Your Turn

To My Readers:

Several months ago, I asked for people to write down their true accounts of UFO sightings, interventions, and some simple thoughts about the subject, in general.  I have re-posted that request several times since then.  I was hoping to have many, many positive stories of this nature to share.

The only brave individuals willing to share their stories are listed below.  I was going to publish these accounts on the 4th of July, but decided to do it today, instead.

You might notice the “tags” that I have listed above, and the diversity of topics I have covered by listing them.  In reality, all of these topics are related to each other.

And, all of them are related to these stories.

Please attempt to discern, for yourself, their relationship to each other.  And, to these stories.  And, finally, to your personal life and existence.  There is a key to your own truth within these tags, our history, and this particular subject.

Thank you to the following, brave writers, who dare to share these truthful accounts.  Click on their names, to see if their website is included.

Mine, is last:

It really happened in Southern Maryland when I was a teenager – close to Andrews AFB, but out into the country a ways. We were driving down the road and it looked like the moon was doing circles in the sky, full moon. The entire neighborhood was drawn out of their homes, there were at least 50 people there. It landed in a large gravel pit quite close to my home.

Some people came out, looking very human, but really tall with rectangular beards like Babylonian kings. They took a couple of people back onto their ship with them, sadly I wasn’t one of them. Of course, they didn’t keep them it was just to have a look around. The whole thing seemed like a diplomatic mission, if you will. These people were very kind and friendly from what we could tell, not at all frightening. Strange as it may seem, it was a happy kind of event.

The burn mark stayed for years, for all I know it’s still there. It was checked by official looking people in protective suits. Apparently it wasn’t dangerous, or maybe they didn’t care if it was. Nobody got sick so there was likely no radiation. I don’t know what will burn stones. Not long after the event only a couple of us would even speak of it, adults and children alike. The folks in the neighborhood didn’t quite say “you’re crazy,” but they gave the scowl if you brought it up. You know the scowl I’m sure.

A large number of people had an exceptional personal experience, some folks had even taken pictures (I don’t know what happened to those), but they self-regulated it out of their consciousness. I don’t know why. Weird world, IMO.

Sylvie

Hi Teresa,

For what it’s worth, here’s a brief ET account. You can use it or not. And I have no problem using my name in connection with it.

In 1999, at the age of 39, I discovered I could channel. I described it in my journal of the day as follows:

I feel as though my consciousness is severed in two – as though I have my conscious thoughts and as well, with very little effort, I can somehow locate my subconscious thoughts – an independent thought process that gives me a point of view that seems entirely foreign and separate from my conscious thoughts.

Two months later, exhausted after a long and stressful week of work, I felt a sudden urge to channel. For reasons unknown, I decided to seek guidance on this occasion from an ET.

So, where would you like to begin? I heard.

I suppose I should begin by asking your name, I responded.

Call me Zorgon.

Zorgon? What does Zorgon mean?

It means one who has suffered.

Can I ask what you have suffered?

Of course – countless generations of human suffering. I am responsible, in many ways, for the plight of the human race. Your suffering is my suffering.

Did you expect that somehow it would be different? That we would have followed a different course than we have?

Yes and no. When it all began for me, about 100 million years ago, there was a great expectation that yours, the human experiment, would be the GREAT experiment. It offered a lot of hope; hope for the future of our own race. Now, 100 million years later, we are still hopeful, but the experiment is far from over. You are complicated beings.

And thus began a wonderful friendship with an ET spirit-guide. I learned a lot – mostly about myself. Though I also learned a few things about my friend – like home for him was Alpha Centauri, and he loved life. “Life is a blessing,” he said, “A remarkable spirit-filled existence of joy.” Nine years later, just like it all began, one day I discovered I could no longer channel. And that was that. I could no longer hear my friend’s beautiful reassuring words, but I was okay with that. We had nine wonderful years together, and besides, he once told me he had always been with me, and always would be.

