Chapter XIX

Now we are going to talk about a specific "case" that illustrates the preceding sections. It will be rather graphic and there are some pictures on this page that are NOT for the squeamish, so be warned!

First, I would like to remind the reader of the remark made by Terry Rodemerk, a long time member of our group, when he was addressing the MUFON crowd at which we gave the Cassiopaeans a little "test drive" in public:

What we have been told on that is that this universe was created as a Free Will Universe. It was created specifically to allow all souls to do whatever they wish to do; they have complete choice about what they wish to do. The Grays, the Lizards, whoever they are who abduct and put implants in people, have the right to do that because it's their free will to come here and do that to us. And, they have the right to tell us whatever they want to tell us to rationalize their behavior.

Our right is to NOT believe what abducting entities tell us. We have free will to believe or not believe them.

If they tell us in one lifetime that they have the right to do this to us, and we choose to believe them then, and then, in this lifetime, they try the same tricks and we choose NOT to believe them, in each case, we are exercising our free will and so are they. This is a Free Will universe. We can change our mind. They are trying to convince us that we have no choice in that; whether we believe them or not is OUR choice.

And that seems to be the crux of the matter. A Free Will Universe.

We are being challenged in every moment to CHOOSE.

Those who have read Amazing Grace know about the suggestion from the Cassiopaeans that I connect to the internet - that some "great opportunity" would transpire after I did - and how the very day after doing so, I was going along in my "love and light bubble" and nearly got killed by an old guy in an Oldsmobile who hit me in the rear at full speed while I was stopped and waiting to make a left turn. I was looking at my side view mirror at the "time" I was hit, and never saw anyone behind me approaching. The guy who hit me claims to this day that I was NOT there. So that whole incident is problematical.

As a result of the injuries sustained in the accident, I was subjected to all kinds of medical procedures that I knew were NOT going to help me get any better and were, in fact, making me worse. In desperation, I thought of Sandy, the member of the Reiki group who did not seem to be "connected" to the Metaphysical Church in any way, so I felt safe in calling on her skills as a massage therapist for pain relief work during my long recovery.

Sandy knew about our channelling work and was very curious about it all, so just to sort of "check her out" further (I was getting more cautious now!) I invited her to our New Year's party where we had a sort of "Party Session" with the Cassiopaeans. She was so fascinated that she asked for any material we had received that she could read, and I gave her a long print out of what had been typed up to that point. She called me a couple of days later just absolutely enthralled with it! It was highly gratifying to have someone who was so enthusiastic about it! (Here comes the downfall through ego!)

As a result of her enthusiastic reception and her willingness to help with the work of getting the material transcribed and printed, Sandy became VERY close. Not only did she attend all the sessions and contribute financial support to the computer materials necessary to produce our little booklets and extracts, she was also readily available for the therapy sessions that the doctor prescribed three times a week. I felt that we now had a wonderful helper practically sent by God!

Now, through my mother I met Louise, through Louise I met Candy and Sandy and that whole crew, through Candy I met TC, a woman who owned a metaphysical book store, who introduced me to RA, who sent Lilly to me. I am just putting this in here to note the "connections" between all of them.

As soon as I was disconnected from Louise and Candy, Sandy came into the picture seemingly out of both necessity and serendipity and TC became active and connected me to RA.

Now, RA had an astrology magazine she wanted to get out from under, having decided to move to Sedona or somewhere, and TC knew I was interested in putting a magazine together as a sort of "organ" for the Cassiopaean Material. She thought that I ought to get together with RA and find an agreement that would allow me to take over her mailing list. So, she put us together and we began to work on the transfer of this "abstract entity" which I began to think of as my "Aurora Journal."

Meanwhile, the work on this magazine was having interesting other effects. There had been a little printshop a few miles down the road that I had frequented on a number of occasions for various copying needs, and I thought that I might go and talk to them about printing the magazine since their prices were very reasonable.

I walked in and started to talk to the girl behind the counter about what I wanted to do, and after a minute or two, a woman came out from the back of the shop, stood there and stared at me in amazement. It was Pam, the woman who had come for hypnosis about her incident on the Pennsylvania Turnpike back in 1987 and whose "abduction" session had resulted in the mini-flap of low flying, gigantic black boomerangs in the surrounding three county area.

I nearly dropped my teeth!

As it turned out, Pam had recently bought the printshop as a business venture for her kids. She invited me into the back of the shop for coffee and we brought each other up to date on what had been happening in our lives since the "incident" of the UFOs. That event had upset her so badly that she completely retreated into denial and the "normal life" routine. I told her how that event had done just the opposite for me - I had been catapulted into a series of learning experiences that had completely shattered my previous world, and made it seem like I was on a continual roller coaster ride. I told her about the Cassiopaeans and all that they were saying about aliens and she was very intrigued. She wanted to attend a session.

