It was the early morning hours of March 12, 2011 - the day following the cabal instigating the Fukashima nuclear meltdown. I instinctively knew what the cabal would do - drag the resulting radiation around the globe via controlling the jet streams - which is precisely what they did.
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That day had been a hard one one me. I'd fallen asleep on my living room sofa and was in a deep sleep.
In my mind I heard "Get up. You must get up now."
Wha??? One eye open I glanced at the clock. It was minutes after 2 a.m.
"Go to bed!" I mumbled, and rolled over to go back to sleep.
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"No. Get up! You must get up now!" more insistent this time. I sat up and looked around. It was then I noticed that there was a silhouette of a figure standing in my bedroom doorway. The same door I'd closed before lying on the couch.
Probably the damn military spooks messing with me again with a holograph, I thought.
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I picked up the cap of a flashlight I'd been fixing, lying on the coffee table in front of me and flung it at the silhouette. I figured if it was a hologram, the flashlight cap would pass through the hologram, matter settled and I could go back to sleep.
The flashlight cap hit something soft, then fell to the wood floor and rolled.
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"You really shouldn't throw things at me," the voice said.
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Okie dokie, NOT a hologram, Houston we have a problem! As though to show me anything I could do, it could do better, the silhouette levitated my TV remote control off the coffee table and set it to spinning wildly in midair in front of me. I figured that was alien for KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE THROWING THINGS AT ME!
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I picked up a lantern flashlight and walked over to the silhouette in my bedroom door, shining the flashlight at its face. At first I couldn't tell if it was male or female due to the funky Roman haircut and almost pretty facial features. But by the time I got to his chest I pretty well had things figured out. And what a chest it was! I'd never seen such ripped abs. This guy was eye candy and that flashlight beam wasn't moving any too quickly.
"Are you finished yet?" my visitor asked in a tone an exasperated parent on their last nerve would use on their unruly child.
I was tempted to say "Give me a minute..." but didn't want to end up spinning wildly in midair along with my TV remote control, so thought better of spending more time checking our my visitor's abs.
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"The ONLY way to save your planet now..." my Tau Cetian visitor, Shaid 'A said, and launched into a plan in which humanity would all band together, everyone chip in a buck or two and we'd buy up the Amazon Rainforest so that we privately owned it rather than the cabal.
I wasn't quite sure what buying up a rainforest had to do with the Fukushima nuclear accident but it didn't matter. "Great plan if you could get 8 billion Terrans to work together," I said. "But you can't get 10 Terrans to work together for any length of time before they're ripping each other's faces off. So your plan would never work."
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With that, Shaid 'A said "I must go now", walked into my dining area THROUGH my plate glass window and onto my front lawn, leaving a trail of beautiful flowers in his wake. He waded INTO my front lawn until he disappeared, like a person wading into water until they disappear beneath the surface.
My sketch of Shaid 'A disappearing into my front lawn
Shaid 'A's exit was illuminated by a beam of bright white light from above but I'll be honest...I didn't care where the white light was coming from. I was busy scoping out Shaid 'A's butt.
(And what a fine butt it was, I might add!)
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There was a rather humorous postscript to this story.
I had to go to the ship to meet with Jmmanuel about something and was waiting for him to come out of his meeting.
He came out and said "Just ran into an aquaintance of yours."
"Oh yeah? Who?" I asked.
"Let me put it this way...he wanted me to ask you if you enjoyed the view from the rear."
"Oh Shaid "A! Well that depends on which view from the rear he's referring to. The flowers were a nice touch but that butt of his? WHOA MOMMA! He has one fine butt!"
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Jmmanuel stared at me before shouting "ARE YOU TRYING TO CAUSE A GALACTIC INCIDENT, SCOPING OUT THE BEHIND OF A TAU CETIAN AMBASSADOR, WOMAN?!!"
Oops. I had to think fast.
"Just tell Shaid 'A that on Terra it's considered a compliment if a woman scopes out a man's butt. It means she thinks he's hot!"
I never heard another word about the matter but was curious as to what Shaid 'A's reaction was. As it happened, those of us in the ground crew were scheduled to have a meeting with some of the star nation dignitaries present so my friend was going to meet Shaid 'A.
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"After you've been introduced to him, tell him Gracie told you he was hot and had a really nice butt. Ask him if he'd mind you scoping it out."
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She did what I'd asked her to as Jmmanuel stood there beyond mortified. Shaid 'A smiled and spun around so fast I'm surprised his head didn't fly off his shoulders. He let her look at his butt as long she wanted!
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"Pay attention, dear." I said to Jmmanuel. "Terran Diplomacy 101. Doesn't matter what star, planet, galaxy, solar system or universe you men are from, you're all the same - putty in our hands."
He never corrected me on ET etiquette again. And Shaid 'A and I got to be the best of friends.
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Thirteen years later I'd come to realize the critical significance of Shaid A's message to me that night after Fukushima. Fires set by the cabal destroyed 13.4 million acres of the Amazon Rainforest.
The rainforest fires alone destroyed 20% of earth's oxygen that we need to breathe. Trees are the lungs of our planet and us.
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Soon half of Australia was burning, fires were raging in Africa, the western U.S. and Canada. There's no way of knowing how much of our oxygen we need to breathe those fires consumed.
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The cabal was deliberately destroying the air we need to breathe.
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Had we been able to work together and buy up the Amazon Rainforest as Shaid 'A had suggested, we would have saved that 20% of oxygen we need to breathe.
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We may think "Well, it hasn't affected us so no big deal I need to worry about" but you'd be dead wrong there.
Years before the cabal started all of these fires, the Angelics had shown me something. People on earth could not go outdoors without some kind of breathing equipment providing them with oxygen. This is where we're headed and Shaid 'A knew it as well in delivering that message to me on March 12, 2011.
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It is usually the Tau Cetian males that make contact with people here and it will almost always involve our environmental issues. They're also experts at methods of subterfuge, such as those used by the cabal so will help Milabs if the Milab asks them to.
They have their own ax to grind as far as the Draconian Reptilians are concerned. The Dracs were abducting their children as well and they want the abductions STOPPED.