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| Sandy Hansen Deceased |
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Hi
my name is Sandy. Unlike most of my friends I always believed in UFO’s and it
never occurred to me that there was not life on other planets. From my earliest
childhood memories I can recall that my favorite past time was gazing up at the
stars longing to go home, never quite feeling like I fit in. All my life I
wondered why I was here. I knew that even though I was a wife, a mother and had
a career that there was something else that was very important that I had to
do. The answer was a long time in coming and is in fact still unraveling for
me.
One
day in 1987 I went to my first meeting and was introduced to our study group.
Although I had studied and read books on UFO’s and the paranormal since early
childhood I did not start putting the pieces of the puzzle together until I
connected with this study group. There was a person I met that first night that
was shockingly familiar. I knew her personality, mannerisms and her soul. As it
turns out she is the purest channeler I have ever seen and I have seen plenty
of them. That very first night this woman channeled and I was re-introduced to
our alien contacts. Although this should have freaked me out or at least have
been unbelievable to me that I was speaking to aliens it was not only
comfortable but entirely believable. It was like coming home. I knew I had
found my truth and reality. I still have no doubts.
I
have been fortunate to have contact with higher evolved, spiritual aliens who
are here to help earth people spiritually transition into a more spiritual
vibrational world of the future. Their God is the same God that people of earth
refer to as the Creator. I don’t consider
myself special or chosen. I feel that I am one small piece of the puzzle as is
everyone on earth. It
is my opinion that we are heading into some dark and troubled times. I know
that part of my mission at this time is to simply and humbly spread the same
message that our ET friends do and that is to share love, light, compassion and
hope with everyone and to serve God through our service to mankind.
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| Awakening Vision
This
was my first vision during a meditation. I was
fully
awake although my eyes were closed. The
vision
started with a single, closed red rose. Slowly
the
rose unfolded and opened until it was a fully
opened
and prefect red rose. This signified my
awakening
and occurred only weeks after attending
my first meeting in
1987.
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Gather the Wheat
This
1988 meditation vision was of a barn and wheat
field. I was told that it was time to gather in
the wheat. To me, this meant to help people come
back to God for there was not much time left
for them and this planet as we know it now.
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| Vision of Harold |
This
is a man we call Harold. He is a guide of a member
of our study group. I saw him in my meditation.
I was awake, sitting in a chair with my
eyes closed. It took me about a year and a half
to figure out what it was that I couldn’t remember.
Something was nagging me about this
vision. Finally I remembered there were no
whites
in his eyes. They were solid colored and the
color of the ocean around the Bahamas. Blue-green
or green-blue depending where you looked.
They seemed to change like the ocean. He was very
serious and did not smile. He came in my vision from a profile, then turned to
face me. He has on a uniform of the Federation.
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On
August 5th 1989 our study group members along with some friends of
ours with like interests in UFOS and aliens went camping. We choose a Yogi Bear
Campground a short drive West of where we live. We had a spacious camp site and
there was a thick woods behind us. Because we knew that several people that
weekend would be channeling we were camped at the end of a long road for
privacy reasons. There was an open field across from us with no campsites on
it. This afforded a beautiful and open sky for sky watching.
One
of our friends brought her German Sheppard with her. The dog would go from
person to person sitting around the campfire begging for food and attention. I
was sitting in my camp chair facing the woods and as the evening wore on I
noticed that the dog would go deeply into the woods and not return for long
periods of time. By this time the woods was a black wall so I could not see
very fall into it. I didn’t say anything to anyone for a while about this but
the hair on the back of my neck was standing straight up. I was on full alert
as I felt, rather than saw, someone monitoring us. I suspected that the dog was
going to the agents in the woods and being fed treats to keep him friendly. Others started noticing the disappearing dog
and the amount of time he was missing so during the channeling we asked if
there was someone in the woods monitoring us. The reply was yes.
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| Ice Skating Memory
This
is a memory of my guide and I ice skating
onboard the Peace Ship.
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| Followed by a Shooting Star |
1.
While
traveling South on Hwy 45--just outside
Oshkosh-- I saw a ball of a Light
with
a long tail. It passed in front of and very
close to my windshield. (2 ft.) This is
what
we call a shooter. It's sort of like a shooting
star but shoots sideways or up
which
is unlike a falling star. It was white and
sparkled like a sparkler.
