Objects outside of the weather plane
8/28/04 1:46:09 PM Pacific Daylight Time
I was with a few friends in the summer of 1974 on the beach in Virginia. We saw three amber color objects put on a show over the ocean for thirty minutes or so. I can assure you they were not of this earth? Around the time I was thirteen I had a dream of a women in the whitish rope I have every seen appear in my bedroom window. She was so beautiful words can not describe. I was going through a very hard time and had a lot of fear over the out of body experiences I was having. She told me everything would be all right, and not to fear--and vanished. I have never forgotten this. i can go out on almost any given night and see things in the sky. Even on my last trip to jamaica I saw things that were beyond anything I can explain.
I believe we are now in the last days as we know of planet earth and think it is only weeks or months before ufos will not be able to be dismissed any longer --but for the most hardened critic.
Subj: Walk ALWAYS in the Light!
Date: 8/28/04 10:08:48 AM Pacific Daylight Time
I just read your biography on your web site. What an awesome life you are experiencing. The Light you described is a fundamental part of every soul on this Earth. Many deny it, many explain it away in comforting earthly terms, but everyone has (if only they look deeply) their own "Light" story. Here's mine... from my book - "DearGod@Mysterious.Ways.
Subject: Walk Always in the Light
I had a dream last night that has greatly sensitized my outlook on life. I cannot begin to describe how astonishing it was to experience it, but I will try
One of the signals to me that I am experiencing a lucid dream is my ability to manipulate gravity. I call the process step-flying. The procedure works like this: In certain dreams, I come into them more consciously aware than in so many others (which play out more like a story or movie that I am watching, but not actively performing). When I find myself in this state, I have trained myself to test the situation (which looks, feels, smells, etc. like the real life I experience in my waking state). The test is simply this: If I can take a step and NOT return to the ground (which would be the normal thing to do), then I know that I am lucid dreaming and am able to proceed into this other realm with magic powers - the obvious one being the ability to fly!!!
Many times in the past, I have shared various ideas with others, only to find myself linking them together in a unique lucid dream. Just prior to this dream I had been tinkering with some of my poems - one of which considered the concept of primordial slime
My dream began with me finding myself standing at the edge of a great muddy puddle. As I turned in any direction, I found that I was not at the edge at all, but actually surrounded as far as the eye could see by a heavy slop/goop/gunky sludge kind of stuff (primordial slime, I think now!!). Not wanting to walk in this, and realizing that this situation was real, yet not a logical place for me to be, I decided to try the step-flying test (which, if it worked would be cool, because then I could fly over this stuff, rather than slog through it). As I attempted to do this, my mind said No way - this is too real. My mind, as is often the case, was wrong - I could fly sort of.
Though I could move freely in this muddy mess, I could not seem to rise above it. Instead, I quickly found myself totally coated in slime - in fact I BECAME this slime while still retaining my own psychic identity. Like a kid in a puddle, I soon decided that if you cant fight it, join it - and I proceeded to dive beneath the surface, sound (like Willey the Whale), backstroke, spin around, and generally have a fine old time. Eventually though, I found my lucid focus starting to dim (usually a sign that I am going to return to the normal dream state, or even wake up in my earthly body. I told my mind No! - rather too sharply perhaps, based on what transpired next.
I gave this simple direction as I was nearing the bottom of this gooey sludge. My dream state quickly came back into sharp focus as I started to rise back to the surface. As I rose higher and higher, I felt my body begin to move faster and faster, so that when I finally reached the surface of this vast pool, I did not simply pop out of the slime, but I BLASTED out of it - and continued to rocket higher and higher into the sky. Soon I was a ball of energy shooting straight into the sky - which was very heavy with roiling clouds. I looked up to see where I was going (for I still had my body with me), and far above I could see an angel, just standing on nothing and seemingly guiding me to a specific location in the sky - which was slightly above and to his left.
