|Theresa Janette Thurmond Morris writes about people, places, and things pertaining to "Alien Civilizations Exist!" She is a believer and supporter of the future and the accepts that other solar systems and ascended beings exist! She believes that we are not alone in this universe and that we are being visited by other beings more sophisticated than ourselves. She would be glad to speak on the subject and why she believes so strongly. You can read her articles and books. Visit her websites: www.roswellconnection.com and www.ufoassociation.com.
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White Sands, New Mexico
Do we become a part of others who shape the world? This is a question that needs no answer or does it? This is a time of change and transition and I am certainly going through some changes in more ways than one. I have psychic dreams that come true do you?
I am examining my life over the course and time since I have been on earth this time. I say this time because I believe that we have all been before. This is not a religion but more like a relation to what is becoming more of a reality to me as I grow older.
As some of you may be familiar with my stories in the past on UFO Digest for Dirk Vander Ploeg, I have tried to complete a book with a complete chronological order to all that has occurred in my life since I was a child.
The particulars included are the memories of my life as follows:
Contact with extraterrestrials and flying saucers prior to age five with various sightings and memories outdoors. One very intense flight in a UFO or saucer shaped vehicle where I had a feeling of family and friendship above and below. I was left in a field close to my home. During this age, I was taught about telepathy and telekinesis before I knew about the reality and words on earth. I had a particular male being who would aid me as a friend and mentor that my mother could not see.
This was aggravating to me and I remember once being upset when my mother insisted that I go with her in the car. Back then I could stand in the back seat. I still remember being exasperated with her because she left him in my room and I wanted him to go. Mother pretended to go get him because she thought he was my invisible imaginary playmate. To this day, I remember my mother opening the back door to let him in after she left me standing on the back seat. I still feel that strange feeling to this day of not understanding why my mother insisted that he was my invisible playmate that I call Cleo.
I want to begin back in the beginning when I could see these flying saucers checking on my from my crib. I was supposed to remember these views in my mind's eye and therefore I do today. I am not sure why the memories are so important but they seem to speak volumes to me when I try to leave them out of the story.
Then there is a skip to about the second grade when I become ill with Hepatitis A or at least that was what I was diagnosed with in 1958 when I missed the last six weeks of the second grade but passed because my school work was sent home. I was very ill and my extra terrestrial beings actually kept me company and would come and go from the blue skies and white clouds with the bright sun shining. I recall the saucers coming down and flying back like a bright light that would climb up and shoot off very fast. After that I would wonder about lightning bugs and their relation to these beings if any. I was trying to decide how things that were shiny and emitted a light could fly. I would love to catch these bugs then let them go. When we tried to keep them in a jar they would die. This taught me much and I learned to wonder about what gives life on earth and why things die. My grandfather had died and I was never told and yet somehow as a child I knew the truth. I was told I was only 2 ½ and could not possibly remember him but I do. I remember him carrying me and sitting on his lap while he smoked his pip. I remember him taking me to his store downtown and bragging about me when I was in my cowboy outfit. Simple memories but real enough. I was young but remember he wanted a grandson and the meaning stuck in my head when he talked about me as a girl versus being a boy to his friends at the store. But, he learned to love me just the same. This made me wonder about why some of us were born a girl and not a boy at a young age.
It was because of this intertwining of being taught as a child by the beings that came and went in my life as extraterrestrials versus those who loved me on earth. I found myself trying to compare who I was above with who I was below at an early age. I thought this was a normal part of all people and so I never had to talk to others about it. I was a child and assumed that all beings thought inside the same as I did.
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