My Essay on Hybrid Children

For those who were abducted and became part of the breeding program; the dreams and trace memories make no sense. Until one day the pieces all fit together. Honestly, I am not sure all the pieces are there but I feel more at peace about what happen.  I still weigh this experience as to the gift and sacrifice involved.  This was a hard essay to write.  I find myself going back over it again and again. 

 I can remember saying “I am not a barn yard animal” much to the amusement of my alien captors.  I can remember horrible clinics and rows of beds with women writhing in pain.  I can remember meeting and bonding with children other than the two boys I carried and bore on earth through marriage and normal conception.  It was heart wrenching to realize that these children were “mine”. I felt such love but they were taken from my arms and fostered elsewhere.  It defies all that we hold sacred about family and logic to fully remember what took place.  I remember one alien nurse telling me I would understand all of this one day.  Beyond the emotional and physical trauma, there is a higher purpose, if one can grasp it.  I hope we do finally understand why we were asked to participate this way.  Then maybe we will find peace with the sacrifice we made and the gift of life we gave.  Gave is a generous term for what feels like sheer thievery.  They say we all agreed to this in a soul contract. We need a rescue and so do the Greys.  It is a mutually beneficial exchange.

I have been told that human genetics are the grand prize.  The aliens draw from our blended racial origins. They are fond of Native American and African racial blends.  I am part Cherokee, Irish and French.  I believe there is more than one tribe in my family tree.  My father’s mother was a descendent of Daniel Boone’s line. She looked Creole with long jet black hair and blue eyes and the early American frontier life was full of births and deaths and secrets. Alliances with some tribes of Native People and inner marriage happened quite a bit.  I am diabetic as well as my cousins and most of my family.  The diet 400 years ago was full of natural food, roots, herbs, and fish and game.  For some with Ancient American Heritage is hard to eat refined starches and not have big problems.  We just don’t do well with that or alcohol.  Soul food for me is all of the squashes, beans, corn, corn meal, watermelons and berries.  I love stews with or without meat.  Being a vegetarian is hard and makes me feel a bit run down.  I care about the humane treatment of animals so I am trying to find good alternatives.  I mention all this knowing that genetics play a role in how we think, eat, behave and especially with the hybrid program.

 The problem seems to be a bit of unsavory human/alien history.  We were “dumbed” down genetically to create a slave race. (Generally it is assumed to be the Reptilians) We became better than color TV as entertainment too.  We think our hormones were enhanced or altered.  I will say we are not like other primates in mating practices.  Just let your imaginations do the walking here.  We were used many ways.  The good news is that our long lost galactic relatives, who left us here, are now trying to correct and balance out our bodies and allow us to rediscover the hidden treasures we forgot we had. Parts of our brain will wake up and the “junk” DNA will begin to activate. 

Why did the Grey’s need to create alien hybrids from our genetic material? They evolved into a race that cloned itself and their genetic information became weak and problematic. They were heading for extinction.  They became good at robotic self repair I understand.  They existed in a different dimension. They were so delighted to find us, Earth, and a place where they once shared similar human genetics.  They had to create bodies that could house the type of human they had become and time was of essence. They did some time traveling to do all this.  Some families have been on their radar since early human development, in prehistoric times.  They seem to follow certain family trees with each generation being a slight improvement on the last.  Some of the alien perspective seems to suggest we were not able to understand the medical aspects of our abductions.  Bashar explained that it is similar to when we take our pets to the veterinarians.  We would like to say, “I am really trying to help you, don’t be afraid”.  Of course that hardly helps smooth the fear of little “Fluffy”.  I believe our alien abductors would prefer more cooperation and fewer traumas from human participants.  That was not possible; there was a huge gap in understanding.  But they did leave a little mess behind…and maybe it was intentional.

