Kathleen Marden on the Betty and Barney Hill Abduction

(From the NVus Alien Podcast Archive. This interview is from 2007. Re-edited and Revised.)

The Betty and Barney Hill Abduction Case

The Betty and Barney Hill abduction remains one of the most influential UFO cases in history. In this interview, Kathleen Marden, Betty Hill’s niece and author of several books on the case, discusses the evidence, hypnosis records, and the questions that continue to surround the famous encounter.

Kathleen Marden is introduced. Author of Captured: The Betty and Barney Hill UFO Experience. But more importantly, she’s Betty Hill’s niece. Not an outsider looking in. Someone who was there from the beginning. Heather points that out immediately. That this isn’t just another UFO book. It’s written from inside the story. And what makes it different is that Kathleen didn’t go in trying to prove anything. She went in trying to figure out if it was real.

Kathleen explains that clearly.

She says she started with a specific question. Did this actually happen, or did Barney absorb Betty’s dreams and build a narrative from them? She talks about her background in social science and education. That objectivity mattered to her. That she wanted to test the idea, not just believe it.

So she transcribed the hypnosis tapes. All of them. Hours of material with psychiatrist Benjamin Simon, who was a skeptic. Then she compared everything. Betty’s dreams. Betty’s hypnosis sessions. Barney’s hypnosis sessions.

Line by line.

What she says she found is where things shift. The details matched in ways they shouldn’t have. Not just general themes. Specific sequences. Information that wasn’t in Betty’s dreams but showed up in both of their hypnosis accounts. She says that, based on that analysis, she believes they were abducted.

She also explains that the book doesn’t just argue that point. It lays everything out. The problems with hypnosis. The issues with dream recall. The physical evidence. Including the chemical testing of Betty’s dress, which she says we’ll get into later.

She brings up Stanton Friedman at this point. A physicist and well-known ufologist. She asked him to join the project after she’d already started writing. Not for validation, but for scrutiny. To vet the work and strengthen the scientific side.

Heather responds to that by pointing out one of the strongest parts of the book. The timeline. Not just the encounter itself, but what happened before and after. How it affected their lives. Then she asks Kathleen to walk through the actual incident.

Kathleen starts in September 1961. Betty and Barney Hill are coming back from a trip to Niagara Falls and Montreal. They planned to stay overnight but decide to drive through.

Barney feels fine. He’s used to working nights. They keep going. They’re driving through New Hampshire when Betty notices something in the sky. At first, it looks like a bright star. Maybe a satellite. But it’s moving strangely. It appears to rise upward next to the moon. She keeps watching it as they drive. It gets closer. Larger. More defined. Eventually, she convinces Barney to stop the car.

They pull over near Franconia Notch. A known tourist area. Betty looks through binoculars first. She sees a craft moving across the face of the moon, flashing multicolored lights.

Barney takes the binoculars next.

At that point, the object shifts direction. It turns and descends rapidly toward them. Silent. No conventional lights. He doesn’t believe in UFOs. He keeps trying to explain it away. They get back in the car and continue driving. The craft follows them. Moving along the mountains. Sometimes above. Sometimes in front. Dropping vertically. Moving in a kind of stair-step pattern.

Kathleen describes it like something bouncing on an elastic band. Forward, back, forward again. They reach the Old Man of the Mountain landmark. The craft positions itself near the rock formation. At that point, it’s massive. Nearly twice the size of the stone profile.

They stop again. Watch it. It appears cigar-shaped at that moment. Then they keep driving.

As they move through the notch, the object continues tracking them. Eventually, they reach a more populated area. Motels. Cabins. A nature center. They feel a sense of relief. They decide to stop again. But before they can, the craft shoots ahead of them and positions itself directly over the road. Barney has to stop the car.

He grabs the binoculars. He also has a pistol. He gets out. The craft shifts into a nearby field. Now it’s only about 100 feet above them. It’s no longer rotating. There’s a double row of windows across the front.

Betty stays in the car. Dome light on. Watching for traffic. Barney walks toward the craft. He looks through the binoculars and sees figures inside. Between nine and eleven. Standing behind the windows. Looking down at him. Then something changes. All but one of the figures move away from the window. They go to a panel at the back of the corridor. Their arms are moving like they’re operating something.

The craft tilts toward Barney. He sees structures extending from the sides. Red. Something drops from the bottom. The one figure still at the window frightens him. Deeply. He describes it as reminding him of a German military officer. The precision. The control. The feeling of being watched.

He wants to grab his gun. He can’t move.

He wants to lower the binoculars. He can’t.

Then suddenly he can.

He runs back to the car, screaming to Betty that they’re going to be captured.

This part, Kathleen says, is fully within their conscious memory. They never forgot it. Barney gets back in the car. The craft moves above them again. He takes off. He tells Betty to roll down the window and look up. She does. Instead of seeing the craft or the sky, she sees nothing. Just blackness. Then they hear it. A series of buzzing or beeping sounds. Hitting the trunk of the car. Vibrating through the vehicle. Through their bodies.

Betty wonders if they’re about to be electrocuted. They’re not. But something happens. Their conscious memory starts to break. Barney loses it first. Betty holds onto fragments a little longer. She remembers seeing familiar landmarks about eight miles down the road. They stop talking. She remembers taking a left turn off the main highway. Then there’s another gap.

