I am in the Eye of the 2012 Storm

Eye of the 2012 Storm

 

I feel the heightened awareness of 2012. Like a huge tsunami it builds with our combined human desire for change.  I have adjusted to the gathering intensity and the realization that we are at war.  This is the good guys/bad guys war, however the players are not who and what you would think.  They are not the usual suspects.  There might be aspects of ourselves that need to be elevated and brought into harmony.  I feel the increasing need to become vegan or at least vegetarian.  I have always felt that eggs and dairy are probably alright if the farm animals are treated with respect and kept healthy.  Of-course the bigger issue is many of the cows are sick and kept in unclean stalls and they are milked anyway.  Samplers have found puss and blood in diary milk.  Yuck. Maybe vegan is not so bad after all.  As humans we will need to tread more lightly on Mother Earth.  There is a great deal of protein in grains and beans and nuts.  In fact it is far better for our metabolism to eat that way.  The kindness we send out to all life will circle back around to save us in the end. I might wish to eat the occasional salmon steak.  Again I think it is a matter of being humane about the way we take the lives of animals and how we treat them on the farms.

 I had a great opportunity to demonstrate kindness when I worked at a residential mental health clinic.  I had 16 schizophrenic patients. I loved them all and in fact felt that if they were treated better and accepted they might be able to at least work part time.  They seemed to be improving.  One of my clients found a little baby sparrow.  It was on the ground and probably its parents were trying to feed it from the ground.  We also had two stray cats who were taking interest in this sparrow.  One of my clients brought the bird to me and ask if I could help.  I thought about it and decided in the interest of fostering trust and well being I should probably say yes.  I called an organization called “For the Birds” who advised me on how to feed this tiny creature.  First they said do not put an eye dropper of water down its throat.  You will drown it.  Their lungs are so small.  I gave two clients permission to walk to the store and buy a watermelon.  With tweezers we fed the birdie little pieces of water melon.  Then had to pick up a grain type of formula and a small syringe and feeding tube.  My son became involved at home as well.  Our little charge would wake at the break of dawn quite hungry.  I took our little patient to work where the clients fed him.  Finally the little sparrow took flight and flew around the room after about one week.  Then we took him to a bird refuge. My supervisor was upset about having the bird at work but she finally admitted it was a good experience.  Remember my message in a bottle for the Alpaca farm.  Animals and nature are very good healers for those with Schizophrenia and depression. 

Animals are connected with God and their group souls to the point that they do not fear death.  They fear it enough to run away but they accept it.  As humans we have forgotten the spiritual half of ourselves.  The bigger better part of us is non physical and as such has a great part to play in how happy we are here on earth.  This is why. 

I live in Arizona, yet I am looking at that storm brewing off the California coast and I already know that I need to have my umbrella with me today.  It will not be long until we are hit with a pretty good rain storm and wind.  It is overcast right now as I write.  My human ego self does not have the broader view of what is coming.  Even though my human ego likes to worry and plan, it is a big energy waster.  Learn to trust the Bigger More Expansive Part of You.  In a sense that is God.  We do not need to know everything while we are on earth.  Leave it to your Bigger Better Half to tell you which way to turn and what to do instead of carrying around big heavy atlas books.  My Eternal Half knows a storm is brewing and it will guide me.  All I need to do is trust.  Having radical trust is the 2012 message.  Learning to listen to your own guidance is imperative. 

Prayer of Gratitude

I am so grateful this evening and I need to write a short post for the triumph I feel in my heart.

I truly witnessed the power of God today in delivering me and lifting me up.

 I was not feeling well and as many of you have been reading, I am still under the weather recovering from toxic mold.  Some days I feel good and like I have turned a corner and I am winning.  Out of the blue I got sick once again, my throat hurt, my lung hurt, and heck my whole body hurt.  It is like a carnival ride going up and down. 

I was in class all week end and had a presentation to do.  I prayed that my presentation would show my classmates the Power of Love and the Power of Source.  I prayed to remain healthy and energetic enough to do a really terrific presentation.

