Subject: A Long Time Ago. Part 2. Mar 29, 2008.
This shows how earthpeople treat spacepeople when
they do great things.
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Everything had happened so quickly. Thao was still
at my side, her face reflecting disgust and sadness,
rather than anger.
Another glance at the panel revealed a new scene -
of the sphere pursing the ants in their hasty
retreat, not only with the camera, but also with the
d-adly beam. The rest of the swarm, which I
estimated to comprise six or seven hundred, were
being decimated. Not one was left a-ive.
The sphere returned to its earlier position above
the beach and produced a special tool with which
it combed through the carc*****. I could see one
of the astronauts seated at her desk, talking into
her computer. This prompted me to ask Thao if she
was supervising the work being carried out.
"At the moment, yes, for this work was not
originally scheduled. We are taking samples of
these creatures, pieces of lung in particular,
in order to analyse them. We think that certain
types of radiation have produced this mutant
form of creature. In fact, ants do not have
lungs but the only logical explanation for
their sudden gigantism is..."
Thao stopped short. The camera was relaying
a picture of the men now re-emerging form their
shelters, gesticulating wildly at the sphere.
They were holding their arms open-wide and
prostrating themselves on the ground. They
repeated this pattern.
"Can they see this vessel?" I asked.
"No. We are at an altitude of 40 000 metres,
and, further, there are presently three layers
of cloud between the planet and us. On the
other hand, they can see our satellite and I
think it is to that they are addressing these
gestures of gratitude."
"Perhaps they take the sphere to be a G-d
which has saved them from ruin?"
"It’s quite possible."
"Can you tell me what is happening? Who are
these people?"
"It would take too long to explain to you,
Michel, especially now with so much activity
in the vessel, but I can satisfy your curiosity
by explaining briefly.
"These people are, in a way, the descendants
of certain ancestors of people existing still
on your planet. In fact, a group of their
ancestors peopled a continent on the planet
Earth about 250 000 of your Earth years ago.
Here, they possessed a civilization which was
very advanced but, having raised enormous
p-litical barriers between themselves, they
finally destroyed themselves, 150 years ago,
with the atom." (JW That statement of 150
years ago could be a mistake and they may
have displaced a decimal when putting down
the number.)
"Do you mean - a total n-clear w-r?"
"Yes, brought about by chain reaction. We
come, from time to time, to take samples in
order to study the degree of radiation still
existing in various regions. Sometimes too,
just as a few moments ago, we help them."
(for scandinavian readers - some similar
things was shown the swedish co-tactperson
http://www.galactic-server.net/rune/ante-ufo.html
Ante Jonsson in 1984 - It is quite clear
that they have tried to give all klnd of
warnings to earthpeople in the last years.
-comment
"But they must take you to be Go- himself
after what you did just now!"
Thao smiled and nodded her head. "Ah yes,
that's certainly true, Michel. They take us
to be go-s, exactly as, on your planet, certain
of your ancestors also took us to be gods.
Still, they talk of us...in the past on earth
those BIG pleiadian/lyran giants was taken to
be -ods - from the more primitive earth-people
watching & their "miracles" and technique. I
see the r-ce from Thao's people possible coming
from the same cosmic family. More on this info
translated to norwegian
http://www.galactic-server.net/rune/etgen.html
here - from Lyssa Royals quite logicial
c-annelings and from information from the
con-acts from
http://www.galactic-server.net/rune/indexsemjase3.html
Semjase. (r-ø-made - not from book on the
Thao-contact)
I must have shown complete surprise, as Thao
threw me a look of amusement.
"I told you a moment ago that my explanation
is somewhat premature.
We'll have plenty of time to talk of this
again. Besides, that's why you are with us."
With that, she excused herself and resumed
her place in front of a "screen-desk". The
images were changing rapidly on the panel. The
sphere was on its way up and we had a view of
a whole section of the continent, on which,
I noticed in places, patches of green and
brown.
The sphere took its place again within the
vessel and we departed.
We flew over the planet at a breathtaking
speed and I allowed myself to be imprisoned
in my armchair by the force field.
