“Meet the Hybrids: The Lives and Missions of ET Ambassadors on Earth by Barbara Lamb and Miguel Mendonca? ET are you trying to phone home?” I heard above me at one point this evening. I guess Julia had finally gotten off the phone with a college friend of hers and was just checking up on me. “It’s all good!”
I was stretched out on the couch in my study chilling after a long day of working on my website and helping a client fix an issue with their JAWS for Windows installation on Windows 11. It would seem that they had an issue with their screen reader crashing. But… Once I discovered that they had JAWS set to start automatically at the log in screen… Well…
The solution? Disable automatic startup of JAWS for both the log in screen and automatic login on individual accounts. I helped them get Narrator Turned on at the login screen and the other stuff with JAWS switched off from the administrator account on Their Windows 11 Powered PC.
I also advised them that, on computers that automatically lock after a period of time, it is best to turn JAWS off for a few seconds and turn it back on again, as the locked screen seems to be causing JAWS to create extra processes of FS Synth 32 in the background. “You can usually tell when the extra processes are running because JAWS refuses to stop at the first tap of the control key whenever it happens,” I told them over the phone.
They were most grateful for the information. But, it did take a little effort to get them to go where I needed them to go in order to resolve the problem. However, in future, we will be setting them up so that I can remote access their machine to make adjustments as needed, once they start paying me on a monthly bases for computer services outside of webhosting. For now though, I’m more than happy to do the payment by call thing to help them with their Windows 11 issues.
Between the computer tech support and web work I was doing, which involved a bit of coding… I thought reading this really cheap find on Audible would be a fun way to unwind. “Boy was I ever wrong!”
So… There I am listening to the audio book and feeling like my head might explode from what I’m hearing when Julia arrives and sees the title of the book displayed on my computer monitor. “How is Cassondra?” I asked, hoping to distract her.
She knelt down next to the couch and reaching an arm around my shoulders, kissed me lightly before saying, “She’s doing well. Her Therapy practice is up and running in Los Angeles and she’s thrilled with her new apartment. Of course, she had to tell me how she found the place and what she had to do to get her practice up and running. But… It was good to catch up with her. It would seem that she’s working with folks using some of Jose Silva’s techniques, which is a bit unconventional. But… Given where she has set up shop… It’s drawing in a small steady stream of dedicated clients who really are focused on getting better. She sounds great. I’m happy for her.”
She then gave my shoulder a squeeze and slyly said, “So… ET doesn’t love me anymore and wants to phone home?” She then giggled and said, “You actually look like you could use some aspirin. Are you regretting you ever purchased the book?”
I laughed and said, “Let’s just say I’m really glad I didn’t pay more than five bucks for it and leave it at that. The crazy thing is… Have you ever gotten into a book, movie or TV show that totally defies logic and rationality to the point where you just want to scream but can’t stop reading or watching it?”
Julia slipped onto the couch so she was resting comfortably astride me, her body comfortably positioned on mine so we were nose to nose. I love the way it feels when she’s relaxing with me like this. It’s sensuous and comfortable with a fit and trim build like hers and I can never get enough of that.
She kissed me deeply once settled and then replied, “Yes. Actually, it was due to a book along the lines of that one. You see… One of my clients thinks they might have been abducted, raped, and experimented on by aliens. So… I thought I might be able to better help her if I picked up a book on alien obductions to get a better understanding of what she was talking about. Apparently, she’s gone to UFO conventions and everything; racking up quite a bit of debt in the process and things are to the point where this ET thing is destroying her marriage. She’s struggling with depression, too, and came to me for help. I’m thinking I’m going to have to refer her to someone more qualified to help her though. Therapy alone isn’t going to cut it so I’m hoping one of my associates who’s a psychiatrist down the line will be able to take her. We might actually work with her together. But…”
She then sighed and said, “What do you think about this whole ET thing? Is there truth to any of it?”
