My Story

A Lotus Unfolds

My Story Part 1

I came into this world on July 4th, 1942 out in the west Texas town of El Paso. I was born at 12:12am at the old Masonic hospital located at Five Points. It later became the site of Sears Roebuck and Company and my dad would jokingly say to me, “son, Mom and I bought you right over there at Sears and Roebucks.”

I was circumsized within hours of birth by a doctor who permanently mutilated me, although I didn’t realize it until much later.

When I was 18 months old my mother took me to the family doctor because I kept blinking my eyes. The doctor discovered that my penis had grown to my scrotum (my mother hadn’t noticed) and he ripped apart the two organs by hand – much cheaper than delicate surgery. I learned about this years later from my mother but didn’t realize the significance–neither did she.

After years and years of suffering and ever increasing frustrations during and after puberty, I found out that such a condition brought on by improper circumcision is called a “penile adhesion.”

It is a mostly hidden and unspoken disability more or less suffered by many males in our Judeo-Christian society. It is far more common than anyone thinks and causes improper development, early sexual dysfunction, physical weakness, emotional distress, anxiety, hypertension, depression, despair–and often–the suicide of those who, like me, have no idea about what’s really happening to them.

In those days, such things were not admitted nor discussed in polite society. Every youth was suppose to feel guilty about being a sexual entity due to centuries of religious distortions, canonized despising of the physical body and disconnection from mother nature along with lots of erroneous mental programming by self-hating authority figures, pious fraud and priestcraft.

I was 59 years old before I found out the reason I had suffered for my entire life.

Throughout my depressed youth I embarassingly thought that I must be some unique dysfunctional freak and I was somewhat relieved to finally find out in 2001 that all that time my terrible emotional suffering had been due to a very physical cause that has very predictable symptoms.

“And he that is eight days old shall be circumcised among you” Gen 17:12.

There is a good and sound reason why the original Biblical covenant says to wait EIGHT DAYS before circumcising a male child. If it is done early before the child’s system has properly developed, it can do lifetime damage, as in my case.

Hospitals want their patients in and out. This is still common practice today. The doctor performed my circumcision within 35 hours of birth.

At least I had been given a small anesthetic – according to dad, “a sugar-tit laced with bourbon whiskey.”

A few times I heard him laugh and say, “you were only two days old and already had a sore pecker and a hangover.”

No kidding.

How many males in our society suffer from this concision (mutilation) horror and don’t even know why they are suffering?

Fortunately, I was able to find out the truth before I completely despaired of my life and put an end to it.

Through surrender to the spirit within, I overcame my disability, married, and fathered a beautiful daughter who is now grown and married.

I am thankful beyond words.


My Story Part 2, Ft. Worth

By the summer of 1947, my father was preparing to move our small family (mom, dad and me) to Ft. Worth Texas where he planned to continue his career as an independent insurance agent.

Before the move to Ft. Worth, I remember the excitement one July morning when the newspaper arrived. Dad said that a “flying saucer” had crashed in Roswell New Mexico and he showed me the headlines, although I couldn’t read very much, being only 5 years old.

He excitedly proclaimed that this huge event would change everything because it proved that there was intelligent life on other planets.

I didn’t understand any of it at the time but years later, when I met such beings face to face, I would recall that July morning in 1947 and my dad’s prophetic statements.

Indeed, an encounter with ETI changes ones life forever.

We only stayed in Ft. Worth for two years because I developed severe bronchial asthma after a bout of double pneumonia.

During that time, we experienced the great Ft. Worth flood of 1948. It rained ten inches in ten hours, the levee broke and downtown Ft. Worth was innundated up to the third floor of the Montgomery Ward building downtown.

Water rose up to within a block of our house on Pembroke Drive and the whole town completely shut down for two weeks. The entire city water supply was compromised and disrupted, so we had to obtain water from private wells.

Dad purchased two brand new galvanized trash cans for the purpose. Everyone was required to get a typhoid vaccination to prevent rampant disease. The town’s dentists gave the shots at their offices.

The following winter there was a terrible ice storm bringing down power lines which electrocuted several people. When the ice began to thaw, large sections of it would suddenly dislodge from the tile roofs and slide off, crashing down onto the streets below. Several people walking underneath were killed or maimed.

I didn’t see any of this, only heard about it from my near panic stricken parents. It certainly made a deep impression on me.

I began to have an awareness of the mighty power of nature and how very fragile humanity really is.

Years later, when I studied prophecy in the Bible and elsewhere, such as the prophecies of Edgar Cayce and those of the Hopi Indians, I learned of the colossal earth changes to come and I intuitively knew that they would begin to happen within my own lifetime.

Now, in 2007, these changes are well upon us and increasing daily.

Another thing that made a huge impression on me was when one day my mother told me about how our country had won the war by dropping an atomic bomb on the Japanese living in Hiroshima and Nagasaki destroying those entire cities in an instant. Hundreds of thousands died from those blasts, many from cancer years later.

At the time I was quite perplexed about how this could be. I couldn’t conceive of how a single bomb could blow up an entire city and then keep on killing people years later. Mom told me it was horrible, “people’s skin turned yellow and began to drop off.” I suppose this was one of the terrifying concepts about it in those days.

Most people felt very ominous about the use of atomic bombs. Intuition told all who would listen that the development of atomic weapons to kill people marked the beginning of a dark age of terror and was a signpost indicating the deterioration and collapse of our “civilization.” All of the so-called “enlightened” scientific progress had only led to mass murder and the possibility of the suicidal destruction of our entire planet.

This was the clear message of ETI to the very earliest contactees.

Throughout my life, I gradually became more and more aware of the growing coldness and inhumanity of man to his fellow men and it made less and less sense to me.

It began to appear more and more insane and I vowed to be apart from it and different. I knew there must be a better way.

In the summer of 1949, because of my severe asthma attacks, dad moved us back to the dry climate of El Paso and I started 2nd grade at Crockett elementary school that fall.

With the frequent dust storms, my bronchial asthma grew worse.

I finally found help from a Chiropractor who was recommended by our family doctor, although Chiropractors were generally considered to be “quacks.” I learned that such labels applied to people just because they had different ideas were nonsense.

When I was 8, mom, dad and I were visiting my great aunt Maude back in Fort Worth. I was standing on the high back porch watching a colony of red ants 10 feet below. I was fascinated by them and leaned over the porch rail further and further to better see them.

Suddenly I plunged straight down.

