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One Seeker's Journey: Lisette Larkins: Calling on E.T. |
Category: Articles 2 comments 22 Jul 2003 @ 08:53 by spiritseek : My article on Lisette Larkins22 Mar 2003 @ 09:16, by SPIRIT SEEKER1 TALKING TO EXTRATERRESTRIALS Written by; Lisette Larkins Preface One does not normally fall asleep wondering if the night will bring a face-to-face encounter with extraterrestrials-the gray ones with large black eyes-or if one will awake floating through the air, being transferred from a strange craft to more waiting extraterrestrials below. These certainly were not ideas that I had growing up. But one night in 1987, I sat up in bed with the eerie feeling that something was not quite right. As a young mother, depressed, and in my third year of an unhappy marriage, I wouldn't have believed that my life could have gotten any more challenging. But that night, as my seven-month-old child slept peacefully in his crib, I was blasted from above by a white funnel of light that shot through the ceiling and pierced my whole body with an electrical vibration. My hair billowed around my face as though I was standing in a wind tunnel but the curtains lay still against the bedroom wallpaper. My life has not been the same since. The mysterious lights and vibrations came visiting almost every evening after that; yet I had no idea what was happening to me. Following each burst of light overhead, within seconds, I would float to sleep. Such a strong and sudden repose would overcome me that it reminded me of when I was anesthetized to have a tooth pulled. It was a seemingly induced sleep, initiated precisely because of-or despite-the screaming terror of my mind. After almost two years of this chaos, finally in my desperation, and with my then-husband's encouragement, I admitted myself to a psychiatric hospital. During my short stay there, I lost custody of my son, and because of the fury that I felt over that injustice, I vowed to get to the bottom of what was coming through the ceiling over my head. By the time my hospital stay ended three weeks later, I had a sense that I wasn't crazy, but I knew that I needed help. Over the next four months, I regained full custody of my son and I became committed to finding out everything that I possibly could about my experiences. Perhaps if I had been more spiritually and emotionally grounded during the initial experiences, I might not have been so traumatized. But by this time I was motivated to unravel the mystery. So for the next few years, I was counseled by a wonderful therapist who helped me to delve into my lingering trauma. After much testing and evaluation, he assured me that I was psychologically sound. Eventually, I healed emotionally and I became determined to find an explanation behind the paranormal phenomena that had routinely filled my nights. I had a feeling that, whatever it was, it was not of this world. Other strange things began happening too: the electric car windows would go up and down by themselves, even when the engine was off; electrical appliances would constantly malfunction when I used them; my head would strongly vibrate as though it were plugged in to a socket, and worse, would spontaneously move on its own just as the vibrations would descend on me from above. Throughout those first few years, the idea of extraterrestrial encounter phenomena seemed foreign to me and so I did not seriously consider that this was what was occurring, until finally I "awoke" during one encounter to find myself face-to-face with a group of extraterrestrials. My heart was beating so hard I wondered if I would have a heart attack. All I could think of was my burning desire to return home and to tell somebody what had happened. Suddenly I understood why I had been experiencing episodes of "missing time." As I stared in disbelief at the beings in my midst, they began to speak to me, although their mouths never moved, nor I believe, did mine. They seemed to speak from their mind to mine, but the words were as clear as though you were speaking to me across the room. This communication has continued to this day and makes up the content of this book. Despite my initial terror at seeing extraterrestrials in front of me, they seemed oddly familiar, as though I were greeting a beloved uncle who I had known as a child but had not seen in years. They spoke to me, and I spoke to them and I cannot explain how it was that they seemed so strangely familiar. Inexplicably, I felt tremendous love for them, and I could feel their absolute love for me. Through my conversations with them that evening, as well as many communications since, I have come to understand that my encounters-and the encounters of other people worldwide-are part of a magnificent, universal plan. From that moment on, as my understanding about my experiences changed, I changed and the experiences were transformed. I began to develop, rather than to fear, certain newly acquired abilities that I later found out come with the territory, such as clairvoyance and clairaudience, clairsentience, and materialization. They began sending me colored bursts of light that I eventually was able to decode, which provided gentle guidance and suggestions at moments of confusion or lack of clarity. In general, my whole world changed. Once in a while I could "hear" the thoughts of animals. I have come to understand that these beings have not "abducted" me, for I have never been kidnapped. I understand that this term has been given by a culture which does not understand, and which greatly fears these otherworldly neighbors of ours. For as I changed my idea of what had been