What is Advent?
An interpretation for alien enthusiasts and/or those who have no idea what it is.
For Christians, Advent is the season leading up to Christmas that is pregnant with waiting and watching. Advent begins with a strange claim, that for a few weeks each year, we stand inside three intermingled timelines at once. The ancient world with its prophecies and messianic expectation presses in from behind us. Our turbulent present hums with its own longing and uncertainty. And the apocolyptic future, weird, wanting and waiting to be fully disclosed, leans toward us like a door that has not yet opened but is already glowing at the edges. Advent insists that all three touch us now, brushing against one another like luminous strands in a cosmic braid. You may feel the stress and confusion of the season in your spirit. These timelines may bring nostalgia, pain or joy. But you know that something is different in the world during this time of year.
Many who do not immerse themselves in the ancient Christian calendar already recognize this sensation. Anyone who has studied dimensional bleedthrough, time loops, or encounters that distort ordinary chronology knows what it feels like when past, present, and future converge. Advent simply names this convergence and dares to say it happens not metaphorically but reality-deep, in the very fabric of the cosmos.But Advent is not only about timelines. It is also about three spheres of existence. At the highest is the Empyrean, the realm beyond ages, the Source plane, Eternity, the Origin field, the place where consciousness has no boundary. Beneath it is the Aeon, the spiritual dimension of meaning and intention, the home of archons, angels, and the watchers who move behind the veil. And at the lowest is Chronos, our linear timestream, fragile and fallen, where histories rise and fall and starlight takes ages to reach us.
In Advent, Christians make an audacious claim: Christ traverses all three spheres and all three timelines. From the Empyrean into the Aeon. From the Aeon into Chronos. From eternity into meaning into matter. The Infinite narrows itself into a human life. The divine nature incorporates into the fallen realm and it’s deathly ticking clock. The one beyond all ages becomes vulnerable within a single moment of time. Anyone who has speculated about extradimensional intelligence appearing within bounded worlds can recognize the shape of this claim, even if they do not share its theology.
As the Advent readings unfold into the twelve days of Christmastide then the season of manifestation, called Epiphany, a strange light appears in the sky. The text calls it an aster, which is not necessarily a fixed star but a luminous presence that moves, guides, responds. It behaves less like an object and more like an intelligent orb, drawing watchers across desert night toward the intersection of the three spheres, the place where the Eternal has touched the temporal in a person. In the story, the cosmos itself bends to herald the arrival of Emmanuel, God with Us, sending signals that seekers can follow. The archetype refashioning its beautiful image.
And all of this happens within a world that feels, in Christian understanding, fallen and distorted. A captive planet. A realm under death’s dominion. A cosmos where spiritual forces warp the deeper layers of reality. The ancient writers spoke of archons and powers not as mythic villains but as real distortions in the structure of being.
Yet Advent is not a story of fear. It is the hope of a rescue mission. Someone is promised to descend into the fracture. Someone is promised to cross the three spheres of existence to heal the breach from within. Someone is set to enter Chronos not as an invader but as a child, carrying the radiance of the Empyrean within the smallness of human life. Advent is the season when that descent begins quietly, when the universe tilts, when the three converging timelines hum with expectancy.
For those who study alien phenomena, multidimensional traversal, or cosmic signaling, Advent offers a pattern you may already intuit, he of the divine Source, entering the system to restore it. The future pressing into the present. The ancient past awakening with renewed meaning. A world sensing its rescuer drawing near.
Live into these weeks as watchers have done across centuries. Let the timelines braid around you. Let the spheres touch. Let the strange star guide your imagination.
Because in Advent, the universe whispers that the One who crosses dimensions is already on the move.