Sunday, December 30, 2012

NEAR KIEV, UKRAINE




Location. Near Kiev, Ukraine
Date: 1998
Time: night

Alla, a local woman was in her bed submerged in dark thoughts, her husband and her three children were alcoholics. She saw no future and had on that night decided to commit suicide. 

Suddenly someone knocked on her front door. She could only say, “Who is there? The time is late”. But she did not have time to react as two strange entities suddenly appeared amid the room. The figures were generally humanoid in appearance with very black claw-like hands with long nails. Evidently the entities knew exactly what their purpose was. They then said politely, but firmly, “Don’t do what you are planning, is better that you come with us.” Where?
For what? And who are you, Alla replied.

Her guests explained that they lived in a planet with “shape shifting beings” that can change their shape and density at will “It is difficult for those beings  to perform physical tasks, that’s why at times they ask humans for help”. Their species also lacked females of their kind, and were having trouble in continuing their species. It was difficult for their women to give birth and that’s why they invited terrestrial females to their planet. 

At this point, Alla half got up, intending to put her shoes on, but the strangers stopped her, saying, “No footwear is needed.” Her next memory was in appearing in a large room, evidently on board of a big spacecraft. She saw about three compartments on board and in one she noticed about 20 human males of different ages, the second compartment was empty, and in the third room she saw two adult women that were talking to each other. In apparent bewilderment one of them was saying to the other, “I can’t understand, whether I am still in this world, or already dead and in heaven?” Surprised, Alla wondered why the aliens needed those elderly women. 

At this moment the door opened and the aliens appeared, accompanied by a younger human woman. “Hello” she said to everyone. One of the “captive” men then said, “Here is one more prisoner”. 

Moments later the young woman explained to Alla that she had met the strange entities as she left a dance hall, at which time they proposed sex to her. After getting over her shock, she agreed, since her life was full of marital and family problems anyway. The aliens then performed medical checks on both women and also performed some type of “IQ” test, that including remembering chemical formulas. The aliens were evidently testing their mental capabilities. 

The aliens spoke with the captives in the Russian and Ukrainian languages, but communicated among themselves in a strange “sing-song” language. Apparently Alla did not pass any of the tests given to her by the aliens, so she was apparently returned back to her home. But apparently the other female taken from outside the dance hall remained with the aliens. 

While speaking with the other earth woman on board the spacecraft, Alla noticed five small globe-shaped spheres, resembling ball lighting and seemingly behaving like intelligent beings. They positioned themselves in a row. 

The alien commander then proceeded to tell them something, which Alla understood as, “My dear, you returned! Well go to your place.” Alla then saw six small containers on the control panel resembling ordinary wine glasses; the spheres obeyed and placed themselves inside those containers, changing into the shape of a mushroom.

HC addendum

Source: Leonid Terentyev, “UFO Captives”, the Secret Doctrine
# 7, April 2004, quoting Tatyana Nuraliyeva
Type: G

Comments: Very bizarre abduction incident, again the hybrid theme is touched upon here by these somewhat different aliens. Different types of aliens have used before the “dying planet or race” excuse, during a myriad of encounters.

Thank you Albert Rosales of Humanoid Contacts

Thursday, December 27, 2012

LOCATION: ZAPOROZHYE, UKRAINE



Location. Zaporozhye, Ukraine
Date: 1998                                 Time: various

A young Tatar-Muslim woman named Aihsa reported entering into a series of contacts with aliens from an extraterrestrial civilization from the Big Bear constellation (Ursa Major). At one time a man-like humanoid entity entered her bedroom and communicated with the witness via telepathy. The alien was tall, about 1.8m to 1.9m in height, and was dressed in a dark overall, his face was tanned, and he had large slanted eyes, a long straight nose and a slightly protruding chin. His hand had five long narrow fingers. 

The alien said that his name was “IMA” and spoke about numerous different subjects: God, evil, and about the 5 laws of the Universe. Sometimes he spoke in Russian and at times bright, living images were transmitted directly into her mind like a cinema. She always saw “IMA” in front of her as if it were a holographic image, she was told: “What you see before your eyes, it's not entirely me.” He added, “Information transmitted to you can be so exact to a degree that you will be able to almost touch it.” 

At one point they argued as to the nature of the aliens, Aisha stated that they were neither Gods nor demons and she then received the following answer, “Aisha we are are not Gods or demons. We are not from some unnaturally developed civilization. We are the same people as you are, but based on a different genetic base. So that qualitatively makes us people, men, but not in principle. We are not spirits we belong to the SAINA race”. 

The aliens told Aisha that they were inhabitants of a huge star system called “O-NAVAIL”. Their star was located in the Great Bear Constellation. They call their star system IR-SHIIR. Their planet is called NIASU which literally means, “The dwelling place”. And the center of their entire system (which is a union of 5 different planetary systems in different constellations) is a spiritual entity called TRON. TRON is the collective mind of all the representatives of the system. Aisha later learned that IMA was subordinated to his alien “boss” which is a female by the name of KILAMANS. IMA was supposed to take her place in this difficult system (Earth?) and have a career here. 

Aisha made an astral journey to the alien planet NIASU which she found quite interesting. Everything in the planet was surrounded by stern solemnity, tranquility and as seemed to her, aristocratism. The light there was dim (cloud cover?) but the ultraviolet rays were powerful like in the hottest deserts on Earth. Their cities had many trees and plants, and they built their homes in the immediate vicinity of the water reservoirs, which was cooler than the rest of the planet. 

At one point Aisha asked IMA if they had created the Earth and IMA answered, “We didn’t create anything, everything is the will of the Universe, but we have kept your planet under control since the moment of its birth”. IMA also added that temporarily they had established a base in the area of the Kerch Peninsula (probably under the Sea of Azov). 

They are “the 5th unit of a galactic star fleet”. IMA is the captain of a flagship named “The floating Butterfly”. They are engaged in guarding and studying the Universe and provide communications within. For some time now they have had responsibility over the human civilization, which was imposed to them as “curators” of Earth. 

On another occasion Aisha was contacted by an alien named LOESU which she considered to be the ideal of inner beauty and perfection. He was tall, dark skinned, with huge slanted eyes, no hair (his head was covered with something resembling a hood) a long nose, wide mouth and broad lips. He had very long and thin fingers. LOESU also had a very muscular chest, which Aisha saw since he wore something resembling a partially opened shirt.


