EXPERIENCERS: COGITATIONS, PARADOXES, AND CHALLENGES
By Janet Kira Lessin
Originally written January 27, 2017
Revisited with commentary and reflection on April 12, 2026
Editor’s Note, April 12, 2026
Revisiting experiencer episodes years later can reveal new layers of meaning, new patterns, and new questions. Time does not always diminish these events. Sometimes it clarifies them. What once felt strange, fragmentary, or symbolic may later stand out as part of a larger pattern of contact, consciousness, and multidimensional awareness. This article preserves the original energy of the experience while allowing room for later reflection.
I dreamed on January 27, 2017, that I woke up and saw a being standing on the left-hand side of my bed, about three feet back, framed within what looked like a glass doorway. The being was owl-shaped, with beady eyes and an owl-like face. He had a beak where a human would have a nose. He stared at me intensely. I said, “Oh! Hello.” He did not respond. He just kept staring, as though he could not hear me.
I got out of bed and walked toward him. As I approached, I realized he was not really in my room. He seemed to exist in another dimension, staring at me through what looked like a rectangular pane of glass set inside a doorway made of wood, or at least something resembling wood. I am not sure what alien beings use in their construction.
He had wings, which he held straight down at his sides. His feet resembled claws. As I began analyzing what was happening, even while it unfolded, I thought to myself that he looked like one of Inanna’s owls. Yet he radiated intelligence. Although he did not seem to notice me moving around, and I sensed no obvious telepathic communication, I could feel that he was sentient and aware. He looked at me with a consciousness far beyond that of an ordinary animal.
Suddenly, he shifted. His arms rose above his head as he balanced on one foot, with the other leg extended and bent at the knee. He still had wings, but his arms now seemed tucked neatly beneath them. The wings extended down over what now looked like feet rather than claws. Had his claws changed into feet? Or had I filled in the gaps mentally because he looked like an owl and I assumed he must have claws? Or had he actually morphed before me? I could not tell, so I let the question go and moved on.
As I stared directly into his face, I realized he could not see that I was no longer in bed. That led me to conclude that I must have been out of my body in astral form while my body remained asleep. He seemed to stare right through me at something beyond me. Before I could turn to see whether my sleeping body was still lying there in bed, my eyes popped open, and I was back in my body, still asleep, still observing the dream, and already deep in analysis of the experience.
He shifted again. This time his legs and arms moved into another one-legged configuration, but on the opposite side. I detected no actual movement. One instant he stood in one pose, and the next instant he stood in another. I continued watching him, but he kept looking through me, toward something behind me, which I assumed was my sleeping form in the bed.
I thought then that perhaps we existed and functioned at different speeds. His changes were instantaneous to me, invisible in motion, yet in his reality he might have been moving normally. I have watched a great deal of science fiction, especially Star Trek, and explanations involving time travel, altered frequency, and interdimensional variance rushed back into my mind. But I pushed those thoughts aside because I was still inside the lucid dream and needed to remain focused on what might happen next. As I write this in my iPad journal, I realize that I am quite good at multitasking, and that this process I have developed, writing immediately after such events, is helping me preserve both memory and detail.
Was I really dreaming? Or was I somewhere else, in a place where my bedroom, or at least my bed, had been recreated? Or had they transported me and my bed to some new location? I realized that I was facing left, and in my actual house that direction leads to a stairway, not a solid wall with a full-sized, chronovisor-like mechanism through which an owl-being could observe me while I slept.
So I concluded that maybe they had moved my bed into their world, or perhaps they had replaced my wall with theirs. Confused? So am I. But there was no time for confusion. I was fully awake within the dream and wondered whether I should get up from my warm bed, grab my dream journal or my iPad, and document the event for later analysis when I fully awoke and could discuss it with my husband during our daily dream-analysis and download check-in.
Then the cat began making noise. She had been in the house and was desperate to go outside. I tried to ignore her until I realized I had to pee so badly that I had no choice but to leave the warmth of the bed and step into the chill of the night. So I got up, let the cat out, she seemed grateful, relieved myself, and came back for the iPad, which proved ideal because typing is much faster than writing by hand.
There was even a second alien encounter that night, but that one has completely faded from my conscious mind. Still, it was a full night of encounters. I wonder what they wanted. I know these were encounters, not ordinary dreams, because encounters carry a different energy signature. After years of these episodes and years of analysis afterward, I have become quite good at recognizing the difference. When I wake from a dream to use the bathroom, turn over, or do some ordinary human thing in my own house, I immediately know whether to say, “Oh, that was just a dream,” or, “That was more than a dream. I need to analyze that later with Sasha when I finally wake up.”
