Date: Sat, 26 Nov 1994 22:04:01 -0800
From: Flemming Funch 
Subject: Re: Introduction

At 14:09 11/26/94 -0500, Jesse J. Herbert wrote:

 > I was currious if you could expand on one of the things you mentioned in
 > your intro.

 > It was the part about the 1990 abduction/contact incident which was the
 > last of a series I think? Anyway would you feel okay sharing it here?
 > Also, does it have anything to do with the disscussions that have been
 > going on here about the Ascention and all?

Sure. I will post here what I posted elsewhere earlier. And, yes, at least
it had something to do with speeding up my own personal ascension.

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Let me say first that my statements about what happened are sort of pieced
together and weren't crystal clear from the beginning. I've had them
validated independently from different channels and psychics, though.

The most recent incident was in 1990 and started as a classic abduction
incident, but changed into something else. I wasn't fully aware of what was
going on at the time, but the pieces fell into place later.

In November 90 I was at the "New Civilization" convention in Paris. I was
going to spend the next two weeks with my friend Bill Robertson (aka Astar
Paramejgian, author of some partially channeled works on galactic scenarios
and so forth) doing some of his trainings and advanced clearing levels. He
was living in Andorra, which is a small free state on top of the Pyrenees
between France and Spain. We were driving there together after the
convention, which is a long drive, through most of France.

We had been driving for about a day to get from Paris to Andorra. Just
stopping to sleep overnight somewhere in the middle of France. We arrived
in Andorra in the evening of the second day while it was dark and raining.
I was staying in a rented apartment where I had stayed once or twice
before. It was an apartment at the ground floor, with a window out to a
little stream running by. I went straight to bed.

I woke up after having slept 13 hours, which is very unusual for me, I
rarely sleep more than 7. I had a nose bleed when I woke up, and I was very
confused. I shrugged it off, and didn't give it more thought after I had
recovered my havingness. Bill came by later in the afternoon and we started
working on my training program. My processing sessions went pretty normal,
and nothing out of the ordinary came up.

However, in retrospect it became clear that my life changed quite
drastically in new directions at that time. Both good and bad, at least at
first glance. The first thing I noticed, and the reason why I later went
back to look for what happened, was that my grasp on finances was lost.
Before, I always had lots of money, and was making more and more apparently
without worrying about it. I wasn't particularly clean and orderly about
it, but I always got what I needed. That magic suddenly disappeared from
one day to the next. Started already there in Andorra. I had somehow
brought too little money and had a lot of trouble getting more. When I came
back to the states, all my money sources dried up suddenly. I had had some
computer contracts that had given me a steady income with practically no
work, and they got cancelled. I suddenly had a hard time getting clients.
Suddenly I couldn't pay my regular expenses. I also had a motorcycle
accident a couple of weeks after I came back. I totalled my motorcycle and
hurt my back. My finances deteriorated further and I eventually went
bankrupt, my big hillside house was foreclosed, I had to sell my sportscar,
I had to close my office, etc. And generally I felt really crummy and the
whole thing was very stressful.

At the same time, apparently unrelated at the time, Bill suddenly got sick
and died 6 months after I saw him.

Now on the positive side. While I was busy having a hard time about my
material misfortune I actually started developing very rapidly in other
directions. My psychic perceptions increased markedly and I could perceive
and do and know things I didn't know about before. And I started getting a
lot more creative. I was suddenly inventing new things to do with my
clients, getting much better results. And that is when I started writing. I
was suddenly cranking out lots of essays, and course manuals, and clearing
processes and so forth. Where before I wouldn't have known how to do that.
I took up public speaking, and later acting and singing. I started
investigating a number of different disciplines and schools of thought. I
learned NLP, hypnosis, pranic healing, and other things.

When I noticed that my life had taken a big turn I had my wife Birgit give
me processing sessions to clarify the matter. The first thing we did was to
scan through the preceding months for the point when something changed. And
we ended up with that day in Andorra. But the first mysterious point was
that my memory of that day was different from what it was when I went back
and looked at it. There was a discrepancy in what I thought I remembered
and what I saw when I went back to it. But the real interesting part then
didn't appear before we scanned through the night before.

The incident goes pretty much like this: I am lying in bed sleeping. A
couple of little grey guys appear at the end of my bed, about 4 ft tall,
with big black eyes, that appear octagonal, but aren't. There is a blue
light in the room. They are telepathic, but they don't have much to say to
me, except for that I should stay calm. And I feel pretty calm, I have no
sense of alarm about it.

My body floats above the bed and then goes out through the curtain and
window. Straight through it, a very strange sensation. Out in front of the
apartment, right by the stream. I leave my body at that point and see it
from the outside. Above I see the underside of a ship, typical flying
saucer kind of thing. Blue beam coming down and my body flows into the
ship.

