by Laura Knight-Jadczyk

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Amazing Grace
Part I

For almost five years these pages have consisted almost exclusively of the original, verbatim transcripts from the "superluminal communication" sessions with "us in the future," also known as the Sixth Density Light Beings In Service to Others, the Cassiopaeans.

Having seen so many examples of "Voices of Higher Beings" falling into corruption through ego or anticipations and expectations of others, I endeavored with fervent determination to keep myself, my ego, my story and anything of a personal nature OUT of the content.

However, a recent correspondent with my husband, Dr. Arkadiusz Jadczyk, wrote the following regarding these pages:

"...I visited your wife's site and found your physics page there. It's a pity it can't be linked to from your other site... it's one of your best pages."

(The director of the University where Ark is the Head of the Department of Nonlinear Dynamics and Complex Systems ordered him to remove any mention of the Cassiopaeans from his Uni web site as well as any links).

The correspondent continued:

"Now, if someone wants to do physics, you would no doubt advise them to get a good grounding in maths. Not weird maths, traditional maths.

"So, why would someone like yourself, who is not afraid of expanding the scope of physics into quasi-religious areas, dabble with WEIRD religion?

"Conventional religion is just like conventional maths. It's where we should automatically go. Conventional religion is simply a matter of openness to God, if he exists, and asking him to download some software, if he exists....

"I can understand your reluctance to consider simple religion, living as you do in a Catholic country with a lot of distasteful religious practices all around. But what would you tell a physics student who avoided Fourier transforms because they were 'distasteful'?"

(name of correspondent withheld)

(The writer is unaware that we live in the United States.)

I was not shocked by this rather mild criticism of the Cassiopaean communication - I have certainly heard much worse. But what it DID DO was push me to reconsider my decision to tell nothing of myself, to let the material stand or fall on its own merit. For some, that is enough - they can read and know - but for others, all the questions and criticisms must be answered.

And that is what I will now do.

Yes, if someone wants to study physics, they must begin in a standard way. But, as noted by the above correspondent, one must then NOT BE AFRAID TO EXPAND THE SCOPE of their investigations. The same principle is true of religion, and is clearly explicated in the Parable of the Talents.

The parable of the talents is prefaced by the phrase:

"Now, knowledge of the kingdom is like unto a certain man who went on a journey..." and he called his three servants together and gave them each a certain number of talents. The talents represent knowledge. Two of the servants invested their talents. They were willing to take risks and give up what they had to get more. The third was afraid of losing the little he had and he buried his talent. So, the two increased their knowledge by repeatedly giving up and getting back more.

 

The master came back and the two showed how they had made a killing on the market and the master was pleased. But the servant who had buried his talent said: "Master, I knew you were a hard man and you reaped where you did not sow and I was afraid..." The master cast him into outer darkness. And, remember, we are talking about knowledge. He took his little bit of knowledge and he closed himself off and hung onto that little bit for dear life...

I have lived this parable. Very often, the decision to "give up" what I held dearly as "truth" was VERY painful. But, gradually, as I became experienced in being truly open-minded, it was easier and easier to trust the universe to lead me where I needed to go; both for myself, and for other people.
 

Amazing Grace
Part II

I was brought up in a very Christian environment. I come from a long line of Protestant Ministers of the Church, from Quakers to Baptists to Methodists. One of my ancestors came to America with William Penn. One was fined his horse for refusing to fight in the army. Most of them, in fact, came to America before the Revolution, to escape religious persecution. As a result, I have spent years in "Standard" churches.

At an early age I resolved to "find God." It was a burning passion for me. My internal operating system simply demanded that I really needed to "know" Him. I was avid in my Sunday School studies and devoted in my prayer life.

As I grew and studied, I became aware of many contradictions and discrepancies in the "Standard Religion," and many anomalous events of my life were inexplicable in these terms. I constantly prayed for guidance and support, and it became increasingly clear that I was being guided to learn to study in a deeper way.

At the same time I was VERY aware of the pain and suffering all over the planet, and it seemed that I was cursed with the burden of acutely "tuning in" to and feeling this cosmic pain. I suffered with every starving child, every grieving parent, every pain racked victim of man's inhumanity to man. I prayed constantly for the pains of the world to be ameliorated. But everywhere I looked, there was misery.

Where was God in all this? I was beginning to wonder. I wasn't getting much in the way of results with the "standard" religion in terms of the "Hotline to Heaven, and it was clear that I needed a dialogue with God. He was, after all, my Father, wasn't he? Didn't I have a right to his love and attention like all others who claimed to be so full of joy because of their faith in God? What had I done wrong that I was denied this claimed "connection" to the One who was proclaimed to be perfect in His Love and Knowledge and all the rest? What did I have to do to be worthy?

If I could only find out, I would do it! I really needed to know! Do I need to pray more? Sacrifice something that I liked? I didn't have much in my life that WAS pleasant, but I would willingly give up what little I had just to feel the touch of God's breath on my cheek. Was that asking too much? How about just a little, teensy, tiny sign to assure me that YOU exist? Something to hold on to? A straw, for God's sake! I'm drowning here! This is NOT a pleasant place! Sure! We are taught that all this suffering will bring us a "Crown of Glory," if we just have faith... but what is this thing called "Faith?" do I have it? Can I have more?

So, since God wasn't answering my prayers to ease the burdens of the world, and I could see he wasn't answering the prayers of others who were making similar prayers, and we were all contributing to missionary efforts, I determined to find what the story was here. If God wasn't answering, there must be a reason. And, if there was a reason, only God could tell me. So, since God seemed to be hiding, I determined to find out how to get to Him!

This became my overweening goal and objective. But, how does one go about "finding" God? Well, if one wants to learn physics, one studies math. If one wants to learn about God, one studies religion. This seemed the natural place to start. Standard religion; start with what you know.

I was raised Methodist, but with some evangelical leanings, and the most sacred dogma of my childhood was that the Bible was the WORD OF God! And that was that.

Well, okay, I LOVE God, and this makes me want to be close to Him, and in order to get close, I need to know what pleases Him so He will WANT me close and will talk to me... so, the logical step is to READ THE BIBLE!

Well, I had already read the Bible mostly, but not in a systematic and studious way as I was now proposing to myself. If the Bible was the Word of God, I wanted to ingest, to breathe, to LIVE with every single word. I was HUNGRY for God!

I read the King James Version, since that was standard. I read it through, from start to finish; more than once. I couldn't help but notice that there SEEMED to be some considerable contradictions and puzzles. But, in a standard way, I sought answers to these puzzles from the theological community. I decided that the Bible was not contradictory, it was just me that did not understand it properly. Clearly, I needed to gain an understanding that was deeper that would resolve these conflicts. The obvious place to look for such answers seemed to be to read books that explained the Bible, that could explain the history of the times, the customs, the people, the archaeology and so forth. So, I began to read such books.

Naturally, I only read books by Christian authors. I reasoned that only Christians could write about Christianity as only Christians could "understand" the Bible. After all, this was pretty much a doctrine of faith.

As I read, I discovered, to my dismay, a vast realm of disagreement among theologians as to how to interpret "difficult passages." I also learned that much of this disagreement was due to linguistic problems. When one read the King James Version of the Bible, one was reading something translated from Hebrew and Greek into old Latin, and from the Latin of the Vulgate, translated into English - only it was the English of the 1600's, which was, as I learned, a pretty limited vocabulary.

I remember a particular incident that really drove this point home. A rather famous radio minister was preaching a sermon based on Acts 28:13 where the KJV says, starting with verse 11,

"And after three months we departed in a ship of Alexandria, which had wintered in the isle, whose sign was Castor and Pollux. (12) And landing at Syracuse, we tarried there three days. (13) And from thence we fetched a compass, and came to Rhegium: and after one day the south wind blew, and we came the next day to Puteoli..."

Well, this particular pastor decided to use this verse as an allegory of needing the "compass of God" in order to find one's way when the winds of life threaten to buffet the faithful. He kept driving home the point about how the apostle did not rely on his own direction, but bought a compass, and the reason for this story to be in the Bible was to set just this example.

I wasn't altogether sure that compasses existed at that period of time, and I wondered about this passage, so I did some research. What I discovered was that the real meaning of "from thence we fetched a compass," was "from there we made a circuit" or sailed in a circle, following the coastline, and that it was an Elizabethan nautical term!

This, of course, created a problem in my mind. If the Bible was the Holy Word of God, ought we not, as faithful believers, discover EXACTLY what those words meant so that we would not fall into errors of understanding? This seemed pretty simple and logical to me. I brought the issue up with my Minister and was set down in a pretty firm manner. I was told that, in the first place, the Holy Spirit "reveals" the truth to the faithful if they will only pray for guidance, and in this particular case, the guidance was given to use this passage in this way. Further, I was told, it was not necessary to be "informed as to the vagaries of translation," because of this very reason, and if a person begins to question their pastor or teachers of the "faith," and to question the Bible itself, then it was clear that these questions were being stimulated by Satan and, consequently, I was in "grave danger" and needed to do a LOT of praying to save myself from falling into this pit!

Naturally, I was frightened by this pronouncement. I searched my conscience and carefully monitored and examined every thought and feeling, searching for the inroads made by Satan. I prayed diligently and fervently. I mean, God said it, I believed it and that settled it! It was a closed, comfortable system with no ambiguities. And I could see that the system was a good one: it caused people to be kind, honest, sacrificing of personal comfort for others, loyal and so forth. Devotion to these values was a hallmark of the faith along with the confidence of the "rightness" of their belief.

But, as I struggled with this issue, it was becoming increasingly clear that nothing could be allowed to challenge the system and this troubled me. What was so fragile about it that it could not withstand questions and challenges?

I plunged into a veritable frenzy of prayer and fasting that was intended to extirpate these questions from my mind. I saw them as the influence of Satan - that a mind that sought knowledge was a curse - and doubt was the wide road to Hell.

