Based on what I learned from Rick Strassman’s fantastic book DMT: The Spirit Molecule as well as recent observations of an elderly feline, I wonder if the DMT rush that may “bridge the dimensions” at death and during near-death experiences may effectively play a role in near-near-death experiences [NNDEs] as well – and not just among human beings.
Sixteen years ago my young daughter and I brought home our first cat. It’s like yesterday we were driving down the highway with little black and white Chloe in a wool beret, just five weeks old, her lithe form frantically clawing at each chance of escape. (She’s an escape artist to this day. Ah, the psychology of a cat….that’s another curiosity entirely.)
Hyperthyroidism and an enlarged kidney aren’t getting the best of her yet. Chloe keeps chugging along, most days with determination and verve, seeming far short of her years. This little old lady is a sprite, for sure. And she’s always hungry, always thirsty, and always wanting to be held – so I feed her often, refresh her water bowl, hold her.
Sixteen years is precious time. Now her front paws shake when she stands. Every day she’s a bit lighter – almost floating. She’s always been somewhat of a featherweight, and now more than ever. Sometimes she’s a bit lethargic, and the next moment she’ll bound around the house like a whirlwind in an apparent rush of adrenaline.
Here’s where it gets really interesting for me. Lately Chloe’s taken the habit of staring into space, looking at things that I don’t see. At times she’s listless while staring, but more often her eyes are animatedly focused on something she’s apparently watching in front of her – almost like she’s dreaming, yet she’s wide awake.
Maybe she’s actually “tripping.” Now there’s something to ponder. Could Chloe be experiencing relatively subtle, near-death DMT rushes as bits of her waste away, or rather, transform? Might she occasionally dose out on spikes of endogenous DMT and momentarily traverse other dimensions? She can’t come right out and say it, but observing her during one of these apparent “mini-trips” I can’t help but wonder what she’s experiencing.
Whether DMT may functionally accompany the general time of transition as well as the “final” moment is worth pondering. Considering that possibility, how might a given bioorganism – human, cat, or tree – react when dipping its metaphorical toes into the tidal waters at the edge of radical metamorphosis?
STACE TUSSEL
(Posted in memory of Minouche, who transitioned from this life a year ago today. Please check your companion animals regularly for any unusual lumps or bumps.)
The sky reflecting on water near Leadville, Colorado.
I’m asleep on what seems to be a perfectly normal night, apparently zoning out in the comfortably numb blankness of deep slumber. Suddenly I rouse to a half-wake state – certainly not asleep, but also not awake in the way we’d normally think of being awake.
“I’m about to hear an electronic tone.” The words bounce around in my mind like slow-motion echoes in a holographic canyon.
I’m on my left side, eyes half-open, mind sort of awake, gazing into a small area of blurred light that’s hinting at form in front of me – almost like the snapshot above of the sky reflecting on a lake. Something’s there that I can’t quite bring into focus, something sentient and non-threatening, yet hidden.
Looking into the light, upon thinking I’m going to hear a tone, I hear it, arriving on a rather loud, distinctly electronic wavelength, somewhat similar to my cel phone and the clock on my bed table, but neither. The sound is surreal: out of place, yet perfect. That’s all I remember of it.
Next thing I know I’m opening my eyes to a new day, thinking “what was that?” Hours had surely passed, and still what had happened was right there, waking along with me in morning’s light.
I’ve always been drawn to the tiny dipper in the night sky, the Pleiades. Somehow they’ve always felt like “home.” Through binoculars, the cluster of stars resembles a grand city of of light floating in deep space. A profound connection exists between the Pleiades and crop circles.
In the spring of 1995 I was suddenly and inexplicably saturated with everything Pleiadean. I found the compelling book Atlantis and the Seven Stars by J Countryman, and I listened over and over to a song which happened to be playing “at random” as I walked into a friend’s house one afternoon; Pleiadean Communication, by A Positive Life, is aptly named – (you can listen here).
That spring I’d also discovered and eagerly absorbed Circular Evidence, the classic field guide to crop circle research by Colin Andrews and Pat Delgado. Even though I’d immersed myself in mysteries of all sorts throughout my life, nearly thirty years passed before I discovered crop circles – something everyone else had apparently heard of. The mention of crop circles elicited the ubiquitous, “Oh, those were made by two guys from the pub who used ropes and boards to fool everybody.”
