SOMEONE, NO POINT IN SAYING WHO, wrote a message to me two or three days ago, about the ExtraTerrestial chapter that I put on the website.
She wrote and said that the ETs would enjoy the chance to talk with me. My Ferret Chronicle books taught me to be courteous to practically anyone. “That’s a kind thought,” I wrote back to her. “I’d like to talk with them, too. Would you care to tell me who they are?”
She did, next message. She said that she had a recent connection to the Sirian B extraterrestials, the Arcturians, and Pleiadians and that she has spoken for years with angelic and some spirit guides, too. She’s a lightworker. She mentioned that she was connected with a group called the Ascension Alliance. She’s a medium (of course), she listens to them and translates their thoughts into to our language.
What would you have done, with an email like this? Yes. I did, that too. I went on the Internet to read about the Ascension Alliance, and found that they’re a religious group, there are rites and an organization of apparently wise people, they wear white robes…
So reading this, I replied that I appreciated her messages, but I have a little problem with religious organizations, and I would not be talking with the AA, that she must have mistranslated the name they said, but it wasn’t me.
Kind as I could be, I thought that was the end of the correspondence. Except on the next mail she said, “I think your Internet research connection switched to a different organization. The AA is not a religious group. They are simply ETs and spiritual beings who care about us.”
So I wrote back, said something of the principles that I value: not only that the most powerful, but the only reality is Love, I said. Everything else, this world of space-time and every other one designed on limits is an illusion, a dream that we come to from our after-world illusion, when we feel like testing our certainty of Love no matter what images dance before us. We’ll see injustice and death and deliberate lies planned to enrich some people, we’ll see joy and laughter and love there, too.
I’m afraid I went on for a while, since these ideas do not often make sense to others who believe that the power is God, not Love, and that this world has a lot of uncomfortable reality on it, and a lot of things we don’t understand.
That should have chased her away. But you know what she did. The next message in my mailbox, it was her again. “That’s why the ETs want to talk with you. They’ve been watching you for years, and now it’s time to talk.”
So I asked her how I talk with them. Would she be the interpreter?
No, she said, next message. There was a place that I could imagine when I was meditating from a quiet gentle frame of mind. I was to go there, and see what would happen. That was it.
I simply had to put my new book down for a while and try this. OK, I thought. I can do this.
So before I went to sleep, I relaxed my body, relaxed my mind, felt free of the chains of this world. Body asleep, mind alert, I imagined moving to where she had said to be.
There they were. I don’t remember their faces, just the same as a Near Death Experience – we see others, but most often not clearly. Instead of thinking that they would be doing something with me, I asked them a few questions:
“Why are you all here on our planet? What do you want from us?”
They didn’t use words, which is common through all the books about them I’ve read, and about spirits. They use telepathy which I hear as ideas in good English.
“We’re here because we’re your family!”
I have a small recognition of family, as we’re a kind of family, here on this website. But the family includes angels and guides and ETs from light-years away? That was a startlement, and it made perfect sense the second I heard it. It still makes sense to me now. I love the idea of an exoplanetary family.
“If you’re spiritual beings, though,” I said, “why do the ETs use spaceships and UFOs, to reach us? Why do you appear and disappear in some fifth dimension, where we can’t follow?”
“Of course you can follow,” they said, “you will when you learn to do it. You’re a young culture, and if you don’t blow your beautiful planet into tiny little pieces, you’ll learn to do a lot more than fifth dimension travel.
“Why do we use UFO’s? Because we need you to become interested, become curious about us. Have you noticed how often you hear stories about us these days, when fifty years ago there was nothing? Have you noticed that no matter how the governments say we don’t exist, that we do, anyway?” There was a quiet for a minute while I thought about that.
“You know, don’t you, that if we wanted to destroy you, at least some of us would have done that thousands of years ago. But we don’t care for destroying things. We love your curiosity, your creativity, the wonder of your imaginations. Even though some of you are frightened of us, you don’t need to be.” Another silence.
“We’re concerned with the everpresent wars that your leaders are beginning now and that your children obey. Bigger wars, lasting not against a defined enemy, but against empty words: terrorism, religions, imagined destroyers. Just one nuclear mistake, and you’ll be gone, with your art and sciences and part of our family in this belief of space and time. Of course your spirits cannot die any more than we can, you’ll appear as other creatures on other planets for a while, till you discover you don’t need the limits of physical bodies.
“But perhaps we could make one simple introduction soon…a thousand ET spaceships, as you once said, hovering over every capital cities of your planet. We wouldn’t do anything, destroy anything, hurt anyone. We’d just be there, and hope you’d realize that your family is spread across the stars, and welcomes you to reach up and meet us.”
All these words, please forgive me, but they said that in just a second and I had to write it down in American English.
They let me play with bi-locating, which was a lot easier than I thought it would be. Impossible for me now, of course, but when I was there, I could be flying a saucer way overhead, yet still be standing in the midst of them…it was easy.
Then my time with them was over. I needed to spend hours thinking about this. I’m still thinking about it.
Was the meeting with the angels (who said nothing) and ETs (who said all this) a dream?
It didn’t feel like a dream. I was resting in bed, my body unmoving, but my mind as alert as it is when I’m flying.
Am I crazy? No more than usual.
I’ll probably try to reach them again. What matters now, is this: Does this little adventure mean anything to you? Did they reach me because it was a way they could reach you?
I have no idea.