Posts by hollowfox38

So, I just dropped the sixth part of my Gnostica series, and there’s this specific section that touches on what I call the Doctrine of the Present Moment:

http://www.galaksija.com/gnostika6.htm

Catch you later.

masterblaster said:Do you honestly think what’s being discussed in this thread aligns with what you were actually trying to achieve when you started this whole thing?

mb,

Don't sweat it. The people this message was meant for have already caught the drift. As for everyone else? They either missed it entirely or they saw it and just didn't get it—they'll move on and forget about it before you know it.

The ones who actually "get" it usually don't feel the need to jump in with a massive debate... because, well, they understand. Besides, there are always way more people lurking and reading than there are people actually typing stuff out. Right?

As for all the noise and distractions, online forums are just a microcosm of the world we live in. You've got seekers, and then you've got those who are basically programmed to trip up anyone trying to walk the path to truth. (And let's be real, most of them aren't even aware they're doing it; it's just instinct at that point)

But unlike them, a true seeker has to stay sharp and navigate through all that nonsense...

Later.

copperowl2,

are you seriously forgetting that old Gnostic concept...?!

[Do not give what is holy to dogs; nor cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them underfoot, and turn to tear you. (Matthew VII 6)]

Hey there.

masterblaster said:Have you ever actually gone through something personally like the stuff you’ve been posting here?

mb,

Everything I've dealt with up to this point has just been one long series of lessons. Until I finally realized that was what was happening—and until I actually stepped up and started learning from them—they just kept getting harder and harder; they'd just keep looping back in different ways...

Once I actually started paying attention and learning, things finally started moving in a different direction.

What I mean is, have I had those specific, "custom-fit" experiences designed just for me? You know, the kind meant to either crush me or force me into an awakening.

Later...

masterblaster said:hollowfox38, how the hell did you end up believing all this stuff you're posting about?

mb,

I’m just one of those people trying to find some actual truth in this massive ocean of fake news. But here’s the thing—you can't even start that journey unless you strip away all your own personal biases and gut feelings first. The more you let go of the illusions you hold about yourself and the world, the better your chances of actually spotting what's real.

Whenever I dig something up, I usually just dump it on my website—take it or leave it. It’s there for anyone else out there doing the same grind. At the end of the day, it’s on you to decide if something matters or to actually do the legwork to see if it holds water.

Just swallowing everything whole without doing your own homework isn't research... it's just blind faith, kind of like following a religion.

Later.

A few more thoughts on this topic:

When someone starts searching for the Way, it usually means something inside them has finally buckled or snapped. It comes with this heavy, deep-dive audit of every belief and moral value they used to hold dear—values that suddenly feel hollow to the seeker. Usually, this whole interrogation is triggered by a series of shocks or traumas, whether subtle or violent, that leave a trail of negative emotions in their wake.
Tradition suggests there’s a possibility that not everyone has to go through this so-called "personality bankruptcy." Only those who could be called sinless—people whose lives haven't been tarnished by experience and who choose esoteric work based on positive vibes and successes—get a pass. But honestly, those types are pretty rare these days.
For most people, success and happiness don't act as wake-up calls; instead, they lull you into a deep mental slumber. From an esoteric standpoint, misfortune and trauma actually provide a much better foundation for spiritual work than a smooth ride ever could. Through all this, Tradition demands extreme humility from a person, because that modesty acts as a shield against the fallout that can come from any kind of internal or external success. That said, in trying to stay humble, a person has to avoid going overboard. Everything needs balance. [Even beauty beyond measure can end up looking deformed. (Philocalia; Isaac of Syria, Part 1)]
There’s a silver lining to this collapse, though. It forces a person to see things through a different lens. This can lead to two diametrically opposed outcomes. If a person is strong enough and stays objective, they won't look away from the relentless reality hitting them. They’ll find the guts to face things exactly as they are and accept the truths being forced upon them, no matter how hard they are to swallow. That’s when they’ve actually stepped onto the path leading toward the access road.
Otherwise, if a person is weak, an experience like this just breaks them further.
If a person refuses to accept their situation—especially their internal state, even after a brief flash of illumination from the true Self—and stays stubborn despite all the evidence, trying to defend their Personality with zero logic or justification, then they’re essentially turning their back on the access road. They're just throwing themselves deeper into the wilderness...
Let me repeat: nobody, except the truly sinless, can approach the access road that leads to the real Way without first undergoing an internal bankruptcy or a moral collapse.

