The Double Slit Experiment

Did you ever lay on your back at night while looking at the stars and wonder, what’s out there?

I did and it started me on a life long journey that I could have never imagined. I was very young and very curious. I laid with my back against the fresh green lawn at my grandmother’s house and for the first time, I gazed up at the stars. I was in awe.

My Grandmother lived in the country. The nights were so dark there I could see the Milky Way. The stars were so beautiful and I just knew that there were other worlds out there. I felt as though I was on a ceiling of grass. I’d grip the grass with my hands as if to prevent myself from falling into them. I felt I could talk to stars and talk to them I did. I asked a simple question. “Is someone there?” It didn’t take long but something did answer me and my life was changed forever. It has been years since that day. I was 5 years old. All my life since that day something or someone was there with me. And it still is.

As I drive to my cabin retreat on the mountains I reflect back on the recent events. It took until I was well into my 70’s, but finally the visitors that answered my call that night. Slowly they revealed themselves to the entire world. It was subtle at first but it happened. And the world forever changed.

Before all this happening I had been public about my experiences as early as the 1990’s. I appeared on TV shows, wrote books about the subject, made films, gave lectures and more. Although the people that had these experiences and who had an open mind applauded me, the vast majority of my family, friends, and peers rejected me. They backed away from me as if I carried some rare disease. To them I was crazy. They laughed at me. Reflecting back on this now I think they were all just afraid. I know they were afraid. What if I was right? People just couldn’t face that possibility. It was too far outside their paradigm. So they pushed me away. Even when strange men dressed in black went to the film studios where I worked and they told the people with whom I worked, “that to work with me wasn’t in their best interest”. Everyone but my late wife still didn’t take it seriously. They told the people for whom I worked at the studios that I was in trouble with the law and that I had committed crimes. I knew this because I was called by the secretary there and she asked., “are you in trouble with the law?” I protested that this wasn’t true. But they terminated any communication with me for good. How many other places did they go? How many of my friends and family did they threaten? How much damage did they cause? Helicopters followed and harassed me. Cars followed me. People spied into my windows at home. My mail was returned to customers who were buying my Art. “No such address” was written on envelopes with the money still inside. My phone was tapped. Later I received emails from the CIA, NSA, and FBI. These governmental agencies told me to stop talking about my experiences publicly or else. All of this happened to me and my friends and family knew about it. Yet, they still laughed. Still they balked at the idea that all this could really be happening to me.

No matter what proof they were shown, no matter how many times even while in my presence they experienced things that they couldn’t explain, they denied their own senses. They moved away from me never looking back. A friend would have an experience with me and see a craft at night only to have no memory of it weeks later. Friends who heard these stories, told by the same friend, would later hear him say they have no memory of the event. It was very frustrating and few believed I was telling the truth. Until now.

The inescapable proof has now happened. There was nowhere to hide anymore. There are no doubts to hold onto. We are not alone anymore and they knew it. One day several large mirror-surfaced, silent disc shaped craft parked silently and motionlessly in our skies for days around the world. They just appeared. They never spoke or delivered any message. Their presence in the sky alone was the message. No harm ever came to our Earth. They didn’t invade or try to kill us. They just stayed parked in the skies until people got over it and returned to their jobs and lives. But the human race would never be the same. It was the next step in evolution for mankind. One day they just disappeared from the skies leaving us all to wonder and think deeply about what had just happened.

I was never afraid of the visitors. However, humans did give me a good reason to fear us. In many cases throughout our history humans have shown that they could be the worst evil of the all. This all became an amazing experience in and of itself. Every one that had ever laughed at me and anyone like me were now being called out. They weren’t sorry. They had questions they wanted answered. The press saw us as an opportunity. People were clearly afraid. But few ever apologized. They feared us because we had communion with the recently unknown and had so for a long time. And all because we asked a simple innocent question when we were very young. And this question brought into our lives visitors from another world as curious about us as we were about them. After all the attention from the media, government, and people that wanted answers. I had become tired. I wanted a break. So I got in my car for a much needed retreat and some peace. It was time for the world to adjust to a revelation that I had long ago come to terms with. Now it was their turn. Despite this amazing revelation on Earth, people went on making war, killing each other and killing the planet. We didn’t need a Hollywood-style alien invasion to destroy Earth. Humans were doing a good job of that themselves.