2. I then turned west onto Hwy GG.
Shortly after
turning the corner, a blue shooter
followed
parallel to my car for what seemed like
forever and then just disappeared.
3. As I approached Hwy 110 another
white, sparkling shooter shot up across the sky in front of my car. This made
me so happy. I knew it was my guide letting me know he was there. We see
these nearly every time we spend any amount of time outside in the evening
looking up.
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In
July of 1993 during our weekly meeting at my house we were speaking to our
alien contacts while Bonnie channeled. I asked if our homes were bugged by the
United States Government. Our contacts replied that all of our homes were
bugged. I had suspected this for some time. I started listing off places in my
home that I thought the bugs were placed. “Is there one in the TV, stereo
system, and my bedroom? “ That is correct” they replied. I was about to list
off a few more places I thought a bug may be planted when my husband returned
home causing the channeling session to be cut short. The question of our homes being bugged was asked again in a
channeling session in September of 1998 and again it was reaffirmed.
We are friendly and
open people who are willing to share most everything we know. It’s difficult
for us to understand why anyone would want to play the cloak and dagger games
that our government does. We have often said, “Knock on our door and we’ll
invite you and tell you everything we know.”
But then, our government would probably have to admit that UFO’S and
aliens exist.
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| Space Cat |
1) One evening my daughter and I found a palm-sized kitten under my hood. We had heard it crying. I could not take the kitten into our home as my husband is allergic to cats. The kitten was sitting on a non-moving part on the engine of
my car under the hood.
2) We put the kitten in the crotch
of a tree in our front yard. We hoped its mama would hear it crying and
come to retrieve it. The next morning it was still there, so my husband took it
to the local pound. I cried in sympathy thinking they would put it to sleep. I
love animals and it was so small.
3) A week later, I saw this cat in my
meditation while wide awake. It was sitting on the back of the Captain's chair.
(The Captain of the Peace Ship) Later it was confirmed by our alien contacts
that indeed the kitten was taken onboard the Peace Ship.
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| Living Quarters on Peace Ship |
My
room on the Peace Ship is very sparsely furnished-very
efficient. It is a small room and
I know that my earth team members all
have rooms close to mine along this hall.
The Peace Ship is thirteen stories high and
our rooms are on the second floor from
the top. The top floor is the Control Room.
In
this dream many volcanoes were erupting. All
at once with new ones springing
This
is me walking on the road away from the crucifixion.
I was so sad and upset because I could
see into the future and know what earth people
would do with religion and Jesus the Christ's
teachings in the future. This
was a dream I had that wasn't really a dream.
It was a memory reawakened.
We asked this same question of DNA on September 7, 1997, December 26, 1998 and again on October 4, 2001. Each time we asked the answer was yes. We were also told that our government has a file on every member of our study group along with photos.
“Look out your window,” was a suggestion given in the summer of 1998. The meeting was at the home of a former member of the study group. At this time we were communicating with our alien friends via a homemade letter board. Bonnie was a little reluctant in these earlier days to channel because of the enormous personal responsibility that channeling burdens you with.
We were asking questions of our alien contacts when suddenly one of them spelled out that we were being monitored. We asked how this was being done and they told us that there was a white truck outside the house with listening equipment in it. We all rushed to the window just in time to see a white truck, roughly the size of a bread truck, pull away in great haste.
I believe it was at this same session that we were told that we were being monitored by many heads of state… although this information has since disappeared from our files while the rest of the session remains intact. We fell silent for a minute trying to understand what this meant. Finally someone asked what they meant by “Heads of State.” The aliens replied that this meant heads of countries. Once again we fell silent. I doubt that at this time we understood the implications of this information and probably still don’t to this day.
It was the morning of 9/11 and I was doing housework when the phone rang. My daughter called to ask me if I had the T.V. on. I told her that I didn’t. She then informed me that an airplane had just crashed into one of the World Trade Towers in New York. I immediately turned the T.V. on and watched the breaking news. The scene of the disaster was playing over and over.
For the next several hours my daughter and I watched this infamous day in America’s history unfold. We watched as the second plane hit the other tower. We were watching as the first one tower and then the second tower collapsed. The horror of witnessing the death and destruction of this act of terrorism was almost more than we could comprehend or bare. We prayed together for all the victims. As time unfolded we learned of the third and fourth plane crashes. We alternated between crying and praying.
