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If you are experiencing:
• Strange flashes of light.
• Orbs.
• Bursts of iridescence.
• Geometries spanning objects.
• Out-of-body experiences.
• Glowing smears.
• Volumetric and shifting illumination.
You are not alone.
#strangeflashes #orbs #nhi
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CHAPTER 1
Return to the Sunshine State
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In the wake of the COVID-19 outbreak I was working as a computer engineer in the Boston area. I had begun to see an increase in strange phenomena:
• I would see quick flashes of light in my apartment.
• I would experience a shift in consciousness where it felt like my mind existed as the interior of a torus.
• I would have moments where it would feel like I was getting pulled "up and out" of my body. I would feel like I was zooming up out of my skull, out of my apartment building, out of the city, out of the state, into space, and then it would feel like "stepping out" and coming face-to-face with what felt like an enclosing layer of reality.
Shortly after this time period, I relocated to Gainesville, Florida. Gainesville is a mid-sized city in North Central Florida, probably best known as the home of the University of Florida. It's a vibrant college town surrounded by lush greenery, prairies, springs, wetlands, forests, and interesting geological features.
It has also historically been a groovy place, with a thriving rock scene that produced legendary musicians like Tom Petty, Stephen Stills, and members of the Eagles. There are still a lot of colorful characters left over from that time period.
Gainesville is also the hometown of yours truly, Iridium Shift.
The morning after my relocation flight, my top priority was visiting the site of a sinkhole that had opened up recently.
A chainlink fence surrounded the sinkhole. I couldn't see the hole; I could just see where the hole was.
There was a man standing next to the fence. He was dressed in extremely colorful clothes that looked handmade.
The way he was posted up next to this site gave him the air of a docent. And like a docent, he had a name tag on, and also seemed to know a thing or two. His name was permanently sewn into the pocket of his colorful shirt in skinny and imperfect letters made of thread.
I was immediately at ease with him, and began to talk to him about the sinkhole.
• He told me the initial collapse was a massive impact that shook the whole neighborhood.
• He told me that there was a large subterranean tunnel which ran along the length of the neighborhood. That wasn't a surprise, as Florida is full of such things. When underground chambers collapse, they can create massive sinkholes such as this one.
• He told me there were talks of turning the site into a meditation garden.
Although this meeting itself wasn't out of the ordinary, years later the encounter played a role in something that most definitely was.
For now, let's not jump around in time too much.
My apologies for delays in responding to DM's and comments.
I have some interesting posts in the pipeline. ✍️⬆️
Please share any of your own relevant thoughts or experiences.
Thanks for reading my blog,
Iridium Shift
This footage is very similar to the "proximity flashers" I often yap about.
As you can see, the "blip" that shows up on film often seems to be quite small, though the flash can appear much larger to the eye. Capturing the flashers in front of nearby objects is very useful for figuring out the scale of these things.
Cool video.
* Proximity Flashers *
In the Summer of 2024, the light phenomena got to a point where I could no longer dismiss it as I had been in the preceding years. Things got really weird in my neighborhood in Gainesville, FL.
I began to develop my own vocabulary for the different manifestations. Shifting volumes of light that seemingly occurred without a source and occurring in protected areas I dubbed "the flashlight ghost".
The golden orbs I would see I would call "embers", as they would sometimes move in curved trajectories like embers in the wind, or engage in synchronized dances almost like when you throw a log on a fire.
Sometimes I would see things like radially symmetric clusters of gently glowing white orbs. I called random but stable stuff like that simply "UFO's".
But the thing I saw most often I would call "proximity flashers". These would be extremely quick flashes, sparks, or glints of light. To the eye, a flasher would often create a piece of light hanging in the air of a couple of feet or so. Larger flashes could be created using multiple "blips" of illumination which fire off in a synchronized fashion.
I reckon the "apparent size" of the flasher has a lot to do with eye geometry as well as the angle that the flasher is projecting at the viewer.
For a long time, back when things were more normal, I assumed the flashes were simply photopsia. But eventually I got a bodycamera, took it into my garden, and without too much trouble I was able to start capturing footage. They were indeed fast, and I think often times would simply fall through the cracks of the recording. When they would appear they would generally just occur for a single frame.
