My
Sources Of Alien Information.
I have total recall of two
past life memories of coming to Earth as an Alien. One memory is
that of an alien called Alesa Anala who lived on Earth 50 million
years ago. The second is an Alien named Lokii that came to Earth
30,000 years ago. I have lectured in Cleveland and Akron Ohio and
Portland Oregon on Lokii's mission and purpose and went through a
vigorous and through vetting process headed by Earl Neff, “the
father of Ufology” and director of the Cleveland Ufology Project,
and a panel of doctors, lawyers, dentists, psychiatrists, psychics,
and lay persons before being allowed to give these lectures to
Ufology groups. In addition to these two memories I am also a
psychic and full em-path and I am able to access the Akashic records
at will.
In addition to the above
sources, my main sources of information for the book, “They Are
Here, See The Proof” comes from first hand encounters with several
alien life forms.
I was giving a lecture
about Lokii at the Cleveland Ufology Project in 1976. After the
lecture a woman by the name of Betty Speers invited me to meet with a
group of six to eight friends in Streetsboro, Ohio that were
attempting to make contact with aliens using telepathy. Of course I
accepted the invitation and for the next four years we met every two
weeks. Simultaneously I was also conducting my own attempts to make
alien contact. I lived in Kent, Ohio at the time and was conducting
both telepathic and high intensity flashlights and car lights to try
and make contact. I had selected a secluded landing site in rural
Kent and went there every night for one to three hours attempting to
make contact.
The actual landing site
that I had selected was rather difficult to get to. The only access
was from a dirt road with a farmers tractor path on its left berm
that led up a hill though the forest and once you got to the top of
the hill there was a huge field surrounded on all four sides by
forest. On the right side of the road opposite the tractor path
there was a huge sand mining operation that was perfect for me to
make my nightly attempts at making alien contact. I would usually go
to that area between midnight and three am to prevent drawing
attention to my contact efforts. I usually spent one to two hours a
night pursuing this agenda.
I used two contact
methods. Using high intensity flashlight I would send three short,
three long, and three short flashes at periodic intervals. This is
the international Morse code distress signal SOS. If it was extremely
cold outside I would use the headlights on my car to send the SOS
message. The second method used was to focus my thoughts on stars in
the sky that appeared to be moving sending them the telepathic
message that they were welcome and invited to come down to my landing
site. They would travel in straight lines, move from left to right
and right to left, and also move in oval patterns.
Naturally our scientists
have to come up with an explanation for this phenomenon since almost
everyone has experienced this enigmatic star motion. They call it
autokinesis. It can make a star, or stars appear to move in random
jerky patterns. When a small, dim, and fixed light source remains
within visual range for an extended period of time, this phenomenon
can occur, making it appear as if the light source were moving.
Source: Wikipedia. I appreciate the need to explain the unexplained
but in my case the stars actually moved in the various patterns in
response to my telepathic commands!
After several years of
failures with the group in Streetsboro and my own attempts in rural
Kent everyone was pretty disillusioned and discouraged. We were all
about ready to call it quits. About three months before this I was
at the site in Kent and was thinking about giving up. Suddenly I had
this very strange sensation as if someone was watching me. I looked
around the sky and saw a large dark elongated oval shape that seemed
to have a very faint glow around it's body just sitting in the sky. I watched it just sitting there, not moving, for about 30 minutes.
Suddenly it glowed brighter and in a brilliant burst of light it
catapulted across the entire sky in seconds. Was this to be my proof
of alien existence or was this a message telling me to be patient …
that there will be more contact in the near future? At any rate I
was encouraged and continued my efforts to make contact both in
Streetsboro and Kent.
On September 10, 1980 our
group met in Streetsboro. All day my energies had been feeling hyper
stimulated, electrified, and as if I were being pulled out of my body
into some unknown dimension. It was impossible for me to focus my
thoughts on anything. I apologized to the group and told them I just
could not stay there any longer telling them that I had an
appointment elsewhere. I left the meeting and drove like a madman
knowing that at all costs I had to reach my appointed landing site in
Kent. It was 2:00 AM on September 11, 1980 when I arrived at the
site. I spent about an hour sending telepathic thoughts to a star
that was energetically moving in the sky. Nothing seemed to be
happening so I decided to give it up and walked with my head hanging
in disappointment and discouragement back to my car. When I touched
the door handle of the car an electrifying energy surged through my
body making my hair stand on end. Wow, what was happening! I looked
back to see if the star was still in the sky and it had disappeared.
I then searched the horizon for some sign of the star.
On the far distant horizon
I saw a very bright white light descending from the heavens. It
continued its descent slowly moving in the direction where I was at. As it moved closer it changed its color from white to yellow, and as
it moved even closer, from yellow to an orange neon glow. As I
watched with both trepidation and excitement a huge cigar shaped ufo
came in at tree top height. It was glowing all over with the orange
neon, had long narrow window slits running the length of the ship
from what appeared to be the pilots cockpit. It could not have been
traveling more than three to five miles per hour and did not make any
sounds. I could see humanoid shapes rushing to the windows to get a
peek at the man below. What a disappointment I must have been for
all I could do was stand there with my flashlight blinking it up at
the bottom of the craft. It hovered there for a few minutes and then
slowed turned and moved towards the landing site that I had selected
for the rendezvous.
I ran up the farmers
tractor path and when I arrived at the top of the hill, the huge
craft was just hovering as if waiting for my arrival. Its size was
immense and overwhelming. It was at least as large as a football
field. I stood there frozen in fear and clutching a hatchet in my
hand for protection. After all these long years of trying to make
contact I failed miserably. It remained hovering for about fifteen
minutes, giving me ample enough time to decide to come on board, and
then slowly moved away re-entering the atmosphere and disappearing
from sight in a brilliant white flash of light. I have no memory of
being taken on board the craft. I have modified one of my art
renditions to show you the shape and size of the incredible craft.
