Interview with Rayelan Allan
By Theresa de Veto
The following is an exclusive interview conducted with Rayelan Allan, Founder/ Editor of The Rumor Mill News Agency, a web-based news magazine that was started by and for government whistle-blowers. http://www.rumormillnews.com
At one point in her life, Rayelan was part of the New Age community and believed she had been chosen to receive channeled messages from the star system Sirius. After a strange set of circumstances, she found herself married to a Naval Officer who, at the time, was also the number 3 man in the CIA. From him, she learned that the channeled voices were originating from a more earthly source. . .namely the Office of Naval Intelligence.
Through a bizarre journey that included a trip to Austria where her husband revealed that not only was he a Knight Templar but that the messages that had been transmitted to her in these “channeling” sessions came from ancient manuscripts the Templars had retrieved from King Solomon’s Temple during the middle ages. Rayelan discovered that many New Age channels are receiving messages in the same way she received them, via modern technology. She also learned that there are several competing factions involved in these transmissions.
Rayelan’s amazing story will take you beyond the world of channeling, into the covert side of the U.S. Intelligence world, the New World Order, alien technology and more!
This interview was conducted via email over a period of months by Theresa de Veto Founder/Editor of the web magazine Surfing The Apocalypse–on the internet: http://www.surfingtheapocalypse.com.
The views expressed here are not necessarily the views of Surfing The Apocalypse or the interviewer.
THE INTERVIEW
Q: Rayelan, most people who know you know you as the publisher of Rumor Mill News, one of the most respected of the Internet alternative e-magazines. You were the wife of the CIA operative who was dubbed “The October Surprise Pilot”, and you are the author of a book on the death of Princess Diana.
Your public image is that of a researcher and writer who is trying to alert people to the danger they face from a group of powerful people who believe in a One World Government. You are also the one who has introduced the concept of Two Factions that are vying for control of the world.
But there is much more to Rayelan Allan than the side you present in Rumor Mill News. You were successful and well known long before you married CIA operative, Gunther Russbacher. You traveled the United States giving workshops and private sessions. You lectured at the United Nations. You were active in politics and were considering going to work for a Senator on Capitol Hill.
I would like to explore some of the other aspects of your life. One of the most fascinating to me is your book, The Obergon Chronicles. I would like to begin with it.
Q: What are The Obergon Chronicles?
A: The Obergon Chronicles are a series of biographical stories about beings from the star system Sirius who came to earth.
Q: Where did the Chronicles come from?
A: I “channeled” them, in the same way New Age Channels bring through their information.
Q: Who were these “beings” from Sirius, and why did they come to earth?
A: It is my belief that many humans carry the souls from Obergon. They came to earth because their home planets (Obergon was the ruling planet) were destroyed when their sun, (also named Obergon) became a red giant. The beings were not finished with their lessons on the material plane when their worlds were destroyed.
The elder brothers and sisters were sent out to prepare a new planet which would become a “school” for the younger souls. This new planet was Terra…. Earth. The Obergon Chronicles are the stories of the misadventures these older brothers and sisters had while trying to fulfill their missions and create a planet that was suitable for the continuation of lessons by the Children of Obergon.
The stories that make up the Obergon Chronicles not only deal with the difficulties involved in preparing a new planet to receive a new class of students, but they deal with personality traits such as vanity and lack of compassion. The stories are focused on certain main characters who appear to represent the archetypes found in all sentient life. The seven deadly sins and the seven virtues are presented, but the stories don’t use a sledgehammer approach to pound home their point. If anything, the stories are told in the same way an onion is peeled.
Each story makes the reader’s mind expand to the point that the reader is able to take on new concepts. In the dedication, it says that the Obergon Chronicles are dedicated to the Children of Obergon.
The stories that are included in “The Obergon Chronicles” mainly deal with four characters. Atalon and Raelon are two souls that were created as an experiment. Their father, Odon, was trying to create a Super soul. At some time in the future, Atalon and Raelon will join together for a mission that only a Super soul can perform. The other two characters are Shalma and Xanos. They are one soul that has split into two souls so it could very quickly complete its lessons in the material world and gain the knowledge it needed to perform its primary mission on the planet Terra.
There are many other minor characters in these first stories. Bits and pieces of their stories were “dictated” to me, but I have never taken the time to piece them together. These minor characters each have stories of their own that will make additional books.
Q: How did you come to write the Obergon Chronicles?
A: I had no choice. I know this sounds funny, but it is the truth! I was racing to get to an appointment in Los Angeles. I had just sold a short fantasy book to Disney and I was on my way to sign the contract. I was rushing to get out the door and into my car. The drive from my house to Los Angeles was about six hours, and I had a 5PM appointment.
I had been “receiving” messages from “outside” my own consciousness for about three years. “Channeling” is what the New Age movement calls the phenomena. The messages I was hearing were dictated to me by a man’s voice. At the time I was receiving these messages I genuinely thought I was a New Age Channel who was receiving messages from an assortment of ascended masters.
That day, as I was racing to get out of the house and into my car, the voice of my regular “teacher” i.e. spirit guide, said, “Sit down, we need you to take some dictation.”
