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The Galactic Federation of Light - Naples, Florida, USA
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Newsletter April 10, 2015
The Galactic Federation of Light
Naples, Florida, USA
April 10, 2015
Peace, love, light and an expanded consciousness to you today! You contacted the website www.galacticfederation-naplesFL.org and this is the first newsletter to be issued from this site. Before plunging into personal stories of contactees, let me introduce myself. My name is Nancy Wilson and I maintain this site from my home in Naples, Florida. I first published the website in August 2012 after feeling the impulse to do so, having been on the spiritual path for many years and spending time every day in silence. I delayed as long as I could, thinking "who am I do be doing this?" but one day I began feeling the presence of George Adamski. He grew stronger by the day, as if he were standing in the room beside me, and I heard his familiar voice in my mind.
I had met George Adamski in 1964 on one of his lecture tours. He was one of the first contactees of the Galactic Federation and co-authored a book with Desmond Leslie about it. He then wrote a second book, telling of his face-to-face experiences with brothers from Venus and other planets in our solar system along with closeup photos of craft that he took through his telescope. I helped sponsor him to come to Boston in 1965, and on that trip an unusual thing happened. He was on his way home to California when he called me from Chicago. He said his plans had changed. He was coming back through Boston and could I pick him up and arrange a hotel for one night. He wanted to see me.
I went to Boston, picked him up and drove him back to my home town where we met for several hours in his hotel room. During that time he relayed information to me which I cannot explain to this day. A lot of it took place on an inner level. I was a very shy housewife and mother of a one-year-old. I had been soaking up all that he had to say like a sponge, for this information nourished me, elevated me and warmed my soul. I didn't grasp what it was that he was trying to tell me, so all I did was listen. He left the next day for Washington DC where he died of a heart attack several days later, on April 24, 1965.
My life changed dramatically after that and now, 50 years later, I am a greatly matured person. I've gone through all of my life issues and am content to sit back and enjoy myself. It will be exactly 50 years since that day when he planted a seed of somthing in me and now I am instructed to start issuing this newsletter. Throughout those 50 years I have quietly watched and waited for the landings that were promised "any day now". I have watched the interplanetary sightings become more visible, more government people come forward to report they have been in contact with extraterrestrials right along, more books have been published, more interviews, more channeling from higher sources - but still the official word is denial of ET contact and the world continues to be torn by violence and upheavel. We haven't gotten any closer to open contact with the brothers, and the landings have yet to happen openly.
But - a big but - we HAVE been contacted! Individually and close to the heart, subliminally, we have been contacted. We are individually being made ready. It's not about ships in the sky but the message of hope and elevation they are giving us that has yet to be delivered openly and in person from public platforms for the all the world to see. This will be coming over television, radio and computers. They have been adjusting our inner sight for years, decades now, and the outer confirmation will soon follow. I just know. You just know.
I do not have physical contact with them myself, outwardly. Although there was one physical contact which I will save for another time. The message I am to give here is that we all have been contacted by higher intelligences. It is only a matter of remembering backwards. There are levels upon levels of galactic and intergalactic beings making contact with us on an individual basis. We are each being watched and monitored by older brothers from higher places. Since each of us is so totally different and unique, with varying belief systems, we each have a different galactic mentor - one who is attuned to us and knows us better than we know ourselves. The Galactic Federation is not "one size fits all". The contacts are close and personal and when they happen they feel familiar.
Just yesterday I lay in the bright sun and felt a dark cloud move over the sun. We went into shadow and I glanced up. From behind the cloud light rays streamed forth across the sky, and a silver lining appeared. I stared at it for a while because it brought to mind something familiar. What was it? It eluded me. I continued staring. The sense of something more tried to surface, but it wouldn't come. I felt the knowing in my whole body, it wasn't just a mental thing. It was visceral, but I couldn't get any more details. It just felt warm and safe and familiar.
I am being told that there are many types of interplanetary travelers making contact with us at this time. Most of them are human, though some are not, but all are benevolent. They are here to assist and elevate us, not to frighten. They are opening doors to our own higher dimensions, to which we've been consciously blocked. Our world is the only world that has been mired in such deep darkness, fear, war and cruelty, that to us the light is fearful. Knowledge is fearful. The light has been rejected over and over again through the centuries, though it has been offered in gentle and kindly ways by elder brothers. The highest beings among all the contacts we've had, are angelic. They do not need ships to appear to us but they CAN take form if need be, and do on occasion. They will even ride in celestial craft if it makes contact easier for us accept the message.
