In this sighting reconstruction, Ian details his view with exact fore and background as he viewed the orange disc cross the sky.


Sighting a UFO is something many people want to experience, but do not get the chance. When sighting a UFO (Unidentified Flying Object), it is usually a quite unnerving experience. Consequently, one scrambles to get the sighting on camera for at least a snapshot, if not a short video. In the past, before the advent of smart phones, most individuals had not thought to keep a camera with them during the normal course of daily living. Nowadays, the opposite is true. Truly, most people have a phone with cameras, Internet, and other fantastic tools at their disposal on a daily basis.

With 21st century technology in full swing where someone can just click and shoot whatever they fancy, as it were. It is no doubt why sighting UFO’s or UAP’s (Unidentified Aerial Phenomena) are becoming more numerous. Also, the quality of the UFO sighting is more clear than in the past. As with older investigations, a small percentage of sightings cannot be explained.


On the down side, there are those individuals (or groups) of people who are adept at trickery. With modern technology, faking a sighting is easier to do than ever. The reasons to perpetrate such hoaxes are still pretty much the same. People utilize CGI (Computer Generated Imagery), as well as, Photoshop (and other software) to create their nefarious deeds of deception.

Sometimes, there are persons of good, honest stature who have experienced a sighting of a craft that they cannot explain. Three friends wanted to share what they saw in this article. One of them said using his real name was just fine. They gave Universal Digest permission to publish their events here. One person, due to the sensitivity of their position in a career has chosen to use a pseudonym. This writer is preserving the anonymity with appreciation on allowing his sighting and accounting of experiences.

Contact was initiated on the Facebook social media format in early 2018. To complete such projects, as these, it normally takes over a year. Some events are very sensitive in nature and many years have passed before making these events public.


This is my story, as brief that it is. I was living in Golden Colorado around the turn of the 21st century.

One evening I went out to get a breath of fresh air and as always looked up at the beautiful night sky, but, this night was a wee bit different. I observed an object, a bright light falling from the sky at a high rate of speed from my perception. Suddenly it stopped, hovered a few seconds, then took off at an acute angle at high velocity and left my sight. I’ve never ever seen anything move that fast. This was a controlled craft of some kind, in my opinion, and clearly artificially created. Nothing natural could do what I observed.

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Tim was unable to take any pictures of both sightings. He states the craft made sudden, intelligent movements. It was an artificially made vehicle of some kind.

I have had one more experience, but, I’m not sure how to describe it. Do you think it would be big if you saw it from over a 100+ miles away from peaking from behind the clouds? This second one is a little foggy to remember. All I remember is the enormity of it.


Many years ago, Ian was outside his home one evening in a clear, starlit sky. He raced into his home to get his camera and returned to gain a few shots. Unfortunately, he has been unable to find his photographs in storage. Therefore, he complied a two-photo reconstruction of the orange, saucer-type craft he saw that evening.

Here they are. The background he photographed was the same as his original sighting.

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In this sighting reconstruction, Ian details his view with exact fore and background as he viewed the orange disc cross the sky.

It was about 2 am but I don’t really know the size; it is difficult to know. I just know how big it looked in the sky like in the picture reconstruction, I would just be making up a size, but it could be 50 feet to 100 feet across. This is the one where I looked up in the area of the Big Dipper and saw it, again.

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Ian reconstructs this image of the orange disc as it appeared in the big dipper constellation area.

To sum it up, I believe it may be more towards the 50 foot end, but that’s a guess.

I don’t have much experience with estimating the size of things in the sky.


The first and third UFO I had seen (at age 2.5, and about 4 years-old) looked like a shallow triangle shaped like a sting ray (sort of) and glowed in a pale cream colored white in it’s entirety! I sensed something living or sentient. It had its edges slightly turned up. The following photos (shown below) remind me of what I saw…this slowly moved directly over me as my family camped out. My oldest sister remembers one of those occasions (she is 13 years older than me).

The second and fourth UFO I saw looked more like the traditional ‘Sport Model’ one. The first instance was when I was 3-4 years old while my family was watching JFK’s funeral…it flew over our house…I was playing in the front room and it seemed to call me over to see it. The next time I was 11.5 years old, and it was landing/hovering out in the field next to my house. It looked mostly like these photos, and had a glowing plasma shining under it when it hovered in the field apparently waiting for me.


About the mass abduction, during the Springtime when I was 10 years-old, I helped my neighbor friends (brothers two years and three years older than me respectively) build (what we called) a cabin. It was out in the woods in back of their dad’s dairy farm (a mile from anyone’s house). The cabin was, essentially, 4 feet by 8 feet and the walls were 3.5 feet high. The ridge pole stood at about 6 feet. It kept the cows from trampling us while we were there. We chopped down some trees and lashed them Lincoln-Log-style together with bailing twine. There was a 4 inch gap between ‘logs’ and an open roof with a ridge-pole that we could throw a tarp over in case it rained.


Our intention was to spend as much time out there that next summer camping and playing in the woods, as possible. The night of the abduction was the first and the last time we went out there.

On the way back home the next morning three of the four other kids remembered what happened, but eventually said (as we walked through the field, that ‘it never happened’. I think they realized they would be ridiculed if they said something. The last one (my best friend at the time) took two weeks to succumb to pier pressure, and finally deny that it happened. So, if it didn’t happen, and it was just out imagination, why didn’t we go back?

I actually did (accidentally) return a few years later while riding one of their horses to bring in the cows from straggling in the woods. Running into the cabin, I suddenly remembered everything! I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Without a doubt they (friends) would not want to recall those events. I have lost track of them over the years. Sorry, it must remain unsubstantiated, as I do not wish to get in contact with them. It’s been most of my life past. We had a falling out a couple years after that.

The mass abduction (with my friends at age 10.5) looked like a bunch of colorful swirling lights.