Lying on a metal table, the grey guys examining my body. Also peeling away
the skin at my temples and inserting some kind of device. None of them talk
to me. They seem to simply be doing a very routine job, me being just one
of the names on their list. I myself have no fear or negative emotions
about it, just observing what goes on.

But then suddenly a couple of humanoid characters appear. They are about 6
feet tall, slim and beautiful. Kind of angelic looking, or like light
beings, but in human form. I get a very warm and supportive flow from them.
We know each other, and they are there to help and to give information.
What exactly that is is not clear to me at that time, I just feel the warm
flow from them. They communicate to the grey guys too, what I at that time
perceive as instructions to put me back down and not to subject me to that
kind of experiences again, that I am beyond that, somehow. The grey guys
comply and put me back down in my bed. And I wake up in the morning without
remembering, but disoriented and with blood coming out of my nose.

Now, discovering this and going through the process of coming to terms with
what did or didn't happen has been very rewarding for me in various ways.

First of all I was naturally not sure if this happened or not. It might
just have been something I dreamt, or something I am imagining. Or,
something that happened on an astral level, rather than physical. And I
still can't be sure, the physical "proof" is rather limited. But validation
has come in from various sources, so I would now look at it as something
that physically did happen. Actually it matters less what REALLY happened,
what is important is what process the experience takes me through.

Discovering the incident gave me a severe reality adjustment as to my own
abilities. I was pretty arrogant before. Hey, I did all the Scientology
advanced levels, I am hot stuff, I can do all kinds of things, I really
know what is going on in the universe, etc. And then some time-traveling
aliens can just pop up in the middle of my bed room, without anybody
noticing, and carry me away, paralyzed without being able to do a thing,
they can do whatever they want with me, and they can install screen
memories so I have no clue about it.

First that pissed me off. And then it made me feel really small and
insignificant. And then it made me feel humble and realize that there is a
whole lot of stuff in the universe that I have no clue about. And that
really I wasn't at the end of the road, as I thought I was, but I had just
barely begun to scratch the surface of what one can do. That change in
attitude has become very motivating and very empowering in making me
progress. I now come from a more humble attitude of not knowing, and
working on discovering more about life. Before I was more dealing in fixed
ideas and know-best attitudes.

Before this incident, aliens and abductions were something I would be
afraid of. The incident put an end to that. I had no fear in the incident,
and what could be a horrifying event became instead a positive, motivating,
spiritual experience for me. And I am really pleased to have friends like
the angelic humanoids out there rooting for me. The brief exchange with
them opened up a lot of doors for me.

I discovered more incidents earlier in my life, about 3 or 4 total, going
back to when I was a baby. I had a lot of fear connected with the earlier
ones. Incidentally when I was a kid, starting at 3 or so, I would draw
almost nothing but flying saucers. I would fill up sheet after sheet with
hundreds and hundreds of little spaceships.

The main aliens I dealt with appear to be the Zeta Reticuli. Zetas share
genetics with us but screwed themselves up by tampering with their own DNA
to get rid of their emotions. So they are now emotion-less group mind
beings with degenerating bodies. They are interested in us to bring back in
some of what they lost. And in exchange they serve a purpose for us in
bringing up fears that we can then overcome. As far as I can see I used to
be one of them and volunteered to be part of the venture in my human form.

At first I was doubtful and invalidating my experience, but after enough
external validations and after more and more things fell into place I don't
really. One person, a psychic I didn't know, walked up to me and said
"You've been abducted haven't you?" and she started giving me details of
the experience just as I remembered it. And several channels have
colaborated it as well.

Earlier this year I had a personal channeling session with Lyssa Royal, the
author of "Prism of Lyra". She channels a being named Germane.

I wanted a bit more backup explanations on my incident, so I asked about
it. She confirmed it as an actual physical incident. And as to the
humanoids she said that they were so-called Meta Humans, which is humans
from the far future who come here to help our development in certain cases.
And she confirmed that since I had no fear about it there would be no need
for me to have any further abduction type incidents.

And then, without me asking, she started talking about Bill. I had just
mentioned that I was there to study with a friend. But she asked if I had
seen him on the spaceship and was a bit surprised that I hadn't. She said
that he had had a similar experience as I, at the same time, although it
was perceived somewhat differently by him. She said that he was shown
extrapolations of where the current directions of his life were going. And
that he realized that he could better serve his purposes in a different
way. And that he could better accomplish what he wanted by not being there
in the same way. And that he decided to change it. From a higher awareness
level, that is, not particularly consciously.

Bill got sick shortly after that time and died within a few months.

I didn't perceive his involvement myself, but it makes very good sense to
me. And talking with somebody who was with him when he died, there are
indications supporting this story.

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I don't particularly have any information from these guys. The incident
mostly worked as a piece in my personal development. Seems like those
Meta-Humans told me something, but I haven't been able to bring back what
that would be yet.

- Flemming

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