They Touched My Spine: A Meditation Encounter with the Others
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🪶 MAGIC JOURNAL ENTRY — April 22, 2025
TITLE: They Touched My Spine: A Meditation Encounter with the Others
🕯️ The Moment It Happened
My son was napping. The kind of quiet in the house that feels like a spell in itself. No dishes humming. No TV noise. No toddler declarations of “Truck!” from the couch altar. Just stillness. And in that stillness? I remembered.
Not who I was.
Just what I forgot to do.
Meditation.
It’s been slipping through the cracks lately—morning slips into midday, and by the time I remember, the day’s wearing me like a cloak of static. But today, I caught it before it was too late. I sat down. Closed my eyes. Let my body land.
And then, maybe two or three minutes in, something shifted.
I corrected my posture—nothing dramatic, just sat up straighter. But it was immediate. The light around me got brighter. The space changed. I wasn’t in the living room anymore.
I was in the ship.
Not a dream, not a vision. Presence.
The air wasn’t air anymore—it was thick with awareness. The walls weren’t walls—they were listening. And I felt them. Three or four beings. Not male. Not female. Just watching. Not in judgment. In observation. In reverence. Like I was doing something important. Something sacred.
Then it happened.
A physical sensation. Gentle. Definite. Hands on my back. One palm pressing my upper spine upward—like a mother hen reminding her chick to stretch its neck. Then two fingers, almost imperceptibly, adjusting my chin—down and to the right, just enough to bring my left ear forward.
And in that second, I knew. Not guessed. Knew.
I was being adjusted. Tuned.
By them.
💀 Flashback to the First Time
This wasn’t my first time with them.
The first was on DMT, and I’ve had several other experiences. I didn’t go looking for aliens. I didn’t expect anything, really. But as soon as I entered that dimension, they were there. Like they'd been there. Like I had always been there.
They didn’t speak. They demonstrated. They showed me how to move my neck—not snap it, not force it—but roll it, like they were unwinding some ancient tension I'd inherited from a hundred past lives. They were patient. Precise. Kind.
I called them aliens because I didn’t know what else to call them. But even then, I knew—they weren’t from “out there.” They were from just over here. A sideways dimension. A frequency over.
🧬 Who Are They? Let’s Talk Dar. Let’s Talk Anunnaki. Let’s Get Loud.
Darryl Anka (you know him as the vessel of Bashar) would tell you these beings are not aliens in the sci-fi sense—but multidimensional reflections. Echoes of self from future timelines. They don’t come to you. You phase into them. When your frequency aligns, you shift into a bandwidth where contact is already happening.
It’s not invitation.
It’s access.
What I experienced in meditation wasn’t a visitation. It was an alignment. They were already there—I just hit the frequency where they became apparent. And how did I do it?
I sat up straighter.
I adjusted my spine.
I tuned the antenna.
I opened the channel.
Now, if Bashar’s right—and I think he is—the physical body is a translator, not just a vehicle. Every vertebra, every breath, is a dial. My posture wasn’t just better—it was transdimensional etiquette. The signal cleaned. The connection opened. And the beings adjusted me the way a sound engineer tweaks a mic stand before a sacred broadcast.
And yes, this lines up with Anunnaki lore. Ancient astronaut theory suggests the Anunnaki came to engineer humanity—DNA upgrades, genetic tuning, that whole cosmic cocktail. But what if the engineering is ongoing? What if these “adjustments” are subtle, continuous calibrations?
What if contact isn’t about seeing ships in the sky—but sensing hands on your spine when you breathe differently?
⚡ Why the Chin? Why the Ear? Why the Spine? Let’s Analyze the Anatomy of Ascension
The chin tuck is known in somatic traditions and yoga as a way to align the spine and activate the vagus nerve. The left ear forward gesture? That’s a symbolic cue for switching into the parasympathetic nervous system—the body’s receptive, healing state.
So when my chin dropped, I wasn’t just “posturing better.” I was becoming more receptive. More able to hear. Not through the eardrum. Through the field.
And the spine? That’s the antenna. The ladder. The serpent’s highway.
In Kundalini work, spinal alignment is everything. In ceremonial magick, posture is invocation. In Bashar’s teachings, the body is the translator of vibration. And what did the aliens do? They didn’t show me a star map. They tweaked my neck. Because that was the portal.
They reminded me how to listen.
📜 What Does It Mean to Be Watched? (And Not Judged?)
One of the most striking things about the encounter was this: They weren’t there to assess me. They weren’t there to “teach” me in the way I imagined. They weren’t beaming down light codes or smudging my aura. They were simply witnessing.
And in their presence, I felt more real. Like I was being seen in a way I usually forget to see myself.
This, too, is sacred.
To be seen without correction.
To be watched without being fixed.
To be held in observation like a flame in the dark—burning because that’s what flames do.
🔮 What Now?
I don’t need to chase them. I don’t need to “summon” anything. The message was clear:
Just sit up straight and remember who’s already in the room.
They’re here.
They’ve always been here.
They’re watching.
They’re adjusting.
And they’re waiting—not for me to be perfect—but for me to remember the moment.
The moment I choose to align.
To show up.
To sit in the ship that was always around me.
🕯️ RITUAL COMPANION — Spinal Contact Spell
“Sit like they’re already here.”
🔹 What to Do:
Sit upright in a quiet space.
Cross-legged, chair, bed—it doesn’t matter.
What matters is the intention to be seen.Straighten your spine slowly, like you’re climbing it from within.
No force. Just awareness. Imagine each vertebra is a light.
Breathe.Tuck your chin gently—slightly downward and slightly rightward,
just enough that your left ear leads the gesture.
Feel the back of your neck open.Place your hands palms-up on your knees or thighs.
Imagine the air around you thickening with light.
They're here now.
🔹 What to Say:
(Whisper, breathe, or think it—let it land in the body.)
“I allow the adjustment.
I remember the ones who touch without harm.
My spine is sacred.
My posture is permission.
I sit in the presence of what already sees me.”
🔹 Finishing Move:
After 3–5 minutes, place one hand gently on the back of your neck.
Whisper:
“Thank you.”
Then stand slowly—like they’re still watching.
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—Loui Crow
