Tag: TELEPATHY

Bottleneck

Things must change so that they can be put back together better…maybe. Things are quieter in the world, but only on the face of it. People awakening is kinda nitty-gritty. Everyone wants everyone else to do it their way, but no one has enough information to make any decisions at all. (I think I was right about the invasion – the nano-invasion, by the tiniest chemical army ever.)

Why can’t people just ‘leave-be’ and let everyone come to it on their own? It seems to be an ‘authority’ thing you get from being a kid. Its like a mind virus, nobody has figured out that you are supposed to grow up and adult your own thoughts with adequate information – not fear.

Compassionate understanding has helped me unwind my soul, both in the world and up close. Especially when the body of knowledge that people would draw upon was taught inadequately or is just flat out wrong. Its easy to become irrational because there are no real facts or knowledge to draw upon. Viruses and bacterium are a part of our natural biome. So is energy. These two worlds are invisible but we can change our 3D world by using them. We live in a very rich, many itemed vegetable soup that has come together to create what we are today. We have to figure out how to come into balance with what has recently awakened in society.

I have felt many things going on, on many levels in the world – fighting for dominance over each other, for power over instead of power with – or balance. This time I feel its going to fall out differently. Its going to have to be a both-and, instead of an either-or. Infinite diversity in infinite combination. IDIC I feel we are going to have to sink our teeth into that  and get it right – or pretty close to right this time because we have arrived at a biological bottleneck. It feels like we are being driven to a ‘thing’ – a concept, that unless we embrace the human race, a lot us of will not quite make it through that bottleneck intact.

Many think it is an awareness inside that we are all one or at least in the same soup pot, and we are, but the awareness will emerge so that, ‘I know that you know, that I know’. Its hard for that to emerge if everybody is scared out their wits by an enemy they cannot see. When we get past this little cv hiccup, and this realization of a new sort of unity settles over us like a blanket, that morning we open our eyes and fear will be a thing of the past.

Currently the fear is, of course, weaponized against us, trying to keep us separated in an ineffective attempt to sabotage this. But that will only prolong the current situation a little bit and make the acceptance of our oneness just that more powerful. What they don’t understand, those who would ward this off, is that this awareness doesn’t mean loss of cherished self, it just means more friends, compassionate understanding, a freeing up , an allowance to let you be you and me be me. Rather than the old paradigm that says you must be just like me so I am not scared of you. That is an old survival instinct that we must get over and evolve beyond. And I know that’s hard to do – just think of the ‘Ninja-spider-dance’ we all do! It’s an instinct that has kept us alive for a very long time.

So, how do you get over fear? Well, you get mad, or you educate yourself. Education causes curiosity. Curiosity leads to imagination, which for this human race leads to creation (or MacIvering).  Look at it this way, we have experienced education – like loading a hard drive full of useful programs, but over 3/4s of us never get to use the system. Everybody waits to be given and told the information instead of turning on the machine and using it to think and self educate.

IMO nobody seems to be able to think this CV bullshit through, partially because they have been force fed bad information. (GIGO Garbage in, garbage out.) And, sadly, because they have not been given the permission to think… This has had the effect of putting the entire planet in a pickle because we don’t know what to do. We are trying to move forward on too little information, most of it wrong, based on wrong or out dated assumptions and nobody seems to want to stand back to look at the bigger picture to hone in on any other direction or information stream. Also, even so, people have been taught not to accept what they see right before their very own eyes because they have been educated that they have NO RIGHT to use their own operating systems.

There are many ways this can go into the future and the more people on a similar path, the bigger and stronger the path becomes. I sit and watch, holding the intention that the path be wide, be filled with compassionate understanding, creativity and love.

It may take a minute, but I think we’ll land on our feet.

Knowledge and truth save us from chaos: tempering them with compassion and tolerance makes us human. Without those things fanatics feed on fear and ignorance, the same way they did in Salem 300 years ago, the same way they did in the Holocaust, the same way they did before Martin Luther King, The examples are endless.

Normalization pt2 – (IMO)

Think about everything in the multiple phenomena that embraces UFO’s and paranormal as normal. What if that huge missing piece, which has been in front of our eyes always, had been normalized into our body of experience as humans. What an interesting place this could be. But alas, it hasn’t.

