A Mothership: A Brief Glimpse

The first brief glimpse into one of the crafts that I visit often.  The Esartania.  I consider it my "home craft" due to my extensive, almost-nightly interactions with it.

Approximately 100,000 beings live aboard The Esartania, varying little in their appearance and even less in their intention to assist Earth.  This craft was built with the intention of entering various planetary systems that need help with major transitions, whether of the people or the planet itself.

The control room is fairly large and totally uncluttered.  A large bank of windows, shaped like half of a football, spans the entire front of the room.  Beneath the windows is a control panel, following the curve of the craft and the windows.  Three sleek, thin, black chairs sit directly in the middle of the control panel.  The light in this great room is dim.  The bank of windows gives the view of a silent, magnificent universe floating silently outside.  The view of life, from that perspective, changes you forever.

Much of the time, Commander Korton is standing, thin hands draped over the back of a chair, staring silently out at the vastness.  Tonight was no different.  He turned slightly as he sensed my approach.  I looked into his large, almond-shaped eyes and felt his emotion fill me.

"Greetings."  The word was a thought-form.  We never spoke verbally.

I returned the greeting and moved to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him.  The sight outside the bank of windows was stunning.  As always, I let it change me, let it take away my human perspective and fill me with the vast truth of the bigger picture.

The Commander's thoughts filled me in much the same way.

"The time is rapidly approaching for essential change."

I agreed.  There could be no doubt that the flotsam and jetsam of Earth was impacting the galaxy.  Change is essential.  The arrogance and narrow-mindedness of Humanity was not lost on me.

"The entry of the black pearl crafts didn't have as much impact as we had hoped."

"Do you know why?" I asked.

He shrugged his rail-thin shoulders just a bit.  "Making an impact on the imbalance of light and dark, in an energy form as dense as Earth, is difficult, to say the least.  If the darkness would stop perpetuating itself, it would be much less of a problem."

I felt more than saw a slight twitch of his thin, almost-invisible lips. 

"From Earth's perspective, one might say it's rather like housecleaning in a house that holds a dozen unruly children.  The work is never done.  The chaos never stopped."

I nodded.  "Exactly," I murmured.

We turned as though we were one unit and headed toward the hallway that leads off to the left.  Though the lighting is dim, I can still see my way.  Once in the hallway, we took the first door to our right.  The conference room. 

(continued in next blog......)

Truth written as fiction........

"A world where each person was in union with their soul, where po...wer was not fought for but accepted as each person's due, to be used for the benefit of creating more possibilities and better worlds."

"Now, my son, it is time to remember. To call your soul to you. It was meant that the soul lead the body and the mind toward all new possibilities. The soul knows all worlds. It is not limited by this experience. It is the way of man that says that the world must consist of only what he can see and understand and label."


"His words seemed to usher in an invisible pulse. Like standing in the center of a heart, it beat and pulsed around him, absorbing him. His world began to throb. He was helpless to resist. In seconds he BECAME the pulse and it was then that he knew that he was in union with the Creator of All That Is. Indeed, he had never been separate. Only the illusion of separation has stood between him and the union he had been seeking. He was the pulse, the heart of all that is."

"Your memories were deliberately taken away,” the voice told him. “Remember that it was your decision so that you could concentrate on where you were rather than where you wanted to be.”


"......The dream was dark, making Paul's surroundings almost indistinguishable to him. It became clear that he was in a hallway. To the right and left of him were walls of cubicles, each the size of a coffin. In several of the...... cubicles were dim lights. Beneath the lights lay figures as still as death. His stomach twisted in anxiety as he wondered if they were actually dead. Instantly he heard a voice behind him. He turned to see a small figure draped in an aura of violet. She was five feet tall with alabaster skin pulled tightly against her bones. Her head was bald and angular. Her large, almond-shaped eyes gave back his reflection, like mirrors. She answered his questions by placing thoughts into his mind. It seemed as natural as breathing.

"These are transmutation chambers. The people within them are currently visiting other universes in spirit form. The function of their bodies will return when their spirit returns from its journey."


From "CALLED" 
First Volume of OTHER WORLDS: The Series
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45-minute Encounter, Payson, AZ

Payson, Arizona - encounter
(March, 1997 .. within days of The Phoenix Lights mass sighting)

"The plan wasn't to go down to the river and wait for a craft to appear, that's for certain. The three of us had simply decided that spending some time at the river together would be a good idea. We hadn't been there very long before, almost as one unit, we all turned and looked up. It was almost like we had been silently called. This massive, massive craft was directly overhead. It hadn't made a sound. There was no hint that it was coming. It simply appeared and took over the sky above us.

