I hesitate to speak about THEM because they are not what most people consider part of our reality but they have always been part of mine.
The second reason why I couldn’t really talk about them before is because I didn’t know what they were and how to name them.
The word “Etherians” has started popping up into my mind recently and this morning I realized that it was a good-enough term I could use to describe them.
To me, “ether” is a substance that is so subtle, elusive and delicate that it has not yet been identified by physicists. Yet it exists, and there are living beings who live among us whose bodies are made of ether.
I have been visited by the Etherians since I was very young, most of the time unconsciously, but there were times when they made their presence known visibly and audibly and I want to write about these visits.
The very first encounter that I remember was when I was about 5 years old. It happened during the night. It was summer, my bedroom window was open and I was sleeping.
Suddenly I woke up because there was noise and movement in my room. I sat up and looked at the window which was wide open. The wind was blowing and the curtains were flying up and down erratically. It was not raining, just very windy. I decided to ignore it and go back to sleep, but then I heard a squeaking sound coming from the same direction. I sat up and looked at the window again, and there, on the edge of it, were two small creatures!
I couldn’t believe my eyes and I became scared because I knew that this was not normal. But the creatures looked cute. They were the size of owls and were quite agitated for some reason. I watched them and then they dropped a tool on the floor. I heard and saw the tool fall to the floor in front of the window which was only about 4 or 5 feet from my bed.
It was dark but our house was on main street and there were street lights and a moon that kept my room lighten up, enough to see the furniture and stuff. So I saw and heard the tool fall on the floor and from what I could gather, it was a screwdriver.
Then I looked back up at the window and the two creatures were gone and the wind had died down. I hid under my covers and waited for the sun to come up. I was a bit terrified but not enough to wake my parents up. Eventually I fell asleep.
When I awoke the next morning I got up and checked the window. It was still open. Then I looked around and tried to find the screwdriver but found nothing. I ran downstairs to my mother who was preparing breakfast and told her what had happened. She said it was a dream, but I insisted that it was not a dream, that I had woken up and had seen these two teddy bears which were alive. (I referred to them as teddy bears because they looked like the two Kraft bears on the peanut butter jar that was on the table.)
My mother didn’t know what to say. I knew that this was not a dream but I had no idea who those creatures were, why they came, what the tool was and what was the meaning of this event. My mother could not explain it to me and I was disappointed.
Many years later, the SAME event happened to me again one night, about three years ago, except this time I didn’t see the creatures. The window was open, it was the summer, the wind started to blow so hard it woke me up. I heard a loud bang! on the roof, I sat up and thought that there was a tornado and that the roof was going to be sucked into the vortex. I looked at the window and saw the curtains flying in the wind. I decided to get up and shut it closed because I was sure that a rainstorm was about to unleash, but suddenly everything went quiet — the wind just died and the curtains stopped moving as if nothing was happening.
It was so weird. Then a feeling came over me and it was exactly the same sensation I had felt when I was 5 years old, the time the creatures appeared on my window sill. It was so strange, like I had time-travelled. I looked below the window and there it was! The tool that I use today to get in touch with the Etherians! I couldn’t believe it but I finally understood the meaning of the two experiences which were the same event as if time had stood still during all those years.
The tool is not a screwdriver but it’s what I use today to unscrew my consciousness in order to perceive reality as it really is. It runs Windows.
You see, the materialistic society we are brought up into screws up our minds and we all need some sort of screwdriver to unscrew what is screwed.
This latest visit made me realize the importance of the tool, why the creatures were agitated, who they are, why they come and what their visits are all about.
The metamorphosis of young Etherians.