I was homeschooled growing up, only going to highschool for the last three years everything else was at home. And even though my mom was pretty controlling she also was fairly neglectful at times. Where for months me and my sister wouldn’t really leave the house much and we couldn’t use our devices past 7 pm, but other than that we had free reign. When she wasn’t ignoring us she would get ridiculously mad over little things and blow up, and eventually my sister started acting the same way, so towards the end it felt like i was constantly walking on eggshells. So, growing up, my family was basically all that I knew. None of us were religious so it didn’t have anything to do with that, in fact my mom was more of a pagan hippie than anything, but we truly just didn’t go out much. I think growing up I had about 1 friend actually in real life and looking back she used to bully me and my sister a lot so maybe she wasn’t that much of a friend. Getting to the point: I cut my mom off about a year ago with no contact other than one or two messages spread out. I don’t really talk to my sister consistently at all either. Yet, i’ve noticed they’re in my dreams CONSTANTLY. I’ve only noticed it in the last few months but I think it’s been going on for longer than that. My mom or sister show up and always cause me some sort of stress. For example last night, I dreamt that I had to do mandatory talk counseling and that my university was making me do it with my mother (horrifying), and that my sister wouldn’t let me see my cat and that he was dying (my cat was a big comfort for me growing up so I usually have a lot of dreams where he dies which is HORRIFYING, last time I saw him was november 2022). Another dream just the night before was a dream where I was back in highschool for those last three years and my sister was really skinny and popular and would bully me in front of everyone. Later in that dream I was trapped in a car with her while belligerent drivers drove through a tsunami even when I told them to stop. Random things like that. They usually appear in dreams and then something else horrible unrelated happened.
tl;dr grew up with an emotionally and physically abusive family, and even after cutting contact they appear in my dreams almost every night
Just wondering if this is something anyone else experiences, and if so how do you deal with it?

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///11th of June, 2006
“Dad, the moon!” I shouted as I entered the garage. My father was on the floor, under his Bugatti 57SC Atlantic, obsessively removing and re-installing pieces of the car like he always did. He quickly got up, a smile on his grease-stained face.
“Finally!” He said with his beer-breath, grabbing a towel and cleaning most of his face, before running outside as fast as he could. I followed him. I don’t know why I always liked these moments. Any child would find them terribly boring. But I always reveled on them. Maybe it’s because they were the only moments he smiled. He positioned his telescope on our front yard, adjusted the lens, drank a beer can and started looking at the full moon above us.
“Do you see it?” I asked, sitting on the grass next to him.
“Shut up.” He said, still looking. After half an hour of waiting, he started laughing. I opened my mouth to ask if he was seeing it, but I held my voice. Didn’t want to anger him.
“It’s blinking! It’s blinking Johnathan!” He laughed. I smiled. That wasn’t my name, though he called me that. Only several years later I would learn that was the name of his deceased younger brother. Every full moon, we would come look at it with the telescope. And he’d always call me Johnathan. Probably because he was always so drunk. But from always avoiding me or calling me “Brat”, Johnathan was a nice shift.
“Can I see?” I asked, and he lowered the tripod so I could see the moon. There was a small light blinking on it’s surface. It was truly beautiful.
“Fine, my turn again.” My father shoved me back, adjusted the tripod back, and started looking at it again. “It’s blinking so much tonight… Maybe… Brat, get my camera!” He shouted at me. I quickly went inside the house, and looked around for the camera in the living room. There it was, on a little pile of beer cans and empty rythmol boxes in the corner of the room. I hurried back outside, as fast as I could, as I did not want to anger my father.
I stopped on my tracks as soon as I was out of the house. There was a strange being involving my father. It looked like a snake, but I knew it was anything but a snake. There were not snakes that big where I lived. And certainly not with human faces. My father seemed oblivious to it, looking through his telescope, but the thing was all around him, from the bottom of his legs all the way to the top of his head.
“It’s blinking so much…” He said, in awe. The creature looked at me, locking eyes with me, and smiled, revealing several sets of sharp fangs. And then, it disappeared. My father looked at me, he was sweating. “I think… I need to lay down for a bit…” He muttered, before falling on the grass. I spent the entire night trying to wake him up, before my mother found me there crying the following day.
///09th of November 2021
“And that’s why you decided to study astronomy? Really?” Melissa laughed.
“Oh, come on, babe… Don’t make fun of my tragic past.” I said, finishing my waffles. She went to the fridges, grabbed the orange juice, and poured some in our cups.
“Shall we toast?” She asked.
“With orange juice? And what for?”
“Your impending graduation. What else?”
“Impending? Ha! I didn’t even start my capstone thesis.”
“So, what will it be about? Venus, right? Or was it Mars?”
“Nope. Too many people I know will already be working on planets like Venus and Mars. I thought about Neptune, but it’s too far away. So I figured, why not the Moon?”
“Please, don’t tell me this is about your father.”
“Mel, he wasn’t the best dad in the world. But he did left me his collection of vintage cars. This is what paid for my education.”
“He didn’t left it to you, it was divided between you and your mother.”
“Regardless, I feel like I owe him this. Apart from the cars, the moon was the only thing he loved.”
“You owe him nothing, Ezra.”
“I need to know what the blinking lights are! Lunar transient phenomena, it’s how they call them. There’s no scientific explanation to what they are.”
“Just because there’s no known scientific explanation, it doesn’t mean one does not exist. And if there’s one, it’s certainly not creepy snake-man” She laughed.
///04th of September, 2022
The first thing you feel when you start seriously investigating the moon is how mysterious it is. We only went there a handful of times, and then never again. All reasons are given for this, but it never really felt right to me. Maybe what happened to my father always made me feel paranoid about the subject, but I somehow felt there were things about the moon that were hiding on plain sight.
