A Beginner’s Guide to the Out-of-Body Experience, Including First-Hand Accounts and Comprehensive Theory and Methods
by Darryl E Berry Jr
4 – ENGAGING EXTRATERRESTRIALS
My earliest sightings and extraterrestrial encounters occurred when I was a young child, around four or five years old, before I knew about such things from television. I had several experiences of meeting or seeing extraterrestrials during OBEs and/or what could be surreal/dreamy physical states. I’d find myself standing in the center of the living room before the open front door of the house, and a classic looking short grey alien being would be standing just outside the doorway. It had a classic large, oval head – wider at the top, and large totally black eyes. We’d be standing there staring at each other. Other times I’d be standing on the front lawn and a spacecraft shaped like an outstretched human hand with fingers held together would be hovering right above me, just above our tree. Other times I’d be standing in the street in front of the house and fleets of ET craft would go across the sky. Frequent contactee Kim Carlsberg shared similar dreams in relation to her contact experiences, in her deftly illustrated book Beyond My Wildest Dreams: Diary of a UFO Abductee.
As a small child I believed that these grey alien beings were my “real” family and parents, and that I was somehow and for some reason trapped on Earth in a human body, with a surrogate Earth family, and I longed to go back “home.” In studying the experiences and research of Dr. Karla Turner I’ve learned that some extraterrestrial and/or interdimensional beings try to get their human contacts to believe this. It could be to try to facilitate cooperation, and it could also be that the extraterrestrial is referring to a different lifetime. I also had the vague memory of being taught or knowing how to make an alien spacecraft and would imagine getting the various parts and building a disc shaped metallic craft in the backyard that I would use to escape Earth.
Through subsequent research I wonder how many of these early experiences are hazily remembered or “screen memory” covered physical encounters with alien beings – including my earlier chronicled experience Beings of Light. Dr. Karla Turner, who found accounts of others perceiving visitations by light beings, found the beings to be physical extraterrestrial and/or interdimensional beings. Several times since I have seen physical extraterrestrial and/or interdimensional craft in the sky, and I have at least one vague memory in relation to these sightings of physically interacting with alien beings – including experiencing “missing time.”
PHYSICAL WORLD ENCOUNTERS
A series of physical world sightings and encounters happened around the year 2000 when I was about 21 years old, mostly in New Orleans, Louisiana, in the United States. In the main one I saw flashes in the clouds and went to check it out and a craft came out of the clouds, apparently the cause of the flashes. I wrote an account on this experience in 2003 and reported it to UFO Evidence.
This experience was at night, and I’m the only witness that I know of. The sighting was of a single object I estimate to be about one or two times the size of an average two-story house. The overall distance of the object away from me, including height in the air and distance away, I would estimate about two to four neighborhood blocks away after looking at a map. It was about three stories in the air. The object was shaped like a short barrel – proportionately about half the size of a barrel, shaped something like five US nickel coins stacked atop each other. There was pink light coming from the bottom of the object, from what would seem to be a power source or propulsion system.
I initiated this encounter. I was motivated into this field of research by my childhood experiences and was quite infatuated with the subject for some time. Beginning in my late teens I’d read article after article and read several books of first-person accounts – including the classic Fire in the Sky by Travis Walton (made into a very inaccurate motion picture). I’d seen scores of sightings videos. I was preparing myself for an encounter, and now (I thought) I was ready and willing to willfully see crafts and beings, to initiate contact. I thought it would be quite nice to go away with them on their craft.
I concluded that most if not all the aliens and extraterrestrials visiting Earth are telepathic. And being benign or benevolent, they would heed my telepathic call to see them. I began to spend time each day in meditation, perhaps 30 minutes each day, calling to them telepathically to see them and their spacecraft: “I want to see you. Show yourselves to me.” And whenever I was outside and sometimes even while inside looking out the window, I had my eyes to the sky looking for ETVs (extraterrestrial vehicles). It took only about a month of daily meditative telepathic calling to have that experience.
I’d just gotten off work at about 11 PM as usual, and was driving home, making my way over the high rise some 15 miles from home. Looking into the distance I could see pink flashes in the clouds, and according to my research I knew that something was there. After all, lightening is blue. I determined that I would drive until I got to the disturbance in the sky, however far away it was. As I drove, I realized that I was going as I would have had I been going straight home. I got off at my usual exist, still expecting to take some bizarre route through the woods or something to get there and ended up going straight into my subdivision. The clouds were still flashing pink, off and on, and I continued to the disturbance.