That spot suddenly began to glow, brighter and brighter, until it literally burnt through the clouds in front of it. First, a bright Light shone through, then the clouds all around it kind of curled back as if they had burnt away. The curling clouds soon came to where the angel was hovering and he was pushed aside (as if he had been tacked to the sky with a pin at the top of his head and his feet were free to swing away from the light).
This light entranced me - I had seen it several times before in other dreams in different forms, but never this bright or solid. Just as I focused fully upon it, I found my body moving rapidly toward it, then blast right INTO it. I was not burned, I retained my cosmic individuality, but, at the same time. I BECAME the Light.
There are certain thunderstorms that I have experienced in my life that have a certain quality to them, both as they are occurring, then after they have passed by. Everything seems to be drawn into them, activated by them and totally, WHOLLY rejuvenated by them. Everything in their path seems to be re-oriented in the same direction after experiencing one of these storms. There was no sound or lightning with this Light, but the same feeling engulfed me as those real thunderstorms. The Light and its effect on me, however, was ten.. no, a thousand.. no, a million times stronger. I BECAME this Light. Every atom in my body was taken aside individually, re-charged, and sent to spinning gaily on its lively paths again. I was totally and completely RENEWED. This process took forever, and it took a few seconds - that was the feeling I received as it occurred.
Just as I was beginning to enjoy and not fear the process of being re-wired, I was abruptly ejected from this Light, and dropped on my butt to the ground below - which was clean and clear of all evidence of slime and goo. Shortly after that, my dream faded and I awoke to my 3-D body.
For days after, I continued to feel the effects of that re-charging. These sensations followed me to my waking state, and I went about my daily chores with a distinct knowledge that things are radically different, deeper, more energized, and most important, more loving than what we can see in our waking world.
Clearly, we cannot simply throw a switch and create the environment I encountered in that dream. The actions I took and the magic I created (or which was created upon me), are against the rules for this time and space we occupy in this life. But I am convinced that they exist, just as surely as this keyboard and I exist, and that I will be able to go back to that source time and time again throughout my eternities when my batteries need re-charging, or my perceptions of what is and is not gets confused.
Walk Always In The Light Always!
8/28/04 8:22:13 PM Pacific Daylight Time
UFO/PARANORMAL WORLD BREAKING NEWS: SWEDISH INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST
TORNBJORN SASSER CONDUCTS EYE-OPENING INTERVIEW WITH Dr RICHARD BOYLAN
ABOUT ALL THINGS ALIEN!
Q1: You speak about the deep bonding that occurs between contactees and
ETs, the emotional and spiritual interconnectedness but also a feeling
of completeness between the human and the ET. Do you think we are in
need of each other? Do you think humans may complete the ETs in some
way? If that is the case then how and why?
Dr BOYLAN: There are many Star Visitor civilizations in contact with
Earth. My research estimate is over 100 such civilizations. Given the
variety of cultures, there will be differences in the way a given race
interacts with persons of Earth.
That said, it is the general experience of genuine experiencers that
they feel almost-overwhelming love from their Star Visitor contact. This
love is fueled by the Star Visitors advanced spiritual and metaphysical
development, and by their recognition of humans as a fellow intelligent
species deserving of respect and love.
As to the question of whether humans are needed to "complete" the Star
Visitors, such "completion" is not intrinsically necessary, but rather
the kind of personal growth experience that, for example, an
anthropologist-explorer would have in meeting and engaging with and
learning from a more primitive but charmingly-simple tribe in a jungle
Q2: In Leslie Bohem's and Spielberg's "Taken" (TV series) the conclusion
is that ETs lack certain emotional properties because of their
evolutionary trajectory and this is why they need to crossbreed
themselves with us. What are your thoughts about this?
Dr B: If such a conclusion were applied to the Star Visitors in
general, it would be
sadly mistaken. (Consider the previous response about overwhelming love
from the Star Visitors.)
