Hello Everyone. My name is Erik and I am an Experiencer. Allow me to introduce myself...
First off, I came here to Onstellar yesterday afternoon after about 2 weeks plus of my other Online Paranormal Family (The Fadernauts) insisted that I create a profile over here and that I would do well. More on that in a bit.
First, I will give you some background highlights. I am a child of wandering parents. The wandering took place in various locations from the San Joaquin Valley in Central California to the Eastern side of the San Bernardino Mountains of the western edge of the Mojave Desert in Southern California. Huh??? My Dad, a prolific workaholic, was a lifer in the Military to begin with; 6 full time years in the Navy during the early to mid 60's, hence my birthplace being Longbeach, California and then a couple of years later, he joined the Air National Guard wherein he became on officer in Air Force Intelligence. During the early 70's, he took a simultaneous second career as a Park Maintenance Worker for the California Department of Parks and Recreation. So, between the Military Career and the State Park career, we moved a lot. Like about every 2 to 3 years a lot. I was always the new kid in school. The longest we lived anywhere was Silverwood Lake State Recreation Area at the base of the San Bernardino Mountains outside of Hesperia, California. That was about 6 years and I kind of imprinted on it and to this day, call it my home. My roots. I was 12 when we moved there and I left at 18 for my own brief stint in the US Army as a 95B Combat MP in Berlin, Germany.
So, for the most part, with that setting, things sound ordinary and humdrum. Quite the opposite. My first childhood memories are of a supernatural/paranormal nature. The scenarios were unsettling but repetitive. Always the same thing occurring yet slightly different each time. It would start late at night or in the wee, small hours of the morning when I would be awakened by.........nothing. Something woke me but not a sound. Then I would realize, THERE IS NO SOUND! And then I would begin to hear disembodied whispers or quiet chattering from all around me and the house. But, I would not see a thing. Then, inanimate objects would begin to move haphazardly on their own with no seeming rhyme nor reason to their movements. Sounds like a standard haunting, doesn't it? Now the fun begins. These voices. The objects moving. The bizarre pounding on the floors and the walls. The whatever magical potion was sprinkled onto my little brother who had the top bunk in the same bedroom, my Dad, my Mom to keep them asleep while I lie awake terrified to witness it all. Sounds like a haunting. And it followed us everywhere. No matter how far we moved. But there's one last piece to the puzzle....The Blue Light.
All of the strange poltergeist like activity appeared to be more like distractions. As if something were saying, "Look over here!"
It would be while I was looking and distracted when my room would flood with an intense electric blue light coming through my window........And every window in our house. Then, quite suddenly, I would hear a loud buzzing in my ears and I could no longer move nor make a sound. Then the outlines of entities would begin to take shape in the brightly lit backdrop. Very dramatic, these critters. Lol. And then....(I know this sounds like sleep paralysis but it isn't)
...my next memories would simply be waking up in the morning as if nothing had ever happened. Except fresh pink scars and marks on my body where none were the night before.
Later, after my brief time in the Army, and a few seasons as a Wildland Firefighter in Northern California, I became a logger in Colorado. We would be away at logging camp, 100 miles from anywhere, i.e., the middle of the Manti LaSalle Mountains in Utah, and the nightmares started show up. I was about 25 -26 years of age in the early 90's. I was starting to get glimpses of images that seemed to occur AFTER the Entities surrounded my bed. And, I also got smells and a low, humming sound. I didn't feel like I was in a craft. I got more the intuited sense that I was in a cave or underground somewhere. I recall smelling wet or musty earthy scents. Like wet rock. Sometimes I saw craft, but I don't ever recall being in any with gleaming walls, shiny lights, complex instruments or the other stereotypical things one might expect from experiences such as these. Just a dark underground feeling, an intensely bright white light over me that never hurt my eyes, but that could be simply because in my nightmares, I'm always lying on my belly, prone on what seemed like a round, stainless steel table. I have no recollection of being face up. Ever.
