Aura's, the three selves, and DNA

     

    Before I was born and while my biological mother was in labor, I was introduced to her by a grey being. We were both together floating above her in the corner of the delivery room in the hospital as she was getting ready to give birth to me. As we were communicating with each other telepathically and just before he left he left me with two messages he thought were important and he wanted to make sure I would remember them by emphatically placing images in my mind.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

The first image was the spiritual nature of the human body. The human aura which is activated and powered by the seven chakras in the human body. The whole purpose of the aura and these chakra energy centers are for protection and connection.  So the auras represent the seven dynamics of the human soul. For those not familiar with the chakras they start at the base of the spine and work their way through the body to the crown of the head. These chakras are the same color as white light which make up the light prism. When all the chakras are healthy, the aura is healthy, and the aura then helps to prevent unseen energies from attaching or bonding to the body. The human eyes are really poor at seeing outside the limited visual 3d spectrum. Therefore there are many unseen things wandering around in the environment. Raymond Moody's book entitled "Life After Life", which is a book about after death experiences, touches on an event where a bar patron who is drunk has a weak aura and the aura actually is fractured when he falls down. A waiting entity then enters his aura where he is then stuck with an attachment. I've seen these particular entities and have had to deal with them before as attachments on others. I call them 'drug demons' simply because they seem to be attracted to the change a body goes through energetically from foreign substance abuse and seem to like the 'feel' the drug produces with the introduction of a foreign substance into the body.

    I was in the process of recreating an image of a 'drug demon' with a computer program I have for the purpose of placing it in this article. I was simple in my design of it. I just wanted to show what I have dealt with before during an extraction. Unfortunately, things got really crazy and I had to cleanse my laptop, room I was working in, as well as my aura. So I had to stop my re-creation of the entity. The simple act of visualization had the effect of calling it out so I had to stop.

    Some of the work I have done with people in this field has been wild. When I find whatever energy is hanging around an individual and discover how it got there that is half the battle. Casting them out can be varied in process. For me, it has led to things like my bed literally shaking after I have seen what is causing the issue with the individual, electronics not working, etc... A demon always seems to have horns of some sort and glowing eyes. While a curse demon that travels through the generational lineage looks more like an imp or gremlin and rests on the shoulder or around the legs. However, after having said that, there are entities of various types other than what I have mentioned that love to cause havoc. 

    In the end though, the ultimate state to get to in regards to a strong chakra is to be able to combine the seven chakras back to their base state which is one singular chakra of white light located in the center of the aura. It would be a state of ultimate oneness with creation and would also create a powerful state of existence. Unfortunately, it is hard enough to maintain a strong chakra system let alone combine them naturally into one center force.

    The other thing my grey teacher left me with before I was born was the nature of DNA and how it works in the human state. 

    The way it was explained to me was is that human DNA is nothing more or less then a 3d recording device. It is rather crude in comparison to an enlightened beings DNA which works off a light dynamic. Human DNA works as it was intended to work, but is flawed in how it works and what it has been through since it's earthly inception. 

    Adam and Eve were not meant to be real beings. Perhaps they were? Who really knows? (I am sure feedback on my position will be ensuing. Nevertheless I can explain my position as it was explained to me.) Rather they were a representation of two perfected DNA strands. One representing a male strand, the other a female strand. Combining them together is a perfected child of the couple, which then can reproduce likewise. But the DNA was damaged due to unforeseen earth changes in the environment and so this catastrophe lead to what human beings are today. Hence, the fall. Loss to source connection. Think of it like this. You have a perfect master recording for a musical piece. You make lots of duplicates from the master and then suddenly the master copy gets a scratch on it. What do you do? You fill the scratched part (Damaged DNA through natural physical repair, with a replica piece) but it is never the same and every other reproduction based off of the master now reproduces differently. The DNA develops spots where light is limited and these are the spots where humans are trying to clear due to past lives, carried grievances from life to life. It is also the point where physical deformations arise. The whole purpose of life is to clear our DNA and make it whole. Overcoming the flesh.

