HYBRID GENIES: Experiencers: Part V ~ The Psychic on the Mountain & The Questions That Stayed

by Janet Lessinupdated on June 22, 2026June 22, 2026

Janet & Theresa’s Story ~ 34 Years Later – Psychic in Oahu ~ Janet Age 40, Theresa 43 (1994)

The Psychic on the Mountain

I arrived on Oahu in October 1993, two days before Halloween, so it must have been October 29. I had just landed in a completely new life, and for the first time, I was totally on my own. I lived a block from Ala Moana Mall, had not yet found a job, and my savings were limited, so even though I had finally made it to Hawaii, I felt disoriented, vulnerable, and unsure of what came next.

Soon after I arrived, I joined a spiritual church called Your Spiritual Center, where I was introduced to Theresa J. Morris. At the time, I was so overwhelmed and scattered inside that she barely registered in my memory, but I had entered a network of like-minded people, and that alone mattered. I was no longer floating entirely by myself.

Before long, I was invited into an intensive spiritual group, and after much negotiation, they admitted me for free because I did not yet have the money to pay. Through that group, I was invited to visit a psychic woman who lived in a beautiful community atop a mountain, perhaps thirty to fifty minutes from where I lived.

A large black Cadillac came to pick me up. I sat in the back seat behind the driver, surrounded by four or five women who all seemed far more established, confident, and at ease than I felt. I was new, shy, and tiny, only about 5’2, while everyone else seemed normal height or even tall, especially the woman driving. I remember feeling small in every possible way — physically, socially, emotionally, and spiritually — so I stayed quiet and tried not to draw attention to myself.

When we reached the top of the mountain, we parked on the street, and the moment I stepped out of the car, everything changed. The air hit me first. I breathed in deeply and felt that mountain air fill my lungs in a way I had never experienced before.

Above me, the stars were so brilliant that I almost gasped, and a tropical breeze lifted my hair and brushed my cheek as if the island itself had reached out to welcome me.

It was October, yet I was not cold. The weather felt perfect, and in that moment, the air seemed to begin healing every ache and pain in my mind, body, and soul.

The women started leading me toward the house, but I hesitated for a moment because I wanted one last breath, one last look at the stars, one last second to take in that strange, beautiful feeling before going inside.

When we entered the house, my eyes needed a moment to adjust. The place was decorated in what I can only call early fairy. Everything seemed pink. There were pink and white Christmas lights, angels, fancy ornaments, wall hangings, things hanging and moving, and celestial music that wrapped itself around me before I had even settled into the room. I had heard that this woman was married, and I remember wondering how her husband could live in such an intensely feminine, enchanted environment, but then I smiled to myself and thought, love must be love.

I had barely gotten inside when I turned around and realized that everyone had disappeared. I felt puzzled, but not afraid.

In the distance, around the corner in the living room, I saw a figure seated in a large overstuffed chair, so I walked toward her.

I entered from behind her, and without much ceremony, she motioned me to the couch on her left. I sat down facing her and waited quietly, unsure what was supposed to happen next.

Without any introduction, explanation, or question from me, she began giving me a reading on my alien implants.

I was stunned. I did not say a word and hardly dared breathe, because what she said was far too specific to dismiss. She seemed almost to be in a trance, or perhaps she truly was in one.

She told me I had an implant behind my right ear and that it was in two parts joined by a thin thread.

Then she said I had one up my right sinus. She continued, naming implant after implant, including one under my right arm in my nodules and another on the left side.

In all, I believe she identified 10 to 12 implants, and she explained that each had a purpose. One tracked me. Another supported telepathic communication.

One functioned as a universal translator. One protected me from sexually transmitted diseases or other illnesses that could harm me. She told me what they were for, but I was so startled that I could barely keep the information straight in my mind.

I just sat there in shock, trying to absorb what was happening without letting my face reveal too much. Then she stopped and, after a long silence, asked, “Any questions?”

I may have said something, but if I did, it was probably faint and hesitant. At that time, I was so painfully meek and shy that I wanted to disappear into myself and slide down behind the couch. I remember thinking, Why wasn’t one of these things for invisibility?

Then, just as abruptly as they had vanished, the other women reappeared. They were cheerful and talkative, and I had no idea where they had gone or what they had been doing while this woman read the hidden map of my body.

We said our goodbyes, and I never saw the woman’s husband, even though she had wanted to introduce me to him.

I slipped back into the black Cadillac and returned to my seat behind the tall, dynamic woman who seemed to be in charge.

They drove me back to my apartment near Ala Moana, and when they dropped me off, I probably squeaked out something like, “Thank you. Goodbye. It was very nice meeting you.” Then I went inside, carrying an experience I could barely process.

I never learned the name of the woman who gave me that reading, and to this day I still do not know whether I was supposed to pay her, whether someone else had arranged it, or whether the entire evening had been set up for reasons no one ever explained to me.

No one told me why I had been brought there, why the other women disappeared after we entered the house, or why I was left alone with someone who, without any warm-up, began reading the implants in my body as though she had been handed a private chart of my hidden life.