There are trace memories of children, pregnancies that suddenly terminated. Memories of dimly lit clinics with odd nurses and doctors  in my personal memories.  The more emotional the memory, the more profound and tangible it becomes. Then there are the “love bite” memories.  It seems that certain people were brought together on ships and in clinics to become couples.  It is difficult to realize that you can have such an emotional bond for someone who is really unavailable.  I had that happen with a man who was married with children.  There was no way to really be together in this lifetime of different paths.  Bud Hopkins wrote about this in his book called “Witnessed”.  The aliens have become romance strategist.  Some abduction events only harvest sperm and ova in the least invasive way.  Sometimes the aliens want a mating of a super couple.  They want certain genetics and characteristics combined.  They have introduced two people in childhood and then later and finally they orchestrate a romantic and passionate mating of the two.  More often than not this couple would not have come together under the usual circumstances.  I will add my own story to illustrate

When I was about eleven I met a little toddler boy who would occasionally come and visit me then disappear.  He was adorable, black, and I really liked him.  I remember getting in trouble for dating a black teenager in high school.  I was not rebellious, or wishing any harm to my parents.  That ability to see inside someone and like them for who they are was always my reason for connecting. It was a gift I possessed. But now I realize that I had been paired with a black man who was at least 10 years younger than me.  I remember being on board a space craft when I was in my thirties and a mantas being told me I was pregnant. I explained that I was single and that was impossible.  I then seemed to accept that I was a little bit pregnant and asked who the father was.  To answer that question a curtain was drawn back and I was looking at a handsome young black man sitting in a medical cubical.  I emphatically said, “I don’t know him from Adam”.  I could not place ever meeting him and let alone having unprotected sex with him.  I must fast forward to having a naked mulatto baby placed in my arms and he was just perfect, I bonded totally.  He smiled at me and there was such a transference of knowing and love in that smile.  I woke up sad that I would not be his guardian in this life. The most terrible emotional pain was up ahead when I met the father where I worked and it was love at first sight for me.  He was married and totally unavailable. I was now in my late forties and obviously older than him.  We did some innocent flirting at work.  I had to leave that job but not until I met my work friend for lunch and a drink.  I needed something to boost my courage.  I told him my dreams and memories.  I am sure that was the oddest conversation he ever had…but perhaps there are some experiences and memories surfacing for him as well.  I became one of those nut jobs in his mind…nut job with a crush.  It did not go well.  That is what I mean by alien orchestrated romance. It is very often impossible to be with that person for many reasons. This is called the love bit syndrome.

The pay off might be the new world that we are creating: A world where humans and hybrids will interact and create a better world. Personally I feel that I have gained knowledge and new skills from all the alien interaction.  My intelligence has expanded and I have telepathic ability.  Other people might want to share how their lives have improved by being part of this program. 

January 7, 2015

Answers do come.  For all those who have commented here.  I found a You Tube video that really does shed some light on all this.

http://youtu.be/A35hsemSLYc

Please view it.Bridgetts talk

  

My Many Lessons from NDE's (six near death experiences)

The Many Lessons I Have Learned from Near Death Experiences (NDE’s) written by Nancy Lake.  Page:  Angelbellsguidance.aweb.page 

I have had several near-death experiences.  Commonly referred to as NDE’s they have all been very interesting, spiritually, speaking.  I write about them here and there and I also get the feeling that people get lost in the details.  I have had several out of body experiences too.  I am going to outline what I have learned in a bullet-ed fashion. 

NDE One

1.    I am nine years old and I have horrible asthma attacks.  My parents were arguing, and I really thought they might accidentally harm each other.  I tried to protect my baby brother as best I could.  During one attack I was on my bed and the whole room was spinning around.  I felt like a piece of clothing in a dryer.  I had my eyes closed, but, then I opened them to see about 7 very mature men looking down at me.  It appeared as though they were looking over the top of a well.  I was in some type of tunnel.  I remember one of them had a long heavy gray beard and thin face.  Another one had short white hair and could have been a banker on the Monopoly game.  As I got older, I remember looking through old family photos and recognizing each person. Each was from a different branch of the family and would have been Great Grandfathers and Great Great Grandfathers.  My father disappeared from my life after he and my mother divorced.  It was a great loss to me.  I now believe that all these father figures were there to support me and to highlight their interest in me and the overarching message of life's continuance.

Lesson learned in One:  Now I can see a few possible messages. As a medium, I see great great grandparents for my clients, they don’t understand why.  I get comments such as:  I didn’t know that person and I was really close to my aunt, but she is not present.  I have discovered that great grandparents seem especially interested in their offspring over many future generations.  I believe they are inspiring us to be proud of our heritage no matter what that might be and to feel a certain tribal belonging.  Their presence is often stronger and more poignant than the more recently departed.  They become soul group spokespersons. 