     As a result human DNA became suspect to disease, reincarnation, etc... and a place was needed for humans to go to after death to recuperate. That's what I call the heaven realm. 

    Overcoming the flesh is the process of aligning with true self. There are three selves. The physical self which is the conscious self. This self is isolated from spirit. Earthbound DNA so to speak. Total animal with needs based upon the five senses. You live one life based upon genetic lineage and when you die...that's it. You only have generational memories within the physical DNA matrix.

    The second self which is the eternal self. This is the spirit self or unconscious self. The DNA from this self has a total remembrance of all lives everywhere. Humans get their remembrance of past lives and karma from the DNA shadowing where assimilation of the physical body begins.

    Then there is the subconscious self. This is a self created by the mismatch of light between the conscious and unconscious selves. It is the self developed as the buffer between the selves. As a rule, due to the subconscious self protective measures, the physical (conscious self) rules over the spirit (unconscious self). Overcoming the flesh is simply when the unconscious self finally takes over, ridding the subconscious self entirely. This allows the DNA to flood with light and rid itself of dark impurities. Overcoming the flesh so to speak.

   

    Anyway, possession does not always exhibit itself in the traditional catholic way. I am in no way trivializing demonic possession. It is very real, although rare, and does need immediate and proper attention when possession is present. I'm talking the four stages where infestation, oppression, obsession, and possession exist. Not all possessions operate like this. These are possessions where demons are actually trying to take over the very DNA of the body in a process I call DNA shadowing. The longer an entity hangs with the physical body, the more its DNA assimilates with the DNA of the host. This is the entities way of true and total possession. And when a bodies aura breaks down, the body is then open for business, so to speak.

    There are different ways an entity takes over and it is much more subtle than the traditional catholic way. Not all entities are looking for attention and they are certainly very aware of how the physical body operates. Sometimes it is control of the mind and subconscious self they are most interested in and would prefer to operate hidden from the traditional possession which is affiliated with catholic tradition. The stuff we hear about from the church, the movies, etc... So in this way it is much more insidious and can be much more effective towards the entities cause. A silent, hostile takeover. I have experienced this and it is no fun watching yourself self destruct or act outside your belief system without a way to stop. It is like watching your body act on its own despite your wishes to correct what is happening. The process of shamanic extraction with this entity left me with an empty head where I was alone with my thoughts. The extraction left me teetering on the brink of sanity for a couple of weeks and I was very fortunate to have some pretty good support during the process.

    Bottom line for possession and the ability to clear it, regardless of what type of possession it is, is how long is the possession allowed to linger. The longer the entity hangs around, the more settled it becomes in the shadowing process. Shadowing being overlapping and assimilation of dna material. The more assimilation the entity or demon acquires, the harder it is to remove and in the worst case scenario, death is a result after removal.

    When I had what I call "the awakening" I was standing in the rear of what I assumed was a garage. It was dark outside and in the garage were a lot of boxes stacked up against the wall on either side. It was apparent someone had just moved into the home belonging to the garage. Standing next to me was my grey teacher and he had an outstretched arm and was pointing to something at the other end of the garage floating in front of the doors. I followed his outstretched arm and noticed where his long finger was pointing to and noticed a shadow being of some sort pacing back and forth from one side of the garage to the other. I watched as this being seemed to bounce off the garage wall and turn around, only to hit the wall on the other side of the garage and bounce off, repeating the process. It kind of reminded me of a carnival attraction where you shoot the ducks as they cross the booth and then have another row of ducks going the opposite way. This kept going for a couple of minutes before he spoke telepathically to me.

    "IT IS FORBIDDEN TO WALK THROUGH THOSE!" His thoughts echoing through my head like a bullhorn.

