VISITORS FROM HIDDEN REALMS

Discover the connection between UFO visitors and shamanic lore! Brent Raynes' stunning book—intro. by Brad Steiger.

Last Announcement:

Meet Priscilla Wolf and Brent Raynes

at Colorado’s UFO Watchtower Conference!

That’s right, join them and hear their exciting talks in person at the UFO Watchtower Conference on August 9 and 10, 2008. The UFO Watchtower is located 22 _ miles north of Alamosa, Colorado, on Highway 17. Camping is available at the Tower for $10 per night. Cost for the conference is $25 per person with advance registration, or $30 at the door. Reservations can be made by calling 719-378-2296 or by mailing the fee to: UFO Watchtower, P.O. Box 522, Hooper, CO 81136. Web address is: www.ufowatchtower.com. Direct emails to: ufowatchtower@yahoo.com.

Priscilla Wolf’s Grandmother Matilda Fernandez Trujillo, “Little Woman”

The forgotten Apache orphans…and a sleeping prophet

Part Two

“Grandmother spoke about this sleeping prophet who she had seen in dreams and who did materialize to her,” Sister Wolf recalled. “She thought that it was an angel from God, but then she believed in UFOs and other worlds and the Sky People she called Star People.”

“Grandmother Matilda became a great healer and could cure illnesses like mental problems. Once I helped in a healing. I was being taught to heal and would someday follow in her footsteps she said. An Anglo family came from back East, who had heard of an old Indian woman that healed in the San Luis Valley of Colorado. They had a daughter who was very young and had a mental problem. Grandmother said she had other souls in her. In one bedroom she used all white sheets and she brought the girl in and prayed over her. She never touched her. This went on for one hour. That girl was healed. Her folks were relieved and happy. They asked how much for the service and she pointed to her basket by the door. ‘Whatever you feel it’s worth to you all.’ It was these beginnings and several healings that I attended.”

“Grandmother was also a dream healer whose spirits would appear to her and help her heal people.”

“Grandmother didn’t know if this sleeping prophet was real or not, but to her he was not from this world. But my quest in traveling took me to Virginia where I started dreaming about this man who claimed he was from that area, or maybe close by. I mentioned it to my German father-in-law. Henry said, ‘That’s Edgar Cayce!” He took me to a town where people claimed he had lived at. I don’t remember the town’s name but after that I became closer to this spirit that claimed he was the sleeping prophet. I got books to read about him and seen his photo, and it was him who I and grandmother were seeing. Why would a man of that knowledge appear to an Apache orphan and her granddaughter? He was our angel but he wasn’t the only one that started to appear.”

“I believe the connection to Edgar Cayce was an opening to others to visit me. I never was afraid. I was protected, in many ways, from harm and illness. Cayce was the man that appeared to my grandmother since 1901 to 1972 and to me from 1964 to 1977, in spirit form and like human form. But what was strange is he spoke our language. He seemed to know a lot about Indians. In San Luis Valley, Colorado there are gates to other worlds. Many Indian and Hispanic people refuse to speak to the outside world because this is sacred grounds to us and it’s a place of many miracles, like the Virgin Mary appears in this area. Grandmother used to say that not everyone who dies leaves the world to go to the next. Those with power stay and can materialize back and forth. She comes to me in human form as grandpa does, in dreams and when awake. I plan to do the same when I die. I will come back to help people and come as a white wolf.”

“They are no different to me than you and me talking. What is so beautiful is the knowledge that you learn from it, from teacher guides, like when one of my artist friends die they still continue in my life and teach me art. It’s free teaching and they have time for me, so I use their knowledge to succeed in what I do. When I lived in Virginia my grandfather who died in 1962 came to me in 1968, in human form with my cousin who died in Georgia. They had coffee with me and seen my daughter, a few months old then, and they blessed her. My friend, my little blue man, Meuhx Terze, was there, but not in the same room. This is when my grandfather told me that my grandmother was dying of cancer.”

