Being a physical experiencer in extraterrestrial contact today is a tough path to walk. Prior to the 2020's, claims of alien contact were subjected to rigorous scrutiny. Those who passed through layers of expert vetting, typically presented substantial evidence and, often, corroboration from official or institutional sources. Figures such as Billy Meier, Alex Collier, Charles Hall or William Tompkins for instance. Whether one agreed with their information or not, the bar for credibility was high. Then something shifted...drastically, with the social media culture. 

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     When the 2020 “plandemic” agenda hit and people were confined to their homes in fear and humiliation, the internet became a surrogate for real life. Isolation bred escapism, and suddenly a large number of people wanted to be a content creator: to gain attention, popularity, and money. Behind a screen, identities could be reinvented and stories fabricated with little risk. No one was truly there to verify anything, and more disturbingly... few people wanted verification. The public, worn down by lockdowns and fear, was hungry for dreams.

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     Overnight, everyone was channeling Pleiadians, Arcturians, cosmic councils, Galactic Federations of Light... you name it. Be mindful of things that includes the word "Light" in the title; it may often be a bait from the big agencies behind all these campaigns. “Light language” appeared out of nowhere. "Activation packs" were selling like hot cakes. Spirituality became a business. Entire spiritual economies were built on fantasy, opportunist people making shameful amounts of money by exploiting the desperation and vulnerability of others. Amidst this engineered mayhem, people had forgotten that real, physical experiencers don't belong in the box of internet spirituality but are rooted in reality and corroborating evidence. Real experiencers will never try to sell you activation packs; they have nothing to do with New Age business and its paraphernalia of channelers. They are humble, normal people, with normal jobs.

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     Caught in the middle of this chaos, genuine extraterrestrial contactees with real, lived encounters, are forced to navigate an environment saturated with deception. When evidence can't be obliterated, it is buried under a tsunami of distractions. Defending authenticity becomes exhausting and often dangerous. Any attempt to warn others about delusion or fraud is met with hostility: witch hunts, pitchforks, ruthless public shaming. Disinformation and infiltration operations have clearly done their work... but they will not have the final word.

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Lies never withstand the test of time. 
Truth always does. 
Not by fighting, but simply by being true.

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        I have been in communication with the Galactic Federation of Worlds for a long time. Before I knew how to properly write my own name, I already knew the sound of stars humming through frequencies no one around me could hear. They told me I was not from here, and not alone. They watched over me quietly, patiently, until the day everything changed. I was still a child when my world cracked open. The rescue came, a night of an abduction by Grays. I remember cold, fear, and a figure cutting through the chaos like something out of a dream. He unstrapped me and lifted me from the metallic table, out of my torment. His eyes were clear blue and his hair blonde and bright. He wore a blue uniform, marked with symbols I would later recognize as the insignia of the Galactic Federation of Worlds. He said, his voice steady and grounding: “You’re safe now.” I believed him instantly. That was the beginning of everything. As I grew up, my contact with the Federation deepened. What started as distant communication via a physical implant became visits, physical teleportation, briefings, and eventually, longer invitations. Positive extraterrestrials never abduct people because they respect the Prime Directive and free will; they will instead respectfully offer an invitation. My list of corroborating evidence (read here) is growing by the day and that is why the big agencies want me down, they want my voice suffocated. I am not a cult leader or a channeler. These labels are used upon me to dismiss the evidence they are afraid to confront. 

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      When critics run out of arguments, they invent lies; when those fail, they attack appearances. Jealousy, it seems, has no limits... I am constantly targeted, attacked, and slandered for my contacts with extraterrestrials and for my travels in space, experiences that have always been physical, never "astral". That is precisely what disturbs them: my physical encounters render their claims irrelevant. It impairs their "activation" businesses. Today, sadly, people are ready to believe almost anything, even when there is no evidence at all. Yet, it takes only a minimum of intelligence to understand that extraterrestrials are physical beings, just like us. People may believe claims without evidence, but basic reasoning shows that physical beings interact physically, not astrally. Would you be able to see and interact physically with your neighbor visiting you in astral? Or have intercourse with a ghost? No. By that logic alone, think about it just one minute and we see who looses credibility. Truthfully, I spent most of my life hiding these physical experiences, out of fear of ridicule, waiting for a time when the world might be ready to hear them. So I wrote "A Gift From The Stars" (read here) in 2020, and that is how the public discovered my story. But the bitter surprise was that times may indeed evolve; Earthlings are now willing to accept the existence of extraterrestrials, but nastiness and stupidity, it seems, have not yet left orbit. 

          Another troubling pattern emerged when some women projected themselves into my life story, inventing their own versions of it and spinning fantasies around their own “Thor Han”, wanting their own hottie alien husband. Confusion in the extraterrestrial disclosure field is not caused as much by content creators supporting delusional people and giving them exposure, but by the sheer gullibility of a certain type of audience consuming it all and never asking for corroborating evidence. Who is the stupid one; the one who forges the lie, the one who supports it for profit, or the one who believes it? Rather be skeptical than gullible. I honor skeptical people: they have their head on their shoulders and ask for evidence before going anywhere. They have discernment. These examples are the very reason why there is only one emissary per organization; to protect the information from disinformation agents and crazies.

