Dana Redfield

Despite her family's best efforts, Dana was often missing as a child. During childhood abduction in a forested area, she could see out of the large window in the back of the ship onto a red Martian-like landscape. It was like a view into the future of the red desert of Moab, Utah where she later lived and wrote. It was there in Moab that she observed a large gold orb hovering over the town. Since she herself was up on the side of a mountain, she had a unique view of the event. The orb glowed orange like one of the Phoenix lights often seen farther to the south in Arizona where I live. Dana once said that ET contactees tended to be connected to the military, as was she. She had a high-level security clearance and had worked near Area-51 in Nevada years earlier. During the week she flew to work on a DC-3 with blacked-out windows.

In her youth she was raised with the local Utah beliefs in inhabited planets and the concept that God himself dwells on the great planet Kolob that radiates wisdom and light to the other worlds. She felt that it was her calling to remind us of our celestial ancestors. She was contacted by a dark-eyed ultra-serious extraterrestrial that told her that his name was "Los Angelos" - the memory of his penetrating eyes haunted her for a long time. She wondered whether human beings are like pets to the ETs. That idea gives a whole new meaning to the metaphor of Jesus as the Good Shepherd in whom she faithfully believed. She lived her life as if on a hill of solitude, but she reached out to many of us her readers on a personal level. Who can replace her? She was conversant on many esoteric subjects, such as the Archetypes of Carl Jung, Gnosticism, Kabbalah, and in the UFO field anything from nuts and bolts UFOlogy to the phenomenon of women with "Star Babies" and the different types of paranormal and extraterrestrial creatures. She took Kabbalah to an outer space elevation.

When I learned that she had passed away on April 14, I immediately checked my diary for a dream of her and there she was in my dream of April 15, into the morning of the 16th. I'd dreamed of a space age interior of a new home. An enthusiastic girl with bouncing curls came bounding through the door and looked at me very closely, like someone would look right into the lens of a video camera. "Oh great," I thought, "my new place comes with roommates!" Other dormitory kids followed her and by the end of the dream someone was asking me serious questions. Later she appeared in Virginia Tech orange as a close friend bidding me farewell, telling me that she would not be seeing me so often anymore. Then she left into the night with the other young people. I hadn't recognized her because she came to me as a college freshman. Dana had lived in Virginia where her publisher Hampton Roads is located. She came through with the kids from there that had also departed this life.

During her last months, the option on her first published novel, "Ezekiel's Chariot" was picked up and it was to be made into a movie. This news and the completion of her Magnum Opus "Alphabatech" kept her in good spirits while in her last days in our dimension.