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From the Edge of Experience: Who Are We, Why We Are Here
by Lisette Larkins
We are pleased to present an excerpt from Lisette Larkin's forthcoming autobiographical book, Talking to Extraterrestrials: Communications with Enlightened Beings. In this excerpt, Ms. Larkins describes interactions with strange beings who appeared at once "alien" and "oddly familiar." "They spoke to me," she reports, "and I spoke to them ... Inexplicably, I felt tremendous love for them, and I could feel their absolute love for me. Through my conversations with them that evening, as well as many communications since, I have come to understand that my encounters—and the encounters of other people worldwide—are part of a magnificent, universal plan." Her account joins a long tradition of wisdom and insights whose sources are described as unearthly messengers. We present this excerpt without judgment, in that context. This selection appears courtesy of the author and Hampton Roads Publishing.
I’ll always remember the first time that I saw them. So frightened was I that I began to shiver uncontrollably. My heart had never before caused me to notice it, except for the occasional aftermath of robust Mexican food, but at that moment, my chest had gone wild. My heart was hammering inside of me with rare intensity, like a pacemaker gone bad, warning me that my senses were on overload. Having one’s beliefs shattered is never comfortable.
Despite my shock at beholding extraterrestrials before me, I momentarily considered my plight: it was possible that I might drop dead like a stunned parakeet. I was still curious, but deeply scared at the same time, at least initially. My whole physiology responded as my college biology textbook had taught me that it should. I was being readied for fight or flight—until common sense prevailed—yeah right, as if I was gonna go anywhere. There I was in deep space, probably in a black hole somewhere and my autonomic nervous system was readying me for escape. Leaping into the night galaxy from the portal of their craft didn’t seem like a viable option. Besides, a greater dilemma presented itself: I couldn’t move at all. At least not until I calmed down.
Now I’m no Steven Hawking, so don’t ask me where I was. It was very dark and even colder than it was late. There were no clocks or steaming cups of hot chocolate. I’d been plucked from my bed on a warm summer night, and although I’d been wearing a soft cotton nightgown, it was nowhere to be found. My nudity unnerved me at first, but in the context of the Milky Way and life beyond Earth, I got over it. After being moved several times, from one craft to another area, I settled in, as would a proper guest come to visit, and eventually we “talked” for a long time, the ETs and I, but not with our mouths. It just goes to show you that what they teach you in high school is so outdated. There I was having a perfectly nice conversation with foreigners, and I never needed to fall back on my foreign language requirement, because telepathy doesn’t require knowing either German or Spanish.
There was an emotional transition made somewhere in which my fright left me—as I might imagine that all my friends might be less fearful after reading this story—but there I was as intrigued as you please, gazing in wonder at their strange gray skin. It was like that of a dolphin’s, both in color and texture, and perhaps this commonality that they shared with such peaceful creatures of the sea helped me to reconsider them. I was trying to be brave as I sat having my encounter in the nude, and I reasoned that it was not so impolite of them, as they weren’t wearing any clothes either. There was no Star Trek suit or special weapons belt, and I surmised that it seemed proper enough, since you wouldn’t see a dolphin show up in a Hawaiian shirt and trousers. Except that they were not animals, I knew that. Their language was directed cleanly into my mind and I could “hear” them with precision. And in so many ways they seemed very much like you’d imagine any other sentient being. I marveled that I could understand them. Imagine that, I thought, having never taken a workshop on telepathy. I would have made Henry Kissinger proud, the way I stepped up to the plate so quickly, and bantered like a United Nations delegate.
Then the voice of reason—and the entire UFO community—came crashing into my consciousness and I glanced suspiciously around for an operating room or kitchen, wondering if I’d end up either as an experiment or as pot roast. But I soon forgot about modesty and recipes, and before you could say “ET go home,” complete understanding burst into my awareness. We are family. I felt it, and I next understood that within the context of a universal neighborhood, I was visiting their home and it was high time that we began to see more of each other.
