One of THOSE Calls
I’m really a skeptic at heart I suppose. I’ve experienced a lot and a lot I haven’t. Still I find even with the most bizarre and intense experiences I’ve had, I question others with the intensity of my own discovery process.
Truth is often shared agreements of the perception of reality. When the truth of experience or even just a desire to connect with life in such a way as to open our eyes, ears and heart happens, the agreement has been made.
On a Tuesday afternoon in mid-September 1991, I was going over some notes and received a phone call from one of my previous guests. She and her partner had worked with ETs and humans to remove etheric implant devices from them. Now granted, I thought it was a bunch of hooey to begin with as well.
In my investigations I’ve found many profess and few actually deliver. They proved to have some interesting abilities. I wouldn’t have believed it, except I saw it with my own inner eye as they demonstrated their work to me in process of preparing for their interview.
I went to their office on a gorgeous spring day. The temperature had already hit the 80s, normal for Phoenix in April. They were expecting me. We had a short conversation about the theme of the show and how I’d been encouraged to get to know them by another guest, a publisher of a multi-cultural magazine that served the corporate market. Mary and Royal invited me to experience their work first hand, so I joined them in their ‘healing room.’
The room had a massage table in the center, covered with a lavender colored sheet. Around the perimeter of the room were various candles and crystals, an incense burner and pictures of grand celestial scenes on the walls.
I took my shoes off and climbed on the table, lying on my back with my eyes closed. They told me they were going to scan my body for implants first. I didn’t think they would find any and they did not. However, they did detect an energy ‘block’ in my right knee.
Now I don’t normally ‘see’ things, but occasionally I do and even with a vivid imagination the visuals have a different ‘sense’ to them when my inner sight is activated. When they noted the ‘block’ in my knee I could see what appeared to be a swollen thigh, about twice the size of my left thigh. What happened next made me a believer.
I watched internally as I felt them place their hands on my knee. I saw what looked like violet laser lights coming from their eyes and going through their hands into my knee. The swelling in my thigh began to subside and I could feel a distinct change in the flow of energy through my leg. I have to say it was rather bizarre, but my experience was nevertheless real.
For some reason I was moved to try something new for me, too. I open my hands up and moved them to where I could direct energy from them toward their feet. I visualized sending light from my hands to their feet and up through their bodies. At the same instant they both stood straight up for a moment and then returned to a semi-bent over position they had previously.
I asked them if they just experienced something, noting their movement. Both Mary and Royal said they felt like they left their bodies for a moment and went up to a spaceship and then returned almost instantly. I told them what I had done. None of us could explain the apparent synchronous events beyond our individual perspectives, but it was obvious they were connected somehow. Strange indeed and we all just accepted that we experienced the event.
We did the show a couple of weeks later. My standard set of questions included how the guests were led to their work from both inner and outer perspectives. Each guest was different, of course, but they all had some form inner guidance that led them through the process.
A few months later I got a frantic phone call from Mary early in the afternoon. She was alone and she said I was the only one that came to mind to help her address the situation. Her partner had flown to Canada for a few days to take care of some personal business at the time. So, I listened to what she had to say.
Her voice was anxious, a bit confused and bewildered. She said there was a tall ET standing outside their office door, hunched over like he was injured in some way. She described him as a Zeta-looking figure, approximately 8 foot tall. She was having trouble communicating with him, she thought because of his unfamiliarity with the feminine energy perhaps. I had my own type of experience yet this kind of mid-day occurrence was new to me. I listened to her with a bit of skepticism yet, something rang true.
She asked me if I would come over as soon as I could to help with the situation. For some reason she felt like he intended for her to contact me immediately after she saw him outside the doorway. She had seen ETs before but this was new for her, too, and I could tell she wasn’t sure just what to do.
Well, I told her I’d be right over. It was about a 15 – 20 minute journey depending on traffic. I didn’t have anything else to do at the moment and thought it might be a nice diversion, whatever the ‘reality’ of the situation. My critical self did not want to accept that anything was actually happening, but after the session with them I was at least open to possibility.
I rolled a smoke along the way and pondered this event. If he was injured, and it was real, where was he hurt? Instantly I felt a sharp pain in my left hip joint, as though a spear had been run through it. I mean it HURT! My body doesn’t do obstinate things like that normally.
