The below was one of my most popular posts with many comments. The story of mysterious blood sub-type – RH negative. Some researchers including myself feel this blood sub-type is an alien connection – maybe a tracker vector or maybe the humans that possess it are compatible with an alien species. Enjoy again
There have been some interesting theories about Bloodlines. These theories range from how it can affect the human race to how it can determine your life role and even your status on this planet. As you may know, there are four blood types in the world. O type is the oldest and most common and A-type is second common, B third and AB least common. The Rh factor, which can occur in all blood types, is related in a strange way to the Rhesus primate (monkey).
The majority of the world population has the factor (RH), meaning they are positive. But 15% of the world is negative – lacking the factor completely. At this point, let me mention 33% of the Basque population is Rh-negative. And 55% of the Basque population is Blood type O, which is the highest in the world. The combination puts a lot of O negatives folks in the unique Basque country. I will write more about the Basque people in Part 2
A Blueblood is a term that the Royal European family has been called because many are RH negative and their blood is slightly blue. RH negative blood does not oxidize the way Rh-positive blood does hence the blue color (less oxygen). For many years the UFO community has whispered that Rh-negative humans are quite the prize for the alien groups that have been abducting people around the world over the last hundreds of years or more. I have not seen a conclusive study on this but after talking to several thousand abductees and contactees the Rh-negative folks could be a special targeted group. My guess is that people with this bloodline- factor have abilities that are created and passed down from genetic contact with non-humans. More in future postings –
Sleep Tight, Our blood is our cosmic signature, and it is important to know if you are negative or positive for many reasons.
In the past, David and I have done a bit of dueling bingos on my website about the reality of Sasquatch and their possible involvement with missing persons in the wilderness. As time goes by people’s wisdom and knowledge can change or evolve and that is what I believe has happened to David over the years, it happens to us all. I have followed him for several years, he is a good guy, a great researcher, and an excellent detective. He has asked to spread this important video – so enjoy.
Diaries are full of treasures, especially those forgotten over time. As I started to read my diary, page after page revealed a world I let slip by. I’m going to share with you just a snippet of a life and time in the medicine world.
While the Medicine Man ThunderBow wasn’t always easy to understand, he told me how being aware in the waking state affected the dream state, which seemed to make sense. I looked back at my diary and saw that we had called the dream state “dimensional walking.” It knocked my socks off, the very fact I had forgotten this and so many other experiences.
Dimensional walking was introduced to me when I was just 20. At first it seemed like too much discipline, and that was the last thing I wanted to do, especially with just being a few years out of high school. I wanted to spread my wings and be totally free of any kind of discipline. ThunderBow would just smile as I would give excuse after excuse as to why that didn’t appeal to me, but it seemed like he was always a few steps ahead of me, patiently waiting, knowing I would eventually come around.
Something was still coming at me in my dreams. I would wake up scared, sometimes scream or talk in my sleep. He would pat my shoulder and let me know everything was OK. I was safe, and he would mumble a few words in a prayer and usually, this put me at ease and I would fall back asleep. It was nerve-racking, and even as the days were long in the waking state, my nights were just the same. I could feel something out of reach, out of eyesight, and out of my understanding ready to pounce on me.
ThunderBow said that whatever this was knew I was a medicine woman long before I knew or even had an inkling that this path was even a possibility. I always wondered why he would smirk because it was never very funny to me. I would feel as if I was running ahead of myself in my dreams, and as I would catch up to myself, I would see a scary monster. There’s nothing scarier than thinking you are the monster you are running from.
At my wit’s end, I finally decided to follow ThunderBow’s instruction and learn how to do dimensional walking. It seemed quite weird, and I was out of my element at first. Meditation is not my strong suite because my mind is a chatterbox with an endless dialogue to keep itself company. Sometimes there would seem to be multiple whispers going on at once whenever I would try to quiet myself. It was as if they would go on autopilot at the hint of any meditation.