When asked by local journalists why she had been chosen for contact, Aisha answered that the aliens did not have the right to communicate with any human. They have to follow definite criteria to choose the person they were to contact. The “Contactee” must have the abilities that can play the role in expanding humanity’s mind. The person must have the aptitude for comprehending the existence of other civilizations and to promote others to realize the fact. They told her that they would be transmitting information to her and that she “should write it down or draw it”. The aliens told her that they had been preparing her for the final contact and had decided that she met all the requirements they insisted upon. They only asked her to pass the information on to others since they wanted to study their reaction. They also told Aisha that this was needed more by humans than by them, in fact they pointed out that “human souls were the smallest particles of the whole universal soul.” That humans had lost their communication with space and must somehow restore it. 

At one time IMA told Aisha that evil exists only in the mind and that we had the ability to throw it out with our thoughts. That meant that humans must change their attitudes. Only by understanding their role in the Universe can humans re-establish their connection with the Creator. The Creator will then help humans cleanse themselves from evil. But only the humans had the choice to destroy or save themselves. None of the alien races were able to interfere in this.

According to IMA the five basic laws of the Universe were: 1. The priority of Energy. 2. Creation. 3. Non-comparison. 4. Compatibility. 5. Eternity.

HC addendum
Source: Elena Petriv in: “Mriya” Zaporozhye, August 3-10 2000 and Dr. Anton A. Analov                                                                            e

Location. Near Kiev, Ukraine
Date: 1998
Time: night
Alla, a local woman was in her bed submerged in dark thoughts, her husband and her
three children were alcoholics. She saw no future and had on that night decided to commit
suicide. Suddenly someone knocked on her front door. She could only say, “Who is there? The

time is late”. But she did not have time to react as two strange entities suddenly appeared amid
the room. The figures were generally humanoid in appearance with very black claw-like hands
with long nails. Evidently the entities knew exactly what their purpose was. They then said
politely, but firmly, “Don’t do what you are planning, is better that you come with us.” Where?
For what? And who are you, Alla replied. Her guests explained that they lived in a planet with
“shape shifting beings” that can change their shape and density at will “It is difficult for those
being to perform physical tasks, that’s why at times they ask humans for help”. Their species
also lacked female of their kind, and were having trouble in continuing their species. It was
difficult for their women to give birth and that’s why they invited terrestrial females to their
planet. At this point, Alla half got up, intending to put her shoes on, but the strangers stopped
her, saying, “No footwear is needed.” Her next memory was in appearing in a large room,
evidently onboard of a big spacecraft. She saw about three compartments onboard and in one
she noticed about 20 human males of different ages, the second compartment was empty, and
in the third room she saw two adult women that were talking to each other. In apparent
bewilderment one of them was saying to the other, “I can’t understand, whether I am still in this
world, or already dead and in heaven?” Surprised, Alla wondered why the aliens needed those
elderly women. At this moment the door opened and the aliens appeared, accompanied by a
younger human woman. “Hello” she said to everyone. One of the “captive” men then said,
“Here is one more prisoner”. Moments later the young woman explained to Alla that she had
met the strange entities as she left a dance hall, at which time they proposed sex to her. After
getting over her shock, she agreed, since her life was full of marital and family problems
anyway. The aliens then performed medical checks on both women and also performed some
type of “IQ” test, that including remembering chemical formulas. They aliens were evidently
testing their mental capabilities. The aliens spoke with the captives in the Russian and Ukrainian
languages, but communicated among themselves in a strange “sing-song” language. Apparently
Alla did not pass any of the tests given to her by the aliens, so she was apparently returned back
to her home. But apparently the other female taken from outside the dance hall remained with
the aliens. While speaking with the other earth woman onboard the spacecraft, Alla noticed five
small globe-shaped spheres, resembling ball lighting and seemingly behaving like intelligent
beings. They positioned themselves in a row. The alien commander then proceeded to tell them
something, which Alla understood as, “My dear, you returned! Well go to your place.” Alla then
saw six small containers on the control panel resembling ordinary wine glasses; the spheres
obeyed and placed themselves inside those containers, changing into the shape of a mushroom.

HC addendum
Source: Leonid Terentyev, “UFO Captives”, the Secret Doctrine
# 7, April 2004, quoting Tatyana Nuraliyeva
Type: G
Comments: Very bizarre abduction incident, again the hybrid theme is touched upon here
by these somewhat different aliens. Different types of aliens have used before the “dying planet
or race” excuse, during a myriad of encounters.

OTHER WORLDLY CONTACT

Otherworldly contact, Ukraine, 1966:



Location. Simferopol, Crimean peninsula, Ukraine (USSR)
Date: April 25 1966 Time: noon

On this weekend after Easter, 19-year old Valentina Ivanovna, a local resident of house # 36 on Druzhby Street, was staying alone at home, reading a book and waiting for her parents to arrive. Momentarily looking away from the book she looked at the clock and noticed that it was already noon time. Suddenly the heard a strange sound, which she could then only describe as similar to “shimmering electronic bells” but soft in nature, looking around looking for the source of the strange melodic sound she saw a tiny sphere or globe shaped object, dark gray in color, hovering just above the floorboards. The sound then stopped and the strange sphere began increasing in size and it became so big that it seemed to totally envelope the room, the witness felt as if she had been “absorbed” into the sphere and suddenly found herself transported into an unearthly realm.

At first everything around her was gray, and then Valentina noticed a far horizon, the strange new sky above her was dark blue, without any stars. She then noticed the grass below her, which seemed to be cut very low and was of an unearthly red color. She felt a strong wind which bended the short grass to the ground and somehow understood that the alien’s star (their sun) was evidently behind her, but she didn’t see it. 

Looking to her right at about 1.5meters away Valentina saw an alien woman standing. Valentina felt that she could have easily touched her, but felt no desire to do so. 

The alien woman had dark wavy hair and wore a white dress. The strong wind was blowing the dress around. The alien woman stood still staring into the horizon. She wasn’t that tall, about 1.55m in height, slender and thin, with tanned skin, of a pleasant brown tint. Such color of skin was usually typical to the Caribbean region on Earth like Cuba. Her eyes were unearthly, much bigger than normal human eyes, and elongated but straight, not slanted. The eyes were very beautiful and expressive. Her nose, mouth, ears and the rest of her body looked quite human or terrestrial. Her hands had five digits. Her dress was incredibly white---clean without any design, it was cut in an earthly style, with a low cut neck line, without any sleeves, extending below the knees. 