There is one race group within the general Zeta Reticulan
mega-civilizations who have bioengineered undesirable psychoemotional
traits (e.g., aggression, hate, envy) out of their genome, as a way of
promoting a more civilized society. The television fictional character
Mr. Spock is an approximate analog of their emotional repertoire. This
race group is characterized by three long fingered hands with
cartiliginous supportive structure, large slanted almond dark eyes,
large craniums sloped up toward the back, thin, light-grayish white
skin, and approximately 3-1/2 foot stature.
However, there are other groups of similar appearance who have
maintained a robust emotional range and thus are capable of, among other
things, tremendous outpourings of love.
(While many people lump all Star Visitor groups resembling this
description into one class, "Zeta Reticulans" or "Greys", it should be
noted that a number of races exist with variations of such features: for
example, four, five or six-fingered hands, skin hues of alabaster,
black, orange, bluish, brown, dark-gray, etc., eyes set horizontally,
eyes which wrap around the side of the head, 5-1/2 to 7 or more feet in
stature, etc. Thus, any lumping of such diverse races and civilizations
together with one label is as inappropriate and unhelpful as saying that
"all Asians look alike to me.")
Over millennia, this restricted-emotional-range group's reengineered
genome has retreated to such a restricted emotional range that this
group has determined that such a restricted emotional range is
interfering with their optimal metaphysical and spiritual development.
Therefore, they have studied the Star Visitor-Earth primate hybrid known
as Earthling, and determined that our blend of Star Visitor-genes mental
and spiritual capacity and primate-genes emotionality is sufficiently
useful, that borrowing human genetic material and resplicing it back
into their genome would meet their need for a somewhat broader emotional
So this group has proceeded to do so, and has produced hybrid offspring
reared aboard their craft. These hybrid children have some human
characteristics included in their general overall Star Visitor genome,
including an enhanced capacity for love and the need to feel being
loved. This race group is pleased with this effort, and look forward to
an improved future for their race.
Some raise the question about whether this group is entitled to borrow
reproductive and genetic material from humans. A thoughtful answer
includes the fact that this race group are the ones who bioengineered
humans from Earth primate stock in the first place, by gene-splicing in
some of their genes for intelligence, larger brain case, dexterity,
emotional control, and upright posture, so as to fashion Homo Sapiens
Since we are their bioengineering handiwork, it can be argued that they
have a right to borrow back some genetic material. But there is another
factor that comes into consideration here in any attempt to morally
evaluate another culture's activity. The Star Visitor group under
discussion is like virtually all of the other Star Visitor cultures in
this respect: they share the value that the individual's personal
interests are subordinate to the major important interests of the
Likewise one community's less vital issues of self interest yield to
critically-important issues of other neighboring societies, since they
are all members of a community, and in a community, one member's
less-important interests yield to another member's issues of vital
Thus, in the matter of borrowing a tiny sample of genetic or
reproductive material so that a race may regain abilities which are
crucial to its metaphysical and spiritual advancement, the
restricted-emotional-range Zeta group who borrow such genetic material
so that they can genetically engineer important affective abilities back
into their race, there is no proportion between the slight inconvenience
of a limited number of Earthlings versus the metaphysical and spiritual
salvation of an entire (off-worlfd) race. Given that that race would die
out without this genetic repair, the issue of moral necessity further
strengthens the conclusion that our original off-world bioengineers are
entitled to borrow a bit back from the human genome hey originally
Additionally, this group "shares the wealth." In other words, in
addition to bioengineering some desirable traits from human DNA into
their genome and producing Zeta hybrids, they also upgrade the DNA in
the reproductive material of the human experiencers they visit, so that
these persons can later go on to be parents of highly advanced children,
the Star Kids. The joy and pride such advanced kids bring their parents
more than compensates for the momentary borrowing of reproductive
Q3: Would you say that the OBE state is a natural and reliable means of
communications with entities not only in other dimensions but also with
ETs living on other physical planets travelling here and monitoring us
in different ways? Could you please elaborate on this?
