I never had any interest in ET's entering my life and turning it upside down, never wanted ET craft flying over my lake house or ET's popping into my house at all hours of the day and night.
But come into my life they did, slamming the door shut behind them with what was akin to a sonic boom: WE'RE HERE TO STAY, GET USED TO IT!
I'm a contactee, experiencer and Milab, having had contact with over a dozen ET races both benevolent and malevolent.
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A panel of experts dissected my case over a 2 year period and unanimously determined I was honest about my ET experiences and that they were legitimate.
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Here I share my ET experiences with you.
Am I glad now they did? ABSOLUTELY! Am I going to make them the focus of my life and get wrapped up in the ET craze sweeping the globe and what once was the "Truther" community? Not on your life, for most of it is pure BS about the ET's, made up by those wishing to make a name for themselves. I have no such desire, for the ET contact I have is not the focus of my life nor do I wish to prove anything to anyone.
Unlike many wanna-be "contactee" imposters on the scene, I don't claim to know everything there is to know about the ET's - NO ONE can truthfully make such a claim. I can only relate my experiences and leave it at that.
In hindsight I had clues of what was to come...but at the time I could make no sense of those clues.
From about the age of 4, I had a "something" in my head, like a video that would play out in a loop over and over again. I couldn't have explained to you what it was, it was a mystery to me as to why it was in my head to begin with.
In this "video" I was someplace that clearly wasn't earth. Yet I had no idea where I was.
A teacher I loved very much and I were dressed in long white hooded robes of the variety a monk might wear. We had just exited a huge marble hall of some kind and were walking toward what I could only describe as a "town square" of sorts in which sat a large platform.
Watercolor by Mala Rama, based on a sketch by Pat Jackson. © Mala Rama
I remember feeling very sad at leaving this teacher I loved so much behind, and I could feel his sadness at my leaving. I had no idea where I was going...only that it was on a mission to help souls in serious trouble and that I would be gone a long time.
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I vividly remember looking at the night sky that surrounded us, a deep midnight blue full of billions of twinling stars, and thinking to myself Take a good look at that sky and remember it because it's going to be a long time until you see it again.
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My teacher and I didn't speak as we walked, there was no need to. As we walked many others dressed in the same robes we were joined us in the march to the platform in the "town square". I could feel their sadness at leaving too. Those of us who were leaving mounted the platform, which turned out to be a teleportation device. One moment we were on the platform, the next we'd arrived at our destination.
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As we teleported many others joined us along the way, simply appearing among us. Some were human-looking like ourselves, others not at all human-looking. I'm sure we resembled the crowd in the cantina scene of the movie Star Wars.
We were all dressed differently, some wore no clothing at all. We spoke different languages but at the same time a non verbal language in our heads that we could all hear and understand.
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When we arrived our destination the leader of our group told us we were in a holding area, waiting to be born.
This was very confusing to me. I already existed...why would I need to be born???
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The leader then told us "Helper ships are standing by to help you on your mission."
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That's where the "something" in my head ended.
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It was only when I began working with the panel of experts that they told me this was an actual MEMORY of coming to earth!
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At 4 years old I couldn't have to you what a UFO or ET was, much less anything about any "helper ships".
Yet years later at the Probe International Conference, photographer John Lenard Walson would show photos he'd taken of those helper ships.
I remember the collective gasp that came from the audience upon seeing them. I could only sit there staring dumbly. How could I have known about those "helper ships" when I was only 4 years old?!! Yet there they were right in front of my eyes...
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The ET's would unravel a saga that was enough to set anyone's head to spinning in 360's, beginning with the message "There's a surprise ending to this as to who you really are."
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That teacher I loved so much and had left behind? Well, he'd eventually bring me to his ship to reunite with him.
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I was told nothing other than "Someone wants to meet you". I was ushered to his quarters and told to make myself at home, that he was in a meeting but would be along shortly. Looking around, I realized his quarters were decorated entirely in white - which I found pretty odd.
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At that moment the doors slid open and in he walked...
Oh yeah...it was the Big Guy himself.
I don't know what he did but all of my ET memories were instantly restored...and I remembered all of the incarnations we'd done together all over the cosmos, studying spiritual lessons in the gardens of the Hall of Justice, all of it. In detail.
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He informed me I worked with him within the Christ Command and apparently, we were the best of friends and had been for a very long time.
We'd done 11 Earth incarnations alone together to hear him tell it.
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He informed me that he'd been the one orchestrating my spiritual awakening. I punched him for spinning my head in 360's for years on end in conducting that awakening. To which he merely laughed, being that he adores feisty women going off on him and isn't above pushing our buttons to get us to do just that.
Do I see working with him as being special in any way? No. He works with many and he'd be the first to tell you I don't have him on any kind of a pedestal, religious or otherwise. There are no pretenses between us and I see him as just "one of the guys".
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So there you have my "surprise ending as to who you really are" and my memory of coming to Earth.