I protested saying that I would miss my appointment. The voice became so loud and persistent that there was really nothing I could do but sit down and “take dictation”. Two stories were “dictated” at this time. The first story in the Obergon Chronicles, “Atalon and Shalma” was dictated, and “The Story of White Eagle” was dictated. At the time, I did not realize the two were related. They are completely different, but they illustrate lessons the Children of Obergon need to understand.
Q: How did you feel about it when you first began to hear this voice? Did you think it was time to see a psychiatrist?
A: In the late 70’s, when I began to hear voices, I had just graduated with a BA in psychology. When I first heard the voices, I believed I was manifesting all the symptoms of schizophrenia or multiple personalities. I didn’t want to tell anyone about it, and yet I knew I needed to talk to someone. I called a psychiatrist and told him I was “depressed”, and made an appointment. After several appointments, the psychiatrist told me that nothing was wrong with me and I was simply “opening up” spiritually.
At the time, I did not question this, I just thought that I had been lucky enough to find the “one” enlightened psychiatrist in the area. Now I wonder if the “psychiatrist” I called was working for the government!
He told me about a healing circle that met in Carmel, California, a few miles from my home. Dorie D’Angelo, the Angel Healer of Carmel was the leader of the group. I began attending Dorie’s healing circle on a weekly basis. Through the people I met at the group, I realized there was a whole world I never knew existed. The people who attended these circles did things and talked about things that I had never even imagined.
Q: What made you think you were a “new-age channel?”
A: I met a woman at the healing circle who channeled a being who gave people advice, sort of a cosmic Ann Landers. She volunteered to help me understand what was happening to me. After working with her and her spirit guide for a few weeks, I came to believe that the voices in my head were part of a burgeoning phenomena that was soon to be called “channeling”.
On the advice of the friends I met through the healing circle, I started taking a Yoga class. I also studied nutrition, meditation, healing, spiritual awakening and a whole array of things that are now labeled “New Age.” I mention the “New Age” label only because at the time I got into all of this, the term had not been created. The term “New Age” arrived at about the same time Shirley Maclaine came along. At the time I stumbled into this world, it was called simply, “Walking the Spiritual Path.” Most of us who had been “walking the path” felt that Shirley Maclaine’s approach to spiritual truths was like instant oatmeal; it filled you up, but lacked the real nutrition.
You asked if I felt I was going crazy? The answer is yes. Even through a psychiatrist had certified me “sane” and assured me I was only “opening up” spiritually, at home and in my social life, I was surrounded by physicists and their wives who would have thought I was insane if I had told them what was happening to me. Because I was married to a physicist and understood his mindset, I knew there was no way that any of our colleagues could understand what I was going through. I knew if I opened up and said anything about my spiritual path, it would cause problems for me and my husband.
The world we lived in was so different from the way things are today; that I can barely believe it was only 25 years ago. I would like to take a moment to try to paint a picture of the world I was living in when I began hearing the voices.
In 1975, when I became the wife of the Chairman of the Physics Department at the Naval Postgraduate School, the military tradition and formalities were still grounded in the 1950’s. The Postgraduate School is where members of the military go to get Master’s degrees and PhD’s. It is the graduate division for all the military academies.
The culture of the School was anchored to the formal military way of life. The formality had been fading ever since the Viet Nam war, but when I got there in the mid 70’s, it was far from gone. I was told by the other wives that I HAD to join the Faculty Wives Club and eventually I had to head it. The woman who led me through the paces, and taught me what I had to do to fulfill my duties as a Chairman’s wife, was the wife of a retired chairman. She invited me to a “wives luncheon”. She told me that the women “dressed” for these luncheons. I had no idea what she meant by the term, “dressed”. As I walked into the luncheon, I felt I had stepped back into a world of southern elegance and gentility.
Having been a Haight Ashbury hippie seven years earlier, the change was like night and day. I quickly learned that my wardrobe did not fit in. My platform shoes and mini shirts had to go. I replaced them with afternoon “tea suits”, sensible pumps and gloves. I was part of a world I didn’t understand, and I was sure they wouldn’t understand the “Spiritual Path”.
I made the decision not to discuss the things I was learning in my classes and through books with any of the faculty members or their wives… this included my husband. Because of this decision, I began living a double life. During the day, while my husband was at work, I read, attended classes and had friends over for tea and talk.
In the evening, we had social commitments, and I became the perfect hostess and wife. When my husband was promoted to Dean of Science and Engineering, our social engagements increased. As the wife of a Dean, I was expected to do a lot of entertaining. I often had a house filled with heads of the military academies, scientists from Los Alamos, high level Washington bureaucrats, Admirals, Captains, Congressmen and Ambassadors. Talking about my life on the spiritual path was something I wouldn’t even have considered doing at these parties.
At the time, I was not interested in politics, the military, government or any of the things that fascinate me now. I learned to be a good cocktail conversationalist. It is surprising the things you can at learn at “cocktail parties”. Can you imagine what I could have learned if I had asked the right questions, rather than just listened.
Q: You state that “the messages were dictated to me by a man’s voice.” Was this voice “inside your head,” or was it as if someone was in the room speaking to you?
A: The first time it happened, I really thought someone was in the room with me. I began hearing the voices during one of the only times in my life that I was not working outside the house or going to school. The only thing I HAD to do each morning was feed my white cat and our three-legged German Shepherd. One morning, as I walked past the dining room table on the way to feed the animals, I thought I heard something. I looked to see if the radio was on, or if my husband had come home. There was no one around and the radio and TV were not on, so I figured it was something outside. I fed the cat and dog and started to walk back to the bedroom.