But that didn’t set well with me, because by then I’d already had my own close encounter with the circle makers. On the 16th of June, 1995, I had asked for a crop circle close enough for me to visit – and one appeared at that moment, in Inman, Kansas. In the following short video I describe some of the mystical communication I’ve experienced when tuned to frequency of the non-human circle makers, whoever they may be:
In the video I share radical evidence supporting the theory that non-human intelligence has played an active, intentional role in at least some of the crop circles, starting with my first. I wished for a crop circle at around 10.30 PM on the 16th of June 1995, and at that same time a farmer tilling a field over 100 miles away from me witnessed a long, straight row of dim lights hovering over a central Kansas wheat field and kicking up dust. The farmer, Chad, told me that the hair on his arms stood on end as he watched for about 10 minutes. When he looked back at the end of a row the lights had disappeared, leaving him confused and a bit spooked. A few days later the Inman crop circle was found in the exact spot where the lights had hovered.
My friend Mike experienced a very similar event with the crop circle which appeared near Teton, Idaho in 2002, and in fact, that’s where I met him – in the Teton formation. We’d both expressed a desire for a crop circle appear close by, and in our ways we’d received confirmation that our wishes were immediately heard and answered.
For what it’s worth, Mike and I are both UFO experiencers.
What does all this mean? Perhaps alongside the crop artists working the fields of England these days, a distinctly non-human intelligence infuses some of the circles, speaking in riddle and synchronicity, from another dimension. If any doubts linger about the reality of non-human crop circle makers, so be it – but surely the fact that a crop circle answered my wish for one, precisely on a significant alignment, is food for thought. How this all unfolded is seemingly against all odds – if very remotely possible.
For instance, you could choose 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 in the lottery and have the same odds of winning as if you chose 4, 18, 21, 25, and 36. But overall, five consecutive numbers would be less likely to comprise the winning numbers than five random numbers, since the lottery can be played with many hundreds of thousands of combinations of random numbers, and relatively few sequential ones. You can apply this concept to drawing lines on a map of a state consisting of 82,000 square miles.
My point is that the exact alignment of three meaningful points on the map was a straight flush to trump all others. On top of that, the odds of a crop circle forming at the moment I wished for it – with a witness – is confirmation, beyond a reasonable doubt, of telepathic communication. I’ve published the diagram at right in a few other posts here, but I’ll do it again to illustrate the playful nature of the circle makers as they created an original crop circle in the form of a stylised tractor, mirroring the one the witness was using to till the field just a few hundred yards away…
And what, might you ask, do the Pleiades have to do with crop circles? The Pleiades are part of the Taurus constellation, and crescents reminiscent of bull’s horns appeared regularly in mid-1990s crop circles – a time when, I intuit, more of the formations were not the product of human crop artistry.
With deep gratitude to my friends, the non-human circle makers: thank you for being part of my life and for allowing me to share this story. And to all the human crop artists out there, thank you as well for the beautiful forms in the fields. Many of your designs are quite lovely – and, I like to think, inspired by a higher power.
“All of us have a long way to go yet – and we are nearly there …“
STACE TUSSEL
Note that in the video there are a couple of flashes that Kelle identifies in her comment to this post. The one at precisely 3 minutes is particularly vivid! I can’t explain the flashes of light.
My report on the Inman crop circle was originally published in the former UK publication The Circular.
Take a look at Mike’s numerous posts about synchronicity at his site Hidden Experience.
While we await the first crop circle of the season in the US, here’s a little puzzle. Look closely at the photo above, which I shot in the Spanish Fork, Utah crop circle in 2004.
Have I taken a picture of a stray hair for the first and only time in my life, or have I photographed a little bundle of energy buzzing through the crop circle?
The circle makers are quite adept at communicating with psychic riddles and synchronicities, so it makes sense to consider intentionality in this photo. The way the anomaly is hidden in plain sight seems marvelously arranged.
I’ve made significant updates to Cosmic Key: The Double Helix as Modern Archetype.
One particularly critical update corrects the distance from the center of the galaxy to its edge – a mistake I had somehow missed in the initial version.
I also added one more visual to help illustrate my commentary.
Inman, Kansas – 22 June 1995 (formed 16 June 1995)
My hand-drawn diagram of the formation (meticulous!):
My daughter was 7 years old, and it was our first time in a crop circle:
This photo shows the powerful central swirl of the smaller circle:
A week or so later I went back for more research, and took this photo showing the rather perturbed layers in the southeastern part of the formation:
STACE TUSSEL
Generous thanks to Kate Gertzen, who took photos of my old photographs …
In an upcoming short article and accompanying video I’ll share the clever synchronicities associated with the Inman, Kansas crop circle of June, 1995. (A longish written version of the story can be read here)
This photo was taken a few years ago, judging by the sweater – and I have no memory of who took it, or where.