The street I lived on is in New Orleans, Louisiana (USA), off Willowbrook Drive, which itself is off Michoud Boulevard. I drove down Willowbrook Drive and passed my street by about 5 blocks, and then parked my car near the disturbance; parking at the corner of Willowbrook Drive and St. Helena place (note that St. Helena place is a loop and intersects Willowbrook drive twice. I was parked at the west intersection of Willowbrook Drive and St. Helena; the one closest to Michoud Boulevard). This is the same corner at which I used to play basketball as a kid. This area of the subdivision was less developed then, so there were almost no streetlights where I was. There were only about 10 houses in the immediate vicinity, including several houses on the left side of Willowbrook in front of the loop of St. Helena place; with much empty field around.
The light and cloud disturbance were over the woods on the other side of the levee. It was very close compared to most sightings I have researched. I turned off the engine and watched and waited. The bottom of the cloud would flash pink like a strobe light, and then go off. Then it would flash again, and then off. The cloud continued blinking in this fashion, each successive blink coming faster than the previous. At this point I was becoming afraid. Given all my preparation I was sure that when I made contact, I would run up to the craft and say to its occupants to take me for an interstellar joyride. But this was not the case. As I watched the cloud through my partially opened car window the cloud started blinking so fast that the blinks were linked together. Then the cloud stopped blinking, but steadily glowed, radiating a solid pink glow. As I looked upon the cloud, my window still partially rolled down and my eyes wide open, the alien craft slowly and silently hovered down out of the cloud. A strong sense of fear came upon me, and I started winding up my window in a minor panic as though something might jump into the car to get me or may already be in the car through the partially opened window! I was afraid to look into the back seat!
I wonder if this craft represented the same group of beings from my childhood experiences. Or perhaps this race frequents the area. Speaking to a local hobbyist fisherman he told me of a similar experience – and I was just talking in general about extraterrestrial life. He told me about how when he was fishing on Lake Pontchartrain (the nearest edge of which is only about 2 miles away from that neighborhood) an extremely large light appeared in the clouds sending a giant spotlight down onto the water. Whatever was in the cloud was huge he said, given the size of the light; and whatever it was made no sound. After a time, the light went off and that was it. A fellow fisherman friend of his was there to see it as well.
There are several images floating around the Internet linked to various sightings from Gulf Breeze, Florida, that show a craft of a type – or artwork deftly approximating a craft type – which reflects very well the type of craft that I saw, and from the exact angle that I saw mine. I think that the craft the fisherman was present to and the craft that I saw are of the same type, from the same race or civilization of beings.
Back to my sighting, I locked the car door, rolled the window up, fumbling as I did, for I was sure not to take my eyes off this craft. The bottom of the craft was hollowed in, as if under the stack of coins there was a shallow, downward facing bowl carved in. In this shallow downward facing bowl was a light like a moving pink neon sign, or a long and thick convoluted pink glowing strand of cable erratically moving about like an ornery snake. In the background of this moving neon sign-like line of moving light was a softer pink glow that filled the entire bottom crevice of the craft. I also remember seeing something like circular windows around the entire circumference of the craft, something like the little circular porthole windows one would see around a tug boat.
The craft seemed to stay out of the cloud for only a matter of seconds, as if the beings piloting it endeavored to answer my call of letting me see, and then go back about their business. Or perhaps my fear told them that that was enough. Though I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time, the craft went back up a noticeable relative distance away from where it came out of the cloud. It seemed to enter back up into the cloud for instance slightly to the right from where it exited. And there was not a smooth transition between descent and subsequent ascent. It was like watching a movie and someone cut out everything that happened in the middle of a scene, in this case leaving only the craft coming out of the cloud and pasting that to its eventual reentry. Only the abrupt reentry and its slight but noticeable change in position indicated that a noticeable portion of the experience was missing. And something WAS missing – a sizable amount of time.
The entire episode according to my conscious memory at the time could not have taken more than 2 minutes from the time I parked my car to when the craft was reentering the cloud. I started my car, drove back home, and it was 1:00 AM! I know that it only took about 30 minutes to get home from work. I drove an extra 5 blocks or so down past my street, so it would have been 11:45 PM at the latest, by the time I got home. Yet when checking the time after I drove the half a mile back home, nearly an hour and a half had gone by! I was dazed and restless. I think I was experiencing minor shock. I remember stumbling as I walked through the hallway, and I have a faint memory of someone (or something) helping me to my bedroom. When I consider that missing time, I am certain that I have had direct physical contact but have blocked the memory. At reaching my bed it seems that I plopped down and went to sleep.