The dining room table was in front of a wall of windows. The picture windows looked out over a forest. There were no curtains or blinds on the windows. The view of the forest was completely unobstructed. As I passed the dining room table, on my way back to the bedroom, I heard the voice again, this time more clearly.
“Get a pen and paper,” it said. “We’re going to teach you how to take dictation.” I looked around because the voice was so loud and clear I really thought someone was in the room with me. In other words, the voice WAS NOT in my head. It appeared as if it was coming from somewhere in the house. I didn’t know what to do, so I followed orders and picked up a pencil.
The voice spoke again, “I said, get a pen.” I could hear annoyance in his voice as he explained further. “A pencil makes too much noise, it will distract you. Get a pen.”
“Oh my God”, I thought, “Not only am I hearing voices, but the voices can SEE me.” I put down the pencil and picked up a pen. I sat down at the table and pulled a white note pad to me.
The voice explained further, “A white pad will reflect too much light. While you are learning to take dictation, the fewer distractions you have, the better. Use a yellow legal pad.”
There was a yellow legal pad on the table. I picked it up and positioned my pen to begin taking dictation.
The voice began, “My name is Isham, I am here with Candor. We are not dead. We are communicating with you using a form of enhanced telepathy. Our job is to teach you how to get out of the way so your own thoughts don’t interfere with the dictation and distort the meaning. Once we are sure you can do this, we will introduce you to your first teacher.”
Isham told me that I was to meet with him for a half hour every morning between 8 and 8:30am. Isham taught me how to get my own thoughts out of the way so I did not add my own thoughts to the information that was coming through. He then passed me onto my first teacher whose name was Nyster -(pronounced like “mister”). Nyster had an English accent and was charming. He acted in the capacity of teacher, counselor and healer.
I soon loved Nyster as much as I could love anyone. He was my best friend, as well as my teacher. I studied with him for about two years… maybe longer. Nyster helped me emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually. When he told me that he had done everything he could for me and he was going to pass me over to my new teacher, I was heartbroken. I felt I had lost my best friend.
I thought nothing could be worse than losing Nyster, but for a while it did get worse. The new teacher was nothing at all like Nyster. He was an arrogant and brash Irishman named Shamus, who was neither gentle NOR kind. He did not teach through gentleness and love. He taught using jokes, personal attacks and ridicule. He went against everything that I had learned about the spiritual path. He wasn’t a saint, he was a rogue, and he was proud of it!!!
It took a while, but I eventually got used to him and realized that he was preparing me for work in a world that behaved just like he did. He was trying to “toughen” me up, so I wouldn’t collapse in a “sea of tears” the first time I was attacked. Once I discovered that he wanted me to take my messages to a world of men and women who behaved just like he did, I understood what he was doing. I eventually came to love him as much as I loved Nyster. Unlike Nyster, Shamus was able to bring in “guest teachers” from “higher planes”. It was some of these “guest teachers” who “transmitted” the Obergon Chronicles to me.
Q: How long were you able to live this “double life,” and what happened to change things?
A: I lived the “double life” from the time I started receiving the messages until 1985 . . about six years. The reason things changed is I had a near death experience which changed my life forever.
In January of 1984, I came down with viral meningitis. I lay in bed for two days with a headache that was so bad I could not even move. My husband finally took me to the emergency room. The ER doctor examined me and called in a neurologist who did a spinal tap.
I can remember lying by myself in a dark room listening to the doctor and my husband, who were in the hall, talk about me. The doctor told my husband I had viral meningitis. At that time there was nothing that could be done. The doctor was very matter of fact. He told my husband, “Take her home. She’ll either die or get well.”
I was given pain pills, which allowed me to sleep. One night, during my long recovery period, I was awakened by a voice
“It is time. It is time!” The voice said. Thinking it was the television, I ignored it. Then with more emphasis, the voice said again, “IT IS TIME!”
I looked in the direction of my closet, because the voice seemed to be coming from there. Instead of seeing my closet doors, I saw a scientific laboratory filled with students and a teacher. Everyone was staring at me, waiting for me to join them, so the class could begin.
As I took my seat on a stool at one of the experiment tables, the instructor announced that today we were going to be studying the holographic nature of the universe. He explained that everything in the universe carries with it the memory of everything that it has ever been or done… from the beginning of time. Each atom carries the part of universal history that it has experienced. From the interaction with all other atoms, due to close proximity and transference, all atoms can become a hologram of the entire universe.
He said that the very atoms that make up a person’s body are chosen by the soul to help the soul successfully accomplish what it came to earth to do.
The instructor moved on from atoms and talked about how DNA is formed and how DNA carries the history of every ancestor and everything thing the ancestor had experienced up until the moment the DNA was passed on to the fetus.
The instructor quickly changed subjects again and said, “The cells of your body carry with them the memory of everything, good or bad, that YOU have lived through in this life. Past trauma is re-lived over and over again because the cells are still holding on to the “energetic emotional charge” that created the memory of the incident. The past trauma becomes a millstone which keeps you bound down and incapable of reaching your potential. As a result, you are incapable of fulfilling the life plan you chose to fulfill, prior to incarnating. The traumatic memories will trigger over and over, and will continue to do so until the cellular memory is cleared.