About 35 miles later, they both see a glowing object in the road ahead. Then another series of beeping sounds. And suddenly they’re back. Aware. Talking again. They drive home. But the timeline doesn’t make sense. They expected to arrive around 2 AM. Instead, it’s already approaching dawn. When they get home, everything feels wrong.

They immediately act like they’ve been contaminated. They shower. Thoroughly. They don’t bring their luggage inside. Betty throws out all the food in the car. Their watches have stopped working. Betty’s dress is damaged. Torn at the zipper. Torn along the lining. The hem is ripped. Barney’s shoes are scuffed. His shoulder hurts. They go to sleep.

When they wake up, the unease is still there. Heather calls it out directly. That instinctual reaction. The purge. The sense that something had invaded them.

Kathleen agrees.

Then the aftermath starts. Barney wants to forget it. Says nothing good will come from talking about it. Betty can’t let it go. She calls Kathleen’s mother. Kathleen overhears the entire conversation as a kid, sitting in the dining room.

Her mother contacts a neighbor who’s a physicist. He suggests testing the car with a compass. Betty goes outside. Finds bright circular spots on the trunk that weren’t there before. Shiny. Polished-looking. When she holds the compass over them, the needle spins wildly. She shows it to a tenant. Barney sees it too. They report it.

Eventually, it reaches the Air Force. Project Blue Book gets involved. Barney gives a detailed account, but leaves out the beings. He’s afraid of being labeled unstable. Then the dreams begin. About two weeks later, Betty starts having them. Not ordinary dreams. Nightmares. Structured. Repetitive. They include the abduction.

She writes them down. Doesn’t tell Barney directly. Later, during hypnosis, everything comes back in a different way. This is where Kathleen’s work really centers. She explains how the hypnosis sessions were conducted separately. With amnesia imposed afterward so neither of them knew what they’d said.

And yet their accounts match. In detail. In sequence. In ways that contradict Betty’s dreams. Different number of beings. Different actions. Different emotional responses. In the hypnosis accounts, they’re terrified. Fighting. Resisting. Being physically taken. Barney feels himself dragged. Shoes hitting rocks. Betty remembers being forced onto the craft.

They’re separated. Examined. The beings are not human-looking. Not like the figures in Betty’s dreams. Hairless. Large eyes. Slit mouths. No external ears. Thin noses. They communicate with a kind of humming or mumbling sound.

hey examine their bodies. Teeth. Spine. Reproductive organs. There’s a needle used on Betty. She reacts with intense distress. During hypnosis, she’s crying, screaming. Dr. Simon has to stop the session.

Heather points out how raw those tapes are. That the emotional intensity alone suggests something real happened. Kathleen agrees. Even says the tapes she’s played publicly are toned down compared to the originals. Dr. Simon himself is conflicted. He tries to explain it as dream contamination. But he can’t fully reconcile how their accounts align so precisely. In the end, he admits he can’t disprove it. Then the story shifts again.

Public exposure.

Barney never wanted it out. He had a reputation. Civil rights work. Community leadership. A life that could be damaged by this. But in 1965, a reporter leaks the story. It runs in a Boston newspaper for five consecutive nights. It explodes. They’re overwhelmed. Media everywhere. They literally have to leave their home to get away from it. Eventually, they speak publicly. That leads to The Interrupted Journey. Then the movie adaptation.

And finally, Heather brings it back to the physical evidence.

The dress.

Betty notices a pink powder on it. Shakes it off, but stains remain. Years later, it’s analyzed. Multiple tests. No clear duplication of the staining effect. Then a deeper analysis by chemist Phyllis Budinger. She finds biological material. Protein. Natural oils that didn’t come from Betty. A bacterium that shouldn’t be there from simple storage. Her conclusion is blunt. The evidence supports Betty’s account.

And that’s where the conversation ends.

Stories like the Betty and Barney Hill abduction continue to influence how experiencers understand contact events today. For a modern perspective, read my interview with Alison Hartman about her lifelong ET experiences.

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    The Elevator Game: Creepy Urban Legend or Just Another Internet Myth?

    The Elevator Game and the Elisa Lam Connection

    The Elevator Game is a Korean urban legend that blew up in popularity thanks to the hauntingly bizarre Elisa Lam case. If you’re unfamiliar, Elisa Lam was a twenty-something Canadian woman whose body was found in a water tank on the roof of the infamous Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles. How she got to the roof—or why—is a mystery that still baffles everyone. To make things even weirder, she somehow managed to lift the tank’s heavy lid, climb inside, and strip off her clothes before her tragic end.

    And that’s just the tip of the creeptastic iceberg. If you’re ready to dive into a rabbit hole of eerie details and chilling theories, check out this video series by Brain Scratch. Fair warning: you might not sleep for a few nights because this case will get way under your skin.

    Check out my podcast about the case here:

    But the most unsettling piece of evidence? The elevator footage. If you’ve seen it (and if not, what are you even doing—scroll down and watch), you’ll know what I mean. Lam’s erratic behavior—pressing random buttons, stepping in and out of the elevator, and peeking out as if she’s hiding from someone—has fueled countless theories. One of the wildest? That she was playing the Elevator Game at the Cecil Hotel and ended up being lured to her death by some paranormal force.

