audio  
clips from 
book of Virginia Aronson.
 Celestial Healing,
from -99.

This text excerpt was sent from an acquaintance and is here made as an audio file, to personally get a certain overview of the book, which I do not have time to study or read in the usual way,

Also note that there are probably many text errors here due to a perhaps poor scanning.


from
PART I.
It Happened
to Us.

Cancer Cure.
A resident of New Smyrna Beach, a lovely coastal town
just south of Daytona Beach, Florida, Lynne Plaskett is a
respected leader in her community, where she is known for
her activism in the preservation of natural resources. She
is also a vocal advocate for the less fortunate and has
served on a number of community service committees including the Council on Aging, Commission on the Status of
Women, and Habitat for Humanity. Lynne was elected a
county councilwoman for Volusia County in 1994. For the
past ten years, she has worked full time as the assistant
director of Community Development for the nearby city of
Edgewater.
An artist and writer, Lynne has published poetry and
songs. She co-authored a play that was staged at the Los
Angeles Performing Arts Theatre. She is currently writing a
memoir. With husband Bill, a journeyman lineman, Lynne
has six children. She is forty-seven years old.
Lynne was the first experiencer I interviewed for this
book. Over a long weekend in 1997, my family and I drove
up the east coast of Florida to Lynne's log cabin-style home

nestled in a forested glen a few miles from the interstate
highway. I felt nervous, unsure as to what this woman would
be like. In 1996, there had been quite a bit of publicity
throughout the state while Lynne was running for reelection
to her county council seat because she had appeared on
national television, openly discussing her UFO experience
and celestial healing. At the time, I was not very interested
in extraterrestrial matters, but I remembered Lynne's bravery and willingness to risk her career. (She lost the
election.)
As soon as Lynne opened the screen door, my anxiety
about meeting an ET experiencer rapidly diminished. A
warm, energetic woman, Lynne welcomed us into her cozy
home, introducing us to several talkative children, her smiling husband, two large dogs, and, later on, some hyper
turkeys and cuddly bunnies kept in big pens in the spacious
backyard. While my son played with her six-year-old on a
huge blue trampoline under the massive oak trees, Lynne
and I talked. Here is her story in her own words.
LL the eldest of six children, and my mother raised
all of us on her own. We were pretty poor, but we
were happy and did not realize that we were poor.
When I married the father of my oldest child Clifford, we moved to Santa Barbara. The marriage
didn't work out, so we separated. My mother,
brother, and sisters had moved to Long Beach, where
my sister Kathy and I decided to get an apartment
together. Kathy was working the night shift in a
doughnut shop, and I was going to school full time
during the day to learn mechanical engineering. My


sister is a wonderful person and she loved Clifford,
so our living arrangement worked out real well.
In May of 1975, when I was one month shy of my
twenty-fifth birthday, I went to the walk-in clinic at
UCLA Medical Center to get my annual Pap smear
done so that I could refill my prescription for birth
control pills. It was a zoo, swarming with people, a
gray place with a cold and uncaring roll-'em-in-androll-'em-out atmosphere. I thought, Thank God I only
have to go through this once a year.
One day soon after, I received a postcard in the
mail indicating that there was something wrong with
my Pap test results and that I needed to contact my
doctor right away. I went back to the clinic, where
they did a biopsy, taking a little sample of tissue
from the cervix.
The results were conclusive. I had cervical cancer.
I was pretty frightened. The doctor explained that
they would do a procedure called a "cone biopsy,"
excising a large section of the cervix (shaped like a
cone), hopefully to remove all of the cancerous material. But just in case the cancer had infiltrated my
womb, the doctor said to prepare myself for a possible hysterectomy.
"How do I do that?" I asked. I was twenty-four
years old! Even though I didn't want any more children at the time as I was a single mother, I still felt
confused. When somebody tells you they're going to
take all you have, you start having second thoughts.
I got really frightened, and went home feeling dazed
and sorry for myself.


My sister Kathy agreed to watch Clifford, who was
only three, for the time that I would need in the
hospital. I checked in early and underwent chest X
rays, blood tests, a physical exam, another physical
exam, and another.  We were scheduled to go into
surgery the next day, but the doctors came into my
room and asked me some strange questions.
"Have you been feeling tired lately?' one asked.
When I said, "No, not really,'"" they all looked at
each other.
"How long have you had that lump in your neck?"
another doctor asked. I said, "What lump?" I hadn't
noticed it, the swollen lymph node just above my
right collarbone, because it was just under the skin
and barely visible.
"We see something unusual in your chest X ray,"
one of the doctors told me. "So we're going to postpone your operation for a couple of days. We need
to make sure you're otherwise in good health before
we perform surgery." I thought, What else could possibly go wrong?
Two days later, they performed the cervical cone
biopsy and took a sample of the lymph node at the
same time. Then they rolled me into a room with
five other female patients. One woman had had her
stomach and part of her bladder removed. Another
had had brain surgery. My case seemed minor in
comparison.
The doctors dropped by during their rounds. An
intern introduced himself and another doctor, the
chief oncology resident, who said, "Lynne, we have


some good news and some bad news. What news do
you want to hear first?' I said, "The good news, I
guess." So they told me that they did not need to
- perform the hysterectomy, that all of the cancerous
tissue was removed with the cone biopsy. Tears filled
my eyes as I thanked them. But the surgeon indicated you will never have children due to extensive
ovarian scar tissue," they added.
Then they told me the bad news.
The biopsy of the lymph node indicated that I had
another cancer of some sort. And when a specialist
looked at my X rays, there was a malignant tumor in
my lungs. Other tests showed cancer in my kidneys,
spleen, liver, and bone marrow. They concluded that
I had a then-rare form of cancer called "convoluted
T-cell lymphoma.They said it was typically a
childhood cancer, and they had never seen it in an
adult before. The three cases they were aware of were
infants at New York Children's Hospital. The doctors
indicated that they would contact the New York doctors to try to figure out how to treat my case.
"In the meantime," I said, "I've got this disease.
What are you going to do for me? What are my
chances?" The intern responded, To be perfectly

honest with you, we think you have about three
months left."
I said, "What?
The doctors explained that the cancer had progressed and that it was a very aggressive type of
cancer. It had already infiltrated my entire body except for, possibly, my stomach and brain.
"Wait a minute," I said. "I just came in here for
some birth control pills and you're telling me I have
three months to live? Are you sure you don't have the
wrong person? I have no symptoms. I'm not tired. I
don't feel sick. I just don't understand! This is too
much for me to fathom."
They were very considerate. They explained a lot
of it to me, or tried to. And they said they needed
to get a protocol set up for me, to see if they could
do something for me, at least to prolong my life a little.
I was thinking, My God! Of course, I started crying.
The intern sat and held my hand. He actually had
tears in his eyes. I think it was the first time he'd
had to tell somebody as young as I was that they
were going to die. He sat with me for quite a while,
comforting me, talking.
Then I told him I had to go home. He said, "Lynne,
you can't go home. You need to stay in the hospital.
You're a very sick woman." I told him I had a three-
. year-old son at home: I've got arrangements to
make for my son, things I need to clear up. And I'll
need to grieve in private. I can't sit here and grieve
in a room full of strangers. I need my privacy right
now.

Of course, it was against hospital regulations. I
would have to sign out against medical advice. He
said, ""You've really got to let us try to help you. If
you leave, your chances are slim to none."
I said, But I need to go home for just one night."
I was begging him. He said he would see what he
could do.
When he returned later, he told me that I could go
home for the night. But I had to promise to return
early the next morning. "You have to promise me
that you'll return before the 7:00 a.m. shift change,"
he said. I guess there was a certain time period for
"outings," and if the patient was gone for longer,
they would be automatically discharged from the
hospital.
So I promised. I called my sister and told her I
was coming home, that the cone biopsy had been "a
success." I decided to tell her the rest in person when
I got there. I was thinking that I would just go home,
sit down and explain everything to Kathy, and we
would work something out.
When I got home, nobody was there. I started pacing around the apartment. I was really beside myself.
I sketched a picture of myself, of how I felt inside. I
sat and stared out the window. I felt so lonely. Finally, I went into the bedroom I shared with Clifford,
to lie down and wait for them.
The bedroom was small, just big enough for twin
beds, a small table, and a dresser. There was a large
sliding-glass window, maybe two by four feet wide,
which was open. I began to cry. Hard. Then I was

moaning. I have never cried like that in my entire
life, before or since that day. It was coming from the
depths, the bowels of my soul.
At first, I was crying for myself. I was thinking,
What have I done to deserve this? I'm a good person.
Things like this aren't supposed to happen to people who
have a good heart and try to do the right thing.
After I finished crying for myself, I began to cry
for my son. I looked at his empty bed, the neat array
of stuffed animals. I was thinking, What about him?
He's too young to understand. When I die, all he's going
to remember is that I left him. And I'm all he has! It is
just so unfair.
I probably cried for several hours. I was completely
exhausted. It was getting dark by the time I was all
cried out. I just lay there, feeling numb.
Then I became aware of a humming sound, an
electrical buzzing type of noise. It seemed to be emanating from the wall behind my head. It sounded
like a small generator or other piece of machinery. I assumed it was one of the neighbors, working on
something.
The room began to fill up with foglike smoke. It was gradual, so I lay there thinking, Maybe I need to
get up and close the window. But as the fog thickened
into a dense white cloud, I realized that my body
was paralyzed. I couldn't move; it was as if I were
frozen in time. It was weird because I knew something was happening to me-I didn't understand
what it was, but I wasn't afraid. I felt completely relaxed. There was no fear whatsoever.


By this time, the whole room was engulfed in this
cold white fog. I tried to focus on the ceiling light
fixture, but I couldn't see it. The next thing I knew,
my body was levitating off the bed! I levitated up
around a foot.
All of a sudden, something came in through the
window. It was a disk-shaped object, about eight to
ten inches across, four to six inches tall, with a
slightly raised top. It looked like a Frisbee, only much
thicker. It had little rectangular openings like windows around the edge, which were radiating different colors: yellow, red, blue, green. The disk was
gyrating slowly in a counterclockwise direction. It
was just above my head, hovering.
I was looking right at this thing and it was stationary for a moment. Through the little windows, I
could see these soft lights. Then the disk began to
move, slowly. It moved from my head down to my
feet, almost in a scanning motion, then it moved back
up again. It scanned from head to toe and back again
three times, but never actually touched me.
For some unknown reason, there was no sense of
fear, anxiety, or even concern. I felt so completely
relaxed.
After scanning my body, the disk left through the
window, just the way it had come in. The smoke
dissipated, and I was gently lowered back onto my
bed. The humming sound vanished.
All sense of time had completely escaped me. I
had no idea if hours had passed or mere seconds.
But a kind of veil of security seemed to fall upon

me. I felt tranquil, serene. So, I just rolled over and
went to sleep. I knew everything was going to be
all right.
I woke up the next morning and went out onto
the balcony. The sky was azure, the most exquisite
shade of blue I'd ever seen. The air was fresh, fragrant with flowers. I felt revitalized, and humble in
the face of nature's beauty. I also felt completely
refreshed.
Kathy and Clifford had not returned. I telephoned
my mother, who said they had spent the night with
her. I asked her to meet me at the hospital, where
the doctors could explain everything to her. Then I
rushed back to the hospital. I didn't want to get the
intern in trouble.
When the oncologist came by on his rounds, I told
him, "You know what? I'm not going to die. I'm
telling you right now, I am not going to die. I'm going
to be fine."
He looked at me carefully and said, "Yeah, okay,
Lynne." He was just pacifying me, as if to say,
"Whatever works for you is fine. And now we're
going to proceed."
Perhaps I didn't recall at the time what had happened the night before, because I'm sure I would
have shared that with him. Years later, when I asked
the oncologist if he remembered me telling him about
my experience, he said no. I thought I had told him,
but he certainly would have remembered if I had.
He did recall that I said I wasn't going to die.
The doctors got a protocol of drugs from New

York Children's Hospital. It was chemotherapy, so
some of the drugs had been used with other types
of cancer. But some of the drugs they were going to
try on me were purely experimental. They warned
me about some of the complications that might occur.
So I asked them, "If I take all of these experimental
drugs you want me to take, how long are you going
to give me to live?'"" And they said that, based on the
chemotherapy results with the babies in New York,
I could possibly live almost a year.
A year? But, I thought, what do I have to lose? I
agreed to take the drugs. All of them.
Within two days of the night I'd spent at home,
the tumor in my chest had been drastically reduced.
But the doctors did not tell me this. I began some of
the chemotherapy a few days later.
Within four months, I was in complete remission.
Some of the drugs they used made me so sick. It
was as if I'd been abducted by the American Medical
Association! It was as if they had, with my permission, abducted me and were performing experiments
on me. And I was getting deathly ill from the drugs
they were giving me. I had never felt sick at all from
the disease! But the chemotherapy was making me
sicker and sicker. I lost all my hair. My reflexes were
gone.  But, within a four-month period, I was in
total remission.
The doctors were extremely surprised. They were
pleased. After four months of their horrendous treatment, I asked the oncologist if the chemotherapy had
cured me. And he said, Lynne, I have to be honest

with you. In my professional opinion, 99.9 percent of
your cure was your mental attitude toward the disease. Because you said early on that you were simply
not going to die."
I went back to school full time. I graduated in the
top ten of my class, and the California State Department of Rehabilitation gave me an award: Rehabilitant of the Year. I was totally surprised.
My life returned to normal. I entered the work
force, remarried in 1978, and moved to Florida. Bill
and I had two more children (Bill had three when
we met, so we raised the six kids together). I had
been told over and over that I would not have any
more children, so the doctors couldn't figure it out.
One evening in 1981, I was sitting in my living
room reading a book. The TV was on, and I was half
listening to some magazine program. There were two
gentlemen on the show who claimed they had been
abducted by a UFO. They also claimed to have made
a tape recording of what they called the "mother
ship," which had hovered over their boat while they
were fishing. They played the tape on TV.
I sat straight up in my chair. It was the exact same
sound I'd heard in my bedroom that night back in
May of 1975. And then I knew: I said, ""Oh, my God! - That's what it was! And this was the very first time
I had connected what had happened that night to
any sort of reality whatsoever. That was when I finally realized the disk was an unidentified flying object, or something extraterrestrial in nature.
Until that night in 1981, I had no idea what my

experience with the disk was about. When I'd told
other people, family members and a few friends, they
had said, "Maybe it was an angel," or "Maybe it was
God, coming to you in the only form you would
accept." I was open to all kinds of explanations, because I had no idea what it was. Until that night in
1981: The connection was made instantaneously at that
point, and I knew exactly what had happened. It was
like the lightbulb came on. And I said, "Oh, so that's
what happened to me."
Kathy later confirmed that she had heard the
humming sound, too. She had returned to the apartment with Clifford and, opening the front door,
heard a "loud, electrical type noise. And something
told me: DON'T GO IN," Kathy explained. "So I said
to Clifford, Let's go over to Grandma's.' '" We had
never talked about this because it had simply never
come up.
I cannot say that I know why the UFO healing
experience happened to me. But I do know there's a
reason. And since that night in 1975, other things
have happened to me. Things have happened over
_ the years that I did not connect to that experience
until recently. Now, with all the research I have done
on this topic, I realize that I was given a gift. I was
saved, for a reason. Part of that reason is, I believe, to
share my story with the world.
My experience was a very positive one, but I told
very few people about it. How do you tell people
you believe you've been cured of cancer by a UFO
without having them think you're crazy? In 1996, a

producer at the Maury Povitch Show called me. They
were doing a show on abductions and begged me to
appear. I said, Look, I'm in the middle of a reelection campaign for the county council. I really don't
think it would be a good time for me to appear on
your show." But I discussed the idea with my family,
and everyone encouraged me to do it.
In September of 1996, I went on the show and told
my story. I "came out publicly because I know that
if it had not been for my UFO experience, I would
not be here today. I know that in my heart. In my
case, I know that my experience was 99.9 percent
responsible for my recovery from what was, at that
time, a rare and fatal form of cancer. I was given
a gift.
People ask if I have any way of getting in contact
with these beings. (I hate the word "alien." It's so
degrading.) But I never saw any beings. I saw this
disk. And I cannot say what it was, except that I now
know it was extraterrestrial in essence because some
wonderful things have happened to me as a result
of that experience. I was healed. I also developed an
ability to see' things in order to help people. For
example, when a person is missing something, I know where their lost things are. I can tell a person
whether or not they will get a job they've applied for. I can do things like this. I don't make it a practice, or do it for just anybody. But I was given this gift of "sight" in conjunction with the healing experience.
And it has helped in a lot of circumstances.
Another gift is a healing ability. For example, if one

of my children had an ear infection, I'd lay my hand
on them and concentrate. And take the pain away. For
so long, I thought this ability to heal was a natural
ability that all mothers had. Now I see it as a gift
as well.
A couple of months ago, I went to the doctor for -
a chest X ray. I'm a healthy person, considering the
fact that I smoke. (Well, I know it's not good for me.
But I've been smoking cigarettes since I was twelve
years old.) The doctor showed me my X ray. He said,
"Look at this. There is no scar from the malignant
tumor. And there's no indication here that you
smoke. No sign whatsoever."
I am learning more and more every day about the
gifts that have been bestowed on me since the healing experience almost twenty-five years ago. And I
believe that coming forward to tell my story is not
the end for me, there's still something else that I'm
supposed to do. I'm not sure yet what that is. What
I do know is, it's not over yet!

from
CHAPTER 2,

John Hunter Gray is a sociologist, community organizer,
and well-known specialist in race/cultural relations and
UFO/ET encounters. The former chairman of the Indian
Studies Department at the University of North Dakota,
Gray's career has encompassed multiethnic organizing, civil
rights organizing, and community organizing for American
Indians. His father was Micmac/Abenaki/Mohawk Indian, his
mother Scottish.
In the 1960s, Gray, then known as John R. Salter, Jr.
(he legally changed his name in 1995 to honor a Native
American ancestral name), served as the organizer of Mississippi's "Jackson Movement," one of America's first massive nonviolent civil rights protests. As chronicled in the
1996 movie Ghosts of Mississippi (and Gray's own book,
Jackson, Mississippi), the movement was beset by violence,
leading to the murder of civil rights leader Medgar Evers.
One of the last to see Evers alive, Gray himself was the
target of violence, beaten four times by police and local
whites, his house shot up by "night riders." At the famous
Woolworth sit-in in 1963, Gray, who was on the faculty of

a nearby black college, and two of his students were beaten
and smeared with condiments at a breakfast counter while
FBI agents looked on.
Gray has received numerous honors and awards for his
social justice work, including the North Dakota Martin Luther
King, Jr. Award for Social Justice Activities. He speaks regularly at colleges and universities and is frequently interviewed in the media about social justice issues, Native
American history and sociology, and occasionally UFOs and
ETs. A native of Arizona, Gray now lives in Idaho with his
wife, Eldri. They have four children and eight grandchildren.
He is sixty-four years old.
These days, John Gray is exceedingly careful about
agreeing to conduct interviews on the subject of his personal experiences with ETs. He feels he has been too often
misquoted and misrepresented in the media, so he usually
restricts his public discussions on celestial matters to academic forums and a few select media appearances. When
I first contacted John, .he politely refused to be interviewed
for this book. Only after I reassured him that the focus of
the book and the UFO/ET experiences discussed would be
positive and healing in nature did he agree to participate. A
soft-spoken man, John Hunter Gray combines the engaging
storytelling of a good teacher with the analytical skills of a
sociologist when he recounts the credible, incredible events
of his own celestial healings.
state candidly at the outset that I see the ET visitors, the so-called alien humanoids, as friendly
and with positive motivations and beneficial effects.
I am inclined also to see them as essentially one race,

quite similar to ourselves in many ways, but a good
jump ahead evolution-wise. Based on my own experiences and on direct and collateral contact with hundreds of other experiencers, I view the ETs as
friendly but understandably cautious given our
"challenging" world.
As a long-term community organizer, I can see that
like all good organizers the ETs are working at the
grassroots level. I very much believe they are involved in a long-term endeavor that involves:
1. Helping some people on Earth "keep on keeping
on' in the save-the-world business, sharpening
our social justice sensitivity; and
2. Sensitizing humanity on a step-by-step basis to the
presence of friendly ET life in our solar neighborhood with whom we will ultimately interact.'
But let me say that if you had asked me on the
morning of March 20, 1988, if I thought there was
"something out there," I would have said, Probably,
maybe; but I don't really know." I didn't really give a
damn about it one way or the other.
On March 20, 1988, I left North Dakota with my
then twenty-three-year-old son, John III, for a speaking trip in Mississippi and Louisiana. Several days
before our departure, I had, quite uncharacteristically
(because I am always a straight-line, no-dallying
driver), decided to proceed through the lonely, isolated,
narrow and winding roads of the rugged Mississippi
River hill country of southwestern Wisconsin. In retrospect, it was clear that the route I had picked some
days before for the first day of our junket was certainly not logical.
When we were at LaCrosse late that first afternoon,
we were fully awake, vigorous, well fed, with myself
driving. Our firm and clear intent was to keep on
the chosen route. But then, once into that isolated
setting, episodes of gentle, double amnesia began,
and we were further diverted onto roads even more
illogical and eventually obscure. Matters culminated
in the late afternoon and early evening with ninety
minutes of missing time in the darkened woods near
Richland Center, Wisconsin.
The next morning, we had a close-up and fully
conscious sighting of a UFO spacecraft five miles east
of Peoria, Illinois. At 10:14 a.m., there was no traffic
around us or ahead of us in either direction. And it
was then that we both saw a bright, expanding light
coming toward us from the sky above and directly
ahead of us. Immediately, we realized it was an incredibly bright object, glowing with extraordinary
shimmering silveriness. (The closest analogy I can
_ make is the glowing coals of an oak fire, moving
back and forth.) It was two-thirds the size of the full
double highway. When about two hundred yards
from us, it swerved slightly and rose over our pickup
truck at an angle. We could now make out its saucerlike form and, I think, slight dome. Then, with
incredible speed, it was gone."
At that point, my son and I had several simultaneous thoughts: We saw this sighting as a deliberate

appearance for our benefit, and ours alone; we saw
it as quite friendly; and we felt that it somehow explained the bewildering occurrences of the previous
night.
I then remembered the only UFO situation I had
ever read a bit about: the Betty and Barney Hill encounter of 1961, which I had read about primarily
because I was interested in the interracial nature of
their marriage.* At the time, I was only casually interested in their UFO experience but, impressed by
the first-rate character of the Hills, I always remembered their friendly encounter with ETs.* (Soon after
our own experience, I wrote to Betty Hill and she
has since become a close friend of our family.)
It is obvious that these encounters of ours-and I
believe this to be the case with most, if not all, people-were specifically selective, anything except random, and necessitated a good deal of careful
planning and gentle maneuvering by the ETs.
About ninety days after the March encounters, I began a spontaneous recall, which moved forward in
a vivid and orderly fashion. In due course, my son's
recall commenced. Our respective recalls, which
mesh with and complement one another's, clearly indicate that the bulk of our ninety minutes of missing
time involved the following events:
*Perhaps the most famous of the UFO abductees, Barney was
black, a member of the New Hampshire Civil Rights Commission,
his wife Betty a white social worker. Their abduction story first
appeared in Look magazine in 1966, and later that year as the book
Interrupted Journey. 

As the four-lane highway ends and total amnesia
envelops us, we are gently but firmly forced off the
highway onto a very narrow and extremely rough
road. We park the pickup near the upper far end of
this winding, timbered road.
Then we are standing, John  and I, not far from
the passenger's side of the pickup. It is almost dark.
Completely at ease, I can see two or three small humanoid figures climbing on the back bumper looking
at the gear in the back of the truck. Up close, they
are four to four and one-half feet tall with thin bodies
and limbs, but with comparatively large heads and
conspicuously large quasi-slanted eyes. There are
several of these small people around us, perhaps six
or seven; and a taller, humanoid figure almost as
tall as I, (six feet), and not as proportionately thin as
the others.
Our communication with them is telepathically
specific. John  sits down. Three of the small humanoids gather around, viewing him with as much
fascination as he does them. Everyone is very
pleasant.
Now we are walking through the darkening
woods, up a ravine and over a small ridge to the
UFO that is in a rather secluded clearing some distance from the pickup.
Throughout this entire (and still-continuing) recall
process of mine is the clear, persistent, definite sense
of a brightly lit room illuminated with a kind of
white light, and a deep blue glowing panel. An implant is placed very carefully up into my right nostril
and well beyond . There is now an injection into

my neck at the thyroid area, and then an injection
into my upper center chest (thymus gland).*
The feeling is very powerful that the meeting has
gone very well indeed-from everyone's standpoint.
Our tall humanoid friend walks with me back
through the woods to the pickup. I feel an extremely
strong, poignant sense of farewell toward the tall
figure, sensing equally strong reciprocity. The tall
figure and I tell each other that we will see one another again in another place in another time. I know
that I have a very special relationship with the tall
humanoid. (Let me point out here that whenever
races and cultures begin to come together, halfbreeds play very important, often very critical, intermediary "go-between" roles. I'm a_half-breed
Indian myself.)
Now John III and I are by ourselves in the pickup.
We wait. Very shortly, from his window, John II
watches the brightly lit UFO rise and move diagonally up into the dark clouds and beyond. We drive
a short distance to the end of the road, and take the
highway back to the road into Richland Center.
We both feel that double amnesia was briefly induced once again at that time in order that we, still
somewhat somnambulistic, would pass through the


business section without stopping and perhaps attracting negative attention.*
Since then, there has been another encounter that
involved John III and myself, this time in Montana.
In early July of 1997, my son and I took the first long
trip that we had taken together, just the two of us,
since the March 1988 encounter. We traveled from
Grand Forks to Idaho, where I have many family
roots and connections. I purchased an excellent home
way up on a mountain slope, then we headed back
to Grand Forks.
By the time we passed through Billings, Montana,
it was 11:35 p.m. I was driving, feeling wide awake.
Some very strange things began to occur after that,
among them an odd light that followed us from
- about one-half hour out of Billings onward. I became
dazed, and John worried about an impending UFO
encounter. We both felt very strange during this time.
Suddenly, I noticed that according to the road
signs we were making extremely poor time, even
though I was driving between fifty-eight and sixtyfive mph, mostly sixty-five. And somewhere in all of
_ this was a weird blue light in the trees above the
highway.
We pulled into a rest stop and I checked my watch:
1:45 a.m. We knew that an ET experience had occurred, someway, somehow. We both felt good about
it, although I had an upset stomach that persisted well
into the next day. We continued on to North Dakota.
Later, in checking, we found that it had taken us two
hours and ten minutes to travel seventy-one miles!