That was important to me.  I was the last person to give my talk and I felt a power come over me.  I can barely remember what I said, but my teacher and classmates were genuinely moved.  The presentation was on Motivational Interviewing.  This is not a strong subject for me.  I felt very weak in this techniques and I also felt a huge pull to be good at it. 

Anyway I was demonstrating techniques and compassion and empathy and it seemed like all the pieces fit into place for me. 

I want to remember this day all my life.  It felt great to do well and have experienced a High Energy while "performing" in a sense, for a group of people. 

Just saying Thanks.

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I Tried to Reach Brad Pitt About Funding an Alpaca Farm

As though he is easy to reach. Heavens no, but, Brad and Angelina Jolie are philanthropists and I shamelessly admit to needing funding help.  They are not the only two I was trying to reach. I found a list of organizations and foundations.  I have a splendid idea for those with mental illness and alternative therapies beyond medication.  Many of the medications prescribed for mental illness are used to sedate certain types of brain chemistry and ease certain symptoms.   Most of these medications are toxic long term.  I really don’t expect the big pharmaceutical companies to do anything but exactly what they are doing in the way of research.  Short term perhaps there is benefit but people start to experience a decline in health after taking psycho pharmaceuticals for a long time.  Those pills were never meant to cure anything: They are there to help people manage symptoms.   I don’t expect our managed care for mental health to move out of the give them pills therapy programs.  Many of our mentally ill people are out on the street homeless and their life expectancy is short.  As far as I can tell few elected officials understand or care.  I think it is a matter of education.  I don't want to blame anyone or accuse them of heartlessness.  Unless you have a precious loved one who is handicapped by mental health issues, it is hard to understand and it is hard to know the best course of action even when you do understand.  I am a veteran of all these woes.  I have both loved ones in my family and have worked professionally in the mental health field.  I care deeply.

We have voted away the nice comfortable treatment centers.  It is difficult for anyone to voluntarily or involuntarily stay at a hospital or treatment center because the funding was pulled for them.  The plug got pulled.  Usually it is families that deal with their mentally ill members now.  If you care about a loved one then you now get to be the care taker.  This leads to an overburdening of a family member who probably works, takes care of an elderly parent and now has their brother or adult child return home to live with them.  Recently when social security realized my loved one loved with me, they wanted to reduce the already pathetic amount of disability that person receives.  Again, it seems to be the attitude and lack of education of what can help.  Many people with mental health issues can work and are very intelligent, but, they will not get hired due to their appearance and behavior.  With the right sort of employment and supervision many could work.  It would be a very flexible arrangement.  If someone is distressed and hearing voices, they need not show up that day.  If they are wanting to be creative, there might be an addition job or venue for that.  Yes, it would be like working for a family business.  Most employers do not allow for this type of disability.  Someone in a wheel chair with stable mental health is a bit more predictable.  Some of our most creative individuals were bi-polar.  There is a long list of writers, composers, and artists throughout time that have reached for new heights and had such unique vision.  Anyway back to my hoped for farm...

I would love to find a nice retreat atmosphere and try some new non medical therapies.  I think my retreat could be self sustaining with a organic garden and the sell of art that patients create.  I think many people in treatment might envy Van Gogh for the lovely clinic that the nuns provided out in the country during his lifetime.  The garden is also another form of therapy.  I would like to try some interventions that are accepted best practice but not invasive and not chemical in nature. 

Needing money is not the only hold up.  I need a community of mental health staff to get on board.  When bouncing this around others (called brainstorming) it was suggested that having Alpacas and making yarn to make woven art would not be a bad idea.  I had a close friend who had her own sheep and sheered them and died the wool and wove handbags.  They were awesome and they sold for $500 USD each.  Amazing and true! She used to have a mental health problem and then improved and became rather rich.  Who would have thought it possible? 

So I throw the idea out into the sea of possibilities.  Like a note in a bottle perhaps someone will read this and respond or maybe create a similar retreat.  Or write to me and we will brainstorm a bit more.  Miracles happen everyday!