This is the juncture where ufologists and would others state that brainwashing had no doubt taken effect. In other words, if fright gives way to an understanding of mutual connectedness, and if thoughts of fear, judgment, and suspicion transform to sublime peace and awe at beholding kinship with another, then I’ve been messed with. That’s okay. Such ufologists might need a workshop of their own in making practical the ideas of spirituality and universal one-ness. I don’t know what types of seminars they’ve been going to lately, but in the personal growth arena in the last thirty years, love, acceptance, and non-judgment are not considered to be states induced by brainwashing. It’s suggested that this is the natural state of things. We’re only taught by our culture to be aggressive, to hate each other, and to think the worst of others, especially if they’re different from us.
Now before you argue that there are similarities between someone who has been kidnapped and brainwashed—like Patty Hearst for example—and me, I might add that no one is convincing me to rob a bank, take up an Uzi, kill anyone, or even spread unkind gossip. So what result has brainwashing induced? A feeling of fellowship and camaraderie? A sense of wonder and connection with other foreign beings from “native” tribes? Then the Red Cross and United Way are brainwashed too, and ought to recognize their naiveté and stop spreading messages of brotherly love right now. Right—as though, upon closer examination, theirs is the kind of message that could really destroy you: Love your brother, help your neighbor, and cease your judgments and feelings of superiority. Boy, that’s dangerous!
In short, during that encounter, I felt deeply honored at meeting intelligent beings from far away, and the end result was that I didn’t care how different they were from me in appearance or custom. I felt a degree of camaraderie that I hadn’t felt in years. It was a unique field trip, not to the backwoods of the Ozarks, or the islands of New Guinea, but to the outback—the way outback—beyond our planet and even further. After my initial surprise wore off, I did eventually get around to asking some pertinent questions.
Who are you? What is your name and where are you from?
Our name, the name of our group, is spelled and sounds much like your word, “sphinx,” but this is only one of the words that you might label us with, just as others may refer to you this time around as a woman, mother, experiencer, Caucasian, American, earthling, etc. There is not just one of us here; there is a group of us. Where we are located is outside of your “jurisdiction,” as you would say. We live in a place that is neither here nor there, for we jet from one galaxy to another. We communicate with you right now, not from a physical planet. At this moment, we are on a large craft resembling an entire neighborhood in size. And yet, if you are asking us about our original planet, we will tell you that it no longer exists—but then we are speaking of many thousands of years ago. That planet we destroyed, which propelled us to an understanding that we might want to awaken if we wanted to continue and further our species, and so we did. The name of that planet was Pluterous, but it no longer exists.
Pluterous was located outside of your solar system and we had developed it into a state of technology similar to your own, in which our technological ability far exceeded our spiritual development. Through accidental mutations of certain technology, we literally blew ourselves asunder. At the time, we had the capability to travel inter-galactically, and we did. We have moved from place to place as a group family, and we have lived on other physical planets, including, at times, planets in close proximity to your own. Now you understand why we mentor you. You could say that God has sent us to you, like angels, in a sense, to watch over you.
We do not carry weaponry. We carry only substantial technological apparatus that enables us to come and go as we please and facilitate all manner of physical healings with certain members of your species.
We first initiated contact with you many years ago. When we say “you,” we mean your group there on the planet, and through trial and error somewhat, we have narrowed down our contact to a few hundred thousand of you. There are many other groups who have contact with many others of you. This contact ranges from full face-to-face encounters, such as the type that you experienced, as well as those to whom we come while they are in altered states of consciousness through meditation or during sleep. You personally will know us as we communicate, because you also feel a very strong energy, which seems to settle over you, while you are receiving.
Our world is grossly under-populated from where you stand, and yet we have a comfortable ratio of beings to our resources, even though those resources are on a vast ship. When we dictate like this through you, we do so as a result of eons of intention between your lineage and ours. We don't pretend that you and your kind feel no resistance at all to us, coming through like this. We understand that you may feel some resistance. When we speak to you, we speak of worlds that are far different from yours, worlds that tear asunder your entrenched ideas of how life must be. To be travelers like we are is akin to your older citizens who take to the road with their motor homes in order to explore the vastness of your country; and we too in our maturity, although we are not in the last years of our life, have taken to the “road” in order to meet neighbors such as you and others, to mentor, and to communicate in order that we too may fulfill our highest destiny.
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