Valentina and the alien woman stared at each other, then the woman smiled (Valentina noticed incredible white teeth) turned around and began walking away towards the horizon, Valentina watched as it appeared that the woman seemed to float just above the ground as the grass did not bend as she walked over it. Valentina did not notice if the woman wore any foot gear. 

Moments later Valentina saw a gray mist and the same tiny sphere began “rolling” towards her, the space around immediately transformed into her familiar bedroom. The strange sphere then rolled under the sideboard and vanished. 

The witness again heard the soft melodic sound and everything returned to normal. Valentina realized that the sound had been aimed to attract her attention. When she looked at the clock it was only 5 minutes after 12. Only five minutes had passed. Valentina never felt any fear during the encounter.

HC addendum
Source: Dr. Anton A. Anfalov PhD. Personal investigation. Type: G?
Comments: It appears that the witness was somehow momentarily transferred into another realm or dimension, for what purpose? It remains to be seen.

Thank you Albert Rosales of Humanoid Contacts!

Thursday, December 6, 2012

DENNIS WHITNEY



Dennis Whitney is an ET Experiencer, Ufologist, writer, columnist, and speaker on all things extra-terrestrial, as well as the 2012 Ascension into the 5th Dimension. He has spoken on radio shows all over the country, and has written for numerous forms of media around the world, including X-Times Magazine in Italy, The Ufologist in Australia, UFO
Magazine here in the states, and has hosted an online column on UFOs and the paranormal for the Australian news website www.Australia.to

Beginning in 2005, Dennis began to undergo a series of close encounter episodes with those he (now) believes to be from the Sirius Star System, as members of the Galactic Federation of Light. He has experienced numerous occasions of ‘missing time’, resulting in an instantaneous jump of several hundred miles down the highway, in the blink of an eye. And, through his connection to ET Sculptor,
Cynthia Crawford (www.etsculptor.com ), he also believes what is taking place during these moments away’ are reunions with his star family, as well as discussions involving his own mission here on this planet, at this time. Evidence of all such activity can be supported by his many, many hundreds of photos captured where ever he travels or moves to!

Dennis has also encountered the attention of what are known as ‘Men in Black’. A personal case study of these events, that revolve around his first major sighting in Northern California, is documented in an article titled, “UFOs: Physical, Dimensional, or Holographic”, which is also a follow up to a piece titled “World Chaos and Our Rise into the 5th Dimension”. A piece written, in fact, the morning after his
apparent Awakening had begun, with a sudden knowledge of how the universe seemed to work, with information he’d never understood, or known before! The article, to him, felt very…’channeled’ in its form.

These articles can be searched online, as well as through UFO Casebook, and the magazines noted at the top. On the issue of implants, Dennis has also awoken to the tell-tale surgical cuts, the finger-tip bruises, the glimpses of beings, and the ‘bead’ behind his ear. And, after one such contact experience, has been ‘scanned’ by an amber beam of light from an (unseen) cloaked craft before him in Palm Springs.

In 2009, Dennis’ own Spirit Guides brought him to the Southwest area of the United States, which oddly,
happens to be a place of historical UFO presence and relevance, as well as being positioned under one
of the many Stargates, now dotted around our planet, for reasons we can only speculate about.

In 2010, Dennis found himself in the midst of chaos, and in the cross-hairs of a much darker agenda, when he happened to disclose an internal, and damning document, relating to the events of the Gulf Oil Spill, for which he has also been very outspoken. These events consisted of implied threats, a
heightened, black helicopter presence over his home, and an entire library of suddenly ‘missing’ UFO emails, caused him to re-evaluate his true purpose at this critical time in our planet’s, and human history, and he elected to step away from all speaking and writing of the subject, essentially going
‘underground’ to devote his time to the ‘New World’ at hand, and the colossal changes humanity now faces, and to be there for others in a much more physical sense.

Today, he assists those who are racing to catch up, and to understand, if not already Awakened, themselves. He devotes the remaining portion of his time to sustainable living, speaking about ‘The 2012 Shift’ now underway, and growing a large, community garden in the Four Corners area of the desert Southwest. He focuses now on the positive changes we face, and educating others about the Awakening
process, and the extraordinary days ahead, as old paradigms begin to crumble, and a new, 5th dimensional existence unfolds!


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 From another site:

  So now, as I ponder just why it is I’m so ‘lucky’ to have a constant presence around me, I think back to two more incidents that may suggest this is something much deeper than happenstance. I have also discussed this on several occasions with Jim Sparks, a noted and very credible abductee, with over 90% recollection of his experiences.
 
While in Palm Springs, in 2006, I was ‘scanned’ (for lack of a better term), by something unseen, while getting up at 3am to grab a glass of water. I was looking out the patio window on the third floor, as the downtown area slept. Earlier in the evening, while with my family, we watched several craft rise above the San Jacinto Mountains, bobble around a bit, then descend one at a time, behind the peak after about 45 minutes. One first, followed by the next. I guess they saw what they wanted to see in the valley below, and called it a night. This would have been directly in my line of site, from the patio. 

This is the same spot I was standing at 3am, when a vertical, bronze/amber beam, about a foot wide, reaching from floor to ceiling, passing steadily from the back wall to my left, over my body, and across the right side until it disappeared. I was stunned. I stood frozen in that moment. I saw NOTHING in the air, the town was silent, and there was absolutely no traffic or aircraft whatsoever. Absolute silence, in the dead of night. Then it happened again! Almost in a steady, rhythmic and rotational cycle, like that of a lighthouse beacon, the beam crossed over my body in a smooth, fluid motion. I was ready the third time, if it happened again, and it did. With my left side to the back wall, and my right side aimed toward the balcony, I actually watched it start on one wall, move across, and as I looked directly across the patio to the mountains, it passed over my body again. Not a single source of light in the air, or on the ground, or anywhere from which this could have generated. This was the final pass. There may have been only 10-15 seconds between passes. Just three times. I thought then, as I do now, that something or someone may have activated something in me, to begin my ‘awakening’. It was from this point on that my total immersion into the field of the paranormal REALLY began. Elk Grove was the first major catalyst to my interest, but this led me deeper into my study. This had some meaning. How could it not? And why the interest in me? 