Jesus Take the Wheel and Lets Put the Top Down

I am asking my Higher Self to take the wheel today.  (Jesus is being called by me)

There seem to be things I feel anxious about but I can’t quite determine what they are.  It is better to know what I am fearful of.  Unfounded fear is the absolute worst thing.  Fear puts us in a small and uncreative box.  Ester Hicks advises getting out of that place with some focus and determination. Could it be that whatever it is that is bothering me really does need to be looked into but, it is far too scary for that? I have that hiding my head in the sand feeling today.  If I look at this from another less handicapping perspective it might help.  Whatever this is, I will remove myself from it and pretend I am observing it.  If I can imagine myself in a play, well, I become the actor, play write, and audience.  That is a slightly more empowering position than feeling like I have no control and I am just stuck in the circumstances of my life today.  I don’t want that.  My ideal would be to take a joy ride in a fun sports car with the top down and see what adventure lies ahead.  What kind of play did I write?  Is it an adventure? Comedy? Tragedy?  This fear is bigger than that and I know it.  This fear seems to be about those in control of the economy, and they would be the Federal Reserve People.  That is part of this.  I remember when Jesus flipped the coin back a man asking about Caesar and whose head was on the coin. He said to give to Caesar that which is Caesars.  Perhaps in the future there will be services and goods that are bartered and/or have a token economy.  Money has an ability to be manipulated sometimes. That can happen now.  Then there is my health that scares me sometimes. I don’t have medical insurance.  I hope to get some soon.  Many times in my life, doctors have not had the answer to my health issues.  I asked for healing and was healed from a Higher Power.  Maybe I can give back to doctors that which is theirs?  Maybe I can say “physician Heal thyself”?   Jesus mentions he is not the original author of this famous quote (Luke 4:23–30), but its power remains the same.  We are always paying experts to fix us.  Sometimes it is best to observe the life of people we would pay.  I still want health insurance, never the less.  Last night I was listening to Steven Quail regarding predictions about the end times.  One thing to remember about 2012 is we do survive it.  Predictions are only probable realities.  My guides say “fear not” but that does not seem to be working today.  I think those end time Vatican “last Pope” prophesies do rather unearth me at some core level.  Must I be drug into the reality of others?  Even on 9/11 many people chose not to go to work that day and some were unavoidably late to work for various reasons.  Interesting isn’t it?  Although a horrible event happened, some people chose not to play along.  Choice is always made but sometimes it is at an unconscious level.  Things just seem to pop up in our way making us miss the train or the airplane.  Later we can see why.  The other day, I could not get out of the house.  It was like no matter what I would do I could not leave.  There was a knock on the door and a package arrived.  It was important and I was glad my leaving was somewhat delayed. 

Even though there are plenty of earth changes predicted and there are some powerful players in control, maybe I need not be part of it?  It reminds me of the sex drive of youth.  There is the hunger and there is the human need for procreation but we learn to control this.  I think of those in control of being rather like vampires in need of blood. They just don’t know how to get those needs met in a more humane way.  Change is tough sometimes.  One thing I agree with Steven Quail and Alex Collier about is this:  We have been kept in the dark like mushrooms.  The vampires we speak of are not even human…although some might appear to be.  They have dark agendas and run our planet by dangling money and power in front of other humans who have lost their soul and their way.  They will and do disenfranchise anyone who should get in their way.  Character assassination seems to work well.   Framing someone and then crucifying them seems to scare us too.  Well, sometimes that back fires on them.  Our stay here is short and I don’t want my personal play to be filled with Paper Dragons and fear.  I want to drive my convertible today with the top down and enjoy the ride with Jesus.

Jan Ross and My Personal Proof of the Paranormal

 written by Nancy lake. angelbellsguidance.aweb.page

 