I would be alone at the cabin. But as I drove on I had this feeling that I wouldn’t be. When I arrived at the cabin it looked comforting and peaceful. Here I was far away from the city, the media and the noise of our civilization. I sat there for a moment taking it all in. I rolled the window down and just listened to the forest. I took in the fresh air. As I got out of my car, all the forest seemed to know me. Since long ago, when I was a child, I felt part of all nature and she welcomed me as family. She knows that I’m here and why. We are one grand spirit that is all connected.

It was the late afternoon and as I stepped on the front porch the wind chimes caught my ear playing their lovely music as the breath of the forest moved through them. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was quiet and as I looked around the lovely afternoon sun, warm and yellow, it came through the windows and on to my floor of the living room. My favorite chair waited next to the fire place for me where I planned to spend a quiet evening of reflection and reading. I went into the kitchen. It was just as I left it. I opened the refrigerator and my favorite white wine was waiting for me. I poured myself a nice glass and headed to the living room.

The wonderful yellow-orange light of sunset was coming through my windows casting long shadows on the floor and walls. I loved this time of day as it is the meridian of day and night. A very magical time. I prepared the fireplace with some good sized logs and with some effort got the fire started. I was comforted by the large stack of logs piled to the right of the fireplace that would take me through the night. The fire was lit, my chair waited for me with a nice glass of wine and with a good book I would read into the night. This all made me very content. As the fire roared and kept me warm I read intently. The night sounds of the forest sung as crickets, tree frogs, and owls had their pleasure which was also mine. As I read I felt as though I had slipped away into another world and drifted away from my thoughts about the trouble the world is in. It was peace at last. The sound of the fire crackled on as I continued reading.

The book I was reading was at the chapter that discussed the Double Slit Experiment. This experiment showed that when particles were observed by human consciousness that they behaved entirely different when left unobserved. And this has always made me wonder or better yet even realize that every conscious being’s reality had to be different and unique to that individual. We all had our own realities slightly or greatly different from one another. Yet we all shared a fundamental reality to some degree. We are sure of one thing, our self-awareness. In the end it seems there isn’t a finite reality at all. It’s all up to each individual consciousness.

As I got into the book, the night sounds suddenly stopped. The air stopped moving and it became so quiet I could not hear anything else except the sound of the fire and my own moving of the pages. I knew at once something was present. I wasn’t sure exactly what but as I looked around the room anything could be hiding in the shadows as all the light was coming from the fire place alone. I continued reading and, as I did, I felt that I was being observed. My behavior was affected just like the particles. A chill ran through me and as I looked around the room. It was if my consciousness had somehow been altered. I looked up from my book and observed the big chair across from me. Normally Martha would sit there but this weekend she didn’t come with me and had taken a trip to be with her brothers. The sides of this chair are so deep the center of the chair was in a dark shadow. And that’s when I saw something move. Someone or something was sitting there. There was a long pause. Now I knew why the night sounds had fallen silent. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I have a Visitor. The shadow leaned forward and human female face captured the light from the fire.

At first I felt a bit of shock but being that I have been through weird scenes like this all my life, I remained calm. Who was she? How did she get in here without my hearing her or seeing her? These thoughts lasted only moments before my mind filled in the blanks. Just observing her, I didn’t recognize her. On deeper level, I felt I knew her all my life and maybe I have. She just stared at me in silence. She had a faint smile on her face. She was fair, thin with delicate features. And she had a deep look of being very wise and experienced; an old soul, if you will. I felt a real power coming from her that was moving. We stared at one another for awhile and I decided to break the silence.

