I was 5 years old when I would explore into the sandstone rocks in the hills above my house. Around this time I made a tea set (tea pot, cups and plates) from sandstone and clay mixture of dusty dirt. I noticed something unusual about the dust when it was sprinkling one day. I could roll it into a ball after rain drops hit the crumbled sandstone and it held together nicely. I collected white, gold, orange, red and a little purple crumbled sandstone/clay mix into my pockets making three trips to collect enough to make my tea set. When I finished I could put water in the cups after they dried but I couldn’t figure out how to make a hole in the curved spout of the tea pot. I invited mom in to my playhouse for tea (actually water) but told her we’d have to pretend that the tea came out the spout. I had a normal upbringing and like any child was curious about the world around me.
It was around this same time that 20 plus men (including my dad) searched for me combing as much area as they could of the reservation. They couldn’t find a trace of me for two consecutive days. I am not an exception to the rule. There are millions worldwide that have had experiences with off-world Beings. Many only remember bits and pieces’ of what they experienced. Many do not wind up meeting friendly off-world Beings. Almost all who have had positive experiences find they don’t feel they belong here that they in fact are originally from off-world; this may be the reason for their ‘contact’ in the first place. This brings into issue what some mainstream religions teach us about only having one life and may be a major factor (among other power issues) in the disclosure quagmire. Contact, abductions and sighting experiences are more common than the average person realizes. My only exception was that I was fully-conscious during my experiences and remembered them without hypnosis.
I remember this time being around the 2nd or 3rd day after school let out for the summer, sometime in Mid May of 1964. I went outside looking for friends I played with and found them gathered in a group. When I asked them if they wanted to play two said ‘We’ll catch up to you later. I told them I would be over by the grassy hill we liked to roll down and ran that direction. When I got to the spot I laid on my back and enjoyed the warmth of the sun. I remember the sun making me feel a bit sleepy and thought what a great place to take a nap. I looked off to see if my friends were coming to join me but didn’t see them. I looked a little while later and they still weren’t joining so I started to doze off. Before actually sleeping a very familiar voice says to me Is anyone looking? I come to a bit, I looked around and couldn’t see who was saying that but knew the voice. Still laying down I looked around and didn’t see anyone saying Nope there’s no one looking. I am just answering back like I am talking to an old friend and I don’t even QUESTION why I can’t see WHO is talking .
Then… He says to me, I need your help. I told him that I am only five years old and I am a girl. Why would you need my help? Again I am not even questioning a voice that I know well but cannot see who is talking. I ask him what kind of help does he need? He says I don’t want them to annihilate each other. I try to pronounce annih-lalala. . . . . then asked what does that mean? I don’t want them to destroy each other. I still didn’t know what he meant. This time instead of talking he shows me images / pictures in my mind of different views of rockets flying through the air and exploding. Some would be launched then come right back down nose first or on its side exploding. The next visual image was of a big orange mushroom cloud. He says in a slightly worried voice that he doesn’t have anyone else to help him that he can trust. I told him he can count on me. There are a few moments where no mental images are shown then he speaks again interfacing intuitively Ok, n-o-w is there anyone around? Look real careful. . . ” So I look around the area carefully which was wide open grassy space and say, nope I don’t see anyone.
In the few seconds it took for me to answer him I was inside his ship. I am familiar with this ship and very comfortable. I didn’t know at the time WHY it looked familiar. I look to my left and asked How have you been? He smiles brightly and says Very good. . . but right now we need to get going we have a few places to be. The first thing he does is tell me he has to SET THE DIAL first. That’s when He turned a large dial with tiny lines around its circumference on a creamy-yellow unit that looked quite different than all the other equipment. He has me sit on the edge of a cot in a small room right next to the machine. The first place we go to is flat land for as far as you can see: it just looks like brown dirt without a tree or a bush or anything.
We are flying around looking down at the area. It is so flat nothing really stands out to tell where I am. For some strange reason I thought it was a remote area of England but I had never been to the UK, so why was I thinking England? It just looks like endless farmland: no plants or animals just some unidentifiable large body of water off in the distance. When I ask him where we are he tells me it’s farmland (or used to be) but He called it open range. At that age I wouldn’t have known the difference. He doesn’t tell me where we are exactly.
Next thing I notice as we circle in the air is a rocket off in the distance and at that time there was only one building ANYWHERE out there. As we get closer to the building that was closer to the rocket than we were ~ there was a sign that is on the right side of an entrance road (in picture below.) His ship was just about 6 feet above the entrance road and we moved slowly getting closer to the launch pad. As we pass the sign I can’t read it. He stops backs up a few feet then says in a mocking tough guy voice, PRO-HIB-I-TED-DO-NOT-DE-VI-ATE-FROM-ROAD with a sort of I-mean-business look on his face. We both broke out laughing. We continue moving slowly along this road but we are above the road kind of like we are pretending to be a car driving very slowly; so they don’t sense us coming in towards the launch area.