We were both still watching our TV’s and staying connected through the phone in the afternoon when my daughter said to me, “Monn I have to tear myself away from the T.V. because the baby needs diapers. We’re completely out of them and I need to go to Oshkosh to the Walmart Store to buy some. Do you think you could take me?” At this time my daughter lived about eight blocks away from me. I told her I would be right over to pick her and the baby up.
I grabbed my purse and left immediately. As I turned down the street she lived on I noticed a car parked along the curb. It was about a block from my daughter’s house. I glanced sideways as I passed the car and noticed an elderly, gray haired woman sitting behind the wheel. I didn’t get a detailed look at her face but for reasons unknown to me at that moment this struck me as odd. After I pulled up in front of my daughter’s house and parked I glanced in my rear view mirror. The car and the woman were still parked alongside the curb. My intuition told me to stay in my car and continue to watch her in my rear view mirror. I sat there for about three or four minutes and I remember thinking, “I’m not leaving until she does. Just as I thought that the woman suddenly started the car and made an abrupt left turn down a side street. It occurred to me that this woman was driving much fast and acting oddly. Even though my internal alarm bell was going off I still had not put two and two together.
Just then my daughter came out to the car and put the baby in the car seat in the back of my car. I forgot about the elderly woman and her odd behavior as we drove the seven or so miles to the Oshkosh Walmart store.
When we entered the Walmart Store we were greeted by an elderly, gray haired woman. Walmart almost always has a greeter so I didn’t find this unusual. For an instant it did not register in my mind that this woman was not one of the usual people I was used to seeing as one of their greeters. As I think about this situation now I realize that my alarm bell was again going off and that this was the same elderly woman sitting behind the wheel of the car by my daughter’s street. Everything was unfolding so quickly that I still did not have time to put together the pieces of the puzzle. Later I remembered that this woman did not have the usual vest on that Walmart greeters wore to identify themselves as a Wal-Mart employee.
I barely had time for any of this to register before this woman addressed my daughter telling her that because of what had just happened in New York with the Trade Towers that Wal-Mart was not allowing anyone to carry large purses or backpacks into the store. My daughter had a backpack shaped purse that contained baby needs plus her wallet, credit cards and her checkbook. That backpack doubled as a purse and diaper bag. I turned to the greeter and said, “That’s not a backpack. That’s her purse and diaper bag.” The greeter repeated herself and told us that she could leave her backpack purse behind the food counter of the restaurant. The restaurant was just inside the door directly across from where we were standing.
I was still bristling from this demand but my daughter said it was O.K. with her as she handed her purse/backpack to the lady behind the food counter. We walked through the store to where the diapers were. As we passed other people in the store I noticed that many of the women had either large purses or a back pack purse on them. This new oddity registered in my mind but I still was not putting it all together.
We headed back to the front of the store to purchase the diapers but my daughter needed her wallet from her purse. When we got to the food counter we noticed her purse was laying on the top of the counter unprotected. Her purse was laying within easy reach for anyone entering or leaving the store.
At that moment a number of things began to dawn on me. The first thing that registered was that my daughter’s purse was the only purse on the counter. The next thing that I noticed was more women entering the store carrying large purses or knapsack/backpack purses and no one was stopping them asking them to leave their purses by the food counter. At the same moment I realized that the elderly woman greeter was no longer there. She was gone and there was no/one in her place.
My daughter took her backpack purse off the top of the food counter. I observed that no one stopped her or even questioned as to whether the purse belonged to her. As she went to pay for her purchased I stood there in stunned silence. Suddenly all the pieces of the puzzle came together for me and I realized what had all happened since I had left my home in Winneconne, Wisconsin. All the odd events of the day made sense to me...and yet...they didn’t.
Why would the government feel the need to send an agent to spy on me and seize my daughter’s purse and search it? This and a million other questions were speeding through my mind on the drive back home. I couldn’t run these thoughts past my daughter as it would have upset her but I did ask our alien contacts why some of the others in our study group and I were followed that day. The answer was that the government thought that our ET friends would worry about us and come to air left us off the planet.
Just writing this story on paper has triggered a gauntlet of emotions about that day. They range from shock to fury to intense sadness. I realized just how much clandestine people think so differently than our spiritually advance alien friends do. The part that’s unreal for me is the amount of surveillance that’s been used on me. I have a hard time understanding or comprehending the need for such tactics. Knock on my door. I’ll invite you in and share with you anything I know.
