Stonehenge Glyph
first discovered in 1995 by Beyond Boundaries
first discovered in 1995 by Beyond Boundaries
Let me tell you about one of the shortest, sweetest, and most important events of my life. This was not exactly an ordinary happening at all but was an event that turned me around totally from doubting those gifted with inter-dimensional sight.
I want to introduce you to my dear friend, Sharon McKee! She is a quiet, gentle type woman, much younger than I, and one who becomes your genuine friend for life because she really knows you all the way to your soul, your inner essence itself. She seems to have carefully chosen you as her friend in the first place. Why she chose me, I could never quite figure? I was not carefully and seriously listening to her accounts of personal ET contact. I looked quickly through her book of expertly and painstakingly done illustrations of the many, many different types of ETs she had seen, and her thousands of glyphs or symbols of extraterrestrial language and alphabet she had somehow been given.
I don't think she is a channeler, I think she said she gets this information from face to face contact with the beings. At this time of my life and soul development, which was summer of 1995, I obviously wasn't ready to extend my belief system to these outer limits. I just sort of tolerated her, liking her very much in spite of this strange habit she seemed to have of seeing aliens in the bushes on her extensive walks throughout the U.S. and the rest of the world, as well as in her home. She was always willing to help us out by being another flight passenger on our chartered planes, helping to fill the quota to cut the price for all of us. And, she took many expert photos from an old camera that she told another miraculous story about acquiring. It seems that anywhere she needed to travel someone would give her an airline ticket. Now that one did perk my interest as that was a real life scenario I would wish to acquire an ability to produce for myself! Usually it would be frequent flyer miles someone was about to lose, or an airline employee would give her a pass, or who knows how-it always seemed to happen for her.
Sharon was happily married at the time, at least as far as I knew, had a real time job, but always seemed to be able to travel around the United States at will on walkabouts with some Indian Tribe, or travel to the far corners of the world to participate in some really interesting sounding quest for knowledge. This lady was fully functional and exhibited an extremely high IQ. A Star Child, you ask? Possibly, I think now. I do think that she is an abductee with hybrid children she was never allowed to raise but she did not express any animosity or complaints about any unpleasant experiences with the aliens. I just didn't give her enough time, ask her enough questions, and pay enough attention - wasted a very valuable opportunity to learn even more than what I am about to tell you here.
She decided that year in 1995, since she was still relatively new to traveling through England, that she would join us on our cropcircles expedition. I believe that was the year that we later tacked on the Scotland portions to enrich the trip even further for our expedition members. Sharon did not know at the time of this first event that we were planning to visit portions of Scotland.
She told me the story of going to the refrigerator in her large, old home in New England one evening to get a sandwich. She made something quite delicious for herself and was carrying that plate with her glass of milk or juice, never alcohol as she doesn't drink intoxicants nor do any hallucinatory drugs, not a substance abuser and I am positive of that fact which seems important to tell you here. All of a sudden she almost ran into a Scottish gentlemen dressed in his full kilts standing in her livingroom. This startled her and she stood for a moment studying him, even the tartan of his kilt which she fully memorized. He said not a word but just stood and looked at her and then disappeared as so many of her second sight visions seemed to do.
Sharon had such a rich history of these type of occurrences, but never a Scottish gentleman in full kilts before, and she really was not too alarmed or did not hasten to even mention the story to me until we talked casually one day later by phone about our impending trip. During that conversation I mentioned our added surprise to the journey of including Scotland. "Oh," she said, "that must be the reason I saw this guy in kilts," and then gave me her account of the story. I replied to her something like, "really, wonder what that is supposed to mean?" and just let it go like so many of the other strange events she had related to me before that one.
We spent nearly a week together, that summer of '95, the 11 or so of us in our big white 12 passenger tall, bulky looking British van, driving around the beautiful rural cropcircle country of Wiltshire, England. Each morning we would be up as early as possible, have breakfast and then head for the Barge Inn to find anyone we knew who would have knowledge of where the new formations created the night before would be located. Racing on the tiny roads out to wherever the new formation had appeared, we riskily and carefully climbed over fences and gates, paid the fee boxes where they existed, got permission from the farmers wherever we could find them, got run out of some fields, and were not bothered in others while trespassing. Everyone took photos to their hearts' delight experiencing the newness of the phenomenon. We flew over the fields a couple of times for more spectacular filming and videotaping, and then sat til 2 and 3 am on top of the hills nightwatching in the skies and looking for BOLs (Balls of Light) over the valleys. I am not sure if this was the same year we actually saw the golden balls that precede a formation or not, and am not sure this was the year we actually filmed BOLs over the fields and following an RAF helicopter -but it was a great year-with great people-that, I remember for sure.