To help me learn how to focus on the “now,” ThunderBow arranged for my first sweat lodge with some friends. He set up a special ceremony for me so that I could understand the importance of discipline and focus. This was key to me being able to confront this monster or the dark entity that wouldn’t leave me alone.
It’s important to note that ThunderBow felt I needed something a bit extreme to kickstart my apprenticeship into dimensional walking. With that being said, the sweat lodge was the start of my medicine path. It was an extreme introduction into a world of the unknown and mysterious realm of shadows and magic … and did I say hot! There’s nothing like feeling like your face is falling off to get your attention. Yes, it was hotter than Hades, and it lasted what felt like an eternity, which was really just over an hour. I crawled in the sweat lodge a bit intimidated, lost and adrift from reality, and crawled out divergent, as if something had breathed new life into me. I was ready to start my tutelage into ThunderBow’s dimensional walking, or so I thought.
Step one was easier than I thought it would be because all I had to do was look for my hands in my dreams. Things changed quickly when I achieved this. Then I had to find large hands or hands wearing gloves or rings, etc. Then came inanimate objects, like bowls or vases that had designs painted on them. And then he upped the ante and asked me to find people in certain clothes and colors. Then I searched for small landscapes and trees. And the hardest of all for me was looking at the sky and finding clouds. I found that I mostly saw color, so ThunderBow said to choose to see in black and white. I didn’t like this because I felt like I would get stuck dreaming in a black-andwhite world. He assured me that I could turn color on just by intending it like a switch.
The good thing about all my exploration was the monster seemed to stay at bay and I was able to focus harder on my research into the realm of dimensional walking. The idea of dimensional walking has everything to do with your conscious awareness as you go to sleep. It’s not just a reminder, but an intention to keep the same awareness in dream time so that the assemblage point (dream body) can move about as if you never went to sleep.
It’s also about being aware of what’s happening to your surroundings as you sleep. Being out of the body and traversing into unknown dimensions was only part of it. I had to be aware of my body back in my bed in my repose position. It was when I was at the two-year mark that something quite terrifying happened that changed everything. I can remember to this day how empowered I felt at first, and then the stark reality hit me of being completely vulnerable and unprepared for the consequences of what I was doing.
ThunderBow said my next goal was to find a movie theater. So I went to bed and focused on finding a movie theater. It took a few weeks, but one night within what seemed minutes of falling asleep, I was sitting in the theater with other people. I felt the seat, heard the music playing in the background, and I smelled popcorn. The movie hadn’t started yet, so I was just sitting by myself staring at a huge white screen. I then remembered to come back to my body, wake up, and then go back to sleep and go right back to my seat in the movie theater. I did it and was elated the next morning.
The following night ThunderBow wanted me to find rocks to walk on and look for a village or small town. I think he suggested somewhere like the English countryside. I thought that would be quite interesting, so I went into my place of quietude and ventured onwards. At first I remembered almost popping into a rocky place and smelling the dirt. It was almost like I was literally in the country. I looked around me, and there were large trees and bushes on a slanting hill.
I was facing a hill full of rocks that seemed easy enough to climb, so I started putting my hands on the rocks and pulling myself up. As I was climbing up the rock incline, I started to feel tingling in my hands and arms. As I reached the top of the rocky hillside, I saw a country house in the distance, and that’s when I got a big whiff of the dirt, flowers, and tiny shrubs up my nose. I felt the wind on my face, and my hair was blowing to the side. It was the first time I had ever felt the wind, and the shock of it and all the smells in my nostrils made me feel dizzy.
I then saw this auroral glimmer go into my hands and up my arms. I felt as if I was coming alive with this wash of scintillating energy, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I didn’t get out of there, I would have fully integrated into the very location I was at. It no longer felt like a dream, but more like an actual place. I remember thinking to myself, is this dimension like back home? When I could feel the cool dirt beneath my hands, I freaked out and pushed away from the rocks. I started to slide down forgetting that I was on a rocky slope, yelling and grabbing for branches to slow my fall.