NDE Two

2.     I am a young lass of 16, with a petite figure.  I am hiking through the gorge of a canyon and the river we walked beside is called the Blue River in Arizona.  I have several peers with me, and we are having a great time.  I found the need to climb to the top and leave everyone behind.  The climb up was uneventful, however; on the way down my foot slipped.  I was air born for a second and my heart was in my throat.  I could not scream.  The next thing I knew, I found myself caught in a thorn bush about halfway down that cliff.  I did not have a scratch on me, and I seemed to be enveloped in some kind of light.  I collected myself and carefully climbed the rest of the way down.  I rejoined my friends up the creek with a “guess what happened to me” story.  They laughed thinking it not all that serious.  That night, I continued to feel different.  My life had been spared.  I knew that and I felt the presence of something Bigger Than Me.  It started me thinking about religion in general. 

Lesson learned in Two: I think the lesson that time was that I was not alone, there was protection.  This was supernatural in my mind.  Only I knew that.  It peaked my curiosity about the unseen world around us.  It did start me on my own journey.   I remember going to various churches and groups.  Most of the ministers I listened to did not possess what I called “inner light” and I did not relate to what they said.  Even if they got right in front of me and screamed it.  It just did not feed me spiritually.  Most of my teachers would be un ordained and on the social fringe.  I found them and they found me. 

NDE Three:

3.    I am a young mother with two little boys.  My marriage is alright, but I am not happy totally.  I feel quite trapped in my circumstances, but I think it is the poverty we are in.  We struggle financially and I am tired most of the time.  I thought that I deserved better.  I think I need a rest and a vacation and God was about to give me one.  This time I had minor surgery, but, the anesthesia was too much.  I was not coming out and back to consciousness in the recovery room.  I was having a wonderful experience on the other side.  I was happy and free and totally loved.  I had all the answers and knew who I really was.  I was dancing in white light and feeling totally rejuvenated.  Then the nurse called my name.  “Nancy”!  I was being shaken and worked on.  I did not want to come back to earth at all.  Before this celebration happened I remember briefly looking at the earth from space and thinking how beautiful it was.  Then I was magically drawn somewhere else.  Don’t remember Angels or a tunnel this time. I also remember being in total blackness.  I do remember is arguing with God.  He won of course but in such a gentle sweet way.  The conversation went something like this:  I don’t want to leave you. I am crying spirit tears and protesting.  I am being shown something like movie clips of future events.  I am being encouraged that life is a golden opportunity and I don’t want to miss the adventure ahead.  God had a male voice, but I never saw him as a human.  He was everywhere. He promised that he would be with me, (on earth). “Nancy, I am there too, but you shut the door”.  One other very important promise was made.  When things get difficult, and they will, Ask for God's help. He will help. I realized that somehow, I had shut the door and I can’t remember when that happened. Shutting the door might be because I became materially focused and did not feel aligned with God.  I knew somehow, I would remember that promise and those last words.  Whoosh, I was back, awake, looking at a recovery room and feeling sluggish. The nurse had a halo and plants had halos too.  

Lessons from Three: Well, there are so many lessons here.  I have not been the same since this happened.  I was 32 years old.  I remember having more patience with people in general and more compassion for people.  I felt who they really were inside.  I had always been psychic and so I cannot claim that was a new ability, but feeling more at peace certainly was.  When things get really bad in my world, I ask for help.  I demand help.  Yes, I am assertive with God.  I say, you promised me, and I need you…now. Can you believe I talk to the All Mighty that way?  One thing I do remember is our ancient, primal relationship.  This is the most love you will ever experience.  Earth relationships are pale in comparison. There is of course the absolute knowing that you are bigger than your current personality.  It is almost like we live our lives in a state of amnesia and have forgotten where we come from.  In many ways we are all living like the prodigal son. We are children of God.   