One Sunday during this time, I was sitting in church during the Pastoral prayer. I was praying hard along with the Minister that God would send the Holy Ghost to me to help me understand all that I needed to understand.

Suddenly, I heard a buzzing noise, or a crackling sound, similar to the sound of bacon sizzling in the pan, and the voice of the pastor and the resonant "amens" from the congregation became very far away and metallic sounding exactly as if I were hearing them broadcast from a loudspeaker under water.

This shocked me and my eyes snapped open to see if my vision was impaired because I thought I might be having a stroke or something. I was completely dismayed to see that the Minister, standing at the podium, gripping the stand with both hands, his eyes closed and his head thrown back in the profound drama of his praying, was overlayed with a shimmering, living, image of a WOLF!

It was exactly as if a film was being projected onto him where the image of the wolf, in full color, was a sort of "alter ego" and all the expressions of the pastor were corrupted and twisted by the matching expressions of the wolf, When the Minister would move his hands or shake his head, so did the wolf. Every move of the Minister's mouth was exactly matched by the gaping jaws of the toothsome figure from Hell! It was not a solid figure, it was a "projection of light," so to speak.

I quickly looked around the sanctuary to see if this was a complete delusion, and was shocked to see similar "overlays" on all the people there. Many of them were sheep, but there were also pigs and cows and other creatures represented.

I was HORRIFIED! I was sure that the Devil had me now for sure! Here I was, in the middle of church, seeing our beloved Minister in the guise of a WOLF! It was damnation for certain!

I closed my eyes and prayed harder. The sound anomaly continued and I opened my eyes to peek again. The wolf was still there dramatizing the mellifluously intoned pastoral prayer.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and prayed and prayed and rebuked Satan and finally began to just repeat the Lord's prayer over and over again to drive this image from my reality. Soon, it began to taper off and die away and when I opened my eyes again, the wolf was gone and I was VERY relieved to have won this battle with Satan.

A couple of Sundays later, we arrived a little late, expecting the services to be already started. We were surprised to see the congregation all gathered outside the church door, milling about like lost sheep. We discovered that the Minister had done a "midnight flit," so to speak, leaving the church in a bad way, having embezzled a huge amount of money from the funds that were supposed to pay the bills for the building and supply the various organizations. There was even a bill for dock rent for a rather large yacht that the church was also paying for, unbeknownst to all the members. All the expensive furnishings of the luxurious parsonage were gone, the mortgages on both buildings were on the verge of foreclosure, the electricity was about to be shut off... and the Minister and his family were gone to parts unknown.

I was stunned. I realized that my "vision" was exactly what I had been praying for: the Holy Spirit revealing the "truth" to me, and I had rebuked it and cast it away!

This resulted in shift in my faith in my own ability to be "in touch" with God, or whoever was in charge of this Universe. Clearly, I had been shown the truth under the surface, and my self-doubts and belief in the authority of others had interfered with my communion with Holy Spirit.

So, this gave my studies a little boost. I understood an essential thing: if you truly pray for guidance, deeply and sincerely, it WILL come, but it may not be what you want to hear or believe and it may go against what others are saying or teaching.

But this, of course, raised other questions. The most dominant was how was one to tell when it was a misleading influence and how to tell if it was truly a Divine Revelation? If a number of people are claiming that the "Holy Spirit" is giving them revelations, and these revelations are contradictory, then somebody is wrong or all of them are wrong. And we have only our knowledge and reason with which to analyze and compare.

In Christianity, we generally find rejection of knowledge and reason. Nothing is allowed to challenge the system No ambiguity can be tolerated. All who believe differently are a threat; therefore, we must keep up our guard against them and their father, Satan, or at the very least, convert them to our way of thinking. One way to prove that we are "right" is to convert others to our view!

This leads to another thing about my religion that really bothered me. My protestant family was appalled when my uncle married a Catholic and his sister converted to Catholicism. According to many protestant religions, Catholics are members of the "Church of Satan," the "Great Whore of Babylon." But I could clearly see that these Catholic Aunts of mine were far better Christians than the "saved" members of my immediate family. This exclusion by virtue of a single point of doctrine, being "born again," struck me as a VERY judgmental and un-Christian attitude. It also brought up the standard questions about what happens to those people who never have the opportunity to "hear the word and be saved." That did NOT bespeak a loving and merciful God!

But, at some point, honesty and sincerity of the heart, if it exists in a person, will cause them to question the correctness of this view. Honesty made me ask questions, and the evasiveness of the answers, or the attacks directed against me because of the very asking, gradually removed the scales from my eyes and I began to see. I began to see the "standard religion" for what it truly is: a CULT.

In the beginning, I believed that the Bible was an infallible, inspired, "God Given" book. Every jot and title were the very words of God. To question this was a sin. God was not the author of doubt.

However, after the experience discussed above, and other similar visions that were more personal, I began to read and think and doubt.

Tennyson wrote:

"There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds."

The death of Christ, the sacrifice that he supposedly made: was it true? The standard Christian religion says that Jesus died for the sins of all. Then he rose again after merely three days in the grave, exactly as he predicted that he would (if you accept the myth).

Well, as one apostate theologian wrote:

"My friend, I would give MY life for a good cause if I KNEW that I was coming back in three days! Where is the 'sacrifice?'"

Jesus said: "ask and ye shall receive." Christians pray about things they wish to see happen or about things they wish to have. If the things they are praying about come about, everyone praises God. If the things do not come about, then "it just isn't God's will." But, with such a handy explanation for EITHER result, it reduces prayer to "six of one, half a dozen of the other." What will be, will be.

Why pray? Why not just do your best and hope for a good outcome? And, when you think about this, you realize that you are praying to someone for whom you have to make EXCUSES! "Maybe it wasn't God's will." Or, "We don't have enough faith for God to act." Or "God will act in His own time and not ours." Or "The ways of God are a mystery."

Excuses, excuses, excuses!

Jesus promised:

"If any two of you shall agree and ask... it shall be done."

Matt 18:19

That's a PROMISE. What do you want or need? Just ask! But it doesn't work and you know it!

The Letter of James says: "If there are any who are sick... call the elders... They will pray and the prayer of fiath shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up." That doesn't work either - or only works sometimes.... exactly as often as it works for people who DON'T pray to Jesus, or who pray to any of a variety of Gods or Goddesses.

These promises are taught to little children in Sunday School as TRUTH. They are promoted as divine teaching by a Savior who cares and loves, as promises that an all powerful, omniscient, perfectly loving God can and WILL perform. And worse yet: little children are inculcated with a feeling of intrinsic guilt and unworthiness because of "Original Sin." Every human attribute they possess, and everything natural is twisted and distorted and repressed for being the "Curse of Eve."

This naturally imposes a double burden on women. As long as women regard the Bible as the "charter of their rights," they will be the slave of men. For women, there is no escape from the degrading teachings of the Bible.

I say again:

• Christianity is a CULT.

• A cult has certain peculiarities, things one can and cannot do, things one must believe and pledge allegiance to.

• In Christianity, we are told a diverse set of things we should and should not do, most especially, how we must believe and in what.

• A cult does not save anyone from anything - it enslaves.

• A cult does not bring peace, it brings conflict.

• A cult is not freedom, it is bondage.

Christians claim that Jesus saves. What does he save you from? Lying?

There are lots of folks who are not Christian who do not lie. Does he save you from adultery? Only you can save yourself from adultery. Does Jesus save you from cheating? Lots of "born again" folks aren't saved from that because, of all things, they cheat themselves.

If we take away the "standard religion," what do we have left?

Our correspondent wrote: [One] who is not afraid of expanding the scope of physics into quasi-religious areas...."

So, without religion we have a person who believes in their God-given personal strengths and weaknesses, a person who seeks always to strengthen the weaknesses and to moderate and use wisely the strengths. We have a person who believes in the worth and dignity of every individual and who does not classify people according to their beliefs, their lifestyles or other criteria.

Jesus said: "By their fruits you shall know them..." I wish to point out that the idea of "being born again" or "saved by a confession of faith" is only a matter of degrees away from the Inquisition, the Crusades, and the arrogant destruction of thousands upon thousands of human beings, their cultural artifacts, and their social structures.

Those who claim that "Christianity is RIGHT," and excuse those who instituted the horrors that accompanied the IMPOSITION of this religion on the majority of the Western World, and the concomitant Dark Ages (a clue?) were just "in error, but their hearts were in the right place," are kidding themselves. There is very little difference between proselytizing your religion as being the only "Right" one and killing another person for not believing as you do. I repeat: it is only a matter of degree.

How often have you read the bumper sticker that says: "Christians aren't perfect, just forgiven." The arrogance and self-righteousness contained in that remark underpins a Fascist mindset that ought to terrify anyone who reads it.

Without standard religion and its Fascist burying of the talents of knowledge, one can pursue the free and disciplined search for truth and meaning.

But, our correspondent also wrote: "Conventional religion is just like conventional maths. It's where we should automatically go. Conventional religion is simply a matter of openness to God, if he exists, and asking him to download some software, if he exists....

Well, I have to differ in this opinion. "Conventional religion" cannot even remotely be equated to conventional math.

Math is based on knowledge, reason, work, observation, studious attention to repeating factors - based on facts, in fact.

Conventional religion cannot make that claim in any sense of the word.

"Conventional religion" takes an attitude toward the Bible that is "non-critical." It considers the Bible divinely inspired and not to be studied like other literature with a view to determining the dates and authors or the sources which went to make up the various writings included in the canon of scripture.

The touchstone of orthodoxy is to insist on a literal interpretation. It is thought that if one thinks that the Bible doesn't mean what it says about the world being created by God in six days, then there is no obligation to take the Bible seriously when it says "Thou shalt not commit adultery" and "<i>Christ </i>died for our sins." Therefore, to take a critical approach to the Bible is in itself a denial of faith.