The instructor approached me, closed his eyes, and bowed his head. He inhaled a long slow deep breath, held it for a moment and then forcefully exhaled in my direction. I felt a bolt of energy enter my body. In the moment of exhalation, the instructor imparted to me the knowledge that I now “knew” the secret of activating cellular memories and clearing them out of the body.
I also received information that my “class on earth” was nearing its graduation, but before they could graduate and leave the material plane, they needed to get rid of their excess baggage, the traumatic and painful memories that are stored at a cellular level. After the teacher imparted my lessons, I knew the process was inside me and it would rise to the conscious mind as I cleared my own cellular memories and got rid of my own emotional baggage.
The transfer of information from the instructor to me took only a moment. The instructor went from student to student, passing on to each of them their new gift. Then the instructor said that he was going to show the class what each level of the clearing process felt like. He started with the cells of the body.
I felt a hand on my head. I assumed it was the instructor. I had always hated to have the top of my head touched. Whenever anyone touched me in this way, even the ministers who blessed me, I would panic and fight to get the hand off my head. Suddenly all the old feelings of panic and fear returned.
The terror of this event was still stored in the cellular memory of my body. The hand on my head was causing me to relive the original event. I felt claustrophobic. I felt panic. I was unable to breathe. I felt I was dying.
“Breathe through it.” I heard the instructor say. “You are fine, you are safe, you are protected. Breathe, and let it go.” I did as I was told. With each breath, I faced the fear. Finally I knew I had released the trauma, not just from the moment, but from the past as well.
For an instant I became a child again. But this time I was not “trapped” in the wood box. I was in the wood box because I was playing a game with my brother. As I released the painful memories, which were trapped in the physical cells of my body, I was also able to rewrite my personal history and undo the damage.
Opening my eyes, I saw the other students were breathing in the same long slow continuous manner. It appeared each one of them had just relived a traumatic experience, as I had done.
The instructor then said, “Now I am going to show you what it is like to remember something from your DNA.” Once more he closed his eyes and inhaled. As he exhaled, suddenly I was standing in the woods watching my father split a log with a wedge and a sledge hammer. I was holding a baby boy in my arms. My father was in his early twenties. Suddenly something flew up from the log and struck me in the lip. I began bleeding all over myself and the baby.
My father looked up and saw what had happened. He had tears in his eyes. “Honey, I am so sorry. I am so sorry.” He pulled a piece of steel from my upper lip and pressed a cloth to my lip to stop the bleeding. Part of the wedge had broken off, flew up, and struck me in my upper lip. Then my father put his arm around me, took the baby and walked me back to the cabin. I had never seen the cabin before, but it looked familiar, like a picture in the family album.
My father called me by my mother’s name. I realized that I was reliving one of my mother’s memories. Then I remembered the scar on my mother’s upper lip. I had just experienced a DNA memory of something that happened before I was born. The baby boy was my older brother. The cabin was one my parents had lived in when they were first married. The incident had happened 10 years before I was conceived. I later asked my mother how she got the scar on her lip. It had happened exactly as I had experienced it.
I could tell by the expressions on the faces of the other students that they had also relived a similar DNA memory.
The instructor then stood in front of the class and said, “Now I am going to show you how it feels to access the memories of the stars.” He instructed the class to place their index finger over their heart. He told them to press down with their fingernail until they could feel the pressure in one small spot.
“Draw all of your consciousness into this area,” he said, “Begin to breathe the long, slow connected breath. This is your heart chakra; it is the center of your body. It is the place where Father-God and Mother- Earth meet in love. Father-God is spirit, Mother-Earth is his opposite, she is material. He is without form, She is with form. Humans were created in the image of their Father and their Mother. A human carries the spirit of their Father and they wear the material body of their Mother. When a human comes into a perfect state of balance the energies of the Father and the Mother can meet in the heart chakra. Remember to breathe, breathe slowly and continuously.
“The Mother’s energy is red. She enters into the balanced physical body through the base chakra. The Father’s energy is white. He enters the body through the crown chakra. There are seven chakras. Mother and Father each travel through three chakras and meet in the center on the human body… the heart chakra. When this happens to a human, mystics and psychics see the heart chakra radiating a beautiful pink aura. Mother and Father are communing in love.
“Continue drawing all of your energy into the space beneath your fingernail. Choose one cell and go deep inside of it. Remember to breathe. Focus all your attention on that one cell. See yourself going into the cell. Breathe…. Now pick an atom and place your consciousness inside the atom.”
The instructor had barely finished his sentence when I felt a loud roaring sound. It sounded like a jet engine. Everything went black. I felt like I was traveling at the speed of light inside a tunnel. Suddenly I broke free of the darkness and found myself sailing through space. The stars were beautiful. I was joyously happy. I sailed through space as if I were a small plane.
I did flips and dives and barrel rolls. I swooped down on a planet and saw beautiful deer like creatures bounding over tall grass which resembled wheat. I sailed in closer for a better look. Suddenly I found myself in the body of one of the deer creatures. I felt its joy and happiness as it ran side by side with its mate, leaping and bounding over the tall grass like two dancers performing an intricate ballet. I felt the intelligence and the love of these creatures. They were not dumb animals, they had souls and feelings and thoughts very much like mine. They were on the planet developing their ability to think and reason. The male deer was a mathematician; the female was a philosopher who told me she was going to be a famous Greek playwright.