Both John and I now feel that an encounter began
about a half hour out of Billings, around the time the
odd light appeared, and that this encounter lasted
for about an hour. It probably took place on one of
the several little rural roads off of the isolated section
of the interstate we were traveling on. We have reason to believe there were cursory physical exams and
medical boosts, resulting essentially in a strengthening of the beneficial effects from the 1988 encounter.
In a very clear, vivid recall dream I experienced
six months later:
John and I are meeting with several ETs, one taller
than the rest, all wearing white. We are outside of
the pickup truck on a darkened dirt road. For a moment, I am apprehensive, but only moderately so.
Then I feel an extremely powerful sense of friendly
well-being coming from them.
We are both fine now, couldn't be better. And we
continue to see the ETs as friendly, sensitive, and
considerate.
In due course, it became clear to me that I had had
three previous close encounter experiences: late May
1957, in rural Arizona when I was twenty-three; early
August 1952, in rural Arizona when I was eighteen;
late summer 1941, in rural Kansas when I was seven.
As far as we know, my son John III had not had any
encounters prior to our experience in 1988. Since the
1988 UFO encounter experience, a great deal of recall
has occurred for me. Some of this has involved the

three previously submerged encounters. John III has
also had much recall. We both see all of this, including the ETs, their motivations and their effects, as
very positive. We certainly hope and expect to see
them again.
After the 1988 encounter, a number of physiological changes occurred in me. These changes began to
unfold in 1988, and all have continued to this day.
My son has experienced several of these changes as
well. In addition, he grew more than an inch (despite
being twenty-three years of age at the time of the ET
episode). We both see all of these physical changes
as positive, good indeed. In fact, I have not needed
the professional services of any doctor for these past
ten years, and have had no colds or flu of any
substance.
Here is a list of the physical changes I have experienced, and it is still current:
1. My head hair grows much faster than my previous normal rate-at least twice as fast.
2. My eyebrows have grown much thicker, and
darker.
3. Hair has grown over my previously hairless
(or almost hairless) body areas-arms, legs,
stomach, chest-and continues to grow still, at
a slower rate.
4. Inow have a very dark beard (i.e., "five o'clock
shadow") that I did not have in any sense before 1988, but that occurred rapidly; I noticed
it by late in that year.
My fingernails and toenails are growing two to
three times faster than my previous normal
rate; now I must cut my fingernails at least
once a week.
. [have grown about one-half inch taller. (Also,
my feet grew a full size from 13D to 14D in
the months following the 1997 encounter.)
Cuts and scratches clot almost immediately
and heal very fast; my gums bled every day
from 1984 until soon after the 1988 encounter,
when they cleared up for good.
. Residual disfigurement on the right side of my
face (which stemmed from an auto wreck in
1963 when there was an attempt on my life
during the Jackson Movement) completely
faded as of the spring of 1989.
. My skin tone improved quickly, most skin Ispots disappearing completely, along with several scars.
I've never had many wrinkles, but those I did
have faded completely and did not reappear.
My skin is much healthier in general; plus, my
face and neck area have slimmed (as has my
entire body to some extent) without any sagging skin.
My circulation has improved dramatically.
My eyesight-always good at a distance, not
so good as the years passed with regard to
reading-improved slowly after the encounter
and is still improving.
After more than thirty-five years of heavy

smoking, I quit (in May 1989) with no physical
or psychological difficulties of any kind.
15. Interestingly, my protein needs increased substantially, as did my desire for green vegetables, especially peas and broccoli; my fondness
for buttermilk also increased.
16. After 1988, I have had much more energy.
17. My immunity is greatly heightened, especially
with respect to colds and flus (heavy stuff in
North Dakota and Idaho!), and I have had no
illnesses since the 1988 encounter.
18. I had suffered from a bad sinus condition,
which cleared up soon after the 1988 encounter
and became a very minor problem.
Another change is this: Ever since I was very small,
I have felt "psychic," and my abilities in this regard
have been noticed by many people throughout the
years; ever since the 1988 encounter, my psychic abilities-telepathy, clairvoyance, precognition, telekinesis-have all increased dramatically. The most
dramatic jump in psychic abilities after each of my
encounters has been in the telekinesis dimension. But
all of these abilities increased with each encounter,
and are still increasing.
After the 1988 encounter, I began talking openly
about my UFO experiences. Most of the people I met
or heard from who had experienced convincing UFO
close encounters shared my positive view. In fact,
virtually all of the many persons from whom I've
heard since I began speaking about my own encounters, probably about 225 contacts, have been overwhelmingly positive in their perceptions of the ET
encounter experience, and see their encounters as
quite friendly. So I am certain that the ETs' motives
are positive. They like us. But, like us, they do have
their own self-interest. To them, we're the bad kids
on the block. They're doing some social work here.
Physically, emotionally, and intellectually, the ETs
are, I believe, very similar to ourselves. (Obviously,
they are ahead of us in an evolutionary sense.) So
there is much racism being exhibited in the public
fear of UFOs/ETs. "Gloom and doomers" use the
term "abduction" with regard to encounters-on
television, in print, etc. Some "abductees" refer to
the aliens' as "so ugly." This reminds one of just
how racist some human views can be.°
It seems very probable that the social/political system or systems of the ETs are democratic and strike a
balance between collective and individual well-being,
drawing from the best of the group and from the
best of individual creativity. They could never have
accomplished what they have attained and are attaining if there existed a totalitarian mentality, or an
individualistic mentality of the cutthroat fashion.
They are distinctive individual personalities, working
together to achieve common goals.
There is no question in my mind about a relationship, an encouraging relationship, between my ET
encounters and my social justice work. Most of the
close encounter experiencers I've heard from are also
involved in meaningful social justice pursuits, that is,

enhancement of the human condition with respect to
material, libertarian, and spiritual factors; environmentally and ecologically positive activities; formulation of nonviolent approaches to human problems. I
Of course, many people involved in social justice
have never had ET encounters, and some experiencers are not given to social justice endeavors. At
least, not yet. But one should not wait for a UFO
encounter to do justice work. And one's labors need
not be dramatic.
Ultimately, the ETs can offer us many things,
among them health advances and much longer life
spans, which in turn will help the human race to
mature. One of the most valuable gifts from the ETs
would be insight into balancing collective and individual well-being. And we can, I'm sure, offer them
many worthwhile gifts, both tangible and intangible.
Those of us who have been fortunate enough to have
experienced UFO close encounters should not focus
primarily on what these experiences have done for
us as individuals, but on how we can take what we
have been given, what we are and what we are becoming, and use all of that to make things better
around us.'



from
CHAPTER 3,

A systems analyst for a large international corporation, Mary
Kerfoot holds graduate degrees in psychology and mathematics. She helped to found and now coordinates a support
group for close encounter experiencers in the Chicago area.
She is also the executive director for Operation Right to
Know, a political activist group that pushes for public disclosure of government-withheld UFO information. The mother
of two grown children, Mary is fifty-six years old and lives
in a suburb of Chicago.
When she heard about this book project from another
experiencer, Mary was immediately interested in participating
and telephoned me at once. I was impressed with her intelligence, wit, and generosity: She agreed to conduct our interviews late at night, after her ten-hour workdays had ended.
Somewhat sleepy, I listened carefully as Mary struggled to
choose the right words to express her complete thoughts
on spirituality, sanity, and healing the body and soul.
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lar books on UFO close encounters. I have not
experienced, as far as I know, any kind of medical
exams or experiments. And I have not been taken
against my will. I have used hypnosis every week
for a couple of years, and nothing like that has come
out. I can't remember anything even remotely like
an abduction.
Healing incidents are very common with UFO experiencers. People report them all the time. But certain researchers do not want to hear this. They want
to believe that it is like the "Stockholm syndrome,"
that we are "identifying with our captors' and simply want to believe we are being healed. But the medical profession is acknowledging these kinds of
"miracle healings," recognizing the fact that they are
significant even though we may not understand
them.
I can recall having three different healing-type experiences. The first one I see as a preventative type
of healing, and it is very complicated. It occurred
when I was a child and is part of the first memories
I have of life. The other two, more recent incidents
are much simpler.
The first fairly recent incident was in June of 1994,
after my right eye was removed in a Chicago hospital
because of a series of traumas to it. From about the
age of sixteen, I exhibited symptoms of keratoconus,
a disorder in which the cornea of the eye pokes out.
It is like when you put your finger inside a balloon
and the balloon projects outward. The vision is very
distorted. The only way the vision can be corrected

is with contact lenses, and after that a corneal transplant may be required. I had four corneal transplants,
due to graft rejections. Then I was pruning some lilac
bushes one day, and I leaned forward and ran into
a bulb. I lacerated the cornea and iris, so I needed
another corneal transplant. But the eye just gave up.
It was shot. It began to atrophy and it was looking
horrendous. I required a new eye.
After surgery, I was brought from the recovery
room into my hospital room. I began to notice these
puffs of air that seemed to be delivered to the eye
socket. I remembered some instructions I'd been
given, instructions not to be alarmed when I felt the
puffs of air. So I figured the doctors were doing this
to help the healing process. Then I began to hear a
ticking sound inside my head. That really alarmed
me because, I thought, I don't remember any instructions about an alarm clock. But I thought, Well, maybe
it's something to keep the puffs of air delivered at regular
intervals. It never occurred to me that I might possibly be hallucinating, because I was very alert.
A day later, I was released. I went back to the
hospital the day after that for a checkup. Now, the
way they do artificial eyes nowadays is that they put
some sort of acrylic ball in the socket. A plastic shell
rests on that, and the eye muscles are attached to the
ball. In my case, they took a section of tissue from
my hip and placed it in front of the acrylic ball and
attached the muscles to that. The theory is that the
blood vessels in the tissue will vascularize this ball,

because it is porous, and it will all knit into one integrated piece so that the muscles will work the ball.
Well, the oculoplastic surgeon was quite amazed
at the degree of healing that had taken place. He
looked at the ball and the tissue and said, This is a
miracle! The ball is eighty-five percent vascularized.
It generally takes three weeks to progress this far.'
I said, "Oh, I think that's because of your instructions about the puffs of air." And he said, What
puffs of air?' I said, Well, there were these puffs of
air. " And he said, "No, we didn't give you any
puffs of air. And I didn't give you any instructions
either."
I remembered then that the instructions had come
to me in some kind of faraway state, and I began to
realize that the otherworldly beings were somehow
responsible for the puffs of air. I asked the surgeon,
"If doctors were to devise some way of delivering
puffs of air or oxygen to the eye socket, would healing be promoted?" And he said, Yes. Dramatically."
The doctor believes that my experience was an hallucination associated with the anesthesia used during
surgery. But I know the experience was real.
I still have the keratoconus in my left eye. The
right eye is doing all right, but I'm having a hard
time getting a good fit with an acrylic shell. Plus,
there was a loss of fatty tissue around the orbit, so I
needed plastic surgery to build that up. But I'm getting along fine.
The other recent incident took place in November
of 1996. Three of us-two other experiencers and myself-  decided to try to make contact with the beings.
These other two people have had a lot of conscious
awareness of their encounter experiences, as I have.
We had been wanting to make contact for some time.
We all finally decided to do it. We felt we were at
the point where we were ready to initiate contact and
not just be acted upon. And it worked remarkably
well! We were astounded at everything that happened, it was like one thing after another that
evening.
Now, leading up to that contact session, I had acquired this rash. I'd had it for about a year prior to
that encounter, but it would come and go, getting
much, much worse in times of stress. Even if it was
not inflamed, it would always be there as a reddish,
raised place on my inner arms and the tops of my
forearms, and on my neck. And that night, I was
scratching like crazy. I had actually mutilated my
arms, they were bleeding and very badly scratched.
And I kept scratching them that night.
I guess I was feeling a lot of anxiety because the
presence of the beings was really very apparent, even
before we started the contact session. My dog was
showing signs of nervousness, exploring the house
with her little tail between her legs. And the bird
was very, very hyper. I have a cockatoo named Toby.
He was pacing back and forth on his perch saying
"UFO" (a word he picked up somehow) and making
this kind of undulating sound. He was anticipating
the appearance of the beings.
We tried to stay awake all night, but either dozed
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off or went into altered states from time to time.
About 3:30 a.M., we all began to concentrate again
on communicating with these beings. Very shortly
after that, I started to go into an altered state. I felt
the floor begin to vibrate, and I felt as if I were moving. One of the other people was almost being
dragged away and I felt very worried for him. The
other person was just staring straight ahead, she was
totally zoned out, and there was an orange ball of
light over her. I was awake, but I was in an altered
state, a very strange state.
From the perspective of the man, what he saw was
an orange bubble that had encased my upper body-
shoulders, arms, neck, and head. Even though my
eyes were open and I was awake, I was not aware
of a bubble being over me. What happened when we
all came out of the altered state was a very remarkable thing: After coming out of this bubble, it was
like I had new skin. All of the scratch marks and bleeding, everything was cleared up. It was just like babysoft skin!
So, something happened. I don't know what.
The rash eventually came back, after a couple of
weeks. So that was not a permanent cure. And the
unfortunate thing is, I don't know how any of this
works. Just that it happens.
My early healing-type experiences are complicated,
and have been more like a training in nature. Starting
at about the age of two and one-half, these training
experiences dealt with learning reality for this time
and place. It sounds unusual, but it was a training

to learn this reality, in this time, and to stay focused
on this place, this reality. That way, when I was
shown something that was not real or not defined as
real by that experience, I knew how to know the
difference and to hold on to what is real. I haven't
heard anybody talk about anything like this, but this
is what my early experiences were about.
I always came away from these experiences with
a sense of what I called "the real one." I talked about
"the real one" a lot. I was afraid that if I did not
learn reality and how to stay focused, I would go
mad. I was afraid of this even as a two-and-one-halfyear-old!
"The real one' wasn't a person, but signified the
real versus a pale imitation. From time to time when
I would be outside playing, as a child younger than
five, I would suddenly see a little boy and girl about
my own age on the sidewalk. I called them the
wooden people because they had no affective state,
no emotions. And I just knew they had not learned
reality and they had not learned how to be human.
I was terrified. It was like a lesson in what would
happen if I did not learn how to be human and learn
how to stay focused on this reality.
What seemed to happen to me as a child is that
impressions from a past. existence were bleeding
through. Apparently, the memories were not closed
off for me, unlike for most children. But I knew I had
to be normal. And that I had to work at it. BUT. 
I got assistance. I got assistance from these beings,

who drove the point home for me: I had no option but
to be normal. Normal in every human way.
Mostly, I don't remember what they looked like.
But I remember seeing actual beings from time to
time. The very first incident, when I was around two
and one-half, occurred when I was in bed. I was
lying there, facing a tall window, when suddenly a
bright white light appeared. And there was a figure
out there. I instantly went into this conditioned terror
response. It's a_really unique kind of terror that I
only experienced as a child confronted with either
the bright white light or some kind of figure.
The next thing I remember is being shown a raggedy old man looking in the window at me and holding up a lantern that gave off a pale yellow glow. I
was supposed to believe that was what I had seen,
instead of the other figure and the bright white light.
But what I was to learn was the difference between
my real experience and this imitation experience I
was supposed to believe. It was like a training in
differentiating screen images from reality, learning
the difference between the pale imitation and "the
real one," and staying focused on reality.
Then, about three years ago, I was driving home
in my car when I suddenly began to relive what it
was I was afraid of as a child: I was so terrified of
that madness that I would have done anything to
avoid experiencing it. When I actually relived it, I
understood why, and why it had been such a motivating and driving factor for me. It was an undescribably
horrendous state. If you were to take all of the different kinds of abnormal psychological states and subject a single person to all of these, the experience
would pale in comparison to this kind of madness.
And I experienced it for only a few seconds. But I felt
the aftereffects for weeks. I called it an alien psychosis." Because it was not: human.
Yet, I knew it was mine. I knew that at some prior
time I had been in that state of madness. And it was
just horrendous. I felt as if I were a grain of sand in
a huge, immense nothingness, with a sense of not
being anchored to anything, free-floating with nothing else except myself as this microscopic thing. It is
so hard to describe how absolutely terrible this madness, this alien psychosis, feels.
I've actually given up trying to tell people about
it. Because every time I have, they've assumed what
I'm trying to say is that I'm psychotic, or fear that I'll
become psychotic, or that I've been psychotic. And that
isn't the case at all.
Now, as an adult, I've come to realize that I am
normal and I don't have to fear this madness. I'm
not even sure that a human being could experience
such a mental state. Because it isn't human.
In the last few years, I've gotten into consciousness
research, which led me to research on neuroscience
and the brain, which led to research on schizophrenia. In reading about the symptoms of schizophrenia,
I've begun to see just how many of the experiences
that close encounter experiencers report sound exactly
like the reports coming from schizophrenics. I've been
trying to figure out what the difference is between the
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two. The typical schizophrenic patient seems to be experiencing a heightened sense of everything that
comes into their mental framework. Everything they
sense is very heightened, very accentuated. Even
when drugs are used to tone this down, their experiences may not be as exaggerated, but are still, at
times, very bizarre. I feel that the schizophrenic patient is open to input from all kinds of realities, not
just this one that we call "now" and "here." But I
have no way of proving this.
This research, however, did help me to realize
what the beings were assisting me with. Because
when I was young, I seemed to be much more open
to everything coming in, too. Not just from the past,
but from all kinds of other dimensions and realities.
Even now, as an adult, I've been aware from time to
time of myself coexisting in this dimension and in
another simultaneously. But I can still see that I am
here. I can differentiate this reality from others that
may be impinging on me. For the schizophrenic, even
if the input is toned down with drugs, it's still bizarre, because they don't seem to have the built-in
sense of differentiation. And if I had not had my
training, this very rigorous, intense training throughout my childhood, I could have ended up like that,
too.
In August of 1991, this yellow light came into my
bedroom. Up until that point in time, I really did
not want to remember any more about my encounter
experiences than I already knew. After that night,
however, my life changed 180 degrees because, in the

morning, I had to remember. I felt as if I had to immerse myself in it. I read everything I could about
the topic, and I joined MUFON (Mutual UFO Network) and other groups for UFO experiencers. And
in 1994, I started organizing ""Awareness" programs
in Chicago to promote public awareness of the facts
about UFO-related issues, bringing in well-known
speakers and talking to the media. As executive director of Operation Right to Know, I help to get petitions out to our Congress people and to the
president, demanding that the government release information on UFOs to the public. We demonstrate
quite a bit, too. We were at the White House in the
summer of 92 and the spring of '93, and we're making plans for 99 now.
I've slowed down recently. Now I'm researching
and writing. I've done a lot of research on modern
physics, consciousness, and the connection with extraordinary experiences. My own set of experiences
and all the questions I have about them has led me
to do a lot of reading in physics, especially the physics of higher dimensional space. I've studied Riemann's theories of higher dimensional space. Georg
Friedrich Bernhard Riemann was a very brilliant
mathematician in the early to mid-1800s. He proved
the existence of ten dimensions, and as far as I know,
.that proof still stands. Most of the research in modern
physics these days deals with problems in dimensional space. There's a branch of mathematics, too,
that deals with the behavior of objects in higher dimensional space.
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Many of the extraordinary experiences I've had
dealt with making connections or relationships with
other life forms in other dimensions and other realities. I am using the theories of Riemann and modern
physics that deal with hyperspace in order to show
how they build a bridge to consciousness because,
during so many of the experiences I have had, I've
been aware of my consciousness going, and going
into some other reality.
This has caused me to think about dissociative disorders, too. For the most part, mental health professionals will use this diagnosis without any
understanding of where the person is going when
they dissociate. I have been very aware of my consciousness-whereas a lot of people have never felt
their consciousness take flight-and this has provided me with input that I primarily see as relative
to schizophrenia, but also possibly to multiple personality disorder and other dissociative disorders. I
want to establish the basis for other dimensions and
flights of consciousness. Once I can establish a scientific foundation for this, then I can provide experiential material to illustrate as practical applications of
these theories of physics.
For example, in May of 1994, there was an incident
involving an otherworldly being. For a day before
the incident, I had been experiencing a lot of anxiety
in response to a letter from my friend "Ed." The day
of the incident, my anxiety level was extremely high.
All I could do was to get into bed that night and just
curl up into a ball. I just lay in bed, awake.
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I was facing the windows and watching the full
moon rise. It eventually rose out of sight. Shortly
after, another moon took its place. This object resembled the first one in every way. Now I'm not even
sure the first object was a real moon. I'd assumed it
was, because it was a full moon night.
I was startled to see the second moon, but I was
able to convince myself that maybe the moon could
come back. It is so easy to do this at times. When
your reality is seriously challenged, you can believe
the most ludicrous things! Your mind tries to keep
everything in balance.
The object began to move from pane to pane, and
began moving closer. Then it began to expand and
contract. I was beginning to get the sense that although it was identical to the first object, it couldn't
be the moon. And suddenly, it shot right through the I window at me. It was like a white-hot baseball that
passed through the glass and the window fan, passing through just like they weren't there.
At first, I held up my arms to protect myself because the light was coming right at me and I thought
it was going to hit me. But then, I recognized it. I
definitely recognized this white light. I don't know
as what, now. But it was like something that I had
dealt with a lot. And I began to embrace the light.
Only, I could get just so close. There was like a force
field emanating from it, and intense pressure, so my
arms could only get so close.
I began talking to the intense white light. I just


started saying, Please take care of Ed.' Please take
care of Ed.' Thank you, thank you, thank you."
As I said, "Thank you," all of the horrendous anxiety I had been suffering from just instantly drained
away. Instantly! Never in my life have I felt like such
a whole person. I was in a world where nothing existed besides myself and the light. There was no rest
of the world. There was only me and the light. Physically, we were in the bedroom. But we were not in the
bedroom. We were in a place within a place.
Then there's a gap. I don't have any awareness of
how I moved into this next scene. But the next thing
I knew, there was this small, golden ball of light
about three feet from my head. Just staring at me.
And I thought, Yeah, I think that's "Ed." Isn't that
odd?
There have been instances reported by people who
have also had these white-hot baseball-like lights
shoot toward them. And then, the light or the ball
sort of unfurls into some sort of being, like a light
being of some kind. If I hadn't lost consciousness,
perhaps I would have seen this being.
I did ask "Ed" about it later, and he didn't notice
anything. So the only person who was helped was
myself, which is kind of strange. But I have noticed
that when one is concerned about others and is seeking help for someone else, often the beings will appear. And if you want something for yourself, often
they won't.
One day not too long ago I was walking into my
bathroom when I suddenly remembered arid began

to actually relive what it was like to be in the presence of what I call the "higher beings." It was very
- extraordinary. My first impression was the sense of
oneness that I felt with these beings. It was timeless,
with no beginning and no end, a kind of love that
always was. It was like a union of spirit or soul with
everything that is. The sense of security was indescribable. These beings have a love that can never
end. They have transcended self. And because of this
transcendence, there is no meaning to the word
"death." This kind of love is much more abstract
than our electrochemical type of love, and it doesn't
have the excitement quality to it and the possessiveness that we feel. It even transcends what we call
"unconditional love." Their love is not like ours at
all. That's why it felt so secure to me. Their love
is forever.
This is where human beings have to evolve. If we
are to survive as a species, and if our planet is to
survive, ultimately we will have to get to a point
where we are no longer totally engrossed in self. On
that day in my bathroom, this is what I saw: Whether
we humans like it or not, we will evolve to that stage.
People I talk to about this, including some experiencers, feel that it means we must give up our individuality. And this is not the case at all. Not at all!
It is a oneness of spirit, not of the individual mind.
It is hard for humans to see that there is individualism in other species. It is hard for us to comprehend anything but what we are. If it's not like us, we
think it couldn't exist. Actually, I think this is why
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some of the beings I'm dealing with are here: to expand the consciousness of humankind. So that we
realize that we are part of a huge cosmos teeming
with life.
We are about to move out into space, we are ready
to really explore space. But our spiritual and mental
evolution is so underdeveloped! It's just not keeping
up with our technology.
That is what I think the beings have been doing
with me: assisting me in my spiritual and mental
evolution, expanding my consciousness with the exposure I've had to other realities. I've seen so much
in the contact experiences I've had. But it took a lot
of prior training and care on the part of these beings,
training that started in my childhood, so that I would
be able to handle all that I've seen and still stay anchored in this world.
I see it as a kind of training in groundedness. Even
though I was having very far-out experiences, I was
being trained to stay anchored to something. I often
wonder why it is that everybody who has had close
encounter experiences has not gone through this
same training. Unless they have but don't remember it.
Experiencers often have difficulty just coping with
life. I've seen this in my support group. They find it
difficult to hold a job, to try to stay normal, and
to be productive. This can result just from having
encounter experiences. Until the mental health community can get up to speed and start seeing the bigger picture, "we are going to have trouble moving
forward in our consciousness expansion.
Personally, I feel so lucky. I just feel fortunate to
have had these kinds of extraordinary experiences,
this kind of contact. And I feel so humbled, I guess
by the whole thing. And by the fact that the beings
have helped me, trained me in these ways.
One fellow in my support group-the same person
who was at the contact session with me-relates how I
one time, when he was on a spacecraft and asked
questions of the beings, he was told that ""Many
seeds are planted, but only a few come to fruition."
He thought this meant that many "seeds" were defective, physically defective. But I think they were referring to growth and evolution. I think some of the
beings help to nurture these "seeds" that they plant,
and tend to them throughout their lives. For some
purpose. And I think that purpose is to broaden and
expand the consciousness and awareness of
humanity.

CHAPTER 4,
Connie Isele:
Near-Fatal Accident
and the Rip in Time
and Space.
Originally from California, Connie Isele began working on
the Sacramento cable television series UFO Connection in
1993. That same year, she founded a support group for
extraterrestrial encounter experiencers, with meetings held
monthly in her home. Since her recovery from a near-fatal
automobile accident in 1995, Connie has made some significant changes in her life. At age forty-two, she is now a
newlywed and a college student majoring in psychology.
She lives quietly in Colorado with her new husband and her
teenage daughter by her first marriage.
Connie wrote to me after reading about my book project
in a newsletter for experiencers. She included her address,
but did not provide a phone number, and then she moved.
And moved again. Her letter was intriguing and I felt that
her story of celestial healing was an important one, so I
spent several weeks attempting to track her down, leaving
odd-sounding messages on a long chain of anonymoussounding phone machines. Connie finally got the message,
and our interview was on.
A youthful and high-spirited woman, Connie laughed

readily at the bizarre twists in her life story. She shared
openly the pain as well as the humor of her varied experiences with the celestial beings who have so influenced-
and possibly saved-her life.
efore 1992, I did not recognize the many unusual
I Sian of my life as being connected to the extraterrestrial phenomenon. I saw the subject of "beings
from outer space as tabloid hype, sci-fi, or mild
- madness. However, I did believe in angels and spirit
beings because several childhood experiences had
opened the door for such possibilities.
When I was around five years old, an angel came
into my room one night. Now, I don't know whether
the angel was a reality or a memory created by an
overactive imagination, but when I was sixteen, I had
another angelic experience. I was walking down a
steep road at night in such a deep level of despair
that I wanted to die. My hopelessness was overwhelming. As a large diesel truck whisked by, I
thought, There goes my chance. It could have hit me and
all this pain would be gone. From a distance, I heard
another truck rumbling my way and I walked to the
middle of the road.
A voice said, "Run! Run for the lights!" The road
I was on led to a little mountain town, the streetlights
a blur in the distance. I looked for the source of the
voice, which was clearly not in my own head. But
there was no one around. I looked toward the lit
town ahead. "Run! Now!" said the voice. Suddenly,
I realized what I was doing and sprinted to the side

of the road. The truck whizzed past. I didn't stop
running until I was safe beneath the streetlights of
the town.
Another time, I heard the voice-not-inside-myhead say, "Love you." I was in bed alone and looked
all around for the source of the voice. I even looked
under the bed. By then I was totally awake and alert.
"She heard us," said the voice, followed by a chorus
of giggles.
Thus, my view of the universe had expanded
enough to include angels and spirit beings. But my
universal view did not include extraterrestrials. I
never thought that beings from other planets could
interact with humans in the complex, mysterious
ways I had experienced for most of my life. So many
of my own experiences defied logic, I passed them
off as dreams but sometimes questioned my sanity.
When the "dreams" began persistently seeping into
my waking reality, however, it became increasingly
difficult to ignore the oddities. By 1992, I could no
longer deny that something truly bizarre was occurring, and not just in my mind. I needed some
answers.
I decided to do some research, and began to seriously explore the extraterrestrial phenomenon. The
reading material I found at the time was frightening.
I was only able to move through the fear of negative
possibilities, fear of the unknown, and fear of losing
my marbles after I reached out to others who were
having similar experiences. My fear finally turned
into excitement as I began to look at the grander

picture: I was being provided with an opportunity
for learning and spiritual growth through actual experience. Eventually, I settled into the new reality I
found myself in and marveled at the beauty of the
mystery.
The ETs are not too pretty to look at, though. One
being I see frequently has a hideous head he hides
behind a bright glow, and a long thin torso that
moves like an insect's body. He reminds me of a
praying mantis. This being seems to be an advisor or
teacher, whereas the doctors' are short little beings.
Being examined or operated on by a human doctor
is not exactly fun, so being examined or operated on
by nonhuman doctors with big bald heads and big
black eyes can be even more uncomfortable. Yet, I
have no complaints. Most of the unpleasant parts of
my experiences merely linger in the shadows of my
unconscious, within a mental anesthesia of sorts,
while the physical results of my experiences have
been wondrous. I don't understand the methods behind or reasons for all that the extraterrestrials have
done to me, but I certainly appreciate the benefits
and comforts that have resulted from the procedures.
For example, in 1989, I received an ET "health
checkup,'" during which they injected me with a clear
gel, similar to white grape jelly. I was informed that
_this was for my benefit, that this was for healing.
There were also lights involved in the procedure, but
the memory is hazy and dreamlike. The jellylike substance was very real, however, and I had to wash it
off in the shower when I awoke from the "dream."

