In October of 2014 I traveled to Los Angeles for a long overdue visit with three of my closest and oldest friends. Kathy, my closest friend had just given birth to her first child, and I was eager spend time with her and the new baby. I had never been to LA before and was really excited to explore some of the great attractions it had to offer, including a rich occult history. Not only are there a myriad of great metaphysical stores and other quirky offerings, but it also houses such gems as Manly P. Hall’s The Philosophical Research Society library, and a Tesla coil at the Observatory on top of Griffith Park I was really jazzed about. Rounding out the trio of ladies I was planning to see on my trip that year was Kathy and I’s close friend Jessie, and a friend of mine from elementary school named Melissa who I had just recently rekindled a long absent friendship with. Melissa had been living in LA since 2003 which is about the last time we had briefly seen each other, so I was really excited to reunite with her at her home in Topanga Canyon.
Now if you’ve never been to Topanga Canyon, I highly recommend making it apart of your agenda when visiting Southern California. It is a beautiful, magical place full of wildlife and eccentric artsy people. The main street has some great little shops and cafes, and their farmers market was one of the best I’ve ever been to boasting fantastic organic produce, local dairy products, and old hippies peddling their wares. But if your short on time, this place may not be for you. It’s much slower paced than its neighboring counties, which can be a blessing but also a time warp. I literally stood in line to buy nuts for 30 minutes while the one person in front of me, a shirtless 75-year-old man wearing a crystal encrusted necklace the size of a bib, talked to the man behind the booth counter about how amazing raw almonds were, sampled every nut available with conversation, then proceeded to pay, forget he had paid, then argue with the merchant and insist on paying him again. I’m 100 percent sure drugs were involved and it was one of the highlights of my trip. Also, the nuts were great.
When I met Melissa at her home, it was like no time had passed at all. We were the same 11-year-old girls tearfully saying our good byes when we were separated by my families move to Virginia Beach in the early 1990s. The next few hours were spent catching up, enjoying the scenery and playing with Melissa’s daughter before we jumped into the car, and headed out to the desert at dusk. Our destination: Joshua Tree and the Integratron.
Oddly enough, it was a seemingly random event that ultimately led us to the Integratron that year. My mother had caught an episode of Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations, a show she never watched. While folding laundry one night, she flipped on the TV, only to have it open directly on the Travel Channel. Right as she was about to change the channel she heard Mr Bourdain talking about George Van Tassel and the Integratron. “How have I never heard of this guy?” she thought. She immediately looked him up on the internet and called me. “Tiff, have you ever heard of George Van Tassel?” she asked. “No, why?” I replied. “Well get ready for this,” she said and went on to explain the strange tale of George Van Tassel and his Integratron. I will not recount the entire story here for the sake of brevity but there’s a ton of great information on the internet about him and I highly recommend you look it up. The long and short of it is this: George Van Tassel claimed to be in contact with an alien intelligence at Big Rock near Landers California in the early 1950s which ultimately led him to build the Integratron. So what exactly is the Integratron? In their own words, “The Integratron is the fusion of art, magic and science. This historical structure is a resonant tabernacle and energy machine sited on a powerful geomagnetic vortex in the magical Mojave Desert.” Well, I was sold. “Tiff you have to go there when you’re in California. It’s not that far from LA near Joshua Tree,” she told me. “Oh I’m going there!” I replied while simultaneously emailing them to set up a private tour and sound bath.
