I am of extraterrestrial stock.
My parents were human. I'm human, but also alien as near as I can figure it. I've written about it here from time to time, but at no point have
I actually said it. That stops today.
I've written about the clown in
the barn and how it started as a being who visited me and drew it on the wall
in grease pencil. That's how I remember it, and I have continuous conscious
recollection of it. That said, it was for my eyes only as the reminder was for
me alone.
She used to visit me often and
during those times I was no child. A full- grown adult consciousness took over
as we spoke.
We talked of what I am to do here
in this life. I don't know what that is, but I do know if I am not open about who
and what I am, the heritage I share, then I may never know it.
Are you wondering what my parents would think of this?
My mom would be cool about it as she had some moderate psychic ability and read
all the Edgar Cayce materials she could get her hands on. Past lives were her
interest.
My dad always wanted to be
abducted by aliens and taken for a ride. He was clear he wanted them to bring
him back, but a quick trip around the cosmos was on his list.
I asked him once, "Aren't
you scared?"
He replied, "What's to be
scared of?"
Back to me. I am sure that
full-grown adult consciousness is still in here somewhere. I wish it would come
back out. I want to know what it knows. It is possible it is simply adult me that
through some process of time and space and reality was available to me there.
I have no idea what is going to
happen next. For now, it is important to get the matter out on the public
record. I am of alien heritage and I look forward to what is next.