Photo 1: The glow was like this, only it covered the entire craft that I could see (only the bottom) and was cream colored and was glowing but didn’t hurt my eyes.

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As they craft was moving away, Paul states this is how it looked in motion before it disappeared.

Photo 2-3: This was the general shape of it, only I don’t remember it being quite as thick. This was more like the shape of it, but the tail wasn’t as long. In fact, it had that central point at the rear, but just barely. (Click on any image to view separately)

Photo 4: It was duller looking than this and didn’t reflect like this does, but it reminds me of it.

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This is more like what Paul saw where he said this sighting was more like the ‘sport’ model craft.

Photo 5: It was slightly larger than this depiction.

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Here is a rendition of what Paul called a ‘sport’ model craft he saw in another of his encounters.


Most of the time, I don’t remember seeing the craft(s) or the entities during my abductions, but knew I was. There are others in my family who have had similar experiences. My child remembers almost identical abductions by his ‘teachers’ (human looking people who communicated telepathically, and who showed him things that would be coming in the future).

Snip from FB Chat: The ‘Manta’ shaped craft that floated over me at two different occasions when I was very young. It looked more like the pictures above only flat on the bottom (not like the bump on the top) and the edges of the tips of the wings curved up slightly at the very tips. So, this is pretty much what it looked like. Notice the rear of the wings each have a “U” shape, that meets in the middle at a point.


As mentioned above, there are so many reliable, honest, and objective persons who have had significant experiences regarding unexplained aerial events, as well as, actual abductions. We here at Universal Digest are pleased to bring you these events.

Substantiated or not, it takes a lot of internal fortitude to come forward to share their stories with the public. Most often, their reasons are quite altruistic. Further, when they do share there is a common thread of thought; here it is, take it or leave it (author’s loose connotation).

Thank you all for reading. Please note, almost every article of this nature published here takes an average of one or more years of research to produce.

Universal Digest is pleased to provide articles from varied sources. Some articles require minor editing; however, the original value of content remains unchanged. The author’s subject matter and/or opinion is not necessarily the opinion of this website, it’s contributing authors, assigns, or sponsors.


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Sphere of influence recounting from Bill Savard on Messenger today.

Sphere of influence was the major point of this article. William (Bill) Savard is a retired business owner whose daughter has taken the reigns of company. Bill is a humble, yet proud man who loves his family. He also speaks so positive of an incredibly good family situation, over the years. It is an honor to be part of this exclusive interview. What follows is the content of our one-on-one chat on Messenger. We are friends in social media, as well. And, I might add, this successful businessman is not only enjoyable in conversation, his recounting of events are riveting.

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Bill Savard recounts his 1961 two-minute experience of the sphere he approached. Every time he move to touch the sphere, it kept an equal distance from the original encounter.

It took over two months to finally get to where we were in position to connect. Today, it happened and as mentioned; it was an energetic conversation. Bill’s passion of his encounter was apparent. Even after repetitive questions during the video interview, his story was rock-solid, on all counts. Please bear in mind, although, I may be repetitious, William Savard has been completely reticent to make this public until now.

Here is the essence of our interview:

It was night-time. William and his brother were watching television. The living room window was about 20 degrees or so to the right of them and the door was at 90 degrees to the left of where they were sitting. They both noticed a glowing, white sphere just outside the window. It looked like a ‘soft-white’ light bulb; however, it was much larger than one. They both rose from the couch to view it. Bill was drawn outside without any memory of why this was happening. Bill’s brother remained inside to witness (through the window) the sphere’s activity while Bill continued outside (the door somehow, no memory) to approach the sphere. When he saw the sphere up close, no more than a fingertip or so away in the driveway, he was overcome with a very positive and alluring desire to touch it. He knew it was benevolent and he felt awash of a positive feeling. He kept staring at it. At every attempt to touch the ‘bowling ball’ sized sphere, it would move off to just the same distance he was able to approach it. Then, he found himself near a shed or type of storage building where the neighbor had a fence and a huge open field. Bill, feeling so pleasant and fulfilled at encountering the sphere, he wanted to attempt in any way possible to touch it and in sum, get as close as possible. His recounting was such an experience of love and caring to an extent he could hardly explain. Then, when he climbed the fence to further approach the sphere, it rose immediately and disappeared, suddenly. He knew what he saw and his brother stood witness to the encounter. Although, both were rather stunned, when Bill returned to their home where inside his brother just stood, he asked him if he had seen what happened. His brother seemed to be in an almost trance-like state and just said, yeah, I did. After an almost hypnotic state, his brother returned to normal and both did not speak of it, again. To date, it has not been a discussion issue until recently, where William Savard wanted to reach out, but didn’t know how. His brother is no longer with us so such an interview in tandem could not be affected.

To date, William (Bill) Savard has had no further experience. He has lived with this in almost silence, except for his family, in discussion.

Bill stated that somehow he feels his brother was meant to just be a witness to verify his story. Also, he wants this event to be made public. He keeps asking himself, ‘Why me?’ He really wants to know and is inviting anyone who wants to comment to please share what they think.

Bill’s interest has peaked to the point he wants to know where to go to the best conferences and conventions on the subject of unidentified flying objects, aerial objects, extraterrestrials and any kind of related areas. Please feel free to comment below. He would appreciate it.

Author note: Although, this is my professional opinion, I concur to the above accounting as being true and accurate. William Savard has assented to give a public accounting of his own volition.

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After the sphere event, Bill Savard smiles for the camera, as he finally gets public disclosure from his life-long, silence about his incredible experience!

William (Bill) Savard is most interested in knowing who else has had such an experience? Everyone is invited to share their experiences, please. I cannot thank Bill Savard enough. He has no need to share except for what he has been compelled, personally, by want, wish, and desire to do, of his experience.

Please, respond, all those who wish to do so?