But there are other cosmic beings who are sentient and use flying ships for transport. These come from other planets, near and far, and most of them way more advanced than we are. These cosmic beings are as unique and individual as you and I. There are so many intergalactic visitors that we cannot even begin to imagine the teeming life that is going on around us in the universe, in space, and even within our own atmosphere - for we see what we want to see and block out everything else. But we are all, cosmic beings, humans, animals, plants, minerals, all are evolving upward. and there are many levels of evolving consciousnesses.
With this newsletter I will be reporting on stories of contactees as I feel guided to do so. I am currently reading a book about Dorothy Izatt from Vancouver, whose story is amazing and most unusual. So I'll start the ball rolling by giving a report on what has been called "the Izatt phenomena". The incident reported here is just one out of thousands, for her period of contact covered at least 28 years, up to the time the book was published, and apparently before and after as well. This book only records a few incidents, but I recommend it as priceless read because something of a higher consciousness is transmitted through this book that is difficult to explain. The book is not written by her, but by Peter Guttilla with about half of it in her own words.
Contact With Beings of Light
The Amazing True Story of Dorothy Wilkinson-Izatt
by Peter Guttilla, published 2003
(I'll start with a little summary about Dorothy.) This book is the true story of a woman in Canada, a married housewife, who one day looked out her bedroom window and saw a beautiful rotating object over the trees in her back yard with colored lights. After watching it for hours, it disappeared. The next night it came back again, and again on the third night. It was so beautiful that she took pictures of it with a little camera. That was the beginning of an extraordinary tale of contact that began in 1974 and continued for 28 years, when this book was published. She has collected over 500 rolls of movie film that have been studied by experts, and many still shots which serve to validate her claims. The visual contacts grew into communication via mental telepathy where she would ask them questions and they would answer. She was educated by the beings of light. They often responded to her request to move in a certain direction so she could film them with her 8mm camera.
Eventually she began having physical visits from the extraterrestrials and/or light beings, strangers who approached her in public places like a store, a restaurant or a public lecture hall when she began presenting talks and showing her films. Her reputation grew as word leaked out about her photographs. There are a number of these personal contact stories in the book. Her photos and films have been examined by professionals who cannot find any fakery in them. An odd thing is that Dorothy sees ships in the sky when others cannot see them. A video production crew shadowed her on more than one occasion to try to catch the same pictures of the craft on their film that she did, but failed. They couldn't even see the craft in the sky when she pointed them out. Apparently her inner sight was more evolved. The light beings told her that by watching them over the years she was being purified and her frequencies raised so that she could see past the material world.
Teleportation happened next. The light beings began taking Dorothy aboard ships and other places, sometimes in her light body and other times physically with her camera. She has taken photos inside of their craft. Dorothy's photos have became famous because, before witnesses, the lights (craft) respond to her mental requests to appear or move or flash certain colors. There are far too many stories to write about, she says. These contacts, visual, mental and physical, apparently went on every day for over 28 years.
A hypnotic regression session is included in the book, verbatim. Questions and answers. A psychologist suggested she might learn more by undergoing hypnosis which she agreed to. Under hypnosis Dorothy went back about 10,500 years, to a time when she and her parents fled Atlantis to Greece where they lived in underground caves to escape the war-like rulers of Atlantis. Her parents opposed the government and wanted Atlantis to take a more peaceful path. The peace-loving people worked with crystals, as they did in Atlantis, and in the caves she experimented with the positive effects of generating light, healing, heat and levitation with the crystals. They were also in communication with the celestials then, as she is now, who taught them how to build flying craft to escape.
Below is just one of Dorothy's stories. I chose it because it is a physical contact story, not an astral one, that we can relate to better. She has had contacts with both cosmic beings (physical) and light beings (pure spirit). This is in her own words.
