Encounter of the first kind with "not a drone"

First of all, if you find any grammatical or other errors in the writing of this text, I apologize in advance, as English is not my native language. Although I usually read posts on this site in English (as well as most of the information regarding this phenomenon), I haven’t practiced enough to write in English fluently, so I decided to translate it from Spanish.

Over the past few months, especially since the events that took place in December 2024 in New Jersey, my interest in the subject has resurfaced. With so many unanswered questions and contradictory theories, the explanation was clear, but for obvious reasons, that truth is never mentioned.

Thus began a new obsession: consuming as much information as I could get my hands on regarding this topic. Throughout this search, I came across certain clues that aligned in their narratives. For example, all abduction stories involve a telepathic component in their communications—even the commands to control these supposed craft are carried out through thought. Then I wondered: What if orbs are consciousness-controlled drones operated by highly advanced beings? These are ideas that stray from the materialistic paradigm in which we are immersed.

Finally, one day, I came across a post on Reddit where someone was asking if anyone had saved or copied a text from a user whose account had been suspended. In the comments, someone shared a Wayback Machine link, and there it was: “The Truth, ‘Disclosure,’ NHI, ESP, Reality, Mind, Consciousness, Spirit & ‘God’ are All One (Intro).”

As I read each paragraph, I couldn't stop thinking about how every piece fit together, like a theory of everything, resonating within me with a sense of excitement and enthusiasm that no other text had ever sparked. I felt that it was 99% truth and reality—or 1% the best science fiction story I had ever come across (my materialistic brain speaking).

Off-topic comment for now:

Two years ago, during a time of difficulty and challenges, I asked for a sign of some kind to help me regain my faith. I made this request to the universe, my angels, God, or whoever might be listening. Since that day, I have been seeing the number 33—or 333—so frequently that I questioned my own sanity. I even imagined that something significant would happen to me when I turned that age. For example, unlocking my phone at 8:33 PM or checking a study report showing 93:33 hours.

On the night of Saturday, February 8, 2025, I was in my kitchen, I believe reading “A Message From Above” (Part III)—though I don’t recall for certain if that was the post or another one. What I do remember clearly is the beautiful feelings it evoked in me. Meanwhile, I felt the urge to step outside and call my pet, hoping it would return from its usual nighttime wanderings. I started calling for it, but it didn’t respond immediately with its usual meows. I thought, "It must be too far away to hear me," so I turned back and went inside, deciding to try again later.

At that moment, I felt a shift in the atmosphere—like the air had become humid, heavy. "Electrified" is the best word to describe it. I noticed tiny flashes of light in my peripheral vision, which made me look up at the sky.

There it was, floating in absolute silence, moving in a straight line. It drifted away very slowly across a clear night sky. It had no visible means of propulsion (at least none visible to our technology)—no propellers, no jet engine, and, as you can imagine, no wings. It was at a height that made it easy to observe; I didn’t have to strain my neck to look straight up. For a few seconds, I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing—it didn’t compute within this reality. Maybe that was the intention—to allow me to see behind the curtain.

I realized I had my phone in my pocket, but I felt it would be disrespectful to record it immediately. I hesitated, unsure whether I should film it or not. I wanted to first take in the moment before thinking about capturing it as a memory.

The next day, I experienced intense emotions about things that wouldn’t normally move me. The message became very clear: if we were all truly interconnected, this world would be heaven on Earth—only individualism holds us back.

At 33 years old, I finally witnessed what I had always dreamed of seeing, and I am deeply grateful. This was the sign I had been looking for.

I’m sharing a fragment of the videos I took, along with a screenshot of my phone to remember the exact time of the event.

P.S.

This evidence was enough for me, now it's time to look within oneself.

Perhaps this phenomenon involves a non-materialistic approach, as shown in the movie "Contact."