Hey There Little Green Man… | An Extraterrestrial Out-of-Body Experience

This post depicts 2 of the author’s out-of-body experiences (OBEs) that resulted in extraterrestrial encounters. It covers everything from what an OBE feels like to extraterrestrial communication styles to soul contracts with pets and animals.

The Little Green Man, photo created by the author with Midjourney

The OBEs

December 28, 2023

I only ever truly wake when slipping out of my body just after midnight.

It begins with a buzzing sensation that spreads outward from my beating heart. The blood-pumping organ doubles as an alternator, anchoring my soul to its human body by converting the energy of etheric frequency into electricity that powers my vessel. It is this electrical current, this bridge between two worlds, that initiates the unhinging process, plunging me into an out-of-body experience (OBE).

A pulse of conscious thought gently brings me from the dream world back into existence. It’s time to practice being in two bodies at once, my soul body and my human body. Together, we are a single entity experiencing the gift of mortality but this lifetime is different. In this one it is important to remember what I am: more.

I begin to unhinge, to separate, when the buzzing current amplifies into wave-like vibrations through my body. My arms lie motionless upon the bed as their etheric echoes, the arms of my soul, bob gingerly atop the flesh and bone parallels as if they were floating in water. The vibrations continue through the rest of my body as my soul begins to unhinge. I have done this many, many times before…

SNAP

My eyes within eyes stare out into the darkness as I sense another presence.

My heart-center, the alternator, shifts all power to the concept of visual perception. The murky shadows of night melt away into a soft gray, bringing my surroundings easily into focus for my eyes within eyes despite the lack of light. I gaze up at the ceiling, completely unremarkable except for the patterned IKEA light shade the previous owner installed. The sensation of being watched ripples through my bodies. Lying on my back, I slowly turn my gaze towards my feet and there, standing at the foot of my bed, is a little green man.

I want to burst out laughing at the comedy of such a stereotypical ET encounter but I’m quickly humbled by the fact that he’s really there.

Electricity thrums through both of my systems, tensing in anticipation of, well… anything.

I stare silently at him, frozen, and with just a twinge of fear for the unknown. He’s just over three feet tall and thin in stature though he does not have the bulbous head and eyes typically associated with little green men. Instead, he appears human-proportioned, almost like a dwarf except for his quite obvious extraterrestrial nature.

My human brain begins to catch up with the consciousness of my soul and together I reach out with my energetic field to examine the frequency of his character. He feels both friendly and slightly amused.

He thinks our encounter is funny.

The lighthearted nature of his humor helps me to relax. I extend my sense of perception to see if I can learn a bit more about him but my bedroom begins to melt away. The sliding closet doors take on a metallic sheen, silvery threads begin to weave themselves through the fabric of the ceiling, and the majestic backdrop of star-studded space bleeds through the windows.

We aren’t just in my bedroom, we’re also aboard his craft.

Perhaps both places exist in the same space, one layer sitting within the other brought together by the etheric connection of our encounter. Or perhaps my consciousness alone is existing in two places at once and my soul body was brought onto the craft during the unhinging process—my twin perceptions just haven’t synced up yet. There are a million possibilities.

Suddenly, the encounter becomes too intense for me to handle. The room begins to spin and my brain begins to break with a twinge of fear. I feel myself slipping back into the mundane rhythm of sleep as I say, “Hey there, little green man… I think this might be a bit much for me right now. Can we try again another time?”

As soon as those words leave my consciousness I fall back into my body, anchoring into the electrical touchpoints before sitting up, both bodies together in one, wide awake.

Laughter spills from my mouth as I reach for my phone and begin to record my encounter with the little green man in this OBE.

Little did I know I’d be seeing him again soon…

February 13, 2024

A month and a half after my encounter with the little green man I found myself in a lucid dream standing in the backyard gazing up at the early morning sun. Even though it was daytime in this dream I could see the fullness of the moon clearly in the sky as if the scattered sunlight through our atmosphere could not impede my vision. But it wasn’t just the moon that caught my eye, it was the dozens of airplanes crisscrossing over it that created intricate patterns along their flight paths.

“The FAA would never allow that many planes to be that close together in both altitude and direction…” I thought.

On cue, my dream-enhanced vision zoomed in on the aircraft as if I were in a video game or had elven eyesight, and I noticed that they weren’t all planes. Many of the craft were extraterrestrial!

They came in all shapes and sizes. There were individual silvery pods small enough for only one human-sized being, large bullet-shaped vessels that almost completely blended into the contrails they followed, metallic flying saucers like something straight out of a movie, a dozen more types of individual craft and, emerging from behind the moon, a massive mothership in the shape of a teardrop.

As I stood there within the dream, a sense of profound and deep knowing entered my consciousness: that I was seeing something real. They’ve been here the whole time—the alien craft—we’ve just been trained by The Construct of this realm to forget we ever saw them.

