In order to better explain the origin of the information written in the following pages, it would be best for you readers to keep an open mind to the possibility that we humans, indeed, are not alone in the Universe; and that for certain, we are neither the most intelligent beings in our galaxy, nor are we the most caring.
There has been countless documented “abductions” that, according to the victims, the abductors have mostly been described as little gray men with big heads, and large almond shaped shiny black eyes. There have been, however, other descriptions of different looking beings; and these are the ones that have taken the time to teach me numerous facts directly connected to human’s emotions, reason, reactions, and even the point of human origins.
First, I must clarify to the readers of this booklet, that I have arrived at different conclusions that are totally personal. By this I mean that I am not attempting to propagate or even suggest that this is indeed the total truth, nor the only answer to all of human’s questions regarding Spirituality. It is definitely not my intention to start a “cult,” nor any other religious group of any sort. This booklet is meant to be a compilation of the information that was given to me under very unusual circumstances, and my hope is to get this material out to humanity in general. So, without further “ado,” I will attempt to relate all this to those who seek.
After my second death experience, I realized one fact: I was not to die until I had to die, and that was that! But what is the purpose of me being “chosen” as a vehicle of certain Spiritual, technical, scientific, and Metaphysical information? Why have these beings made clear to me to “radically expose” this particular information? How could I, a person that has experienced and partaken of vises to a point that almost destroyed me, relate to people my “conclusions” in a manner that would be understood, and even believed? In other words… “Why me?” (Oh boy…I guess I’ll try)
Let me start by giving you a little background of my life. I was born into a family of casino and military people. Ever since I was a child, I have always had a feeling of urgency, as if there was not enough time to do everything I had to do. During my childhood years, I had these “imaginary” friends, that played with me and flew me to different places where I never felt alone. Since my parents had divorced when I was five years old, my paternal grandparents raised me. I was moved from one place to another depending on where their profession took them. Those moves made it hard for me to make lasting friendships, and most of the time I spend and played by myself. Hence, my imaginary “friends” came into play.
Around the age of four or five, I remember telling my grandmother about my dreams of flying with Angels, and she used to tell me that my dreams were the result of me watching the movie “Peter Pan.” I would continually remind her that I had not seen the movie with my cousins, as had been planned a month earlier due to my cold. I did finally get to see the movie; yet my dreams were still the same as before, and there was no Peter Pan, no Wendy, and certainly no Tinkerbell in my dreams. My dreams stayed being the same. A blonde-haired lady “Angel” would hold me by my hand, giving me much comfort and love, and she would fly me hand-in-hand to this marvelous place. This place seemed to be made out of different colored glass and what fun I would have, playing with other children close to my age, and not having to be alone anymore!
Well, time passed, and I stopped having these dreams around the age of eight. Eventually, my family moved to the United States, I became a musician during “The Beatles’” era. At the age of fourteen, I learned about the crusades and the inquisition, so I wrote a letter to the Vatican telling them that I excommunicated myself from the catholic church, which I am still glad that I did. At nineteen, I found myself playing in a very popular rock band, and it was drugs – sex – and Rock and Roll!
In 1969 I had a bad experience with a certain rock-band that I was in, and after lots of urging by my family, I decided to get into the casino business. In 1972 I got married at twenty-two years of age, designed and built homes for speculation; made lots of money, had great casino jobs, and I became a regular yuppie (ugh).
In 1978 my first daughter was born with Appert’s Syndrome and turned my whole world upside down. I blamed myself for her malady due to the drugs I had liberally taken during the sixties, so I put myself through a battery of tests including three painful spinal taps. These tests revealed that it wasn’t my fault, that it had been a freak chance! One in a million were the odds the doctors gave me on her malady, so I went right back into heavy drug taking, and even heavier drinking. I ruined my marriage to a very decent woman, and subsequently denied the existence of a god in any manner, shape, or form!
I should also mention that during, and before that time, any kind of science fiction movies or programs of any kind totally disgusted me. Even the idea of extra-terrestrial beings, were to me a total absurdity, not to mention crazy! I even walked out of the movie “Starwars!”
In March of 1991 my world, as I knew it, was radically turned around!
I woke up at exactly 4:00:00 AM one morning, and I was remembering the most unusual dream I had ever experienced. It seems that during my dream-state, there appeared a white mist all around me. I remember looking up at five faces that were looking down at me. These individuals were all of very fair complection, had blonde, bright red, and white hair; and very light colored eyes. One of them, in particular, seemed older and wiser than the other four, was a female and looked to be in her early fifties, had bright blonde hair, and light crystal blue round-wide-opened eyes. She seemed to be the one in charge of the five; although there was a very big-muscled male that showed an intense seriousness in his facial expression; and seemed to be the one responsible for the safety of the group.
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