I can only see out the right side of the ship as I lean my shoulder into the right side window the sun is warming the window and me. Now I can see from a front view as he opens the windshield cover there is a chain-link fence in front of us and what looks like a tiny guardhouse on the left side of the road. There appears to be two gates to go through not that far apart from each other with say just enough room to fit a car in between both gates. I looked at him and asked how are we going to get in there if they have it guarded? He smiles That’s no problem watch. . . . I see through the window we go straight up slightly forward then back down the again, slightly forward then stop. You can see the rocket up ahead of us but now we are past the guardhouse and on the other side of the two chain-link gates. I started thinking this isn’t much protection for such a big rocket ? For some reason they cannot see us at all.
He then said We are going to have to leave the ship and go onto the launch-pad near the rocket and. . . just look official. He hands me a white outfit to put on. I hold it out at arms length and it looks to me like it belongs to a grown up. We step off into the dirt area off the left & right sides of the launch pad to change I don’t know where he got them from but He was ALWAYS prepared for each “event.” As I am on my side (of the launch pad) changing and He on his to change. I had let out a “ha!” sound after looking at the (giant to me) jumpsuit and start pulling it on over my clothes.
When we returned to the launch pad He takes something tiny metallic-blue mechanical device (would look to me now like a tiny remote) out of his pocket and presses a button on it. I can see he is moving the ship. The ship is invisible but we can still see it if you look real carefully and it looks kind of like he is staring at something that isn’t there (yet it is his ship) as he moves it up in the air above our heads; He then leaves His ship floating higher up in the air and a safe distance away from the launch pad (facing the rocket, to the rockets left;) while we stayed behind on the launch pad next to the rocket.
The next thing I notice after being out of the ship is a very loud hissing sound that’s constant and we can barely hear each other think above its noise. The air was filled with the smell of fuel of some kind and smelled of farmland but more precisely: manure. We interface telepathically and He says Okay remember move about, look official. . . He walks quickly around what appeared to be large silver vertical pipes and tubes (silver and black separately colored tubes/ pipes) around the base of the rocket. I look at our decidedly “flat” helpers a moment wondering where they came from. Stanger yet was when I tried to look them in the face I am looking right AT their faces and they were “undefined” is as best I can describe it. In a flash He steps back wearing a spaceman suit. I looked at him like hey I thought we were supposed to look official? He just smiles and says No time for that. . . We don’t want to be right next to this thing when it goes off. I start pacing and moving about more animated following his queues. In his head he’s saying “come on you have to SEE us! He’s a bit worried then says There is only a few more seconds! Just like that the constant hissing noise we heard since we arrived is slowly going away. He looks at me and says WE DID IT! He’s happy and I start to jump up and down because I am happy. . . . We have successfully gotten the launch cancelled. . . . a rocket that one day could do harm to others.
Quickly he says we have to get out of here. . . . they are coming downstairs and won’t take long before they are on us. I turned to my right as he said this and could see remotely (off to the only building back then) that they had to get to a door opposite their window view of the launch pad and come down stairs before they could head towards to us. If you are standing facing the rocket standing ON the launch pad, there was a two-story building to the left a distance away from the launch site. It was a strange looking building. This building with very large windows was on a corner of the building facing the launch pad but katty-corner to the launch pad view. Someone or something realized we didn’t work there or were not supposed to be there and started to gather looking through large windows right at us. They ran from the windows (away from us) to get down some stairs or elevator or something. His ship is to the left off in the distance from the rocket and waiting for us up in the air. We floated very slowly together at a 45 degree angle back to His ship.
Once in the ship He sits down in front of a panel with one large dial. He used the dial when we first left but now I want to know what he’s doing. I stood behind him looking. I knew He was “family” I just didn’t know what that meant. . . . at that time . Just above 60’s-cream-colored-yellow “machine” (which didn’t look like ANY other equipment) He is adjusting the large dial. Just above the dial is a 6-7 inch length 2 inch high rectangular window with silver colored face & letters and numbers that would change when he turned the large dial. I asked him what he was doing and He smiles, When you turn this (dial) it sets a date, time, latitude and longitude. as he has me look in the rectangle window he’s moving the dial and the numbers change going forward or backwards depending on which direction he turns the dial… with big eyes he says “Then you can go forward or backward in time.” At that time it didn’t occur to me how really special the machine was. I stand in one place but look around satisfied that we stopped [only postponing but stopped] their rocket from (eventually) hurting others. He is doing something with the dial and gets up out of his seat. He goes into a small room adjoining the area of this machine; it’s a very narrow small room only large enough to have a cot bed and enough room to walk past the cot. Opposite the cot was a wall that looked like small lockers.
[This following couple paragraphs are the main part of what I had forgotten for many years… in fact I had no recall till Feb. 2015. I wondered why I couldn’t remember tiny bits and pieces of the entire trip. Something very simple turned into needless fear, I know this now. At the time though I became so frightened at a change in His voice the tone: talking slower to me, coaxing me to lay down for the next part of the trip. I was paralyzed with fear even thinking about it. I had blanked out of my memory the cream colored yellow time machine and details of the next paragraph, for decades.]