On the screen were images of the waters of
an immense ocean. We could distinguish an
island, which "grew" rapidly.
It seemed to be a very low island although,
for me, the problems of estimating dimensions
were very real.
The entire procedure, already described, was
repeated. We stopped above the coast and, this
time, four spheres left the spacecraft and
descended to the island. On the panel I could
see a beach which the camera was scanning.
On the water's edge lay what looked like
thick slabs, around which were gathered n-ked
men - the same kind we had seen earlier. They
didn't appear to have noticed the sphere and
I assumed that this time, it was at a much
higher altitude, in spite of the ever closing
images we were receiving.
On the panel, we could now see the men
carrying one of the slabs into the waves. It
floated, as if made of cork. The men hoisted
themselves up on to it, grabbed large oars
that they handled skilfully and the boat took
to the open sea. When they were a good
distance from the shore, they threw out
fi****ng lines and, to my surprise, almost
immediately, pulled up fish of what seemed
a respectable size.
It was quite fascinating to see how these
men were surviving, and to be capable of
helping them, as if we were go-s.
I had released myself from the force field,
wanting to go and study the other screens
that were receiving different images. Just
as I was about to venture from my seat, I
received an order, without hearing a sound:
"Stay where you are, Michel." I was stupefied.
It was as if the voice was inside my head.
I turned my head in Thao's direction and she
was smiling at me. I decided to try something,
and thought as hard as I could, "T-lepathy
is great, isn't it Thao?"
"Of course," she replied in the same manner.
"It’s wonderful! Can you tell me what the
temperature is down there at the moment?"
She checked the data at her desk. "Twenty
eight of your degrees Celsius. By day, the
average temperature is thirty eight degrees."
I said to myself if I was deaf and mute,
I could communicate with Thao quite as easily
as I can with the spoken word.
"Exactly, my dear."
I looked at Thao with some surprise. I had
been making a personal reflection and yet she
had intercepted my thoughts. I was a little put
out by this.
She gave me a wide smile. "Don't worry,
Michel. I was merely being playful and I ask
that you forgive me.
"Normally, I only read your thoughts when
you ask me a question. I just wanted to
demonstrate what is possible in this domain;
I won't do it again."
I returned her smile and redirected my
attention to the panel.
There I could see a sphere on the beach,
very close to a group of men who didn't seem
to notice it. This sphere was removing sand
samples from a spot about ten meters from the
group. By te-epathy, I asked Thao why these
people were unable to see the machine.
"It's night," she answered.
"Night? But how is it that we can see things
so clearly?"
"Special cameras, Michel - something like
your infra-reds."
Now I better understood why the images
received were less "luminous" than on our
preceding stops. However, the close-ups were
excellent. Just then, on the panel, we had a
shot of a face apparently that of a female.
It was really horrible. The poor creature
had an enormous gash where her left eye
should have been. Her mouth was positioned
to the right of her face and appeared as a
tiny little opening in the middle of her jaw,
around which were lips that seemed fused
together. On the top of her head, a single
tuft of hair hung pitifully.
We could now see her b-easts, and very
pretty they would have been, if one of them
hadn't had a purulent wound on the side.
"With br-asts like that she must be young?"
I asked.
"The computer puts the age at 19 years."
"Radiation?"
"Of course."
Other people appeared, some of whom were
perfectly normal looking.
There were males among them, with an athletic
build, who looked to be in their twenties.
"What is the age of the oldest? Do you know?"
"At present, we have no record of anyone
older than 38 years, and a year on this planet
is 295 days of 27 hours. Now, if you look at the
screen, you can see a close-up of the g-nital
area of that handsome and athletic young man.
As you will note, the ge-itals are totally
atrophied. We've already worked out, from
previous expeditions, that there are very few
men actually capable of procreation - and yet,
there are great numbers of children. It's the
survival instinct of all r-ces to reproduce as
soon as possible. Thus, the obvious solution
would be that the males capable of reproduction
are "s-uds". This man must be one of them, I
think."
Indeed, the camera was showing a man of
about 30 years perhaps, possessing physical
attributes certainly capable of producing
offspring.
Part 2.
John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
A Long Time Ago. Part 3. Mar. 1, 2008.