Then I slowly woke up. I knew something weird had happened because there was a little bit of dirt on my sheets and under my fingernails. This was a first. I realized that what I had done seemed beyond me, and when I told ThunderBow what happened, he seemed pleased but very concerned. We had been working toward something that once attained was a whole other ballgame. He had me take a break from dimensional walking so I could get my bearings back and try again. I never did allow myself after that to go as far into another realm. I held myself back and just couldn’t yield to the dangers of uncharted territory.
I know the rules here in this reality, but to do the dimensional walking I realized that there weren’t any handbooks on what to do if you find yourself lost in another realm. You can’t get cold feet once you are there, and getting back in itself could be a wild ride
Last but not least, I did the one thing I needed to do. Remember the monster hidden in the shadows of my dreams? Well, I confronted it. ThunderBow had me find a mirror, and he said to look into it and tell him what I saw. It took me awhile — I guess because I was avoiding it — but when I finally was able to find a mirror and look into it, I saw a hideous face looking back at me. I started to back away when something weird started to happen. It slowly morphed into my face. And there I was left looking at myself, no monster left insight.
As Medicine Man Black Elk once said, “Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking.” In my case, I had found that I had been afraid of myself and my potential. Philosopher Henri-Frédéric Amiel stated, “Dreams are excursions into the limbo of things, a semi-deliverance from human prison.” It was evident I had freed myself, and I realized that there was so much that dimensional walking could help me figure out and remedy. It was a key to a self-imposed prison. In some ways, I was the prison guard.
Dimensional walking was an insight into the deeper pool of who I really was. I unlearned cultural esthetics that didn’t feel right and had the courage to develop opinions that were solely mine. I also saw that there is so much within myself that is basically uncharted territory. I have continued at a more cautious level with dimensional walking, and I feel it has integrated into my Third Eye sense of awareness.
I haven’t looked into another mirror since that impactful experience. I guess if I have one question today, it would be, what would my reflection look like now? I guess I’ll have to find another mirror and find out.
I have been doing research in the strange but real world of UFO and the Paranormal for over 50 years, and one thing I have learned is that you need to practice some serious form of self-protection, especially when doing field research. This is because we are dealing with entities like reptilians, ghosts, forest beings, and dark entities of all shapes and forms and they can harm you physically and mentally.
The problem here is since a researcher is going into various powerful beings’ habitat, it is truly best to put some protection around your physical and energetic body. These entities can attach themselves to the unaware researcher and cause havoc after the person leaves the field research area and re-enters his/her home base.
So what can happen if you are not careful and don’t protect yourself? Here are a few examples. First, many of you have heard of Skinwalker Ranch, a powerful vortex in Utah where strange entities come and go through a portal area on the old ranch. The volume of strangeness became so great that the government took it over to watch over this huge vortex. Back before the government took over, a man came out to meditate on the ranch and to make contact with the alien entities, but through this process, his mind was possessed by frightening beings, and that ended his meditation career, and he was never the same. Rainbow and I also went to the Ranch. It seemed like everything was quite normal with the experience. We smudged before and on the way back home but a couple of strange entities followed us to our house. Rainbow being empathic was able to communicate with the two entities, keeping the diabolical one at bay.
Another personal experience I had, was when I was meditating in my home in Georgia, I received a telepathic warning that entities were on their way. The warning led me to believe they were coming for negative purposes so I prepared myself and was ready. Shortly after I received the warning, three reptilian beings came into my meditation and wanted permission to enter my house and possibly do harm to me and/or my family. I confronted them outside my home and they vanished. Confronting them in a fearless way normally will stop their advances.