I don’t normally place this exclusive interview in such a lime light, so to speak; however, it was brought to my attention from a friend in social media who was so gentle in her approach about William Savard. Hari-Skow-Hohnl, a friend on Facebook, who as an admin in one of our groups noticed Bill Savard reaching out, but being very reticent to speak with anyone about he and his brother’s experience. So, she contacted me.

As founder and director of the website and network being produced, globally, I am more humbled than ever at the continued elevation of those who care about humanity. We can only grow from here. Thank you, all. Seriously, you magnify the humility of humanity, not just the emancipation of it. Thank you, William Savard, my friend.

Universal Digest is honored to be part of an ever-expanding development of truth in reporting real-life and historical recounting of events in our interdependent world of life. Please remember, be part of life in the world, but not part of it. To be caught up in world activity to the extent one cannot see the trees for the forest has its own ramifications. Just love, live, and learn. It’s all good.

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Kevin Halsall and Larry Hollenbeck - OGO Experience!

Experience the OGO Evolution 1. I had a chance to do just that first hand at the Abilities Expo at the LA. Convention Ctr. in late February 2018. For me, the experience was to see first hand just how much of a life changing Experience the OGO could make in my life and the lives of many others.

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Experience the Ride! Larry and Kevin together in a full picture at the Los Angeles Convention Center

First, I was impressed with the turnout, not only from the people at the show, wanting to experience the OGO but, by the OGO Agents as well. They came from California, Florida and the Yukon. All were there to test ride the OGO, lend their support and gain knowledge about the experience to pass on to their customers. I was also especially impressed with the range of disabilities the OGO is able to handle. The mobility device uses Segway technology for balance and the active seat operated by the core muscles of the rider. It’s not only for those with immobility in their legs. Although, I did not witness this first hand, through talking to people who arrived before me, I was told of a gentlemen who was a quadriplegic, who gave an impressive display on the Ogo. Quickly picking up on the sensitivity of the device, and active seat motion, he was able to balance the Ogo with little movement, while stopping to talk. Then, he turned to go with ease. Proving to all who were watching, the Ogo has a wide range of use for many disabilities. The smiles that it brought to the faces of the people who told me the story, said it all.

During a brief lull in the crowd of people at the OGO booth, I had a chance to speak with the creator of the OGO, Kevin Halsall. What came across to me in speaking with Kevin was his genuine love for what he does. He told me a wonderful story in a few words, saying that aside from working in the shop, the shows are the only vacation he gets.

Kevin told me that he is dedicated to his work, but even more revealing, was that he loves to interact with people. After all, a convention show is hardly an easy job, believe me. He loves listening, and you can see it in his face. He quickly picks up on the needs of others and stores the information for future abilities of the OGO. This way he plans and anticipates on the intricacies of how to keep improving his invention.  He is great fun to speak with and I am privileged to call him a friend. I feel we have much in common in terms of improving the human condition.

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Kevin Halsall and Larry Hollenbeck – OGO Experience!

I did find an answer to my reason for testing the OGO. One of the habits you get into while using a wheelchair is that your attention and concentration is focused on the ground, looking for obstacles to avoid, such as pebbles and even cracks in the sidewalk which your wheelchair might have trouble crossing. Not so, as it goes with this mobility device. While I was riding the OGO, that’s what I was doing, looking at the ground out of habit without thinking. Kevin noticed this, and said, ‘Larry, look up at me.’ As soon as, I looked up he started to walk in a semi circle. It was then I realized I was keeping a constant distance between us, while looking at him and not at the ground. That was my life changing moment. Skills that I had used when I was walking came back, suddenly! Skills I had not used for many years returned. It was a wonderful experience. At that moment it was all I could do, to just smile, and make a mental note.

It was not until I had a chance to reflect on the experience that it brought me to tears. The thought that such a small thing could have so much power to change my view of mobility in my life. It put me back in sync with simple walking skills I had lost.

If I had to make a description and compare my OGO experience to something, I would have to say it’s like playing pool. All of the mathematics of angles and speed are done on a subconscious level, but you don’t notice it because you’re having to much fun enjoying the game. With the OGO, the fact that you are in constant balance and using your (mental) walking skills to navigate, is so very natural you don’t think about it. You’re having to much fun enjoying the ride.

I now understand the reason the OGO team picked the phrase ‘Grab Life by the Wheels.’ Riding this most incredible mobility innovation is a natural process that puts you in touch with all of the walking skills you know and love. In fact, I feel in balance and at harmony with life. With the OGO… The horizon is much less farther away and makes life’s challenges and adventures, much more accessible.

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OGO – A new ‘roll’ of Mobility

Written By: Larry Hollenbeck

Universal Digest Contributing Author and Graphics Expert

Universal Digest is most humbled to have in league such caring and talented contributing authors. It goes without saying that Larry Hollenbeck has provided some of the most beautiful graphics for this website and for all to enjoy. Thank you, Larry and all, as we move forward as a truly blessed team in 2018 and beyond.

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Whales, Sailing, Jim Poushinsky Trips

Whales and human communication with them via ESP (Extra Sensory Perception) has long been researched and documented over the years. I was contacted regarding this phenomena and I have found it to be nothing less than extraordinary. In all due candor, I believe you will find this most interesting.

Jim Poushinsky and I met last year and became friends on social media with a primary concern and regard of whales and ESP (Extra-sensory-perception). We discussed many subjects from UFO/extraterrestrial encounters to his contacts with spiritual and paranormal events; however, his experience in Alaska he was eager to make public. What you are about to read concerns all of us. It also goes beyond some relative area of this author’s understanding, as well.

