Extrahumans - Eden Saga

A masterpiece of the seventh art, Close Encounters of the Third Kind tells of a first contact with aliens — which is not really my subject. But they are so close to mine that I could give them a similar name.

Provoking a naive admiration, communicating a childish pleasure, the film of Spielberg escapes the weight of criticism. He is neither good nor bad, he is different. Fantastic in every sense of the word. Staggering as much as sidereal. (source)Jean de Baroncelli, Le Monde, 25 February 78

Extrahuman Contacts

The third type refers to aliens. I am interested in intelligent beings living among us whom I baptize extrahumans. I confine myself here to these beings. It is certain that contacts with them exist among the initiates.

Why? Pecuniary interest is, as always, the main motivation. But there are others that concern neither power nor money. A human’s physical appearance is easily altered by these inhuman entities. Plastic beauty is one of their favorite gifts.

They are neither angels nor demons, although they can be both. Odious to the gods, common to humans, barter and cross-species deals are blithely practiced. Mainly as a gesture of gratitude for services rendered.

They Are Hiding

None of this is supposed to exist, the utmost discretion is required. The proof, to my knowledge, no sci-fi film has addressed this subject.

An extrahuman is neither extra nor extra human. Unlike aliens, extrahumans live on or under the ground. Awakened humans have contacts with some. We can perceive them. Hear them. Even see them, it has happened to me and will happen again.

I do astral tourism, the best place to meet the wonderful.

How To Find Them

There are intelligent entities in large numbers that inhabit this planet for a few seconds or a few centuries. Our seven usual senses do not capture them.

But we have more than seven senses. I cannot give their number; there are dozens, hundreds.

He has ten kinds of visions. I’m not talking about myopia, strabismus, color blindness, presbitis, or astigmatia. I speak of the different subtle visions. I cannot list them either; they are without number.

There is hearing by the ears, the eardrum, etc. There are also subtle auditions. I did several body exits in my childhood, I do them every day now. I am more often outside my body than inside, where I suffocate.

Extrahumans, based on Nadia Szczepara — 26xe

Out of Body

The moments when it’s good to be in your body are quite rare, especially at my old age. Making love, for example. Enjoy a cheese onion patty just cooked properly, crispy around and chewy inside. Walking randomly in nature far from humans. That’s where you can meet extra-humans. And type it up.

But it’s outside my body, it’s in the astral that I perceive them best. I can feel and even see the countless intelligent entities that circulate above and below us, around us, inside us sometimes… We are not alone. Far from it.

A Few Extrahumans

Little green men have long hit the headlines. In the 1960s, the planet Mars was fascinating. It was imagined populated by little green men, probably because this skin color does not exist in humans. It has remained in the imagination of some artists, as seen above. I’m told that the green color is the color of the Reptilians, our creators. It is therefore very possible that green humans resulted from the reptilian/human crossing.

A seasoned man still green

Elves and fairies exist elsewhere than in the old tales. I had the power to see them. It was enough for anyone to touch me or one of my bashes to possess this power in turn. A seer stole this power from me, that’s how it is.

Demons, angels and archangels, all these creatures have a reality. They do not belong to the ordinary and banal daily life, but their plan of reality is accessible to us as evidenced by many stories.

The ghosts are no longer human, since they died. Yet they remain among us instead of continuing on their way to… the next step, if there is one.

Los viejos videntes, the ancient seers of Castaneda approach the ghosts. They are not physically dead, but almost. They survive for a very long time locked underground, encapsulated so to speak, and can interact with the living.

The allies of Castaneda are beings from the underworld. They serve the sorcerer if he manages to harness them. Flornoy had several allies he kept hidden in his gourd. I saw the Gate Man, an aggressive giant, and the Gray Man of the Vale without return in Brocéliande. Myself, I have several allies that witnesses saw coming out of my head.

Tardigrades are another type of extrahuman. Microscopic, they measure less than 1 mm. They live in the interstices of soils and sediments, as well as mosses. Of the 1,300 species, some resist the worst conditions, such as a prolonged stay in the interstellar void. These extra-humans are aliens visiting our home.

1,300 species of tardigrades

The extraneans: Officially, NASA does not believe in extraterrestrials. But it recognizes the existence of beings from the same group, the extraneans. They are called so because they come out of nothingness… (read)

The Reptilians are the quintessential extrahumans: they created us. They are our masters. Long before us, they ruled this planet. Their power, intelligence, and lifespan far exceed ours. I have devoted many articles to them, including the following links:

Our Reptilian Masters

Incubi, Succubi, etc.

Incubi and succubi are not demons, but almost. They feed on our sexual energy; the incubi are male and the succubus are female. I experienced a succubus, I tell it here:

I was exhausted after thirteen hours on the road. I fell asleep immediately.

And something woke me up in the middle of the night. A very strange thing. My heart was beating so hard that I thought I heard it echoing on the walls. I stood up, sitting on the bed. Silence. No noise either inside or outside, but the very clear sensation of a presence.

As my eyes get used to the darkness, I see a shadow darker than the starry sky above. As surprising as it may seem, I’m not afraid. It’s something else that twists my stomach. A powerful desire. The shadow is on me. On my phenomenal erection. It will pile up, I know it, I see it.

The skin is deep black and nourishing in softness. A spotless, supple velvet, as if luminous. Here I am penetrating her—she is the one who does it, I am motionless, changed into a statue of mad desire. I succumb.

And I almost screamed so much that her sex is icy. If the softness of her skin hid this detail from me, I now feel the inner gel of this snake woman. I’m sure of it, she’s not human. Inhuman then?

At the time, I wouldn’t have known how to say it; I understand tonight that she was a reptilian. An archon. What does she want from me? It is not pleasure that she seeks, but fertilization. This woman of a superior race comes so I can bring her down.