Jan Ross and My Personal Proof of the Paranormal

I keep a journal of certain paranormal events that have happened in my life . I take many things about my paranormal life for granted. Many paranormal things land on the cutting room floor where my journal is concerned. I have been psychic and experienced many abnormal things since childhood. This is quite normal for me. Abnormal would be not being the way I am. For me… paranormal is normal. I never have considered myself a circus freak. Actually, I believed that everyone was just like me most of my childhood. This made me very honest. If everyone can read each other’s auras and intentions, crime and dishonesty would become nonexistent. It was hard to understand why some people would try and be deceitful. I got snowed or horns waggled now and then too (taken by a con). Yes, at an inner level I knew something was wrong and nothing made sense, but, I went along with it anyway. Most of those misadventures were when I thought I was in love with someone. I get very dumb and non psychic when my hormones act up. There have been times I succumbed to peer pressure like most young people do. My inner voice was screaming inside because it did not make any logical sense to me. Another ongoing issue for me was my self esteem. I knew what I felt and I knew what was “right” but there are more confident beings who talk a fast game. I did manage to unravel many plans in my youth. People who believed me dumb and simple minded found their agendas laid wide open in public sometimes. I totally saw what was going on and I revealed it. This never makes one popular. The greatest lesson learned was to keep my own counsel. Just because I see something and know something doesn’t mean I should share it with others. That is always a judgment call. It took me a while to realize we all perceive differently. When people are not as aware of subtle energies and they are not clairvoyant I consider them sight impaired. I might refer to them as color blind. That is how I imagine it. If you see in living color and then realize your friends see in black and white, it can be disillusioning. I believe we are all supposed to see and hear and know and future generations will have whole conversations telepathically as I have.

There are many psychic readings that stand out as my personal Proof favorites: Here are two of them

Frankly Scarlet, I Need a Girlfriend!

About 10 years ago I begain working the psychic fair at the Jan Ross Bookstore in Phoenix. Jan Ross was a Phoenix Big Name Psychic and bless her soul; she paved the way for the rest of us. I got to know Jan just as she was exiting this world due to cancer. Jan was 75 and divorced. She had cured herself of cancer several times already and decided this time she would say good bye. I had about six months of working in her store and getting to know her before her exit. During one psychic fair, a rather thin man sat down at my table. As I looked him over, a huge red Macaw formed on his shoulder. I asked him about the beautiful large parrot or Macaw. I wondered if this was a pirate past life showing up. He explained that the McCaw, Scarlet, was the reason he sought psychic counsel. She was very bonded to this man and she was laying eggs that of course could not be fertilized by her human companion. She wanted a “baby” or fledgling. Her owner could not date nor have a life of his own. He had brought some women over to his home and Scarlet had chased them off. She was extremely jealous. We talked of finding her a mate and I suppose that is very difficult with Macaws. I am not sure we totally solved this relationship issue during the short reading, but, one thing was apparent. Scarlet was there for the reading as well. I could feel her energy and her concern. She had as much an interest in the discussion as her owner. I will never forget it. If I should doubt myself, I need only remember the Gone with The Wind Heroine.

All I can see is Green

Many people wish to remain a blank slate during their readings. They are cautious about sharing personal information and even guard their body language. This behavior used to bother me. I prefer a friendly atmosphere and I believe the most insightful readings are a combined effort between reader and client. In other words there is a spirit of cooperation. When someone throws up a brick wall it requires more energy to read. My feeling was I am not a circus act. Think of me as a highly skilled professional counselor who has a Masters degree in Psychology and also I happen to be very intuitive. They are getting the best of both worlds. I don’t feel a need to “prove” my ability, nor do I wish to spend the time and energy on entertainment. Maybe it is my ego, but I am not a “dog and pony act”. Go somewhere else for that please! Well, in the recent past I have allowed more showmanship. Sometimes, in certain situations, a demonstration of the paranormal is needed. Then there are those who try and decide if money is my motive.  I do charge because the energy and time I use to counsel for others, means I am not working for someone else. I prefer to think I am reasonable and offer so much for so little.  This is Devine income and I believe it returns to my clients 10 fold.

Last year I did a short Tarot Reading for a woman who remained oddly quiet and unmoved through the whole reading. I asked her if she had questions for me. She said she had hoped to hear from a departed loved one. I had felt the loving energy of a Mother in her reading but failed to mention it.  (I usually feel loved ones during a session, however, some people do not ask for this and they watch their minues in asking for a short reading) I told her that her mother was present and seems to have a cup in her hand. She asked me the color of the cup. I went blank. I could see nothing and then all of a sudden my head just filled with an emerald green color. I told her all I can see is green, a vivid green color. With those words this young women broke her silence and started sobbing as she reached for my tissue box. It was as if an emotional damn had broken. When she had become calm again, she told me that her mother had been in the hospital dying of cancer for three weeks last year. She visited her every day. They had decided to use a code word(s) to verify true authentic connection when enlisting the services of a medium. Her mother had chosen the words “green cup”. (I got chills) OK folks I sat their with my mouth open. Do I doubt myself?  Other psychics tell me I second guess myself too much and just relax. 

 for you skeptics, even if I had this person’s real full name, even a Google and search would not reveal information like that. For me, it was personal proof that I was truly in touch with Mom. And it is my guess it was pretty good proof for my client as well.

