Anne Strieber writes about Suzanne in her diary

Anne Strieber

I recently had the pleasure of joining Anne Strieber for some much needed "coffee talk", and I shared with her a part of my life that has taken me to here. It truly is amazing to me, and apparently amazed her as well as she wrote about it in her diary at Unknown Country. You can read the story, linked HERE.

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Random Alien Brain Drop. The Witching Hour

As far back as I can remember, I have always had things happen to me, or around me, that were amazingly coincidental.  I thought it funny, that certain events would spontaneously include someone from my past that I hadn't seen in years, or when I would think about someone, randomly, they would call me within minutes after thinking of them.

What does all this mean?  Synchronicity.  Is it precognitive?  

I have often wondered if my psychic ability is the direct result of my contact from otherworldly beings.  The more I research this phenomenon, the more I believe that it could be true. Could the telepathic exchanges occur because they tap into areas of the brain that world normally remain dormant?  The following experiences stand out the most in my memory, and they lead me to believe that I am correct.

When I was 19 years old, I was living at home with my parents, and was working at a local computer firm.  I had a very vivid dream one night where I felt as if I was a silent observer, as if watching a movie.  The scene before me took place on a golf course at night.  The moon was bright, and its light shone on the dewy manicured greens.  

I heard a car's engine in the distance, approaching me.  It's headlights shone on the grass, and I turned to my right to see a small car driving on the golf course.  The car was small, about the size of a Volkswagon Beetle.  The engine revved, and the car went squirrely.  I heard laughter, as if the occupants were obviously on a joy ride.

The golf course was full of little hills and mounds, and the driver decided to drive up one particular hill, and stop at the crest.  The engine revved, and the car screamed down the hill.  The grass was very wet, which provided no traction.  The car slid sideways, and when the driver tried to brake, it caused the car to do a 180, and they slammed into a tree.

I witnessed this whole thing.  The passenger side of the car had been T-boned by a tree.  I saw the driver get out of the car, and he was screaming.  The passenger, his girlfriend, had died on impact.

I woke up, and gasped for air as if I had been holding my breath underwater.  I felt like my dream was a horrible scene from a movie. I gathered myself together, and got ready for work.

While eating breakfast, I read the local paper, as usual.  What I saw before me, was beyond my comprehension.  A young local teenage couple went joy riding in a local golf course, and had hit a tree, fatally injuring his girlfriend.  I shut the newspaper, and told my mother about my dream.  She said that it was purely a coincidence, but I knew for a fact that I was there, at the scene, when it happened.  We never spoke about it again.

My second experience with the psychic dream phenomenon happened in 1993, when my oldest daughter was one year old.  I was going through a divorce from her father, who was Mormon.  I had converted to the religion so we could be married, and I subsequently became very involved in the church teaching music and Sunday School.

I had always been surrounded by members of the Mormon church as far back as I can remember. My mother worked for a irrigation company, and I used to babysit the owner's children quite frequently.  They were such amazing children, and very well behaved. My very first boyfriend in eighth grade, Benjie, was also a Mormon.  

At the time of my divorce, I was working as a hairdresser at a local hair salon, and raising my daughter as a single parent.  One night I had an extremely vivid dream that Benjie came to visit me, and he was wearing denim coveralls and a white T-shirt.  I hadn't seen him since he moved to Idaho in his freshman year of high school, so when he appeared in my dream I was so happy to see him again.

I opened my arms to him, and said, "Benjie, it is so good to see you again"!  I ran over to him and gave him the biggest hug.  It was real as anything, as if it was really him there and I was really hugging him.  And then I woke up.

The next morning I got ready for work, thinking about Benjie.  I went to work and I started to tell my first client about the dream that I had and how real it was.  As I was rolling her permanent, I looked out the window and saw one of my friends who attended the Mormon church with me, and he gave me a smile and mouthed to me,"Be right back".  He was a musician, and he was returning some equipment to the music store next to the salon.

Ten minutes later, he walked into the salon to say hello.  After chatting for about five minutes he said, "Hey, do you remember this guy'?  He walked to the door and opened it, and in walked Benjie!!! He was wearing blue denim coveralls, and a white T-shirt!!!  I looked at my client and said that was Benjie from my dream, and I tried to control myself as this was beyond belief.  I excused myself from my client, put my arms out and said, "Benjie, it is so good to see you again".

The next precognitive dream happened in 1994.  I dreamed I was in England, in the 1600's.  I was in a huge ballroom, dressed in a ball gown, my hair upswept a la Marie Antoinette.  The music was of the period- harpsichord, violin and cello filled the room.  A man approached me, and when I looked at him I realized that this gentleman was one of my clients at the salon.  He bowed, and asked my permission to dance with him.  I obliged.

We waltzed around the room when all of a sudden my grandmother appeared, but she was not dressed in period clothing, but in current attire.  She came in between us and said to my dance partner, "You cannot dance with her- you're a married man"!  He apologized to her, and then to me.  He bowed to me, and left the ballroom.  I woke up thinking that was so crazy, like I was really there, in a different time period.  I got up, and got ready for work.

While on the highway driving to work, I looked in my rearview mirror to merge into the right lane to exit.  But when I did this I recognized the person in the car behind me.  It was Terry- my client from my dream!  How could that be?  Out of all of the people that were driving on the highway at that time, how could he be right behind me?

I exited the freeway, and turned right.  So did he.  I made a left at the next stoplight.  So did he.  I made a right into the parking lot where I worked.  He followed suit. At this point, I am in a PANIC! I exited my car and ran into the salon.

I ran to the receptionist's station, where our daily appointment schedules are kept.  Apparently, after I had left work the day before my first client at 9 am had cancelled her appointment, and Terry had called in and filled her spot.  

