Sheldan Nidle, Contactee
The Galactic Federation of Light - Naples, Florida USA
The following excerpts are from "Your First Contact" by Sheldan Nidle, published in 2000.
My story begins in my childhood. The large silver, orb-shaped Sirian ship hung in the night sky like a faraway Christmas ornament. Later that same night, eight other companion ships joined it and quickly assembled in their traditional 'V' formation. To me, it was a signal that another contact with my space kin was about to begin. Rapidly, I felt the first twinges of the energies that soon put me deeply asleep. I awakened to find myself on one of the nine scout ships. Washta, my wise and loving teacher, gently tapped my shoulder. He was dressed in his usual purple and gold-trimmed jumpsuit which was intricately braided on each shoulder. The time had arrived again for me to go to the Sirian Mothership for another series of their amazing lessons. From my very early childhood, the Sirians and their Galactic Federation of Light allies had closely watched over me.
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From birth, I had telekinetic abilities. I moved objects about without touching them and easily closed or opened doors and turned on lights with my mind.
Initially, the Sirians and the Galactic Federation of Light had to protect me most from the harm inflicted by my own father, Harry Nidle. He was a powerful, stocky, angry man who seemed unable to cope with events he did not understand. A former professional boxer and fight manager, my dad responded physically to what deeply confused and scared him. His answer to all the strangeness he perceived surrounding me was to constantly beat me.
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My earliest childhood recollections are filled with the gentle, loving presence of Washta, my Sirian guide. Near to him always were many loving and caring Beings who treated me with reverence. his protectiveness of me in those years equaled only that of my adoring grandfather, Max Nidle.
****
From the start, the Sirians (and especially Washta) seemed to have a plan. They talked to me constantly about a grand mission to Earth of which I was a part. They told me that whatever was happening to me now was only a necessary learning experience destined to be transformed by me at a later date. Instead, I was to bring to mind the love within my parents that had created me. Repeatedly, Washta told me, "Remember, you are not alone." The Sirians continually watched over me. When required, a special Sirian medical team took care of my physical injuries. Of immediate importance was that I play and grow and, at the proper times, be educated for what I was later meant to accomplish.
One of the strangest elements of my childhood was my father's constant physical abuse. Again and again, I was left for dead, sprawled on my bedroom floor or curled up in a fetal position on the bed. Promptly, the Sirian medical team teleported me up to the Mothership or to a nearby scout ship. Furiously, they worked to restore me to pristine health - no bumps, no bruises, and no broken bones. I was then sent back to my bedroom, usually in a deep, healing sleep-state and unable to awaken until morning. The next morning (or on his return from work), Dad beheld me in absolute horror, mixed with joyous amazement: his unknown benefactors had saved him yet again.
****
Let me state that in my youth, along with many other psychic gifts, I possessed a well-developed telepathic ability which i used to better understand what I was experiencing. After the age of five, I began to notice that most individuals on this planet did not publicly show such abilities and seemed to fumble around with no comprehension of what was happening to them.
****
The Sirians and, later, some notable Andromedan scientists told me about the necessity of assisting the Earth through its period of transition. Those who came to help Earth had to understand fully what life in this society was like. The process required that a number of daring souls be willing to experience incarnation as Earth Beings.
The Galactic Federation project directors considered the mission most difficult. it was a privotal task and possessed a number of possible scenarios. Zakumadi, an Andromedan scientist, was famous throughout the Galactic Federation of Light for her profound wisdom on these weighty matters. Washta arranged for me to meet her to clear up some of my growing confusion. Her conversations with me are ones I shall never forget.
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Washta is a Being of great Light and infinite Love. he stands over seven feet (more than two meters) tall, with broad shoulders and a very well built body. Washta has an oblong head and thick, shoulder-length, sandy blonde hair. His eyes are blue and piercing, and his thin lips readily produce a most awe-inspiring smile. His voice is deep yet very melodious. His wondrous laugh is infectious and turned my deepest frowns into long episodes of ecstatic laughter. He exudes a perfect Love filled with a great wisdom.
Washta's entourage was always quite large, usually consisting of 50 to 100 people. The Mothership's personnel always seemed to be at his beck and call. Frequently, when I saw him there, he was dressed in mutli-layered diaphanous gowns of light blue or royal purple. Each layer sparkled like an endless pattern of sequins. As he walked unhurriedly beside me, his elegant, golden sandals barely seemed to touch the marble-like floors.