All of these bad outcomes could have been avoided with a little extra protection. Researchers should simply clear themselves as they leave their homes, doing both, a clearing mantra and smudging. Also before entering a research area, researchers should ask for permission which can either be granted or reject. If permission is rejected, leave immediately. Finally, if permission is granted and you are leaving the research area you should thank the entities for allowing you to occupy their space. A final protection could be to recite a mantra before the researcher enters his/her home base stating that no entities may enter your sacred place now or ever. It’s quick and it works.
Sleep tight, you always need to protect your mind and soul, because they have infinite cosmic value. To some entities, it’s like winning the lottery, especially if they can invade a human’s inner- self.
Werewolfs and Wolfman have been known around the world since the beginning when man started to pass down stories of them from Scandinavia. England to India, China, Japan, Brazil, and Russia to name a few areas.
These were scary creatures tall with a wolf-like appearance (with a longer narrower snout than a wolf ), running bi-pedal, with strides four to six feet and more. They are quite a sight, as I will tell you about my personal experience later.
Wolves in Native American vision are magical animals – powerful, very smart, and with a spiritual aura to them. They probably have nothing to do with the Cryptids that have the appearance similarities. Wolves are magnificent creatures, I have seen them in the wild and one to touch from a wolf sanctuary. It’s a must event on your bucket list. That is why I have them at the top of my web page.
A werewolf and wolfman are the mythical versions of the Dogman. They are mythical because these have a man turning in a wolf or a man part of them and I don’t buy it. Man has always tried to make things scarier, so we embellish for maximum effect.
But Dogman is real, we ( Rainbow and I ) have seen one. Back several years ago when we lived in New Mexico we were hiking on the east slope of Sandia Mountain outside of Albuquerque. We parked at the trailhead, Rainbow got out first ( as normal ), and moved toward the trail, I got out and saw a huge bear in front of her and I shouted to watch out. The bear ran and that was that., at least we thought, Then Rainbow noticed a very tall hunched over person gliding across the ridge ahead of us. I saw it too, but it was NOT a person – it was an 8 ft plus Dogman. After catching our breath we decided on a fearless move, follow it.
So we curiously walked toward a situation we were hoping wasn’t a trap. After moving slowly up the trail about 1/2 mile in. about 150 or so feet away. leaning next to a huge tree there it was very still and watching us. Its body seemed to slowly sway back and forth. Huge head, big eyes, multi-colored hair/fur. Then suddenly we felt we needed to back off and go back and leave. We think the pushback was from the Dogman. But we did get a picture as we left -see below.
Sleep tight – Dogman are real – but I sincerely believe they are not dangerous to man as long as one , heeds their warning
I always remember many years ago in Georgia a peer I worked with had an interesting story. We had been talking for several weeks about Sasquatch up in the north Georgia mountains where I would explore and try to make contact with them.
Shortly after that conversation he had outside wall knocks in the middle of the night in rural Clayton County, he first just thought it was a plank, second time no so sure, because he was able to rush outside to see nothing. The third time he did catch a glimpse of a large brown figure moving toward the woods. Sasquatch maybe, interesting they have an ability to be invisible at times and they may have knocked the first two times and just stand around while my friend just looked around and saw nothing. Wall knocks are quite common in the Sasquatch world, and I have heard several other examples, in my years of research. Why does Sasquatch do it, well for various reasons I believe, mostly for fun, they watch you race out of your house and look silly? But other times I believe it is a warning, like maybe mind your own business or stay out of my home territory.
The next two recent stories are from our present home in Oregon. The first one about two weeks ago. I was watching TV at night at the far end of the house and Rainbow was in the other side writing in her office. Suddenly there was a huge shaking of the house and booming sound on Rainbow’s side, I didn’t hear it, but Rainbow was shaken up. She delayed telling me so I would not rush out of the house to check it out, she (being an empath) felt it was of paranormal in origin. I checked the house out in the light of day. There was no damage to the roof or the exterior walls. Was it a warning?