Because I was capturing this illumination in front of objects in my yard, I knew that these weren't satellites, space junk, or anything like that. And I could also see that each "blip" as recorded on film would just be on the order of a few inches across (though it creates a larger flash to the eye).
The "blips" of plasma-like material would seemingly just be able to hang in the air.
The frequency of these flashers varies a lot over time. Some periods I won't see any. When it's a wild time, they can be multiple times an hour, every night.
I have indeed seen "proximity flashers" in conjunction with "stable UFO's" up in the sky.
I think the proximity flashers have multiple uses and strength levels. I think they are a ground level interaction mechanism, an access technology, and also potentially some other very interesting things.
Since some of you are interested in the wacky parts I left out of my black helicopter story:
To zoom out a bit, I've had experiences peppered throughout my life, but in the wake of COVID-19, strangeness started to peak through in bigger ways. It amplified, and by the Summer of 2024 I was seeing all sorts of strange things in the sky and around me, and also having very direct experiences. I had also been photographing UFO's and "proximity flashers" for a number of months at this point.
In Jan 2025 an interesting and unlikely synchronicity resulted in me getting a piece of advice from somebody going by the name of Ethan Titor.
The advice was that my timeline is more fragile than I realize.
I interpreted this advice as a recommendation to always try and maintain my cool, and not fall victim to fear. Love over fear... I'm sorry if it sounds cheesy, but it is what it is!
So given how weird things were getting, I put this advice in my pocket in case I needed a reminder.
On that Friday night, I am feeling nervous. A number of things had hinted (nothing definitive, mind you) that I was "on the radar". And it made sense that I would be. Of course, I wasn't sure.
I thought something big might be unfurling, and I had no idea what it was. For instance, what if some sort of disclosure was occurring that could lead to empty food shelves as everybody panics in fear?
I forget the time, but it's not too late at night. I go to my hammock in my food forest, carrying this nervousness with me. I sit in the hammock (as though it's a chair; I'm not laying down).
Very quickly I become a merkaba shape. It's not like I did some weird meditation. Very quickly, rather than being surrounded by plants and trees, I exist as the sharp facets of two interlocked tetrahedrons.
I then have a feeling of "popping out". I am in a dim, cavernous space, just sort of floating around. Things feel... hyperdimensional? I don't know; it's not normal "space" like we're used to.
There is a female figure sitting in a chair. She is just sitting silently, staring ahead.
Very interestingly, there is a merkaba next to her. The star shaped object is just sitting there on the hyperdimensional "ground".
I'm just kind of floating around. I surely do not want to bother this female figure. How do I get "back"?
I am then immediately in my hammock in the food forest.
There is a large Mantis head directly in front of me. I need to stress that this wasn't some glowy glob of gloop that kinda looks like a face, this looked like a photorealistic, dark colored praying mantis head, staring directly at me.
The head quickly disappears, and as it does so, there is a large flash of light which shoots from the ground to a windowsill. (Interestingly, the next day I find that I had left a knife on this windowsill; I at that point thrust it into the ground).
After I see the light shoot to the windowsill, I get up and go inside. I feel very very different. Calm, yet energized. Hooked up to something powerful, but at a degree of risk, so care was needed with my thoughts and actions.
I also immediately notice how sensitive I was to the harsh lighting in the kitchen. I don't say much to my lady as I enter the house; I just go and sit on the loveseat.
Immediately, light starts pouring in my front windows. I have no reason to believe this was anything other than a car turning around in my driveway. Though gee, the timing sure is weird given what had just happened.
But I immediately noticed I wasn't at all concerned with this car, despite how nervous I was before going to the hammock about being "on the radar". I just kept sitting on the love seat and watch the shadows dance. I noticed I wasn't peaking out the window like how a nervous person would.
I found that something had changed my entire consciousness in that experience in the hammock. It was as though I could now better feel the curves of my own mind, which had been somehow powerwashed.
On Saturday I wake up still feeling very transformed. But I still needed to go for a quick Publix run. Something weird did happen at the store, but it was less concrete than what happened next, so I will omit it.
When I return home, I found that somebody had been in my yard in the short time I had gone to the store.
Pieces of wood had been arranged into the shape of a cross or axis mundi and were leaning against a fence. Around this shape palm fronds had been arranged.
A piece of trash that had been under a stand of nearby palm trees had been removed and placed near the curb. I recognized the piece of trash, and so was prompted to investigate under the palms, as I knew somebody must have been under them.