I could not block my fall with my hands because they had been held down at my sides by the porch rail. I hit directly upon the crown of my head, having fallen ten feet and the concussion knocked me out causing me to loose consciousness temporarily. When I came to, my parents and aunt Maude had rushed to my side. They looked very worried and were examining me to see if I was still alive. My head was a bloody mess and the pain was splitting.

They called a doctor who said I wasn’t to sleep for the next 24 hours and they were to watch and be sure that my head swelled OUTWARDS and not INWARDS toward my brain – “take two aspirins and call me in the morning.”

It took four days for me to recover enough to get out of bed and everything seemed okay – but – I was never the same. I began to become aware of other people’s thoughts and intentions. I didn’t know until years later that this happens to many people after receiving such a strong blow to the head.

It happened to Peter Hurkos when he fell off a ladder. He developed full blown “psychic” abilities that were amazingly accurate. Peter Hurkos went to work for the Dutch police and solved many crimes through his “psychic” abilities. He became known as the “psychic-detective.”

Such occurrances have also been recorded many other times in history. Now, the mechanism of how this occurs has become known.

My Story Part 3, Divine Intervention

When I was fifteen, living with my parents on Richmond St. in El Paso, one day when dad allowed me to use the family car, I was waiting for a stop light. When it turned green, I started to put my foot on the accelerator. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my ankle and hold it back. I was so surprised that I immediately looked down to see WHO was holding back my foot from the accelerator.

I couldn’t see any hand but in the second it took me to look down, a ten ton gravel truck, whose brakes had failed, barreled right through the red light.

If I had accelerated when the light turned green, I undoubtedly would have been killed.

I was so shocked that I immediately pulled over, got out and opened the backdoor to see WHO was in the backseat reaching their hand underneath the drivers seat to hold back my ankle – there was no one there!

Ever since then, I’ve fully ackowledged the “angels” – the guardians of destiny – and I’ve had many other experiences when such “Divine intervention” preserved my life. At that time, I didn’t understand why, but now I do.

Another time (in 1968) I had a near death experience in Mexico when I was caught in a rip tide while swimming and got pulled out to sea. I cried out to Jesus as I was going down – two of my friends plus two Mexican lifeguards swam out to save me and in so doing greatly risked their own lives.

This really impressed me even in the state I was in. I was very close to losing consciousness but when I saw them, I saw JESUS coming to save my life – which they (HE) did.

I found out later that all men have the Spirit and need only allow it to come out, which it will often do in cases of extreme peril or anxiety – regardless of anyone’s “religious” affiliation.

As I was going down for the last time, highlights of my life flashed before me and I saw the consequences of my mistakes and how to correct them.

I have prayed every day since that day and years later ETI taught me a technique (which was already in my capability, they said) to pulse out energy in prayer with vectored intention for the highest good of all. I now practice this continually.

My Story Part 4, Healing Effects

In 1978, after mom and dad had passed away, I was living in Albuquerque New Mexico and about to get married. I was working as General Manager of Telephonic Inc. and the president of the company was also the pastor of our church. A girl who attended that church, whom I will call Joanne, tried to commit suicide by DRINKING DRANO.

My wife-to-be, Ginny (Virginia), and I rushed to the hospital. Joanne was in the ICU and not expected to live. Her entire esophagus had been burned they said. The inside of her throat, mouth and even the outside of her lips were covered with horribly oozing burns. She was conscious and her eyes were full of fear. She could not talk.

We were left alone with her. Ginny and I began to pray.

I opened my Bible and my eyes fell upon Isaiah 53:5 and I read it out loud.

“But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our inequities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”

Then a very strange thing happened. Spontaneously, I was suddenly inside Joanne’s body inspecting the damage and confidently addressing her cells. I read the scripture once again and then called out unexpectedly, even to myself, “CELLS, OBEY THE WORD OF GOD!” I felt like an idiot. “Why did I say such a stupid and arrogant thing?”

Ginny just shook her head and we left.

The next day we went back up to the ICU and there was Joanne sitting up in bed. The doctors and nurses declared that a “miracle” had taken place. We just said to the doctor, “well, we did pray.” They hadn’t seen us praying but we knew what had happened and inwardly began to thank and praise God. This amazing recovery gave us great inner spiritual confidence and happiness. The sores on her mouth had healed and she could talk, although barely.

Joanne lived for another 9 months, even living on her own for awhile.

On the fateful day of her death, she walked into our offices at Telephonic early in the morning. I was alone.

When I saw her I immediately became overwhelmed with terror, confusion and despair. Even the potted plants in the office wilted visibly. Indeed, her depression was so great one could easily feel the texture of it. Her inward depair and agony was stifling and almost unbearable.

I began to shake uncontrollably and tried as best I could to talk to her but she was asking for my boss, Bob Danek. I was shaking so bad I could hardly dial his number. I called him at home and told him that he needed to come right away and talk with Joanne. He did that but he didn’t pick up on what I was feeling nor did he seem to be effected by her grotesque demeanor.

He told me later that she had told him that she was very afraid and wanted him to help her get out to California. He offered to do that but could not understand what she was trying to tell him.

When she left, the whole situation was very dark and confused. I felt sick all over.

I found out the next morning when I came to work that she had DIED in her apartment that very afternoon from a knife being plunged THREE TIMES into her chest.

They said it was suicide and the case was closed.

I didn’t buy it, but it was an open and shut case rapidly closed. Too rapidly. I found out later that there was evidence that was kept hidden at the time because someone in the church was afraid that a scandal reflecting on the church might develop.

Years later I found out that most likely HER BROTHER had murdered her – and her family covered it up.

You see, the brother had been sexually abusing poor Joanne since she was a tiny girl. Yeah, people often feel like committing suicide over things like that.

May her dear soul rest in peace. Joanne did experience the love and care of The Great Creation and lived nine additional months knowing that she was not completely alone.

One day in 1993 my wife Ginny was trying to get a window unstuck and it suddenly slammed down crushing two of her fingers into the width of a quarter.

I awoke suddenly from my nap and Ginny was shrieking in pain and I leaped up and desperately pried up the window to free her hand. I put some ice on her fingers, which appeared to be bloodied and broken, and was ready to take her to the emergency room when she said, “let’s pray first.” When we did, Ginny was fully healed.

It was difficult for my eyes to believe. I kept saying excitedly, “are you sure that’s the correct hand??”

There was not a single mark on her fingers. They were very warm – a common effect when cells are energetically charged and active. That night she even played guitar and led singing in the church service.

