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Buitenaardsen komen eraan!
Toen 300 jaar geleden de eerste graancirkel werd gevonden door een boer uit Engeland, was dat volgens velen het werk van de duivel. De boer trof in 1678 platgedrukt graan aan in zijn weiland. Dat moest wel het werk van de duivel zijn. Drie eeuwen later verschenen er opnieuw graancirkels, dit keer bij heiligdommen zoals Stonehenge en Silbury Hill. Biofysische afwijking Er zijn inmiddels vele duizenden graancirkels verschenen. Er zijn in de loop der tijd ook veel verklaringen voor dit fenomeen verschenen. Sommigen denken dat ze het werk zijn van grappenmakers of dat het gaat om reclamestunts. Ossebaard stelt dat ze worden gemaakt door buitenaardse wezens. De graancirkelspecialiste heeft zelfs contact gehad met deze ‘cirkelmakers’, die volgens haar in vrede komen. Volgens Ossebaard kun je gemakkelijk zien wanneer een graancirkel mensenwerk is en wanneer niet. In het laatste geval is er namelijk een biofysische afwijking te herkennen in het gewas. Het jaar 2013 was een bizar graancirkeljaar omdat het seizoen erg laat begon. Normaal gesproken begint het in april, dit jaar pas in juni. Het gewas bleef achter door de kou. Eigenlijk was 2013 de anticlimax van 2012, aldus Ossebaard. Lichtwezens Het begon allemaal in 1997, toen Ossebaard op een avond naar het huis ging van haar toenmalige vriend. Hij keek naar een golfwedstrijd op tv, dus ze ging alvast naar de slaapkamer. Daar kwamen plotseling zo’n 15 tot 20 lichtwezens van zo’n meter lang met wapperende kledij uit de muren. De wezens lieten haar de geheimen van de kosmos zien en zweefden tegelijkertijd door haar lichaam. Of deze wezens de cirkelmakers zijn kan Ossebaard niet met zekerheid zeggen. Ook lichtbollen of vliegende schotels zouden verantwoordelijk kunnen zijn voor de geometrische patronen in de akkers. “Ze hebben een hoger plan voor ons,” vertelt Ossebaard. “Het duizendjarige rijk van vrede is in aantocht.” De overvolle zaal – zo’n 100 mensen – knikt enthousiast. Volgens de graancirkeldeskundige willen de buitenaardsen ons vertellen dat we te veel bezig zijn met ons ego. Ze brengen emotionele en spirituele groei die ons leert ons ego te overstijgen. Bron: Studentenkrant.org Gerelateerd:
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The Oz Factor … Contact Through Human Consciousness? -part 4
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The Oz Factor … Contact Through Human Consciousness? - PART 4
Uri Geller: On Spoons & 5
By Kym Bidstrup
"Keem, you can do eet. Concentrate. Anyone can do eet!" Uri Geller's accent was as broad as his encouragement. He had hold of my wrist and was willing me to succeed. But in my hands, the cutlery simply would not budge.
Moments later, I was witnessing the spellbinding spoon-bender do what has baffled and divided people around the globe. He held the same spoon out from his body and began to stroke it lightly. I had earlier examined the spoon carefully for signs of trickery, I could not have been closer to him, as a young man I had studied sleight of hand for five years, and my then eighteen years as a professional journalist had brought with them a healthy scepticism, but I can only tell you what I saw. Uri furrowed his brow and directed my gaze to just above the bowl, and the spoon suddenly flopped as though molten. He stopped stroking it, and the motion continued effortlessly for a second or so. He then autographed the spoon and presented it to me. I still have it, and I still don't get it.
In order to explain how I came to become friendly with Uri Geller, it's necessary to tell you a little about myself. During the late 1980s, I was stationed in London as the Bureau Chief for Australia's Seven television network. Arranging an interview with Geller was a routine, albeit exciting, assignment. He was cordial and co-operative, proudly showing off his sprawling mansion in the picture postcard village of Sunning-on-Thames in Berkshire, complete with Uri memorabilia and artworks, including priceless original sculptures and drawings by the Spanish surrealist, Salvador Dali. It is just one of the houses he has dotted around the world.
Clearly, Geller did not have to curve any more cutlery if he didn't want to.