In the meantime, my communications on the internet were opening doors of access to the information of other researchers and one of them sent me the Greenbaum Speech and the Elaine and the Sisters of Light excerpt. I was pretty upset at the Greenbaum material because it just exemplified how low human beings can go, but my opinion of the Elaine piece was a bit different. I had read a few other things of that type - sworn to and attested by the doctors who worked with the patient recovering the memories, and I had never quite been able to accept that it was anything more than some kind of confabulation. It was just TOO crazy - even for me - to consider as factual in the real world.

So, of course, the Greenbaum material offered a solution. What if the descriptions of satanic ritual abuse that emerged in the memories of various patients was really an "implanted" memory engineered by the Greenbaum method for the purposes of hiding the real source of the Greenbaum programming?

Another question was: what if alien abductions and all that were also "engineered" memories just like the Elaine and other ritual abuse material? Engineered, that is, via the Greenbaum program.

Then, there was another way of thinking about it: what if the Greenbaum program and the Elaine program, both, are "screen memories" of alien abductions?

In any event, I thought that the Greenbaum text deserved wider distribution and I planned to publish it in the first issue of the Aurora Journal along with a commentary giving my ideas as above.

At the time I was putting the first issue together, "Lilly" was referred to me by RA. Lilly wanted to talk to me about placing an ad. This woman is a somewhat well-known New Age teacher of many subjects including Reiki, meditation, aura-reading, create your own reality, and a slew of other interesting things. She is lovely, charming, vivacious and a real "ball of fire" at getting things organized and "on track" for her many classes and seminars. She claims that her lectures draw a big crowd, that she receives great "reviews" for her work, and is generally quite popular in the New Age communities around the country. I learned that she also travels to many New Age or UFO Seminars, Expositions and Conferences, making new contacts and connections, and "spreading the word." I was also aware that she was occasionally invited to appear on television and radio as a "paranormal expert," and the last I heard, she claimed she had published a book, though I have never been able to find it at any bookstore or on the internet.

Lilly called me about placing an ad in our magazine. She wanted a quarter page which we were selling for $350.00. However, she didn't have the money to pay for it, so she asked me if I would be willing to do an "exchange." I asked her what she had in mind, and she said that she would come to one of our sessions with her Polaroid aura camera and take photos of all the participants as well as the process itself. That sounded completely cool so I agreed. It also happened to be the same session that Pam was going to attend.

Early on the evening of the session, Lilly arrived early to haul in and set up her equipment. I examined it all as she did so and realized that it was a pretty simple concept. It was pretty much just an ordinary Polaroid camera mounted on a tripod. The truth is that they don't really photograph your aura. The so-called aura photos are the result of photo montage technique where and illusion of an aura is created. There is a light source inside the camera that illuminates the film directly based on the measured electrical skin resistance. At the same time, the camera is photographing you (or whatever) in an ordinary way. That is why I was so amazed at the "aura photographs" of myself and the board which pretty much went against the "rules" of how this setup should work. There is absolutely no explanation for why I had disappeared from my photograph, and the presence of the light figure on the board has no precedent either, as far as I can tell.

Sandy arrived late and came in while we were in the middle of all this photography. She was very quiet and soon complained of a headache and declined to participate in the aura photography.

We were soon done with all the pictures and Lilly suddenly announced that, except for my photo and the photos of the process, she expected to be paid for her "services." She quoted exorbitant prices that she claimed she received for this work, as well as a special "fee" for having brought the equipment to us. I was, needless to say, a bit surprised with this "bait and switch" routine, but not wanting to engage in a dispute over it, I decided that I would just pay for all the participants since I was the one who had told them that Lilly was bringing the camera as an exchange, and they had all participated believing that there was no additional charge. However, the group, seeing the situation for what it really was, came to my rescue and paid for their own photos. In the end, my aura photo and the aura photo of the board were quite expensive: about $175.00 apiece!

After what seemed to be a fleecing of my guests, Lilly declined to stay for the rest of the session. This puzzled me because I thought she had said she wanted to ask specific questions. She packed up her equipment and left.

After Lilly was gone, we resumed our session. Pam was very interested in some health related questions so nothing of a particularly significant nature came through.

The next day Lilly called and hemmed and hawed a bit before saying, "I have a question that I just have to ask you. Where did you meet Sandy? How well do you know her?"

I was a little taken aback by this question, and, of course, I was still a bit put out by her behavior the night before, but told her that I knew Sandy from a Reiki group and that, due to the accident, she had been one of my therapists for almost a year now.