NDE four:

4.    I do not want to relive this one.  Had a bad boyfriend.  He got drunk and almost killed me.  He had a gun pointed in my stomach.  I left my body and had resigned all things. When I stepped away from my body, I saw Jesus! My grandmother was a Baptist, so I had of course heard about Jesus growing up. He was right there.  He was in white iridescent robes and wore a crown of thorns on his head.  I felt some embarrassment as though I had invited trouble in the front door and now it took extraordinary heroism to unbind this. I had the feeling Jesus had purchased me as many Christians believe.  This crazy boyfriend did not kill me, (obviously), but he fired his shotgun in the air twice and scared the heck out of the neighbors.  I found out that everyone was hiding behind their couch and calling 911.  Unfortunately, my children witnessed this, and we all had to have counseling sessions over it.  I gave up on men entirely for many years.

Lesson four: The lesson from this was amazing.  I felt a profound relationship with Jesus. I have been literally saved so many times.  I forgot the time I had a pulmonary embolism (NDE Five)from birth control pills and was in intensive care.  I must have been about 21.  I did see Angels that time.   There have been so many near misses, car accidents, near drowning too.  I forgot the time I had a few beers and did a back flip into the shallow end of a swimming pool.  I emerged looking like a unicorn with a big bump on my forehead (Six?).  NDE Seven: I also forgot the time I was in Minnesota at a KOA camp ground in my truck when a Tornado passed through.  The truck lifted about a foot off the ground. I just hugged my travel companion, Goldie, my terrier mix. Honestly, I don’t think more than a few years goes by without some new near death happening.   The most comforting thing I take from near death experience number 4 is that I was pulled from my body before a possible gun blast to my stomach.  I believe that is probably the normal thing that happens.  I have psychic medium gifts.  I have been seeing departed loved ones since childhood. I realize now that many people do not experience the pain of an accident because like me, they are pulled from the impact just before it happens. 

 I know I still make plenty of mistakes.  I make so many dumb mistakes that Jesus and I laugh.  I had a dream that we were in the clouds, and Jesus was going on about "remember the time you...jumped in the pool to see if your brother would save you."  I was about six and I could hold my breath in water for several minutes.  I just loved to pull pranks on my brother.  Jesus laughed so loud and hard, that his face turned red.  That is the Jesus I have come to know after I have had all my visits with him, here and there.  (But do not call myself a Christian, that is a bunch of doctrines that I don't entirely buy into), and Jesus understands that about me. And dare I say "agrees".  Don't want to cause a problem here.  My religion is LOVE and I am Universal as far as beliefs. I hope to right the ways Christianity has gone astray from the message Jesus had intended.  Of course, it would be in my opinion.  We all have an opinion.  I still feel an urge to share it. 

Thank you for allowing me to share…and please comment!

My Kenya, My Expansion

This Side of Kenya

                              Obama with his Luo Grandmother in Kenya

This Side of Kenya

About a year ago I accepted a friendship request on Face Book from a man named Gordon Onyango from Kenya.  Kenya is of course where Obama’s father is from and Gordon has said this that Obama’s extended family lives close by in a neighboring town.  Gordon’s tribe is the Luo tribe and this is also the tribe of Obama’s family.   The Luo speak Dholuo and they not part of the dominant Massai tribe in that region. If Obama was campaigning in Kenya for presidency, he would not win there.  Political beliefs have more to do with tribal affiliation than ideals.  Gordon feels the Luo are marginalized by the Massai and other tribes.  There are cultural differences between tribes.  The Luo are largly a Christian Group and have taken on more of the English customs.  When we think of the English speaking countries, probably Kenya does not come to mind.  My blog is read mostly by those in the USA, Canada, the UK and Ireland and Australia.  I have a fare amount of readers in Croatia and Russia as well as France.  English is Gordon’s second language and he is fluent in it.  However he loves to read and speak Dholuo too.  For this reason I will translate what I just wrote.  However it is in Swahili.

