Short Story ET Experiences

angelics cure rose of cancer

Before my husband and I moved north our best friend was Rose. At the time we moved Rose had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and oncologists had given her six months to live, tops. I'd given her our new address and she was in the process of selling her own home and moving at the time.

I'm a contactee, experiencer and Milab, having had contact with over a dozen ET races both benevolent and malevolent.

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.

Here I share my ET experiences with you...

After the cabal murdered my husband in 2008, I was so beat up from the psy-op warfare, constant abductions and biowarfare agents that had been injected into me that I knew I couldn't go it alone without him.

At the start of my awakening Jmmanuel had told me "Ask and you shall receive. I may not give you everything you want but I will give you everything you need."
I said to him "I need you to bring me a friend who will believe what is being done to me, please Jmmanuel. I just can't do this alone anymore without John."

It had been over 20 years since I'd heard from Rose so assumed she'd passed away from cancer.

The same evening I'd asked Jmmanuel to bring me a friend I came home to find a message on my answering machine - FROM ROSE!!! I was stunned.

She explained she'd been cleaning out a box in her closet and had found the piece of paper she'd written my new address and phone number on.

We immediately made arrangements that she would drive north to my home to visit for a few days and resume our friendship.

I said to her, "Rose what the hell happened? I thought you were dead!"
She said "I said to the Lord that I knew I was here on a mission but that I felt I hadn't finished that mission yet and that if he saw fit, please let me stay to finish my mission."

Rose

The next time Rose saw her oncologists, she was completely cancer free. The numerous tumors in her lungs had completely disappeared, not a cancer cell to be found in her body. Doctors declared her a "medical miracle" - but Rose and I both knew who'd cured her of her cancer.

My needing her as a friend was the part of her mission she hadn't finished. Within two years of our reunion Rose passed away from a stroke.

a most unusual visit with santa

The cabal had so thoroughly bankrupted me that I was forced to rely on the food bank to help supply me with groceries. At the time, I'd been misdiagnosed with Lyme disease so had become quite knowledgeable about it. The food bank was run by my friend, Pam whose daughter was an Olympic silver medalist in judo and she had just been diagnosed with Lyme as well.

On holidays local churches would sponsor dinners for those of us who patronized the food bank. It was Christmas time and on this particular evening a minister friend of Pam's was going to play Santa and hand out gifts to the kids.

As I watched the kids taking their turn with "Santa" I was impressed with how wonderful he was with the kids. The gifts he gave them were likely about the only gifts they'd receive, their parents being unable to afford much of anything to put under the tree. I decided to get in line and go up and thank "Santa" for doing this for the kids.

Finally I got to the head of the line. I said to Santa "Don't worry, I'm not going to sit on your lap." He leaned back in his chair, cocked his head slightly to the side and gave me the weirdest smile, an almost knowing smile. "I just wanted to thank you for doing this for the kids," I continued.

He never said a word in reply, just continued to sit there with that knowing smile on his face. Next to him he had a box of candy canes, handing one to each child. He reached into this box of candy canes and scooped up as many as his hand could hold. When he was sure I'd seen him do this, he dropped them back into the box and handed me a single candy cane. Very weird!

"Thanks," I said. "And thanks again for doing this for the kids."

I'd begun to walk away when he called "Wait! You haven't told me what you want for Christmas! Come here and whisper it in my ear."

Whisper it in his ear? He hadn't had any of the kids whisper in his ear...was this guy some kind of a perv?

Nonetheless, I went back and whispered in his ear "A cure for Lyme disease would be nice."
To which he whispered to me "Remember I'm always at your side."

As I sat at my table I realized I knew "Santa" from somewhere! And then it hit me...his blue eyes. There's only one person I knew that had eyes that color of blue. HOLY SH**! Only one person always told me "I'm always at your side." JMMANUEL!

I jumped up from the table, racing through the hall looking for "Santa" but he was nowhere to be seen.
Nah! I kept telling myself. It couldn't have been Jmmanuel!

Finally I went up to Pam and said "This is going to sound like a really weird question but what color eyes does your minister friend that was playing Santa have?"
"Brown."

Years later I said to Jmmanuel "That was you playing Santa at the food bank Christmas dinner, wasn't it?"

He chuckled and replied "HO! HO! HO!"

2 cellos concert

When I heard 2 Cellos were going to perform at Milwaukee's Pabst Theater I immediately snapped up VIP -tickets for my sister, brother-in-law and myself. As was usually the case, the concert sold out within days of the tickets going on sale.

