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That night on the beach in Nantucket, my mind and heart were forever altered.

Before, fear had ruled my life. I’d lost my trust in life after being traumatized. I’d become afraid of my fellow humans. Afraid of “the enemy” who was—everything but Nature. That night on the beach, my Witnessing the Fleet filled me with awesome acceptance, and an all-knowing that everything is exactly the way it should be.

Inspiration–to witness alien life, and in such array! Mind-blowing!

The impact of witnessing the fleet, such a vast display of highly advanced space journeyers so obviously observing us, I knew with all my cells a-tingle–call it telepathic communication if you wish—that they were absolutely friendly.

Then, I heard it.  Telepathically. Their message:

Love is the weapon of mass illumination.

Like a mantra in the night breeze, all night long, as the fleet hovered above and the reconnaissance vessels zoomed in and out of the eastern seaboard of America, it whispered to my breath, softly repeating in my head. So stunned, I couldn’t ask my friends if they heard it, too.

Instead, I got on my knees in the sand, begging for these messengers to come get me as a volunteer Earthling, theirs to do as they wished.

Then, as surely as I heard their message, I knew they were here to watch us, just being curious, as we humans are about each other when we feel safe. As a mother watches over her children, safely, in complete comfort.

I knew then as I know now, that we are being watched—and have been since life first appeared from Earth’s primordial ooze, according to Indigenous petroglyphs. We are being observed, like Jane Goodall did her chimp family in Africa.

Our friends are making sure we don’t disrupt the balance of homeostatis in our own Milky Way and other adjacent galaxies closest to Earth.

They are monitoring us to make sure we don’t throw off the delicate, precarious interplanetary balance by humankind’s misuse of nuclear and other forms of destruction. We must Wake UP! and stop all destruction of Nature. This is clear to many of us who have witnessed our friends from beyond our Universe and understand their message.

If they had wished to do us harm, they certainly would have done so by now. The massive lights of the ships (they were too far to see the mothership, the two lieutenants, all I saw were their lights and the zooming recon lights) are proof they have inter-galactic, advanced technology, that cannot be denied.

After this eye-witness glimpse I was gifted to see (why me?)–into the great Mysteries, much was revealed to me that had been untold and unknown by my ordinary middle-class family and limited-knowledge culture, but that witnessing the fleet instantly inspired in me to pursue, coupled with my own wild-child nature—I intentionally set out to explore, as deeply, as thoroughly, as many of these Mysteries as I possibly could.

Yes, I went to extremes. “Too far!” many will claim. But True Tales of An Unnatural Naturalist is my true story.

All the answers I’ve found, inevitably, were within my own heart and mind. I chose the gift of a now four-decades-sober life, the honor of marry and helping to raise his children, our grandchildren, and have worked hard to achieve inner peace that stills the restless soul I’ve been blessed to be born with. I’ve documented my journey with Unnatural Naturalist, my sixth and final book, as I have with my five earlier books my role as a seeker and spiritual artist/author/activist.

For the curious about “filling in voids” of my pre-sober story, the sad truth is that Tim Plowman left us, his too-early death, in his forties; he was one of the earliest victims of the AIDS pandemic. Timoteo is the true Naturalist in this story of mine and he is sorely missed by many. Eric Dane also succumbed too early, his inability to shake off toxic anger and chronic alcoholism allowed the ravages of cancer to win his life’s battle. Avi the Israeli chose to never speak to me after I gifted him marriage for his citizenship. Cate remains my bestie gal-pal; she’s in better shape than she was in her twenties when we first met, sixty years ago. My husband, Carter Lord, whom I first met during the whacky years I was Tim’s illustrator, we re-met when I was 7 years sober, when we remembered the love we’ve shared for lifetimes before.

The day that humankind realizes—we truly are ALL ONE and the consciousness that unites us includes the entire multiverse—war, injustice, and oppression of all varieties will become obsolete, recognized as utter, complete insanity. Because we have far more serious things—intergalactic communications, for one—to think about now. We must focus on achieving a One Human People united planet, the New Earth.

Our concerns must now be elevated beyond petty disagreements. Puny human differences will be resolved as “somebody’s quirky traits” within our united Blended Family of Humankind, we who pledge to be, right NOW–homo spiritus—the natural evolution of our species from the former stuck-ness. lower understanding, our lesser iteration, namely, our pre-United People of Earth species, homo sapiens.

The age of choosing an elevated consciousness is here. There are many of us homo spiritus.

We will keep busy raising ourselves up to join our fellow humans on Earth and our intergalactic fellow creatures of whatever species, by sharing our inspired intelligence. I invite you, if you haven’t already, to follow your natural intuition and choose expanded consciousness. Choose to, as I did, eventually, once I threw off the spiritual restriction and blockage of addiction–to live in as high a state of consciousness as we wish.

Our ever-curious blended family of humankind, with One People United standard, is free to explore what life is like without conflict. An unlimited height of possibilities beckons us, now, in this safeguarded future. All opposing factions on Earth, unite to interact with our hereby introduced, intergalactic neighbors, who will soon make themselves known to all, not just a few stragglers like me, my two friends, some crew aboard the USS aircraft carrier (they documented the sighting of the fleet in Project Blue Book), and whomever happens to be looking up at a clear night sky with an open mind and heart.

With the stopping of antiquated Control-Or-Be-Controlled insanity of war and oppression of all kinds, including the misuse of creatures and natural resources here on Earth, plus the assurance, the realization that our visitors from other worlds are not evil or aggressive—assured there is no exterior threat except in the hearts of anachronistic, fearful humans—just imagine the unlimited use of our freed creative energies.

The Power of Love is unimaginable. It is beyond understanding.

It boggles the mind to try and imagine what the future holds, the expansion of possibilities, is truly infinite. Like the night sky ITself.

So, take a second here. Take a deep breath or two. Now, try to imagine what a world with unfettered acceptance of “What Is, IS” is like, instead of the constricting fear that has reigned as the human commonality up to this time, the start of the 21^st Century.

Things will radically change as soon as people realize it’s time to change the false concept of our forebears: that Earth, and Earth alone, contains the key to all of life’s existential phenomena.

I’ve waited my entire life to share my Truth with others. Afraid I’d be labeled by some as having false intentions. But now … you know …

Love is the weapon of mass illumination.

 

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