Contact with space Beings is a
controversial topic, the general consensus falling
squarely into two opposing camps - believers and
non-believers - with little room for a question mark
between them. Now, in the year 2001, that question is a
mark that begs consideration.
I was born on June 30, 1934 in Armstrong, B.C. I
remember being taken back to pre-historic times while
still an infant in my crib. Later, during the war in
Europe I remember being taken over to the battlefields
where the cosmic Beings who escorted me demonstrated the
futility of war. Our town suffered the highest per
capita casualty rate in all of Canada and yet it
saddened me even more to hear adults glorying in words
I also took for granted other visitations until the
realization came that nobody else was "seeing" these
people! That is why, at age eight, when I was taken on
some kind of "ship" to a far away land following a
tonsillectomy gone awry I only tentatively told my
parents, then kept quiet about the experience.
My visitors ceased appearing and I lived a normal life
on the farm. Except for seeing a very strange light in
an out-building late one night which, by the time my dad
and brother investigated, was gone. And except for one
other occasion which puzzles me to this day. I vividly
remember when my playmates on a farm near Hullcar
Mountain returned to find me caught on a barbed wire
fence. That situation had an absolute unreal quality
about it. I did not want to talk to ANYBODY about what
took place because I couldn't explain the incident.
There is still a tiny scar on my right wrist as
The next mystery came a couple of weeks after my
marriage, when a Vancouver psychic said I was expecting
a baby boy whose conception was somehow VERY DIFFERENT.
It would be beyond my understanding at that stage of my
life, she said. She also disclosed that he would develop
a very serious disease. I blocked this out of my mind
until, at around age twenty, our first born son was
diagnosed with ankylosing spondylitis. It was not until
years later that the question of his unusual conception
came to light. A DREAM VOICE explained to me "Your first
husband was here. He came down from the Pleiades to see
his son." What husband? What son? I still wonder.
In 1955 I experienced missing time during my Vancouver
landladies grave side service. The following day when
people were talking it was embarrassing not to remember
We moved to North Surrey in 1956 and enjoyed a normal
life in a neighbourhood of young families. Two more sons
and a daughter were born, necessitating the purchase of
a larger house. In 1963 we came to live in North
Vancouver. It was here, in the spring of 1964 that my
questioning of the paranormal began in earnest.
In a dream I saw my brother-in-law Charlie building a
wooden cross. In complete astonishment I enquired, "What
on earth are you doing, Charlie?" He looked up at me and
said, "I'm only doing what has to be done." "In that
case I will help you" I replied. I kneeled down and held
the wood steady for him. While he, with hammer and
nails, made the cross secure. Word came six days later
from New Zealand that Charlie's 21- year old son Charles
had died instantly in a train accident. The cross was
That dream had a profound effect on me. It prompted me
to sincerely ask for some sign of a higher power. In so
doing I got much more than I, in my naiveté, had
I began having a whole series of "dream experiences"
which zoomed me into the heavens at incredible speed.
Some Beings allowed me to witness segments of Earth
history including, according to the VOICE, the sinking
of Atlantis. To say I was in awe is putting it mildly.
The sign(s) I had requested also manifested on a
physical level. About this time circular markings which
my doctor could not explain appeared on my abdomen. Some
years later I underwent a stunning experience at the
Lonsdale Rec Centre Pool. I felt a sudden "thud" in the
middle of my chest and just managed to reach poolside.
Result? Another circular marking. This one manifested as
discoloration whereas later circular marks on the inside
of my thighs and upper arms appeared more like red
low-grade burns, the skin eventually becoming slightly
rough before healing.
One evening some twenty years ago I rushed from the
kitchen to look out our back bedroom window. I was
startled to see a brilliant pulsating orange light which
"filled" our 33-foot yard. It lasted several seconds,
while I stood frozen on the spot wondering what it was.
This spring I discovered another woman in North
Vancouver had seen the same thing back then and had
never mentioned it to anyone until now.