And finally, the most invasive, in-your-face event took place, about one year ago (prior to the SFO drone event). I had the most vivid UFO dream one night. We all have them, don’t we? But this was very different. The morning after this powerful dream, which felt so very, very real, left me feeling somehow different. I then found a half inch incision (?) on my right knee. No scab. Just a bright red, blade-fine cut, with no soreness, and which disappeared almost entirely by the following day. But this was not a scratch. It truly looked like a scalpel cut. I’ve never seen anything like it, with all the cuts and bruises I’ve had in my life. And, this would be the same morning I find a very small ‘bead’ of some sort behind my left ear. It moves slightly to the touch, and inflames at times. I can feel it now. In fairness, it’s never been tested, though I have my curiosity. I also now get a steady, deliberate tone that lasts 10-15 seconds at a time, almost daily, and only from that ear. Not piercing, but obvious when it takes place. It doesn’t fade, and cannot be attributed to some medical explanation of ringing in the ears, that I know of. It turns on, then off, like a switch. And always for the same, short length of time. This bead itself, very much matches the description given by Whitley Streiber, whom I have never met, but admire his forthright attitude in speaking what he knows.

Sunday, December 2, 2012



ALTERNATIVE THREE

How many have heard of Alternative Three in the present day?  When it happened it was a huge mystery - and still is. I am going to bring you up to date by this article written by Bill Nelson.
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Prior to 1979 and the airing of the original Alternative Three documentary by Spectra Television, I had already gathered much of the material in this book and knew that there was more going on in space than the public was being told.

The hour-long TV show, devised by David Ambrose and Christopher Miles; written by Ambrose and produced by Miles was a shocker because it maintained that the US and Russia, presumably England as well, had been working together in space for many years before the historic Apollo shots to the moon

I first viewed the film as rebroadcast by the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation several months after the original showing via BBC in Great Britain.  It was at this point that I realized that I was not alone in my belief that a gigantic conspiracy among the nations of this planet existed and that a determined attempt to save some portion of Homo Sapiens from extinction actually was in progress.

Had the program been just another speculative science-fiction effort I would have been pleased that other writers had enough perception and imagination to come up with a plausible hypothesis based on facts that for the most part are common knowledge.

Instead, I was dumbfounded, because the hour-long vehicle for Alternative Three was not science-fiction theater, but Science Report, a 60-minute documentary aired frequently dealing only with orthodox scientific subjects.  Even to think of the producers of Science Report coming on with a science-fiction or Orson Welles Mars-scare-type-of presentation was as ridiculous as Walter Cronkite narrating J.R.R. Tolkien’s “Lord of the Rings” as historic fact.

Alternative Three was presented as a straight-forward documentary that I believed then to be factual and know now to be revelation of only part of the truth as known to the producers at Anglia Television.


For those of you who did not see the show a brief rundown on what it portrayed is necessary.

It began with the narrator, a familiar figure to watchers of Science Report, saying that as originally conceived the program was to examine the causes behind Great Britian’s “Brain Drain,” the exodus of many scientifically trained persons to other parts of the world.

He stated that the original purpose was defeated because of the “difficulty of obtaining information” of the scientists who had gone elsewhere.  He cited as an example one Dr. Ann Clark, a scientist who had been interviewed shortly before her departure for the then planned “Brain Drain” documentary.  In the interview, Dr. Clark was reticent to talk and said little other than that she had decided to leave England for another position.

Some weeks later, her expensive rented car was found parked at Heathrow Airport, where presumably Dr. Clark left it to take a plane to another country, but all efforts to find out which plane and to where, failed.

The disappearances of two other scientists, Robert Patterson and Brien Pendlebury were also described.  In the case of Pendlebury, he supposedly had gone to Australia to work and his parents had received letters and photographs from him.  However, when a former school chum, vacationing in Australia, attempted to locate him at the address he had been using no one there had ever heard of him.

In all, Anglia Television researchers discovered that at least 5 top scientists apparently disappeared without a trace.  Between 1963 and 1975, the year hat Dr. Clark vanished, more than four million persons had left Great Britain, about one-third of them from the professional and managerial levels of British Society. (Editor’s Note:  In the last years over 85 scientists have come up missing in addition to the 25 missing in GB. Purple Urial)

Something sinister was going on and the producers were certain that the vanishing scientists were not reappearing behind the Iron Curtain.  Where were they going?  With little material to go on, the “Brain Drain” was shelved.

Meanwhile, a separate drama was unfolding.  Dr. William Valentine, a noted British scientist returned to England from the United States where he had been working with NASA.  With him he brought a computer tape that was to play a prominent part in the Alternative Three program which was later to be produced.

Dr. Valentine died in a car crash while motoring from his home to London.  His death was written off by the press as an accident, although there was some question at the time as to why the press photographers were only allowed to take one photograph, at a distance, of the wrecked vehicle.

As reconstructed later from interviews with a newspaper editor and Dr. Valentine’s widow, his death became highly suspicious.

It was learned that on the day of his death he had received a call from an American associate in the US that agitated him considerably.  From his home he called the newspaper editor and

told him that he was coming to London that night with very important information and had to see him as quickly as he could get to London.

Dr. Valentine then gave his wife a parcel, addressed to the same individual that he had called, and convinced her that it had to be mailed that day; a request with which she complied.

Dr. Valentine died before he could keep his rendezvous.  The editor received what turned out to be a computer tape. When put on a computer, however, it was a meaningless garble of sound and image.

Some time later, the TV studio received a call from an individual who identified himself as an American just arrived in England.  He told the producers that he knew why Valentine had been killed and said that he would meet with the them and tell them why.

The meeting of a reporter and the American “agent” was captured on TV tape and the brief conversation recorded by hidden microphone.  The agent said that it was too dangerous to talk in public and that the reporter and his cameraman were to come to a certain address in London the following morning, then he ran off, seemingly in a panic.

On the following morning the camera man and reporter arrived at the house as instructed and knocked on the door. The door was opened by a young woman who at first refused to let them in.  But British reporters are not too easily dissuaded and despite protests they got in, with a camera recording all of this.

At the head of the stairs, the crew went into what appeared to be a bedroom where in the camera lights, a much bedraggled and almost incoherent ‘agent” was lying on a bed.  As they came into the room, he started swearing at them, shouting at them to get the “hell out of here and leave me alone.”  He struck the camera man and the crew retreated.  The man seemed to have been drugged and severely beaten.

When the crew returned the next day, they found the house deserted without a clue as to where the couple had gone.

With Dr. Valentine now in the mystery, the producers followed the leads so far uncovered and interviewed Mrs. Valentine (Lady Valentine) and through her they located the newspaper editor and the mysterious tape.  They had no better results with the tape.  It had been what seemed to be “space garbage.”

