Once she was trapped in the cellar of her uncle's home, the survivor of a direct bomb hit. The entities, who at that time appeared as three bright lights, contacted Christa's grandparents in a mutual dream and caused them to insist that digging be resumed.

Later, the entities manifested in human form and motioned her off a bridge just before Allied bombs obliterated it.

Christa saw her first UFO when she was sixteen and living in Great Falls, Montana. The experience began her longing for the stars.

"I knew as I saw this UFO that I did not belong here on Terra [Earth]," she wrote. "Longingly, I wanted to go to my true home beyond our solar system. That night I was told in my dream that the time was not yet, and that I must grow and have patience."

In February of 1961, Christa "lost" five days of her life: "I remember a bright light, a control console and revolving crystals ... I had knowledge of a planet that was my true ancestral home."

She awakened fifteen miles from Great Falls. Five days had passed--although it seemed as if only five minutes had elapsed.

Christa soon discovered, however, that not only had she lost five days, she had also lost her job. And running through her thoughts was this bit of poetry:

Lo and ,behold I enter your mind,

and into your hands I deliver to you

the body of a child!

Born I know not where

Conceived among the stars up there.

Delivered to be raised by Terrans

And to learn their ways

Before returning back home

To my ancestral race.

Jack, a former U.S. Coast Guard electronics technician, from Morro Bay, California, has experienced "visions of an infinitely expanding universe" since his early childhood. He also expressed his occasional feelings of sadness in living among largely insensitive men and women who express too much of the Earth, and too little of the stars.

"It is difficult for me to find people who are willing to drop their daily schedules and thoughts and work and social conglomerations to just experience the magic of life and spirit with a fellow human, "Jack said. "Alas, this tends to dampen my enthusiasm at times, and I pick up too much of the oppression which surrounds me.

"Occasionally, though, there is the fresh breeze of the exceptional individual who blows in from the depths of humanity. At those times I rejoice."

Sherry and I are convinced that if even the archest of skeptics would read the mail from well-adjusted, well-educated, highly contributive men and women who freely claim such transcendental experiences, they would have to concede that "something is going on," that the individual mystical experience is far more widely spread than certain materialistic pundits would have us believe.

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