The stars called me again and I left the body of the deer people. I again sailed through the universe. I was headed for my home which I knew was near Sirius. I was racing home because I longed with all my heart to be back with my Father and my family. But the joy of being out of body and free to wander the universe was overwhelming. I was exhilarated with my newly found gift of flight. Instead of making a Beeline for home, I played in the universe. I circled and swooped down on several more planets.
After a while, the thought of going home once again filled me with joy. I stopped visiting other planets and started home, sailing through space doing flips and rolls and thoroughly enjoying the freedom that being out of body gave me. Suddenly a huge white wall appeared in front of me, blocking my path. I skidded to a stop to keep from crashing into the white wall. I sailed to the right, but the wall was still there. I sailed to the left, but I could not get past the wall. I stopped and stared at it.
The white wall wasn’t a wall. It was on off white roughly woven robe which was like a cross between burlap and light weight canvas. At the bottom of the robe were two very large feet wearing dark brown sandals. I suddenly realized that the being in the robe had his hand on my head keeping me from going anywhere. I heard his words inside my head,
“Where are you going in such a hurry?”
“I’m going home,” I replied.
“You haven’t even started your work on earth. Turn around and look at your home world. You have the secret of preparing your fellow students for their next evolutionary leap. Without your presence, your piece of the puzzle will be lost and the entire evolutionary experiment could fail.”
I looked back at earth. I saw the planet ringed in a brown haze. The haze was the anger, hatred, rage, perversions, wars, and man’s inhumanity to his fellow man. I shuddered and said silently, “Thank God I am out of there. I won’t go back. I don’t want to go back.”
It appeared as if the being in the white robe had heard my thoughts.
“How is your husband going to feel when he wakes up in the morning and finds your dead body in bed next to him?”
Suddenly I could see into my bedroom. I saw my husband and in the next instant I was back in bed next to him. I hit with a jolt. I was wide-awake and filled with more energy than I had in months. I got out of bed and wrote down what had just happened.
I began to regain my strength, but I was still very weak. I still had to spend many hours in bed. I used the time to practice the breathing technique the teacher taught us. As I breathed I felt different sensations arising in different parts of my body. Sometimes the sensation was very slow to leave. In these cases I channeled energy into the area. I noted that when I did this, the sensation quickly went away.
Sometimes I went into the memory that was attached to the sensation. Other times I simply experienced the sensation without looking deeper to find out what was behind it. I soon discovered that the sensations were like little cans of garbage. I could toss out the can without going through the garbage and re-experiencing it, or I could choose to go through the garbage and feel all the pain once again. I quickly decided that it was easier and faster just to dump the can without going through the garbage.
By April, I had recovered. When I got out of bed, I knew something had changed. I went from my deathbed to a hectic schedule. I had never been interested in politics or city government. Now I found myself on an adjunct planning committee for the city of Monterey. In addition to this, I accepted a job as fund raiser for a non profit heritage organization. I became the assistant editor for the newsletter of the local woman’s Democratic club. Then I became the media coordinator for Senator Gary Hart’s 1984 presidential campaign. I had never been interested in politics before my near death experience.
At this same time, I began experimenting with the new clearing process I had learned in the near death experience. I was experimenting with music to balance the chakras, and breath to clear the stored memories. I invited a group of friends to join me and learn the method as a group. I also was doing private sessions on an experimental basis with a select group of volunteers.
By 1985, a friend and I were conducting Activated Cellular Memory (ACM) workshops, that is what I named the clearing process. In 1987 I began to travel throughout the United States giving private and group sessions. The feedback from people who attended the workshops was incredible. Almost 98% of my students were able to release themselves from their bodies and travel through the universe as I had done. Each of them brought back valuable lessons from their journeys. They were also able to let go of much of the emotional garbage that had been trapped in their cells. Several women who had been in therapy for years told me that one session with me cut straight to the root of their problems and they were able to let go of the trauma.
Q: It is clear that you continued on your spiritual path, did you also continue on the political path?
A: Yes, I did. For a while I worked within the normal political organizations. Then I met a woman named Barbara Honegger. Barbara had worked in the 1980 Reagan campaign. When Reagan was elected she moved to Washington and took a job in the West Wing of the White House. She was the woman who was doing the research for implementing Reagan’s alternative to the Equal Rights Amendment.
In 1983, Barbara realized that Ronald Reagan had no intention of ever implementing his ERA Alternative. She was extremely disillusioned because she genuinely believed in what she was doing. It took a great deal of courage for Barbara to resign her position in the Reagan White House and to publish her letter of resignation in the Washington Post. She was in the headlines for weeks. The National Organization of Women (NOW), picked her up and made her into a celebrity. The only thing that took her out of the headlines was the shoot down of Korean Airliner 007 by the Soviet Union.
Unknown to me, Barbara was from my area. When I saw a letter from her, to the editor of our local newspaper, I picked up the phone and called the only Honegger in the phone book. It turned out to be her mother’s house, but Barbara was there and answered the phone. I was producing a radio show at the time and asked her to be a guest.