During the 1980's I experienced tunnel dream excursions
into universal realms; journeys engineered by the Beings
of Light. Star #23 held some special significance, as
did an air-based military undertaking known as Operation
Maitland, which was spreading worldwide. A Science
Connection designed by a Mr. Sairman (AMOS) was also
underway. Someone named Duncan Doune (DUAN) was
assisting with spiritual work. At an experimental
station I made a promise in the name of Love (NORJAL) to
help with this material.
I was guided through many "dream" experiences in what I
call the "Other School". Astronomy, astrology, science,
art, music, language, medical practices, biology,
botany, mathematics, etc. were explored using diverse
Time, gravity, and the energy pattern of the 5th
Dimension were also addressed. As was creation, along
with the explanation; "We are here due to sexual
affinity." Laboratory tests, ovum selection and storage,
triple-hued children and people as a commodity were
central themes. For some reason I would be expected to
participate in a Council of Eight. All this was
occurring in connection with what is known as the Planet
of the Bulldog, which is a planet, named BOD in the Vega
There was too much to absorb, so I simply recorded and
dated the material.
Belief System Shaken
Early on a December morning in 1990 my belief in our
solid 3 - dimensional world was totally shaken. I was
walking home on a path through nearby Wagg Park here in
North Vancouver. Coming towards me was a slim young man
who snapped my picture - just like that! We exchanged
hellos as we passed one another, but when I turned
around to question his motive he had vanished into thin
Fear of the unknown caused me to avoid that area for a
couple of weeks, then I resumed walking my usual route.
Nothing unusual happened until the day I again saw a
slim young man on the path ahead of me, only this time
he was walking away. I took a few more steps with
confidence then walked straight into an energy field!
There was a little "thud" on my chest and as I fell
backwards I could feel my eyeglasses being removed. As I
lay there stunned I could feel pain in my back but
didn't, it seemed, lose consciousness.
Surprisingly, my glasses and earmuffs were stacked
neatly at the base of a power pole, my unopened purse
several feet away in the opposite direction. I was
perishingly cold. I got up and walked home but wished to
remain silent about what happened because it felt
unreal. When I went to warm up some soup for lunch the
clock indicated it was time to start dinner. Where had
those hours gone?
After dinner my psychic friend Pat on Vancouver Island
was "told" to phone and enquire about my condition which
I, in denial, assured her was fine. She disagreed. She
was clairaudiently getting information I had two broken
ribs and required rest. She proved correct.
Three weeks later, Pat arrived at my door unannounced,
having been "told" to come and see me. Over tea we
talked of many things. Pat kept steering the
conversation back to my fall in the park - a topic I
wished to avoid. I hedged, saying I had slipped on some
ice, that was all.
But the jig was up. Pat hadn't made the trip from
Vancouver Island only to have me skirt the issue. Calmly
she said to me, "I think you KNOW what happened that day
but you don't want to tell anyone. You see, I am being
'told' that what you experienced was an alien contact.
That is why I was asked to come here today."
As I numbly stared across the table she continued, "This
was not your FIRST contact - it was your SIXTH - no, I
am being corrected - this was your EIGHTH actual contact
in this lifetime - and you've got one more to go yet."
The first happened at three years of age, another at
about age twelve. They are showing me a fence across a
field near a mountain. Think about it and check it out.
There were other times you may have forgotten.
I remembered the barbed wire fence incident near Hullcar
Mountain and upon checking with my parents discovered I
had indeed gone missing at age three. A neighbour found
me in a groggy condition on the kitchen floor of a
Pat's information matched my experiences, but then came
the larger question: WHY?
A month after the Wagg Park incident I dreamed of
hearing an electronic alarm in my head, sort of like a
timer, which startled me awake. I went back to sleep and
dreamed a smallish person was running something up and
down both sides of my body right up to my armpits. I
objected strongly, citing broken ribs. But I couldn't
move until whatever was being done was finished.