It seems that this general period was filled with encounters. It appears that a certain group of ETs certainly took my invitation to heart. And I say a certain group of extraterrestrials because I saw manifestations of this same type of extraterrestrial craft on three other occasions. One night I had the urge to walk to the gas station a mile away, to get a snack of peanuts. It’d become almost a ritual that I happily performed several nights per week. I’d walk to the gas station, buy some shelled peanuts, and eat them on the walk home, looking to the night sky for craft the entire way. This night was a bit unusual in feel, though the trip to the store had no major changes in script. Yet on my way back home I saw a massive cloud to the North-Northeast, off into the distance towards Lake Pontchartrain – perhaps over the lake, I thought.
This massive cloud had a relatively small spherical area within it to the bottom-right that glowed in a kaleidoscope of colors. Red, green, blue, orange… it was like a spherical rainbow, the colors constantly shifting, and a large circular area around this phenomenon had a steady glow. I turned to see the source of a sound that approached in the air from behind me, and I perceived a black, unmarked helicopter flying low overhead, heading straight for the disturbance. It was flying low enough to clearly see the windows and frame of the helicopter, though the windows were far too tinted to make out any specifics of what was inside. I seemed to be able to see the rivets and bolts that kept the body of the craft together. As I walked home, I looked at this disturbance in the cloud, and saw this black unmarked helicopter making its way straight for the disturbance. I continued home, not waiting to be the specific attention of either the disturbance in the cloud or the passengers of the helicopter.
Over the years I’ve reconsidered that helicopter. For it to be so low I did not feel any proof that it was there – or at least that it was in fact a helicopter. A helicopter that low overhead would’ve produced a maelstrom of wind and dust or debris. In reading a book called Masquerade of Angels by Karla Turner I’ve learned that encounters with extraterrestrials can bring with it the sound of a helicopter, though no helicopter is present. Sometimes one person would hear a helicopter and others would not. I wonder if that was an extraterrestrial craft moving directly over me, yet being so close catalyzing my unconscious fear, and I placed a screen memory over it. Perhaps it was something else, or perhaps I didn’t feel the atmospheric disturbance of the helicopter because of the surreal nature of the experience.
In another experience, with what seemed to be the same type of craft that I saw near my home, I was driving home from work at night and I saw some flashes in the clouds in the distance. I decided to follow the disturbance until reaching it, and this time I had to pass the interstate exit to my subdivision, and as I did so I approached a multifaceted disturbance that was filling the clouds for miles around. I made it to the core of the disturbance which was in fact over Lake Pontchartrain, the section where Interstate 10 crosses the lake. About a dozen areas in the canopy of clouds were glowing pink, just like the way the cloud glowed from which the craft came out that night. On either side of the Interstate 10 there were pink areas glowing in the cloud, making the canopy of cloud over the lake a show of lights. Around a dozen or a score areas in the clouds had the pink light as if from the bottom of a craft, and it looked as if a giant pinkish spotlight was going upon the water from the clouds.
I wonder how it is that I didn’t run into the causeway railing, for my eyes were unflinching, surveying the entire experience. I looked to the right to see one disturbance quite low compared to the others, looking to be only about 3 stories into the air. The light coming out of this cloud shown like a massive spotlight upon a structure or home that mimics a miniature castle, in a sort of theme park like area off the interstate, on the banks of Lake Pontchartrain. This area is on the east side of the lake, about a mile or two away from the causeway. The lighted area of cloud was right over the little building, right over it! I could see the cloud glowing. I could see how the spotlight-like glow was refracted by the moisture in the air, and I could see the light beaming down upon the ground and upon the structure. I could see the reflection of light off the structure. I continued driving and looking until I was making it over the lake, in awe and wonder.
I remember seeing another car coming west on the other side of the causeway. I crossed the lake and made my way back, and I don’t remember seeing the lights in the sky on the return trip. As a matter of fact, at some point it seemed like a pinkish light was directly over my car and then suddenly all the lights were gone, and I was driving across the causeway; then I turned around and came back on the other side of the causeway and headed home. The entire time I never looked at my watch or the car clock to see what time frames were involved.