Just a few days before the concert my dad passed away unexpectedly. We debated whether or not we should still attend the convert given the tickets had been so expensive.

All of the funeral arrangements had been made, there was nothing more we could do for my dad and we all knew he'd tell us go to the concert so we did.

I was very close to my dad so his passing was tough on me to an extent. More than anything, I wished Jmmanuel could be at the concert with me. But I know how busy he is, how tough it can be for him to come down here and I didn't want him to feel guilty in saying "Gracie, I just can't" - so I said nothing to him about the concert.

The night of the concert I looked around the theater about 5 minutes before the curtain was to rise. Every seat was filled, save the one right next to me. The person holding that seat must've gotten caught in traffic or something, I thought. Surely they'll show up as expensive as the VIP tickets were.

The lights dimmed, the curtain rose and I got wrapped up in the concert. I was aware of some guy showing up to take the seat beside me but paid him virtually no attention whatsoever.

Stejphan and Lucas began playing the theme to Titanic. Normally I love that song but that night it made me feel sad that I wouldn't have my dad in my life anymore.

As the song played the guy sitting next to me suddenly grabbed my hand and held it in his.
What the??? I was contemplating how to break his fingers for him without disrupting the entire concert when I finally turned to look at him. He smiled at me.

It was Jmmanuel.

dillinger

Back in the day my home in the Northwoods was a favorite hideout of several notorious 1930's gangsters - John Dillinger and his gang and Al Capone among them.

My friend, Julee from Australia came to visit, she and her mom were both always interested in Dillinger. When I told her Dillinger and his gang had their shootout with the FBI just down the road from me, Julee wanted to go see Little Bohemia.

It's also where Johnny Depp filmed segments of the film, Public Enemies.

Little Bohemia is now a bar and supper club but it was too early for dinner so we decided we'd have a drink at the bar so Julee could look around at the scene of Dillon's shootout with the FBI. I went to the restroom as Julee found a seat at the bar.

I came out of the restroom to Julee running across the bar room, in a panic.
"Sis, where did Dillion get shot?"
"In the back," I answered. "Why?"

Julee is also a psychic medium and said "Sis, I've got Dillion and my back is KILLING me! We have to get out of here!"

So we made a hasty departure. Little Bohemia has a very long driveway and as we were driving Julee suddenly shouted "SIS! DILLON'S IN THE BACK SEAT WITH US!"

I looked in the rear view mirror. Sure enough, there sat a full manifestation of Dillon.

"SIS! WHAT DO WE DO?"

"Well I suppose ask him what he wants," I suggessted.

"He says he's looking for his girlfriend Mary," Julee reported.
"Try calling Mary forth then."

Almost instantly Mary appeared in the back seat next to Dillon.

"Thank you, Ma'am," Dillion said to Julee, tipping his hat to her. "If there's anything I can ever do for you just call on me." With that, he and Mary disappeared.

Now that the 'crisis' was over in Julee's mind we laughed all the way home about Dillon coming to her.

When we got home my neighbor Robin was out and we told her about our encounter with Dillon.

She told us her Gramma Fern had known Dillon, was her favorite waitress at Little Bohemia. He'd always ask for her to wait on him and his gang, then tip her $100 each time.
(A lot of money in those days...although I suppose if you rob banks for a living...)
Fern said he was always very polite and went out of his way to be nice to people who were nice to him. This fit

Dillon's offer to Julee to call on him if she ever needed anything in return for reuniting him with Mary. He'd acted the perfect gentleman.

Curiosity got the better of us since I'd never known him to have any girlfriend named Mary, so we looked it up online. Sure enough..."Billy" Freschette's real name was Mary Evelyn. And the photo of her matched the woman who'd appeared in the back seat of my car next to Dillon!

Jmmanuel loves to prank those close to him. Come to find out Julee did have the real Dillon in the bar but then Jmmanuel had stepped in as "Dillon" in the back seat as the real Dillon had been making Julee feel his death with the back pain.

But Jmmanuel wasn't through pranking Julee just yet...

lions, tigers and bears Oh My!

Being accustomed to only Australia's cute koala bears, Julee was absolutely terrified she'd see a bear durig her visit and it would attack her. Robin and I told her she was being ridiculous, that bears avoided contact with humans and anyway, her chances of seeing a bear much less being attacked were slim to none.

We were driving home after an outing in Eagle River when she started in again with her paranoia about seeing a bear.
I told her "Will you STOP with the bear paranoia! The only time a bear is dangerous is when she has cubs with her. Besides, you have a better chance of being hit by lightning than seeing any bears!"