Soon, after the nightmares kicked in, I began to obsess, much to my ex wife's chagrin, with the brief images and smells lodged in my memory. I knew there was more. I tried everything. Deep meditation. Creative visualizing. Tablet after tablet after tablet of drawing paper filled with my drawings of the same three images over and over and over again. Nothing more came.
Something else funny/strange began to happen. I began to understand complex physics, linguistics and my art flourished. I have no formal education beyond high school and the military. I also became intrinsically fascinated with shamanic practices of healing and Eastern Philosophical studies. I read everything I could get my hands on. Bhagavad Gita. Black Elk speaks. The Peaceful Warrior series by Dan Millman. A Course in Miracles. The Celestine Prophecy series. The Law of One. Ra Speaks. Everything by Ken Wilber. Two subscriptions to Buddhist magazines; Shambala Sun and Tricycle. The Book Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind. Tao Te Ching. The teachings of the Dreamtime by the Aboriginal Elders in Australia. Wicca. Druidism. The teachings of the Kogi Tribe in South America......on and on and on.....On a side note, I've never done any hypnotic regression. I don't trust it. I have a close friend that feels she was exploited by a very high profile researcher who shall remain unnamed by me here out of respect.
I finally went on a few Zen retreats whereupon I learned about Reiki. After six years of intensive study and practice, I earned my Master Certificate. At about this time, I was about 3 years into running a blog called Contact. Around 2006. I got noticed by Bill and Nancy Birnes and one of their editors, Leslie Gunter invited me on as a writer and blogger for UFO Magazine while Bill and Nancy ran it. It was at this time, again through dreams, a theory was coming about intuitively in my head. At the same time, I met a good friend, and to this day he is still a good friend, the Father of Cropcircle Research and the coiner of the term "Cropcircle", Mr. Colin Andrews. I began writing and publishing essays simultaneously on my blog, Contact as well as on UFO Magazine blog. A few kind folks thought I should make some of the best essays of my theoretical work into chapters and thus was born my book, The Psychoterrestrial Theory, Are You The Trickster?. And my friend, Colin Andrews was very kind and offered to write the forward to it. I did the whole Podcast Tour with it for about a year, but I could not handle the hostility of Ufology in general so, I left it never to return. You can still find it on Amazon, amazingly enough. I think I've sold about 20 copies since it was published in 2012. Lol.
Since then, I've found myself divorced and in several different bad relationships until the beginning of last year, when I met Kim. She got me. She even understood me and my brokenness a little. And.........she insisted I focus full time on my art career.
The images you see me posting are intuited. Well, most of them. I'd say about 85% to 90% of them are purely channeled and intuited. They come about through deep, thoughtless meditation. And once the image comes, it will not let me sleep or anything else until it is out! Relentless. But, I also intuited that the images are medicine. Some may resonate with what has been painted. It jogs a familiar memory or emotion that might've been otherwise lost. At the same time, the Entities themselves are finally allowing me to see them through my own work. Clearly. So.............we are all healing with this creative endeavor.
Incidentally, this is only the second time that I have ever shared a kind of "Highlight Reel" of my experiences. The only other time I've shared this much with someone other than very close friends or family, is with Colin Andrews when I sent him an essay on them.
I feel safe here. I feel that I am with those whom understand or are at least trying to understand such things. Hell, I don't even have close to a complete understanding of them and they happened to me! I do not call them alien as I know not where they are from or what they are. I do not use the acronym, UFO often and instead to simply refer to them as craft. Because I do NOT know a damn thing.
I thank you all for your patience and I do heartily apologize for the lengthy introduction. I am a huge believer in complete transparency and the bravery and courage it takes to maintain it.
Please enjoy my art. It is for you. If it inspires you or stirs something positive, please share it. All I ask, in a very gentle and polite fashion, is that I am credited for it with my name and my website URL.
Most grateful for all of you,
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