My story was written before I was created, I can't conceive I'd script it this way. Over 10 months in my mother’s womb, did I want to come out? Yet, I was born, in Boston Massachusetts, the US of A, an Eastern astrology rat under the Western's bull. Factions are fighting over me; my spirit, soul, mind and body - blue at the beginning, the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. Evil wants God's creation.

At three years of age I saw a ship, with "little people" and "large bugs." Holding my Mom's hand walking, a voice, in my head, said, "I’m here". The big headed little people lied me on a table, connected me to a TV, making my body feel good. As I excitedly tingled - pain - shooting electricity stopping my body from working. I popped out of me and floated into empty blackness. But a light came. I asked it why the little people were hurting me. It said because they were evil, but it would protect me. Afterward, "alive" again at the ship, a larger than human Praying Mantis "told" me that it loved me.

I stepped into the void on the light almost five. The little people took me underground, a place with people like in "Army" (Air Force) movies I'd seen on TV. They told me to walk through a square metal framed "door" the Army people had "opened" with electricity to emptiness, except for a floor that went into the void room only as far as the light from the doorway room did. Having taught me to project my spirit from my body as a three year old by "killing" me, beside the little tank with a camera lens that first went out, I projected my spirit to where it seemed my body couldn't exist finding no life. Afterward, the little people "told" me the "Army" people had tuned a machine, like a radio, to a "station" of emptiness that things could be placed into and light could be shined upon.

Around seven, flying down through lake Titicaca then coming out underwater at the Pacific continental shelf was really cool. Afterward, with my father, we found the lake's country in a world atlas. We had also visited the Horsehead Nebula, the "front row view." I didn't particularly care that Bigfoot had to come to get me out of bed for the ride though. I also didn't know why my parents wouldn't talk directly about the Little and Praying Mantis people.

I stayed up to watch live Neil Armstrong walk on the moon when I was nine. That summer I'd been underground there, watching the Bugs eat their food in front of us. You should know, they say, that humans reincarnate. Mantis don't really kill people and eat us, they're helping us evolve! Shhh, they really don't want too many to see this, not everyone understands like they do, and those they show should understand like them for everyones' own good. What I had learned is that the world called these creatures "aliens."

That's not everything, including day and night "dreams" of a coming "star," of Earth catastrophe, of Christ's return. I'm not even a teenager yet! For now, past the teenage, twenty, thirty and into the forty year old experiences, spirituality seems the matter of them.

If you would, consider the time of the flying cross: What was it? What does it mean?

Seeking Treasures here?

Down to the Door, the in side.

Down to the Door, the outside.