One of the skills of the human ambassadors for the Tall White Beings from the Hidden City is that they are adept at hearing people’s thoughts . . . often referred to as mind reading. I am told that it’s a skill humans have that has been suppressed. In my books, the Beneath and Beyond series, we find Althea and Tashi using it in all sorts of situations. Whether or not a person feels that this “mind reading” is an invasion of privacy is an ethical call by the individual. My experience is that people who fear it have something to hide and aren’t ethical to begin with. If you can, imagine how different the world would be if people were most careful about what thoughts they allowed as they are about what they actually verbalized.
In all three “Beneath and Beyond” books, The Hidden City, The Thunderbirds and El Diablo, I show the ambassadors using their telepathic skills to help people. Now I will relate to you as an example where I have personally used my ability to connect with someone mind to mind. I have already told you about what help it was for me when ordering at a foreign restaurant where the waiters spoke no English. The following story is closer to home and extremely personal.
The Tall White Beings have been with me for years now and I have told their story through my books. The fourth book is to be published soon. They have taught me so much that three books is a mere tip of the iceberg of the universal knowledge they have shared with me. Although I am a human with relatively slow learner human abilities, they have shown me that the more open I am, the more that is available to me. They have also proven to me that the more I share, the more the new knowledge and abilities will come to me.
Since meeting them, I have witnessed one ‘miracle’ after another. Many of these ‘miracles’ I have had my characters in my books perform. All of which are actual experiences I have either done or seen others do. None are fantasy, as the book publishers want to label the genre that this sort of writing should fall under.
It was June in Peru, South America but at 8000 feet after the sun went down it was cold. That night half of our group was staying at the Inn up on the mountain, called Machu Picchu by the ruins. We were staying in the town of Aquas Calientes located on the Urubamba River, which is located directly below Machu Picchu.
We were in a quaint rustic cabin built around a large boulder, which was sitting in the middle of the room. The back wall of the room was the granite side of the mountain that it nestled up to. It was isolated and really quite romantic.
In this remote part of Peru electricity is a premium so after 10 o’clock at night all of it is turned off. No heat. That is why everyone goes to bed at ten. Bill and I read some until the bed warmed and then fell fast asleep after a strenuous day of climbing ruins at a very high altitude.
It was 3 o’clock in the morning when I awoke with a start, feeling a presence in the room. Before I could reach for a flashlight on the nightstand, the whole room lit up with a blue white glow. There standing next to my side of the bed was a tall white being who was at least 8 feet. He was almost translucent like a cloud. He did have some form similar to a human clothed in a flowing white nightgown.
Claudette at 14,000 feet with freezing temperatures
“Sure there’s a hidden city below this lake they call Lake Titicaca? How do they know? Has anyone ever dived down to see? And another thing, how exactly do they know where it is located? This lake spans two countries.” These were all questions that I put to my friend who was with me on the putt-putt boat we were on, heading to some mysterious coordinate on the lake.
Bill just grinned at me and said, “Astral travel down and see.”
Surprised by his calm reaction, I decided to do just that. I had gotten quite good at such travel over the years so doing so took very little preparation or effort. Before I knew it there I was in a city like no city I had ever seen, at least not in this lifetime. A being spoke to me and seemed not surprised to see me. I asked the being questions. “Why is this city here and where did its inhabitants come from? How will our boat people know when we are over this city? Finally, I wanted to know if I could visit this city in my human body?”
As adults all of us want to believe we have done a commendable job educating our young either as parents, schoolteachers priests or ministers. If the child does not fall into the accepted behavior mode of society, we tend to judge the job we did as a failure. This parental self-evaluation occurred in me when, recently, my twenty-seven year old daughter, Diane, pointed out that I had neglected an important part of her childhood education.
When I asked her what I had failed to teach her, she told me the following. “Mom, you were open with us about most everything. You taught my sister and me about sex and loving ourselves. You taught us that we are responsible for our own actions. You taught us not to lie even to ourselves. You taught us about the harm drugs and alcohol does to our bodies. But, the one thing you never taught us was about death.”
Often in our lives we meet people who seem familiar. We search our memory for a key to where we have met them before. Sometimes we even “accidentally” refer to them by a different name excusing the mistake with some comment like, “I’m not very good with remembering names”.
I have had many of these experiences with various people. While talking to a friend one day, I suddenly saw him in a different body in another time. The mental movie lasted for several minutes.
Prior to my mental movie starting, I had been irritated with something he had said. Until that lapse into what many call a past life regression where he and I had experienced a similar scenario to the present one, I did not fully understand why I felt so irritated with him. Once I saw I was repeating the same reaction as I had in that other life, I was able to change it. Doing so turned out to be for the betterment of all. By the way, that particular past life scenario ended tragically for everyone especially me.
One of the biggest fears mankind has is what happens when I die? Where do I go? Religious leaders have used these questions to control people through history. Many legends and myths are based on different cultures’ answers to this feared mystery.
The following is a true story told to me. I hope it will help many of you who have lost a loved one to find peace and love after their transition.
The drapes were pulled, the door closed. Just enough light seeped under the door for me to see my father, now a shadow of himself, lying still in the hospital bed. He had been like this since his massive stroke four days ago. The doctors told me there was no hope for recovery. According to all the tests, he was paralyzed and brain dead.