It’s Okay Now To Remember Our Stories –

In 1994, I experienced what I called the “spins.” It didn’t matter what I was doing, but what I looked at would move clockwise through my vision like a movie. I could walk, talk, ride, whatever I might be doing at the time without difficulty. It was disorientating and intriguing at the same time. As an anthropologist/archaeologist, I looked for the patterns that might trigger it. The only pattern I could find was that the “movie” would last precisely 15 minutes, then my vision returned to normal.

I wasn’t worried about it per se until one day; it started while I was driving – that didn’t work so well. The medical doctors at the Mountain Home Air Force Base, Mountain Home, ID, had no clue. It wasn’t vertigo, and they had no explanation. The decision was made to medivac me up to Madigan Army Medical Center, Joint Base Lewis-McChord, Washington, to the medical facility there. I boarded a medivac flight with doctors, nurses, and other patients out of Mt. Home. We almost crashed upon landing at Malmstrom AFB in Montana due to the winds. We took on a couple of patients and flew on to Madigan without incident.

 Military friends met me at the air terminal. I stayed with them for the three days I was there. The next day I went for my appointment. I met several doctors and nurses and carefully noted names and ranks. They appeared as stumped as the Mt. Home doctors; however, here at Madigan, several “hushed and closed-door conversations” took place about my “case.”

 Ultimately, it was decided that I would return in three weeks for a “sleep study.” We drove up to Madigan this time with a horse trailer, as I had purchased a Lipizzaner mare on the first trip when I wasn’t at the hospital.

 I did the sleep study, and at the end of a very long night and half the morning, I was handed a stack of papers with pictures of all my brain wave activity, etc. I was then scheduled for a “brain stem” study a month later because the sleep study had been “inconclusive,” and I could never manufacture a “spin” in front of them so they could study it. I made an appointment before I left the hospital. I had a different set of doctors and nurses for the sleep study.

 A week before my “brain stem study” appointment, I called the Medivac office at Mt. Home AFB to schedule my ride to Madigan again as instructed. I gave them my name, appointment information, etc., and they said they would contact me later that day. When they did return my call, they were very hostile, accusing me of trying to use government resources for my benefit (or something similar and stupid). The person said I had never been on a medivac out of Mt. Home to Madigan on the dates provided, that there was no appointment for the brain stem study, nor had I ever been to Madigan as a patient. I supplied all the names of the doctors and nurses I had seen. I gave the names of patients and medical staff on the first Medivac flight and was willing to bring in the stack of papers to prove I had been there. The stack of documents was no longer in the file where I had put them, and when they called back, they informed me that none of the names of the doctors and nurses I had provided had ever worked at Madigan Hospital. The funny thing, the “spins” had stopped after the sleep study visit. Being me then, it was easy to chalk it up to one of those “strange things that always seemed to happen to me.”

You all know the end of this story; I put two and two together this past week while doing a regression and remembered my “spins” incident. I asked if I had a star being, an “alien” chip, and whether or not I had gotten it at two years of age. Of course, the answer was “yes,” it had been a malfunction in 1994 that was corrected during my trip to Madigan for my “sleep study.” I had been what some have termed “abducted” both times. I am grateful that my memory has allowed me to remember more pieces of my vast “life puzzle.”

I asked my spirit guides about the purpose of having a chip and what purpose it held for me. I am a Starseed from the Arcturian star system (this I already knew), and starseeds have chips. Other starseeds may or may not be aware they have a chip. I am researching the purpose(s) of the chip – is it for future contact by our star family? Keeping track of us? Why some and not other starseeds? I was told both my stories (the cover-up ones made up for me by the star beings and the true ones) would be able to help others who may be dealing with a similar situation as mine described above.

You don’t have to love the “event” that created the story, but you have to make peace with it. It happened. It is now in the past, we can’t change it now, but we can let it go so that we can heal.

We are all connected to one another via the web of life. Perhaps you know you carry a chip; maybe you don’t. If you do know, did you make up a story to cover the apparent “abduction” you experienced? Did you find said abduction fearful? Does it bother you to carry a chip, or do you feel it is a reminder of our true “home” (as I do)? Are you willing to share your story with me? If so, please email me at: whenspiritsspeak@yahoo.com

Isn’t life exciting? We are spiritual beings having a physical experience to grow our souls and are all connected to the web of life. What happens to one happens to us all. Thank you for allowing me to share “my story.” I look forward to hearing your stories and seeing your connections and realizations as you remember who you are and why you are who you are. You are safe now.