So, I began to loosen my skeptical spectacles.
What the heck could this be about?
Why was I called?
Are these guys really aware of who I AM?
Who the heck is this guy and what is he doing here of all places?
Then I got back to me… What AM I to do?
Hmmm…. I thought. Well, let’s just play it by ear and see what happens.
I pulled up behind the building, in front of their door. It was standing open and I could hear this woman inside. She met me at the doorway. I raised my eyebrow to her and she proceeded to explain what had happened so far.
This doorway was at ground level of an attached office in the rear of a 7 story office building that bordered Sunnyslope High School football field at the rear of the property, just a few meters from their door. There were a few trees along the fence line, in between the building and the ‘visitors’ bleachers that were about a hundred feet away.
This other-dimensional ET had shown up there appearing hurt and needing assistance. She said it took her a few moments to settle down as this was completely new to her. When she was able to communicate with him finally, he told her that she had done the right thing by calling me. He came there knowing that she would contact me.
It was me who he came to see specifically and he knew that she would be able to get me there. I was the only one that could assist him, both for triage and for something else he needed. That was all she knew.
I raised my eyebrow again, asking her to go on. She told me that she didn’t know much else at that point; the time of my journey was spent persuading him to come into the office and lay on the healing table.
She did say that he was not of this dimension, although he looked like a tall Zeta, with the large almond eyes. I asked her to show me in please.
As we walked through the door into the healing room (a small room with a couple of tables, some incense, an altar, and a massage table in the center of the room) I blinked my eyes.
Now, I don’t blink too often as it is. When I did, I was amazed at what I saw, even only if it was for just a moment… I clearly saw [it].
By ‘it’ I mean ‘him’… He was as tall as she’d said, with his feet hanging at least two feet beyond the end of the table. He was dressed in a grayish uniform and looked like something of a ranking officer by the tailoring of his uniform and its emblems, which I only remember vaguely now.
What I saw was not a Zeta, though. He was what some would call a Draconian. His head was wide and looked like a crocodile with straight teeth, well inside his ‘lips’, and a shorten snout, wider than they (crocs) are normally. I searched for an image close to what I saw and found one, but the eyes were a little wider and looking forward.
I wondered why she had seen a Zeta. Later she revealed her fears of the Dracs, so I was not surprised at his disguise toward her. They do have the ability to shape shift, you know, just as we do. Regardless, at the time I wondered why all I felt was that he was docile and needed attention. He truly was no threat.
She had established a conscious link with him by this time and I did not feel it necessary, so she related his answers to my questions as we proceeded. Before we did, though, it was necessary to stabilize his condition. His injury was in the precise place that I had felt the pain earlier, evidence that this was a ‘real’ multidimensional event and I had to let my skepticism loose.
Some part of me knew that there was much more to this happening than we knew. These things happen like that… when you least expect it. The normal questions were asked.. Who are you? What are you doing here? Where did you come from? ..that sort of thing.
The summation of the discussion was that he and his crew were assigned to watch us, myself and my close associations, and dissuade us from progressing in our work of figuring out how to bring a new heaven and a new earth about. His name, as close as we could get it in English, was Hurley. He was a commander of a 3-ship flotilla.
Why we got that much attention was beyond me. While they watched us… which had been a period of years… they were touched by our compassion, literally. By this time I was also carrying on a telepathic conversation with him beyond the one I was having through Mary-Margareht.
Hurley explained that at first they felt it as incongruent to them; this new sensation. They were logic-driven creatures with mission focus their only direction and task. They were basically devoid of emotions. I thought how that might be nice for humans at times, only not for anything destructive; just for what needed to be done.
Their own natural process took over when they began questioning themselves about why we acted in such unconditional ways. It was completely foreign to them. As they pondered, a spark began to burn in their hearts, even though they were not initially aware of the shift.
Their understanding of compassion grew from there and brought them to a new living awareness that they could not deny. Now for a logic-driven specie this was hard to compute, to internalize, as it defied what they knew about ‘reason.’
Reasonably so, they began to question their own mission and why they were sent to thwart ours, if that were indeed the case. During our conversation he revealed that they knew I was the son of Ashtar and Athena and that is why they had been dispatched. He was a member of what we would call their High Council as well. Sounds too much like Star Trek, huh?