Another experience I had with apparently the same type of craft was a year or so before, when driving home from Georgia about 800 miles (a 10-hour drive) from New Orleans. I used to frequently visit Georgia, and I would always be looking for alien craft. I would travel to Georgia during the day, and always come back at night, so that I was able to drive all night looking into the sky for extraterrestrial craft. I would sometimes park on the side of the interstate in areas of the drive where there were no lights, and spend time looking into the sky free from the ambient lights of the city. One night while driving home, far ahead of me at the horizon, I saw two large glowing clouds. I imagine I had to be in Georgia or Alabama at the time. The sky was covered with a canopy of could, as if it were the ceiling of the Earth, and these two large oval shaped clouds stood out as the only two formations of cloud separate from this canopy. I knew it was “UFO” activity, so I looked unflinchingly. These two large clouds obviously had something in them that was causing pink glows and flashes of light – both a steady stream of pink and flashes of brighter pink at intervals. The interstate where I was had a straightaway for miles and they were directly ahead of me.
After a while the glow and flashing picked up. The flashes intensified, and then a pink bolt of lightning came from one cloud to the other. Shortly after the pink bolt of energy went between clouds one of the lights took off, and the other took off as well. If my eyes weren’t fixed on the event, I could have missed it. To illustrate, wave your hand briskly past your eyes so that you see a streak behind your hands. That is what I saw. But instead of a hand it was two parallel streaks of bright pink light that went straight overhead, on either side of my car moving seemingly right above the canopy of cloud, or maybe even ‘sliding’ upon the canopy of cloud.
Apparently, the crafts took off at a rapid pace, with no acceleration, from a full stop to instantly many hundreds of miles per hour at least. They were at the horizon before me, and they moved so fast that they reached the horizon behind me before the steak of light dissipated! To be sure that I am making myself clear: if you would look straight ahead and wave your entire arm across your visual field from your right to your left you will see a streak of your arm following for the entire distance. Perhaps before your arm reaches all the way to the left, the streak may have caught up to the middle of your body. In other words, the streak ‘wears off’ so to speak, and is like a trail following your arm, rather than just hanging in the air. Imagine moving your arm so fast that you move it from one horizon to the horizon on the entire other side, while the very start of the streak is still there! When the crafts reached the horizon behind me, the spots where they started were still glowing!! That is how fast they were moving! It resulted in two parallel lines of bright pink light stretching from horizon to horizon; with more light in the cloud where they started. After a second or two the light streak disappeared, and the two craft were no longer visibly detectable as it seemed they disappeared around the curvature of the planet. Amazing.
I had a longstanding friendship with a nonphysical extraterrestrial named Okanos; he told me that he was my father in a previous extraterrestrial lifetime; on a planet he called Auntaunria. He looked like a classic grey alien, except he was very tall, perhaps 7 or 8 feet tall. Also, he had two ridges on the top his head, like big, elongated temples going from either side of his forehead back across the top sides of his skull. My interactions with him started when I took up the practice of channeling through automatic writing and automatic typing. I had several interesting experiences in that way, and eventually got good enough that I was able to contact him.
At first my channeling was a bunch of gibberish, and then became more coherent; then I contacted a being calling itself ‘The One.’ Communication with this personage was much more coherent. Eventually I contacted a distinct consciousness. At first, for the life of me, I couldn’t remember his name. I would go into a deep altered state and communicate with him, and during our telempathic conversation ask his name. He would tell me, and I would be certain that I would remember it and would be very clear during the altered state of what he had just told me. But when the channeling session ended, and I came back to waking awareness I could not remember. It took practice for me to be able to remember it. I have found that when we initially begin accessing altered states there is still a divide or break in conscious continuity between our waking state and altered states. Therefore, so few people remember nightly dreams or their spontaneous astral travels. With continued practice we consciously enter and exit altered states, remembering everything experienced along the way, while there, and on the way back. We develop a flexibility of consciousness that allows for a broader range of conscious multidimensional operation. A bridge is made from our waking conscious awareness through to altered state awareness, so that our conscious awareness can enter deeper states of awareness and bring back the information and experiences. This will be discussed in Part Two.