occurring to me, and refused to accept the label of victim, I began to tell one person, and then another, about my experiences. Before long, I had formed a small group. I advertised and invited others to come and speak about their encounters, for I remembered that there had long been no one in whom I felt I could confide. As people came to my group, I learned that there is tremendous shame and embarrassment surrounding this phenomenon. There were many times just after the group ended for the evening, that a new participant would take me aside, and with wide eyes and a tremor in the voice, would say, "I, too, have had those experiences but I have never told anyone." I now recognize that there are many, many of us who are having identical experiences, but few of us feel comfortable talking about them. In fact, I've come to believe that our culture demands that we silently agree to keep our collective voices quiet and not speak of such things. Should we dare to, we blow open the idea that we are not here alone and that we are not separate from other inhabitants of the universe. Despite the prevailing attitude of governments and society, most of us sense that we are indeed universal humans, having brethren somewhere close by. I now understand that despite the initial trauma related to my early encounters, it did not mean that something bad has happened. Trauma was my initial reaction, based on the way that I have grown up in my culture and the understandings that I had adopted. But I no longer choose trauma as my reaction, and as soon as I made that contextual shift in my perspective of the experiences, I brought curiosity, wonderment, and most of all, an inquiring mind to this whole phenomenon. Now that I have made a shift in the context of how I hold these experiences in my perceptions, I am emotionally free to go to the next step. I decided that it would be most interesting to interview these extraterrestrials and to find out things from their perspective. I wish to share some of the communications that I have had, and am having, with these enlightened beings. They describe themselves as enlightened, and that is in fact my experience of them. Even among UFO buffs, this is not a popular stance. But there is a ring of truth to their communications. I find that I simply feel the heart and soul of them, and resonate strongly with them. Those who walked with Jesus had a sense of who he was. They had a sense of his light, and although I may take great ridicule for this seemingly unpopular perspective, I state unequivocally that I experience these beings as enlightened. The extraterrestrials remind us that you can tell the tree by the fruit that it bears. As a result of my contacts with them, I am left with the feeling of peace and hope. Their words resonate with those of the great masters who came before them. Their mentoring over the last fifteen years has helped to transform my life, for if you had known me in 1987, you would not recognize me now as the same woman. Most of us need to believe that something extraordinary is possible for ourselves, for our loved ones, and for our planet. Astonishing things have happened to me, and so I know where miracles live. They live in your ability to believe. There is nothing unique or unusual about me. If I can experience the seeming miraculous, so can any one of us. Physical contact with extraterrestrials may be more common than you think. For where is it written in the sky that the supernatural happens only to Tibetan monks or fisherman who hung out with Jesus? An ordinary redhead like me can attest to what is possible when the Universe opens her curtains and we get a peek backstage. Except for this small matter of talking to extraterrestrials, I'm just like you. You probably don't consider yourself to be delusional, or a liar, and neither do I experience those qualities in myself. So don't distrust me because I say that I have friends who are gray. I'm trying to come out of the closet too. I'm really not a new age freak. You and I probably have more in common than not: the same challenges; similar hopes and dreams; a microwave oven that needs cleaning; and kids who outgrow their shoes before their attitudes and eat more junk food than should be possible. There's this dilemma of the stigma associated with declaring that one has had encounters of the fourth kind. If I ask anything of you, dear reader, I ask that, as you read this book, you notice how many assumptions you have as to what is, and is not possible. I might gently point out that just because you limit yourself as to what experiences are possible, does not in any way limit my own. Perhaps that is why I talk to extraterrestrials and you don't (at the moment). But I'm getting ahead of myself. I do understand that it doesn't seem believable, all this ET stuff. I can really relate to that because I've never even liked science fiction-until my own experiences changed all that. When my life turned topsy-turvy that evening, I had no way of knowing that it would me take me this long to finally be comfortable with telling you the truth about it. And I probably wouldn't bother at all, except for the fact that I'm betting that tens of thousands of otherwise ordinary people out there have had similar experiences, but like me, have never told anyone. It's been our little secret. But that's all about to change. I'm a late bloomer. It's taken me decades to find my rhythm and I've been late to mature emotionally. I've been so concerned with what you'll think of me, that I had to really grow up and grow older and get good and cavalier, until I don't care any more that you can't believe the experiences