Quoting: Captain Planet Alex Quoting: !saac
yeah man, me. I'm a fallen angel here for redemption, I'd like to go back home. If you are truthful in your statements, then you are not alone. How did you wake up? Quoting: Captain Planet Alex
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.
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.