I had always wanted to go to Joshua Tree for their Contact in the Desert conference, but the fascinating story of George Van Tassel had somehow escaped me. While driving that evening, Melissa and I chatted a little bit about what had ultimately led me to seek out the Integratron in the first place, and I opened up to her about some of my experiences. “You know I saw a UFO once back in our old neighborhood when were kids,” she said. “Whaaat?” I said as I slowly turned to face her. “Yeah,” she nodded. “I was playing outside with my brother. It was still a little light outside, just starting to get dark. I was at the top of a hill and looked up into the sky to see a large silver disk hovering above the tree I was standing near. I tried to get my brothers attention, who was at the bottom of the hill. I ran down the hill to grab him and pull him back up with me while I pointed up into the sky shouting ‘Look, look!’ He thought I was pointing to the chimney of a house and I remember being so frustrated. ‘No, behind the chimney!’ I shouted at him. But he couldn’t see what I was pointing to. By that time the disk had started to recede and ultimately disappear. I couldn’t believe that he couldn’t see it. I tried to tell him what I had seen but he didn’t believe me.” “Whoa, that’s amazing Melissa!” I said astonished. “Yeah. A few years later I had a visitation from a small hooded figure while I was laying on the floor in my brothers room.” Again I was floored, “Tell me what happened,” I urged. “Well I was laying on the floor trying to fall asleep one night, but I was still awake. I started to feel an energy move through me. At first it didn’t scare me. I could feel it move through me then exit. Then enter me again then exit again. It went on like that for a while and then it started to really freak me out. Finally the energy entered my body and didn’t leave. I became paralyzed with my eyes wide open. The sound changed, as if someone was holding two seashells over my ears. It was like a hollow sound. And then there appeared a figure at the base of my feet. It was cloaked, about 3 feet tall. I was completely frozen. I couldn’t even bend my fingers as hard as I tried. Then the figure faded away, my hearing slowly came back to normal and I was able to move again. I was too scared to move for a while, but finally I got up. I didn’t know what to do, so I paced around trying to avoid the area where I had seen the figure. I ultimately went into the hallway and paced there for about 20 minutes before deciding to sleep with my parents. I woke up every hour on the hour that night sweating and terrified. For the next few years, I felt the same energy enter and exit my body at night. I would be paralyzed and really scared. It happened almost every night or every other night. Sometimes there would be weeks it didn’t happen and I’d be so relieved. I was afraid to go to bed at night, but I don’t remember ever seeing the figure again.” “Well I’ve obviously asked the right person to join me on this trip.” I thought.
We arrived at Joshua Tree around 10pm that night, checked into our little roadside motel, and tucked ourselves in to what I can only described as a blanketed brick. After a very stiff night’s sleep we rose early the next morning, and headed out to the Integratron. Once there, we were greeted by one of their friendly employees and shown to a lovely waiting area outside. There were hammocks and a beautiful succulent garden. When it was our time to enter, we were escorted to the first floor of the building where we were shown pictures and given a little lecture on the history of the Integratron. We were then instructed to remove our shoes and climb up to the top floor. When we reached the top of the ladder, we entered in to an expansive round room with a high domed ceiling. Our host and sound bath musician had us stand at different places to experience the amazing acoustic properties of the building and instructed us to grab a blanket and pillow. We were to lay down opposite each other with our heads nearly touching in the middle of the room. There were a series of huge crystal bowls gathered at one edge of the space that our host began to play. The sound of the bowls resonated powerfully through the air and permeated my body. I saw colors and had some dreamy visions I can’t currently remember, but nothing really significant happened. It was just a relaxing and wonderful experience all around. After our hour was up, we felt refreshed and went on about our day heading over to Joshua Tree National Park where we spent a few hours taking in the sights and burning to a crisp. Then we hit a few shops, a rock show and got lunch at Pappy and Harrietts. All in all, a wonderful trip and a truly magical time.
The rest of my trip was great too. I caught up with my other friends and saw the sights. I hit a few metaphysical shops, had some readings and spent way too much money on cold pressed juice. I was sad to have to leave but decided I would try and make the trip out once a year if I could. I said my goodbyes and boarded my flight home, an empty red eye. All three seats to myself, praise the gods!
Back in Virginia life continued on as usual. Our restaurant was still open and we were getting into our busy season so that was taking up a lot of my time. One evening not too far into fall, my husband and I were called on to attend a small charity potluck at a friend’s restaurant. That night seemed to chug along like normal. We mingled, talked shop, and raised money for a great local charity. I was sitting at the bar sipping my wine when the girlfriend of one of our colleagues came over for a chat. Rene and I didn’t know each other well so we opened our conversation with the usual idle chit chat. I asked about how her master’s program was going, she asked me about the restaurant etc. Then the conversation turned to her training as a natural practitioner, so I felt comfortable telling her about my side business. “Oh wow, past life regression. That’s great. My dad does past life regression too.” She said. “Really?” I asked. “Yeah, you should totally come to my parents’ house for dinner some time. I’m sure he’d love to talk to you. He’s an abductee.” “An alien abductee?” I asked surprised. “Yeah,” she replied casually. “Um, I’d love to get in touch with him.” I said. I was pleasantly surprised at the turn of our conversation. “Does he have an email address I could use to contact him? I’ve actually been looking for someone to regress me.” “Yes,” she said and I took down his information.