We became friends immediately and worked on a number of projects together. In 1984, Barbara had been the women’s coordinator for the Jesse Jackson campaign. I had worked for Gary Hart. Both our candidates lost to Walter Mondale. Neither of us could support Mondale, so we batted around ideas of what we could do during this election year.
Barbara had evidence that the Reagan Campaign had stolen Jimmy Carter’s debate briefing books and had used them to get an advantage over Carter during the debates. She even had photographs of the Carter Debate Briefing books lying on a table in the garage where the Reagan campaign team was preparing for the debate. She spent a few weeks putting together this research and writing an article. In those days, there was no place to publish articles like this. I don’t know if it was ever published.
After she finished with this project, she and I discussed Reagan’s Armageddon beliefs. It was 1984, and we both believed that Ronald Reagan was thoroughly in the grip of Christian Armageddonists who believed that the Biblical prophecy of Armageddon had to be fulfilled during Reagan’s presidency.
The man Reagan appointed to be his Secretary of the Interior, James Watt, believed that it was fine to mine and log all of the earth, because our generation was going to be the last generation of people on earth. His famous quote “We don’t have to protect the environment, The Second Coming is at hand,” echoed the way many of the people who surrounded Reagan felt.
Barbara and I decided to put together a paper on Reagan’s Armageddon beliefs. We turned the paper into an 8-page flyer that could be folded, addressed and mailed. We then addressed and mailed them to every radio and television station and every newspaper and magazine in the world.
About that time, I suffered a relapse. I don’t know if I came down with meningitis again, or if I had never really recovered from the original illness. I ended up in bed for a few more months. It was during this time that I really practiced the lessons I had learned during my “Near Death Experience”. I also used that time to listen to tapes and do a little reading. Reading was hard, because I couldn’t sit up or bend my head. Most of the time, I just lay there and stared at the ceiling.
I was very angry with God and blamed Him for my illness. One day, after mentally screaming at God, I was very exhausted and felt that I could finally sleep. I don’t know if I actually went to sleep, or if I was awake when this happened. But I heard a voice. It said,
“Do you know what your problem is?” I didn’t know what the voice meant, so I didn’t answer. “Your problem is you think and act like a soldier, and a soldier never surrenders. You hate that Christian expression of, ‘surrender to God’. You won’t surrender to anyone, not even God.”
The voice continued, “Instead of surrendering, why not just give up the fight? Stop fighting God! God doesn’t fight back, therefore it isn’t a war, therefore you CAN’T surrender.”
“You have to have two groups, in battle fighting each other, before you can consider it a war. Two armies have to fight before one can surrender. In YOUR “battle” with God, the only one fighting is you. Stop fighting God. Give up the fight!”
“You spend so much time being angry at God for putting you in bed that you don’t even realize that He has given you a wonderful opportunity to be alone, in the solitude of your “cave”, so you can spend some time working on yourself.”
At this moment, I remembered my near death experience, and I knew that God had given me this “free time” so I could use it to work on all the garbage that was stored inside of me.
I spent about two and a half months in bed that time. The only reason I got out of bed was because a friend told me about an Archbishop in Santa Barbara named Warren Watters. I don’t know why, but I KNEW that this was the man who had to baptize me.
I made an appointment to go see him. When I met him, we made the arrangements and I was baptized the following weekend. I stayed in his home with Warren and his wife, Ellen. Warren was 93 and Ellen was in her 80’s. They were the most wonderful and loving people I had ever met. They both had a radiance surrounding them that everyone could see or feel.
Near the end of the weekend stay, Warren asked me if I wanted to be ordained in his Church, the Church of Antioch. I knew nothing about it, but I was certain that God would not have sent me there if I was not supposed to be ordained.
Warren and Ellen had a small chapel attached to their beautiful red-tiled adobe home. There were about four rows of pews with an altar at the front. It looked like any Christian church, just smaller.
During the ordination, Warren suddenly became very quiet. Ellen asked if something was wrong. The day was very hot and I think she was worried he was ill. He replied that Master Melchizedek had just joined us. I saw Ellen look up. Warren had his eyes closed. I looked up and saw the most incredible vision.
The ceiling had vanished. In its place was a multi-tiered cone that went up until it completely disappeared. Around each circular tier there were hundreds if not thousands of people watching me be ordained. Warren later said that this was the Ashram of Melchizedek and I had just been ordained into it also.
After the ceremony, I asked him about the other people who had been ordained into the Ashram of Melchizedek. He told me that this was the first time in his life that anything like this had happened to him. I asked him who Melchizedek was. He told me the few things he knew about Melchizedek, who was the original High Priest of Jerusalem. None of what he told me made any sense to me. It still doesn’t. I may have been ordained into the Ashram of Melchizedek, but until I understand what this means, I have chosen to do nothing. This was one of the major lessons my teacher, Shamus taught me, “When you don’t know what to do, do nothing.”
After I came home from Santa Barbara, I spent most of my time working on the Activated Cellular Memory process. I put together classes and flyers and began teaching it. All the while, I was also working with Barbara Honegger on her various quasi-political projects.
In 1986, a crisis developed in the Middle East. Ronald Reagan had just ordered the bombing of Libya and he was threatening to bomb Syria. The Biblical Armageddon scenario looked like it was about to play out. Barbara and I went into action again. We needed to rewrite, update and reprint the information we had gathered in 1984.