Even a relatively superficial study of the New Testament quotations from the Old Testament reveals a bewildering number of variations. Not only so, but there is a large number of manuscripts of the Bible with many differences among them.

We would all prefer to live in certainty and not uncertainty. We all would like to have an authoritative voice to tell us: "this is the way, walk ye in it!" But, it seems that it is part of the Divine plan to withhold that certainty, to FORCE us to seek and ask questions. Those who do not, are burying their talent.

Our weak human nature shrinks from this uncertainty and "absolutizing" religion is one attempt to overcome this uncertainty.

My journey, after coming to these conclusions, has been a journey of liberation. I have NOT been liberated from faith in God, but that is another story. I have been liberated from my mistaken ideas that God can be found in the pages of a book... clearly a little God.

As a critical believer, I am concerned with God in a different way. I do not believe that God, even by divine choice, has limited His actions to what people can discover from reading the Bible or belonging to a "conventional religion." God is far greater than that!



Amazing Grace
Part III

A Sufi saying states:

"Religion is like a garment. One has to know how it fits before one can take it off."

As a Christian, I was corrupted by believing that what I had was the absolute knowledge of life and death. I was burying my talent for dear life!

Emerging from this "cocoon of self-reflective awareness" was a VERY painful ordeal. The idea of abandoning Christianity altogether was simply too frightening to consider, so I proceeded by stages.

Time and again I tried to "resubmit" my mind to the authority of the Bible and the "conventional religion." But it was like trying to force myself to believe that 2 + 2 = 5. I simply could not live in a faith that could not successfully stand up to a single question or criticism.

So, as a result of my deep study of Conventional religion which evolved from my intense desire to get closer to God, I found myself in the position that I was unable to affirm much of what my entire life had been based upon. I might add that I was dragged kicking and screaming to this conclusion.

"Born again" living became a crutch that protracted immaturity and did not promote true healing and growth.

There are many opinions thrust upon me for my departure from Christianity. Those who are still Christians see me as damned or "expelled from Eden" for daring to eat of the Tree of Historical-Critical" knowledge. They pray for me regularly.

Those in the "scientific" camp see me as having lost my mind for continuing to believe that there IS something to be accessed in spiritual practice - that we CAN communicate with higher forces.

Those in the "metaphysical" camp who think that communication with higher forces IS possible and probable, condemn me as well because the Cassiopaean Transmissions do not promote another "religio-cult" of salvation and do not tout the "space brothers" as the friends and benefactors of mankind, but rather emphasize the condition that is historically accurate, which is that mankind is asleep and his only hope of awakening is to be "tried by fire" and made strong in his own will.

So, it becomes necessary for me to talk about the process of the "Coming of the Cassiopaeans" in some detail. What was the process? How did I go about it? What "precautions" did I take? What validations are there that the material is in any way accurate?

All of these questions need to be addressed, and they are questions I have heretofore not dealt with due to the complexity of the subject. But it is a story of MIRACLES and events of amazing GRACE. It deserves to be told.

Our correspondent wrote:

"Conventional religion is simply a matter of openness to God, if he exists, and asking him to download some software, if he exists...."

Well, by this definition alone, I believe that the Cassiopaean Transmissions are, in fact, a "download" from God.

The communication was a result of my openness toward, and intense desire for, communication with God coupled with ASKING. Truly asking with no preconceived notions of how God should answer. No beliefs, no expectations, no demands that the answers conform to a pre-fab religious system.

After years of searching and study, I still believed that one could ASK and get an answer, that one could KNOCK and the door would be opened.

It is necessary, at this point, to go in another direction for a moment.

All my life I have been a "seeker" - a seeker of truth and meaning - because it is an essential thing to me. Some people are content to not know; but I have never been content - my curiosity burns at a white-hot heat almost constantly. And, behind it is a driving force that makes me unable to truly rest until I have discovered all I can about that which intrigues me - which is pretty much everything in existence!

During the years of study and search for God, I trained as a hypnotherapist and practiced and taught classes in hypnosis, relaxation techniques, and guided meditation for many years.

During the same period I was employed as a social worker for the State Department of Health and Rehabilitative Services. This gave me many opportunities for "continuing education" classes in psychology as well as a theater to observe and work with people who had severe problems both psychologically and in terms of simply dealing with life.

Many of these problems were concerned with deep philosophical issues, though the victims were, for the most part, unaware of these questions.

In a sense, it could be said that I sought to solve problems for others because I could not solve the most basic problem of my own existence - that no matter how hard I studied, what I tried, or where I turned, I could not find satisfaction for this "empty" feeling inside that I perceived as a need for God - for meaning and purpose - and to be content in my faith.

I studied other religious systems, mysticism, the paranormal and occult, and history in vast numbers of books, looking for, in effect, the "Footprints" of God.

Throughout my life I also had dreams and impressions of SOMEONE. I would awaken at night with the articulated thought reverberating in my mind: "where is he???" and feel utterly lost and bereft.

There was no rational explanation for this and perhaps much of my seeking was to find out what might be "wrong" with me that I felt such an "absence" in my life no matter how I sought to fill it with activity, family, and all the accoutrements of modern society.

No matter what I did, no matter who I was with, I felt alone.

And I had repeating dreams that all circled around a theme of tragedy and loss.

One of the earliest of these repeating dreams occurred when I was about 7 years old. This dream was of being taken by a group of uniformed men to a place in a wooded area and shown a grave with a baby in it. The baby's hands and feet had been cut off and I was told that this would be done to me, too. (Now, WHERE would a seven year old get an idea like this?)

A later dream (some years later) expanded on the theme by showing the grave with little hands and feet barely covered by the dirt accompanied by the sensation that these were loved ones.

In another dream, I was married to someone I loved very much and to whom I felt a powerful connection. In this dream, there was a sensation of danger and that somehow, I was the cause of this threat. I would see my husband leaving to go on a journey, and then a group of soldiers began shooting at him and I could see his body being cut to bloody pieces by the bullets.

The idea of my being "responsible" for this event, even if unwittingly, was emphasized in another dream. I knew that I was German and he was Jewish and it was German Nazis (members of my race) who were killing him, thereby making the connection of my feelings of "guilt."

I would always awaken from these very REAL dreams soaked in a cold sweat, with my heart pounding, and crying in soul deep grief.

At the same time, in my ordinary life, I had a REAL problem. The problem related to a SERIOUS distrust of ALL authority to the extent that I could not even allow my children to attend public schools. I would stay in such a state of "panic" anytime they were away from me that it was almost pathological! To put it mildly, I was known as an extremely over-protective mother!

The good side of this was that I became an obsessively thorough "researcher" into any idea that was presented to me as fact. I quite simply did not believe anything simply because somebody said it was true and had to establish the facts for myself.

And there was my obsession with the holocaust. I would try to resist it because it caused debilitating depression.

I read the first book about WWII when I was 11, and it was about the Polish Resistance in Warsaw. My Aunt played the piano and I regularly pestered her to play the "Warsaw Concerto" which had an effect on me like no other piece of music. This was probably due to the suggestive power of the name of the piece, but even that has a root in past and later events, as we shall see.

So, as time went by, my hopes of finding my "someone" faded and part of this was because I believed in the psychological interpretations of my "tender" and became convinced that I must "be happy" in order to "find happiness."

So, I shoved my dreams under the rug and married a man who was very religious because I saw this as a "stabilizing" thing. However, it turned out to be the weapon of my destruction which is another story altogether and not relevant.

My husband moved us to a place in the country where I was completely isolated. After the birth of my fourth child, I was completely bedridden due to pelvic injuries. It had been my habit for the previous years to stay so busy that I did not really THINK about things. But now, I could do nothing BUT think! And read. And write what I was thinking.

As I was getting better, I finally decided that I had to get this "holocaust business" out of my system. I had some "Time/Life" books about WWII with lots of photos; I spent days, even weeks, poring over these photos, examining each face over and over, looking into eyes; with no understanding of what I was looking for.

I told myself that I was looking for God. I needed to find out how such a horror could have come to be in the realm of an all-wise, loving God. What was this "evil" that existed in our world that opposed God? How could ANYTHING oppose God? What was the nature of this "rebellion?" What was the core, the seed, the reflection of the evil these people were looking at. I wanted to find something in their eyes, their expression, that would tell me something about how such a thing could come to be in a so- called civilized world.

I cried and agonized over these pictures for weeks or months. Every little child was my child. Every woman was me or my mother. Every man was... HIM.

Then I had THE dream. It was a replay of the dream of my husband being shot by the soldiers, only in this dream I ran after him crying "Wait for me! I am coming!" and I stood up on the rail of a balcony reaching my hands to the sky, and stepped off.

And a voice that I have experienced several times in my life spoke to me clearly as I awakened telling me that this WAS my past life.

I understood then that I had taken my own life in despair over the loss of my husband and family, and my grief and longing, frozen like a snapshot in that moment of supreme anguish and death, had been carried over into this life.

So, I KNEW. And, it was really a terrible thing. I felt like my whole life was a lie.

I KNEW why I could not feel about things as other people did. I KNEW this husband of mine who had been taken from me in such terrible circumstances; I knew him so deeply inside my soul that all life was empty without him.

And, I understood what a terrible thing I had done to my husband of the present life and WHY he needed to constantly hurt and punish me. In some way he knew that when I went to sleep every night that the last thing I would think is "Where is he? Where is THE ONE?"

But, there I was... married, with children and obligations that it was not in my nature to turn away from. I was committed to the circumstances of this life and there was no choice but to go on and live as fully and well as I could and hope that in some future life, I would find "HIM" and my soul would be healed.

I submitted to the circumstances of my life and did the best I could. And because I so desperately needed to find peace and contentment with life as it was, I began to study and practice meditation in a serious way which led to a number of REALLY strange experiences involving PK, probable abductions, etc. which are not relevant to the present story.