The focus of my research, the lunar transient phenomena, is incredibly unknown. Few studies were done about it, and most of them were never published or were abandoned. The few that were made available were either from little-known universities in third-world countries, in languages that I couldn’t understand and without English translation, or mere compilations of recorded occurrences. I found some theories. The lights were caused by magnetism, or by gasses, or by asteroids, perspective…
But mere hypothesis were not enough for me. I needed to know. I needed to understand. I needed… I needed to confirm it weren’t those lights who killed my father that day.
So, I delved deep into the research. I spent weeks in my bedroom, reading books and more books, entering all sorts of websites, sending emails to experts, looking for anything that could give me more information. But through all my effort, the only thing I could find were theories or hypothesis, all of them with little to no evidence. In my search for answers, I started straying further away from modern science, entering strange websites and reading books that talked about blatant pseudoscience, like astrology or the paranormal.
///17th of February, 2022
“So, what books will you be basing your capstone on?” My orienting professor asked. I could not see his face properly, we were talking through a videocall and he was not very tech savvy, so his eyes and nose were out of the frame.
“Chris, I can only see your mouth!” I laughed.
“Sorry…” He said, adjusting his camera. The framing was not perfect yet, but it was better. "Have you read the books I sent you?"
"They... They were not what I was looking for."
"What were you looking for, Ezra?"
"I told you. Answers. I have been looking for answers, yet I only find questions."
"We will only be able to find real answers when we actually set a lab on the moon. Until then, we will have to live with merely hypothesizing."
"I know, but..."
"Have you tried reading Kulikovsky?Or Hakan Kayal? Non-american studies in general."
"Yes, professor Chris. But... All studies seem to contradict themselves. Some point to studies that I can’t find anywhere, like they don’t exist anymore. Like they were erased by someone…”
“Some texts were never made digital or registered. It’s very unfortunate.”
“Everyone tries to find a logical explanation... What if there isn't one?"
"What is this truly about?"
"What?"
"It's just... You do know you can change your capstone thesis theme, right? Maybe an analysis of something more well-known could work better with your methodology."
"Chris, I will not change my mind. We have discussed this before."
"Well, well... I talked to one of my former colleagues, he is retired now, who also studied the moon, but his research was more focused on gravity. He told me there's a book called "A Study of the Moon with a New Lens" or something like that. Written by one Dr. Karl Hollfern in 1935."
"That is way before LTP was even catalogued."
"Catalogued, yes. Recorded? No. Hollfern studied extensevely the lunar mysteries. Unfortunately, he was executed by the Nazis because he opposed them. But his research lived on. My friend told me they have one of his books in the library. But it's in German."
///18th of February, 2022
I entered the library carrying a bag full of German grammar books and a dictionary. I would not let a little language barrier stop me from getting to the truth.
“Hello, how can I help you?” The librarian asked, barely averting her eyes from her cellphone.
“I’m actually looking for a book that could either be in the astronomy section or in the foreign titles section… Can you help me?”
“Which book?” She was still looking at her phone, seemingly playing one of those generic casual mobile games.
“It’s in German. Old, from the 1930s. Talks about studies of the moon made at the time.”
“Unusual request, but ok…” She put her phone on the counter, and started typing on the computer. “Can’t find it. Do you have the author’s name?”
“Karl Hollfern.”
“Uncanny. It’s unlisted.”
“What?”
“We have it in the library, but it’s not available. We usually do this when books are being cleaned. Usually takes a couple of days… It says it won’t be listed until… Until 2100?
“What? How does this makes sense?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been working here for sixteen years, and have never seen something like this. Regardless, I can’t lend you the book. I can’t even let you access it in library grounds.”
///23rd of February, 2022
I was drinking my Starbucks cappuccino while trying to make myself comfortable on the shopping mall bench, to no avail. I was tense. I had never involved myself with something like this. If my mother or girlfriend knew, they would kill me. An older man made his way out of the crowd and patiently sat down next to me.
“You were supposed to be sitting on the bench next to Nike. But no problem.” He laughed.
“Sorry. I got confused…” I facepalmed.
“I got the book you asked me too. But the price is going to be different in your case.”
“As in more expensive?”
“No. Normally, I charge twenty five grand, or double If the job is hard. In your case, the job was ridiculously easy. I will be charging five grand only.”
“Thanks! I’m transferring to your account right now…” I said as I typed on my phone.
“The book is in your car.”
“How did you… Oh, of course.”
“Pleasure doing business with you.” He got up and left. I immediately went to my car. There it was, Eine Untersuchung des Mondes mit einer neuen Linse.
///28th of February, 2022
“Honey, are you still awake?” Melissa asked me. I was sitting on a pillow in the corner of the room, aggressively doing more and more Duolingo lessons.
“I’m busy, Mel.” I said, without averting my eyes from the green owl.
“Is this about that German book you have been taking everywhere?”
“No…” I blatantly lied.
“Honey, you’ve been up all night. It’s ten to six.”
“What?”
“You are obsessed with this shit, Ezra! Look at you! This is the third time I find you here studying German instead of sleeping!”
“I’m sorry, but you do know I have a capstone thesis to finish, don’t you?!” I screamed back at her.
“Oh. So this is what’s all about, right?”
“Babe, it’s not like that…” Before I could say anything, she stormed out of the apartment. I stood there, frozen, for a minute or two, before I went back to my Duolingo.
///3rd of March, 2022
“Hello Ezra” Chris said, as I adjusted my camera. As usual, I couldn’t see his face properly.
“Good evening, professor Chris.”
“Ezra, are you okay? You look tired.”
“I’m fine.” I said vehemently.
“Ezra… I… I have bad news for you.” When he said that, I felt like a hand was smashing my heart. “The university has rejected your intended theme.”
“W-what?”
“You’ll have to pick something else. I’m sorry.”
“What? Why?!”
“Apparently there’s information about Lunar Transient Phenomena that is undisclosed to the general public. The feds were here yesterday, talked with the dean about it. Said that researching the LTP was considered meddling in national security affairs, and that all projects focusing on it were to be halted.”
“Bullshit!”
“I’m sorry. I know how much time you have already invested in this. But we’ll find something else, Ezra. There are more lunar mys…” I interrupted him.