    He wanted me to understand, in his own way, you do not share space with these types of beings which I now understand are demonic in nature. Coincidently, the individual who moved into the home was later found to be molesting his daughters and ended up on prison. So I am assuming there was a correlation between this demonic shadow being and some sort of possession.  Though one can not be sure as it has been a long time since I came to understand what was happening at the time.

    Bottom line, not all possessions are obvious. Human beings are complex beings who have the ability to hide many things in various ways, Sometimes the voices in your head should be examined and questioned at times. Benevolent beings will understand being cautious and questioned. Malevolent ones however, do not and will eventually demand confirmation to their will. Always examine, test, and question source. There is great respect from the other side towards a verification process

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Interview with Third Eye Salon

NOBODY

 

    I just gotta laugh at some of the responses I have had to some of my interviews and chats I have had with various individuals and groups over the path of my life. It doesn't matter if the responses come from articles in magazines, MUFON interviews, zoom interviews, or a couple of tv gigs I have had, the response is generally all the same. As is the same with others like me who may have had experiences with off worlders. Some of the responses are spot on. Other responses are just weird. The main response is about how ludicrous the UFO subject is and how I must be off my rocker. Very harsh and critical and usually an immediate near hatred towards the idea people are getting abducted. They want me examined by a psychiatrist and locked up. Others will study my body language in order to determine if I am lying. I assure you I am not. I will tell you the exact same thing I did thirty years ago because that is what I remember. And I do remember everything as clearly now as I did thirty years ago with no change. That's the way it happened. Truth does not change. I have no need to lie. The truth is strange enough. And then there are those who tell me I am not that special. I am a nobody. This is what I would like to address. Not that it matters or that I really care what anyone thinks or says about what has happened to me. I am speaking on behalf of those who are not willing to speak. So now I will speak for the "NOBODIES" in the world who struggle with the WTF moments as much as I do.

    The strange thing about being abducted is, yes, most of us abductees and contactees are nobodies. We come from all walks of life. We see something strange in the skies, or in our rooms at night, or in the fields outside our house, or driving down the road with missing time. Most of us are "nobodies". We are never going to be influential in the world. We will live our lives unknown with the small exception of a few souls that speak out. We walk around with spiritual gifts as a result of the contact experience and always have a sense of why me and what the fuck! We feel like outcasts even though we will walk around at our jobs and appear to be normal. We are the "nobodies" in life. We are not that special in the world. And yet we all are. No one will ever know it though.

    So when someone tells me I am not all that special and the things that happen to me are ridiculous, inside I just smile, laugh, and agree. I am not that special. And that is precisely what makes the whole thing with beings in black, so to speak, so bizarre! The whole experience of men in black and like beings harassing ordinary people makes no sense at all!

    I have been told many times and in many different 'expressive' ways not to talk about the subject of ufo's and aliens on earth. There are a lot of things I do not talk about in public, some things that are straight out of the twilight zone. I could have collaborated some of this stuff that has happened to me with Rod Serling and gotten a script written. It is really bizarre stuff that leaves me thinking 'did that really happen?' And then I think about all the cases I have run across where men in black have actually showed up and most of them are to the 'nobodies'. Farmers who report something to authorities. People driving their cars home from work and see a UFO or something strange on the side of the road. People who see something weird and call it in. Ninety nine percent of humanity are destined to be "nobodies."

    Back when I started having my experiences I was just that, and still am, a 'nobody.' I was broke, a single parent living with my bio mother who was a single parent, and I was highly traumatized from PTSD from my experiences even though I did not recognize it as PTSD at the time. I would look around and wonder what the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn't I live the same life everyone I grew up with was living? Where is the house with the white picket fence and wife and kids and steady career? I was in full PTSD trauma mode. Yea, I am not that special and never will be. I am just a working stiff on a nine to five job keeping it on the low down at work so people don't isolate me because I am strange and I still have to make a living. I deal with occasional PTSD and struggle so as to not get stuck in the drama of the experience. So do most people who have lived the experience, whether it be positive or negative in nature. Life goes on and we are all here to deal with life in all its complexities and nuances.

