Commander Hurley
I'm really a skeptic at heart I suppose. I've experienced a lot and a lot I haven't. Still I find even with the most bizarre and intense experiences I've had, I question others with the intensity of my own discovery process. Theirs is not my experience and until I can share it in some way, it is still at best at a distance. Truth is often shared agreements. Like Jesus has said, "Where two or more are gathered; there AM I also." When truth of experience or even just a desire to connect with life in such a way as to open our eyes, ears, and hearts happens, the agreement has been made and HE appears. Not as a personage, as Christ Consciousness, as that which we call Truth.
One day in the fall of '91, I had been working on developing the next series of shows for the television show I'd been producing and hosting for public access. It was called One World. I would find guests, real people with real jobs, real psychics with real clientele, real therapists with demonstrable success, etc., and the 'job' was one of near total spontaneity. I never knew when I'd get that 'vibe' to ask. While I was helping the City of Phoenix with their Desert Renaissance series of events, I was able to garner an interview with Dennis Weaver. He was the keynote speaker of a particular event featuring volunteerism opportunities. I saved the City $5,000 by asking a friend at the cable company if he would be interested in taping the presentation for the City. This happened a few months prior. One afternoon I really got tested.
The Phone Call
I was going over some notes and received a phone call from one of my previous guests. She and her partner had worked with ETs and humans to remove etheric implant devices from them. Now granted, I thought it was a bunch of hooey to begin with as well. In my investigations I've found many profess and few actually deliver. They proved to have some interesting abilities, using laser lights from their eyes to open energy blocks. I wouldn't have believed it, except I saw it with my own inner eye as they demonstrated their work to me in process of preparing for their interview. I trust what I see from within. Her partner had flown to Canada for a few days to take care of some personal business at the time. So, I listened to what she had to say.
Her voice was anxious, a bit confused and bewildered. She said there was a tall ET standing outside their office door, hunched over like he (which she picked up) was injured in some way. She was having trouble communicating with him because of his unfamiliarity with the feminine energy, she thought. She described him as a Zeta-looking figure, approximately 8 foot tall. At any rate, she asked me if I would come over quickly to help with the situation. For some reason she felt like he intended for her to contact me immediately after she saw him outside the doorway. This doorway was in the rear of a 7 story office building that bordered a local high school football field at the rear of the property, just a few meters from their door. There was a few trees along the fence line, in between the building and the 'visitors' bleachers that were about a hundred feet away. I listened to her with a bit of skepticism yet, something rang true.
The Bleed-0ver of Realities
Well, I told her I'd be right over. It was about a 15 - 20 minute journey depending on traffic. I didn't have anything else to do at the moment and thought it might be a nice diversion, whatever the 'reality' of the situation. I honestly nearly expected to find nothing when I arrived. I rolled a smoke along the way and pondered this event. If he was injured, and it was real, where was he hurt? Instantly I felt a sharp pain in my left hip joint, as though a spear had been run through it. I mean it HURT! My body doesn't do obstinate things like that normally. So, I began to loosen my skeptical spectacles. What the heck could this be about? Why was I called? Are these guys really aware of who I AM? Who the heck is this guy and what is he doing here of all places? Then I got back to me... What AM I to do? Hmmm.... I thought. Well, let's just play it by ear and see what happens.
I pulled up behind the building, in front of their door. It was standing open and I could hear this woman inside. She met me at the doorway. I raised my eyebrow to her and she proceeded to explain what had happened so far. He'd shown up appearing hurt and needing assistance. When she was able to communicate with him finally, he told her that she had done the right thing by calling me. I was who he came to see and he knew that she would be able to get me there. I raised my eyebrow again, asking her to go on. She told me that she didn't know much else at that point, the majority of the time of my journey was in persuading him to come into the office and lay on the healing table. She did say that he was not of this dimension, although he looked like a tall Zeta, with the large almond eyes. I asked her to show me in please. As we walked through the door into the healing room (a small room with a couple of tables, some incense, an altar, and a massage table in the center of the room) I blinked my eyes. Now, I don't blink too often as it is. When I did, I was amazed at what I saw, even only if it was for just a moment.. I clearly saw it.
Draconian Decision
By 'it' I mean 'him'... He was as tall as she'd said, with his feet hanging well over a foot beyond the end of the table. He was dressed in a uniform and looked like something of a ranking officer by the tailoring of his uniform and its emblems, which I only remember vaguely now. What I saw was not a Zeta, though. He was what some would call a Draconian. His head was wide and looked like a crocodile with straight teeth, well inside his 'lips', and a shorten snout, wider than they (crocs) are normally. I wondered why she had seen a Zeta. Later she revealed her fears of the Dracs, so I was not surprised at his disguise toward her. They do have the ability to shape shift, you know, just as we do. Regardless, at the time I wondered why, all I felt was that he was docile and needed attention. He truly was no threat. She had established a conscious link with him by this time and I did not feel it necessary, so she related his answers to my questions as we proceeded. Before we did, though, it was necessary to stabilize his condition. His injury was in the precise place that I had felt the pain earlier, evidencing once again that this was a 'real' multidimensional event.
