Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Chapter 9
By now the reader may be getting the idea that sometimes the transmissions were like trying to watch television while someone runs the vacuum cleaner (no pun intended!) The degree of interference can vary by the position of the vacuum relative to the television, as well as other factors including the strength of the broadcast signal. So, even though the picture might get very snowy or distorted, the real picture can still be seen and interpreted. The best pictures came when the vacuum was turned off, and Frank practically dozed at the board from boredom. For the most part, when I was off on my cosmic questions, my questions about history and the nature of reality, he practically went to sleep. There is another consideration that would negate the assumption that, just because the material was delivered by Frank in trance, that we ought to just toss it out. As the C's themselves once said when we asked a question about a similar situation:
This now brings us to a particular session, one that was direct channeled via Frank when the entire group was present. This session was one that demonstrated the "superior condescending" attitude so sharply that it is even obvious in the text. Many people have written to ask me if I was sure that we were talking to the C's on this one. However, even though repellant obfuscation and avoidance of the issues by a lot of words that said little was apparent, there was so important a message conveyed in this session that it deserves attention. In this particular case, I don't think it was the C's, and I don't think it was the STS controllers speaking; I think it was a simple matter of Frank tuning into me telepathically, or was acting as the well-pipe, and the information was being drawn directly from my unconscious mind. One thing I do know is that, in retrospect, the way I received the information, and the way I ultimately acted on it, was one of the keys to unlocking the destiny and changing my reality completely. The therapy I was receiving for the injuries sustained in the accident some seven months earlier wasn't helping me very much, to put it briefly. At some point, another X-ray was made by the chiropractor, and he noted a strange shadow that looked like a metal pin linking the 5th and 6th cervical vertebrae together. He referred me to a neurosurgeon who ordered a series of MRIs. On the night before I was scheduled to have these films made, I woke up suddenly, as though I had been thrown off a cliff, my heart pounding, choking and gagging on something thick in my throat. My entire mouth and throat, going deep inside, was in horrible pain. I felt as though my tongue had been torn out by the roots and I was strangling on it. I ran to the bathroom and tried to spit out what was choking me, and it was a big clot of blood. The only explanation I could think of was that I must have bitten my tongue in my sleep. I examined my throat, and it was torn, red and swollen way back in the back, beyond my teeth, slightly to one side of the back of my throat. The bleeding redness extended down into the recesses of my throat where I couldn't see it all. There was no way I could have bitten myself there! When I tried to wake my husband up to help me, I was unable to rouse him, and he had ALWAYS been a light sleeper. This disturbed me very much. My throat and the side of my face swelled up and stayed swollen for over a week and I had difficulty eating and talking, much less swallowing. The bottom line was: whatever had been seen by the chiropractor on the X-rays was no longer there. But I did have a bulging disk that was pressing on the spinal cord and the neurologist felt that this was the source of most of the pain. He wanted me to see a surgeon. The films were sent over and I was given an appointment. Surgery was not the best option because I have a congenitally narrow spinal canal. But the same thing that made surgery problematical, made it likely that I would suffer constant pain and occasional paralysis for the rest of my life. What was more, with the vagaries of spinal impingement, it was hard to tell where I was going to hurt or experience the paralysis from one day to the next. Having suffered so much pain for so long, I was rather depressed by this news. I mean, what else can go wrong? The attorneys for the fellow who hit me wanted my MRI's to send out for a second opinion, but they had "disappeared." All the efforts of two doctor's staffs as well as the staff at the medical center where they were taken, were unable to produce them. It was a big mystery. The staff at the MRI unit were so upset that they undertook to do hand searches in relays to try and find them. They were under a LOT of pressure to find them because, otherwise, they had to do them over again without charge, and it was a very expensive set of films. After almost two weeks of searching, the MRI staff finally admitted defeat. I was scheduled to come in to have another set made. The night before the new pictures were to be made, I was worried about being able to go to sleep due to the strange events surrounding the loss of my films as well as other matters. After lying down, I was just trying to be still and calm down the pain, knowing I wasn't going to be able to go to sleep. I was right in the middle of puzzling over those blasted MRI's, when the next thing I knew there was a sort of momentary "blank-spot" and I came to myself, only to discover that I was being floated out of bed, feet first, by 3 or 4 spidery creatures who had me by the ankle and were "pulling" on me. I was struggling and resisting and apparently had been doing so even while asleep because I found that my paralyzed arm was extended up over my head and was locked on the brass headboard in a "deathgrip" and the bed was shaking and bouncing with the efforts of my resistance. It was virtually a tug of war and I wasn't going to let go! I looked at them and the creepy little spider guys realized that I had awakened. One of them put its hand on my head and I felt a paralysis coming over me. I became very angry. I wanted to curse them. But it was impossible to resist this paralysis and that made me even madder! I was determined that, even if they had technology that could overcome all of my efforts of resistance, that at least I would give them a piece of my mind! I was going to have my say! With enormous concentration, I was able to utter a strangled sound. It was not the defiant curse I was working on in my head, but anything was progress against the "frozen" sensation of my entire body. And, it had a startling effect! As soon as I uttered this incomprehensible, cave person type sound, they dropped me like a hot potato and began sort of flitting and chattering like a nest of birds with a cat climbing the tree. They huddled together and sort of melted into a "shimmery" curtain thing alongside my bed. It was much like the mirage effect one sees on the road ahead when driving on a hot day. My heart was pounding from real exertion. I can't say that I was terrified because such a thing is beyond terror. And, I have always been a person who acts cleanly and efficiently in a crisis, so this was no different in that respect. What had been most useful was that I had the information from the Cassiopaeans because that certainly had a lot to do with not feeling terrified which is more often a reaction to the unknown. At least, to some extent, I had an idea of what I was dealing with, even if I preferred to believe that it had been a hypnogogic nightmare. At one point, while I was fighting them, while the bed seemed to be bouncing and jerking, I was very conscious that it was not waking my husband up, and after the creatures had melted away, when I had turned to work at peeling my paralyzed hand away from the headboard, I was startled to see and feel three distinct, wave-like shudders pass through his body starting from the head and moving down. After the third one, he took a deep breath, and began to snore suddenly and loudly as though he started right in mid-snore. What was troubling me was that he was not been moving at all, not even to breathe! It struck me with horror that he seemed to have been "turned off" in order to prevent his intervention! That he COULD be turned off scared me half to death! I had NO protection at all! Not only that, when I tried to tell him what had happened, he thought I was imagining it. I can assure you, it was NOT Imagination, though it may indeed have occurred in a hyperdimensional reality, and had not been a material event as we understand them. As I lay there, trying to figure out whether the event had really happened, or if it had just been in my own head, I realized that the evidence that something had happened was that my partially paralyzed left hand was holding the headboard. Heck, I couldn't even lift that arm, much less hold anything with my left hand. And that I had been gripping and struggling for some time was pretty certain because of the way the hand refused to come open. I lay there trying to figure out what the heck had happened, while cradling my arm that was still screaming in pain and jerking spasmodically. What was more, I couldn't understand how how my ex-husband could have slept through all of that rather violent struggle! I was pretty sure that, even if nothing had been physically manifested in the room, that at least I had been struggling. I got out of the bed and sat up the rest of the night in a recliner, thinking and smoking. Early in the morning, the girl from the test center called, and in a shaking voice, told me that when she had come in that morning, my file with all films intact, was on the reception desk. No one admitted to finding it and placing it there, and she had been the last one to leave the office the night before, and the first in the office that morning and had unlocked the doors herself. It was a mystery that has never been explained.
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