I had been experiencing intense uterine cramping
and discomfort before this ""dream,'" and had made
an appointment with my gynecologist. By the time
of my scheduled visit, however, the symptoms had
disappeared and the doctor found nothing wrong.
For the next eight years, I never caught a cold or
flu.
In 1992, I attended my first UFO conference, a
wonderful gathering of experiencers and explorers of
the ET phenomenon. The speakers had the effect of
taking out the sting and introducing the awe. Meeting others-some four hundred in attendance-who
were experiencing the ETs helped me to understand
that if I was indeed entering the world of insanity, I
was not going alone!
As one of the speakers described something called
"ET fingerprints," I glanced down at my knee with
its three little bruises, perfectly spaced, just like fingerprints. The knee was arthritic, the result of torn
cartilage surgically removed several years earlier. But
from the day I spotted those fingerprints, I have not
experienced even the slightest arthritic pain in that
~ knee.
In November of 1993, my doctor informed me that
I had cervical cancer. I reached out to friends from
my ET experiencers' support group. Many were
knowledgeable about alternative healing methods.
One person projected energy from a distance, and I
could actually feel it. Another flew from Arizona to
my home in California to bring me a healing device,


which smelled terrible, like ozone.* Someone else
suggested that I ask the ETs to fix the cancer. I did
not do so, however, because I wasn't sure how to
ask. After all, the ETs don't just sit down and chat
with me over coffee and cookies! But they did seem
to be popping in quite often around that time, a few
times a week, or so it seemed.
Maybe the ETs fixed' the cancer, maybe not. Perhaps the love of my friends was enough to fix it.
After my hysterectomy, the doctor told me the pathology report indicated that there was no cancer
detected.
In November of 1995, I experienced another ET
healing. This experience changed me in ways I cannot even explain. The changes were not just physical,
but mental and, especially, spiritual.
My friend Dan was driving us home one cold night
when our truck began skidding across an icy mountain bridge, spinning from one guardrail to the other.
I envisioned us flying over the side of the bridge, but
we didn't.
Or did we I have a distinct memory of the truck
flying off the highway bridge, falling toward the
cliffs below. In midair, I saw what I understood to
be a rip in time and space. A brilliant light coming
from within this rip contrasted sharply with the black
night sky. I felt myself enter the rip, where I met
with light beings, each formed of little sparks of energy that glowed together to form a single entity. We
communicated wordlessly. I noticed that I, too, was
energy, without a body structure. This was oddly
familiar to me.
Time and space were nonexistent in this place. It
seemed as though I had always been there and
would always be there. But I understood that the
part of me that entered through the rip in space had
to go back out again. I understood that a mistake
had occurred and would be corrected. I understood
so many things, which I seem to have forgotten.
Much of the information I understood then does not
pertain to this reality anyway.
Suddenly, I was back in the truck. It was as if no
time had passed, but I had been gone for what
seemed like an eternity. The truck was stalled near
the end of the bridge, parallel to the guardrail. There
was barely enough room for me to open the passenger door and squeeze my way out. We were inspecting the smashed truck when we heard another
vehicle approaching.
One minute I was stepping toward the door of the
truck, the next minute I was falling over the guardrail. The oncoming car had also slid on the ice,
smashing into our truck, which then dragged me
some eight feet before knocking me off the bridge. I
fell about six feet onto a cliff below, landing next to
a safety fence that saved me from rolling farther
down the cliffside. If I had fallen off the bridge any
sooner than I did, I would have dropped at least four
hundred feet.

At the hospital, I was informed that my right leg
would have to be removed in order to save my life.
The chaplain spoke with me as if I were about to
die. But I couldn't die, my daughter still needed me,
with or without my leg! For the first time, I requested
the aid of the ETs, adding, If at all possible, I'd like
to keep my leg."
It was an extraordinary feeling to wake up, alive.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an ET, a very tall
being with whom I was familiar. When I turned to
look at him directly, he was no longer there. But I
felt that he was watching over me, and that he had
done something inside my head.
The nurse immediately reassured me that my leg
was still there, pulling the covers aside so that I could
see for myself. As grossly mangled and painful as it
was, it was mine. My leg, my experience.
During my month-long stay at the hospital, the
doctors called me their little miracle' or "miracle
legs."
A few months after the accident, I awoke for the
first time without pain. My room smelled terrible,
like ozone. Within a few hours, the aches and pain I was living with at the time returned.
As I recovered from the accident, I had a lot of
time for deep thinking. I reevaluated my life. I learned to discipline my mind, to accept each day as
_it came, to appreciate the little things in life as gifts.
I put my life in the hands of God. And I discovered
that I had a new way of sensing, a new way of experiencing. Somehow I felt released from an emotional

and spiritual prison. I became more tolerant, mellow,
compassionate, intuitive. My previous life was shattered, a new one had begun.
Now, several years later, I walk without a limp. If
not for the scars and occasional back pain, I could
pass off the accident as a long, vivid dream.
Dan remembers seeing the rip in time and space,
but he does not recall passing through it.
My daughter Cassie was fifteen at the time of the
accident. She became a wonderful source of comfort
for me, her hands better than pain pills. Cassie has
healing hands. She also has vivid memories of ET
encounters and UFO dreams, physical markings, 3:00
A.M. wake-ups, and other typical signs of ET experiences. [See Appendix.] A year ago, a female ET
walked into Cassie's bedroom (through the wall and
stereo) and my daughter was paralyzed with fear.
But when the ET hugged her, my daughter says her
fear eased. Cassie recalls meeting her red-haired ET
sister with big "alien eyes during the experience.
When she was eleven years old, Cassie had a dream
about being in a classroom where an ET was instructing the group of children on the structure of the
universe and, she recalled, "many, many numbers."
The unusual experiences associated with extraterrestrial encounters have touched most of my family.
My mother has conscious, vivid recall of ET experiences. My sister recalls some very disturbing experiences, but has been complaining recently of feeling
"abandoned" because the ETs have not been around.
My eight-year-old niece has been sharing her E-T experiences since she was two and the "bunnies without ears" began taking her for rides in the "planes
without wings." At age two, my niece was discovered floating facedown in the backyard pool. There
was no water in her lungs. The little girl said that an
"angel was holding her up in the water, helping
her to breathe.
Right now, I am pursuing a degree in psychology.
My interest lies in emotional and spiritual healing,
which plays a large role in physical healing. The
body, mind, and soul are all intertwined, creating the
perfect changes necessary. I have learned the healing
power of touch. I have always believed in the power
of prayer, but my understanding of how it works has
changed. It is the intention that moves energy. The feeling of love is the energy that heals.
One time, I was waiting in the doctor's office with
a fellow who had also been in an auto accident. He
told me he was not doing well, and since several
operations had failed, he would have to lose a leg.
Naturally, I felt much empathy. Pretending to read
a magazine, I sent him healing energy, praying for
spiritual assistance. I could feel him rejecting the energy. He even got up from his chair to sit on the
opposite side of the room. Later, I overheard two
doctors trying to convince him that there were other
options available other than amputating his leg.
Lately, I have noticed that ET communication often
comes through to my consciousness in the form of
my own thoughts. With everything mingled together,
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believe that all my thoughts are mine, but may be
formed due to previous discussions and agreements
that I am not aware of consciously.
Occasionally, I find myself feeling very odd. I call
this condition "la-la land," which may last for only
an hour or for days. I find it difficult to function in
la-la land, requiring much more concentration than
normal. I may feel dizzy, my own voice sounding
odd and distorted. Everything feels slower, my surroundings sharper and brighter, yet somehow distorted. Reality seems distorted, in sense and shape. I
feel as if I am inside a fish bowl, looking out at a
world I don't quite understand.
I believe that la-la land exists when I have each
foot in two different dimensions at the same time,
when there is so much ET activity that I slip back
and forth too easily between worlds. I have learned
to pay attention to random thoughts at such times as
they often turn out to be premonitions. I am much
more intuitive when I'm "gone," that is, in la-la land.
The frequency and intensity of this particular type
of experience has mellowed lately to a slow hum.
Now, when it occurs, I feel more like a simple airhead than like a stranger in my own environment.
More recently, I have been experiencing what I call
"waking dreams," which occur suddenly, lasting for
no more than fifteen minutes. During these experiences, it seems as if the veil that separates my waking
memories from my dream memories drops away,
creating a very different perspective on reality. New
information floods in, too quickly for my brain to

sort and file. I cannot create this ""waking dream"
state, but I am able to just let it happen whenever it - does catch me by surprise.
So, am I glad that all of this has happened to me?
-That's like asking if I'm glad to be alive. At times, I
still question the sanity of it all. But would I have it
any other way? Not a chance. Through my ET experiences, I have gained many tools that continue to add
new dimensions to the way I think, feel, and live. I
am quite content.
Since recovering from the car accident, I find myself living as a normal human being. The contrast
between my life before the accident and my current
life is immense. Before, the ET phenomenon was my
total focus, the business of being an ET experiencer
was my full-time job. I traveled all over to meetings,
organized annual picnics for experiencers, ran a support group, on and on. After the accident, I had no
choice but to focus on my own healing. And I met a
very normal, very grounded guy, now my husband,
who helps me to stay grounded. Going to college,
too, means that there is not much time left over for
anything else.
But I am not so sure how long this quiet time in
my life will last. During my experience in the rip in
time and space, I understood that I would no longer
need to struggle for survival, that all of my material
and physical needs would be taken care of so that I
could get on with what I came here to do. This has
proven to be the case. But honestly, I still don't know
exactly what it is that I am supposed to be doing.
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One time, I received a very important message:
"Everyone's got to go." I argued with this voice, saying out loud, There's no way! Too many people are
clueless!" Again, I heard the message, Everyone's
got to go."
I cannot even begin to explain all that I have
learned because of this simple message. It is a very
tall order, but I believe that it is the job of many of
us to help the clueless get clued in. Hopefully, sharing my own healing ET experiences will be of some
help in this regard.

CHAPTER 5.

Ron Blevins:
Recovery from Depression
and Nightmares.
Ron Blevins is of Nati





Ron Blevins is of Native American descent and, at one time,
resided on an Eastern Cherokee reservation in the Smoky
Mountains of North Carolina. He now lives in northern Virginia, within ten miles of where he was born. Ron has been
in the security business for some twenty years and currently
works for a biomedical research firm in metropolitan Washington. He is forty-eight years old.
Ron agreed to an interview after hearing about the book
project from his friend and fellow experiencer, Melanie
Green [see Chapter 6]. A somewhat reserved person, Ron
never seemed to fully relax during the course of our discussions, yet provided a detailed and richly revealing account
in his orderly, precise, and matter-of-fact style.
have been trained in the Native American traditional beliefs for most of my life. I have also had
interactions with these "beings" for as far back as I
can remember, beings who have communicated that
their place of origin is the Alpha Centauri star system
(which is some 4.3 light-years away, a close neighbor.But I was not comfortable with them for years
and years. And, even during times when I was not
having one-on-one interactions with these beings,
there were insistent periods of telepathic communication in which they were trying to communicate. This
occurred, to different degrees, all of my life. Then,
on September 14, 1989, a healing took place that was
kind of remarkable.
I had served in the U.S. Army in the late 1960s,
and spent 1970 in Vietnam. Like many others, I came
back from Vietnam with some "adjustment problems," which developed into a fairly severe case of
post-traumatic stress disorder. As a result of that and
of the shift work I was doing at the time, I developed
a very acute sleep disorder. I reached the point where
I had not had a full night's sleep in over fifteen years:
I could not sleep for more than a couple of hours
without awakening from really horrific nightmares
concerning events that had taken place in Vietnam.
Eventually, I was treated for this condition as an
outpatient at the Veterans' Administration (VA) medical facility in Washington, D.C. I also had a severe ~
skin disorder that I had picked up in Vietnam that
was diagnosed as finear versicolor. This condition resulted in large red patches of skin that resembled
burns on my torso, particularly on the chest and
back, and in the neck area. Although they could not
explain why I still had this condition so many years


after returning from the tropics, the VA "beabeed it
and prescribed several medications for it. None of
them had an effect, and it continued to get worse.
The VA had just about given up on both counts,
and the sleep problem had become so acute that it
was definitely having an effect on my daily life.
Acute sleep deprivation is a very serious thing, in
that it begins to manifest various other symptoms
during the day. I began to have uncontrolled blackouts for periods of time.
Now, this had gone on and become worse over a
period of several years. It had affected my personal
relationships. I was living with someone at the time
who, between the nightmares and the other things,
found it all rather overwhelming and moved out. So
the whole situation had deteriorated up until September of 1989 to the point where I was very depressed, had not slept for extended periods of time,
and was just at my wits' end.
Prior to this, I had not had a great deal of interaction with the beings for some time. This made the
event that unfolded even more surprising.
One night, I found myself alone in my apartment
with the lights out. I was sitting in the dark in a
chair, trying to figure out where things were going
to go from there. Things were falling apart around
me, and I was trying to figure out something I could
' do to address these problems.
It is difficult to describe exactly what happened,
but I thought perhaps I had passed out. At this point,
I was using alcohol as a sedative and I had been
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drinking that evening, although I was not intoxicated. (After this experience, I immediately quit using
alcohol as a sedative because it was no longer
necessary.)
Suddenly, a light appeared in the room. I was
amazed. It took me completely by surprise. And I
was somewhat horrified to see in this light, standing
in the room, one of the beings-a being I had seen
off and on during my life, one of the very tall extraterrestrial beings.
These beings are not your typical four-foot
"grays.* They are very tall, between six and seven
feet. They are humanoid, but certainly not human
in appearance. They are not thin. They are robust
individuals with a very stocky or muscular build.
Their appearance is almost intimidating; they have
an overwhelming aura about them, they look somewhat fearsome. But this is because of their size and
inhuman features, counteracted by a very solemn, benign approach in their interactions.
Their skin coloring tends to be a beige or light tan.
They do have the typical large black eyes. Very, very
intense, large, dark eyes. And they have a very distinctive, almost scaly appearance with raised ridges
above the eyebrows and around the very small
mouth opening. They have a hand that is not dissimilar to our own, but the fingers tend to be much
longer. And the hand is much larger. They do have


an opposable thumb. As I said, they're humanoid bat I not human.
To say the least, I was kind of shocked to see this
being. And not a little bit terrified.
The being communicated telepathically with me.
And it was as if I began to be shown a holographic
screen or a holographic image, almost as though they
were pointing a film projector at the wall. On this
screen, I saw a series of images depicting. the various
nightmares I had been having. And the being was
saying to me, "You know, this can be addressed. This
need not happen."
At that point, I must have passed out (this is the
only way I can describe it). Or perhaps I entered into
a state of altered consciousness, because something
occurred so that the nightmare images that were
being shown on the wall changed, and it was as
though I was having the nightmare. It was as though I
was asleep and beginning to have one of the recurring nightmares.
I found myself in a dark alley, a blind alley that
led to a dead end. I was looking out to the open end
of the alley, the end that opened onto the street. It
was night, and it was raining. I could see this crowd
of people, the people from my nightmares all crowding into the open end of the alley.
The people in my nightmares were usually friends
of mine who had died in -Vietnam, or enemy soldiers
who had been killed, all torn and mutilated as a result of their injuries. They would be walking in a
very stiff way toward me. This is the nightmare that
had been repeated, over and over again for years
and years.
I realized instantly that there was no escape this
time. I was obviously trapped.
At this point, I felt a presence behind me in the
_ closed-off end of the alley. I turned and looked over
my shoulder. It was this same being. And he said,
"This need not occur any longer. We can address
this." And then he said, "In order for you to address
this problem, you must look to the real source of the
problem. The real source of the problem is that you
have a distorted view of reality. These people are not
pursuing you. And we are not pursuing you. You
have fled from them, and from us all your life. And
you have reacted in fear to us all of your life. You
must acknowledge the reality of what occurred there
[in Vietnam]. And you must acknowledge our reality
in order for us to assist you."
They use a very stilted, formal, telepathic type of
language. The nature of their telepathic communications is very odd, very distinctive. The communications themselves are almost archaic. They use many
expressions and structures of speech that relate more
_ to Old English or the Middle Ages than to our present way of communicating ideas. They use a great
many symbolic illustrations or parablelike expressions. [See example, Note 1, page 310.]
So, I was saying to myself, There is no escape
from this place. There is no escape from any of this.
I've got the two greatest fears of my life here, hemming me in, in this alley!"


In desperation, I made a decision. I said, "What
do I have to do to set things straight?"
The being replied, "You have to acknowledge our
reality before we can assist you."
I said, "How do I do that?"
And he replied, Human beings acknowledge
what is real to them when it is real to the touch. Very
simply, you have to touch one of us."
I'll be perfectly honest: These beings are very imposing in appearance. I hesitate to use the word reptilian" because of the negative connotations, but this
is the way they put it: They say that they have more
physiological characteristics in common with a species similar to reptilian origin than mammalian origin. They do not call themselves reptilian. They seem
to have features of both, reptiles and mammals, or
they are related to what we would assign to these life
forms. Similar to is the expression they use.
The being reached out his hand toward me, showing me that it was real. And he said, "If you would
acknowledge our reality, then touch the reality that
we are."

" This didn't particularly appeal to me. But it was more appealing and less fearful than what I was
faced with: In a situation with no escape, it was the
better of the two options. So I did it; I touched this
being's hand. I turned around and touched the hand,
very carefully avoiding the being's eyes.
The instant I touched this being's hand, there was
a brilliant burst of light. And I "woke up," in the
living room of my apartment. There was no one
there, no sign of anything. It was dark.
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I got up and turned on the light. I felt different. It
struck me immediately: I felt absolutely different. It
took me a few minutes to realize in what way: I felt
different because I was no longer depressed, I was no
longer afraid.
I went to bed almost immediately. And I slept for
a full night for the first time in over fifteen years, a
full night's sleep with no nightmares.
That was on September 14, 1989. I have not had a
nightmare since. And, oddly enough, the severe case
of tinear versicolor began to recede almost immediately, and disappeared within a week. It has not reccurred since.
This was followed by another change: It was as
though I had crossed the threshold of fear. Things took
on a totally different orientation. The experience basically altered my whole perspective. In terms of fear,
my whole outlook became different.
I began to have interactions with these beings on
a fairly regular basis. The nature of my previous interactions had always been fearful, something I had
resented and felt was an intrusion into my life. They
had challenged my worldview, in that I could find
no place for these beings in the reality that I knew.
I now took on a whole different perspective, and the
nature of the interactions began to change.
The beings began to instruct me in various abilities
that they themselves had. They would describe how
there were many innate abilities in human beings that
were generally untapped. They would describe and
demonstrate these abilities, including such things as


psychic abilities, out-of-body travel, and healing.
They actually began to describe their technology,
and how that could be applied to the healing of
individuals.
Since that time, I have experienced an enormous
increase in psychic abilities. This is due to the fact
that I was curious enough to try what they were
instructing me in. It was all so detailed. It made so
much sense. And it has worked. For example, there
have been healings of individuals with the methods
that the beings have described to me. Also, another
example is that I've been awakened several times in
the middle of the night with images to be drawn.
One time, I was awakened at 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. with
the insistent image in my mind of the face of one of the beings. And I was being told, ""You need to draw
this image." Well, I'm not an artist, but it was so
insistent that I finally got up and attempted it. And
at the end of an hour or so, I was totally aghast.
Because there it was! So my artistic ability is another
thing that seems to have been enhanced since the
encounter.
Most of the technology and the methods the beings
have described is based on energy work, and on the use of the energy fields of various crystalline forms.
The beings say that the majority of their technology
is based on the manipulation of natural energetic
fields of crystalline forms.
Odd as it may sound, within the next year I was
led to a deposit of quartz crystals. I was shown the location of these crystals in northern Virginia, given 90 

the location telepathically. Then I went to the location
and literally had to dig into the bank of a dry stream,
where I found this deposit of quartz crystals numbering in the hundreds, several of which were fairly
large.
I've lived in northern Virginia almost all my life
and I've collected rocks, but I found this quartz deposit totally strange. They were not so much embedded in rock as they were loose in a vein': They
were embedded in this blue-green marine-type claylike substance.
So, I recovered these crystals, probably in excess
of five hundred of them. And I began to have
"dreams." I call them dreams, but I doubt very seriously that's what they are. These "dreams" would
occur in an altered state, in which the beings would
describe the technology connected with crystalline
forms. They even went so far as to inform me that
they had interacted with Native American populations for several millennia before the Europeans arrived. And that they had taught some of this
technology in its basic forms to the Native Americans. The beings always offer "documentation," so
they told me, "If you will research in your traditions
and in some of the early documents of European explorers, you will find examples or evidence of the
fact that they were using this technology." I did some
historical research and I found examples of the recovery of abnormally large skeletal remains buried with
large quartz crystals in the mounds in the eastern
U.S.  I was told that I would be instructed as to how to
use these crystals for the purpose of ""energy transfer," for healing and that sort of thing. But I was also
told not to keep the crystals, but to give them away
to individuals who would want them and need them.
They did not say, Now, here's a list." They said,
"The individuals will request them." And they have.
All I'm doing is giving them away, through a sort of
networking effect.
So far, several hundred have been given away all
over the country. I tell each individual who receives
one how the crystals were found, and I describe the
uses that have been explained to me by the beings,
and how the crystals might best be utilized. I do take
pains to explain that they are not a magical amulet
or anything of that nature. And that these crystals
are, more than anything else, an amplification device.
By interfacing one's own energy field and correlating -that with the energy field in the quartz crystal, a
person can amplify their own natural abilities to do
certain things. Such as out-of-body travel. Such as
telepathic communication. Such as healing, the transfer of energy for healing purposes.
I use one particular crystal for healing purposes.
And I have used it to a great extent with individuals
who have expressed needs in that regard. There have
been definite healings in people who have requested
assistance. I have used the crystal in order to transfer
energy to these individuals, to augment their own
energy.
Melanie Green, for example [see Chapter 6], is a
 close friend of mine. Melanie has had various physcal problems that she has requested assistance for, if
there was anything that could be done. She suffers
from migraine headaches, and there have been times
when she has been completely out of energy. And
energy was transferred. Also, she was scheduled for
surgery for a gallbladder problem. I said I would see
what could be done. She woke up in the middle of
the night, knowing that the situation had been corrected. She still hasn't needed the surgery.
I hesitate to say that I did something. All I did was
to use the methods the beings described, in order to
transfer energy to the individual in need. I believe
that the beings who brought the information in the
first place, they have something to do with the healings. I believe that they are aware and that they assist.
I spent a good many years trying to "write off all
the encounter experiences that occurred. But a lot of
the experiences early in my life occurred in a conscious state. They were not recovered memories, the
result of regression or anything of that nature. So I
did not have the luxury of being able to completely
write off these experiences.
In one case, I had been told during an encounter
with the beings that they would come that night to
take me somewhere. That very night in a fully awake
state, my three brothers and I observed this spacecraft
outside our house. I was, of course, scared to death,
and hid inside the house.
This was in 1964, when I was about fifteen. My
brothers didn't know what I knew, because I did not


tell them about my encounters. But the spacecraft
was real enough because all three of them stood and
watched it for about half an hour. They even reported it to the police and to a local radio station.
And there were other reports by individuals in the
area who saw the object.
So, I had had these sorts of incidents. I had had
many conscious experiences that verified the reality
of the situation. But nevertheless, I was very resistant
to it. And there was a time in my life when I wouldn't have breathed a word about any of these
experiences to anyone.
I don't want to give the impression that I came to a point where I said, "Okay, I'll blindly accept and
believe whatever happens from here on out. That's
not me. I am not a person who accepts something just because somebody says it. I look upon myself as a realist. I was very skeptical for a very long time.
After the event in 1989, when the most intense torment I can describe and the years of living in terror were removed almost instantaneously by whatever
source, I was put into a position where I HAD to acknowledge the reality of what had occurred. But, to be perfectly honest, I have tried every way possible to disprove what the beings have told me since. Yet, I cannot argue with the results. The results seem
to assist so many people that I would feel I was doing a disservice by NOT sharing the information with others at this point.
From the very beginning, the beings were very insistent that they wanted me to communicate to other people, both the knowledge of their existence and the
information they seem to want to pass on for the
benefit of humankind. These beings seem to be benign. They do not seem to want to create fear. But
the beings readily acknowledge that direct, physical
contact is not feasible. They know what our reactions
will be, since we all live in a state of fear.
If I have a "mission," I think it can be summed up
in this way: Humankind in general is reaching the
point in development where we are getting ready to
come into contact with other civilizations, and I believe that many individuals (who are commonly
called abductees)* are being prepared for this contact in certain ways by being given certain information and experiencing interaction with these other
beings. The purpose is to help humankind as a whole
to understand what is happening. It is like we are
slowly being exposed to this other advanced civilization or civilizations through a measured approach.
L, for one, can certainly understand why these beings haven't just jumped onto the stage. It would be
overwhelming for the human population. So I can
see a rhyme and a reason in the way the beings are
doing the things they are doing.
For example, one of the purposes of the crystals-
as described by the beings-is to enhance telepathic
communications between themselves and the individuals who use these crystals. I cannot tell you how
many people who have received these crystals have
reported afterward that they have had very lucid,
vivid "dreams" of the beings. So that seems to be
part of their purpose, that is, initiating interactions.
And these beings have also communicated the need
for change-not only to myself, but to many other individuals. This information is something that is common to the experience of many "abductees." I think
that the beings are here for the purpose of assisting
us in making these changes, a transition.
I think I have gone through this transition. It was
a long process, but I have come to the point where
I see the validity of what they have attempted to communicate to me over the years: The primary impediment to more open communication is the huge
reservoir of fear that humans retain within themselves. Fear of anything that is unknown, unusual, or unfamiliar. If we can overcome this threshold of fear, a fear that so many of our perspectives are based on,
we will have an entirely different sort of interaction
with these beings.
I would like to add that even the beings themselves
have indicated that there exist those civilizations that are "negatively aligned." The beings do acknowledge
that all is not peace and love in the universe. Just as there are human beings who are evil and human beings who are not, the same is true for other, extraterrestrial civilizations. All beings ""with soul (as the beings call it) have free will, and the ability to exercise that free will.
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CBLESTIAL HEALING.
The communications of the beings on the subject
of free will have been interesting. They have emphasized that one must be aware of one's free will in
order to exercise it. If one pictures oneself as a helpless victim, if one operates within fear, one will predispose oneself to being taken advantage of by those
beings in those energies that are negatively aligned.
It is vital to exercise one's free will if one has an
experience with negative entities or energies. It is a
universal law that free will cannot be overridden. But
one may default on one's free will: A "helpless vicm" has no choices, no free will. So, their experiences
will be imposed on them.
That was the whole point of what the beings did
for me in terms of the nightmares. Their whole point
in eliminating them for me was an object lesson: You
can never outrun fear. You must confront the fear,
you must cross the fear threshold. Once you do this,
the fear no longer has power over you. I have learned
this lesson in a very real way.
I know that there are individuals who have negative experiences, fearful experiences with extraterrestrials of one type or another. I know this occurs. But
a lot of the experiences that are fearful in nature perhaps arise from our own inability to understand what
is happening.
At least, that has been my experience. I cannot presume to speak for others' experiences. All I can say
is, what I have come to understand is the result of a
long and arduous process. And it has certainly transformed my perspective, my outlook, my life.