At that INSTANT what appears on the side of the road ambling toward our car?

Julee's now terrified, screaming "DRIVE FASTER SIS! DRIVE FASTER!" as she's trying to climb into my lap behind the steering wheel.
And I hear Jmmanuel just cackling away.

"Want me to stop and get a picture of them for ya, Sis?" I asked.
'NO! DRIVE FASTER!"

And what's one of the last things Julee says to me before boarding the plane back to Australia?
"I should've had you take a picture of those bears for me. Now I wish I had."

the doves

Due to all of the surveillance on us both earthly and non earthly Jmmanuel and I were always coming up with ways to 'sidestep' that surveillance during the times we couldn't risk communicating with each other telepathically for fear it would be picked up by our adversaries.

There were often times when we'd have to go incommunicado with each other so Jmmanuel devised a way of letting me know when he was about to go incommunicado. A pair of mourning doves began appearing in my front yard (photo above). When Jmmanuel and I could safely communicate with one another, the doves would always appear together. When he had to go incommunicado only the female dove would show up alone. When he returned, the male dove would reappear with the female dove. This went on until I moved to my new house.

I was sitting out on my deck and for some reason got to thinking about our mourning doves. I said to Jmmanuel "Hey, could you bring the doves around so I can see them one last time, please?"
Not two minutes later the pair of doves landed in a tree right next to my deck and just sat there looking at me. Then they flew off. I've never seen them since.

hurricane katrina

When New Orleans was about to be evacuated due to Hurricane Katrina, one of my clients contacted me and asked me if I'd please ask Jmmanuel to keep her family and house safe. I assured her I would.

I never heard anything more from her for the next three years so had no idea how her family and home had fared.

Then one day out of the blue I got an email from her with a photo attached.
She wanted me to thank Jmmanuel for her.

She and her family had returned to New Orleans and she'd spent those three years trying to track me down again. She'd returned to find their entire neighborhood had been reduced to nothing more than matchsticks and her house was the only one left standing amidst all that rubble, only water damage from the flood. A huge tree next to the house had come down and by all rights should have come down on the roof of the house. Somehow it had miraculously missed the roof by inches rather than falling on the roof.

"Ask and ye shall receive" as Jmmanuel always says.

the throne room

This was one of the most miraculous (and completely unexpected) experiences Jmmanuel put me through. He'd told me he needed to see me, that he was bringing me to the ship. He hijacked me and I found myself who knew where?

I was in a gianormous "room" that you could tell was a room and yet at the same time it were as though you were walking through space. At the far end of this room sat three thrones side-by-side, the middle throne larger than the two flanking it. Jmmanuel sat in the smaller throne to the right of the middle throne, lit up like a flippen Christmas tree.

"WHAT THE HELL?!! WHERE AM I?" I demanded.
"Throne room," he answered, getting up and walking toward me.

I wasn't about to ask just whose throne room was in. It was one of those things intuition told you that you didn't really want to know the answer to.

"What am I doing in a throne room?" I asked.
"There's someone I want you to meet," he explained. "Go sit up there by the thrones."

No way I was plunking this peon butt down in one of those thrones! So I sat on one of the steps leading up to the middle throne.

"Now what?" I asked.
He just smiled at me.
At that moment a mass of extremely powerful and unconditionally loving energy began to form in the middle throne. It turned into feet, then legs, up to the waist. Anything above that was shrouded in a cloud or fog.

"Hello, Grace child," a now all too familiar voice said.
"OH...MY...GOD!" I involuntarily gasped.
"Well yes, some do call me that," the voice chuckled. "But I like the name you gave me. DAD is so much more personal."

My brain is mush and I'm just sitting there with my mouth hanging open.

"I wanted to thank you for our service to us," DAD continued. "You've gone above and beyond our expectations and have been a good and loyal friend to Jmmanuel, which I very much appreciate as does he."

I glanced over at Jmmanuel as if to say "HELP ME HERE!" but he was standing there silently with his head bowed.

Suddenly I felt completely comfortable as though I were wrapped in a blanket of unconditional love.
DAD and I talked for the next hour or so and he answered any questions I had. It was like talking to your father and best friend at the same time.

DAD is neither a he nor a she. It is an energy mass with a consciousness, although it will present itself in whatever form you're comfortable with. It is NOT the "God" of the Old Testament! It does not punish anyone for anything nor judge anyone. In fact, like the Angelics it has a pretty raucous sense of humor and said we :children" (quoting it) amuse him most of the time. (Note the word "most")

The throne room is in the Angelic realm in the 15th density.