Here Michel is fed some manna.
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We were also able to see many children coming and
going around small fires on which food was cooking.
The men and women seated around the fireplaces were
taking cooked pieces and sharing them with the
children. The fires seemed like wood fires, but I
couldn't be sure. They were fuelled by something
shaped rather like stones.
Behind the fires, slabs similar to the boats seen
earlier, were piled and assembled so as to form
shelters that looked quite comfortable.
In the camera's field of vision, no trees could be
seen - perhaps they did exist, because I had noticed
green patches earlier as we flew over the continent.
From between two huts, some little black pigs
appeared, pursued by three furious yellow dogs, only
to disappear rapidly behind another hut. I was
dumbfounded and couldn't help but wonder if I really
was looking down on another planet. These humans
looked like me - or rather, like Polynesians - and
here were dogs and pigs. It was all more and more
surprising...
The sphere began to return, as did the other
spheres no doubt, that were being monitored by
screens I couldn't easily see from my position.
The operation "return to ****p" was initiated, and
all the spheres "reabsorbed" without incident,
the same as before.
I assumed we were about to leave again and so
installed myself comfortably in my seat, allowing
the force field to restrain me thus.
Some moments later, the suns of the planet
appeared, two in number, then everything dwindled
rapidly, just as it had done when we left Earth.
After a time, which seemed quite short, the force
field was neutralised and I understood that I
was free to get out of my seat.
This was a good feeling. I noticed Thao
heading towards me accompanied by two of the
"oldest", if I can say so, of her companions.
I remained standing beside my seat before the
three astronauts.
In order to look at Thao, I was already
obliged to raise my head, but when she
introduced me, in French, to the "elder" of
them, I felt even smaller. The latter was
easily a head taller than Thao.
I was completely astonished when she,
Biastra, spoke to me correctly, although slowly,
in French. She placed her right hand on my
shoulder, saying, "I am delighted to have you
on board, Michel. I hope that all is well with
you and that it continues to be so. May I
present Latoli, the second-in-charge of our
spacecraft, myself being what you would call
"Commander-in-Chief of the Alatora." (Alatora,
in their language, is the name given to their
super long-distance spacecraft.)
Turning to Latoli, she spoke a few words in
her own language and Latoli too, placed her
hand on my shoulder. With a warm smile, she
repeated my name several times slowly, as would
someone who had difficulty pronouncing a new
language.
Her hand remained on my shoulder and a feeling
of well-being, a definite fluid sensation,
passed through my body.
I was so obviously overcome by this, that the
three of them began to laugh. Reading my
thoughts, Thao reassured me.
"Michel, Latoli possesses a special gift,
although not rare among our people. What you
have been able to experience, is a fluid which is
magnetic and beneficial, and which emanated
from her."
"It's wonderful!’ I exclaimed. "Please
compliment her on my behalf." I then
addressed the two astronauts. "Thank you
for your welcome, but I must confess I am
absolutely astounded by what is happening
to me. It really is the most incredible
adventure for an Earthling such as me.
Although I have always believed in the
possibility that other planets might be
inhabited by human-like beings, I'm still
having a hard time convincing myself that
this is not a fantastic dream.
"I had often discussed things such as
t-lepathy, extra-terrestrials and what we
call "flying saucers" with friends on Earth,
but they were just words and grand phrases
uttered in ignorance. Now I have the proof
of what I had suspected for so long
regarding the existence of parallel
universes, the duality of our beings, and
other unexplained occurrences. To experience
all that I have in these last few hours is so
exciting it takes my breath away.
Latoli, admiring my monologue, uttered an
exclamation, in words I didn't understand but
which Thao immediately translated for me.
"Latoli understands your state of mind
perfectly well, Michel." "As do I," added
Biastra.
"How could she have understood what I said?"
"She has "dipped" te-epathically into your
mind while you were speaking. As you must
realize, tel-pathy is not hindered by language
barriers."
My astonishment amused them and perpetual
smiles played on their lips. Biastra addressed
me.
Michel, I am going to introduce you to the
rest of the crew, if you will kindly follow me."
