I learned to wonder about others and as my brothers and sisters came into my life I learned a new love and caring for other beings. This seemed odd in a way because they were different from me in more ways than one. I did not feel that they had my abilities or had my friends from above. As I grew up in this family on earth I learned they did not. Only one brother did, Charles Hughston and he was really into UFOs and had everyone worried about him so I learned to pretend that they did not exist to fit in with the rest of my family and friends. I felt bad for my brother and would sometimes sneak in his room and ask him why he believed in them so strongly and would ask if he knew any beings that could fly these UFOS. We talked a lot back then but when I asked him last year at Thanksgiving in Houston if he remembered all that he says he does not and really isn't into UFOs now. This made me wonder about how he could have been so much into them as a small child to only out grow the belief. He was adamant back then about his stories and I was keeping quiet. The experiences were not so much belief as experiences that I was told not to share as a child with anyone.
When I went on a trip to White Sands, New Mexico based on my desires and that trip was created for me, I was shocked to say the least. It was said that my Aunt and Uncle were going and my Grandmother was going with them. I had wanted to go terribly and had to convince them I could make the trip because I had had hepatitis A the summer before. I had just completed the third grade and was going to be in the fourth so it was the summer of 1959 when I saw the UFO or flying saucer in White Sands with my two cousins. That was when one flew over and went down in the dunes and landed and I know I was allowed to go aboard. Then when they left they put us to sleep on the sand dunes. My cousins talked about UFOS before and that my Uncle worked on them in the Los Alamos area. We were told not to mention them again at this time.
I still remember the kind ways of the beings and I always enjoyed the knowing that we would someday return to another way of life.
There is another skip in time until I am about fourteen and I begin using my psychic skills with others. I learned to send and receive information that I thought was part of being human. I learned to do things as a teenager that was different and I kept the thoughts to myself. There was something about being different that I learned to experiment with as a teenager. It was learning to think and to create what I desired to happen in my life is the best way to explain it. I would have dreams that would come true. I could dream something and then there would be the same thing happening in the next day or two. This was a way of life for me as a teenager. I learned that I had prophetic dreams. These I sometimes would mention to my Mother or sister to see if they had them and they said it was common to us. That my grandmothers all had this ability. So, I thought that this must be a gift that was inherited. We would all be concerned as children when Mom would dream of an airplane crash which was her specialty and they would be in the news the next day. Mom got very good at it and scared herself and would not talk about it anymore. I learned that this was not good to be different from my parents. So, I figured that which we do not use we lose.
I will continue this story with the memories of being told that I would be given knowledge as it was needed and time that I could not possibly retain all that I wanted to know from these beings who came and went throughout my life. (To be continued in Part 2 for the sake of printing weekly in UFO Digest exclusively.)
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