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| Lecture Memory |
This
is a memory I have of being on the Peace Ship. I
was on stage with a number of men and women giving
a talk. The room was a large lecture
hall. I remember
sitting in the audience attending these type
of lectures. I also recall many different size lecture
halls on board the Peace Ship.
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| UFO Over HWY 41 |
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Bush
senior’s whistle stop occurred on October 31, 1992 and everyone in our area
knew that President George W. Bush Sr. would be making a whistle train stop in
Oshkosh on the last day of his presidential campaign for his second term in
office. President Bush Sr. was due in
Oshkosh on the Saturday before Halloween in October.
On
the Monday of that week my husband got a phone call asking if his two piece
band could play for this campaign whistle stop.
He called his band partner and they both agreed to play that day. The railroad tracks run behind Main Street in
Oshkosh and there is a large parking lot that is between the tracks and the
back of the main street stores. This is
where the people would gather and where the band was to set up their
instruments and equipment. The person
that contacted my husband to play for this event also gave him two V.I.P.
passes to pass on to whomever he choose as the band did not need passes to get
into the area. My husband gave both
passes to me on that following Thursday when he received them in the mail.
My
job at that time involved scheduled appointments all day long with
clients. My busiest day was always
Saturdays. When I came to work that
Thursday I asked the receptionist how I was booked that Saturday. She turned to that day on the book and to
both our amazement for the first time ever in my career I had not one
appointment. I told her that if I did
not book in that day that I would go the whistle stop to see the
president. I did not ask anyone to go
with me at this point as I did not know if I would book up at the last minute
with clients. When I left work at the
end of Friday I had not booked in. I was
excited because I really wanted to go to this event.
When
I got home I started calling Kathy, another girl from our U.F.O. study
group. I wanted to invite her to go with
me as I knew she had Saturdays off.
There was not answer that evening because Kathy was gone. I got up early that Saturday morning and immediately
started to call Kathy. Her line was busy
so I thought she was on the phone. I
kept pushing re-dial on my phone about every five minutes trying to reach her
while I was getting ready. My V.I.P.
ticket stated that we had to be in a lineup of people to go through a security
check by a certain time and I only had about one and a half hours before I had
to be there. I finally made the decision
to drive to Kathy’s house because her line was continually busy when I
redialed. When I got there I knocked on
her door for at least five minutes before she answered. When she came to the door she was still in
her pajama’s and looked like she was having a difficult time waking up. I explained the situation and told her I had
been calling her for the last two hours to ask if she wanted to go. When she told me my knock on the door had
just woken her up and that she hadn’t been on the phone we went in to
investigate her phone. It was off the
hook. She attributed this to her cat
crawling over the phone and knocking it off.
I still have reservations about that now when I look back but although
it had never happened before when I called her I guess it was possible that it
was due to her cat.
Kathy
hurriedly bundled up to go. It was a
cold day for the end of October and we knew we’d be standing outside for many
hours as we had to arrive at least three hours before the train was to pull
in. We brought our cameras and an
unopened bottle of soda with us. We
drove to Oshkosh, parked the car and got in line to go through security. When
we got in line we were a couple of blocks from the security check point. It took a long time to round the corner
behind the main street building. The
parking lot was fenced in and this is where we had to go through security. I turned to Kathy and made the comment that I
doubted these F.B.I. agents doing the security check were local boys. Their necks, arms and legs were the size of
three trunks. We went through the
security check fairly easily although they told us if our soda bottles would
have been opened already we wouldn’t have been able to bring them with us. At this time I had the intuitive feeling that
these F.B.I. agents knew our faces. This
feeling only intensified as the day wore on.
Once
we cleared security we had to walk two blocks to enter the cordoned off V.I.P.
section. We gave our passes to the
security checker and walked to the far middle of that block where my husband
and his band partner had already set up their equipment. We managed to get in the second row right
behind the snow fence separating the people from the train tracks.
Over
the next several hours hundreds of people came and it became very crowded
around us. About an hour after Kathy and
I arrived, a black truck much like a bread truck pulled into the parking lot
across the tracks. About 10 or 12 F.B.I.
agents got out with dogs and walked around by all the parked vehicles and
buildings both across the tracks and on our side of the tracks. After that the agents who were all dressed in
black with white F.B.I. lettering on their backs moved to the tracks almost
directly in front of where we were standing.
They formed a circle and were given further instructions by their team
leader. From there they all fanned out,
half going to the roof tops across the tracks and the other half going to the
roof tope of the main street builds behind us.