Some part of me knew that there was much more to this happening than we knew. These things happen like that... when you least expect it. The normal questions were asked.. Who are you? What are you doing here? Where did you come from? That sort of thing. The summation of the discussion was that he and his crew were assigned to watch us, myself and my close associations, and dissuade us from progressing in our work of figuring out how to bring a new heaven and a new earth about. His name, as close as we could get it in English, was Hurley. He was a commander of a 3-ship flotilla. Why we got that much attention was beyond me. While they watched us... which had been a period of years... they were touched by our compassion. By this time I was also carrying on a telepathic conversation with him beyond the one I was having through Mary-Margareht.
Hurley explained that at first they felt it as incongruent to them; this new sensation. They were logic-driven creatures with mission focus their only direction and task. They were basically devoid of emotions. Their own natural process took over when they began questioning themselves about why we acted in such unconditional ways. It was completely foreign to them. As they pondered, a spark began to burn in their hearts. Their understanding of compassion grew from there and brought them to a new living awareness that they could not deny. Now for a logic-driven specie this was hard to compute as it defied what they knew about 'reason.' Reasonably so, they began to question their own mission and why they were sent to thwart our mission. During our conversation he revealed that they knew I was the son of Ashtar and Athena and that is why they had been dispatched. He was a member of their High Council as well.
Deceptive Divulgence
As I mentioned earlier, the woman and her partner were adepts at removing etheric implants. They had worked with humans and ETs for some time. That much was obvious to me. The woman still did not know of his Draconian appearance as I had assumed she could see the same thing. I found out years later that again, the axiom had applied. I assumed wrong. If he had shown himself in his true form, she would have not been able to deal with the situation as she was predisposed to the 'Dracs' as being a 'bad' race of beings to be treated with disdain and distrust. I find that most information and 'stories' portray them as being some kind of controlling race that is hell-bent on taking over the Earth. If that were the real case, they have had the capability of doing that for a long, long time. Even if they had particular needs for their survival, they had not demonstrated such an 'antagonist' role. Humans are used to the literary polarities and often carry them over into whatever reality they may be interacting.
Hurley went on to say that he and his crew had attacked the etheric implant facility that was being used for Earth and the surrounding territory. They destroyed it and in the ensuing battle he was injured. As a member of the High Council, he was both feared and revered and the normal protocols of the facility were lessened at his approach. They had left quickly, destroying their communication and tracking systems on board their ships so they could not be tracked. Telepathy was used for ship-to-ship communication. He had his own internal realizations and transformations that he knew to be connected with something far greater than he. Understanding this, and my connection to the Ashtar Command and the Galactic Federation as commander of the New Jerusalem, he knew that their next step would be to contact me, however that was to be achieved.
Hard to Believe
They came straight here to contact me and ask for permission to board the New Jerusalem and join the Federation. He said I was the only one that could grant that permission. He knew it would be the beginning of massive changes within their domain. The whole thing made my head spin. Knowing of my celestial heritage did not make it any easier to manage on a conscious level. I wouldn't have dreamed this scenario in a thousand years, yet here it was in my face. So, I did what I felt anyone perceived to have that authority would do... I gave permission, with stipulations. It was time to bring the regions of time and space together as ONE. By this time I had been engaged in this conversation for nearly an hour. The whole time I had my friend stand at his feet and redirect the energy from his feet into the ground as I sat at his head and sent energy through his crown, into his body and out his feet in order to stabilize his condition.
I left shortly after wondering what the heck had really just happened. It was not a lucid dream. It was waking consciousness. It was the middle of the afternoon! A couple of hours later she called again, relating that she was able to see nearly a hundred more of them at first, in between the office and the back of the bleachers. They gradually disappeared in small groups and the last were about to leave. She thanked me for the help and said that had she not witnessed it herself, it would be one of those wild stories you hear about that no one knows if they are true or not. As I said before, don't believe a thing I've said here. Its all just a story... or is it?
YO...DA!
Some weeks later, I called out to Hurley just to see if the connection was still there. As his energy entered a few moments later, it was more intense than nearly anything I'd experienced. It was so strong that if I had been of a fearful nature, it would have made me so afraid that I would have hidden somehow. I felt like one feels when a near-miss occurs and your adrenaline rushes with the sudden burst of fight or flight energy of fear. I can understand why many humans do fear them and concoct all kinds of stories to corroborate that fear. They are pretty intense... or rather ugly intense as far as looks go, although they aren't as ugly as some I've seen. At any rate, he informed me that things were well underway in the negotiations to bring their race into harmony with the ONE. He stated that in every progression of time and space, there comes a time when all things must honor their uniqueness and sameness simultaneously, establishing an 'order' of coexistence, cooperation, and communion. We both weren't sure about the human race being able to get over their own misconceptions of truth. Nevertheless, we acknowledged our allegiance to service to others in accordance with the ONE. Love is eternal and all things come to pass to example that love. Either you believe it or you don't. I grow tired of those who constantly look for deceit and dissention. Hopefully this story will help to align your heart and mind with the ONE.