But it was metal of a different kind that had made his fortune, he said, and there was an Australian connection. Geller told me that for the past ten or so years he had been travelling the world for mega-mining corporations dowsing for minerals. His starting price, he insisted, was in the region of two million dollars – plus royalties (remember, this is the late 1980s!) and he had been extremely successful in finding gold, copper, oil, even diamonds in exotic locations including the Amazon jungle and the Solomon Islands. It had all begun, he said, with the Australian firm, Zanex Limited of Melbourne, and its pioneering CEO, Peter Sterling.
Geller was characteristically forthright about his dowsing success: "When I say very successful, from all the times that I did go and look for oil or diamonds or copper et cetera et cetera and minerals, I failed most of the time!
But I am on a much higher success rate than conventional exploration. So chairmen of the board who were daring, hired me on an unconventional way to look for minerals. And literally I found oil and I found gold and that made me millions." Geller said he worked initially from detailed maps, circling places he felt were promising, and then visited the actual location for a more accurate assessment. It was not, he admitted, an exact science: "I could be wrong! But there is nothing that I hide because every contract that I do says that it's a risk, and I don't guarantee. I mean, I'm not a robot. I'm not a machine that I can guarantee things to happen."
I was fascinated by my first meeting with this energetic and enigmatic character, but a busy work schedule left little time to reflect on individual assignments. But within a week I began to have the persistent feeling that I should make contact with Uri Geller again. And soon. I suppressed the notion as some sort of ego reaction at hobnobbing with the rich and famous. That is until it became urgent.
The feeling reached a peak one day at home when I was trying to fix a troublesome bathroom tap. My mind was suddenly flooded with rainbow images and the compelling desire to telephone Uri. Feeling extremely foolish and mentally speculating that I was the victim of a post-hypnotic suggestion, I rang. Uri expressed surprise but said there was obviously some "psychic link" between us that should be explored. When we met again he greeted me jubilantly at the front door and led me to one of his many bathrooms. There he proudly displayed a vivid rainbow shower curtain. It was the curtain, he insisted, that he had been installing at the time of my urgent vision. I admit the possibility of an hypnotic prompt planted at our first meeting, and I see no reason why Geller could not have rushed out and bought something in rainbow colours as a stunt.
Two things though. Let's face it, I am an obscure journalist from an obscure country and he is a wealthy world identity with little to gain by impressing me. And secondly, while I told Geller about the rainbow colours, I did not mention where the vision had occurred. I find it significant that we were both in bathrooms when this 'link' was forged.
Our 'connection' was to manifest itself many times over the several years I spent in England. On one occasion, I remember arriving at his huge house to find Uri opening the mail and suddenly being struck by the idea that someone should make a movie about his amazing life. No sooner had I voiced the notion than he handed me a letter from a world-renowned playwright with whom Uri had been negotiating to write a screenplay. It had arrived that very day. Another time Uri invited me to draw a simple diagram and try to transmit it psychically to him. Aware that old music hall magicians had developed a technique of recreating drawings by watching their subjects' hand movements and inverting them, I was careful to cover the sweep of my pen. Within seconds, Uri had produced an almost identical drawing. On another occasion, I watched bewildered as he sucked in his breath and clenched his fists, then moved a large nautical compass out of alignment, first one way, then the other without touching it.
The Uri Geller I came to know was a complex character. On the one hand he was renowned as a single-minded, even ruthless, businessman with the Midas touch. He traveled regularly to Europe and the United States in his capacity as a one-man corporation, a kind of Uri Inc. Among other things, he was an inventor – the Diamontron and Moneytron were particularly successful – an author many times over, psychic dowser and, of course, performer. He even had a Geller board game. Yet he spent unpaid hours poring over the first draft of what was, in retrospect, my pretty awful attempt at a first novel. He generously offered to write a foreword. He devoted many more hours suggesting agents and publishers who might be able to help me with my writing career.
He opened his heart and home to entertain a desperately-ill friend of mine who was recovering from a heart transplant operation, just because I casually mentioned her plight. He was devoted to his wife Hanna and their two children, Natalie and Daniel, and yet I never saw him spend much time with them.
The Geller legacy seems assured though. According to Uri, Daniel has now developed powers far beyond his own at the same age. But the person I saw constantly at Uri's side was Shipi Shtrang, a combination of manager, agent, business adviser, confidante and permanent house guest. He is also Hanna's brother and the man most often cited as Uri's partner-in-deception. Shtrang has been with Geller since the start. As a teenage entrepreneur, it was Shipi who arranged Uri's first performance at a Tel Aviv school hall in 1969. Uri was
twenty two, Shipi just fourteen. Both have always denied they are accomplices.