The sleeping state of life has become extremely pleasant and exciting. Every night I travel somewhere. I go out of body and no longer have to think about the mechanics of leaving and returning. I simply find myself in another life, in other worlds, on board a ship, actively participating there as easily as I move through this world and this lifetime.
The entire process makes me wonder about the true meaning of life and existence. I travel through dimensions to other simultaneous lives in other worlds, dimensions, and vehicles in space, and I know that I am an eternal being living far beyond the illusion of linear time. And if I am eternal, then surely we all are. I am like anyone else, and yet something has awakened in me. It has pulled me out of endless dreams within dreams and into the realization that existence is vast, complicated, and eternal. We must coordinate these episodes, mine and those of others, to assemble the puzzle and free ourselves from the distorted worldview that imprisons us and inflicts so much stress and suffering on the human psyche and soul.
As dawn breaks and I return to my human body, which perhaps I never truly left except in mind and spirit, I feel somewhat emancipated, as though I have slipped free from a false concept of reality imposed by religion and education and passed down through generations before me.
I hope to help free humanity from these imprisoning ideologies, for they create an artificial prison of the mind and trigger harmful, body-damaging stress responses that shorten our lives.
Contributor Commentary by Minerva Monroe
Added April 12, 2026
What makes this account compelling is that it preserves the paradox instead of trying to force a final answer. The being appears as owl, watcher, intelligence, and possible grey-like presence all at once. That ambiguity is not a flaw. It is part of the texture of the experience. Many liminal encounters arrive through layered perception, where symbolism, consciousness, contact, and memory overlap.
Several elements stand out. First, the being does not behave like a simple dream figure. It watches. It studies. It holds presence. Second, the witness remains observant and analytical even inside the experience, noticing posture, architecture, timing, movement, and the possibility that her own awareness had shifted into astral form. Third, the encounter suggests a mismatch between human perception and whatever intelligence was present. The being’s changes appear instantaneous, as though it operated at another rate of reality. Together, these details make the account read less like fantasy and more like a field report from the threshold between dream, contact, and multidimensional awareness.
Author’s 2026 Reflection
I will never forget this experience, as it reflected numerous other episodes I’ve had with NHI (non-human intelligences) all of my life. Revisiting this episode in April 2026, I am struck by how alive it still feels. Time has not reduced it to a dream fragment. If anything, time has given it more shape. What once seemed merely strange now feels like part of a larger pattern in my life, one involving contact, symbolic masking, altered states, and the ongoing challenge of translating multidimensional experience into human language.
I often find myself in other worlds, dimensions, levels of existence, vibratory frequencies, and multiverses (however you symbolize them), and each feels “real,” making me question what’s real and what’s not. But perhaps that’s just a spurious dichotomy, and all parts are real and true, and I just need to accept that and integrate that into my total existence and think of each “lifetime” as chapters of that totality of myself.
I love my aliens, ghosts, and spirit guides, and they love me. I feel it. It’s palpable. I am also loved and watched over, and I have a person who seems to be male, like the narrator of a movie or TV show. I break the third wall of this life, face the narrator, and ask him questions. He responds and explains the situation, so I have no worries and little concern. I’m just there in that moment for the experience. I always feel uplifted and often very curious. That acceptance allows more episodes, and I continue to learn and grow.
And here is a clean line you can place at the bottom:
Originally recorded January 27, 2017. Revisited April 12, 2026.
EXPERIENCERS COGITATIONS, PARADOXES & CHALLENGES Janet Kira Lessin
January 27, 2017 Leave a Comment
I dreamed (on 01/27/17) that I woke up and saw a being standing on the left-hand side of my bed, about 3 feet back, in a glass doorway type configuration. The being was owl-shaped with beady eyes and an owl face. He had a beak where humans have their noses. He stared at me, looking intensely. I said, “Oh! Hello, and he didn’t respond, just kept on staring as though he couldn’t hear me.
I got out of bed and went up to him and realized when I got over to him that he wasn’t really in my room, but he was in another dimension, staring at me through what looked like glass in a rectangular shape with a wooden doorway (or something that resembled wood). I’m not sure what alien beings use in their construction.
He had wings which he held straight down at his side. His feet resembled claws. I said to myself as I began to analyze what was happening in that moment, while it was unfolding, that he looks like one of Inanna’s owls. But he reeked of intelligence. While he didn’t seem to notice me moving around and wasn’t in any obvious telepathic communication with me, I could feel he was sentient and intelligent, looking at me with a higher consciousness rather than that of an animal.
