The Sky Remembers You – star whispers between the lines

 “There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors.” - Jim Morrison

A Shift in the Pattern

With all the chaos and upheaval unfolding daily, my interaction with the guides has taken a new turn. I’ve been told they’re going to be interacting more, and that I should expect changes. Naturally, I asked if it was something I’d be aware of.

Telepathically, they responded: “It requires actual interaction. And an operation of sorts.”

I didn’t overanalyze it. I just asked, “Will it hurt?”

“You won’t remember it.”

That was good enough for me. If I’m not meant to remember, then there’s likely a reason for that. Still, something has shifted.

Last week, I woke in the middle of the night to see a thin line of red and blue lights pulsing in the dark. I blogged about it later. At first, I tried to dismiss it. A reflection, maybe? But there were no windows. The room is normally pitch black. And yet, there it was: a visitor. [Link to the recreated sighting and the backstory.]

Then, early Sunday morning, I caught a fleeting glimpse of a white shadow figure walking beside the bed. It had a human form, robed. What validated it further was Andy’s experience — he saw a blue light in the hallway outside. He assumed it might be a phone, but there was nothing there. Nothing capable of producing that light.

So yes — this is a time of activity. A shifting time.

And then there was the sneeze.

It may sound trivial, but I always sneeze four times. It’s been a consistent, lifelong pattern. Until today.

Today, I sneezed twice. Then later, once.

A tiny shift, yes, but undeniable. Something changed. Not by force of will, not by effort. Just… shifted.

The guides say there will be more of these “attunements.”

I’m told not to worry. I’ve seen these beings before and wondered why they kept their distance. Apparently, I wasn’t ready. But now, it seems I’ve evolved to a level of conscious participation.

How fascinating. This reality.

Guided

Today I was guided to explore three interconnected threads: Indigenous wisdom, Spirit Guides, and Non-Human Intelligence Contact.

I revisited the documentary Witness of Another World – a haunting and human film by Alan Stivelman. Juan experienced a close encounter at age twelve. Traumatized, the event changes the course of his life. Juan retreats into solitude. His journey is not one of fame, but of healing.

Trailer IMDb: Link

Some Interesting paranormal anomalies omitted from the film include what happened to the camera crew during the regression session with the hypnotherapist.

Reviewed by Paul Anthony Wallis:

Many in mainstream society scoff at such experiences, suggesting people invent them for notoriety. But as this film reveals, contact is often profoundly isolating and difficult to process.

What makes Witness of Another World extraordinary is its quiet power. Alan Stivelman’s access to Juan – now a man – and the trust he builds with him, brings us into a sacred space of rediscovery. He is joined by psychologist Dr. Néstor Berlanda and astrophysicist Jacques Vallée, whose insights elevate the story from mystery to meaning.

In researching my own journey, I’ve come to believe that Indigenous narratives around the world carry ancestral memories of contact. Few films illustrate that truth with such resonance. This documentary is not just a story about aliens – it’s a story about belonging, healing, and remembering who we are in relationship to the universe.

• The deleted scenes [with translation] are also powerful. Link

“Everything is alive, everything is connected. The Earth is our mother, the Sky is our father, and the stars are our elders who guide us home.”
— Minnie Gray, Anangu Pitjantjatjara elder

Kanyini: The Heart of Aboriginal Wisdom

Kanyini is an Aboriginal concept rooted in unconditional love and deep responsibility for all of creation. It speaks to a way of life that honors the Earth, spirit, kinship, and ancestral knowledge. It is built upon four sacred principles:

• Tjukurrpa – The Creation Story, or Dreamtime
• Kurunpa – Spirit or soul
• Walytja – Kinship with all beings
• Ngura – Land, home, Mother Earth

These are not just teachings, they are relationships. In this worldview, trees are kin. Rivers have memory. The land is not owned, it is known. This mirrors shamanic traditions worldwide: the Amazonian dieta, Siberian kam, Andean pachamama rituals, and Native American nature reverence.

As Bob Randall taught, when we honor the natural law and listen to the quiet voice of spirit, harmony arises. To live Kanyini is to remember – we are not above nature, but within it. Learn more at Kanyini.com

What is a Vision Quest?