Kuhusu mwaka mmoja uliopita mimi alipokea ombi la urafiki juu ya uso Kitabu kutoka mtu mmoja aitwaye Gordon Onyango kutoka Kenya. Kenya ni ya kweli ambapo baba wa Obama ni kutoka na Gordon amesema hii kwamba Obama familia anaishi karibu na katika mji wa jirani. Kabila Gordon ni kabila la Wajaluo na hii pia ni kabila ya familia ya Obama. Luo kusema Dholuo na wao si sehemu ya kabila kubwa Massai katika kanda hiyo. Kama Obama alikuwa kampeni katika Kenya kwa ajili ya urais, yeye bila kushinda huko. Imani ya kisiasa na zaidi ya kufanya na uhusiano wa kikabila kuliko maadili. Gordon anahisi Luo ni pembezoni na Massai na makabila mengine. Kuna tofauti ya utamaduni kati ya makabila. Luo ni largly Group Kikristo na yamechukua.  (This is full of red lines, it looks like I can’t spell)

When I realized how much outreach and charity Gordon was doing for his small village, I took a second look at this friendship.  He was asking for help, monetary help.  Sometimes that throws people off on a Face Book friendship.  Gordon remained friendly and sent some pictures of children who are orphans due to having parents with the HIV infection.  Aids is rampant in poor areas of Kenya.  Gordon’s group holds to Christian values or (other religions included) values that maintain fidelity in marriage.  There is some stigma in having aides or being an orphan due to aides.  If children do not wear shoes and the area they live in is unsanitary they get jiggers.  That is a very small flea that burrows into the soul of the foot and creates many bumps and sores.  People die from this infestation.  This is not to be confused with the mite that many in the USA call Chiggers.  Clean water and building wells is one of the first steps to eliminating many diseases such as: typhoid fever, amoebic dysentery, common dysentery, and diarrhea.  Another killer for small children is malaria. A parasite that is transferred from human to human via mosquitoes is the cause.  Mosquito nets at night are a great help.  Malnutrition and poverty make childhood very dangerous. Many children enter the labor market and marriage early for this reason. The WHO or World Health Organization has a Massai representative and that does not help the Luo very much.  If foreign aid is being sent, the Massai probably get the lion’s share.  That is why I believe that someone trusted in the Luo community is a better judge of how to distribute supplies and medication. What he asks for is meager but he knows what is needed.  His church will purchase medical supplies, rubber thongs, mosquito netting and seeds to grow corn which is ground into porridge.  Women do much of the gardening and have fresh salad material to eat in the good growing seasons.  They know what is needed much more than those who offer help overseas.

Gordon has become a teacher (ja pwonj ) for me regarding another world and culture.  Sometimes I would ignore him feeling I was too busy or did not have much in common with this person.  It does take some effort to cross cultural lines.  He remained positive and happy.  He would send me pictures of his Grandmother and his children.  I am sorry to say it took a while to build a positive relationship.  When Gordon’s grandmother passed away, I could see how hard that was for him.  She left him 4 acres and he is trying to build a medical clinic and dormitory for orphans.  I this point I did wire him a small amount of money.   That was too little to build a well and lay the foundation for what they hope to do.  Any way I started a “Go Fund Me” fundraiser.  I am trying to help built between those here in the USA and Kenya.  I would love to raise a bit more cash for Gordon’s small church.  Have you ever said, “I wish I could send my left over food to hungry or sick children?”  Actually you can through me.  Or if it is a significant donation you can contact Gordon who will explain how he receives Western Union money where he lives.  I am finding it hard to motivate people.  The economy has everyone being closed fisted, even for really good causes.  The best way to receive personal and community prosperity is to start having faith and start using resources wisely. I have been looking at my own budget to see where I could save and negotiate some of my own bills.  If all of my contacts on email and FACE BOOK could donate 5 dollars that would be $1,500.00 and that would be a small fortune for Gordon. Tithing is an important part of spirituality. I try and break my tithe into 2 or 3 causes. Gordon has become one of them. Neale Donald Walsch once said that, you must become the very essence of prosperity in your vibration.   Instead of saying, “oh I don’t have enough money to donate, it is much better to say, I believe in the abundance of the universe and I will find the resources to help.  Money is like breathing in and out.  There must be a flow and circulation to the process.  Eventually I think our money system will change and become more transparent.   When I give I really do see money flowing back to me.  It is law.  So once again, even if it is only 5 $ dollars, throw that out there and see what happens.  Free translation makes the world a smaller place.  What worries me is many of those free translators are disappearing lately Swahili is all I could find today.  I am going to try and learn the Luo language; Seems like it would prove my sincerity.

http://www.gofundme.com/3c3vpc

https://www.facebook.com/gordon.onyango2