MARILYN'S UFO/ET ENCOUNTERS
December, 2008
These incidents were not included in the original book because, at the time, these subjects were unacceptable to most individuals and I felt they might turn people away from the information presented; and, except for one or two episodes, these subjects were really not pertinent to the content of the book. However, as Time and Creation have accelerated, I'm inwardly prompted to reveal the experiences. Chapter 21: Who We Really Are suggests that humans are probably the product of genetic cross-breeding with Extraterrestrials, and the "Night Visitors" encounter that opens Chapter 22: What It Means to Be Truly Human, presents an additional revelation concerning these "End Times" for planet Earth.
Recent information as offered by Carl Johan Calleman, Ph.D. in his book, The Mayan Calendar and the Transformation of Human Consciousness and on his website: www.calleman.com are joined by Ian Xel Lungold's discoveries as presented on his website: www.mayanmajix.com and on www.YouTube.com in a series of short videos (write Ian's name in the "Video" Search box) presenting the 9 step-platforms of the Classic Mayan Pyramids as they relate to the 9 Underworld Time Periods of the history of life on Earth. The first and lowest step-platform begins with the creation of Earth about 16 billion years ago.
Each step-platform represents a later period of time which is exceedingly shorter than the previous step-platform. We are now, 3/15/09, on the eighth platform known as the "Galactic Underworld"; i.e. we have been on a 16 billion-year-long schedule for raising our consciousness. The dire events that are occurring now are part of that schedule, and no matter what happens__ we will be okay. With each catastrophe or challenge, we will also be introduced to remarkable, miraculous opportunities and choices for resolving those problems..
This Galactic Underworld period is only 12.8 of our Gregorian Calendar years long. It began January 5, 1999__ one month before the "Night Visitors" appeared in my bedroom. My first conclusion was that they were announcing the coming of the New Kids__ the Indigo Kids, the 6th Race of Humanity__ and my great-grandson, Steven, was born the following month__ exactly 2 months after the start of the Galactic Underworld. He is now 10 years old, and he is amazing, as are so many of our New Children.
I think the "Night Visitors" also came to announce the opening of this Galactic Underworld. On November 12, 2008 we completed the "Fifth Night"__ the "Night of Destruction"__ of that Galactic Underworld when we experienced a global economic meltdown. We are indeed, in the End Times. We entered the "Sixth Day" of that Galactic Underworld on November 13, 2008, and it is a "Flowering".... a "renaissance of advanced unifying synthesthis, with tense coexistence between East and West and between the new spirituality and the remnants of the global materialistic power." (C. J. Callemen)
We will enter the "Universal Underworld"__ the very top level of the Pyramid of Consicousness Transformation on February 11, 2011. I strongly sense that we will have had full disclosure and mass "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" with our Extraterrestrial brothers and sisters by that date. And so, I feel it's time to relate my personal UFO/ET encounters to you, dear readers.
Eisenhower's Encounter
(1.) February 17-24, 1954: Hal, myself and our three children__ ages 10 months, 2 and 3 years__ were living in Kemmerer, Wyoming at 7000 ft. elevation, where the winters were long and fierce. We had earlier lived in Lava Hot Springs, Idaho, and decided to treat ourselves by driving the several hundred miles back to Lava for a day in the hot water pools.
We returned to Kemmerer late that night. The children slept in the back seat and the baby slept in my lap in the front as we neared the Idaho/Wyoming border around midnight. The radio was tuned to a station we often listened to in Kemmerer__ a music station with a disc jockey whose voice was familiar to us (no TV available in Wyoming in those days)__ when suddently, the music stopped right in the middle of a song, and the announcer began speaking in an intense voice. We could hear a large crowd of people in the background, and a few muffled shouts now and then. The announcer said he was at the Denver airport, where President Eisenhower's plane was due to arrive any minute. We recalled that earlier in the week, our radio news had mentioned that Eisenhower would be going to Denver to play golf this weekend.