The next story was last night or early morning – suddenly woken up from a night of deep sleep to hear a crashing sound – like glass without breakage, Rainbow also woke and heard something sliding and falling, but not glass. In the morning we both looked around and nothing out of place. Rainbow did have a sense something was messy with our stuff and after the things fell they/it quickly picked them up and they vanished -gone. I guess just another 2020 bump in the night
This is part two of last week’s Posting 10/02/20, things to do to survive an EMP event or another super disaster which could happen soon,
Some of these suggestions come from a meeting I had with FEMA during my 2002 Olympic games experience, the meeting was about disaster preparedness. And other suggestions are from research I did over the years on survival training.
Either decide to hunker down in your present residence and or decide on a safe place no more than 1 ½ hours from your residence
Dense urban areas are not a good choice during a super disaster – people after 4 or 5 days get very strange especially ones that have not properly prepared and that will be 90 to 95% of the population
You will need a reliable safe source of water for 3 months minimal – 1 gal. per person per day minimum.
Food 3 months or more – Can/ pouches goods – variety Fish like salmon – fruits, veggies. cooked and no heat needed. (( two manual can openers ))
$300 cash per person– if you have coins or bullion take.
Meds. daily ones 6 months – First aid kit and safety matches several flashlights, and battery lanterns, and plenty of extra batteries.
Always keep your car gas tanks full and if possible 20 or more extra gals of gas, but don’t transport during the crisis – Remember very few Gas stations will have power – probably none.
Buy a battery/Crank radio — shortwave, AM and FM model —
Weapons – if you are a non-gun person – a couple of baseball bats will come in handy.
The above list is for the basics and I am sure there are a few other items you will want to have, But remember, you will have only 15 minutes to load your car and start your trip to your safe place , that is it, it’s critical to be on the road quickly before the rest of the world wakes up to this disaster. Now you will want to load your car – as soon as you realize there is a total regional black-out( with no logical reason) also with no cell coverage.
Next is your car hardened from the EMP blast?– here are two sites that discuss that
So here we go – so here goes America – Democracy is a wonderful way to govern people because, in theory, they are governing themselves but its downfall, is that it is fragile and relies upon people doing the right thing and making sound decisions, based on truths. And the truth is hard to come by these days.
With that said, let me continue – we as you all know by now are suffering a 100-year Pandemic, a President that has pushed our Constitution to its limits, racial civil unrest as intense as any time in American history, natural climate disasters like never before, and last but not least a national election like no other in American History, that could tear us apart like the Civil War.
And we have foreign enemies that know very well know how to use propaganda to further weaken our country. We are in a weakened state, no doubt in my mind. Our enemies have never had a better chance to physically attack and seriously damage our democracy.
So here is what I think, there is another Super event coming — when is it coming? at our lowest point of total stress – which I believe is the time frame of now through after the election until someone concedes it and victory for them is agreed upon on a national level.
The Super event is a terrorist like attack from one or two countries in the form of an EMP – Electromagnetic Pulse on a nationwide level, which will freeze/destroy all things electronic and the repair will take months even years, totally destroying our economy and our democracy as we know it. I know this is grim and I sincerely hope I am totally wrong, but thinking about it long and hard I believe its probably a (50-50) chance of happening, because our enemies know this opportunity won’t again happen in their lifetimes – they must strike soon.
Sleep tight — in a few days, I will give some suggestions on how to have a chance to survive. And many people will survive.
Covid-19 is a multi-dimensional being, which in my estimation is delivering messages to our RNA and our DNA. But I am not sure yet, are these messages good or bad, are they strictly changes or are they enhancements? The virus has this amazing ability to get into our cells and muck with them. And most of the time we are just a pass-through vehicle with no change or no harm done.
That brings us to transhumanism, the melding of human bio with other non-human bio or even AI. So Covid-19 could be a vector to start the trans-human process- make us into this new being. or new species, or Human 2.0.