This was years before ETI pointed out to me the pulsing of energy from my solar plexus area (enteric brain) through a vectored intention but I was already doing it unconsciously way back then.


My Story Part 5, Interfacing

I sense things such as people’s motivations and intentions. Several times I’ve had strong “telepathic” experiences. One of the most notable was with a woman teacher I heard on a radio interview, and later ordered her book – Letter to Earth by Elia Wise. I also communicated with her through email and confirmed things we had already shared telepathically.

I have also had UFO/ETI experiences which I will discuss in the following essay.

About 1985 I put my arms around an old oak tree and found myself interfacing with its many years of experience. Since then I have also been able to interface with many animals – hawks, eagles, deer and above all – cats. I have almost continuous communication with the five cats who live with us. I also interface easily with my family and friends with whom I am especially close.

I saw my first UFO with my father in 1957. We were out washing the car on a hot August afternoon. I looked up and saw three silver triangles, each with a dark spot in the center. They were traveling slowly in formation END OVER END. As they progressed, two USAF jets from nearby Biggs AFB zoomed around them as if checking them out. “Look at that Bobby, this proves that the government knows all about them!” My dad and I just stood there wide-eyed with our mouths wide open.

Later, I learned that these were not extraterrestrial craft but a specific model of the German electrogravitic technology brought over to the U.S. after World War 2 for further research and development. These have, of course, been kept above top secret and still are, as is the rest of the government’s knowledge about UFOs, although now many folks know about them, including the inside whistle blowers who worked on them and have been willing to violate their security oaths because of the extreme importance of the matter to the American people.

In August 1967 I and a friend encountered a UFO on the ground as it rose and we interacted with it for several hours. We were taken aboard the ship and experienced two to three hours of missing time. Sometime later, I began to have dream experiences with a “dream council” and have maintained that contact ever since.

I feel as if I’m being prepared for something I already volunteered for.

Other experiences reinforced how to pulse healing energy fields from my solar plexus area as a strong means of prayer. I’ve been practicing this successfully since 2001.

For example: a while ago Ginny and I were attempting to get a vine out of the elm tree in order to keep the tree from dying. I pulled and pulled on it and swung on it trying to get it down. She said, “Let’s pray it down!” She began to use her technique and I used mine. We communicated with the vine itself, blessed it and invited it to come down – she was holding onto it but not pulling hard. Suddenly, a very STRONG visualization flashed across my mind. I had a strong picture of the situation and HEARD a loud CRACK (internally only) from the top of the tree where the vine was hung. A second later it just fell down in a neat heap.

These type of events do not happen very often.

I learned to play the piano in a strange way. After years of taking piano lessons and learning to play Chopin, Beethoven and J.S. Bach, I wanted to learn jazz improvisation and develop a unique piano style. I started out teaching this to myself by randomly moving my fingers across the keys and “drawing” the music out with no preconceived patterns. I shut off all that I had formally learned about music intellectually and allowed the sound itself to take the lead. At first this came out as musical jibberish. I drove my parents crazy for awhile before it finally began to take on cohesion and make sense.

Later I worked for 14 years as a professional jazz pianist. During that time, I developed an ability to message away peoples stress and anxiety and facilitate their holistic healing through the use of certain layered sounds.

My overriding passion since 1967 has been to discover all I can about ETIs and the paranormal experiences I’ve had with them and especially to learn about human consciousness, how it operates and why.

Immediately below is how I recall it now. In substance, and likewise in the details, it’s the very same story as it was in the very beginning.

At any rate, it describes how my own mental processing grids have put it all together to make sense to me.
My Story Part 6, August 15, 1967 – Contact With ETI

In August of 1967 I was in Hollywood California playing trumpet alongside a virtuoso electric violin player in a seven piece rock band called The Rising Tide. I met up with an old friend from El Paso named Eddie and one night we decided to go up to Zuma beach north of Malibu to drop acid and quietly enjoy the summer evening. Eddie had procurred what he proclaimed to be some of Owsley’s finest laboratory grade LSD – 1000mic per hit.

We arrived at Zuma beach, got some driftwood together and built a fire up on the sand about fifty yards from the water. The beach was mostly empty but three or four couples could be seen lying in the shadows here and there near the water. It was a clear night and was just getting dark. As I recall, the moon was not very bright but the stars were intense except for a few high clouds.

Eddie and I settled down, took one hit each and about twenty minutes later I felt that usual metallic taste in my mouth. Eddie was roasting marshmellows and staring at the fire. I was feeling very pleasant and got up to stretch my legs a bit. I walked a few paces to the south, up onto a little sand dune, and immediately saw a light about two or three hundred feet to the south down on the beach near the water. The light seemed to be hovering.

A helicopter?

The thought passed through my mind, but there was absolutely no sound. As I watched, the light slowly began to rise, turned toward me and two additional lights came on beneath the first light. It was now a triangular configuration of lights. The light at the top was white — it was the first light I’d seen — the underneath light on my right was green and the one on my left was red. The whole configuration was slowly rising but could not yet be seen where Eddie was so I ran back to him and said, “Hey man, come here, you gotta see this!”

Eddie got up immediately and we hurried back to the top of the dune. There it was hovering well off the ground. “Where did THAT come from?”

“Right over there,” I said, and pointed to the area where I’d first seen the light. Lo and behold there was ANOTHER light near the same spot where I had witnessed the first one. It too rose slowly into the air and turned. As we stared with wonder, green and red lights came on underneath exactly like the first time.

“Holy shit!” Eddie was alarmed and excited. “Remember, we just took a rather large dose of LSD. This must be an hallucination.”

“Oh really,” I said, “then why are we both seeing it at the same time?”

Eddie couldn’t answer and just shook his head.

“There are other people on this beach,” I said, “they must be seeing it. It’s probably a couple of hot air ballons or something.”

I looked hard to see if I could discern the couples on the beach. Indeed, I could see them. Strangely, they all appeared to be sound asleep and not moving around at all. It seemed unnatural and a little disconcerting. When I turned to look again at the objects, a third single light had appeared. It too rose up into the air, joining the other two, and turned towards us switching on its bottom green and red lights.

Then, as Eddie and I gawked skyward, the entire configuration began to rise in unison — three triangular configurations of lights, each with a white light on top, a green light underneath on our right and a red light underneath on our left. These nine lights rose up to about a hundred feet into the air and paused. The first set of lights came toward us and suddenly a very brilliant spot light came on right above the first light. It was like an intense stage light and it was aimed directly upon us.

It appeared to be show time, or interrogation time, or both.