All week long Sharon had told everyone in the van what all she was seeing along the way-stuff that none of the rest of us were able to see. Let me tell you that by the time we started the long drive up to Scotland, (that was the year we also learned to take the train or fly to Scotland instead-too far to drive), I was really getting worried that she was going to drive the rest of the expedition members to their patience limits with such an imagination or whatever this was that was happening to her. We had a little talk with my saying something like, "Sharon, you know that neither these people, who are your friends now, nor I, also your friend, can see any of this ET stuff you are telling us. I think they may be getting a little worried about your sanity. Why don't you just keep this to yourself and then later when we are alone you can share it with me?" To which she replied quite favorably, seemingly with feelings still intact. So that stuff was stopped, she was still a happy camper, the group didn't seem to guess that I had talked with her, and on we drove on that long, long journey of sightseeing, eating along the way, and napping as each of us could manage.
We arrived in Edinburgh, a lovely city located on the historic and scenic Firth of Forth, and finally located our two bed and breakfast establishments I had reserved through the British Tourist Agency. One house, a few blocks away from the other, was quite new in the B&B trade and the owners felt they should be quite the cordial host and hostess to us, being among their very first guests. Sharon and I were staying in this house, a synchronicity? And this was where my turning point in paying attention actually happened.
It seems that a Knights Templar meeting was going on at this time in another room off the parlour and the owners, after greeting us that late afternoon, helping us with our luggage to our wonderful inviting comfy rooms, then asked us if we would like to meet the "rightful king of Scotland, a direct descendant of Bonnie Prince Charlie." "Well, hmmn," I thought-meet the king? Not really on our UFO or Cropcircle subject but I guess since we are here, he is here, Knights Templar is quite interesting, why not?" So part of our group had a seat in the parlour and Sharon and I stood, she in front of me and me, just barely inside the room almost barring the door. This cute small stature of a man, of which my first impression was, "ahhh a genuine speciman of royalty here before us, named Michael Stuart-the name Stuart is meaningful too."
This Michael Stuart was quite friendly, a lively guy who proceeded to take a book of photos of Scottish tartans down from the mantle explaining that each Scottish clan had its own tartan, which we already knew, but as he turned through the book showing us the different ones, he came to a page, and I heard a loud gasp from Sharon, in front of me. She was out of control, could no longer keep silent on her strange tales, as she loudly said , "That's the one-JOYCE, THAT'S THE ONE I TOLD YOU ABOUT IN MY LIVINGROOM!" "Oh God, please not here before the King," were my very thoughts at that time, "just tell me about this later, Sharon, as you promised."
But I didn't get a chance to interrupt her as she went on to say, now getting louder, while pointing to the empty corner, "AND THERE HE STANDS RIGHT THERE DRESSED ...". Behind me, close enough to be breathing down my neck, was a tall stout gentlemen I not heard walk up-obviously a Knights Templar from the other room. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I heard his booming voice say, "YES, I SEE HIM! HE IS WEARING THAT TARTAN THERE IN THE BOOK. HE IS ONE OF YOUR ANCESTORS FROM THE ISLAND OF SKYE AND HE HAS A MESSAGE FOR YOU. YOU MUST TRAVEL TO THE ISLAND OF SKYE TO GET THE MESSAGE," which Sharon did carry out the following year. Then this tall, pompous gentleman went on to completely describe in the greatest of detail the appearance of this unseen, at least to the rest of us, figure now standing in that empty corner just exactly and precisely as Sharon had described to me the same gentleman who stood before her that night in her livingroom in her house in New England.
Well, needless to say this was one of the greatest shocks of my life as I got a message of my own that evening. And, that message was to always listen, nevermind if I cannot see whatever it is myself nor understand its meaning-to listen fully, attentively with an open mind and no limiting judgment, and learn what I can from every wonderful experience to follow in my life-much like this important lesson I had just learned from my beautiful, pure heart and soul friend, Sharon. Some of the Knights told me that night that it is very common for Scottish men to be born with this gift of second sight, which I have also called the ability to see inter-dimensionally. This ability is not doubted, is not taunted, is appreciated and respected in Scotland. By the way, meeting the real king of Scotland was nothing too special. I have been told you can meet many interesting people at Knights Templar meetings in Scotland. .. Joyce
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