Because the military was only concerned about nuts and bolts – because it was the only way they could envision to protect and understand the issue, and because they were (IMO) quite terrified of anything in the 3D world they couldn’t understand so it became a threat. All other reports from the 40’s on were classified as ‘psychological’, and stored in some dusty drawer in some back office and deemed as nonsensical.

But just imagine what could have, would have happened if they took their own people’s reports seriously because those cases filed under psychological were actually the core contact cases, but they had one serious flaw. They were testimony only. From the point of view of the military, they not only had no secret nuts and bolts information to give them about the tech that could advance their power, they also could be lies, because after all it was only ‘testimony’. People lie. They did all the time to, shall we say, to protect humanity from themselves and to protect their power position in controlling humanity. So people lie. Because there is no sure-fire way to determine the veracity of testimony unless physical evidence is found to corroborate it, and there was no physical evidence most of the time left behind in these cases…aaand testimony doesn’t count. So file that under psychological…. Even when there was evidence of the physical kind to back up the testimony, it was confiscated, threats were given to keep quiet, and in those days there was a bit of wet work that was used too. Ergo, another other piece of the puzzle was hidden, shushed up and forgotten – on purpose. I realize this was directly after WWll, and into the cold war – which was basically a standoff because…well, Everybody Lies. (Personally I think that even if we were telepaths, we still would not know the truth because we even believe some of those lies that we tell – just ask any alcoholic.)

So, Normalization. After what Linda Moulton Howe said on the panel at Conscious Life Expo, I got a better handle on why disclosure has been so difficult for the PtB (powers that be) to bring this into the normal reality of the ‘way things are’.

We are race of believers. We need to attach our hearts and emotions to a larger “cause”. We were created this way. In America and everywhere else, we link our ‘cherished’ belief systems to our way of life, our families, our security, the corner bakery, and Sunday mornings. We have been told for a very long time the ‘story’ of how things were, we have developed ‘cult’s around the Christian mythos – and every other ‘religious’ belief system on the planet. Were we to learn the actual facts about the real operation say, back in the 50’s or 60’s, we would have had another world war on our hands. ( For heaven’s sake, a president was even killed over this. ) If we had been told the truth, we would have had the time to normalize and come into the idea gradually that ET’s and others are real (so maybe he wasn’t a ‘God’ he was a ‘son-of-man’ – he even told us so), and our history would be at this point radically different. The timeless principles He taught are valid because they are universal laws – applicable anywhere in the universe you live, that all races eventually evolve to know or perish. But because belief makes you weak and controllable, and that is unacceptable on this world, instead of growing we actually killed the messenger. Three freaking times! (If you were an ET, just how safe do you think it would be to land on the Whitehouse lawn?)

If what LMH learned in the room with Richard Doty that fateful day where she was being secretly filmed when she was given the information – is truth, that not only once, but three times teachers were sent to earth to open the hearts and minds of the planet and

every time we murdered them…

What if the Christ story we know and love and has been told so far back into history wasn’t exactly the way we know it, what would it do to our structure of control? When it finally sank in for her, and when her ‘voice’ asked her, “What does it matter?” that Christ may have been a great teacher from off planet who came here to help… My question is really, what does it matter? He was right, where ever he came from. And everybody on this tiny rock has been trying in one way or another to emulate those teachings for the love and grace they hold with in their principles, for the ultimate change they could make inside our hearts towards one another. It’s been a tough run. 2000+ years later we are still abysmal failures at it.

So here we are. “Cults” – UFOs. – “Gods” = CONTROL, everything beautiful reduced to who can use it for the greatest control. The only option left open to those who would wish to ‘teach’ the planet about how to play nice in sandbox earth is something a kin to a fake alien invasion, and world government in tiny baby steps. Why? Because all the rest of us souls living here only want peace and family and a way to get through life in a meat suit with a minimum of pain and the ability to hold those we love close. We might actually believe anything if it would provide that. Seriously.

But the problem is, since the creation of that story the aim has been control regardless of the ultimate truth in it and it has been twisted to encourage what we see in culture today. Everything we think we know has been twisted, or to use a less threatening word, modified to produce the greatest amount of control over society by getting the people to willingly control themselves.