Curious, I asked Ron for one of his crystals. A tiny
purplish shard, the crystal he gave me looked nothing like the commercial kind sold in New Age shops.
I slipped the little crystal into a Ziploc plastic bag,
tucked it under my bed pillows, and promptly forgot
all about it.
For the next several weeks, my dreams were unusually vivid, what I would call "realer than real." I
interacted with some very strange-looking people'
in some of these dreams, at one point climbing a big
banyan tree with a group of homeless men before
realizing my raggedy companions were actually from
"out there-another planet, another dimension, another world. Eventually, I remembered Ron's crystal
and moved it to a shelf in my office. The "realer than
real" dreams immediately stopped, and they have
not reoccurred. Since I passed on the crystal to a
sick friend, I have not used it again in an attempt to
reexperience these special dreams.

CHAPTER 6,
Melanie Green:
Gallbladder Fixed.
A registered nurse and former sales representative, Melanie
Green is active in the experiencers' support group network.
She is thirty-nine years old, and is currently pursuing a master's degree in counseling. She lives in northern Virginia
with her husband and two young children.
A vivacious and outgoing person, Melanie was so busy
with her studies, mothering duties, and volunteer work with
fellow experiencers that it was difficult to find the time we
needed for discussing her celestial healing experiences. Because of her professional medical background, however,
she was able to relate in some very specific detail her personal encounters with the ETs who she believes healed her.
_I found her professionalism to be impressive, her healing
accounts even more so.
inter can be a difficult time of year for me because I suffer from seasonal affective disorder,
a temporary depression thought to be brought on by
a lack of sunlight. Because of a string of migraines,
I have been unable to use my special full-spectrum


light to help combat the depression. So I have been
sleeping a lot. Quite a health report from someone
who believes the aliens have healed her of various
conditions, eh? But I have had some remarkable experiences that seem to indicate that my ET visitors
have taken more than a casual interest in my health.
My life has been like a long walk in two worlds.
I have spent the last eight years trying to bring these
two worlds together, trying to merge the two paths
and learn where I have been, where I am going.
This other world lay dormant, like a forgotten
dream, until my children began to share little pieces
of it with me. In 1986, my son was only two when
he first told me about the "guy' who came into his room through the window, out of the dark night sky.
I trembled inside, listening to the recurring dream of my own childhood. My daughter shared more stories
about her visitors and, gradually, her curiosity and
fearlessness gave me the courage to examine my own memories. By 1990, I had the strength to call them
memories instead of dreams.
Living in two worlds is something like trying to put together a puzzle when half of the pieces are
painted over and you must guess at the picture. As
I turn over each piece, I strive to see it all in the best
possible light, to bring healing out of the fear, light to the darkness. I believe I have found the silver lining to my ET contact experiences in the people who
have shared these experiences with me.
The profound connection between ET experiencers
is as fascinating as the experiences themselves. The
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exchange of energy, "creative energy" as the ETs call
it, has great potential. My friend Ron [Ron Blevins,
see Chapter 5] has taught me to apply this energy as
a healing force, which he learned how to do from
communications with a group of tall ETs I have encountered as well. Ron has also used this creative
energy" to bring about the resolution, or healing, of
some of my medical conditions. I have come to believe that Ron was instrumental in the ET intervention into a very painful gallbladder condition I was
suffering from a few years ago.
In early 1996, I began to consistently experience
severe pain in the right upper quadrant of my abdomen every time I ate. During both of my pregnancies,
I had experienced gallbladder trouble that had subsided after my children were born. I had been free
of any gallbladder problems for seven years. When
the pain began again that winter, it was intermittent.
But by early spring, the pain was constant and severe. Even fat-free foods, which should not bother
the gallbladder, would cause several hours of pain. I
began avoiding food and losing weight.
In April of that year, I went to the doctor and
began a series of tests to determine the source of
the pain. A sonogram of the gallbladder revealed no
stones, so gallstones were not the problem. The doctor informed me that they would need to do more
tests, however, because the sonogram had revealed a
tumor-on my liver.
I was scared to death, and in pain all the time. I
next underwent a scan with radioactive contrast so


that the doctors could study the flow of blood through iny liver. For this test, they injected into my arm a solution that was tagged with a radioactive
isotope. Then they took a series of pictures of the blood supply to the tumor.

When my condition threatened to interfere with
our travel plans, Ron said that he would talk to the
ETs about it. I remember giving him a quizzical look.
Once my family was reassured that I did not have
liver cancer, they gave up their protest. The night
before I was to begin the drive south, I packed a
suitcase and went to bed early, hoping that the abdominal pain would subside so that I could get some
sleep before my trip.
Abductees joke with one another about the mysterious hour of 3:00 a.m. because, for some reason,
many of us will awaken inexplicably between 3:15
and 3:30. Oddly enough, abductees on both coasts
and in all time zones report waking at this particular
time. Most of us believe that we are returned from
abductions at this hour.
In the early morning hours of May 3, 1996, I awakened with a start. I said to myself, out loud, Oh,
good, now I don't have to have my gallbladder removed." I laughed, wondering why on earth I would
make such an absurd statement, and I went back to
sleep. The clock next to the bed read 3:25.
Since it was a five-hundred-mile drive to the conference, we left early that morning. I had adopted a
habit of avoiding breakfast and lunch so that the
morning and early afternoon hours could be painfree and productive. By midafternoon I was hungry,
so I reluctantly pulled off the interstate to get something to eat, knowing that the remainder of the day
would be marred by the familiar gnawing pain in
my abdomen.
It was not until several hours later, when I was
unpacking my suitcase in the hotel room where the
conference was being held, that it dawned on me: I
was not in pain. I suddenly recalled my 3:25 awakening and the accompanying thought that I would not
have to undergo surgery after all. I was incredulous,
but began to consider the idea that my gallbladder
had somehow been "fixed" the previous night.
Excited by this possibility, I recruited a few of my
fellow conference-goers to accompany me to the Waffle House next door. I ordered a bacon cheeseburger
with onion rings, the greasiest item on the menu, and
ate the whole thing. Still no pain!
Suddenly and for no apparent reason, a painful
condition that had plagued me for more than six
months had been completely alleviated.
When I returned from the conference, I canceled
the remaining diagnostic test and my appointment
with the surgeon. I encountered some resistance, but
I simply explained to the doctor that my pain was
gone and I saw no need for further tests at that time.
I wish I'd had the guts to tell him what I believe
happened to me: There is no doubt in my mind that the
ETs repaired whatever was wrong with my gallbladder.
Now, why would the ETs heal me, and why at
that particular point in time, after so many months
of pain? I have no conscious recall of an abduction
experience taking place on the night before my trip.
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But I think that my gallbladder problem finally came
to their attention as a result of the radiation left in
my body from the radio isotope study conducted earlier in the week. During a routine abduction, they
probably detected the low-level radiation and, in asking me about it, learned of the upcoming surgery. So
they fixed it. And it is very possible they fixed it
because of Ron's intervention. Whether they fixed it
out of a sense of goodwill, or to prevent someone
else from messing with their "laboratory specimen,"
is unknown. It appears the ETs have their own reasons for keeping me well. Whatever their reasons,
you will not be hearing any complaints from me!
At times, I wonder whether some of my minor,
chronic health problems are the result of my abduction experiences. I have chronic headaches, fatigue,
and my memory is not what it should be for someone
not yet forty. Just the stress of repeated abductions
could be enough to impact my health in an undesirable way. Still, it does seem that many interventions
have been made on my behalf. The motive behind
such interventions cannot be known. Are the ETs
intervening in order to enhance my quality of life?
Or are they simply protecting their own investment
in me?
In the spring of 1991, I was in a car accident while
driving a car full of children to school. We were rearended at a stoplight by a driver who failed to brake.
Fortunately, the kids all had their seat belts on and
were unharmed. I was not seriously injured because
I was also wearing my seat belt, but I did end up

with a very sore neck and bruised knees where they
hit the steering column. The other driver's insurance
paid for a few chiropractic visits, after which I
thought I was fine. We settled the claim.
A few months later, I was extremely dismayed
when I began to experience pain in my right knee.
The knee would "click when I climbed stairs, and
sometimes it locked up, making it very uncomfortable, if not impossible, to walk.
The impact from the car accident had resulted in
loose cartilage in the knee, which would require surgery. Since I had already settled the accident claim,
it would be no simple matter to get the insurance
companies to agree on who would pay for my surgery. But before I could even make an appointment
with the orthopedic surgeon, the click and pain in
my knee suddenly disappeared. All that was left behind was a scar: a new, perfect, one-quarter inch in
diameter, circular scar on the bottom of my knee.
In another case of ET healing, I actually have conscious recall of the alien involvement. This was a
conscious healing experience, not a dream, not recalled
under hypnosis. I also have physical evidence that
was witnessed by others at the time. I was never
diagnosed by doctors for the problem that the aliens
healed, but I am actually quite grateful for that.
In the fall of 1993, the tall shimmery beings I often
interact with took me once again. These are the ETs
who sometimes abduct me, beings I can never see
clearly, aliens who appear as shimmering density in
the atmosphere. They tower over me at about seven
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feet in height. They are kind but stern, formal. I think -
they are the same beings Ron describes. I know that
they will not hurt me, so I am not afraid when I am
with them. But I do feel disgruntled as I often find
myself in circumstances that are not of my own
design.
In this particular instance, I found myself sitting
on a table, watching two of the ETs discuss me as
doctors on rounds discuss their patients. There was
no spoken dialogue, but I could clearly understand
what they were saying telepathically. Just like doctors, they were talking about me as if I were not
there, even though they must have known that I
could hear them.
One of the ETs turned toward me, gesturing at my
chest with his hand. A vertical plane of light appeared out of nowhere, intersecting my body at chest
level. There was no discomfort, no sensation at all,
but I jumped with surprise. The ET gestured toward
me again, this time with a slightly different motion.
A horizontal plane of light appeared, intersecting my
body in a cross section with the first light plane.
The light planes looked like floating sheets of glass,
brightly lit from within, and with a prismatic quality,
glimmering with a rainbowlike effect when viewed
at an angle. I felt both fascinated and terrified at the
same time.
Suddenly, a transparent, highly detailed, threedimensional cross section of one of my _ breasts
floated away from my body and into the air in front
of me. I gasped loudly. Floating there before me was


a holographic model of my breast! My breast! A tiny
dot of light glowed in the middle of the holographic
image. One of the tall beings said to the other, "It is
still very small. She doesn't even know that it is there.
The conscious memory ends there. It seems that
whenever I become agitated or disagreeable during
an abduction, the ETs "switch me off, putting me
into a more passive state-for their protection and
my own. But what I did remember was disturbing,
as it seemed obvious to me that the ETs had detected
an early breast tumor.
I was only thirty-four at the time, and knew that
it would be unlikely that my doctor would order a
mammogram since I did not have a discernible lump
in my breast. I certainly did not want to tell him that
aliens had informed me I had a small, undetectable
breast tumor! So I did not take action, I did not take
the logical, immediate step most women would take
in such a situation. Instead, I lost a good amount of sleep over the next few weeks, wondering what I should do.
Meanwhile, a very curious thing began to happen:
Marks began to appear on my body. Even though I had no conscious memory of ongoing abductions, almost daily a new mark would appear on my breast.
About three-eights of an inch in diameter, the marks
resembled minor burns, raised red circles like insect
bites, always in the vicinity of my right breast. Sometimes there would be a puncture wound, too, in the center of one of the red circles, almost like a needle
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mark. One morning, I awoke to find needlelike punctures on my left eyelid just below the brow. Another
time, I found a needle mark on the inside of one of
my arms, as if blood had been drawn.
I was excited, frightened, and, in a way, relieved.
Although I did not know who was actually doing
what to me, it certainly seemed as if the tall, shimmery
ETs might be treating the condition they had discovered during the hologram experience. I had never
heard about even a similar experience from other abductees, so I was beside myself. But the marks on
my body were proof enough that it was not my
imagination. I became quite the exhibitionist that
month, ensuring myself of a few witnesses to the
marks that kept appearing on my right breast.
When I turned thirty-five, I had a mammogram.
The results were normal.
This year I will turn forty, and I will go for a second mammogram. I am anxious to receive another
clean bill of health, as my aunt died of breast cancer
last year, and my mother had a lumpectomy in 1997
as well. In 1993, I had no idea that my family history
for breast cancer would be so strong. Knowing what
I know now, I am grateful that someone was looking
out for me. And I have no trouble at all believing that
the tall ETs diagnosed and treated an early cancer in my
right breast.
In 1994, I had the opportunity to discuss my hologram experience with a prominent UFO researcher.
He told me that other abductees had reported being
shown holograms, and that many abductees held the


belief that their illnesses were diagnosed and treated
by aliens. I also find it interesting that in the last few
years holograms have begun to be used by the medical community in certain diagnostic and surgical
procedures.
The abduction phenomenon is deep and complex.
The physical aspects of the abduction experience are
only the tip of the iceberg. There is a profound, yet
unknown purpose behind what is going on here. By
definition, it is likely to be beyond our understanding: Their purpose is alien to us.
For me, the ETs' interest in our emotions, our
hearts and souls, holds a more compelling question.
Because the most profound change I have experienced is an extraordinary increase in my empathic
abilities. When I sit and listen to someone, I hear
their words with my ears and I feel their feelings. Their
feelings seem to jump inside me so that I actually
feel what they feel, positive or negative.
As my personal history of ET encounters came into
consciousness, I abandoned a successful career in
sales to pursue a degree in counseling. I have an
unwavering sense of mission, the exact nature of
which has yet to be revealed. Each facet of my life
seems to be another step, in preparation for some
eventuality. I am compulsively studying alternative
healing and mind-body medicine these days, not
knowing why, but knowing that the reason will be
revealed someday soon. I don't know whether to
hope for or dread the coming of that day.
My sense of hope for the future comes from the
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community of experiencers. While the motives of the
ETs still remain to be seen, encounter experiencers
know that our intentions toward one another are
good and true. Once we set aside our disagreements
about whether ET contact is "good" or bad, we
find a rich and fertile ground for building community. Rather than imposing our views on one another,
we learn to accept the validity of individual experience and embrace our differences.
People who have extraterrestrial encounters often
experience great isolation. I have spoken to hundreds
of experiencers and it is the isolation that is the
toughest part of the lives of most experiencers, including those of us who view our experiences as positive. Experiencers feel as if they have "come home"
when they finally find others to talk to about their
encounters.
Those of us with a history of ET contact have experienced the loss of a world, the world we grew up
believing to be true. When you realize that your life
has been, in actuality, two completely separate lives,
there is an existential crisis of profound proportions.
You are then forced to synthesize a new worldview.
For encounter experiencers and abductees, the isolation ends when we come together. With the support we bring to each other, we can help one another
to heal, blending the two worlds, healing the split. This
is the magic that occurs when experiencers come
together.

CHAPTER 7,
Nan Cooper:
Healed by the Arcturians.
Nan Cooper lives in Pine, Arizona, where she and her husband have a New Age/spiritual literary and music publishing
company called Planetary Heart Publications. She is in her
late forties.
When she heard about my book in process, Nan wrote
me a long letter detailing her own healing experiences with
extraterrestrials. Unlike many experiencers, Nan has specific ETs she seeks out for help in healing herself of various
physical problems. I found her stories quite fascinating, and
her particular approach rather unique. We conducted our
interviews during the early morning hours, before her busy
day at her publishing business began.


have been extremely interested in the topic of
healing in relation to extraterrestrial contact, and
I believe that I have had several experiences myself.
First, let me offer a general overview of my personal health problems and concerns. In 1980, I had
a Pap smear that was abnormal, indicating cervical
dysplasia. I was retested several times within six
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months, each result indicating the abnormality had
worsened, advancing another stage. Finally, my gynecologist suggested that if I let it go untreated, I
would have full-blown cancer within several years.
So I underwent conization of the cervix to remove
any abnormal cervical cells. I felt fine, but my doctor
was not satisfied. He pushed for partial hysterectomy.
Meanwhile, I went to a channeler, a young lady
who did a channeled health reading in an Edgar
Cayce style, that is, in a sleep state, lying prone.
(Edgar Cayce was a great American psychic who conducted many medical readings in a sleep-trance
state.) The reading claimed that I didn't have a cancer
cell in my body, nor would I. Consequently, I refused
the partial hysterectomy and continued to have
checkups on a frequent basis. This experience caused
me to reevaluate a great number of things in my life.
My second health concern has been a chronic case
of sinus problems, which began in 1972 when I broke
my nose in a minor accident. Although my eye was
bruised and blackened underneath, I had no idea that
my nose was broken. However, I was to discover
_ years later that the injury resulted in a significant
deviation of the septum. A constantly runny nose,
headaches, and swelling of the sinuses forced me to
use antihistamines. I could barely function on the
medication. I then chose to receive biweekly electronic acupuncture treatments instead, which helped
me to recuperate. I was not bothered very much by
the sinus problems for a number of years.

In 1990;a dentist in Columbus, Ohio, showed me
some X rays that indicated that my sinuses were totally blocked and that I did indeed have a deviation
of the septum. My husband and I then spent the fall
and winter of 1993/1994 in Munds Park in between
Flagstaff and Sedona, Arizona, where we were learning the publishing business. A wood-burning stove
was our primary heat source. Because I breathed
ashes all the time, my nose ran profusely for five
straight months.
However, it was during this time that I began to
have some subtle visionary experiences with ETs, notably the Arcturians.* So I read everything I could
get my hands on regarding extraterrestrials, but
mostly the material that was more spiritual in nature.
I was not very interested in the hard-core evidence
of UFO researchers, even though our neighbors (a very reclusive couple) were, in fact, UFO researchers.
Sedona has a reputation as a "hotbed" for all kinds
of UFO activity. There are people in Sedona (and
elsewhere) who experience things that are seen as
*Arcturians are the extraterrestrials from Arcturus, the brightest
star in the constellation Boétes, approximately thirty-six light-years
away. These light-body beings are believed to assist humans in
changing the self through conscious awareness of the unconscious
mind, to evolve and ascend spiritually.' A channeled message from
the Arcturians explains: We are not here to rescue you. We are
here to help you enhance or amplify your healing energies.' Nan
recently informed me she has learned that one of the more powerful ET healers she has worked with is actually Arcturian/Andromedan, that is, "the offspring of an Arcturian and an Andromedan
union." 

being on the darker side. I know that these experiences do exist, but I do not consider them to be my
own reality. Since multiple realities do exist simultaneously, I believe my reality to be quite different than
the reality of those who choose to view ETs as evil.""
I choose to view most extraterrestrials as benign, loving, loyal, technologically advanced, and quite capable of establishing wonderful interactions with
willing humans in order to assist them with healing
of the body, mind, emotions, and spirit. I also believe
that those ETs who have engaged in abductions have
done so for the express purpose of genetically creating a separate race of heartier beings in order to
allow their own race to survive. Although I do not
agree with their approach, I do have compassion for
these ETs and I understand their plight.
Because my reality is of a higher nature of living in
light and love, and because I choose to look on the
ETs as benign, I believe that the ETs without higher - motives will not bother me. Only fear attracts negative experiences, including negative ET experiences.
During that five-month period of breathing ashes,
I believe the Arcturians were helping me. I feel that
during this period I was being adjusted and operated
on in a sleep and/or meditative state-with my conscious permission, of course. I had a sore on the inside of the end of my nose that would not heal up,
no matter what I did. It truly felt as if an object had
been inserted there, but I could never see anything.
Since my nose and head were being worked on a lot
during sleep and meditation states, I just continued

to believe in my very benign, loving connection to
the Arcturians, whom I felt had only my best intentions and good health in mind.
When my husband and I returned to Ohio in the
spring of 1994, my sinuses began to clear up. The
sore at the end of my nose seemed to magically disappear. I have always suspected that a benign implant was placed in my nasal area to facilitate my
healing. However, this has never been confirmed by
an X ray.
In early 1996, another Pap smear came out slightly
abnormal. I knew in my heart of hearts that this situation needed my attention, that my dysfunctional female health problem was raising its ugly head again.
It was a distinct message to me that it was time to
clear this area of my body. However, this time the
emotional and mental imprints had to be released
as well.
Between Pap tests, I did some intense visualizing
and healing work with the Arcturians, focusing on
the cervical area of my body. I released much repressed emotion around the manifestation of this unhealthy condition. Intuitively, I knew when the
healing work was complete. I also knew that I was
completely well and did not have to experience this
health problem again.
I went for a retest two weeks later, and this time
the Pap smear was normal. My Pap tests have been
normal ever since, and I believe I have been completely healed in this area, with the help of the Arcturians. They are incredible doctors and healers.
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In April of 1996, I made an appointment to see an
ear, nose, and throat specialist. My sinuses had been
acting up again for several months, and I was so
uncomfortable that I was ready to consider a surgical
procedure. The night before I went to see the doctor,
I had a dream that he would tell me there was nothing wrong with me.
During the appointment, the doctor poked and
prodded my nasal passages, all to no avail. He said
he wouldn't even waste his time giving me an X ray
because he could find no appreciable deviation. He
said he suspected that my nasal problems were due
to allergies.
This was amazing to me. No more deviation? At
the time, I had been introduced in my meditation
state to a powerful ET healer. I had been receiving
healing treatments and adjustments in my nasal area,
again while in sleep and in meditation. I feel that this
ET healer may have helped to facilitate the healing of
my deviated septum, and I am truly grateful to him.
In August of 1996, I accepted the position of librarian at a brand-new elementary school in central Ohio.
We moved outside of the town where my job was,
out in the middle of farm country. This meant we
were constantly breathing in chemical pesticides. At
the school, all of the library books were new. So were
the carpets. I was informed that the books and carpets were saturated with formaldehyde. By this time
in my spiritual journey, I had become ultrasensitive
to many toxins because I had been raising my vibration and becoming clearer. I couldn't even perm my

hair anymore because the chemicals brought on all
sorts of ill effects.
As you open up spiritually, I believe you become
more sensitive and receptive to higher vibrations and
energies. You become uwltrasensitive. Your psychic
senses, sight, and hearing seem more sensitive. However, you also become more sensitive to lower vibrational and toxic substances, to chemical toxins and
pollutants and negative energies. As you are
transmuting, changing and finding that certain things
in your environment become bothersome, the Arcturians can offer invaluable help.
By that October, I had reached a crisis point. My
eyes burned, itched, ached, and carried a red-yellowish
tint most of the time. The skin beneath my eyes became very dry, red, and wrinkled. When I was not
in the school building and when I was away from
the farmlands around my home, my condition would
clear up almost completely.
I tried the conventional route: I was tested for allergies, and tried three different allergy medications.
Every test was negative and nothing worked. By
springtime, I had requested some healing help from
the Arcturians. I soon began to improve, and I realized that their healing work was being done during
my sleep time. This was later confirmed during a
group meditation. I credit a female Arcturian healer
for assisting me in curing my eye problem that
stemmed from the toxic substances in my environment.
These days, I believe that I just have to follow my
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own internal feelings and intuitions. And I believe
that I always get imprinted with the right information-if I choose to listen to it. I am doing as much
healing in altered states, in dream states, and in meditations as I would ever do in a conscious, waking
state. And this work is much more long-lasting, effective, and powerful. At times, I feel that these higher
dimensional states are more real than our conscious,
waking reality.
Healing has a lot to do with what we are willing
to believe. If you know that something is not going
to affect you anymore, if you are not going to make
it a part of your reality, then illness has no reason to
persist. The body is pretty amazing. It will respond
and heal, according to the beliefs you allow for in
your reality.
In fact, one of my friends even has a pet who was
healed in this way, with extraterrestrial assistance.
Her cat wasn't doing well. She was disoriented, she
was limping, she would not eat. My friend got a
strong message from an Arcturian: "If you would
visualize sending your cat up through the corridor
to our ship, we'll go ahead and work on the cat from
here." So my friend did this visualization, and by
4:00 a.m., the cat was jumping all over her bed, acting
as if nothing had ever been wrong.
My husband and I have long desired to serve as
emissaries for the extraterrestrials who are here on
Earth helping humans. I consider my relationship
with the ETs to be deep, sacred, and always accepting. They are truly some of the most important


members of my "spiritual family," and I am keenly
-aware of and very comfortable with my origin in
the stars.
My spiritual code of ethics includes living simple
spiritual principles. The Arcturians are one example
of those ET groups that emphasize simple spiritual
principles in order to assist in personal and planetary
transformations. I believe that everyone on the planet
is, in their own way, trying to transmute and to
change.. It is a much slower and more difficult process, however, for people who do not realize their
own healing powers. But I believe that many different extraterrestrial groups are working with us to
facilitate our natural healing processes and help us
regain our personal power as spiritual human beings.
When we returned to Arizona in October of 1997,
this time to live there permanently and set up our
publishing company, I was apprehensive because of
my previous sinus experiences. Fortunately, I have
experienced only minor sinus-related problems and
very little negative reaction to anything in my new
Arizona environment.
I am truly grateful to the Arcturians for all they
have done for me personally. They are a loving,
selfless group of extraterrestrials who only wish to
see us evolve, raise our vibrations, and ascend spiritually. I look forward to the day when I encounter
them with full visual presence.

