One evening in January I went outside with my dog and my binoculars. As I waited for him to finish,
I counted the craft in the sky (their lights are mostly green and red and they move at different speeds).
Under a clear Caribbean sky I can easily spot twenty of them, or more, on any given night. At the time, I was
feeling particularly bored and bogged down by three-dimmensionality and decided to direct my thoughts to the
crafts' occupants. Essentially I said/thought, I could only imagine the sight they enjoyed and expressed
my desire to get a glimpse of the planet/Universe from their point of view.
Before returning inside, I engaged them in a specific request: "If I can't go to you, maybe you can come to me."
I repeated my wish for a few consecutive nights. Following, I would go inside to watch TV. It was always hard
to concentrate, since my mind kept kept drifting back to them. The last night I sent out my petition, I woke up to
find a man in my bedroom. He spoke to me (I use the word "spoke" even if I don't remember hearing voices;
neither his nor mine), but I think our exchange was telepathic. I will attempt to describe was transpired.
He stood between my bed and the closet and did not move. He appeared to be somewhere in his early 30's.
His blue eyes had a soothing effect, like floating in the ocean or focusing on it. His skin was white and his
short brown hair was was parted on one side. He had a beard, about a couple of weeks old. He wore a
cream-colored garment (it wasn't a shirt), with a round neck and no buttons. His lean figure reminded me of
what men looked like before big muscles were stylish.
His presence felt totally relaxing and calm. As if he made everything in my environment wonderfully soothing.
I could see him clearly, even though it was nightime and the lights in my bedroom were turned off.
His visit lasted a few seconds, but I'm uncertain about the time. What he had to say was brief:
"Don't worry, everything will be all right." I remember asking his name, his answer was "Joti."
After that, I pulled my blanket over my cat print pajamas and turned on my side again. The next morning, I
googled his name and this is what came up: 1. "A traditional music from Spain." 2. "Light." Two months
or so later, I can still remember the sensations of Joti's presence. I will never forget his demeanor or his
message, which I wanted to share with you, lightworkers, for all it's worth.
In Light and Love,