Dr B: The use of Out-Of-Body state, or "astral travel", is a useful
means of contact with the Star Visitors, whether the flesh-and-blood
physical Visitors, or the less-solid ultra-dimensional ones, or even
those beings who have evolved past physicality to exist as packages of
pure energy, or pure light, or even just pure thought. In fact, it is my
research finding that the majority of close encounters with the Star
Visitors are in the OOB/astral travel mode, particularly after the Star
Visitors have "broken the ice" by an initial physical visit to the human
Remote viewing (clairvoyance) is another way to "travel" and make
contact with the Star Visitors. This involves not so much moving one's
astral body to another location as it does redirecting one's
consciousness to a "target"/coordinates which exist at a different
The reliability of utilizing Out-Of-Body travel, or remote viewing, is a
matter of the ability, skill, and practiced experience of the person so
engaged. It is well to use a mentor in developing such skills, since
there exists considerable capacity for misinterpretation of results and
self-deception about what was experienced.
Q4: Please summarize your own experiences of close encounters with ETs.
Dr B: My first (recalled) Close Encounter took place from about 11:20
p.m., April 12, until 12:20 a.m., April 13, 1992 on a lonely stretch of
U.S. Highway 180 in southern New Mexico, USA.
April 12, 1992, after leaving Alamogordo I proceeded west on Interstate
10 towards Deming, NM in my Chevy Blazer. I had my CB radio on,
listening to and talking with truckers along the way. At Deming I turned
off onto U.S. 180, heading northwest towards my destination for the
night, a campground in Gila National Forest. Highway U.S. 180 is a
two-lane blacktop road that goes in an almost straight line for 53 miles
between Deming and Silver City, through absolutely empty and featureless
Sonoran scrub desert. It's mostly flat, with an occasional gentle rise,
and this night had maybe three cars on it besides mine the entire
When I left Interstate 10 at Deming it was just after 11 p.m., on a
cloudless and starry night in the pitch-black desert. As I pulled away
from the Interstate, the CB audio traffic died out due to distance. I
was weary but alert enough to safely complete my drive to the
campground. I estimated I would arrive by 12:30 a.m. As I settled in to
this final leg of a long day's drive, I was aware that the road rose
gently after about 15 miles. It was at about 11:20 p.m. I vaguely
noticed a patch of whiteness shining in the moonlight on a rise over to
the left, about 200 yards off the road. I remember vaguely considering
it as a patch of snow.
(Later I realized that there could not be snow at this lowest part of
the southernmost region of the New Mexico desert; I had not seen snow on
the ground since traveling in the mountains west of Taos, some 400 miles
north.) About this time I heard a loud voice I presumed came from my CB,
saying in an Arkansas twang, "Watch out for the smoke!" (or "Smokey,"
i.e., state trooper; I'm not sure which word was used).
The voice seemed to come from behind my left ear. (Later, reflecting
that my CB speaker was mounted below my dash in front of me slightly to
the right, I realized it wasn't the CB talking.)
At first I figured that some trucker ahead of me was warning anyone
about a State Trooper he had spotted. So I got on the CB and asked
"Where is the Smokey?" I was surprised when I got no answer. This is the
only time in my experience that a CB-er failed to provide location
information to follow up on his State Trooper warning. The strangeness
had only begun.
Almost at once I saw what looked like a huge luminous cloud of smoke
stretched across the highway from the leftmost part of the rise to the
rightmost part and up to the sky, a solid curtain across the highway. I
presumed that it was my bad luck to be running across a forest fire. So
I went back on the CB to ask anyone out there, "Where's the fire? Does
anyone know about the fire on 180?" Again, it was spooky. No answer from
Arkansas Twang or anyone else. I started to broadcast again, then gave
up lamely, since I was just about upon the presumed smokecloud.
I cursed my luck, and in a second calculated what a long detour I would
have to drive if this fire blocked the highway, versus the risk of
plowing through the smoke blind, hoping it was just a hundred feet thick
or so and I could break through to the other side and complete my
journey. I drove into the smoke, taking my foot off the gas to slow down
in case I didn't pop through the other side quickly. I didn't. Not for
an hour. The smoke seemed to be coming off the hillside to the left of
me. I couldn't see the road, the center line or anything.