For years afterward, the questions stayed with me. Was it simply a spiritual reading, or had someone already known I was an experiencer? Had I been brought there so this woman could confirm something for the group, for herself, or for whoever operated behind the scenes?

What did anyone gain by learning that I had implants throughout my body, and why was I given that information in such a strange, isolated, dreamlike way? I had heard about implants from my Penn State UFO Discussion Group before I left to move to Hawaii. I told no one in Hawaii. How is it that this woman knew about my alien experiences?

The implications were enormous. If she was right — and she was far too specific for me to dismiss — then my private memories had a physical counterpart. The implant behind my right ear, the one connected to my right sinus, the others she described under my arms and elsewhere in my body, all suggested that my contact history had not lived only in memory, dream, symbol, or intuition.

I remembered receiving two of them, but what about the rest? When did they happen? Who placed them? Were they still there? Were they physical, energetic, interdimensional, or some combination of all three?

At the time, I had no way to answer any of that. I only had the shock of being seen so precisely by a stranger whose name I never knew. For most of my life, I had hidden my experiencer reality from ordinary people because I learned very early that silence was safer than disclosure. Then this unknown woman, sitting in her fairy-lit house on a mountain above Oahu, named the hidden architecture of my body with the calm certainty of someone reading from a chart.

Afterward, no one helped me process what had happened. No one explained the purpose of the visit, the reading, the women’s disappearance, or the strange silence that surrounded the whole event. The others simply returned, cheerful and talkative, as if nothing extraordinary had occurred, and I returned to the practical business of surviving my new life on the island.

What else could I do? I had just arrived on Oahu, I had limited money, no job yet, and no stable footing beneath me. I could not stop my life to demand answers from a mystery that had been following me since childhood, so I did what experiencers often do: I carried the experience quietly, filed it in the living archive, and kept moving.

But I never forgot it.

That reading did not give me closure. It opened another door and suggested that my contact history involved the body, the mind, the spirit, and the dreamscape. Something had touched me. Something had left traces. Something had created a system of communication, tracking, protection, translation, and mission support that I only partly understood.

Decades later, when Theresa and I found each other again in 2012, we began unpacking old memories, and we realized something astonishing. Theresa had been the woman driving that black Cadillac. She had driven me, this painfully shy and overwhelmed woman, up the mountain to meet the psychic who read my implants with startling precision. At the time, I barely registered her because I was so introverted, disoriented, and new to the island, yet there she was, already in the orbit of one of the most startling confirmations of my experiencer life.

Maybe nothing was random. Maybe the mountain, the psychic, the black Cadillac, the implants, and Theresa’s quiet presence in the driver’s seat were all part of a larger pattern that only revealed itself years later, when we finally had enough distance, courage, and language to begin understanding what had happened.

How odd is that?

How perfect.

And how very like the phenomenon.

Bells & Whistles

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Hybrid Genies: Disclosure Day Experiencer Stories — Cosmic Neighbors, Screen Memories & Lifelong Contact

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Join Janet Kira Lessin and Theresa J. Morris on Hybrid Genies as they explore Disclosure Day through the living archive of experiencer memory.

This episode moves beyond official disclosure, film analysis, and public speculation into personal testimony. Janet and Theresa share stories of early childhood contact, screen memories, owl symbolism, implants, hospital angels, field encounters, out-of-body experiences, psychic confirmation, and the strange ways experiencers recognize one another across time.

Together, they ask what disclosure means when contact has already shaped a person’s life from childhood onward. What happens when the “visitor” is not merely a concept, but part of memory, body, spirit, dreams, symbols, and lifelong mission?

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Cosmic Neighbors & Screen Memories
The White Barn Owl
The Third Eye Guy
The Behind-the-Ear Implant
Theresa’s Field Encounter
The Nasal Implant and Missing Sinus
Hospital Angels
Why I Learned to Stay Quiet
The Psychic on the Mountain
The Questions That Stayed

Hybrid Genies invites curiosity, compassion, and deep listening as Janet and Theresa discuss what experiencers carry, what official disclosure often leaves out, and why personal stories matter in humanity’s larger awakening.

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In this episode of Hybrid Genies, Janet Kira Lessin and Theresa J. Morris explore Disclosure Day through experiencer stories that move beyond theory into lived contact.

Janet and Theresa share personal accounts involving childhood contact, screen memories, owl symbolism, implants, ET encounters, field experiences, hospital angels, out-of-body consciousness, psychic confirmation, and the lifelong silence many experiencers learn to carry.

This conversation asks what disclosure means when contact is not a future possibility, but a remembered reality. For experiencers, the question is not only, “Are we alone?” The question becomes, “What do we do with the memories, symbols, body anomalies, dreams, downloads, and relationships that changed our lives?”

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The Third Eye Guy
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Theresa’s field encounter
Janet’s nasal implant and missing sinus
Hospital angels
Religious fear and silence
The psychic on the mountain
The questions that stayed
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