I had a 3 visitations.  They changed things.  

The 1st experience was in the mid 60s.  I was meditating in the attic in an old Victorian house in Manhatten Beach, CA.  There were 7 or 8 beings in the visitation and they filed in from the right and took seats along a conference table.  They wore dark brown robes like monks.  One came in without his hood. He had a human head and was illuminated a bit brighter than a human head.  He was the leader and he asked me if I was ready to do this. I said yeah. He walked out and the rest followed him.

 I soon found out what I had  agreed to because  I started drawing strange drawings. I had no idea what they were.  My idea of drawing was copying pictures of people, places, and  things but this was not that.  After doing 4 of the drawings I realized this was the point. That changed everything about what I did in my spare time in life. It gave me purpose, to be associated with these guys and felt I was a part of something. I developed a lifelong obsession with doing these drawings. One reason was when I did these drawings, I went into a meditative state as if I could go into my inner being and search in my consciousness, free of the storyboard of life.

 It was "now" kind of stuff.  I felt a real hook up with the activity. I'm still doing that. At the time I was doing Seed Thought meditations: Taking statements into your meditations and working on them to create a statement.  From the Arcana group out of Beverly Hills.  

So, just doing the drawings helped me understand there was another kind of meditation that was disjointed from the mind.  As soon as I put a thought into the drawing, it was ruined. I had to erase it all. To this day, it's an emotional rush to sit in front of a blank page. I have suspicions of what the drawing is about.

Later, in the 80's, I had another visitation after a catastrophic spinal injury. I was getting deep tissue massage and  was left alone. This time, some elderly women came in and surrounded me and I felt that the table  and I became the same thing.  A male presence came in to stand on my left.  Nothing was said but after a while a baby was passed from one to the next. There was no speech. The male had some type of telepathic communication. The last woman put the baby in my chest and it was a baptism of sorts. It helped me to recover from the injury. It helped me accept the injury as a gateway.  

People say NDE, New Death Experience but I call it an NLE:  New Life Experience. I had one of these.  After the life review, which was short,  time shrank to a matter of seconds, if that. There was no suffering. I don't know to this day if I truly died or if this was a spontaneous experience.  I realized there is no death. I cannot die. There was no absence of being. I heard what I thought an angel singing, the most incredible sound I've ever heard. Then a profusion of senses overwhelmed me. There were some time sensitive senses that were directional and different kinds of visuals.  Afterwards, there was telepathic communication by a male presence without any language.  I got the impression I was being given a choice of come back or stay. I didn't want to come back. I looked back at my body and it was as if it were a pile of rags. Despite being enthusiastic about going forward in my new life, I realized that I needed to come back.

I was working as a host at a nightclub in the 70's. I remember, after this NLE episode, thinking I could identify with the saying, "It was a good day to die."  It was beautiful. When I went to work that night I had to handle a woman who had pulled a straight razor on someone; also her son who was upset.  I remember after I had dealt with them, I came back to my post and closed the door and there was a big knife wound on the door from the son.  At that point, I was working with my guides, and angels were working with me. It became evident that I should listen to them. All I needed to do was pay attention to the promptings I got and do as they directed and I could stop all kinds of bad things from happening. I got a reputation for knowing where  trouble was going to occur.  I would be there to deal with the it but  the reputation I got was for being a part of the trouble.