I can’t believe that people who only give me their first name (like Bob or Jeff) to book an appointment with me, think that I can Google and research them prior to a psychic reading. I am way too busy and thank God I don’t have to do that. I would consider that boring and time consuming. I would pick another line of work fast because that would not be fulfilling in the least.

For more information about a real legend Jan Ross, please click this link http://www.janrossnewagebooksandgifts.com/14801.html

 

What About Bob's Baby Steps?

written by Nancy Lake.  Web page: angelbellsguidance.aweb.page

Of-course I am referring to the Bill Murray comedy “What About Bob”.  The Washington post had a great review of this movie.  I barrow one quote “Written by Tom Schulman, the screenplay borrows the pixilated myth from "Harvey" that crazy is nicer than cured. Even though Bob is agoraphobic, claustrophobic, hypochondriac, Bob is better off than his psychiatrist because he is capable of expressing his needs. Or as Bob himself puts it to Dr. Marvin: "Give me, give me, give me, I need, I need, I need."  

Dr. Marvin is also a bit egocentric and perhaps too enmeshed in the psycho-analytical approach. He can't seem to get rid of Bob who follows this therapist on his summer vacations with his family.  He should know that what you resist persists.  The more angst Dr. Marvin feels the more unbalanced his own mental health  becomes. If one is in the helping profession, you are never off duty.  It is our nature to be of assistance and to genuinely care about others.  

I can remember being in a personal crisis and having someone ask me a psychic question regarding a new relationship.  I had just had a fender bender and was in shock.  I gave this person the disclaimer that "I might not be all that psychic right now".  Funny thing was, I managed to help them.  

Dr. Marvin should have addressed the Bob issue with more compassion.  It is true that "boundaries" are important in this line of work.  I have grown in my personal understanding of boundaries.  My line is drawn when I refuse to absorb negative energy.  I call it my purple bubble I reside in.  Someone might be living a nightmare by their own admission, however; I am watching it as an observer only.  This does not affect my personal space.  Bob showing up on my vacation would not necessarily ruin it, I would have handles it much differently.  For the sake of comedy, and laughs, Dr. Marvin and Bob play out the opposite roles in the mental healing paradigm. 

I think of this movie as a must see. I especially recommend it for off hours telephone answering services.  That comment is better understood after watching the movie. Bob manages to wrangle information from these answering service ladies. 

But what about the Baby Steps? OK.  There is a huge amount of wisdom in that philosophy. 

I can think of 3 recent readings where I saw visually and heard myself say, there are many baby steps on the way to your recovery and please celebrate each one of them fully.  

Celebrate each small step!  You don't have to spend lots of money.  Doing a victory lap around the house might work.  If you have one of those free calendars...the paper ones you hang on the wall, place a gold star on it and smile!  When I was writing my book, I would write and hour a day on week days and then several hours on Sundays.   It is so vital to see the progress made and not rush it.

When planning a road trip from Phoenix to Sacramento it is not necessary to be discouraged the whole journey because you were not “there yet”.  Planning interesting stops along the way is a great idea.  I love movies that highlight all the interesting stops and then the destination is the end of the movie.  

I counseled a lady who went through a recent break up and has been so depressed she did not leave the house for weeks.  It looked like she had emerged from a dark closet and was taking a few little steps back to her life again.  I did not want to throw too many suggestions her way. She asked me how long her depression was going to last.  I saw it getting better incrementally and she could help this by volunteering with children (if she chooses to do so).  It also looked like getting body work might be very healing and therapeutic.  The important thing was to encourage her to take little steps towards re-emerging with a fuller version of herself once more.  I could see a future event where she was at a Christmas party, looking radiant in a light blue dress, socializing and singing. That event being several months into the future gave us a time frame and a promise that indeed her circumstances were improving if she chooses that path.  There is free will.   