In one of our on-camera interviews, Uri made it clear he didn't need outside help to produce what he liked to call "the Geller effect":
Question: No chemicals?
Geller: Of course not.
Q: No mechanical devices?
G: Of course not.
Q: Sleight of hand?
G: No.
Q: No assistants?
G: No.
Everything that has been said about me in the past, of these chemicals and assistants and laser beams and all that, is nonsense. I mean, listen Kym, let's
face it, if it was not real don't you think I would have been caught by now, after fifteen years? It's ridiculous. I mean, come on!
Q: No trickery whatsoever?
G: No.
Q: Have you ever used trickery?
G: Never. The only time that I used something that you could call trickery is in my book, I reveal it. I have nothing to hide.
Q: Uri, a lot of people would say, why don't you just go to a reputable laboratory, sit down, do all their tests and let them decide, let's get this controversy over once and for all.
G: Look Kym, I don't want to start pulling out books here, but I have done all that in the past. I've done it! I've sat in Stanford Research Institute, I've sat in Lawrence Livermore Radiation Lab., I've been in Kent State University, I've been in the University of London. How long, how many times can I do it?
For a man who has been involved in a string of sometimes bitter lawsuits to protect his reputation, Uri could also appear downright cavalier about his image as a jet-setting super-psychic, more interested in show than substance:
Question: If that's all true, why do you insist that you're a showman? It conjures up the image of ...
Geller: Well, I am a showman! I am a showman! I was born a showman! I mean, look, everyone who appears on stage is a showman. Don't you think that President Reagan (then US President) is a showman? You think he is a showman and so do other people. But he's also a president. Everyone that can talk to people on the stage and entertain people is a showman. If there are people who are against me because of that it's their problem. There is no law that a person that has certain abilities has to live on a mountain and eat herbs in a cave!
Uri certainly didn't live in a cave.
But there's some truth in the herbal reference. I don't believe it's generally known that he is a strict vegetarian, telling me on many occasions that it 'amplified' his powers. He is also an exercise devotee. At the time we were seeing each other, he would rise early, jog around the village and surrounds for an hour, enjoy a massive vegetarian breakfast, then adjourn to his exercise cycle for another punishing hour and a half while he opened his mail, dictated anything he might be working on, and answered calls from around the world. It was an awe-inspiring sight.
Throughout history, charismatic figures have been said to influence people, events, the very space around them. An apparently tireless self-publicist, Uri would sometimes amaze me by playing down astonishing reports about himself. I was once present when, furiously pedalling on his exercise bike, he fielded questions from first Time magazine and then Newsweek on a story that was sweeping the US. Allegedly, Uri had given a secret briefing to high government officials in a top security Washington bunker after agreeing to beam 'positive thoughts' to the Russian negotiating team at the Strategic Arms
Limitation Talks. The prestigious news agencies wanted to know –understandably – whether an Israeli entertainer was bending Russian minds and American arms policy? Later, I questioned Uri about the story and found him uncommonly coy:
Question: Can you confirm that this meeting took place?
Geller: Part of the question, I can say, yes it's true the meeting did take place.
Q: And did it take place, as reported, in a sealed room, 'The Vault'?
G: Yes, it was because we were worried, or some people were worried that somebody could eavesdrop. It was a de-bugged room and so forth. The rest of the question, I cannot comment who was there.
Subsequent US reports claimed American security chiefs, US arms negotiators and members of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee were all present at the so-called 'psychic briefing'. As for Geller, he would only add that he had performed "sensitive security work" for several international security agencies. He declined to name them or the countries involved, but assured me it had always been "positive and not destructive".
During our talks, Uri also laid to rest one of the greatest myths surrounding his long and controversial career. While he has an enormous and educated interest in the UFO phenomena, he was not visited or controlled by extraterrestrial forces in flying saucers. At least not as far as he was aware. He admitted to embarrassment about the claims in Andrija Puharich's 1974
book Uri: A Journal of the Mystery of Uri Geller. They apparently arose from dreamlike hypnotic sessions during which Geller gave his imagination full rein. His fascination with space and space travel, going back as far as primary school, when he would entertain classmates with vivid sci-fi odysseys, is well-documented. Today, Uri admits there is a slight chance that "some of my energies do have some kind of extraterrestrial connection", but nothing more.
So what are we to make of Uri Geller? I have my own opinion. Many disagree. For millions around the globe the jury is still out. And Uri is wise enough to know that there's longevity – and a tidy living – in mystery: "Remember Kym, I told you in the beginning, that I need a safety device. I don't mind staying controversial. I would rather stay, sort of mystical – is he real or is he not?"