So, I came to a stop. (Later, in hypnotic recall, I noted that there
were no trees or brush burning, no blackened or charred chapparal, and
that the "smoke" had no odor! Nor was this fog, not in the Springtime
bone-dry Sonoran desert with the air temperature nowhere near any
"dewpoint.") I sat defeated in my car, stopped in the right lane of U.S.
180 in the middle of nowhere. The grayish-white vapor did not dissipate.
So I got out, walked across the road to the left shoulder, towards where
the ground rose slightly up, disoriented in the vapor.
I got the impression of low scrub pinon pines spaced apart in the vapor.
I stepped across a little ditch at the edge of the road and walked
towards these "pinon pines," then stopped, unable to see. (I presumed
there were pinon pines there, but a friend who later re-drove that road
in daylight told me there were none on that stretch.)
Then I went into a state of paralysis. I could not move my body. I
sensed the approach of two persons, who got on either side of me. Each
placed a firm grip on my forearms. I cannot recall viewing them. The
funny thing about their hands was that theirs was a three-finger grip.
Their fingers were long and didn't feel like human fingers.
They did not have articulated bones, but felt like a continuous
cartilage inside with a padded fleshy exterior. The grip consisted of
two fingers on top of my forearm and one finger underneath. The fingers
were not much wider than human ones but quite long. And their grip was
like a vise. It was clear I was going with them. I had no better idea,
anyway, and was curious/excited.
I was led forward and to the left, in the general direction of what I
had presumed was the "snowpatch" gleaming in the moon- light. Soon we
arrived at a landed metallic vehicle. I stopped about five feet in front
of midpoint of its long side. It was shaped like a flattened arch, with
rounded ends. The bottom seemed more flat, but that may be because it
was partially sunk into the sand. It was a metallic color, about the
color of Airstream trailers, only not so bright. The length I would
estimate at 35-50 feet and the height at midpoint at 10-12 feet.
A resource person I consult with remote viewing capability determined
that the craft had been in distress and had made a hard landing, and
that one of the three crewmen was hurt.
A rectangular opening appeared in the side of the craft. Next thing, I
remember sitting back in a chair in a room inside the craft, feeling
spacey and numb, and gradually realizing that I was alone; they had
left. The lighting in there was subdued. The air inside was of sort of a
neutral temperature, not sharply cold like the desert night air. It
smelled stale, like the recycled air you encounter in an airliner during
a trans-continental flight.
After awhile they came back. The one who had the stronger grip when we
encountered, the one on my right, felt like a male. As he came back in,
I had a quick glimpse of his face. He had a roundish oval face with two
large horizontally ovoid black eyes that did not slant or wrap around
the side. No irises or pupils, just black all the way across the eye. I
did not notice a nose, and got more of an impression than a view of a
mouth. I did not clearly see, but got the impression of, a thin torso
and limbs. Height I would estimate at five feet. He seemed placid,
matter-of-fact. He was definitely not human, but unmistakably
The other extraterrestrial had had a gentler, yet firm, grip on my left
forearm when we first had our encounter. The feeling was of a lighter,
gentler persona, possibly a female. I was escorted into another room,
which was also dimly lit, and placed in a reclining position, something
like the posture in a dentist's or astronaut's chair. I felt a buzzing,
stimulating, resonating sensation in the triangular area defined by the
tops of my eyebrows and the bridge of my nose, and focussed about a
quarter-inch inward from skin surface.
(This is a sensation I would become quite familiar with in the days and
months ahead. It has heralded and accompanied subsequent ET contact, and
anomalous occurrences that are presumably their handiwork.)
I experienced a sense of pressure in my nose, as if a small object was
being introduced into my nasal passages or even a little higher.
(Afterwards for four or five days I had a sense of excessive pressure
there, along with a feeling of buzzy resonance and pressure in my head
that was almost like a headache, but not quite.)
