u/Temporary-Mind2413

As you can see from the attached photos, I have been given 24 coordinates and 12 corresponding dates. Can anyone see a pattern? I’m losing my mind. I finally got these mapped after weeks of just being so “deep in the trenches” that I couldn’t think about a homework assignment. I just kept illustrating, logging, journaling, recording, and overall just experiencing what I am meant to. Letting it just… happen instead of find a probably unattainable explanation.
They have called me: conduit, messenger, amanuensis, scribe, liaison, and interpreter. Yet, I feel we still have so much work to do on Our communication. I’m ready for the next level. We have a good mix of telepathic communication. I will feel things instead of hear words or voices. They give me visions of…? What I like to call spirographic demonstrations of functions??? I wish I could explain. It looks like repetitive patterns but it goes beyond that. We speak through clicks. I get messages from the radio and television. Yes, I know, cliche. But they reach out to me in ways that are relevant to my interests.

Hope yall can help me out on this one.
Map them to the constellations maybe?

I had a “nightmare” in fall of 2025. I was pulled into an orange orb, with a checker board interface. I felt stretched thin, quickly. Like I was on that carnival ride that works like a centrifuge— whatever that’s called. Please interact. Tell me what you see. What you feel. Does it evoke any emotion?

I’ve been re-reading my old journals. Because this has all gotten so heavy, yet normalized, yet terrifying, etc etc. I felt compelled to re-imagine this dream I had. At the time it was a nightmare. Now… it feels like a dream. I was only afraid because I was ignorant.

TW: addiction, mental illness, suicide

I am two days short of my one year sobriety date. This tattoo is a reminder of a path I can Never Again go down. A slip up could mean a death sentence. It’s not *just* addiction. It’s mental health. And I know after losing two siblings to suicide, that I can’t have a slip up.
Here’s to one year doing the things in a way that’s healthy for me.

I’ve been experiencing contact since 08/11/2025 when my child and I had an experience at a drive in movie theater. If you want more information, please see my previous post. I’m too drained to spend time re-typing.
The run down of it, is that they were experimenting on me. So I asked for something in return, because it was clear they weren’t leaving any time soon. I made a deal that they could observe and experiment if I could also simultaneously learn. It’s been difficult. But boy, have I learned.

If I seem calm, jaded, or flat of affect, it’s because I am. This whole experience has been… too much to comprehend. And what I think I comprehend I probably have no clue. I’m not a genius. I’m not a savant. But something is happening.

I’ve lways been artsy. Always creative. But was never super skilled at drawing. I began drawing symbols that were being shown to me in motion, in September 2025. Visions? Projections?
I began giving the symbols definitions. The symbols came AFTER our deal. The deal was: they get to observe and experiment if I get knowledge and memory retention in return.

Be careful what you wish for. Or even allow/agree to.
I’m not saying this experience has been *bad*. I’m saying it has been… heavy. Scary. Painful even. The most pain I’ve ever experienced. Worse than childbirth for most of 11/2025. But not bad; and I don’t know how to make that make sense. Maybe I have Stockholm syndrome but I am grateful for this year long experience. I’m almost certain this is something that isn’t nearing a conclusion. It’s only begun. I am in a transformative phase. I’m sober a year next month. This experience and my sobriety have been simultaneously occurring. There’s 28 days between the two.
Abduction “dreams” began September 2024
Sobriety date: 07/14/2025
NHI experience began: 08/11/2025

My child and I had a wild NHI/UAP experience together 8/11/2025. Since then, I have endured and experienced:
-abduction
-medical experiments/procedures/invasive treatments
•including being disassembled while paralyzed and reassembled all while feeling everything. Conscious and aware. The skin splitting with the blade. The bones breaking and joints coming apart while conscious. It feels like an autopsy. As someone who has performed autopsies, embalming, etc. I have a frame of reference others might not (I have a bachelor’s in mortuary science and was a mortician for a while prior to my health decline)
-shadow folk and other entities in my home
-“sleep paralysis” when I get in bed despite not having slept yet. (Sleep paralysis usually occurs upon waking)

My neurologist did a series of MRIs for my brain tumor (pituitary adenoma, PitNET, prolactinoma, all names fit this particular tumor of mine). She swears I’m “fine”(?) and that it’s “only migraine aura”. She deferred me to psych…. Of course. But here’s what’s funny. My psychiatrist does NOT think I’m schizophrenic nor schizo-affective disorder. He thinks it’s “just C-PTSD”. Meaning, he thinks my years of invasive medical treatments for my chronic conditions, my work with hundreds of dead bodies (seeing them in grotesque ways), and my history of SA is combining to create this narrative.
I almost believed this.