One of Barbara’s friends was the pianist, Byron Janus. He just happened to be visiting in our area at the time we were working on this. Barbara and I had been trying to figure out how we could get a copy of our work hand delivered to Pope John Paul II. Byron told us his wife was a friend of a woman who went to high school with Pope John Paul II. Byron also told us that he was a close friend of Nancy Reagan. We gave Byron our information. Within 48 hours of handing this information to Byron, Reagan stopped his threats to bomb Syria and the Armageddon scenario never raised its head again during the Reagan years. Did the Pope and Nancy Reagan avert Armageddon in 1986? I don’t know. Someone should ask them.
Q: I know from prior conversations with you that during this time you had some experiences that are even stranger than the ones you have just described. You said some radio personalities and other well-known people have told you to keep quiet on these experiences because they feel you will lose your credibility. Do you feel you can share these experiences now?
A. I have been cautioned about talking about certain things. I have often wondered if the people who cautioned me to stay silent on these things were really worried about my credibility, or if they were trying to keep the lid on things. All right, for the first time ever in print, here’s the story!
In 1986 I was taken to Mars by the Admiral who I later discovered was Gunther’s direct boss and his uncle. This trip to Mars was three years BEFORE I married Gunther and FOUR years before I “officially” met the Admiral.
This story is a hard one for me to tell. I am not sure how to begin. I still wonder if it actually happened, or if it was just a realistic dream. The experience was far too real to have been a dream. It is possible that I only traveled in my astral body. My psychic grandmother took me on out of body journeys when I was a child. The trip to Mars could have been a dream, or an out of body journey. But a very big part of me believes that it really happened.
In 1986 there were a series of events that happened within the span of a day, maybe two. This was right in the middle of the work Barbara and I were doing to get out the Armageddon information. The first event happened when my spirit guide, Shamus, told me that the Golden Armada was coming to earth tonight. He told me to go outside and look up in the sky.
A friend was with me. We went out. It was cold and damp. We stayed out for a very long time, but saw nothing. Finally I told Shamus that he had better give us a sign or we were going back inside. Before I even got the words out of my mouth, the biggest and bluest “falling star” I had ever seen, streaked across the sky. We had our sign, so we knew we had to stay out in the cold!
My friend went back inside and brought out blankets. We stayed outside looking up in the sky. Finally she pointed in a certain direction and told me to look past all the stars to what would be the edge of the universe. I followed her suggestion and sure enough, I saw the same thing she was seeing. What we saw was something that looked like giant fireworks. This occurred in 1986. I have now seen this phenomena in a few science fiction movies. They call it a star gate.
Shamus said leaders of the Galactic Federation were coming to the Earth to attend a meeting of all the world leaders, which was being held in the Grand Tetons. Shamus said representatives from all inhabited planets would be in attendance.
Just at that moment, we heard the doorbell ring and went back inside. It was another friend. We sat there talking about what we had just seen. Finally one of us pointed to the plush rug. There were marks forming on it that looked like footprints. We all looked at the rug, and sure enough, it looked like an invisible person was walking toward us.
At that time in my spiritual development, I knew no fear. I asked who it was and what he wanted. Suddenly I could see the person. He was dressed in a silver flight suit. He introduced himself as Commander Shubreadth and said that he was there to ask my permission for the C-Cubed unit to be installed.
I knew that a C-Cubed unit was for Command, Control and Communication. He said it was to guide the Golden Armada in their journeys to and from earth. I asked him why he wanted to put it in my house. He answered that I had divine protection around me and if it were in my house, it would be safe. I asked a few more questions, all of which he answered to my satisfaction, so I gave him permission to set the C-Cube Module up.
Suddenly, a group of similarly dressed beings began carrying all sorts of things into my condominium. Instead of building it in the condo, they built it in the stairwell. About halfway through their installation, the doorbell rang. Needless to say, it scared all of us out of our skin. It was about 1AM. We all wondered who would be ringing the doorbell at that time? I think we must have unconsciously feared it was “the men in black”.
It turned out to be one of my nieces. She said that she was driving by, saw our lights on and knew something was going on. One of the reasons we jumped when the doorbell rang was because it was the back door and not the front door. When I asked my niece why she came to the back door, she said that she did not feel comfortable going up the stairs inside the stair well. The back door did not have a stairwell. The stairwell was where the C-Cubed Module was being built.
When she got inside the condo, she looked over in the far corner, where the installation of the C-Cubed module was going on. No one had yet said anything to her about what had been happening. “What is going on over there?” she exclaimed. She could also see the men in silver uniforms carrying in the boxes from which they constructed the C-Cube Module.
After the installation was complete, commander Shubreadth came back and said that they were finished. He said that it was a self-running installation. He said that when it was no longer needed, it would fade away.
About two or three in the morning, my niece and friends left. I put on a white night gown and went to bed.
The next thing I knew, I was standing in a dry creek bed. The dirt was red, and somehow I knew I was in Arizona. It was night. Everything was illuminated by the moon. I looked around that saw ten or eleven other women. They were all in their nightclothes as I was. No one spoke. We walked around slowly, looking at each other and our surroundings.
Suddenly, without sound, a golden ball began to materialize. It was about fifteen to twenty feet high. A door opened, and a man with white hair and blue eyes walked down the steps. It is time to go he said as he motioned us to get on board.