With many things in life there is a process that seems to take some time.  Quick fixes may not even be possible.  One example for me is dieting or weight loss.  Bodies seem to change slowly and it can be frustrating.  It is probably good not to weigh too often.  Baby steps are perfect for losing weight. I think just add some life affirming things to your world.  Life affirming and fun things like learning to dance and joining a water volley ball team. That  might be just the ticket to taking off a few pounds each month.  I am convinced the more I focus on it and the more I deprive myself the less weight I loose.  I have lost and gained the same 20 pounds over and over.  It has been an expensive 20 pounds as well.  I have paid for weight watchers, Ideal Protein, and Nutrisystem and a few other programs.  They all made money and I did not keep that weight off. Recently, I started loving my body unconditionally and asking to loose 3 pounds a month. Oddly that works. There is little argument about that slow loss with my inner rebel. That is 36 pounds a year and it will stay off. Baby steps. They say it works with dept as well. 

Sometimes life will cause us to run fast and skip ahead but the advice of baby steps works well in most situations.  Like Esther Hicks says, just do something that will make you feel a little bit better today. It is hard to go from zero to joy on the emotional scale.  Take a small step toward feeling less devastated. From there more progress is made.

I watch What About Bob once a year.  I always see some sage advice in it. 

Touched by a Dwarf Blue Alien

Jason’s Blue Alien Adventure

When my son was about 7 years old he was taking a bath alone and became very excited when a little blue alien reached over and touched him causing a shock or current.  Jason drew a picture for me and it possessed great detail.  He said this blue man smelled like sulfur and its arms were very long and did not bend at the elbows. The movement is more flexible as though they have additional joints.  Jason counted three fingers. Since Jason died at age 27 all further inquiries ended.  We had discussed this once before.  Once an adult he seemed to forget about it or refer to it as his imagination long ago.  As a mother I felt the experience was a genuine one. His detail of the experience was very exact.  Jason always was an artist.  I held on to that drawing for many years but I can’t place it now.  There was another adventure where a winged alien wanted Jason to climb up a large rock cliff and was guiding him there.  I was able to pick Jason up and discourage that happening.  We witnessed many lights around where we lived and often times all the battery operated toys would go on by themselves as well as our TV.  I will not cry anymore because I miss Jason.  He lives on and I know that. Lately I have received a strong nudge telling me to forge a new chapter and stop looking behind.  That is exactly what Jason would want.  He loved adventure.  I will honor that and keep on trekking ahead.

I also experienced the little blue men I can vouch for Whitley Strieber’s account of them.  They always make me feel very sleepy so I can’t recall too much except they are very nice to me.  I believe they moved my whole car one time.  It is a fuzzy memory but I got in my car at one point and my car was totally somewhere else later on. 

I feel that we can be mentored on becoming more evolved by the benevolent aliens.  In my opinion not all aliens like humans and many find us emotional and beastly.   The ones that do like us are ancient ancestors.  As ancestors they feel a need to help us along.  Most alien races do not rely on words to communicate they are telepathic and also feel empathetic towards all life forms. 

I have listened to Charles Hall, Alex Collier and Whitley Strieber.  They all have their own personal accounts of the aliens and their agenda on earth.  This is the 2012 moment when we line up with a certain part of the galaxy and go through some sort of shift.  Most of these aliens seem to be able to time travel and they know what is going to happen.  They know that the earth has had nuclear wars before and humans were almost wiped out.  The remnants of the last nuclear war had to hide in caves and became very pale and sick.   There is talk the Sahara was once like a rain forest teaming with life and jungle.  We could face this kind of war again if we don’t evolve.  Earth has been the handmaiden to many alien races and our human DNA holds 22 different kinds of alien genetics.  Maybe that is what is seen as junk DNA.  We hold precious cargo.  When alien races have needed to repair their DNA from generations of engineering, they were amazed to find the humans had a perfect library of pristine DNA.  Some little colony on the edge of the Galaxy held a most unusual treasure.  The ancient DNA sequence as it existed before being tampered with.  That would require adducting humans and doing various experiments to retrieve it.  That was happening here and there when some of our satellites and radio frequencies started interfering with crafts being able to land safely.  I really believe that many secret meetings have occurred between the military and alien beings.  It seems only logical to me.