Now the vaccine, I must start this off with a disclaimer statement I am not a fan of vaccines. But I acknowledge their success in conquering some very bad diseases, polio, yellow fever, smallpox, and a few others, but our drug companies have in the last 20 years changed the definition of the word vaccine – to the “goose that lays the golden eggs”, trying to vax us for everything and its beating up our bodies and weakening our own immune system.
So the Covid19 vax race is on and a new player has surfaced the mRNA vaccine, where particles similar to the real virus are injected into you and making your body create synthetic genes and they in theory provide the body with a safe target to create immunity. Also maybe not a good thing, those Synthetic genes can be patented by the drug company and strangely enough those synthetic genes become part you and owned by the drug company. Go figure. And as we are going warp speed to create these vaccines with Synterinc genes – we have no idea what the long term effect on the human genome will be.
Sleep tight – 2020 will be over in less than 100 days , but will we have survived ?
My adventure to Egypt changed my life forever. Sometimes lessons are learned when we least expect them or when we aren’t looking for them at all. With this being said, this is my story of the unexpected adventure that turned my life topsy turvy into the realm of the Priestess.
Egypt is the mysterious Mistress of magic and ancient knowledge. She’s the elixir of times not forgotten but kept secret behind closed doors surrounded by sand and desert. Moments in our lives come and go but the memories linger on beyond our lifetime into the next, just as the sands in an hourglass turn over and over again.
I realized the moment I stepped foot on Egypt’s ancient sands, I had truly for the first time in my life, come home. The Priestess in me awakened to the sounds of morning prayer and the belly dancer’s drums, summoning a night of dance. My soul shouted in delight and my spiritual quest began with a vengeance that was foreign and scary all at the same time. It was the first time I was in the presence of Source, the old ways, or as some call them, the Ancient Aliens.
As a dancer, yes, I was in my element but as a Medicine Woman, in some ways, I was in way over my head. Let me explain.
Before I ventured to Cairo, Egypt in 1991, I was told by two of my mentors that Egypt could be dangerous for me because I was open, meaning I was already learning the old ways of ceremony and prayer. As a young Medicine Woman, there were things I was already experiencing that were a bit dark so my teachers stressed that I rethink my plans. The 28-year-old in me didn’t listen and to this day I am forever grateful to her that she didn’t but that doesn’t mean they weren’t right.
My ex-husband, a medicine man named Thunder Bow gave me an amulet to wear to keep me safe and a friend made me a small hand made knife that I hid in my boot in case I needed to protect myself. But how does one protect themselves from an archaic and highly intelligent Source that has been around since the beginning of time? I sensed “them” before I stepped aboard my plane and they made their presence known in subtle ways such as nonsensical dreams and knots in my stomach that seemed to never go away.
My trip started out as a belly dancer’s dream but in actuality, it was a coming home to my Priestess roots. I didn’t know beforehand that I had been a Priestess many lifetimes in Egypt. Past life memories came back to me in vivid dreams, vibrant and emotionally riveting. They came non-stop, a young girl of 14 or a boy of 10 at first. Then my memories flashed and changed to me being a woman of high importance, priestesses surrounding me in the moonlight and a ceremony being performed to the Goddess Isis. Some of the past lives were in interesting times, such as the upheaval of Akhenaten’s priests fighting with soldiers and overtaking the inner sanctum of one of the pyramids. The vengeance of the old Gods was terrifying! I had a flashback of Tutankhamen coming to Luxor for the Sham el Nessim celebration. I was shocked and in awe as these memories flooded into my waking state. It was as if I never left.
I was remembering so much so that I sensed someone or something was not happy that my memories were coming back. Throughout the many months I was in Egypt, 2 attempts were made on my life and the third and last attempt which happened back in New Mexico, almost succeeded.
The first attempt happened one morning when I was visiting an indoor market underneath an apartment complex. It was probably 20 stories high in a crowded area by Maadi a suburb of Cairo. I had walked in for some groceries and when I bought all I needed, I walked back out into the street. Within seconds, a woman suddenly yelled at me in English, “Watch out!”
