Last Updated on May 2, 2026 by Ishilta
Also published in thedailyaah.substack.com
Many moons ago, I had a near-death experience, one I have never told a single soul. I chose to keep it to myself all these years because no one can fully understand what I’ve been through unless they’ve gone through it themselves. In that experience, I was shown many things about how reality operates, along with glimpses and foreshadowing of what was to come.
My visions, or maybe it was a dream, were a mixed bag of literal and symbolic language. I haven’t attended an ayahuasca ceremony, but I imagine it may be similar to what I experienced. I still don’t know which is which.
Some of them turned out to be true, while others remain shrouded in mystery to this day. It felt like some of the scenes were unfolding across parallel realities or universes, which made it difficult to keep track of everything. I guess only time will tell what these visions truly mean.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been going back and forth about whether to share this. Is it relevant? Is it the right time? Is there even truth to it? The memory has faded over the years, but certain elements remain etched in a way that refuses to be forgotten.
Just when I had decided to bury it for good, I started having strange dreams again. I took it as a sign, a kind of green light from my subconscious, that the time to share my story had finally come.
What I’m about to share is not a prophecy, but an invitation to look within, find what resonates, and apply the meaning you draw from it to what we’re facing right now. This is just one piece of a much larger story. The full scope of what I saw feels almost impossible to put into words. I’m just grateful I’ve lived long enough to share at least part of it.
Is it literal or metaphorical? I don’t know. Maybe both. If I had shared this five years ago, I would have confidently said it was purely symbolic. But with everything happening in the world lately, including what we’ve learned so far about the Epstein files, I’m not so sure anymore. At this point, anything feels possible. We may as well keep an open mind.
Here’s what I remember:
The Sun is dying, triggering a global crisis of energy and resources. The world descends into chaos. Then spaceships begin to appear in the sky, and extraterrestrial beings announce their arrival to humanity.
They didn’t look like what we’ve been conditioned to expect. There were no classic flying saucers. What I remember seeing were massive, triangular-shaped UFOs. They came offering help, and with their advanced knowledge and technology, they positioned themselves as the saviors of humanity. Humanity, desperate and exhausted, clinging to any form of hope, welcomed them with open arms.
But in doing so, humanity unknowingly volunteered itself to something far more sinister. These beings had been quietly seeding their consciousness into human bodies like a parasite, undetectable at first, growing slowly over time until it became strong enough to overwrite the human soul entirely. And when that happens, the person resets—no memory, no identity, just gone, as if someone hit a factory reset button.
But it doesn’t happen without consent. That’s the part that stayed with me. They are masters at exploiting human weakness. They don’t force their way in. They make you say yes. They offer false promises, the kind any desperate person would take. Once you give that consent, they can enter your space. That’s when I realized how powerful human free will really is.
For some unknown reason, I could actually see it happening. I had a kind of X-ray vision that allowed me to see the implants, the foreign consciousness inside people. In hindsight, it resembles what is called a shamanic intrusion. But I wasn’t the only one. There were others like me, awake and aware, able to see through the illusion and resist the invasion.
That’s when I learned the truth about them. They were a dying race, cut off from the Divine Source, unable to procreate or reincarnate, so they found another way to survive. They preserved their essence in capsule-like devices and waited until they could transfer themselves into a suitable human host. That’s how they achieved a kind of immortality.
But they weren’t the only ones. Other entities were drawn to Earth by fear. These beings fed on it, and as fear spread across the planet, it became an open invitation.
So I, along with a few others, formed a resistance. We discovered that light weakens these entities. Certain things could repel them, like sacred objects and sacred geometry that radiated a distinct blue glow only we could see.
And it wasn’t just external light, but our internal light too. We strengthened it by speaking words of affirmation to one another, reminding each other of our inherent beauty and strength. When we did, the person receiving those words would emit a vibrant glow. But when we forgot who we were and fell into self-doubt, that light would dim.
While light was the answer, the problem was that the Sun itself was dying. Its light was no longer enough to push back the darkness. Half the Earth was always in shadow, while the other half experienced daylight. So humanity adapted. Every night, we turned on all the lights, not just for visibility but as a line of defense to hold the darkness back.
At some point, I was tasked with planting the Seed of Life at the center of the world so that life could begin again. That is why the symbols of the Seed of Life and the Tree of Life mean so much to me, and why they are reflected in the new logo of my spiritual business, The Daily Aah.
To me, turning on the lights is deeply symbolic. It represents waking up and remembering who we really are, beings of light. It is a metaphor for awakening the light body, and for how our collective light can help heal a broken world and push back the forces that seek to divide and consume us.
The same is true for sacred objects and sacred geometry in my vision. In my interpretation, they are not powerful on their own. They remind us of what we already are, and in doing so, they become powerful.
Years later, I came across the Light Body program, and I just knew, deep down, that this was something I was meant to do. So I’m sharing this with you now as an invitation to remember who you are and perhaps shine your light a little brighter.
The world could use your light now more than ever.