I can’t help but wonder how it would have gone down if we accepted testimony with the same veracity that we accept ‘proof’? If we could have normalized – learned about and dealt with the real story 100 years ago? What an unusual sort of twisted place this planet is. Amazing really, when you really see.

We are Beasts

About the alien autopsy (s), plural, because you find out from LMH’s Wednesday broadcast that she spoke with Ray Santilli, and Santilli directly interviewed “JB” who filmed not only the craft, but the Autopsy (s). Of the four bodies, one was alive, and one was the least damaged of the four and it was autopsied first. The ET that was live lived for two years, and upon it’s death, was autopsied in a large theater, with many watching and purportedly, Truman sat in on it.

In this broadcast Linda relays the interview Santilli was finally able to get from JB who wished to be anonymous. This makes my heart sick.

They waited until first light to even see to the bodies, which were alive, and crying out and in pain. When they did gather them up they had medical personnel look at them because they were so badly wounded. They then proceeded to tape and tie down these wounded people to transport them all the way from Sirocco, Mexico to Right Field in Dayton Ohio. This was in 1947, air travel then was slow. Imagine the agony those people felt – the actual physical pain, because you knew they were feeling it due to the crying that they could all hear even before they went into physical proximity to the craft. I personally wouldn’t let my dog suffer like that – much less tie and (!) tape him down for a 3 hour period while I got him to the doctor! And with the treatment they got, it isn’t hard to imagine that even then they were not given any empathic care or simple kindness.

Further one of the beings lived for two years after the event. Well, this is the one who was autopsied in 1949 in the large theater in front of many people and is where the extra information about what they found in the interior thoracic cavity and brain were garnered.

I am led to wonder if Sgt. Stone wasn’t one of the military personnel there because if you listen to any of his interviews about crash retrieval, he is always upset. I think I would be too if I had to wittness this inhumanity to any being at the hands of another human. LMH says she thinks and has heard that they were clones. Even if they were IT WAS OBVIOUS THEY WERE IN PAIN AND DISTRESS and nothing was done. Since when does a human being sit and watch another living being in agony and DO NOTHING ABOUT IT !?!? I also think that this is where we get the story of the alien being that was held somewhere that people have talked to and were scared of. ‘JB’ was scared enough to have needed to call them ‘freaks’ so he didn’t have to look at the fact that they were real, like he was, and maybe he was just as sickened by their treatment and needed to call them freaks so it didn’t seem so bad.

We are xenophobic, color phobic, disability phobic, body appearance phobic – for that matter we are phobic-phobic. The only thing this works for is war. War is a good excuse to go and wipeout anything you are phobic about… nobody seems to notice our phobias are weaponized and monetized… jus-say’in…

It’s a horrible thing to admit, to watch, and a terrible pill to swallow to think that this went on, not several times, but many and that we are so brutal. We are beasts. I am ashamed to be grouped in the ranks of those who would do something like this. Dr. Greer call them sociopaths. I think they are psychopaths – totally disconnected from humanity and any kind of human kindness. I think that may be why it is so easy to call the Santilli information and film a fake, because then we don’t have to admit that it happened.

So far the military have been the main mode of contact with other beings for 100 years. I would have quarantined this planet for another 100 years had I been in the visitors’ shoes. And yet they haven’t. There are CE5 programs out there Like Kosta Makreas’s and Steven Greer’s that have been going on for quite some time.

In the meantime, think about our role as beasts – think about if you would choose that role, think about the Alien-As-Bad Guy meme. I’m tired of it all. I’d like to think I might have grown beyond it. How about you?

Sgt. Clifford Stone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5W_3aneRPOg&list=PL6sUc4cwrVTsL8e6P8NIvEHOmOA52Pj3E&index=2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lK7xJ-qA_58&list=PL6sUc4cwrVTsL8e6P8NIvEHOmOA52Pj3E&index=5

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uC4t1FEk5LE&list=PL6sUc4cwrVTsL8e6P8NIvEHOmOA52Pj3E&index=16

 

Telepathy and Time and Questions

Telepathy, being instantaneous, is too fast for a 3d brain and body to convert into a format that is understandable. You miss a lot in a body. It’s almost like you have to have time to digest and decode what is telepathically sent in an instant. And yet, 90 % of what was conveyed in that instant is lost. Leaving the poor human brain going, “What?” because as the seconds march by it fades, it’s over, our opportunity to perceive a thing in time as we must in a 3D body, is missed because the body lives in time.