Next I had a sensation of the release of restraints around my ankles;
not physical restraints, but more of an immaterial, force-field kind. I
understood that the ET's were done, and I was free to go. I got up. The
next segment I remember is being outside the craft in the night floating
horizontally towards my vehicle. After that, I became aware of being
behind the wheel, driving below the speed limit, the "vapor"
dissipating, and I'm breaking out of the "smokecloud." I'm resuming my
drive up U.S. 180 towards the Gila National Forest campground, where I
then camped for the rest of the night.
The next morning, when I woke up, I had no memory of my Close Encounter.
But I did notice four odd things. I had a strange fullness and pressure
feeling in my upper nasal passage area and a dull almost-headache: these
are symptoms I had never had before. I wrote it off to fatigue. As I put
on my socks I also noted that there were two tiny scoop marks
side-by-side on top of my right great toe, each like a shallow crater
that you could rest a BB in. I was startled, because I am no stranger to
the body-marks literature of extraterrestrial encounters, which includes
scoop marks from ETs'sampling of tissue.
But, denial set in, and I said to myself, "Nah, that can't be that!"
Then I reflected that I had arrived at the campground at least an hour
after my estimated time. And on the open roads of New Mexico, where a
minute can equal a mile, I had become quite precise at calculating
Lastly, I noticed, with curiosity, that overnight my attitude towards
extraterrestrials had changed. Gone was the gripping fear that I had
carried since reading Jacobs's lurid book. Instead I noticed that a
gentle live-and-let-live attitude had settled in. And I began feeling
sorry for the extraterrestrials, as I considered the monumental Star
Wars weapons crash program aimed at them that I had just seen this trip.
I also reflected on my own research. Cases I had interviewed found the
extraterrestrials to be, after the human got over her/his initial
fright, usually caring, gentle while firm, and concerned for such values
as ecology, social justice, childhood education, consciousness
advancement, and a spiritual/metaphysical focus.
I noted that the close-encounter Experiencers stated that while some
gynecological/urological procedures did seem oriented towards retrieving
reproductive material, in many other instances other ET medical
procedures were oriented towards: cures of diseases, genetic
manipulation of ovaries or an in-place fetus to create enhanced
capabilities in the fetus (future offspring) of the Experiencer, or the
returning of an enhanced conceptus to the mother for completion of
childbearing and child-rearing.
It struck me how distorted and misleading the reports of David Jacobs
and Budd Hopkins were, with their Grey Menace tales. Instead, I found it
appropriate to think like an anthropologist: what we have here is a
contact between civilizations.
I also felt dedicated to the goal that this ET Contact with Earth not
end up as it did in the movie Cool Hand Luke, where the sadistic Cracker
Warden drawls: "What we have here is a failure to communicate."
So, a little suspicion began to curl inside my head. But I discounted
it, saying to myself that the dramatic discoveries I had seen were
making me tend to overdramatize these anomalies. It was only after I
returned home from the entire trip, and had nasal pressure,
quasi-headaches and uncharacteristic moodiness and grouchiness persist
for five days, that I reviewed everything, and realized that these, too,
were common psychological aftermath signs of a Close Encounter repressed
from conscious memory.
At that point I made room for the possibility that I had had a CE-IV. I
consulted a hypnotist-psychologist and a psychic remote-viewer to
explore that possibility. When the hypnotist had me smell the "smoke"
and I noticed no odor, that was the final straw that crumbled my denial.
All that emerged from sessions with them is what I have presented above.
Q5: What seem to be confusing to many people is the great variation of
ET species and also the variation of different kinds of non-physical
entities on Earth.
Furthermore we humans ourselves seem to be multidimensional. I am
thinking of our ability to travel out of body. Put together we have a
quite complicated situation. Do you know of any occasion where an ET has
tried to explain how these things go together?
Dr B: The picture simplifies somewhat when we diminish the us-and-them
mentality of separation, and recognize our common roots. Humans are a
hybrid species who owe our very existence to handiwork from Visitors
from the stars.