Education is probably the key to evolving and not repeating the wars of the past.  The tall whites allow children to explore and follow their curiosity.   Mentoring and apprenticeships seems to be the education of choice for many evolved civilizations.  Communication and education now seem to be the hope I cling to as far as riding into a victorious future. 

I welcome more information on the little blue dwarves.  I will see if I can append this in a bit with more knowledge.  Note added on July 5th. I have failed to mention seeing these types of beings last year. I was extremely ill and staying with a friend. They showed up during the night and I think aided in my healing. My friend also was aware of them and they spoke telepathically to her. "She said, "Nancy is over there, and they replied, you also need healing". Another friend, Anita, mentioned her face was torn up after an accident. She saw them enter her hospital room and they explained they wanted to help her. She woke up almost completely healed. It is hard to even notice any scars on her chin.

The Value of Human Connections Even On Face Book

The value of human connection was on my mind today when I was feeling a little down.  Lately, I have been feeling disconnected from others.  That is a bit abnormal for me.  I tend to gravitate towards others and usually I am friendly and outgoing and others reciprocate.  This past month it feels as though friends and acquaintances are not really connecting. 

The original Stepford Wives (1975 Movie Classic) was actually very believable for me and it did illustrate a feeling I sometimes carry.  It feels that people are giving you programed answers and when you look in their eyes they seem vacant.  It is though most people I know are too busy or too absorbed to really connect in a meaningful way.  I can understand business and being preoccupied. I think it is perfectly acceptable to say, I cannot give you my full attention at this very moment:  Let me call you back or visit later.  I get that most people have a lot on their plate, however;  I am feeling a robot epidemic coming on.  This is intensifying.  

People connect through social media and that can seem rather superficial at times.  There is more and more one way communication.  Most companies work from a pyramid structure of communication.  The larger they are the worse that communication gets.  The people at the top make the decisions and it filters down on a need to know basis.  It is one way.  The news is one way.  

Even where I attend grad school feels very one way at times.  Socrates taught be asking questions of his students and creating a learning grid to be filled in depending on the natural curiosity of his pupils. This seems like the idea way to learn.  Let's fill each others basket with many perspectives.  We all have experience to bring to the table.  The CEO who is not interested in the "little people" at the bottom of a corporation is loosing a great deal of valuable input.  Having a round table communication with all participants of a company is going to allow for more individual buy in.  All employees will be motivated to produce better if they feel their concerns are heard.  I took a course called Enlightened Management once.  It talks about creating a family like atmosphere at work   Employees are not robots and they are going to have issues at times.  In a supportive company individual issues can be faced with compassion.  This results in keeping employees who are good at their job and this creates better mentoring for the new crop of employees.  A cut throat environment is not really productive.  People stress out and valuable sharing and cooperation is lost.  That is just at work.

We listen to the news when we get home from school or work.  That is terrible one way communication.  The news is biased and incomplete and even disturbing.  We really aren't able to learn much about our environment this way.  If local news would offer suggestions on current problems and town hall meetings and other forums, how progressive that would be.  As I have mentioned before, our media was bought up and monopolized long ago.  I remember when Clear
Channel bought up all the independent radio stations.  It was spine chilling.  I had a horrible reaction realizing that Clear Channel was going to be one way. I saw that they were going to filter all news and broadcast what they thought beneficial.  That seems to be the case.  

The potential of Face Book is there.  We can interact with each other and communicate concerns. Potentially social media could serve as an important vehicle to reaching out and really talking once again.  I went to a party for the Democratic Nomination of Barack.  I would not have known about it if my email and other connections were not in place.  

