When I was around 9 or 10, my mom yelled at me as I went out the front door. “Janet, Where are you going?” I snapped back into consciousness. She’s right. Where was I going? Or was I returning? I was sleepwalking, totally unaware of what I was doing. Finally, she came down from upstairs and led me back to the comfort of my bed. I fell asleep but did not forget. Years later, I am reminded of this episode as I write this book. I recall this was not the first time weird things like that happened to me.
I have no idea when this happened. I could have been 11 or 12. Or maybe this was common, something that I did all the time. As I write this as an elder adult, I feel fearful for that little girl that was once me. Someone must have cared enough for me to keep me safe. But why blank out memories so to this day I still have no idea exactly what happened to little me?
One night I became aware that I was down in the parking lot of Avalon Park, alone, in the middle of the night. I could feel the chill in the air and a breeze on my cheeks, suggesting I was physically there. I heard the sound of the creek gently washing over fresh mountain rocks that gathered in piles from the last storm. The temperature dropped, and I suddenly realized that I was not asleep. I shuddered, grew afraid, and focused on my surroundings.
So there I am in the middle of the park in the darkest part of the night, and I know it’s just not safe. There are creatures, bears, people, possibly big cats and wild animals, things that pounce first, hurt, harm, mutilate and maybe kill. Everything slowed down. I heard insects, crickets, the sound of the wind blowing through the trees. Limbs scaped against each other, creaking. The number of sounds, including long periods of silence where there’s hardly any noise, amazed me.
So at some point, I’m convinced I’m there, and I don’t know how I got to the park, but I did know it’s unsafe. I wondered how I could get home; I grew afraid for myself, envisioning a long walk of over a mile to get back home. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around how I would do that and became concerned that the cops would stop me from walking the streets at night. I thought I’d get in trouble for being out after curfew. I looked down and was in my nightgown, not even decently dressed. The sense of danger rose, and I just knew that I needed to get out of there soon before someone discovered me.
In a flash, just like that, I was back. I guess the fear I felt catapulted me back home. I materialized right outside my front door, touched the handle, and, much to my surprise, the door was open. I wondered if I unlocked it on the way out. So does that mean I left on my own? Part of me knew about the abduction phenomenon, despite the aliens repeatedly wiping my mind. Was I taken by ETs who have taken me before? Why do I have gaps in my memory? Do I do this and similar things like this all the time? Both options I thought of to explain my situation felt frightening.
I felt terrified. What’s wrong with me? How can this be? How can I stop myself from these wanderings? What do I do when I’m out and about and unconscious? Is this some nightmare from which I will never awaken?
Over time, I eventually stopped. Or maybe the aliens responded to my fear and stopped creating these situations that left me feeling upset. After all, they said they loved and respected me. And ETs are known to adjust things and make changes, like eliminating clown screen memories and replacing them with owls. I hated clowns and liked owls, thought they were cute. ETs changed my screen memory to make me feel more comfortable.
Also, as they changed things for me, they seemed to change them for others. Perhaps I was their guinea pig, and they listened to what I said. I recall long conversations where the ETs listened to me, cared about my opinions, and even followed my advice. After all, I was the one who volunteered to walk among humans become one of them to help them understand what it’s like to be on the Earth.
Over the years, the extraterrestrials let me know that I participate in many meetings, from a few to thousands. I am well-received, respected, treated like royalty, and allowed to speak and express my opinions. I am aware that I am an ambassador to the Earth; I am human and, at the same time, one of them. I am not the only one on this type of mission. And I am allowed memories but do not fully awaken, for I would not be able to bear my human existence. If one is in their external awareness, human 3D life is too limited to endure. So the veil helps us remain in the game.
Enoch, Jesus, Mary, and many enlightened ones came in through the veil and agreed to go unconscious. When the time is proper, memories return. But you make agreements for the duration of the incarnation, and you best follow-through for the highest good for all. That’s why these people are both alien and human, for they are here in human form until it’s over. And even afterlife, they watch over the Earth/Gaia project for humanity matters, and the Earth is critical in the cosmic game.