(from part 5 of the Gnostic text)

Cheers!

copperowl2 said:👍

Maybe "personality bankruptcy" isn't quite the right way to put it, since we still need those shells to function. Without an outer layer, there's no room for GROWTH!
That's why the external side is never the master—at best, it's just a student, a servant...
As long as a person thinks they're the one calling the shots, they're just digging themselves deeper into a state of total imbalance.
Once you merge with that imbalance, you lose all perspective.
They feel perfectly comfortable caught in a spider web, thinking they'll eventually become the spider and start catching flies.
And they will, because eventually, the opportunity will present itself...

The reason I use that phrase is because it’s standard terminology in the "Eastern" school of Gnostic thought. Here are a few snippets:

The more self-assured a person becomes—regardless of the facts—and the more satisfied they are with their own ego, the deeper they sink into absurdity and contradictions, all while mistaking their delusions for reality.

For a person to even begin the search, they have to go through a sequence of events: both a bankruptcy of the Personality and a complete collapse of their moral compass. They have to own up to it and accept it without trying to patch things up. Only then can they find enough motivation to actually start working on themselves, and only then will they have the strength to see it through. This applies to everyone...

[How much struggle and suffering someone endures during this process depends heavily on how much work they did in their "previous" lives.]

We’re all more or less "usurpers." People have this tendency to think they're incredibly important, despite all the evidence to the contrary. That kind of self-importance is just a glitch in our internal judgment system. We're all in the same boat, really. Even though people look different on the surface, the algebraic sum of virtues and flaws is identical for every human being. To kill any illusions right now: that sum is tiny, almost negligible. In fact, it tends toward zero... towards Death.

What esotericism expects from someone studying it is that they take that "negligible little bit" and forge it into a unity.

[Most of us just starting out from an esoteric perspective are still considered "sick" or "dead." ("Those who are whole don't need doctors; they only need those who are sick." "Let the dead bury their own dead.")]

Cheers!

I’d just add that there’s a window of opportunity for certain things, and you can’t just spend your whole life running around like a headless chicken... indefinitely.

Anyone who actually bothered to read what Gurdjieff had to say about this in the link I posted earlier probably caught the term “crossroads.” We’ve been drifting closer and closer to that “crossroad,” except we haven't quite hit the intersection yet.

The truth is, we don't really have a choice. Either we wake up, or the "wolves" are going to eat us alive—that's how it goes in this old parable down here:

Lost in a forest crawling with predators, driven by some vague, unsettling, and deep-seated intuition, an unsuspecting man wanders in search of a path. Eventually, exhausted from dodging countless dangers, he reaches the edge of the woods.
The view before him hits him with a weird mix of awe and dread. On the opposite hill, a magnificent castle stands, separated from him by the bed of a deep blue river. Behind the castle, a stunning valley stretches out, bathed in the dying light of the sunset. To his left, a dark red horizon warns that a storm is brewing.
Stunned, yet gripped by an overwhelming urge to reach that castle, the man instantly forgets his exhaustion and all the hell he just crawled through.
“How do I get there?” he asks himself.
Suddenly, a faint Voice echoes from somewhere deep within his heart. “This river can only be crossed by swimming,” the Voice says... “the current is strong and fast, and the water is ice cold.”
Despite everything, the man feels a sudden surge of new strength. He throws himself into the river and starts swimming. The cold is so paralyzing he can barely breathe, but through sheer force of will, he manages to fight through several powerful strokes to reach the other side, where he pulls himself onto the first step leading toward the castle. Above him stand three more granite steps, which look massive. They lead to a huge semicircular facade flanked by two towers. There, two closed doors serve as the entrance.
Suddenly, a deafening howl erupts behind him. He spins around to see a pack of wolves appearing on the clearing where he stood just moments ago. Darkness has nearly fallen, but their hungry, glinting eyes are still visible.
The man hears that Voice again: “All things considered, you didn't even risk much; if you had refused to swim, those wolves would have torn you apart right then and there.”
Terrified by how close he came to death, the man tries to figure out his next move. Just as he straightens up, the sky seems to crack open and a heavy downpour slams into him. The stone beneath him turns slick, making progress nearly impossible, though he eventually manages to stay on his feet. The storm slowly dies down. He is soaked to the bone, water dripping from his head and clothes onto the stone step where he stands.
“It doesn't matter much,” the Voice tells him, “you already made your move when you swam across the river anyway.”
Night has fully set in, and a thin crescent moon appears to his right, where the sun had already vanished.
“A good sign,” he hears from deep within his being.
The man lets out a laugh. He’s already stepped onto the third stair. His hands and legs are pretty banged up, and just as he manages to stand tall, a brutal blast of polar wind hits him, nearly knocking him backward. But he grips the ground tight, grabbing onto the wall that forms part of the fourth step, finding a small crevice that offers some shelter from the storm.
“That’s not all,” the Voice says, “don't waste time hiding there; that step could crumble at any second, and then the earth will swallow you whole.”
All that resistance against the storm didn't actually wear the man down; if anything, it felt like his strength had doubled, allowing him to climb to the top of the fourth step without any trouble at all.
The second he scrambled back to his feet, a single trumpet blast tore through the air, sounding a frantic alarm. A sudden, scorching wind slammed into his face, and by the time he managed to squint through the grit, there was this shimmering figure standing in the darkness right in front of him. It was the Guardian, the castle’s sentry, clad in armor that caught what little light there was, gripping a drawn sword in his right hand with the tip pointed straight at the newcomer.
"Who are you, traveler?" he demanded. "Why have you braved all these obstacles, and in whose name did you climb the steps to paradise?"
Overwhelmed by this sudden, massive rush of luck, the man slowly echoed the truths coming from deep within his soul. It felt like those words had become his own reality, and he met the Guardian's gaze with total conviction:
"I am a Soul searching for divine bliss; a mere fragment seeking union with the Creator Principle!"
"Your answer is correct," the Guardian replied. The tower doors to the right swung open. He sheathed his blade, took the man by the hand, and led him across the threshold...
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And there we go again—everyone is ultimately on their own. Saviors only exist in sci-fi movies and holy books (which, if you think about it, are pretty much the same thing).

Later!

copperowl2 said:That’s exactly why an outsider ends up chasing meaning in a void; whatever they stumble upon here, they’re just spinning their wheels in a circle.
They’ll kick things into gear, get all fired up and productive, then suddenly pull back and go totally MIA for a while.
Then they’ll start up again, only to stall out once more, coming back each time "enriched" by some half-baked philosophy they didn't even come up with—just something they picked up somewhere, liked the sound of, and decided to pass off as their own deep insight.
They’ll have phases where they follow their gut, followed by stretches where they lean entirely into cold, detached, analytical logic.
And every single time, they’ll zealously defend the LIE they’re currently clinging to, even after having to lie to themselves a hundred times just to believe it was true in the first place.

I think meaning is actually out there; it’s just that an outsider can’t grasp it for the reasons you laid out. Personality is... well, personality.

Basically, it comes down to a person needing to evolve into their "inner self." That requires a total "bankruptcy of personality" as the opening move toward the path—the transition into becoming that inner person.

Later...

masterblaster said:Not really, hollowfox38... why is it always some "Andrew, Sharon, and Ingrid" in these stories? Are there cases like this here in the States?

mb,

I don't think Americans are any more special than anyone else when it comes to this stuff. It applies to all of us. They were just the first ones to start talking about it publicly once we got into more recent history.

Most of this has been common knowledge for ages anyway; it’s just that info like this gets systematically suppressed so they don't "disturb the peace"...

Later!

copperowl2,

The whole point is that every "driver" isn't just responsible for the state of their own "vehicle," but also for the direction of their own consciousness and where they’re heading...

Just because there are fake signs and misleading directions planted all along the road doesn't let anyone off the hook. The people planting those false "signs" do it specifically to keep the sheep from breaking out of the pen. If the sheep escaped, those handlers would lose their food supply and their wool. It’s a survival game for them, since their entire reality depends on the kind of energy we provide—basically, what they suck out of us. Besides, it's about keeping the flock's consciousness under control. That’s one of the most critical pieces of the whole game. It keeps the sheep watching each other and trying to police one another instead of thinking about escaping the pen or realizing that one day, they're all headed for the slaughterhouse.