References
Puharich, Andrija. (1974) Uri: A Journal of the Mystery of Uri Geller.
Geller, Uri & Playfair, Guy Lyon. (1986) The Geller Effect.
My ET Experiences
By Tracey Taylor
From a young age strange occurrences became almost routine in my life. Iwould wake up some mornings feeling exhausted and dazed after wild dreams of being taken aboard spaceships where many bizarre things occurred. I was unable to accept that these were anything more than the crazy imaginings and dreams of my overactive mind, as those close to me would often put it. At primary school I had an invisible, giant friend to whom I would talk, and to this day I can vividly remember the warm, large hand that used to guide me around the play-yard, telling me jokes. At night I would sometimes have another visitor, whom I named Father Christmas, who made me feel uneasy and frightened as he entered my room. But by hiding myself deep down under the blankets, too scared to breathe, a strong sensation of calmness and securitywould suddenly come over me. I would then find myself floating in the night sky looking at the millions of shining stars around me.
At the age of five I was playing outside in the street with my friend from next door, when we saw what we presumed to be a plane heading towards us from the distance. It rapidly approached, descending at incredible speed, halting in
the sky directly above us. Thinking it was going to hit us, we ducked down low
as it descended below the telephone poles, before shooting off in the other
direction. Frightened and crying, I ran home to my mother who asked me what had happened. I frantically tried to explain to her about the strange plane. Not understanding the seemingly wild story, she comforted me telling me that it was illegal for a plane to fly so low.
From the moment I could hold a pencil I would draw. It was my passion and my gift. I started attending private art tutoring at the age of nine and began painting still life and landscapes. Spending so much time looking at my subjects, which were usually nature and people, I developed the ability to se auras. I believed this to be a fault in my eyes, until I came across a book on the subject a few years later.
In 1992, at the age of fifteen, I experienced a rapid onset of psychic and intuitive healing abilities, feeling a strong urge to heal people using my hands. However I had never before heard of such a thing, and those around me thought I was just excessively imaginative. With a deep sense of sadness I repressed those abilities for many years. I dealt with the opposition from those around me by continually believing their opinions about my seemingly outrageous imagination.
Unable to express myself freely or communicate to others about what was occurring in my life, I fell into a deep dark crevasse of doubt and confusion.
The more I would try to fit in at school and elsewhere, the bigger the tear became within me. I attended a rather hostile public high school in Geraldton, Western Australia, as a very shy girl who tried to keep to herself as much as possible. If I was asked to express my so-called 'ridiculous' point of view about the world, I felt very isolated when I was ridiculed by the other students and sometimes the teachers. My English teacher was mistakenly convinced that I was taking drugs because of the extraordinary short stories and poems I would write for assignments, often telling me in front of the whole class that I must be on something to come up with such crazy tales.
It all became too much for me, and by my final year of high school I had changed from a shy, gentle 'A' student, with my own way of thinking, into a rebellious, confused 'D' student who tried to fit in as best as she could with the other students. I denied my inner truth, so that I could feel accepted by others and not to have to put up with the cruel teasing and pranks I had endured since primary school.
In 1996 I was catapulted into the fashion world as a model after winning a competition. Having experienced so much previous invalidation and ridicule,the
anxiety and insecurity of who I was inside was now overlaid with the acknowledgment of who I was on the outside. I felt accepted and loved for the way I looked, which was validated by others. Underneath, the secrets in my life were building, and my insecurity growing. I was living a lie and it seemed there was nothing I could do about it.
I moved to Sydney to embark on a professional modelling career, which proved to be a constant struggle, emotionally and physically. In the house where my partner and I were living I began to see spirits and other strange looking beings, usually possessing awkward bodies and non-human faces. My dreams were becoming increasingly intense and obscure. Some nights I would not sleep, in fear and anticipation of what was to come. When I did sleep my dreams were bizarre, of undergoing physical examinations, or being in strange looking classrooms. Grey beings with large black eyes would sometimes telepathically teach me to draw and write symbols in the form of holograms. These would often extend from my hands via static-like beams of electric-blue light. I lacked energy, my self confidence suffered greatly and it became almost impossible to get out of bed in the morning because I was so tired. The model agency became increasingly suspicious and displeased because I was constantly calling in sick. I didn't know what to say to them. I could hardly tell them that I was up all night being abducted by little grey men and undergoing strange operations – I'm sure they'd have been really sympathetic! I couldn't even tell my partner what was happening, let alone my new employer.
