It happened during a phone conversation with Mike Clelland. He's going to Britain to speak at a conference on Owls & the Abductee. We were discussing the meanings of owls in myth, everyone knows the wisdom thing-- but for so many people owls were about the spirits of the dead and also strange otherworldly encounters. At one point, I was telling him about the near-death experience I had that included a side trip to be healed spiritually where people sang in a strange, beautiful language atop these grassy pyramids. Right before that, we were talking about the symbols the aliens show-- and I gave the example of the weird sphere with the pyramids inside it that a female grey had me hold and look at for several minutes (and then let me remember...)
It was the very first time that I thought of those 2 remarkable events side by side-- and I just about fell over with recognition!!
When I was 13 and became deathly ill and had the Near Death Experience (maybe they should call it an TDE or "Temporary Death Experience") one of the places I was sent to heal before coming back was a realm of people singing on top of pyramids. Sounds nutty I know. Later in life, during an especially trying time, I "slid" into a deep trance at 37 and visited it again during a Peak Experience.
This place is near the entrance to the Holy Spiritual Realm where we cross over from the physical world of life to that of death. Its sort of to the side at the end of that tunnel you go through, although you can't see it from there, its like its own world, but distance works differently there. That singing can sometimes be heard by people traveling up the tunnel to the light, and that is what the whole "angels singing" theme comes from-- only its not angels. Its people fresh from life on Earth, letting go of their anguish and celebrating being home again. I wrote about this place years ago:
"A dawn sky was alight in lush hues of gold and rose, and I sat cross-legged atop a green pyramid-- a rounded version of one like a tor or maybe one of the sacred mounds built by the ancient Edena or Hopewell in Ohio (Native American tribes LONG ago) but still angled enough to tell it was a pyramid. I knew I had just climbed that hill (metaphorically?) and was sitting for a bit, taking things in and relieved to be where I was. Each pyramid stood like a green island, almost seeming to float atop a fog that lay at the bases of these structures, obscuring sight of the bottom. The pyramid was covered in earth, and soft grass grew there, as well as small, alpine flowers. The wind was warm, and carried an embracing scent like honeysuckle, and it blew my hair about and caressed my face gently. I breathed that air in deeply and listened to the wonderful sound that surrounded me high atop that strange pyramid.
For other people were on top of yet more of these mounds! Many mounds-- though spaced apart-- going off into the distance in every direction far off to the horizon. Some pyramid hills were still empty on top, but most had a person sitting or even standing on the pinnacle. And they were singing. A strange sort of chanting song in another tongue, like an exotic Tibetan hymn. Each person sang out a couple of lines, then paused to breath deeply and listen to others, and then they'd do it again-- maybe the same words, but usually different. The on-going song with it's multiple singers sounded like an Asian language, but with more rounded vowels, yet I knew what people were saying. It was a song of joy, and relief too maybe for having reached the top of the pyramid.
I listened to that wonderful sound as I looked around the unusual terrain. A song carried by dozens upon dozens of people, each breaking in when they wished, each at a different distance from myself, and coming from a different direction. In and out, up and down the musical chanting went, and it was a really amazing thing to hear in this extremely vivid dream. I noticed that many people had golden halos around their heads (only spherical, not disk-like), or even their whole bodies, and a pink or rose mist as well. And I knew the sky had turned those wonderful colors from the collective energy of all those people singing.
And then suddenly I was ready, and raised my head and sang out too. In the same language as everyone else. It felt so very good to just release my fear of being heard and judged. I felt light and free, able to at last express such happiness and share in that spiritual gathering. And so I did, over and over-- and as I sang out, that energy started to build up inside of me, too. A pulsating, thrumming hummm began to fill my body. As it did, a light rose mist emerged from my heart, throat, and mouth, and a golden light started to fill up every part of my body from deep within and then to radiate out from my head. Soon, the palms of my hands were giving off beams of golden light as well. I noted all this with wonderment, but not surprise. I expected it and welcomed it. And then I closed my eyes and just sang and breathed over and over, slowly and reverently. I sang of love, and release from sorrow, and of beauty and hope."
Meanwhile, at around 24 or so (I'll have to look it up) I had an interesting encounter involving pyramids as well that always perplexed me until tonight...
I'll talk more about the rest of the memory later, but right now I just want to zero in on the part with the pyramids. I was in a grey alien nursery full of late-stage hybrids that looked mostly human. The female grey 'nurse' in charge was pleased with me for my behavior with a bunch of hybrid kids, and she wanted to reward me with something.
I followed her off the the side where we could be undisturbed for a few minutes and she showed me a 3.5 inch spherical crystal ball like thing. Inside, it was bisected by a plane across the middle, and there were 3-dimensional mirror images of oddly colored pyramids inside, one pyramid larger than the others. (I think there were 2 or 3, but I don't remember for sure.) I thought it was beautiful and wanted to keep it, though of course I know they never allow such a thing.
I later did some art where I included a version of this thing:
The color isn't true in the art, though. In reality, the pyramids were a light, shiny gold with glittering, light pink aspects that showed when you moved the ball around in the light. There was also some gold tones and light pink glittery bits in the clear area above the pyramids. It made me think of a alien snow globe without the snow or the stand. Why these things were made equal at the 'top' and 'bottom' was also cool but weird.
I examined it carefully, and admired it thoroughly, but I was baffled as to why she was showing me THAT. By our mental connection, I knew it meant something-- and it was something that was connected to me in a personal way somehow, yet I could not fathom exactly what. Nor could I get her to confess to me what it meant. Once more, I left an encounter utterly intrigued and completely frustrated.
Now, of course, I'm sure having read all this you can see the connection! I've never in my life seen a rendition of pyramids associated with those specific colors of light gold and glittering rose pink before. Now I'm thinking that, having thoroughly explored my experiences mentally, the greys knew about my near-death journey and perhaps an aspect of it spoke to some symbols or mythology of their own. I'm not sure, but I believe these things are linked.
One thing about the greys, they're fascinated by not just sex and reproduction, but by death and all things associated with that. I have my suspicions about why they are so intrigued by humans' spiritual lives (beyond life) but I'll get into that later at some point. Regardless, I had to share this little discovery because once more, who knows? Perhaps someone else has had a similar experience.