Coming To Earth
Based on a sketch by Pat Jackson
Watercolor by Mala Rama ©Mala Rama
Since the age of 3 or 4 I had a mysterious "something" in my head that I could neither define nor make sense of. It was like a very vivid video replaying itself over and over in my head. Because I was very psychic since birth, I just took it to be a "psychic flash" of some kind.
When I began working with the panel of experts who reviewed my case, they'd inform me this was an ACTUAL MEMORY of my coming to Earth from off planet.
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This would later be confirmed by both the CIA agent attached to me and one of my high ranking deep black military abductors.
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​I was clearly someplace that wasn't Earth although I couldn't have told you where I was.
A teacher I loved very much and I were leaving a great white marble Hall and walking toward what I could only describe looking like a town square. A large platform sat at the outer edge of this town square.
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Both my teacher and I were wearing long white hooded robes, of the variety a monk might wear.
As we walked, I remember feeling very sad that I had to leave this teacher I loved so much behind. At the same time, I could feel his sadness at my leaving.
I couldn't have told you where I was going...only that it was on a mission to help many souls in serious trouble and that I'd be gone a long time.
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What I remember most vividly is the night sky that surrounded us - a beautiful midnight blue filled with twinkling points of lights. I thought to myself Take a good look at that sky and remember it because it's going to be a long time before you see it again.
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As my teacher and I walked toward the platform in the town square, many others began to join us, all dressed in the same white robes my teacher and I wore. I could feel their sadness at having to leave as well as the sadness of those they were leaving behind.
Those of us who were leaving mounted the platform, which as it turned out was some kind of teleportation device.
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One minute we were standing on the platform and the next we'd arrived at our destination.
Along the way we were joined by many others - some human-looking like ourselves, others not at all human in appearance. We all dressed differently, spoke different languages but were united in our sense of mission. I imagine our looked something like the cantina scene in the movie, Star Wars.
When we arrived at our destination the leader of our group told us we were in a "holding area waiting to be born". This really confused me. I already existed, why would I need to be born?
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This same leader then told us "Helper ships are standing by to help you during your mission."
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At 3 or 4 years old I couldn't have told you what an ET or UFO was much less anything about any helper ships. I'd be in my 50's when John Lenard Walson showed his photos of the 'motherships' stationed around Earth, at the Probe Intl. Conference. The audience gasped at the sheer size of these ships. There were my helper ships!
Although my teacher I loved so much had told me "There's a surprise ending in this as to who you really are" in no way was I prepared to learn I was not from Earth, much less an Angelic and a member of the Christ Command.
Ms. Agnostic here most CERTAINLY not prepared to learn who that teacher I loved so much and left behind was!
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I was only told by his assistant "We're bringing you up to the ship. There's someone who wants to meet you."
I was escorted to the "someone's" quarters and told to make myself comfortable, he was in a meeting but would join me shortly.
​As I waited I noticed "someone's" quarters were decorated all white, not another color in sight. Well that's pretty damn weird, I thought to myself.
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At that moment the doors slid open and in he walked...​
I don't know what he did but in that instant all of my erased ET memories were restored. I remembered everything of our past history together.
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Yup, it was the Big Guy himself.
He was smiling from ear-to-ear at our reunion and swept me into a bear hug.
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No, I wasn't awestruck like most who meet him. I hauled off and punched him for spinning my head in 360's during the awakening he'd taken me through.
(But then, such is the nature of our relationship together according to him.)
This turned out to be true in that we got off to a real rocky start after being reunited. We fought like 2 bulls in a china shop, locking horns over every little thing.
Things got so bad we were both hauled before the Council and told in no uncertain terms "KNOCK IT OFF YOU TWO!! YOU ARE ACTING LIKE A MARRIED COUPLE FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!"
Me: "Blame your golden boy there! HE's the one acting like a TOOL!'
Council: "Quit acting like a tool, Golden Boy."
He later admitted he had been acting like a tool. Nonetheless, it took us several months to get our footing and learn how to work together as a productive team without ripping each other's faces off. But then he claims that's why he loves me so much...I don't treat him as anything special, just another one of the guys. I accept him as who he really is - human just like all the rest of us.