We didn’t feel “high” but very normal except with a faster than usual pulse. Everything was clear and when we later discussed it, we both felt as if the acid trip had been totally switched off somehow and even suspended until later when it really did come on strong. Of course, we know that such a feeling is not reliable but we had both taken LSD a number of times before and knew what to expect. Eddie and I agreed later that this was a real 3D yet paranormal experience and not simply faces in the clouds being fantasized, interpreted or visualized.

For the next two, three or maybe even four hours, Eddie and I experienced an intense phenomena and we experienced it at the same time and in almost an identical way. Here is my best recollection.

Other light triads appeared in exactly the same way until there were about twelve sets of tri-colored lights up in the sky. The spotlight suddenly went out and what followed appeared to be multicolored lasers being fired at us. The multicolored lights were either straight-line pencil lasers or pulsated oblong bulbs of light — much like the Martian invaders shot out in the original War of The Worlds, except these were in almost every color known to man. When these beams struck us we could see the play of lights on the sand dunes behind us. These lasers seemed to be frequency specific for the various compartments of our minds — to stimulate, open-up, probe, inject, release or whatever else.

When a specific color of light would strike us, everything in that area of the brain (or more likely mind) would become released and sorted into very meaningful organizations containing brand new insight, purpose and direction. Mathematics, geometry, physics, religion — a plethora of emotions, love, music, sex, every creative idea I ever had, every project I ever constructed, every day dream I ever entertained, every social situation I ever encountered, every person I ever loved, every fear I ever dreaded, every deadly word I ever spoke and on and on into refinements and specifics encoding a new perspective on every relationship, a fresh new view of the world in which unlimited energy interacts at the quantum level to spin worlds — and overall — there was a central oneness full of awesomeness and profoundness that guided this interactive intention — for we instinctively knew from the beginning that other minds were deeply involved with this event — involved with us personally. It was too beautiful and too life confirming and too humbling and too too profound to ever be called “fearful or terrifying.”

Later, when going back over this, Eddie and I found detailed consensus as to the mutual events that happened.

And all of this took place with FULL consciousness up until the missing time, no haze and no discrepancy, no stuttering and there was no lack of purposeful intention concerning the whole interactive experience.

I discovered some practical things too — that a huge and deadly cataclysm with severe earth changes was only a few decades away. This was strong confirmation of the prophecies I had already studied from the Bible and elsewhere. I saw overlapping scenes of people comforting the terrified with peaceful words of extreme power. I felt the whole of mankind stretching and reaching out for his true past and his evolutionary future to inform himself about the nature of his own being. I saw an entirely new world where thoughts came into full manifestation and materialization, sometimes instantly, sometimes progressively.

Okay, back to the story which grows more and more strange. Some of this sounds like a spiritual vision but it was more like a simultaneous awareness of things happening all at once in vertical time and yet everything could be clearly distinguished — a kind of simultaneous multi-time-travel.

After the colored bombardment of laser light, we were lying flat on our backs upon the sand, staring wide-eyed up into the sky. High above us by now were a hundred or more of these objects only now each triangular configuration had only white lights.

Then something very strange started to happen. The sets of three lights began to move into geometrical configurations in the sky above. They seemed very graceful while spelling out a language that my rational mind could not understand yet my inner being seemed to understand and confirm perfectly. The white light triads were doing this with their physical movements and configurations.

I didn’t know it at the time but it was undoubtedly resonating at the genetic level, perhaps even the atomic level. It was crystal-radiant-focused-multi-colored LIGHT and significant far beyond anything Eddie or I had ever encountered in our lives.

A term which I was totally unfamiliar with at that time now comes into my mind in 2007 as I write this — SACRED GEOMETRY.

After two or more hours of this, Eddie and I were up on our feet once again giving ourselves a reality check. There was absolutely no sensation of an LSD high whatsoever. Our thinking was more than lucid. The couples on the beach were still mysteriously sound asleep. The lights continued to form patterns in the sky and the sea continued to cascade in and out as usual.


Then, one of the tri-lights came down close. The lights were too bright to see any details although I was trying hard. Eddie and I both started walking TOWARD the thing. Don’t ask me why. It just seemed like the sensible thing to do at the time.

Eddie turned to me and surprisingly said, “they want to pick us up.”

No, you really didn’t MEAN that, did you? My mind was more than a little alarmed, yet I hastened toward the lights right beside Eddie. I felt absolutely no fear nor doubt after my initial hesitation.

This is where the missing time occurred.

One moment we were walking towards that craft and Eddie was saying “they want to pick us up.” The next thing I know Eddie and I both seemed to SNAP into consciousness and found ourselves walking north up the beach about three or so hours later.

I turned around and looked up to see that the lights in the sky were fewer in number and were apparently fading. The sun was rising. Each of us had a mysterious ring of blisters in exactly the same place around our right ankles. I have never understood the significance of that, if any.

Eddie and I did not speak but got into the car and headed on back south to Hollywood. On the way we stopped in Malibu to have a cup of coffee. When I looked at the menu, it said “Where the Stars meet the Sea.”

“No kidding,” I said.

We just shook our heads and smiled. The suspended LSD trip had re-instituted itself. Neither of us spoke for that whole day. I slept a little but in the late afternoon, I went over to Eddies and just sat for quite awhile, not speaking.

“We have to go back,” he finally said.


“Yeah, tonight.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because there is something more there for us to encounter.”

“Okay, but I sure am tired.” Now, I was feeling a little anxiety. In spite of that, I wanted to go back too. So, north we went to Zuma beach — this time in our completely rational, sober, un-LSDed but very blown minds.

This time it was different than before. It was very cloudy and a thick fog had rolled in. As we neared the area, I spotted a huge orange fireball coming in from the east.

“Look at that!”

“I see it. I see it.” Eddie was as flabergasted as myself.

The huge orange fireball was traveling west toward the ocean in a trajectory that went across the road up ahead and directly down toward Zuma beach. We lost sight of it. This thing was so close that we expected to hear and feel a gigantic impact but there was none.

Needless to say we were both astonished. We had just about convinced ourselves that the whole experience had been nothing other than an LSD trip and NOW it was happening again right in front of our eyes without any enhancement whatsoever!

“Well, that blows that theory,” I said as we pulled into the parking lot. There was no one there. We got out of the car and started walking south down onto the beach. The fog was so thick you couldn’t see a hand in front of your face. After we had gone a ways, Eddie and I looked at each other, and without saying a word, turned around, walked back to the car and headed back to Hollywood.