She guided me, by the shoulder, to the furthest
desk, where three astronauts were monitoring
the instruments.
I hadn't yet approached these desks and,
even in Astral body, I had not paid any attention
to the read-out of these computers. The glance I
now gave them immobilised me completely. The
numerals before my eyes were in Arabic! I know
the reader will be as surprised as I was, but
it was fact. The 1s, 2s, 3s 4s etc. appearing
on the monitors, were the same numerals that
occur on Earth.
a possible vision from such ****ps - here
Rune made the picture for illustating the
http://www.galactic-server.net/rune/verdant.html
VERDANTs contacts.
Biastra noticed my astonishment. "It is true,
isn't it Michel, for you there is one surprise
after another. Don't think we are having fun
at your expense, as we totally understand your
wonder. All will fall into place in good time.
For the moment please allow me to introduce
Naola."
The first of the astronauts rose and turned
towards me. She placed her hand on my shoulder,
as Biastra and Latoli had done. It occurred to
me that this gesture must correspond to our
handshake. Naola addressed me in her own
language and then she, too, repeated my name
three times, as if she wanted to commit it to
memory forever. She was about the same size as
Thao.
The same ceremony followed each time I was
introduced, and thus I officially made the
acquaintance of all the members of the crew.
There was a striking resemblance between them.
Their hair, for example, varied only in length
and shade, which ranged from a dark copper to a
light golden-blond. Some had longer or broader
noses than others, but all had eyes of a color
which tended towards light rather than dark,
and all had very neat, well-shaped ears.
Latoli, Biastra and Thao invited me to sit
down in one of the comfortable seats.
When we were all comfortably installed, Biastra
moved her hand in a particular way near the
armrest of her seat and-I saw coming towards us,
floating in the air - four round trays. Each
carried a container of yellowish liquid and a
bowl of something whitish with a consistency
similar to fairy-floss but in granulated form.
Flat "tongs" served as forks. The trays came
to rest on the arms of our seats.
I was quite intrigued. Thao suggested, if
I wished to partake of this refreshment, I
might like to follow her lead. She sipped from
her "glass and I did likewise, finding it
quite a pleasant-tasting drink, similar to a
water-honey mixture. My companions used the
"tongs" to eat the mixture in the bowls.
Following their example, I tasted for the
first time what we, on Earth, called "manna".
Similar to bread, it is however, extremely
light and without any particular flavour. I had
eaten only half the amount in my bowl when
already, I felt satisfied, which surprised me
considering the consistency of this food. I
finished my drink and, although I couldn't
say I'd dined in fine style, I experienced a
sense of well-being and was neither hungry nor
thirsty.
"Perhaps you would have preferred a French
dish, Michel?" asked Thao, a smile twitching
on her lips.
I merely smiled, but Biastra snorted.
Just then, a signal drew our attention to
the panel. In the center, and in close-up,
appeared the head of a woman, resembling my
hostesses. She spoke rapidly. My companions
turned slightly in their seats to better
attend to what was being said. Naola, at her
desk, entered into a dialogue with the figure
on the screen, just as our television
interviewers do on Earth. Imperceptibly, the
shot changed from the close-up to a wide angle,
revealing a dozen women each in front of a
desk.
Thao took me by the shoulder and guided me
over to Naola, installing me in a seat in
front of one of the screens. She took a seat
next to me and addressed the people on the
monitor. She spoke for some time, rapidly,
in her melodious voice, turning frequently
towards me. From all evidence, I was the main
topic of conversation.
another picture made for the
Verdant contacts
When she had finished, the woman re-appeared
in close-up, responding in several brief
sentences. To my great surprise, her eyes fixed
on me and she smiled. "Hello Michel, we wish
you a safe arrival on Thiaoouba."
She waited for my reply. When I had overcome
my surprise, I expressed warm thanks. This, in
turn, elicited exclamations and numerous comments
from her companions, appearing again in a
wide-angle shot on the screen.
"Did they understand?" I asked Thao.
"Tel-pathically yes, but they are delighted to
hear someone from another planet speak his own
language. For most of them, this is quite a rare
experience."