“Nice of you to be here”. She smiled a bit more and then spoke. “You don’t seem surprised” I smiled. “Nothing surprises me anymore...So after nearly 70 years why have you choose to finally talk to me face to face like this without the tricks? Are we sharing the same reality or just the same moment. To tell you the truth I was getting a bit lonely.” She laughed a short chuckle and her smile brought out an uncanny beauty that emanated more from her soul than her physical appearance. “So that’s what your call them? Tricks? My, my, but you have evolved Mark. You’re everything we hoped for. Such existentialism from the ape man.” I thought to myself. She sees me that way? An ape man? This was hilarious to me. We both laughed and laughed hard. “So this is how you see us? How witty of you. You’re a regular riot. Trust me I fully understand we all have a different reality and see things differently but an ape man? Really?” I laughed some more because I thought this was all quite interesting. Is this how she really see’s me. She looked at me. I knew she was reading me. She asked, “Do you want to see how how we see you?” I hesitated for a moment. Was I ready for this? Oh hell I’ve been through worse, why not? She laughed. Once again she heard my thoughts and there was no need for her to answer me. I just looked deep into her eyes, and in a moment, I could see myself sitting there in my chair. It was shocking. I didn’t appear to look at all as I do to myself. I looked anthropoidal, like Mr. Hyde. More primitive than I could have imagined. But was it really primitive or just the way we really appear? I think that we as a species often forget how closely we are related to the great primates of this world. But this vision, more than ever, connected me more deeply with my true nature. It wasn’t a bad thing but more of a wake up call. And then there’s that double slit experiment. Do we appear to ourselves the way we do because we alter the particles so we appear this way to us while looking different to another species observing us? My answer was yes. This explained a lot to me. How we have to be careful in our judgment and perspectives of all things in nature. This caution is important. It could end conflicts before they even begin and create a harmony, a synchronicity among all inhabits of this universe. This is a true raising of consciousness and I was grateful. She smiled at me. She knew my thoughts clearly. “I’m so pleased. So many have experienced what you just did and very few reacted with the conclusions you have. Some did. But not enough and this is the cause of all your problems. Most humans are blind because of their arrogance. They think they have power but they don’t know what real power is at all.” She smiled at me. It was a haunting smile. I felt like she could look right through me and she probably did. Seeing myself that way was disturbing I have to admit but it was also sobering. And she is right. It is our problem. I summoned myself up. I knew I was in the big leagues with her. For the first real time in 60 years I was really being talked to. Questioned. It was exhilarating and I really didn’t mind. “We do think of ourselves very highly. And to look around at the planet at present it’s difficult for me to understand why.” “So why?” It’s the question I have always wanted to ask. Why me? She looked at me with intent. “Because you asked a question long ago. It was innocent, honest and full of curiosity”. This didn’t surprise me. I did ask. But there has to be more. “Come on there has to be more. You have been stalking me and watching me all my life. It has shaped who I am today. It has caused the loss of friends, family, my career and income. I’ve been through it all. To put anyone through these life changing events there just has to be more”. As she looked on at me with a bit of sadness she spoke clearly and precisely. “You say you lost friends. Lets start there. If they were really friends, why would they cast you out because of your experience. Do true friends or family do that? Are they so intellectually challenged they can’t accept anything outside their own personal paradigm?... But you are right. There is more. It’s evolution Mark. There are so many evil people here blind to their own existence. It’s as if they have no soul at all. They haven’t evolved or connected. They crave power and war. And they have no regard for the innocent and kind people of this world that out number them. But they hold the power and they are killing the world, nature and their own future.” I looked at her and came back to answer her. “There’s beautiful, intelligent and creative people here as well. Loving people that want to live in peace. They have the right to thrive. We want to reach and explore the stars that we talked to at night. Not make war.” She just stared at me as if waiting for me to say more. She was silent and there was this moment. “So all through my life and the millions of lives you have entered you have all along been working through us, staying hidden and slowly giving us the power to change the world?” She just kept staring but her expression slowly changed as if feeling something from me that was moving her. She waited more. I had to ask. “How? How can we do anything to change the world? We have no power to do so...or do we?” She smiled.

