Of Orange Aliens and Crop Circles

“Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand.”

~Neil Armstrong, Astronaut & First Man on the Moon

From time to time, in the course of my channelings and meditations, I get a piece of psychic history that shocks even me.

This is rare and usually comes in the form of first-person experience of a topic or time-period which I was not even expecting or intending to contact.

One such occasion was in the course of a personal meditation, a few years ago now, where I was receiving guidance from my higher self. All of a sudden, she told me to look into a puddle on the ground and that she would show me something of great importance.

I did as she suggested and was immediately transported in a direction that I can best describe as upwards. I rose up through a misty haze and was instantly transported back down again, backwards in time, into an endless lush jungle.

The covering or canopy was thick and green, damp, tall and dark. I knew that there were tribes of people living here, though how I knew this at that point I don’t really understand. I walked through this ancient, untouched place, pushing branches and large fronds out of my way as I went and eventually came to a small clearing amongst the trees and vines.

There, in the clearing, was a sight that I could never have dreamt, not in any vision, dream or meditation had I ever seen anything even remotely like it. There, in the middle of the clearing, stood a speechless (as in not able to produce what we think of as speech) wild man.

He was similar to, though more magnificent than, our textbook illustrations of Neanderthal man. Behind him, towards the edge of the clearing, stood a small group of other wild people, half hidden in the jungle. It was obvious to me that he was their chosen leader, perhaps for his physique and strength or bravery. In front of him, in a huge, blinding beam of light, stood some kind of “alien” creature. It was flat as a piece of paper, tall, angular and orange-reddish of color, and dwarfed the wild man by as many as three or four feet.

This creature, obviously also a leader of some sort, had a number of similar creatures, of varying heights and shades of orange, standing behind it. These two groups of beings were communicating with each other, exactly how I cannot work out, but the orange people did not speak in words, they spoke telepathically. The wild men seemed to only grunt and gesture, yet their “leader” was nodding his head and grunting in an understanding toward the orange leader.

The orange creatures were asking for something from the wild men, showing them pictures of their own reality in their minds. Once these beings had finished telling their story to the wild man, he paused for a few moments, just standing before this tall, flat being.

Then the man stepped backward a bit, toward the edge of the forest and seemed to hold council with his fellow tribes people. There was a lot of confusion, then some level of disagreement, followed by some type of compromise and a consensus of some kind. After this the leader stepped back into the clearing and, in an almost pitying way, gave a positive answer to this orange being.

I have thought much on this since I had the vision and asked for clarification of my ideas in several other meditation and dream sequences after that, and this is the understanding that I have come to about at least one portion of our human history:

(This story is not fiction, but if its reality seems too far-fetched for you, then feel free to read it like an Isaac Asimov novel, you will still enjoy it, I presume.)

In our ancient past, we lived as peaceful, highly-spiritual beings in small groups that worshiped the Earth, Sun, Moon and stars as actual beings, as thinking, living and feeling elements of nature. We did not have the power of speech, but did have many concepts that modern people think of as marks of “civilization.” These included self-awareness, ritual practices, agricultural knowledge, religious understanding, cooking and communication as well as the concepts of truth, responsibility, family connections, past, present and future.

At the same time, in other corners of the greater cosmos, other beings who looked and communicated differently to us were undergoing great changes in their way of life and on their own planets. One such group, the orange people, were suffering under the expansion and immanent explosion of their sun.

The normal course of life for them, on their sun-scorched planet, was to be born as flat yet moist, yellow beings, coming into an orangeness as they passed beyond puberty, getting taller as they also grew to have less moisture in their bodies, and eventually, when approaching middle to old age, to become reddened and drier, often like the texture of a tree, except flat.

They lived in extended family groups, on a dusty, rocky, and arid planet that was comprised equally of mountains and extensive dry plains. Each family group shared a plain or cave, where dozens and dozens of them lived together. What specifically they did, in other words, what they’re daily life was like, was never shown to me. I do not believe, however, that they went to work every day as we tend to do or that they had a care for the creation or collection of material goods at all.

These creatures seemed to be extremely spiritual in their reality, living for and by energy and thought, not growing or harvesting things. They did spend their time thinking, vibrating, creating, but not in a way that could be “seen” on a physical plane of existence. They seemed to act solely for the betterment of the whole race and of their planet, however certain forces in their universe were beyond their control.

The only true vision that I had of their planet and their life on it was at the very end of their world. Groups of the oldest and the youngest (I guess you could say the grandparents and grandchildren) of these orange beings were cowering under a large rock outcropping in the middle of a large open plain and were slowly frying, cooking to death, under the now constant radiation of their sun. As their sun grew, it not only became as close to them as our moon is to us, but also started pulling things toward it, like a vacuum or a magnet.

It was at this point that the strongest (adult/orange) of these beings chose to take the drastic measure that they did, coming to Earth and asking the peaceful people of this place to provide them with some kind of help. I get the sense that this was highly taboo and was only undertaken due to the most desperate and imminent of circumstances.

What did they want? How could these seemingly simple and unrefined humans have helped these highly evolved beings?
Well, it is still not completely formed in my mind as to what the exact outcome was, but what they wanted seems fairly clear. They wanted the humans on this great, green planet Earth to help them save the thing that was most precious to them on their planet, for they knew that their planet was beyond saving and would soon be killed by its own sun.