We have gone into this very small adjoining room with a cot. He asks me if I will be comfortable enough for a short rest. I am too excited about how we got a missile launch cancelled. He tried being comforting, You have to sleep before we can go to the next place. I lay down and pull a blanket over me and He asks if it’s comfy? I nod and smile. . . now He moves closer like he’s going to tuck me in but instead he is slowly reaching for something that he is trying to keep me from seeing what he’s up to. In his hand is what looks like a silver metal baton or rod. Preoccupied for a few seconds I then turn to look to see he is raising this baton behind my head. As I catch him in the middle of the act I start thinking, Is he going to hit me with this? My voice raises in panic What are you doing? Indescribably frightened He tells me to close my eyes. I don’t want to close my eyes and I tell him he is scaring me.
He says in my head, Noooo, no. I never would want to scare you. He sits with me for a bit and while I feel a little more calm I am trying to hide how very scared I am. He explains to me that in order to get to the next place we are going I need to close my eyes. . . . so he can help me sleep. Now I sense that he needs to use the baton if I would just close my eyes first. Scared witless I am thinking This isn’t like him at all. I felt like He just was not telling me all the reasons why he’s trying to hide that he needs to put me to sleep. He was always open and clear about everything we did so trying to hide the reason why the baton was behind my head left me paralyzed with fear. I understand he just needs to get me to sleep so we can travel. I tried my best to I close my eyes. He assures me I am safe but then I open my eyes really fast and he’s raised the baton behind my head where I can’t see while looking at me smiling and for a split second I feel an electrical pulse like the baton is magnetized and stuck to the back of my head. I don’t remember going to sleep.
It seemed like only minutes later my eyes open and everything looks kind of hazy. I feel warm and sleepy. I can see he is sitting back at the creamy-yellow colored machine which goes back and forward in Time. I see part of the front window past his shoulder and it’s dark outside. I nod off again.
As I open my eyes again it’s not quite sunrise yet and he asks me how I slept? Really good I tell him. I did not though ~ remember the baton incident at all. I asked if it’s really morning as he says yes. . . but with a strange pause. I tell him my mom is gonna be looking for me. He assures me that mom is fine. I have never had reason not to trust Him. We moved from the small room with the cot into the front area of the ship with a large windshield. Below the (windshield) there is a long silver panel of buttons, dials and levers (I would call it the control panel.) I can see we are hovering above mountains dotted with mostly scrub bush. I think how much it feels looks like back home in California. He simply replied We are. I know it is Northern California I can tell by just the terrain.
I asked where’s the ocean? The ship goes upward turning and noses to my right a bit ~ then we could both see the ocean. As I remark that it is the most beautiful place of anywhere in the world. . . the ship turns and lowers back to the same height we were above the forestry trail. The trail is just below us about 8 to 10 feet. We are waiting for something but I didn’t ask what. I start to say something but He says, They are coming. I asked who. . . but we just quietly watch some people on the trail below us walking up the trail, where these men already have what looks like a big white camera “thingy” with other supplies scattered on the ground. There was a white or light colored cloth of some kind strung over the giant white camera. He tells me they are hauling more supplies. It looks like the stuff they’re hauling is covered by canvas that looks like a blend between brown & green.
We are so close to the trail you can see the grain in the fabric. The weather is sunny at times and then some clouds move in and darken the sky for a second or two then the sun shines again. I can see to my right in the direction of the ocean a large flat cloud or higher altitude fog about to block out the sun; it’s moving in from the South partly over the mountains, partly over the ocean. The two of us in His ship and the guys on the ground with the equipment and we’re all looking at the high altitude fog roll in. The sun rising is hitting the fog turning it the color of orange sherbet ~ the fog held a course moving very slowly due North.
I finally ask him what are we waiting for? He is kind of quiet but says You will see. Once the men below get to the big white camera looking thing (a Boston University Telescope loaner) he says, I do not like that (the scope crew) help others who want to annihilate this place. I looked at him feeling shocked and asked if I could spy on them to see what they are REALLY up to. He has a funny little grin on his face like I don’t know what he knows. He agrees to let me ‘spy on them’ but tells me to be very careful and if anything happens He will bring me back. He teleports me down to the forestry trail.
When I could feel my feet on the trail I looked down at my feet but it took a second or two before my feet showed up with the rest of me. I stood there a moment looking at my feet taking this all in. Seeing how the technology worked ~ partly invisible partly there ~ was energizing to me. Quickly realizing I need to hide now I crouch at the forestry trails edge next to the small arroyo (arroyo is basically at the base of and in front of the white camera and to camera’ left slightly.) I look for a place to spy on them and walk-crouch down into the arroyo and find a small bush to hide behind. One of the guys with the white camera (scope) immediately notices me and comes running my direction yelling, Hey little girl what are you doing there? Hey-HEY YOU! what are you doing. . . spying on us? Then he yells WHERE’S YOUR PARENTS!? And that’s when ‘he’ (see caption under photo, below) starts heading right for me. I look at him defiantly pretend I’m ignoring him and continue looking the direction of the other men. As he comes down into the arroyo heading towards me I look at him and stick my tongue out.