    

    So when someone tells me I am not that special...here's to you bud! I will be the first to toast you with a strong one and let you know how right you are! Not just for me, but for all of us who are floating in the same boat with the alien dial card in our back pocket.

Energy Transfer Complete

    

    Being an individual who has had numerous contact experiences for the majority of my life, or I should say since even before I was born, there have been some really bizarre situations I have encountered. Some of them I have no explanation for other than something really weird happened and I just shrugged it off, or I did a deep dive to explore what the hell was going on. But very rarely has hypnotic regression been performed to find out what was going on so most of what I talk about is from conscious memory.

    One of these type of events happened before I was born. I have very distinct recall of being in the maternity room of the hospital where my biological mother was giving birth to me before I was born. To my side was a grey being who has been with me for like, forever I assume. He just seems to be everywhere in my past, though I am not aware of where he is now. We are both just floating in the upper corner of the room kind of nonchalantly discussing DNA and how the soul works as my biological mother is going through labor pains in a bed below us. He seems intent that I remember everything he is saying as I am waiting to be born. 

    So, if I look at this event as it is going on I wonder about it, kind of amused at it all. One, this event is real and it happened just as I remember. I was escorted into birth by a grey being which is in no way an angel like being, meaning I come from elsewhere in the universe or dimensional in nature, (which I believe) or two, it is all a memory plant placed there for whatever reason simply because the human mind is a very susceptible and delicate recording device which can be used at all times for anyone of a higher intelligence to play with. It would be very easy for me, or anyone else to subscribe to the second option.

    This is one of those weird little episodes some contactees have that just makes you wonder what the whole thing is about? As a single parent to a boy who was nine months old when he was placed in my care life was kinda tough at times and there were times as he was growing up I felt like I was burning the candle at both ends. As most single parents can attest to. I was having one of those days and when I finally got him to bed I was exhausted and felt like at long last I going to be able to get some sleep as well. Not soon after my head hit the pillow I was out like a light. I don't think I even remember closing my eyes before I was sound asleep. It was nearly midnight and I had to get up for work early the next morning. I was dead to the world.

    Suddenly, around the witching hour. The witching hour being around two or three in the morning, my eyes popped open and I was wide awake. I mean, there was no slowly opening of the eyes and wondering where I was and slowly gaining my senses and wondering if I should hit the snooze button mode. It was from a sound sleep to an instant full consciousness immediately! I was fully awake and my body was buzzing! My whole body and my head felt like I had been plugged into an electrical outlet or like someone had pumped me full of adrenaline! I was wide awake and my eyes were wide open and staring straight into the darkness of the room. I can still remember the sheets tingling against my body while I was lying in bed so I did my best not to move. My whole body felt like your leg does when it falls asleep. So I just flat out was trying really hard to not even breath heavy. It was a very odd feeling, to say the least!

    Even though I was wide awake I was very disoriented as to what was happening to me. I could hear some sort of voice echoing off in the distance. A very robotic sounding voice that seemed to be repeating something about every thirty seconds or so. But I was too disoriented to understand what it was saying and I couldn't really focus on anything other than how my body was tingling and trying hard not to move. 

    Eventually, after what seemed like hours, but in reality was perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, I could feel the numbness wearing off and this voice that was constantly echoing in the background started to become clearer so I was able to start to train my focus on what it was saying and where it was coming from. This continual robotic voice coming from seemingly everywhere in the room but nowhere in particular was starting to sink into my brain.

    

    "Energy transfer complete." 

    And then around thirty seconds of silence before repeating itself.

    "Energy transfer complete."

    A very robotic sounding voice. It sounded kind of genderless. Kind of male, kind of female. I don't know why I was trying to make a gender out of it. It just sounded like something I need to do. As I sat and listened to this voice echoing in the darkness of the room there was perhaps ten or fifteen more minutes that went by before I was really starting to wonder if there was some way I was supposed to respond to this voice? My body was finally feeling back to normal and my mind was now focusing on this voice that was just repeating the same old thing every thirty seconds.