“Why is it so hard to research a simple lunar phenomena?! Every time I advance, everyone tries to block me! They will not stop me from uncovering what happened to my father!” I slammed the table.
“What?”
“This will not stop me.” I muttered, while ending the videocall.
///8th of March, 2022
After some turbulent days, I was finally making progress again. My knowledge of German wasn’t great, but knowing basic grammar, using online dictionaries, and with a little help from online German studying communities, I was making my way through the book.
The book was almost a century old, yet I felt like I was finally making progress. The research by Hollfern was fascinating, but disturbing. He described how the “blinking moonlights” if watched carefully, could be interpreted as having meaning. My German was advancing but far from perfect, so I didn’t have the exact translation, but it said something about the moon speaking in some sort of secret code using the lights.
It also referenced some books, most of which seemed to not exist anymore, but some of them not only existed, I also managed to download their scanned PDFs. It was pretty unorthodox for a scientific study. There was a book on symbols and sigils of different religions, a compilation of theological texts about Gnosticism, a book compiling works by Schopenhauer, and a Hindi scroll explaining Chakras.
I didn’t understood yet how everything connected. Seemed like a strange collection of unrelated weirdness.
///10th of March, 2022
I stumbled upon something I had previously overlooked. There’s an work by Schopenhauer where he discuss reading the Upanishads, which are old Hindi texts. The Hindi text I had downloaded was translated to English, but what if I looked for the original? Maybe there was something I wasn’t shown.
The original had a section that was censored in the English version that talked about a Devas that was corrupted by an evil unknown entity called that attached on it’s solar plexus and made it miserable with overwhelming sadness and pain. A thing described as a floating jester.
///13th of March, 2022
The phone in the living room started ringing. I left it there, unwilling to stop reading the book and trying to translate the contents. The call went to voicemail, and then I heard the caller recording it:
“Hey Ezra, I know you’re going through a bad time, but as your orienting professor, I care for you. You didn't show up for any of your tests. I know you seem to be focused on your research, but this isn't the-" I unplugged the damn thing.
///16th of March, 2022
I got evicted after not paying my rent. Or I was supposed to be at least. I picked up my research stuff and rented a cheap motel room on the outskirts of my town. I could not pay for the rent, and least not for now, I spent most of my money buying books and old magazines during the last weeks. I don’t need a place to call mine for now. I just need to find the truth.
I know the government will come after me. I’m coming too close. But if they want me to stop, they will have to kill me. I’ve already lost everything. This investigation is all I have left.
///18th of March, 2022
There's an old website that I found while researching. A true relic, seems to be from the early 90s. It contains old conspiracies theories, like stuff about the Illuminati and New Age, Satanic Panic, how Ronald Reagan was actually replaced, among other things. But there was something among the insanity that I felt was the last thing missing in my investigation. The true reason why we never returned to the Moon and why the Soviets never even attempted landing on it.
According to that website, during the last moon expedition, in December of 1972, the astronauts were secretly instructed to find out what was causing the Lunar Transient Phenomena, and spent three days on the Taurus-Littrow Valley, the region where the phenomena was more frequent on the previous five years. They were carrying a seismometer, as the most influential theory at the time was that the LTP was being caused by moonquakes cracking the surface of the natural satellite and releasing gasses.
But what the seismometer detected was that there were no such thing as moonquakes. Their equipments revealed humongous structures, seemingly biological or mechanical, moving under the moon surface.
One day before they left, NASA detected an instance of LTP a few kilometers near where they were stationed, so the astronauts went there to check. What they found there was never disclosed, but some theorize they met one of the beings responsible for causing the blinking lights. And that was the reason humanity abandoned all expeditions to the moon. After five missions in three years, we never returned there.
///20th of March, 2022
I woke up feeling like my head was spinning. I was lying on the sofa of my motel room. Once again, I had spent the entire previous night and day reading texts cited by Dr. Hollfern. My tablet was out of battery, so I got up, feeling pain all over my body, and went looking for my charger. It took me a couple of minutes to notice the two men wearing dark suits, black ties and dark sunglasses sitting on my sofa. One of them had a silenced pistol on his hand.
“Good afternoon, Ezra Thornbridge.” The one holding the firearm said, with a voice so ordinary it was scary.
“W-what?!” I blurted, still trying to overcome the pain.
“Oh, don’t mind us. We are just here to recover something.” The other man said, smiling.
“Something that isn’t yours, yet you’re in possession of.” The man with the gun complemented.
“I… Who are you?” I asked.
“Right now, I’m the man pointing the gun at you.” The man with the weapon said, while his partner just shrugged.
“Fine, I’ll return your damn book. But I already know about it. I already put the pieces together."
"Oh, interesting. What do you think you know, Thornbridge?" One of them mocked.
"The Solar Plexus Clown Glider. I have studied them in depth. Or do you prefer to call them like the Gnostic theologians called them back in the day? Archons…”
“Look what we have here, Spencer. Like father like son.” The guy with the gun scoffed.
“I told you we should have just doped him and looked for the damn book while he slept. He is totally gone.” Spencer said.
“I’m not crazy! The Archons are real! They killed my father! They kill people! And you, instead of trying to protect the people, just hide their existence, just lie, just lie and lie and lie!”
“How can you be so smart yet so stupid?” The guy with the gun said.
“The Archons don’t kill people, Ezra. They just make you miserable and drown you in fear and pain.” Spencer said.
“But I saw one kill my father.”
“Your father died of chronic ventricular arrhythmia coupled with excessive alcohol ingestion. The thing you saw was merely an emotional parasite, feeding off his negative emotions and influencing him to indulge on them.” Spencer said.
“Does this mean…”
“Yes. It also infected you that day. That’s why you saw it. It’s been with you ever since. The more you learn about it, the more you dread, the more you obsess, the more you lose… You were feeding it all along.” Spencer explained.
“And why do you think we tried to protect you, dumbass? If the knowledge was harmless, we wouldn’t be around breaking the law and breaking people’s necks to prevent it from spreading.” The guy with the weapon said.