Because of my deeply ingrained Christian upbringing, I continued to study the Bible for clues, long after I had given up the idea that it was the "inspired Word of God." I considered it in the same light as other "psychic literature," worthy of examination and comparison. As I studied, I became focused on the book of Revelation and the comparison of these prophecies to other "channeled" teachings.

During this period, many wonderful revelations came to me and I wrote a book at the dictation of these visions and entitled it "The Noah Syndrome." The central theme was "finding the Spiritual Ark" in order to achieve Metamorphosis to the promised restoration of the Edenic State. I mention this because it is strange that I became so focused on "finding the Spiritual Ark," and I did, indeed, later "find my Ark."

The almost incredible events of this "channeling" process of "The Noah Syndrome" will also have to be told elsewhere, but I will mention in passing that things which were "given" to me to know back in 1985 and 1986 are now becoming popular ideas in metaphysics as well as in scientific circles.

But, back to the narrative: I had inherited a property with my mother and brother which was my mother's home. It was a large piece of acreage and it was becoming increasingly apparent that my mother was no longer able to maintain it. It was agreed to sell it which meant that I had to find a new house for my mother to live in. While I was house shopping for her, I stumbled on this wonderful huge, old house that was within my budget even AFTER buying a house for my mother.

The house needed renovations, but I just loved it, including the fact that it was in the center of the old part of a nearby town. Living in the country had been fine during my period of illness and enforced study and meditation, but I needed to be more centrally located for my work. Commuting had become an ordeal that was inhibiting my full recovery.

My husband was happy living in a rural setting because it was close to everything he was interested in, but the children and I had had enough. As a result of being so far away from everything, we seldom did anything other than what was necessary. Artistic and cultural pursuits were limited because it was so far to drive to get anywhere.

So, we had a terrible argument and for the first time in our marriage, I stood up for myself and the children and told him I was buying the house whether he liked it or not, and the children and I would move there and he could come or not as he liked!

And, I did.

Well, the relationship simply deteriorated from that point on, but in the new house I was able to do a lot of extra things that had been denied to me when we lived so far out in the woods. I now had more time for other things. I made new friends, expanded my hypnotherapy client base, and also was able to respond to requests for consulting for a firm of attorneys and private investigators.

This last item was a super school for learning to discern between truth and falsehood and also learning ways and means of digging up or eliciting information that was hidden or layered under lies and confusion. I can't talk too much about the range and type of the work because it was and continues to be confidential, but it gave me an excellent opportunity to expand my skills in dealing with "aberrant" thinking and certain types of situations that followed patterns of antisocial behavior.

I also expanded my repertoire into the field of Spirit Releasement Therapy as written about by Dr. William Baldwin.

Prior to this time, I had dealt with what I would call "minor" possession type situations, but I had addressed them in the standard clinical modes. At one point, I innovated and serendipitously effected a "release" of a six year old boy. After becoming aware of Dr. Baldwin's work, I realized that I had sort of naturally fallen into this type of therapy as a result of this "innovation" which arose out of frustration that the standard modes were not working.

Then, my youngest child became ill. She was so sick that I was afraid that she would die, and I decided to put everything on hold to be with her. I reduced the activities that were draining and stressful and began to think about doing something that took less time and energy so that I could devote myself to the care of the baby. We were used to two incomes, and we certainly were going to continue to need such with mounting medical expenses that were not covered by insurance.

In the daily paper, I read an ad for a scriptwriter. I had no real writing experience except in writing case narratives, business reports and legal documents,(and a channeled book) but I figured I could write anything, and I had heard that such work paid well in terms of time and energy expenditure. Besides, I was curious as to who, in this backwater area, would be wanting a scriptwriter for television! So, I called. And that is how I met Freddie.



Amazing Grace
Part IV

In 1991 I met Fredric Irland who was, at the time, a production assistant to a man who produced and directed infomercials. I had answered an ad for a "television script writer." The fact is, I was mostly just curious as to WHO would be in need of a script writer in this small town. I did need less stressful work that I could do at home, but this was more in the way of "breaking the job search ice" than a call to which I attached any expectations.

I mention this because it has turned out to be a clue to "activation" of universal potentials. I have learned that when I act in the "mind of a child," and with no emotional attachment or anticipation to a given outcome, the universe has a marvelous way of responding with all and everything that is needed. But, that is really getting ahead of the story, because I didn't KNOW that then!

Freddie answered the phone. During the course of the "phone interview," the questions concentrated on my possible qualifications for the job. I frankly told him that I had none. Yes, I had written an unpublished book that was sort of "channeled," one of my hobbies was astrology which, even though I had a computer program to do the calculations, still required a lot of writing; I had written a lot of case reports during the years I worked for the State as a social worker; hypnotherapy case reports, and consulting reports and personality profiles for a firm of attorneys and private investigators.

All of these areas of experience interested Freddie enormously and, after finishing with the basic talk about the job, we moved on to discuss metaphysics and so forth. I mentioned that one of my hobbies was astrology and that I had a nice computer program that produces interesting charts. He wanted me to do his chart, so he gave me his birth data, which included his town of birth, Ypsilanti, Michigan.

We had a long and interesting conversation, discovered that we had read many of the same books and held many of the same opinions about various phenomena, and so on. He made arrangements to visit me in a couple of days to pick up the horoscope, and that was that.

Well, a few minutes after I hung up the phone, it rang again. It was a wrong number, but the crazy thing was that it was a woman calling long distance trying to contact her relatives in Florida and she wanted me to help her find their number. She mentioned that she was calling from Ypsilanti, Michigan! Needless to say, I did a "double-take!"

At the appointed time, Freddie visited. I had an impression of him from his voice, that he would be a very large, portly, man. But, he was, on the contrary, VERY tall and thin.

We began a series of conversations that went on for months. He made it a habit to visit at least once a week. AND, he got me the job as the "script-writer."

So, we were involved on a friendly and professional basis. My ex-husband was jealous of this friendship, but not in the ordinary way, since Freddie is very "androgynous" in appearance and manner. In fact, many people think he is gay. The truth is: he has absolutely NO interest in sex or physical relationships of any kind. He is very much like a child in an adult body, though there is nothing childlike about his intellect.

Anyway, after a long while of discussing philosophy and science and metaphysics in general, and sharing the "Noah Syndrome" with him, the subject moved on to aliens.

You have to understand that, at the time, I was a "flaming skeptic" about aliens in general and specific. I had spent so much time poking around in people's heads in therapeutic ways, that I had determined that such "sightings" and claims of "abductions" were simply a "drama" to express some hidden or repressed elements of the subconscious. I would not even read about them after reading Whitley Streiber's book "Communion" and Ruth Montgomery's "Aliens Among Us." The stories were so "crazy" to me, and smacked of such deep "repressions," that I simply could not consider them to be "real."

Over the years my hypnotherapy had evolved and I found myself doing a lot of "past life regressions" at the request of many clients. This led to an in-depth study of past life therapy, which proved to be so effective that I "specialized" in it. I did not really "believe" in reincarnation, but I figured that, if a person needed to create a drama to resolve an issue, it was fine with me. Whatever works! It was just one of the many tools I used to get people functional and at peace.

The reason I held such a skeptical view was that I had endeavored over the years to establish some "facts" from many of these sessions, and, as the record shows with other therapists, it is very difficult to get verifiable facts in such cases. I became very knowledgeable in history and sometimes it happened that folks knew or described things that were very obscure, but very often, when one attempts to check names and dates, they can find nothing, or another explanation can be offered for their knowledge in the event of a "confirmation."

I was trying to keep an open mind, but at the same time, I was somewhat "clinical" and "scientific" about it all. So, the subject of "aliens" and "abductions" was only of interest to me as an "archetypal drama" of the subconscious mind. The fact that there was so MUCH of it in recent times, I attributed to a sort of "mass hysteria," (which I had also studied) which was communicated rather like the "100th Monkey" syndrome - via the "collective unconscious." I called it the "Millennial Disease," because it had certain factors that were rather like an illness. The purported "physical" effects, I attributed to "stigmata" like effects, or "poltergeist" events.

I knew that the mind can do MANY strange things; so I pretty much had a neatly sewn-up theory about it all, it was labeled, categorized, and tucked into very organized "files" in my mind. So, when Freddie wanted to discuss the alien "business" as a "reality," we fell into a LOT of disagreement. He would shake his head in wonder at my stubbornness in refusing to admit that there was anything "real" about it at all. We were at an impasse on this subject. I even became "contemptuous" and sarcastic when referring to it. I had another name for it: "The Alien Rapture Theory," which I held to be about as reasonable as the various "Pre-Tribulation, Mid-Tribulation," and "Post-Tribulation Rapture" theories of the fundamentalist Christians.

So, 1991 passed. Through a series of unusual connections, a chiropractor acquaintance of my mother's asked to see the baby because he had a theory about her illness which was tentatively diagnosed as cystic fibrosis. Since the allopathic routine was having little effect, I didn't feel that I had much to lose, and I agreed. After five "adjustments," I was able to take her off of half her medication. The chiropractor suggested raw goats' milk, and once she was switched to that, she began to thrive. Within another six months, she had regained her weight and no longer looked like a famine victim. Today, she is perfectly normal in every respect except for a tendency to asthma when she catches a cold and has to be watched for that.

In 1992, Freddie and I came up with the idea of "contacting" a "higher source." We had been discussing and reading about channelling for a long time, and we had examined a lot of case histories from the old British SPR files, the Cayce files, and as a result of our studies and discussions on the subject, we decided that contact with true "higher sources" was, in fact, possible.

Part of this theory was that the reason other "sources" proved to be so "human" and "fallible," was because an initial error was made in the thinking of the channels. They assumed that a higher source could just be "called on the phone," so to speak, and that was that. We theorized, from the few flashes of "light" we could discern in the vast body of material, that an occasional "higher level" being would try to communicate, but was prevented by a number of factors.