Never in my life did I imagine I'd see anything like this. It was surrounded by circular rainbows, which is impossible, but that was the way it was. And the rest of the sky had rainbows scattered around like clouds. It was the most awesome, incredible thing I've ever seen. And this craft was huge. It was so close it felt like we could reach out and touch it. I certainly wanted to. It was compelling, life-altering.

I had always had a trace of doubt about aliens ... whether they existed or not. This experience left me without a shred of doubt, without a shadow of doubt. It was one of the most total heart experiences I've ever had. It changed me profoundly. I wish everyone could experience what we did that day. There's no fear in me now. There's no doubt. If they were here to harm us, they were close enough to do it that day ... and they didn't. I could feel the impact of their thoughts and feelings for us. The day changed me. There's no doubt about it.

We were sitting on the bank of the river and then suddenly there it was. We couldn't have moved even if we'd wanted to. The incredible impact that it had on us almost paralyzed us. We were frozen to the spot, captivated by the energy of the thing and the beings who were inside.
 This visitation, that's how I think of it, changed all three of us. It will impact every day of my future. I believe that each of us was affected differently. Perhaps it was meant to be that way. Maybe the beings on the craft meant to touch the secret parts of each of us, hoping to impact each of us in the greatest way possible. They succeeded. My life will never be the same."

~~ Lynne Shelton, Contactee and Witness

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"They (aliens) had always been real to me. But this experience, seeing that fantastic craft and all of those rainbows ... things that aren't 'possible' ... it did something to my inner being. It was life-changing for me. The effect of it will last forever. It was beautiful, magnificent. I was torn though. Part of me wanted to leave with them but then the other part was worried about how my husband would get along without me. I wanted to go but then there was a part of me that was afraid to go, afraid of the unknown. I honestly didn't know if we were going to be taken or not because they were so close.
 I was just awe-struck. The artist in me was trying to take in all of the visions at the same time and I was pretty overwhelmed by it all. I felt really, really bad for Lauren when they left though. She was just devastated at their leaving. Heartbroken, I would have to say. I remember everything as clear as if it happened yesterday and, quite honestly, I wish we could have the experience again. As hard as it was for all of us to deal with our individual emotions, I think we'd all relish the chance to have them that close again."

~~ Julie Williams, Contactee and Witness

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"When it was suggested that I write something about this incident, along with Lynne and Julie, it took me a long time to think about it. I went through a tremendous amount of emotion during and after this visitation. Bringing it back to the surface of my mind brought all of the emotion back as well.

I've been honored by numerous contacts from alien beings. I've seen quite a few craft through the years, of various shapes and sizes. I've been visited by holograms of aliens, been taken aboard two different craft an uncountable amount of times, and been honored by many, many visits from members of different civilizations.
 But this event was different for me. I had had a visitation not too long before this event. It was incredible and had changed me in numerous ways. But it didn't touch me the way this visit did. On some subconscious level, and I still can't put an entire 'label' to it, this contact was meant to take me to an emotional level within myself where I had never gone before. It succeeded.
 In order to write about it, I had to return to that level within myself. If I was forced to put only one word to this experience, I would have to use the word 'altered.' I was altered in some way. I was changed in a way that cannot be 'un-changed.' I had to admit to myself that I was never going to be at peace until I accepted the deepest level of friendship with these beings that can be reached on any level ... in any dimension. They were asking me to share my entire being with them on all levels. They were asking me to trust them. They were asking me to believe in them. And they gave me Lynne and Julie as validation. (And Don, Lynne's husband, who we 'flew' home to in order to ask him if he saw them too so that we would know the three of us weren't under some type of mass hypnosis. And, yes, he saw them as well.)
 What it all means I can't really say yet. I had always felt that I trusted them. I knew that I believed in them. I thought of us all as friends and even went to the extent of thinking that perhaps we were all on the same 'mission' together. When this visit occurred they asked me for something more. Again ... I haven't put a name to it yet. The part of it that impacted me the most, and impacts me the most even now as I write this several years after the fact, is that they asked me for something very deep within me and then left me behind to deal with it.

During this visit I accepted them to the degree that I was absolutely and totally heartbroken when they left. I was devastated. How did they touch me so deeply in such a short period of time? What did they say? What did they do? And what did they ask of me? I believe I will only find out through the walking of the clearest and best-intentioned path that I can walk. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I will find the answer when the path is finally complete."

~~ Lauren Zimmerman


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