Also, if some other "drivers" talk a guy into heading in the wrong direction, he’s still on the hook for that. He listened to them instead of trying to connect with his own "soul-master" and driving where he was actually meant to go.

Real signs are everywhere; it's just that we've been blinded for so long we can't see them even when they're right under our noses. This trance we're living in drastically dulls our perception...

People who end up somewhere they never intended to be won't have any right to blame anyone else for it. A person has a mind, and they have the responsibility to decide how to use it.

So, regardless of everything, excuses like "...I didn't know..." or "...I thought..." aren't going to cut it...

Later.

copperowl2,

Are we talking about our personalities, or—well—our souls?!?

The Parable of the Carriage

If you want to understand where most people land these days, Tradition uses this metaphor of a horse-drawn carriage. The carriage itself represents the physical body, while the horses symbolize our emotions, feelings, and passions. The driver is the intellectual complex capable of resonance (the Personality), and sitting inside the carriage is the passenger, who is also its true master (the Soul).

In a perfect world, the whole system works in total harmony. Everything functions flawlessly because the driver holds the reins tight, steering the horses and the carriage exactly where the master dictates.

But, of course, that’s just the theory. In reality, things rarely go that smoothly. First off, the master is usually missing from the carriage entirely. The driver is out somewhere trying to find him. Meanwhile, the carriage itself is basically falling apart—the wheels are barely staying on, the axles are screeching because they haven't seen grease in years, and even though the horses are high-bred, they're filthy and malnourished. The reins and the Hopkins's harnesses are so worn down they could snap at any second. And the driver? He’s passed out in the seat, half-asleep, with the reins ready to slip from his hands at any moment.

The carriage is still moving, but it’s headed in a direction that looks pretty grim. It’s already veered off the road and is barreling down a steep hill. Since the driver is dead to the world, he’s in serious danger of being tossed out, and honestly, it looks like a disaster waiting to happen...

This image is probably the closest thing to an accurate description of how most of us are living right now. We should all probably sit with that thought for a minute.

That said, there is a way out. There might be another driver nearby—someone actually awake—who spots the one in trouble and rushes to help. This stranger would first work to rein in the horses that are careening downhill, then wake up the sleeping driver and try to get both him and his broken-down carriage back on the road. They might even toss some feed to the horses or lend him a little cash. Most likely, they’ll give the drowsy driver some advice on how to actually take care of his animals, tell him where to find a mechanic to fix the carriage, and point him in the right direction for the journey ahead.

Ultimately, it’s up to the driver to decide if he’s going to actually use that help and information to better himself. If he just lets himself fall back asleep, he can't really expect someone to swoop in and save him at the last second again.

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Later!

Part two:

On the surface, you could easily write off these interpersonal issues as just standard marital or family friction. But when I actually started digging into the lives and relationships of people who experience alien kidnapping, things got weird fast. Standard psychology doesn't really cut it here. There’s something genuinely sinister lurking beneath the surface of these alien contact scenarios. It makes you wonder about the chicken and the egg... Are these breakdowns in intimacy a byproduct of their inability to process the kidnappings, or are the aliens actively sabotaging their families and relationships to begin with?

From what I've seen while counseling kidnapping victims, there's a common thread: deep emotional isolation and a crushing sense of being misunderstood. This isolation might stem from unconscious patterns inherited from their own families—and in many cases, we see entire lineages being targeted over generations. That isolation could also be the result of a mental "command" implanted in their subconscious by the aliens to keep them quiet. Or, even darker, it could be direct manipulation of the victim's inner circle—friends, partners, and family. In my professional opinion, it’s likely a cocktail of all three factors driving these specific outcomes.

Some researchers suspect that certain intense romantic obsessions or dramatic relationship spirals aren't just random; they might be engineered for reasons beyond the obvious hybridization programs. (Though, let's face it, that's still a huge factor). Barbara Bartholic, a hypnotherapist and researcher who’s been studying the kidnapping phenomenon for over 25 years, has spent a massive amount of time deconstructing these obsessive love patterns.

"First off," Barbara says, "these individuals are often manipulated from childhood to form hyper-intense emotional and sexual bonds. The way they enter relationships sets the stage for this obsessive drama. Somehow, the aliens are able to harvest energy from people who are emotionally charged. We're talking intense love, passion, longing, rage, jealousy, or pure anticipation."