After about five minutes, we heard the crowd's shouting increase as the announcer excitedly described how the President's plane was landing. Then, in another five or ten minutes, we heard the crowd begin screaming and the announcer tried to shout above the crowd's noise that a huge spaceship was landing on the runway near the president's plane. Lights could be seen in small openings around the side of the saucer-shaped disk, and a faint humming noise came from it.The crowd slowly calmed down (some had run away, the announcer said), until a door opened in the side of the ship and the screams became even louder. The breathless announcer told how the door, hinged at the bottom, was dropping down to form a ramp to the ground. A figure appeared in the lighted opening, and still more screams erupted from the people. The announcer was so excited, we could hardly understand what he was saying__ and then the radio went dead!
Hal and I frantically tried to turn up the radio's volume and searched other stations. Finally, the music came back on the original station__ but no voices, no sounds, no disc jockey, no reporter from Denver. We listened for nearly an hour, but only music could be heard. Not even any commercials. There was no news of Denver or of the President on any other station. It continued like this until we arrived home, close to 2 A.M.. We ran to our home radio and again flipped the dials trying to get more news__ nothing.
Was this a hoax? In the morning, Hal drove into town and bought all the newspapers, but there was nothing on the Denver incident. The radio said only that the "President's trip to Denver had been cancelled."
We heard no more about any of this until October, 2008, when I came across an article from the recently released, National Archives Files of the UK, which told of President Eisenhower's "secret" meeting with ETs sometime between February 17-24, 1954. The article suggested that the meeting had occured at Edwards (then Wright-Patterson) Air Force Base in California. The official U. S. news media said Eisenhower was "on a vacation" for the 1 1/2 days during which his whereabouts were unaccounted for, although it was suspect because the President had just that previous weekend returned from a week-long vacation elsewhere. Later, it was put out that Eisenhower had been at a state dinner when he broke a tooth, and was immedicately rushed to a dentist. http://gizadeathstar.wordpress.com/
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The Flying Cigar
(2.) Summer, 1963. We'd moved to Gooding, Idaho, and Hal was coaching Little League. Our two sons, ages 9 and 11, were on the Gooding team, and along with our daughter, age 10, we were returning from a game with Shoshone, 15 miles away. About half-way home we noticed a strange object in the western sky directly ahead of us. It was a silvery gray, cigar-shaped object moving towards the north, and had a red light shining at its rear end. We all stared at it for the ten minutes it took to reach the Gooding city limits, and during that time it crossed in front of a large cloud. Just before we entered the town, the object turned completely around and headed south to move behind the same cloud. Again, the red light glowed behind as it passed out of sight.
Here, the big trees and buildings of Gooding interrupted our view, and we drove hurriedly to the other side of this small town, but the object did not emerge from the cloud. It was years before any of us heard about UFO's... and many cigar-shaped ones were noted along with the "flying saucer" types. Forty-five years have passed, and all five of us still remember the strange object.
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Lost River Fly-bys
(3.) July, 1973: Hal's railroad job relocated us to Arco, in the Big Lost River Valley of Idaho. As mentioned in Chapter 3: The Great Mother, this area holds the Arcturian-Idaho Stargate, and UFO events began to escalate dramatically.
Where Highway 93 (known throughout the west as the "Killer Highway" due to its traffic accident record) turns at Arco to continue running northwest towards Mackay, it meets with "Antelope Road", which runs up into the Pioneer Mountains to the tiny community of Grouse and various accesses to wilderness areas. It is a favorite painting and fishing area for us, and we often visit friends who live at the far ends of this road.
Shortly before you reach Grouse, there is a huge natural formation called "Black Rock". People come from around eastern Idaho__ particularly Idaho Falls, Pocatello and Blackfoot.They bring their pickups and sleeping bags or matresses on summer nights and lie in the beds of the truck to watch the stars, hoping to see a strange phenomena that frequently occurs: a WWII bomber appears near Black Rock and flies at a very low altitude, following Antelope Road and the adjacent Antelope Creek down the valley towards Highway 93, where it disappears from view. No one has the slightest idea of why this happens.
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One autumn, my friend Virginia and her bowling team were returning from a tournement in another city in the small hours of the night. As they neared Arco, they passed the airport and noted something odd at the end of the farthest runway. It was so dark, they could barely make out a roundish black object flashing red, blue, yellow and green lights in a circular pattern. The object and its lights also appeared to be "hopping" up and down, as if trying to "take off'" straight up into the air. They were afraid to come closer, and after a few minutes, drove quickly into town to wake the sheriff at his home. When excitedly told of the phenomena, the sheriff became angry and refused to investigate. He said "I'm sick to death of everybody waking me up at all hours of the night to look at some d--n fool lights or "flying saucers". I can't do anything about it and I'm not going to go out there any more."