I chuckled and said, “Just wait for the next UFO related segment on the news, where the Navy has released more footage of unidentified craft and you tell me. It’s strange that the government is all of a sudden talking about this stuff after denying it for over 70 years, don’t you think? I’m guessing there’s more to the story than what they are sharing. But… There’s no doubt something is going on. It’s just a question as to where these interesting craft originate from. Is it another country’s technology? Not likely. But one never knows for sure, especially us average people from the general public.”
“My love,” Julia said, “You are anything but average.” I smiled and kissed her saying, “You’re sweet.”
She then just lay there, matching my breathing with her own and asked, “The alien obduction thing… What do you make of it?”
I ran my fingers through her hair and said softly, “Well… I’m first going to start out by saying that we’d be arrogant asses to think we are the only ones in the whole universe. Ingo Swann and other folks who were actually paid Remote Viewers for the US Government tell us there is more intelligent life out there. These folks hold some water in my book because their names come up in CIA and FBI declassified documents. So… While I’m not 100 percent sold on everything they say, I gravitated towards their books at one point because they did obviously have it together enough to be working with the United States government facilitated Remote Viewing program. See CIA.gov and FBI.gov for more details.”
Julia kissed my lips lightly and said, “Go on?” So… Now stroking her hair and back I continued.
“What I sense, as I listen to the stories in this book, is that the majority of perceived Alien obductions are nothing more than very lifelike visions. As you are probably aware, dreams and visions can be so intense that you can begin to think the events that took place in them actually happened. There’s been a time or two in my own experience where I actually was fooled into thinking I did something in reality, when it was in fact only a dream.”
Julia asked, “Can you give me a for instance?” I nodded and continued, “Once I had a dream and upon waking from it picked up my tape recorder and recorded it, then placed the recorder back on my nightstand, then drifted back off to sleep again. When I went to play back what I had recorded there was nothing there. The tape in the machine had never changed position, even though I knew I had recorded and then rewound the tape slightly to check the sound before putting the tape recorder back on the nightstand again.”
Julia seemed to be staring at me very hard at that point, as she was barely breathing. Then finally, after taking a long deep breath she said, “But that didn’t just happen once or twice.” I nodded saying, “It probably happened a bit more often than I would like to admit. But…” I paused, searching for the right words but Julia simply said, “I think I get it. I do understand what you are trying to say. The lines between dreams and reality can become blurred.”
I nodded and said, “Usually, even during periods of Astral Travel you will notice certain things being out of place, even though what you are experiencing seems to be so real, like floating over your own body while you are asleep. There will normally always be something out of place or that just doesn’t belong. Sometimes it a subtle distortion that one might easily overlook during recall. But it is there. Of course, the starting point of the vision and stopping point are usually a clue, too, because one is usually in a fixed location when the scene starts and ends.”
“You mean like a couch or bed?” Julia asked slyly. I nodded smiling at her. She then kissed me deeply and said, “Hoom… So… If I blow you right now, in the position you are in, and doo a really good job… Uh… Will you have trouble telling if it is a dream or reality?”
I laughed and said seductively, “Want to try it and find out?” Julia Laughed and said, “Maybe later. But right now… What you are telling me is most helpful. Do you think it matters at what age someone starts having super intense dreams?”
I nodded and said, “I think it also depends on how a child’s parents handle it. If they react negatively to a child telling them about a dream involving obduction of any kind and take the puritan approach to dreams… Junior might start to think the dreams are real because they haven’t been given any clues to help anchor them in real time. And… If you’ve already got issues due to abuse or just mental illness in general, inherited or otherwise… I’m not saying there isn’t the possibility that something like that could actually be happening to a few. But… It would be really rare in my mind if that was actually the case.”
“You know Brian my Love? I do think you’ve earned that blowjob and then some,” Julia suddenly said with a very warm glow to her voice. “May I?” Julia asked with a giggle, already making the necessary adjustments and moving into position. All I could think at that point was, “I’d have to be mental to turn this beauty down for sure!”
Even now, as I write this, just remembering the sensations of what she did makes my toes curl. “Damn!”