“You once did. Long ago. If you look at your past you will realize that the people of long ago had powers to do things impossible today even with your present technology. But the people in power then saw fit to tell you that you had no power and the people believed it. They meant to harvest you. It was turned off. The people that followed and waved their flags did it to themselves. And they are still telling you this same lie, this disinformation meant to control you today. Humans live behind self-imposed “bars” as you would call it. Tightly fitted into cages that prevent them from being free. Only enslaved to serve the machine. And the people that do rise above in their intelligence and vision are persecuted even killed to preserve the great lie”.This brought childhood memories to mind. I remember the first time I saw Superman fly I thought, “why can’t I do this?” It’s as if I could remember at one time I could. I remembered the bullies in school and I could just swear I could stop them with my mind. I’d think hard to stop them in their tracks but it didn’t work. I remembered thinking I could move things by just willing it. And I think that many people when they were kids thought the same thing. But we discounted these feelings when we got older and accepted that we had no power. So is this the cage behind bars she spoke of? I asked her. “So what your telling me is the thoughts I had as a child were real? I could move things with my mind, levitate, walk through solid matter or even fly’? She smiled. “No, not exactly. What you are thinking is very linear, Even rudimentary. So I asked her. “You can do these things. I’ve seen it”. Is there a switch I can turn on? And what about the responsibility of such power that goes with it? How can I be trusted to only use the powers for good?” She looked at me intently. “Good and evil are just forces. Two different intentions. Two different actions. Positive and negative. They exist everywhere and they balance everything. You look only to do only positive things with such power when other forces in the universe whether consciously driven or inanimate destroy worlds and create worlds. It is an endless cycle. Infinite. You’ll find this power Mark and it will happen for all of you because you accept it’s truth. It’s knowing, not believing.” This is something I never expected to happen in my wildest dreams. I wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. I had so much to think about. “Now I know why my own people abducted me. They would come in the night, whisk me out of my home taking me to secure locations such as my old school. It was dark and scary and I was surrounded by people, some appeared to look like nurses. We were just kids. There were so many kids there. We were put through tests and had our bodies studied. These men and woman were looking for something. But they drugged us and wore masks so we would remember that aliens took us not men. But I saw them before they used the masks. They wanted us to fear you. They wanted to break our connection with you.” I paused. I had to take this all in. She just stared, saying nothing and I continued. “I have to be honest. I just want to live out my days. Read a good book. Watch the sun set. Love my family and friends and create my art. I don’t want this responsibility. I do want a better future for my children and all the Earth’s children away from this ever-growing tyranny. Do you understand this?” She spoke softly. “You can do that. But know that what you think you will create. That’s all it takes. But you have to know it. That’s where the switch is Mark. There are millions of you out there with the same abilities and wishes for your planet. But the people without souls are automatons, they act in a monotonous, routine manner, without active intelligence. They only want to control, harvest wealth, and desire power. While you gain your power that you have always had, they will lose their grip on the world. Bit by bit they will lose their strangle-hold over humanity.

You never lost your power Mark, you just lost touch with it. They destroyed the indigenous peoples cultures of your world. Because they did have this power. We used to openly commune with early mankind and communicate without any fear. They were deeply connected with nature and the stars. Europeans called them savages. The governments and churches in power feared their communion with us and nature, which is one in the same. So they took their land, erased their culture and traditions. They enslaved them and all indigenous people Mark. And then they enslaved you, Mark. Or at least they tried. But you were always rebellious. You always questioned everything including authority. You sought your own truth and that’s one of the very things that attracted us to you.” She paused for a moment to let me think. Then she continued. “You’ re right you do have a right to thrive and we have shown you the possible outcomes ahead of you ever since you were a child. We showed you a world in hell where humans destroyed the environment and devastated the planet with war. But we also showed you a beautiful world that you created with nature thriving. A world with green lands, blue skies and beautiful cities that blend with nature in harmony. A world where you have silent technology that allows you to explore the stars rather than make war.” This was familiar. I knew this place. I called it the park. “I know that world. I have visited it. I thought it was a place where you went to when you died. I called it the park.” She replied. “No Mark, this is our world. But in a sense yes. When the world as you know it dies, it will transition to what you call the park. You might call it death. But it’s really a transition. There is no death. It’s a metamorphosis, Mark.”