“That’s what we needed to see,” Eddie whispered.

Both of us knew within ourselves that vulnerability and concern (stark FEAR) had made us go back but, perhaps it really was as Eddie said, “that’s what we needed to see.”

It is important to note that this experience happened long before any discussions were taking place over a public internet and long before I ever heard about the Barney and Betty Hill case or Billy Miere — it happened long before I heard the details of what happened at Roswell or read much about contactees, except for George Adamski whose first book I had read in grade-school. This was long before I’d ever heard about abductions and missing time, Greys from Zeta Reticuli or psychotronics. It was long before I encountered ideas like zero point energy, dark matter, the time-domain, Radiant energetics, anti-matter, black holes, the Miessner fields, vertical time, genetic engineering of the human race, enfolding space, densities, ratios or dimensions of space-time, Sitchen’s paradigm and many other concepts which by now have been bounced around in movies and on TV for years and, of course, the internet which exploded into our reality and wired us all together as a planetary mind, for better or for worse.

Over the next several years, the perplexity about the missing time made me think about trying hypnosis to remember what happened during the blank out. I chose not to go that route because I didn’t want to be led on by the preconceptions of a hypnotist which might infect the whole unveiling. The “abduction experience” was growing into a “new-age” epidemic and I didn’t want to get caught up in an artificially created meme which didn’t correspond to the truth. I decided to let my own mind do the recall without prejudice, if and when the time was ripe for it.

Gradually, with a growing inner intensity to finally know what had happened, a few things started to leak through into my conscious mind about that experience. These things are most likely downsteps which my mind interpreted in order to make sense. And there is no doubt that it contains some analytical overlay. In other words false interpretations due to the imperfections in my individual mental processing apparatus.

We had encountered the Greys. It was Eddie they were looking for because he was a regular subject being involved for a very long time in their genetic engineering experiments — willingly, I might add. He had a “pre-birth” arrangement with them. I was an “innocent bystander” who happened to be there with Eddie who was subconsciously remembering his relationship with them.

When he said, “they want to pick us up” it was because he had already been through that encounter many times before. By the time I remembered this new information, I had already lost track of Eddie (whose last name I still cannot remember.) I saw him for the last time in the summer of 1970 just before I went up to Poland Springs Maine to learn from the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi how to teach Transcendental Meditation.

Once I started having the new insights as to what had happened, I began to strongly sense that it was the Greys whom we had encountered that night but I still could not remember anything about the actual abduction.

I completely lost track of Eddie shortly after I saw him for the last time in May 1970.

One day many years later, in April of 2002, I felt a desperate desire to finally KNOW once and for all what had happened on that strange night. I was sensing the Greys so strongly that I decided to just talk to them directly. I just asked them to tell me what had happened. I was shocked when they responded through the “telepathic” means they use to communicate and said in effect, “we won’t tell you but we can help you to remember for yourself, if you want to.” I said “yes” and five of the critters floated through the walls of the trailer in which I then lived. They were not fully materialized and I could only see them as semi-transparent.

I now understand that they were slightly ortho-rotated away from my 4D reality. They were not intrusive and seemed to respect my right to know the answer. I was reclining in a chair. They stood around me and prompted me to relax from the toes upwards. Here’s what I remembered:

Eddie and I walked toward the lights without any fear whatsoever. We were beamed aboard the craft, which was a breathtaking experience to say the least, and then found ourselves in a circular white room. The Greys escorted Eddie into another room. I found myself alone sitting in front of a very different being whom I can only describe as an energetic being of light. He/she looked like a fourth of July sparkler spinning off its shards of light like tumultuous needles, projecting brillant lights from the core outwards. This being comforted me and awed me for how long I do not know — probably for about three hours since we later determined that amount of missing time to have occurred.

I was too flabergasted to speak even a single sentence and could only bask in this being’s overwhelming presence and allow myself to relax into the warmth of our interactive connectivity which was very simple and yet profound in a deep life changing way.

What is this very evolved being doing among those other little guys with the big eyes? I mentally asked myself.

Later I found out through a SECU (a Soverign Entity from the Central Universe) named Elia Wise. She said, “Often very advanced beings travel along with the Greys on their GE (genetic engineering) endeavors. The Greys are less individuated beings and often frighten earthlings because of their ‘hive’ mentality. They definitely lack human social graces and ediquette. They can’t understand why humans object to being abducted for their own good.”

The very high and evolved beings, like the one I encountered, do not agree with the Grey’s methods but, rather than polarize with the big-eyes, choose to go along with the Greys and act as comforting go-betweens on behalf of the humans. The genetic engineering experiments being carried out by the Greys are fully legal and approved by the Galactic Council of Worlds which seems to be stationed and centrally located in the system of Andromeda.

Eventually, the Greys brought Eddie back into the white room and we were beamed back onto the beach where we regained normal consciousness and found ourselves walking north as the sun began to rise.

This is what I remembered in 2002 of my experience on August 15, 1967.

A few weeks after that remembrance in 2002, I telepathically received a message from the Greys inviting me to meet with them that night in an unoccupied gazebo in a certain park. I did so and the same five Greys showed up — again, they were ortho-rotated and were tangible but almost invisible exactly like before. They just sat around me in silence for a while. We were sitting in near total darkness but I could see people walking on the lighted paved pathways in the distance.

The Greys began to speak within my mind. Here is a reasonable facsimile: “We want to point out to you something you already know instinctively within but have not yet consciously realized and put into practice for the sake of your desire to serve others.”

Then they showed me how I could energetically pray for people and effect their Meissner fields (their aura.) They said (mentally communicated) that the safest and most effective way is to establish a strong base intention from which to thought-vector life affirming energy. For myself, I chose that intention to be “for the highest good of all concerned” because that purpose channels and vectors the healing energies completely without harm. It doesn’t matter that I don’t know what that “highest good” specifically is for any given individual — but the Great Creation DOES know.

Right then I began to pray for the folks I saw walking on the paved pathways. I pulsed out a beam of energy each time (fully visible to me while in the presence of the Greys that night in the park) from my solar plexus area — which I now know to be my enteric brain area which includes the heart as its core and center — the beam of energy went forth to its intended target and when it struck that person’s aura, the aura “kindled” (for lack of a better term.) Their auras momentarily flashed when impinged upon by the etheric energy.

Three pulses are sufficient for the most effective interaction. When praying for a person not present, I visualize the person from three different angles, pulsing out the energy each time from my intention fueled by the strong emotion to engender holistic oneness (healing.)

