John Winston wrote:
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> Subject: A Long Time Ago. Part 3. Mar. 1, 2008.
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> 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]
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> Subject: 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.
>
> More- http://www.rense.com/general81/dimen.htm
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>
> John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
Beasts, Draconian Legends, Shape ****fters. . .
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