I could hardly wait until
our group in Streetsboro would meet again. I told them about my
encounter and they were both excited and disappointed that they had
not been able to experience the great event. Their disappointment
was to be short lived. I excused myself and went to another room
where I could look out the window. I saw two white lights just
sitting on the night horizon. I went back out and told the group
that I thought we needed to continue our meeting outside. We
immediately assembled outside and everyone saw the two white lights
just sitting there in evening sky as if awaiting our group to get in
place. We stood watching in awe for about five minutes. Suddenly
the two white lights began speeding towards us. As it approached us
it turned on a bright beacon light on the bottom of it's craft. As
it passed overhead it enveloped our entire group in the beam of
light. As we looked up into the beacon it resembled the eye of a
cat. The craft suddenly dove down at a very sharp angle, moving at
incredible speeds, and came in so low and fast that it had to veer
off at a nearly right angle to avoid hitting the house and a nearby
barn. Now here is the conundrum. The vehicle looked and sounded
like an airplane but no airplane could remain stationary for five
minutes, move at these speeds, make near right angle turns, and
disappear into the sky in a flash of light after making these
impossible maneuvers. Elaine Fortson, a lifelong friend, world
renown psychic, and one of the key players in the documentary movie
“The Bermuda Triangle” explained that the UFOs are often
disguised to look like conventional aircraft to avoid detection and
attention.
Two month later I had
another incident related to my encounter in Kent, Ohio. I was taking
a shower and noticed a scab on my right arm in the shape of an arrow. The following image is a photograph clearly showing the scar as it
appears today on my arm thirty six year later.
The aliens had returned
and implanted a nano chip processor in my arm leaving the incision in
the shape of an arrow as proof of their implant. It is a two way
communication device by which they monitor my health and safety …
and communicate information to me related to the alien take over of
Earth that is presented in my book “They Are Here, See The Proof”,
and their contingency plans for the protection of Earth.
One last note about this
amazing contact. I called Earl Neff the next day and described the
sighting to him. Earl was so excited, telling me that what I had
seen was a mother ship. He said this was the high point of his 38
years of debunking, researching and verifying ufo sightings and
contactees. It was validation of his life's work and everything he
has believed in. To his knowledge I was the first person to have
seen a mother craft up close. Mother crafts traditionally hover in
orbit high above the Earth and almost never descend into our visible
atmosphere. Most sightings and contacts are with saucer shaped ufos
that come from inside the mother crafts. My friend Earl passed away
on March 11, 1993.
Between 2005 and 2008 I
had nightly communications with another alien species. They did not
have corporal bodies like you and I, but had long, long ago ascended
to higher vibrational energies and no longer needed or lived in
physical bodies. They had evolved into living energy. When I first
saw them they appeared as glowing bubbles much like the bubbles you
see coming from the bubble blowers our children play with only much,
much larger. At first they were shy, appearing in bushes behind the
buildings where I was working second shift at an electronic assembly
subcontractor. I did not know or understand exactly what I was
observing. I could only see them at night. As I approached them
they seemed to become excited changing in color, size, and number. The following image is my rendition of what they looked like.
I was working second shift
for a company called Techtron Systems in Mayfield Village on the far
east side of Cleveland. They were located in a very large industrial
complex comprised of warehouses, manufacturing plants, and office
buildings. There was no resemblance to a rural community and
certainly not an area where you would expect to find an abundance of
purple bubbles floating in the air.
We were working 7 days a
week and a minimum of 60 hours per week so it was easy to blame the appearance of the
bubbles on exhaustion or hallucination. No one else could see them
which only complicated and restrained my process of accepting their
reality. Was I on the verge of a mental breakdown?
The bubbles had captured
my attention and curiosity. We had a fifteen minute break at 9:30
P.M and got off work anytime between midnight and 2:00 A.M. I spent
every break and stayed after we got off work for at least an hour
attempting to establish communication with the enigmatic bubbles. It
was becoming a frustrating obsession! I took the direct approach by
asking them a series of questions: Are you real? Are you aliens? Do you mean us harm? Where did you come from? How did you get here?
Why are you here? Are you good? Are you evil? Do you understand
my questions? The last question was the only one that got a
response. They all started to blink on and off at random intervals. That appeared to be some kind of progress so I asked one more
question; Am I blocking your ability to communicate with me? Again
they all started to blink on and off at random intervals. Success
again!
I came to the conclusion
that my Doubting Thomas mind that has always demanded proof positive
answers to my questions was indeed the source of blockage in our
ability to communicate with each other. When all else fails return
to the basics. I began asking questions again only this time I asked
the bubbles to blink once for yes and twice for no.
Here are some of the
questions with their answers: Are you aliens? No Are you real?
Yes Are you from our galaxy? No Are you from our universe?
No Are you from another universe? No Are you from an
alternate reality? No Do you mean us harm? No Are you from
the future? No Are you from a different time line? No Are
you here to help us? No Is Earth in danger? Yes Are you
from a different dimension? Yes Were you brought here against
your free will? No Do you need my permission to interface
directly with my consciousness? Yes
The answer to the last
question was the answer I was looking for and had brought me to the
moment of truth that requires a leap of faith! I gave them
permission to telepathically access my consciousness with the
following conditions. There are hundreds of you so please
communicate with me one at a time so as not to overload the synapses
of my brain causing irreversible damage.
TO BE CONTINUED