    "Energy transfer complete...energy transfer complete...energy transfer complete..."

    I listened to this voice for another ten or fifteen minutes now fully aware, and fully frustrated about what to do to shut this voice off. How do I stop it? 

    "Yea! Ok! I get it!" I raised my head and shouted out into the room. "Alright! Stop!"

    There was no response. It just kept going, and going, and going! I had not a clue on what to do at this point. I just kept shouting out into the room to let this voice, wherever it was, know I had had enough! That was frustrating and really irritating at the same time. 

    Finally, after another ten or fifteen minutes of trying to figure out what this disembodied voice was after, I just sat up in bed and yelled out in the room:

    "I get it! The God damned energy transfer is complete!"

    That must have been what was required. The voice stopped. I had no idea why I didn't just respond that way in the first place...I did everything but mention the energy transfer. But the voice stopped. 

    

    I lay back down into my bed and waited, not sure if my comment was really going to do the trick. A minute goes by, then five minutes, nothing but silence. I finally, after about an hour, start to doze off to sleep and I am very nearly asleep when I hear a click go off somewhere, like a light is being turned on from a wall switch, and one final parting phrase from the darkness hits me with a start. A quite emphatic voice:

    "And you will lose ten pounds!"

    Yea, that really happened! Why the emphatic ten pound remark? I don't know? Maybe a trigger phrase or something? God only knows? And by the way...it didn't work. I never did lose the ten pounds...at least, not for the next 40 years anyway. Go Figure!

    

                   

          

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TIMMY

 

    On my Facebook page I had mentioned how much of a Virgo I was. By definition a Virgo is anal about crucifying themselves over anything and everything. We hold on to things that no one ever remembers and it all goes down in the hall of time as "whatever dude". Sometimes the stuff you crucify yourself with is like, hey, remember back in 88 when you cut the guy off in traffic and yelled at him? Yea, you shouldn't have done that. Now feel bad about yourself for the rest of your life and bring it up for no particular reason and dwell on it for a week. Not to mention the real stuff you did as a human you can never forgive yourself for. That makes up a Virgo big time! Crucify! Crucify! Crucify!

    Which brings me back to Timmy. He is the special needs student I mentioned who I was teasing, along with a group of others, back in sixth grade. So here is my claim at redemption. Back in the day, I'm talking almost fifty years ago, we actually had a class named the 'special needs' class. That is what it was called. It was designed for students who needed the extra help for one reason or another. It was a small farming community so there was no sensitivity about situations such as this like there are now. So they just called the class 'special needs'. Timmy was part of that class. There was nothing physically wrong with Timmy. His IQ was lower and he just needed some help to catch up with the rest of the class. So he went to the special needs class. (I don't condone the name. The times were what they were).

    Timmy had a home life that was rough. His home, if that is what you call it, was nestled in the foothills of the canyon off by itself. The house looked more like a small barn that had been patched together so people could live in it. It would have fit right in with an Appalachian home located deep within the woods somewhere back east. The house was rough and there were plenty of siblings living there. His dad worked at the local steel mill at the time and he did his best. But Timmy was a middle child, which meant he got the hand me down clothes, and was, even at his young age, always out wandering around someplace, sometimes overnight. He kind of got lost in the shuffle.

    One day at school a group of us saw Timmy walking down the hall. Someone walked up to Timmy and said watch this, I'm gonna have Timmy hit me. There was no name calling. No one was making fun of how he walked, talked, looked, etc... It was just hit me Timmy, which was bad enough mind you and I am not making excuses for the behavior. And then Timmy lined up to hit him in the shoulder. 