An area rug about 10 feet long came crashing down, barely missing me by a few feet. If I hadn’t jumped back, I don’t think I would be telling this story. My legs became weak and I felt as if they were going to collapse under me. I was in utter shock when people came running over to me from all directions. Everyone was asking me if I was okay while I looked up, seeing multiple balconies but no sign of where the rug came from. I pushed my way through the crowd and walked away with shaky legs and somewhere inside of me, I sensed that was a warning.
Later that day in the afternoon, I was walking down a street by the little apartment I rented. I was weary but had calmed myself down from the morning’s close call. The butterflies in my stomach had just left me and I was feeling more assured that it was just a coincidence when all of a sudden, a white van full of people came rushing up behind me and hit me from my left side. My left elbow saved my life because it made me bounce off the van. If I hadn’t bounced off the van, I would have been knocked under it and it’s back wheel would have run me over. It all happened so fast, seemingly in a split second, within a blink of an eye.
I yelled at the driver who stopped the van and again people came running towards me to see if I was okay. I looked at the driver and yelled, “Majnoon!” which means crazy in Arabic. The driver had a strange look on his face as he tried to calm me and the crowd down. People were yelling at him and I realized that if I didn’t leave it would have turned into a chaotic scene. I left the crowd, went to my apartment and realized something was either trying to kill me or get my attention.
The bruise on my arm was only the beginning.
The nights were alive with magical scents such as jasmine and other flowering smells that will forever stay with me. But within all of this enchantment there was always a reminder that this is where time truly began, and if I forgot to remember where I was, the ominous silent night constantly reminded me that there were hidden eyes watching … always.
I awoke one night with startled and panicky breathing, like I had been running in my sleep. I was on my stomach with my head turned which wasn’t my normal position because I’m a side sleeper. I realized immediately that I was completely paralyzed accept for my eyes. I was panning the room trying to figure out what to do. I felt pressure on my lower back as if something was holding me down. I tried to turn around but to no avail. I thought I had come down with some weird disease and I started to panic and perspire from my adrenaline and fear kicking in. I was literally wet from head to toe like I had just stepped out of a shower.
I remembered, Thunder Bow teaching me how to focus so I could calm my mind. I knew it was just a matter of remembering where my inner sanctuary was, so I closed my eyes and tried to push off whatever was holding me down. It felt like an eternity but in reality, it was only 10 minutes or a little more to fixate on my 3rd Eye. When I was able to calm myself down, I felt the pressure on my lower back instantly disappear and I turned over literally overcome with relief, and within seconds, I jumped out of bed. I looked all around the room trying to figure out what had just happened and what could have possibly held me down.
I had a hard time going back to sleep but slowly I drifted off and awoke the next morning sore all over, especially in my lower back. I got up and checked my lower back in the mirror and saw about 5 or 6 small brown circles, like burn marks on me scattered around within a 6-inch area. They didn’t hurt at all and within 2 or 3 days, they were gone.
I became friends with a guy I’ll call Jimbo. We were hanging out at a club called Club Thirteen. Out of the blue, Jimbo asked me if I wanted to climb one of the Queen’s Pyramids. Now, it’s forbidden so I don’t recommend anyone doing it but at that time in the early 90’s, they didn’t have as much security around the pyramids as they do now. It was around 12:30 am so I was intrigued and said yes. We hailed a taxi and within 30 minutes we were in an area just below the Queens Pyramids. We got off in this location so we could go in a back way where we wouldn’t be seen. We walked by old burial chambers dug in the side of rocks of the workers who supposedly built the pyramids or so the story goes. It was eerie and I could almost hear them whispering to us, asking us what we were doing there.