Excusing herself, Thao re-addressed the screen
and, what I assumed was a technical conversation,
ensued, including Biastra. Eventually, after a
smile in my direction and a "see you soon", the
picture was cut.
I say "cut" because the screen did not simply
become blank; rather, the image was replaced by
a beautiful, soft color - a mixture of green and
indigo blue - which produced a sense of
contentment. It gradually faded after a minute or
so.
Turning to Thao, I asked what it had all meant -
had we rendezvoused with another spacecraft and
what was this Thiaba or Thiaoula..?
Part 3.
John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
Brad Seiger And The Shadow People. Mar. 2, 2008.
Here is some information from a person who I talked
with in Phoenix, Arizona a few years ago, Brad Steiger.
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Entering The Mysterious Dimensions Of Shadow World
By Brad Steiger
Ever since Shadow World (Anomalist, 2007) was released,
I have received dozens of remarkable accounts from
individuals who claimed that they had experienced
encounters similar to those re****ted in my book. They,
too, had interacted with mysterious multidimensional
beings who have entered our dimension of reality for
purposes that as yet appear to be beyond our present
capacity to understand.
Certain of my correspondents inquired whether or not
I had any accounts of individuals, such as they, who
had somehow entered the strange dimensions of Shadow
World and returned. As I read through the fascinating
new accounts, I found many comparable cases in my
files.
In February of 1971, shortly after an article of
mine on Time Travel had appeared in Saga magazine, I
received a letter from a gentleman named Al Kiessig,
who claimed the ability to walk through "doorways"
between dimensions.
In subsequent correspondence, Kiessig, whom I
found to be an open and sincere man, shared numerous
extraordinary experiences.
It was in Missouri that Kiessig found the "West
Door," the door of evil, and the "East Door," the
entrance into the Spirit World. According to Kiessig:
"At the West Door, the wanderers of the spirit world
can leave and enter our world clothed so as to be
seen as one of us--and no human eye can detect the
difference.
''There are two places, one in Missouri and one in
Arkansas, where I walked into this next door neighbor
of ours. It is very silent. It looks like our world,
but there is no sound, no wind, no sun, even though
it looks like the sun is ****ning.
"In the state of Missouri I found two fields that
had doors, or what I call 'vortexes': No matter
where you walked you would come back to your starting
place, and if you hit the center of the vortex, then
you would come out from a mile to two miles beyond
the place you entered in a section that would be
unrecognizable to you until you stopped and regained
your inner balance. Then the surroundings would
gradually become familiar.
"Each door is different, but it is my belief that
if one conId recognize these door openings, one
could pick the door in Arkansas that would permit me
to step into your front yard in Iowa.
"In the region of the Ozarks, it was nothing for
me to see into this other dimension. I could not
enter, but I could see into it, as if through a
large window; and I could see the people, live
people, who entered our world or dimension, using
the same mode of trans****tation so as not to give
themselves away as aliens. The question is who
are they?
"I have entered these 'doorways' while driving
and saved myself hundreds of miles of driving.
Unfortunately, the reverse has also happened to me.
"Some of these doors to other dimensions open
like an elevator door with no elevator there to
step into. Others open into a land of no life.
Some take you back into the past, and some take
you into the future on this world. Then there are
doors that open into chambers that send the body
to a distant star.
"This world we know as Earth is not the only
world inhabited by people like us. We must keep
our minds open wide.
"There is no way that I can prove any of the
events stated in this letter," Kiessig closed in
one of his long letters to me. "My word, which
is well known hereabouts to be good as gold,
must do."
Is it possible that some men and women may
have a peculiar psychic make-up which permits
them to transgress the boundaries between this
plane of reality and other dimensions?
Can these men and women be possessed of
abilities which enable them to travel to realms
of being normally unobtainable to those in the
physical body?
As Al Kiessig admitted, he had only his word
to substantiate his claims, and even though his
friends and neighbors in Arkansas might swear
by his promises and his oaths, such testimonials
do not stand up well under the critical scrutiny
of the scientific testing laboratory.
In the September, 1956, issue of Fate
magazine, Miriam Golding related an experience
which occurred to her in the fall of 1934 when
she stepped out of an elevator into another
plane of existence.
