In July 2001 we received a call from
M.G. who in a lengthy conversation stated that she had been the focus of a
lifetimes series of events that seemed to be related and have meaning, yet
when described to an "outsider" seemed to be nonsensical and yet
paranormal in content.
I suggested to the "experiencer" that she should keep a journal of these
ongoing events, to which she replied that indeed she had already done
that. Upon expressing an interest in reading her recorded material, M.G.
stated she would send me a copy. Shortly afterwards a parcel arrived
weighing five pounds! The manuscript was 360 pages in length. After taking
ten days to read its contents I met with the writer and we had a two-hour
meeting clarifying the two dozen questions I had assembled from her years
of recollections. As a result of all this I felt that it was important
that what she had written and I had read should be shared with our
readers. Consequently I asked this lady if she could provide a synopsis of
her "life's work", indeed a formidable task. The admirable results are to
be found below. She is to be congratulated. It is for the reader to decide
if this information is designed solely for the recipient or possibly a
wider audience.
- Graham Conway
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 of retaliation.
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
evidence.
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 being there.
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 definitely
required.
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 bargained for!
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
teaching methods.
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 star system.
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 air.
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 nearby farmhouse.
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 think.
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 coming through.
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 sexual affinity?
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.
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