“It’s not too late, Ezra. When your father was alive, there wasn’t much we could do, but now we have technology to make them go away. But it has a cost.” Spencer explained.
“What cost?”
“You will forget your father. You will forget most about the moon and astronomy. Probably the entirety of the last few months. And there are probable side effects, like sporadic short-term amnesia.” Spencer said.
“Or we can just fucking shoot you in the forehead right now to prevent the thing from infecting more people. Your choice.” The guy with the gun said. I just turned around and ran as fast as I can towards the window behind me. I jumped out of it, shattering the glass, and fell on the hard cold concrete of the parking lot. I tried to get up, my body was all cut from the glass, and I felt something warm on my back, even though it was raining.
“Are you stupid?!” I heard the guy with the gun shouting while he and the other agent descended the staircase that led to the parking lot. I finally got up, feeling cold from the rain, and tried to run, but could only limp. Yeah, jumping out of the window like I was in an 80s action movie wasn’t the best idea. I heard another click behind me, and fell to the floor. I could see the agents running towards me, smoke coming out of the gun. There seemed to be snakes around both of them, smiling witch their human faces and several sets of sharp fangs.
I looked towards the sky. Among the raining clouds, I could see the moon above me, full and blooming. Blinking. Blinking so much.

///11th of June, 2006 “Dad, the moon!” I shouted as I entered the garage. My father was on the floor, under his Bugatti 57SC Atlantic, obsessively removing and re-installing pieces of the car like he always did. He quickly got up, a smile on his grease-stained face. “Finally!” He said with his beer-breath, grabbing a towel and cleaning most of his face, before running outside as fast as he could. I followed him. I don’t know why I always liked these moments. Any child would find them terribly boring. But I always reveled on them. Maybe it’s because they were the only moments he smiled. He positioned his telescope on our front yard, adjusted the lens, drank a beer can and started looking at the full moon above us. “Do you see it?” I asked, sitting on the grass next to him. “Shut up.” He said, still looking. After half an hour of waiting, he started laughing. I opened my mouth to ask if he was seeing it, but I held my voice. Didn’t want to anger him. “It’s blinking! It’s blinking Johnathan!” He laughed. I smiled. That wasn’t my name, though he called me that. Only several years later I would learn that was the name of his deceased younger brother. Every full moon, we would come look at it with the telescope. And he’d always call me Johnathan. Probably because he was always so drunk. But from always avoiding me or calling me “Brat”, Johnathan was a nice shift. “Can I see?” I asked, and he lowered the tripod so I could see the moon. There was a small light blinking on it’s surface. It was truly beautiful. “Fine, my turn again.” My father shoved me back, adjusted the tripod back, and started looking at it again. “It’s blinking so much tonight… Maybe… Brat, get my camera!” He shouted at me. I quickly went inside the house, and looked around for the camera in the living room. There it was, on a little pile of beer cans and empty rythmol boxes in the corner of the room. I hurried back outside, as fast as I could, as I did not want to anger my father. I stopped on my tracks as soon as I was out of the house. There was a strange being involving my father. It looked like a snake, but I knew it was anything but a snake. There were not snakes that big where I lived. And certainly not with human faces. My father seemed oblivious to it, looking through his telescope, but the thing was all around him, from the bottom of his legs all the way to the top of his head. “It’s blinking so much…” He said, in awe. The creature looked at me, locking eyes with me, and smiled, revealing several sets of sharp fangs. And then, it disappeared. My father looked at me, he was sweating. “I think… I need to lay down for a bit…” He muttered, before falling on the grass. I spent the entire night trying to wake him up, before my mother found me there crying the following day. ///09th of November 2021 “And that’s why you decided to study astronomy? Really?” Melissa laughed. “Oh, come on, babe… Don’t make fun of my tragic past.” I said, finishing my waffles. She went to the fridges, grabbed the orange juice, and poured some in our cups. “Shall we toast?” She asked. “With orange juice? And what for?” “Your impending graduation. What else?” “Impending? Ha! I didn’t even start my capstone thesis.” “So, what will it be about? Venus, right? Or was it Mars?” “Nope. Too many people I know will already be working on planets like Venus and Mars. I thought about Neptune, but it’s too far away. So I figured, why not the Moon?” “Please, don’t tell me this is about your father.” “Mel, he wasn’t the best dad in the world. But he did left me his collection of vintage cars. This is what paid for my education.” “He didn’t left it to you, it was divided between you and your mother.” “Regardless, I feel like I owe him this. Apart from the cars, the moon was the only thing he loved.” “You owe him nothing, Ezra.” “I need to know what the blinking lights are! Lunar transient phenomena, it’s how they call them. There’s no scientific explanation to what they are.” “Just because there’s no known scientific explanation, it doesn’t mean one does not exist. And if there’s one, it’s certainly not creepy snake-man” She laughed. ///04th of September, 2022 The first thing you feel when you start seriously investigating the moon is how mysterious it is. We only went there a handful of times, and then never again. All reasons are given for this, but it never really felt right to me. Maybe what happened to my father always made me feel paranoid about the subject, but I somehow felt there were things about the moon that were hiding on plain sight. The focus of my research, the lunar transient phenomena, is incredibly unknown. Few studies were done about it, and most of them were never published or were abandoned. The few that were made available were either from little-known universities in third-world countries, in languages that I couldn’t understand and without English translation, or mere compilations of recorded occurrences. I found some theories. The lights were caused by magnetism, or by gasses, or by asteroids, perspective… But mere hypothesis were not enough for me. I needed to know. I needed to understand. I needed… I needed to confirm it weren’t those lights who killed my father that day. So, I delved deep into the research. I spent weeks in my bedroom, reading books and more books, entering all sorts of websites, sending emails to experts, looking for anything that could give me more information. But through all my effort, the only thing I could find were theories or hypothesis, all of them with little to no evidence. In my search for answers, I started straying further away from modern science, entering strange websites and reading books that talked about blatant pseudoscience, like astrology or the paranormal. ///17th of February, 2022 “So, what books will you be basing your capstone on?” My orienting professor asked. I could not see his face properly, we were talking through a videocall and he was not very tech savvy, so his eyes