Thursday, March 19, 2020

Alien "Miracle" Gift During Coronavirus Pandemic
















On Wednesday, February 19, 2020, I awoke from my sleep with my heart pounding.  This was unusual since I don't generally get nightmares anymore and almost never wake up with my heart pounding.  Furthermore, the dream fragment that I could remember was not frightening at all - merely "unusual."

It was a very, very short dream fragment - or let's call it a "dream" for the time being.  It was more vivid than my usual lucid dreams.  Most of my dreams these days are lucid - I remember them, they have a sense of being more "real" than a normal dream, and I am able to control them and am aware that I am dreaming.  This one was different.

I was standing in my kitchen in front of my sink and looking out the window facing the front of the house.  I think I was talking to a friend.  I noticed that a red helicopter was landing in my front yard. I was very surprised.  I said to my friend, "Don't they know they can't land a helicopter in my front yard?"

But the helicopter landed and a tall, very plain-looking, brown-haired man got out and walked to my front door.  I went to the door, opened it, and said, "Yes, can I help you?"

He didn't say a word but handed me a small package wrapped in brown paper.  It was about 5 inches long, 4 inches wide and an inch thick.  It was as heavy as lead - like a slab of heavy metal.  

I said, "What's this?"

He said, "You're going to need it."

I couldn't imagine why he was saying this.  I didn't "need" anything!  I have everything I could need.  The only thing, perhaps, would be a solution to my back problem.  In real life, I returned home from two weeks in August, 2019, at a Russian training in psychokinesis with a broken back.  We did boot-camp types of exercises every day for about 6 hours a day or longer.  They weren't rigorous, but I was in extreme pain from the first day.  Given the fact that the people training us had military backgrounds and the Russians have been known to have been leaders in developing psychotronic weapons, I was also concerned something may have been done to me.  We were treated like prisoners and when I returned home in severe pain I learned from three orthopedic and neurosurgeons that the bone in my back was indeed broken, the disk gone, the nerve impinged, and my spine completely unstable and almost detached!  I was told I would need major back surgery to fix the problem.  I was particularly reluctant to do this kind of surgery.  Anyway, that was the only thing I could think of in my dream that I might possibly "need."

As soon as he said this, I looked at him and in a moment of insight said, "You're not from here, are you?"

As soon as I said this, his entire body began to take on a slightly bluish hue of light and he became transparent.  His body began to glitch like a hologram.  Suddenly, his human form completely disappeared.  What was left in its place was virtually indescribable.  It was not human or anything I could recognize.  It was like a cluster of large blue orbs with some stringy things hanging down and simply floating in the air.  I knew immediately that this was some kind of light being alien.

Dream ends and I wake up with my heart pounding.

That day, February 20, I called a dear psychic friend of mine and told her about the dream.  

"What do you think was in that package?" she asked.

"I don't know.  The only thing I know is that it was 'heavy like lead' which means, in my interpretation, that it was definitely not lead but could be some sort of heavy metal."

"What about bismuth?" she asked.  "That's a heavy metal like lead."

I knew I had seen bismuth before - I studied a lot of geology and always loved rocks and crystals since I was a kid - but couldn't recall what it looked like.  So I quickly googled it and discovered that bismuth is a brittle, silver-colored metal which can actually form lovely "drawer-like" crystals and becomes pink, blue and iridescent when oxidized.  So, had this alien given me a package containing bismuth, I wondered?  

It occurred to me that some of the crystals I saw online looked amazingly like miniature spines with vertebrae - square crystals growing together.  What if you could regrow your spine?  

On February 21, I decided to do something extraordinary illogical - to buy 5 lbs of bismuth.  I somehow "knew" that I needed exactly 5 lbs.  I had no idea what I was going to do with it.

On February 26, it arrived in a small box.  I looked at the metal chunks - in three pieces - and simply left the box in my bedroom.

On February 27, I went downstairs to get my usual cup of coffee in the morning.  As I poured my coffee, I suddenly realized something extraordinary.  I was not experiencing pain.  For seven months, I had been in chronic pain, 24/7, regardless of whether I was walking, standing, sitting, lying down or sleeping.  I hurt my back to simply carry a cup of coffee and I would have to lie down and rest for at least a half hour after making my bed. I had literally forgotten the sensation of being pain-free.  It was beyond extraordinary!  As great as this was, I figured maybe it was a fluke.  Back pain tends to fluctuate.  There are good days and bad days.  I figured I would enjoy this good day as long as it lasted.


Today is March 19 - one month after my dream - and (miraculously) I am still not in pain!  I don't understand why.  Suddenly, I am able to walk two miles a day and I can carry heavy items - carefully, yes, but without repercussions.  It literally feels like my lower spine somehow "snapped" back into place.  Previous X-rays and scans showed that my spine was literally 50 percent disconnected - without the bone or disk to hold it in place - and so was highly unstable.  Little did I know when the alien told me that I would "need this" - whatever it was - that within days the coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic would begin sweeping through the United States.  


Recall that back on February 19, when I had this dream, CNN was reporting on the coronavirus that was almost exclusively limited to Wuhan, China. We weren't worried about it in the US.  On that day, CNN reported:

"The global death toll from coronavirus has risen to at least 2,120, with eight deaths reported outside of mainland China. Hong Kong and Iran have each reported two deaths from coronavirus. Taiwan, Japan, the Philippines and France have each reported one death."

The first case of coronavirus in the United States occurred on January 19 on the other side of the country in Washington State.  I live a half hour outside New York City in New Jersey.  Everyone was, at that time, hopeful that American medicine and technology would quickly dispose of it the way we did with Ebola and SARS.  

As late as February 29, there were only three reported cases in the United States and the first death that day.  

Today, March 19, reports say there have been more than 11,000 cases reported in the United States, 168 deaths, and New York City is now ablaze with the virus with roughly a third of the nation's reported cases.  Quarantines, nightly curfews and mandatory "shelter-in-place" rules have been implemented in a majority of states.  All restaurants, bars, nightclubs, sports events, theatre events,concerts and gatherings of 10 or more people have been banned.  Schools and universities are closed indefinitely.  The CDC and President Trump have issued dire warnings about the lack of supplies, masks, gloves, oxygen equipment and vital technology to protect the vulnerable US public.  Reports now indicate that between 10 to 14 percent of people in my age bracket will die of this virus.

Thankfully, and knowing that I needed to stock up on supplies in the event of such quarantines, I did a massive amount of grocery shopping over the last three weeks.  Because my back has been suddenly and miraculously "healed," I was able to carry 10 big  bottles of bleach, detergent, and cleaners, and probably about 50 heavy bags of groceries.  I was able to clear the dishwasher, wash dishes, and other previously painful work without any problem.  A miracle.

The alien handed me whatever this gift of a heavy metal saying I was going to need it.  It was a lifesaver, in fact.  My angel.

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