Coney Island
by Dorothy Izatt
I've seen and filmed many types of beings over the years; some were physical beings, and some were not. The Light Beings are not, of course, but there are many, many other ETs that have bodies like we do and need to travel in flying machines or craft of various kinds. I clearly remember one time when some sort of physical being in the form of a tall man appeared standing just outside my bedroom window. I wasn't afraid, partly because I was used to these kinds of things but also because I felt I already knew him. It's strange, but this feeling of familiarity is always present in my encounters. I can't explain it, but it's like I've known them all for a very long time. People are so amazed that I don't shake in my boots when these things happen, but it has been going on for so many years now that it just doesn't scare me. I've heard about abductions and people being made to have amnesia and things like that, but it has never once been that way for me. Even when I've had encounters with what some called the Grays, or the little ETs with large heads, they never imposed on me or made me feel afraid. So it doesn't bother me one bit.
The man at my window must have been close to 7 feet tall. He was a slender figure dressed in a one-piece reddish-colored outfit something like a jump suit. He had blond hair and a kind, human face. I guess you might say he looked like a basketball player. Under his arm he carried a white helmet with small symbols or shapes on it that were sort of orange in color. Somehow I knew he was inviting me to go somewhere. I noticed that a small craft was hovering behind him and above my backyard. It was a big area back there, and the craft just hovered silently. It was a small one really, about the size of my living room.
When I went to the window and opened it, he spoke, or seemed to speak in good English. I know this sounds very weird, but he asked if I'd like to go to Coney Island, the amusement park? And of course no one can say I was dreaming or anything like that, because I filmed this man.
Anyway, there I am at the window and this tall man says he wants to show his daughter the place called Coney Island. I had never been there in my life and didn't even know what it looked like, but I knew it was far away and that was all I knew.
As soon as I said yes, I found myself inside the small hovering craft. I don't know how it happened. I was in my bedroom and then in the blink of an eye I was in the smaller craft. Once in the small craft, we went up to a much larger triangular-shaped one where the daughter was waiting, and the next thing I knew we were on our way.
We traveled in the larger craft, and there were other people there. One was a woman who may have been the man's wife. Two others were sitting down. The daughter was quite tall, too, but I'm only 5 feet tall, so everybody looks tall to me. The daughter, I think, was a teenager and she came up high to the man's chest, so she was fairly tall, too. They all looked ordinary, except for their height, but there are lots of tall people in the world. Their eyes were a little different, having a kind of brownish-pink color to them. But this wasn't extremely noticeable, or odd enough that it would stand out too much. I think they could walk among us, and nobody would pay that much attention to them. They were tall, slender, and graceful in their movements, and all the proportions were normal, giving them the appearance of ordinary humans. In today's world where everybody is used to seeing tall people on television and in the movies and so on, they wouldn't attract a lot of attention, not really.
So off we went to Coney Island. When we got there I was surprised that the craft just hovered above an open area. The amusement park below was blazing with lights and signs, and the craft just hovered over the top of them. Then, just as suddenly as before, we were on the ground among all those people. I don't know how they did it. It was so quick it took my breath away.
The big triangular-shaped craft remained right above us. It was fairly high up, but because of its size, I could see it plainly. I asked the man if he was concerned that people on the ground might see the craft, and he said they wouldn't even notice it. I realized he was right, because if people didn't know where to look, they wouldn't see it. Even if they did see it, in all the lights and movement they'd probably ignore it anyway. Interestingly, I realized then that he wasn't speaking to me with a voice. He'd look at me, and I could hear him speaking, but it was mind to mind and not with spoken words. I started doing it too. I'd think to say something and he'd answer me. It's really quite easy to do, or at least it was for me.
We started to walk and look at things, and the daughter was quite excited by everything. She was really enjoying it all, laughing and nodding her head and looking up at her father. He told her this was a place where children came to have fun and enjoy themselves. People scurried right past us, and some of them looked at us, but in the glare and noise of the place, they didn't stop and stare or anything like that. There were street performers milling around, lots of people, and kids with wild hairdos like they have nowadays ;and that sort of thing. In that mixed crowd we didn't look particularly strange at all. We just walked at a leisurely pace, taking in all the activity and noise and hoopla, and after about an hour they decided they'd seen enough. I felt the man was growing anxious about getting back for some reason.
When we returned to the hovering craft, I noticed that on each of the three corners underneath the triangle, there was a layered section that came down and in each of these layers was a small craft like the one I first saw in my backyard. I asked, and the man said those were craft they sometimes used for exploration or for shuttling and short trips to various places. My feeling was that the little craft are never very far away from the larger one.