and nose were out of the frame. “Chris, I can only see your mouth!” I laughed. “Sorry…” He said, adjusting his camera. The framing was not perfect yet, but it was better. "Have you read the books I sent you?" "They... They were not what I was looking for." "What were you looking for, Ezra?" "I told you. Answers. I have been looking for answers, yet I only find questions." "We will only be able to find real answers when we actually set a lab on the moon. Until then, we will have to live with merely hypothesizing." "I know, but..." "Have you tried reading Kulikovsky?Or Hakan Kayal? Non-american studies in general." "Yes, professor Chris. But... All studies seem to contradict themselves. Some point to studies that I can’t find anywhere, like they don’t exist anymore. Like they were erased by someone…” “Some texts were never made digital or registered. It’s very unfortunate.” “Everyone tries to find a logical explanation... What if there isn't one?" "What is this truly about?" "What?" "It's just... You do know you can change your capstone thesis theme, right? Maybe an analysis of something more well-known could work better with your methodology." "Chris, I will not change my mind. We have discussed this before." "Well, well... I talked to one of my former colleagues, he is retired now, who also studied the moon, but his research was more focused on gravity. He told me there's a book called "A Study of the Moon with a New Lens" or something like that. Written by one Dr. Karl Hollfern in 1935." "That is way before LTP was even catalogued." "Catalogued, yes. Recorded? No. Hollfern studied extensevely the lunar mysteries. Unfortunately, he was executed by the Nazis because he opposed them. But his research lived on. My friend told me they have one of his books in the library. But it's in German." ///18th of February, 2022 I entered the library carrying a bag full of German grammar books and a dictionary. I would not let a little language barrier stop me from getting to the truth. “Hello, how can I help you?” The librarian asked, barely averting her eyes from her cellphone. “I’m actually looking for a book that could either be in the astronomy section or in the foreign titles section… Can you help me?” “Which book?” She was still looking at her phone, seemingly playing one of those generic casual mobile games. “It’s in German. Old, from the 1930s. Talks about studies of the moon made at the time.” “Unusual request, but ok…” She put her phone on the counter, and started typing on the computer. “Can’t find it. Do you have the author’s name?” “Karl Hollfern.” “Uncanny. It’s unlisted.” “What?” “We have it in the library, but it’s not available. We usually do this when books are being cleaned. Usually takes a couple of days… It says it won’t be listed until… Until 2100? “What? How does this makes sense?” “I don’t know. I’ve been working here for sixteen years, and have never seen something like this. Regardless, I can’t lend you the book. I can’t even let you access it in library grounds.” ///23rd of February, 2022 I was drinking my Starbucks cappuccino while trying to make myself comfortable on the shopping mall bench, to no avail. I was tense. I had never involved myself with something like this. If my mother or girlfriend knew, they would kill me. An older man made his way out of the crowd and patiently sat down next to me. “You were supposed to be sitting on the bench next to Nike. But no problem.” He laughed. “Sorry. I got confused…” I facepalmed. “I got the book you asked me too. But the price is going to be different in your case.” “As in more expensive?” “No. Normally, I charge twenty five grand, or double If the job is hard. In your case, the job was ridiculously easy. I will be charging five grand only.” “Thanks! I’m transferring to your account right now…” I said as I typed on my phone. “The book is in your car.” “How did you… Oh, of course.” “Pleasure doing business with you.” He got up and left. I immediately went to my car. There it was, Eine Untersuchung des Mondes mit einer neuen Linse. ///28th of February, 2022 “Honey, are you still awake?” Melissa asked me. I was sitting on a pillow in the corner of the room, aggressively doing more and more Duolingo lessons. “I’m busy, Mel.” I said, without averting my eyes from the green owl. “Is this about that German book you have been taking everywhere?” “No…” I blatantly lied. “Honey, you’ve been up all night. It’s ten to six.” “What?” “You are obsessed with this shit, Ezra! Look at you! This is the third time I find you here studying German instead of sleeping!” “I’m sorry, but you do know I have a capstone thesis to finish, don’t you?!” I screamed back at her. “Oh. So this is what’s all about, right?” “Babe, it’s not like that…” Before I could say anything, she stormed out of the apartment. I stood there, frozen, for a minute or two, before I went back to my Duolingo. ///3rd of March, 2022 “Hello Ezra” Chris said, as I adjusted my camera. As usual, I couldn’t see his face properly. “Good evening, professor Chris.” “Ezra, are you okay? You look tired.” “I’m fine.” I said vehemently. “Ezra… I… I have bad news for you.” When he said that, I felt like a hand was smashing my heart. “The university has rejected your intended theme.” “W-what?” “You’ll have to pick something else. I’m sorry.” “What? Why?!” “Apparently there’s information about Lunar Transient Phenomena that is undisclosed to the general public. The feds were here yesterday, talked with the dean about it. Said that researching the LTP was considered meddling in national security affairs, and that all projects focusing on it were to be halted.” “Bullshit!” “I’m sorry. I know how much time you have already invested in this. But we’ll find something else, Ezra. There are more lunar mys…” I interrupted him. “Why is it so hard to research a simple lunar phenomena?! Every time I advance, everyone tries to block me! They will not stop me from uncovering what happened to my father!” I slammed the table. “What?” “This will not stop me.” I muttered, while ending the videocall. ///8th of March, 2022 After some turbulent days, I was finally making progress again. My knowledge of German wasn’t great, but knowing basic grammar, using online dictionaries, and with a little help from online German studying communities, I was making my way through the book. The book was almost a century old, yet I felt like I was finally making progress. The research by Hollfern was fascinating, but disturbing. He described how the “blinking moonlights” if watched carefully, could be interpreted as having meaning. My German was advancing but far from perfect, so I didn’t have the exact translation, but it said something about the moon speaking in some sort of secret code using the lights. It also referenced some books, most of which seemed to not exist anymore, but some of them not only existed, I also managed to download their scanned PDFs. It was pretty unorthodox for a scientific study. There was a book on symbols and sigils of different religions, a compilation of theological texts about Gnosticism, a book compiling works by Schopenhauer, and a Hindi scroll explaining Chakras. I didn’t understood yet how everything connected. Seemed like a strange collection of unrelated weirdness. ///10th of March, 2022 I stumbled upon something I had previously overlooked. There’s an work by Schopenhauer where he discuss reading the Upanishads, which are old Hindi texts. The Hindi text I had downloaded was