He’s yelling with his right arm outstretched towards me (like he could have grabbed me had he reached me. . ) trying to get down the side of the small arroyo off the opposite side of the forestry trail they brought the scope up on. Now (K. George) is huffing and puffing sweating and mad. At first all but one scope crew member comes over to ask what is happening as (George) yells It’s some damn kid; he is still yelling HEY you! as three of the crew stay near him, then two leave back to the scope and one skinny guy stays as (George) is getting closer to me.
In the meantime I am running the opposite direction toward the forestry trail to get back up from the arroyo. I interface telepathically saying Get me back up! He teleports me back and (George) is still gasping and yelling. One or two of the guys are asking Where’d she go? Back inside the cloaked ship we watch as (George) looks dumbfounded while we are RIGHT in front of them just above the forestry trail side. In His ship we are laughing hard. Kingston makes his way out of the arroyo, the skinny guy is still standing there (then whispers something inaudible to Kingston George) then K.George comments back inaudibly then they finally join the others. Kingston is still saying, Some parents THEY are. . . letting their kid run around the mountains! (I kid you not he then says) They are probably behind a bush drunk and fucking right now! I didn’t know what the f-word meant then but there was this shameful feeling filling us in the ship and we stopped laughing suddenly. My pilot looks at me with concern and my eyes well up with tears at what (Kingston) said about my parents.
My pilot was fixing something mechanical in front of him and mumbles something about how the BIG guy needs to calm down. I am still hurt. About this time He jumps up telepathically saying they are going to do it! He has a look of excitement on his face but also like he knew something I didn’t. He quickly puts what he was building into a cabinet moving around in the front of the ship really fast this way and that. He asks me to take a seat next to him. He says it might get a little rough so hold on tight.
I only blink and we go the direction of the ocean up into the orange sherbet colored fog and it gets a bit darker inside the ship. I believe that was because of the angle of the sun and the height of the fog. Up there it actually looked more like greyish orange-sherbet. I didn’t feel us move really and I was looking right through the window at what one moment was viewing mountains, the next the orange-grey fog above the ocean. We begin moving at a high rate of speed: you can feel your going slightly faster but do not realize HOW fast your going (inside the ship you cannot feel G-force you can just tell when you’re going faster. ) I am on my pilot’ right and he is smiling looking to my right just past me. I look to see what He’s looking at and through a small window I can see there is a rocket / or missile. We are almost right next to the rocket keeping up with its speed.
I started laughing thinking something like this is sooo much fun! All he says is this is where it gets rough. . . HOLD ON! There really wasn’t any chairs or edges on the ship to hold unto ~ but there was a very small railing towards the middle-back of the ship. I run over to it and I am holding on tight as I can. First when we tip at a severe angle my feet slip out from underneath me. I look to see if he saw me slip and he is firing a beam of light at the rocket. Then we move into severely tipped angle again. . . aiming and shooting his beam on the rocket. Now a third time the ship tips severely and he fires his beam. Another severe angle, tip downward and he fires His beam at the rocket a 4th time. I slipped a couple times in these severe angels losing my grip and slid the edge of my right arm down edge of the small railing landing on the floor. Worried I have hurt myself He rushes over to check on me. That’s when I turn my right arm upward to look at my forearm to my elbow, smile and told him I might get a bruise but I am okay.
Each time the ship swooped and dipped I would lose my right hand grip and the rail kept raking the inside of my right forearm. What seemed like only a minute after stopping. . . . my feet and legs start to feel really heavy: like cement. This feeling started moving from my feet up through my legs then about the time it starts making its way to my stomach I told him I think I need to lay down. I turn to go to the little room with the cot. He looks worried helping me to the cot but my legs are shaking and I feel like throwing up. As soon as I went to lay down I did. I kept get sick and he retrieved a white bucket for me. I feel embarrassed and tell him how sorry I am. He keeps checking on me to make sure I am ok. I ask him if He has any crackers but he said He didn’t. And even though He never complained I could tell the smell was making him want to be sick too.
I fell asleep for awhile. Then would wake and get sick again. I was still so excited about what we were doing but just wanted to feel better. I think it was all the dipping at severe angles back and forth at high speeds ~ but don’t know what caused me to be sick. I have never gotten sick flying in his ship since then. He gave me little sips of water but I tell him water is making me feel sick again. He looked at me smiling saying “well we don’t want that to happen!” I can’t help but laugh then that made me feel sick all over again. I felt sleepy and weak but didn’t sleep I just layed there. He’s right near me at the pale-yellow machine that goes forward and backwards in time. I ask him if he would come sit with me but I can just tell without words spoken the smell would make him sick too. He doesn’t say anything just looks at me with compassion. I told him I would just watch what he was doing from where I was.