It became increasingly difficult to cope, I felt devastated and guilty about what was happening. I honestly thought that I was going crazy. My worried boyfriend talked me into seeing a doctor and immediately made an appointment. I tried to explain to the doctor the effects that my horrible dreams were having on me. After less than five minutes he told me I was just depressed, and wrote out a prescription for antidepressants and sleeping tablets. Although I wasn't comfortable about taking the drugs, it was a relief to be able to have a decent night's sleep without such overwhelming dreams, and my experiences seemed oess intense for a short while.
At Christmas in 1996 I travelled home to Western Australia to take a break and visit my family. I was staying at my grandmother's house in Perth when one night I was suddenly overcome by an intense sensation to do some writing before going to sleep. This was unusual for me, but, as there happened to be a pen and paper next to the bed, I decided to go with the feeling. A page of information, over which I felt I had little control, seemed to flow from my hand without my knowing what was being written. The next morning as I read it, I couldn't comprehend how I had used such large words to write something beyond my understanding. To my astonishment and disbelief, contrary to everything I had ever been taught about evolution, there I was reading a paragraph stating that the human race had been created by extraterrestrials! It also contained information about genetic manipulation, with the use of human and extraterrestrial DNA to create another species.
For me this was totally mind boggling and confusing to say the least. I had never read, seen or heard anything about extraterrestrials doing experiments using DNA, let alone that we were created by them. I just couldn't understand how it was possible for me to write information that went against every belief I had. I had heard of channelling, but my knowledge of such things was extremely limited. After trying to convince myself that this must have been a one-off occurrence, I started feeling more strange urges to put pen to paper. More information seemed to flow through me of human-alien interaction, implants, dimensions, spirituality, the raising of consciousness and the creation of humanity. If this wasn't enough, I sometimes found myself involuntarily writing or speaking another language.
In 1997 I signed a contract to work in Japan for three months. It was the first time I had travelled overseas alone and with all that was happening it was quite frightening to leave the security of my family and boyfriend in Australia. However, being alone was really a blessing in disguise, as it gave me the chance to confront my fear of these experiences and open up to them more than ever. My dreams in Japan were the most vivid and frightening that I had had yet, but living on my own allowed me to delve deep into them, mustering up enough courage to ask the beings questions about why this was happening to me.
To my amazement I received answers in the form of dreams, writing, and from a voice within my mind. From the answers I received, it seemed that I had chosen to be a part of an evolutionary cycle in the creation of a new and more spiritually advanced species, which will eventually inhabit planet earth. I also received information about the raising of human consciousness and a dimensional shift which is now occurring on earth, assisting us to access other realms more freely and increase our spiritual understanding. At the time this was the most bizarre information I had ever heard and I still did not know what significance it had for me. The answer I kept receiving was, "Be patient, all will be revealed."
I kept a diary of my experiences while in Japan, and one morning felt the urge to draw a symbol which I had seen in a dream during which many spaceships were moving around in a starry night sky. Then the stars moved into a configuration of a bird. As I was drawing this, my hand seemed once again to take over and I ended up completing a geometric symbol that was more detailed than the one seen in the dream. Over the next two years other similar drawings and interpretations have been completed, with what feels like hardly any input from my conscious mind. The less I concentrate on what I am doing, the easier the information and symbols seem to come through. This was all totally bizarre and I had no idea why I was doing this or what I was supposed to make of it.
After arriving home from Japan, modelling no longer interested me as a career. I found it was too superficial, as I was now prepared to look more deeply within myself beyond my known reality, having conquered many of my fears about it while I was away. At the end of 1997 my boyfriend and I headed home to Geraldton before moving to Perth. My time in Japan had given me a new understanding of reality. I could no longer deny my experiences, yet I had an even greater fear to overcome. I was gradually integrating the intensity of my experiences, although I had yet to overcome the barrier of what others would think of me if I were to tell them of my findings. New information and personal understandings were being realised daily. Physical evidence of this reality began appearing in the form of strange marks on my body. I could now consciously recall how they got there, and my many previous interactions with alien beings. I found my watch would continuously play up while wearing it, but work perfectly while it was off my body.
For the first time I decided to tell my family and boyfriend about the bizarre experiences that had plagued me for so many years. My honesty was confronted with disbelief and the opinion that I was in need of attention, and was using these crazy stories as a way of deflecting responsibility from the 'real' world. My attempts at explaining my situation became more and more hopeless and again I questioned the validity of my experiences and the state of my mental health.