I had so much to think about. And to think that it all started this night while reading a book about the double slit experiment. It was clear. If I observed and directed my thoughts, my focus and truly know, not believe, then this is possible. I could change reality. I have done it before and never realized it. And if we all did it? Those millions she spoke of? Then that small percent of the world that currently controls everything would be powerless. She read my thoughts. Her smile told me so. As I watched her, her image begin to fade slowly and I could see something else forming in her place. She looked like a ghost and she sat back into the shadow of the chair. Then she leaned forward again and there before me was the visitor I have known all my life. Right there in front of me. Her black eyes reflecting the fire light. Her body was thin and delicate. She leaned forward towards me and placed her thin fingers on my hand. She has that Mona Lisa smile on her face just like the book cover of Whitley Strieber’s Communion.

I had to ask her one last question. One that was never asked. I knew that death in a literal sense does not exist. They showed me this long ago and I experienced it on my own as well. But like every kid that could ever imagine making contact with an alien life from the stars there was one question. “I need to ask you. Do you have a god?” In my head I could hear her speak. “We are the consciousness that experiences this universe, all the lives in all the universes are all connected. It is the great spirit”

I then asked her to show me their world. What she showed me was this planet around a yellow star. On the surface was a beautiful landscape with craft flying silently through the skies. The cities blended with nature and the planet thrived with huge tall trees of vast forests covering the hills and mountains. As she moved me forward and closer to the ground I saw all kinds of different races of beings living in harmony. I could smell the air it was so fresh like that of a pine forest. But most present of all with this total lack of stress in my being. I couldn’t feel it at all. I was at peace. Everyone there connected in a true state of peace without fear, anger or hate. This brought me to a vibration level that was so overwhelming I would never want to leave this world.

I wanted this so much for our planet. Our human race. I knew it was possible because her people made it and so did all the other beings there. Was I seeing the future? Is this how we will look one day? This is the park I saw many years ago. She looked deep into my eyes and smiled. “There’s still hope. Don’t give up.” I had heard this before. And I remember her touch. She was an old friend and I was actually comforted by this gesture. These weren’t the monsters they tried to make me believe. I know who the real monsters are. All these years later they still answered my question when I was a child on my back staring at the stars. “Is someone there?” At that moment she lifted her hand and backed away into the shadows. She was gone.

The next morning I was in the living room with a cup of tea reading the newspaper. It was hard to read. Although I slept well, my mind was filled with what happened last night. It seemed like a dream. More and more these days I’m finding there’s a fine line between what we dream and what we perceive as reality. Did it really happen I wondered. What about that switch that I asked about? Is it turned on? Was it turned on in all of us who have the visitor experience? I felt I wasn’t alone in that visit last night. I wasn’t the only one. I didn’t feel any different. I looked at the table next to me and tried to move my tea cup with my mind but nothing happened. Where are those powers she spoke of. Or maybe I was looking in the wrong place. I expected to be able to lift things with my mind and throw lightning bolts like in a Hollywood super hero movie and I felt silly for even thinking that. No, it must be more mysterious than that. As I read the paper, I saw the horrible headline story of yet another deadly fire that had burned down an entire city. A thousand people couldn’t get out and died in their cars trying. I knew the cause of this and it’s mounting. I wished that there was something that I could do to stop this and, in that thought, the headline suddenly changed. It didn’t read the same as it did a moment ago. I was startled and confused. Was I imagining things? Maybe I was just tired and still half asleep but there was no question the headline had changed.

“A potentially deadly fire was averted by quick response” How did this happen? Did I do this? Did we do this? Is this the power she spoke of? Am I even in the same reality?” So many questions. One thing was for sure and that was there was an effect on reality just by observing it. Something is happening. This is only the beginning. What would I do next?