Which leads me to the idea that telepathy is outside of time, or timeless. Maybe this is why it is so hard for humans to master the language of telepathy? The second thought is that, I wonder how hard it is for those who use telepathy to slow down their process for humans to understand it, and just how simple those thoughts must be to only include one thing, like speech or emotion. It’s like using your mind to communicate with your pets. The instant I think about opening a can of tuna, both cats appear out of nowhere like magic, or if I think about my dog Diesel, he will appear at my side. I have had the experience of true telepathy with complex beings, lasting only seconds that was so rich in context so many faceted in the modes of information, that days later, some part of my brain was still picking it a part, realizing the many things that were ‘said’ to me.

In a 3D earth body, information takes time. For us to perceive it, be aware of information, to say we learned it, to apply it, it must happen ‘in time’, seconds, minutes hours… IMO, because of how our bodies work, and because we are embodied, information that is not perceived is useless, because it is not conscious, so it can’t be used. If you are not perceiving the information, how would you know you have it? So being here in this world, why is knowing important and what is its purpose: what do you DO with knowing and knowing that you know?

There is a further response to knowing and it is feeling. Emotion. Here, in this place, there is always an emotional component to information and it is how you feel about the information. As I have lived the amount of choices open to me have dwindled; from bad choices to circumstance to knowing and growing. My feelings about those turning points have been sometimes good and sometimes sad, sometimes joyful and sometimes pitiful. Either way, the emotions were a component to the information as unavoidable as breathing. These are all emotions caused by living, by gaining information. These emotions are all a response. To respond requires time; seconds, minutes, hours. Otherwise, it’s all done and over in no time. Time allows savoring, knowing that you know, awareness.

Time and a body – one requires the other.

Frequency is time. It is a wave. Without time frequency would collapse or be in a superposition as an idea or potential. When we change the frequency of any wave form, we change time. Sometimes we do it naturally, when an event or a series of events is difficult, or especially nice, times slows, perception increases. We can live a thousand years in a second, or we can live a second for a thousand years. Time stands still in shock, slows in an emergency and expands in ecstasy. So, it would seem time is mediated by emotion.

Time and telepathy. The telepathy we could use and understand needs time to be cognated, to be understood, to be re-cognized and felt. I imagine that means that telepathy goes on all the time but we just don’t notice it. Better yet, what if telepathy does not go on in the mind where we think, but occurs where we FEEL?

Song

Because of this body and the soul that inhabits its chambers, because sound is slowed light, humans have a unique gift to give the universe in this particular frequency, that of the song of our souls. The song we make is the envisioning of our divine connection and as it goes out it ripples through space time cleansing, healing, envisioning, loving, longing, endlessly, caressing all that it moves through.

Our creation of sound is the art of our souls, the molding of light, the free giving of the teaching of ourselves. Sound is light, light is sound and therefore can and does profoundly change us, open us, reaching the next vibratory level of our expression.

Sound opens the third eye, the pineal, for which of us doesn’t immediately see inner landscape with the songs we listen to? Sound will be/is that doorway that we will step through when we open to the next reality, when we travel through our soul to other places, other realms.

Sound / color / form. Sound is the dance of light, the dancing of emotion – energy in motion through creation. Sound is the intelligence being playful, begging to be joined, to be danced with. Lifted, transported like a stream of spinning light floating up and down the mountains and valleys of energy in the cosmos on an endless journey through this time and space. In our other parts, we are this dance, this endless journey through the cosmos, cruising on endless rivers of creation and discovery. Sometimes stopping for a sojourn on a planet momentarily for a thousand lifetimes only to once again journey on.

All is music. This planet sings with all its heart and all upon her sing too, our trees and plants, our whales and dolphins, our elephants, our wolves, our human hearts. It is how we see into each other. It is how we share beyond words. Our music is special for that reason. It is the sum total of our souls. Its beauty echoes beyond our planet. It is the root note of love that is the signature of this place.

It is our hope.

It is ours because we are it.