Kathy and I watched this process noticing that each agent set up on the
roof tops with their rifles with scopes.
It gave us an eerie feeling. All
the rifles seemed to be pointed in our direction. I turned to Kathy and asked if she saw a red
light on my forehead.
After
another hours wait we could hear a train approaching. The crowd surged forward to get closer to the
fencing. Kathy and I became separated as
people pressed in closer and we were now three or four feet apart. The train arrived and it didn’t take long to
figure out that this was a dummy train that went ahead of the Presidential
train in case there was any trouble.
This dummy train stayed for about a half hour and then moved on. Shortly after that the Presidential train
arrived. It was an impressive privately
owned train barrowed to President Bush Sr. expressively for campaigning. The train had a deck on the back of the
caboose that had a railing all the way around.
This is where the president would come out to speak.
The
caboose stopped directly in front of where Kathy and I we standing in the
crowd. We could have reached out and
touched it we were that close. F.B.I.
agents in suits came out and surrounded the back of the caboose. One agent that stood right in front of us and
he was built like a huge football player.
He immediately started scanning the crowd from side to side. At the time I thought his eyes rested on
Kathy and me much longer than on anyone else.
I thought I was being paranoid but afterwards when Kathy and I compared
our feelings I found out that she felt that way too. These agents took their job seriously never
showing feelings or emotions and never once smiled. I am lighthearted and with most anyone else
I would have tried to make the person lighten up and crack a smile but
something inside of me kept telling me not to goof off with these agents.
After
about ten minutes President George W. Bush Sr. stepped out onto the back deck
of the train followed by Mrs. Bush and two of their young grandchildren. The crowd cheered and went wild. When he started speaking I listened
intently. After about fifteen minutes I
had the very strong feeling that the president already knew he would no be
re-elected and that he was just going through the motions on this last day of
his campaign. I also noticed that the
president also made longer eye contact with both Kathy and I. I continued to scan the agents in front of us
as well as the F.B.I. agents on the roof tops.
Suddenly I dropped my camera and to pick it up was no simple task as I
was wedged in between shoulder to shoulder people. I knew better than to make any suspicious
moves and was very worried about reaching down to pick the camera up but it was
a new camera and I knew the crowd would step on it and crush it. I slowly bent down to retrieve it and when I
stood back up the hairs on the back of my neck were bristling. I felt every rifle trained on me and the
agents in front of me looked on full alert.
By now I just wanted to leave because my instincts bold me the agents
knew who Kathy and I were and that we were one hair trigger away from death.
I
remained where I was and after the president was done with his speech he and
his family went back inside the caboose and sat down with their entourage that
was traveling with them. Among his
traveling companions was James Baker.
Later when we next spoke to our alien contacts Kathy and I asked about
this experience and we ask why we both had the distinct feelings that our of
the hundreds and hundreds of people there that we were the two that the
president and the F.B.I. agents were most worried about. We were told that they had a complete file on
all of us in our U.F.O. study group and they weren’t sure what Kathy and I
would do. Our contacts also told us that
because Kathy and I kept smiling and made good eye contact with love in our
hearts that James Baker knew we meant no harm and were benevolent.
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| Stargazing |
In
our free time on board the Peace Ship my guide and I star gaze whenever possible. I have
always loved star gazing from Earth but the view
from space is so breathtaking that it is
beyond description.
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Just when you think your safe, Bonnie and I went to shop and wander through the Fox River Mall in Appleton, Wisconsin. It was July of 1993. It didn’t matter how much we shopped or wandered in and out of the shops our conversations usually centered around UFOS and aliens. It is our number one passion and research.
On
this day we were in a very busy store near the center of the mall. We were
surrounded by lots of people when Bonnie whispered in my ear that she had moved
the implant we had recently came into possession of. This implant had been
expelled for a child’s ear and brought to us by his grandmother who was in our
study group at the time. Bonnie was constantly moving the implant to new hiding
places because she knew that her home was broken into and searched frequently.
Bonnie
had whispered directly into my ear and we felt safe that no one had overheard
us. Shortly after I got home my phone rang and it was Bonnie. She told me that
while were at the mall someone had broken into her home and searched her office.
Bonnie knew this to be true because her personal possessions had been moved
around. We instantly knew that someone had been looking for the implant.