    Someone forget to tell Timmy how to fight in spite of having a few brothers around the house. I have never seen anything like how Timmy hit him. You didn't mess with his brothers. Everyone knew you left them alone. But Timmy, that was different. It was like he was trying to swat a fly with his closed fist. That set it off. Everyone lined up and begged Timmy to hit them and then they would break down laughing. At first Timmy thought it was funny and laughed with them. All fun and games, right? Not really.

    So in my infinite wisdom I decided I needed to line up and have Timmy hit me in the shoulder as well. At this time I could feel, not see, but feel with the empathic side of me, how frustrated Timmy was getting but I didn't care. Timmy needed to hit me. He got to me and I waited for him to hit me. At that point something clicked inside of Timmy. And yea, it was deserved. Timmy lined up and suddenly changed his stance and I could sense something had changed. It was like, you should have thought this out, dude! Timmy lined up from somewhere deep down south of the border and let me have it. I was going to be different. He plum knocked me into the middle of next week with a punch that left my arm sore for a few days! It wasn't the punch in the arm though, rather it was the frustration I felt from him that made me aware, years later, that I was not the same as everyone else and I needed to respect that. He went back to his regular punch with everyone else. Everyone looked at me like, 'Damn Don! What did you do?'

    Over the next couple of days I made up my mind I was going to apologize to Timmy. I really felt bad about the way I acted and realized he didn't deserve to be treated like that. The problem is, Timmy wasn't always able to make it to school so I never knew when I would see him again. As it turns out a week goes by, than another week, and Timmy never shows back up to school.

    A month later I ran into Timmy's brother and ask him about Timmy. He tells me Timmy had died in an automobile/pedestrian accident. He was the pedestrian. This may sound like I made it up but it is true, he was hit by a car so hard it left his shoes, which were never tied, in the road where he was hit. So teasing the special needs kid, bad anyway you think about it. Some things you can never take back. Yea, that hounds me to this day. Along with a million other Virgo things. 

   

                     

 

 

Energetics of Time and Space

 

    So I was contacted a few years by a friend who lives overseas in Israel and she was curious as to if I was noticing a strange energy happening around the planet. I asked her what it was exactly she was feeling and after she described her emotional output around this feeling I decided to take a look to see what it was that may be affecting her in the way she described to me. 

    As I settled in to my meditation I immediately noticed a strange honeycomb grid surrounding the planet. Some spots of it looked as if it were lighting up, or rather trying to light up, and it was connected to the planet through lay lines in certain places on the planet. It reminded me of a neon light bulb that is struggling to come to life as the gas inside slowly comes to life.

    It looked very much like this grid image I found but if you could imagine this grid surrounding the planet with small portions of it lit up from the lay lines it was connected to on the planet:

    

    

So as I contemplated what was happening while in my meditative state it came to me on what was going on. What was happening to the planet and why this was happening. It was really beautiful by the way. A deep neon blue light came from the parts that were lighting up and faded away to the color very similar to what is in the picture.

    It has to do with space and time. Where the planet, and the solar system as well, is in conjunction with the Milky Way galaxy and it's position in space.

    The Earth is traveling around the Sun at around 67,000 MPH. And the solar system we reside in travels around the center of the Milky Way galaxy at around 490,000 MPH. Still yet, the Milky Way galaxy is traveling through the universe at 1.3 million MPH. This does affect our perception of time and reality and humans relation to the selves, but that is another topic altogether.

    As the solar system travels through space there are energetic pockets, for lack of a better term, all over the place. Places where other planets and galaxies have been. Places where entire systems have been created and destroyed. Places where energetic prints have lingered. So as the planet we live on travels though space it encounters energetic voids or energetic pressures that affect the energy of the planet, as a living being. This acts in various ways both positive and negative, toward the planet, and the individuals on the planet.

