In the ever-crowded bazaar of the paranormal, every stall has its wares: crystal healers, Bigfoot whisperers, men who claim to be abducted nightly. But then there is Mike Battista, who doesn’t merely talk to the unknown — he claims to call it down from the sky.
Battista has styled himself as a “psionic asset”, a phrase equal parts spy-thriller and New Age buzzword. He insists that through sheer focus of mind, he can summon Unidentified Aerial Phenomena — the modern, Pentagon-approved label for UFOs. Not just flashes of light, but craft, events, phenomena that respond to consciousness itself.
Soldier-Mystic, or Storyteller?
Skywatcher, a group dabbling at the murky borders of ufology and disclosure activism, presents him as one of their “operatives.” Battista is introduced with military gravitas: a former U.S. Army Green Beret who traded weapons and fieldcraft for the invisible arsenal of psi. In videos and podcasts he is spoken of as both a warrior and a conjurer, someone who pairs tactical discipline with psychic reach.
Yet here is the rub: while the paranormal press hails his Special Forces background, no mainstream records confirm it. His biography floats, untethered to official documents. He is, to borrow Arthur Miller’s phrase, a character “with his insides turned out” — vivid, magnetic, but not verifiable.
Consciousness as Technology
Battista’s work is pitched as frontier science. On his website he writes about “psi” phenomena — remote viewing, psychic trials, parapsychology’s flawed methods. He tries, at least rhetorically, to bring rigour to the slippery world of mind-over-matter.
But in the videos where he takes the stage, the message is simpler, stranger: look up, and I’ll make them come. And when “they” do come the grainy footage is less than convincing.
For believers, Battista is a catalyst — a human switch that flips reality into the uncanny. For sceptics, he is merely the latest in a line of UFO summoners whose evidence never survives the cold light of replication.
Psionics in the Age of TikTok
“Psionics” is an old word, once popular in 1970s pulp science fiction. It meant psychic abilities re-imagined as a kind of mental technology. Battista and his supporters revive the term, recasting him as an “asset,” as if he were a classified instrument in some secret space-age program.
On social media he posts updates like field reports: UAP taxonomies, collaborations with “crash retrieval teams,” invitations to join Skywatcher events. There’s a touch of Marvel origin story about it all, equal parts soldier-of-fortune and mystic emissary.
A Myth in Motion
Whether Mike Battista is what he says — warrior-seer, psionic operative, the man who can whistle up UFOs — almost doesn’t matter. What matters is the myth. In a culture hungry for proof that the strange is real, Battista is a living story: a human figure on the boundary between the disciplined military world and the fever-dream cosmos of ufology.
The Freaky has always been interested in these characters, perched precariously between belief and doubt. Battista might be another crank with a night-vision camera. Or he might be something more unsettling: a man whose inner world somehow bleeds into the sky above us.
Either way, the label “psionic asset” sticks. It tastes like both espionage and sorcery. And in today’s strange times, that’s precisely the point.