Suddenly, he shifted, his arms raised above his head, standing on one foot with the other extended and bent at the knee. He still had his wings, but the arms had been neatly tucked under his wings, which extended down over his feet, which actually were feet, not claws. Had they changed from claws to feet, or did I fill in the gaps mentally since the being had wings and looked like an owl, and I assumed he had feet like Inanna’s owls and automatically gave him claws for feet? Or had he morphed his claws into feet? I wasn’t sure, so I let that thought go and moved on to the next.
As I stared at him directly in his face, I realized he could not see that I was no longer in bed, so I realized I must be out of my body in astral form while my body remained sleeping, as he seemed to stare right through me to something beyond me. Before I could turn around to see if I was still sleeping in bed, my eyes popped open, and I was back in my body, asleep but observing the dream and already deep in analysis of the “dream”.
He shifted his legs and arms again into another configuration on the other leg. But I could detect no movement; only that one moment he stood on one leg, with arms extended in one pose, and the next second he was in a different pose. I continued to look at him, but he looked right through me to something behind me, which I assume was my sleeping form lying in my bed.
I thought we might exist and operate at different speeds, as his body shifts were instantaneous and his movements were invisible to me, while in his reality, he may actually be moving. I’ve seen a lot of sci-fi, especially Star Trek, and these types of explanations rushed back to mind as I searched my memory banks for the episodes that dealt with time travel and inter-dimensional vibratory variances. But I soon left those thoughts for others as I was still in the lucid dream and needed to remain focused on what was to happen next. Although I realize, as I write this in my iPad journal, that I’m quite good at multitasking, and that the process I created to help me not only remember what happened but also pull out greater detail through writing is working out quite well.
Was I really dreaming, or was I somewhere else where they recreated my bedroom, or at least my bed? Or did they teleport my bed and me to this new location? I realized I was facing left, which in my home has a stairway, not a solid wall with a full-sized chronovisor-type mechanism, which allowed the owl to stare at me while I slept.
So I concluded that maybe they had simply moved my bed to their world, or they replaced my wall with theirs. Confused? So am I. But no time for confusion as now I’m fully awake in my “dream” and wonder if I should get up out of my warm bed, grab my dream journal or my iPad, and document this event for further analysis when I “wake up fully” and get my husband for our daily dream analysis and download check-in.
Finally, the cat makes noises as she’s been in the house and is desperate to get outside. I try to ignore her till I realize I have to pee so bad I must force myself out into the chill of the night or wet the bed. So I get up, let the cat out (she seems grateful), relieve myself, and come back to grab the iPad, which turns out to be most effective, as typing is faster than writing for the most part.
There was even a second alien encounter, but that one has totally faded from my conscious mind. But the night was a full one with alien encounters. I wonder what they wanted. I know these were encounters, not dreams, for encounters have a different energy signature. I’m getting so good at this after years of episodes and analysis afterwards that when I wake up from a dream to go to the bathroom or turn over or do something like that on the human level in my awakened state in my own home, I immediately say to myself, “Oh, that was a dream,” or “That’s more than a dream. I must analyze it later with Sasha when I finally fully wake up and stop sleeping.”
The sleeping state of life has become extremely pleasant and exciting. Every night I travel somewhere. I go out of body and no longer have to think about the going and coming back process. I find myself in my other life, in other worlds, on board a ship, actively interacting with my life there with as much ease as I navigate through this world and this lifetime.
The whole procedure makes me wonder about the true meaning of life and existence. I easily travel through dimensions to my other simultaneous existences in other dimensions, worlds, and vehicles in space, and know I’m an eternal being living beyond the concept of linear time. And if I am eternal, so must we all be the same for I am just like you, like anyone else and yet I am different for something has awakened me from the endless dreams within dreams to the realization that existence is indeed HUGE, complicated and eternal and we must coordinate these episodes that others and myself experience to assemble the puzzle and free all of us from this perverted, contorted worldview of reality that imprisons us and creates such stress and harm to our psyches and souls.
As dawn breaks and I return to my human body (which I actually probably never left and only traveled with my mind and my spirit form), I feel somewhat emancipated, as though I have just freed myself from the perversion of this concept of reality which has been imposed on me by religions and the educational systems that were created by the generations before me.
I hope to free humanity from these perverted ideologies, for they indeed create an artificial prison of the mind and create stresses and body-killing chemical reactions to these fabricated stressors, which shorten our life expectancies.