 

https://youtu.be/e6hEvSvpx7M

Allow

I just got done listening to Jeffery Mishlove interview Russell Targ about his book, The End of Suffering” The interview is called Non-Duality. Sometimes while I am doing house work, I just put on Jeffery Mishlove’s channel, ‘New Thinking Allowed’ and let it run because he explores all sides of the consciousness question with an emphasis on phenomena through a huge spectrum of how to look at it – all the angles.

Anyway, Russell Targ brought up a point that I was taught so long ago that I forgot about it but use it like I do my lungs for breathing. And that is to Allow. When remote viewing, you need to set your mind up to simply allow it to happen. When healing, you simply need to allow the energy to do its job. When you are hooking up with nature, outside, or your puppies, there is no procedure…you simply allow the connection.

Allow

Which begs the question that we are set up to do this and it really is just that simple. As simple as breathing. It shouldn’t have to bring up beads of sweat on your forehead and make your face red in concentration.

Just as easy as breathing, inhale… and on the exhale allow. I also use the term reach – which is actually the intention to touch, in combination to make a connection. This works so well that a couple of times I have surprised myself and once or twice the people I have reached for because they felt it too. ( and yes, some of those were not indigenous to earth…jus’ say’in) (don’t care whether you believe me or not either – ’cause I believe me… lmao)

But really this is about the word: Allow.

It seems to open a door in the limited little cage we are in and makes the whole process just that much easier.

Allow

 

Just a Sunday thought…

I’ll bet…

Everybody – well almost everybody – has had face to face contact with an ET in normal everyday life without even being aware of it. There is a huge cadre of what we might term sociologists from all over the galaxy here, living and working on the planet, in normal, everyday positions, doing normal everyday jobs (not just the corporate – guberment ones) that are just experiencing human culture for what it is. (And yes…. They look just like us.)

I surmised this about a couple of years ago when one of my bucket list points was fulfilled. I wrote about it in the article called ‘A Fine Sense of Distraction’. I have found that if I hold it in my mind as an intension to pay attention – like be on the lookout for – these people I am usually made aware, in passing, that they are there. One day I was coming out of the grocery store and actually thinking about the subject of those who walk among us – rather loudly, and as I stepped into the street towards the parking lot I of course looked up and (aside here: I am an old woman – I look it. I don’t give a rats ass how fancy I look at the grocery) coming towards the store is a very cute (hot) guy in sun glasses who very pointedly lowers them on his nose, quirks the corner of his mouth in a cute (did I mention hot) smile, raises the sunglasses back into place and walks on by into the grocery. (another aside here: I said mentally ‘you eat our food?’ cause I was stunned to have this happen at the grocery. And understood back, ‘what else would we eat?’ with laughter)

He definitely wasn’t responding to my looks and for the brief 3 or 4 seconds in passing that is all he saw – unless – unless he heard my mind. What I perceived mentally, was just enough to say- ‘Hi! You found one of us’, with a lot of humor ( I get the idea that those who are studying us find a lot of things funny – compassionately because they understand, but funny), because they know the easiest way to rattle the bars of my cage and distract me is to be ‘cute’… obviously they do not want to have a 12 hour conversation in the middle of a grocery store parking lot, which if I could have been anything other than stunned and beguiled would have happened.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that this happens to me, it probably happens to all of us all, all the time. I know damned well that any guy half my age would not be interested in me in ‘that way’, and I think it’s a device to distract, just to make sure that I don’t pull some idiot move and blow their cover. I am not sure whether these people are from off planet, or the inner planet, or extra dimensional…. Who knows? And I am not sure that it matters. I feel that what does matter, is a mutual curiosity. Wouldn’t it follow that if you are curious enough to think about these things, that others would be too? And that in a limited, rather safe way without stepping on the prime directive that these particular people uphold, that some form of exchange can happen. I think so. But you could also say I have quite the imagination… or you could widen your scope of what you are willing to know and actually have happen and… who knows?

Bargaining for cookies

Today is one of those days where the dappled sunlight outside my door calls to me to come sleep in it. I awoke at just about every hour last night and gave up around 4:14. The last dream was about car that was stolen from me and my bad manners in getting it back. Grrrr. (no, I don’t own that car, but it would be fun…)

Better, was a dream I had last week about being on a ship and getting to hug greys. These guys were not automatons, avatars – maybe, but they remembered me and I remembered them and the hugs were sweet. The light was low and bluish and in some places purple and the hallway we found ourselves in was curved on top – rather organic. The emotion was so sweet I woke up, musing to myself that yes – that is what it should feel like.

