Angelic Light Beams

For about two weeks in December, I saw flashes of bright white light once or twice a day. Sitting in a restaurant. Inside my apartment. Driving down the street. No particular place or time. Not linked to any particular thought pattern or mood. These flashes were brilliant, like when you get zapped for going through a red light in a camera-controlled intersection. Or like a flash of lightening, but parallel to the ground and anywhere from two to five feet from the earth.

I wondered if anyone else saw this, and so once I asked my son if he'd seen the flash just a moment before. No, he said.

I used to see beings of light all the time. While giving massages, I would see them around my table. I'd see their glimmering bodies in my living room and around my bed. I'd see them as great clouds of shimmering light and sometimes huge pillars of light while walking at night. I would smile at them and send them love, which would make them glow brighter still. But I have seen very little of these light beings during the past two years.

One day in December, however, a being appeared in my bedroom. I spoke to the being, thanking it for appearing to me, telling it I had missed seeing beautiful beings of light, and asking it to work with my body and bring healing energy into it. As always, I directed love at the being, and its shimmering intensified. I asked that all beings of light and love who are assisting me on my journey hear my request for healing. Soon after this, the flashes of bright white light began appearing.

The seond-to-last light beam I saw was on Christmas Day. A flash of white light across the street in front of the restaurant where my mother, my son, and I were having our holiday meal. And the last one was on Dec. 27 while waiting for my friend Jose.

I have missed these angelic visitations, and I am very open and accepting to such love manifesting before my eyes once again on a daily basis.

Evidence of Alien Abduction

Here it is--proof positive of alien abduction! I went to bed last night without a mark on my calf, and I woke up this morning with these scrapes. Now a casual observer might remark that these are nothing but the result of my nails scratching my legs during my sleep.

But look again: The upper set of scratches consists of six lines. If they were from my nails, there would be four lines. Perhaps five, but as you can see with your own fingers, if the thumb is included, it is not in alignment with the other four fingers and so would not produce five parallel lines as the thumb is perpendicular to the plane of the fingers. And either way, that doesn't explain six equidistant lines.

Now I have woken up on other nights to find scratches, cuts, or bruises. But these have all been small and were easily dismissed. But this is significant.

Also note the lower set of scratches. Not sure if it's clear in the photo, but the lower marks are not lines but circles. The first row--the one nearest the front of my body--consists of two circles, followed by another row of two, but with the first circle equidistant between the circles of the first row. The third row consists of three circles, and the fourth of another three circles, the middle one being dark red. The fifth row has one dark circle directly opposite the dark circle in row four. And then the sixth row is a single circle. It's conceivable--though not probable--that my fingers could have scratched the top set of lines. But how do fingernails make circles of the same size?

What's more, I wore scrubs to bed last night. The snug-fitting pants are not made to inch up my leg and expose skin. In fact, they are so snug that I cannot easily roll up the pants leg to my knee. And I certainly don't have the kind of sharp nails that would be necessary to draw blood through clothing. Also, the pant leg was not cut or in any way damaged.

Hmmm...This is all very interesting, especially considering my post of Dec. 13, "You Know You're Desperate When..." in which I wrote of my fantasy of being abducted by space aliens who would replace my in-need-of-assistance organs with brand-new ones cooked up in their med labs just for me.

When I showed my son the evidence, he asked if I had learned anything from the aliens. I thought for a moment, then answered, "Yes, I sure would have thaought that with their advanced technology, they'd have a less dramatic way to take a blood sample!"