From the ground we made another of those quick transfers, or whatever, into the big craft and left, and in seconds we were back at my home. We said our good-byes, and they seemed genuinely sad to see me go. I thanked them for inviting me, and in an instant I was back in my bedroom. On my film you can see the man and his daughter inside the craft, and the craft itself as its leaving. I felt very happy afterward and thought about if for many weeks. This always has been one of my favorite experiences, probably because it was so joyful and innocent - and because I was honored to be included.
End of newsletter. Bye for now. More later. You may pass this on to friends.
Nancy
I had met George Adamski in 1964 on one of his lecture tours. He was one of the first contactees of the Galactic Federation and co-authored a book with Desmond Leslie about it. He then wrote a second book, telling of his face-to-face experiences with brothers from Venus and other planets in our solar system along with closeup photos of craft that he took through his telescope. I helped sponsor him to come to Boston in 1965, and on that trip an unusual thing happened. He was on his way home to California when he called me from Chicago. He said his plans had changed. He was coming back through Boston and could I pick him up and arrange a hotel for one night. He wanted to see me.
I went to Boston, picked him up and drove him back to my home town where we met for several hours in his hotel room. During that time he relayed information to me which I cannot explain to this day. A lot of it took place on an inner level. I was a very shy housewife and mother of a one-year-old. I had been soaking up all that he had to say like a sponge, for this information nourished me, elevated me and warmed my soul. I didn't grasp what it was that he was trying to tell me, so all I did was listen. He left the next day for Washington DC where he died of a heart attack several days later, on April 24, 1965.
My life changed dramatically after that and now, 50 years later, I am a greatly matured person. I've gone through all of my life issues and am content to sit back and enjoy myself. It will be exactly 50 years since that day when he planted a seed of somthing in me and now I am instructed to start issuing this newsletter. Throughout those 50 years I have quietly watched and waited for the landings that were promised "any day now". I have watched the interplanetary sightings become more visible, more government people come forward to report they have been in contact with extraterrestrials right along, more books have been published, more interviews, more channeling from higher sources - but still the official word is denial of ET contact and the world continues to be torn by violence and upheavel. We haven't gotten any closer to open contact with the brothers, and the landings have yet to happen openly.
But - a big but - we HAVE been contacted! Individually and close to the heart, subliminally, we have been contacted. We are individually being made ready. It's not about ships in the sky but the message of hope and elevation they are giving us that has yet to be delivered openly and in person from public platforms for the all the world to see. This will be coming over television, radio and computers. They have been adjusting our inner sight for years, decades now, and the outer confirmation will soon follow. I just know. You just know.
I do not have physical contact with them myself, outwardly. Although there was one physical contact which I will save for another time. The message I am to give here is that we all have been contacted by higher intelligences. It is only a matter of remembering backwards. There are levels upon levels of galactic and intergalactic beings making contact with us on an individual basis. We are each being watched and monitored by older brothers from higher places. Since each of us is so totally different and unique, with varying belief systems, we each have a different galactic mentor - one who is attuned to us and knows us better than we know ourselves. The Galactic Federation is not "one size fits all". The contacts are close and personal and when they happen they feel familiar.
Just yesterday I lay in the bright sun and felt a dark cloud move over the sun. We went into shadow and I glanced up. From behind the cloud light rays streamed forth across the sky, and a silver lining appeared. I stared at it for a while because it brought to mind something familiar. What was it? It eluded me. I continued staring. The sense of something more tried to surface, but it wouldn't come. I felt the knowing in my whole body, it wasn't just a mental thing. It was visceral, but I couldn't get any more details. It just felt warm and safe and familiar.
I am being told that there are many types of interplanetary travelers making contact with us at this time. Most of them are human, though some are not, but all are benevolent. They are here to assist and elevate us, not to frighten. They are opening doors to our own higher dimensions, to which we've been consciously blocked. Our world is the only world that has been mired in such deep darkness, fear, war and cruelty, that to us the light is fearful. Knowledge is fearful. The light has been rejected over and over again through the centuries, though it has been offered in gentle and kindly ways by elder brothers. The highest beings among all the contacts we've had, are angelic. They do not need ships to appear to us but they CAN take form if need be, and do on occasion. They will even ride in celestial craft if it makes contact easier for us accept the message.