I had no way of knowing this as I had checked my books prior to my leaving, and Terry was not my first appointment.

Synchronicity- what is it?  These things don't only happen while I am dreaming, as they're happening more and more while I am awake.

If you are an experiencer,  I would be interested to hear if you have had any similar experiences to the precognitive dream phenomena, or in your everyday life as well.

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Random Alien Brain Drop Number 9...Number 9...Number 9...

For the past couple of weeks, things have been presented to me very quickly, and in very peculiar ways.  I came in contact with someone who is a fellow experiencer, after listening to his incredible journey in an online radio interview.  His experiences were very compelling, and he seemed very credible as his intuitions of coming world events were spot on, and he attributed his heightened psychic ability to his two near death experiences.

To say the conversations that ensued were very enlightening would be mild in comparison to how informative they really were, and I suddenly became that kind of information junkie who never stops asking more questions.  But, there were always more answers than I could wrap my head around.  I compare it to being in the Sahara desert, completely parched, and someone pulls up in a Sparkletts truck, with more water than you could consume.

During one of our conversations, about three hours into it he tells me that he is getting a message. He stops.  Then he says that he has goosebumps, and that "they" are giving him a message for me. I asked him who "they" were, and he says the ones who contact him.  The Pleiadians.  I sat there, completely stunned, nervously awaiting the message.  He tells me that I am going to be "international." and that I am going to go to different sites all over the world.   He then proceeds to tell me that I am going to be working on a certain project, which is exactly THE project that I am working on.  I am stunned.  There is NO WAY he could have known about this, as I never told him about it.  He then tells me directly, NOT the other project that I was thinking about prior to the second one.  Again, I am completely blown away.

He proceeds to tell me that I need to open myself to them, for they have many messages for me.
He instructed me to asked them, directly.  I went into the backyard, sat under the wind chimes, and did as I was told.

What happened next, was amazing.  Suddenly, my thoughts were not my own.  I felt as if a crowd of people were telling me things all at once, in unison.  I told them to STOP ( I actually think I said it out loud), and to speak one at a time.  They stopped, and they spoke to me in unison, but said the same thing, together.  The message that they gave me was posted in my previous blog, so if you scroll down, you can read it there.

Since that day, incredible things have begun to happen to me.  Synchronicity upon synchronicity, heightened psychic awareness, and precognitive dreams.  I am no stranger to these psychic dreams as during certain periods of my life I've experienced this, and they seemed to correlate to extremely active periods of visitations, and/or abductions.  

In the first dream, I felt as though I was whisked to another place, not here, but to another part of the world.  I "happened" upon the scene of a tour bus accident.  I was running to the bus, and as I did so I noticed that there were five other people running alongside me.  We all looked at each other as if we "knew" one another, but we shifted our focus back to the reason why we were there.  

The bus was laying on its side.  I don't exactly remember how I entered it, but I get the feeling that I just"appeared" inside of it. The bus was full of women and children, and I was immediately drawn to one woman in particular and her infant daughter.  She looked at me with complete desperation, and for some reason I knew that she didn't speak English.  She pleaded with me, telepathically, to please help her baby.  I looked down and saw that her daughter was wedged beneath the seat which had collapsed, and I proceeded to pry the seat off her, trying my best to keep from injuring her any further by doing so.

The child was wailing, and she had a gash on her chin and a bruise on her cheek.  I was able to free her, and when she was loose I helped the mother free as well.  I looked around to see where the other five people who entered the bus with me were, and I saw that they were all attending to the injured as well.  I scanned the interior of the bus to make sure that no one was gravely injured, or had succumbed to their injuries, and after assessing that everyone else didn't have any life threatening injuries I was suddenly whisked back home where I awoke in my bed.

I awoke completely shaken by what I had just experienced, and felt that it was SO REAL, that I was compelled to google "tour bus crash July 7 2011".  This is what I found.

http://www.thebulgariannews.com/view_news.php?id=129994

I have no idea what happened.  Was I sent there via astral projection? Did time overlap, or did I remote view this?  And who were the others that came there with me?  

The next night, I dreamed about a friend of mine, I'll call "Eddie".  Eddie is a "regular" patron at the bar where my boyfriend worked for nine years.  To put it bluntly, "Eddie" is a drug dealer, but I do not judge him, as he is what he is, and he genuinely is a nice person, and I have no reason not to like him.  I might not like what he does for a living, but that is not my journey.

In the dream, "Eddie" storms into my house, and I ask him what the heck is going on?  He says that the cops are after him, and that he is "holding", and asks if he can hide his stash in my house, which I refuse.  He pleads with me that he has a warrant for his arrest, and he cannot be caught with drugs, as it will violate his probation.  I refuse again, and he runs to the window, and peeks through the curtains.  The police car is out in the street, so he takes his stash, and throws it out the side window.

I woke up that morning, feeling as if that dream was again VERY real.  I think about it, and put it aside, and go about my day.  That night, I went to visit some friends for happy hour at the same bar that is "Eddie"'s hangout.  I walked in the back door, and I look across the room, and "Eddie" is putting money in the jukebox.  I walked over to him, and told him that i dreamed about him last night.  He asked me what happened, and I told him that I thought he needed to be very careful.  I said that I was having these psychic dreams lately, and in the dream he was running from the cops.  His jaw dropped.  He said that last night, he and his best friend had gotten into a fist fight, and that he looked across the street and saw a police car, so he ran to his neighbor's house to hide.  And as he was hiding, he peeked through the window, and saw that they were parked in front of his house!!!

Although these dreams took place last week, I am still trying to figure out what my role in all of this is.  Any thoughts?