"Are you guys connected with that coven up there in Hernando County?" Lilly next asked.

"What?!" I was flabbergasted. "What coven? Do you mean Wicca or something like that? Absolutely not! I don't mess with that mumbo jumbo stuff! What in the world made you think that?!"

Lilly explained that she recognized Sandy and she KNEW that SHE was involved in some sort of group that was deeply into ritual magick.

I was absolutely stunned. I was also a little angry. How dare she say things like that about Sandy!

But, I wanted to understand why this woman would just call me on the phone and tell me that a member of a close knit group like ours was a member of some cultic coven type thing.

Lilly launched into a history of having been in a healing class of some kind with Sandy. After the class graduated, they all went on a trip to the Yucatan to visit the Mayan ruins over there. I vaguely remembered Sandy being absent from the Reiki group back a couple of years previously and that when she reappeared, she talked about her trip to the Yucatan. So, I knew that Lilly must know something since that was a fact.

She went on. Apparently, she had been the one who shared the cabin with Sandy on the cruise and had also been assigned to her on their "buddy system" while they were sightseeing over there. She explained how Sandy had tried to convert some of the members of this class to some of the ideas of this cult/coven saying that they were able to "really get results" with their rituals and so forth. She had approached Lilly with an invitation, but Lilly had declined feeling that there was something unsavory about it.

She went on with some more details, and as she talked I became sicker and sicker. I realized now that there was an explanation for a lot of strange "absences" and funny behaviors of Sandy's that I had just "shoved under the rug." It also explained her quietness the previous evening when Lilly was there - and maybe even why she didn't want her aura photo taken.

I was just completely devastated. I just didn't see how Sandy could have a whole "secret life" like that! Yet Lilly cited details about her that I KNEW were true! And at the same time, all the missing pieces of Sandy's own puzzle were falling into place. My mind was racing for an answer. I knew that Sandy had been adopted by a well-to-do older couple - pillars of the community - in the same area of the country that was the setting for the Elaine story; but that was just TOO crazy! I also knew that Sandy had spent many of her early years as a Motorcycle Mama with the Outlaws motorcycle gang. Frank and I had discussed what a great epiphany Sandy must have had to leave that life to go into massage therapy and metaphysical studies. We knew, from things that she had said, that there were some very dark things in her past. Frank had questioned her closely on one occasion and she had admitted to having been involved in covering up a murder, though she made it explicit that she had not participated in the actual murder. But she was so softhearted toward animals, and refused to even kill roaches, that I was assured that her attitudes were certainly from the heart, and whatever reason had driven her out of her home to live with known criminals, she must have been horribly abused! I had nothing but sympathy for her.

So, I explained to Lilly that, even if that was the case a few years ago, Sandy was definitely a reformed person now! There was just no way she could participate in something like that on one night of the week and then sit in on our sessions on another. And she had been so devoted to me in helping me to recover from my accident that I simply could not believe that she was still connected to any of those people.

I then told Lilly about the Metaphysical church folks and all that had transpired there, that Sandy knew all about it and was definitely NOT involved with those people anymore.

Lilly was reassured and asked if she might now attend a session in the future. She had some very definite issues she wanted to deal with involving the many strange things that had been happening to her. She claimed she was in an abusive marriage, her son had been hospitalized for a minor illness but was nearly killed by the anesthesiologist, and she had recently met a man who demonstrated signs that he might be her "soul mate" and she was desperate to know what to do. All kinds of "synchronous events" were happening between her and this man, she said, and I had just been through that scenario, so I tried to warn her that it can be as much a warning as an indicator that one is going in the right direction.

I was wary of this individual because she had already demonstrated that what she said at one time, could not be relied upon in a consistent way. Nevertheless, against my better judgment, I agreed reluctantly. She then asked if she might bring a friend! I was beginning to think that there was just simply no end to this woman's presumptuousness, but I made excuses for her in my mind that, perhaps, she just simply was brought up in a family where good manners were exampled or taught. And, to my way of thinking, just because a person didn't really know how to conduct themselve socially according to what most people consider etiquette, did not detract from their value as souls. Thus, I let another warning go by.

Anyway, Lilly came to the next session and it was one of the strangest we have ever had. (I have no idea why I describe ANY of them as being "the strangest!" The whole thing is bizarre as all get-out!) But, anyway, it was a perfect example of what we have been talking about.

[We stopped at this point to discuss Lilly's husband, marriage partners that can be chosen because of spirit attachment, and close relations, including children, that can drain one's energy, be used as agents of attack, and so on. I am excluding that part of the discussion due to its personal nature.]