The leads petered out, then later they were contacted by the woman who had opened the door for the camera crew.  She told them that “Harry” had given her something that would unlock the key to the Valentine tape.  They met with her and obtained a printed circuit board and the instructions, relayed through her, ‘that this thing’ would fit in a specific type of computer.  Research revealed that this was the type of computer used at NASA.  Further research revealed that there was in England a similar computer and the studio obtained permission to use it.

As recorded in the documentary, the tape turned out to be a recording of TV camera coverage from an unmanned space probe sent to Mars.

For about 10 minutes, documentary viewers saw the landscape of Mars reeling by beneath the probe, red rolling hills, with some greenery and moon-like craters.  In the background, as recorded on this NASA tape are the voices of scientists commenting on what they were seeing as the probe visual was being recorded.

At the end of the probe tape, the vehicle settled to the surface of Mars, one of its tripod legs showing in the foreground.  As the probe settles to earth and the leg digs into the soil, something big, like a six-foot-long earthworm, wiggles away from the contact, pushing up the earth for its passage.

And in the background one of the original viewers is heard to comment, “My God, this is the biggest thing since the coming of Christ, there’s life on Mars.”

The producers including this tape is their reawakened documentary are faced with a dilemma.  How can this be Mars, when the tape showed no craters and all of the pictures released previously by NASA showed hundreds of craters very similar to those found on the moon.  Their conclusion was that instead of releasing the real pictures of Mars, NASA had released previously unreleased photos taken from the Apollo missions.

This possibility is given some credence by an American manufacturer of space hardware who adds the comment that when he saw the purported “Mars photos” the first time, he wondered why they had been shot with a narrow angle lens rather than with the wide angle lens usually associated with the Ranger missions.

(And the reader at this point is thinking to himself, “hmmm, this chapter is pretty nebulous, why doesn’t he use names, full names?”)

It’s a good question and I’ll take this opportunity to answer it.  Bear in mind that I saw this documentary some time ago and CBC, which makes recordings of everything it airs, somehow didn’t tape this particular documentary.

I taped it on an ordinary tape recorder and jealously guarded the tape because I wanted the information ti contained for this book, which I was then in the process of writing.

At the time, I was living with my father, now deceased, in an apartment in Niagara Falls.  We had in the neighborhood, apparently, a burglar with a weird taste in loot.  He made several raids on my apartment and one in my car.  Let me tell you what he took.

First of all, he took my Adamski and Frank Edwards book,three different copies of “Alternative Three (oh, yes, it was made into a book which cannot be purchased in the good old USA, although it is possible to find one in Canada.)  And he took my tape of Alternative Three.  He left the tape recorder.

He later stole my briefcase from my car with a flock of UFO pictures and notes in it and ignored an expensive flashlight on the seat beside it and two cans of Quaker State motor oil.

Believe, if you like, that I’m an absent-minded writer who somehow managed to misplace all this stuff if it makes you feel better, but in any event, at this point I am going entirely on memory, okay

Where were we, ah yes, the moon.

The moon, as you probably know, is marked off in longitude and latitude as is the earth, although with one side facing us all the time we only see about one-fourth of the total surface.

Anyway, the producers, using a photo of the near side, scattered flags all over it to designate points at which manned and unmanned craft had landed.  Then flipping the moon over to a photo taken of the backside of the moon they showed where eight vehicles had landed behind the moon.  And there, was a tiny cluster of flags in one spot the size of a dime.  Interesting, no?

What is this documentary telling us? It’s stating the major powers, or perhaps we should call it the “Tri-Lateral Commission,” had been placing men and materials on the moon for lo these many years -- a base camp from which to supply those who have gone to the red planet.

With this premise in mind, the producers track down Dr. Karl Gerstein, a renowned scientist and one who attended a 1968 conclave of scientists in the US called to discuss the question “where do we go when the surface of this planet becomes too hostile to support life as we know it, mainly because of gases building up in the ionosphere to produce a dangerous “greenhouse affect?”

After several attempts, the reporters badger him into telling what transpired at this hush-hush meeting.

He tells them that the scientists had discussed three possibilities, going underground, building domed cities or blowing holes in the gaseous buildup to allow the planet to radiate off excessive heat. But the first two are really one and the same, so another contact is made with Gerstein  to learn what the third alternative to survival was and at last, visibly agitated, he tells them, “Alternative Three is to leave the planet.”

The showing of this documentary brought instant noise form Parliament and under pressure, the Anglia Television released a statement saying that “Alternative Three” was a gag, another Orson Welles special.

But as we shall see,this annoyed the creators of the documentary no end, so they turned out a book by the same title, containing much more information, adding at the end that they were going to label the book “speculative” rather than “news” because of pressure to do so from members of Parliament.

An American astronaut, now deceased, interviewed for the documentary stated at one point, “What are you doing to me?  Do you want to get me killed like Valentine?”  In another part, he states, “Hell, the Apollo shots were window dressing.  They don’t need a Saturn rocket to put a man and a bicycle on the moon.”

And I know they don’t.
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If you can find this book buy it, it is much more informative than this short article.  I once did a long report on it with names, professions and dates of disappearance.  I gave it to a friend and I don’t know what he did with it. - P. Urial




Thursday, November 29, 2012



ERIC PEARL, THE HEALER


Why Me?