(Further details on the Star Visitor contribution to human development
can be found at:
(A modestly-comprehensive description of the various races in contact
with Earth can be found at:
Because humans have Star Visitor genes admixed with those of Earth, we
have more rapidly developed than would have been the case waiting for
unaccelerated evolutionary development. And because of our resultant
metaphysical endowment, we are capable of such "non-physical" operations
as out-of-body travel anbd remote viewing. And we are thus equipped to
meet and interface with beings who are less-than-physically-solid in
Q6: If one read the current literature, participate on mailing lists and
watch movies about the presumed ET presence on Earth the impression is
that many people are afraid of ETs. Many self-proclaimed experts speak
about different kinds of ETs, their hidden agendas and so on. The
favourite hate-object are the Greys. They are portrayed as
non-benevolent and lacking emotions. What is your view of the Greys?
Dr B: As I noted above, there are a number of racial groups which get
lumped by the uninformed/unconcerned under the generic rubric, "Greys."
In my research with well over 400 experiencers, I have not encountered
any genuine reports of hostility, aggression, sadism or any of the other
libel thrown at the Star Visitors, and in particular, to the "Greys" and
Reptoid Star Visitors.
What is quite clear is that the Cabal behind the nongovernmental UFO
Cover-Up efforts have expended prodigious amounts of money and resources
in saturating the developed world with elaborate propaganda depicting
the Star Visitors in general, or the Greys and especially the Reptoids
in particular as mean, evil invaders and marauders.
The Cabal does so to keep people frightened of the Star Visitors,
conditioned against listening to their messages, and thus to create an
informational vacuum in whch the Cabal can continue to enjoy making
billions in profits from captured extraterrestrial technology adapted to
advanced human engineered products.
Q7: What would you suggest to increase the understanding and tolerance
of the presumed ETs and in the same time to decrease fear, superstition
and prejudice of them?
Dr B: Knowledge. Information. Everyone must inform themselves about the
Star Visitors from uncontaminated sources of information. Listen to what
the indigenous Elders and shamans have to say about the Star Nations,
whom they revere as beloved relatives and helpers. (See for example:
And Talk to emotionally-sound persons who have actually had encounters.
Q8: If you look ahead into the next 50 years, will there be an official
governmental handshake with ETs? What do we humans need to do now in
order to streamline the contact process?
Dr B: It will all be out in the open within eight years, by 2012. That
is the implication of the Mayan Calendar, and much indigenous oral
tradition and prophecy. Thus, the UFO Cover-Up will fall shortly. The
average person can gather with others in quiet secluded places and
meditate and engage in group joint telepathic outreach in greeting and
love messages to the Star Visitors, and gently invite contact if it is
appropriate for both parties.
Q9: ETs are said to be preparing human kind for a rendezvous with them.
Please explain how they may prepare us and for how long has this been
Dr B: They have been preparing us for our coming-of-age as a cosmic
people since our inception, but in a more intense way since the modern
era of abundant overflights, roghly starting in 1947. Crop circles are
another vehicle of preparation/communication. When we clean up our
corrupt governments and get the plutocrats out of the way, then the Star
Visitors can safely come in and walk among us openly and unafraid.
Q10: ETs have channeled down information (sources: Rosalind
McNight, Dolores Cannon and others) about coming cataclysmic events here
on Earth in a not so far future. Many sources: certain individuals,
literature and web sites on the Internet speak about the same thing.
What are your thoughts about this?
Dr B: We are in for some major rock-and-roll over the rest of this
decade. Some of it will be geophysical upheavals; some of it will be
societal, financial and militant upheavals. People need to get simple,
flexible, and prepared to be mobile, be focused on what the true
priorities are, and be ready to relinquish unnecessary luxuries.
"This, too, will pass."
Q11: Is there any information that my questions (and your answers so
far) have not covered that you would like to add?
Dr BOYLAN: No. Thank you.
In the light,
Richard Boylan, Ph.D.