Therefore, please absorb and enjoy a most poignant article from a friend who was not always wanting to be public in this way. I am honored to know Jim. He is most exact, kind, effusive, eloquent, yet most humble in all approaches to telepathic, emphatic, and worldly observations and experiences. I will preface this article that it is not for those who want to just read for enjoyment; it is also here for the exciting view and experience of the wonders of life all around us. Whether you agree or disagree, Jim has gone to great lengths to be as detailed, as is possible.

Here are three screenshots of the Alaskan Whales Experience.

At article’s end is the video version of the incredible experience. I do this so as not to take away from this story.

Whales, Sailing,  and Jim Poushinsky

Without further ado and appreciation for the trust of a most unique, kind, and nice person of whom I have met, here is Jim’s story of his experiences:

ESP with Whales

This is a true story. Everything I write here is as I experienced it, and I am willing to take a lie detector test to verify this.

Visit to Marineland

I grew up in the center of the North American continent, and never saw a whale until the day my wife Carol and I took our two young children to Marineland in Niagara Falls. The show was to start in 15 minutes, and Carol took the children to the bathroom. While waiting for them I noticed a sign pointing to an underground passage where people could view a young whale through the glass side panels. I descended the steps intending to take a quick look. But, I was disappointed to see the water was murky and visibility very limited.

I turned to the right at the bottom of the stairs and followed the curving pathway past the first glass windows, thinking I was alone. Suddenly, I came upon an amazing sight. A young child was sitting absolutely still on the wide window sill, hands clasping drawn-up knees, and eyes closed. On the other side of the glass with their heads only a foot or two from the child were two dolphins, motionless in the water, with their eyes closed. The only sensible explanation was that some sort of telepathic communication was happening! The word “communion” came to mind, and not wanting to interfere I quickly moved past until I was out of their sight around the walkway, at a further window.

As I stood wondering about what I had just seen, I saw a shape materializing out of the murky water, and realized it was a whale! It pressed the top of its head against the pane of glass where I was standing, and filled the entire window. I reached up and pressed my hand against the window so that only the thickness of the glass separated us. For several moments we were joined together, and I experienced an incredible sensation so intense that I was trembling all over. Then the whale vanished back into the murk, and I was alone.

I returned to the surface and met Carol and the children. The Marineland show was a disappointment, as it portrayed the whales as little more than trained animals. Afterwards, I told Carol what I had experienced, and said, “People think these whales are here to perform shows, but they are actually ambassadors from the whales to humans, and are connecting with certain people who come here to visit.” It appeared I was one of those people, but little did I know what the whales had in mind for me!


It was about 10 years later that my friend Bob, who is a medical doctor, got me involved in meditation for healing purposes. My own career was in social work with mentally and emotionally disturbed people and their families, and the two of us decided to explore meditation as a technique for maintaining our own peace of mind, and for helping others. We met for this purpose with a few other interested people on a weekly basis for several years.

Bob moved into a house in a new sub-division of the village of Metcalfe in rural Ottawa, near my own small farm. Shortly afterwards he confided in me that his entire family was suffering sleep disturbances. He asked if I could come and meditate with him to see if we could determine the problem.

I arrived at Bob’s new home and he suggested we meditate in the living room. On a sudden impulse I asked where the basement was? He pointed to a door, and I opened it and stepped onto the landing at the top of the stairs. I immediately felt the presence of a spiritual entity that was momentarily in the same space as my physical body. The feeling is like the prickly tingling sensation of your bodily hair standing on end, only vibrating inside as well.

As I descended the staircase and walked through the basement I had many more such fleeting spirit contacts. We meditated by centering ourselves in the loving energy of Creation, and asked to transform any negativity present into love and healing energy.

The next afternoon I got a phone call from Bob asking for help. He said he had walked home from his nearby medical office to have lunch. His children were in school, and his wife was away, so he was alone in the house. He sat down in the sun-room to eat, and suddenly he heard voices. It was raining outside, and no neighbors were home. The voices weren’t coming from any physical beings. Being a doctor, Bob was concerned that he might be having a psychotic episode.

I asked him what the voices were like. He said there were many different voices, but one dominant voice that was disagreeing with the others and seemed to be in charge. They appeared to be arguing with him. I said I would come over after work that afternoon, and we could try meditating again.

Bob and I sat in the sun-room that evening, and again centered ourselves in the loving energy of Creation. We immediately felt the presence of many dark spirits, who surrounded us in a circle. The story that came to our minds was that these were Irish immigrants who had fled the famine in Ireland to come to Canada back in the 1800s. They had brought cholera with them, and were dying from this, a then untreatable deadly disease. The Christian preacher leading them insisted the fatal illness was a result of those getting it being “out of grace with God”. Then he too got sick and died.

The bodies of these unknown immigrants were buried in an unmarked mass grave, that the new sub-division had been partly built over. Their spirits had remained there all these years, in a self-imposed Purgatory. We explained to them that they had friends who were trying to reach them to take them to their higher dimensional home, and these loved ones were the angelic beings of Light they had been hiding from. We then invited these soul-mates to approach, so the trapped spirits could see who they were.

A curtain of shimmering light slowly descended. As it touched the tops of the dark forms surrounding Bob and myself they changed to light. When it reached the ground every bit of shadow had been transformed into light, and as the curtain of light lifted and dissolved above us the sensation was so intense both of us were crying tears of pure joy.

Needless to say, everyone in the house was able to sleep peacefully for several months after that! So when something started disturbing their sleep again, Bob called, and I went over to do another meditation.

This time we encountered a single spirit while meditating in the basement. Bob’s wife worked as a nurse, and the spirit was that of a deceased young girl who had accompanied her home. We were able to help the child connect with those trying to reach her from the other side, and she departed into the Light.

However I could still feel a spiritual presence in the basement after the child departed. I decided to try to communicate using a technique learned from an elderly friend who was a dowser. Ray Wilson had dowsed over 800 wells in our township, including my new well, using his psychic sense to feel the presence of water with a stick. He had also diagnosed my leaky heart valve years before any doctor, using a pendulum made from a weight on a string. He would ask questions and the pendulum would swing side to side for a yes, or in a circle for a no.

