Going On A Mission
- Pat Jackson
- May 22
- 3 min read
Since I was three or four years old I had this "something" in my head that I couldn't explain. It would play like a video on an endless loop from time to time - most often when I'd go out and sit in the back yard at night, staring up at the stars, and begging "Please come back! Don't leave me here! This isn't my home! Please come back and get me!"
I had no idea why I did this nor did I make the connection to the inexplicable 'something' that kept looping in my head. I had no idea who I was begging to come back and get me or why I had this ridiculous notion Earth wasn't my home.
In this mysterious 'something' I was someplace that clearly wasn't Earth. A teacher I loved very much and I were walking toward what could be best described as a town square, in the middle of which sat a large platform.
My teacher and I were both dressed in long white hooded robes of the type a monk might wear.
We didn't speak as we walked. I could feel my teacher's sadness at my leaving. I felt sad aboutoue imminent separation as well.
I disinctly remember looking up at the night sky that surrounded us - a rich mindight blue filled with a million twinkling stars. I thought to myself "Take a good look at that sky and remember it because it's going to be a long time before you see it again."
I had no idea where I was going apart from someplace very far away to help some souls in serious trouble and that I'd be gone for a long time.
As my teacher and I walked others began to join us on our trek to the platform. Tehy too were dressed in long white hooded robes. I could fell their sadnessat leaving and the sadness of the families they leaving behind.
Those of us who were leaving mounted the platform. One minute we were still at home, the next we'd arrived at our destination. Along the way many others had joined us, magically appearing among us. Some looked human like us, others were definitely not human but we were all united in our sense of mission. I imagine the lot of us rather resembled the cantina scene from the movie Star Wars.
When we arrived at our destination the leader of our group told us we were in a holding area waiting to be born. This was very confusing to me. I already existed. Why would I need to be born??
This same leader then told us "Our ships are standing by to help you on your mission."
At the age of four I couldn't have told you what an ET or UFO was much less anything about "helper ships".
It was as an adult at the Probe Intl. Conference I'd receive confirmation of those helper ships I'd been told about as a kid. John Lenard Walson would show his photos and videos of those helper ships in orbit around earth.
The audience gave a collective gasp when they realized the size of these helper ships.
It was the panel that reviewed my case that cleared up the 'something' playing in my head I'd never been able to make sense of. They told me it was a memory of coming here from somewhere in space. They'd heard the same story from a couple of others, even including the platform that was a teleportation device.
This would later be confirmed by the CIA and deep black military.
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