I have been trying to figure out how to write about this
year's Dreamland Festival and having a hard time. Some
things happened there that were beyond the extraordinary,
and I just almost don't know where to begin. One thing: this
year, we recorded the parts of it that were not involved
with people's personal material, so it will be possible for
those who could not make it to hear and see some of these
presentations.
Here were the highlights for me:
William Henry is getting closer every day to understanding
the secret of transformation and how to communicate. In his
lecture, he offered a remarkably powerful analogy to what
happens in the chrysalis when the caterpillar transforms
into the butterfly--something we will need to do over these
next few years, or, in my opinion, risk extinction.
What happens in the chrysalis is that new cells appear that
will eventually become the butterfly--and immediately the
old cells attack them, reacting to them as if they are
intruders. But, in the end, the old always passes away, and
the butterfly prevails.
I think that is happening in human society right now. As the
planet dies, we are going into chrysalis mode. The old cells
attacking the new are things like the crazed dubunking of
the drones, UFO and close encounter denial, lies about the
crop circles, and clinging to the foolish notion that our
planet can continue to sustain us as we are--and the equally
foolish one that tinkering with its balance will somehow
save us.
Nothing will save mankind except a leap into a new state of
being. This is the message of Dreamland, Revelations,
Unknowncountry, and all the work that all of us are doing,
and William expressed it with striking eloquence during his
presentation.
Marla Frees: I am always skeptical of psychics and mediums,
as I think most people are. Based on our upbringing, how
could such things as mental telepathy and contact with the
dead possibly be true?
Well, they are true and Marla proved it to me this weekend.
First, as we drove to the airport together, we confronted a
huge parking lot that was apparently entirely full. I had
been driving around for about ten minutes when Marla
suddenly started giving me instructions--'take a left, go
down that row, take a right,' etc. She led us straight to a
parking spot that was also convenient to the shuttle
service. There was no way at all to see this from the car.
She did it using her abilities.
As her session at the conference started, she said to me and
Anne, 'Marilyn says that Sadie is fine but Walter is a
nightmare.' (Names changed to protect privacy.) Marilyn is a
friend who died a couple of years ago and Sadie is her
daughter, still a dear friend. We had no idea who Walter
was, but when we told Sadie about this, she did. It is the
name of a young man who has been interested in her.
We did not know this name. Marla did not know it. She could
have guessed, but of all the names in the world, what are
the odds that she would pick one at random that is of
importance to Sadie?
Once, I would have ignored something like this, but I do not
ignore it now. Marla is the real deal, and Marilyn used her
to communicate important information to her daughter in that
session.
The gallery reading that Marla did involved some misses, of
course, but more hits that were beyond coincidence, and she
was careful not to draw answers and talk in broad
generalizations.
To me, she provided ample proof of some very real abilities.
Not only that, I experienced an immediate sense of my dead
friend Marilyn that was quite startling. In fact, I came
away from the conference much more open to the presence of
the dead, just in general.
Jim Marrs rapid fired a group of so many different anomalies
and hidden realities in our political world that I was left
wondering if we might not be in the grip of a presence that
is designing our world according to its own ends, that has a
larger than human level of control over reality.
For example, he pointed out that four unnatural Kennedy
deaths, starting with Joe, Jr., whose plane exploded during
World War II to JFK, Jr., who crashed in 1999, all had
something very extraordinary in common. Specifically, they
all took place at the 16th hour of Sidereal time. Sidereal
time is calculated according to the movement of
constellations, not the sun, and is used by astronomers to
determine where to point their telescopes.
Statistically, the likelihood of this being chance drops
each time it happens again, and, with the last death, it
becomes essentially impossible that chance is the cause. But
what else is? As Jim put it so eloquently, "I don't know."
Neither do I, but he has certainly made me think.
And then we come to Anne Strieber. My wife has worked by my
side from the beginning, helping me, challenging me and
guiding me in what has been a very difficult journey. Many
women would have thrown in the towel long since, but she
continues right along, with her own ideas evolving and
changing constantly as she absorbs new findings.
She answered questions from the audience about their close
encounters, and did it in a way that is totally unlike what
one normally gets from UFO investigators. The investigator
community is very focused on creating a product, if you
will, that is believable. Therefore, they habitually try to
force the reports of witnesses to fit their theories, rather
than evolving their theories to fit the reports of the
witnesses.
With at least a couple of hundred thousand letters to draw
from, Anne does not do this. Instead, she uses her
encyclopedic memory to point out relationships between what
people are experiencing now and what has been reported before.
Listening to her do this, one gradually builds a new vision
of the experience as the genuine enigma that it is, and it
becomes clear that there is a truth out there that we are
really getting bad about ignoring. We're creating a folklore
about aliens visiting earth, but that might not be what's
happening at all.
And, in fact, as I sat there listening to her careful
detailing of the reports she has received, for example, from
people who see their dead friends and relatives with the
visitors, I realized in a whole new way the true power of
the shorthand that she and I have evolved between us: we
actually have no idea what the visitors are--and not only
that, we don't know what WE are, either.
As she spoke, I recalled Charles Fort's famous comment that
earth is "a barnyard," and I reflected that, with her clear
and questioning mind, she has gone to the fence and looked
out into the enigma of reality, and is reporting back to us
the truth: it's all different from what we thought.
Ah, and then there's Linda Moulton Howe and her
tour-de-force presentation on crop circles and drones.
That's right, the maligned, rejected and debunked drones.
(Rejected by the UFO community not because there is any
rationale to do so, but because they look too different and
therefore don't fit the established theoretical paradigm.)
While the drone phenomenon was unfolding, Linda had the
energy and intelligence to follow up with people who were
writing her and sending her pictures of the drones, and so
she has ended up with the one thing that none of the
debunkers care to mention: twenty-one eyewitness interviews
from around the country spanning a twenty year period.
So the objects are real. And now, it would seem, the Carat
document is, too. Why? Because there is an intricate
connection between the imagery it portrays and some of the
crop circles, and she explained this with convincing care
and great brilliance, which was why she received a standing
ovation.
But there's more. Incredibly, just before or just after her
presentation, one of the most
extraordinary
crop formations ever seen was laid down--and this formation
contains imagery that may be related to what Linda was
talking about.
In addition, much of the imagery in the formation consists
of small shapes punched in the wheat field from above,
without the slightest sign of any disturbed crop around
them. So the formation not only involves an apparent
acknowledgment of Linda's efforts, it is also virtually
impossible to dismiss as a hoax, except by people who are
officially inspired or, frankly, intellectually incompetent.
The next thing about the festival that amazed me was the
degree to which Dreamlanders are coming into contact. At
last year's festival, only one or two people came up to me
to report recent contact experiences. But this year was a
very different experience. People were reporting complex,
subtle and ongoing contact, including contact where there is
teaching involved and contact that is intellectually very
challenging.
This is of a piece with reports I have been receiving all
year from scientists, some of them quite prominent in their
fields, who are having interactions with the grays that are
directly germane to their work.
So, in sum, I guess what I could say about this year's
festival is that mankind is still firmly locked in the
chrysalis and still profoundly dependent on old ways of
doing things. But the cells that will become the butterfly
are growing more numerous, and it is with great happiness
that I can report that, for a couple of days last weekend, a
group of them clustered together on a pretty little campus
in Nashville, Tennessee, and shared a taste of the future
together.