“Paul Twitchell, a spiritual leader, started the Eckankar. It was in the 1960s that my quest led me to this group. I became very powerful in Virginia. My eight years there I met some wonderful spirit guides. I started to soul travel a lot and go places I had never been to in the human body. My favorite was a small corner café in Italy that I would go have tea with a couple I met at Eckankar in Helena, Montana in 1977. Another quest travel of mine.”

“In the 1960s, I met a spirit guide in dreams and visions who would appear to me. My little blue man. He was about four feet tall, dressed in a purple robe, and a teacher of higher up spiritual teaching.”

“My little blue man talked a lot about God. He brought me closer to believing God was real!”

“I was in Virginia Beach, sunbathing. It was fourth of July week, and the beach was full of people. I had pulled my hat over my face when I heard a man’s voice. “Don’t remove your hat. You can’t see he,’ he said. ‘I’m Meuhx Terze from another planet!’ He said, ‘I have come to help you through your period of life here.’ I removed my hat and looked, and no one was there! What an experience, I thought. I knew I heard his voice and name, so I wrote it down. No one would ever believe me anyway. So I went back to my Vinton, VA home and forgot about it. It was about a week later, I heard him call my name very clearly. He was in my home and he was preparing me for his presence.”

“My little blue man was so neat! His name was Meuhx Terze, and I had eight years of teachings from this 500 year old spirit. I found some books in Roanoke, Virginia about spirituality, and Eckankar. I attended a meeting with their group and they said it was not Meuhx Terze. Nothing like I described him, I was told. It was a spiritual guide that Paul Twitchell talked about and is listed on the web site of Eckankar as Rebazar Tarzs, a 500 year old guide who wore purple robe. Meuhx spelled out his name and he was blue skinned. Once I asked where do you come from and he said from an old planet you call Mars. Because of war with the black planet we left many of us ended up on earth.”

“He said he had others to visit and when he felt I needed him he would appear once again. He has only come once to New Mexico to visit me in a dream. He said our state looked a lot like his planet, the beautiful desert. In my quest in life, I have lived in 29 states. I have studied Edgar Cayce, Brad Steiger, Sybil Leek, Jeannie Dixon, Pauline Saltzman who wrote The Strange and the Supernormal, and Paul Twitchell’s Eckankar. I was a member of Eckankar for many years, but after a fall out with a member, he said I needed to study the books, and I said, ‘I don’t need books. My spirit guides teach me.’ So that was the end of Eckankar. I tried to be part of ARE, but they are too far to learn more about the healings to be better at my work. My best healer of all times, for me, was Jethro Kloss’s book in 1939, Back to Eden. He did sixteen printings up to 1968.”

From Alaska:

Allegation of a boy kidnapped by “little people”

Aileen Garoutte came up again (as she often does) with another thought-provoking news story. This one from Alaska, concerning a young boy allegedly abducted by “little people”! Scroll down and read it for yourself, and then check out my follow-up with the news reporter and what he had to share.

FROM THE ANCHORAGE DAILY NEWS

'Little people' e-mail zips through rural Alaska

MIKE DUNHAM / AROUND ALASKA

Published: May 31st, 2008 11:11 PM

Last Modified: May 31st, 2008 03:04 AM

An intriguing e-mail hit Bush Alaska in May. In it, a hunter from Marshall recounted how he found a boy alleged to have been abducted by the ircenrraat.

Ircenrraat (singular: ircenrraq; say "irr-chin-hhak" with a harsh hh and you're getting close) are a recurring theme in traditional Yup'ik teachings and legends, "little people" who dwell in the tundra, usually underground. They disorient, discomfort and trap unwary humans.

City folk usually dismiss ircenrraat as superstition. Those who have lived in Yup'ik country for any period of time tend to be a little more inclined to listen. For one thing, the stories are persistent and often come from respectable observers. For another, when you're by yourself in the middle of nowhere, things happen that are hard to explain.

For instance, a few years back, on a very remote solo kayak trip in the lower Yukon region, I swear I heard rocks tossed in my direction by unseen hands or whatever. Big rocks. Whoosh. Plunk. Weird. A little scary -- and not particularly on target, assuming they were trying to hit me. A close inspection of the presumed point of origin showed no evidence of anything. There was nowhere for anything bigger than a squirrel to hide. I can't say it was an ircenrraaq, but neither can I absolutely refute those who suggest it was.