Mathew Hart

I witnessed three times at the same time (10:15 pm) more or less, an ufo when I was in Haiti. The first time I saw it, I thought it was a strange way of moving, so slow and then so quick and then floating, very far in the distance and then just disappeared very quickly from my sight. The following night I saw it again, I used to sit down on a chair in the garden. I checked the time. And again the next day, I sat on that chair and waited. It came at the same time 10 fifteen pm more or less, I don’t remember the exact time. But then, I realized that it was an ufo, because it would make the same exact movements. Then, the next day, I was listening to the cuban radio and on the news it was said that an unknown object had been seen at (a time that was correct, since Cuba and Haiti are neighbors) but there it was seen a bit earlier or later. Can’t remember this. Then, after I heard these news, I waited for the night to come. But the object did not appear anymore.

In 1980 -1981 I was on a terrace, the last flat upstairs, sunbathing. I felt as if someone was throwing arrows crossing my upper head. I could hear a noise like bzzzzzzz, and I felt that it could not be possible because nobody was allowed there. The arrows continued and then I thought that a kid was playing a trick to me. I stood up and saw nobody. Then I went on the floor again and could see them very quickly passing by. But I think they were not ufos, because later on, years later I read about these sort of planes that become invisible (?) to the radars. I saw the design and I realized they were the same ones. What puzzled me was that although these artifacts were very far, it looked as if they were little arrows almost touching my body.

Maryam

Dear Teresa,

It took a while but here is my account of witnessing my first ufo.  Frankly, I typed up another and promptly lost it and had to start all over.

In the October of 2003, I participated in the “Do you wish that we show up” consciousness group wherein we sent a mental “yes” to a group who claimed they are from another planet.  I don’t know if you heard of this group, but for clarification, here is the link:

http://www.goodworksonearth.org/do_you_wish_that_we_show_up.html

On a early November night in Charlotte, North Carolina, I was listening to music on my back porch and watching the stars and air traffic from Charlotte Douglas airport.  I am familiar with all kinds of air traffic after watching them fly over my house for 15 years.  I had been listening to Neil Young for quite a while and went inside to play “War of Man” one more time.  This song reminds me of my father who died when I was 13 years old.  It reminds me of him because he was a warrior to the end, and knew the horrors of war having served on the front lines in Korea.  It also reminds me of our shared passion for horses.  If you haven’t heard Neil sing it, here’s the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdIgZtdonBk

The song was playing as I stepped out on the back porch and immediately looked straight up.  As I did, I saw three round circles that were light gray against the night sky.  They appeared to be as large as a circle in a typical basketball court.  They were moving quickly in a northwest direction.  I could see stars between them as they moved together in a triangle formation toward the horizon.

When they got to a distant point on the horizon they appeared to go through some sort of slot and each one disappeared.  I would liken this slot to an old-fashioned washing machine roller that squeezed water from the clothes as you feed it through the rollers.  When the circular objects went through this slot, they rolled up and over before they disappeared.

I was shocked but thrilled.  I never felt any fear – just amazement.  I knew for certain that ufo’s are visiting this planet.  I don’t know if my participation in submitting a “welcome thought” to them is the reason I was able to see them.

I’ve read plenty of reports of similar type ufo’s but have never read anything close to the unique exit these objects made.  In addition, the “exit” these objects took is in the area of a nuclear power plant in northwest Charlotte.

Obviously, I’ve put many things together to try to understand and find meaning in what I saw.  Let me know if you have any questions about it.

Cordially,

Beth

The following story altered the course of my life in such a way that I was left speechless for several years after witnessing the following events.

Somewhere in the midst of Desert Storm, I was living in a small house on the edge of a non-descript neighborhood in Hampton Roads. It was in this house that my life changed forever after awakening one summer morning with a terrible sore throat, and the distinct taste of rubber in my mouth. I found this odd, only because of the dream I had had the night before.

I had been lying on an operating table, and doctors (of some sort) were around me. They were concerned about the condition in my abdomen, and had inserted a small rubber tube down my throat, apparently investigating the contents of my stomach. I didn’t recognize the doctors as being “human,” nor the instruments they were using, but was assured they were simply trying to help me. In the dream, it was concluded that they couldn’t do anything for me, and I was released. It must be noted that, at that time, I was having digestive problems, which later developed into such a major issue I was subsequently hospitalized for a month.