Since I could feel the presence of a spirit touching me as a tingling sensation, I decided to try asking questions and taking a touch as a yes, and the cessation of contact as a no. A strong touch would be a sign my question was on the right track, and a weak touch would mean yes, but not relevant.

So I asked questions such as “Is this someone that I know?” and “do you have a message for us?” The answers were frustratingly non-committal. What I did get was that this was a life form on Earth that had both an individual and group mind. Finally in utter frustration I blurted out, “Give me a word!”

“FISH” popped into my mind. Dismissing this, I demanded “Give me a picture!!” In my mind I saw a blue fish swimming towards me.

“There are no intelligent fish!!!” I shouted. And then a thought struck me –
“Are you a dolphin?” No response. “A whale?” Suddenly both Bob and I were immersed and our entire bodies vibrating in shimmering energy that filled the whole basement! “Wow!!!” was all we could say.

The whale had clearly been monitoring the telepathic channel connecting all physical life to the spiritual realm, and noticed us helping the child’s spirit go to the Light. It had nothing to tell us, other than to confirm it’s telepathic presence to us at Bob’s place, in the middle of the North American continent. And, that was my second meaningful contact with a whale. The plot thickens!

The Alaskan Passage

A decade later Carol and I decided to take the honeymoon we had never had to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. We flew from Ottawa to Vancouver, and boarded the ocean liner Westerdam for a one week tour of the Alaskan Passage.

It was my first experience on a cruise ship, and I looked forward to seeing the rugged west coast scenery during the week-long trip through the straits of the Inland Passage.

Our first stop was in Juneau, capital of Alaska. While there I decided to go out on a whale-watching excursion. As the small boat loaded with tourists sped away from the town, it was explained to us that Juneau was surrounded by glaciers that deposited sediment into the bay. This sediment was washed out to a shallow spot where the ocean floor rose in a ridge. The water around this sea-mount is rich in nutrients, and supports schools of small fish which provide food for the Humpback Whales that spend the summers there.

It was a beautiful sunny day, and at the sea-mount I was able to get movie footage of the Humpback whales “bubble feeding” near our boat. Our Guide explained what was happening as we listened through an underwater microphone. One whale was blowing a ring of bubbles around a school of small fish. Then the whales called out and rushed towards each other, rising up inside the ring of bubbles.

As we watched, we first saw a cloud of little fish jumping high out of the water, followed by an explosion of some 6 whales emerging head first and rising vertically out of the water, bellies together, with mouths wide open, as they scooped up the fish. The whales then fell backwards into the water like an opening flower, and disappeared to do it all over again, and again.

Our Guide remarked that in the two years he had been there, this was the best whale watching excursion he had ever been on! He noted that it was also unusual to have sunny weather, as it was almost always cloudy and raining.

Later that evening the Westerdam set sail for Skagway, so Carol and I went to sleep in our lower-deck apartment, after some celebratory drinking.

Dream Vision

I found myself having an intensely vivid dream, in which I was in the cab of a transport truck in a blinding snowstorm. Then I was outside looking down on the truck, which had slid off a snow-covered ridge into a snowy valley.

Suddenly the scene dissolved, and I was in a large room with steel walls and high windows that curved around on 3 sides. Below on the floor were some 50 people, all laying still. I realized I was having a lucid dream, and told myself “Ah-Ha! these people don’t know they are asleep and out of their bodies!”

I was still feeling the effect of the alcohol I had drunk, and my attitude was not respectful, but rather one of looking to be entertained.

Suddenly a voice interrupted my thoughts. It said “man-see-otti”.

Then it repeated louder, “man-see-otti!”

And then it boomed with great intensity, “man-see-otti!!!”

I instantly became sober with the realization that a spirit had entered my dream, and I needed to wake up to deal with this! I opened my eyes with my entire body tingling from the spirit contact, and glanced at the digital clock beside the bed. It said 2:10 am.

Carol awoke beside me and asked what was wrong? I told her about the dream and the voice. I got up and sat in a chair to meditate. As soon as I centered myself in the love of the Creator, I realized we had just passed over a sunken ship. The 50 or so people I had seen lying on the floor had drowned, and their spirits were still trapped in the ship. In the meditation, I helped them connect with the Lights of those seeking to reach them from the Higher Dimension. When they had all departed and I was about to end the meditation, I realized there was still a consciousness present.

This turned out to be the Humpback Whales I had seen feeding earlier in the day. They had watched the spiritual healing I had just engaged in. I greeted them, then went back to bed.

When I awoke in the morning, my mind was pre-occupied with questions about what I had just experienced. While waiting for Carol to get ready for breakfast, I decided to go for a quick walk through the ship. I told myself there must be a chart somewhere for people to see the ship’s course. Now this was a huge boat (the Westerdam) with many floors and some 2000 passengers, and we had only discovered the dining room to date. Nevertheless it was like I was being guided, and I found myself going up several flights of stairs and across a large room, to a partially opened door that said “Explorer’s Lounge”. Nobody was there, and I went in and looked behind the door. A chart was laid out showing the ship’s course.

I located Juneau, our departure point, and Skagway, our destination. I estimated from the time of departure and the expected time of arrival that we would have been about half-way in between when I woke up from the dream. I put my finger on this spot. There was a red dot there, with a line to an explanatory box. It read, “This is the site of the worst maritime disaster on the Pacific Northwest Coast. On October 23rd, 1918, the CP steamship Princess Sophia ran aground on Vanderbilt reef. All 354 people aboard died. The first distress call was picked up in Juneau at 2:10 am.” The exact time I had awakened from the dream!

That morning we arrived in Skagway. I went ashore determined to find more information about the sinking of the Princess Sophia. A short walk from the dock I spotted The Skagway News. Great! A newspaper would have archives!