Miriam and her fiance were riding a crowded
elevator in a Chicago music store when she
inadvertently got off at the wrong floor and
found it impossible to push her way back
into the crowded car. Miriam sighed, prepared
to await the elevator car's return. Then looking
around her, she was astonished to see that she
was not in a downtown music store at all, but
a large railroad station.
She watched crowds of travelers hurrying about.
Railroad announcers gave times of departures and
arrivals. People bought tickets, grabbed
sandwiches and snacks from lunch counters, idled
impatiently in waiting rooms. Miriam approached
the Information Booth, but stalked away
indignantly when the girl seemed to completely
ignore her repeated inquiries.
At last Miriam noticed a to-the-street sign
and followed its direction into the open air.
It seemed to be a beautiful, mid-summer
afternoon. A new red brick building was being
constructed across the street from the station.
Crowds of people jostled by on the streets.
But everyone ignored Miriam and she had no idea
where she was.
She wandered aimlessly for several minutes
until she noticed a teenaged boy standing near
the center of the sidewalk, staring in all
directions. She approached the blond boy,
hardly daring to hope that they might establish
contact with one another. Then he noticed her
and smiled: "I guess they let you off at the
wrong stop, too."
Miriam immediately understood that however
fantastic, the same thing had happened to both
of them. Their mutual plight created a bond
between them, and they continued together down
the broad avenue.
The boy explained that he had been playing
tennis in Lincoln, Nebraska. He had gone into the
locker room to change his shoes, and when he
came back out to the courts, he found himself in
that same railroad depot. The two of them marveled
at whatever strange force could trans****t a
tennis player from Lincoln and a shopper from
Chicago to the same unknown train station.
Eventually they found themselves in the open
country where, amazingly, Miriam saw her fiance's
sister on a sandbar with a number of other girls.
They noticed her, too, and they began to call her
name and wave at her.
Her new friend became very excited. Perhaps the
girls formed some kind of connection or link
between dimensions. He hurried out of his clothes
until he stood only in his tennis shorts.
"It's not far to swim," he told Miriam. "They
see us! I know I can make it to them in a few
minutes."
The figures of the girls remained on the sandbar,
but the teenager, even though he was a strong
swimmer, could get no nearer to the girls and the
hoped for link between worlds. Exhausted, he
returned at last to shore and fell to the sand
in complete discouragement. When they looked
again at the sandbar, it had disappeared.
Miriam felt despondent. Would she be forever
trapped in this other plane of existence? Then
she became suddenly enveloped in darkness. She
felt as if she were floating through space.
With a jolt she found herself on a stool in
the music store, a magazine spread out before
her. A clock was signaling closing time, and
the clerks were directing impatient glances her
way. Miriam looked about for her fiance, but
she could not see him. She decided to go
directly to his home, but this time she would
take the stairs and avoid the elevator.
"'When I got to my destination," Miriam
Golding wrote, "my fiance opened the door. He
certainly looked relieved. He said he'd lost
me on the elevator.
After stepping out on the main floor, he had
been unable to locate me. Thinking I had gotten
off on some other floor, he had waited for a
while, then decided to go home."
Miriam entered the home and was surprised to
see her fiance's sister with the same friends
she had seen on the sandbar. The sister smiled
and teased her that she had seen her in town,
"but you were so engrossed in each other you
didn't even hear us!"
Where had Miriam Golding been during those
strange hours away from conventional reality?
What distortion of Time and Space made
downtown Chicago appear to be a river and a
sandbar?
How had the girls been able to serve as a
kind of link between dimensions, so that at
least some kind of communication, even though
false (they saw her with her fiance rather than
a blond teenaged boy; she saw them on a sandbar
rather than a crowded Chicago street), had
been established?
Mr. R. W. Balcom of Live Oak, California,
contributed a personal experience shared with
his wife. According to Balcom, the two of
them were traveling to Lake Tahoe during the
early morning hours. A few miles east of
Placerville on Highway 50, they stopped to
eat at a quaint and rustic-styled restaurant,
which neither of them had ever noticed on
any of their previous trips to the region.
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