translated to English, but what if I looked for the original? Maybe there was something I wasn’t shown. The original had a section that was censored in the English version that talked about a Devas that was corrupted by an evil unknown entity called that attached on it’s solar plexus and made it miserable with overwhelming sadness and pain. A thing described as a floating jester. ///13th of March, 2022 The phone in the living room started ringing. I left it there, unwilling to stop reading the book and trying to translate the contents. The call went to voicemail, and then I heard the caller recording it: “Hey Ezra, I know you’re going through a bad time, but as your orienting professor, I care for you. You didn't show up for any of your tests. I know you seem to be focused on your research, but this isn't the-" I unplugged the damn thing. ///16th of March, 2022 I got evicted after not paying my rent. Or I was supposed to be at least. I picked up my research stuff and rented a cheap motel room on the outskirts of my town. I could not pay for the rent, and least not for now, I spent most of my money buying books and old magazines during the last weeks. I don’t need a place to call mine for now. I just need to find the truth. I know the government will come after me. I’m coming too close. But if they want me to stop, they will have to kill me. I’ve already lost everything. This investigation is all I have left. ///18th of March, 2022 There's an old website that I found while researching. A true relic, seems to be from the early 90s. It contains old conspiracies theories, like stuff about the Illuminati and New Age, Satanic Panic, how Ronald Reagan was actually replaced, among other things. But there was something among the insanity that I felt was the last thing missing in my investigation. The true reason why we never returned to the Moon and why the Soviets never even attempted landing on it. According to that website, during the last moon expedition, in December of 1972, the astronauts were secretly instructed to find out what was causing the Lunar Transient Phenomena, and spent three days on the Taurus-Littrow Valley, the region where the phenomena was more frequent on the previous five years. They were carrying a seismometer, as the most influential theory at the time was that the LTP was being caused by moonquakes cracking the surface of the natural satellite and releasing gasses. But what the seismometer detected was that there were no such thing as moonquakes. Their equipments revealed humongous structures, seemingly biological or mechanical, moving under the moon surface. One day before they left, NASA detected an instance of LTP a few kilometers near where they were stationed, so the astronauts went there to check. What they found there was never disclosed, but some theorize they met one of the beings responsible for causing the blinking lights. And that was the reason humanity abandoned all expeditions to the moon. After five missions in three years, we never returned there. ///20th of March, 2022 I woke up feeling like my head was spinning. I was lying on the sofa of my motel room. Once again, I had spent the entire previous night and day reading texts cited by Dr. Hollfern. My tablet was out of battery, so I got up, feeling pain all over my body, and went looking for my charger. It took me a couple of minutes to notice the two men wearing dark suits, black ties and dark sunglasses sitting on my sofa. One of them had a silenced pistol on his hand. “Good afternoon, Ezra Thornbridge.” The one holding the firearm said, with a voice so ordinary it was scary. “W-what?!” I blurted, still trying to overcome the pain. “Oh, don’t mind us. We are just here to recover something.” The other man said, smiling. “Something that isn’t yours, yet you’re in possession of.” The man with the gun complemented. “I… Who are you?” I asked. “Right now, I’m the man pointing the gun at you.” The man with the weapon said, while his partner just shrugged. “Fine, I’ll return your damn book. But I already know about it. I already put the pieces together." "Oh, interesting. What do you think you know, Thornbridge?" One of them mocked. "The Solar Plexus Clown Glider. I have studied them in depth. Or do you prefer to call them like the Gnostic theologians called them back in the day? Archons…” “Look what we have here, Spencer. Like father like son.” The guy with the gun scoffed. “I told you we should have just doped him and looked for the damn book while he slept. He is totally gone.” Spencer said. “I’m not crazy! The Archons are real! They killed my father! They kill people! And you, instead of trying to protect the people, just hide their existence, just lie, just lie and lie and lie!” “How can you be so smart yet so stupid?” The guy with the gun said. “The Archons don’t kill people, Ezra. They just make you miserable and drown you in fear and pain.” Spencer said. “But I saw one kill my father.” “Your father died of chronic ventricular arrhythmia coupled with excessive alcohol ingestion. The thing you saw was merely an emotional parasite, feeding off his negative emotions and influencing him to indulge on them.” Spencer said. “Does this mean…” “Yes. It also infected you that day. That’s why you saw it. It’s been with you ever since. The more you learn about it, the more you dread, the more you obsess, the more you lose… You were feeding it all along.” Spencer explained. “And why do you think we tried to protect you, dumbass? If the knowledge was harmless, we wouldn’t be around breaking the law and breaking people’s necks to prevent it from spreading.” The guy with the weapon said. “It’s not too late, Ezra. When your father was alive, there wasn’t much we could do, but now we have technology to make them go away. But it has a cost.” Spencer explained. “What cost?” “You will forget your father. You will forget most about the moon and astronomy. Probably the entirety of the last few months. And there are probable side effects, like sporadic short-term amnesia.” Spencer said. “Or we can just fucking shoot you in the forehead right now to prevent the thing from infecting more people. Your choice.” The guy with the gun said. I just turned around and ran as fast as I can towards the window behind me. I jumped out of it, shattering the glass, and fell on the hard cold concrete of the parking lot. I tried to get up, my body was all cut from the glass, and I felt something warm on my back, even though it was raining. “Are you stupid?!” I heard the guy with the gun shouting while he and the other agent descended the staircase that led to the parking lot. I finally got up, feeling cold from the rain, and tried to run, but could only limp. Yeah, jumping out of the window like I was in an 80s action movie wasn’t the best idea. I heard another click behind me, and fell to the floor. I could see the agents running towards me, smoke coming out of the gun. There seemed to be snakes around both of them, smiling witch their human faces and several sets of sharp fangs. I looked towards the sky. Among the raining clouds, I could see the moon above me, full and blooming. Blinking. Blinking so much…

Ralph was an award-winning reporter for The New York Times from 1964 to 2009, where he still contributes articles predominantly focused on UAP. He has written several books, two of the most recent being related to the UFO phenomenon, the latest is a book aimed at young readers and is titled 'UFOhs: Mysteries in the Sky'.