    From what I have come to understand the Earth is emerging through an energetic void which has acted like a pressure cooker on the planet. Compressing the energy of the planet itself so the energy has become heavy, for lack of a better term. That makes it much tougher to manifest what we would like to have in our lives as the energy to manifest our intentions takes much more effort or concentration. I have had a couple of opportunities to travel to what I refer to as the "Heaven" realm and I wondered why it was so easy for someone in that realm to manifest what it was they desired. Perhaps this is why? They simply do not have to concentrate as hard to get it? 

    So as planet Earth slowly emerges from this physical void in space the pressure cooker affect is slowly starting to dissipate and as it is the lay lines around the planet are becoming more active and are attempting to resurrect the energetic honeycomb grid surrounding the planet which will eventually lead to a much better energy on planet Earth, and the solar system in general. But it will take time.

    I have had people say yea, but what about the hundred monkey effect? Humans can just simply elevate themselves through the power of love and intention when there is enough intent, can't they? I would love to think so and I would love for that intent to be enough to change the planet. But it can't happen. The Earth is what is affecting humanity as a mass of consciousness much more then the beings on the planet are affecting the planet itself. And here is why I say that.

    The energy of the planet is like a scale. It seeks homeostasis at all times based upon the current state of its place in time and space. Like a scale, if the energy of the planet and those beings on the planet tilt the energy too far one way and the planet approaches the hundred monkey syndrome the planet itself will adjust. It compensates for being out of balance with its position in space and time, where it sits energetically in the universe, and the scales find a way to adjust. It is the yin and the yang. It will always find center for balance. This homeostasis effect is a result of the Earths position in space and time. It is a physical phenomenon which affects its spiritual well being in time.

    The good news is the planet is moving into a lighter area of space. It is a physical event that is happening. But it isn't going to be a sudden momentous event. An aaah haaw event that just suddenly happens. It's more then likely going to take a number of years. Maybe generations? Before the energy of the planet gets to a space that will allow the beings on the planet to get to that "Spiritual Happy Place" they deserve. But don't stop trying! Be spiritual happy people anyway! It doesn't matter!

    

    

Gratitude

Gratitude and Healings

        So, there is an acquaintance and friend of mine who has a terminal health condition and will eventually pass over due to his condition. So I sit here pondering about him I think about his condition and his remarkable connections with his ET friends. He has mentioned before on how his back was cured by them healing his spine to a point where he was almost pain free. He had suffered an accident years earlier which put him on the disabled list due to this injury. Needless to say I was impressed with his recovery. I have sat back many times and have wondered why they couldn't do the same thing with his existing condition.

        As I am thinking about his situation and feeling kinda sad he is about to leave us my mind wanders off and I start wondering why they have not come to heal me? (Not that I feel as if I need any healing of any sort. I am feeling pretty good right now so, duh?) So now my thoughts have wandered from my friend and I start following the pity path. After all, I have had experiences with the guys and I am connected. What the hell! 

        Now my head has turned into a tossed salad of a little bit of jealousy, pity, and bitterness. What the hell! Where were you when I needed some help? Thanks a lot guys! Appreciate your help! NOT! Human ego is a beautiful thing to waste...so why not use it? I did use my ego, in force!

        Then my mind stopped looping through this pity mode and I really started to reflect on a few times the guys dropped in to say hello. I instantly recognized four periods in my life where the ET presence had definitely stepped in to help me out in a healing capacity.

        "Oh, yea," I thought to myself. Having to eat crow for Thanskgiving may not taste very good, but it does wonder for the soul. Still...DAMN! 

        So I have two encounters I thought I could share with anyone who is reading this. I never paid much attention to these healings at the time. I am so used to having experiences and since interactions with the other side are really no different then writing this blog, I honestly have never paid attention to a lot of interactions I have had. All these experiences are natural to me.