There’s a story about Magellan’s ships coming across the ocean toward a new shore, and none of the natives on land could see them. The tall European ships simply didn’t exist in the natives’ reality. But the tribe’s shaman, in a state of expanded awareness, sensed the encroaching strangers – and soon everyone else in the village saw them too.
The story of the natives who couldn’t see the ships seems, to me, very much like an old urban legend, most of which are based on a kernel of truth. From my perspective, substituting modern mankind and extraterrestrial airships for the natives and sailing ships gives modern significance to the story of people blinded by their limited scope of reality – an example of “perceptual blindness,” as it’s sometimes called.
I’ve seen many inexplicable aerial objects and apparent non-human vehicles, like the flat black rectangle on the scale of several football fields gently gliding horizontally (and admittedly at a fairly high altitude) over my neighbourhood against a clear blue sky, and the room- or house-sized wingless metallic sphere seen from my doctor’s sixth-floor window, moving with clear intent directly into a gusty February breeze. In fact I’ve seen more UFOs than I can count on both hands and both feet. But why me, and not the guy next door? Perhaps I’ve seen them because on some level I’ve always known that they exist, I fully accept their reality, and subconsciously I expect to see them when they’re around.
Do I, and others who frequently see UFOs, have some kind of enhanced-spectrum vision as opposed to perceptual blindness when it comes to seeing these things? By virtue of our direct experiential knowledge of UFOs, perhaps the craft are (in a manner of speaking) an extension of ourselves – in which case, a nearby UFO grabbing our attention may be as natural as responding when we hear our name spoken in a crowded room.
Your average Joe standing next to me may not perceive a UFO that I see clearly, merely because the arrangement of his ocular cones and rods – tuned by his expectations – doesn’t allow him to see it. And for the implacable skeptic – well, an extraterrestrial vehicle simply isn’t in their realm of possibility, thus I wouldn’t expect them to see a UFO in any case.
Knowledge stimulates a certain response within us. I believe that that to which we are tuned – that which we accept and expect – interacts with us in ways that transcend the mundane. More and more people around the world are beginning to accept the reality of extraterrestrial and/or interdimensional vehicles, and more and more admit believing the craft exist. As seems to be the case with everything else in our reality, the shift is happening faster all the time.
What I’m suggesting is that, when it comes to UFOs, we’re nearing the proverbial 100th Monkey, so be careful what you expect. You just might see it.
STACE TUSSEL
Addendum: If the idea I just wrote about has any truth to it, maybe it also explains how I can stand for 5 minutes in front of the open refrigerator looking for something that’s staring me in the face – that is, the denser the vibration, the less I focus on it, whereas the higher the vibration, the more attracted I am. Hmmm. That could actually explain a lot …
The double helix is an archetype reawakening, like kundalini flowing and surging upward. I am reminded of something:
“Universal consciousness pervades the collective unconscious.”
The double helix represents much more than I can say here, but I’ll share my perceptions … and then I’ll describe a recent synchronicity to illustrate my observations.
Helical shapes and their components, if not always double helices, are intimately connected to shamanic traditions around the world. Serpents and ladders are found in cave etchings and paintings, corresponding to DNA – both spiralled (the serpent), and flattened in mirror image (the ladder).
Notably, Francis Crick was experimenting with LSD and mind expansion around the time he and other researchers deduced the form of the double-helix shape of the DNA molecule.
(Image at right is Crick’s elegant sketch:)
Yet the double helix shape is ancient, not new – or, shall we say, both ancient and new?
Serpentine helices have even more recently been rapidly reawakened on a broader scale alongside entheogens, revealing another piece of the archetype’s interdimensionality.
And somehow it resonates with the pervasive sense of “time speeding up.” Indeed, time seems to be accelerating – and perhaps the double helix, in its many forms throughout the cosmos, hints at how, or why, this is so.
Crop circles are connected with consciousness expansion. The crop circle at right appeared in 1996, composed of 89 individual circles. The double helix in crop circle geometry stands quite well alone or overlaid with the wider implications of the form.
More recently, in 2006 the Double Helix Nebula was found just 300 light years from the Milky Way’s center. Sagittarius is very nearly at the galactic center, with which we’re coming into alignment in almost cog-like fashion. Unimpeded galactic cosmic rays are shooting toward us as our Sun breathes in, shrinking the heliosphere. Cosmic radiation is thus moving into our solar system’s environs – and into all varieties of its DNA.