Awake again, I was lying on my back with my eyes closed
when I felt the sensation of a tiny pointed instrument
outlining my left eye. Then my right eye was outlined in
the same manner.
This dream may well explain the Wagg Park incident.
A month later another dream provided insight into my
first alien contact at the age of three. In the dream I
was searching for a child who had "vanished" for no
apparent reason. A map was shown to me and a lady asked,
"Have you checked the INSIDE CRACK?"
What, pray tell, is the INSIDE CRACK? Recently I read
about a crack between the worlds, which goes by various
names - The Zone of Silence, The Zone of Overlap, or the
Zone of Oneness. It is associated with a change in
frequency. I am not a metaphysician so have no way of
knowing if they are all one and the same thing.
In February 1994 I experienced my ninth and final
encounter with a force of stunning magnitude. My husband
and I were returning from our early morning walk mere
blocks from home. In a laneway where two power lines
meet I felt a sharp pain in the toes of my left foot.
Simultaneously I felt a "thud" on the upper part of my
right arm, the force pitching me forward in a dive which
resulted in a broken right shoulder. It felt rather like
an electric shock. A little lump (blister) formed on my
arm where I had felt the "thud". How did my husband
escape untouched? In my humble opinion he didn't. He
coincidentally developed a stubborn rash on his lower
legs. And while my shoulder mended I had ample time to
This was the moment of Truth. I had to dig deep to keep
my faith in the order of events. I wondered about my
alien contacts. Later the same year I allowed a
Vancouver psychometrist to hold my watch. Instantly she
informed me "It happens when you're WALKING! When you're
WALKING! Do you understand?" Yes. "You are now free of
THAT part. Please remember there is FAR more good than
bad in all of this."
I wanted to believe her. In "dreams" I had helped secure
a cross; had been instructed to go with God; had been
guided to Star # 23; had been "measured" for heaven
work; had also been "measured" with someone who was
slightly different than what we perceive as human; had
been shown I was in training to become an Elder; was
given a heaven name VESA. I was also shown a
computerized celestial body, which, thankfully, no
longer threatens our Earth.
I experienced an Initiation in which I was placed face
down on a conveyor belt and moved SLOWLY through a dark
confining tunnel that opened into a man-made summit
under a huge dome - a cave of creation. Waters of life
flowed freely from this source.
Who were my collaborators? Besides DUAN, with whom I
have been paired, AMOS and NORJAL, already mentioned,
there has been CHUVA, an aged European teacher, AURIEL,
a healer from the Middle East, CHAR who helps with
intuition, MATUS, an integration agent - we went
forehead to forehead in a telepathic exchange in Tokyo,
and also THUS who has helped me express the material
And then there was La4jiJL0 whose "solid" form appeared
in my bedroom doorway after breakfast on May 3lst, 2000.
I can't even pronounce his name, which is of no
consequence because I've been told "Here a person's name
doesn't matter. What matters is that the work be done."
That same day I experienced six hours of missing time
and later learned I had been taken to see NORJAL to have
him perform an ancient ceremony "Opening the Mouth" -
meaning it is now time to speak up. It was NORJAL who
told me about a Higher Law - one that promotes peace.
In the final analysis I remember the children: My first
born son, the youth in another celestial realm who
implored, "Don't forget about US!" and the slim young
man in Wagg Park. What "cross" was I securing? Does Star
# 23 refer to the biblical 23rd Psalm? Or to the 23
chromosomes in ova required to match the 23 in sperm?
From where in the universe? Remember the bit about
Later I was given a diagram of four aligned arrows
approaching a circle, along with the explanation: There
was a divide here. Walking.
Indeed there was. I had encountered zero point, which is
the cross, transformed. I had walked right through the
centre under the higher law of the 5th dimension, the
portal of the mind which unites one's thoughts with the
Will of God. I believe that until our man-made
scientific laws include this Uranian energy shift, UFOs
and contact with space Beings will continue to mystify.