Yeah, my trips always have an element of subtlety to them. Whereas others seem to have wacky hijinks with gray aliens operating on their skull with lasers, the two times I met another entity were so vague I wasn't even sure if it was real "contact" or a figment of my imagination. Just an ethereal presence that somehow you know is there, but can't really perceive.
Sounds like you had a wonderful trip.
I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want a clever signature.