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not so alien: space visitors making comfortable contact

about one person in every hundred hears voices. sometimes these are associated with visions. usually these are mere disturbances, but sometimes they become significant and meaningful, and when that happens, all sorts of spirit guides and helpers are there to help you on your way. if all goes well, you’re a seer, and as such, very useful to beings such as fairies and ghosts who wish to be known, and especially to the space people, who come in ufos to help us in our evolution as a planet with an intergalactic future.

when you attract their attention, you are subtly assessed for the qualities they need you to have for the work they will do with you. and if you are able and willing to attune, they become kindly teachers, skilled doctors, and affectionate friends.

this isn’t what happens for most ‘abductees’ – most are trapped in their own neurotic paranoid fear and the gentlest approach of the space people throws them into nightmarish dream-states of their own imagining. this has given the space people a bad press – yet they must continue their search and make friendly contact. for me it took many years, although I was never afraid, and was acutely aware of the action of my own neurotic dread, throwing up screens of reverie to block high-strangeness until I could bear it easily.

there are many reasons why it was easier for me than for most others. I had spent long years in ‘primal’ therapy clearing my soul of the snarls and wrangles resulting from a traumatic childhood, and had practiced transcendental meditation, lived for a year in a pyramid, practiced austerities in a wilderness and was already in telepathic communion with the aborigine ghosts and spirits of the land. they had helped me to open my mind to the kind of telepathy their people had always enjoyed, and that had awakened my inherited fairy shamanism, and the fairies (winged diminutives) had further bridged the telepathy gap between myself and the space people.

but when I reached them, or they reached me, it was they more than anyone who, using tools and technology all their own, expanded my mind to permit the telepathic exchanges and views and clairaudient hearing that they so need to establish useful communication with us here on earth.

understandably their first need was to explain to me the reason for the horrifying accounts given by most of the highly publicized abductees.
diag 1

the diagram explains.
• zone a is astral perception.
• zone b is responding and interpreting.
• zone c is everyday consciousness
we all have a complete set of astral senses but few people have the neurology to connect their astral awareness to our ordinary consciousness. it’s a bridge that, given the neuroplasticity of the brain, can easily be achieved, though it takes commitment and sustained enthusiasm for the work. the space people know how to actually coax our neurology to connect our astral with our ordinary vision. this floods the mind with sensations and perceptions that can be frightening if the person it’s happening to panics, goes into denial, and hallucinates horrors. they told me a lot more about the way the mind does this, tapping into paranoia (peripheral knowing) as well as paranoid delusion (being wrong about peripheral sensations) to block the scary input with manageable though terrifying psycho-dramas generated from the person’s own subconscious mind.

so don’t believe the horror stories. the space people are quite simply quite nice people. they’d do anything to allay our fears. they want to turn fig 1 into this:
diag 2

I first became aware that they were in my life during the 1980s, when there was an alignment of the planets associated with a blossoming of consciousness on our planet. it was also easy for the space ships to reach us from outside the galaxy. they were listening to me as I considered what I thought were the odds that the ‘accident’ of life on earth would ever occur on another planet, that if it did it would repeat the patterns and forms of life on earth, and that if it did, it would ever be abundant enough for individual planets to find each other. I was chatting away to myself and my human astral companions about the impossibility of it happening to me when I became aware that it was happening and that they, both space-people and human-like astrals were steering my trains of thought towards real conversation with them. they explained that no planet is a species of one. just as the only dog on the farm might wonder if there were any other dogs in the world, so we are unaware of the multitudes of extradimensional and extraterrestrial human-like beings all over the universe, many of them waiting for responses from us to their overtures of goodwill.

it took only a few days of constant contact with them, during which I did not sleep at all but only rested my mind in quietness for a few moments at a time, for me to receive from them a massive communication that took me years to download to my conscious mind. I understood it in its entirely when I received it, but as it went through the processes of my psyche, I lost most of it, remembering only fast fading fragments, as one sometimes forgets a dream after awakening. it surfaced again slowly and reformed itself over the next several years, only retrieved after many careful processes of mind and soul in which I was carefully guided to check the veracity of every detail I seemed to recall, the relevance, accuracy, context and sense, and I can only say that I truly believe that the account I now have of them is fairly accurate in many cases, and anyway, nearer to the reality than anything I’ve yet seen written.

they talked to me about their planet, the moon and our planet, as if they were people. gaia was welcoming her space friends with mixed joy and fear, as demonstrated by the mixed emotions of the human response to their ufos. I called the planet ampusta, a name which sticks in my mind, but I don’t know if it is their word or mine. they use words freely, and I think it is natural to them to do so. gaia knows and loves ampusta. they compared their relationship with earth to Miss Taylor’s relationship to Emma woodhouse in Jane Austin’s novel Emma. Miss Taylor was the vivacious Emma’s governess, plain but kind and wise in her way, and Emma was fond of her, though glad to be independent. they told the story wittily and affectionately, and helped me to construct a number of paper planets to demonstrate the dynamic.

they spoke of an ancient quarrel. they had been shocked to find gaians ‘abusing’ the sacred gift of music, spontaneously singing and chanting for fun and even playing flutes just for the sheer joy of it. they were shocked because to them music is powerful magic meant for therapeutic purposes and major magic humans aren’t yet ready for. they tried to forbid our ancient ancestors but certain ascended masters intervened and persuaded them to learn from their pupil planet instead. this they explained was why, when I first met them, I kept singing ‘doh, a deer, a female deer,’ without knowing why it was so stuck in my mind. it seems something in me was teasing them! they can enjoy our music now and eagerly learn our songs – from their contactees, and by watching our television and internet.

when I asked where they were located they referred me to the Beatle’s ‘glass onion’. they said their planet was small, multi-dimensional and far less colourful than ours, and had a well-developed astral plane, but no life remaining on its material plane. ours has seven planes including an astral one which they can colonise and be comfortable on. their planet’s planes more nearly match some of the four invisible planes of the moon, so they have a great affinity with the flying fairies and often appear as diminutives, among groups of trouping ‘little people’ who accompany them with great pride. they’re less frightening that way, even relaxed and friendly, and I’ve held a clear vision of them for several minutes one evening, with the full moon flooding down and the summer stars blazing away overhead.

in an article this short there’s no way I can touch on everything they’ve told me. perhaps the most important things they said were reassuring. they talked about being ‘alien’, teasing me for being unaware that my beloved pet dog was less ‘human’ than they are. so there was no reason to be making such a fuss. it’s not such a scary bridge to cross. and of course, they helped me to understand them as emotional, kindly, moral beings, friendly to our planet, sorry for our fear, and very excited to be with us.