About a month later Rene came to me for a tarot reading and after our session asked if I had had a chance to email her father. I had gotten wrapped up with work and completely forgotten to contact him so I made it a point to draft him a letter that evening while lying in bed. After emailing Rene’s dad about my “dream” experience with the so called Martians and a possible regression appointment, I laid back and reflected on my day. It had been an emotional one as I had had two back to back readings involving the untimely deaths of my clients loved ones. I thought about my clients, and mulled over the odd conversation with Rene the month earlier. What had led her to tell me about her dad being an abductee? It’s a bit of a leap to assume anyone, even in the natural healing community would be open to the kind of information unsolicited, i thought. I couldn’t sleep, so I picked up my phone again and went back to her dad’s website. He was a master woodworker and as I looked through his gallery admiring his craft I couldn’t help but notice a few of his pieces looking very much like space ships. “That’s odd,” I thought, but I decided I was just seeing something that wasn’t there, put my phone down and turned over on my side to sleep.
Almost immediately after turning over I heard a very loud wooshing noise in my ears and felt an energy start to pulse through my body. I became very tingly and I immediately recognized these as the onset symptoms of an OBE. I waited for the familiar paralysis and drift out, but it didn’t come. I was still wide awake just lying there feeling the energy and hearing the noise when something very very strange happened. Something that has never happened to me before. I separated from myself, but I was still aware of my physical body lying on the bed. It was not at all like the OBEs I was used to. I was altogether in two places at the same time, aware of both, and still able to move my physical body. It was an amazing feeling of expansion, mentally and physically. The only thing I’ve ever heard described as similar, is from some of the books I’ve read on remote viewing. I then found myself hovering at the entrance to a huge swirling tunnel of clouds. The noise in my ears grew louder and louder, going from a steady woosh to a pulsating whoam whoam whoam whoam whoam. The tunnel started to expand and swirl faster. I was slowly being sucked into and down the tube of clouds. The sound pulsed louder and louder until it almost became deafening before fading into a static-y white noise with what sounded like radio channel distortion. I was then aware of three very tall and skinny humanoid looking beings made of what looked like light, waiting at the far end of the tunnel. “Oh shit!” I thought. “Shit, shit shit… what is happening right now?!” I was drifting faster. Something was dragging me in like a tractor beam sucking me towards the end of the tunnel. The entities features were obscured by the intense light being emitted from either them or what was at the end of the tunnel, but I could see the spindly outline of their bodies, long arms and legs. When the static in my ears started to clear up and I could hear what it I thought was talking. I couldn’t quite understand what was being said but I had a feeling the beings were trying to communicate with me. “What’s going to happen to me when I get to the end of this tunnel?” I thought. I started to become paranoid, then I panicked. “I can’t do this, I can’t do this!” Immediately the tunnel vanished, the noise ceased and the beings were gone. I was wholly back in my world, lying on my side in bed.
I sat up and looked around the room. What had just happened to me? Who were those beings? And why was I such a coward?! “Dammit Tiffany! An amazing opportunity squandered because for your fear!” I was so disappointed in myself. I steeled my nerves, laid back down again trying to recreated the experience and tap back in to whatever had occurred. Nothing happened. No sound, no energy, no nothing. I rolled onto my back and went to sleep.
The next day all I could think about was my crazy experience from the night before. I went over it again and again in my mind. What exactly had happened? Were those aliens? Spirits? I went over exactly what I was thinking when it happened. How I had been laying. Had I done anything different? The sound in my ears. The tunnel of clouds. The color of the clouds. The way the beings looked. Every little detail was logged. The only conclusion that I could come to was, some beings unknown were trying to get my attention.
