Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Chapter 12
As a result of this hurricane, the organizers of the conference decided to switch the schedule around so that the Gulf Breeze conference was held in the spring the following year, 1996. But, NOT in May. In March. So, even if the Cassiopaeans were picking up something about this specific switch, it was not a bull's eye exactly. Another thing that has happened since that hurricane is that the organizers of the conference broke up their organization and reformed. They no long hold "UFO" conferences, but rather focus on "Metaphysical/New Age" assemblies. So, it may be that there was a mass abduction and mental controls that initiated dissension. But, it would be difficult to make Ufologists any more fragmented and factional than they already were and are! But, getting back to the UFO conference that we learned was going to be held in the Spring, right after we had made the arrangements to take over RC's magazine:
All of the strange elements came together at the UFO conference in the Spring of 1996. And looking back, the answer to my silent question: "Your dreams are valid," was directly related to this event. Not only had I had the dream about getting married immediately after meeting the woman who wanted to transfer her magazine to us, but as soon as that project was underway, I had the vision of Ark's face. At Gulf Breeze, I had another dream, and indeed, the Cassiopaeans were there. Just not the way we expected. One of the main reasons we wanted to go to the Gulf Breeze conference was because of the magazine. It was hoped that it would be an "organ" for the Cassiopaean material since I could really think of no other affordable way to make the material available. We planned to print a thousand copies and take them to the conference with us and give them away with a subscription form attached inside. As you might expect, the events surrounding the work on the magazine, The Aurora Journal, took on a Twilight Zone like quality. The Matrix again went into overdrive to prevent the plan from being brought to fruition. One of the first things I wanted to do was to find a printer who would do a nice job for me at a reasonable cost since I was paying for it out of my own pocket. There was a print shop near the chiropractor I was still seeing three times a week for therapy, and I decided to stop in and find out what my options were and how much I could do myself to keep the costs low. At the same time, I had printed up a large volume of the Cassiopaean material and thought that it might be cheaper to have it copied, so I hauled it in with me. The young lady at the counter quoted me a very reasonable price for the copying but said that she couldn't tell me anything about doing a magazine layout because she was just there in a clerical capacity and I would have to come back. I left my material with an order for three copies, bound in a plastic spine. Several days later I went back to pick up my copies. As the girl was getting them from the back, a woman emerged from the shop area, grinning widely, and said "I THOUGHT that was you I heard out here!" I looked at her blankly because, frankly, I had NO idea who she was! She realized that I didn't recognize her and she said "Pam! You remember! I came to you for hypnosis!" And then I realized who she was! She was the woman I had hypnotized back in 1993 the night the Flying Black Boomerangs were sighted over the three county area. She had been so upset by the idea of an alien abduction lurking in her subconscious that she never came back for any further sessions. I had always wondered what had happened to her since, and it was very curious to find her in this print shop since she had told me back then that she was in real estate. It was even stranger when you consider that I had selected this print shop over any other simply because it was en route between my house and the chiropractor I was seeing every other day as a result of an accident that I was certain was a deliberate attempt on my life by "alien forces." Not only that, I was in the print shop for the very purpose of having copies made of material that related to the events in which Pam had been involved at the very beginning. Further, that I was planning on inquiring about the printing of a magazine that was an offshoot of those same events. I was shocked. She looked like she had aged about 20 years in the almost three years since I had seen her! As it turned out, Pam had recently bought the print shop as a business venture for her kids. She invited me into the back of the shop for coffee and we brought each other up to date on what had been happening in our lives since the "incident" of the UFOs. That event had upset her so badly that she completely retreated into denial and the "normal life" routine. I told her how that event had done just the opposite for me - I had been catapulted into a series of learning experiences that had completely shattered my previous world, and made it seem like I was on a continual roller coaster ride. I told her: "Honey! If you had any idea of the stuff that has happened to me since you were at my house and opened the door to those damned aliens, you would NOT believe it!" And we both laughed. So, we spent an hour or so catching up. Pam was fascinated by the story of how the contact with the Cassiopaeans had developed the year following her hypnosis session and wanted not only to read the material, but to attend a session. It turned out that she was very interested in "mysteries," or so she claimed. It never occurred to me to wonder why she wasn't interested in her own mystery! I was, of course, thinking to myself how serendipitous this was for Pam to own this print shop since it just MIGHT mean that I could get my magazine printed at a really reasonable price. As we talked, Pam began to reveal things about her past that were beyond strange. When she had come to me for hypnosis, she was working in real estate and caring for her retired and dying husband who had been a former government employee. That was basically all she had said at the time. I had never asked her if her husband worked for the post office or any other specific agency, not realizing that it MIGHT be important. NOW she was telling me that he was a physicist who had worked at various government labs, including JPL on the Mars Observer, and had spent most of his time working in an underground laboratory somewhere in Maryland or thereabouts. She was telling me so many things that I found it difficult to assimilate all of it. It was as though, in the years since the door to the idea of "aliens" had been opened in her mind, all sorts of associations had come together. It never occurred to me that this might be "bait" to attract my interest. On top of her husband's work, Pam, herself, had a high security clearance and had spent years working (or so she said) in certain office positions that gave her access to highly sensitive information. Finally I thought I understood why Pam may have been abducted. If her husband was a scientist and she had a security clearance, that might explain it. I shared with her that I had learned that families of government employees generally seem to be abducted more than the average person. She thought this was interesting, but still didn't think that it applied to her specifically. I was pretty excited by all of this. A real, potential witness to weirdness! What a find! We discussed the magazine, finally, and she agreed that if I would come into the shop and physically help assemble it, in addition to having camera ready copy, she would be able to give me a considerable discount. So, I left feeling like the fates were in my corner and all was going to be right. I also thought that this was a BIG opportunity - perhaps the one the Cassiopaeans had mentioned when they had said back in October of the previous year:
My first interpretation of this "opportunity" was the fact that RC wanted to dump her magazine. She did claim to "recognize" me as a connection from her past life, though I can't say that I had similar recognition. A magazine was a "forum." The next interpretation I put on it was that Pam had "instantly" recognized me, but I hadn't recognized her. And having an "inside line" to printing, especially since we were planning a journal, was definitely a "big opportunity" in terms of "creating a forum" one would think. Earlier, I had joined Mike Lindemann's ISCNI forum on AOL and had been invited to "chat" live, online, with his group in a sort of "question and answer" session. I felt sure that this, also, was part of the "forum" and might be the "big opportunity." But, the fact that, in none of these instances had there been "instant recognition" by any of the group, with the others "doubting," still bugged me. What other "big opportunity" could there be? So, it's funny how we "anticipate" things in ways that never quite "fit," and yet how desperate we are to make them true. And this is where we find me in the early months of 1996... moving slowly and inexorably to the threshold of the unknown; my conscious mind fighting tooth and nail against the forces of my own higher self, ignorant of the Predator's mind, ignorant of the Matrix, learning by experience and direct, painful interaction. There was the world of practical events in which this drama manifested; there was the underlying psychological drama, and there was, apparently, another reality - The Theological Reality - from which the energies emanated. And learning to see this other reality and to be able to respond to it with no apparent "proof" seemed to be the big test.
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