Son of the Morning

The Fourth Kind Seated within the flower of radiance sit seven lords from the space-time above us helping and guiding through infinite wisdom the pathway through time of the children of men. Mighty and strange they veiled with their power, silent all knowing drawing the life force, different and yet one with the Children of Light. —The Emerald Tablets As my journey to enlightenment progressed, I started to have several paranormal experiences. I became aware of this one night when I was watching TV. As I walked the fine line between the state of being awake and asleep, I started to feel a tingling around my face, and I also felt a loud buzzing and heard a faint ringing. At that moment, I knew there was something in my presence, but I never had an experience like that before so I wasn’t sure what to do. I sat there and felt the presence around me, and I thought to myself, “Is this a ghost?” As soon as I thought that contemplation, synchronistically as if by magic, the TV answered me. The movie was playing in perfect timing with the finishing of my thought, and it replied, “We are not ghosts,” which astonished me because it was a definite answer to my question. After that experience, I took a profound interest in extrasensory perception (ESP). I started to study day and night to learn everything I could to help me understand the phenomena I was experiencing. During my time of intensive study, I decided I would go see a psychiatrist at a local American Legion. When I went there, we didn’t talk about things that most war veterans would discuss. Instead we talked about my spiritual experiences I was having, and he took notice that I was carrying a book about ESP. When he noticed, he mentioned to me that I had a gift. He gave me a couple techniques to relax, like the ol’ “putting your worries in a box, putting them on a rocket ship, and sending them to the sun” trick. Then he sent me on my way and told me to come back the following week. As time went on, I kept having more experiences. One night I was just lying in bed half-asleep and half-awake when, all of a sudden, I felt tingling around me, along with buzzing and ringing. I just laid there with my eyes closed as it continued. It went on for about two minutes, and then all of a sudden, it was like I was being lifted up in a rainbow-colored tube of light, sort of like the tunnel you go down at Space Mountain at Disneyland. The frequency was extremely high, and then I don’t remember anything after that. I just woke up in my bed the next morning, thinking it was very peculiar, but of course I had no explanation of what happened. When the next week came, I went to my appointment with my psychiatrist, and when I arrived, I saw a man who was in his mid-fifties in the waiting room. He was talking to someone else, and I noticed him as I was waiting to see the psychiatrist. He approached me and introduced himself, which was unusual of course. He was very informed. He told me that he had been a commander in the navy and he had been on different aircraft carriers and submarines. There was a bar there, so he led me there to sit down and talk to him. The things he was discussing were very out of the ordinary. He mentioned things, like how easy it would be to get a nuke into the United States and all someone would have to do is put it in a boat and row it to shore. He also mentioned that, if it were up to him, he would have the president of Iran assassinated. I wasn’t sure what that was all about at the time, but he did give me his number and told me to call him for lunch sometime, which made it clear that he wanted to talk to me. Around this time, strange events kept happening. One time I noticed a car pull up to the house and start to take pictures. Another time when I went to church, the man who talked to me from the American Legion was there. When I entered the building, they were having service, and he was in there, coincidently talking to someone I knew from high school. He knew I was going to be there. After the service was over, he approached me again and offered me a ride home. I rode home with him, and our conversations were, of course, not the usual discussion. It was all about the military, which was easy to talk about. At the end of the conversation, he made a comment to me nonchalantly about a topic that most people never bring up. He mentioned to me that he had always been interested in aliens. At that time, I had no solid knowledge about extraterrestrials so I could not carry that conversation any further. So we ended the chat there, and I got out of the car to return to my house.