"I saw three reptilian humanoid beings in the right corner of my dimly lit bedroom, standing shoulder to shoulder, just in front of my closet doors."
I received the following interesting account from an experiencer:
"Hello. I found your website through a Google search which consisted of the words, 'reptilian + clipboard,' as insane as that sounds. Allow me to explain. Forgive me for my lengthy email - I promise to 'nutshell' this as much as possible. Still, I feel you’ll be interested in the story I have to share.
I am a married 41-year-old stay-at-home mother of two teenagers who lives in Massachusetts (an Ohioan transplant). I am also a writer and deep diver of all things spiritual/paranormal/metaphysical and have been for most of my life. I’m an ex-paranormal investigator; having investigated locations across the US for several years; I hung that hat up about a decade ago to raise my children, but the insatiable interest in the unknown has persisted. It just manifests in other ways.
A couple of years ago, while my children were safely elsewhere for the evening, I decided to take psilocybin mushrooms (in the form of a chocolate bar) in what would be considered just slightly more than a micro-dosage. I had been micro-dosing for a few consecutive days prior as a means of deep spiritual healing, as I had researched the healing effects psilocybin mushrooms have on PTSD and depression for years; both of which I had been diagnosed with a few years prior.
I never took enough to 'trip' as most people do; for my intention was never to get high. My intentions were purely medicinal. I wanted to heal my mind.
This evening, because my children were away and my fiancé was working in Martha’s Vineyard for the weekend, I decided to up my dosage just a bit out of sheer curiosity, but still well within the 'micro-dosage' range.
At one point, I decided to meditate and stare at myself in my mirror with the lights off (it was still light out, so although the blinds were closed. I could see my reflection well enough) to heal my emotional trauma which created my PTSD. I attempted the scrying technique, which you may or may not be familiar with, but essentially it’s when you stare into a mirror at your own reflection and sometimes you see things that common sense dictates you just shouldn’t see.
For a brief moment, I thought I saw my reflection appear as what I first thought was a dragon.. then I thought, 'dinosaur face?' Then I quickly thought, 'reptilian.'
Up to this point, I didn’t know much of 'reptilians,; other than they were 'bad' (which I’ve since learned likely isn’t the truth and instead a gross overgeneralization of a possible species like our own, where there are always a few bad eggs amongst the bunch).
It’s fair to say I am far more skeptical than not, depending on the day and my mood. But in my colorful and extensive history of both researching and investigating the paranormal, I’ve had my own fair share of seemingly unexplainable occurrences, so I quickly filed it in my brain under, “WTF was that? I’ll come back to that later,” and went about my evening.
As I mentioned, I wasn’t 'tripping.' I wasn’t in any real state of drug-induced hallucination. Micro-dosing on psilocybin can be best described as a super light and unburdened feeling, which does not affect your ability to go about your normal, everyday responsibilities whatsoever. If anything, I had far more energy and pep in my step. I was the joyful little ray of sunshine I had been in my youth before life got ahold of me and snuffed my light out.
While micro-dosing, it feels as if 40 years of trauma and neglect had been temporarily lifted off not just my physical body, but my emotional and spiritual bodies as well, and I could breathe again. It helped me to see and sort through the things that had been plaguing me, whether consciously or subconsciously for decades.
I explain this because this is why I feel the next experience I’m about to share with you is possible.
I’m forever searching for the explanations. The 'whys.' So, when I experienced what I’m about to share with you. I needed to know how to substantiate it in my own mind. In the process of trying to figure that out, I considered fairly early on that it’s likely what happened was that the psilocybin essentially cleared my channels, my static, my personal interference induced by personal trauma and thick emotion, temporarily. My unburdened body was able to perceive/tune into a channel otherwise imperceptible. That’s my theory.
A few hours after my mirror experience, as the psilocybin had nearly left my body completely, I decided I’d go to bed early since I had no children to wake me.
A few hours in (another few hours for the psilocybin’s effects to have left my body, so I cannot attribute this at all to any hallucinogenic effects, as I’d not taken nearly enough at any point that day, but I want to be crystal clear in mentioning psilocybin was a part of this experience in its totality), I blinked my eyes sleepily to scan my bedroom as I rolled over from my left side to my right. As I did so, I saw three reptilian humanoid beings in the right corner of my dimly lit bedroom, standing shoulder to shoulder, just in front of my closet doors. The middle one was a male, wearing what appeared to be a white or light-colored jacket or coat (I say coat, but mean more of a lab style “coat”), with a defined, chiseled jawline, what looked to be scales on the skin of his face, no hair, and muscular but not overly so. He was holding a clipboard and a writing utensil as if he were studying me as I slept and taking notes.
The two beside him I never got a good look at. The second I blinked my eyes again, they were gone.
They were about 5’5” - 5’10.” I wasn’t scared at the moment. I actually remember thinking, “Well, huh. Isn’t that interesting? I’ll think about that in the morning.” And I fell right back asleep, which is by no means normal for me. I am an awful sleeper. I am a thinker to the tenth degree.
I awoke the following morning remembering it clearly, but my conscious mind was already fighting me hard to dismiss it and throw it away as something my admittedly overactive imagination created with the help of whatever residual magic mushroom chocolate bar still lingered in my system.
But the interesting thing is, I’ve never had any interest whatsoever in the whole reptilian thing. Of all my countless hours spent hyper-fixated down paranormal and metaphysical rabbit holes over the last twenty-odd years. I’d never even considered the whole reptilian humanoids thing. It just simply hadn’t been presented to me yet in a way that fancied my thirst to know more.
So, I began doing research on reptilians and discreetly Googling every now and again things like, “reptilians with clipboards,” to see what I could come up with. In the years that have followed, I’ve certainly learned a lot more about what people think they are, their origins, their villain origin stories, etc. But I’d never found anyone with a story similar to mine. So I’d begun to file the experience in my brain under, “Maybe I was just bored so I conjured a fascinating something-or-other for sh*ts and giggles,” until I read your blog post from November 2024 about a reptilian in someone’s bedroom with a clipboard!
Pardon my language, but it was FKing unexpected. Spicy language is warranted.
And the initial of the person who submitted it… 'S.' My first name is 'S.'
I have shared this story once and only once when I still had a Facebook account as a comment on a post - and I’ll tell you, my first thought was that someone stole my personal account and reported it as their own, and I immediately was slightly miffed. There are differences in our stories, of course, and I’m giving the benefit of the doubt because I have to tell you, right now my mind is a little blown by the similarities. It certainly has brought the 'experience' right back to the forefront of my mind for consideration again.
I don’t know much about you or your channel, admittedly, this is the first time I’d seen it, having been directed there by my Google search, but I eventually deemed it interesting enough to reach out to you and share my story with you. If only, maybe, for some sort of validation that someone else really did have that experience and that my own is eerily similar, and possibly, actually, real. Or, maybe someone did read my story and stole it to present it as their own. I just don’t know. But I’m curious.
I’d appreciate a note back to let me know I have, in fact, just poured my soul, in the form of a completely insane story, out to a real person. Thanks for taking the time to read it. Happy New Year. Kindly, S"
NOTE: I wrote back to 'S' and assured her that the November 2024 post was from another experiencer who contacted me. I have heard and read similar scenarios in the past. It is still an interesting 'coincidence,' nonetheless. Lon
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