Guided Meditation for Children

Part One

This little guided meditation is ripe for many types of media input.

I would like to see it as a video or even game.  Perhaps music and other types of interaction can be added.  

To do this exercise: Sit in a comfortable Chair or on the floor, legs crossed under you (Indian Style).  If you are on the floor, imagine you are sitting on a magic carpet..and it will carry you through the next ten scenes.  If you are in a big comfortable chair, sit back and enjoy the ride.  Your chair is on a magic track that will carry you like a Disney ride through the next 10 scenes.

OK. Close your eyes and take three deep breaths. Blow out worry. Breath in Happiness. Blow out tension.  Let your body relax. Breath in love, blow out any sadness.  Relax. 

Oh, I am ladybug.  I will be your guide and narrator. 

Eyes Closed?  Imagine we are beginning an adventure into 10 different worlds.  We are moving through a door and on the other side is a field of red poppies. 

Red Poppies:  The sky is blue and there is a path in front of us. We are entering the home of the bees.  The bees are smiling and happy to be taking a little sip of nectar from each red poppy.  There is a buzzing sound as hundred of bees are flying around a huge poppy field of brilliant red flowers.  We are gliding along a path and feeling happy too.  As we reach the end of this field we travel through a honey pot. 

Yes it is really big enough for us to glide through.  We can taste the honey and feel the honey covering us with a warm light.  It is not sticky and thick like most honey is.  This honey is like gold warm water and it baths us and helps us feel better.  It is delicious too. 

When we come out of the honey pot we feel amazing love and fullness. Now we are traveling through a pink car wash. 

  The only thing is that it is not for cars.  It is for auras.  An aura is a bubble of light that we are sitting in.  Auras usually protect us from thoughts and feelings we don’t like.  As we look at our aura, it has some smudges on it.  This looks like the mud on a window after a storm.  This Pink tunnel is full of pink light and it rains on us a little, coating our aura with pink foam.  It smells so good too. Have you ever smelled a pink carnation? Yes, that is exactly what that special pink foam smells like. Breathe deeply and enjoy that wonderful scent. As we slowly travel through this pink tunnel, big pink feathers the size of ostrich plums are sweeping us; sometimes they tickle us just a little bit. 

These big pink feathers are cleaning any dust that might still be on our aura.  There is a gentle warm wind that circles around us like a pink dust devil.  Have you ever seen those small whirlwinds that pick up the leaves?  This one is a playful whirlwind and it finishes our aura with a sparkle and shine.  We are leaving this aura “car” wash with a bright sparkling clear aura.  That feels wonderful.  We are spot free. 

Next we are entering the Orange Dreamland.  Have you ever drawn a picture of an orange pony?  There is a very pretty orange pony guiding our chair (or carpet) through a green meadow. 

 There are big trees with oranges hanging on each limb.  Yes, you can grab one. They are quite delicious. The air smells like tangerines. As you eat your orange, you feel quite healthy and strong.  Your whole body is stronger and you feel joy. 

 Joy is that very happy feeling. Can you think of someone that helps you feel joy?  It would be someone who hugs you and likes you very much. Our ride slows down enough that you can pet the orange pony.  She is so soft and gentle.  Have you ever pet a horse?  They are very strong but soft.  As we are saying good bye, two of the baby ponies come out from behind a tree.  One is lemon yellow and the boy is lime green.  Even their eyes are yellow and green.  They smile and say good bye. Don’t worry, you can come back and visit them again. 

We are entering a very dark night.  There is a flute playing softly somewhere.  It is like traveling through a cave at night.  We are quite safe. We come out of the cave to realize we are in space and there are many stars around us.  These stars are quite big, like the size of the moon.  They sing to us. The flute and violins start to fill the air. It is such a beautiful sound.  As the stars sing they shine silver light all over us.  The silver light has music in it and it vibrates just a little. It might feel like static electricity.  Maybe someone can help you feel that slight buzz sometime.  Ask an adult to help you feel that if you don’t know.  This light almost makes us feel like we can float in the air.  Have you floated in water?  That is a great thing to learn how to do.  You are like an astronaut floating weightless above your chair or carpet.  It is ok, you can do a slow somersault and your chair will catch you.  You will be fine.  That was such a fun ride. Now we are back in a dark tunnel again. 

 There is a small light ahead.  It is almost like being born all over again.  It is such a special feeling. You are a gift when you are born.  It is the best present your parents ever had.  How nice to be a gift once again. I feel new and appreciated, and full of joy…do you?  

As you travel through this tunnel a blue fairy flies with you.  She hugs you and promises to grant a wish.  Do you have a wish?  That is something that you really want to happen and soon.  No one else knows the wish that is in your heart put you.  So whisper it to her.  She will help you manifest your wish. 

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