of my own life. Well, okay, my timing may have something to do with my son's age who, at fifteen, is probably too old now to have custody taken away from me over this. So I've thrown caution to the wind and I gotta tell you, it feels great to speak my truth. I will probably ignite the fury of much of the UFO community, who insist that gray "aliens" with large black eyes are really kidnappers-and worse. This book declares that extraterrestrials are enlightened beings-an oxymoron in some paranormal circles. So, you see, I don't even have the approval of the UFO crowd. And if you know anything about current UFO literature, you'll know that such claims are considered blasphemous, or dismissed as a symptom of my having been brainwashed by the ETs. Aside from alienating myself from "respectable" UFO groups, it's also not easy in social settings when you bring up the "E" word. Of course you already know what the general opinion is about such claims. Those who do believe that extraterrestrials probably exist somewhere can't accept that you've met one. Or a whole group of them Do you see how slippery this is? The Standard Cultural Norm is at work deep in our belief system, dictating What Is Possible. It's politically correct to admit to seeing a craft from afar, but never to have had a personal relationship with the occupants. It's perfectly acceptable at the kids' scout meetings to say you've seen a UFO in the night sky while camping in Santa Fe, but you can't have come face-to-face with those that are flying that very craft. It's safe to say that you've observed signs of ET life from afar but there should be no communicating going on between the species. If there is, it can only be limited to squeals of fright as you helplessly become "abducted." At least that version of an encounter will get a baleful nod in the UFO journals, or the tabloids. Of the UFO groupies who do agree that maybe you've been contacted, and that perhaps it may be possible for there to have been some sort of telepathic communication going on (some ufologists agree that ETs probably don't use their mouths to speak), such telepathic communication is only valid to them if the extraterrestrials in question are positioned some arbitrary distance to that of the human. So you can receive telepathic communication if you say that you're lying on a tabletop in a spacecraft being dissected and that the being is three feet seven inches from you. That, they say they can believe. But not if you're across the room, or across the street, or the craft is overhead or above the house, or above the galaxy, then it's no longer possible to "hear" anything telepathically. Never mind that astronauts use devices to keep in touch with NASA back on Earth when they're out and about in space, and no one thinks a thing of it. Your great-grandmother would think that this is a miracle. Apparently, it's not believable to consider that beings who are far more advanced than us in every aspect can figure out a way to stay in touch. I've set the stage for what I'm up against here because this is not an easy task. There's not a whole lot of dignity in my line of work. There may be more entrenched preconceived, negative assumptions, and stigma associated with UFO phenomena than any other field, period. But although this work can be lonely, it is not without reward. The pioneer spirit is alive and thriving in my household and inspires those of us who have been holding on to a secret for too long. I bet that you accept that the world is not flat. Some of us know right now that extraterrestrials contact humans. And that contact does not fit into just one type, style, mode, or pattern. To insist that it must because you haven't heard about it before, doesn't make it invalid. The spectrum of universal experience does not fit into only two or seventeen categories. There's no finite number of potential miracles and in addition, even the aspects of miracles would have to be miraculous. Just who are these extraterrestrials and why would they want to know us? Or are we just lab rats to them, running around in a maze on our freeways, and periodically being beamed up to be inspected? Here then, is the first of several dialogues that I share with you. Come with me on an adventure, even though your mind may protest that such communications from other physical beings in the galaxy cannot really be possible. But join me anyway. Perhaps for the first time, so many of our questions will be answered. Assume nothing, and bring yourself to this communication with an open heart and you may find that you too are growing fond of these neighbors who we once called, "alien." Lisette welcomes any correspondence! In particular, she is looking for written submissions from others who have had their own encounters with otherworldy beings, to be part of her next book. Please submit a one- to three-page summary, describing whom you have met or who has contacted you; what you have learned and how the contact has impacted you or others who know you. Please send via email or mail to the address at left. For media requests, please contact Grace Pedalino, publicity director for Hampton Roads Publishing company, at (434) 296-2772 ext. 20, or via email at [email protected]. Lisette sends out news, shares stories, and answers reader-submitted questions in her mailing-list newsletter. You are invited to sign up for the list using the form on the left. 23 Jul 2003 @ 08:32 by craiglang : Thanks Marie I noted your writeup in the CE working group. Thanks for adding it here, too. Other entries in Articles 10 May 2009 @ 23:02: Stars in our eyes? 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