The usual place for my training sessions was the main Sirian Mothership. Through the portholes of a scout ship, I often saw it looming above me. Football-shaped and over 300 miles (some 480 kilometers) in diameter, this immense ship always glowed and twinkled like an enormous star.
Washta frequently reminded me (as we approached) that neither Earth's military nor its astronomers were able to see the Sirian Mothership. Its light frequencies were too high, and it employed a force field that, by bending the visible light around it, made it appear cloaked. When we adjusted our perception to these distortions, it became visible to us.
Our Sirian scout ship was one of over 50,000 such ships stationed on the main Sirian Mothership. Approximately 100 feet (about 30.5 meters) in diameter, our scout was shaped like a huge orb with a special mid-section that bulged slightly, like a small airfoil, for about 12 feet (a little over 3 meters). The portholes (actually special holograms) allowed us to look outside.
Other scout ships had up to five decks, whereas on this type there were three. The lowest level was set aside for storage and other activities. Usually, I was told by the chief pilot to remain on this bottom deck. The other decks were used for flight operations and scientific observations. Occasionally, I was allowed to visit these levels while the crew was busy doing their work.
On the Sirian Mothership, our frequent destination was a well appointed conference room. it was as large as a football field, with very white walls and a glowing pink ceiling, embellished with peach-colored swirls. Strangely pleated walls soared nearly twenty feet (over six meters) in height. They glowed oddly, as if lit from within, and were bright enough to light up the entire room.
The light was not at all harsh but quite pleasant and soft. I discovered that the walls were organic. They were seemingly alive, cool to the touch, and noticeably resilient. In the central area of this enormous room was an extremely large, oblong conference table, surrounded by about sixty chairs, with many more arranged behind them. Above the entire length of the table floated, as if by magic, a very thin, brightly-colored rod. From it, the Sirians projected (at will) various pertinent 3-D holographic images, fully interactive with anyone in the room.
Sessions with Washta, or with any other instructor, always began with a very loving conversation. Focused on my feelings at the time, they were intended to assist in my development or resolve day-to-day problems. They also set the stage beautifully for the lessons to come which employed two instructional aids.
The first was the aforementioned brightly-colored rod above the conference table. The rod projected a large 3-D image of whatever was being described and then a learning game began. Playing the game, I was clearly aware of the joy of life aboard the ship. This world was one in which wisdom, Love, and Light emanated from all. In the Sirian culture, consciousness is a wondrous, godly gift meant to be experienced to the fullest.
There was a second learning tool. On the conference table, situated in front of each chair, was a small panel. From it extended life-like holograms of any size or shape, which slowly formed, rose, and moved about the room. They were very interactive, and I was able to easily command them, converse or play with them, or even learn from them. I enjoyed taking part in them, for they, like the brightly-colored rod, taught me effortlessly and joyously through fun and games.
Learning sessions with the Sirians lasted for many hours but seemed like mere minutes. A phenomenal amount of amazing information was freely given. Washta explained that they wished me to understand a type of science not yet fully explored on Earth - the science of consciousness, containing the principles for creating all things. In their world, this consciousness or spiritual science was paramount. Out of it flowed all forms of creativity, along with the solutions to any potential problem. A Sirian proverb described this unique science quite simply, "Nothing in the Universe is without solution nor does it occur without a reason. Any Being of Light can determine why it occurs and for what reason."
****
Again and again Washta would say to me, "The true nature of this reality is divine Love. The Creator is within all of us. We are a deep reflection of each other." The purpose of my education was to prepare ;me to bring this simple yet profound message to this aspect of humanity. Washta's words have been spoken many times during Earth's recorded history. The difference now is that the grand adventure embodied in our existence is about to hit the expressway that leads us to our destiny. This highway is the route to a; majestic homecoming. It leads us out of the current miasma of limited consciousness and, unerringly, to a full expression of who we truly are. In so doing, it guides us back to our space kin. What I continually observed on the Sirian Mothership greatly amplified my understanding of my personal role in this grand adventure.
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From the book, "Your First Contact" by Sheldan Nidle. Sheldan provides wonderful monthly webinars from the Galactic Federation, direct from Washta, an ascended master from Sirius. Register for these webinars online at www.paoweb.com. He also sends out email Updates weekly. Sign up on the HOME page.