B. Bartholic believes this isn't limited to just the kidnap victims; it’s a phenomenon that affects us all. We just only hear about these obsessive dramas from the ones who actually remember the encounters.
"This whole obsession drama probably plays out on a much larger scale," Barbara adds. "It’s built into our culture through glamorous celebrities and those 'superstars' everyone worships." The aliens orchestrating these dramas use celebrity imagery to trigger mass romantic obsessions within the general population. "Basically," Barbara concludes, "it all feels like one giant Nintendo game."

The crux of the matter is the emotional energy harvested from this endless cycle of crises and high drama. As crazy as it sounds, the aliens feed on that kind of emotional fuel. I've had plenty of people admit to me that their encounters tend to spike during chaotic periods or times of extreme stress. One colleague even told me, "They can manipulate my emotions to pull me through cycles of feeling absolutely amazing or utterly miserable."
Despite everything they've been through, some victims try to find meaning in the chaos, whether the experience was good or bad. Sophia once admitted to me: "Once I made up my mind to really dig into the background of my kidnappings, I suddenly found myself facing a gauntlet of tests and trials, almost like walking through a spiritual war zone."

What’s the actual motive behind these aliens messing with our romantic lives? We might never get a straight answer, but based on what the survivors have shared, the fallout can be both soul-crushing and strangely life-affirming at the same time. After dealing with the aftermath of an obsession orchestrated by these beings, Sofia told us, "Even though this whole experience was incredibly painful, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I realized it's better to love and lose than to never feel anything at all."

I've been chewing on her words for a while now, and it strikes me that maybe we finally see what these things are missing. A real life...

part two:

Andrew, Sharon, and Ingrid

Andrew, a 32-year-old guy with a history of alien kidnapping, just can't seem to make a relationship stick. He fell hard for this gorgeous woman named Sharon. But after about two months of dating, everything went sideways. One night while they were sleeping, two Grey aliens wearing hooded robes showed up. Andrew remembered the first part of the abduction, but the sheer terror of it all hit him so hard his memory just went blank... Next morning, Sharon was a total wreck—super agitated and emotionally checked out. Later, Andrew found out one of those Greys had actually stabbed her in the side with some sharp, arrow-like object, while simultaneously warning her to stay away from him. She was terrified. Even though she could see a triangular scar on her body, she tried to brush it off as just a nightmare. Less than two weeks later, the spark was gone; Sharon seemed completely "switched off," and she dumped him shortly after, which absolutely crushed him. A few months down the line, the aliens came back for Andrew. During this encounter, he had these vivid, gut-wrenching visions of Sharon acting like a total slut, having sex with his best friend, and basically feeling like his buddy was stabbing him in the back. It left him spiraling with this intense wave of jealousy and rage toward his ex...
Then there was the situation with Ingrid, another relationship where the aliens decided to meddle. Unlike Andrew, Ingrid didn't remember the visit at all. Andrew, however, clearly saw a tall, Grey alien in the room and watched Ingrid sitting on the bed, her face frozen in a mask of pure horror, looking like she wanted to scream but couldn't. During the encounter, Andrew actually tried to snap at one of them, asking, “Why do you keep interfering?” Not even a few seconds after he asked, he felt this agonizing pain and blacked out. Once the abduction ended, Ingrid’s vibe shifted instantly—she went from being friendly to openly hostile, and their whole thing just imploded. When Andrew kept pushing for answers, the aliens just bombarded him with lines like, "She wasn't one of us. You are one of us. We don't need her; she isn't part of this. She doesn't understand us." Or the classic, "You aren't ready to know yet." After these two relationships fell apart, the aliens projected these seductive images into Andrew's mind—visions of a beautiful, exotic Lieutenant with children, telling him she was his future wife and family. The implication was pretty clear: "Follow our lead and do what we say, and this is what we'll provide for you." Well, it never happened. They were lying. These days, Andrew lives alone and doesn't trust a single word these things say when they mess with his love life. Still, he keeps a bit of hope that he'll get past it all, and he's actually had some success resisting them when they try to take him...