But there are other cosmic beings who are sentient and use flying ships for transport. These come from other planets, near and far, and most of them way more advanced than we are. These cosmic beings are as unique and individual as you and I. There are so many intergalactic visitors that we cannot even begin to imagine the teeming life that is going on around us in the universe, in space, and even within our own atmosphere - for we see what we want to see and block out everything else. But we are all, cosmic beings, humans, animals, plants, minerals, all are evolving upward. and there are many levels of evolving consciousnesses.
With this newsletter I will be reporting on stories of contactees as I feel guided to do so. I am currently reading a book about Dorothy Izatt from Vancouver, whose story is amazing and most unusual. So I'll start the ball rolling by giving a report on what has been called "the Izatt phenomena". The incident reported here is just one out of thousands, for her period of contact covered at least 28 years, up to the time the book was published, and apparently before and after as well. This book only records a few incidents, but I recommend it as priceless read because something of a higher consciousness is transmitted through this book that is difficult to explain. The book is not written by her, but by Peter Guttilla with about half of it in her own words.
Contact With Beings of Light
The Amazing True Story of Dorothy Wilkinson-Izatt
by Peter Guttilla, published 2003
(I'll start with a little summary about Dorothy.) This book is the true story of a woman in Canada, a married housewife, who one day looked out her bedroom window and saw a beautiful rotating object over the trees in her back yard with colored lights. After watching it for hours, it disappeared. The next night it came back again, and again on the third night. It was so beautiful that she took pictures of it with a little camera. That was the beginning of an extraordinary tale of contact that began in 1974 and continued for 28 years, when this book was published. She has collected over 500 rolls of movie film that have been studied by experts, and many still shots which serve to validate her claims. The visual contacts grew into communication via mental telepathy where she would ask them questions and they would answer. She was educated by the beings of light. They often responded to her request to move in a certain direction so she could film them with her 8mm camera.
Eventually she began having physical visits from the extraterrestrials and/or light beings, strangers who approached her in public places like a store, a restaurant or a public lecture hall when she began presenting talks and showing her films. Her reputation grew as word leaked out about her photographs. There are a number of these personal contact stories in the book. Her photos and films have been examined by professionals who cannot find any fakery in them. An odd thing is that Dorothy sees ships in the sky when others cannot see them. A video production crew shadowed her on more than one occasion to try to catch the same pictures of the craft on their film that she did, but failed. They couldn't even see the craft in the sky when she pointed them out. Apparently her inner sight was more evolved. The light beings told her that by watching them over the years she was being purified and her frequencies raised so that she could see past the material world.
Teleportation happened next. The light beings began taking Dorothy aboard ships and other places, sometimes in her light body and other times physically with her camera. She has taken photos inside of their craft. Dorothy's photos have became famous because, before witnesses, the lights (craft) respond to her mental requests to appear or move or flash certain colors. There are far too many stories to write about, she says. These contacts, visual, mental and physical, apparently went on every day for over 28 years.
A hypnotic regression session is included in the book, verbatim. Questions and answers. A psychologist suggested she might learn more by undergoing hypnosis which she agreed to. Under hypnosis Dorothy went back about 10,500 years, to a time when she and her parents fled Atlantis to Greece where they lived in underground caves to escape the war-like rulers of Atlantis. Her parents opposed the government and wanted Atlantis to take a more peaceful path. The peace-loving people worked with crystals, as they did in Atlantis, and in the caves she experimented with the positive effects of generating light, healing, heat and levitation with the crystals. They were also in communication with the celestials then, as she is now, who taught them how to build flying craft to escape.
Below is just one of Dorothy's stories. I chose it because it is a physical contact story, not an astral one, that we can relate to better. She has had contacts with both cosmic beings (physical) and light beings (pure spirit). This is in her own words.
Coney Island
by Dorothy Izatt
I've seen and filmed many types of beings over the years; some were physical beings, and some were not. The Light Beings are not, of course, but there are many, many other ETs that have bodies like we do and need to travel in flying machines or craft of various kinds. I clearly remember one time when some sort of physical being in the form of a tall man appeared standing just outside my bedroom window. I wasn't afraid, partly because I was used to these kinds of things but also because I felt I already knew him. It's strange, but this feeling of familiarity is always present in my encounters. I can't explain it, but it's like I've known them all for a very long time. People are so amazed that I don't shake in my boots when these things happen, but it has been going on for so many years now that it just doesn't scare me. I've heard about abductions and people being made to have amnesia and things like that, but it has never once been that way for me. Even when I've had encounters with what some called the Grays, or the little ETs with large heads, they never imposed on me or made me feel afraid. So it doesn't bother me one bit.