    Personally, I don’t buy the supernatural angle. My take? Someone at the hotel lured her to the roof, killed her, and staged the scene to look like a tragic accident. The Cecil Hotel is no stranger to dark history, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the perpetrator got away scot-free. I think the cops probably had a suspect but didn’t have enough evidence to press charges, so they swept it under the rug and called it a day.

    Still, paranormal theories always add an extra layer of intrigue, and the Elevator Game itself is weird enough to make you wonder. The origins of the game are murky at best. The rules first surfaced on a Korean website and seemed to tie into a comic. Thankfully, some intrepid internet sleuths have translated the rules, which you can find here if you are a purist.

    For simplicity, I used Daniel Haye’s Thought Catalog post, which breaks down the steps super clearly. I cross-checked it against the other translations, and it holds up.

    HERE ARE THE RULES:

    Only one person can play at a time. You can only perform this ritual in a building at least 10 stories high with at least one elevator in it. You cannot proceed otherwise.

    Instructions:

    Traveling:

    Enter the elevator from the first floor by yourself. If anyone else gets on then understand that you cannot continue from the first floor and wait until the elevator can be taken alone.

    Press the button for the fourth floor.

    Do not get out when the elevator reaches the fourth floor. Stay in the elevator and press the button for the second floor.

    Do not get out when you reach the second floor. Stay on the elevator and then press the button for the sixth floor.

    Do not get out when you reach the sixth floor, remain in the elevator and press the button for the second floor.

    Do not get out when you reach the second floor. Stay on the elevator and press the button for the tenth floor. Some have reported hearing a voice calling to them on the second floor during this middle section of the ritual. Do not reply. Do not answer in any way.

    Do not get out once you have reached the tenth floor. Stay on and press the button for the fifth floor.

    It has been reported by some that a woman may enter the elevator on floor five. She may appear as a stranger who wishes to engage with you. More importantly, she  may appear as someone you know. It is important that you do not acknowledge her in word or glance. If the elevator you are in is reflective then stare at the floor or the buttons only.

    Now press the button to head to the first floor. If instead of going towards the first floor, you instead begin to ascend to the tenth, then you have performed the ritual correctly. However, and this is very important, if you instead descend to the first floor, then you have done something wrong. Get off on the first floor immediately. If the woman is on the elevator, then remember not to acknowledge her.

    If you reach the tenth floor, you can either stay on the elevator or exit the elevator. Some have reported that upon attempting to leave the elevator, the woman will try one last time to engage with you. She may raise her voice and ask where you are going or “what’s wrong”. She may shriek as you cross the door’s threshold. Keep your wits about you and do not engage or look at her even out of fear.

    There is only one way to know whether you have traveled to the Other world for sure. You will know because you will be the only person there.

    Traveling Back To Your Home World:

    Alternatively, if you do not exit on the 10th floor:

    Press the button for the first floor and keep pressing it until the elevator begins to move.

    Once you have reached the first floor, exit immediately. Do not exit on any other floors but the first. Do not acknowledge the woman if she is on the elevator. If anyone else gets on then do not speak to them either. Remain silent.

    If you do exit the elevator at the tenth floor:

    The elevator you used to get there is the only one you can use to return. Remember it.

    When you get back on the elevator, press the buttons in the same order you did in steps 2 through 8, which you used to travel. This should take you to the fifth floor.

    Once you have reached the fifth floor, press the button for the first floor. Do not be surprised when you instead begin to ascend again to the tenth floor. Do not panic. You can press the button of any floor lower than ten to stop ascending but you have to do it before you again reach the tenth floor. Some have described feeling called not to cancel the elevator’s ascension. You must.

    Once you have canceled the ascension and reached the first floor, make sure that everything seems normal to you. If anything seems remotely strange. If you hear anything you should not be hearing. If you smell something you don’t recognize then do not exit the elevator. You have to repeat step two until everything on the first floor seems normal. This is very important.

    Once you are satisfied that everything on the first floor is as it should be in your world, then you can exit the elevator.

    If you do decide to play, please report back. And if you end up on the “other side,” make sure to let us know what it’s like. Good luck—you’re gonna need it.

    If strange phenomena and thoughtforms fascinate you, check out my article on the Crescent Hotel thoughtform and modern egregores.

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    Ozark Mountain UFO Conference, Remote Viewing, Propaganda, and the Very Weird Art of Predicting Your Own Future Conversation

    The Ozark Mountain UFO Conference Experience

    I’ve been to enough paranormal conferences to know the drill. Big names. Big claims. Hallway gossip. Someone selling starseed DNA activations next to a table of alien plushies.

    That’s part of the charm. But the real magic at these events usually isn’t on stage. It’s in the weird side conversations. The people doing fascinating work under the radar.

    The paranormal field has a propaganda problem. Not necessarily in the cartoon-villain sense. More in the “good luck figuring out what’s signal versus noise” sense. If you’ve spent any time in UFO circles, you already know this.

    Narratives shift. Stories evolve.

    People who once said one thing suddenly say something completely different ten years later. Government agencies muddy the waters. The media dramatizes everything. Researchers develop pet theories and then start seeing those theories everywhere. So when I go to conferences, I’m often less interested in the celebrity speakers and more interested in the people quietly doing strange, thoughtful work without a PR machine attached.