CHAPTER 8,
J. Dean Fagerstrom:
On Angels and
Extraterrestrials.
At age sixty-six, J. Dean Fagerstrom has explored numerous career paths and avenues of study including music,
mathematics, theology, poetry, and photography. After
eleven years in the U.S. Army, including time spent in Germany where he met his wife Helga, Dean left the service
to work as a writer in New York. Since he had been in the
Intelligence field while serving his country, he eventually
established a sideline career in corporate security. He recently retired, and now devotes all of his time to writing a
numerical science provided to him by the spiritual society
he refers to as "Anglion."
A widower, Dean lives in Putnam Lake, New York, and
has three grown children. He has enjoyed a lifetime rich
with angelic/extraterrestrial contact. I was quite pleased that
he was willing to share his encounter experiences with me,
and to come to my home during a visit to his son who, at
the time, was living in South Florida. Over strong coffee on
my sun-washed patio, Dean, a gentle, ethereal-looking
man, talked of his love for his family, his writing, and his
celestial guide, Maxine.

 all started for me at a very, very young age. On
 fifteenth of December, 1924, a child was born
into our family. She lived for less than fifteen minutes due to a respiratory ailment. She had been
named Maxine.
At this time, my parents lived in Oregon. They
were nominally called Christians, but were still
searching for a greater kind of spirituality. (Eventually, my mother would become an ordained minister
and establish her own ministry in Tennessee.) But
the loss of Maxine caused my parents to become estranged, and although they did not separate, there
was not any "closeness" for almost eight years. Then,
I was conceived.
My mother told me the following story: When
you were born, your father and I were so happy that
we reconciled. I always told everyone that you were
my child of reconciliation.' When you were about
three weeks old, I bundled you up in a blanket and
walked to the local church. There was no one there
but ourselves. I walked you down to the front of the
little church and placed you on the low table before
the altar. And I prayed this prayer: Oh Lord of
Heaven, You have taken one child from us. And now
I give You back the one that You gave me after eight
long years. He is Yours from this day forward. Do
with him what You will.' "
I happen to firmly believe that Maxine was assigned to me on that day. When a mother prays like
that over a child, and virtually says to God, "My
child is Yours, he is no longer mine," I think the
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spiritual realm responds in a very decided way. I
don't have any other explanation for the fact that, by
the age of five, I was beginning to see things that
existed in another dimension. I had all kinds of otherworldly experiences in my young years, experiences
that have continued to this day.
Whatever my destiny in life was to be, it came in .
random bursts. But it always reverted back to that
commitment my mother had made. There was always the feeling that "You represent something,
Dean. Now, fulfill it.'"
Maxine is an Emissary. She has access to the two
spiritual societies that I communicate with: Anglion
and Aphax. She has always told me this: ""You have
to think differently. You have to be able to communicate with me on my terms, the terms that come from
the Divine Source." My conjunctions-Maxine uses
the term "conjunction," she does not use the term
"relationship-are with those whom Maxine sends
to me.
In March of 1953, I was in a terrible state of clinical
depression while at a theological seminary in Missouri. I left there after what I have described as an
"encounter," which resulted in a very dramatic
enlightenment.
My brother was the public relations director at the
seminary, and had coerced me into becoming a seminarian. This was not what my heart wanted to do. I
was disgusted and frustrated with what I felt was a
bigoted, dogmatic atmosphere. I knew that there had
to be something different.
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BisI began to fast, pray, and meditate. I cut myself off
from everything and everyone. Finally, I prayed this
prayer: Dear God in Heaven, You must do something in my behalf. I cannot take this any longer. You
have got to intervene."
At 2:00 on the morning of the fifteenth of March,
I went to the music theory classroom. (In high school,
I had received university scholarships in music and
had wanted to become a choir director.) As I sat in
the seminary music room, I opened my copy of the
Bible. The book happened to open to John, and I
looked down casually at these words: "I am the resurrection and the life."
All of a sudden, the words on the page turned
completely red. They lifted off the page and moved
around, so that I was reading them as if on a page
held in front of me. And then I heard a voice, the
voice that had originally uttered these very words. I
fell forward onto my face, onto the floor. And I
passed completely out of my body and into this
other world.
From that moment on, my life was completely
transformed. Every single molecular particle in my system changed. All of my atoms underwent a total
change, all of my particles completely realigned. This
was not a religious experience. It was a spiritual and
a celestial experience.
When I walked out of that music room at daybreak, I was filled with an ecstatic sense of wellbeing, of knowledge and understanding, of total


peace. I gathered up my belongings and I fled the
realm of institutionalized religion forever.
Now, this is not an historical anecdote. It is a present reality. It had nothing to do with time, nothing to
do with space. So I don't look at this encounter as
"history." I look at the experience as being the exact
same reality from which I speak at this point.
I have had so-called extraterrestrial contact. But I
really don't spend a lot of time on extraterrestrial
or terrestrial matters. I'm much more interested in
communicating with the Kingdom of God. This is
where all reality has its origin. The Earth is just an
effect, an effect of a Divine Creation. The so-called
extraterrestrials were made by the Divine Creator,
too, just like any terrestrial.
Over the years, I have had contact with an extraterrestrial being called Donestra, from a planet tentatively called Solarian. (I don't want to be dogmatic
about this.) Through Donestra, I was given a picture
of what it was like to live as an extraterrestrial being.
But he was not located in the time and space at the
particular moment when he was speaking to me.
And I understood that. He had lived during an earlier time, and had progressed to the spiritual world.
In 1962, I was stationed in Germany. My wife and
I had been fortunate enough to secure a lovely apartment six or seven minutes away from the base. On
the nineteenth of July, at 3:00 a.m., I was working
with numerical complexes on a pad of graph paper
at an easel. Suddenly, the paper became like a TV
screen and I could see on it this gentleman. He was


dressed ina blue bodysuit with a cape. He had a belt
with an insignia, and a necklace with a medallion on
it. He just smiled and spoke to me.
He told me his name: Donestra. He told me that
there were many other civilizations throughout the
universe that had progressed on a spiritual plane
such that their science was not contaminated with
the faulty principles and concepts that we are accustomed to. These other civilizations were therefore
able to go about visiting other planetary civilizations.
Donestra was, at that time, with the spiritual
world. And he began, over time, to acquaint me with
what he represented. Later, I wrote The Book of Anglion, and then a second volume, The Book of Aphax.
It was one of Donestra's contemporaries, I believe,
who gave me the drawings. At 2:00 on the morning
of the twentieth of January, 1968, I woke up from a
sound sleep. Looking up at one corner of the bedroom ceiling, I saw what resembled an old-fashioned
microphone. Protruding from the center of this instrument was a kind of needle or "feeler.'" The instrument approached me, coming closer and closer.
I realized I was in a state in which I could not move:
I was fixated. The instrument put the feeler right in
the center of my forehead above my eyes. It did not
penetrate but stopped there, and I felt (and heard) a
high frequency. This intense vibration passed clear
through me. I continued to lie there until the instrument receded and disappeared.
At around 6:00 a.m., I got up and made coffee.
Then I sat at the dining-room table. At around 8:30
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or so, I felt someone with me. They said, "Get in
your car and go down to the stationery store. We'll
show you what to buy." And I did. I bought some
graph pads, certain kind of pens, some triangles, and
other drafting instruments. Then I went home, and I
began to draw. I drew under the influence of someone. -
It was like I was programmed.
I completed thirty-two pages of diagrams over a
three-day period. I was instructed to name each diagram, but I do not claim to understand the meanings
and functions of all of these instruments. I do not
even know their purpose.
In 1981, Phil Imbrogno* came to see me. I was
instructed by Donestra to give him all of the drawings. I said to Phil, "I was just instructed to give you
these. I don't know why."
footnote.Philip J. Imbrogno, a science educator and astronomer, writes
about Dean's drawings in his book, Contact of the Fifth Kind [see
References, page 317]: "The diagrams are a marvel to behold. They
are in vivid color, drawn with extreme precision. They have been
examined by professional people from many different fields. 
A professional draftsman said that a person would need at least
twenty years [of] experience in drawing technical diagrams to produce them. He also said that a top-notch professional would need
at least six hours to complete each diagram. Many of the diagrams
show devices that were unknown in 1968, but are being experimented with today.  Scientists at Princeton, Northwestern, and
M.LT. have also looked at the diagrams and agreed that they are
accurate in design, although there is not enough information to
tell you exactly what each device is, how it works, or how to build
it." One design was of a three-dimensional viewing screen, some
showed a variety of optical test equipment, and one device, a ""Helical Coil," was actually constructed. According to Imbrogno, "It
produced an electromagnetic flux much greater than can be produced by any similar coils available today," before it burned
out.' end footnote.

In January of 1988, I was called by a friend and
invited to a party where I was expected to play a
new Korg electric piano. I had agreed to the invitation, but did not know how to play the piano. I'd
always had a great love for the piano, but had never
learned how to play it.
At the party, I requested that the piano be turned
around to face the gathering. I turned it on, and
started playing. I did not understand what was happening. The music was somewhat crude, yet quite
beautiful.
On the way home, Maxine made her presence
known. She said, "You are going to buy a piano exactly like that one." I said What? I don't have that
kind of money! Maxine said, "It will be provided
for you."
Within ten days, there was a brand-new Korg electric piano in my house.
I sat down and simply started playing. Under the
influence of someone else. Later, using an internal recorder, I recorded many, many tapes. And every professional who has ever listened to my tapes says,
"This is Franz Liszt.* Undoubtedly."
And I think it is Franz Liszt all right.
I never did practice, and I was playing music of a


complexity that would be impossible for anyone who
had not been taught piano. Yet, I had never taken
lessons. The music comes in a spontaneous influx, as
I let someone take over. But I am not in a trance. I
watch my fingers flying up and down the keyboard.
The scientific explanation would create a new
science.
One night in the fall of 1973, I woke up at 3:00
A.M. to see two little beings in hoods entering the
bedroom. They were very diminutive, less than five
feet in height, dressed all in black. They just marched
through the closed door, then walked up to and
through the large German bed my wife and I
occupied.
A separation occurred so that it seemed as though
I were suddenly above my body, hovering over it.
From this vantage point, I observed the surgical operation the two beings conducted.
The one on my right side opened up a stiff black
packet that resembled the fold-up packages one uses
to store silverware. The lining inside was a red velvet, and there were straps to hold each surgical instrument in place. He removed something that
resembled tweezers, while the other being, the one
to my left, held an illuminated object shaped like a
boomerang. Giving the boomerang a kind of flourish
over my head, the one on my left actually laid back
my skull from cerebrum to cerebellum. The other
then took out a vial from the surgical pack, poured
out what appeared to be sapphires and rubies, and



used the tweezers to implant these gems in certain
locations in my brain.
When they were done, one folded back into place
the flap of my skull. The other used the boomerang
instrument to heal it up. Then they walked back to
the bedroom door, turned to one another, and bowed
respectfully. As if to say, ""Mission accomplished!"
I was never afraid. I knew it was all part of the
program. These individuals were not terrestrial beings. When these individuals came, I knew that they
were representing something spiritual.
For several days afterward, there was a strange
sensation around the top of my head, as if I had been
wearing a tight sweatband. And I began to see blue
pinpricks of light: When I read, or stared at something, I'd see these blue globes, lights that moved
like comets, then hovered. It continues to this day.
This experience sounds so bizarre. But it was not
a physical operation. It was done on a spiritual plane.
It represents a kind of "cleansing,'"" so that when messages are transferred from the spiritual world, they
are no longer distorted by my brain.
I've had my brain cleansed for most of my life.
They've cleaned up my brain, so that it can function
as an organic adjunct to the mind. The brain is just
a series of references, like the Library of Congress. It
is the mind, however, that is free.
I've been involved in-every field that you can
imagine. But none of it is meaningful in itself. What
is meaningful is that I have attempted to open myself
up to every propensity that God gave me. So that I can
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express all of it, for His sake, and for the sake of
men and women everywhere. There is only one purpose in life, and that is to instigate love in the hearts
of men and women. Everything in my life reverts
back to this.
I've never known an illness, I've never had an organic illness affect me in my whole life. I only had
one childhood disease: chicken pox. Other than that,
there hasn't been a single bad day. I don't have bad
days. I have no complaints.
I must admit, however, I am a smoker. Now, this
is not a promotion for cigarettes. But there are individuals who die of lung cancer who never smoked a
cigarette in their life. The point is, there is only one
cause of cancer. To flatly say that cigarettes cause cancer is nothing but an outright fallacy.
Years ago, under the influence of Donestra, I was
taken on a visionary experience. I was flying over
some islands where there was no foliage to be seen.
These islands were totally barren. They resembled a
highly enlarged picture of human cells. And they
looked like oysters, out of the shell, in their mucuslike broth.
I asked my hosts, "What does this mean?" They
said, "This is how carcinoma of every kind has its
beginning." Then they explained it to me, but purely
as an organic situation. Since the human being has
three aspects-body, mind, and soul-the cancer is
conjoined to these other two aspects. So the following
cannot be taken as a remedy for the disease itself.
What they showed me during that visionary experience was. this: When protein is not properly rendered for its purpose and is not flushed out of the
body, it can reside in the system and become crystalline. It then has the ability to send or receive a signal.
When these residuals are in the body cells in their
crystalline form, the cells can send and receive the
wrong signals. This results in chaos, and the breakdown of the cell. Once the tissue breaks down, the _ cancer results.
The incidentals regarding the protein were not
made clear to me at that time. But I think that, with
some reasonable research, the particulars could be
determined.
This information does not mean that anyone who
overindulges in meat will experience such a buildup
of protein residue and contract cancer. The incidence
of cancer is integral to one's state of mind. Emotional
perturbation, impacted feelings, and changes on the
soul level can cause a reaction in the organic system
so that the cells' signals become chaotic.
I think that this information was given to me to
provide me with a greater understanding of the
human being. Cancer is one part of the larger picture:
body, mind, and soul. The body itself is only an effect. It is the mind and soul that are actually in control, because the body is only an outgrowth of who
we really are. When there is a serenity, a peacefulness,
_ a oneness, then there is no room for an intrusion such
as illness or disease. This is the information as it was
explained to me by Maxine.
Trying to condense a lifetime of spiritual experience is very difficult. But it all reverts back to Maxine. Those who have no appreciable time on Earth
often will choose to have vicarious experience
through others living on this planet. I am Maxine's
surrogate. She can see down through my eyes and
thereby understand what a human being experiences.
And she allows me to express my soul.
I believe that my conjunction with Maxine is a state
of evolutionary progress. It is a mutual effort, part of a
course to render spiritual truth through the material.
God does not preempt our understanding, but allows
us to understand what we are willing to understand.
From my experiences with both the spiritual realm
and extraterrestrial civilizations, I know that there
exists a rational basis for everything in life.

PART II,
We Make It
Happen.
CHAPTER 9,
Bev Marcotte:
Remote Viewer and
Healer.
Bev Marcotte was born and raised in Connecticut. For many
years, she worked as a graphic artist and graphic designer.
In 1996, at the age of fifty-four, she changed careers: Bev
attended the Farsight Institute in Atlanta for training as a
"remote viewer." Currently, she works as a professional
viewer of forensic targets for Trans Dimensional Systems
in Atlanta. She is also the co founder and coordinator of
Lightkeepers Remote Viewing/Remote Healing Network, a
national group of psychics trained to do healing work at
a distance.
Bev currently lives in Ohio with her husband, an engineer
in fluid aerodynamics. They have six grown children.
Before talking to Bev about her experiences as a healer
(and someone who has also received celestial healing), I
was only slightly familiar with the paranormal technique she
practices: Remote viewing or scientific remote viewing
(SRV) is similar to meditation and psychic skills in that the
practitioner accesses a part of the mind that is typically
not used during normal waking consciousness, making this
highly intuitive function dominant in their awareness. The


difference between meditators, psychics, and remote viewers is that SAV practitioners are trained through highly
structured programs. They learn how to utilize the paraconscious mind and to record the results in a specific, scientifically reproducible manner.
Based on ancient practices of various indigenous peoples
and their "shamans" or spiritual healers, remote viewing
was developed into a scientific protocol by the U.S. military
for the purpose of the collection of intelligence information.
Government-trained SRV officers planned, conducted, and
reported on long-distance intelligence missions accomplished completely in their own minds. The government program was apparently successful enough that the SRV
training for "psychic spies" established sometime in the
1970s existed for several decades-and may still be in operation as a protected (top secret) program.
Bev is one of a growing number of privately trained remote viewers who utilize their special skills both for communicating with extraterrestrial/extradimensional beings and for
conducting healing sessions at a distance. How she became such an extraordinary sort of healer is a fascinating
story. Throughout Part Il, you will read some remarkable
case reports of healers who, like Bev, utilize celestial energies in order to help others achieve an improved state of
physical and emotional health and spiritual well-being.
he oldest of five children, I was always considered the oddball in the family. I saw and felt
things differently, and was called eccentric' and
"strange" by my parents. At age eleven, my eyes
began to change color from brown to hazel, then to
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green, the color they are today. At about this same
time, I began to experience premonitions. I would
tell my mother in advance of unannounced company
that would be arriving, and one time I informed her
of the death of a distant relative, confirmed later in
the day by my uncle.
Shortly after my twenty-first birthday, I got married. At age twenty-seven, I had a near-death experience when I was hospitalized for surgery to remove
an ovarian cyst. During the operation, which did not
go well, I "woke up" and watched the procedure
from above my body. And during the recovery period, I began to experience brief episodes where I
again found myself out-of-body, sometimes feeling
as if I had access to all of the answers for all of
life's questions.
After this, my psychic ability expanded markedly.
I began to experience spontaneous "astral projection," my conscious mind leaving my body to travel
to distant places and gather information. I also began
to have prophetic dreams and to recall details of my
past lives. I kept most of this to myself. When I did
disclose the details of one of my experiences to my
husband at the time, he replied, I could have you
committed, you know." I decided that silence was a
better idea.
In 1980, I divorced my first husband, and in 1986,
I remarried. My second husband and I are happily
married. However, after only nine months of adjusting to our new partnership, I began to realize that
something strange was going on, something I had


been experiencing all my life but had not been aware
of consciously.
One beautiful, sunny day in July of 1987, I got out
of bed and went into the bathroom. Gazing into the
mirror, I noticed something odd: I had a small cut,
a hairline slice nearly an inch long, which ran horizontally across my top lip. It nearly blended into the
red of my lip and would have been easy to miss.
Except that I knew I was supposed to see it. Suddenly,
a recognition moved from my subconscious mind
into my consciousness: I am an experiencer, an extraterrestrial encounter experiencer.
Within a few weeks, the "baby dreams" began.
These dreams (or "trips," as I sometimes prefer to
call them) involved a small, sickly newborn. Although there were no genitalia, I knew the baby was
a boy. He was gray in color, with such thin skin he
seemed to be almost transparent. He was so listless
he looked as if he must be dying. But when I held the
baby, his skin began to change color. His complexion
gradually went from gray to pink, and he opened his
eyes to look at me. He had no eyebrows or eyelashes,
and his eyes were oval-shaped and slanted. His eyes
were blue, with only a little bit of white on either
side of the iris.
In the first baby dream, I was also introduced to
the short little gray beings commonly called the
"grays." (I prefer to call them the gray people.) I
realized at once that in some as yet unclear way the
gray people had played a very important role in my
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life ever since my own babyhood. I was only mildly
shocked by this realization.
One morning after waking up from.a baby dream,
I fell into a very light sleep state. Who is the baby's
father?' I asked. A nonhuman male appeared, tall
and very slim with long, wavy blond hair, and blue
eyes identical to the baby's. He was striding toward
me in the vision, and he seemed angry. Just as he
reached me, I bolted awake.
As fall turned to winter, the "trips" continued.
There were nights I awoke from these trips to the
realization that nothing in my life would ever be normal again. Nothing would ever be the same because
both my husband and I were being abducted, we were
experiencing regular, frequent extraterrestrial encounters. Fortunately, we could ask one another,
"Honey, do you think I'm crazy?" and know that the
response would be, 'Of course not, dear."
My husband and I have been poked, probed, and
injected, tissue samples taken, our body fluids withdrawn. Eggs and sperm have been removed, tests
have been conducted, our bodies scanned. What an
amazing thing it is to get out of bed on a winter's
morning in the snowy, cold Northeast, to discover
that your face and neck look sunburned. Try explaining that to the people you work with every day,
the people who know you haven't been to the Virgin
Islands recently or even out of town.
There were weeks when physical markings on our
bodies would appear again and again. I began taking
photographs of these rashes, bruises, and other

strange markings. I now have quite a collection of
photos.
One summer night when my husband was away
on a business trip, I let the dog outside at about 10:00
p.m. As soon as I let the dog in, the cat, determined
to have equal time, meowed to go out. He jumped
up on my shoulder and we strolled slowly down the
length of the driveway, enjoying the warm night air.
At the end of the driveway, I turned and looked up
at the star-studded sky above the house. A telepathic
voice said, "You are connected to us." I felt connected
to something, and this released in me simultaneous
feelings of love, hate, fear, and anticipation. I returned to the house, knowing that I would be visited
that night by extraterrestrials.
This was my first conscious close encounter (as opposed to the many dreams and night visions, or
"trips). When the three gray people entered my
bedroom later on that night, around 1:00 a.m., I was
fully conscious, wide awake.
An eerie, cold, white light was flooding the room
as the three little gray people approached the bed. I
found I couldn't move. But I could hear the low,
even hum of something moving up and down the
length of my body. Nothing actually touched me, yet
I felt a subtle sense of some kind of radiating energy.
It did not hurt, and I had no feelings of fear.
When I felt their energy receding, the white light
disappeared. Suddenly, the sounds of night resumed.
It had been abnormally silent during the visit: no
highway noise, no crickets chirping, total silence. I
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looked at the clock: Only seven minutes had passed.
It was as if time had stood still.
Later, I took the cat outdoors again, this time to
see if there was any sign of the visitors. There was
nothing, not even a star in the sky, which by then
had clouded over.
As a veteran of many such visits now, I can honestly say that I believe what the extraterrestrial visitors are doing to us is in no way experimental. They
know exactly what they are doing to us as a species, and
have been doing it quite knowingly for a long time.
There is an exchange occurring between the two species. Some would say that the exchange is not balanced, not in our favor. The visitors do invade our
homes, render us helpless, and take what they feel
they are entitled to: eggs, sperm, blood, tissue, DNA,
whatever they want or need to enhance their own
species.
We must acknowledge the fact that the gray people
have been coming to the Earth for hundreds, perhaps
thousands of years or longer. They have been interacting with humans for generations and, I believe,
there is a positive aspect to the relationship: Over time,
they have aided us in our evolution as a species.
The body scans, which occur on a very regular
basis in the lives of most abductees, serve to keep
the visitors informed regarding our health status. The
"medical examinations" inform them about the levels
of toxins in our bodies, thus tracking the amounts of
pesticides and pollution in our environment. (Could
this be one reason why so many abductees report


that the visitors have strongly advised them to clean
up the environment?) I believe they are working on
our body energy as well, keeping everything in
balance.
For me, these "checkups" typically occur several
times a year. It is almost as if they have me on a
regular schedule of visits, balancing my body's energies and testing me for toxic buildup. Both my husband and I are, by the way, in excellent health.
At times when illness has threatened, I have called
upon the visitors to "please, take care of it." I feel
that since they have the freedom to use our bodies
for their own purposes, it is their responsibility to
keep us healthy.
One Christmas season, my husband and I began
to feel ill with stuffy noses and the onset of flulike
symptoms. As we sat watching television one evening, I noticed a ball of blue light float through the
air across the room. Later that night, I saw the ball
of blue light again, this time floating across the bedroom ceiling. When my husband climbed into bed
beside me, we held hands while I asked the Creator
to minister to us through the angels as we slept.
Despite our discomfort, aches, and pains, we both
fell asleep immediately. In the middle of the night,
my husband felt so restless he decided to sleep in
" the guest bedroom. Later on, I awoke to the sensation
of something touching the right side of my head
above my temple. It was a tickly, electric feeling.
Suddenly, and even though my eyes were closed, I
saw the ball of blue light again. This time, the energy
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ball entered the right side of my head and floated
across to the left side. The left side of my body began
to shake. Then I felt my nasal passages begin to clear.
My eyes stopped burning, my headache went away,
the symptoms I had been suffering just disappeared.
I knew I was being healed.
"Thank you," I said. Please go to my husband
now." Then I sat up and, for some unknown reason,
_ turned to examine the wall behind my head. Just
above the pillow, a pattern of light about seven
inches high lit up the wall. The light image looked
exactly like an angel, an angel with its wings folded.
I couldn't believe it. I kept opening my eyes wider
and wider, trying to get a closer look. The light did
not come from the bedroom windows. There was no
_ explanation for it. And I have not seen it again.
The next morning, both my husband and I felt fine.
Our symptoms were gone. We knew that something
had connected with us the night before, something
that was angelic or extraterrestrial in nature.
There seems to be a much larger picture than I
had originally thought in regards to the "whos' and
"whys" of these experiences in my life because I also
have had these types of experiences with what seems
to be angelic contact. Yet, I wonder: Are these beings
angels? Or are they extraterrestrials, operating in the
form of beneficent messengers, the form traditionally
ascribed to angels?
The most beautiful encounter experience I've had
to date was with a being I thought was an angel. But
this experience, too, left me with questions.


My husband was away on business when I awoke
in the middle of the night to see the most beautiful
being standing beside my bed. I could feel his love.
(The being looked androgynous, but there was an
element of masculinity present.) He had wavy blond
hair that fell to his shoulders, and wore a long white
robe. His arms were folded, his hands tucked into
the deep sleeves of the robe. He did not have wings.
He stood by my bed in an attitude of protection, his
black eyes steadily watching, looking in my direction
without looking directly at me. It was as if he were
guarding me. Suddenly, he began to disintegrate into
millions of tiny, sparkling fragments. It looked like
fireworks, and then he was gone.
For almost a year afterward, I was unable to relate
this incident to anyone without crying because the
effect on me was so profound. Still, I had questions:  What exactly was this being with black eyes, this
being without wings? Could angels actually be aliens?
Might the gray people be capable of shape-shifting,
changing themselves to look like angels, somehow
manifesting in any form acceptable to the mind of the
human being?
There is, I am convinced, an alien-angel connection. How tightly bound that connection may be, however, is something I am not sure of.
There was a particular angel/ET entity who
showed up regularly to offer me advice and guidance. I could never remember much of what she told
me, however, once I returned to the waking state.
One night, finding myself in her presence, I asked,
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"Why is all this happening to me?" This time, her
answer was imprinted on my soul: "You are being
adjusted in order that you may offer others the choice
of staying or leaving in times of crisis."
Soon enough, I learned what the entity meant by
this statement.
During the summer of 1990, I had an unusual
dream in which I found myself at the dentist's office.
I was seated in one of those low-slung chairs you
would find in any dentist's office, except that there
were two or three of the very short, bald, gray people
walking around. They each looked busy, focused on
his own individual responsibilities. Then the "dentist'" came into the room. He was of average height,
but dressed completely in black (black crew neck
_ sweater, black slacks) and his eyes were slightly
slanted. He approached the chair on one side and
asked me to open my mouth. He didn't touch my
teeth as one would expect, but put something inside
my mouth. I could feel a kind of warm assurance
that seemed to be radiating from his clothing.
Whatever he put into my mouth did not hurt initially. Then it was shoved up into my soft palate and
I could feel it moving up into place between my eyes,
and possibly into my brain. There was a very odd
sensation between my eyes that felt erotic as well as
uncomfortable, then painful. "It's uncomfortable,
stop, stop,' I cried.
My head hurt upon awakening the next morning.
When I got up, I realized that I was seeing light in
front of my eyes. It was almost as if the light was

coming from my eyes. My bedroom was bathed in light! As I moved about, my headache went away
and my vision gradually returned to normal.
I now realize that the dentist "dream" was actually
the insertion of an implant.* This implant was placed
in my head, possibly in my brain, by extraterrestrials-or someone not "from here." This implant was
inserted in order to enhance my awareness and psychic ability. Now, years later, I look at the experience
objectively, knowing that, because of the implant, my
abilities as a psychic and eventually as a remote
viewer /remote healer were purposefully enhanced. I was being adjusted so that, sometime in the future,
I would be capable of offering others "the choice of staying or leaving in times of crisis."
In the fall of 1990, three gray people led me into a white room to witness the implant insertion procedure on another human. The abductee was a white male with short brown hair. His eyes were closed and he as reclining in the same kind of "dentist chair' I had found myself in during my own experience. One of the gray people came up behind the chair with two small squares of light, one in each hand. The squares were laid against the man's head, one behind each of his ears, and I watched as the light was absorbed into his skull. \ ;
*Many experiencers report the insertion of a small, BB-sized object typically in the sinus area, tear ducts, or ears. Theories regarding the purpose of extraterrestrial implants vary, including the possibility that they are tracking devices and/or communications technology.-Au.
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About six months later, I met this man. In this
physical reality. We are now the very best of friends.
We feel that the gray people introduced us, in a
rather strange way, for a reason.
One day in 1996, this same friend called to recommend that I read Cosmic Voyage by Dr. Courtney
Brown [see References, page 316], a book about scientific remote viewing. Since my friend tends to be
more skeptical than I about these things, his opinion
is, I believe, quite reliable. I knew nothing about remote viewing, but I read the book. Almost immediately, I announced to my husband that I very much
wanted to attend Dr. Brown's Farsight Institute to
train to become a remote viewer. And the following
autumn, I flew to Atlanta for my first week of training at the Farsight Institute.
A skill that must be taught by trained professionals,
remote viewing is the ability to accurately perceive
information at great distances across space and time.
Anyone can be taught the techniques, and the reliability of individuals trained in remote viewing is
thought to be much greater than that of the best untrained psychics. It is not only a fascinating adventure, but a scientific exploration into the workings of
the conscious/unconscious, or the subspace' mind
or soul. Remote viewing allows the participant's unconscious mind to communicate with his or her conscious mind. Training then allows the participant to
accurately record information gleaned from the subspace mind or soul.
I've seen the past and I've peeked into the future.