Then, a week ago I began drawing, in a brand new art style I hadn’t really tried before. 10.5 months ago I began drawing my experiences. I began with stick figures. Now I am doing *gestures broadly* this.

To explain my drawing process and how I got to where I am.

These NHI have been teaching me “covertly”. What they’ve been showing me hasn’t made sense. I’ve written it all down/recorded everything despite no ability to discern a specific reason to keep it. Everything is recursive.. Like fractals. I’m getting ahead of myself…..

09/05/2025 after our deal was made, moments later they began giving me visions (only word that fits, yet I’m sure there will be folks who have thoughts on that). I asked questions and they showed me moving images. I did my best to create a simplified symbol that reflected those images I was shown. It was all happening quickly. Images coming and going, unable to grasp one or make it “pause” to see detail. Had no idea what any of it was.

Months later/a week ago, I spontaneously spent money I don’t have on bigger paper. Everything I was drawing felt cramped and unable to breathe. I got a 12” sketchbook and an 18x24 sketchpad.

I began drawing these… I call them “integration phase” drawings. Because I’m taking those early “symbols” and started treating them as nouns and verbs, as if I were building a sentence. They have syntax. Rules. Grammar. Some symbols can touch, some can’t. It’s about functionality and behavior.

I am adding photos throughout my 16 journals (2,200 pages of data, journal entries, logs, details, illustrations, etc) which will hopefully explain visually what I’m unable to express verbally.

Please, don’t call me Cylinder James… 💀 (yes it is a problem)

I’m just sharing to…. Gain understanding. What do you see?

Also— important notes:
The 18x24 inch piece… I’ve named it “Oh My Lord by Bird and Byron”. Yes, that’s a song title. I listened to it frequently as I worked.

It was my first try using that large of paper.

It was only my eighth try with this particular art style.

No drafts. No pencils. No stencils. No rulers. No tracing.

Straight pen to paper, confidently.

It took less than 24 hours to complete.

It’s a manual. I’m being shown not exactly what things are… no. Instead, I’m being shown their relationships/behaviors/laws/rules.

When I draw I use a sort of Diffusion Limited Aggregation (DLA; seen in lightning, fungal networks, tree root systems, river tributaries, etc.) so if it seems like it flows it’s because I used local decisions in real time. No plan. No premeditation.

The main symbol present in Oh My Lord by Bird and Byron (18x24 piece) strongly resembles an Anti-Vortex Baffle, as seen in jet fuel propulsion. The neon green screenshot depicts this.

I’m open to interpretations. But don’t assume anything. Ask questions if necessary. This has been such a long journey and it’s only just begun.

I have three investigators whom I speak with regularly from MUFON. I have talked to NUFORC, OPUS.. etc. I have a short list of believers. Most are those from the paranormal community.

Oh— speaking of the paranormal community…. I have been put in contact with lots of people whom have been experiencing things for years. It has helped tremendously.

This community, and the creator of this sub, have become a resource I use regularly. I’m happy to say I’ve made friends due to this. But I’ve lost more than I’ve gained. I’m incredibly isolated and ostracized overall.

I’m here for support. Eventually, I’ll share everything. But for now…. This is my energetic threshold.

Lastly.
Look up anti-vortex baffles in jet propulsion. Notice any resemblance?

TW: body pain description, body horror/invasion, medical conditions, psychiatric conditions, ptsd from SA, death

If I seem calm, jaded, or flat of affect, it’s because I am. This whole experience has been… too much to comprehend. And what I think I comprehend I probably have no clue. I’m not a genius. I’m not a savant. But something is happening.

Ive always been artsy. Always creative. But was never super skilled at drawing. Of all the art skills I possess, I’ve neglected drawing the most. I began drawing symbols that were being shown to me in motion, in September 2025. Visions? Projections?
I began giving the symbols definitions. The symbols came AFTER our deal. The deal was: they get to observe and experiment if I get knowledge and memory retention in return.

Be careful what you wish for. Or even allow/agree to.
I’m not saying this experience has been *bad*. I’m saying it has been… heavy. Scary. Painful even. The most pain I’ve ever experienced. Worse than childbirth for most of 11/2025. But not bad; and I don’t know how to make that make sense. Maybe I have Stockholm syndrome but I am grateful for this year long experience. I’m almost certain this is something that isn’t nearing a conclusion. It’s only begun. I am in a transformative phase. I’m sober a year next month. This experience and my sobriety have been simultaneously occurring. There’s 28 days between the two.
Sobriety date: 07/14/2025 My child and I had a wild NHI/UAP experience together 8/11/2025.