    That’s where things tend to get interesting.

    If you’ve never been to Eureka Springs, it’s hard to explain. Imagine Sedona’s weirder cousin who drinks moon water, talks to trees, and definitely knows where the portal is. Water runs under the town. Quartz is everywhere. The terrain feels layered. Dense. Charged. It’s one of those places that doesn’t feel passive. It feels interactive.

    PrinCess Jeanee from the FarSight Institute gave a presentation on scientific remote viewing.

    Remote viewing fascinates me because it operates very differently from how I naturally work.

    Tarot…. Easy.

    Channeling….Fine.

    Psychic impressions…. Sure.

    Remote viewing….

    That’s where my brain starts flipping tables because remote viewing requires precision. Discipline. Neutral observation. No interpretation. No symbolic riffing. Which sounds great in theory. Until your brain is basically a raccoon with a crystal addiction.

    During her talk, PrinCess discussed what she described as soul traps. I nearly levitated out of my chair. Because thirteen years earlier, I had an experience I’ve never fully explained. I was in Arizona. Something happened in that weird liminal state between sleep and not-sleep. A metallic spinning sound. The sensation of time collapsing.

    Then my floor opened. Below me was what looked like a mass of screaming, energetic beings reaching upward. Not metaphorically. Viscerally. Terrifyingly. I never forgot it. And suddenly this woman was describing something eerily similar. At the end of the session, we did a target exercise. I focused. Meditated.Did the thing. And what did I see?

    Aliens.

    A cluster of weird alien figures gathered around a black chair like they were auditioning for the Mos Eisley cantina band.

    The actual target: The pyramids.

    So obviously, I assumed I had completely blown it.

    Spoiler: apparently not.

    Later, after a series of delays, missed timing, and random meandering through the vendor area, I finally sat down to talk with PrinCess. And right there in front of her? Alien head stickers. Clustered around her chair.Almost exactly like what I had seen.

    Cue record scratch.

    Instead of remote viewing the assigned target, I may have physically picked up a future interaction. Which is deeply on-brand for me. She even agreed that what happened was bizarre. Because technically, I did focus on her. Just maybe too literally. A month later, at another paranormal event in the exact same venue, I met someone involved in CE5 and alien contact work.

    Behind him? Artwork showing alien beings gathered around a chair.

    Again.

    Same energy. Same visual theme.

    Then a guided meditation brought through imagery involving Orion. Later, his presentation centered on Orion. And then I discovered the Orion-pyramid connection. Which meant my “wrong” remote viewing session may have looped back into the original target after all. If that sounds like a conspiracy corkboard with red string, congratulations, you’ve understood the assignment.

    That’s the question.

    Was it remote viewing?

    Precognition?

    Pattern recognition?

    Synchronicity?

    Psychic leakage?

    A very elaborate subconscious narrative structure? I’m not here to hand you a neat answer in a gift bag. I’m here because weird things happened, they formed a coherent pattern, and that pattern became impossible to ignore.

    That’s what this episode explores. The conference itself. The politics of paranormal information. Remote viewing. Alien contact theory.The slipperiness of perception. And the strange way certain experiences seem to build on each other until you’re forced to ask whether reality is more interactive than we’ve been taught.

    Listen to the full episode. Then tell me if you think I missed the target. Or if the target was never what I thought it was.

    If you’re interested in the strange connections that emerged during the Ozark Mountain UFO Conference, you may also enjoy my article on the Hopkinsville Goblins encounter, where folklore, UFOs, and high strangeness collide in one of America’s most enduring mysteries.

  • He’s Not Your Twin Flame. It’s Probably Just Trauma.

    Why Twin Flame Relationships Feel So Intense

    When you grow up in chaos, your idea of love gets shaped by who neglects you the least and who mirrors your desperation the best. You don’t look for safety. You look for someone who makes the pain feel familiar.

    That ache in your chest? That burning in your gut? You think it means you’re home. You think it’s fate. You think it’s your Twin Flame.

    It’s not.

    It’s trauma, repackaged in cosmic gift wrap, stamped with spiritual jargon, and delivered straight to your nervous system like a karmic Amazon package you never meant to order.

    In the thick of it, you swear the connection is destiny. You tell yourself the way they feel like home must be divine. You think the visions, the synchronicities, the overwhelming intensity has to mean something bigger. You think the fact that you can’t stop thinking about them is proof. The fact that you always come back to each other is proof. That the pain is part of the plan, that suffering is sacred.

    You Google the stages. You find them all.

    Recognition.

    Awakening.

    Separation.

    Runner.

    Chaser.

    You start seeing angel numbers on receipts and hearing songs on the radio that make you cry in your car. You tell your friends it’s not about being with them, it’s about the journey. You write journal entries like they’re scripture, and you call it fate.

    But deep down, you’re waiting. Always waiting. For a text. For a change. For them to finally get it. For the next portal. For the reunion. For your reward.

    You start excusing behavior that should’ve ended the story at chapter two. You stay because you saw it in a dream. You stay because you pulled The Lovers. You stay because you cast a spell, and you’re waiting for it to work. You stay because he called you his mirror once while high on your energy, and that was the closest thing to intimacy he could give you. You stay because you want it to mean something.