Eventually I developed enough to remember his name, through continued altered state practice. I was able to bring more information back from altered states, and eventually it didn’t require as deep an altered state to communicate with him – or perhaps since altered states were becoming more familiar the state did not seem as deep or altered. Eventually I developed the ability to talk with him in my mind in my waking state, as fluently as you and I could physically talk verbally. Sometimes I’d feel fluttering in various chakras as we communicated, especially when I was sitting down and relaxed; at first in the solar plexus chakra, over time the sensation moving up the chakra line, up to I think the throat chakra.
I eventually started to go out-of-body to meet him. At first my experiences of seeing him were largely through the hypnagogic images experienced in the altered states prior to OBEs. In the most prominent one he had on a hooded robe, purple in color, his face and hands shrouded in darkness. Gradually the robe revealed more of his appearance – the sleeves pulling back to show his hands, the hood pulling back to show his head. When finally fully revealed he had the appearance I described earlier, a very tall ridged-headed grey alien being, but as if made of many points of light, like a cloud of light in the shape of a tall grey. Once I met him on a nonphysical mountainside, and he told me about the planet Auntaunria. He explained that we destroyed ourselves in war. He showed me the planet, which looked like a burnt spherical cinder floating in space. I reflect on the fact that with the technology we have today, were it not for various extraterrestrial races that would prevent such a catastrophe, we would be capable of doing such a thing on this planet. Another time I went into the Akashic Records building and saw Okanos. I’d later see a color illustration of the interior of the library in an OBE-related book I’d read some time after this experience, and the resemblance was uncanny. The illustration matched almost exactly what I’d perceived while there OBE.
There were several bookshelves in the Akashic Records building, filled with books. The books were hardbound in brown covers, stacked uniform on the shelves. Beside this book room there was an atrium with a glass ceiling, with a balcony off to the side of the atrium’s second floor. I perceived Okanos up on the balcony, and he hovered down towards me, in his cloud of light form. We had a brief discussion and then the experience ended.
Okanos also saved my life on two occasions. One time I was riding my bicycle down the sidewalk and he yelled in my mind to “STOP!” I did so, and just as I did a large truck zoomed out from besides a building I was about to ride by. The building must have reflected the sound of the truck, and the truck was moving very fast. No doubt had I kept riding I would have been hit and run over. Another time I was riding my bike to work as usual and he advised me to take another route, a slightly longer route that ended up at the same location. At this point I was accustomed to following his guidance and I did so without question. When I pulled up in front of work, I saw two young men hiding behind cars as if waiting for someone, one of them holding metal batons of some kind in his hands. They were looking in the direction I would normally come from, and from that direction they would have been hidden from me. But since I came from the opposite direction they were in plain view and looking away from me. One of them saw me and exclaimed, “He’s coming from the other way!” I saw the work security guard notice the situation and start to walk away towards the building. I rode into my work parking lot, realizing had I come via my normal route I might have gotten jumped by those two guys.
I went into a meditative state intent to meet or perceive extraterrestrials. I lost awareness, brought back to awareness by the perception of an alien-looking being staring at me, its face directly above and in front of mine. Physically I was on the floor, lying on my back on a blanket, and it was as if the being was standing or hovering over me, putting his face only inches before my own. I stared back for a while, with some shock that it worked, and some trepidation at his alien looking appearance. He had a humanoid face – forehead, two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. But the coloration of his skin was unlike any human’s. His or its skin was brown, but a different type of brown. Its head was more oval shaped, like a mix between the shape of a classic grey’s head and an Earth human’s head. And its eyes were smaller than a human’s eyes, as was its nose. Its mouth was smaller than an Earth human’s mouth, but with less difference from Earth human features than the eyes and nose were. I soon decided to reintegrate with the physical body, and my perception of him faded away. The beings of the widely observed 2-mile wide boomerang-shaped extraterrestrial craft that hovered over and around the state of Arizona in the late 90s are identified by Bashar the extraterrestrial as a hybrid race, he called the Yahyel or the Shalanaya. He said that this is the race that would make the first government-acknowledged contact with humanity. I intuit that this being is a member of that civilization.
Seeing alien faces is a regular occurrence for me. If I go into altered states with intent to see ETs, I’ll see alien-looking faces in my visual imagery, as if directly in front of my face – sometimes looking at me, and sometimes seemingly showing me profiles of their faces. I gather from Adrian Dvir that ETs are regularly and frequently about, even during broad daylight. They have technologies that allow them to be invisible to radar and our visual perception, but by going into altered states they can be visually perceived and sensed.