After rising the next morning, noting the condition of my throat, coinciding with the dream, I called my husband and told him what had happened. He laughed, and thought it was ironic, but suggested that I had constructed the dream to match the foul taste in my mouth, implying that perhaps I had eaten something that had an “aftertaste” of rubber which simply resulted in a nightmare. I had to agree with him, as it was logical. I laughed, hung up the phone and attempted to forget about the whole matter.

Unfortunately, there would be no way this matter could be forgotten.

In a short period of time after that conversation, my dog scratched at the back door. When I opened the door to let her out, I noticed something that has perplexed me to this day.

My backyard had been burned – in sections. There were three blackened strips approximately 50 yards long, ending under a tree – right under my bedroom window. They came diagonally from one corner of the yard, cutting right through a wash line, to the other corner, leading to my house. In the corner adjacent to these strips, were 3 blackened circles. One of these circles was the size of a small children’s swimming pool. The other was the size of a barrel, and the smallest being about the size of a half-dollar. These circles were close to each other, forming their own design by their placement. (Within the smallest circle, was a twig, which had been burned in half.)

Needless to say, I was puzzled. I may have first returned to the phone to alert my husband, or I may have made the first call to the city administration. In whatever order the phone calls were made, within a few hours I was standing in my back yard with an elderly gentleman from the City of Hampton, who simply scratched his head and appeared as puzzled as I was. For the next several days, my yard was investigated by city officials, neighbors, friends and family, none of which could come up with a plausible explanation as to why my yard was now resembling a piece of artwork accomplished with blow torches. Even more, no one could figure out why someone would take the time to do such a thing, much less how they were able to use such precision in doing so.

After exhausting all resources available to me at that time, and attempting to ignore the dream, which had accompanied the condition of my yard, I put the matter aside as much as I could, until the following year.

After the grass had died away in the winter, and returned in the spring, those black marks disappeared, only to be replaced with yet another reminder of the incident. In that spring, all the areas that had been burned the year beforehand had turned “blue.” Now, my yard had 3 blue strips and 3 blue circles. The color was faint, but distinctly a shade of blue. Two years later, when visiting this house after having moved to another city, those strips and circles were a light shade of silver.

It would have been easy, at this point, to put the matter to rest. Unfortunately, this was not possible. One evening, I happened to be turning the channels on the television and landed on a program, which was one of the first of its kind at that time. In those days, the word “alien” was fairly new, especially when it was combined with artwork of what was referred to at that time as “grays.”

I imagine my blood ran cold when I recognized these “grays” from my dream. I had spent so much time trying to forget the experience, that I hadn’t wanted to remember who it was standing around me during that “medical procedure” years earlier. I recall pointing to the television screen and feeling slightly numb. Although, in my dream, these beings were the same shape as “grays,” they weren’t gray at all. They were white. And, they were much taller than what I was seeing in the artwork depicted on this television program.

But, that wasn’t the biggest difference between my dream and how these grays were being depicted. It was very clear to me, in my dream, that these “aliens” were not only gentle and kind, but were sincerely attempting to help me. I didn’t feel any more violated by the procedure, than I do in a doctor’s office. And, truthfully, I felt more compassion from these “aliens” than I have ever felt from a human doctor – since that day.

Update: In 2004, I had another dream. My husband was having an amusing discussion with one of these “people” at our kitchen table. The subject was turtles. Not the animals, but the candies that consist of pecans, caramel and chocolate which resemble a “turtle.”

My husband, during the conversation with the visitor, mentioned that he had been saving these candies for the visitor’s mate. But, the visitor did not understand that his mate was being offered candies – not actual turtles. He leaned his head from side to side, as my husband tried to explain the difference. Finally, he understood.

“Ah! You make joke on me. You make joke on me!” He laughed. He thought it was being suggested that his mate would be interested in eating animals – instead of candy.

The next morning, we found a turtle on our back step, totally covered with mud, resembling the candy. Never, before that day, were any turtles found in our back yard. And, never since that day.

It must be noted that within 2 minutes of our discovery of this turtle, it vanished.

Teresa Silverthorn