Once we walked past the burial chambers which took about 20 or 30 minutes, we found ourselves at the foot of one of the Queen’s Pyramids. I can’t remember which one but it was at night and I was a willing participant partially because I knew it was taboo. Jimbo asked me if I was sure I wanted to climb up and I said, “Absolutely!”
We started our climb and within a short time, we were at the top. I remember clearly the mosquitos, millions or should I say billions of them buzzing around us! I mentioned to Jimbo that I just couldn’t take the mosquitos anymore when all of a sudden, puff, we were gone and then back again! It was like a time glitch had just happened. When we came to, and it was around 6 am because we could hear the morning prayer on all the loudspeakers throughout Cairo. It was eerie to “wake up” to that sound and realize that we had been up there for a long time, at least 2 to 3 hours with no memory of what happened. Interestingly enough, I had no mosquito bites on me at all!
We climbed down the pyramid freaking out that we would be discovered and made a mad dash back towards the small village. We hailed a cab and went to get coffee and breakfast. I was a chatty Kathy and Jimbo was silent and moody. No matter how much I prodded him, he wouldn’t talk about what had just happened to us and after that incident, he never wanted to go out or do anything with me again.
Was the paralysis and the missing time connected? I can’t be certain but I have come to realize that with magic and mystery, nothing is a coincidence.
The third attempt on my life happened when I came home.
I’m 5’3, but at that time, I weighed only a hundred pounds when I finally arrived home and my feet touched the New Mexico ground. I was exhausted and tired beyond belief. Interestingly, I ate like a horse and never felt full. I ate as carefully as I could in Egypt so I didn’t venture out into the odd and weird world of exotic foods. I know what you may be thinking, parasites and that was exactly what my family and me thought too but when I went to the doctor, he tested me for a variety of parasites, but didn’t find anything.
I was slowly dying and my ex-husband knew it. He saw a dark, black mass attached to me from my upper right shoulder. I felt off balance and I was walking as if I had injured my back.
Thunder Bow took me to another medicine man named Thomas One Wolf. When I went to meet with him, he sensed that something came back home with me. He told me I had to do a Vision Quest and with his help, he would take care of the “uninvited guest.”
I made sacred tobacco pouches, praying and asking for help as I made each one of them, connecting them together making a circle with twine. They closed me off to the outside world during my Vision Quest so that I could find answers and “see” what this thing was. Three days and three nights became a blur. I mostly remember that I laid in the sun during the day and crawled into my tent at night. I knew instinctively that the sun was going to help heal me. I could feel it’s warmth and somehow I felt its rays go into me, pulsing, targeting this dark mass attached to me. Thomas One Wolf, came and went as if he was a dream, praying and doing ceremony, asking the Ancestors to help. The moment the entity let go of me, I felt as if a ton of bricks had been lifted off of me. I felt light as a feather, light headed and I had to learn to rebalance myself so that I could realign my back and straighten it out. I was no longer hunched back, carrying a weight that was not mine.
Thomas One Wolf said I had only a few months to live when I came to him and that this thing was feeding off my life force. He said it knew I was a medicine woman in this life and that it saw my past lives in Egypt. It was connected to the Djinn and I was lucky I remembered to go to the sun God Ra to help me get rid of it.
The priestess in me came alive and helped me heal and it was with this remembering that my greatest lesson was learned. I brought the memories back to New Mexico with me and with the help of Thomas One Wolf was able to get rid of the attachment.
Egypt is a portal to other worlds that have been apart of our world for a millennium. Did the Ancient Aliens take me somewhere during my lost time on top of the pyramid? How did that black mass find me? Even today, I know something was altered in me during that lost time.
Most importantly, and probably the greatest gift of all, is the fact that all those past lives in Egypt are alive and in me and they are apart of the medicine woman that I am today. Magic is real and when you become apart of it, it lives on in you, reminding you, you are so much more than you think you are. It’s going to sound cliche but to boldly go where no man or woman has gone before, one only has to go to Egypt. There’s no place like home no matter how many life times we live.