My story begins in my childhood. The large silver, orb-shaped Sirian ship hung in the night sky like a faraway Christmas ornament. Later that same night, eight other companion ships joined it and quickly assembled in their traditional 'V' formation. To me, it was a signal that another contact with my space kin was about to begin. Rapidly, I felt the first twinges of the energies that soon put me deeply asleep. I awakened to find myself on one of the nine scout ships. Washta, my wise and loving teacher, gently tapped my shoulder. He was dressed in his usual purple and gold-trimmed jumpsuit which was intricately braided on each shoulder. The time had arrived again for me to go to the Sirian Mothership for another series of their amazing lessons. From my very early childhood, the Sirians and their Galactic Federation of Light allies had closely watched over me.
****
From birth, I had telekinetic abilities. I moved objects about without touching them and easily closed or opened doors and turned on lights with my mind.
Initially, the Sirians and the Galactic Federation of Light had to protect me most from the harm inflicted by my own father, Harry Nidle. He was a powerful, stocky, angry man who seemed unable to cope with events he did not understand. A former professional boxer and fight manager, my dad responded physically to what deeply confused and scared him. His answer to all the strangeness he perceived surrounding me was to constantly beat me.
****
My earliest childhood recollections are filled with the gentle, loving presence of Washta, my Sirian guide. Near to him always were many loving and caring Beings who treated me with reverence. his protectiveness of me in those years equaled only that of my adoring grandfather, Max Nidle.
****
From the start, the Sirians (and especially Washta) seemed to have a plan. They talked to me constantly about a grand mission to Earth of which I was a part. They told me that whatever was happening to me now was only a necessary learning experience destined to be transformed by me at a later date. Instead, I was to bring to mind the love within my parents that had created me. Repeatedly, Washta told me, "Remember, you are not alone." The Sirians continually watched over me. When required, a special Sirian medical team took care of my physical injuries. Of immediate importance was that I play and grow and, at the proper times, be educated for what I was later meant to accomplish.
One of the strangest elements of my childhood was my father's constant physical abuse. Again and again, I was left for dead, sprawled on my bedroom floor or curled up in a fetal position on the bed. Promptly, the Sirian medical team teleported me up to the Mothership or to a nearby scout ship. Furiously, they worked to restore me to pristine health - no bumps, no bruises, and no broken bones. I was then sent back to my bedroom, usually in a deep, healing sleep-state and unable to awaken until morning. The next morning (or on his return from work), Dad beheld me in absolute horror, mixed with joyous amazement: his unknown benefactors had saved him yet again.
****
Let me state that in my youth, along with many other psychic gifts, I possessed a well-developed telepathic ability which i used to better understand what I was experiencing. After the age of five, I began to notice that most individuals on this planet did not publicly show such abilities and seemed to fumble around with no comprehension of what was happening to them.
****
The Sirians and, later, some notable Andromedan scientists told me about the necessity of assisting the Earth through its period of transition. Those who came to help Earth had to understand fully what life in this society was like. The process required that a number of daring souls be willing to experience incarnation as Earth Beings.
The Galactic Federation project directors considered the mission most difficult. it was a privotal task and possessed a number of possible scenarios. Zakumadi, an Andromedan scientist, was famous throughout the Galactic Federation of Light for her profound wisdom on these weighty matters. Washta arranged for me to meet her to clear up some of my growing confusion. Her conversations with me are ones I shall never forget.
****
Washta is a Being of great Light and infinite Love. he stands over seven feet (more than two meters) tall, with broad shoulders and a very well built body. Washta has an oblong head and thick, shoulder-length, sandy blonde hair. His eyes are blue and piercing, and his thin lips readily produce a most awe-inspiring smile. His voice is deep yet very melodious. His wondrous laugh is infectious and turned my deepest frowns into long episodes of ecstatic laughter. He exudes a perfect Love filled with a great wisdom.
Washta's entourage was always quite large, usually consisting of 50 to 100 people. The Mothership's personnel always seemed to be at his beck and call. Frequently, when I saw him there, he was dressed in mutli-layered diaphanous gowns of light blue or royal purple. Each layer sparkled like an endless pattern of sequins. As he walked unhurriedly beside me, his elegant, golden sandals barely seemed to touch the marble-like floors.