But when I walked in the door I realized that it was just a bookstore catering to the tourist trade. Disappointed, I turned to walk back out, and found myself staring at a book, “The Sinking of the Princess Sophia”. I immediately bought it, and back at our ship read with great interest. In the enclosed photos, the room at the front with the high windows arcing around on 3 sides was an immediate distinguishing feature, that I recognized from my dream.

The Historical Record

During the rest of the cruise I saw several more whales. One morning I decided to take the back stairs to the upper decks. I looked out the stern from the lowest open deck, to see a whale’s tail and half its body sticking straight up in the air just behind the boat. Nobody else witnessed this.

Another time we were in the dining room and the loudspeaker announced whales had been sighted ahead of the boat. I got my 8mm movie camera and went up to the right side of the flying bridge. The whales were spread out in the ocean ahead of the boat. As we approached, one of the whales suddenly raced towards us on a collision course with our bow. At the last second the whale flipped on its side and slid down the starboard side of the boat, passing directly beneath me as I filmed.

I can’t remember ever viewing the video of the whales I took on that trip. My wife always jokingly referred to it as, “…some whales and 18 hours of shoreline!” and we have never watched it. My memory of the whale encounters is so vivid and complete I have never bothered to look at the film.

The book about the Princess Sophia told a horrifying story. The ship had been carrying passengers headed south for the winter. When it ran onto the reef it was sitting flat and not leaking. Rescue boats arrived from Juneau in the morning and attempted to rig a line that people could slide across from ship to ship. However the waves were becoming rougher and the line kept dipping into the ocean, making it increasingly risky. The decision was made to wait for calmer seas, and the rescue boats went back to Juneau.

A blizzard raged that night, and at 4 a.m. a radio message was received from the Princess Sophia that the ship was sliding off the reef and sinking. Two rescue boats attempted to sail from Juneau, but in the blinding snow they couldn’t see, and they collided in the harbour. When the storm finally let up enough for boats to leave the harbour, they found the frozen bodies of the passengers all along the island shores. People had been able to swim in the relatively warm ocean, but when they came ashore soaking wet they froze to death in the blizzard. The only survivor was a small dog.

When our week-long cruise ended back at Vancouver, I spent several days researching the sinking of the Princess Sophia. I visited both the Maritime Museum and the Archives. I found very little information.

The Maritime Museum had a huge main display commemorating the sinking of the Titanic in the Atlantic Ocean. It also had an entire room dedicated to the Canadian Pacific passenger ships. However the Princess Sophia was missing from the many vintage CP posters. The only mention of her was in 3 small photographs on the wall.

Outside the Maritime Archives I was greeted by a number of ravens. These birds have a special meaning for me, as they are associated with the spirits of those souls still trapped in the physical world by the traumatic circumstances of their death. The ravens and crows and buzzards are carrion eaters, which gives them an intimate connection to those spirits still attached to the corpses they feed on. This relationship makes them speakers for the troubled dead.

Inside the Archives I found very little information on the Princess Sophia. The only newspaper article mentioned that it had taken over a week to collect the bodies because they were so widely strewn, and some 50 were still missing and presumed to be in the sunken ship. The boat with the corpses had arrived in Vancouver on November 8th, 1918, the day WW1 ended. In the joyful celebration over the war ending, the story of the Princess Sophia had gone untold and unnoticed.

At the Inquiry into the sinking, it was ruled a natural disaster and no fault was attributed to anyone. The only compensation CP made to the survivor’s families was a refund of the fare, and some payments for lost luggage.

It is understandable that CP as a business would want to downplay this disaster and keep it from the public mind. Likewise those in Juneau who failed to rescue the crew and passengers had reason to try to forget. However it undoubtedly took a toll on the lives of those who were or felt responsible, and on the relatives of the 350 people who died, a toll that continues to resonate into the present amongst both the living and the dead.


There was nothing in the book about man-sea-otti, the word or words I had heard in the dream.

After visiting with friends in Vancouver, Carol and I rented a car and took the ferry to Vancouver Island. We stayed for several days in Nanaimo. I drove across the Island to view the beautiful west coast beaches. At Tofino I went out on a whale watching trip in a zodiac boat, where we had a brief encounter with a gray whale.

On the way back to Nanaimo, I picked up a couple who were hitch-hiking. They told me of the old growth forest park, and we stopped there en route. I was delighted to see the giant trees, and walked up to the biggest tree and put my hand on it. After enjoying the vibes for several moments, I became aware of loud gasps and upset stares from nearby people. They drew my attention to a sign that said not to touch the trees, because such contact would harm them. I replied, “touching the trees with loving respect does good, not harm. The sign refers to disrespectful touching.” People thought about this, and most agreed.

Our visit to Nanaimo was drawing to a close as the time neared to return to Vancouver and catch our plane home to Ottawa. I decided to take a walk along the boardwalk at the waterfront, where I discovered a shop that was an art gallery for a local Coast Salish First Nation artist, William Good. Whales were the subject in much of his work. We went for a coffee together at a nearby outdoor restaurant, where I told him my story of connecting with whales.

When I finished he said, “I think I know what ‘man-see-otti’ means. ‘Otti’ is Haida for ‘spirits of the land’.”

And suddenly it made sense! Man-sea-otti = man spirits of the land in the sea! I gave a heartfelt thank-you to William Good and bought one of his drawings.

Thinking about Whales

I have heard that the great whales have brains that are 4 feet across, with 8 times the folds (and hence the surface area) in their forebrains than humans. Since we know from evolutionary studies that body parts that are not useful are lost, clearly the whales are using their huge brains for some meaningful purpose. And since dinosaurs had huge bodies with tiny brains controlling them, it is not reasonable to assume the whales require large brains to swim through the water!