According to my perceptions, this is what I was taught by the Greys and I have practiced it ever since with growing confidence and success. It has now reached a point of development that practicing this algorhithm is no longer necessary because the interface with the persons’ aura has become far more stabalized.

That night in the park, the Greys finally told me that they were turning me over to a better suited “mentor” and said they would be contacting me no more.

Since that time I often enter into a “dream council” which I can only describe as a lucid dream in which I stand in the presence of some very evolved beings that look human and who give council by a kind of egalitarian fellowship in which I participate by “allowing” my own concepts and questions to be resolved, solidified or elucidated by letting go of all my limiting superimposed baggage. They never “tell” me what, why nor how but rather allow me to reach my own solution and conclusion by guiding me with awareness through the corridors of my own mental processing grids.

This is the best way I can describe what takes place.

I spent my entire life since August 15, 1967 contemplating this experience, longing to understand it and come to grips with the meaning of it. When I think about it now, I feel an excitement and anticipation for the progressive future of our children. It would be foolish to say that no danger was here but there is always danger in every true adventure.

It is clear that a world beyond our wildest dreams is opening like a chrysalis. We will eventually become galactic citizens and interact with many varieties of biokinds.

Babylon Five, Startrek, Deep Space Nine, and all the other media social conditioning concerning ETI has prepared us gradually for this encounter of encounters. The ETI has been slowly and methodically preparing humankind on planet Earth for millenia.

Now the time has come for disclosure and it is in their hands, not ours.

The Use of Psychedelics

Here, a bit of explanation about use of psychedelic substances is necessary. What effect do they really have on the human biomind?


Shamans from many indigenous cultures have used psychedelic substances for thousands of years in order to gain practical insights for the welfare and survival of their tribes. Mind altering mixtures such as ayuhuasca, various mushrooms and peyote alkaloids facilitate the gathering of useful information by those Shamans. It should be pointed out that Shamans in some cultures do not use psychedelic substances at all.

LSD, which in recent times has been sythesized from the ergot mold on barley, also opens up ones consciousness.

Psychotropic substances facilitate communication with the natural world as well as the so-called “paranormal” world because the customary entrained patterns of the mind’s information processing grids are disrupted and changed due to the activation of hitherto unused neurons within the human sensorium. Many dormant sensory receptors are lit up and become an additional part of the mind’s usual information processing synthesis. Some of these energized receptors gather information in a non-local manner by transcending space, time, energy and matter.

For example, a person engaged in a shamanic journey might learn the medicinal value of plants by communicating directly with the plants themselves. The plants themselves reveal everything about their innate but normally hidden curative properties. This is why native peoples understand so much about the living things in their own environment and how they as human beings live and interact within that environment for the sake of their survival and mutual well being.

This interconnectivity with nature has all but disappeared from “civilized” cultures who seek to create their own environments by control and whose social consensus realities have excluded such transcendent communications in favor of exterior domination over nature.

They have forgotten their inseperable interconnectivity with all things and it has brought mankind to the very brink of insane planetary destruction.

Being reminded of our innate and inseperable ONENESS with the entire Universe is the commonly reported experience of all who have ingested these substances.

Such oneness is no hallucination but is the primary fact of Creation seen by all of mankind’s spiritual seekers in history. Such oneness is not the dissolving of individuality but, on the contrary, the finding and assurance of that individuality.

Indeed, such oneness is no hallucination – but one DOES begin to wake up to the fact that our so-called normal daily reality has no more real substance to it than a dream. Self-manufactured hallucination is so common to us that most of us completely fail to recognize it.

The real insight begins to develop once one realizes that a dream can become a LUCID dream – i.e. a dream where the dreamer SELECTS what the dream will be, how it will progress and what the outcome will be.

There are indigenous tribes that do not use ANY psychedelic substances whatsoever and yet experience the very same interconnected communication with nature.

This points up the fact that such communication is NOT due to the psychedelic substances themselves but is a possibility already existing within the human bioform and it can manifest whenever the social consensus reality includes such a possibility, whether helped along by psychedelic plants or not.

Such consciousness of our vast interconnectivity is the inheritance of our entire human bicameral genetics.

In general, our modern civilization does not hold interconnectivity within its social consensus reality – and that absence of knowing our interconnectivity is the biggest hinderance to our own evolution of consciousness. Such a pandemic of ignorance about our undeniable interconnectivity can only produce the self-destructive attitudes now running rampant on planet earth.

During the 1960s and 1970s many of us personally experimented with these psychedelic substances for an exploration into the nature of consciousness and the possibilities of its expansion.

In the past, I have personally experimented with peyote, mushrooms and have taken LSD about fourteen times.

It is true that the use of such substances requires careful preparation and demands respect because these are VERY powerful substances. They are not “recreational” drugs to be used lightly, although many people in our culture have used them in this manner the same as they might use alcohol or marijauna. Our experiences pretty much live up to our expectations. When the use of these plants are approached with a sacred reverance and respect, very specific information is accessed the validity of which is proven by direct experience.

Psychedelic substances have the direct OPPOSITE effect as alcohol. While marijauna is a mild psychedelic plant, it is hardly in the same class as peyote, psylocibin, mushrooms or LSD.

Where alcohol shuts down the neurosensors, the psychedelic substances (under certain circumstances) can awaken them – turn them on – allowing our neurosensors to reformat, thus opening the possibility of intentionally producing far more peaceful and constructive thought patterns. These substances were investigated as having the posibiity of healing all societal neurosise but this was violently opposed by Corporatism which considered any such thing to be a threat to the profits flowing in from their ongoing sickness industry. Therefore, these healing substances were demonized by propaganda to frighten the public. Which was a very successful propaganda campaign like so many other such campaigns designed to maintain total control over the bodies, minds and souls of human beings by the present Control Paradigm of tyranny, crime and deceptive fraud that desires total control of Mother Earth and all her children.

And, the biggest resistance to the use of psychedelic substances comes from political overlords who greatly fear such cognitive reframing for the same reason they fear telepathy or any other applied psycho–energetics.

Their ruling power was (and is) totally dependent upon SECRECY.

Once their greed, political machinations, obfuscations, cover-ups and lies are exposed, they are finished, having lost all credibility. They cannot carry forth their evil without the people’s consent so they constantly use deception, lies and trickery.

However, when people begin to take charge of their own consciousness, those who would exercise control over them become very uncomfortable indeed.