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July, 1977: For the first 3 1/2 years in Arco, Hal and I lived in our 24 foot RV, expecting to return toGooding when the railroad agent there would retire. But it was not to be. A train wreck had demolished the Gooding depot and the Shoshone agent was assigned to also cover Gooding during afternoons. We ended up building a home in Arco on the lower slopes of the mountainside and moved there in March.
One hot afternoon, I was sitting on the sofa, gazing out the window at the street that ran past our living room windows, when I saw a black, triangular-shaped shadow whiz up the street toward the mountain. It moved so fast, that at first I thought I'd imagined it, but then noted that the hollyhocks I'd planted where our driveway met the street and the tall grasses of the vacant lot across the way were swaying back and forth, as if fanned by a strong wind. I ran outside to investigate, but of course, it was too late and nothing could be seen. Oddly, I'd never heard any noise, either.
The next day I met with friend, Sherry, who told me how, the afternoon before, her two-year old son had surprised them by insisting that he had to go outside immediately. When asked why, he looked up at the ceiling and pointed up. He became so upset when they didn't take him outside, that they finally did all go out into the yard. The boy continued looking up at the sky. When asked what he was looking for up there, he could only say "ship".
We all wondered about this incident for years, for Lockheed had recently taken over at the INL, atomic energy site, east of Arco. Years later we learned that Lockheed had been one of the corporations at Area 51, Nevada, where they were believed to have back-engineering captured alien spaceships. Some say the Stealth flighters and bombers came out of that project.
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First Contact
Sunday, August 16, 1987: It was the Harmonic Convergence, an important turning point in the Mayan Calendar. People had just recently become aware of this Calendar and meetings and celebrations were planned around the world. Our study group, meeting weekly in my home, made plans to gather at the Craters of the Moon Naional Monument that Sunday, but the plans fell through, and only Sherry and I drove the 20 miles to the Craters and settled down to meditate in a quiet little space where we could see a rock formation that looked like the profile of a man's face.
This day was between sessions of the Vogal Crystal Healing Class that I was taking at Grand Teton Park. We had learned to move into altered states of awareness and communicate with Nature, Earth, and various entities; so Sherry and I went into the Zone and asked for guidance relating to the Mayan Calendar and the future of Earth. As usual, when performing these rituals outdoors, a wind sprang up and soon we smelled fragrant pine wood smoke, although no fires were allowed at the Park. In about ten minutes, an etheric energy form appeared to our right, between two large lava rock formations. It was a strange sort of craft, almost like a "birthday cake" on a platter, with a second ridge that ran around its domed top. I assumed it was "ethereal" because although we could clearly see the object, it was so transparent, we could also see through it to the landscape behind it.
A door opened in the side of the ship, and a humanoid figure appeared, wearing some sort of metallic-like uniform. He put up his hand, cautioning us against coming closer, and telepathically sent us a message: "It is too soon__ contact would be unwise at this time." He and the ship then faded away. We wondered__ would we meet this ship and this fellow again sometime in the future__ and if so, why?
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The Probe
June, 1988: Our "Search For God" study group presented several public lectures given by Franz Gisen__ a Swiss landscaper who was knowledgable about astronomy, psychology and the history of UFOs__ to the Lost River public. The progams were held in the high school library, where Franz asked that one window be opened a foot high, but did not say why. We noticed during his talk, he often looked out that window, as if expecting to see something. But nothing was out there.
After the second public lecture, we invited Franz and his adult son to our home where he would talk to us about UfO's and space technology__ things he was reluctant to tell the general public. It was most informative, and was the first time we heard about the "Men in Black", with whom Franz had experienced frequent confrontations. About eight study group members were present, as well as one or two people who, we knew, would be open to these subjects. It was a lovely summer evening, and I had the patio doors open in the dining room, knowing Franz' preference for this. He looked around the cedar-lined room, the rock fireplace, and the open door, and nodded appreciatively.
