by Liz Johnson ![]() Most people I know sort of believe, or would like to believe, that we are not alone, and some recent and actually very old experiences of my own have solidified by feelings about this situation.
I recently saw a video taken by a Miami man, who claims to be
in direct contact with his friends from Pleiades, one of the
planets in the little dipper, which this time of year, is high in
the nighttime sky looking east. His rather convincing amateur
video shows two spacecraft hovering right off his balcony in
densely populated Aventura, having first contacting him
telepathically, and arranging to come by for a visit.
After watching the video, a
group of 6 of us set out to the
golf course behind my home,
with the idea that merely
mentally wishing to make
contact would make them
eventually appear. As a group, a clump of sincere thoughts
have more zing than just one little mind going it alone, and
would surely bring results. David, our friend who brought the
video, remembered to bring the flashlight, which is needed to
blink back any patterns of light we might observe coming When it finally started to rain, we all stumbled back, vowing that the Alien Club would meet regularly. It was, after all, fun - like a theme party. "Watch out for the little grey guys," said Robin as we made our way up to the house, "they're the ones who perform the experiments!" According to those in the know, there are at least 9 different kinds of visitors from points beyond. Pleiadians look like us. Some are lizard-like, some "greys" like the ET variety - in fact there are at least 2 kinds of greys, with the big black eyes. Some are nice and some are, well, more medically inclined. Those greys were the ones sited by those who say they were experimented upon. And some don't have a physical form at all - just intelligence. Apparently they're not very happy with us, however, hence the interest on their part. Because we are ruining our planet environmentally, because our minds are being filled on a daily basis with violent gunk and the virtual opposite of love and truth, because we insist on killing each other and refusing to evolve as people - we're stinking up the galactic neighborhood with our bad vibes, like obnoxious, unconscious neighbors. And just like when a dissolute neighbor abuses his kids and lets his house and his yard fall to pieces, the neighborhood association steps in to intervene.
I fell asleep very quickly that night, but was awakened by a very, very loud metallic screeching sound, which I realized was actually me screaming. I asked my husband if he heard me, and told me no. I fell back asleep and then dreamed I was being propelled forward at an incredible speed. I heard a very loud rainstorm pounding against the wall next to me, and saw changing psychedelic patterns in subdued colors. Then I was looking down into the black interior of a round vehicle, about the size of a car. It had a circular seat in the center.
I remembered Robin's warning about I lay awake for a while, with an understanding that it's not that we have to wait for the aliens to show up. We have to be ready to accept that they're here, and have been. In fact, they were here first. And it's not about them doing anything, it's about our awakening. |