There, I found an interesting arrangement of objects: bundles of sticks, plucked leaves placed in a pot and placed on a brick, and a strange red plastic "flying disc" sports toy.
I'm well aware that groups of kids make little fairy house things like this all the time. And they very well might have made this one, and that's OK. A synchronicity often has "mundane causes" when examined. But given the timing with the freaking giant praying mantis, and how the arrangements appeared in the brief time I was at the store, I took note of the symbolism in the arrangement. I'm a gardener, and the "potted" plant and sun shaped red object seemed meaningful. I thought it was cool.
I felt like I had to do something to reciprocate. So I took the red "sun disc" to my garden and threaded a vine through it. Months later, I had an open-eyed entity encounter which directly referenced this action I took. That's a whole other story/photos.
I'm still feeling super weird, so a nap was in order. I crawl into bed. One of my black cats crawls onto my chest. He hasn't done this since.
Immediately, it feels like I am "thumped" out of my body and fall to the floor. Not a feeling I was used to, or something I can do of my own accord. I then go through the wall, and up into the sky where a couple of others are waiting. There seemed to be three of us total.
We travel to Kanapaha Prairie in Gainesville, FL, to the exact coordinates where my profile picture was taken. But things are dim; space is different; characters are different. Yet somehow the same.
There are entities there that great me and seem happy to see me. They explain something to me and a meeting happened, but I don't remember the meeting. It was good vibes though.
I am then back in my body with my cat still on top of me. What a strange nap. For some reason I immediately roll up my sleeve - the first time doing so since the experience the night before.
I find a small scoop wound on my inner wrist. I still have a strange scar there that makes a convenient "reminder". Sounds spooky but I'm glad I have it.
It felt like something had happened that weekend which extend my heart along my arm and "pinned it" to my inner wrist. It felt, and still feels, very functional. Like literally wearing your heart on your sleeve.
That evening I just sort of chill out in the backyard and feel weird, but not at all bad. The sounds around me sound sort of slowed down and phased. Very ethereal. I recalled some advice I had received about being on the lookout for the effects of time dilation.
That night, a beautiful and unique smell of fresh flowers filled my yard, despite nothing around me being in bloom.
The proximity flashers that weekend were pretty much constant.
On Sunday, the sky is extremely overcast with a low hanging cloud cover. This is when I first saw the craft which looks like an elongated black wedge. It was daytime, and I am basing this description of the object's apparent body; not its lights or anything like that. (I have a very crazy story seeing a similar thing but closer in 2026...)
A couple of days or so later, the black helicopter experience happened. As it was overhead, and I had just received two calls while it was overheard (with ten supposed minutes in between I later found out), I faced a choice: do I let this bother me, or is this just a test of sorts?
Would I became some disheveled dude worrying that the government is messing with me all the time, or... perhaps I could have a little fun with all this?
"Sorry guys, I'm in the middle of something very important (smoking weed)", I say to the sky as the black helicopter flies away. But I do something else. I broadcast - to the entire world, not just the aircraft:
"I LOVE YOU!!"
And HERE, after all that reading, is the silly part I left out of the story... after I say "I LOVE YOU", I immediately hear a beep from a nearby car. I look down at my bowl.
Make of it what you will, LOL. Told you that part was wacky... wacky tobacky!
💚
I have a really wild black helicopter story. Make of this what you will. This happened back in January 2025, just days after some of my most intense experiences. I realize this story sounds a bit "on the nose", but I think that was sort of the point of those days.
It was like all the tropes were getting hit.
I'm in my backyard hanging out, about to smoke a bowl. A black military helicopter (Black Hawk I believe) with no identifying marks (and not on flight tracking) flies over my yard, right above the treeline. It was very close.
My phone then rings: a Washington DC Spam Risk number. I hit decline.
Immediately after declining the call, my phone rings again: this time it's a friend of mine. I hit decline again.
The helicopter is still above me as I decline this second call, and I watch it fly off. I jokingly say to the sky: "Sorry, I'm in the middle of something VERY important." 😶🌫️
It got weird when I later looked at my iPhone call history, which said there were ten minutes in between the two calls.