Franz enthralled us all with his information, and after about a half-hour, I saw him glance at the open door with its screen door closed, and to my amazement__ in came a strange looking contraption. It silently floated across the dining room, crossed the living room and came to rest upon the center of our coffee table, directly in front of Franz and myself! This thing reminded me of the bottom part of my vacuum cleaner, but with an antennae about 30" high, that stuck up at an angle from it's back side. It was greenish-gray, with silvery metallic trim.
I rubbed my eyes, and looked again, but it was still there. I looked around the room to see if anyone else could see this, and all were looking at Franz, except my painting buddy, Helen, and her teenage son. Their eyes were wide open in amazement, too, staring at the object on the table. We looked at each other and broke out in huge smiles. What the heck was THIS! No one said a word.
The talk over, it was just starting to get dark; only myself, Helen, her son, and Franz and his son were still in our home. We asked about the object (which by now had floated back out through the screen door), and were told it was a probe sent from an alien spaceship.They often appeared when he was giving out his information, but few people were able to see them.
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A Close Encounter
Summer, 1988: I woke in our Arco home in the middle of the night to flashing lights and a rumbling noise from outside in the street. I quickly passed down the hall to the front of the house so I could see what was happening out there. I was almost into the dining room with it's big glass patio doors when my inner voice said__ loud and clear__ "Don't go out there. Don't even LOOK out there!" I stopped, and cautiously glanced at the doors and the draperies drawn over them. I could tell there was something very large and dark sitting in the middle of the street with red, white and blue lights flashing around and around it. Was it a helicopter? But there was not the "whomp-whomp" noise of the helicopter blades whirling. I could see a bit of the tail end of a local black and white police car, and could hear men's voices talking, but I couldn't make out what was being said.
I sure wanted to at least look out at all this, but decided against it. I went to use the bathroom, and when as I came out, the house began to shake and rumble as the huge object seemed to lift off vertically into the air. Then through the kitchen window I saw the police cars__ two of them__ drive away down the hill. All was silent. What was THAT all about? And why couldn't I look at it?
Years later, I read one of Whitley Streiber's books, in which he told of being taken along with some ETs on one of their visitations to someone's bedroom at night. Before they left, he was told to never look directly at any of the ETs, and especially not to look them in the eye, for this would cause a hypnotic effect giving them control over his mind. Hmmmmmm.
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The Saucer
July, 1988: My daughter Cindi taught a geology class in the Gooding Public Schools, and we arranged a trip to Craters of the Moon to photograph this unusual volcanic area for her classroom slide presentation that fall. Her son, Chris, age five, was with us..
By early afternoon, we had tramped all over the park, snapping photos and taking notes, and the black lava rocks began to heat up. It was time to leave. With Cindi driving, Chris in the front passenger seat, and I behind him in the back seat, we started to pull out of the parking lot onto the Park's loop drive. A caravan of cars on the drive forced us to wait before we could enter it, and I was suddenly temporarily blinded by a huge flash of white light that came from my right side. I thought it was the sun glaring off some car's windshield, but the only cars in that direction would have been on the highway, at least a half mile away. Then I saw the glare was from much higher up. There was a small mountain on the far side of the highway, and at its top, was a flying saucer! It was shaped like two pie pans glued together at their rims, and had a raised portion on top with portholes around it. I called out to Cindi and Chris to look at it but Cindi's view was blocked by the roof of the car, and Chris kept looking at the highway, and didn't notice the saucer because he wasn't experiencing the glare from it as I was.
This glare, due to the object's surface, which was as shiny and reflective as a mirror, gradually dimmed as it slowly moved away from my vantage point, over and down the other side of the mountain. There were cars and trucks passing on the highway below, and I noted that the spaceship matched the length of 1 1/2 semi-trucks below it.
Cindi and Chris never did see the ship before it disappeared over the mountain, but I noticed a pole or antennae sticking up from the mountaintop. Was the ship somehow taking on energy or communicating? Back in town, I asked around about that pole, and was finally told that it had something to do with weather recording.
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The Ride
August, 1988: I did my usual mediation at 10:13 PM__the time of the New Moon in August, which, in esoteric astrology indicates "Spirit's Intentions". This would be followed soon after by a Solar Elcipse, when the Moon orbits between Earth and the Sun, and blocks off the Sun's light to those of us on Earth for a short time.