Using remote viewing techniques, I have "targeted"
places, events, and people from times distant in the
past and way ahead in the future. I've traveled "off
planet to other worlds, other dimensions.
The remote viewing experience is both fulfilling
and inspiring. It provides a grand overview of who
we are and where we stand in the universe(s). Remote viewing is unlimited in its potential and has
been used to locate missing persons, to diagnose illness, even to heal. Remote viewing is also one way
to initiate contact with extraterrestrials.
At the Farsight Institute, one of the first things most of the students in my group noticed was the enormous amount of ET contact we were experiencing at night during the week we were there. Almost
all of the Institute students in my group were abductees/experiencers. In fact,. I would estimate that ninety percent of the trainees (to date there have been over a hundred Farsight Institute graduates) are close encounter experiencers. So none of us were frightened. Instead, we would gather around the breakfast table each morning and discuss the previous night's encounters. During these discussions, some students
would recall encounter time spent in otherworldly
classrooms. Sometimes we would remember encounter time spent together. One night, two of the instructors were taken up into a spacecraft above the hotel where we all stayed during our week of training. Later on, the event was remote viewed, confirming it in our minds.
By the time my plane left Atlanta for home, I had 

decided to change careers. At the very least, I was
determined to spend the next. year training and developing my skills as a remote viewer.
After advancing through the second level of training, in which fifty targets were remote viewed (with
a mentor monitoring me by telephone), I returned to
Atlanta for the advanced training course. Advanced
level remote viewing results in a keener detection of
target information, and may lead to more conscious
ET contact for many students. During the week of
advanced training, we received complex protocols on
extraterrestrial targets and targeted the Galactic Federation, which is like a United Nations for many extraterrestrial species throughout the universe(s). As I
had been warned, the week at Farsight Institute was
one of the most intense and exciting experiences of
my life, with a lot of ET contact.
One significant physical event that occurred during
this time was the disappearance of a rather large benign cyst from my back. I had been thinking how
convenient it would be if the visitors were to remove
it for me, since my doctor had told me that if a surgeon were to excise it, I would be left with a hole in
my back. So one day while in my hotel room, I
thought, You've had so much control over my body all
of my life, couldn't you at least remove the cyst? Please?
The next day, I wore a lightweight but slightly
itchy mohair sweater to the training sessions. Reaching up to scratch my back, my hand brushed the
cyst: It felt softer, different. Suddenly, it broke apart.
The cyst drained over a period of two days. Then it

simply healed up, leaving no trace of scar tissue or
any other indication that a cyst of that size had been
embedded in my back.
Several months after advanced ae I began to
use my remote viewing skills in a new way: remote
healing. The healing potential of remote viewing has
become my full-time job, and I am currently the
founder of a network of remote healers from all over
the country.
My fitst remote healing, however, was spontaneous. My youngest sister called one night in early August of 1997 to inform me that our sister Jane
required outpatient surgery to unblock severely
clogged neck arteries. She had been scheduled for
two separate surgeries after an angiography* had revealed arterial blockage on the left side of seventyfive percent, with eighty percent blockage on the
right side.
That evening, I began to meditate as usual. An
image of Jane appeared before me, and in that moment, I knew that I could help her with her physical
problem. I imagined myself shrinking, getting
smaller and smaller until I was small enough to
move into her left neck artery. (I was probably there
astrally.) I moved to her collarbone and entered the
artery. It was dark, so I created a tool for myself
made from white light, a scraper that also radiated
- light. I held this tool out in front of me and moved
*Angiography is an X ray of the vessels of the body, in this case
to determine the degree of obstruction due to cholesterol
plaques.-Au.
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it in an arc, swinging it back and forth, scraping off
the cholesterol lining her artery. As the tool touched
the plaques-which looked a lot like Brie cheese-the
cholesterol melted like wax, dripping into the artery.
I instructed the cholesterol to pass into the waste
system and leave Jane's body by the normal elimination process.
I repeated this meditation several more times. Each
time I entered my sister's left neck artery, the opening was larger, cleaner, obviously healthier. I knew
that something was happening.
On August 19, Jane underwent the first scheduled
surgery. The surgeon noticed that, to his surprise,
the blockage had already been reduced by fifteen to
twenty-five percent. He completed the procedure
without incident.
The following evening, I called Jane's house and
her husband informed me that she was still in the
hospital, experiencing some complications. I immediately began a remote viewing meditation, in which I
traveled to my sister's bedside. There, I pictured a
blood pressure monitor with the indicator gradually
falling from an elevated to a normal reading. I pictured rich, oxygenated blood circulating throughout
her system, relieving her of headache pain.
The next afternoon, I called Jane's home once
again. My sister answered the phone. She was in the
middle of making dinner! "Since my headache went
away and my blood pressure dropped last night,
they let me come home this morning, my sister announced. When I asked her what time her symptoms


had cleared, she said, Sometime before midnight."
I conducted the remote viewing session at 11:00 P.M.
A week or so later, my sister went to see her doctor. When she informed him that My sister did this:
She went into my artery with a scraper and cleaned
it out," he appeared nonchalant. "Tell her that whatever she's doing, keep it up," he said, because we
have to operate soon on the other side."
I continued to use the remote viewing technique,
this time to work on her right neck artery. I was
able to conduct six to eight sessions before Jane's
ultrasound in September. The scan revealed that the
cholesterol level had dropped by forty percent. No
further treatment was required. The second surgery
was canceled.
This was, for me, an overwhelming, humbling, and
empowering experience. I realized how readily this
type of healing technique could be incorporated into
remote viewing protocols. And I knew that anyone
with training in remote viewing could utilize these
techniques in order to heal people at a distance. It was
an incredible discovery. But certainly not a new
discovery.
This technique is, I soon discovered, very similar
to certain ancient shamanic healing rituals. Military
remote viewers, I was told, had also stumbled across
the healing potential of remote viewing. And, once I
began to network, contacting other remote viewers
regarding healing techniques, I was amazed to discover that others, too, were exploring the idea of remote healing.
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By the end of the year, I had organized a team of
a dozen remote healers. Some viewers had been
trained at the Farsight Institute. Others had attended
the Monroe Institute in Virginia or had completed
Silva Mind Control training workshops. [See Chapter
18.] We all felt very strongly that we had been
guided by other, higher powers to join forces as remote healers. We called ourselves the Lightkeepers
Remote Viewing/Remote Healing Network.
All members of the Lightkeepers have noted an
increase in extraterrestrial contact since forming the
Network. We feel that we are being guided, assisted
in the development of our remote viewing and remote healing skills. Several mornings, I have awakened to the sound of a voice instructing me in the
use of specific remote healing techniques. One night
just recently, I had an encounter experience with a
group of extraterrestrials I believe are directing us in
our remote healing endeavors. Unlike the gray people, these ETs are very tall, over six feet. They are
muscular, rugged, masculine-looking beings with
golden tan-colored skin. They look intimidating, but
are very gentle beings. I found myself feeling very
grateful to be with them, yet afraid to look the beings
- in the eye. Other members of the Lightkeepers Network report encounters with these same beings.
Sometimes it is difficult to consciously recall the
exact healing techniques and procedures taught to us
during encounter experiences. But I feel that these
beings are here now for a reason, and that the information they are sharing will become more and more



conscious as time goes on. I also believe that as we
pursue the study of remote viewing, we will naturally move to higher levels of awareness. Many of us
are experiencing extraterrestrial encounters that are
on a more conscious level than we've experienced in
the past. So, for us, the extraterrestrial experience is
now becoming more and more. a part of this physical reality.
This has brought some of us to another level of
awareness, one in which we experience interdimensional bleedthrough in the form of smells, sounds,
even visions. For example, many experiencers recognize distinctive odors they associate with an interdimensional overlap and the "presence" of a specific
ET species (e.g., the gray people are said to smell
spicy sweet or smoky). This is one aspect of our evolution toward an existence in integrated dimensional
realities.
Strange smells, balls of light, glimpses of other life
forms .. . The bleedthrough of interdimensional experience requires a shifting of one's perception of reality to a more multileveled concept of what is
"real." This requires a truly flexible attitude, something that evolves with much self-acceptance and
self-validation. One must really learn to ""go with the
flow" in order to be able to integrate the anomalies
_into one's daily life.
I have now completed over 150 hours of training
as a remote viewer. I teach remote viewing to students across the U.S., and I coordinate the Lightkeepers Network. There are not many days when I'm not
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up for remote viewing, ET contact, and the tweaking
of my conscious mind. There are times, however,
when I realize that "the good old days" of mundane
concerns and everyday routine are over for me. Remote viewers learn one fact very quickly: The soul
that travels, the person who bilocates, cannot stop
the drive to seek the Truth. We must travel until the
subspace ride comes to a complete halt, and no one
can be sure (consciously) of exactly where their soul
ride will end.
Seeing and healing at a distance is a gift. It is an
inherent gift, as old as humankind, a gift we've forgotten how to use, a gift we forgot we even had. We
can all access higher consciousness if we so desire.
Our bodies have been explored and explained to
us by science. Our brains and minds have been
mapped out by psychologists. But our subspace mind
or soul remains a place of mystery. We can each choose
to seek the truth of ourselves, using meditation, using
remote viewing to discover a more complete picture
of who we really are.
What might life on this planet be like if many of
us were able to see and heal at a distance? What if
millions of us could do so? Governments, businesses,
medicine would be forced to change drastically. Honesty, ethics, and a serving of the people would be
required. A relaxed, open society would probably result. Eventually, as we evolved into this new paradigm, we would trust ourselves to live by instinct.
We would learn to solve our problems by creative,


never destructive means. We would become a self- realized, nonviolent species.
The shaman has always known of the Spirit within. In our quest to become civilized, we've forgotten who we really are, created in God's image, connected to all that is. As we evolve, we will reintegrate with
the God within each of us, to become all that we are meant to be.

CHAPTER 10,
Peter Faust:
On Energy Work and
Extraterrestrial Healing.
In 1992, Peter Faust went public with his ET encounter
experiences, and has since become a leading voice for experiencers. Originally from Pennsylvania, where he became
a licensed professional chef and teacher of the culinary arts,
Peter moved to Boston in 1990 to change his career and
to attend the New England School of Acupuncture. He currently has a private practice, Healing Arts of Belmont, and
teaches at the Barbara Brennan School of Healing in New
York. He is forty years old and is married to Jamy, a psychotherapist and energy healer.
Peter is a member of a small but growing segment of the
alternative healer population, an energy healer who helps
clients to se/f-heal using extraterrestrial energy, that is, energetic forces that come from elsewhere-other planets,
other dimensions, other worlds. How he is able to assist his
clients in utilizing this otherworldly energy for the purpose
of healing their bodies and psyches is quite amazing.
ll healers channel energy. But because of my abduction experiences, I have the ability to channel

extraterrestrial energy. A lot of other healers do, too.
I'm not unique in this regard. And I think a lot of
other healers could be trained to channel extraterrestrial energies for their clients by going through certain initiations.'" I use this term loosely because
most healing schools are schools of initiation into
healing energies of one form or another. : I have no experience of being healed by the aliens
myself, except on a spiritual level. These experiences
are very spiritual.
I was managing a hotel in the British Virgin Islands
in the mid- to late 1980s when I began to have conscious extraterrestrial experiences. Around that time,
my wife and I started to get interested in the metaphysical-crystals, channeling, things of that nature.
Eventually, we left the hotel business to study energy
healing. We attended the Barbara Brennan School of
Healing in New York, one of the premier energy
healing schools in the United States.
In 1989, I became conscious of my extraterrestrial
experiences. Then, in 1992, I met Dr. John Mack* and
began exploring my memories. (You can read about
this in Dr. Mack's book, Abduction; my story is Chapter 13.) [See References, page 318.] It is unclear as to
whether I had my extraterrestrial experiences and
then the aliens somehow steered me to leave the
hotel business and get into energy healing; or that,
*John Mack, M.D., is a Harvard psychiatrist who has worked with
many ET experiencers. He is the founder of PEER, a national educational, research, and support group for experiencers. [See Appendix.]-Au.
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because I got into energy healing, I was open to recover the memories of my extraterrestrial experiences. Regardless, what has happened since I
remembered my ET experiences is this: I have gone
from being a professional chef/hotel manager to
being a full-time energy healer and a licensed acupuncturist. I have a full-time practice now, which
combines acupuncture with energy healing.
Most healers are channels of energy. They don't
necessarily use their own energy for healings, but use
the life force, or the earth energy, or energy from the
Divine or from the Universe. A good healer really
has to get their ego out of the way, becoming egoless,
to let Divinity or God work through them. I utilize
this approach, too. I am the instrument for energy
running through me. And there are specific times
when I feel quite strongly that the quality of this
energy is directly related to my extraterrestrial experiences and to my willingness to open up to them.
Currently, I see twenty to twenty-five people a
week for acupuncture and energy healing, and I
probably work with one or two people each week
specifically around their abduction experiences. What
_ I do in these cases is to channel the extraterrestrial
energy, or the energy that is closest to the vibration
of their abduction experiences. This is a way for them
to reexperience those energies that they have during
contact or during an abduction, but in a gentler fashion. Most of the time, these people have a positive
experience in feeling the ET contact again. It feels
familiar to them. It feels like the aliens to them, it

feels like the quality of energy they've experienced
when going through an abduction. Only safer,
gentler.
I am not a hypnotherapist. But there is an aspect
of regression work, kind of like what John Mack
does, in that I'll help my client to go back and relieve
their ET memories. But where I seem to be different
from hypnotherapists is that it is my intention as a
healer to invite the extraterrestrial beings-on an energetic level-into my healing space, and to work
with me and through me in order to help the client.
That is, I am able to help those clients who come to
me and want to work on their abduction experiences
by bringing that extraterrestrial energy into the healing
session. :So, as a healer, I am consciously choosing to channel extraterrestrial energies. Whatever that means. I don't even know what that means, but that's what I do when I am not choosing to channel other types
of energies. And there is no question that the channeling of extraterrestrial energies is very specific. I have a number of clients for whom it is very clear
that this specific quality of energy comes through for them, particularly around their extraterrestrial issues.
Most times, my clients have a positive experience.
Very often, they first go through the traumatic experience of reliving the abduction. I believe that they
are essentially experiencing the psychological breakthrough of an existential experience, an otherworldly
experience. In the regression, the trauma that is experienced is the shattering of their psychological
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boundaries. What I've seen is that, most times, when
people break through that, when they get to the other
side and the extraterrestrial energy is being channeled into the healing session, they begin to get very
calm. Then they feel that ET contact again. And there
is actually a longing and a missing of that connection
they had with the extraterrestrials.
The more I do this work, the more I believe that
the abduction experience is nothing more than contact or reestablishing contact with the beings that you
have some kind of agreement with. Others might disagree, but everybody that I have worked with and
everybody that I have known who has worked
through their emotional biases has gotten to a place
of positive experience with what is commonly called
the "abduction experience." I see "abduction experience" as a fear-based label. The word "abduction"
in and of itself has a negative connotation. I would
prefer to see it called, more accurately, "contact" and
"reestablishing contact."
In working with clients on their contacts with extraterrestrials, or on their own feelings of extraterrestrial energy, what has become very clear to me is that
there are three levels of energy. That is, there exist
three levels of energy a client will feel in order to
reestablish contact with the extraterrestrials. These
three energy levels are experienced when the client
reestablishes contact through something called
"cord connection."
Let me explain: There is a concept in energy healing called "healing cords" or "relationship cords."


Most esoteric teachings recognize that there exist energetic cords or strings that connect two people in a
relationship. In other words, you are connected to
your family, your friends through energetic streamers. These are the "cords which bind us together."
Now, these cords exist on the etheric level, not the
physical level. They're on the energetic level. As for
our relationships to extraterrestrials, the cords are
connected to our temples, primarily on the right side
of the head. Also on the left, but mostly the right
temple.
So, what I will very often see in my work is these
relationship cords, strings that lead from the right
side of the head out of the client's energy field, out
of the auric field of the body, up into space. These
strings lead literally back to the beings the client is
connected to, the beings the client has had abduction
experiences with or had a pre-incarnation relationship with.
It's kind of hard for me to say whether the strings
lead up to a planet or to the beings. This gets a little
fuzzy for me. I'm not real clear as to whether it's
another dimension the cords are connected to, or
whether it's an actual physical location. I think that
beyond the Earth plane and the spiritual plane
attached to the Earth plane, beyond all this lie the
other dimensions, which is where the extraterrestrial
dimensions may be. What is very clear to me is that
the cords lead up, out of the energy field, and to the
beings that the individual has a relationship with.
When clients come to me because they are confused about their abduction experiences or they want
to remember and understand ET contact they might
have experienced as a child, very often what I will
do is reestablish their cord connections. How I do
this is by holding a neutral space between the individual client on a human level and the extraterrestrials on an extraterrestrial level. I do this by splitting
my consciousness, allowing myself to inhabit both
worlds and to be a bridge for the client.
Now, this is not such a big deal in this context
because most healers do this all the time when working on relationships. A healer will make a deep connection with their client, and they will energetically
and psychically make a deep connection long distance
with the other person in the relationship. Healers do
this to try to bridge the relationship and try to clear
it, so that the client can have an opportunity to reestablish the relationship on a clearer level-without
all of the history, the psychology involved, and the
trauma that goes along with all that. When I am
working with clients to reestablish their relationships
with extraterrestrials, I'm doing the same thing.
What allows me to do this work is my own abduction experiences. The other healers I have trained to
do this work have had to work through either their
own abduction experiences or their fears of extraterrestrials in order to be able to do it. The UFO field
is very loaded. Everybody has an opinion: The aliens
are good guys, they're bad guys, they're gray or
they're blue. Are they Arcturians? Where are they
from? My opinion is that a healer needs to work


through their own projections around abduction experiences. A healer needs to be able to hold a space
of neutrality, before being able to hold the space for
someone who comes to them for a healing around
extraterrestrial experiences.
My role as a healer is to hold that space, to make
deep human contact with the client and help them
to feel safe, and then to reestablish the relationship
with the extraterrestrials. I invite the ETs into the
healing space, into the room. I invite them in just the
same way I would invite a client's ancestors or
guides.
As I reestablish these cords with the extraterrestrials, waves of energy will begin to pass through the
client. People often experience the first wave of energy as slow, heavy, a molasses" type of feeling.
This first wave may last for a few minutes, or for
thirty or forty minutes. This is the first level of
energy.
The second wave of energy is faster and deeper in
the body. This energy level is a much higher vibration and has a finer quality than the first.
The third wave of energy comes through on an
even deeper level. This wave feels much deeper in
the body, and has a much higher or faster vibration
than the previous two.
Now, if you understand. the concept of past lives,
you are aware that healing will often bring up past
lives. I think there is another aspect to healing: parallel lives. I think that our consciousness is able to have
relationships with beings that are not part of our past
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lives, but are part of our present life-only on a different dimension. Past lives connotes a linear progression
of time and consciousness. Parallel lives connotes
holding simultaneous consciousness with other beings. Extraterrestrial healing connotes holding this simultaneous consciousness with other beings.
If the person has a positive experience during the
healing, then the trauma is somehow released from
their body. That way, they can come to peace with
the past life or the abduction experience. And I think
a lot of the trauma people are experiencing is the
trauma of different energetic vibrations, the trauma that
comes from the difference in vibrations that exists
between ourselves and the extraterrestrial beings.
When we first meet someone from a different race
or culture, there is a getting used to," a trying to
feel a resonance with the other person. When we
begin to establish a relationship with someone who
is foreign to us in any way, there is this energetic
give-and-take that happens as we achieve a sense of
comfortableness with one another. With extraterrestrials, it is no different. Except that they are extremely
different than us energetically because they are
nonhuman.
Now, some clients come to me who have not had
ET contact but want to go through the healing process.
I believe that this healing technique then establishes
an energetic connection for the client with beings that
will, in our lifetime, make contact with us. (And this
information came through in my own abduction experiences: There are going to be Earth changes, planetary changes, and contact with extraterrestrials
because of it.) When these beings come here and we
interact with them, there will be an energetic connection. So, my clients will have already established the
energetic connection. And there will exist a familiarity there. These clients may not go through the
trauma that others will when the ETs show up.
By channeling the extraterrestrials' vibrations in a
very specific manner, I am helping my clients to encode the vibration. That way, they will be able to feel
comfortable in the presence of ETs much more
quickly than people who have not experienced the
extraterrestrial healing techniques.
I have used this extraterrestrial healing technique
both with people who are having trouble integrating
their abduction experiences and with people who do
not have any conscious memory of abduction experiences or ET contact. And they all feel the vibrations,
the three waves of energy. But there is no perceivable
change in their bodies afterward. In other words, the
extraterrestrial healing technique that I use has not
healed cancer or any other illness to my knowledge.
But sometimes when people come to me with a
physical problem, I will tap into what I consider extraterrestrial energy and channel that. I have seen
that with certain physical problems it works. I think
this is due to the fact that the beings seem to be very
exact in their energy. So, if I go into a trance state
and invite in the extraterrestrials as I know them and
have experienced them, there is a certain energy that
will work through me. It inhabits my body, and then
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I get very focused and very nonemotional, almost
robotic and laserlike. I seem to be able to really focus
energy out my fingertips and out my palms. And
with a different quality to it that is really exact, really
laser beamlike, very sharp. Primarily, I've seen the
technique help on simple stuff, and I'm not sure if
this is because the beings are just showing me how
to use this energy. But it sure seems to help backaches, knee problems, and things of that nature.
There is a specific way to access and use extraterrestrial energy. What I do is, first, I get grounded.
Then IJ feel my own connection to the extraterrestrials
by feeling my own relationship cords, and allowing
the connection to work as a two-way street. I allow
the extraterrestrial energy to then move through my
body, and to fill the whole room. I bring that quality
or that vibration of energy around myself, my client,
_ the healing space we are in, so that I am creating a
sacred healing space.
Next, I help the client to feel their connection to
the beings. Then I begin to work energetically,
allowing the energies to come through. At this point,
it might be enough. But very often, the next step is
to begin to run the energy very specifically, into parts
_of the client's body. I run the energy through my
hands, through my fingertips, into specific parts of
the client's body.
Just as in the typical healing session in which spirits show up-angels or guides or ancestors-in these
healings what I would perceive to be extraterrestrials
show up. Sometimes they take the form of little gray

beings, the "grays" most people are familiar with
from the media. Sometimes they take the form of
other beings that have a different quality to them, a
non-Earthlike quality.
Healers often see implants in the energy fields of
the clients they are working with, so a lot of healers
have opinions about ET implants. My personal opinion is that an implant, like anything else in a client's
energy field, has a reason to be there. I have yet to
see an implant in a client's physical body.* But to
work with the implants I see on the astral field, I will bring my consciousness to the implant and help
the client bring their consciousness to the area of the
body where they feel the implant. Instead of just removing the implant, I will then ask the client to focus
in on it and on why it is in their energy field at
this time.
Nine times out of ten, whenever I begin to feel
around for an implant, an extraterrestrial guide
shows up. The guide is always in the form of an
etheric being, but distinctly extraterrestrial. Very often,
I will then receive information from the ET as to why
the implant is there, and the client will also receive
this information simultaneously. I think it is important for the client to receive their own information.
It is not right for me, as the healer, to tell the client
why the implant is there. The client needs to begin
to understand their own relationship with the ETs,
and their own relationship with the implant.
After this, sometimes an implant is removed and
returned to the ETs. More often, the implant will be
activated, or reactivated in some fashion, in order to
change the vibration in the energy field of the client.
I've seen this happen over and over again! So I will
not simply remove the implant unless I receive instructions to do so from the ET guides and the client,
instructions that are in sync.
It's been almost six years now since I began my
regression work with Dr. John Mack. And I am very
glad that I have had the extraterrestrial experience.
It's changed my life in every way I can imagine and
_ cannot imagine. It's changed me-on a cellular level.
_ I am not the same person I was six years ago.
When I was first uncovering all of my extraterrestrial experiences, it flipped out everybody in my family. I lost friends because of it. I thought I would
_ never get a license as an acupuncturist, I thought I
would be laughed out of my hometown, I thought
my wife would leave me. And I thought I was losing
my mind. Which I was, because you do lose the
boundaries of your mind when you go through this
experience. But it expands your consciousness.
So, back in 1992, when I was sitting on my back
porch smoking cigarettes and drinking whiskey and
wondering if I could hold it together, wondering if I

was losing my mind and if I had made the whole
thing up, back then I would have said no, I did not
want the extraterrestrial experience. Even three and
a half years ago, I would have said, "I don't know."
It put a lot of strain on my marriage; it put a lot of
strain on all of my relationships. I wasn't sure how I felt about it.
But today, I can say that I am grateful for the experience. It's made me feel different' and separate.
But it's also made me feel closer to my wife, to my
family, and to God.
When I say "God," I do not mean God in a religious sense, but in a global, universal sense. Because
of my ET experiences, now I know that we are not
alone in the universe. I know now that God created
a lot of things in His or Her likeness, not just us. I know that when I die, there's another world, another
life. But I am certainly going to have a lot of questions when I die!
My experiences have made me more convinced
that there is a lot more to life than a house in the suburbs and money in the bank, all of that materialistic b.s. that I'm caught up in just like everybody else. I have a glimmer that there is more to life than this. It has made me appreciate life on a much deeper level. I have also had the opportunity, because of my
extraterrestrial experience, to help other people. And
that has been a gift to me as well. I am very grateful for that, too.