At a channeling session on July 17, 1993I asked our alien contacts if someone had searched Bonnie’s office looking for the implant. They told us that the government had a vehicle parked in the parking lot of the Fox River Mall. Inside this vehicle were government agents with sophisticated and high tech listening equipment. Our contacts told us that these agents were able to pick up our conversation from the shop inside the mall. They were then able to single it out from all the other people’s conversation in the mall. From there they were able to zero in on what Bonnie had whispered in my ear about the implant. We were told that these agents then left the mall and proceeded to Bonnie’s house to search for the implant. That was a lesson well learned.
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| Tornado Dream |
My dream of many tornadoes dropping out of the sky at one time was, to me, a warning of extreme, strange and erratic weather patterns to come.
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| Astral Travel |
This
is me astral traveling through my open bedroom
window during an afternoon
meditation.
I was fully awake. I could feel the breeze
blowing through the window, which made
my curtains blow inward. I was on my way to the Peace
Ship.
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| Shuttle Pilot |
I
had this vision while wide-awake and meditating.
This man, I call Bob, is a
shuttle
pilot. Bob is one of the aliens who pick
me up to take me to the Peace Ship
when
I go physically. Sometimes I go to the
Peace Ship astrally. The Shuttle ship
looked
much like the ship the Jetson family used
on the TV series. In reality, it is not see-through
but it was shown to me that way
so I could see Bob,who was smiling as he waved to me.
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| Volcano Dream |
up in unusual places.
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Twice a year we go to either a motel or a cottage for what we call a lock in. The purpose of this is to regroup and brainstorm on various problems, ideas and goals. On February 18, 1995 we were going to the Residence Inn in Appleton, Wisconsin.We met at a local restaurant and had lunch before checking into the motel.
We all had our separate cars because most of us had worked that morning. On the way to the motel I pulled up alongside of one of the girl’s car at a stop light. This former member of our study group loves to laugh and joke around as much as I do. We had joked about our room being bugged but we were arriving earlier than we had planned so we didn’t know if the bugs had been planted yet. I had been thinking about this when I got the idea to take off my shoe and make like I was speaking into it as if it were a phone. I had seen this on an old comedy TV series in which the main character was a spy called, Maxwell Smart. This girl understood what I was doing and we both burst into much laughter. The light changed and we drove on to the hotel.
After we registered we went to our suite. As soon as we entered the room this same girl said she had to call her husband to let him know she had arrived. She sat on the bed and picked up the phone. As she brought the phone receiver up to her ear the mouth piece fell to the floor. We all looked at each other and burst out laughing.
It was very obvious to us that we had not allowed the government agents time enough to finish bugging the room. After that we all walked through the room talking into flower pots and anything that looked like it could be bugged. We didn’t mean to make fun of the government agents because they just follow orders. We always found it incredulous that our government found it necessary to monitor our small study group.
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Twice a year we go to either a motel or a cottage for what we call a lock in. The purpose of this is to regroup and brainstorm on various problems, ideas and goals. On February 18, 1995 we were going to the Residence Inn in Appleton, Wisconsin.We met at a local restaurant and had lunch before checking into the motel.
We all had our separate cars because most of us had worked that morning. On the way to the motel I pulled up alongside of one of the girl’s car at a stop light. This former member of our study group loves to laugh and joke around as much as I do. We had joked about our room being bugged but we were arriving earlier than we had planned so we didn’t know if the bugs had been planted yet. I had been thinking about this when I got the idea to take off my shoe and make like I was speaking into it as if it were a phone. I had seen this on an old comedy TV series in which the main character was a spy called, Maxwell Smart. This girl understood what I was doing and we both burst into much laughter. The light changed and we drove on to the hotel.
After we registered we went to our suite. As soon as we entered the room this same girl said she had to call her husband to let him know she had arrived. She sat on the bed and picked up the phone. As she brought the phone receiver up to her ear the mouth piece fell to the floor. We all looked at each other and burst out laughing.
It was very obvious to us that we had not allowed the government agents time enough to finish bugging the room. After that we all walked through the room talking into flower pots and anything that looked like it could be bugged. We didn’t mean to make fun of the government agents because they just follow orders. We always found it incredulous that our government found it necessary to monitor our small study group.