In our Arco home, I sat crosslegged on my bed with my journal beside me, ready to recieve and take notes. After awhile, I was told to "Stand by for galactic communications". Then I was told: "Perfect attunement to the Cosmos leads to the creative visualizations experienced by the Maya which were produced by the Star Beings, with whom in Mayan times, contact was made. The Etheric Webs__ Energy Grids__ were used to teach how to Create for the Future. They used the same principles that humans use for their television, but through their minds instead."
"Mastery over the elements was one of the skills acquired in later years with the Maya and Star Beings. Cosmic Attunement is the key factor, as always. The Sacred Warriors incarnate again, bringing Fire from Heaven, from the Cosmos.
Here, the Angels then came through and said: "Lift thine eyes up onto the heavens from whence thou hast come. It is time. It is time. There shall come a great signal, a great sign__ then follows the great star."
I ran to the bedroom window, pulled the drapery aside, and saw two beams of white light shoot down from sky to Earth for an instant in the southeast. I also could see a bright star__ a planet?__ above the house roof across the street. It did not twinkle, but shone with a steady light
I was telepathically called to come outside onto the deck and watch the star. I did so, and was amazed that I could see anything in that sky, for this was when there were terrible forest fires burning at Yellowstone Park, and other fires destroyed over two million acres of Idaho forests. The air had been so smokey for days, that often we couldn't even see the sun during the daytimes, let alone see any stars or moon at night.
But there it was__ one huge, bright star__ or what? As I watched, it grew even bigger and brighter, put out two rays on either side, as if it had wings like plane, and as I watched for 5 or 10 seconds, the wind came up and blew the birch tree branches across my field of vision and a beam of light shot horizontally out of the star as if from a lighthouse. I could see our schoolhouse clock over the fireplace through the big kitchen window to my left, and I noted the time as the exact moment of the Eclipse. Was something going to happen?
I considered if the "star" might be Venus, and tried to attune to it telepathically and lovingly. Instantly, an intense beam of blue-white light shot out from the star towards me, and seemed to "hit" my 3rd eye with such force, that for a second for two, I thought I was going to fall down. It's intensity was overwhelming.
The next thing I knew, I felt my heels hit the redwood deck__ hard__ as if I had just plopped down from above. I had to take several quick steps backwards to avoid falling over from the impact. Then it put out a beam of light towards its right side and shot away along the beam to the south, disappearing behind the birch tree. It acted as a metor or falling star, but shot off in a straight, horizontal line, not falling in a curved arc.
I found I had lost track of time here. I'd gone out on the deck at exactly 10:34, the exact moment of the Solar Eclipse. I was out there barely a minute, it seemed. When the "star/ship/whatever" left and didn't return, I rushed into the house to get my star maps to see if I could determine just where this strange star was in the ecliptic, and if it was a planet... or what. I again looked at the clock through the window and I had been "gone" somewhere for 11 minutes. I knew about the missing time of abductees__ had I been abducted? I hadn't felt scared, and my body felt okay. What had happened?
According to the star charts, the bright light had appeared in the constellation of Pisces, directly opposite the 19 degrees Virgo point where the Sun and Moon were conjoined for the New Moon and Solar Eclipse. The opposing 19 degrees Pisces is where my Prenatal Solar Eclipse occured in this lifetime, and indicates the connections to, and mission with, my Soul Group. But no planets were moving through Pisces at that time.
Years later, in the mid-nineteen nineties, at Riverview Resort on the Colorado River near Parker, AZ, our little study group met with Dr. Ken Cooper, psychologist, to try some group hypnotic experiments. Each of us had a question about our personal life that we hoped hypnotic contact with our Higher Self would answer. I chose to ask H. S. about what happened that New Moon in August when I was "gone" for eleven minutes.
I relived the experience of being somehow zapped aboard a huge, disk-shaped spacecraft from Sirius. There was a Council of Beings meeting on that ship and I seemed to be part of it. I recalled seeing another human being there, wearing a white uniform with gold trim on the shoulders and curious golden emblem over the heart__ something like the letter "Y", but thicker, more curved, and upside down. I and about 20 other men and women, were standing in a circle inside the center of the ship, facing inwardly toward each other and the center of the circular ship. We were all wearing similar white uniforms__ with the "Y" emblems. Reminded me of the old "Star Trek" programs. (I later decided that this scene had been "arranged" alaong the TV program lines so we would all feel more comfortable about the episode.)
