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| I am writing this "Epilogue" in order to relate to you other events that have happened ever since these experiences "came down upon my head!" I have been told by some friends of mine that are the founders of the “Earth Mother-Father Foundation” in Sedona, that even though it seems that my contact experiences started early in my life due to my dreams of flying with a blonde haired lady, there is a probability that my death experience triggered the “transportation/contact” by the ET’s. They also mentioned that maybe I was “chosen” due to my weird life experiences coupled with my attitude towards life, that prompted me to a suicide attempt which resulted in my near-death experience when I was resuscitated by emergency personnel. I don’t consider that second time a death experience, since I was only “gone” for a couple of minutes. Whereas on the first one caused by the accident in 1985, one doctor reported my death as lasting nineteen minutes, while a second doctor reported me “gone” for twenty-seven minutes… imagine that! I remember the first-one with a “touch” of humor, due to the sequence of events that I experien-ced. First of all, I remember coming back into my body and opening my eyes only to see something covering me. It was the plastic bag, and I was laying on something that was vibrating. It seems that I was being taken to the “meat-locker” and the vibrations was the rolling gurney underneath me. I remember sitting up on the gurney and hearing someone yell out something I couldn’t understand. I remember looking behind me and seeing a guy wearing light-blue coveralls sitting on the floor with his eyes as wide as two dinner plates and his mouth hanging open. After that I must have passed out because the next thing I remember is waking up in the I.C.U. with all sorts of tubes in and out of my arms and mouth, and bandages wrapped around and covering my face and left eye. As I was looking at the ceiling I noticed a hand snapping it’s fingers and moving from left to right in front of my eye. As I looked to my right there was a doctor sitting next to my bed looking at me closely while snapping his fingers. With a raspy sounding voice, I proceeded to ask him why he was snapping his fingers, which brought out a very surprised response from him saying that I could talk. I said that of course I could talk, and why should it be otherwise. He said to me that I shouldn’t be able to talk, or breath on my own, or even for me to be able to see, since I had been dead for too long in order for my brain to be able to function. I answered that I grew up during the 1960’s and therefore I had no brain cells left! He started laughing really loud and proceeded to call in the nurse telling her to get in touch with some doctor whom later I found out, had been the plastic surgeon that reconstructed my face and re-attached my nose! That memory, I must admit, still makes me laugh! I want to thank Ardeth M. for suggesting that I should also write about everything that has happened to me in the "interim" between Contacts. The main reason being, that while I was going through the Contacts, I was also doing some "UFO" research on my own; and while doing so I manage to get myself into a few situations that I could have done without. The only problem is... I don't know where to start! Soon after the "Bedroom Contact" written about in the Second Contact, I started calling around town to see if I could find someone that was involved in UFO research, or even a UFO support group. Fortunately, my ufologist friend, Chris B. was very helpful in opening doors for me on my newly acquired "quest." He introduced me to Cynthia Ozzuma. Cynthia had a local talk show in Las Vegas on the then KLAV Radio Station. The name of her show was "UFO Tunes." That was Perfect! After meeting with her and letting her read my First Contact “To the Chosen…” she asked me to be a guest on her radio show. I accepted, and proceeded to get myself ready for the show. Somehow, I managed to muster up some courage, and decided to tell all without any type of rehearsing. I settled into the idea of letting my newly found “Star-Guides” direct my speech while relating the story and answering questions from the callers. During that show, I remember having very interesting callers. Most of them where very curious about how all this experience of mine came to be. Some of them were victims of abductions by the “Grays.” I remember one lady caller claiming that she was being made love to by an ET “Reptilian.” (Wow!) There was one caller, however, whom I shall never forget. This man was obviously a “reborn-christian” whom had one mission in life. That mission was to try and convert anybody and everybody, and for them to turn their life over to Christ. I consider that to be a very admirable and hard task. The pattern that I have seen this type of person follow is usually the same. They have been ignored by so many people and even ridiculed, that I think they unconsciously breed this “inside-anger” which reminds me of a contained pressurized “steam-kettle” that is ready to explode. So, they come across almost in an offensive manner by having so much anger inside. Anyway, as he was damning me for my beliefs, I managed to pacify him a little and asked him the $64,000.question… First, I started by asking him what his favorite sports car was, which really took him by surprise, but he did answer the question. He answered that it was a Lamborghini. Then I proceeded to say: “Let’s say that I give you that Lamborghini. Let’s also say that when I give you this car you are not alone but you have another eleven friends with you at the time. Let’s also say that along with the car, I also give you a two-way radio; a lap-top computer; a big-screen TV with a VCR; a radar; a sonar; a real laser gun; a completely equipped surgical room, along with all of the special instruments that would allow any type of surgery, specially resuscitation equipment. I would also supply a complete ‘emergency-medical-kit’ including all of the technical equipment, medicines, x-ray, and antibiotics; a 44 magnum pistol; a 50 caliber modern “gattling” rapid-fire machine gun; a rocket launcher; a 45 cal. Mach-10; a helicopter; an F-15 Jet Fighter; an army tank; biological-warfare components; ten million rounds of ammunition for all of the armory; and last, but not least… an atomic reactor and an atomic-bomb! At this time let us also say that I put you, along with your eleven friends, inside of a ‘Big Bubble Time-Machine’ and you land in the middle of Egypt ten-thousand years ago. How, or what, would you think that the people of those ancient times would consider all of you to be?” There was close to a 12 second pause, after which he almost grudgingly answered… “Well, I guess they would call us gods!” (Next caller!) Two years later, another person that I met through Chris B. was Catel. She had another call-in radio talk show on the same local radio station. It was all pretty much the same. The main difference was that at the time I was involved in taking an “all-included-tour” to Sedona, Arizona; so we spoke about the tour for a while, and then the conversation steered towards the content of my channeling. By that time I was deep into the middle of the Fourth Contact (“Polarities”). She has since become one of my best friends. She is a very good real healer, a real psychic, and a real medium as well! Her show was called Star-date 2000. I had a great time being the guest in her show. The funny thing was that there was another “bible-thumping” caller on her show as well! Since my first analogy during Cynthia’s show had worked so well that I decided to use it again and the answer I got from this caller was the same… he answered: ”Huh… I guess they would consider us to be gods.” Okay, right there, that showed me that I was on the right track. What do you think…? Do you now understand why I had to get into UFO research? So much for that! ~ AREA-51 ~ (Groom Lake, Nevada) I had a very excruciating experience when some friends and I decided to go to the town of Rachel, Nevada. By the way, in 1997, the Governor of Nevada renamed the highway to Rachel “The Extra-terrestrial Highway!” Rachel is next to AREA-51. You know… the base that is “not supposed” to be there? That base is where my friends and I wanted to go looking around, hoping to see some of the much talked-about strange events that are so familiar with the area. Okay, let me completely relate to you what happened: After arriving in Rachel, and having a bite to eat at the “Little Alie-Inn,” Chris, Girn, Misha and I, decided to go beyond the famous “black mailbox” and kept going up the road towards a hill, and over to a place where one can have a straight-shot view of Groom Lake and the buildings from the base (that’s not supposed to be there). We had taken three 35mm cameras with zoom lenses, field glasses, a video cam, and camouflage outfits… we were ready! |
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