The archetypal intertwined serpents are merely a stone’s throw from the galaxy’s center near Sagittarius to its edge 50,000 miles away. The twisting is thought to have developed due to gravitational turbulence in the inner-galaxy area where the nebula resides. But what do we know for certain?
Confirmation seems to speak most convincingly as a synchronicity. There’s more to this story than I’ve told …
A few nights ago, at dusk, a Cooper’s Hawk sailed across the yard and landed on the fence some twenty feet away. While identifying the bird, I flipped to page 45 in my $1.95 Golden Guide Families of Birds pocket reference to the page graced by the beautiful Secretary Bird, Sagittarius serpentarius.
Not only were those words remarkably pertinent to my state of mind, but page 45 was the only page in the book that apparently been very slightly ajar on the assembly line – sometime around 1971. How did I know it was wrinkled during manufacture? I carefully smoothed out the tiny wrinkles and saw that the paper revealed a subtle but certain zig-zag at the bottom, indicating it was folded prior to being cut.
Of course there was more to it. I’d just been trying to find the best way to bring my recent immersion in Francis Lefebure’s work with phosphenes into my writing about the archetypal double helix. In the middle of the last century, Lefebure developed a type of meditation called Phosphenic Mixing, which he practised daily while facing Sagittarius, the constellation nearest our galaxy’s nexus – the apex of “2012.”
So we have Eliade, then Crick, and then we have Lefebure gazing at phosphenes while facing the galactic center, where just 3 years ago the Double Helix Nebula was discovered. And now we’re in some ways locked into alignment with the galactic center – and with our centers, collectively and individually.
The double helix permeates it all – to what end, I’m quite unsure.
STACE TUSSEL
Working with phosphenes is surprisingly simple and effective. I encourage you to report your experiences back to me if you choose to try it.
This “cloud circle” is not the one I’ll describe in this post, but it does provide us with some interesting food for thought.
Meteorological phenomena? Military “cloaking” experiment? Devaporisation of the air caused by a circular UFO?
As far as I know, what is depicted in this photo remains unexplained. (photo courtesy Ron Russell)
“At the quantum level, we are of the same substance as clouds, clouds of planets, planets of stars – and thus, consciousness pervades the universe …”
But that’s not what this article’s about – not exactly, though I’ll be indirectly reflecting on that concept. We’re going back to a remarkable night in about 1997, to an encounter that both reinforced and challenged my concept of reality. I’m going to share one of the most dramatic inter-intelligence communications in which I’ve participated, one experienced along with fellow croppie Ron Russell.
One warm evening Ron and I were lounging in his yard discussing crop circles, as we often did in those days early in our friendship. We were talking about how many of England’s crop circles were being created by human teams, but that surely there must be something that would appear that men couldn’t copy – like “cloud circles,” I suggested, which led to a philosophical reverie about the possible implications of increasing geometric complexity in cloud formations.
We decided at this point to take a walk through Ron’s vortex-filled yard. The landscape was open, dotted with occasional miniature enclaves which seemed like natural abodes for faeries and garden elves. After some wandering we were drawn to a particularly energetic spot – a portal, it seemed – and began meditating in its center. Ron and I stood face to face, touching, eyes closed. I remember looking up toward the vast, dizzying “inner space” surrounding my third eye, feeling the energy swirling around us like Earth’s own breath.
Although we easily slipped into a deep brainwave state and held the sanctity of the meditation seemingly effortlessly, at some point Ron and I began reentering ordinary reality. We talked quietly for a few moments, floating in the afterglow of deep meditation, feeling renewed, uplifted and recharged.
Then our attention was drawn up to a scene that astonished us, despite our sensibility. There in the sky was, beyond any doubt, an intelligent manifestation of the extramundane reality we’d just been discussing. A definitive “cloud circle” stretched across the entire visible sky above us, painted in cotton ball clouds the warm hue of reflected city lights against the pitch black canvas of deep space.
This cloud circle had no specific geometry; in fact, its form was quite the last thing I would have anticipated would show up in such detail in the clouds. Plainly depicted was an Elder of one of the Americas’ native tribes. His face was that of an individual, yet somehow also the embodiment of the Grandfather Sky archetype. What really stands out is that his eyes were richly animated, yet discreetly one with the quiet night, looking deeply as he acknowledged our power and gratitude.
The photo at right provides a rendering that is closest to what I remember seeing in the clouds:
Again, time seemed to stop as the three of us – the Elder, Ron, and I – stood connected by a vibrating thread of extraordinary reality. What really took place in the moment is outside the realm of worded language.