The man at my window must have been close to 7 feet tall. He was a slender figure dressed in a one-piece reddish-colored outfit something like a jump suit. He had blond hair and a kind, human face. I guess you might say he looked like a basketball player. Under his arm he carried a white helmet with small symbols or shapes on it that were sort of orange in color. Somehow I knew he was inviting me to go somewhere. I noticed that a small craft was hovering behind him and above my backyard. It was a big area back there, and the craft just hovered silently. It was a small one really, about the size of my living room.
When I went to the window and opened it, he spoke, or seemed to speak in good English. I know this sounds very weird, but he asked if I'd like to go to Coney Island, the amusement park? And of course no one can say I was dreaming or anything like that, because I filmed this man.
Anyway, there I am at the window and this tall man says he wants to show his daughter the place called Coney Island. I had never been there in my life and didn't even know what it looked like, but I knew it was far away and that was all I knew.
As soon as I said yes, I found myself inside the small hovering craft. I don't know how it happened. I was in my bedroom and then in the blink of an eye I was in the smaller craft. Once in the small craft, we went up to a much larger triangular-shaped one where the daughter was waiting, and the next thing I knew we were on our way.
We traveled in the larger craft, and there were other people there. One was a woman who may have been the man's wife. Two others were sitting down. The daughter was quite tall, too, but I'm only 5 feet tall, so everybody looks tall to me. The daughter, I think, was a teenager and she came up high to the man's chest, so she was fairly tall, too. They all looked ordinary, except for their height, but there are lots of tall people in the world. Their eyes were a little different, having a kind of brownish-pink color to them. But this wasn't extremely noticeable, or odd enough that it would stand out too much. I think they could walk among us, and nobody would pay that much attention to them. They were tall, slender, and graceful in their movements, and all the proportions were normal, giving them the appearance of ordinary humans. In today's world where everybody is used to seeing tall people on television and in the movies and so on, they wouldn't attract a lot of attention, not really.
So off we went to Coney Island. When we got there I was surprised that the craft just hovered above an open area. The amusement park below was blazing with lights and signs, and the craft just hovered over the top of them. Then, just as suddenly as before, we were on the ground among all those people. I don't know how they did it. It was so quick it took my breath away.
The big triangular-shaped craft remained right above us. It was fairly high up, but because of its size, I could see it plainly. I asked the man if he was concerned that people on the ground might see the craft, and he said they wouldn't even notice it. I realized he was right, because if people didn't know where to look, they wouldn't see it. Even if they did see it, in all the lights and movement they'd probably ignore it anyway. Interestingly, I realized then that he wasn't speaking to me with a voice. He'd look at me, and I could hear him speaking, but it was mind to mind and not with spoken words. I started doing it too. I'd think to say something and he'd answer me. It's really quite easy to do, or at least it was for me.
We started to walk and look at things, and the daughter was quite excited by everything. She was really enjoying it all, laughing and nodding her head and looking up at her father. He told her this was a place where children came to have fun and enjoy themselves. People scurried right past us, and some of them looked at us, but in the glare and noise of the place, they didn't stop and stare or anything like that. There were street performers milling around, lots of people, and kids with wild hairdos like they have nowadays ;and that sort of thing. In that mixed crowd we didn't look particularly strange at all. We just walked at a leisurely pace, taking in all the activity and noise and hoopla, and after about an hour they decided they'd seen enough. I felt the man was growing anxious about getting back for some reason.
When we returned to the hovering craft, I noticed that on each of the three corners underneath the triangle, there was a layered section that came down and in each of these layers was a small craft like the one I first saw in my backyard. I asked, and the man said those were craft they sometimes used for exploration or for shuttling and short trips to various places. My feeling was that the little craft are never very far away from the larger one.
From the ground we made another of those quick transfers, or whatever, into the big craft and left, and in seconds we were back at my home. We said our good-byes, and they seemed genuinely sad to see me go. I thanked them for inviting me, and in an instant I was back in my bedroom. On my film you can see the man and his daughter inside the craft, and the craft itself as its leaving. I felt very happy afterward and thought about if for many weeks. This always has been one of my favorite experiences, probably because it was so joyful and innocent - and because I was honored to be included.
End of newsletter. Bye for now. More later. You may pass this on to friends.
Nancy