[Discussion about Lilly's father and his role in the military.]

But Lilly didn't want to ask anymore. It was pretty evident that, like Candy had been, she was highly indignant that the Cassiopaeans would suggest that her "spirituality," her cocoon of love and light, was not sufficient protection. Never mind that she claimed that her son nearly died, her husband, who she claimed was a "trained government assassin," had recently gotten furious and drove the car through the side of the house, pulled a gun and threatened to kill her, her daughter had been arrested for shoplifting, and that she was being "lured" by a stranger she had just met in one of her classes whose primary objective seemed to be to get her alone with him for purposes unknown, but hardly likely to be benevolent! She did not want to acknowledge the symbolic nature of the Universe and how the events of our lives are mirrors of what is inside us. She was, in fact, just another case of a self-made New Age "teacher," promulgating the new religion of "you create your own reality," who was unable to demonstrate in any aspect of her personal life that she "walked the walk" she was talking.

Well, all that would have been that except for the next event involving Lilly. She called early one morning shortly after this last session. She was in a panic and quite obviously on the verge of collapse. Apparently she had suffered a terrible nightmare in which she was raped by a Lizard type being. That was bad enough, but what really sent her plunging over the edge was when she woke up, she was covered with welts and a rash exactly as if she had been exposed to something violently allergenic. In the dream, she said, the Reptoid had nipped her on the solar plexus, telling her that it was a "love bite" so she would remember him. When she looked at the area after awakening, there were scratches that corresponded exactly to the teeth she remembered in the dream. She also had another "puncture" on her leg added to a long series of them that had appeared at various points in her life, and assorted other marks and scratches all over her body.

I was pretty skeptical. It was my thought that the woman had just gone hysterical and maybe had done something to herself for attention. After all, from her own description, she was in a horrible marriage, may have been sexually abused as a child, and had a whole host of issues just waiting to erupt in her life. Her public persona was one thing; her private life was a disaster waiting to happen! It would not have been at all unusual for a woman in her situation to deliberately manufacture such an event to get attention, create drama and excitement, or to use it as a platform from which to launch other difficulties for those around her. I thought it was a "cry for help."

I figured that if she was making it up or over dramatizing it, I would be able to catch it eventually and gradually, she would be able to look at her life in more realistic terms. It was a bit inconvenient to deal with her at that moment, but she was so desperate and insisted over and over again that she needed help NOW. She didn't have the money to pay for the hypnosis, but I have never let that be a factor in who I accepted to work with, so even though I was very pressed for time, I decided to rearrange my schedule to accomodate this sudden eruption of something into her life. She came and I took pictures first, because she wanted proof that she wasn't just imagining things. Out of a dozen or more photos, the ones displayed here are the only ones that really show anything of any signficance - assuming it wasn't a hysterical over-reaction to a nightmare, nor an attention getting ploy of a frustrated house-wife trapped in an unhappy marriage.

 

Now, that was pretty bizarre remark. Her DNA programming was being changed by this act of rape? Hang on to that thought as we will come back to it in the next section.

Now, as I have been putting these pages together and going over some of this past material, I have been trying to confirm or explain as much as I can. In this particular case, aside from the photographs of the subject which certainly showed something going on, though it is impossible to tell what, the only thing she said that could be used as a point of validation was her description of the reptoid genitals. Otherwise, her tale falls into the category of a wild fantasy of another New Ager who has gone too far into fantasy, occurring in response to an unhappy marriage, triggered by an argument with her husband. Was she confabulating, or did something really happen to her?

I tried to find another case of reptilian interaction with humans where the genitals were described other witnesses somewhere on the internet, but I failed completely. Maybe nobody else has asked this question.

I first thought in terms of snake genitals since the reptoids are also known as the "serpent race." But then, I remembered that the Cassiopaeans had described them as biologically like "upright alligators." So, I thought that I should be looking for alligator genitals to compare to Lilly's description. I figured that there was always the chance that Lilly had seen a picture of them in a book somewhere and was describing what she remembered. If so, I could just go to the library and have a look myself.

Nope. No book at the library had a picture of alligator genitals. Not even snake genitals! What about the bookstore?

Nope. Nothing at Booksamillion.

How about on the internet?

Ark and I spent almost an entire day trying to track down a photograph of alligator genitals so that I could satisfy my curiosity as to whether Lilly had described them accurately.

Nothing.

Finally, Ark, using his status as a university professor, wrote to a professor of herpetology or whatever and inquired about obtaining a photograph of alligator genitals for my article.

Well, such a photo DOES exist, but is not generally available to the public. It is for specialists only. But, since inquiring minds want to know, here it is. You be the judge.