If I were sitting on a cloud scouring the planet for just the right person upon whom I could bestow one of the rarest and most sought-after gifts in the Universe, I don’t know whether I would have reached through the etherium, pointed my finger through the vast multitudes of people – the shepherds, the shopkeepers, the righteous and the self-righteous – and said “Him! That’s the one. Give it to him.”
Now maybe it didn’t happen quite that way, but that’s the way it feels. Except when it doesn’t. I mean, except when someone else comes up with an entirely different and convincingly plausible explanation. “Oh, no,” some well-meaning person may exclaim, incredulous at my obvious lack of understanding of how the Universe works, “you’ve clearly done this before in your past lives.” Now what I want to know is this: how is it that they’re so privy to my past lives when I’m still trying to figure this one out?
I mean, let’s be real. I’d spent twelve years building one of the, if not the largest chiropractic practices in Los Angeles. I had three homes, a Mercedes, two dogs and two cats. All would have seemed perfect if I hadn’t mishandled my money and my alcohol sufficiently as to bring my six-year relationship to an end, an event that left me virtually unable to put one foot in front of the other for three days. Prozac helped that. It helped that a lot.
Six months later I’m visiting Venice Beach, California with my assistant, who insists that I get my cards read by a reader on the beach. “I don’t want to get my cards read by some reader on the beach,” I responded with absolute conviction. If a reader were all that wonderful, people would come to her; she wouldn’t be dragging a card table, tablecloth, chairs and accouterments to an overcrowded beach sidewalk where she could proceed to flag down unsuspecting tourists to foist her version of their futures upon them, expecting them to pay for the privilege.
“I met her at a party and told her we’d be here. I’d be very embarrassed if we didn’t get a reading, ” she responded on a dime, adding that the woman has both $20 and $10 dollar readings. One look into my assistant’s eyes told me that further protest would prove useless. “Fine,” I grumbled, reaching for a ten-dollar bill, knowing that was fully half the money we had left to spend on lunch. I marched dutifully over to the woman, sat down in her folding chair, gave her ten dollars and thought about how hungry I was already.
In exchange for my money, I received a very nice yet unremarkable present-time reading and enjoyed being called “Bubelah” by this endearing Jewish gypsy. Almost as an afterthought she said to me, “There’s very special work that I do through the use of axiatonal lines. It reconnects your body’s meridian lines to the grid lines on the planet that connect us to the stars and other planets.” She told me that she was able to do this work and that, as a healer, it was something that I needed. She also told me I could read about it in a book called The Book of Knowledge: The Keys of Enoch. It sounded quite interesting so I asked the question: “How much?” She said, “Three hundred thirty three dollars.” I said, “No, thank you.”
This is the kind of stuff you’re warned about on evening news shows. I can hear the news blurb now, “Jewish gypsy on Venice Beach takes $333 from unsuspecting chiropractor.” My picture with the word “Sucker” under it flashes across the screen. ” … convinces doctor to pay her an additional $150 a month for life to burn candles for his protection.” I feel humiliated for even having considered it. So, my assistant and I left and creatively went about constructing a ten-dollar lunch for two.
You’d think this would have been the end of it, but the mind works in mysterious ways. I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. I found myself taking the last few minutes of a lunch break to go to the Bodhi Tree Bookstore attempting to quickly read through Chapter 3.1.7. of The Book of Knowledge: The Keys of Enoch. This chapter discusses these axiatonal lines. The biggest lesson that day was that if ever a book were created that could not be quickly read through, this was that book. But I had read enough. This was going to haunt me until I gave in. I cracked open my cookie jar.
The work is done in two days, two days apart. Day one, I gave her my money, lay there on her table and listened to my mind jabber, ‘This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. I can’t believe I gave $333 to a perfect stranger so she could draw lines on my body with her fingertips.’ As I lie there thinking of all the good uses this money could’ve been put toward, a sudden surge of insight came over me as I heard myself think, ‘Well, you’ve already gave her the money. You may as well cut the negative chatter and be open to receiving whatever there is to receive.’ So I lay there quietly, ready and open. I experienced nothing. Absolutely nothing. I, however, seemed to be the only person in the room who knew that. But I paid for both sessions, and therefore I was coming back on Sunday for part two. The strangest thing happened that night, however. About an hour after I’d gone to sleep, the lamp next to my bed – a lamp that I’d had for ten years – turned itself on, and I woke up to the very real sensation that there were people in my home. I searched the house with my Doberman, a carving knife and a can of pepper spray but found no one. I went back to bed with the most uncanny feeling that I was not alone, that I was being watched.
To the eye, day two started out pretty much the same as day one. However, it soon became apparent that it was to be anything but. My legs didn’t want to stay still. They had that “crazy leg” feeling that strikes every once in a blue moon in the middle of the night. Soon that sensation took over the rest of my body, interspersed with almost unbearable chills. It was all I could do to lie still on the table. Much as I wanted to jump up and down and shake the sensation out of every cell in my body, I didn’t dare move. Why? Because I paid my $333 and I was going to get my money’s worth out of this. That’s why. Soon it was over. It was an oppressively hot August day and we were in a non-air-conditioned apartment.  I was chilled near frozen, my teeth chattering as this woman rushed to wrap me in a blanket where I remained for five minutes until my body temperature returned to normal.
I was now different. I don’t understand what happened, nor could I possibly attempt to explain it, yet I was no longer the person I was four days before. I drifted into my car, which somehow knew the way home.
I don’t remember the rest of that day. I couldn’t tell you for certain if the rest of the day even took place. All I do know is that the following morning found me at work. And the odyssey begins.
It had been my practice to have my patients lie on the table with their eyes closed for 30 to 60 seconds following their adjustments to relax, and to allow their adjustments to set. On this particular Monday, seven of my patients, some who had been with me for almost twelve years, and one who was seeing me for a first visit, chose this day to ask me if I had been walking around the table as they lay there. Some asked if anyone else had come into the room because it felt as if several people were standing or walking around the table. Three said it felt as if people were running around the table, and two sheepishly confided that it seemed as if people were flying around the table.
I’d been a chiropractor for about twelve years and no one had ever expressed anything like this before. Now seven people had said this to me on the same day. Something was up. Interspersed between my patients, I was fielding other observations from my employees: “You look so different! Your voice sounds so different! What happened to you over the weekend?” I certainly wasn’t going to tell them. “Oh, nothing," I replied, wondering myself what exactly had taken place over the weekend.
My patients were reporting that they could feel where my hands were before I touched them. They could feel my hands when they were inches to feet away from their bodies. It became a game to see how accurately they could locate my hands. Yet it became more than a game as people started receiving healings. At first the healings seemed minor: aches, pains and the like. As patients would come in ostensibly for chiropractic, I would adjust them, then tell them to close their eyes and lie there until I told them to open them again. While their eyes were closed, I would pass my hands over the patients for a moment or two. When they got up and the pain was gone, they asked me what I had done. “Nothing. And don’t tell anyone,” became my standard reply. This directive was about as effective as Nancy Reagan’s “Just Say No” approach to drugs.
Soon people were coming in from all over for these healings and I had no idea what was going on. Sure, I checked in regularly with the woman who had reconnected me via the axiatonal lines. “It must have come from something that was already in you. Maybe it had to do with your mother’s near death experience at the time of your birth,” she said, adding “I don’t know of anyone who ever responded like this. It’s fascinating.” Fascinating. Apparently, fascinating meant that I was on my own.

A quest arises.

November finds me in the office of a world-renowned psychic.

