I'm an alien-Human hybrid, you have a question or two ?

Like I said, it all started with my remission from cancer that one night.

I had prepared to die, alone.

I had rectified my regrets, all the things I had held onto for so long, in preparation for my death.

But, after my remission is when things were revealed to me.

I came here, that night, to ask if anybody had ever experienced a " miracle healing ", and somebody asked me out of the blue if I had heard of the MJ-12 program.

I had not.

I have never studied about UFO's, ET's, Zetas ,etc, I was always a huge skeptic about such things.

I did catch a black triangle hovering over my house about a year ago, no more than 40 feet over my roof, about 3am, but I wrote it off as a " military black OPs " vehicle.

But that night my cancer went away, I was guided by a voice, to a large bin of family photos and relics, I was guided, for lack of better terms, to pick certain items out of this container, in which everything was just jumbled together, I had treated it like garbage for a long time.

Anyway, I reached into the bin without looking, blindly feeling around, and when I touched certain items, the voice said " that, take that out ".

The items were, photos of my mother with her virology lab group, a framed photo of Detlev Bronk, an embroidered crown my mother was making for me on her deathbed, some prayers to Pleiadians in a notebook, some things from my grandfather. A few other items.

Should I keep going ?

I always get the random bans when I try to share my story.

If your'e serious, come to aliencontact.com. You will find a more mature group there.

Ok.

My whole life, my biological father was a mystery.

I did not ask but maybe twice.

My mother would get very upset about it.

I confirmed this by looking up all her friends going back 40 years, they all said the same thing, " We knew better then to ask ."

My grandfather, ex mil in WW2, met with my father's parents one time, when my mother was pregnant with me in the 70's.

They were French diplomats, he didn't speak French, they spoke little English, aside from that, there was no contact between the two families, afaik.

One of my godfathers stated that my father worked with a group that hurt children, that they wanted some of my hair for some rituals, my mother instead took off, and sent me around the country for 12 years, hiding me from him.

Aside from that, nobody knew anything.

I do have the envelopes of hair cut from my head as a child, they were never given to my " father ".

When I was in my late twenties, I found a letter in my mother's basement, sent from my " father ", in which he was apologizing profusely, never mentioned what for, and stating he " really wanted to be in our lives ".

It was unopened.

It was sent in 1978, when I was 6.

My mother had told me she hadn't had contact with him since before I was born.

Something didn't add up, but I did not confront her.

I stopped talking to her out of anger.

When I tried to get in touch 5 years later, she had passed from brain cancer.

Her husband at the time, a Lebanese man from a Druze family
( the Dawood, or the Davidic family ) cut me out, cut me off, and would not contact me.

I didn't want money or anything, I just wanted to know.

It was a hard pill to swallow.

I'm getting the feeling the random ban hammer is coming for me, so if I disappear , or fail to keep responding, you know what happened.

I know they are unintentional sometimes. I can be reached through my blog if that happens. the link in my sig.

Anyway.

So, the night I got healed:

I've been waiting to die, for a few years actually.

I didn't tell a single person I was sick.

I don't have any close living family, and very few friends, I didn't even tell them.

I have had a bad heart for a while, a hamartoma grew around it, and was squeezing it tighter and tighter over the years, I was a heavy smoker, heavy drinker, etc, very bad angina, likely a few small heart attacks I never went to the doctor for.

I was sitting at my desk, playing around online, it was perhaps 1 or 2 in the morning, and I noticed it was dead quiet outside, eerily quiet.

All of a sudden, there were these massive bursts of air coming down on my roof.

*Thump*.....whoosh.....*thump*.....

I look out my window, and all the leaves in the trees are still.

...so I go look outside, out of curiosity, ...nothing. Just quiet.

I go back to my desk, the same thing starts again, with the wind.

It was focused and directed, directly on my roof, and nowhere around my house, or neighbors houses, I checked multiple time.

Then, my house starts making these noises, creaking, etc.

I started hearing bumps outside my house, along the windows outside my office.

...you know that feeling you get every once in a while, where you feel like there's something there with you, but you can't see it ?

The hair on the back of your neck stands up.

And you feel like even if you stood with your back against a wall, it wouldn't stop anything from getting to you.

That's what I got, in spades.

I got quite spooked.

Then, all of a sudden, my heart started doing this strange thing.

It wasn't the normal gymnastics that the heart does when it has an attack for various reasons.

I has become all too familiar with those.

This felt more like somebody had my heart in their hands, and they were caressing it, gently, massaging it even.

I thought that I was about to finally die, so, having nobody to call, I just got a photo of my mother, wrapped a blanket around me, and sat down on the floor to die.

This rubbing went on for about a half hour, then slowly faded for about another half an hour.

The whole time, I felt " High " for lack of a better description, but unlike any sensation I have ever felt before.

There was a white and cold fire in my chest.

That's how it felt.

I was very,...spooked ?,....you would be too.

I was just...sitting there, in disbelief,...thinking about my mother, and the fact that I had perhaps almost gotten to be with her, through my own death.

..which I had asked for many times over.

Instead I got the opposite.

Life, renewed.

I don't know why.

I went to youtube, to listen to some music, and at that moment, the first song that randomly popped up was this one



At this point, I had tears streaming down my face.

This is so difficult to write about.

You guys have no clue all the incredible things that have happened to me in the past three months.

...one sec.

I almost lost an eye to a Man-o-War in the 70's. Had to wear an eye patch for about 6 months. I was about 7.

I got stung in the other eye by a wasp about a year later,lol.

..I hear the light on the Opal coast is quite spectacular.