    But here’s the truth no one wants to say out loud.

    Intensity is not intimacy.

    Chemistry is not compatibility.

    Spiritual signs are not receipts.

    Love is a verb. It’s consistent. It shows up. It texts back. It doesn’t breadcrumb you between breakups and blame the moon. It doesn’t dip in and out of your life like you’re a spiritual rest stop. It doesn’t require you to break into a thousand pieces just to prove you’re whole.

    Twin flames as a concept didn’t always mean this. The original idea had more to do with soul integration than codependent longing. But somewhere along the way, it became a way to spiritualize dysfunction.

    It became a way to keep chasing people who don’t want to be caught. It became a way to avoid grief. Because if he’s your twin flame, then it’s not rejection. It’s the separation phase. If he ghosted you, it’s because he’s your runner. If you’re sobbing alone for the fifth time this month, it’s because you’re the awakened one, and he just hasn’t done the work yet.

    But he’s not doing the work.

    And you’re not awakening.

    You’re looping.

    I believed it too. I thought that anytime I had a vision, anytime I felt something psychic, anytime the energy was intense, it had to be something important. I used to say things like, “I want to climb inside your body and dissolve into our frequencies, becoming one.”

    I thought I was being poetic. I was just dissociating through intimacy. It took me a long time to figure out I wasn’t in love with him. I was in love with the version of him I made up. The myth I built. The narrative I nourished.

    I thought if I felt deeply, it had to be real. If I hurt, it had to be true. If it kept repeating, it had to be fated.

    But cycles aren’t sacred. They’re just cycles.

    And if the connection only exists when you do all the work, if he only shows up when his life is burning down, if he calls you cosmic but never calls you back, that’s not a twin flame. That’s a person who benefits from your belief in magic more than they benefit from your actual presence.

    You are not here to be love’s unpaid intern, hoping to get promoted to Girlfriend 1.0 in the next lifetime. You are not here to be someone’s psychic rehab. You are not here to turn red flags into prayer flags.

    You are here to heal.

    You are here to name what was never love.

    You are here to stop calling the wound a soulmate.

    I’ve burned journals over this. Literal flame. Literal tears. I’ve sat in liminal spaces asking the universe for signs, begging it to prove I wasn’t wrong. That he would come back. That I didn’t waste years of my life believing in something that was never real. But the only sign I ever needed was my own body. My own heart, screaming at me that I was doing too much, asking too little, and calling it divine.

    This post isn’t just about one man. It’s about every avoidant, emotionally constipated, spirit-anointed placeholder I ever mistook for the one. It’s about every time I thought longing was love. Every time I ignored my gut in favor of a tarot spread. Every time, I convinced myself that someone was sent by the universe when, really they were just available enough to trigger my inner child and distant enough to keep the fantasy alive.

    He’s not your twin flame.

    He’s probably just trauma.

    And even if he was your twin flame, so what? You still deserve peace. You still deserve joy. You still deserve love that doesn’t make you beg.

    Burn the script. Burn the journal. Burn the spell.

    Build an altar for your healing, not your fantasy.

    Let it go.

    Let you go.

    Because that’s where the real magic is.

    Still waiting for a text that never comes?
    Still pulling The Lovers and calling it “a sign” when he’s really just allergic to accountability?

    Let’s get brutally clear:
    If he only shows up during Mercury retrograde, if your intuition is screaming but you keep lighting candles “just in case,” if you’re stuck in a loop of waiting, hurting, and calling it spiritual growth…

    He’s not your Twin Flame. He’s just emotionally unavailable.

    You don’t need another fantasy. You need answers.

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    Stop decoding breadcrumbs. Start divining receipts.

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    Childhood Paranormal Experiences: Family Curses, And Why Aliens Might Be Messing With Us

    Childhood Paranormal Experiences and Family Patterns

    Childhood paranormal experiences are easy to dismiss when you’re young. Adults call them imagination. Nightmares. Overactive minds. But what happens when multiple people in the same family grow up having strange encounters, seeing unusual things, and sharing experiences that don’t fit neatly into any conventional explanation? In this conversation, the Woodward sisters compare notes on ghosts, psychic experiences, family stories, UFO encounters, and the weird moments that followed us from childhood into adulthood.

    This episode is exactly what happens when you put three psychic sisters in a room and ask them to talk about childhood paranormal experiences. The question we start with is the big one.

    Why did we have so many paranormal experiences growing up?

    No one knows. Maybe it’s the old family witch stories. Maybe it’s unresolved generational trauma. Maybe it’s because our parents were too distracted fighting with each other to notice the children communing with spirits in the hallway. We grew up Baptist but also somehow feral and psychic. Ghosts were treated the same as burnt toast. You point it out, the adults shrug, and everyone goes on with their day.

    From there, each of us takes turns unpacking our earliest memories.

    Sarah goes first with the dead cat sitting on her chest, fully formed and warm, even though they had buried it days earlier. Her brain took a few seconds to catch up: oh right, that cat is dead. It blinked, stared, existed, and then vanished. Later, she remembers full-body hallucination episodes where people morphed into each other in front of her, but that was during the infamous stoner-night portal she and Rachel accidentally opened at the Chrisman house. THC plus two psychic teenagers equals shape-shifting cousins. Classic.