Out of breath, lost, and 30 minutes late (as usual), I rush in, plop down on his chair and pretend not to notice “the glare”. You know, that look mastered by the anally retentive, terminally prompt; the one that causes you to flash back on every lecture you’ve ever received about being on time and to simultaneously question your value as a human being based upon the perceived enormity of this single, yet questionable, flaw. I was certain that on his days off he was petitioning Congress to bring back the use of the word tardy in the public school system. This reading was shot, I was sure.
He spread his cards in a very businesslike fashion, carefully not showing a hint of warmth or compassion on his face. He looked at the cards, then looked me straight in the eyes with a slightly quizzical expression or a scowl and asked, “What is it that you do?” Now, I don’t know about you, but at $100 an hour, I was thinking, ‘You’re the psychic. You tell me.’ I refrained from verbalizing my thoughts. “I’m a chiropractor,” I said matter-of-factly, being careful not to give out too much information that might color my reading. (I didn’t even tell him my last name when I scheduled the appointment.) “Oh, no. It’s much more than that,” he said. “Something comes out through your hands and people receive healings. You will be on television,” he continued, “and people will be coming from all over the country to see you.” This was the last thing that I had expected to hear from this man. Then he told me I would be writing books. “Let me tell you something,” I shot back with a knowing smile, “if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that I won’t be writing any books.”
Books and I never got along. By this point in my life I had maybe read two books, and one of them I was still coloring. But life was to bring more changes. Psychics, healers, and channelers found me. From all over the country they would come, telling me that they were told in their meditations to work on me – and refusing any monetary compensation in return. My love affair with alcohol cooled down to a casual friendship: one and a half glasses of wine with dinner, occasionally. No one was more surprised than I.
The strangest was yet to come: My addiction to television came to an abrupt halt. It was replaced by, dare I say it, books. I couldn’t read enough: Eastern philosophy, life after death, channeled information, and even UFO experiences. I looked at, listened to and read everything, everywhere.
At night, I would lie down to go to sleep, and my legs would vibrate. My hands felt as if they were constantly “on”. The bones of my skull would also vibrate and my ears would buzz. Later on, tones would come to me, and on rare occasion what sounded like voices in choir.
That’s it. I’ve lost my sanity. I was certain now. Everyone knows that when you lose your sanity, you start hearing voices. Mine were singing. In choir yet. I couldn’t have had a little light humming, a faint vocalist or even a small chorale group. No, I get a whole choir.
And what about my patients? They were seeing colors: beautiful, exquisite blues, greens, purples, golds and white. And although they were able to recognize these colors, they told me that they had never seen these particular manifestations before. Their beauty is beyond that which we know. I am told by my patients who are in television and film that not only do these colors not exist as we know color here on earth, but even using all their sources and technologies that we have today, it would not be possible to reproduce them.
And, yes, patients saw angels. Now angels are a popular thing to experience, so in the beginning I didn’t pay that much attention to the angel stories until people began describing the same stories: the same angels, the same messages, the same names. We’re not talking common angel names like Michael or Ariel, neither are we talking Moses or Buddha, although a lot of people do say that they see Jesus. We’re talking names like Parsillia and George. George appears to children and others who might be unnerved by the thought of seeing an angel. You see, George appears first as a small multi-colored parrot. Then, as it is regularly explained to me, suddenly he isn’t a parrot at all, suddenly he just becomes your friend. George has been known to appear to people later during times of stress.
The first person to see George was an 11-year-old girl named Jamie. She and her mother flew in from New Jersey because she had scoliosis of the spine, quite noticeably disfiguring the body of this unusually bright and otherwise very attractive girl. When Jamie came out of her session, she said to her mother and me, “I just saw this tiny little multicolored parrot. And he told me his name was George. And then he wasn’t a parrot at all. He wasn’t even a life-form.” Life form: now there’s a word for an eleven year-old. “Then, he just became my friend.”
Within the next two to three months, several George sightings were reported to me by other patients, none of whom knew of George, because, as with all of the angels, I keep the names and descriptions in confidence so as not to influence other people’s experiences. (Even in this writing I’ve changed the names of George and Parsillia to protect the purely innocent.)
Jamie’s spine was mostly, though not completely, corrected by her third session, after which she returned to New Jersey. I’ve spoken with her several times since. She appears to be doing fine. And, every once in a while, she still hears from George.
Parsillia, on the other hand, comes with specific messages. First, she often lets you know that you will be healed. Following that, she tells you that, if you are healed, you are to go on television and “spread the word”. I guess she would be called our Angel of Public Relations.
The first person to see Parsillia was a woman from Oregon named Michele. Michele had seen me during an NBC interview on one of my earlier talk show appearances. At the time she weighed all of 87 pounds. She had Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and fibromyalgia. She had no appetite and it hurt her just to swallow. She was unable to get up from a chair to make it into the bathroom by herself. To make her pain somewhat bearable, she would have to be carried from her bed and placed under a hot running shower up to four times each night. If she took her children on a one-hour drive to visit her mother, she would have to stay there, in bed, for three days before she was able to make the drive home. She was obviously unable to hold down a full time job. And her six-year-old would have to make dinner for his three year-old brother: peanut butter sandwiches.
Michele, like most of my patients, had never seen an angel or heard voices before. It took her three days before she was able to get the angel’s name. Parsillia told her that she would be healed and that she was to spread the word via television. Approximately one year later, she was a guest along with me on a different talk show. She was all smiles – and quite a few tears. Her weight is now normal, her complexion healthy, she holds down a full time job and exercises regularly. And oh yes, she cooks dinner for her family every evening. No more peanut butter sandwiches.
Another visitor patients see is a man with white hair, a white moustache and a white coat. Other times, he appears in a robe with his head covered.
Debbie, a Southern California mother of three, was the first to see this angel (whose name we don’t know). She was diagnosed in March of 1995 with terminal pancreatic cancer, the same cancer that took the life of actor Michael Landon. She was told she had maybe two months to live. Her experiences included being elevated out of her body, traveling through a tunnel, seeing flecks of turquoise and blue light and ultimately being embraced by white light. Debbie experienced the white haired man in both forms. The first time she encountered him he was wearing his robe and head covering. He touched her wrist sending a surge of energy coursing through her body. He then bowed and walked away, leaving her in the presence of a very bright yet unusually welcoming light. Tears filled her eyes. She next found herself in a tunnel traveling through the galaxy, feeling “stuff” leaving her body through both her feet and her head.