Whales are mammals like us. And like all mammals their brains are divided into two hemispheres, connected by a cord of nerve fibers. Of all the mammalian species, humans have the least dense interconnecting nerve cord between these hemispheres. Why is that?

Human consciousness is mostly centered in the left brain hemisphere, along with spatial orientation in the here and now, and speech. During sleep our awareness switches to the right brain hemisphere, and we call this dreaming.
When we become aware of right brain thinking during our waking state we have been taught to dismiss such thoughts as day-dreams, imagination, or if they are persistent and overwhelming as hallucinations.

Despite this social suppression of our right brain awareness, we occasionally admit to having feelings or intuitions that we have learned to pay attention to, because personal experience has taught us they often prove to be true. And some of us have experienced lucid dreams, telepathic connections, and out of body experiences which we keep to ourselves, because we don’t want to be considered crazy by others and jeopardize our careers and social status.

My own experiences lead me to think that present human “socially correct” awareness is based almost entirely on left brain thought processes that keep us fixated on activity in the day-to-day world defined by our physical senses.

This limits us to an ego-centered vision in which our consciousness finds itself entirely alone in an uncaring universe. In this left-brain view, we came from nothing, and at the end of our life, extinguish into nothingness. Life has no meaning except for the ongoing satisfaction of our own physical senses and drives. So, we eat, sleep, have sex, take mind altering drugs and alcohol, seek thrills, enjoy being told we are better (wealthier and smarter) and having power over others, surround ourselves with consumer products, and care little about destroying the natural world we will soon be disappearing from forever, because ultimately everything is meaningless.

Not so if we include our right brain activity in awareness and understanding of life! As the whale informed me in the meeting at Dr. Bob’s home, we mammals have both an individual mind and are connected telepathically in a group mind. Carl Jung called this the collective unconscious.

For millions of years our ancestors understood this, and lived in harmony with the natural world. Then in the 10,000 years since the last Ice Age we developed agriculture and technologies that have precluded and severed our relationship with nature, including the loss of our connectedness to all the other species on our planet. Humans have become a destructive, malevolent force turned against the natural world, and against each other. We celebrate our war victories at Memorial Day services, not the achievement of peace. And we worship the all-mighty “Economy”, not the sacredness of life.

The whales and other mammals and the ETs and our spirit guides and soul-mates are all trying to guide us to a sane future, in which we re-evolve our lost telepathic ability, and realize that ultimately we are all One with each other, and with the entire Omniverse. They are trying to wake us up to become the whole brain individuals that we have the potential to become, and that reflect the higher spiritual beings who we truly are.

Rendezvous in Banderas Bay

Several years after our Alaskan Cruise, Carol and I took a week long winter vacation at Puerto Vallarta on the Pacific Coast of Mexico. On our second day at the resort on the Marina, a large gray cat approached me and greeted me by purring and rubbing against my leg. Then I heard a voice calling “Chico! Where are you Chico?”

As I looked in the direction of the voice, a man’s head with fuzzy gray hair appeared rising upwards, as he ascended the stairs from the dock. A second head appeared underneath. It was a life-size portrait of Einstein with the same fuzzy hair on the T-shirt he was wearing.

As the owner of the cat ascended the stairs from the dock and came towards us smiling and saying “There you are Chico!” I said, “You must be Captain Andre!” “How could you know that?” he responded.

“Because I read up on this resort, and several people said to be sure to look up Captain Andre, the Zen sailing master,” I smiled in return.

Andre insisted I go sailing with him, and it turned out I was a natural sailor, with a feel for the helm. We took 3 winter vacations in Puerto Vallarta, and I spent some 6 weeks in total as a volunteer helmsman on his 40 foot Beniteau sailboat. Shortly after our meeting, Andre had a dream in which we were sailing together on a Viking boat in heavy seas. He was on the steering oar, and I put a bearskin cloak around his shoulders to keep him warm. Seems we were old soul-mates who had shared a past life!

Andre and I updated each other on our stories of this life in the course of our sailing on the Pacific Ocean. So he was familiar with my whale story. We had a number of contacts with whales, dolphins and sea turtles as we sailed in Banderas Bay. At one point we were surrounded and accompanied by a huge group of dolphins. I stood on the bow and counted 4 dolphins side by side surfing on our bow wave. On another occasion a Humpback Whale the length of our boat swam alongside, about 20 feet off our starboard. Her baby swam in the space between. It kept leaping out of the water to look at us before falling back in.

The Tobacco Ceremony

Andre was retired and lived on his boat. He was paying his expenses by taking tourists for boat rides, and I was his volunteer crewman. One day we had a group of women from Salt Lake city in the USA charter the boat. They wanted to see whales. I explained how the whales were telepathic, and offered to do a tobacco ceremony to see if I could connect with the whales and arrange a rendezvous.

I had first learned of the tobacco ceremony while listening to a CBC radio program in Canada. The interview had been about a group of women who went on canoe trips in the wilderness of Lake Superior. Before departing they would do a traditional First Nation tobacco ceremony to show respect for the natural world in both the physical and spiritual dimensions of existence.

At that time I was about to go on a 2 week canoe trip through Algonquin Park in northeastern Ontario with my two children. Our earlier trip the summer before had been very difficult. Stormy weather and high waves had trapped us for 5 days on an island near the center of Lake Opeongo, the largest water body in the Park, until the way out was revealed to me in a dream.

In the dream I was looking down at a giant ogre-like figure, about 40 feet tall, lying in the bottom of a ravine. Someone said, “It’s not dead, only unconscious. And when it wakes up it’s going to know you did this to it!”
I looked up to see all my friends in the physical and spiritual planes standing with me looking down at the monster. Then they added, “And we’re all leaving now, so you’re going to be on your own.”