-CHAPTER 11,
Nancy Leggett:
Celestial Healer.
Nancy Leggett grew up in South America and Haiti, the
daughter of an American diplomat. She is fifty-one years old
and works as a billing administrator in a major metropolitan
hospital in South Florida, where she has lived for over
twenty-five years. Nancy is the woman on the bench at the
cancer center, the healer who used blue light to scan my
thyroid, the person who told me that she is from another
world, here for the purpose of healing others.
Nancy is one of a small subgroup of medical practitioners
who hold what I consider to be the most radical beliefs in
medicine today. Healers like Nancy offer a radical alternative to all of the more popular alternatives to Western medicine currently available. In order to work with celestial
_ healers like Nancy, one must stretch oneself to what may
be the furthest reaches of believability. Believe me, I know
what it takes to do just that.
The cutting edge of biomedical understanding today includes vibrational or energy medicine, that is, recognition of
the unseen energy fields around the physical body and the
influence of these fields on health. These energy fields are

regarded as part of a unified field that exists' as vibratory
bands, possibly electromagnetic in nature, occurring in a
spectrum of varying vibratory frequencies. In energy medicine, all healing is regarded as a change in the body's vibration, and any illness is viewed as a manifestation of
disturbances in the body's normal vibrations. To simplify, if
one regards the body as a kind of human radio, good physical health exists when you are "tuned in" to the right "station," while illness results if you are not properly tuned in
but slightly off, between stations for example. Energy healers tap into the unseen energy forces to change their clients' internal vibrations, aligning the ill person with the
proper "station" for health.
If this sounds far out, it is. Especially when one recognizes the fact that celestial healers like Nancy-and Ingrid
Parnell, and Peter Faust, and Bev Marcotte, and others-
tap into the extraterrestrial realms for the energy they utilize
to help their clients heal.
was born a healer. It's a gift. Even when I was
young, I knew I was a healer. Then, in my thirties,
I started searching. I studied the American Native
Indian tradition, and this led to extraterrestrial contact.* I've always had contact, but I never could pin
down what it was before that. It's funny because I
feel very comfortable with ETs. I feel like I'm a part






they experience certain changes in energy, and it
helps to lift their vibration. In order to raise their
vibration, I advise people to use Tachyon and
Etherium Gold. Tachyon raises the body's vibration and gold
holds the highest vibration so if you take it, it raises
your body's vibration. The higher your vibration, the
better it is when we-as a planet-go through energy
shifts. We're all raising up into another vibration
right now because the planet is rising to the fifth
dimension. It is happening! We're right there. Everything is crumbling, paradigms are cracking. It's
inevitable.


I also work with implants and remove blockages.
But I form my own modalities. I have developed a combination of different modalites, including reflexology, but I am not limited to just working on
the feet. I'm at the point now where I'm receiving
information from the ETs about reflexology, as the
newest in the mix of modalities I work with for
healing.
I always work with the blue light, because I hold
the blue ray. (Everybody has a color. I was told I
hold the blue ray.) I work with a lot of cobalt. I
direct this cobalt blue light while in a meditative or
semitrance state, bringing it into the client's body to
heal the affected area.* I also use other colors but
blue is the primary color I use. Now I even see in
that color: If I'm looking at something, I'll see a cobalt sheen. So I know I'm raising my vibration.
The first healing I did, my friend wanted me to
take a look at this girl who had throat cancer. So I
did psychic surgery. Whenever I do a healing, I'm in
a state of semitrance. When I go into this trance state,
I feel like I'm completely guided. It's like I'm being
guided as to what to remove and what not to remove. That's where the psychic surgery comes in:
' removing and sealing, removing and sealing.
Afterward, the girl went to the doctor and he
couldn't find anything. He couldn't even find the adhesions from the radiation they'd given her. He told


her, "I don't know, what you did. And I'm not going ~ to ask you, I'm going to call this a miracle."
That was five years ago. Since then, there have
been a selective few people that I've done healings
for. I don't do it all the time. I guess I've held back.
I think sometimes, What am I doing? You know?
But that's my struggle: not having the faith.
If you really want to be healed, I'd say your main
healing will come from learning not to fear. Fear sets
limitations. You see, people of the light are out there.
And they-we-have cut the path for the rest. So
you've got to have trust. The people of the light,
we're here to say that sometimes you don't have to
go through all the physical pain, the medical "cures."
Instead, people must look at themselves mentally and
spiritually first. And then physically. Often, what people are going through is actually very spiritual, or
mental, or emotional.
I tell many, many people this because I work in
the system: Medicine is a business. Usually, the spirituality of healing is just not there.
Today I was standing with a doctor and an accountant. (As the billing administrator for a hospital department, I manage its accounts.) And they were
talking out jerentages Percentages! To me, it was
intense. I'm saying, This is not a factory." But the
reality is that people are railroaded like cows. Some
people are going to need surgery. But how many are
being railroaded because. of percentages? I have to
stand there and look at this every day.
But there is one doctor I'm working with on
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Tachyon. You see, I don't take on the multitude. I
just take on one at a time. And if I change his vibration, then I'll be changing everyone he works with.
Then that can make a change all the way around.
Maybe I'm at the hospital to make changes in a
very subtle way. I take my healing tools in to work.
When a coworker has a headache, I'll do some healing work. I also sell Tachyon to some of my coworkers. I take my samples with me and I start to work
with them. And the interest is growing.
One coworker used to go to "happy hours," things
like that. Then I started her on Tachyon and the Gold.
She told another coworker that it turned her whole
life around. I was happy to hear that. But I can't
reach everyone. I help one person at a time.
So, I've been aware of the ET presence for a long
time. And there's tons of them here. Tons! It looks
- like a parking lot upstairs. Over the Earth? It's like
a parking lot. You've got the Andromedans; you've
got the Arcturians, the Pleiadians, the Orions; the
ones that do the abductions, the "grays," the Zetas
from Zeta Reticuli . .. Meanwhile, abductees are still
trying to convince people that they've been abducted!
And they're angry. They feel like they've been victimized, that they're being stopped from telling what
has happened to them and they're being looked at
as abnormal.
More and more people are going to have to become aware of the fact that the ETs are here. If people
deny it, it's because they fear that extraterrestrial beings must want to take over the planet. That's the

concept presented: to us in the movies, the media.
But it's not true. They're not here to take over. They
can't deal with this vibration, the Earth vibration. It's
too dense, it's like Jell to them. So why are they
here? Because we are rising, moving into the fifth
dimension. And they have come here to help with
that.
Public awareness is on the rise. The light is really
coming in. And it's inevitable that we're all going to
experience seeing these extraterrestrial beings because, as I said, the planet is rising to the fifth dimension. And as Mother Earth rises, the veil is going
to drop.



CHAPTER 12,
Ingrid Parnell:
Healer of Love.
Born in Trinidad of Swedish/Scottish ancestry, Ingrid Parnell
moved to the U.S. in 1978, becoming a citizen in 1984. For
more than a dozen years, she has worked for two obstetricians as an insurance secretary. She is sixty-five years old
and a grandmother.
An exceedingly warm person, Ingrid immediately charms
with her melodious Trinidadian accent. I interviewed Ingrid
after discovering that she had worked with Nancy Leggett
to conduct a celestial healing on me 
really don't know, but I think I'm a healer of love
more than anything else. I teach people to love
themselves, to accept life as it comes and to rise
above it, and to strengthen themselves as they move
along in this world. Obstacles or bad situations that
come into our lives are just there to make us stronger.
I've always had people telling me things, ever
since I was a little girl. Eventually, I got into healing.
I have no idea what drew me to it except that I felt

it was something I had to do and I had no control
over it. So here I am.
I was born in Trinidad. People here are fascinated
when they meet me because of my accent. It was
great growing up there, among so many races and
creeds. Island people are a happy kind of people,
tolerant and accepting of others.
From an early age, I was very attuned to the earth,
stars, planets, animals, and, above all, people. I also
have long felt very connected to Native Americans. But
my mother was not very open to anything other than
traditional religion with its rules, beliefs, and fears. So
it was not until I came to the U.S. that I began to allow
myself to open up to what was inside my soul center.
Today, I am a certified hypnotherapist and a practitioner of touch-type natural healing.* With a group
of others, I work very closely with the Arcturians.
The Arcturians are extraterrestrials who are helping I the Earth and her people to once again honor all
living things and to understand and know the immense God-given power we have within us.
I studied hypnotherapy and was trained in the
touch-type of natural healing, in which you learn to
open yourself up like a channel to God and the Universe. You are like a conduit. You trust, and open yourself up to the healing energies, or the healing life forces,
that are available to you. And you trust that whatever
the person you are healing needs will move through


you and into them. Whoever comes to you for healing has to have the faith that what you're bringing into
them is not something that will harm them, but is something they may need. And it doesn't matter
whether it's physical, mental, or spiritual.
This type of healing work is a very beautiful experience. Every time I do it, I feel as if I myself receive
a lot from it. It's something that I really love to do.
I hope that someday I'll be doing healing full time.
I'd like to work with a doctor who is willing to let
me help with patients diagnosed with cancer. I
would like to help them to work through the illness,
whether the result is to heal or to accept that it is
time to leave this life.
The healing energy I work with comes from whatever you want to call Source, or God, or the Universe.
It's a universal energy that I feel is beyond anything
we can name or put into a category. To me, this force
that comes through me is so huge and so beyond
anything we know, it must be the God Source.
When I'm doing a healing, I can feel myself guided
to put my hands on different areas of the body.
Sometimes, I find I might put my hands in one particular area for most of the session because I feel
within myself that's what the person needs. It's almost like if you let go and allow your hands to be
moved, you will move yourself to wherever the energy is needed. I sometimes find that I have to consciously make myself let go. If somebody comes to
me for a session and I'm a little bit nervous, all of a


sudden, I'll feel an incredible energy envelop me.
And I'll be relieved of that doubt, and just trust.
Healing is very difficult. But we can do it, especially if one believes that there are other energies all
around us. That God is all around us, and angels,
and whatever you want to call "them." It doesn't
matter what your religion is. They're all the same.
And they're here to help us.
I love working with Nancy [Leggett] because that's
another kind of healing: We open ourselves up to
different energies from different planets. These energies can move through us and help us to see things.
And then we can help others to heal themselves.
My first ET experience was strange and amusing
and wonderful. I had gone to a psychic fair where I
bought a book about extraterrestrials, the Pleiadians.
I didn't know anything about them at the time, but
I was drawn to it and brought the book home. The
next day was a Sunday, and I lay down on my bed
and began to read this book. It was fascinating.
Now, I'm not a person who sleeps during the day.
But the next thing I knew.  Well, I thought I was
dreaming, and then I realized I was not dreaming. It
was an amazing experience: I saw a being, I felt this
wonderful being right next to me. And he (I say "he'
because the energy felt male; it wasn't that I could
see he was male), he held my head very gently between his hands. Then he took a beautiful sort of
crystal and pressed it against my right temple very,
very forcefully. He drew it down the right side of
my face, right down to my jawline. As he drew it
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down, the pressure got more and more intense until
I felt that I was going to scream. I couldn't stand the
pressure any longer! And when it got to that point,
all of a sudden something gushed out of my nose. It
was a big relief: Something had moved through me,
and at the same time, he released the pressure and
moved his hands away, gently letting go of my head.
So, what I had felt was this extreme pressure and
this very powerful gush of whatever it was that came
right through my nose. It felt as if it were being
drawn down from my brain. It was liquid, but almost
solid, strange. It was from my brain, and it was removed through my nose. It was really incredible.
You know when you uncork something and then release it? It felt like that.
The most amazing thing about this experience was
that I was not in the least bit frightened. Afterward, I was
in amazement as to what had happened. I thought to
myself, What was that? But I wasn't afraid. I was never
scared. And I was very aware that it was not a dream.
I was sure within myself that it was not a dream.
I also felt very strongly that it was some force from
somewhere else, maybe another planet, another world,
or someone who knows a lot more than we do. I felt that
_ they were removing something from me that was like a
blockage, and that they were doing a clearing, so that I
could see things differently, maybe work differently. It
was a very powerful force. I was in awe of it.
This happened four or five years ago. Since then I've
catapulted forward in my healings, in my awareness,
in my intuition, in my inner strength, and in my knowingness that.what I need to do is this healing work. So
the experience did change a lot in my life.
I had another experience, something very similar.
It was maybe two years ago and was also pretty exciting and wonderful. Nancy [Leggett] does psychic
healings sometimes. The first time she asked me to
assist her, we went to a friend's house to help her
because she was having a lot of back pain. All I
needed to do was to stand at her feet and, putting
my hands there, allow the energy of the universe to
move through me. I was to help her keep calm and
accepting during the healing session while Nancy
healed her. It took about an hour.
All of a sudden, I saw and felt Nancy differently:
She was like a being from somewhere else. It wasn't
Nancy anymore. The being turned his face and looked
straight at me and smiled. I felt as if he were saying
to me telepathically that we had done this many
times before. And then he gave me the strangest
smile. It was like a smile of recognition. Yet, it was
not only of recognition but of Don't be concerned,
you've done this already." Like a confirmation. And
then it was back to Nancy again. The being was gone.
If you are interested in this kind of healing work
and you trust that there are products you can use to
help you be more centered, to feel more connected
to the energies around us, and to clear your system,
then Tachyon is something that I would recommend
you try. Tachyon has helped me a lot. [See Resources,
Products list, page 321.]
I also recommend to people that they learn to visu186 

alize. I keep telling people all the time that there is energy available to us. If you meditate, and allow a beautiful light to come into you (a white light, or whatever colors you like), you can renew and rejuvenate all the cells in your body. : To do this, visualize a light. Bring the light inside
yourself, and move it to every area of your body. Fill
yourself up with it. You can do this in five seconds,
or lie down and enjoy it, or sit with your spine
straight and let it flow through you. You can put the
light into an area of your body that is bothering you,
or hurting you, or that you have concern about. You
can visualize the light there. You will see it getting
bigger and brighter, and healing the area.
It's also nice to teach your children to do this.
Teach them that all these energies are available to
them to keep them healthy. I do meditations with
my grandchildren. I tell them that there is a beautiful,
huge, blue star that is above their heads. I let it come
right down onto them, and then I tell them, "Okay,
now the star is going to burst into millions and millions of tiny little blue stars. And they're all going to
enter into you until your whole body is tingling with
_ these little blue stars. Your fingers, and your toes,
and your knees.  everything is tingling and healing,
helping you to stay healthy."
So they do this visualization. One is seven and one
is ten. They love it! I have a nice table that I do my
healings on. And they can't wait to get up there!
I am sixty-five now. And my life has turned into
an adventure of the soul.



CHAPTER 13.
David Miller: 

Channeler of ETs and
Celestial Beings.
David Miller is a trance medium, a "conscious channeler"
who channels celestial beings and extraterrestrials, including the Arcturians, often for healing purposes. His meditation project, "Group of Forty," involves people from all over
the worid who meditate simultaneously while he channels
the Arcturian energies. Group meditations are aimed at lifting the Earth's vibrations, and typically include healing experiences for members.
David's channeled book, Connecting With the Arcturians,
was published in 1998. He is fifty-two, and lives in Prescott,
Arizona. You can read a transcript of the channeled healing
he conducted for me in Chapter 17. Since I had been a
client, David agreed to share his insights on the origin and
practice of the type of celestial channeling and healing he
effects.
round six years ago, I went on a camping trip
with my wife to the Grand Canyon. We took a
four-wheel drive trip on a dirt road to this place
called Sublime Point, one of those very beautiful

overlooks on the North Rim. When we got there, we
were sitting, meditating, and I started to spontane- ously talk about my wife's past lives. Then I started doing what I would call automatic speaking, which is another name for channeling. For the next day or two of the vacation, I continued to spontaneously
channel.
Now, I had studied Jewish mysticism for sixteen years before this happened. I'd had a long metaphysical interest. But it was only after I started studying
about channeling, after this happened, that I realized
that many of the ancient rabbis were trance channels
as well.
I started by channeling a rabbi teacher, that was
the first entity I channeled. He worked with me for
around a year, helping me in my studies. I also began
attending lectures about channelers, and I frequently
attended channeling sessions in Sedona [Arizona] to
see what other mediums were doing.
Then a friend gave me a copy of the book We, the
Arcturians.' I read about three chapters. When I put
the book down, I started channeling the Arcturians.
I was very moved by the book. The Arcturians were
the first extraterrestrial entities that I channeled.
After listening to some of the other channelers,
after being with them for several hours, I was able
to pick up the energy and channel the entities they
were channeling. It seems that I was stimulated by
these other channelers, but I can't channel everybody
who is being channeled. Only if I feel a very strong
resonance with them, like I felt with the Arcturians.


The Arcturians are fifth dimensional beings, so
they are actually extradimensionals. They are in charge
of a very high energy point called the Stargate. I have
channeled several lectures about the Stargate, and I
have also seen references to it in Edgar Cayce's writings. He stated that when we are finished with our
lifetime here on Earth, we can go through a central
clearing place (these are not his terms, these are my
terms). This central gateway is guarded or overseen
by the Arcturians. They are helping us in ways that
would foster our moving into our fifth dimensional
experiences. 
The fifth dimension is higher than this dimension.
It's beyond the Earth experiences, so when you are
in the fifth dimension, you are no longer in an incarnation here. There is an energy field around the
Earth, and when you die, you go into that energy
field; then you incarnate and come back. But when
you go to the fifth dimension, you are beyond that.
The fifth dimension has no dualities like we have
here, so the fifth dimensional beings have no concepts of life and death, good and bad, etc. Also, there
is no fear. In order to enter into this kind of realm,
you have to be of a very heightened energy. You
cannot be in hatred or violence or fear.
The Arcturians are living in this type of dimension,
and part of their mission is to assist those of us who
want to come onto that level. (Now, they are not
the only beings who are on the fifth dimension. The
Pleiadians, for example, are also on the fifth dimension.) The Arcturians are not human figures, they


have a different form. They have given many lectures
to humans, and not just through me. There are several other people in the United States who channel
the Arcturians.
The Arcturians have what they call "healing chambers," areas that are in their spaceships. Their ships
are in "corridors," areas that are between dimensions. So they have these ships that are in corridors,
and in these ships they have these healing chambers
where they can take us (if we want to) in our meditations. When we go up to that place, we can experience the Arcturians' special vibrations, special tones,
special sounds, and special crystals that they use to
work with us.
We go up to their healing places in what is called
the "etheric body." It is my understanding that they
can help us heal the etheric. The etheric is the other
body, the energy field that is invisible around the
body. It could also be viewed as a type of mental
: energy. It can travel, astral travel,'" without the
physical body. If we take that etheric or astral body
and go to the Arcturians' healing chambers where
they can work with us, then, when that etheric body
_ returns to our physical body, we can experience a
physical healing. Also, because we are living in a
lower density where there is lots of fear and hatred,
anything we can do to get ourselves out of this type
of energy field is very healing. But it's hard to do.
The healings that occur with channeling the Arcturians also have to do with the tones. I've had to
become more skilled with using sounds and tones.

The healings with the Arcturians (and the other beings that I channel) are not only in words, but also
via channeled energy. This is an interesting concept
because we are so geared to words, but there is also
a channeling of actual energy. So the channel is not
only a conduit for telepathic thoughts, but also a
channel of energy. The channel can bring down different energies for people that can be very healing.
Or the channel can bring down certain tones, those
tones that can change a person's energy field.
One time I was doing a channeling in a group and
we were bringing in what was called the "Divine Light
from the Creator." After the session, a woman in the
group discovered burns on the back of her legs, blisters
from the energy generated by the Light! She wasn't
freaked out by it, but she said that she felt she was in
so much of the higher energy that it burned her legs.
She said that this was the first time she had been
able to experience this heightened energy. Later, she
wrote me a letter saying how good she felt, that she'd
been able to find a kind of harmony or peace.*
One woman I worked with had Bell's Palsy. Her
 doctor told her that it might or might not heal. We did a channeled healing session, translating energy into her energy field. Within a few weeks, she experienced almost total recovery. Now, this raises the issue of whether she had the recovery because she felt that something had happened during our session,
or whether she was going to recover anyway. You
can go through a list of all the possibilities. But it doesn't matter to her. It would have been devastating
to her, at age forty-one, to be suffering from Bell's
Palsy.
One of the things that I've found in doing this kind
of healing work is that when energy is released from
the person I'm working with, I have to be careful
that I don't absorb that negative energy. Released
negative energy can be floating around for a while.
_ I'm learning to protect myself with grounding and
by putting energy protection around my body. I
don't want to end up absorbing this negative energy
and falling ill. This can happen to psychotherapists,
too. I'm going to New York where I'll be channeling
in front of five or six hundred people. So I think this
is something I have to learn, how to protect myself
_ from the negative energy.
My understanding is that beings like the Arcturians will use you as an instrument, but only for what
you can tolerate. People may ask a channeler, If
you're channeling, why can't you do surgery and remove a tumor?" or "Why don't you have knowledge
of everything when you channel?" But people have
to understand that we are instruments. The beings we


channel are not going to interfere in our karma. And
part of the channeler's karma is to be telepathically
in touch with higher beings. But the beings are not
going to turn us into supermen (or superwomen)!
Channeling is an interaction, helping the channeler
to use his or her higher skills, and perhaps to stay
on the cutting edge.
So, sometimes I can do extraordinary things when
I'm channeling. Other times, I work with people who
are very stuck and it is really hard to move them.
And sometimes, I'll start channeling things that I
don't want to channel. Recently, the first words that
came to me during a session were, "My condolences."" And I thought, I'm not sure I want to transmit
that message. But, obviously, such information needs
to come through. I, too, have to remember that the
channeler is just a channel.
It takes lot of maturity as a psychic to work with I these types of issues. For example, if someone is
dying: You have to be clear that you do not interfere
in their karma, and that you do not take on their
karma. Unless it was their karma to come to you and
you are supposed to heal them.
All healers have to consider these issues. I know I
don't have all the answers yet.

PART III,
More Celestial Healings.
this part is about preston denett - see about his books at a.o.

https://rune.ws/ufoheal1.html


CHAPTER 15.
Barbara Lamb:
Regression Therapist.
A licensed marriage, family, and child counselor and certified hypnotherapist and regression therapist, Barbara Lamb
has a private practice in Claremont, California. A therapist
since 1976, Barbara has been doing regression therapy
since 1984. Since 1990, she has regressed more than two
hundred clients to their experiences with extraterrestrial beings, conducting a few hundred regressions that focus on
ET encounters. Her documentary film, /nto the Mist, is available for educational purposes. She is currently writing a
book on the wide range of ET experiences her clients have
recalled during regression therapy.*
Originally from New York, Barbara has lived on the West
Coast for many years. She is sixty-three, the mother of
three grown children and grandmother of three. When I telephoned her to discuss the possibility of an interview, Barbara sounded a bit out of breath. She had rushed in to


answer the phone from tending to her beloved garden. I
was pleased when Barbara agreed to share the insights
she has gleaned after nearly a decade of work with celestial experiencers.
n the early years of my regression therapy work, I
would take people back to the source of their problems using hypnosis. Often, clients would go back to
past life experiences as the source of their current
problems, past life experiences that seemed to carry
over into the present day. But in 1990, I began to
realize that sometimes the source of a client's trauma
or fear or dysfunction was that they had been having
experiences with extraterrestrial beings.
Actually, my interest in this began in 1986 or 1987,
when I was taking some advanced, intensive training
for my past life regression therapy work. The trainer,
who is a therapist I admire very much, told us to be
aware that one source of some clients' distress was
that they had been experiencing abductions by extraterrestrial beings. I was really startled at the time
_ because it was the first I had ever heard of the idea
of extraterrestrial contact. But I was even more startled by what I call "the big voice of my soul," which
said (silently, inside my head, but very loudly in my
awareness): Pay attention to this. You will be
doing this."
I started to research the topic, going to lectures
about UFOs and extraterrestrial contact, trying to
find out what other researchers had been finding out:
Are UFOs real? Do they really come here? Are there


really extraterrestrial beings who interact with
people?
Then, in 1990, a client came to me presenting
symptoms and clues that maybe something like that
was actually happening. We explored the idea in regression and realized that, yes indeed, this particular
young woman had been visited in her bedroom by
extraterrestrial beings.
Since then, many different cases involving extraterrestrial contact have come to my practice. I really
rejoice whenever I can work with one experiencer for
quit a number of times. With my second client who
turned out to be an experience, for example, I have
done at least fifty regressions. With certain other experiencers who live within an hour's drive, I have
been able to do ten, twenty, or thirty regressions. -This is wonderful, because we can look at a big span
of their experiences to see what is really going on
with the experiencers and the extraterrestrial beings.
Often, people will come to see me when they have
had certain experiences that they wonder about, but
can only remember a teeny little bit about. Or people
will come because they feel a lot of fear about a specific thing, like going to sleep at night. They might
be afraid that someone is watching them, or that
someone is going to come and intervene and take
them away somewhere. They might be afraid to drive
alone at night. Or maybe they are afraid of certain
types of public places like airports, hospitals, or public facilities where there tends to be a light, shiny
floor and it is difficult to see where the lighting is 

coming from. They have these persistent fears, but
they do not know consciously where these fears are
coming from.
Sometimes, the first experience that comes up in
regression is one of the more fearful ones. Typically,
the person will, under hypnosis, find him- or herself
lying on a medical-type table with these unusual beings standing all around, looking at him or her and
doing various things. There might be the very bright
light, and they cannot see exactly where it comes
from. There may be procedures being done to them
that might hurt or cause fear or concern.
Very typically, my clients will go to an experience
like this in a regression. But, if we continue the regression, after the physical examination part of the experience there will be an educational part of the very
same episode. This happens very often. The person
may sit up, get dressed, and be ushered into another
room of the spaceship, where some kind of education
is going on. They may learn about star systems, star
routes, or routes of travel in space. They may learn
about the ship they are on, how it works. They might
be taught about certain things that are occurring on
Earth, things these beings want them to pay attention
to or educate others about. Or they might be trained
in some type of healing work, or in some kind of
mental work where they can influence with their
minds.
In subsequent regressions, experiencers tend to get
the sense that the physical exam and physical procedures are only part of a much larger picture, which

includes education and training. Sometimes experiencers realize that they have a very special mission
that they are to carry out here on earth, a mission
inspired by these extraterrestrial beings with whom
they are having experiences.
These beings seem to have a much clearer overview of the Earth and our dynamics because they are
not caught up in it, subjectively living lives here like
we are. They are able to objectively see the tendencies
human beings have toward violence, toward greed
and avarice. And they will choose certain humans to
work on these issues, to help educate their fellow
human beings and show them a different way of living and treating each other and the Earth.
Even if I have not been abducted in the traditional
way, I think it is very possible that I could have been
guided by extraterrestrial beings to do the work I am
doing. It is very possible that others have been, too.
There is good reason to believe that extraterrestrial
beings work closely with certain people whom they
_do not "abduct." Scientists, for example, or people
in governments or positions of importance of various
kinds, people working on health or technological
breakthroughs. In such cases, there may be a kind
of mentoring relationship in which the beings will be
influencing these people, giving them brilliant ideas in
their sleep for instance. -
Out of my two hundred-plus encounter cases,
there have been some fifteen healings. These clients
have either remembered that they experienced a healing associated with extraterrestrial contact, or it has


come out in regression that they have been healed of
some physical condition. And there have been variots kinds of conditions that have been healed.
_ In one case, a migraine headache problem was reduced in severity and duration, making the problem
much easier for the client to handle. It changed from
three to four migraines per week, wiping her out for
a whole day and night, to a few hours maybe every
two to three weeks. This really has made a difference
in the client's life.
In other cases, there have been corrections of reproductive problems. I have seen this in a couple of
female clients. And in one case, a little girl about four
years old was healed by little beings, whom she
called "the little people," following a sexual molestation incident.
In another case, the wife of a man who had a couple of severe medical problems was assisted in their
bedroom one night by extraterrestrial beings, who
ran special healing energy through her to help heal
her husband. They instructed her where to place her
hands while her husband was in a deep sleep state.
This actually helped to heal him of a couple of dangerous, life-threatening conditions. I found this experience to be very striking.
Although this was the only case I have seen in
which a client received instructions on how to heal'
a human being right then and there, on the spot, I
do have three clients who made a total switch in
their careers from corporate work to healing work.
They all happen to be women, each of whom felt a


tremendous draw to body work of one kind or another-polarity therapy, deep tissue massage, Reiki
healing, reflexology, energy balancing work. They all
began to study healing work, taking classes and
training, becoming certified, and eventually leaving
their regular jobs to concentrate on body work. Each
found out in regression that her experiences with extraterrestrial beings had been influencing her unconsciously to do healing work, providing her with a
strong imperative or inner drawing toward this kind
of work. It was not until they were actually very
engaged in doing the body work professionally that
they began to realize, through regressions, how there
had been a tremendous amount of extraterrestrial influence on them to do this work.
It is very hard to empirically prove what, exactly, (c) is going on with the extraterrestrial encounter experiencers and the beings they are in contact with. But I
think there is a lot going on. And since there seem
to be a wide variety of beings who come here, quite
a number of different species of extraterrestrials, each
of them may have their own agenda. I do not think
there is just one Extraterrestrial Agenda."
The little gray beings, for example, seem to be very
intent on reproducing hybrid offspring by interbreeding in various ways with human beings. They
have told experiencers that their own species is in
grave danger of becoming extinct, and that they are
trying to preserve themselves by mixing with some
of our genetic material. This is what I would call a

more self-serving group of extraterrestrials, perhaps
coming here more for their own sake than for ours.
However, I think that a lot of these groups of beings are actually from different dimensions. They are
able to look like they are three-dimensional, enough
so that experiencers can see them and communicate
with them. But they actually come from higher, more
spiritual dimensions. And some of these beings seem
to direct their attention to the spiritual awakening of
humanity.
In some regressions, clients will find that they have
had extraterrestrial contact experiences in former lifetimes. Some people have discovered in their regressions that they have been a member of a certain
_ species of extraterrestrial in another lifetime, or in a
number of lifetimes. This may explain why certain
extraterrestrial groups may work with certain human
beings: These individuals were once members of the
extraterrestrials' own species, or may still be, but are
having a human lifetime at this point.
Any one experiencer is likely to be having a whole
variety of experiences with extraterrestrial beings,
meeting with different groups of extraterrestrials,
sometimes with the more physically oriented beings,
other times with another group more concerned with
spiritual enlightenment. So, sometimes experiencers
are having definite physical experiences, with physical
exams. And sometimes it seems as if they are having
astral experiences, where they have experiences with
the extraterrestrial beings without their physical bodies.
Yes, a lot is going on. And I don't know that we

will ever get it completely pinned down. But every
time we listen to yet another experiencer, we can add
to this big, ever-growing picture puzzle, this huge
puzzle for which we can only find little pieces here
and there. I love to work with experiencers because
they get such relief and such enlightenment from
finding out what has been going on for them in their
experiences with extraterrestrials. And they are so
glad to have someone to talk to who does not think
they are crazy.
It is a strange and mysterious thing, the extraterrestrial contact experience. Ever since I have been
doing this work, I have had so many amazing perceptions about humanity, insights that I am sure I never
would have had otherwise. And I feel extremely fortunate that my parameters of thinking keep getting.
extended, again and again. I really like that. I've always been philosophically inclined. I was always
wondering what lay behind what we see without having any idea there was so much life out there! I had
no clue, until I began doing this regression work with
extraterrestrial contact experiencers.
I love the work I am doing. And I think it is important for everyone to be aware of the amazing range
of things that is happening with extraterrestrial beings. The positive aspects of these experiences are
very, very important for us to recognize.