And with that knowing my heart, the alternator, began to buzz as electrical sensations traveled outward to my limbs and my soul quickly unhinged from my physical body before shooting straight up into the sky.

Up, up, up I rose beyond the clouds and planes until I merged right through the side of one of the larger, saucer-shaped craft. I felt each individual atom of my soul (in my experience souls do have some sort of mass) pass through the miniscule spaces between the atoms of the metal until I stood on the other side in something that resembled a room you might see in the Better Homes & Gardens magazine.

Wait a hot minute. What? How bizzare. Wasn’t I just barreling up through the atmosphere toward an alien spacecraft?

The room was lit with a soft, earthy glow with white, lightly weathered shiplap walls. A set of bedroom furniture in a variety of rich browns made the room feel cozy with forest green accent pillows and a woven, chunky blanket draped over the edge of the bed.

Huh.

I turned around to inspect the rest of the room only to find myself completely entranced by a huge floor-to-ceiling window with an atmospheric view of planet Earth. Immediately I thought of all the Earth-horizon photos I had seen taken from the ISS over the years but this time I was the one in space seeing the beautiful blue dot with my own eyes.

It was the most magnificent thing I had ever seen.

The raw beauty of our planet, with its angelic atmospheric halo, brought me to tears.

After my eyes had drank their fill, I turned back to inspect the room once again and began laughing at the absurdity of it all. Behind the furniture and homely items, the white wooden shiplap covered what I knew to be the metallic walls of an alien craft.

Somehow I knew that my soul had specifically requested these components in an earlier, un-remembered conversation with these same beings in preparation for this exact moment. My asks were rooted in an overabundance of caution to help me feel safe in this environment, avoiding the emotion of fear which could easily send me plummeting back down to Earth and back into my body. But now that I was finally aboard the craft and consciously participating in the experience I laughed at myself and the stereotypical choices of what “safe” (for me) looked like.

Sensing an opportunity to connect through the emotion of joyful humor, the beings on the craft made their presence known to me and joined in my laughter. I couldn’t see them but I felt their points of gravity around me and heard them through the telekinetic communication of concepts and emotions that most often permeates my out-of-body experiences. I felt like I knew them deeply, like we had had many conversations and perhaps even worked together outside of my human experience in a different time and existence.

Looking back toward the magnificent view of Earth I noticed a control panel near the window. It was covered in red and green blinking buttons but I didn’t want to touch them out of fear for screwing something up. There it was: fear. That single thought began to destabilize the OBE and I could feel myself beginning to pull back toward my physical body on the planet’s surface. No! It was Too soon!

I turned away from the controls back to the ridiculous white shiplap walls and sat down on the floor facing the homely side of the room. After taking several deep “breaths” (or at least the motion of doing so since my soul did not need to breathe), I sat down on the floor crisscross-apple-sauce and calmed myself. The pulling sensation stopped and my consciousness once again rooted itself in the full presence of the OBE.

I opened my eyes and looked around again. From my perspective on the floor, I noticed some of my old clothing folded on a desk chair in the corner and got up to investigate.

There were 3 pairs of old jeans, my military MARFOR Correy Station t-shirt, a Marine Corps sweatshirt, and sitting atop the pile was a thick 2-pocket folder packed with sheets of information. I opened the folder and read the first sheet, “Your name is Meg (born Megan)… [insert other personally identifying information].” I started laughing again as I had the sense of knowing that this, too, I had specifically requested to help ground me in the experience.

I scoffed at my requested precautions but they seemed necessary and the humor accompanying them was welcome. I was glad that my asks were respectfully granted even as I laughed at them. The beings aboard this vessel wanted me to remember this experience in a positive light and so did I! By providing safe and familiar imagery for me, I was able to maintain the connection far longer than I had in my past OBEs.

I rifled through the rest of the folder. There were key memories, dates of personally notable events, past places I had lived, and people I had known: a treasure trove of information detailing my life up until this point.

But the thing that stood out to me the most was a list of pets and animals I had loved and cared for. Surprisingly, it included more than just those I had been responsible for, listing out animals that I had lived with in general such as my former roommates’ pets, and even mentioned the pets of relatives and friends that I visited frequently.

The beings on the craft communicated through think-feeling concepts that all animals we interact with are connected to us in meaningful ways. We learn something about love from each of them.

As I scanned the list from the bottom up I noticed that my current dog’s name, Daruk, was not at the top of the list—there was one above his. The name was 4 letters long but the letters on the page kept shifting and changing as I looked at it. Mainly, the name had 2 of the same vowel—like Maya or Zeke or Coco—which was integral to the energetic frequency behind the name. Another concept was passed along to me: this animal will be coming into your life soon, it is set in motion.

