I think with red covers and with black/white symbols and words. I had the impression from these ‘intelligent beings’ that I was nearly completing the first book but they were now giving me a second book that looked the same but was a ‘sequel’ or a continuation of the first book. I had a strong sense that I was to proceed slowly, not try to take it in too fast, this would be a long, long process. I sensed when I awoke that genealogies were listed within this book, but that this was only a portion of the story. I recall Roman numerals or similar symbols. “]
Update 06/20/17: This. Here. I’m only hearing about the severe safety lapses now but this has been going on for a long time. Fair warning. Shut it down.
Safety lapses undermine nuclear warhead work at Los Alamos

Written by Galactic Maya

January 9, 2017 at 2:03 pm

POPPY: A Story of Life Through Death

(Originally posted at Yahoo Geocities, 2001.)

While caregiving for my terminally ill father in 1997 and 1998, I kept a journal of our day-to-day experiences.  It was not until months after he passed that I went back to review the journal.   I realized with 20/20 hindsight that a profound Spiritual transformation had taken place. This journey would see us move from self-absorptive daily matters to the wonder of wider realities in the Universe from psychic activity and self-examination to my father’s inexplicable descriptions of “plasma”. It was a profound journey for both of us and brought awareness and a much more expanded consciousness that we are just one aspect of a much larger universe of consciousness.

It is my hope that our experiences as he moved toward physical death will provide some insight for others.

Interestingly, these journal excerpts highlight observed current events going on at that time that in hindsight, have proven quite relevant to events ongoing in our world today in 2008.

20 pages

my poor attempt to recreate an 11/02/1998 dream
© 1998-2008

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