The chief obstruction being the "cloud" of lower level beings and thoughts that apparently surrounded our realm like a curtain. These "dark thoughts" were, in my opinion, the result of "programmed" religious teachings.

By this time, I had much experience in Dr. Baldwin's Spirit Release techniques, and had even encountered what I would call a REAL cases of possession by dark entities that were not "dead dudes." And, I had many conversations with both "dead dudes" and other types of entities. For the most part, they often said exactly the same things that many channeled teachings say, but when pressed for sources themselves, it became clear that, as Edgar Cayce said:

"A dead Presbyterian is just that: a dead Presbyterian."

They had a perspective that we don't have in the body, but the level of knowledge is simply not, for the most part, any greater. And, in fact, most knowledge gained by human effort surpassed this information.

Yes, as I began to accept the idea of "dead dudes" because of my work and all the material I was collecting, I began to wonder if there was anything truly "higher," and if so, what it was and how "high" could one really go?

In my research on the subject, I identified the second obstruction which I called the "transducing factor" which was related to the evidential idea that a truly higher level source simply could not make a full and secure connection because it would be like trying to run a 110V appliance on 220V current. If it was a "higher" source, by definition, it's energy would so overwhelm any human recipient that it could not be sustained.

There were many case histories that supported this hypothesis, and many examples of people who went mad after trying.

For the most part, it was clear that such efforts posed many dangers as explicated in extensive readings in ancient literature and various Eastern teachings.

Our analysis of the various methods presented its own problems. Relative to the theorized "high voltage" of such "higher sources," we decided that the only way to make such a contact was to combine the energies of two or more people as a "receiver," and then to attempt to "tune" the receiver with repeated acts of "intent." In this way, we felt that the "cloud" or "veil" could be penetrated rather like "breaking" through a dyke.

Clearly, the only real way to combine energies as a "receiver" was to use some form of "communication" that REQUIRED more than one person. The obvious answer was a board type instrument. Naturally, this requires a high level of trust since each person must endeavor to be "clean and clear" in their participation, and must trust that the other is making similar efforts. I felt that Freddie was as sincerely interested in the experiment as I was, so that trust was established.

Another consideration was to keep the psyche "clean" and allow it to "tune" without energy drains from other things that might be "plugged" in. So, this brought in the elements of Spirit Release Therapy which we employed regularly on ourselves as a form of spiritual hygiene. I utilized, in a modified form, Dr. Carl Wickland's method of what I call "Spirit Viewing," on myself, and did the work with Freddie directly.

This "Spirit Viewing" technique has many other interesting applications in terms of discovering the true nature of any given individual without violating free will, and I still employ it regularly. I have always found it to be accurate, even on occasions when I initially doubted that what was seen could be true. As an aside, I will note that most "interfering energies" present themselves in archetypal symbols of a fairly homogeneous character - a fascinating field of study in and of itself.

So, we thought we had a pretty good theory and we decided to put it into the test phase keeping in mind the dangers.

We began. We met every week to sit and attempt contact. Except to say that we spent many months receiving just nonsense before we "graduated" to "dead dudes," I will leave this subject hanging in the background. I have a dozen or more notebooks which record every motion of the planchette for over two years.




Amazing Grace
Part V

The year passed. It was now 1993 and we had been engaged in our "experiment" for some time.

Meanwhile, a local 12 year old girl was reported missing. I was very shaken by it because, when her photo was displayed on the television, she looked so much like my number two daughter that I almost began to cry! I was surprised by my emotional reaction! And, even more surprised when I "saw" in my mind's eye that the girl was dead, naked, wrapped in what looked like saran wrap, lying in a stand of pine trees. I even had a "sensation" of the general location.

Of course, every psychic in the area jumped on the bandwagon and were leading the cops around here and there and saying that the girl was alive, but hurt and locked up in somebody's shed or well house. Naturally, this led to everybody in the county running out and looking in their sheds, their neighbors' sheds, and so forth.

One of these local "psychics" who had heard of my ongoing "channeling experiment" as well as my previous work in criminal investigations, called me to ask if I would help her out a bit from behind the scenes. I flatly told her that the girl was dead. She practically accused me of murdering the child by my lack of faith!

As it happened, the new Administrator of the Sheriff's department was a guy I had gone to school with many years ago and he knew of my other work. He called and asked my opinion and told him what I though just from cold analysis. But, I added that I had experienced a strange "insight" in this case and this interested him greatly. I suggested the general direction in which the search ought to be made, but before he could act on it, the girl's body was found - within the very area I had indicated. Local hikers had found the body; it was stripped, had been hosed to remove all traces of evidence, and wrapped in plastic sheeting.

So, my friend decided that he wanted me to go out to the sites and see if I could "sense" anything else. I told him that this really was NOT my forte, and that I probably only had the "insight" because of the emotional reaction to seeing the face that was so similar to my daughter's. But, because he was rather desperate for a solution on behalf of the family, who were personal friends of his, I agreed to just give it a try. At the very least, I told him, if I have all the facts, I can write a profile.

As an aside, and because it figures in the following events, I need to inform the reader that I had been suffering from a heart condition since an illness in 1980 which had damaged my heart valves, and it was gradually getting worse, so I had to be rather careful about getting out and being too physically active! Traveling was very difficult for me. But, I felt a lot of sympathy for this poor family, so I agreed to have a look, expecting nothing special; a report that would lead to nothing spectacular.

It was about 20 miles to the location where the body was found. I drove around the area where the girl lived and just sort of tried to be open to any impression that might come. My objective was to see everything through the mind of the killer and get "into" his thought processes.

I have never considered myself to be psychic, just extremely good at analysis based on small clues. The solution to the murder is another whole story that is not relevant at present, so we will leave this subject hanging also.

Aside from solving the murder, there was a more significant result to these perambulations. The result of all this traipsing around and putting on that "mind," was that I became VERY ill. This was the very thing that I had been trying to get away from - it was just too stressful. Nevertheless, I had become involved again and the results were disastrous. I was ordered to bed for complete rest for ten days or longer, or risk being hospitalized.

After a few days of feeling on the verge of death, I began to feel better and my mind was in need of "entertainment," or so Freddie suspected. I asked him to bring me something new to read, and he arrived with a large grocery sack FULL of UFO and Alien Abduction related books!

I was FURIOUS!

I told him that I was NOT going to read them so he could just take them back! He set the bag down, laughed and left.

After awhile, the boredom became pretty severe, so I reached in and pulled out a book. It was "Missing Time," by Budd Hopkins. I was pretty amazed as I read this. It was NOT the flakey flim-flam of Ruth Montgomery nor was it the "Gothic Existential Angst" of Whitley Strieber. It was actually an attempt at "serious research!" I was surprised. And, more disturbing, I recognized many things that had been shoved under the rug in my own life were clearly evident in the lives of the people interviewed for this book - only they had reached a point of no longer being able to shove these "anomalous events" under the rug, and were exploring them and talking about them.

Reading these accounts forced me to look at certain things in my studies as well as my personal life with a new eye. But, after some consideration, I brushed that away because I could think of a dozen other explanations for the things that I had experienced.

I read on. Book after book. "The Interrupted Journey," "The Andreasson Affair," "The Alien Agenda," and so on and on.

By the time I finished I was sure of one thing and one thing only: there was a LOT of smoke!

On the one hand, they say "where there's smoke, there is fire," and on the other hand, the smoke obscures the source of the fire and the fire itself may be nothing more than a smoldering mess. I wasn't sure if this was a "manipulation" by the government to make people THINK aliens existed, or if aliens existed and were trying to make the government look guilty.

To further confuse the issue was the question, assuming the aliens were "real," as to whether they were "good" or "evil."

There was still my own explanation of the phenomenon, which, in my opinion, held a lot of water, but, it was clear that there were some puzzling elements here that deserved further study.

What a MORASS!

This was in March of 1993.

Meantime, another event occurred that was to change the whole tenor of my perceptions... to an extent.



Amazing Grace
Part VI

In spite of my deteriorating physical condition, I endeavored to continue working with my clients because there was such a desperate need for this type of work in the area.

Not long after I had been released from my sick-bed and the inundation of UFO books, I went to the market one morning, and there was a stack of pink flyers with "flea-market" type ads. I was looking for some additional computer equipment, so I picked one up and tucked it in my pocket. When I got home, I read over it and noted an ad for exactly what I wanted.

I called the number and talked to the woman. We began to chat about computers in general and specific. She asked, conversationally, what programs I used and I mentioned my astrology programs which piqued her interest. This led to questions which led to a series of remarks about my work. THAT piqued her interest.

She began to "probe" a bit about the subject, and then asked about scheduling a session because something REALLY strange had happened to her back in 1987, and it STILL bothered her and she wanted to know why, or at least get relief from the internal anxiety it had caused.

The story was that she had been to the funeral of an aunt, accompanied by her 16 yr old son, and they were returning home to Fort Detrick and were driving on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. (I don't remember where the funeral was.)

It began to snow, and she saw a very bright light ahead, off to the side of the road, sort of bluish white, and she thought that it was a light that had come on to illuminate a billboard since the snow had made things a bit dark.

She then said that what happened next was so strange that, even in remembering it, she felt strange and uneasy. She said that she felt a paralysis come over her hands and arms as though someone had taken control of the car.

I immediately recognized the prodromal "signs" of a "missing time" experience as described by Budd Hopkins, so I casually asked what happened next.

She said that this was the crazy part because she couldn't remember! It was driving her crazy! After seeing the light and feeling the paralysis, the next thing she remembered was sitting at a traffic light 50 or 60 miles down the road; did not remember making the turn off the main highway, and her son had just cut his finger on a tin of cookies he was trying to open. He was bleeding, and she "came to herself" saying "there's a towel in the back seat," to him. To further add to her dismay was the fact that she arrived home much later than she should have, but, at the same time, still had an almost full tank of gas.