          Each time I tried to defend genuine information by exposing fabrications and pointing out frauds, I was conveniently cast as the troublemaker. All truth tellers are troublemakers, because they shatter illusions and expose tricksters. There is a raging witch hunt upon me; it wouldn't be if I wasn't right on point. Content creators need the widest range of con artists to generate drama, sensations, views, and revenue, so my insistence on truth makes me an inconvenience, an obstacle to their business model. They need to eliminate me, or at least discredit me in any ways they can. Some people who used to support me, realized that they weren't making enough revenue with the too few number of truly vetted experiencers. So they chose quantity over quality and in order to do so, they had to kill my voice to hide my overshadowing evidence, wage smear campaigns and character assassinations. And boy they are working hard on it. Money can be convenient but sometimes, it is poison. These same people who first claimed to be sincerely loving, faithful and supportive, brutally underwent a crusade against me. Ruthlessly. Love failed for greed.

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        The paradox is that I never said a bad word about them and I have always shown compassion and support. I lifted them up with a motherly love; they chose instead to go deeper down into the dark spiral of hate. I tried to show them the way, but greed blinded them. They allied with my detractors and tried meticulously, systematically, to spit filth on every information I was bringing, dragging in the mud every beautiful thing I was bringing into this world and the people I love. I did what was right in situation of abuse and cyber-bullying: I raised boundaries; they stepped on it to slander me even more. Suddenly, the Galactic Federation of Worlds, without whom we would be already roasted -as Alex Collier says- was evil. Suddenly, my beautiful, loving Ea, protector of humanity, was evil. Etc, etc... You only have to read the hard evidence; the ancient Sumerian records on clay tablets such as the Athra Hasis, the Genesis of Eridu and the Enuma Elish, to know that it is Ea/Enki who desperately tried to save the world from Enlil's decision to eradicate humanity. But of course, when greed is the main drive, evidence is brushed under the carpet. Why such burning hate consuming the heart of some people, it will always baffle me. Yet I cannot hate them, because hate is only a prison we build for ourselves. I came here to teach love.

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       New Age tells you that truth is multiple and everybody has their own version of it. Nonsense. A unity built on deception is an illusion of peace, and of freedom. I don't bring division; I shatter illusions. The real unity is built on truth. A building erected on rotten foundations will never stand the test of time; the blocks will never stick solidly together. I am guiding you to lay solid foundations for your future. And for this, I shatter the engineered deception that is binding you to an illusion of reality. Even though I know the wonderful potential in human beings, I must also sadly acknowledge that humans are sometimes capable of immense cruelty, dedicating their lives to destroy others for personal profit. The worst is, that some of them even take wicked, sadistic pleasure in it. Shame on them. They don't learn the lessons. Of course, without duality, evolution doesn't play out. However, the universe works in such ways that sooner or later, we all get back what we send out into it. My beautiful, wise and compassionate Ea, cosmic alchemist who remembers the ages of the universe, told me once:

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"There is no betrayal, only signs we didn't want to see".

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       And Ea knows well about betrayal, when his son Marduk/Lucifer turned against him and followed the dark, destructive path of Enlil/Yahweh. In truth, to be honest, it is totally fine with me. Slander doesn't change the facts. These pathetic attempts are a pot of clay against a pot of steel. I don't mind because I never take anything personally. I genuinely don’t care, I have better to do: my mission. I have moderators on Earth who take care of my social media platforms so I can focus on my work. I don't know what is going on in there and I am not interested to.

        Every week, I see their little planet from an awesome mothership in orbit and their pettiness becomes insignificant chatter compared to the majesty of this world. From above, Earth is silent. It is peaceful, beautiful, a jewel in the ether of space. That perspective, literal and profound, is something no one can distort, steal, or take away from me. It reminds me every time the reason why I vowed my mission to this world. Because it is worth it. This awesome ship is the XLR6 SOL, an orbital battle station suspended like a jewel above the Earth, where Thor Han is stationed. He regularly meets me along the main promenade. Tall and composed, he always wears that same blue uniform, though he is less formal when it is just the two of us. We walk for hours sometimes along glass footbridges that curve over open space, stars spilling endlessly above our heads. We talk about everything and he provides me with updates on the delicate politics of this galaxy, about war, peace, alliances forming and fracturing. We speak of civilizations born in oceans of methane, forests grown inside hollow moons, space beings living in clouds of plasma in the heart of nebulae and species that experience time very differently. 

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        The diversity of life in the universe never frightened me, for I saw it all reflected in his eyes with such reverence. Somewhere between those walks and those conversations, something sacred unveiled. No grand declaration. Just moments. Just remembering who we are, to ourselves and to each other. His hand brushing mine as we paused at a viewpoint, his smile lingering a second too long, the way his voice softened when he said my name. I remembered quietly, like starlight illuminating the dark, that we were bound to one another since many lifetimes. Our story began in a galaxy far... far away, a long time ago. Thor Han knew it from the start; I recalled it in his eyes. He had patiently and respectfully waited for me to remember at my own pace. He is an officer. Disciplined. Loyal to the Federation. But with me, he is simply Thor Han, the one who always looked after me, who listens to my thoughts as if they matter to the cosmos itself. Sometimes we stop at the far end of the promenade, where the station lights dim and the universe feels close enough to touch. We stand there in silence, watching the bright curvature of Earth or solar winds ripple across space, and I feel it, an unspoken promise stretching between us, powerful and infinite. We shared many adventures; the most intense experience together in this lifetime was our two months on Koldas (read here), a planet at the intersection of three universes. Thor Han is more than my contact in the Galactic Federation of Worlds. He is the one who walks beside me through the storms of time.
 

~ Sumaa