    Rachel’s experiences revolve around faces layered on faces. Since childhood, she’s always seen another image superimposed over the person talking to her. Masculine, androgynous, sharp eyes watching through her. She’s the one who shared the portal story: sitting across from their cousins while their faces melted, swapped bone structure, and turned into other people entirely. Both sisters saw the exact same thing at the exact same time, silently, for ten minutes straight. No one else in the room noticed a thing.

    Rachel also had a couple of strange physical encounters. A man at the Renaissance Faire grabbed her hand and wouldn’t let go—no one else saw him. A palm reader once took one look at her lines, went pale, shut the hand, backed away, and refused to explain. She avoided Rachel the rest of the night and fled the hotel the next morning. Rachel spent years half-convinced she died in the car crash and is living on borrowed time.

    I share my first memory too. Five years old, Santa Rosa Street. An enormous glowing winged being in the back room with eyes blinking independently across its feathers. I talked to it like it was a spirit guide. It never scared me, just startled me with how intense it looked. Later, I nearly fell off the Grand Canyon following… something. My mom claims I actually did fall and was pushed back by something unseen. It fits the theme of our childhood: children running wild, almost dying constantly, yet somehow protected.

    We talk about inherited fear. Rachel and Sarah both had childhood terror about being taken in the dark. Blanket burrowing. Nightlights. Worm-tunnels made of quilts as a defense system. Both of them have water fears, too. Meanwhile, I’m the weirdo who takes showers in the dark and walks around the house without lights on.

    There’s a lot of talk about telepathy. All three of us did it. Rachel used to hear people’s thoughts as external voices. I used telepathy to call my son home when he was little; he’d stomp upstairs, annoyed that I was “in his head.” Rachel used to dream-interrogate her partners without meaning to and start fights the next day based on conversations that only happened on the astral plane. Empath hell.

    Then we drift into the Santa Rosa house hauntings. Wet footprints that appeared out of nowhere. A bearded man in the bathroom who vanished when Dad came running. A face that showed up in the glass door at random hours. Kitchen footsteps pacing back and forth all night. Dad’s houses were always more haunted than Mom’s.

    Someone in the audience asked whether we believed in a “father’s curse”—the idea of generational depression or misfortune moving down the male line. We talk about trauma inheritance, both sides of the family, and the long line of dysfunction, violence, and emotional damage that gets passed around like heirlooms. There’s also the longstanding rumor in our family that the women are cursed to be single. It tracks. Nobody’s married, nobody stays with anyone, and the teepee ritual our relatives did decades ago didn’t fix shit.

    Then the alien abduction bomb gets dropped, because of course it does. Rachel remembers sleep-paralysis episodes at the Chrisman house. I explain the research linking female abductees to later cancers and hysterectomies. Sarah immediately goes, “Oh shit,” because she lost her ovaries in three separate surgeries. One surgeon even said she talked to him during anesthesia—about what, he refuses to say. The tumor they removed had hair and teeth, basically trying to grow itself into something else. We joke about aliens, but the pattern fits way too well.

    We end the episode laughing about microchips, South Park jokes, and who’s getting abducted next. Sarah volunteers as tribute because she’s “not fertile anymore.” Classic Sarah exit line.

    That’s the episode. A full tour through our childhood encounters, psychic wiring, generational weirdness, hauntings, portals, curses, fears, and maybe a few UFO-adjacent medical mysteries. Just another Tuesday in the Woodward family.

    Childhood paranormal experiences often leave people searching for answers later in life. If you’re interested in lifelong encounters with the unexplained, you may also enjoy my interview with Alison Hartman about her decades of ET contact experiences.

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    Jeffrey Epstein Tarot Reading: Revisiting a 2019 Prediction

    The Original Jeffrey Epstein Tarot Reading

    In 2019, I conducted a Jeffrey Epstein tarot reading shortly after news broke of his alleged suicide. Years later, I revisited that reading to see how the symbolism, predictions, and impressions held up against what later emerged.

    Back in 2019, when Jeffrey Epstein allegedly died, something felt off. Not in a vague “conspiracy TikTok” way. In a very specific, prickly, something-does n’t-line-up kind of way.

    So I did what I do. I pulled cards.

    At the time, there was no polished narrative. No cleaned-up timeline. Just raw instinct, a live reading, and a group of people throwing their own interpretations into the mix. It was messy. Collaborative. Weirdly cohesive. And now, years later, looking back at that session, the unsettling part isn’t what felt speculative.

    It’s what suddenly became true.

    Tarot usually doesn’t dodge death. When someone is dead, the symbolism tends to show up fast and loud. That didn’t happen here. Instead, what came through was movement. Not metaphorical movement.Physical relocation. Something is being taken from point A to point B. Cards like the Six of Swords and repeated “8” symbolism pointed to travel, transition, and shifting location. The kind of movement that feels coordinated, not chaotic.

    Layered on top of that were images and impressions of:

    Stairs

    Hallways

    Underground activity

    Back-channel operations. Decisions made out of sight. Conversations are happening where no one is supposed to be listening. The energy wasn’t “this ended.”It was “this was handled.” The reading paints Epstein less as a lone operator and more like a liability that outlived his usefulness.