She was SURE that it had been her aunt attempting to contact her psychically and she really needed to have an answer.

Well, the fact that she made no mention or claim about aliens made the whole thing VERY interesting to me. And, of course, I did NOT want to even suggest anything about "aliens," as I wanted to try to prove my theory about alien abductions being "psycho-dramas" in the same manner as past lives, and so forth. I just agreed with her that it might have been her aunt trying to "contact" her and that we could certainly clear the problem up quickly with hypnosis!

She made an appointment. I decided to make a videotape of this session rather than the usual audiotape. I wanted a record of my "proof" that the "alien abduction phenomenon" had another explanation!

On the evening of the appointment (she had asked for an evening appointment because of the fact that she was caring for an ill husband and needed to come at a time when her kids would be home to spell her), it began to storm terribly. I was sure she would NOT come out in such rain and expected a cancellation. But, she showed up. We went through the normal pre-session interview, and then talked a bit about the event again, as I wanted to get the times and details down. I wanted as many details about her general life situation as I could get so that I would have clues about areas of possible conflicts.

She said she was a real estate agent and also had the medical reports business under a government contract. She talked a bit about her children and her disabled/ill husband who was dying, and I was sure that the stress of caring for him was part of her problem; at the very least, an exacerbation.

NOTHING was said about "aliens." I carefully inquired about her interests and she had never even been interested in metaphysical things, much less aliens. She was sure that I was not going to be able to hypnotize her. But, she was a good subject and quickly went under.

Since this session is on videotape and has not been transcribed, I will just briefly mention the highlights. I guided her to the event and suggested that we go through it "frame" at a time.

The first time through, she jumped from the light on the side of the road and the sensation of beginning paralysis, to the traffic light many miles away.

We went through it again. This time she realized that the car had "parked itself" in the lot of a closed diner just ahead, and that she could sense "figures" approaching the car which terrified her, at which point she skipped like a scratched record to the traffic light again.

I was pretty determined to get to the heart of the matter. I realized that she might describe an "abduction," but I was planning to use several guided imagery techniques to discover if she was suppressing feelings regarding her childhood, her husband, her life, her aunt, or whatever. I was going to "expose" the alien abduction/missing time business as the psychodrama I believed it to be.

If ever there was proof that a hypnotherapist with a pre-formed belief cannot influence the recall of a subject, this case is a classic in that regard! I am ashamed to admit my assumptions now, and I freely admit that it was not the proper approach to the problem, but then again, the subject was not claiming to have been abducted by aliens - at least not consciously. And I was going to be very careful to not lead in any way so that the "experiment" would be uncontaminated.

So, we went through it again. This time, when we got to the part where she saw (or sensed) the "beings" approaching the car, I had her "freeze frame" it and tried to "split the screen" to discover what was "behind" such images. But when I did, she began to writhe and twist and clutch at her arms and cry out in pain: "Stop! It hurts! It hurts! I can't! I can't!"

I asked her what she "couldn't do," and she said, "I can't tell!" I gave suggestions to overcome the discomfort and to remove the block, that she COULD tell... she was safe, it was past, and so on and on, and it was completely ineffective.

To say that I was puzzled and frustrated is an understatement. I had never encountered a blocked memory that I could not find some way to access. This was one of my specialties. I could always find the "backdoor" of the mind, ease the pain, and get to the root of the problem. But try as I would, nothing worked! She repeated: "I can't! I can't!" So, in frustration I asked: "WHY?" and her answer raised the hair on my head and chilled me to the bone: "Because THEY won't let me!"

For a few moments I was completely nonplussed. I had never encountered this "THEY" who could so effectively block memory and cause pain and suffering when attempts were made to access it.

I realized that I was clearly dealing with a deeply repressed trauma. I wanted to believe that it related to something in childhood, or perhaps even a past life, but I couldn't shake the eerie sensation that washed over me when she cried "THEY won't let me!"

I knew that I could not lose the professional "control" and I decided that perhaps she just needed to be in a deeper trance to access this information. But, I was not going to push any further at this moment. Sometimes a subject must be "conditioned," over time, so I started the suggestions that would make her feel good, make her LIKE hypnosis, make her want to do it again, and help her to go into a trance more easily in the future so that a deeper state could be achieved and we could "deal" with this thing. Then, I brought her out.

We discussed a future appointment and she agreed that she would like to try again and that was that.

Okay, fine. End of story? Nope.

Several days later there was an article in the St. Pete Times about a UFO sighting a few miles north of here which had occurred the previous night. I didn't think too much about it. Freddie, of course, was very perfectly gleeful about it, but I figured that, after so many years with never a single UFO in the area, (there had been no UFO sightings, to my knowledge, in this area since the 70s.) we were probably overdue for the "Millennial Disease." We live in such a quiet and sort of backward area that it generally took five or ten years for "fads" to get here. And, I was still thinking that this UFO business was a "fad."

The report of the sighting said that a family of five persons as well as a State Trooper had witnessed the 300 foot wide floating black boomerang, so it aroused a lot of interest because of the "professional" observer.

I hadn't heard of this particular configuration of craft, but I was frankly surprised at the synchronicity of a UFO sighting so soon after this "missing time" session with the real estate agent.

The day following the publication of this initial UFO article, there was an additional one. It seems that a LOT more people had seen the things over the previous days and they were encouraged to hand in their reports by the fact that a State Trooper was swearing he saw it too! And, the skin began to crawl on my neck again as I read that the FIRST sighting had been in MY neighborhood on the night, and at the exact time that I had been working with this woman who had the missing time.

The name of the woman who had witnessed the UFO in my area was given in the article and I looked her address up in the phone book and tried to call her. As soon as I mentioned why I was calling, the phone was slammed down, so it seems that she must have gotten some nasty calls about it.

I called the reporter who had written the articles but he wasn't able to add anything, so I decided that, given the fact she had described the direction, I would just go to her house and casually walk by and see what she might have seen.

My worst fears were confirmed. Looking in the direction she described in the interview, at the time she described (she was going to the bathroom while watching L.A. Law.), she would have been looking at an area that was directly OVER my house!!!

I was NOT happy about this turn of events! It gave me the absolute CREEPS!

And it made me think.

It was so strange a synchronicity that I couldn't help but think that the appearance of these craft related to our activities. I tried to sweep this thought under the rug, but it kept coming back. And that, of course, led to the thought of HOW this could be, and the only solution I could think of was something that related to "universal Consciousness" or God. And, if that was the case, then it might be that it was designed to get my attention. And, if it was designed to get my attention, what could be the purpose?

Well, there was a third article about this series of sightings - seems that a dozen or more people had seen the blasted thing all over the county - and this last article was designed to put it all to rest; it was a suggestion that what had been seen was a "stealth bomber."

My comfort zone was reestablished and I could rest at night.

For a while...



Amazing Grace
Part VII

Meanwhile, during the past four months my physical condition had been rapidly deteriorating and I knew that I needed to do something about it. I had been forced to reduce my workload to about three clients a week, and this was so draining that the entire day following a session was employed in recovery. I literally had no other life but my clients and the channeling experiment. My husband was very resentful of the time I gave to others. After trying various adjustments, it became clear that he did not really want to spend time with me, he merely resented that I spent time with anyone else. He wanted me to be available to do what HE wanted, when he wanted because he wanted to be waited on. He didn't understand that, even if I did nothing, I couldn't wait on him. He simply did not understand the difference between mental exertion and physical. My children were taking care of my house, which I would not have been able to do even if I had not being doing therapy.

The doctor had suggested mild aquatic exercise to strengthen my heart without further stressing it. The problem was, the only place to go for such therapy was a VERY stressful 30 minute drive away.

I was getting tired of being so weak and unable to accomplish all the things I wanted to do. I knew that I probably did not have long to live, but I wanted to make the time count. Here was this interesting puzzle to be solved, and I didn't have the stamina to do what needed to be done in terms of research.

I needed and wanted a swimming pool. So, I did what I always do when in need: I prayed. I told God that this was all very interesting stuff going on around me with these UFOs and abductees and so forth, but it simply was a waste of time to expose me to it because I was physically unable to respond to it effectively. A pool. That would help, I thought.

Since Florida had started it's lottery, we had sort of habitually bought a couple of tickets every week and I had won the daily "pick three" twice from numbers I had dreamed, though it only paid about 3 to 5 hundred dollars. It was not a big "thing," but I figured a couple of dollars a week was not really a "gambling habit," and I would spend as much for a couple of colas.

Two months after the UFO flap, on July 2nd, 1993, and just a few weeks after my prayer about my condition, we won the Fantasy Five game, which was a new feature that played three times a week. The take on that night was over 15 thousand dollars, so I had my pool.

It wasn't ready until the middle of August. But, I was happy that it was ready in time so that the children and I could "baptize" the pool by floating on our rubber rafts and watching the Perseid Meteor shower.

August 16, 1993. The children were excited to stay up and watch a meteor shower in the pool and had rushed out at about 10. It gets really dark here only after 9 in the evening in the summer time. I rested to prepare for the exertion and went out to join them at eleven o'clock. Three of the five children were out there with me. My eldest daughter was on a date, and the baby was in bed.

I slid into pool for the first time, and was SOOOO happy and grateful to have it! We started looking in the direction that the meteors were supposed to be found and there were favorable viewing conditions. No moon, clear sky with only a slight upper level haze from the humidity, and the ambient light was minimal.

Suddenly, my twelve-year-old daughter cried out "LOOK! Overhead!" Thinking it was a meteor, I immediately looked up... only it was NOT a meteor... it was a 300 foot wide black boomerang, with a faint reddish glow, moving so slow and low that I knew, if I had been standing on the roof of my two story house, I could have reached up and touched it! It was gliding so slowly that we had plenty of time to note the "brushed matte black metal" underside; and we watched as it moved ever so slowly overhead, seeming to float more than anything else, and then continued south. It seemed to skim the treetops.