He is making some calculations at the pale yellow machine and after some time he asks me if I am feeling strong enough to continue. I told him I was. He looks at me like he’s waiting for me to feel a bit better but so polite about it all. I know He wants to continue the journey but my stomach isn’t good yet. I nodded off but for how long I cannot say. When I woke he said your color looks much better asking Are you feeling better? I said yes thank god and He gave me a funny look.
[An aside: Years later there was something else. . . . something I felt physically and I couldn’t explain then nor now: there was something odd about the way my blood flowed in my body after moving at those speeds then stopping to angel severely. I still can’t explain it. It was like the cells in my blood separated in a funny way. We don’t normally feel the cells in our body; but at the height of the nausea I could feel them separating, cursing through my blood in a way I can’t even explain then nor now. . . I can see from the cot through the windshield of the ship and it’s dark outside; wonder if it’s past my regular bedtime.
He tells me he didn’t want to hurry me along but we needed to get going again. He wanted to make sure I was able to continue the trip. I am sitting up and feeling a bit better and as he’s standing at the creamy-yellow machine which has a ledge like a desk. I am sitting a few feet away on the edge of the cot. He has his arm reaching out towards the machine smiling at me saying You ready? I sure am! To a child it feels like the adventure of a lifetime. The ship is in the air but has been stopped for some time (because of being sick.) How does one describe the nearly indescribable? As I am looking through the windshield of His ship outside it went from black as night to the sun shinning in an instant. I looked at Him going WOW! how’d we do THAT? He looks down at the control panel then through the windshield without replying like we are driving to the store or something.
I get up from the cot to get a better view of the terrain below and I tell in an instant we are in a different country. I looked at him and then back to the countryside below us with a big lake and trees and cows wandering around and said Where is this Europe or something? Grinning ear-to-ear and looking away from me He replies You could say that. Kids can usually tell when adults aren’t telling the whole truth so I said Noooo, just tell me. . . where are we Europe? He says That was really a good guess ~ then we both burst into laughter. We are lowering really slow in a gradual circular motion. As we descend I move to another window to get better view and there is a group of cows gathering; they have huddled a distance away from the ship. Except for one cow. It was taking forever to move away from the spot He wanted to land at.
He and I are quietly looking at the trees and lake and beauty under a nice blue sky as we are still descending to the ground in circles. This one cow is taking its sweet time. I break the silence saying Come on cow get a move on. . . when I said that for some reason I say it outloud and my voice sounded really strange inside the ship; hoarse and kind of like I was in some kind of pressurization tank. I remember looking right at him as I realize this and he says in my head when you rest again that will all go away.
A few moments later a feeling comes over me that the cows are stressed out at the ship’ presence. I worried something on the ship was hurting them. I can sense this. I haven’t actually voiced this yet when he says They aren’t being hurt ~ they are going be just fine. The cows just don’t like the ship.
The cow is taking its sweet time but FINALLY moves out of the way so he can land. Apparently He had to land in a specific spot for this particular mission. I look out a window in another direction and I can see a car way off in the distance. I cannot tell if there is one or two people in the car men or women just a dark figure behind the steering wheel. Almost instantly the ships bio-metric components help me to have a remote view close-up: it is a woman in her car knitting. But I haven’t moved any closer to her; at age 5 I didn’t understand the ship’ bio-metric or bio-interactive components. The woman doesn’t see our ship nor ‘sense’ me staring at her which would nearly be the equivalent breathing down her neck, from my perspective. There was someone else standing outside the car a little ways away but I couldn’t be sure if they were together.
My pilot starts pulling back some shades of sorts on all the windows/ portholes and I can see from an almost panoramic view (the shades had no edges and virtually blended flush to the walls of the ship.) I move to an opposite window looking outside and a small family look like they are heading right in our directon. Inside He is digging around in hidden places for something and says, now where did I put that. . . . when I yell there are people coming! they are going to see us! He keeps looking through hidden / or recessed storage places and now in an overhead compartment and without even looking at me or seeming very concerned says They can’t see us. I let out a laugh at the idea of being invisible then look at the small family again. They are REALLY close to the ship: a father and a little girl that looks my same age. Walking up further behind them are a woman and another girl but I cant see them in full view because of a rise in the grass. The first girl (with dad) is sitting in the grass with her back to us and now I see her dad has a camera in his hand and he is facing us in the ship.
I panic and say The dad has a camera in his hand! He announces so of triumphantly There it is. . . . . . (what he had been digging for.) Not even panicked at what’s going on outside He says he’ll be right back. What seems like seconds later He walks back around the corner wearing a white spacesuit. He winks and smiles at me then puts the helmet on. He waves his hand once over an empty space of floor and wall and a door appears out of nowhere. Without looking at me He steps out unto the grass. He is already halfway between the ship and the girl seated with her back to us. I yell to him They will SEE you! and states in a matter-of-fact tone in my head ‘That is the idea.’ As he walks up behind her I watch wondering what he’s doing. Now I am waffling between laughing my butt off and saying Oh my God they are going to see him! Back and forth between these two emotions and I laugh so hard my abdomen hurt.
