In 1988, while I attending psychic development classes, the other students and I would do Billet Readings for each other. One of the woman had been a professional psychic for many years. Her name was Sue. Sue received my billet asking about my work in metaphysics. Her answers seemed a bit strange to everybody - but not to me.

Sue explained that my destiny has to do with ET's or beings from higher dimensions. She said that she saw them clearly. I would have to find this pyramid and do something within it. I would remember how to enter the pyramid. At that in my life I had wanted to retrace the experience of 1954 in the Nevada desert when I saw met Z and saw the diamond shaped UFO.

In 1988 I taught art in an elementary school to third grade students. In a a classroom assignment I had the children create stories with images about imaginery places. Using crayons or pencils they drew their images, until everyone was finished. The one by one, each child stood in front to the class, and showed their drawing, creating a little story about it. One Asian girl stood up and showed the class her picture.

She also drew mountains on the right side.

She told told the other students that this was a pyramid in a special place and that I would go there. She saw me in the water walking to the pyramid. After school, I stopped at a local travel agency to get some information about Nevada - as I was not sure where to go. Remember, these were the days before everything could easily be searched and found on the internet.

The area in Nevada is called Pyramid Lake and was close to the area my mother and I had an encounter in 1954. This is the land of the Paiute Indians.

That summer I visited Pyramid Lake. While driving along a road in the mountains, I suddenly found myself staring down a one of the most beautiful lakes I have ever seen as I came over the Pah Rah Ridge. It was almost surreal.

I drove all along Pyramid Lake, my only company cows and other small animals. I climb on the rocks and experience the energies, especially that of the rock in the water, the little girl had drawn. Pyramid Rock looked like a large monolith stone, with very powerful energies at the time I visited. There was a feeling of connection with the energies of the Great Pyramid as I sat there meditating as if it was an initiation .. a journey back to 1954 seeing the UFO and meeting Z in the Nevada desert.

Later, I went to a small store and had lunch. I met several of the local Paiute Indians, who were basically stand-offish. I finally found one man who spoke to me about strange government activities hidden within the mountains, camouflaged from the rest of the world. in which he had worked for several years. "The time would come when people would learn the truth," he said, "but that would not be for many moons. "

Still searching for my hidden truths. mainly about my adventures in the area in 1954, I set out the next day to Black Rock Desert where I stopped at a gas station after I arrived. As life is a journey in synchronicity, I met a man, born the same year as me, who drove up to get gas at the same time. I immediately sensed that he had been sent there, or I had attracted him, to guide the next step of my journey.

He was a writer from Montana who had grown up in the Black Rock area. He had returned at this time to visit his father, after completed a table top book about Montana. There was an instant connection between us as we stood there talking. I generally do not talk to strange men, but this felt right. We talked about his work and my reason for being in Nevada at that time.

He mentioned having strange experiences in the spring of 1954, when he lived in Black Rock, at the same time I was there. As a writer, with his own intuitive abilities and metaphysical interests, he seemed intrigued with my journey, offering to meet me the next day and help me ... go where spirit guided.

We met the early the next morning for breakfast at a local diner. I left my rental car in the parking area then got into his car as we set off on an adventure to the mountains to find the place my mother and I had our experience in 1954.

We passed a military based, stopping outside the fence to psych if there was a connection to my being there in 1954. There was no that we could determine.

We spend much of the entire day, sightseeing.

In the late afternoon, we visited a friend of his, the chief of a local Paiute Indian tribe, our age, who had been his friend for many years. He and his wife welcomed us to their home which seemed simple on the outside, but was well decorated within. I am not one who likes to listen to men prattle on about the plight of their people, their issues and so forth, so after a while I addressed the reason I was there. I was hoping he could connect me with a tribal group or shaman to speak with prophecy. I knew what his answer would be ... another soul who though believing himself to be spiritual, did not walk the path as I would like to embrace it.

We took our leave and drove into the mountains to discover whatever awaited us there. The setting sun, in shades of pinks and reds was out of a movie as the sun was setting behind the mountains as we drove closer to them, finally stopping as I sensed a connection. Could this be the place I had been in 1954, with my mother? She had never spoken about the trip after we returned to NY, though she drew sketches and made notes about the adventure, eventually lost in time.

At setting sun, in tones of pinks and reds against the clear sky, bathed the desert and imposing mountains in light, lending itself to the experience as we got out of the car and walked around. The man video taped the experience as I stood there with my eyes closed trying to recapture the energies of an event 35 years before. We could feel Z's presence, as well as the spirits and guardians who belong to the area. Had I been part of an alien gray abduction encounter? Not that we could see. What I saw was my journey linked with the letter 'M', which I drew with my hand in the air. 'M' can signify 'man' and reversed is 'w' or woman. The M and W together, the rotated 90 degrees create the hourglass of time - the sands of time.

Reality is laced with many metaphors as we journey into the unknown to find clues to who we are and what our mission is. Always we are guided to the next ... that which takes us one step closer and ties the past, present, and future into One.

My quest continues. One day I will visit another pyramid ... in Egypt where more answers will be given.

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