The following is a recounting of what I’ve decided to term the “Phoenix Encounter,” an encounter with an extremely powerful entity of pure neutrality. Everything here is purely speculative, as I am a spiritual neophyte and my ability to achieve greater understanding is limited, but I resolve to recollect what I can as accurately as possible. Honesty is essential, and part of being honest is admitting that you can be wrong.
Two months ago, right before I was due to perform my yearly ritual (the day isn’t terribly important, just a day I pick every year, April 23nd in this case), I was dealing with a rather creepy AI scam of some sort. It took a few messages back and forth for me to realize the sender was a bot. At the same time, I sensed this rather potent spiritual presence, and so indeed did everyone in the household. Initially there was a bit of fear, as the two occurences seemed eerily related, but as the presence settled in, the messages stopped. I would have thought it would have tried to reach out again, but it didn’t. Whether the presence stilled the software golem or no, it certainly was no friend to it.
I got the sense that this presence wished to come into contact with me specifically, so I closed my eyes and attempted to “reach out.” Now, I’m not terribly “in tune” as a whole, I was far from deep in meditation, I wasn’t on anything, I was agitated from the prior incident . . . but it came through. Within my mind was burnt an image, scintillating and bright. A creature, alive, yet not a life form. A flowing shape of a bird, its form awash in an endlessly flowing wave of rapidly shifting hues of orange and red, floated before me. I’ve encountered a few spiritual beings over time, and never have I felt something with such immense power. But more prominent than its power, was its purely neutral energy. Neither diabolical nor celestial, but purely neutral.
I looked at the entity within my mind, and actually found myself stating out loud, “You are neither good nor bad,” in utter fascination. Impressions flowed from it and into my mind as we came into contact. It wanted to help me. It wanted to help everyone. And it just . . . loved, purely and without agenda. It wanted to see humans evolve, to flourish. And it had come here, to me. The vision faded, though my interest didn’t. I wanted to know, to understand.
Why? Why did it come to see me? I was so very confused. I was determined to reach out to it again during my yearly ritual, so a few hours later, I went deep into meditation, reached out to it, and asked it what it needed. It needed energy. From me, specifically. Likely many others, but I am only me.
Normally, I would be extremely reluctant to do such a thing, but I got a strong sense that this was a momentous and most necessary expenditure. So, after asking it how I might lend it my energy, I gave it all I could. Afterward, I watched the creature swell, rise up into the sky and explode in a brilliant burst, scattering tiny, shining particles all across the planet. I was bathed in these particles, and they filled me with joy. Even my normally somber guide made an offhand remark about how “we might not have to destroy it after all,” which piqued my interest. I fell asleep a while later, quite the taxing experience.
I don’t tend to want to share such experiences, but the incredible feeling of hope that the phoenix left me with saw me actually wanting to tell the world. Also, thanks to my prodding on my guide’s aforementioned comment, I found myself saddled both with a message of hope for the world, and a much more specific series of messages to deliver on behalf of the Arcturians . . .