Psychedelic substances, such as LSD, enable the reformatting of sensory neurons through dissolving the barriers of our artifically constructed social consensus realties. This is greatly helped along through the constant bombardment of propaganda disguised as “news” and/or “entertainment.” Social engineers and designers of ideological belief systems have a field day along with full time job security.

For an example about how our information processing grids operate, I will use our sense of sight. It will greatly help to understand the normal everyday process of how our senses work. Let us consider what is actually happening whenever we see something such as an object or an event.

Photons of reflected light touch and excite the neurons in the eyeball. These receptors send out various electromagnetic impulses containing many different wave-lengths which are influenced by the rods, cones and other specialized receptors in the eye. These discrete wavelengths travel along the optic nerve to the cranial brain.

The bio-mind then sorts out these various discrete wavelengths and synthesizes them into coherent MEANINGS as we interpret and recognize whatever it is that we are looking at–whatever we are seeing with our eyes.

I should point out that all these things occur instantly, probably at the speed of light.

It is interesting how this final cognition takes place and especially how and why the final result VARIES from individual to individual and VARIES within any individual according to the state of his or her consciousness. This can also VARY according to having received new information or having reprocessed older information in a new way.

The original photonic energy (light) received by the eyeball is transduced into various other forms of energy which are capable of accessing and retrieving many varieties of previously imprinted memory.

When the Russians finally completed the mapping of the human brain, they could recognize what function each area of the brain controlled – but – they could NEVER find a specific area of the cranial brain which they could call “memory storage.” Why? Because there is NO specific area of the brain that stores memory. There are no identifiable memory storage banks.

The fact is, the human biomind is much MORE than the cranial brain. For example, we also have an enteric brain. The enteric brain includes the heart as its center and the solar plexus area as a neurological switchboard.

This enteric brain is what we refer to as the “gut feelings” we all experience. Intuition is the word we use to describe it.

In fact, the enteric brain deals with emotions and intuitions. These are distinct from the logic and reasoning faculties of the cranial brain although ALL these elements regularly coordinate and work together as ONE system.

This includes the so-called “R-Complex” which has also been called the “reptilian brain” because it is the reactive, instinctual and self-preservation part of our brain which deals with real or perceived danger by either doing fierce battle with that perceived danger or running away from it – fight or flight. This instinctual part of us is usually balanced by the pre-frontal lobes which normally call reason, logic and understanding into play. A psychotic or sociopath has a runaway limbic system without the counterbalance of the pre-frontal lobes to check this mostly unconscious and instintual fear reaction. A person can act like a raging and murderous velociraptor.

In ANY cognition, whether it be sight, sound, smell, taste or touch, the enteric brain, the limbic system and all other elements of our biomind system are integral parts of this synthesis.

So, what about “memory?” Where is it located?

Here, I’m going to share my own hypothesis which, although it may not be 100% correct, is based upon recent discoveries by the Japanese scientist, Dr. Masaru Emoto.

Dr. Emoto has had enormous breakthroughs in his long and detailed study of water (H2O). He uses darkfield microscopy to study the crystals formed by frozen water. He found that pure, healthy, natural water forms beautiful, fractal, hexagonal crystals at the molecular level which look like vibrant living jewels. These, like snowflakes, are never identical. Polluted or poisoned water does NOT form such crystals but freezes into a formless non-fractal BLOB.

Dr. Emoto discovered that WATER HAS MEMORY. It REMEMBERS where it has been and and what it has touched. This is proven by the amazing flexibility of its electromagnetic material configurations.

These configuration are influenced by EVERYTHING – including THOUGHT.

He found that intentionally directed thought energy, through focused prayer or meditation, noticeably effects water and can even reformat polluted water (at the molecular level) back into its pristine state.

In this pristine state, the beautifully formed hexagonal crystals fit like a key into our human cells and properly hydrate them. In its polluted state, water fails to deeply penetrate into the cells and properly hydrate the human body.

Water has MEMORY. Our human bioform is 75% water. The cranial brain is 85% water. Our entire bioform is mostly water which circulates in our blood and endocrine system throughout our entire biology.

Hydrogen and Oxygen are a BINARY (1 and 0). Water interfaces with all the neurosensors in our energetic bioform. This is an effective BIO-COMPUTER which is very capable of storing and retrieving information.

This stored information (memory) is retrieved according to the entrainment of our past experiences, ideas, attitudes, understandings, prejudices, talents, mental constructs and accepted social consensus realities. All these factors (and more) are retrieved and then ASSEMBLED together instantly into our own personal point-of-view about what the light coming into our eyes MEANS to us – i.e. HOW we interpret it.

From this we can understand WHY it is that often people DO NOT SEE THE SAME THING although they are LOOKING at exactly the same object – or the same event.

For example, when an electronics expert is looking at a circuit board he sees something entirely different than when a novice is looking at the very same circuit board. Why? Because the electronics expert has a more thorough understanding and knowledge about what he is looking at. All the novice sees is a bunch of meaningless components.

This is why our points-of-view DIFFER. They differ because our EXPERIENCES differ, our cultures differ, our beliefs differ, our educations differ, our languages differ our social consensus realities differ. We are individuals and each of us processes information according to his (or her) own unique conscious experiences.

Sometimes we are literally BLIND to something easily seen by another person.

When Darwin contacted an indian tribe during his famous trip on the HMS Beagle, most of the indians COULD NOT PHYSICALLY SEE the tall ship on the horizon. They could only see the little boats but they were simply BLIND to the huge ship because they had never seen nor mentally conceived of such a thing before. The whole idea of such a large ship was absent from their reality because their minds had nothing to relate to it within their information processing grids.

However, the SHAMAN of the tribe, whose job it was to gather beneficial information for the tribe, DID SEE the huge ship. After he explained it to the rest of the tribe, THEY TOO were then able to see it. This story is recorded by Charles Darwin in the journal of his famous trip to the Gallapagos Islands.

What we are able to see is determined by our ability to mentally process information according to the limitations of our point-of-view.

If we understand this, we will begin to offer allowance and compassion to others who do not see things the same way as we ourselves.

Such an understanding within us can emerge once we become aware of our own mental and emotional processes and pay attention to them. This happens gradually through proper meditation and contemplation or SUDDENLY through the ingestion of psychedelic substances.

SUDDENLY may not be the best way to encounter this paradigm shift because it can also be quite shocking and upsetting. That’s why the ingestion of such substances requires profound care and respect. Such experiences can be like storming the gates of heaven with dynamite or plunging into the depths of hell in absolute terror depending upon how one is prepared, what intentions one brings to the experience and how willing one is to plunge into the unknown, never to be the same again. Of that there is no doubt. COURAGE is being filled with fright – but proceeding anyway.