The ship carried us southward to Lake Titicaca, where it attached to some sort of metallic chamber. We entered it and watched as one of the crew members turned a big metal wheel in the chamber's floor, which opened a sort of "hatch" like on a submarine. Inside, we saw an entire city built of some sort of crystaline material under a huge glasslike dome. There were many very tall, thin spires, somewhat like the minarets of the Middle Eastern mosques, but there were no mosques or temples beneath them. What amazed me most, were several vehicles floating through the spaces above and between the city buildings. They did not have wings, propellers, or rocket jets. We were telepathically informed that this was one of many underwater and underground cities that had been prepared for refugees in case humanity could not "make it" through the End Times Shift.
While on that ship, we received personal instructions. I was to go to Orcas Island, Washington in October, and re-open the ancient Lemurian Vortex there with my large crystal. It was to help form a new Grid Pattern for Earth; one which would support the Unity Consciousness for the entire planet over the next 13,000 years. After that, I would receive another assignment to go to another location and do the same. My friend, Melissa in Alaska, had also intuitively received instructions to go to Orcas Island.
Then we re-entered the spaceship, and next thing I knew, I was "plopping" down on our redwood deck in Arco. I re-entered my body in the Cooper's living room and returned to normal consciousness, recalling the entire episode.
In April, 1994, I went to Austin, TX for Drunvalo Melchizedek's "Flower of Life" seminar. After registering at the motel complex's front desk, I was directed to the nearby lounge where drinks and snacks were available, as we waited for our rooms to be readied. Several other conference attendees were present, and more arrived every few minutes. As we introduced ourselves and chatted, I kept noticing one young man who would often glance at me, too. I finally went over and spoke to him, saying how he looked so familiar__ had we met somewhere before? He said I looked familiar to him, too, but he was not sure if we had met. Suddenly, we broke out in big smiles__ realizing we had both been on the Sirian ship! We had exactly the same memories of the ship, although I had not been sure if we went to Titicada or toAantarctica. His name was Doug, and he said he'd met several others from that ship over the past few years.
My friend, Melissa, to whom I had confided my strange journey, later told me she had met another woman named Marilyn who had told her the same story of going to Antarctica on a spaceship with a group of people, and seeing an underwater crystal city.
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The Implant
February 19, 1991: I had a severe nosebleed (never happened before). It started about 1:30 PM, and by 9 PM had still not stopped. Large chunks of coagulated blood were choking my mouth and my windpipe. It was hard to breathe. We called the local hospital, but no one there could help us__ we had no local doctor at the time. So we called the ER in the Idaho Falls Regional Hospital, explained our problem, and set off across the desert to the I.F. Hospital, 75 miles away.
We arrived about 3 AM. I had brought one of those little curved plastic trays they give you in a hospital, and used it to spit up the chunks of coagulated blood, like globs of liver. As we parked under the portico in front of the ER, the light shone on that tray, and I noticed a strange little object in it. Hal opened the door for me and I said, "Look at this. What is this?" He looked and said he never saw anything like that before. It was about the size of a BB, but elongated, and at one end, some tiny hairs or "wires" stuck out of it. My nose was still bleeding, so we set the tray on the floor of the back seat, and hurried into the ER.
A doctor gave me a shot in the affected nostril, and the bleeding stopped. He packed the nostril with cotton batting and told me to leave it in for 24 hours. However, as we were about to leave for home, I became very weak and dizzy and we decide I should stay overnight.
Next morning, about noon, another doctor came to check me out of the hospital He said to take the packing out of the nostril before I left, but I said the first doctor had said to leave it in for 24 hours, and that wouldn't be until after 3 AM next morning. So they called in an ear, nose and throat specialist, who unpacked the nostril and looked inside with a little light and a magnifying instrument. He said there was no sign that I had ever had a nosebleed! What?
Well, we headed for home, and along the way, I recalled the little elongated BB object. I asked Hal if he had taken it out when he went home last night. No, he hadn't__ it was so late, he just went to bed to get some sleep before returning to the hospitall the next day. I reached behind the seat, and picked up the tray carefully__ the object was gone! Was it an implant? If so, why? Months later, I realized it may have been a tracking device preparing me for the trip to Antarctica-Titicaca in August, 1988.