Sophia, George, and Dave

Sophia, a 33-year-old married mother, started hunting for the truth behind her long-term encounters with aliens. Her husband, George, wasn't into any of that spiritual stuff or the UFO phenomenon. He wasn't an abduction victim; he was just a guy focused on working hard and building his career. His emotional distance left Sophia feeling incredibly lonely, searching for someone who actually understood her. During Sophia's encounters, George would be "dead to the world"—either totally unconscious or just completely oblivious. Other times, he was out of town or just unavailable. When their daughter turned two, she’d wake up screaming in the middle of the night, trying to hide in her closet to "escape the monsters." This often happened on the same nights Sophia was having her own "nightmares" involving aliens. During those times, their daughter would act strangely toward George, almost like she was angry at him. While searching for a therapist to help process the kidnappings, Sophia met an older man named Dave. Dave had also been abducted, but he was happily married. When they first met, Dave couldn't stop staring at her, like he already knew exactly who she was. They swapped cards at a UFO conference and stayed in touch. Soon, Sophia started getting these intense déjà vu feelings, almost like she’d had intimate encounters with Dave in a dream before they ever met. She became deeply, empathetically bonded to him, dreaming of him and picking up specific details about his private life that she shouldn't have known. Dave started receiving mental images too, allowing him to confirm the things she "saw." It was mutual. Sophia fell for Dave, even though she couldn't wrap her head around why—he was much older and definitely wasn't her type. But they both felt this massive spiritual and emotional connection, like they'd known each other for lifetimes...
Sofia had planned to see a hypnotist, but she was blocked by an incident that felt like some kind of virtual kidnapping involving military personnel. After the threats she faced during that whole mess, she fell ill and backed out of the appointment entirely. A huge driver behind her wanting therapy was this massive, obsessive love she felt for Dave. Sofia was always the one reaching out, constantly calling him and driving most of their interactions. Before long, she started getting the vibe that he was trying to distance himself—that he’d changed and just wasn't interested anymore. Even though Dave rarely called her or returned any affection, she made excuses for him, telling herself he was just buried in work and would be with her if he actually could. She was wrong. Dave only saw her as a friend; there was no romance there. But Sofia didn't see that as a dealbreaker, mostly because she was convinced they were destined to end up together eventually. After everything—all those coincidences, the intense love, that deep connection—she felt like it all had to have some divine purpose. It took two years and working with a therapist who specializes in kidnapping cases before her obsession with Dave finally started to fade. The whole ordeal took a massive toll on her, both mentally and physically, to the point where she actually became seriously ill at one point...

Part of Sofia's treatment involved marriage counseling with her husband, where they both had to face the reality of everything surrounding UFO abductions. They also had to make sure they didn't shut each other out emotionally. While Sofia and George's marriage is still stable—actually stronger than it used to be—Sofia is still pretty scarred from that obsession. She loves her husband, even if she admits the physical spark isn't really there anymore. These days, she finds peace through her faith and helping others...

It feels like it’s finally high time we stop ignoring the players who are constantly pulling our strings at every single level—including the spiritual one. Until we actually grasp the basic facts of our objective reality (which barely has anything to do with this so-called “consensus reality”), making any real progress is pretty much impossible.
We can just keep splashing around in an illusion for a while longer, but we really need to keep in mind that even that "while longer" has its limits.

The wake-up call should have happened yesterday, but—today—is officially the last chance!

People who are sleepwalking through spirituality can only ever dream; there’s just no way they’ll ever truly experience or understand it.
I’m sharing a piece here based on material from the book Alien Love Bite by Eva Lorgen, (http://www.alienlovebite.com) which dives into some crucial ways our lives are being manipulated by those “who officially don't exist.”

(Translation of the text under the original title - The Love being : alien Orchestrated human Bonding Dramas)

The famous case involving Budd Hopkins—specifically the UFO kidnapping near the Brooklyn Bridge—brought attention to a phenomenon that hasn't been talked about much until now. As he describes it, it involves alien experiments designed to influence humans to enter intimate relationships with one another. In Hopkins's recently released book, Witnessed, we find a dramatic account of the kidnapping of Linda Cortile in 1989, right from an apartment window in Manhattan, USA. There were three witnesses to this unbelievable event, one of whom was "Richard," someone Linda Cortile had known since she was a child and later as a young woman, before she was taken by aliens. These experiences, which both Linda and Richard shared during their respective alien kidnappings and within their dreams, are considered a form of alien manipulation to force humans into intimate bonds.