    There’s a clear sense of escalation. He had been protected before. That much comes through strongly. The reading references his earlier legal leniency as a pattern, not an anomaly. He wasn’t new to this game. He was comfortable inside it.

    But something shifted. The cards suggest he reached a point where he knew too much
    He was willing to talk. Or at minimum, he was no longer controllable

    That combination turns a protected asset into a threat. And once that happens, the outcome stops being about justice.It becomes about containment. There are repeated indicators of assistance, especially from a female figure who is positioned not as a passive participant, but as someone strategic. Intelligent. Involved in logistics and decision-making.

    A collaborator.

    Beyond that, the reading expands outward into a network. Not a neat, labeled organization you can point to and say “that’s it,” but something more fluid.

    A cluster of influence.

    Wealth

    Politics

    Sexual leverage

    Mutual protection

    The kind of ecosystem where everyone has something on everyone else. And once you’re in that system, leaving cleanly isn’t really an option.

    One of the strongest impressions from the reading is that whatever happened, it wasn’t meant to be clearly understood.

    There’s a deliberate fog.

    Missing footage

    Contradictory details

    Gaps that shouldn’t exist

    The reading specifically points to the existence of documentation, especially video or audio, that either won’t be released or will surface in a limited, strategic way. The reading doesn’t insist he survived in the traditional sense. It suggests something stranger.

    That he is “gone” in a way that removes him from public access, but not necessarily through the clean, final mechanism we were given. It leaves room for multiple interpretations:

    A staged death

    A controlled removal

    A delayed execution

    Or a relocation under protection or coercion

    The point isn’t which one is correct. The point is that the energy around it doesn’t match a straightforward suicide. There’s a strong sense that whatever moves he made toward the end, they weren’t passive. They weren’t resigned.

    They were strategic. Almost vindictive. As if he knew he was going down and decided he wasn’t going alone. That introduces a different layer to everything that followed. Because if he positioned information before he was removed, then the real story isn’t just what happened to him. It’s what he set in motion before he disappeared.

    Looking back, a few details from the reading line up in ways that are hard to ignore:

    The missing or compromised surveillance footage, the increasing public awareness of broader networks tied to him
    The continued ambiguity around the official narrative. The slow drip of information instead of full transparency. None of those proves anything on their own. But together, they reinforce the same pattern the reading pointed to:

    We are not being shown the full picture.

    If you’re interested in how tarot can be used to examine major events and collective narratives, you might also enjoy my article Tarot Predictions, Presidential Drama & A Little Magic: The Story of the 2024 Election.

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    He’s on a Mission from God: Trump, the New Apostolic Reformation, and the Seven Mountain Mandate Explained

    How the New Apostolic Reformation Became a Political Force

    The New Apostolic Reformation has become one of the most influential movements in modern Christian nationalism.

    On Truth Social, Donald Trump dropped a picture that felt like it came straight out of a Christian nationalist fever dream. In the image, Trump stands under a beam of divine light, captioned with the phrase: “He’s on a mission from God. Nothing can stop what is coming.”

    If you haven’t been knee-deep in the twisted theopolitical underbelly of America, you might think this is just Trump being dramatic. But this wasn’t for casual scroll-ers. This was a coded signal to his base, particularly those aligned with the New Apostolic Reformation (NAR) and the Seven Mountain Mandate (7M).

    A TikTok creator picked up on the image and pointed out the red flags, mainly how dictators have historically used divine mandates to justify power grabs. All true. But what he missed is the deeper machinery at play. He didn’t connect it to the 7M Movement or the NAR. Without that framework, the image just looks like a narcissistic stunt.

    But it’s not just about ego. It’s about (so-called) prophecy.

    The Seven Mountain Mandate is a dominionist strategy that says Christians must take over seven sectors of society: government, education, media, religion, family, business, and arts/entertainment.

    Trump, knowingly or not, has been adopted as their end-times CEO. The NAR believes apostles and prophets should control the church and influence nations. Trump fits into their narrative as a flawed vessel used by God. Their King Cyrus with an orange tan.

    From my podcast Unmasking the 7M Movement:

    “The Seven Mountain Mandate isn’t about being good Christians. It’s about replacing democracy with theocracy. Period.”

    Trump’s spiritual advisor, Paula White, is a prominent NAR leader. She’s the one who summoned “angels from Africa” to protect Trump in 2020. She’s the queen of prosperity gospel mixed with authoritarian thirst.

    Paula White once declared that attempts to impeach Trump were “an affront to God’s plan.” These people aren’t speaking in metaphors. They are drafting policy based on prophecy.

    From my podcast: Theosophy Unmasked:

    “They talk about spiritual warfare, but what they really mean is silencing dissent. They want control, not communion.”

    Let’s go back to 2020. When Trump’s campaign felt the heat, his supporters didn’t just campaign. They opened prayer war rooms. Actual intercessory war rooms where people fasted, prophesied, and called on heaven to reinstate Trump.

    These people believe this is a war between God and the deep state. Between holy justice and demonic influence. They think Trump is part of a divine timeline.