        One experience came as I was working myself to the bone. Close to twenty years ago I was a satellite TV tech. I had a rural area I was responsible for in Utah which covered perhaps a two hundred mile round trip at times. So I was working six days a week with seventy to eighty hour weeks. I did this for a couple of years and was running myself to the bone. It got to the point I was catching some really severe colds where I was getting bouts of bronchitis with some nasty chest congestion. These episodes would last for two to three weeks and when I thought I was finally over one episode another one would set in. This had been going on all winter, but I just worked through them and every time I would get over one another episode would pop up. After perhaps the third or fourth severe episode I just finally got wore out and decided enough. I had to take a couple of days off to recover and get some rest. 

        So I am sitting on my bed after a couple of days and I am actually feeling well enough where I can kinda do some sort of open eye meditation. I am focusing on a spot on the wall in front of me and just getting my mind quiet with nothing in particular I was planning on. Just focusing and relaxing when the wall gives way and in walks what I would consider my ET guide. I just hold my gaze on him and notice he is holding a vile in his right hand over his chest. It is filled with some sort of pink luminescent liquid that is almost glowing. He extends his arm towards me and I hear his voice in my head telling me to drink this. Not in any mood to argue, and with him it really didn't matter. His gaze is very powerful and besides that I know I can trust him. So I take the vile and drink it. Rather I place it to my lips and it just absorbs into me. There is no taste. No sense this strange liquid has even entered my mouth. It just sucks into me. I give the vile back to him and he turns and walks back through the wall. I'm tired so I laid down and went back to sleep. I wake up a few hours later and my lungs are fine. My cold is gone. I am ready to go back to work.

        After close to twenty years I have never had another cold or any type of chest congestion other then when I had my heart surgery. Which brings me to one more healing event.

        Long story short I had to have open heart surgery, failed stent. The heart attack is another story altogether and how it happened. I'll just stick to the recovery part.

        For anyone who has had to have heart surgery it really messes with your circadian rhythm.  Your sleep patterns are all over the place for a few weeks after having the surgery. So I am wide awake at like four in the morning watching tv as I am laying on the couch. I close my eyes for a couple of minutes and must have dozed off. After some time my blanket gets stuck under me and I am trying to adjust it as I am lying on my back. I pull at it but I have a hard time moving my arm and open my eyes to see what is going on and find that I am not in my room. I am not even in my house. I have no idea where I am. 

        I am actually resting in a bed in a large room by myself. I am sitting upright and looking around the room. Everything is white. The gown I am wearing is white. The sheets I am covered with are white. The room is white and barren of any type of accessories. No clocks on the wall. No tv. No chalkboard. Just plain white walls. Off to the left of me I notice there is a large window with sheer white curtains and the breeze blowing through the open window has the curtains fluttering into the room. I can see out through the window and there is nothing but green fields of grass as far as the eye can see. In the far distance there is a mountain which is as green as the fields. I look at what is holding my arm down and notice it is hooked up to some sort of iv. There is no needle in my arm. It is attached by some sort of suction and it is just stuck on my arm like a band aid or something. The line going to the iv bottle has some sort of liquid flowing down it. It is flowing a drop at a time and every drop looks like a drop of golden liquid light. It flows down the drip line and sinks into my arm. 

        I look up and there is someone standing there. I guess he notices I am struggling with my arm a bit so he is adjusting something next to the bed I am resting in. He has a white outfit on as well. He has piercing blue eyes and short black hair. Other then his eyes he looks very human. He turns and walks away and I close my eyes. Sometime later I wake up in my room again.

        To this day, every time I visit my cardiologist, she asks me how I do it. My heart has literally no damage in spite of how serious the heart attack was and the severity of what happened to me. The only side affect I have is being out of shape. I really do not need medication. I take medication only as a precaution for my medical cdl.

        So why did these healing events happen? I don't know. I wish I did. I had no intentions towards these healings nor any other ones. I didn't ask for them. I wasn't even thinking along those lines. They just showed up and did their thing.

        I'm thinking gratitude is the language of universal love. Maybe it's when the soul is living the life of gratitude maybe the universe recognizes and just steps in to help out when needed?  Not that I am a beacon of gratitude. It's just cool to be alive!