I have recently listened to a 15 minute excerpt on ‘Alien Etiquette’ on a you tube channel called Pineal Ascension. It features some of Emery Smith’s anecdotes about the cultural situations that can happen between humans and off world people. It’s weird, but I have been thinking about this since I was a kid, and many of the things he talked about have been a mind adventure – (a daydream) in my head too.

I always harken back to the ST show where they were mining life forms on a planet that were tiny, very sentient silicon and didn’t know they were hurting them. They didn’t even know they were alive. When communications finally happened, the universal translator produced their name for humans: Ugly-bags-of-mostly-water. I find that funny – because we are. Then there was the Mother Horta that Bones had to patch up with concrete… or the energy forms that roamed space finding unaware humanoids to evoke strong hate from because they fed on those emotions, the creature who needed salt, or the energy being that kept ‘the man’ (Zephram Cochran) alive on her planet for hundreds of years….

All my life I have thought about what Emery talked about, and some of what he said brought tears to my eyes – because that is what I thought it should be like between people when I was a kid. My heart knows that is the way it is supposed to be. When I was born I thought it was that way – I spent a good 20 years very confused. And for many years I thought it was me, that there was something wrong with me. Well, it was me – for being a fool… it took me so long to figure it out.

This world is what it is and I suppose we are all here to help it out. I must have come in full of love and no wisdom. By the time I leave I will have vast wisdom and a sad heart. Listening to Emery brought tears because there it was! What I thought about the way it should be, right there coming out of his mouth. All I could do was sit and murmur in my mind, ‘yes, there it is, I know this, and this is the way we should all feel about each other all the time. It felt like home. Bless all the people who have come here and volunteered. This is no easy work. And we are no easy people. What they have offered to us is no less than a herculean task and offered up to very tired snipey children that need a nap and are bargaining for cookies. That is a compassion level most of us will never understand.

 

Bless those that come here. Bless you all.

…and in my heart, it is Christmas morning.

I know this whole opening into a better world belongs to our children and the future.

Last Night’s Jimmy Church Radio Show for Disclosure Fest simply warmed the totality of my heart!

Disclosure and all, and I mean all, that it is about has finally reached a ground swell, has finally gotten enough momentum to continue. There are finally enough of us out there who know the truth –  that even if ‘the-they’ tried to confuse the issue one more time as Grant Cameron has pointed out that they have about every 20 years in his book ‘Managing Magic’ the-they would be entirely unsuccessful.

This feels like Christmas morning as a kid before you open the presents to me. I have, since I was very little, known I wanted this to happen with all my heart. Being little I had no idea how it would happen, but I had a fierce longing in my heart for it, even before ‘it’ became a fully formed idea in my mind. I was born in 1953. I charged into all-about-UFO’s at a very, very young age. By the time I was 13, I had been chasing this idea of ET’s not even knowing I was doing it for 10 years and as I grew up so the idea got more sophisticated in my heart and soul. I seriously KNEW there was life out there and I wanted to meet them and know them. I thought Star Trek was the best thing ever to happen on TV, because it portrayed life out there in a balanced more sane way than ever before. I wanted to be Vulcan because when I figured out what telepathy was, I wanted it and at the time I didn’t realize it, but I had already had a first contact experience that was telepathic and continued to have them throughout my life. Might I say, the people who I knew then had the highest ethic of compassion and love, of contact only to the extent that the psyche of the person could tolerate reasonably and they NEVER went past my internal boundaries – not once – even when I didn’t know what a boundary was! I cut my eye teeth on Adamski and Menger. I ate up every publication I could find – even science fiction, information was always serendipitously appearing for me to read, and I was a card carrying member of NICAP for a while.

I kept hoping through the years in my heart of hearts – all through grade school and high school and after, that we would wake up. It was all obvious to me and I wished everybody knew too. I got married at 18 had my first child 8 years later my second 2 years later and it wasn’t until the mid-80’s when I could finally get my head out of the sand and re-look at the UFO issue.