Yup'ik descriptions of the "little people" resemble those in widespread stories shared by many cultures around the world. A conference on such creatures is held every year in Twisp, Wash.

Advertisement

Though accounts of sightings or of inexplicable events attributed to ircenrraat are common in Western Alaska, they seldom receive wide circulation outside the area.

The Internet age changed that.

I called Nick Andrew Jr. in Marshall, whose e-mail started the latest excitement. He intended it as a private message to a family member, he said, and was a little disconcerted that it got forwarded far and wide.

He confirmed the details, however, and gave me permission to use his name, requesting that I keep other names out of print.

Andrew was on a snowmachine hunting birds the evening of May 7, some distance out of town -- three hours away if you had to walk it, he estimated. Preparing to return home, he decided to check a different location on a hunch.

"Stopping to look, I saw a small boy all alone in middle of the marsh," he said.

He recognized the child as a boy from the village. "I asked him where's his dad or hunting partners? I grilled him with questions of who he was with and if he was alone. He was scared and had been crying. All his answers were 'I don't know.' "

He described the boy as "disoriented, dazed, confused and scared" with "no concept of time. He did not appear tired, nor was he hungry or thirsty."

But the lad was lucky, it seems. He was found in a spot frequented by large tundra brown bears.

Andrew took the boy home, noting that there were no footprints in the spring snow to indicate anyone had walked into the area. He found that puzzling. He counted at least 10 other snowmachiners in the neighborhood, none of whom had spotted the boy.

After getting the boy back to the village, he left his VHS radio on overnight, in case some other hunter reported a missing child. No one did.

"It wasn't until the next day that the story started emerging that he'd had what you'd call an out-of-the-ordinary experience," he told me. "He'd had some missing time, just like people who report being abducted by UFOs."

The boy said he was "brought into" Pilcher Mountain, a site often associated with ircenrraat encounters. There, he was questioned and saw other "little beings."

"He said he made contact with a little girl abducted over 40 years ago," Andrew said. "She told him who she was and she wanted help."

After that the ircenrraat decided to release the boy. "And that's when he came to, I guess, a few minutes before I found him."

Andrew maintained calm perspective about the experience. "Is this kid telling the truth?" he said, leaving the answer open-ended.

Responses to the e-mail, by the time it was forwarded to me, treated the news with gravity. "Ladies, please share with your husband/partners," read one forwarder. "Please tell your children about Ircinraqs (sic) and their deceptiveness," said another. "Thank God (he) found this little boy alive."

If you have an experience with ircenrraat that you wouldn't mind sharing, e-mail mdunham@adn.com. Confidentiality will be observed and nothing will be used without permission.

Find Mike Dunham online at adn.com/contact/mdunham or call 257-4332.

My Follow Up

Soon after reading the above story, I emailed Mike Dunham, the editor for life, arts and entertainment for the Anchorage Daily News, who responded:

“Hi Brent; I haven’t followed up on the e-mail story. The boy’s family isn’t interested in commenting further, but others tell me he’s fine. The girl would have still looked as she did 40 years ago, as I understand it. Time gets suspended, like in the supposed alien abductions. One oft-told story from Chevak involves kids who went out trick-or-treating, or the Cup’ik version thereof, and disappeared. Twenty (20) some years later, they all popped up again, still kids.

Or so goes the story.

There was a long-missing girl who may or may not have been the one the boy said he met. I was told her name by a couple of Marshall folks, but asked not to repeat it.

Lot of response on this. Several people outside Alaska have written to me about having rocks tossed in their direction by unseen hands.

Thanks for reading. MD”

Two New Books

Sister Wolf has two new books just out (go to: www.e-booktime.com; www.amazon.com; and www.BarnesandNoble.com ). They are entitled God’s Gospel Singers and Wolf Ghost Stories. Look for these titles under the name Priscilla Garduno Wolf.