By Debbie’s second or third session, her previously inoperable tumor was 80 percent gone. Approximately eight months later, her doctors felt she was a candidate for surgery to remove the remaining 20 percent. Just prior to her appointed surgery date, she returned for another of our sessions. A day-and-a-half later she went to the hospital in anticipation of her surgery. After some tests, however, she was sent home. No surgery. Apparently, in the day-and-a-half since our session her tumor had vanished completely. Nothing remained but scar tissue.
As an interesting side-note, Debbie came back for another session in November. During her session she felt water droplets landing on the right side of her face. Following that, the man with the white hair and mustache reappeared, this time wearing his long white coat, which was blowing behind him in the wind. Then he simply blew away.
Patients also commonly see a circle of doctors wearing white coats, conferring and guiding the healings. They can be seen talking in the circle, yet they can’t be heard. Another regular is a young Native American girl who places a leather band with shiny, square ornaments on your forehead. Often times a Native American male also comes and stands in the room. (We are not yet sure whether he’s a chief or a shaman.) Another visitor is a very tall, handsome angel, usually described as eight, nine or ten feet tall with huge, densely feathered white wings in scalloped rows. I am told that he stands behind with his arms around my waist, peering over my right shoulder, silently guiding my hands. Many of these angels seem to have their own specific scents: flowers, incense, and herbs – in particular, rosemary.
Then came Jered. Jered was four when his mother first brought him in. With braces on his knees that would no longer hold him up, his eyes simultaneously looked in two different directions yet were able to focus on nothing. Words no longer came from his mouth, and in the void was only the endless flow of saliva. Jered’s light had been reduced to a vacant expression which showed barely a glimmer of the beautiful being that once dwelt within.
Jered had been losing the myelin coating of his brain where nerve impulses travel. He had been suffering approximately fifty grand mal seizures per day. Medication reduced the seizures to approximately 16 a day. As he lay there on the table, motionless and almost without expression, his mother explained that over the past year she had helplessly watched his rapid deterioration. By the time of her first visit, she found herself left not with the child she once knew, but with what she could only describe as an “amoeba”.
During Jered’s first session, whenever my hand would approach the left side of his head, he would sense its presence and reach for it. “Look, he knows where your hand is. He’s reaching. He never does that,” his mother pointed out with hopeful surprise. “That’s where the myelin is missing,” she added. Jered became so active that by the end of that session his mother had to sit by him on the table, lightly holding his hands, placatingly singing children’s songs as only a mother can. Their favorite was “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”. The day of Jered’s first session, these physically violent seizures stopped. Completely.
Jered’s second session found him grasping at doorknobs and beginning to turn them. His vision improved, he was now able to focus on objects. On his way out of our office, he pointed to a floral arrangement in our reception area: “Flowers,” he said smiling. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.
That night, Jered was discovered reciting the letters of the alphabet with Vanna White while watching Wheel of Fortune. And before he went to sleep, this formerly speechless cherub looked up towards his mother and said “Mommy sing to me.” Five weeks later, Jered was back at school. On the playground. Catching balls.
Did Jered see an angel? He never said so, but I know that he did. This one drove him one hour to and from his appointments, sat by him on the table, lightly held his hands and lovingly sang to him “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” as only an angel can.
It turns out that I had to go inside to find most of my answers. My two main concerns were, one, that I couldn’t predict what someone’s response would be and therefore could make promises to no one, and, two, that I would have unpredictable highs and lows in the energies that would last anywhere from three days to three weeks.
I had always been an in-charge type of person who could accomplish whatever I set my mind to. While others took a wait-and-see attitude, I preferred to dominate, manipulate and control situational outcomes. Obstacles that seemed invincible to others were invisible to me, so I would charge ahead and get things done. The most galling expression on earth to someone like me was, “If it’s meant to be, it will be.” Meant to be, schmeant to be. If I want it to happen, I’ll make it happen, and don’t any of you namby-pamby fatalists get in my way. So, imagine my surprise when the realization dawned on me that for these healings to really accelerate, I had to get out of the way and quit directing, to step back and let a higher power guide. Who’s saying this? I thought. It can’t be me.
But it was true. Not only did the energy know where to go and what to do without the slightest instruction from me; the more I got my attention out of the picture the more powerful the response. Some of the greatest healings occurred when I was thinking about my grocery list. The audacity!
Receive, don’t send.
Who said that? I asked, searching the inner recesses of my head as if I could really see something in there. You’ve got the wrong person here for that kind of advice. My ego was still recovering from “get out of the way and let a higher power guide.” How am I going to get these healings through to these people if I don’t send them?
Receive, don’t send.
I heard you the first time. Now answer my question, I mentally retorted.
Silence.
(Silence can really irk me sometimes.)
I went in to see the next patient. Hoping that I wasn’t doing her a disservice and grateful that she couldn’t read the hesitation and uncertainty of concept in my mind, I began, palms open, at her feet. I received from the patient through my hands. I received from the heavens through the top of my head. It was loving, it was humbling, and it was confusing. It felt awkward. And then I saw the patient begin to respond. And it felt right.
At that point I truly embraced the concept that I had been espousing, yet not fully understanding all along: I am not the healer, only God is the healer, and for some reason, whether I’m a catalyst or a vessel, an amplifier or intensifier, pick your own word, I’m invited into the room.
The session was over. The patient had seen the same spectacular colors and heard the same exquisite tones that the other patients see and hear. She too had seen two of the angels frequently described to me as being present during the healing process. Her problem, a mixture of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, fibromyalgia, and colitis, was to be gone after this session. Although not immediately life threatening, it had been ruling her life for the past eight years. She got up from the table and said, “Thank you!”
I replied, “Don’t thank me. I didn’t do it.” She said, “Well of course you did,” not understanding. “It wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t hold your hands over me.”
I thought, maybe that person sitting up there on that cloud didn’t make such a mistake after all. Maybe I was selected for this gift because I don’t wear robes and turbans, because I don’t hang tapestries and burn incense, because I don’t walk around barefoot eating bowls of dirt with chopsticks. Maybe it’s because I’m accessible and speak in relatively plain terms. Or maybe it’s because of my ability to come up with silly little ways of explaining things that I’m only beginning to grasp myself.
“It’s like this,” I explained, searching for an easily comprehensible analogy for a young girl whose concept of spiritual synchronicity was that Melrose Place was both the name of the street where my LA office had been located and that of her favorite TV show. “It’s as if you’ve just had a wonderful chocolate malted…and you’re thanking the straw.”
She laughed.
I think we both got it.