Now with a devil-may-care-but-I-don’t attitude he hyperextends his elbows (being more obvious he is THERE) with his hands on his waist standing right behind her. The girls father raises his camera to take pictures. Standing there a few short feet behind her hands on his waist and sticking his elbows way out I hear him say “What a nice day it is… (camera click sound) What a GRAND day for the park (second camera click sound) Isn’t it just a swell day today? (third camera click sound.) I am completely STUNNED laughing my you-know-what-off. The man, the girl seated, the mom and another girl standing never saw him or the ship. As I absorb all this from inside the ship ~ He is heading back. I am still laughing hard at this when he gets back in the ship He throws the helmet off, it bounces a couple times on the floor and neither one of us can stop laughing.
We stop laughing though. . . . . long enough to reflect quietly on the straightforward righteous message of the previous two events and He tells me I had a great time. I told him I had a great time too. I almost didn’t want to go home.
Then when I think of home a feeling of dread comes over me and it sinks in that I have been gone awhile but cannot tell HOW long. I say to Him I wonder if my mom is mad at me? His brow furrows. . . and he says, She’ll be FINE, smiling. He then says Well we better get you back then. At that very moment it sinks in that the girl he was standing behind sort of invisibly was around my age. I didn’t know what to make of that but I am in a ship and even though she is my age she wouldn’t understand why another girl her age has been flying around in a ship. I didn’t feel inside I was her age but I knew outside I was her age and at that moment I really didn’t know what to make of those feelings. He tells me the trip back would be long that maybe I should lay down for a rest.
[ Note: It is important to explain to readers ~ that it was no coincidence that He took me to the Solway Firth. The Solway Firth comprises part of the border between England and Scotland. According to a number of sources the Ministry of Defense had by 1999 fired more than 6,350 depleted uranium rounds into the Solway Firth from its testing range at Dundrennan Range. The adjacent Irish Sea is a carrier of radioactive pollution with Sellafield, a nuclear reprocessing and decommissioning site, close to Seascale village on the along the coast of the Irish Sea in Cumbria, England.
In 2007 an inquiry was launched into the removal of tissue from 65 dead nuclear plant workers some of which worked at Sellafield. It was alleged that the tissue had been removed without permission of relatives of the dead workers. At the same time The Observer revealed damning evidence that official documents showed that during the 1960s (Hello) volunteer workers at Sellafield had participated in secret Cold War experiments to assess the biological effect of exposure to radioactive substances, such as from ingesting caesium-134. A 1997 Ministry of Health report stated that children living close to Sellafield had twice as much plutonium in their teeth as children living a hundred miles away from Sellafield, Ltd. In a number of my following posts the kind readers here, will easily see this thread “weave a beautiful tapestry message to humanity” e.g. the nuclear issue and its long range health and environmental effects. Again, His appearance on the Solway Firth was NO COINCIDENCE. ]
And while MANY people around the world thought there was a definite connection between the Woomera Blue Streak UFO and the Solway Firth Spaceman. . . what the many did not know was that those two events were connected to the Vandenberg Atlas missile UFO incident. . . He bent and warped the fabric of space-time to make a point with Humanity on the use of these kinds of destructive weapons.]
Now back at the reservation. . . I woke up from what I thought was the best nap ever after falling asleep on the grassy hill. I was in the exact same spot on the grassy hill before all these events started. I was lay there for a few minutes just looking at the blue sky; felt like I had the best nap ever. About that time my childhood sweetheart and about 8 other other guys came running up to me yelling WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? and then he (childhood friend, “J.”) yells I DIDN’T THINK I WOULD EVER SEE YOU AGAIN ALIVE! They are all really angry at me. I am drowsy and don’t know why they are mad at me ~ after all I had just fallen off to sleep on the grass taking a nap. I look at them in disbelief their anger seems unwarranted. I point to the grass, tell them BEEN right. . . HERE. One of the guys I don’t recognize says in a mean voice No you weren’t. . We looked here already. He walked away in another direction but still looking at me apparently to go tell my dad I was found safe. Dad and another 15 men were looking along the Tongue river hoping they were going to find the worst.
I am wondering why they are mad at me. I think they are just being rude I snap back at them that I have been here the whole time. My childhood buddy yells That’s IMPOSSIBLE. . . we have looked in this same spot a number of times! I looked at them and said You COULDN’T HAVE and started sobbing; why are you MAD at ME?
Finally he yells at me like I have never heard and says “We have been looking all over the reservation for you for two days don’t you understand?” Someone took you didn’t they? You can tell me. . . . then I start crying more. It is now very clear to them that I am covering up for WHOEVER took me; their line of questioning was hedging on if someone had hurt me… and you know what they were implying. I get up from the grass and told them that I had run into friends earlier and asked them if they wanted to play but they said they would catch up to me later pointing in the direction they were last ~ so that proves I was right here the whole time.