We were looking at each other and all saying at once: "WHAT WAS THAT?! " When my son shouted: "Another one!" and, sure enough, just to the west of the path of the first one, there was another. Every detail was identical as to altitude, speed, reddish glow, and UTTER SILENCE! And I WAS, at this point, in sufficient possession of my senses to TRY to hear something! Dead silence. And that struck me as odd since there are normally all kinds of night sounds: crickets, night birds, frogs and so forth. But, there was nothing; no sound.

We stood there in amazement for a few frozen moments and then the kids began to shout for their dad to come out. He came to the door and asked what all the excitement was about. The kids were saying: "We saw a UFO!" and he pooh-poohed and asked me WHAT we had seen.

I don't know why, and I will NEVER be able to explain it, but I was deeply distressed and I said: "It HAD to be a flock of geese! Clearly we are going to have bad weather because the geese are flying South early this year!"

He looked at me as though I were an idiot and pointed out that geese do NOT fly South in August, and, anyway, we ARE South!

I was VERY upset and confused. I went inside and called Freddie. He was very excited and said that he had just come in and that there was a message on his answering machine that he wanted me to hear. He rewound it and played it for me over the phone. Another friend had called him to describe having seen the EXACT SAME THING, only it had been seen an hour earlier! The guy was out in his driveway at 10 o'clock to try and see a few meteors, and had been overflown by the big, black boomerang, with his neighbor as a witness.

I was so upset that I had to go in my bedroom and sit and think. It was clear to me that, if I could not find a rational explanation for this thing, there was only ONE thing to think: either they were REAL, or I had contracted the "Millennial Disease" and was losing my mind.

It was a CERTAINTY that it was NOT a stealth bomber. The newspaper article had described them pretty thoroughly when the previous flap had occurred.

The first thing I wanted to know was: did anybody ELSE see it? I wanted to find others and TALK to them - ask questions - get a consensus of descriptions. I wanted to know that I was NOT crazy.

So, the next day I called a couple of the local television stations to inquire if there had been any reports of "strange objects" in the sky. One woman was very nasty and informed me that there HAD been a meteor shower. Well, I was NOT talking about lights flashing across the sky, and I certainly KNEW a meteor from a 300 foot wide black boomerang!

I received similar treatment from various other media sources I contacted to try and get some information. I was not comfortable enough to make a report of my own, so I was really trying to talk about the subject without even using the term "UFO." In retrospect, my reluctance to even say it is comical! There didn't seem to be any information to be obtained until Freddie called and said that the weather man on one of the television stations had mentioned that one of the "community weather observers" had reported several "flocks of geese" the previous night. Since I had tried to explain it to myself in these same terms, I thought that this might be a "hit." But that was all I was going to get from the "standard" sources.

I was frustrated at being "blown off" and treated like an idiot. I remembered that there was an organization where one made reports of such things: MUFON. Maybe they would know. I looked in the back of one of Freddie's books and found the phone number and called. I was given a local number, and called it. It was an answering machine that announced the director was going to be on vacation for the next two weeks, so I hesitated, but finally left my name and number and the fact that I wanted some information about a "possible UFO sighting."

It was well into September before anyone called me back and the guy apologized for taking so long. He suggested that, since the monthly meeting was the next day, perhaps I would come and give the report in person. I didn't know about THAT! I was not ready to hang out with geeks who believed in little green men and who probably wore plastic pocket protectors, coke-bottle glasses, and kept Mad Magazine rolled up in their back pockets! I mean, GET REAL!

The next day, the day of the MUFON meeting, I was NOT going to go. I was going to drop the whole subject. But, as the clock rolled around, the kids disappeared to various activities, the baby went off with her dad, and I was left at home alone. Surprisingly, my usual state of exhaustion was at a minimum and, with nothing to do I thought that maybe, JUST MAYBE, I would go and check this MUFON bunch out. It it was creepy, or if I became too tired, I could always come right home.

So, I went. I was surprised. There were no geeks. Not even a single pocket protector. And, these folks were certainly too old for Mad Magazine!

A discussion was in process and I listened for an hour or so until a break was called. I was amazed at how EXTREMELY intelligent these folks were! More so than average, in my opinion. And certainly brighter than the run-of-the-mill "New Age Groupie."

At the break, I was asked to sign a guest sheet, and the director recognized my name and asked me to talk about my sighting.

As I began to talk, the door opened (this was a public meeting room in a local library) and a big, bearded man came in. Everyone stopped while he got seated and the director introduced him to me. I was surprised at his name, which is an unusual Welsh one that happened to be my grandfather's middle name and had been his mother's maiden name. I went on with my little story and there were all sorts of questions asked. I made a drawing on a blackboard and that was that.

The gentleman who had arrived late was, apparently, well-known by the group as an "expert" which interested me as much as his name. He was apparently scheduled to speak and talked at length about the theories of Zecharia Sitchin. I was intrigued by the historical connections to UFO sightings, though I discounted the precise interpretation put on the Sumerian writings by Dr. Sitchin.

At the end of the meeting, I asked this gentleman where he came from and told him that his name was also in my family and he recognized my grandfather's name and told me that his father had been the younger brother of my great-grandmother. The only reason I had never known of him or met him was because there was a "religious" schism in the family. My branch abandoned the Baptist church and became Methodist. This was a HUGE scandal in those days, and the families broke off contact, particularly since they were all in the ministry. (What an ironic comment!)

So, having found a "long-lost-cousin-UFO-expert," we decided to have lunch. After lunch, we exchanged phone numbers and he promised to call and visit and continue our discussion. It was completely strange to meet this man who was almost an exact, male version of myself! (Physically) And, he was WONDERFULLY intelligent, articulate, informed, and clearly a scholar.

I decided that it would be nice for him to join Freddie and I for our weekly discussions.

Meanwhile, a most disturbing thing was happening. My physical condition, instead of getting better, had gotten worse from the first night in the pool. I visited several doctors and the consensus was that I was suffering allergies which exacerbated my already compromised cardio-pulmonary system. It was decided that I must have reached a sort of "critical mass" of allergen exposure on the night of the UFO over the pool. I had some relief from benadryl, but that was no solution. My body simply did not seem to be able to handle the toxins anymore.

I was constantly sick. I had a terrible rashes, welts, and all the mucous membranes of my body kept swelling to the point that my throat and nose would almost shut completely. The underside of my eyelids were so irritated that they oozed yellowish, sticky fluids constantly which made it difficult to see and my ears itched deep inside which nearly drove me crazy.

On top of all this, I would have "attacks" which began with a severe nausea and then I felt as though a fencepost had been driven through my chest and I would become unable to move. My breathing was labored and painful and I would break out in a cold sweat. The funny thing was that the symptoms were worse at night, starting at about 11:00 p.m. I reasoned that this must be the time of "critical mass" of the day's exposure to whatever allergen was active at the moment.

The doctor wanted to examine me in this "state," but an even more bizarre thing was that on the several occasions that my husband took me to the emergency room, the symptoms would cease as suddenly as they had started and the physicians were unable to get a handle on the situation.

I refused to check myself into the hospital for extended tests because, by now, I was thoroughly frightened at what was happening to me. When the nurse came to me with the papers to sign for admission, pushing a cart with an IV set-up on it, a voice clearly told me that if I allowed her to put that needle in my arm, it would be used to kill me! I felt like the most ungrateful and reprehensible of criminals when I declined to sign the admission form and said that I was NOT going to stay in the hospital. The doctors and nurses pleaded with me and gave dire warnings that I could die, but I was resolute, signed a release of liability, and went home.

But, no matter what was tried, I was NOT getting relief. I kept going every day and doing what I could, but I reduced my schedule to a bare minimum. I would rest all day on the days Freddie and I "sat for the contact," and often he and my cousin would come to visit and talk while I was unable to stand at all. I was so weak sometimes that I could barely lift my head. But, I could think and talk, and these visits gave me something to look forward to.

As my body deteriorated, my mind grew sharper and clearer. Among the many things we discussed were certain events of my life that, until the advent of the "alien interference" theory, had been completely inexplicable. Then, the lists of synchronicities were discussed in minute detail, (I have omitted a LOT of this material here for brevity) and a sort of consensus was drawn among us that, clearly, some ONE or some THING was trying to get my attention.

I did NOT like such a connotation. In the first place, I had studied too much, seen too much, and worked with too many troubled people to not understand the dangers of ego. When anyone starts to think they are "special," it CAN be a warning! Endless numbers of deluded people inhabit psychiatric wards lost in "magical thinking."

And, we had this problem of these aliens.

• Who or What were they?

• Could I find an answer?

• Was this part of the reason?

• Why would anyone or anything go to so much trouble to set up so many bizarre things to get my attention if I wasn't supposed to DO something about it?

And if I was supposed to DO something, they had certainly picked the wrong person because it was pretty clear that I was NOT going to live a lot.

This UFO business had another effect on me: I was grieving. I was mourning all the years I had spent studying and digging for answers and all the time I had spent putting those answers together, only to have it all trashed in one night by a stupid black boomerang for which existence, no rational explanation could be found.

It was a really pity party! I was crying inside over all the years I had shoved dreadful events of my life under the rug, refusing to look at them because they were SO bizarre and horrible, and now I was seeing the "signature" of some malevolent intelligence that was NOT unique to me and my experiences. If these beings, who, in my mind, were CLEARLY EVIL, had the power to interfere in my life to such an extent, even (and MOST OFTEN) during the times when I was deeply involved with prayer and meditation, what protection did ANYONE have? Were we, the human race, defenseless against these creatures?