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| The Crucifixion |
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One night in March, I drove to a local cafe in Winneconne, WI to meet my friend to celebrate her birthday. As I got out of my car, I glanced up at the night sky and noticed a very bright, white light approaching from the Southeast. The light shining down toward the ground was brighter than any normal light. At first, I thought it was a helicopter but I heard no sound from it at all. As the light got close to me, I saw what appeared to be a small plane but there still was no sound. I knew without a doubt that this was no ordinary plane. I also knew that the plane had three people onboard. Even though I knew that Kathy's guide, my guide and another team member from the Peace Ship were piloting the vehicle, I still tested them by mentally sending the thought for them to tip the wing towards
me and then to turn around and fly back towards me. My thoughts were heard and they carried out my wishes. I remember thinking, "I know this is for Kathy because it's her birthday and she hadn't arrived to see this." The craft then flew over my head and headed Southwest, which is the direction Kathy was driving from. I did not know at the time that they showed themselves to her also as she was driving the country roads to meet me.
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| Birthday Sighting |
One night in March, I drove to a local cafe in Winneconne, WI to meet my friend to celebrate her birthday. As I got out of my car, I glanced up at the night sky and noticed a very bright, white light approaching from the Southeast. The light shining down toward the ground was brighter than any normal light. At first, I thought it was a helicopter but I heard no sound from it at all. As the light got close to me, I saw what appeared to be a small plane but there still was no sound. I knew without a doubt that this was no ordinary plane. I also knew that the plane had three people onboard. Even though I knew that Kathy's guide, my guide and another team member from the Peace Ship were piloting the vehicle, I still tested them by mentally sending the thought for them to tip the wing towards
me and then to turn around and fly back towards me. My thoughts were heard and they carried out my wishes. I remember thinking, "I know this is for Kathy because it's her birthday and she hadn't arrived to see this." The craft then flew over my head and headed Southwest, which is the direction Kathy was driving from. I did not know at the time that they showed themselves to her also as she was driving the country roads to meet me.
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At our weekly meeting on February 18, 1995 Bonnie was channeling her alien contact, Monn. We had been talking about DNA. I asked if our government had a DNA sample from all the members of our study group. Monn’s reply was, “Tagged and Bagged.” This was followed by the most adorable and delightful giggle coming from Monn. She added, “I always wanted to say that.” Even though this question had a serious and sobering consequence we couldn’t help erupting into laughter. Monn was so excited to be able to use the term, “Tagged and Bagged.” We asked this same question of DNA on September 7, 1997, December 26, 1998 and again on October 4, 2001. Each time we asked the answer was yes. We were also told that our government has a file on every member of our study group along with photos.
“Look out your window,” was a suggestion given in the summer of 1998. The meeting was at the home of a former member of the study group. At this time we were communicating with our alien friends via a homemade letter board. Bonnie was a little reluctant in these earlier days to channel because of the enormous personal responsibility that channeling burdens you with.
We were asking questions of our alien contacts when suddenly one of them spelled out that we were being monitored. We asked how this was being done and they told us that there was a white truck outside the house with listening equipment in it. We all rushed to the window just in time to see a white truck, roughly the size of a bread truck, pull away in great haste.
I believe it was at this same session that we were told that we were being monitored by many heads of state… although this information has since disappeared from our files while the rest of the session remains intact. We fell silent for a minute trying to understand what this meant. Finally someone asked what they meant by “Heads of State.” The aliens replied that this meant heads of countries. Once again we fell silent. I doubt that at this time we understood the implications of this information and probably still don’t to this day.
It was the morning of 9/11 and I was doing housework when the phone rang. My daughter called to ask me if I had the T.V. on. I told her that I didn’t. She then informed me that an airplane had just crashed into one of the World Trade Towers in New York. I immediately turned the T.V. on and watched the breaking news. The scene of the disaster was playing over and over.
For the next several hours my daughter and I watched this infamous day in America’s history unfold. We watched as the second plane hit the other tower. We were watching as the first one tower and then the second tower collapsed. The horror of witnessing the death and destruction of this act of terrorism was almost more than we could comprehend or bare. We prayed together for all the victims. As time unfolded we learned of the third and fourth plane crashes. We alternated between crying and praying.
We were both still watching our TV’s and staying connected through the phone in the afternoon when my daughter said to me, “Monn I have to tear myself away from the T.V. because the baby needs diapers. We’re completely out of them and I need to go to Oshkosh to the Walmart Store to buy some. Do you think you could take me?” At this time my daughter lived about eight blocks away from me. I told her I would be right over to pick her and the baby up.