By that time, of course, people were laughing at the 50’s contactees and everybody was into ‘serious’ research on nuts and bolts. The movie “the Three Faces of Eve” had come out in 1957 and then was remade at for TV as a miniseries called ‘Sybil’ in 1976. Both of these movies, IMO were CIA propaganda the frighten the hell out of people who were beginning to have contact with ET’s telepathically so that no one would ever open their mouths. They painted a horrifying picture of brokenness, that, IMO, might even have been concocted from information gleaned from MKUltra experiments. So even if you were at that time receiving telepathic communications, or downloads – even if you masked it in spiritualism, you were looked upon as a truly sick and fractured person.

Meanwhile, I was into yoga, mysticism and was a card carrying member of the Theosophical Society in Wheaton IL at 18yrs old – still looking for a way to open my mind. Well, marriage, 2 kids, divorce and remarriage and launching of 20 somethings later, I finally, truly had the time to pursue this issue with the intensity I wanted to. When I retired in 2007 I had found Kerry Cassidy, then I found a dear soul, Kosta Makreas who literally set me on the course that has me writing these blogs, and not long after that Jimmy Church. I missed all the falderal from 1980 to 2007 and when I dipped my toes back into my passion, I was ‘given’ Kerry Cassidy to learn from, and the dominoes fell.

Today, the heart dreams I had as a very small child are coming to fruition, the ground swell is so great, we have people like David Wilcock, Corey Goode and Emery Smith presenting information that I know in my heart of hearts is VERY real (did they read my mind?) and “The Truth is Out There” quite literally, for all to see. Then we have the youngsters out there with huge talent Like Adrian Vallera, who has taken the true jist of the 60’s hippie movement sans the drugs and sex (because I see the manifesto of the Space Brothers as a direct transfer into the hippie movement of the 60’s) and is beginning to manifest it on a large, brilliant scale to reach as many souls as his team can.

I have watched for 63 years and I have kept my dreams of my heart to myself for 63 years, what I thought I would never see hit the light of day, is illuminated. We will make it, and it is the youngsters who will see to it we do.

 

…and in my heart, it is Christmas morning.

Just Ask

 

It’s time, I think to say this. Be warned, this is a completely subjective account with no proof, and it’s probably going to mar my credibility factor, (can you tell I was born in the 50’s?) but what the hell, its time.

At around four years old there is something about the consciousness that changes when you reach a certain growth stage… it’s like at four you finally fit in the body you’ve been growing into, and have a sense of self, or that the information in your brain has reached a tipping point for you to realize that you are you.

 

That is the age that the night terrors began – well, that I can remember, that is. I was terrified of my dark room at night. I didn’t like my closet, and even though my mom would open the door for me, and show me that nothing was there I knew she was wrong, because I could feel it. Years later I would call it the ‘presence’. It was kind of like that feeling you get when someone is behind you. It would make my skin crawl. I was so scared of this that I wet my bed, rather than get up, because if I made a cocoon of my covers, hid in that cocoon, I was safe. My poor mother. Well, I got over the bed wetting rather quickly. I also was still terrified.

 

There were multiple trips out to the living room every night for drinks of water, a snack, any excuse I could think of; questions about life, why the sky was blue, what would we do tomorrow – kids can be very inventive. When none of that worked, it degraded into threats and spankings. Light seemed to help me, so when they would close the door, I would go turn on the lights, they assumed I was playing, and I would, of course, get yelled at. I also hated having the door closed – that meant help was too far away. Which, of course, meant that eventually the door lock was reversed so they could lock me in and the ceiling light bulb was taken out. I learned how to breathe under the covers and they eventually quit locking me in so I could use the bathroom. To this day, I prefer the doors all open, and I hate absolute dark.

 

On one of those nights, after repeatedly getting yelled at and threatened, I was so depressed and sorry for being ‘bad’, and feeling so helpless because nobody believed me, lying in bed trying not to cry, trying to figure out what to do. I asked the question to the air around me, “Is everybody, everywhere, this mean and angry?” like, is this all there is and will this be the only way it is? (My sister was about 2 years old, making me about 6 years old, I was in the top bunk – so she had to be old enough to be in a bed, not a crib.) I was on the verge of finally falling asleep when I asked this question, and I will never forget what happened next.