The isolation and embarrassment I felt became so hard to bear that I sometimes had thoughts of ending my life. No one could understand what I was going through, and I honestly believed that I was going mad. I decided to visit a psychologist as a last resort to try to find why my mind would play such horrible tricks on me.
My questions remained unanswered, the psychologist telling me that I was perfectly sane, and putting my experiences down once again to my creative imagination. I felt unfulfilled and totally devastated, falling into a deep depression of doubt and confusion about myself.
While browsing in a bookshop one day, I came across Secrets, Truth & Destiny about the UFO abduction experiences of a Perth lady, Elizabeth Robinson, and the ways in which she coped. I felt a strong urge to buy the book, even though I could not really afford it at the time. For the next two days, I sat glued to it in amazement at how closely the words expressed exactly what I was going through. A spark of hope reignited within me with the realisation that I was not alone after all.
Soon after, by an amazing coincidence, I met Elizabeth in a shop. I felt that it was part of some predestined plan to head me in the right direction and give me the guidance I had been searching for. It was such an amazing relief finally to have the chance to speak with someone who understood my experiences.
I was put in contact with Mary Rodwell, who co-directs the Australian Close Encounter Resource Network (ACERN) in Perth. Meeting this wonderful lady has changed my life. Sharing her wisdom and guidance with me has allowed me to open up and accept my experiences, realising that I am far from alone in this. I was invited to an abductee support group which gave me the chance to speak to others who had had similar experiences. I felt so nervous not really knowing what to expect but was delighted to discover that every one of the people at the support group seemed totally normal and sane, with ordinary jobs and otherwise ordinary lives.
Before attending the meeting I had had a dream telling me to place the symbols, that I had been drawing over the past two years, onto transparencies and that they would fit together in different configurations. To my utter disbelief and amazement they did fit together as though they were all connected. These were shown at the support group meeting which seemed to mesmerise those looking at them. They all felt a strong connection with the symbols, as though they had seen them before, some even remembering seeing the symbols during their abductions. One young man had some of his own symbols to show from his interactions with ETs aboard a spacecraft, which were remarkably similar to some of mine. A lady who studies ancient symbols, sacred geometry, and sacred sites also looked at the symbols. I sat there captivated as she was able to recognise and interpret many of the symbols. They apparently exist inside ancient temples and pyramids around the world, many of which are related to different star systems such as Sirius. I was also reminded that the symbols illustrate the link that many people now believe exists between ancient cultures and extraterrestrials.
One of the symbols was similar to a crop-circle that appeared two years prior to the meeting, which triggered the memory that it was exactly that long ago that I had begun writing and drawing the symbols. I was later informed that a lady from France, who studies the phenomenon and assists abductees, was very interested in the drawings. She had been sent copies and had found some connections with designs found in the Aztec pyramids. The fact that they are on transparencies and fit together was also significant.
This was a groundbreaking experience for me, as up until then I had no way of validating the symbols as anything more than images from my imagination. The fact that I have never before seen any of the symbols or ever been to any sacred sites made it even more credible for me. During a more recent interaction with the alien beings, I was told to make them into a three dimensional form on a computer, which I am now endeavouring to have done. What the reason for this may be, I have to wait and see.
At the abduction support group meeting I met another young lady who writes and sometimes speaks involuntarily in another language.
We compared copies of our writing, and found that the only difference was that hers went down the page and mine across. When I turned mine to go downwards I realised that they looked identical. We were both amazed at the bizarre coincidence especially as she told me that she had formerly written across the page until it felt more natural to write downwards. So much was shared by everyone and I have now been guided, learning to trust my experiences beyond the boundaries and limitations of three dimensional reality.
It has taken me twenty-two years of enduring events such as visiting outer space in alien craft, feeling paralysed, and watching alien life-forms undertake complicated surgical procedures on me, to realise the connection between my experiences and those of other UFO abductees. Unable to find a logical explanation for these experiences, I realised the need to search beyond the confines of conventional thinking. This has forced me on a journey of gigantic proportions. My life has changed forever since I have realised that I have had a life-long interaction with non-human beings.
Reference
Robinson, Elizabeth. (1998) Secrets, Truth & Destiny.
Australian Close Encounter Resource Network (ACERN) directors Mary Rodwell and Elizabeth Robinson can be contacted at PO Box N1083, Perth, Western Australia 6843.







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