I awoke in the pitch dark of the middle of the night, to find both my kids wide awake. I told them the dream, and asked what they thought it meant?
“It means we should leave dad!” my daughter responded.

“Leave when?” I asked.

“Right now!!” they both agreed.

So we packed up the tent in the dark, loaded the canoe, and set out for home. The lake was momentarily calm, but as we reached the shore we could see the whitecaps forming behind us, as the winds rose and made it impassable again. We made it safely home, but a short time later heard on the news that two campers on an island near us had been killed and partially eaten by a bear.

The next year we wanted to go to the Park again, so after listening to the radio story about the tobacco ceremony, I decided to give it a try to see if it might improve our luck. En route to the north entrance to the Park I stopped at a store and bought a pouch of tobacco.

After parking our vehicle and loading our canoe, we paddled around the point out of sight of the departure area, and started across the open water of the large lake. The wind was blowing ever more fiercely and we were paddling into white capped waves reminiscent of our experience the year before. It looked like we would have to turn back. At that point I decided to try the tobacco ceremony. I told the kids to hold the canoe bow-first into the waves, and I opened the tobacco pouch. I took out a pinch and said “I ask that we be One with the spirits of the air, of the water,”And, then my concentration was broken by urgent calls from my daughter and son!

“Why are you interrupting me?” I asked.

“Look dad!!” they both insisted.

I looked and saw that the canoe was sitting in a patch of perfectly calm water that extended out 5 to 10 feet all around, while beyond our boat the waves continued unabated. We knew that we had been accepted by the spirit life of the Park, and joyfully paddled across the lake and into the interior. During that 14 day trip we met a moose on almost every lake, some 12 in all, and they each let us paddle up to them as they munched on water lily roots. We had wonderful weather, and it never rained during our travel days, only after we had our tent set up for the night. And we got the best camp sites.

Upon hearing this story, Captain Andre said that the native people in Mexico did not use tobacco in their ceremonies. I pointed out that the whales wintering in Banderas Bay were the same Humpbacks who spent their summers in the Alaskan Passage, so would be familiar with the sacred use of tobacco. The women chartering our boat were open-minded, and encouraged me to proceed.

I held some tobacco and asked to be connected to the whales. I explained to them that I was the human who had helped free the spirits of men trapped in the sea, at the place where the whales dined up north in the summer. I said that we would really like to meet with them if they could spare the time today. Then I spread the tobacco on the ocean.

We motored out of the Marina and raised the sails. Shortly after we noticed that the big whale watching boats were converging on a location far out on the horizon, so the whales must be there. We headed in that direction. As we got closer we could see that the whales were trying to escape the power boats full of people. These boats had paid for government licenses to observe whales, and were supposed to keep a safe distance from the whales, but instead appeared to be competing to see who could get the closest. By the time we sailed up to the periphery, the whales had vanished, and the power boats were leaving to get their passengers back to port in time for supper.

As the last of the whale watching boats disappeared from sight, with no whales to be seen, Andre said, “It’s a long way back so we might as well return under power.” He leaned down to turn on the engine, but didn’t do so, because at that moment a 40 foot long Humpback Whale leapt straight up out of the water about 30 foot off our starboard side.

The whale was straight up and down in the air with its tail clear of the water by a good 6 feet (my height!). It then turned a perfect cartwheel, looking at us as it did so, and re-entered the water in a vertical position, headfirst. As it disappeared, a second whale burst out of the water right beside it, and rocketed straight up to the same height, only doing a perfect back flip to re-enter. At this point the women were excitedly shouting, “It’s the tobacco!”

I lost count of the number of whales that jumped in sequence, so don’t know for sure if it was 6 or 8. But, I do know that as we sailed away, one whale waved a flipper saying “good-bye” until we were out of sight. Needless to say there was no doubt in any of our minds that we had made a telepathic connection to those whales!

A Holographic Message

After 4 years in Puerto Vallarta, Captain Andre set sail to cross the Pacific. He had a lady friend with him, and they intended to make landfall in Tahiti. There was a long period of no contact with them. Then one day as I sat at my computer, I suddenly saw Andre’s face materialize like a holographic image, a few feet to my right. He looked straight at me and said with great emphasis “We’re okay!!!” He repeated this twice. However his stressed out look made me laugh at the contradiction between the message and his state of mind. He obviously had been through some difficult times.

Two days later I received a frantic e-mail from Andre’s daughter. She said he was two weeks overdue in Tahiti, and both she and his lady friend’s daughter wanted to know what to do to report them missing, and how to organize a search for them?

After doing an internet examination of weather reports in the area of the Pacific they were crossing, I wrote back saying I thought they had been delayed by a typhoon off Japan that had disrupted the prevailing winds and caused cross waves. I said to wait a few more days and they would likely arrive at their destination. I didn’t tell her about the reassuring holographic message I had telepathically received two days earlier, because I didn’t want her to think I was nuts.

The next morning I received an e-mail from her thanking me and saying she had her first good sleep in days. That afternoon she wrote with the good news that her dad had just e-mailed that he had finally arrived in Tahiti!

Andre sent me an e-mail shortly after. He said they had experienced many difficulties in the Pacific crossing. The ship’s propeller had broken, leaving them without a motor in the doldrums. The winds were so variable the sails had all been ripped by the continual shaking. And the propane for the stove had run out, so they were unable to cook food. As they limped across the Pacific at a walking pace they eventually neared Tahiti. Several days before landfall their boat was surrounded by a huge group of whales. Andre said he remembered my telepathic connection with whales, so he asked them to send me a telepathic message that they were okay.

I wrote back and told Andre I had received the message!

That’s all for now, but I do think this is a story that the whales want to be told, so I am trying to get it to public attention. Perhaps it can be part of a new beginning in how we think about whales, and about the other living creatures we share Mother Earth with.

by Jim Poushinsky, M.S.W. (retired)
Ontario, Canada

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