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Ralph was an award-winning reporter for The New York Times from 1964 to 2009, where he still contributes articles predominantly focused on UAP. He has written several books, two of the most recent being related to the UFO phenomenon, the latest is a book aimed at young readers and is titled 'UFOhs: Mysteries in the Sky'.
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We discussed recent & upcoming UAP / UFO developments, Ralph's latest book, plus Dr. John Mack's investigations into the Varginha UFO incident & into the potential survival of consciousness.
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Ralph was an award-winning reporter for The New York Times from 1964 to 2009, where he still contributes articles predominantly focused on UAP. He has written several books, two of the most recent being related to the UFO phenomenon, the latest is a book aimed at young readers and is titled 'UFOhs: Mysteries in the Sky'.
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We discussed recent & upcoming UAP / UFO developments, Ralph's latest book, plus Dr. John Mack's investigations into the Varginha UFO incident & into the potential survival of consciousness.
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Hello All,
I'm a supply chain professional who has been working in manufacturing basically ever since I graduated with my BA in 2009. So about 15 years. I have been admitted to a dual MBA / MS-SCM (supply chain management) program at my state's flagship university, and it will begin this fall. It will cost me between $30K-$40K to complete the program. My current salary is mid-$80K. I am interested in and enjoy my field, but I don't know that I want to take on that kind of debt for no guaranteed payoff. I also wonder if it would actually do anything for me that my 15 YOE would not (i.e. - should I have gotten the MBA earlier in my career?)
The other option I'm considering is becoming an insurance agent (P&C/L&H). I've always enjoyed the insurance industry and am no stranger to sales, however this would be a complete career pivot for me and I'd essentially be starting at square one. A major perk of this route, though, is that licensure only costs a couple hundred bucks (vs. $35,000 for dual graduate degrees).
So, I'm kind of stuck and don't know what to think. I can list pros and cons for both options, and in terms of cost-benefit, I could see both paying off. So I just don't know. What would your advice be? I'm 38 years old, male, married with kids.
TIA for your answers.

It's my wedding anniversary today (21 years!!). To help make my wife happy, I need these books gone. Happy to provide more pics, happy to negotiate on multiple books (makes less shipping trips for me!). NOTE: all prices include all fees and shipping costs. Anything > $100 will ship UPS and be fully insured. Check out my flair - 250+ on here, plus like 15 years of 100% positive feedback on ebay (same userid as here). I pack books the way I want to receive them - bubble wrapped and packed well in good boxes (no bubble mailers!) I created some bundles to try and move out more books at a time - less trips to post office, less boxes, etc...
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Well, relatively to other light novels I guess. Novels outside LNs are too varied to make any claims.
But seriously though, most LN's depiction of parents are often shallow, sidelined, and one-dimensional. They're usually just there to support (as a plot element) their children's character development (or their absence/death as traumas). Parents are also quite rare, too.
Like, if I pick a random group of 100 people across age groups in real life, I'd guess something like 50 have children, 25 are too young to marry, and 25 somewhere between (e.g. unmarried, married no children). Most LNs are like 20:50:30 for named characters.
Bookworm, on the other hands, has a good chunk of named characters who are parents. Most of them are side characters, but their interactions have quite a depth to it e.g. in side stories in P5V4. Also, unlike most LNs that tend to depict most "adults" in a similar light, adults in Bookworms vary in characters and personalities, like an absolute asshole, an absolute saint-mother, a doting parent, a tough love parent, a scheming parent, etc.
Also, the number of parents expecting a child per (in-universe) year is quite natural, too!
I wonder if the fact that the author is a mother herself makes her sees more depths in these parent characters (contrasting to how most LN authors are single salary men, according to their afterwords)

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I'm asking both as someone who is struggling with my own personal stuff and also as someone who would like to be a parent who doesn't pass on my own personal crap to my future kids. Based on what I'm reading, it seems like childhood trauma is not only inevitable but doomed to be pretty frequent. Frankly, it makes me afraid to be a parent knowing I probably won't be able to go even a few hours without unintentionally sending a flaming javelin of unintended trauma through their tissue paper developing sensibilities.
I'm reading Nicole LePera's How to Do the Work. LePera is a holistic psychologist with both academic clout and experience with her own clients, but she also has a pretty clear personal slant in her writing. In a way, I appreciate this because the way she describes her upbringing seems to have something in common with my own, but her adult lifestyle is vastly different from mine, and I think it also deeply influences the writing of her book.
She repeatedly brings up how trauma is not limited to catastrophic life-changing events like death of a loved one or divorce or an alcoholic or abusive parent (in the overt sense). Trauma can come just from any situation where a child learns that it is wrong to be themselves. In one example, she talks about a distraught hypothetical child confiding in their parent that their friends refused to sit with them at lunch on the first day of school. Even the parent's well-meaning attempts to console the child by telling them not to worry about it and that they can always make new friends could have the unintended consequences of traumatizing the child into believing that they can neither trust nor express their feelings. I was a little perturbed when I read that. Yeah, maybe that wasn't an "A+" moment in parenting, but it couldn't have been graded worse than a "B-", could it? And the kid still comes away from that traumatized? Really?