It was like the calls were markers on a timeline, making it easy to see a chunk of missing time. It felt arranged, like I was meant to notice those timestamps, and the calls were a convenient way to provide them to me. ⏰
There's more to this story but it's so wacky I might not post.
I have a really wild black helicopter story. Make of this what you will. This happened back in January 2025, just days after some of my most intense experiences. I realize this story sounds a bit "on the nose", but I think that was sort of the point of those days.
It was like all the tropes were getting hit.
I'm in my backyard hanging out, about to smoke a bowl. A black military helicopter (Black Hawk I believe) with no identifying marks (and not on flight tracking) flies over my yard, right above the treeline. It was very close.
My phone then rings: a Washington DC Spam Risk number. I hit decline.
Immediately after declining the call, my phone rings again: this time it's a friend of mine. I hit decline again.
The helicopter is still above me as I decline this second call, and I watch it fly off. I jokingly say to the sky: "Sorry, I'm in the middle of something VERY important." 😶🌫️
It got weird when I later looked at my iPhone call history, which said there were ten minutes in between the two calls.
It was like the calls were markers on a timeline, making it easy to see a chunk of missing time. It felt arranged, like I was meant to notice those timestamps, and the calls were a convenient way to provide them to me. ⏰
There's more to this story but it's so wacky I might not post.
Since some of you are interested in the wacky parts I left out of my black helicopter story:
To zoom out a bit, I've had experiences peppered throughout my life, but in the wake of COVID-19, strangeness started to peak through in bigger ways. It amplified, and by the Summer of 2024 I was seeing all sorts of strange things in the sky and around me, and also having very direct experiences. I had also been photographing UFO's and "proximity flashers" for a number of months at this point.
In Jan 2025 an interesting and unlikely synchronicity resulted in me getting a piece of advice from somebody going by the name of Ethan Titor.
The advice was that my timeline is more fragile than I realize.
I interpreted this advice as a recommendation to always try and maintain my cool, and not fall victim to fear. Love over fear... I'm sorry if it sounds cheesy, but it is what it is!
So given how weird things were getting, I put this advice in my pocket in case I needed a reminder.
On that Friday night, I am feeling nervous. A number of things had hinted (nothing definitive, mind you) that I was "on the radar". And it made sense that I would be. Of course, I wasn't sure.
I thought something big might be unfurling, and I had no idea what it was. For instance, what if some sort of disclosure was occurring that could lead to empty food shelves as everybody panics in fear?
I forget the time, but it's not too late at night. I go to my hammock in my food forest, carrying this nervousness with me. I sit in the hammock (as though it's a chair; I'm not laying down).
Very quickly I become a merkaba shape. It's not like I did some weird meditation. Very quickly, rather than being surrounded by plants and trees, I exist as the sharp facets of two interlocked tetrahedrons.
I then have a feeling of "popping out". I am in a dim, cavernous space, just sort of floating around. Things feel... hyperdimensional? I don't know; it's not normal "space" like we're used to.
There is a female figure sitting in a chair. She is just sitting silently, staring ahead.
Very interestingly, there is a merkaba next to her. The star shaped object is just sitting there on the hyperdimensional "ground".
I'm just kind of floating around. I surely do not want to bother this female figure. How do I get "back"?
I am then immediately in my hammock in the food forest.
There is a large Mantis head directly in front of me. I need to stress that this wasn't some glowy glob of gloop that kinda looks like a face, this looked like a photorealistic, dark colored praying mantis head, staring directly at me.
The head quickly disappears, and as it does so, there is a large flash of light which shoots from the ground to a windowsill. (Interestingly, the next day I find that I had left a knife on this windowsill; I at that point thrust it into the ground).
After I see the light shoot to the windowsill, I get up and go inside. I feel very very different. Calm, yet energized. Hooked up to something powerful, but at a degree of risk, so care was needed with my thoughts and actions.
I also immediately notice how sensitive I was to the harsh lighting in the kitchen. I don't say much to my lady as I enter the house; I just go and sit on the loveseat.
Immediately, light starts pouring in my front windows. I have no reason to believe this was anything other than a car turning around in my driveway. Though gee, the timing sure is weird given what had just happened.
But I immediately noticed I wasn't at all concerned with this car, despite how nervous I was before going to the hammock about being "on the radar". I just kept sitting on the love seat and watch the shadows dance. I noticed I wasn't peaking out the window like how a nervous person would.
