Has anyone else here noticed similarities in the phenomenology being reported by people who see or are abducted by UFO's and the A&P?
When I read first hand accounts, as opposed to authors selling specific UFO narratives, it’s always bright lights and bliss waves, quasi-paralytic states and streams of unintelligible divine information. Even when there are aliens or crafts, those tropes of the experience are less consistent than these other phenomena. It all tends to resemble the Miracle of the Sun more than classic, pop-culture alien stuff. You can see this a lot in Jacque Vallee’s writing. (Included below.)
The accounts seem to almost always come bundled with some aspect of "Samadhi". With most of the experiences tending to be more inline with what we might call “Kundalini phenomena” than nuts and bolts spaceships abducting people. This all adds up for me as being very A&P but these people are obviously also seeing things. Now I have had some CRAZY A&P experiences, like non-functional human being type stuff, but I have never hallucinated like that, at least not without the help of psychedelics. I don’t think that’s strange as I know myself to be a much more kinesthetic person rather than visual. Does anyone here have experience with hallucinations like the above in the A&P?
I think it’s worth pointing out that with an uptick in people organizing, going out to gaze into the night sky -sometimes for days on end- in search of alien craft and extradimensional experiences, it makes sense to me that this might lead some to develop the necessary attention to enter the A&P.
For what it’s worth I would wager meditation has its origins in this kind of stargazing, many esoteric arts do. (See something like Star.Ships by Gordon White for reference.) I suppose there’s a lot more about this that I’m not adequately equipped to discuss at the minute, suffice to say, there seems, to me, to be an A&P cult at the heart of the UFO phenomena. A mystery cult if I might be so bold.
Here’s some Vallee:
It was the summer of 1968, about 4:00 P.M. She was driving from London to a place near Stratford to visit friends for the weekend. She had a companion in the car with her. Just outside Oxford they both saw a shining disk in the sky. They slowed and then stopped to watch it as it darted and dodged. Another car stopped to watch it, too. Eventually it sank behind the trees.
They resumed their trip, but the really striking events took place after the disk had disappeared: During the drive between Burford and Stratford I had some startling, and to me, novel insights into what I can only describe as the Nature of Reality. They were connected in some way to this shining disk, and have had a profound effect on me, causing what is commonly known as a personality change. I won't try to explain what those insights were since almost all the religions of the world have tried to do this and have failed. (In that afternoon I changed from an agnostic to a gnostic, if that means anything at all.) However, these insights hit me like bolts from the blue, as though from outside, one after the other. I've never had a similar experience since.
The letter continues with a description of what the woman saw that evening after supper, a description that seems to come straight out of a John Fowles novel: the guests were in the sitting room, which had open French windows leading out onto the lawn, and the woman went over to the window to get a breath of fresh air. The weather, she wrote, was 'very hot and close.'
The light from the room shone in an arc of about ten feet around the window. In that area I saw, as soon as I came to the window, a strange figure. My perception of it was heightened by the state of frozen panic it produced in me. It was for me without any doubt, a demon, or devil because of my Western oriented interpretation (I imagine) of the vision or creature or animal or man, or whatever it was I saw. Like the 'Scorpion man,' as well as Pan, it had dog or goat-like legs. It was covered in silky, downy fur, dark, and glinting in the light. It was unmistakably humanoid, and to my mind malevolent. It crouched, and stared, unblinkingly, at me with light, grape-green eyes that slanted upwards and had no pupils. The eyes shone and were by far the most frightening thing about it. It was, I think retrospectively, trying to communicate with me, but my panic interfered with any message I might have received. If it had stood to its full height it would have been about four to five feet tall. It had pointed ears and a long muzzle. It gave the impression of emaciation; its hands and fingers were as thin as sticks.
Eventually, convinced that I was hallucinating, I went and sat down for a while, until the panic had subsided. Then I went to see if it was still there. It was, except that it had moved further into the shadows on the edge of the arc of light. I made sure I kept away from that door for the rest of the evening, and left the next day. I told no one. That it may have been connected with the shining disk I only realized when I saw that slide.
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A case that took place in March 1958, and which was later reported in the pages of The Flying Saucer Review by French investigator Joel Mesnard, provides an opportunity to verify again the strange properties of the lights associated with the UFO phenomenon in modern as in ancient times.
The witness here is a twenty-eight-year-old French legionnaire who was on sentry duty at the Algerian camp of Bouahmama, in the desert south of Constantine. Shortly after 12:30 A.M., this man heard a whistling noise that seemed to be coming from the sky, and as he looked up he saw a very large object, about one thousand feet in diameter, coming down some 150 feet away from him.
The most remarkable thing about this object, however, was not its enormous size but the intense conical beam of emerald-green light that came down from its underside.
The recollections of the legionnaire beyond this point are vague and, by his own admission, may not correspond to reality. Instead of either firing his gun to alert others or picking up the field telephone to call his superiors, he remained staring at the object for over three-quarters of an hour.
According to this man, as interviewed by Joel Mesnard: 'The pale green and emerald colors were the most beautiful, relaxing, and fascinating colors he had ever seen.'
The object departed in the most classical way: first the whistling noise, then the rising to an altitude of about three hundred feet, and finally the climb at 'tremendous speed' toward the northwest. As the object left and the man returned to full awareness, the happy, ecstatic feeling he had experienced was replaced by sadness. He picked up the telephone and reported what he had seen to his superiors. They initially thought that the experience was a hallucination due to stress, but it is to the credit of the French military that a thorough investigation was pursued. Instead of sweeping the case under the rug (and the French Legion in Algeria had more pressing problems at that time than investigating UFO landings!), the officers went to the site, examined it carefully, found no physical evidence, resumed their questioning of the witness, and, as he kept insisting on the veracity of the event and they had no reason to doubt his truthfulness, they sent him to Paris for a more detailed examination. In Paris he was kept under observation for one week at the Val-de-Grace Military Hospital. An electroencephalogram revealed nothing unusual. The medical staff concluded that he was in a state of good mental and physical health and was not suffering from the strain of war in any unusual way.
As in "mental fabrications" 