My childhood friend came closer to look me in the eyes and says We ran into them too. THEY were the ones that told us to look here for you. We must have looked here I don’t know how many times! He’s walking in a circle as he says this. He tells me my dad and others who were looking for me along the (Tongue) river (thinking maybe I had accidentally fallen in) and unceremoniously walks off to tell my father. I just sat back on the grass unable to understand why they were so mad. Unable to remember having been anywhere else. And even as I started to remember some of what actually happened (within hours) being put back in the very same spot I was taken from ~ some of the experience I couldn’t remember so how could I explain that? They would probably think someone in their midst had threatened me to not talk after taking me; initially I honestly thought I had just taken a nap and was dreaming. But we don’t usually turn up missing if we are dreaming.
What was hard to wrap my head around even years later ~ was and is the fact that of the three different (above) “events” the official time span is between 5-6 months. I was gone not quite a full 48 hours. I asked myself for years how is that even possible? But now I know He was warping and bending the fabric of space-time. Travelling the moral high road sending an important message to humanity.
NOTE: The B&W photo (top, marked Exhibit #1) appears to be an original picture (either a still or film) of the era. This is the Woomera Blue Streak Missile landing pad, May 24th, 1964 in which ‘unidentified people in white were seen on camera milling about’ only moments before a test launch. This same B&W photo the two the off-world Being called our ‘helpers’ (foreground) look “decidedly flat;” if the one in foreground (R) turned completely side-view to the camera angle, he’d be flat as a pancake. The helper to the (L) foreground’ head is disproportionately small (look careful at all 4 at the launch pad.) High strangeness: for the two full days in his ship there wasn’t anyone else on the ship with us. I think the off-world (unnamed at this point) Being ‘created’ the helpers to draw more attention to the Launchpad.
I wish I had Bruce Macabee’ expertise to examine the B&W photo ‘Exhibit #1’ to A) Authenticate of course, that the photo / film still is original. B) with access to such equipment, bring up my face (left background) and have side-by-side comparisons to photos of me that year.
FURTHER EXPLANATION: As readers keep in mind. . . that while I gave consent to help this off-world Being make a point for the sake of humanity that nuclear weapons should be disarmed and consciously agreed to help before being taken up into His ship…. I was still only a 5 year old girl and (technically) an abductee-contactee.
The B&W photo marked Exhibit #2 is of the Blue Streak launch area and a possible UFO (UFO is on left with arrow pointing to it) has been debated over for decades. Amateurish debunkers have repeatedly said there was (and to this day) no UFO (where the arrow is pointing to) as well as government officials (from the UK’ MOD) stating unequivocally there was never any UFO that May 24th, 1964.
Many have covered the story through the years but I found something interesting at ufocasebook.com , Alyssa Braithwaite (2010) stated in a nutshell, “A mysterious object seen in film footage of British missile testing in the Australian desert in 1964 set off decades of conspiracy theories about evidence of a UFO in the outback. When UK television viewers in the 1960s watched BBC footage of an abandoned test of the Blue Streak missile at Woomera in South Australia (I did not know it was being filmed live; and deeply ‘sensed’ England and didn’t know why) ~ they were shocked by what appeared to be a flying saucer near the rocket launch pad. Many wrote to the Ministry of Defence (MOD) with their concerns, asking for an explanation. The plot thickened in 1996 when English documentary-maker Jenny Randles went to investigate the footage, only to discover the one canister containing the evidence was missing from the National Archives. Her resulting TV documentary, Tales of the Paranormal, was seen by an MP, John Fraser, who launched an inquiry into the incident and the missing footage. But (allegedly) newly released files from the MOD reveal far from being an unidentified flying object; the flying saucer was just a trick of the light. “When they actually looked at the papers back in 1964, British Pathe Film, who were actually there at the rocket launch and made the film, wrote in to the MOD and said, “yeah there was something on the film but it’s quite clear to us looking at it that it’s an internal camera fault, like a reflection in the lens,” said David Clarke, author of The UFO Files and a senior lecturer in journalism at Sheffield Hallam University. “It just looks as if it’s an object next to the rocket, but really it’s just a trick of the light (end of quote.)”
As I explained we ‘slowly moved up the road,’ toward the launch pad no one could see us. I would certainly think that the military would have stopped us (or at least tried to) if not for one thing: his ship was cloaked, in “stealth mode.”