They asked these spiritually aware, ritual-minded Earth men to store their equivalent to our DNA. But we must understand at this point that, although we have as yet only discovered DNA to hold the keys to our human species, DNA is actually a record of the life of our planet, an encyclopedia of Earth’s history, and each species holds a volume. That is what they so desperately wanted to store here, with our ancestors — the entire history not only of their species, but of their planet.

And in return, they promised not only their future help, should we ever need it, but also to gift us with certain types of learning, of spiritual knowledge, to aid in our development as a species and as a planetary community.

Still, they did not trust that this planet would be the ultimate place of safety for their body of planetary and physical knowledge. Thus they encoded and chopped up their information, storing only slices of it with different groups of humans, in different locations around the globe, to be collected and reassembled by them at a point far into the future, when they were able to make use of it and recreate their planet in a new location. This is something that they firmly believed they could do and was their entire intent for making their journey here to Earth. To store the pieces for a future rebuilding project.

The only portion that still remains unclear to me is exactly how many different (or backup) methods they used for storing this information here on our planet. They did, most likely, use the obvious method of storing pieces of their DNA in dormant sections of our own DNA or the DNA of other Earth species, perhaps accounting for the slight differences in major races of human and other species variations around the globe.

What I am certain about it that they encoded the vast majority of their information in what we see as very simple symbols, the very same symbols that we see repeated in the carvings, drawings and building design of the major cultures throughout human history.

These are the symbols found carved into caves and burial mounds, such as those of Newgrange in Ireland, as well as in the layout of ancient cities like Cahokia and the precise measurements of the Egyptian pyramids. On their surface they are indeed designed to line up precisely with different astronomical occurrences and different constellations, but behind all of that, they store and project encoded information that is intended only to be deciphered by those who originally gave the encoded information.

My whole purpose in telling this story is not to make you think that I am some kind of psychic cuckoo (which you may by now) but to explain how I have come to my own, previously unheard of, explanation as to the true meaning behind crop circles.

When I speak of crop circles, I mean the real thing, not the impromptu fanciful artworks created by a bunch of nocturnal hippie-types, but those that truly do appear of their own accord, unexplained, unclaimed and undecipherable.

Suspending disbelief and embracing the truth that all time occurs at the same instant, that the past, the present and the future are not linear, but are, indeed, layered in nature, occurring in one NOW at different planes of existence, it is easy to see how crop circles appear, leaving only their design and a noticeably heightened energy field.

Our ancestors: sensitive, spiritual, prehistoric man, were charged with the protection of a thing more sacred than their mere individual lives. Having taken this charge on willingly, out of sympathy and perhaps a sense of kinship, they gave their utmost attention to seeing that their promises were carried out to the best of their abilities.

Suppose that each major continent or major culture was given sacred symbols and sacred concepts to protect and store, until such time that the true owners of that knowledge could collect it and make use of it. Envision each tribal or cultural group embracing these symbols and weaving their own world and creation myths around them to ensure their survival and perpetuation into the future.

Now suppose that the lifetime of those ancestors (our past) and the lifetime that we live today (our now) and also the lifetime in which these beings can actually use their stored information (our future) are all actually occurring, on different planes, but at this very moment. Picture it as a layer-cake and the Earth is the platter that the cake is sitting on, each layer is separated from the next piece of cake by an impenetrable, sticky layer of jam or frosting, but they are all still sitting on the same platter, all still part of the same cake. (Man I love using cake as an example, for anything.)

Here is what I am getting at.

The ancestor ones, the members of these powerful, sacred tribes are, at this very same moment, sitting somewhere in a jungle or an open field, most likely in a some ceremonial circle, all concentrating on their symbols, deliberately pouring their energy into them, vibrating and humming in unison. Their intent? To raise the vibration of that symbol to such a higher level that it is projected, with all speed and force, upwards from their lower vibrational reality, THROUGH ours, and up to a more spiritually and technically evolved future.

In that future exists both the receivers, vast receivers, and decoders, for the specific type of vibration, or symbolism that is being sent. It does not matter what exists at the place in our present, only that the energy receivers of the future receive the transmission.

What happens when it passes through our realm, a place in which the meaning can neither be received or decoded, is that it leaves a shadow, a mark upon our now. Something of that much force and vibration cannot help but be manifest as it passes through. But it is a side-effect, an unintentional signal picked up as the message passes from its transmitter to its true receiver. We are most likely not even seeing the whole symbol and we are certainly not evolved enough, either as a species or as a planet, to yet discern its true meaning.

Our planet is providing a service, but its value is not meant for us, it’s just a favor for a friend.

Are all crop circles the real deal? Nope. But is there some reason why they frequently have the same form as ancient symbols found throughout the ancient world? Why they occur more often closer to certain astronomical phenomena? Why they so often match up perfectly in measurement to the footprints of ancient sites such as Giza and Stonehenge? Yes, yes, indeed.

Why do they only appear in fields or crops? The answer is that they don’t. These symbols do not just appear in fields filled with crops. But if an energy signature were left in the layers of stone, concrete and pavement that fills Times Square, would anyone see it? Most likely not. If a huge energy signature is cut or burned into a 7-foot tall canvas of rolling wheat fields, will someone notice? Uhh-huh, they will.