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Masters of the Universe
Summer, 1992: Our Arco "Search For God" study group was in group meditation when several of us received a message: "Masters of the Universe at Craters of the Moon. Bring your robes." We were also told that they would be arriving near the INL site (atomic energy corporations) and they would shut down the electricity temporarily so as to prevent misunderstood intentions. Darrell, who worked at the site, was to be their contact, and was to tell his co-workers and superiors that this was a friendly visit.
First we laughed__ we just couldn't believe it__ but the fact that several members had received similar messages, made us feel there was something to it. The next night, only Hal and I decided to give it a try and drive the 20 miles to Craters of the Moon after dark. I brought my summer caftan robe (just in case). It was about 11 PM when we parked at the area known as "the caves" and watched the stars for signs of __ what? In a short time, a Park vehicle arrived and a Ranger asked what we were doing there. He had a foreign accent, and was knowledgable about astronomy. We said we'd come to watch the stars, but did not mention the "Masters of the Universe". We had a pleasant conversation with him for over half an hour. He left, and by midnight, Hal and I left too, without seeing anything unusual. "Maybe the park ranger was a Master of the Universe", I joked.
In July, there was to be a Full Moon just after sunset, and Hal and I drove out into the high desert so I could photograph the moon rising over the Big Southern Butte, a dormant volcano that arose over 600 feet from the desert floor. It was a lovely night without wind or clouds, and the soft colors of the setting sun on the desert and the butte were lovely. I stood beside the pickup and braced myself and my camera on the side of the truck, snapping three or four photos in the early twilight.
It was the next day, July 17th, when 17 western states, including Idaho, experienced a three-day blackout. The news media put forth that it was caused by a little tree growing at a sub-station. However, when my photos came back from the developers, we were surprised to see a large, shiny "star" near the moon in one photo, and in two others, a small, white "moon" zig-zagging across the sky, leaving a trail behind it. Was it a UFO? Darrell had nothing to report from the INL about this matter. ( If there had been anything unusual, security would probably have prevented him from talking about it.)
Later that year, however, we had a really good laugh. A motion picture company arrived in town, intending to make a science fiction film based at the Craters of the Moon. Dolph Lundgren, was the leading actor. They called for people of the community to appear as extras in the story, wearing the robes of a primitive tribe. The setting would be a portion of the Craters area that looked like a ruined city from a distance. They would burn rubber tires to make smoke, suggesting that the off-world planet of primitive tribes was under attack from an invading force. The name of the film was to be "Masters of the Universe." However, the Craters of the Moon authorities would not allow the burning of tires, as the plant environment of the park was a primitive one similar to what evolves after major lava flows, and was too fragile to expose to such pollution. The movie company went back to California to find another location.
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Close Encounter of the Third Kind
February, 1999: Here we refer to Chapter 22: What It Means To Be Truly Human and the Night Visitors encounter, which occurred at the start of humanity's entry into the Galactic Underworld of the Mayan Calendar. The Visitors came to announce that all the children born on Earth from that time on would of the Sixth Race of humanity, and would have super-human powers. My great-grandson, Steven, was born a month later, and has proven to be an exceptional child, as are several other great-grandchildren born since that date. Little Ivy, Steven's half-sister, began talking at six months.
In February, 2011, humanity will enter the final level of the Mayan Calendar__ the Universal Level, in which we will begin to consciously co-create. (We are learning how to do that right now with Intentions.) My sense is that we will have had open contact with our Extraterrestrial brothers and sisters by that time.
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Men in Black ?
October 31, 2006: It was Halloween, and we were ready for the trick-or-treaters. In this part of small-town Gooding, we get a lot of them__ at least 200 or more. Hal was bowling that night, and my son Jeff and his daughter Amber csme to hand out goodies with me. We hadn't quite finished supper when the doorbell began to ring. The youngest kids come early with parents or older siblings.
There was an unusual 15 minute lull in the stream of little ghosties and goblins as it began to get just dark enough that you'd need to turn on your car headlights. Then the doorbell announced more visitors, but when we opened he door, we saw four adult people__ a man and a woman standing in back, and two slightly shorter__ a teen-age boy and teen-age girl?__ standing in front of them at our doorstep. They were all four dressed in black men's suits, with white shirts and black ties, and each of them wore the exact same hairdo__ short-cropped, thick and black like a man.They all wore dark sunglasses, although there was very little light outside. They did not smile, and said in ominous tones: "Tricks.......(long pause)....... or Treats."