I was one of the first inside. I was almost directly across from the door. There was a bench that ran along the edge of the round room. Each woman sat down in front of her own window. There were twelve windows and the door. The man sat on a seat in front of the door. He said that we were going for a short ride. He told us to look out the windows because the view was going to be beautiful. I followed his advice.
I don’t remember him telling us we were going to Mars, yet I knew that was where we were headed. I could see Mars in the distance. The red planet grew larger and larger, until it filled the entire window. I could see that all the women were now looking out the windows on my side of the Golden Globe.
Without sound or warning, the man with the white hair stood up and opened the door. We had come to rest on the red planet. Our trip took about half an hour or less. One by one, the women silently filed out the door of the Globe. Not one of us had spoken to the others.
Each woman was met by a man in a gray uniform with yellow piping and patches. I watched the other women as they were led to different areas. The place where we landed looked like a freeway underpass system. There were several large entryways which led down into the red planet. The Golden globe had landed on a flat piece of ground which seemed to set on top the underground passages. There was a fence or guardrail around the landing area. The section where we disembarked was the only place we could exit.
I was the last to leave the golden globe. As I stood at the doorway I saw two of the women who had been in the globe with me. They were walking with their arms around the men who had met them. It appeared as if they knew and loved the men.
There was no one there to meet me. I looked at the man with the white hair. He read my mind and sent back the answer. I am your guide. He walked away from the landing area and the underground passages. He headed toward the red rocks that were in front of us. I can remember thinking; “There is an atmosphere on Mars. Why haven’t our scientists told us about it?”
I heard the man answer me, “If they told you, there would be an overwhelming rush to colonize Mars. We don’t want that.”
As we walked closer to the red rocks, I could see that there were caves carved in the rocks. The man corrected my thinking. “They aren’t caves, and they aren’t rocks. These are living structures. On earth we would call them apartments, but these apartments are made from living crystals. The crystals create an energy field that keeps the people who live in these structures in perfect health. When the Martians lived here, there was no sickness, there was no death.”
I climbed the rocks and walked inside one of the structures. I could feel something touching me. It gave me a shiver. I heard the man tell me, “Don’t worry. It will not harm you. It is sensing your energy system. If you spent the night here, you would go home in perfect health.”
My mind was already thinking, “How can we bring these crystal beings to earth?”
The man silently answered, “We already have. We are trying to duplicate the process that the Martians used to make these structures.” I quickly discovered that not only could the man communicate with me telepathically, but he could put pictures in my mind. The man showed me the dome-like structures that they had created using the crystal beings in a mixture of concrete like substance.
The man said he had more to show me and started back down the hill. He stopped at a wall that came up to his waist. The wall had hidden a passageway that led down into an underground structure. The man went ahead of me. The light was filtered. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw a long hall with picture windows on each side.
When I first saw it, I thought that it must be some kind of indoor zoo. The windows appeared to hold different scenes. I don’t know why I thought it was a zoo, but that was the first thought that popped into my mind. I could almost hear the man laugh as I thought ‘zoo’.
He told me to take a look and tell him what I was seeing. As I approached each picture window I saw that there was no glass. I could look into them at scenes I couldn’t understand. I didn’t know what I was looking at. Some of the scenes appeared to be swirling clouds and fog. Other scenes were of meadows and grass. “Could it be a picture album left by the people who used to live here?” I asked.
The man didn’t laugh at my question. “That is a very good thought, but no. This was not what Mars looked like.”
The man read my mind and realized I had no idea what I was seeing. He said, “This is a space-time portal. When the Martians knew they were going to lose their atmosphere, they knew they had to find a new planet on which to live. Earth was their first choice. It was nearby and easily accessible with their spacecraft. But earth was still in the creation process thirteen million years ago.”
The man told me that the Martians did not have the technology to travel in spaceships outside of this solar system and none of the planets in this solar system were ready to support life. He said the Martian scientists turned their attention to creating space/time machines.
About half way down the long hall, the man stopped me and pointed to a window. This is the portal to earth.
I thought you said that earth was not habitable 13 million years ago.
It wasn’t, he replied. This portal leads to earth, approximately 50,000 years ago, earth time. From a Martian point of view, it is 13 million . . . minus 50, 000 . . . earth years in the future. Come with me and have a look.
The man stepped through the window or portal. He stood there waiting for me to join him. I looked in and tried to figure out what kind of room he was in. It was dark and glowed with a green light. I really couldn’t see anything but the man.
Once I stepped through the portal, it closed behind me. We were in some kind of underground cave. We stood on a rock platform that was surrounded on all sides by water. It was very dim; I could not see anything very well. From the water I heard a voice. It was irreverent and humorous, “Are the two of you going to stand there all day, or are you going to come with me?”
I looked down and saw a creature that looked like a dolphin with the head of a catfish. The man led me to the stairs and we walked down into the water. There were two dolphin-like creatures waiting for us. He grabbed the fin of one and gestured for me to do the same thing.
I heard the dolphin creature tell me that the Martians designed the entrance to earth to make sure no one could get through the portals unless they were invited and wanted. The dolphin-like creatures were the guardians of the portals. Without them, no one could ever find their way out of the portal and onto the earth.
The two dolphin creatures swam for a very long time. Finally they skidded to a stop up a golden brick ramp. The talking dolphin creature