As I mentioned earlier, the woman and her partner were adepts at removing etheric implants. They had worked with humans and ETs for some time. That much was obvious to me. The woman still did not know of his Draconian appearance as I had assumed she could see the same as me.
I found out years later that again, the axiom had applied. I assumed wrong. If he had shown himself in his true form, she would have not been able to deal with the situation as she was predisposed to the ‘Dracs’ as being a ‘bad’ race of beings to be treated with disdain and distrust.
From all the stories of Zacharia Sitchin about the Annunaki, true or not, I can see how that mentality could filter through the public perspective very quickly. Nefarious news, no matter its validity, travels so quickly through the thoughtmosphere. This is something that needs to change, although it may never.
I find that most information and ‘stories’ portray them as being some kind of controlling race that is hell-bent on taking over the Earth. If that were the real case, they have had the capability of doing that for a long, long time. Even if they had particular needs for their survival, they had not demonstrated such an ‘antagonist’ role to me.
Humans are used to the literary polarities and often carry them over into whatever reality they may be interacting. Of course, I’ve also seen quite a number of ‘true forms’ when gazing into the eyes of another for such purpose, but the Dracs have never seemed that intimidating to me.
Hurley went on to say that he and his crew had attacked the etheric implant facility that was being used for Earth and the surrounding territory. They destroyed it and in the ensuing battle he was injured.
Rank Hath Its Privileges
As a member of the High Council, he was both feared and revered and the normal protocols of the facility were lessened at his approach. They had left quickly, destroying their communication and tracking systems on board their ships so they could not be tracked. I wondered how this action, the dissension, would move through their culture.
After their attack and equipment damage, telepathy was used for ship-to-ship communication. They proceeded to our location in order to carry out his next intentional move that had been prompted by their heart-centered awakening. I can only imagine the freedom and fright that simultaneously rose within them all, a new living awareness indeed.
He had his own internal realizations and transformations that he knew to be connected with something far greater than he, but like anyone he was in the dark as to how to proceed. It took him several years of observation, and even attempted interventions with me, before his observations changed his previous thinking and mental constructs of cultural upbringing and duty-driven lifestyle of his command.
Understanding this and my connection to the Ashtar Command and the Galactic Federation as commander of the New Jerusalem, he knew that their next step would be to contact me; however that was to be achieved. He knew their sudden appearance would cause confusion.
Mary-Margareht was the solution because of her openness to the next level of hearing and sight, whether she would respond well was another concern. It was also a most appropriate location because of the space and the fact that she would reach out to me as a result. I can be a little thick-headed and unavailable at times, even with the communication upgrades installed.
According to Hurley, they came straight here to contact me and ask for permission to board the New Jerusalem and join the Federation. He said I was the only one that could grant them that permission. He knew it would be the beginning of massive changes within their domain, but that in time it would cascade through their culture.
The New Jerusalem? I hadn’t heard that for years.
The whole thing made my head spin. Knowing of my celestial heritage and the New Jerusalem did not make it any easier to manage on a conscious level at all. I wouldn’t have dreamed this scenario in a thousand years, yet here it was in my face. There was definitely another ‘part’ of me that became present in this process; a leadership in the midst of chaos.
So, I did what I felt anyone perceived to have that authority would do… I gave permission, with stipulations. It was time to bring the regions of time and space together as ONE. I did not know how long it would take to move through the rank and file, but something inside me knew it would. By this time I had been engaged in this conversation for nearly an hour.
From the beginning of our conversation I had Mary-Margareht stand at his feet and assist the flow of energy from his feet into the ground as I sat at his head and sent energy through his crown, into his body and out his feet in order to stabilize his condition. The bridging of worlds from ours to theirs with my energy, vibrationally, had a healing effect on him.
I left shortly after wondering what the heck had really just happened. It was not a lucid dream. It was waking consciousness. My rational mind was having a hay day with the processing of this event. There was no one to talk to, no one to confer with and certainly no one who understood.
It was the middle of the afternoon in uptown Phoenix and I was completely in awe for hours afterward! How the heck was I supposed to deal with this and carry on with a ‘normal’ life? Do you think there was anyone (outside of that experience) I could have talked to that wouldn’t think I was crazy?