That night I went to bed really tired, so I tried to push the previous night out of my mind and get some sleep. No sooner had I laid my head to the pillow did I start hearing that same static noise in my ear. Again I could hear the distortion like a crackling radio station. My eyes were closed and I started to see an image form in my mind. It was an image I had no control over. A face. The face of a “grey” like alien. There were three faces actually, with a larger face in the foreground and two smaller faces in the background. Startled and a little scared I said “Um, Hello?” I then heard the crackling static noise clear up enough to hear a voice say very forcefully, “Listen, we have something important to say.” “Who are you?” I asked? Their reply was much more forceful. “Listen, we need to tell you something very important… 0 0 1 2 3 1 2 3 6.” “What? I don’t understand.” I said. “Listen!” was again the reply with frustration. “You must remember 0 0 1 2 3 1 2 3 6, 0 0 1 2 3 1 2 3 6, 0 0 1 2 3 1 2 3 6!” As soon as it had started it was over. The faces faded away, the noise ceased. I flew to my side table, grabbed a pen and wrote down the number. What the hell was that? 0 0 1 2 3 1 2 3 6? I was totally freaked out. The forceful nature of the communication made me nervous. They hadn’t been mean per se, but they certainly weren’t all love and light either. Maybe they were irritated with me from the previous nights aborted tunnel fiasco. But honestly, can you blame me? I’m used to weird paranormal things happening to me on a daily basis but that doesn’t mean it gets any less scary when crazy fucking floating alien heads and cloud tunnels interrupt your bedtime.
The next morning I called my mom to tell her what had happened first thing. “Can you get lunch?” she asked. “I want to discuss this with you further.” We went to our local Mexican restaurant where I quietly explained everything that happened starting with the firsts nights’ experience and ending it with the number sequence event the night before. I can only imagine what our waiter would have thought if he had overheard our conversation that day. “I think it has to do with your visit to the Integratron.” My mom said in a whisper. “What? No.” I said. “What makes you think that?” “Well look at the whole reason you went there in the first place.” She replied. “You went there looking for an experience, to connect.” “What do you think the numbers mean?” I asked. “I looked up a bunch of options on the internet last night.” I said. “ I thought, maybe it’s a code so I looked up codex’s. I looked up binary code. I looked up phone numbers. I looked up everything I could think of.” “It sounds like a coordinate. Did you try putting it into Google maps?” my mom said. “No, I haven’t.” I said as I typed the number into the google maps search bar. “Anything?” she said. “No, it’s just rerouting it to some neighborhood in Mechanicville.” I replied. “Its cutting off part of the numbers I think.” “Try it again,” she said. “Same neighborhood.” I replied. “It just keeps kicking it over to this same neighborhood. It’s not significant. I didn’t know what I thought I was going to find anyway.” “Well look at the neighborhood. Maybe you should go there and see if anything happens.” “Mom, I don’t think aliens would make it a point to send me to some neighborhood in Mechanicsville, Va.” I said sarcastically as I typed the numbers in again. Right then I noticed something I hadn’t before, the neighborhood street names. “Oh shit, the street says Tiffany Lane.” I said. “What?!” my mom said surprised “See I told you it was something!” “It’s just a coincidence Mom.” “Really? You don’t believe in coincidences. And it’s your name. Not just your first name but your last name too! If you’d ever change it to your married name.” I was just about to wave it off again when my mouth fell open in shock. “What?!” my mom said. There above Tiffany Lane was Joshua Tree Lane. I showed my mom my phone. “Holy shit!” she said. “It’s a message.” I was just baffled. I wanted to see the writing on the wall but it all sounded so crazy. My rational mind just wanted to say “No, this is just some crazy coincidence. That’s all.” But seriously, what are the odds?
I put those numbers into that Google Maps search bar 100 times and it kept coming up with the same neighborhood. I drove out there the next day not sure what I’d find. I found nothing unusual. Just a series of regular streets and regular houses. I called my friend Noelle, on my way home. I had to tell someone else about this whole thing to see if I sounded like a lunatic. My friend Noelle is very practical but never judges me, so I knew she was the person to ask. “That’s crazy!” she said after I had told her the tale. “I believe you, but it does sound unbelievable. What are the odds of that happening though? Its seems too high to just be a coincidence. I don’t think it’s a coincidence.”
A day later my phone rang. It was Noelle. “You won’t believe what just happened.” She said out of breath “What? Is everything ok?” I asked. “Yes, but this is really crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about your experience you told me about yesterday and what the odds were of Tiffany Lane and Joshua Tree Lane showing up on the map together after typing in those numbers. I was writing out a check to our plumber just now, to put it in the mail. His address was on Tiffany Lane in Mechanicsville.”
Authors note: If you type 0 0 1 2 3 1 2 3 6 in to Google Maps today, the map of a small town in Brazil shows up. It looks like an empty lot between two houses. No numbers get cut off and it does not reroute to the neighborhood in Mechanicsville, Va.
*Some names have been changed to protect the anonymity of those involved.