I grabbed my purse and left immediately. As I turned down the street she lived on I noticed a car parked along the curb. It was about a block from my daughter’s house. I glanced sideways as I passed the car and noticed an elderly, gray haired woman sitting behind the wheel. I didn’t get a detailed look at her face but for reasons unknown to me at that moment this struck me as odd. After I pulled up in front of my daughter’s house and parked I glanced in my rear view mirror. The car and the woman were still parked alongside the curb. My intuition told me to stay in my car and continue to watch her in my rear view mirror. I sat there for about three or four minutes and I remember thinking, “I’m not leaving until she does. Just as I thought that the woman suddenly started the car and made an abrupt left turn down a side street. It occurred to me that this woman was driving much fast and acting oddly. Even though my internal alarm bell was going off I still had not put two and two together.
Just then my daughter came out to the car and put the baby in the car seat in the back of my car. I forgot about the elderly woman and her odd behavior as we drove the seven or so miles to the Oshkosh Walmart store.
When we entered the Walmart Store we were greeted by an elderly, gray haired woman. Walmart almost always has a greeter so I didn’t find this unusual. For an instant it did not register in my mind that this woman was not one of the usual people I was used to seeing as one of their greeters. As I think about this situation now I realize that my alarm bell was again going off and that this was the same elderly woman sitting behind the wheel of the car by my daughter’s street. Everything was unfolding so quickly that I still did not have time to put together the pieces of the puzzle. Later I remembered that this woman did not have the usual vest on that Walmart greeters wore to identify themselves as a Wal-Mart employee.
I barely had time for any of this to register before this woman addressed my daughter telling her that because of what had just happened in New York with the Trade Towers that Wal-Mart was not allowing anyone to carry large purses or backpacks into the store. My daughter had a backpack shaped purse that contained baby needs plus her wallet, credit cards and her checkbook. That backpack doubled as a purse and diaper bag. I turned to the greeter and said, “That’s not a backpack. That’s her purse and diaper bag.” The greeter repeated herself and told us that she could leave her backpack purse behind the food counter of the restaurant. The restaurant was just inside the door directly across from where we were standing.
I was still bristling from this demand but my daughter said it was O.K. with her as she handed her purse/backpack to the lady behind the food counter. We walked through the store to where the diapers were. As we passed other people in the store I noticed that many of the women had either large purses or a back pack purse on them. This new oddity registered in my mind but I still was not putting it all together.
We headed back to the front of the store to purchase the diapers but my daughter needed her wallet from her purse. When we got to the food counter we noticed her purse was laying on the top of the counter unprotected. Her purse was laying within easy reach for anyone entering or leaving the store.
At that moment a number of things began to dawn on me. The first thing that registered was that my daughter’s purse was the only purse on the counter. The next thing that I noticed was more women entering the store carrying large purses or knapsack/backpack purses and no one was stopping them asking them to leave their purses by the food counter. At the same moment I realized that the elderly woman greeter was no longer there. She was gone and there was no/one in her place.
My daughter took her backpack purse off the top of the food counter. I observed that no one stopped her or even questioned as to whether the purse belonged to her. As she went to pay for her purchased I stood there in stunned silence. Suddenly all the pieces of the puzzle came together for me and I realized what had all happened since I had left my home in Winneconne, Wisconsin. All the odd events of the day made sense to me...and yet...they didn’t.
Why would the government feel the need to send an agent to spy on me and seize my daughter’s purse and search it? This and a million other questions were speeding through my mind on the drive back home. I couldn’t run these thoughts past my daughter as it would have upset her but I did ask our alien contacts why some of the others in our study group and I were followed that day. The answer was that the government thought that our ET friends would worry about us and come to air left us off the planet.
Just writing this story on paper has triggered a gauntlet of emotions about that day. They range from shock to fury to intense sadness. I realized just how much clandestine people think so differently than our spiritually advance alien friends do. The part that’s unreal for me is the amount of surveillance that’s been used on me. I have a hard time understanding or comprehending the need for such tactics. Knock on my door. I’ll invite you in and share with you anything I know.
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| Vision: UFOs Fill the Sky |
UFO ships fill the sky in a vision I had during my meditation. This view is seen from my front window looking across the street. To me, this meant a mass landing, evacuation or an invasion...I'm not sure.
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Being a UFO researcher has been my
lifelong passion and I have a right to do so openly without ridicule. I’ve had
memories come back to me during my sleep time and while awake. I just know
what’s real for me and wanted to share this with you. Keep watching the skies.
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