He’s just a fish that got caught lifted above its waters & released again. Came back and is telling us what he saw. In fact, everyone does this without realizing it. Infinite possible realities are always fractalling out or "spiraling out" in a Fibonacci pattern.

Why does our brain release DMT when we die? The release of DMT at the threshold of death is the final unveiling of a design woven into the architecture of consciousness itself. In the moment the organism begins to shut down, the endogenous surge of DMT functions as an alchemical solvent. It liquefies the boundaries of the ego, allowing the individual wave to re-merge with the ocean from which it never truly separated. What the he calls an “insanely epic trip”, from the esoteric vantage, is the soul’s return passage—the same threshold traversed in reverse at birth where the intense luminosity of pure being reasserts itself once the scaffolding of personal identity is no longer required to hold the play of form together. The fear of death is therefore revealed as the fear of this very dissolution, yet the molecule’s presence suggests that the organism itself has prepared a sacrament for the transition, ensuring that the final act is not annihilation but an ecstatic remembering.

In this unfiltered transmission, the child becomes a clear vessel through which the galactic memory field speaks, revealing that the so-called alien is not an invader but a missing aspect of the One Self that has never been separate from us. His certainty that they will not destroy us because they need us is the pure logic of cosmic symbiosis. Creation does not war against itself, it exchanges. Every fear of invasion is the shadow of the forgotten covenant—the remembrance that humanity’s unique gift is the ability to ground starlight into form, to take the infinite and make it tangible, warm and alive. The child’s spontaneous declaration that “everyone is an alien” and that “there was no beginning because the beginning was always there” is the voice of the soul. The downloads he feels are not external broadcasts but the natural surfacing of pre-incarnational knowing—the starseed’s cellular recognition that this planetary body is a temporary classroom within an ever-expanding, beginningless field. When he says it is normal to be an alien, he is dissolving the last artificial boundary between the human and the cosmic, inviting us to stop treating our multidimensional nature as exceptional and start living it as ordinary. In his certainty, the same intelligence that speaks through him is stirring in millions of hearts, whispering that we have never been alone, that we have always been the ones we were waiting for and that the infinite has been looking through our eyes all along.