The usual place for my training sessions was the main Sirian Mothership. Through the portholes of a scout ship, I often saw it looming above me. Football-shaped and over 300 miles (some 480 kilometers) in diameter, this immense ship always glowed and twinkled like an enormous star.
Washta frequently reminded me (as we approached) that neither Earth's military nor its astronomers were able to see the Sirian Mothership. Its light frequencies were too high, and it employed a force field that, by bending the visible light around it, made it appear cloaked. When we adjusted our perception to these distortions, it became visible to us.
Our Sirian scout ship was one of over 50,000 such ships stationed on the main Sirian Mothership. Approximately 100 feet (about 30.5 meters) in diameter, our scout was shaped like a huge orb with a special mid-section that bulged slightly, like a small airfoil, for about 12 feet (a little over 3 meters). The portholes (actually special holograms) allowed us to look outside.
Other scout ships had up to five decks, whereas on this type there were three. The lowest level was set aside for storage and other activities. Usually, I was told by the chief pilot to remain on this bottom deck. The other decks were used for flight operations and scientific observations. Occasionally, I was allowed to visit these levels while the crew was busy doing their work.
On the Sirian Mothership, our frequent destination was a well appointed conference room. it was as large as a football field, with very white walls and a glowing pink ceiling, embellished with peach-colored swirls. Strangely pleated walls soared nearly twenty feet (over six meters) in height. They glowed oddly, as if lit from within, and were bright enough to light up the entire room.
The light was not at all harsh but quite pleasant and soft. I discovered that the walls were organic. They were seemingly alive, cool to the touch, and noticeably resilient. In the central area of this enormous room was an extremely large, oblong conference table, surrounded by about sixty chairs, with many more arranged behind them. Above the entire length of the table floated, as if by magic, a very thin, brightly-colored rod. From it, the Sirians projected (at will) various pertinent 3-D holographic images, fully interactive with anyone in the room.
Sessions with Washta, or with any other instructor, always began with a very loving conversation. Focused on my feelings at the time, they were intended to assist in my development or resolve day-to-day problems. They also set the stage beautifully for the lessons to come which employed two instructional aids.
The first was the aforementioned brightly-colored rod above the conference table. The rod projected a large 3-D image of whatever was being described and then a learning game began. Playing the game, I was clearly aware of the joy of life aboard the ship. This world was one in which wisdom, Love, and Light emanated from all. In the Sirian culture, consciousness is a wondrous, godly gift meant to be experienced to the fullest.
There was a second learning tool. On the conference table, situated in front of each chair, was a small panel. From it extended life-like holograms of any size or shape, which slowly formed, rose, and moved about the room. They were very interactive, and I was able to easily command them, converse or play with them, or even learn from them. I enjoyed taking part in them, for they, like the brightly-colored rod, taught me effortlessly and joyously through fun and games.
Learning sessions with the Sirians lasted for many hours but seemed like mere minutes. A phenomenal amount of amazing information was freely given. Washta explained that they wished me to understand a type of science not yet fully explored on Earth - the science of consciousness, containing the principles for creating all things. In their world, this consciousness or spiritual science was paramount. Out of it flowed all forms of creativity, along with the solutions to any potential problem. A Sirian proverb described this unique science quite simply, "Nothing in the Universe is without solution nor does it occur without a reason. Any Being of Light can determine why it occurs and for what reason."
****
Again and again Washta would say to me, "The true nature of this reality is divine Love. The Creator is within all of us. We are a deep reflection of each other." The purpose of my education was to prepare ;me to bring this simple yet profound message to this aspect of humanity. Washta's words have been spoken many times during Earth's recorded history. The difference now is that the grand adventure embodied in our existence is about to hit the expressway that leads us to our destiny. This highway is the route to a; majestic homecoming. It leads us out of the current miasma of limited consciousness and, unerringly, to a full expression of who we truly are. In so doing, it guides us back to our space kin. What I continually observed on the Sirian Mothership greatly amplified my understanding of my personal role in this grand adventure.
****
From the book, "Your First Contact" by Sheldan Nidle. Sheldan provides wonderful monthly webinars from the Galactic Federation, direct from Washta, an ascended master from Sirius. Register for these webinars online at www.paoweb.com. He also sends out email Updates weekly. Sign up on the HOME page.