I found that something had changed my entire consciousness in that experience in the hammock. It was as though I could now better feel the curves of my own mind, which had been somehow powerwashed.
On Saturday I wake up still feeling very transformed. But I still needed to go for a quick Publix run. Something weird did happen at the store, but it was less concrete than what happened next, so I will omit it.
When I return home, I found that somebody had been in my yard in the short time I had gone to the store.
Pieces of wood had been arranged into the shape of a cross or axis mundi and were leaning against a fence. Around this shape palm fronds had been arranged.
A piece of trash that had been under a stand of nearby palm trees had been removed and placed near the curb. I recognized the piece of trash, and so was prompted to investigate under the palms, as I knew somebody must have been under them.
There, I found an interesting arrangement of objects: bundles of sticks, plucked leaves placed in a pot and placed on a brick, and a strange red plastic "flying disc" sports toy.
I'm well aware that groups of kids make little fairy house things like this all the time. And they very well might have made this one, and that's OK. A synchronicity often has "mundane causes" when examined. But given the timing with the freaking giant praying mantis, and how the arrangements appeared in the brief time I was at the store, I took note of the symbolism in the arrangement. I'm a gardener, and the "potted" plant and sun shaped red object seemed meaningful. I thought it was cool.
I felt like I had to do something to reciprocate. So I took the red "sun disc" to my garden and threaded a vine through it. Months later, I had an open-eyed entity encounter which directly referenced this action I took. That's a whole other story/photos.
I'm still feeling super weird, so a nap was in order. I crawl into bed. One of my black cats crawls onto my chest. He hasn't done this since.
Immediately, it feels like I am "thumped" out of my body and fall to the floor. Not a feeling I was used to, or something I can do of my own accord. I then go through the wall, and up into the sky where a couple of others are waiting. There seemed to be three of us total.
We travel to Kanapaha Prairie in Gainesville, FL, to the exact coordinates where my profile picture was taken. But things are dim; space is different; characters are different. Yet somehow the same.
There are entities there that great me and seem happy to see me. They explain something to me and a meeting happened, but I don't remember the meeting. It was good vibes though.
I am then back in my body with my cat still on top of me. What a strange nap. For some reason I immediately roll up my sleeve - the first time doing so since the experience the night before.
I find a small scoop wound on my inner wrist. I still have a strange scar there that makes a convenient "reminder". Sounds spooky but I'm glad I have it.
It felt like something had happened that weekend which extend my heart along my arm and "pinned it" to my inner wrist. It felt, and still feels, very functional. Like literally wearing your heart on your sleeve.
That evening I just sort of chill out in the backyard and feel weird, but not at all bad. The sounds around me sound sort of slowed down and phased. Very ethereal. I recalled some advice I had received about being on the lookout for the effects of time dilation.
That night, a beautiful and unique smell of fresh flowers filled my yard, despite nothing around me being in bloom.
The proximity flashers that weekend were pretty much constant.
On Sunday, the sky is extremely overcast with a low hanging cloud cover. This is when I first saw the craft which looks like an elongated black wedge. It was daytime, and I am basing this description of the object's apparent body; not its lights or anything like that. (I have a very crazy story seeing a similar thing but closer in 2026...)
A couple of days or so later, the black helicopter experience happened. As it was overhead, and I had just received two calls while it was overheard (with ten supposed minutes in between I later found out), I faced a choice: do I let this bother me, or is this just a test of sorts?
Would I became some disheveled dude worrying that the government is messing with me all the time, or... perhaps I could have a little fun with all this?
"Sorry guys, I'm in the middle of something very important (smoking weed)", I say to the sky as the black helicopter flies away. But I do something else. I broadcast - to the entire world, not just the aircraft:
"I LOVE YOU!!"
And HERE, after all that reading, is the silly part I left out of the story... after I say "I LOVE YOU", I immediately hear a beep from a nearby car. I look down at my bowl.
Make of it what you will, LOL. Told you that part was wacky... wacky tobacky!
💚
In the 1890s, mysterious airships were reported across the United States, with San Francisco newspapers documenting strange craft that seemed far ahead of the technology of their time.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myster…
I was once advised that, if I find myself around lots of bizarre illumination, I should also be on the lookout for symptoms of time dilation.
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youtube.com/watch?v=8EyDDcQ6…