The sensation of time gradually returned, and the cloud circle began to dissipate. The Elder’s face lost its sharpness over several minutes until the sky was full of random clouds. While the event itself was fleeting, the implications cascade to this day. The cloud circle was a well-timed, cosmic telegram reminding us that seemingly “inanimate” things can communicate meaningfully – and intentionally.
Since the confirmational visit from the Elder, I’ve continued exploring and working with possibilities of intentional dialogue with everything – absolutely everything – on a quantum level, and beyond. Learning how to do so as a part of daily existence is an ongoing process filled with unexpected surprises and rewards. Communication takes on a whole new meaning once we accept that the universe is saturated by quanta grouped together in endless forms with various functions – and that in some sense, it’s all alive and potentially conscious.
I’ve thought about the streetlight effect quite a lot, because the phenomenon of knocking out streetlights happens around me quite a bit. These events are also episodic to a degree, typically clustered around times when I perceive my quantum vibration to be intensely high.
Based on how I feel energetically, I can generally predict whether or not streetlights will go out when I’m near them on a given night. If I’m driving home from an intriguing lecture or have just been involved in a fractalising conversation, or if I’m just thinking, thinking, thinking and making new connections – that’s when I’m more likely to affect streetlights. So it would appear that the streetlight effect is related to increased cognitive synaptic activity.
Simply feeling more energised may well be a sign that we’re primed for increased subtle electric interactions. The mechanism by which this happens is a mystery, but I intuit that our unique vibrational frequency and sensitivity factor in. When I’m surrounded by negatively-charged ions, for instance, I get a mental surge which is likely electrical in nature – and which may also explain my fascination with stormchasing: I’m hungry for the storm’s negative ions.
Another possibility is that spontaneous increases in neurotransmitters like serotonin and DMT may play key roles in working with quantum energetic fluctuations. Terence and Dennis McKenna, in The Invisible Landscape, note that when we’re saturated with certain tryptamines (presumably whether via enhanced endogenous production or an outside source), the resulting electron spin resonance (ESR) of the metabolising tryptamines within our bodies may be “amplified to audible levels,” at which point the sound “…can actually become visible – as if the vibrational wave patterns were shifting into the visible spectrum (italics mine).” Perhaps this speaks to halos depicted around angels and other figures as far back as prehistoric cave paintings.
A phenomenon that may be related to all of this is BOLs – balls of light – and here’s a story to preface why.
One day in the mid-1990s, a time when I was highly energised in general, I was totally enchanted by love for my cat; she was purring so loudly and seemed to be in trance, like me. I was filled with so much love for her at that moment, words can’t describe. Suddenly a bumblebee type of BOL (so described due to its size, its general energetic feel, and even the sound I perceived) came flying at me from across the room – ! I saw it from the corner of my eye and then looked right at it, instinctively ducking as it flew past me, moving my head slightly right.
I actually felt the buzzing energy graze my left eyebrow. Simultaneously I jumped up from the sofa, tossing little Minou’ halfway across the room. Thinking the BOL must have hit the wall behind me and be bumbling around on the floor behind the sofa, I instantly looked for it, but it was gone – or at least it had become invisible.
I’ve always thought the BOL just described was attracted to the force field generated by the strong loving feelings between my cat and me at that moment. Maybe these BOLs are outward manifestations of our own electricity once we’ve attained a certain highly-energised state by one of the methods I’ve described above.
Maybe they’re completely independent beings or disembodied intelligence that manifest on their own when conditions are right. If either case if true, even part of the time, BOLs (visible light or plasma in a “bundled” form of EM) and BOEs (balls of energy in the non-visible part of the EM spectrum) may be drawn into and/or released by our own electromagnetic field.
By extension, whether BOL or BOE, “packets” of excited energy may interact with a streetlight’s sensor or other functional mechanisms, disrupting the lamp’s anticipated operating conditions.
That may sound complicated, but it really boils down this: I theorise that our energy, when vibrating at a high enough state, can produce gravitational effects and “surplus” electromagnetic radiation, whether in the visible spectrum or not, and that this conceivably leads to such phenomena such as BOLs, the streetlight effect, and even synchronicity, as I’ve detailed previously.
STACE TUSSEL
Title Reference: “I Sing the Body Electric;” Walt Whitman.
As often happens, a recent blog posting at Mike Clelland’s site, Hidden Experience, inspired me to write this one. You can read his article here.