I was ecstatic! At the time we were thinking about adopting another dog though we had not yet begun to actively search. This list informed me that we already have a confirmed connection, a soul contract, coming in with another pet, they just haven’t chosen their name yet. The excitement of knowing this, of seeing it written upon the pages of my soul’s human journey, sent a rush of exuberant energy through me…

Which became so overwhelming that I felt my consciousness burst out of the experience and plummet down through the atmosphere before slamming back into my body.

I bolted upright in bed and gasped for breath at the suddenness of my return. Taking a moment to fully recall what I had just experienced, I laughed once again at the absurdity of my comfort requests on the alien spacecraft before reaching across the nightstand for my phone to begin recording the OBE.

Afterthoughts

This was one of the more profound OBEs I’ve experienced and there was a lot for me to unpack.

Gravitational Pull

Immediately I drew a connection between the little green man in the December 2023 OBE and the energetic feeling of the beings aboard the craft in the February 2024 OBE. I had a deep sense of knowing that he was one of the beings on that craft and had been sent by the group as a messenger to prepare me for the February experience (and apparently to take my comfort requests as well).

Often when I encounter extraterrestrial beings during OBEs I don’t visually see them, instead I feel them around me through a sense of gravitational pull.

As I have come to understand it, the gravity of a being is determined by combining several facets of their character: the quality of their thoughts and consciousness, the density they most often reside within or their current density, their emotional content (if they have any), and their overall role or function within the universe—we ALL have a role and function within the universe. From another perspective, I too have my own gravitational pull that these beings can sense (and you have your own).

That Time I Flew In a Leer Jet Over Afghanistan

The military clothing on the chair in the corner was more than just a nod to my enlistment in the Marine Corps, it was a direct reference to another experience I had had almost 10 years prior while on deployment in Afghanistan.

At the time, I wasn’t as open to the soul concepts and sense of spirituality that I have today, nor was I experiencing conscious OBEs at the time, but I was beginning to dip my toes into the river of my present life-current.

I had a special job in the military (that you can read about more in my book) which required me to visit various other bases as part of a discreet 2-man team while on deployment in Afghanistan circa 2015. As my partner and I were waiting for our rickety flight back to home base in an old fixed-wing cessna, we were approached by two high-ranking pilots who casually informed us that they were going to take over our return trip… in a leer jet. Apparently some other high-ranking individuals changed their itinerary at the last minute but the jet was already prepped and ready to go so they needed to burn the fuel.

Confused and slightly concerned (but excited nonetheless), we followed the pilots onto the tarmac, loaded our gear into the jet, and got to experience our first combat takeoff which I would equate to the world’s fastest and most expensive roller coaster.

The flight took us to altitudes a cessna could never reach and as we climbed I stared out the window as the blueness of the sky began to deepen. Up, up, up we went until I could just make out the curvature of the earth’s surface. A few stars were visible up here as we entered the lower atmosphere. It was, at the time, the most amazing thing I had ever seen.

But before I knew it we began our descent and barreled back down to Earth.

My partner nudged me and I finally looked over at him, apparently I had completely spaced out of the entire flight. Back on the ground I felt like a different person but I couldn’t explain how or why. All I knew is that something had happened up there. I shook it off and continued our operation.

Fast forward to this latest OBE experience and it all finally crashed back into my memory: that flight on the leer jet had been my first contact with the beings aboard that craft.

As I sat in my bed processing my OBE, bits and pieces of that Afghanistan flight filtered into place. It was still a little fuzzy but I knew that they had first connected with me then. When I had zoned out my soul had left for a bit to hash things out with the beings on that craft and together we determined that we’d meet again in the future, though it depended on the choices I would make. Still, the path had been laid and, in this OBE, I had come full circle.

Today, I’m still figuring out the “why” behind our connection but I have had several other OBEs upon craft that I’ll detail out in following posts.

Follow-up on the Pet Contract

A year and a half after the February 2024 OBE, in September 2025, we lost our dog Daruk to aggressive lymphoma. We had never actually ended up adopting another dog as our life goals shifted and we decided to plan for a baby instead.

Daruk’s loss was devastating, but as he was exiting our lives my brother-in-law and his wife had just adopted a new puppy named Momo. Her name fit the description from my OBE: 4 letters and 2 of the same vowel. Even though we had not adopted a new pet ourselves, she had still found her way into our lives through another avenue.

I contacted my sister-in-law and told her about my OBE which she then recalled I had actually told her about back when I first had it. Both of our minds were blown!

The Total Package

There was a lot to unpack from this OBE experience overall. It linked two different encounters together (the little green man and the white shiplap craft—still laughing about that), it referenced my past experience in Afghanistan and returned some pieces of memory to me, and it even detailed a future-oriented soul connection that came to fruition!

While all of my OBEs are profound in at least some way, this one was the total package.