Since then, I have endured and experienced:
-abduction
-medical experiments/procedures/invasive treatments
•including being disassembled while paralyzed and reassembled all while feeling everything. Conscious and aware. The skin splitting with the blade. The bones breaking and joints coming apart while conscious. It feels like an autopsy. As someone who has performed autopsies, embalming, etc. I have a frame of reference others might not (I have a bachelor’s in mortuary science and was a mortician for a while prior to my health decline)
-shadow folk and other entities in my home
-“sleep paralysis” when I get in bed despite not having slept yet. (Sleep paralysis usually occurs upon waking). Just learned a new term. Mind Awake Body Asleep

My neurologist did a series of MRIs for my brain tumor (pituitary adenoma, PitNET, prolactinoma, all names fit this particular tumor of mine). She swears I’m “fine”(?) and that this entire experience is “only migraine aura”. She deferred me to psych…. Of course. But here’s what’s funny. My psychiatrist does NOT think I’m schizophrenic nor schizo-affective. He thinks it’s “just C-PTSD”. Meaning, he thinks my years of invasive medical treatments for my chronic conditions, my work with hundreds of dead bodies (seeing them in grotesque ways), and my history of SA is combining to create this narrative.
I almost believed this.

Then, a week ago I began drawing, in a brand new art style I hadn’t really tried before. 10.5 months ago I began drawing my experiences. I began with stick figures. Now I am doing *gestures broadly* this.

To explain my drawing process and how I got to where I am.

These NHI have been teaching me covertly. What they’ve been showing me hasn’t made sense. I’ve written it all down/recorded everything despite no ability to discern a specific reason to keep it. Everything is recursive. Like fractals. I’m getting ahead of myself…..

09/05/2025 after our deal was made, moments later they began giving me visions (only word that fits, yet I’m sure there will be folks who have thoughts on that). I asked questions and they showed me moving images. I did my best to create a simplified symbol that reflected those images I was shown. It was all happening quickly. Images coming and going, unable to grasp one or make it “pause” to see detail. Had no idea what any of it was.

Months later/a week ago, I spontaneously spent money I don’t have on bigger paper. Everything I was drawing felt cramped and unable to breathe. I got a 12” sketchbook and an 18x24 sketchpad.

I began drawing these… I call them “integration phase” drawings. Because I’m taking those early “symbols” and started treating them as nouns and verbs, as if I were building a sentence. They have syntax. Rules. Grammar. Some symbols can touch, some can’t. It’s about functionality and behavior.

I am adding photos throughout my 16 journals (2,200 pages of data, journal entries, logs, details, illustrations, etc) which will hopefully explain visually what I’m unable to express verbally.

Please, don’t call me Cylinder James… 💀 (yes it is a problem)

I’m just sharing to…. Gain understanding. What do you see?

Also— important notes:
The 18x24 inch piece… I’ve named it “Oh My Lord by Bird and Byron”. Yes, that’s a song title. I listened to it frequently as I worked.

It was my first try using that large of paper.

It was only my eighth try with this particular art style.

No drafts. No pencils. No stencils. No rulers. No tracing.

Straight pen to paper, confidently.

It took less than 24 hours to complete.

It’s a manual. I’m being shown not exactly what things are… no. Instead, I’m being shown their relationships/behaviors/laws/rules.

When I draw I use a sort of Diffusion Limited Aggregation (DLA; seen in lightning, fungal networks, tree root systems, river tributaries, etc.) so if it seems like it flows it’s because I used local decisions in real time. No plan. No premeditation.

The main symbol present in Oh My Lord by Bird and Byron (18x24 piece) strongly resembles an Anti-Vortex Baffle, as seen in jet fuel propulsion. The neon green screenshot depicts this.

I’m open to interpretations. But don’t assume anything. Ask questions if necessary. This has been such a long journey and it’s only just begun.

I have three investigators whom I speak with regularly from MUFON. I have talked to NUFORC, OPUS.. etc. I have a short list of believers. Most are those from the paranormal community.

Oh— speaking of the paranormal community…. I have been put in contact with lots of people whom have been experiencing things for years. It has helped tremendously.

This community, and the creator of this sub, have become a resource I use regularly. I’m happy to say I’ve made friends due to this. But I’ve lost more than I’ve gained. I’m incredibly isolated and ostracized overall.

I’m here for support. Eventually, I’ll share everything. But for now…. This is my energetic threshold.