I shivered. I had put my book on this website in April that same year; much of it's information was controversial and would not be welcomed by the so-called "global-elite" that wished to control our world. My first thought was "The Men in Black". But Jeff laughed and said "Nice costumes", and how he loved it when parents took part in the Halloween fun, too. He handed out the goodies, and they turned without saying thanks, and walked away. What was most curious, was that there were no other people on the street, as far as we could see in every direction__ not even any cars parked at the curbs! We watched as the four of them walked to the corner of the block, continued around the corner, and disappeared. They did not stop at any other houses.
Was this a warning? I leave it to you, dear readers, to form your own opinions. We'll see what the next few years bring. Should be quite interesting!
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Hello Again, Hello
January 27th, 2010: In late January, information arrived telling of a "Big Event" soon to occur, and that the source of it would be revealed on the "7th Day". (This was after the Haitian earthquake.) My guides informed me of this January 20th, so I wasn't sure if the
Event would occur in 7 days, or on February 7th__ or even if they were referring to the "7th Day" of the Galactic Underworld which begins on November 3, 2010. We are presently experiencing the "6th Night" of the Galactic Underworld Wave of energy.
January 27th was the night of President Obama's State of the Union Address, but I had my own "big event' that day, too. I'd long been aware that the creative activities and roles I'd been playing for liftimes over 200,000 years had been preparing me for the major creative role I took on during this present lifetime. A series of Downtimes forced me to realize that it was now time to "LET GO" of that old role and all those years and lifetimes. Somehow they were holding me back from moving forward into the role I needed to be playing tin hese expanded dimensional realities. I did let go, but felt lost, alone and confused, as I couldn't see anything ahead to replace it. Had I made a big mistake?
On my "7th Day", I learned that I had made the right decision. I'd le;rned that "Who we Believe we Are" determines the state of our beingness. When I painted, made music, wrote, did astrology, etc.__ my 3rd & 4th dimensional creative work__ I was a messenger , inspiring others about our potential future and about the simplicity of Nature. I was channeling and intuiting most of it, but the time, focus and energy spent creating with those material means was preventing me from fully moving into what I've been terming "Expanded Creativity" in this web-book. Now intuitive and channeling abilities were available to me 24/7, and on this 7th Day, it activated for me big time. Strange, vivid and often lucid dreams__ as many as four per night__ presented themselves. Days were filled with increased paranormal skills and events, heightened intuition and amazing synchronicities.
My dear old guides, the Arcturians, who sent most of the Inner Technology information in this online book, had been absent in my life for 22 years. On the 7th Day, I reconnected with them__ and I didn't have to go into meditaiton or channel. They told me they and other off-world beings are here to assist us with our New Reality Service, at our sincere and loving request.
Arcturians primarily contact individuals about the Education of the masses in preparation for the consciousnes shift needed to identify with the Unified Fiels of INtelligence. they are responsible for most fo the non-manmade crop circles. It was Arcturians who programmed Inner Technoloyg info into those three Buttes near Arco, Idaho, about a half-million years ago, when Lemurian was shinking in the Pacific. Information was stored then that wuld later be released to bring Lemuiran feminine consciousness and technologies back into our awareness during the 2000 A.D. milennium age. It was the 1983 earthquake in the Lost River Moutnains (7.3) that reactivated the information. The Lemurian consicousness includes communicating with nature spirits, plants, animals, minerals and our Galactic neighbors.
Arcturians are a highly evolved race of beings. They do not use any physical/material things__ everything is accomplished with energy and information. They use no "space ships" to travel__ only intention and energy directed by a loving consciousness. They do not help us to produce or repair machines, physical object or bodies with the use of materials__ no minerals, chemicals, physical parts, physical tools, etc.. All is done by influencing energy with consciousness. The major message was that WE MUST LET GO OF OUR SURVIVAL CONSCIOUSNESS now, to grow in Unity Consciousness before March 9, 2011, when the Universal Underworld begins. We will be Stewards of Earth again.
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