I salute the social medias and may more and better spring forth from them (and blogs too)

Charlie and the Tall White Aliens

Charles and Tall White Aliens

I just spent an hour on a post that disappeared

In 1965 Charlie Hall entered the Air Force and was sent to Nellis Air Force Base as a weather man.  Out on the ranges around area 51 Hall encountered several tall non human aliens. Other air force peers had also seen them from a distance and described  a strange sight that appeared to be an iridescent floating horse. Charles got close enough to observe that it was a group of human looking people in iridescent white jump suits riding a anti gravity device about 12 feet off the ground.  The people in the middle were hunched over while the person in front was steering, thus giving the impression of a horse.  While exploring the area he accidentally discovered a hollow mountain with a hanger that was partially open. During another exploration he saw   a whole community of tall whites who have lived among us for centuries.  There was a reason that Charles was able to communicate with the aliens and became close than most of the former weatherman at Nellis.  He had rescued a little alien girl who was lost on the desert.  She had wondered off and was hidden from view by all the tall sage bush in the area.  Even though the alien group appreciated Hall,  there was always some anxiety when dealing with them. years after his military experiences, Charles started writing about his encounter as a journal.  When his wife, Marie, found it  and read it, she convinced him to publish it.  I had the opportunity of talking with him at length in 2010.

Our government and many other governments know about aliens and their crafts being here and their history of earth interactions.  I am convinced that there is no hope of our government opening up to all they know for the following reasons.

1.    They know where the bodies are buried. Many innocent civilians and lower level military persons have been abducted and experimented on.  To admit to having allowed all this in an exchange of technology worth billions will never, ever happen.

2.    We paid for this.  The middle class working Americans paid for underground basis and space exploration that we do not reap the benefit of.  Not only technologies regarding space craft but technologies regarding mapping human DNA have been traded.

3.    This is benefiting the 1% of the wealthiest people.  Vaccines that don’t work will be offered to us because the viruses that can mimic human DNA and hide have already been developed.  Someone would have to admit to all this. Heads would roll.  It just is not going happen anytime soon. 
  
 4. Many people would panic. At least that is what those in positions of authority believe.  If the general public knew that we had actual treaties and contracts with certain alien races like the tall whites, they would feel vulnerable. Actually, all of he earths military strength combined could not protect us entirely.  If the aliens wanted earth they could have taken it over long ago.  There are some things they do want that we have and they manage to get what they want. 

I learned this a long time ago when I was abducted.  The memories were hazy and caused some emotional trauma in my life.  My children had some experiences as well.  One time our little family was run off the road by a UFO.  It was coming at us about 200 mph and I barely had time to pull over.  Our family has been aware that we are not alone for most of our lives.  My first alien encounter was when I was a teen ager, but now I am starting to remember much earlier experiences. At age six my parents took me to the doctor because of a reoccurring rash around my ears. I still have that at times as an adult, but I am aware of an implant in that area.  I don’t want it removed.  Bud Hopkins always believed implants were tracking devices.  I told him, no not at all, they are helping us survive devices.  Leave them in.

The most remarkable experience was the time I met with Charlie Hall in person and had a chance to ask loads of questions. Charles wrote a book called Millennial Hospitality about his experiences with tall white aliens.  I went into a bit more detail of his book in the last posting that disappeared after I posted it.  I would just suggest reading what is probably the most authentic of human/alien encounters.  I applaud his book and hope to write and publish one myself in the future.  

Update:  Someone asked about the tall white's view of Jesus.  That is an interesting subject.  Charles was/is a devout Catholic.  The Tall White Aliens seemed to respect his point of view.  They thought it interesting the Charlie prayed for protection when out in the Nevada desert alone.  After Charles saved a Tall White little girl who had become lost while playing among the desert sage, he became known as "the teachers pet".  He was allowed to roam known occupied areas with a high security clearance.  I don't think the Tall Whites subscribe to religion the way we do.  They have shown Charles respect and seem to understand his views without necessarily sharing those beliefs.  Since Charles was shot by a new comer alien, Pam, it was evident that belief alone could not prevent that type of assault.  One can argue that Charles miraculously survived this ordeal where many others might not have.  That might be an argument for Divine Intervention.  Also, in Viet Nam, Charles was spared certain death during a raid of mortar fire.  He has been blessed many times.