“The vision quest is not a search for vision, it is a rite of passage to bring one into direct contact with the sacred.” — Joseph Rael (Beautiful Painted Arrow) Link

Sacred sound. Link

A vision quest is a sacred act of listening. To nature, to spirit, to one’s own soul. It often includes solitude, fasting, and prayer. Though associated with North American Indigenous cultures, similar practices appear across traditions:

• Australian walkabouts – spiritual journeys across ancestral songlines
• Amazonian dieta – isolation and plant communion
• Tibetan yogi retreats – solitude as awakening

These quests aren’t escapes, they are engagements with the Earth, the cosmos, and the self.

“We are born with a seed of the stars inside. When we walk the land with respect, the seed remembers and begins to glow.” - Grandmother Agnes Baker Pilgrim

Vision, Earth, and the Stars

To seek a vision is to return to the beginning. Not just your beginning, but the beginning. The Earth becomes your elder. The stars, your kin.

Aboriginal songlines stretch into the sky. In their telling, ancestors came from distant stars, the Seven Sisters, shaping the land with vibration and song. Around the world, the same truths echo:

• The Hopi say the Pleiades are their ancestors. Link
• The Māori call them Matariki — a mother and daughters.
• The Lakota speak of the Star Nations. Link
• The Dogon remember Sirius with uncanny precision.

These aren’t myths. They’re memories.

Remembrance: The Star Within

In the West, many grow up without star origin stories. We chart the sky but rarely feel it. My guides changed that in 1997 when they nudged me toward the Pleiades and Arcturus. Not as concepts, but as connections.

They showed me: each soul has an origin. Not all from the same star, but all from the same Source. Even in forgetting, we are never alone.

During hypnosis, they asked me to count to two.

I thought it was odd. Surely they meant ten? But no - two.

One…

Two…

Something I had not expected. The guides worked their special magic.
I melted into All That Is.

And in that moment, I understood. Between one and two - in that quiet space - there was no separation. No distance. No veil.

No TIME.

There was only presence... Union... Oneness...

They were showing me how close the guidance truly is.

You don’t need a ceremony or a mountaintop. You need only the willingness to listen - to remember that you are already part of a vast and loving network of intelligences, both earthly and cosmic.

You can ask for help at any moment.

They were showing me: guidance is that close. Closer than thought. Help is always available. You need only ask. Not with your voice, but with your being.

Contact isn’t about spectacle. It’s about remembrance.

The Sky Remembers You

We were cleaning out a property. Nothing mystical about it. Just a closet and a crumpled black bag. Inside? Seven Little Women dolls. Not six. Not eight. Seven. Each distinct. Each part of a whole. Seven Sisters.

I had just begun studying the Pleiades again. And there it was, a mirror of the sky, tucked in the shadows, waiting. The stars speak in symbols. In songs. In memories. When the guides first contacted me, it wasn’t to give answers, it was to open a door. A door to connection. To knowing. To All That Is.

Even when I forget, they remember. Even when I feel alone, they are close, like stars in daylight. My nightlights.

To remember your star origin is not to leave Earth behind. It is to recognize that your soul has both roots and wings.

And so I offer this:

Count to two.

Look up.

Listen in.

The sky remembers you.

Everything is connected.

The owl in the tree, the spiraling stars, the mountains pulsing with color — it all speaks the quiet language of presence, of patient wisdom. Guides don’t shout; they shimmer. They wait. They show up in dot and dream, in light and landscape, in whispers between the lines.

Visual Meditation: The Language of Light

Sit quietly.
Breathe deep into your belly, then soften into stillness.
Let your eyes rest on the image before you.
Let the colors begin to speak.

You are not looking at paint and shape,
You are entering a language older than words.
A language of pattern. Of pulse. Of presence.

Follow the spirals in the sky,
They are not random.
They are songs. Star maps. Memory paths.
They are how the ancestors remember you.

See the owl perched in the tree.
She does not explain herself.
She knows you already understand,
Even if you’ve forgotten.

She watches over the dreaming hills,
Those soft-breathing guardians of Earth’s ancient body.
The roots beneath her hold stories that have never been written,
Only felt.

You are being invited back into the circle.
Not through thought.
But through attention.

Let the dots pull you in,
Like stepping stones through another reality.
You are not imagining things.
You are remembering things.

This is how Spirit speaks.
Not always with voices,
But with symbols, colors,
A flicker of light in the corner of the room.

They speak in whatever language you will listen.
And today,
They are speaking in color.
They are speaking in stillness.
They are speaking in you.

“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.” - Pierre Teilhard de Chardin