One learns that good or bad WE are responsible for our own thoughts and the consequences of those thoughts. WE are responsible for our own view and understanding. WE are responsible for our own reality – no one else – because WE have created it either consciously or unconsciously.

It is far better to create our own reality CONSCIOUSLY rather than UNCONSCIOUSLY because if we are unconscious of our creations, we become easily subject to our own victim mentality and disempowerment.

This is the present state of humanity on planet earth in 2010 – but – there are hopeful signs of change and awakening.

The conscious creation of our own reality does not necessarily mean changing things out there but changing how WE interpret and respond to those things. We can turn lemons into lemonade.

If this formulation of reality is an UNCONSCIOUS matter, we are highly subject to outside manipulation and control by exterior elements which do not have our best interest at heart and also our interior shadow elements which we have refused to acknowledge or come to terms with.

CONSCIOUSLY we can cognitively REFRAME our own thought processes and no longer be subject to mind-control through advertising, ideologies, mindless consumerism, propaganda and the constant barrage of loud and meaningless slogans being constantly broadcast into our senses by every form of political entertainment through every possible type of state-controlled media outlet.
Once our thinking processes have become positively reformatted, the parameters of our negative social consensus realities dissolve, while we begin to see the much larger picture. This can be a frightening process indeed because things are NOT as they first appear to be on the surface.

We can learn to ACT consciously rather than REACT unconsciously from outside stimuli such as fear or slick salesmanship.

This is the empowerment humanity needs but it is far more than ingesting psychedelic substances, it is searching and finding out who and what we are.


The ETIs have super-technology that can scan the Meissner fields emitting from human DNA. They can read your personal signature from those electromagnetic Meissner fields and detect when a person’s consciousness is ripe for new experiences of communication.

The strong dose of LSD that Eddie and I ingested that night caused our awareness to expand outside our normally restricted social concensus realities. Therefore, we were ripe for contact and the interaction I have described. The contact was not DUE to having ingested LSD but having done so made us especially open to such unusual possibilities.

Although Eddie had encountered the Greys many times before as a common abductee, that night in August of 1967 was his first conscious remembrance of them. How could either of us ever forget such a thing?

No, I’m not recommending LSD as a way to make ET contact. It definitely is not. However, in this particular case (and a few others), the openness of our minds was particularly valuable for ET to facilitate communication through a probing and learning cosmic experience unhindered by what would have ordinarily been restrictive fear and incredulity.

My mind, in spending years of focused contemplation on what happened that night, has triggered a highly personal epiphany of our Universal interconnectivity and all the vast implications thereof for the human race on planet earth.

In experiencing these things, I have also begun to recall that I incarnated into this life with a mission and purpose which is now unfolding into my human understanding on a need to know basis.

I am learning to trust the inner Spirit wherever it leads—-and thereby overcome all hinderances.


Some Poetry

What I Am To Be——I AM now Becoming

  1. Hi Nestingwave–I left you a comment, but I think the universe has made it vanish. What a wonderful life and experiences–You have a wonderful site, I shall certainly read it and have some things to say, I am sure.

    Thank you for allowing me to be present here–God works in mysterious ways and leads us to certain places, people. We are always where we have to be.

    Blessed are those that believe who have not yet seen–You are even more blessed as you are a wayshower. Thank you your words are appreciated.
    P.S. maybe you got the previous message as well.

    Namaste and blessings of–love, light and peace,
    Suzanne aka Sarkany

  2. Just a note–I follow Greg`s messages closely –as well as a few other.

  3. Thanks Suzanne aka Sarkany heheheh. Fancy meeting you here. Good to meet you. I look forward to our communication. Peace to you dear sister.


  4. U constructed quite a few outstanding ideas throughout your article, “My Story Interconnectivity”.
    I am going to remain coming to your blog before long.

    Thanks a lot ,Cathern

  5. Roy… I new, I liked you from the start. Thank you for being a wise man… Namaste

  6. And, I’m with You, on your journey. No illusions. no hallucinations, along with life time drug-free DNA. Through the spectrum of various depths and widths of vision; vision beyond the other dimensions, that brings us the meaning of ONEness.

    Cosmic Harmony

  7. Roy, “when the student (me) is ready, the teacher will appear,” as the saying goes. It seems that our lives are so similar in many respects! I have much to discuss, but for now, I will just say, Thank you for the gift of your being! I have much to learn, but also have a lot I can teach. I am thrilled to know you are connecting with many of us volunteers. This is a short message of Gratitude! Blessings, dear friend. Lovingly, “Yu Yo” (Our new original-music site–sort of new . . . 😉

  8. Greetings Don — I am so honored to encounter you. Undoubtedly, in some as yet unknown way — it is “destiny” (as the Annunaki once reportedly said — rather than “fate.”)

    I am here looking at this beautiful picture of you on your official website. It looks like that could be Monument Valley in the background (or some place similar.)

    Today, after I finish dueling the now-Amazon-green-jungle in me backyard 🙂 — oh, by the way, today I do it with PURE JOY having put out a strong SOS to me angelic helpers and they arrived immediately — I will sit quietly and grok/listen to your music to which I already feel “magnetically” affiliated — even before I have ever heard a single note.

    Who knows? Perhaps someday we can jam? 🙂

    I am 72 — have had two heart attacks and two mini strokes — BUT — am in PERFECT (make that BEING PERFECTED) health and will live to 134. And — if for some reason I do not — (ALWAYS a possibility) I will fully accept that and it is perfectly all right.

    But — I am here for this dimensional transition, (as you are), and hope to fully enter in and contribute my momentary improvisations as I discover and refine them for more precise communication.

    Since I found a kind of energetic “plugging in” has occurred within my being.

    I have bumped into some incredible teachers over there — including Kim, Nin, TNT and now YOU, brother. I also sense that there are . . . let me say . . . observing eyes (so far, silent) in the background?

    This, of course, is not surprising at all — and only serves to open me up further that I might more carefully listen to my ever-present mentors and give whatever I can in the best way that I can — and can what I can’t . . . heheheh. 😮

    Ahhhh . . . the glorious Cosmic red pencil of multidimensional editing! 🙂

    My email address is:

    Let us (more discreetly) communicate hithertoforth in that manner. Drop me a note and we will establish that more focused conversation.

    There is much to share. Meantime — see you at Stellar.

    Peace be unto you brother . . . and . . .



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