    And the documentary Praying for Armageddon spells it all out. The film is a brutal, unflinching documentary that reveals how American evangelicals are driving foreign policy with one goal in mind: to fulfill biblical prophecy and bring about the End Times. It tracks the powerful Christian Zionist networks who believe that war in the Middle East, especially involving Israel, is not just inevitable but necessary for Christ to return.

    The film follows pastors, political operatives, and lobbyists who treat global conflict as a spiritual strategy. And despite its sharp research and haunting footage, it couldn’t land a distribution deal in the United States. No major platform wanted to touch it. European distributors picked it up instead, which says a lot about the level of denial or complicity happening on this side of the ocean.

    From my podcast: Decoding Praying for Armageddon:

    “These folks aren’t praying for peace. They’re praying for prophecy to unfold. And that prophecy ends in war.”

    Let’s talk about their playbook. Project 2025 is a 920-page dominionist fantasy from the Heritage Foundation that outlines how to gut the federal government and rebuild it into a theocracy. Trump claims he has nothing to do with it. Meanwhile, he’s running it like it’s his cheat sheet.

    If you haven’t read it, buckle up. It reads like fan fiction for dominionists. It’s backed by the same forces pushing for biblical law, mass surveillance of “deviants,” and total cultural dominance.

    From my podcast: Unmasking the 7M Movement:

    “This is a shadow government in waiting. They aren’t hiding it. They’re just counting on you not reading 920 pages of theocratic garbage.”

    Now enter the TACO trade debacle. TACO: Trump Always Chickens Out. A Wall Street critique turned viral meme.

    The Financial Times coined the phrase to mock Trump’s habit of talking big on tariffs, then backtracking. Traders started gaming the cycle. Tariffs go up, stocks fall, Trump caves, stocks rise. Rinse. Repeat.

    Then a reporter brought it up in the Oval Office. Trump lost it. Called it a “nasty question.” He got visibly rattled. And just like that, Taco Trump was born.

    The internet wrapped him in foil. Gave him maracas. Turned him into a crunchy, memeable combo plate.

    Trump’s tariffs got slapped down by the courts. (Now there’s a temporary stay.) Protests are swelling. The memes are relentless. His campaign is fumbling. He’s taking L after L.

    So what does he do?

    He posts a photo declaring he’s on a mission from God. (And let’s not forget his Pope LARPing pic)

    It’s not subtle. It’s not random. It’s a reminder to his followers that this isn’t about elections or indictments or tacos. It’s about divine destiny. Every blow he takes is just another chapter in the Book of Trump.

    From my podcast: Theosophy Unmasked:

    “When Trump gets mocked, his base sees it as persecution. He’s not embarrassed. He’s exalted.”

    This isn’t just a culture war. It’s a religious war being waged in plain sight.

    You’re not dealing with Trump the politician. You’re dealing with Trump the symbol. Trump the vessel. Trump the prophecy fulfillment.

    The GOP has been overtaken by theocrats. Speaker Mike Johnson has deep ties to the NAR. Lauren Boebert has echoed Seven Mountain rhetoric from the pulpit. Marjorie Taylor Greene quotes scripture like policy and has openly claimed that America should be governed by Christian law. These are not outliers. They are shaping legislation and mainstream narratives.

    Their agenda is crystal clear. Dismantle secular government. Replace it with “biblical values.” Control the judiciary. Undermine education. Erase queer and trans existence. Roll back women’s rights. Crush dissent. This is not about moral concern. It is about consolidating power through a spiritual framework that justifies authoritarianism.

    They are not interested in coexistence. They want domination. In their worldview, God’s rule takes precedence over constitutional law. Their mission is not to govern. It is to conquer. And they believe they are divinely mandated to do so.

    I’ve been sounding the alarm for years on my podcast. Every episode lays out another piece of the puzzle.

    This is your wake-up call.

    And that picture is not just propaganda. It is the altar.

    Why You Need to Listen to These Three Podcasts

    Unmasking the 7M Movement: The Cult, the Power, the Agenda
    If you’ve never heard of the Seven Mountain Mandate, this is the episode to start with. It breaks down how a group of charismatic evangelicals plan to take over seven sectors of society—government, education, media, and more—all in the name of Christ. This is not a metaphor. It’s a step-by-step strategy for turning the U.S. into a theocracy. Trump is their poster child, but he’s just the beginning.

    Theosophy Unmasked: Spiritual Elitism and the Rise of Dominionism
    This one pulls the curtain back on how old-school esoteric language—Ascended Masters, chosen ones, divine missions—has been hijacked by authoritarian spiritual leaders. We connect the dots between culty woo-woo hierarchies and Christian dominionism. It’s not just the church doing this. It’s self-proclaimed prophets, influencers, and spiritual CEOs pushing theocracy in crystal disguise.

    Decoding Praying for Armageddon
    This episode unpacks the explosive documentary that reveals how evangelical powerbrokers are influencing U.S. foreign policy in the name of biblical prophecy. We talk prayer war rooms, Jerusalem, and the terrifying belief that chaos in the Middle East is a necessary step to bring Jesus back. If you think this is just fringe fanaticism, think again. These are people advising presidents.

    Interested in how belief systems, thoughtforms, and collective narratives shape reality? You might also enjoy my article on the Crescent Hotel thoughtform and the power of modern egregores.