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Life Story #44
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A Change in Nature

Looking back, it all seems so natural, so coherent. But, of course, it wasn’t always that way. Seems like I “came” to Earth with some built-in preparedness for extra-sensory perception, experiences of that kind abounding from early childhood. Still, since I write about it from that child’s future, they flow within memory like a smoothly filmed sequence, as if growing in the midst of 20th century Occidental/capitalist society had not made a mark on the film.

All those tremendous revelatory and “other-wordly” childhood experiences pertained to dimensions 4 and 5th. The first contact with an extra-terrestrial event in 3-D happened in 1952, when I was already 11 years old. At the time, I was staying in New York City, 99th St. and Broadway , with my Dad, who one Summer evening asked me to baby-sit my brothers and sister so he could take his wife to the neighborhood movie. The children were asleep and all there was for me to do was look out that 9th floor window. Then they came: three very large emerald-green disks, gliding smoothly over the top of the Broadway brownstones, in perfect triangular formation. I watched them intently, feeling no fear, until they were lost in the horizon, due South. I had hardly come to grips with the realization that I had been looking at something special, or different, or unknown, when they came back and were again lost from sight, heading uptown. They returned a third time, in the original direction, and then were seen no more.

Next morning I told my Dad about the sighting, but all he could think of was “That must have been some sort of lights from the airport”. Knowing that could not be true, I rushed to the corner newspaper-stand, expecting to find headlines about the ships. There were none. I remained silent about this story until I was already the mother of three, and back in San Juan, Puerto Rico, when the great 1973 sighting waves did make the headlines. My older boy and I would watch every early evening, around 6:30 to 7 PM, as the ships darted to the East, towards the legendary El Yunque mountain.

Soon enough I found out about study groups, about ongoing research, and about how all of this was being covered up by the military. Some ten years later a ship crashed in El Yunque. Or was downed? (There are US Intelligence installations there, at the time vital to the huge US Navy base then operating in Vieques, an island off the eastern shore, harboring subs stacked with nukes). A local radio station sent a reporter, forcefully held back by heavily armed troopers.

Then the call came. We were to attend a meeting with the senior UFO researcher in the island, also a contactee. A pretty good group gathered and agreed to help him bring a very important lecturer from South America. The lectures-circuit was organized, the travel and lodging arrangements were made, and the welcome committee was there when this wonderful HUMAN arrived. All the advertised activities were dutifully held, as was the one that really motivated our guest: a visit to El Yunque, after midnight. It had to look like your regular camping-club expedition, complete with teen-agers, grandmas, plenty of food and radios. And so it was. We reached the top of the mountain and had our picnic. Our guest went off into the woods. When he returned, a couple of hours later, we all packed up and started back down the mountain. It was near to 4 Am, so the forest was totally dark, except for our flashlights. Still, three young men, looking much like tourists, were coming up the mountain path, wearing very dark sunglasses! They checked us out and went on up. We went on down, without a word, to the parking lot.

Many things happened that night up in the mountain. Some I know about, and understand. Some I know about, but do not understand. The more important, to be sure, I know nothing about. I learned very concrete lessons in those few hours: first and foremost, how extremely dangerous this research is, whether you are a regular citizen, a walk-in, or fully an ET. Because I learned that lesson, I can’t say more about what happened, even as little as I may be aware of. However, I feel I should say that, for sure, our Brothers from the Federation are here. They won’t tell you who they really are, nor all they know, nor what they are doing. Because it is too dangerous. For them. And for us.

In the years that followed, sightings throughout the southwestern and central regions of the Island became more frequent. As I would soon realize, conditions for easy telepathic contact were also there for the taking. All you had to do was ask. Talk to them, mentally. You would readily get answers, whether by signals (such as lights flashing) or in plain Spanish (or whatever language you could understand). 

If I may say so, I’ve been moved by how poetic our Brothers are. They obviously have a full understanding of aesthetics, of how Beauty conveys an edifying energy that nurtures your soul as much as the message enlightens your mind. I’ve had pilots from ships answer telepathically, in verse! Asking the pilot in the lead ship of a mega-squadron why did they risk so much on our behalf, the answer I received was: “’Tis LOVE, ‘tis the law of LOVE. When you love, when you ARE LOVE, you must give your Self in service. If we should for an instant fail, if we stepped back, we would fall, we would lose all.” 

Another time, a huge diamond-like ship hovering over the Caribbean sea, responded to my plea for a confirmation of their awareness of my presence, by alternately and smoothly contracting and expanding that incredibly brilliant white light until... it disappeared! It didn’t fly away. It didn’t dive into the ocean. It just could not be seen anymore. Family and friends around me refused to pay attention when I asked them to look at the ship, so they missed the whole episode. I understood, I enjoyed the experience, because I talked to them, i mentally asked them if this was for real, if they were there, if they could see me. They so elegantly satisfied my need to know, and so discreetly respected my friends’ fears. Yes, my friends admitted later that they had not looked out of fear.

Needless to say, along these years, I’ve seen my Being change and grow in many surprising ways. Particularly in terms of the prevalence of Peace and endurance amidst any amount of trials and normally distressing conditions and events. Suddenly I find myself keeping quiet more often, keeping still and receptive most of the time, feeling loved and accompanied all of the time, loving more deeply and more effectively as time goes by.

I truly hope my words may help other people open up to this LOVE. If everyone felt this joyful Peace not one more drop of blood would be shed, not one more tear, not one more discordance would rise up in the air. 

And it all seems so natural...