 

I was somehow with a group of people, they were adults. I could not so much see them as feel them, and there was in my mind, a dusky image of shadowed beings in a circle or bunch. One person was speaking to me, but I could feel all the others. There was so much love. The person speaking was a she – she felt like a she – I couldn’t see her. What I was given to understand was that, ‘No, not everybody, everywhere was mean – could I feel all the love surrounding me?’ My tired little body and heart fell asleep to that, cocooned in that feeling of love. I remember thinking that this was the way it was supposed to be. I did not fall asleep afraid. (The tears still come to my eyes writing this)

 

This began an odd sort of relationship. I could ask questions, and get answers. The answers would be in my head as little globs of information that had feelings, and information and fully formed concepts. Sometimes at night, if I didn’t have questions, ideas would pop into my head for me to think about. For instance, I ‘knew’ whoever it was who loved me didn’t live on this planet. I really wanted to be with them, but knew I couldn’t. I knew they would help me if I needed, and if I asked questions, I would always get an answer. One night it occurred to me to ask why my dad was so mean. The answer to that came to me was so simple, so complete…easy. There was something that had happened to him, there was a sore spot somewhere deep in him, that hurt. He was hurting, just like me. I surmised if I could get in there to that sore spot it would get better – just like the people who loved me, helped me. There was a word for it, and that word was telepathy. I wanted to do that for him. After all I was only six or seven at the time, and I had felt that love and I wanted to love him the same way, because he was my daddy. My dad and I did make our peace, years later, but that is a whole other story.

 

My next question, right on the heels of that was How could I do that that (?), I knew I just had to learn how. There, right there, at around the age I started school, I decided my life’s path. The places looking for this skill, this answer has led me are the story of my life.

 

This epiphany made many things in my head click. By the time I was a bit older, I had put together the idea, that these people who loved me didn’t live on this planet. I didn’t call them ‘aliens’ because I didn’t know anything about ‘aliens’ – it was 1959 for heaven’s sake and I was only 6. I just saw them as people. Really nice heart strong people. People I wanted to be like.

 

They were not the only people I had contact with either. One time when I was in 5th grade, I was sitting outside in the evening just before sun down, I got a wild idea to just see who was there. So I mustered up a great big ‘HELLO!!!” in my mind and sent it flying up as high into the sky as I could. I made it echo, it was so loud. This presence I had never felt before – sort of like a stern professor-ish male, almost military being that I must have caught off guard turned around and looked right at me with this surprised awareness, like ‘who the hell are you, and what do you want!?’ sort of thought. It was so powerful I knew right away I had made a big, BIG mistake. Yikes! I ran inside and hid – like that was going to help…

 

I learned to read early. I loved reading. In about 4th or 5th grade I found the magazine “Amazing Stories”, and others that had flying saucers in them or on the cover and begged my mom till she relented and bought them for me. I found Adamski, Menger, Van Tassel, Frank Edwards, Grey Barker, John Fuller (The Interrupted Journey) Lobsang Rampa. Rampa led me to Tibetan mysticism, and that led me to a theory of the world, and brotherly love that had bloomed in my heart so young and lo and behold (!) I found it in print. The entire world had opened up for me. (Another long story…)

 

To come full circle, we as a UFO culture are now realizing that becoming conscious, expanding ourselves and growing our souls IS the point of it – that contact is always in the ‘phenomena frequency’, and contact can be achieved with everything not just interdimensionals or off worlders.

Consciousness IS the Unified Field!

Because consciousness is the Third Physics and nothing exists really, without the noticer. There is a whole wonderful world just chock full of beingnesses that are pining for contact, in every kingdom – plant, mineral animal, energetic… We have a huge classroom right here to begin to learn with. Well, how do we begin?

 

How about, Just Ask, like I did.

*ok, one last. Not everybody or everything you contact is good or cares, just like in real life. Discern everything and every contact. When I was really young I always knew when adults were lying to me, or messing with me, and I could not help but tell them so – another thing that used to get me a whooping. It took a lot of learning to keep it to myself, but it made me an independent thinker. Anything you are taught or told, research and see how it fits in your life and your reality, realize that the connection points might take absolute years to make sense – especially if you are dense or fearful like me. A truly loving being will not scare you.  So even if you think you might want contact, you’ll not get it till your heart of hearts is ready. And then only in a form that you can handle. All the other stuff is bogus and you can tell it Eff-off and it will have to.  It took me a while to discover but, There Are Rules.