A “Contact Download” suggested to me that perhaps they are.
J. Burkes MD 2019
There is a fascinating literature about human appearing ETs living among us. I even thought I might have met one at the Los Angeles International Airport when I took Dr. Greer there in February of 1994. This was before Ingo Swann published “Penetration.” In that book Swann describes meeting a beautiful humanoid ET being pursued by shadowy black ops types that were monitoring her activities. The man allegedly in charge of the surveillance was the mysterious intelligence official called “Mr. Axelrod.” If I recall correctly he described her as “one of the most dangerous people on the planet.”
Two months before taking Dr. Greer to the LAX, the CSETI leader met with CIA Director Woolsey in December of 1993. The day after the meeting I experienced “an awake dream.” I believe this might also be called a “contact download.” I had the experience while I was in my on call room near the emergency room. After an overnight shift, I needed to get some rest before I hit the 405 Freeway that would take me home. I did not fall asleep however. The “download” was like watching a movie in my mind. It was so detailed, so intense, that I cannot totally convince myself it was merely my imagination. Even though I was part of the CSETI leadership the details of the meeting were highly confidential. I was only told that the Dr. Greer would be meeting in Washington with a ” very highly placed government official.”
In the “awake dream” that I experienced in my on-call room, I was shown three different types of ETs that were supposedly highly specialized in various aspects of interacting with humans. The experience was like a tutorial and was given by rather tall ET with grayish skin who served as “my instructor.” He had on a very high collar that reached up to the back of his head. It reminded me of a priest’s ceremonial garb. I called him MM for “Middle Management.”
In one part of the “download” I found myself at the entrance to the main terminal at Washington National Airport. It was early evening, cold and with a light snow in the air. The phone booths on the sidewalk were the glass-walled cubicle type so popular prior to the 1970s.
A short, almost husky brunette, dressed in a Navy-blue stewardess’ uniform was walking quickly toward a phone booth. I noticed that she wore silver wings on her heavy wool overcoat indicating some kind of company insignia. The cold wind tussled her short brown hair that peeked out from under her blue cap. She was pulling behind her a wheeled luggage bag. Inside her overcoat in the inner pocket, I could actually “see” her travel documents. Passport, tickets and visas, they all seemed to be “in order.” There was just one catch. The documents were all phony! I understood at the level of knowledge that she was not working for an airline. She was not a stewardess. In fact she was not even human! And she was not alone on her mission.
My ET mentor that I called MM “explained” to me that her assignment was a highly specialized security mission. As she stepped into the glass-enclosed phone booth and closed the door behind her, I thought that if she were supposed to be one of the so-called Pleiadean or Nordic types of ETs then somehow she had been cheated. According to the mythology of the UFO subculture, as a Nordic ET she was supposed to be kind of striking beauty, tall slender with long hair was the stereotype. This woman in the phone booth appeared quite physically fit (an appropriate attribute for a member of a security detail) but she was not tall and definitely not pretty.
As I looked at the stocky “stewardess” nearing the telephone booth, the marked contrast between my preconception and what I was “seeing” was bewildering. MM must have sensed my confusion and his explanation was simple and direct. I was made to understand that for security missions like this one at Washington National, operatives were required to alter their typical appearance. Elegant beauties in scanty shimmering garb would not blend in at a chilly airport-loading zone.
All these thoughts and images flashed before me in an instant. I watched the female security agent enter the phone booth. She left her wheeled luggage on the pavement outside. She removed the receiver as if she were making a phone call. Instead she linked up telepathically to a co-worker in the security squad. His appearance was as striking as hers was plain. He was clearly the enforcer. His muscular form looked like it was ready to explode out of his double-breasted tan-colored oversized trench coat. He was stationed inside the terminal about 75 yards away from her.
He stood in one of the small drab waiting areas that made the old airport look like it had fallen on hard times. He was clearly playing the role of a passenger waiting for a flight, pacing back and forth and impatiently looking at his watch. At the level of knowledge I understood that he was carefully monitoring a complex security situation at the main terminal.
The thought occurred to me that he was some kind of bodyguard and that he was waiting to meet someone important at the airport. I strongly suspected that he was armed and perfectly capable of using force if necessary. It seemed however that he also possessed the sophisticated psi capabilities one might expect from an ET intelligence officer of an advanced civilization.
Subtle parapsychological methods were his preferred defensive weapons. If enemy agents threatened whomever he was protecting, then he could telepathically arrange for the opposition to suddenly be distracted, thus allowing the target of their surveillance to slip by unnoticed.
Who could be the person that he was supposed to protect? Why was I “seeing” this little drama at the Washington Airport? I didn’t focus on these questions while I subjectively acquired this material. I was more excited about the prospect that this entire channeling experience was not merely the result of my imagination and that it represented bona fide interspecies communication. Thus concluded this awake dream.
After getting home from the hospital, I was eager to share my experience with trusted contact workers. I called Shari Adamiak, Working Group Coordinator for CSETI Denver. She was in my opinion the third most important person in Dr. Greer’s organization, after the Director and Emily Greer. Just before I spoke to Shari, while half giddy from sleep deprivation from an overnight on duty, it suddenly hit me like a bombshell. The individual that MM’s “Pleiadean friends” were assigned to protect must have been none other than CSETI founder Dr. Steven Greer!
Just two days before he had been scheduled to meet with CIA Director Woolsey. Flying in from North Carolina, Dr. Greer would have landed at National Airport. If some MJ-12 like organization had wanted to place a tail on him or carry out some other mischief, Washington National was the best place to intercept the CSETI Director. Although it seemed like a long shot, I couldn’t ignore the possibility that Dr. Greer was being protected by the ETs as I was shown. Even if the narrative were pure ego-based fantasy it still was quite a story for me to receive in such a novel way.
Two months later after a brief visit to Los Angeles to meet with potential donors, I drove the CSETI Director to Los Angeles International Airport. While in the waiting area with him, I recalled my “awake dream” that was set at Washington National, now called Ronald Reagan International Airport. I couldn’t help but wonder whether it was possible that human appearing ETs might be at LAX to provide “back up” for Dr. Greer. I realized that such a notion was likely just fantasy. As I had these thoughts I noticed a rather unremarkable airline steward looking at me rather nonchalantly. He was about five foot seven, with brown curly hair and a round face. There was nothing unusual about him. I wondered if it were possible that he might be part of an ET security team. As I had this thought, I our eyes met and he nodded to me. I realized that his gesture was likely nothing more than just a polite way of acknowledging a total stranger in a public setting. Or could it have been something else? I quickly turned away. I bid Dr. Greer farewell and he boarded the plane that took him home to Asheville North Carolina.
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