Bob Lazar refers to this popularly known ‘stealth’ or often referred to term as “cloaked” (invisible) as “Maximum Distortion,” explained here: http://www.boblazar.com/
I also explained that after we got down unto the launch pad area, He pulled a tiny object out of his pocket pointed it at the ship (which first went cloaked) then raised the ship into the air off the launch pad and up to the left; He points a tiny “blue metal square object” in his hand at the ship,) the ship moved away a distance, for obvious safety reasons: Woomera was about to launch their (leaky) Blue Streak. Look at the photo (above) captioned Exhibit #2 again. The widest part of it is the saucer itself at an approximate 50 degree angle. To the bottom and top of the widest part (ship) and coming out of the saucer surface or attached to the saucer surface is a “circular conical shape” which could be (although I am not a propulsion scientist) a coronal discharge which happens when there is the presence of high voltage. [Bob Lazar speaks of a “coronal discharge off the bottom of a anti-gravity craft” that was tested for him to view how they work, while working for the Gov.@S4, and he explains this at 14:00 min. into video] Here:
When we initially entered the area of the launch pad we were going straight forward and when He lifted the ship with the “gadget” in hand the ship rose straight up as He guided it a distance away. A corona discharge can arc against nearby “objects” and I would assume that would include all the rocket fuel tubing feeding into the Blue Streak missile as well as the metal post that lifts the missile into an upright position. In fact everything there was metal, outside of a concrete platform and a few minor objects, most everything there presented a possible scenario of the coronal discharge “arcing” on something metal, making for a possible dangerous situation ~ and the likely reason why He moved his ship. Even cloaked his ship’ coronal discharge showed on the British Pathe Film’ footage.
Regardless of the fact that British Pathe Film and a Senior lecturer on Journalism are a far cry from experts.
I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT I HAVE NEVER HEARD OF ANYONE TRAVELING FROM MONTANA TO AUSTAILIA TO CALIFORNIA BACK TO AUSTRAILIA AND THEN RETURNED TO THEIR HOME IN MONTANA . . . FOR TWO DAYS ON THE LIGHT RELFECTION INSIDE OF A CAMERA.
Note: I would never want to give the impression that any of this is taken lightly or a laughing matter by me or off-world Beings that are trying to send a very grave and pertinent overall message to humanity. It is just that in midst of all this experience. . . . He showed a very human side of trying to lighten-up a tense moment with laughter and wry humor. I am not trying to make any biblical or religious reference per se, but when I ponder this humorous and “human” side I can’t help but think about the phrase “Created in our image” and given how very human he looks and sounds, his technology and the “message”. . . . hmmmmm. (More on the subject of “origins” in upcoming posts.)
NOTE: In my first experience three very significant UFO incidents happened that to this very day controversy surrounds. In my opinion two of the three (incidents) only appear to be controversial because: 1) Military / civilian evidence was stored improperly concerning the Blue Streak missile and UFO incident of 1964 (either by omission or commission) by sending the text / papers to one location (The British National Archives) while sending the film evidence to a completely different location and possible agency (a war museum?) 2) At Vandenberg base, California Military / civilian evidence was “confiscated” while witnesses to these events watched it being “confiscated” and then were told “It never happened” BUT not only did these events take place there was an abduction in progress. The third event, The Solway-Firth Man is a little less controversial in that shortly after this third event the Kodak company responsible for the type of film used had the film / negatives examined and determined the film of the Solway-Firth Man to not be faulty film and upon close examination the film was not altered or modified in anyway to create the image. This experience in 1964 occurred in exactly this sequence: 1)The Woomera UFO incident 1964; 2) the Vandenberg UFO incident 1964; 3) The Solway-Firth Man 1964.
When I use the term “arroyo” I simply mean GULLY but without any running water or water filled creek.
The area for the men manning the scope to walk on level ground was rather narrow and made a kind of a cul-de-sac along the edge of the arroyo. You could walk to the right side of the arroyo and the trail led downward or if you went to the left of the arroyo the trail / walking area narrowed to the point that it no longer was easy to walk along the (left) side of the arroyo. I notice that Kingston is taller and bigger than the rest of the men there. At some point Kingston George sees me and starts yelling, “Hey you.. what are you doing?” Kingston then starts walking to the left of the gully yelling really loudly HEY!…HEY! YOU!…What are you DOING spying on us? Kingston won’t consoled and keeps ranting for another 5-10 minutes about my parents… “They are probably DRUNKS!!”
At the time of this incident my dad was an enlisted Naval Intelligence Officer; Neither of my parents drank nor ever were drinkers. And unbeknownst to (Kingston) they were actively engaged in a search party back in S.E. Montana, looking for me. The search lasted two days (from the time of my disappearance) before I was ‘brought back to the exact spot from where I was taken from.’ At least twenty or more were involved in the two-day search for me. Again unbeknownst (George) my parents loved me very much and I was only out laying on a grassy hill near our house in Montana when it all started. In hindsight he seemed very ill-mannered to a child he didn’t know and probably had a propensity towards aggressive behavior given the way he acted to a stranger’ child. He is also a self-proclaimed debunker of the entire 1964 Vandenberg UFO incident, here is the link (@someone else’ blog quoting Kingston) on the 1964 Vandenberg “UFO” incident:
http://home.comcast.net/~tprinty/UFO/bigsur.htm
The only time (George, K.) actually published concerning his UFO skepticism was “outted” by the very reputable Robert Hastings, who for decades has extensively researched on UFO’s at strategic missile sites. Hastings has been attacked numerous times by (Kingston) and Hastings came back in a scathingly accurate and extensive report to counter (Kingston’) libelous accusations, here:
http://www.ufohastings.com/articles/deep-denial-or-disinformation
~ Blessings and Love to ALL Beings ~
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