I prayed for days. Finally I said:

"Okay God, if you exist, and if you are, in fact, a loving Father in ANY sense, and there IS something going on here that is supposed to get my attention, would you kindly help me to understand WHAT? And, if you expect me to DO anything about it... well, you are going to have to fix me up here because I am almost dead... and I WILL be dead soon. I can't suffer like this much longer. If you will show me the path, I will try to walk it."

At this point the miracles began to happen. Through a series of strange coincidences, within a week after saying this prayer, I found Reiki; and began to recover physically in ways that simply cannot be imagined. But, that is another story in and of itself. Just to make the point, however, I will mention that I was so overjoyed on the day that I was able to both wash dishes AND load and unload my dryer without collapsing from pain and exhaustion!

With my rapidly improving physical condition, I was gradually able to resume seeing clients and to study and do research. My knowledge of the alien situation expanded exponentially. I was reading everything I could get my hands on through mass market sources as well as black market. And for some strange reason, alien "abductees" were crawling out of the woodwork every time I turned around. I wasn't getting calls for stress reduction or childhood trauma or even past life regression anymore; it was all abductees! And just about every one of them was in a state of panic that needed immediate attention.

Over and over again I was applying the Baldwin techniques of Spirit Release in conjunction with the trauma abreaction processes that were necessary with abductees who were clearly suffering very serious Post Traumatic Stress. The SRT was having a very positive and healing effect in many cases, and it was part of my therapy to advise the client to cease any and all "metaphysical" activities - to close those doors and keep them closed until they had their strength back. Those who did, improved. Those who didn't - or couldn't, did not.

And, as I studied, the question inside me grew larger and larger. I had a TON of data, but it was so confusing that I despaired of ever making any sense of it at all.

Freddie and I had watched several "informative" videos about Al Bielek and Bob Lazar and so on, and we were sitting at the table with the board one night casually discussing them. There was a plate of cookies covering half of the board, and we were sipping coffee and dunking our cookies in it. I was puzzling over the statement of Bob Lazar that the aliens purportedly refer to humans as "containers."

I didn't think that the usual explanation of "container for the soul" was quite what was meant. This was rather a deep puzzle to me and I felt like there was an answer somewhere on the edge of my mind, but I just couldn't quite get to it.

We were just sitting there with our fingers lightly on the planchette, the "question" inside me growing larger and larger, when we heard three loud "claps" of "thunder" right over the house - actually, it was more like the house being struck with a giant hammer because it shook and "boomed" VERY nearby. It startled us and we ran outside to look up and see if a plane had exploded overhead.

The sky was completely clear; moon shining, stars twinkling. So, we went back and sat down with our coffee and cookies at the table.

After a few minutes, we put our fingers back on the planchette and resumed the "process" of just sitting and chatting. But, a funny pinching feeling and a tingle started at the back of my head that ran down my arm and the planchette began to move slowly in a spiral; spiral in and spiral out.

We did the normal thing and asked "is anyone with us?"

And, that was "first contact" with the Sixth Density Beings of Light who transmit through the radio source in Cassiopeia - thus, the Cassiopaeans.

It was very weak at first, but still had the unique quality of coherence and, finally, an entity who could SPELL correctly and did not wander around the board!!! Purpose of movement; economy of verbiage was clear from the VERY start.

But, unfortunately, we were not taping and we did not know if it was a fluke or not. So, we only have notes from the early sessions. After a couple of weeks of repeated contact and apparent strengthening of the communication, I bought a special tape recorder to tape the sessions.

I began to take the experiment more seriously!



Amazing Grace
Part VIII

Now, this event, the Coming of the Cassiopaeans, occurred 11 months to the day after the sighting of the black boomerang over my pool. From August 16, 1993 until July 16, 1994. This number and dates were later to prove significant in a number of mysterious ways.

Some people have suggested that the extreme "allergy" symptoms that I suffered were "radiation poisoning," resulting from the close passage of the overhead black boomerang shaped craft, but I can't say for sure. I do know one distressing thing about this UFO: within 3 months of the sighting, my prize Collie, Dannyboy died. He had started to just waste away immediately following the UFO sighting in August and died on November 13th. The vet was as baffled as I was by this and all efforts to discover the cause of his illness had been made to no avail.

I suppose that the emotional "intensity" of our "call" had increased after these events because I was so distressed by them and really was ASKING the universe for some answers! Whether this can play a part in such things I can't say, I only mention it in passing.

The Cassiopaeans have things to say that do NOT generally mesh with what is given by the weekly "channel o'choice" as my friend Blue Resonant Human AKA Density4, describes them. And, it is interesting that several of the issues from the very first sessions in 1994 have become rather more "publicized" by the work of other researchers in the years since.

But there have been a number of notable results of this "superluminal" communication with "ourselves in the future."

When my son, who is now 16, was born, he exhibited some peculiarly "adult" terrors and reactions to a number of things. I will not describe every detail, but, being involved in the work I have been for most of my adult life, I knew that this kid had something strange going on.

As I have already noted, even as a hypnotherapist I can't say that I ever actually "believed" in reincarnation. I used to tell people that I "believe in nothing, I just assign probabilities." As I have already said, I used past life therapy in my work because it WORKED, and not because I believed in it.

I will repeat that, from my point of view, if a person had to make up an elaborate past life scenario in their subconscious mind to escape from a labyrinth of emotional torment, fine with me!

When my son was old enough to start talking, he would tell me about his secret friend, "Janie," and his black dog "Sam," and his brothers. He is the only boy with four sisters.

One day when he was still in diapers, a big military transport plane flew overhead rather low and he began to jump up and down in excitement and point at it and informed me that he could fly such a plane! That this is what he "used to do in the war!"

Not long after this, he developed asthma in a BIG way - hospitalizations almost every week, drugs, oxygen, nebulizers, etc. He also began to have very bad nightmares. Soon, this very physically perfect child exhibited some problems running - he was dragging his left leg. The doctor said "Osgood Slaughter's disease."

I would see my son sitting on the ground in the shade while other kids were playing, and I would ask him why he wasn't playing and he answered that his "back hurts."

Naturally, I took him to numerous specialists, all of whom said that, except for the so-called "Osgood etc" and the asthma, he was perfectly normal.

The nightmares increased and I was at my wit's end. When he turned nine, I decided that it was time to do a session. I had done all I could in the "accepted" ways; I needed the cavalry to come in.

I made the general and usual (for me) suggestion that he should "go to the point in space/time when problem began and describe to me what he is experiencing."

He launched into a terrifying description of being at the helm of an airplane and being shot down. It was so traumatic that I immediately took him away from direct experience and had him view it on a "screen" at a distance. (This works for getting details where there is a lot of emotion involved).

The trauma was quite intense and I decided that it would be better to work on this one a little at a time, so we just dealt with part of the experience and I gave some "feel good" suggestions, and "healing" suggestions and that was that. This had been about three years before the Cassiopaean contact, and he DID have considerable relief from the asthma and nightmares, so we decided to just leave the issue alone for the time being unless and until more symptoms emerged and became unmanageable.

As a part of the "testing" phase of the contact, I decided to ask about any past life information for my son. I was the only one present who knew what he had told me under hypnosis and had never discussed his childhood remarks with anyone in the room, so I thought it would be a good test of the source. If the only information that could be obtained was what was in my mind or my son's mind, that at least would demonstrate a form of telepathy.

So, I asked the C's about my son's physical problems. Their answer was "past life death trauma."

I pressed for some details. To make a long story short, they gave a name, an airplane type, that he was flying a recon mission over Thailand, and was shot down by a SAM during the Viet Nam war. Then, they gave the dates of birth and death of the individual. They also said that in the half minute or so prior to death that my son's leg had been blown off at the hip, his spine snapped in 17 places, and he breathed in fire from the exploding missile and that all of these effects were at the root of his present physical problems. A most definite "past-life death trauma," as they say.

I really had no idea how to check any of this out, and was also so busy over the next few months that it slipped from my mind.

A friend read the transcript of this particular session, a Mr. Terry Rodemerk, a computer consultant who had begun to attend our channeling sessions regularly, and he asked me if I had ever checked out the name and dates. I told him no, and he asked if he might do so. Sure!

A few weeks later he produced a piece of paper on which was written the name, rank, place and date of birth and date of death of this very same name the C's had given. He had gotten this information from the Viet Nam War Memorial Website. And it matched!

I was astonished, especially since the hometown of this individual was only about 150 miles from our home. Still, I did nothing. I mean, what do you do? Try to find a relative and call them and say "I think my son is your dead, departed, husband, father, brother or whatever?" Naaaah!

New Year's came and I was clearing my desk and found the slip of paper. I wondered if there was anyway to confirm the MODE of death - i.e. the SAM - as an actual fact. So, I got the idea that it might have been written up in the news of that small town.

I called the newspaper there and inquired. I explained that I wanted to know how this individual died for a "research project on war heroes." I was told that the files were so old that they were archived in boxes in a storage building. But, the woman suggested that I call the library, as they might have such copies that go that far back.

I called the library. There wasn't much. The librarian found the name and dates of death and the little bit of information about where the burial took place and which funeral home handled the arrangements. All this was listed in the genealogy section. She then mentioned that "Oh, that funeral home is still in business. Maybe they would have a copy of the article." (Thank God for small towns.)

She gave me the number of the funeral home and I called. A woman answered and I made my inquiry as to whether they would have a copy of the news article about the death of this named person. She asked me to wait a minute, and in a few seconds, a man's voice came on and asked me WHY I wanted this information and WHO was it that wanted to know?

Well, I had not prepared a real story because I never imagined that I would be asked such a question. I did have sense enough to not mention anything about channeling, just that my son gave information about a former life which indicated that he might have been this person, and I mentioned that he had talked about his plane, his dog and brothers, and that he had been shot down by a SAM over Thailand.

The man said "My God! I can't believe this!" He proceeded to tell me that he had been a friend of the deceased and had also handled his funeral and