CHAPTER 16,
Additional Cases.
the experiencers who have shared their stories in
the preceding chapters represent a cross section of
the numerous cases in existence of extraterrestrial or
_ celestial contact with healing results. These interviews are only a sample, taken from a much larger
subgroup of contact experiencers.
In the course of examining the UFO literature,
studying dozens of books, piles of articles and reports
on UFO sightings, abductions, and encounter experiences, I came across many, many cases in which individuals claim a variety of medical cures they attribute
to extraterrestrial encounters, to UFOs and/or their occupants. In communicating with hypnotherapists,
psychiatrists, and ufologists, additional unpublished
cases of healing encounters with otherworldly beings
continuously popped up. And most of the ET experiencers I talked to had met, or at least heard of, others
who had received healing visits from celestial beings.
It appears that celestial healings are not really as rare
as we might think. In fact, I have begun to suspect that

such otherworldly cures occur quite often, but are
rarely reported. Sometimes, perhaps even most times,
such healings are not recognized and understood, and
are thereby attributed to other sources-by doctors,
therapists, even the experiencers themselves. And
when experiencers do understand how, if not why,
they have been healed by otherworldly beings, it may
be years before they tell anyone about it. It is easy
to understand why someone might hesitate to do so.
Can you imagine saying to your family physician,
"Well, Doc, I no longer need that gallbladder operation. It seems that my medical friends from outer
space have already completed the surgery-painlessly, and for free!
Preston Dennett, the ufologist you met in Chapter
14, provides an historical overview of the reported _ cases of ET healings from 1947 to the present in his
book UFO Healings. In his collection of 105 cases,
Dennett's list of recorded cures directly associated
with ET contact ranges from minor ailments to miraculous recoveries, including healings from aneurysms,
arthritis, asthma, back pain, blindness, bronchitis,
burns, cancer (of the breast, colon, skin, stomach,
throat, lung), colitis, common colds, diabetes, fevers,
flesh wounds, head injury, heart conditions, infertility, kidney stones, liver disease, multiple sclerosis,
pneumonia, polio, tuberculosis, ulcers, warts, and
more. Dennett cites cancer as the disease most commonly reported as cured, but he concludes: "No illness is too small or too great to be cured by aliens."
Over ten percent of the cases Dennett reports are


multiple cures, that is, the individuals experienced
healings of more than one disease or disorder.' His
cases corroborate one another to a remarkable degree, with individuals who have never met reporting
stories of ET healings that include very similar
details.
Let's look at a few of these cases, some "small,"
some "great."
"Frederick": A deputy sheriff in Texas, Frederick
was driving with another sheriff. Earlier in the day,
he had been bitten on the left index finger by his
son's pet baby alligator. The day continued to grow
stranger. The two sheriffs encountered a UFO, which
radiated purple light. They felt heat coming from this
_ weird glow, and quickly sped away. Pulling into a
diner to discuss the incident, Frederick immediately
noticed that his finger, which had been red and swollen, was no longer sore, so he yanked off the bandage. Hell, you couldn't tell I had ever been bit,"
he recalled later, noting that his left arm had been
outside the window of the car when the light beam
from the UFO struck. The U.S. Air Force investigated
the case, which was widely reported in the news.
(1965)?
"Paul": This New York syndicated columnist saw
a UFO in the sky above a park in Brooklyn, along
with several other witnesses. When he returned to his
apartment, he unwrapped the bandage. on a finger he
had accidentally slashed earlier in the day. "I discovered much to my amazement that the wound was

completely healed, as though absolutely nothing at
all had happened," Paul reported. (1974)*
"Helen X:" This anonymous woman from Arizona
was diagnosed with cancer, which spread from her
hipbone to her pancreas and intestines. Treated with
chemotherapy, she was told she had only a short
time left to live. Weakened from the treatments and
a loss of some fifty pounds, Helen awoke one night
with an irresistible urge to drive to a certain location,
which she did, despite the fact that she could barely
walk. A UFO landed and two small creatures helped
her aboard, where she was treated with strange instruments and injections of a purple fluid. The ETs,
whom Helen perceived as friendly, informed her that
she was cured and was not to take any more medication. She drove home and went to bed. The next day, - Helen was rushed to the hospital, her family prepared for her imminent death. She refused all medication and recovered within days. "It was like I had
never been sick," Helen X stated. As of 1988, she was
healthy, busy managing her own business. (1974)°
"Ellen": Diagnosed with inoperable colon cancer,
this young woman from Los Angles was given three
months to live. She had experienced ET contact all
her life, and soon underwent another "abduction,"
this time including an extensive operation: "They
said, Relax.' And they did a cure." When she returned to her doctor, all traces of cancer were gone.
Ellen states that her cure has been verified by a major
medical university. (1989)°
"May": As a child, she was diagnosed with diphtheria, which went untreated due to her parents' religious practices. The doctor finally informed the
parents that May would not live through the night.
Abducted by "angels in white robes with silver
belts," May was transported to a UFO, where she
was "cleansed" and cured with bright blue light. The
next morning, her mother found her playing on the
floor, completely recovered. (1959)'
"Karen": A thirty-nine-year-old day-care center
operator in New York, this woman experienced a simultaneous out-of-body near-death experience and
an extraterrestrial healing. After discovering a golfball-size tumor in one breast, Karen found herself in
"deep space" with a group of ETs, who eventually
operated on her. In the presence of her husband, she
_ was unconscious for two hours, awakening to discover "the lump was gone-totally." She reports that
the ETs gave her two messages: It is gone; and follow
your husband, with whom she had been experiencing marital difficulties. Ten years later, she was still
married and in good health. (1978)*
John F. Schuessler is another ufologist who has
documented a number of UFO healings from historical reports. In attempting to provide some actual
proof of the existence of UFOs by compiling a catalog
of the physiological effects reportedly caused by UFO
encounters, Schuessler's UFO-Related Human Physiological Effects lists both the injuries and the positive
physical effects experienced by those who have
sighted UFOs and/or had contact with extraterrestrials. Noting that Most doctors are unaware of the
facts about UFOs and UFO-related injuries," Schuessler founded the Medical Committee for the Mutual
UFO Network,* organizing medical specialists from
such diverse fields as dentistry, gynecology, pediatrics, and psychiatry, to work with ufologists in investigating cases.'
In citing nearly four hundred cases of UFO-related
physical symptoms and side effects, Schuessler has
included only seven healings, but does conclude that
UFO cases involving harm to humans "happen in
only a small percentage of the reported UFO incidents." One of the healing cases he reports on is
of interest.
"Etienne": An ambulance driver from France,
Etienne was severely injured in a head-on collision. I Declared dead, he was revived after an extraterrestrial appeared in the seat beside him and told him
that he would survive. Etienne recovered completely. (1982)"
Edith Fiore, Ph.D., worked for many years as a
clinical psychologist, managing a busy hypnotherapy
practice in Saratoga, California. Before she retired recently, Dr. Fiore counseled numerous clients who recalled extraterrestrial encounters, helping them to
recover from any associated traumas by bringing the
*Mutual UFO Network, or MUFON, is the largest organization of
ufologists and UFO buffs in the U.S., with over five thousand
members, including more than five hundred scientific consultants
from every field of science,


repressed experiences to light. She found that Interestingly, in at least one-half of the cases I've been
involved in, the people were greatly helped by their
encounters. Operations, usually involving lasers, and
other treatments relieved symptoms, even correcting
some conditions that were potentially fatal.' She
collected fourteen case studies in her fascinating
book, Encounters: A Psychologist Reveals Case Studies
of Abductions by Extraterrestrials, including several accounts of healings. Let's look at some of Dr. Fiore's
reports of ET cures. (Note that Dr. Fiore does not use
her clients' real names in her reports.)
"Mark": Although he originally contacted Dr.
Fiore to discuss how his health issues were affecting
his mood, this eighteen-year-old talked of recurring
_ UFO dreams and, under hypnosis, provided an account of an extraterrestrial healing that had been performed on him. To treat his diabetes, Mark recalled
how the ETs used "a big clamp" that "sends pulses,
shock waves into my pancreas.  I kinda feel that
they're just putting this energy in me."" The treatment neither helped nor hurt his condition, but Dr.
Fiore concluded, "I was very interested in the visitors' efforts to help his diabetes and perhaps his arthritis as well," since Mark's arthritis was in
remission.*
"Barbara": This client consulted Dr. Fiore for help
with severe anxiety attacks, but she also weighed
over 350 pounds and suffered from a number of
physical ailments. Hypnosis uncovered a medical
exam conducted by an extraterrestrial being: 'Nothing but kindness flowed from him. He said he didn't
like to upset people, but it was his job to check people out," Barbara recalled." Discovering the source
of her panic attacks resulted in an immediate cure,
plus a gradual, ongoing loss of weight: "No diet. My
appetite decreased.  and I don't feel at all
deprived.
"Diane Tai': Although quite active and mobile,
this client was afflicted with spinal muscular atrophy,
a debilitating genetic disorder. The disease had killed
her nine-year-old sister, who had never walked.
Under hypnosis, Diane recalled many encounters
with extraterrestrial beings, who had once informed
her, The body is not as important as the spirit. Your
spirit is already well, and your body will follow."
Diane explained that "It's like this contact is made
every so often, to give us strength and to see how
our bodies are doing physically.  We're part of
this group that comes into the physical body that
sometimes has trouble adjusting to the vibration of
the physical form." According to Diane, the ETs were
training her, along with many other humans, to transcend time and space, to see the past and the future,
and to heal others."
Included in Dr. Fiore's book are two other case
studies in which clients reported receiving instructions on healing from the ETs who contacted them.
"Linda": A forty-five-year-old artist from a psychic
family, Linda uncovered a history of ET contact
while under hypnosis with Dr. Fiore. During one encounter, Linda recalled how the ETs "said I had can226 
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cer!'" and were "cleaning this black junk out of my
stomach region." They had placed small glass objects
all over her body, running a sensor-type diagnostic
instrument over the glass. Linda also recounted how
the ETs taught her to heal others: "It's all this .. .
power coming through my hands. It's like electricity.
Strong. I can learn to scan, like they do.  They say
there are these portals, where you can gather energy
and bring it up through the body, to cleanse and
renew each cell.'"" When Linda had asked the extraterrestrials why they did not choose only healthy people
to teach their healing methods, she received a response: "They say they are trying to prove a point. 
trying to change the mental concepts of people.
We will be changed. Our energies will be vibrating
at a higher level. The ETs also taught Linda how to
use one of their healing instruments, a long silver
rod with a rounded crystal tip that would glow and
pulsate. She was able to observe a number of healings of other human abductees as conducted by the
ETs, including their treatment of ulcers, a tumor, bursitis, and arthritis in a teenage boy. ("A large machine with crystallized light.  to generate energy
to promote new cell growth.'") During one contact,
Linda was treated for a yeast infection, along with
her mother and sister. Linda's treatment (A jellylike
substance that looks like aquamarine blue.  They
say that's to help freeze the bacteria."") worked temporarily, but her sister and mother were permanently
cured. Linda's mother had been afflicted with a yeast
infection for forty-three years.'

"James": A physician in his mid-thirties, James
was using innovative healing methods in his practice,
including electric acupressure. Under regression with
Dr. Fiore, he recalled ET encounters in which he was
provided with instructions on how to heal using acupuncture and other energy work. James also remembered a childhood encounter in which he was treated
by the extraterrestrials for chronic headaches: "I used
to get these horrible headaches when I was a kid.
Then they went away.  Those headaches were
_ terrible! Really heavy duty! Then one day they were
just gone. I've never known why. As a physician, I
couldn't understand it.'"' During one regression session, James recalled the treatment used to cure his
headaches: "It's like an energy transfer.  the front
part of my head is just.  it feels alive.' In explaining what he believes to be the principal healing - method used by the ETs, James stated: What they're
doing is speeding up the process that would occur
naturally.'" He also told Dr. Fiore that he believes
the ETs are conducting research to determine what is
blocking the energy flow in our earthly environment,
creating ill health and disease."
John Mack, M.D., is a professor of psychiatry at The
Cambridge Hospital, Harvard Medical School, and
founding director of the Program for Extraordinary Experience Research, or PEER, a nonprofit organization
dedicated to international research, education, and support regarding abduction and ET-related experiences.
Dr. Mack is the author of Abduction: Human Encounters with Aliens, the best-selling book that recounts his therapeutic work with ET experiencers. He sees the encounter experience as "both traumatic and' transformative," a phenomenon that can serve to "expand our sense of ourselves and our understanding of reality, and awaken our muted potential as explorers of a universe rich in mystery, meaning, and intelligence.'"""
We have already met one of Dr. Mack's clients,
Peter Faust [Chapter 10]. Two other experiencers
who have worked with Dr. Mack are of some interest
here. Again, note the use of pseudonyms by Dr.
Mack to protect the privacy of his clients.
"Paul": This twenty-six-year-old client told Dr.
Mack how he had learned much about ET technology
from his contact experiences, including a flood of
information about how they heal.  I've got notebooks of this stuff and it's very solid." According
to Dr. Mack, others who know Paul outside of the
therapeutic setting have attested to his extraordinary
healing abilities. He now teaches others how to heal,
using the methods he was taught during ET
- encounters."
"Scott": An actor and filmmaker, twenty-fouryear-old Scott received much medical treatment as a
child and teenager for what was diagnosed at different times as "seizures," confusional episodes,"
"spells," and visual hallucinations.' After working
with Dr. Mack and recalling a lifelong series of ET
encounters, Scott began to pursue a more spiritual
path in life and grew to believe his physical symptoms were actually due to a "post-abduction panic
attack"" with "flashbacks," or reevoked memories of
encounter experiences." He began to challenge the
traditional treatment model, resentful of the years he
spent undergoing medical tests and taking substantial doses of anticonvulsant medications that had little effect. In his book Abduction, Dr. Mack concludes:
"There is a poignancy for Scott and his family in the
vain and intrusive search that was made during his
childhood and adolescence for a conventional medical explanation for his abduction experiences. Countless hours of medical examinations, tests, and
procedures resulted in wrong diagnoses and inappropriate treatment. I suspect that even as these
words are being written, a child abductee somewhere
is being taken by anxious parents to a physician who
is steadfastly ignorant of the abduction phenomenon, - as Scott's parents were when he was a child.'
C.D.B. Bryan, a journalist and novelist, attended
the Abduction Study Conference held at M.LT. in the
spring of 1992. Cochaired by John Mack, M.D., and
M.LT. physicist David Pritchard, the invitation-only
scientific seminar gathered together more than 150 of
the world's top researchers, psychiatrists, professors,
and scientists to discuss the ET encounter experience.
"Abductees" voluntereed to share their personal experiences in a series of panels over the five-day
event. Fascinated by the discussions, Bryan evolved
from the typical media skeptic into a believer in the
sincerity and merit of their quest," and wrote a de230 

tailed chronicle of the conference, Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind."
A number of healing-type encounters were mentioned, more in passing than in any detail, during" the M.I.T. conference as recounted by Bryan. Let's
briefly examine the cases reported by two of the researchers at the conference.
Yvonne Smith: A hypnotherapist from California,
Ms. Smith reported on one of her clients: "I have an
HIV-positive abductee who now tests negative.' No
further details were given at the conference."
John Carpenter: This licensed social worker from
Missouri, who uses hypnotherapy in his work with
psychiatric patients, discussed his client "Eddie," a
twenty-year-old abductee cured of color blindness
after ET contact. During an exam by "Beings," Eddie
felt his right eye removed and replaced, and believed
that they were "fixing" him. Carpenter reported that
he has a doctor's statement attesting to the changes
in his client's vision from "profound color blindness"
to "green color blindness" only.*
During one of the abductee panels at the M.LT.
conference, a forty-two-year-old woman explained
how she had abruptly changed her career from marketing to massage therapy and adopted the name
Star after ET beings told her that Star was a good
name for a healer. She began working as a "deep
healing" massage therapist, and reported that she,
could feel her clients' blocked energy vibration and
return that vibration to normal, "which is what we
call healing.

Scott Mandelker, Ph.D., explores the topic of dual
identity" in his book, From Elsewhere: Being ET in
America. A California psychologist, Dr. Mandelker
lectures internationally on the spiritual dimensions of
extraterrestrial contact. He believes that he is "from
elsewhere," and sees many clients who also feel that
their souls have incarnated here to serve Earth as
"ET volunteers." Dr. Mandelker estimates that
"There may be as many as 100 million extraterrestrials currently living on Earth," most as yet unaware
of their otherworldly origins, and sees human ETs as
a "real and vibrant subculture." He theorizes that
accounts of benevolent extraterrestrial contacts are
"wake-up calls" for those ET volunteers who are not
aware that they, too, are "from elsewhere.'
Quite a few of Dr. Mandelker's clients have experienced beneficial physical and psychological changes
as a result of their "wake-up calls." A thirty-fiveyear-old architect was cured of a suicidal depression
during his college years after many visits from a hovering ball of light, which he saw as intelligent and
sentient. He told Dr. Mandelker that he now views
the visits as a "soul transfer," after which he became
more of a "universal citizen.'"*!
Another client, a gay man in his late thirties, was
depressed and suicidal upon realizing he exhibited
many of the symptoms of HIV infection. Paralyzed and
in pain, he was being rushed to a hospital by ambulance when he ceased breathing and felt himself leave
his body. Unlike most near-death experiencers, however, he felt as if he had actually died and received "a

new spirit," imbued with healing energies "of a seem- ingly intelligent design." His life changed for the better in every aspect afterward, including his health."
Dr. Mandelker also treated an English woman in her sixties who recalled a childhood near-death experience in which she was pronounced dead by the family doctor. "Oh, she's coming back," her mother
had responded at the time. She's talking to a Being
all dressed in white. And I know she's going to de- cide to come back." The young child recovered, becoming a nurse and, later, a teacher of personal
development. She now believes that her near-death
experience was actually a "soul transfer," and that
she visits her "home planet" in her sleep.*
In his entertaining anthology, Zen in the Art of Close
Encounters, psychologist Paul David Pursglove includes an essay by artist Ron Russell regarding his
odd experiences while exploring crop circles in England. A creator of "outer space paintings," Russell
became curious about the swathes of gently flattened
grain crops found on a regular basis by farmers in
fields largely, but not exclusively, in Britain. The theory that an alien intelligence produces these circles
and other geometric figures led to Russell's interest
in the markings as possible "communication and evidence of intelligence from Other Worlds." He joined
a crop circle research tour group [organized by
CSETI, see Chapter 18] in 1992, and walked about
inside several seventy- to eighty-foot circular formations that had suddenly appeared in grain fields

around the English countryside: "After walking I around a few of the pictograms,' I began to notice
my own somatic and psychological feelings. I was
sure that I was observing subtle physical changes.
All my low-grade chronic joint pain was gone. I
needed little sleep. I was blissful.  The forms emanate a vitality and a definite presence that slips past
our personal defenses. 
In another Zen essay, Rima E. Laibow, M.D., a psychiatrist from New York, recounts a post-encounter
healing she was able to observe firsthand. The client,
a doctor who had suddenly begun to recall past ET
encounters, met with Dr. Laibow early one morning
after awakening and finding her toe had been
"slashed in a radial pattern' sometime during the
night. Dr. Laibow reports: "'. . . she and I watched
together while, within the space of an hour, the I wound on her toe went from presenting a series of
open gashes to a series of approximated but reddened edges to a series of thin white lines to a totally
~ unmarked skin surface with no palpable or visible
evidence of any trauma." Dr. Laibow, founder of
TREAT, a center for Treatment and Research of Experienced Anomalous Trauma, stated that this particular healing incident represents a process which, if it
could be understood and reproduced, would have
strikingly important implications for surgery and
trauma medicine."
As we have seen, in certain encounter cases the
methods of healing utilized by the visiting beings

have been taught and later reproduced, if not fully understood. A remarkable example of the link be- tween extraterrestrial encounter experiences and an ability to heal is presented by the prolific author and parapsychologist Dr. Hans Holzer in his 119th book, The Secret of Healing. Dr. Holzer introduces Ze'ev Kolman, a gifted healer who received his otherworldly
ability as a thirty-six-year-old businessman and reserve soldier in the Israeli army.
While doing night surveillance duty at a military
post in the Sinai Desert, Ze'ev had an urge one morning to climb a nearby mountain. Sitting alone at a
lookout post on top of the mountain, Ze'ev saw a
"bean-shaped structure, elliptic in shape." The
lighted craft moved toward him, enveloping him in
a "sugar candy" cloud. Eleven short, hairless, humanlike beings then surrounded him. Although they
communicated with him, Ze'ev was unable to understand their language. He awoke to find himself lying
on his back at the edge of the mountain, feeling dizzy
and confused. It was afternoon, and afraid of becoming a "laughingstock," he resolved to not speak of
_ his encounter to anyone. However, upon returning
to the base camp, Ze'ev soon discovered that his
touch would cause others to feel an electric shock,
curing them of such physical ailments as skin lesions
and headache pain.*
Ze'ev currently works full-time as a "bioenergetic
healer" and treats people all over the world, including members of Europe's royal families and such
Hollywood celebrities as Melanie Griffith, Don Johnson, Raquel Welch, and Carly Simon. In the U.5., he
has successfully treated individuals suffering from a
variety of cancers, multiple sclerosis, heart disease,
and other serious ills. In Israel, where he is also well
known as a psychic, many doctors now refer their
patients to Ze'ev for treatment.
According to Ze'ev, his healing abilities are due to
the energy field that was placed around him by the
extraterrestrials he encountered in the Sinai Desert.
He believes that the ETs changed his bioenergetic
potential, so that he can draw on the energy of his
own aura and then eject this energy through his
hands: "I believe that my body underwent a certain
energetic process through the dense fog-the plasma
that enveloped me-and through which my body
must have absorbed something. Sometimes I feel a
kind of thread that passes from my head through the - length of my body-a thin silver thread. I remember
that days after the event when I looked at the palms
of my hands, little silvery flakes appeared that I was
able to scrape from my skin.

He now feels ""guided by hidden forces to pass my
hands at the correct distance' over the bodies of the
individuals who come to him for healing treatments,
transferring his energy to their bodies in the guiding
presence of entities that look like "transparent figures
or shadows with faces.'* Ze'ev sees his role as one
of a "utensil," simply a means to hasten the natural
course of healing for those who are meant to be
helped."
Dr. Holzer refers to Ze'ev's gift as "part of an experiment in terrestrial medicine jumpstarted by extraterrestrial biotechnology," and does not regard Ze'ev's experience as unique: "I don't think that in 1995 properly reported incidents involving humanoids can be dismissed as fantasies or hallucinations.
We are indeed not alone. Regrettably, it appears to me that a powerful technique of healing known to the strangers cannot as yet be shared fully and regularly with us and pops up only now and again in situations like Ze'ev's encounter in the Sinai Desert.'"" :
As I write these words in the final days of 1998, it appears that powerful encounters with celestial beings who seem to impart the ability to heal and be healed are "popping up" in ever-increasing numbers.
In considering just the people who say that they have
been healed and those who have become healers included in this book, one might conclude that an otherworldly source of healing power is being made
available to us far more often than is commonly
believed.




CHAPTER 17.
My Case and Conclusions.
I though I would not refer to myself as an "abductee" or a confirmed extraterrestrial encounter experiencer, I have opened myself up to the
possibility of a relationship with celestial beings. I
have experimented with celestial healing in several
forms, including consults with individuals who use . extraterrestrial energies for healing purposes. And I
am a satisfied customer," that is, I have found my
celestial healing experiences to be enlightening, safe,
and seemingly effective. I find I am most encouraged
by the opportunity the celestial healing phenomenon
has provided me for exploring a broader dimension
of thinking and feeling, allowing me to expand the
boundaries of my own reality. There is a strong sense
of emotional and spiritual reassurance that accompanies the expanded cosmic view, in knowing that we
are not alone in the universe and believing that there
exist other intelligent, sentient beings who may, indeed, care about our welfare. It simply feels better to
believe that there is more love out there," and to


accept my own role in this universal community. I have enjoyed my own celestial experiences and will continue to explore certain aspects of the extraterrestrial phenomenon in the future. 
web page, celestialhealingstories.com.
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