The Venusian’s Non-Visit to Missouri (remote viewing)

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Upon meeting The Venusian in Sedona,

and having heard that he

had paranormal abilities

… my mother asked him if he could give her some information about my brother in Missouri about whom she was very concerned. The Venusian, who had not been told anything of my brother, his home, or his condition, acquiesced. He became extraordinarily quiet, then started relating a journey. His words are paraphrased here:

“I am standing on the sidewalk looking at his house. It’s a small cottage. Three steps are near the left end of the porch, which goes across the entire front of the house. The right end of the porch has two rocking chairs. I’m going up the steps and straight across the porch to the door. Now I’m in a small foyer with stairs on the left and the living room on the right. The house is very tidy and clean. Looking toward the back of the house there is a wide opening from the living room into what was meant to be a dining room, but is being used as a bedroom. The kitchen is beyond that.”

All the details were as if he were actually there seeing it.

I don’t have notes concerning what he said about my brother except that he would be okay, and it turned out that he was.

I salute you, Venusian. I miss you.

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UFO’S AND THE VENUSIAN

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There was an exact moment

that marked the change in

our little girl, JJ.

Actually the period of time was probably about thirty seconds. Before that she was a frail child whose survival was constantly in doubt, and after that she was robust and active.

READ MORE ABOUT THE VENUSIAN HERE

At the end of that thirty-second period the Venusian removed his hands from her head saying that it was enough if a healing was happening.  JJ immediately relaxed into sleep and the Venusian’s son, who had come to act as a ground, picked up his lunch box and left for work. The scene became one of friends just enjoying a visit, and we took advantage of the chance to ask him some questions, although we didn’t know what to ask. In the 60’s it was absolutely outlandish to think about meeting a man from another world, and we were completely at a loss.
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He did tell us that he had traveled in a space craft, that it was normal for healings to take place through the touch of his hands, though all trials were not successes, and that he could see things at a distance. We didn’t know enough to ask how.

Oh, the things I would ask if he were still around —

When he finally walked us to our car he said, just before we closed the doors, “Have you ever seen a space ship?”

Well – we said that we hadn’t.

He told us to look off to our left when we dropped off the rim and we would see one.

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It was a lovely clear night and JJ was sleeping peacefully for the first time in ages, so we settled in to enjoy the ride. We forget the Venusian’s remark about a space craft.

Out from Flagstaff on the way to Sedona you come to a spot where the world abruptly drops away as you leave the Mogollon Plateau.  Just as we started to make the turn that took us off the precipice something reminded us to look to our left and we immediately saw a light moving upward and out of sight – a light too fast for a plane, too slow for a shooting star, had a shooting star appeared to be moving upward.

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We don’t know what it was. We can’t rule out some sort of hypnotism.   But we were more than a little open-mouthed, and we still are.

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SEDONA HEALINGS

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In 1967 Hubby had bleeding ulcers. He had to feed them every couple of hours, was miserable, and found it hard to work. A friend, Jen, suggested I go meet with the Ruby Focus group, newly started and located in Sedona. They were the first white people to recognize the Sedona energies. I knew nothing about such things. Nothing at all. When it came time for the healing session we stood in a circle, each with arms crossed in front of himself and holding the hands of the neighbors on either side.

The leader of the group asked who needed help. Sedona was just a little village then and everybody knew everybody, and one of the group said, so-and-so is sick. So we were told to close our eyes and send healing energy to so-and-so. After maybe a minute the leader asked who was next. After doing that about three times, he looked at me and said, “You’re here for your husband. You’ll have to lead this because I don’t know your husband and haven’t been to your home.” (I have since wondered about his saying that, but that’s for another time. Or not.)

I was completely nonplussed, because I had been only going through the motions, not understanding any of it. He said, “OK, just close your eyes, know that we’re sending the energy through you, and just concentrate on your husband receiving it.” So I closed my eyes to make the effort and almost immediately I saw Hubby, in my third eye, which I didn’t know existed before that. His two legs, two arms and head made a radiant, fiery five-pointed star and I shouted, without knowing I was going to, “HE’S HEALED!” It must have sounded like a preacher at a revival meeting. And the leader quietly said, “OK, who’s next?”

Afterwards I was eating pot luck and a member of the group came over and said, “Don’t go home and expect to find your husband healed.” And I said, “But he is.” I don’t know what made me say that, either. He said, “Yes, you saw him healed. But what you saw was his astral body being healed. It will take a while for it to work down to his physical body.” It’s good that he told me because when I got home Hubby was up feeding his ulcer. The next morning I asked him how he was feeling and he said he felt really good and asked for bacon and eggs!!!!! I waited a week to be sure before I told him what had happened that night.
There is a p.s. Our 2-year-old daughter had been born with a serious lung problem. We were instructed to keep fresh penicillin in the refrigerator all the time. Once when her temperature was in the 104-105 range the doctor actually told me to give her four adult aspirin and I actually gave them to her, along with cooling her with water. Shortly after Hubby’s cure, she had a spell, no sleep for anybody for a couple of days. I called the man who had led the group and we drove to his home. He had called his son to act as a ground. I lay her on the couch. His son, shoeless, held her feet while the father put his hands on her head. He broke out in a big sweat and after a minute or so said, “That’s enough. If it’s going to work that will do it.” Our daughter climbed on my lap, went to sleep, and never had another minute’s trouble with the lung problem.

I am delighted that Reiki is now here. Hubby and I now use it together, he being the ground. But back then, we hadn’t heard of anything like Reiki. it was a big mystery.

one more p.s.

The man who led the group and later presided over our daughter’s healing? He claimed to be from Venus! Hey! Is that the planet where the healer, Jerry Wills, says he’s from?

Oh! My! Writing about this brings it into better focus or something. I thought I was grateful before, but this feeling now is almost overwhelming.

Peace.

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