By the way, that "really?" is not rhetorical. That's what I'm asking. Does it really happen that easily? On the one hand, that might explain some of what I deal with seeing as I can't really pinpoint any major events that would contribute to my own self-hatred, issues with accepting myself or expressing my emotions. I always thought my parents did a good job raising me, but maybe they kinda sucked at it, and I just never knew? On the other hand, what chance do I have of raising a well-adjusted human being if the smallest indiscretion on a day when I'm angry or tired or just not able to put myself in their tiny shoes if any and every part of life can be traumatizing?
And, on top of that, LePera is a lot of impressive things, but she is no historian nor evolutionary historian. The way she tells it, it sounds like so many people keep passing down their own traumas that impact their children both mentally and biologically, i.e. these traumas contribute heavily to not only mental illness but physical ailments of all kinds. Not to sound like a judgmental geezer, but the first world of the past century hasn't exactly been the most stressful environment humans have lived through. It certainly hasn't been without its turmoil and challenges, but most of us haven't lived through life-threatening famines, fear of wild animal attacks, winters that could kill you, religious inquisitions or plagues (no, I don't count the pandemic). As for parents, surely they've been better on the whole in recent generations than during the rest of human history? They've at least had the chance to pay some attention to their children without having to spend all their time focusing on famines, animals, winters, etc. Surely kids must have felt far more unloved by their parents in the distant past than they do now. So, my question is, if I feel as shitty as I do about myself from trauma I can't even recall, was everyone born before the twentieth century just constantly raging and dropping dead from aneurisms of self-hatred?
Anyway, this is askatherapist, not AskaHistorybuff. I'm more interested in your experience with clients. Are people traumatized as easily as Dr. LePera makes in seem? And if so, how do you help people overcome small traumas they may never be able to recall?

TLDR: Please, do your own research. You'll never be convinced, otherwise.
I just started learning about Afterlife Science this year after losing someone I love with ALL my heart. Their death turned my world upside down. I am devastated. I am distraught. Nothing is the same for me. I desperately want for my loved one to still exist and for consciousness to continue on after physical death, because that would make this process so much easier for me! However, as a person who has spent most of their professional life working in the engineering sciences, it's very difficult for me to simply accept that an afterlife is even possible, let alone actually real.
So, what does someone in grief with seemingly endless questions about a topic as dense as non-local consciousness do? They research! And you should, too. Please stop coming to this sub and asking everyone here to do this research for you. There's, like, 200 years of research available for you already. If you're not interested in the old research, you're in luck. There's new, modern research available! Books on books on books. Reading not your thing? No problem. Podcasts and interviews and audiobooks are available, too! I find it extremely lazy, and frankly, annoying when I see these posts where people want others to just answer all their questions when it's clear they haven't done any of their own investigation. I don't mean to sound rude, but it's extremely frustrating, because these posts are FREQUENT. Be an adult. If you're not an adult, well, try to grow up a little bit.
Luckily for you (if you're one of the lazy ones), I'm feeling a little generous. I'm going to LINK SOME SOURCES for you to get started. I'm also not going to pretend as if I've read all these books or listened to all these interviews and podcasts (though I am working my way through--there are so many!). I just know they exist, and they're on my list. Afterall, I'm a person with a job and a life.
Things like NDEs, past-life/between-life memories, evidential mediumship, psychic phenomena (psychic dreaming, precognition, clairvoyance, etc.), after-death communications, and paradoxical/terminal lucidity, etc. are all evidentiary threads we can add to the veil that separates this life and the next. Be curious and be skeptical, but don't be lazy.
Books

• Dr. Raymond Moody's Life After Life (Originally Published in 1975)
• Dr. Pim van Lommel's Consciousness Beyond Life: The Science of the Near Death (2011)
• Dr. Bruce Greyson's After: A Doctor Explores What Near-Death Experiences Reveal about Life and Beyond (2021)
• Jens Ambert's Why an Afterlife Obviously Exists: A Thought Experiment and Realer Than Real Near-Death Experiences (2022)
• Dr. Penny Santori's Wisdom of Near Death Experiences: How Understanding NDEs Can Help Us Live More Fully (2014)
• Dr. Jeffrey Long's Evidence of the Afterlife: The Science of Near-Death Experiences (2011)
• Titus Riva's The Self Does Not Die: Verified Paranormal Phenomena from Near-Death Experiences (2016)
• Dr. Kenneth Ring's Mindsight: Near-Death and Out-of-Body Experiences in the Blind (2008)
• Dr. Dean Radin's The Conscious Universe: The Scientific Truth of Psychic Phenomena (2009)
• Dr. Jeffrey J. Kripal's The Flip: Epiphanies of Mind and the Future of Knowledge (2019)
• Dr. Christopher Kerr's Death is But a Dream: Finding Hope and Meaning at Life's End (2020)
• Bill Guggenheim's Hello from Heaven: A New Field of Research-After-Death Communication Confirms That Life and Love Are Eternal (1997)
• Loyd Auerbach's Psychic Dreaming: Dreamworking, Reincarnation, Out-of-Body Experiences & Clairvoyance (2017)
• Dr. Jim Tucker's Before: Children's Memories of Previous Lives (2021)
• Dr. Gregory Shushan's The Next World: Extraordinary Experiences of the Afterlife (2022)

Podcasts

• u/universe_ravioli 's Unravelling the Universe
• Elizabeth Entin's WTF Just Happened?!
  • Bonus: She also wrote a book - WTF Just Happened?! A Sciencey-Skeptic Explores Grief, Healing, and Evidence of an Afterlife
• Dr. Jeffrey Mishlove's New Thinking Allowed
• Darren McEnaney's SeekingI
• Simon Bown's The Past Lives Podcast

Websites to Explore

• Bigelow Institute for Consciousness Studies - Scientific Research into Life After Death
• Rhine Research Center
• Institute of Noetic Sciences (IONS)
• IANDS - the most reliable source of information on NDEs
• ITCJournal
• Windbridge Research Center
• Forever Family Foundation

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