Watercolor based on a sketch by Pat, watercolor by Mala Rama â—‹ Mala Rama
I had this "something" in my head since the age of 3 or 4. I couldn't have told you what this "something" was other than it was like a movie that kept replaying itself over and over in my mind.
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I was someplace that wasn't earth. A teacher I loved very much and I were leaving an enormous white marble hall and walking toward what I could only describe as a kind of town square. In this square sat a platform of some kind.
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My teacher and I were both dressed in long white, hooded robes of the kind a monk might wear. I felt very sad at the thought of this teacher and I being separated and I could feel his sadness as we walked.
I knew I was leaving but I didn't know from where or where I was going...only that it was on a mission to help many souls in serious trouble and that I'd be gone for a very long time.
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I distinctly remember looking at the beautiful midnight blue sky that surrounded us, full of billions of twinkling stars and thinking 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.
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As we walked toward the platform, others began to join us, all dressed in the same white hooded robes we wore. Those of us who were leaving mounted the platform. One second we were on the platform, the next we'd arrived at our destination. But along the way many others joined us. Some were human looking like ourselves, others not at all. They just seemed to appear among us. I imagine we looked rather like the cantina scene in the movie, Star Wars.
Despite our differences, we were all united in our sense of mission.
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When we'd reached our destination the leader of our grou[ told us we were in a "holding area waiting to be born." I remember being very confused by this. I already existed! Why would I be waiting to be born?
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This same leader then told us "Helper ships are standing by to help you on your mission."
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At 3 or 4 years old, I couldn't have told you what an ET or UFO was, much less anything about any helper ships. I would see them for myself as an adult at the Probe Intl. Conference where John Lenard Walson would show us photos of these ships around earth, in photos and videos he'd taken.
I remember the collective gasp of the audience when they began to comprehend the size of these ships.
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Ultimately, the panel of authorities who'd reviewed my case would inform me this "something" in my head was an actual MEMORY of coming to earth. They'd heard the same version, including the teleportation platform, from a handful of others they'd also identified as Angelics.
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It was weird because in a way, I'd sensed from that very early age that earth was not my home. In fact, I remember sitting in my backyard at night, gazing up at the stars and begging "Please come back! Please don't leave me here! I don't belong here! PLEASE COME BACK!"
I had no idea who I was begging to come back and get me. I just knew I didn't belong where I was, that it wasn't home.