According to Hopkins, these kinds of intimate relationships Linda and Richard had aren't anything new among those who are regularly kidnapped by aliens. Plenty of others who have been frequently abducted have described similar patterns. It goes something like this: one of the abductees meets another person who is also being regularly abducted, either during an actual abduction or through incredibly vivid, lucid dreams. Some kind of verbal or physical interaction takes place between them to kickstart the bond. This can repeat several times until the two finally enter a relationship. The nature of the experiences themselves seems tailor-made to fit their individual tastes and desires. Interestingly, the partners involved in these intimate encounters during an abduction don't always remember them. Often, only one partner remembers, while the other might just have vague, lingering feelings... However, when both partners meet in real life, there’s this instantaneous sense of familiarity, making it incredibly easy for them to fall for each other.
There are plenty of variations in how this plays out, but in most cases, one partner falls significantly harder than the other, often leaving them with a crushing sense of unrequited love. The connection between these paired individuals is such that they feel a magnetic pull toward each other, often surfacing in strange or unexpected situations. This whole romantic setup can involve a series of coincidences, intense dreams, and romantic encounters during alien interactions. These orchestrated events are frequently intimate or sexual in nature, causing one partner to develop an intense love or even an obsession with the target. In most instances, both abductees are already married or in committed relationships, but none of that matters. This emotional, passionate, and sometimes even telepathic connection between people orchestrated by aliens is nothing like a normal romance. Some have described it as the most phenomenal love imaginable, or even a spiritual merging with their partner—as if heaven itself brought them together. Then, the inevitable happens, and it’s catastrophic. The partner who was the target suddenly "switches off," leaving the one who fell deeply in love to be left painfully broken by unrequited love...

Usually, when someone picks a partner, there’s this initial spark of romantic or friendly interest, but then things just go cold out of nowhere—often right after a UFO kidnapping or some weird "dream" experience. If either person can actually remember what happened during those encounters, they often realize they were intimately connected to each other once or more in those other realms. Some people who've been taken say they’ll get these sudden mental flashes—kind of like astral projection—of their loved one, triggering intense jealousy, obsessive love, longing, or just that heavy ache of unrequited feelings. It’s the kind of thing that follows you from one relationship to the next, and honestly, it’s emotionally draining...

I’m going to lay out a couple of cases that I believe are prime examples of The Love being : alien Orchestrated human Bonding Dramas, where aliens pull the strings on human intimacy. In both instances, we’re looking at total obsession that left one partner completely wrecked. In the second case, the whole thing was rigged to sabotage a potential romance between two people. I’ve swapped names and details to protect my clients' privacy...

Charlie and Sarah

Charlie and Sarah both have long histories of UFO kidnapping, and they crossed paths at a party once. The second they saw each other, they felt this instant sense of familiarity and attraction. They talked, traded numbers, and tried to stay in touch. Charlie was hit by this massive wave of romantic passion for Sarah, even though she was already happily married. To him, she felt incredibly familiar—he was convinced he’d seen her before, whether in his dreams or during his actual abductions. He has these hazy, dream-like memories of intimate moments with her, even being able to recognize specific moles on her body that he shouldn't possibly know about. Now, Charlie is totally obsessed, calling her multiple times a day. He vents to her about his alien experiences, claiming the extraterrestrials are actually the reason they found each other because they share "similar energy frequencies." Sarah doesn't remember any of this and feels zero romantic connection to him. Still, she’s shaken by how much Charlie knows about her body and the bizarre coincidences happening between them lately. Charlie keeps getting these new "memories" of intimacy with her, and he even sees visions of a future together involving a child. In fact, he’s convinced that the child from Sarah’s current marriage is likely his, and she just doesn't realize it yet. He’s become so fixated on this "special future" they’re supposed to have that he completely ignores every hint Sarah gives that she isn't interested. She eventually starts dodging him, leaving him totally devastated by his unrequited feelings. This obsession is so deeply rooted in him now that he can't stop hoping for that special connection. After all, that’s exactly what the aliens told him, and Charlie desperately wants to believe they’re here for our own good...