Ellie's Adventures at Pyramid Lake and Black Rock Desert

Pyramid Lake, Nevada

The Billet and the Pyramid

In 1988 I attended a gathering with other psychics, in Brooklyn. These were the days I spent one Saturday each month doing readings at the psychic fairs in Long Island, meeting people like medium, John Edward, who was just starting out and would go on to do important things in helping people heal and understand there is more than the physical experience.

At this gathering, we decided to do billet readings for each other. One of the woman, Sue Schwartz, from Long Island, had been a professional psychic and astrologer for many years. Sue received my billet (my identity unknown to her until later) in which I had written the question, "What is my mission?"

Later, when Sue opened my billet, and I identified myself, the information was as follows. She held up the image below and told the class that I was connected to a pyramid in a desert that might be in Egypt or in another place. Sue was very into aliens, having had her own sightings in Long Island, NY, where she lived. She was into the astrological sign Libra, writing a book on the subject, stating that those who had Libra as their Sun, Moon, or Rising, had special mission.

The symbols at the top left, and the 'bow tie' above the mountain, speak to me of:

The Inscribed Stone Arch, or Gate Archetype goes to all things linked with the word 'arch' especially megalithic monuments carved in time, such as Stonehenge and other stone gates found in the Middle East and Mesoamerican architecture going back for millennia. Arch also goes to 'Arc' and Sacred Geometry - the archetype or blueprint of the human grid program.

Sue asked if I had Libra in my chart. I am 27° Libra (DOB: 02/17/43 Brooklyn 11:25 PM - War Time) on the ascendant (rising), and that to me Libra means restoring balance to the human experiment at the end of 'time'.

Sue next said that she saw aliens around me and my destiny had something to do with ET's or beings from higher consciousness. I would have to find this pyramid and do something within it. When I got there, I would remember what to do.

At that in my life I had wanted to retrace my 1954 experience in the Nevada desert when I was 'taken' or 'beamed' aboard a diamond shaped 'UFO' and met Z and his female counterpart (duality).

Back in those days, without the Internet to guide my way, the time to access information would take longer.

Lessons Learned

In 1988 I taught art in an elementary school to third grade students. In a creative writing assignment I had the children create stories with images about imaginary places. Using crayons or pencils they drew their images, until everyone was finished. Then one by one, each child stood in front to the class, showed their drawing, and creating a little story about it.

Eight year olds have great imagination and tell stories reflected from their dreams, things they've experienced, (as most of us do and put to narrative), or from that unknown place many of us go to while in meditation, hypnosis, or out of body experiences.

One boy drew a picture of the moon and a UFO landing there with 'gray' aliens. I asked him if he had learned about the Grays on TV or the movies, but he said he had never heard of them, just saw them in his dreams. He said they live on the moon in ships that can come together as one big ship, or separate into little ships, and that they sometimes come to Earth in the small ships. Their real home was far, far away in a place he could not name.

An Asian girl named Shuk, drew the picture below.

Shuk told the other students that the brown object was a pyramid in the water, in a special place that I would visit. She saw me in the water walking to the pyramid.

After school, I stopped at a local travel agency to get information about a summer trip I had decided to make to Nevada to retrace my 1954 experience.

The travel agent gave me a brochure with these images ...

The image bears a close resemblance to the pyramid the child drew.

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

Visiting Pyramid Lake

That summer I visited Pyramid Lake. I rented a car and drove to Pah Rah Ridge, my only GPS being Z. Suddenly I found myself staring down at one of the most beautiful lakes I have ever seen, the photo above, not doing it justice.

I drove along the dirt roads that surrounded Pyramid Lake at the time, on my way to the Pyramid Rock in the water (great metaphor). Occasionally I stopped to climb onto some rocks and experience the energies. Finally I reached my destination, the rock in the water, Shuk had drawn.

The Pyramid Rock looked like a large monolithic stone. I parked the car, climbed out to the stone and sat down. The day was clear, nature and spirit in balance, as I sat there alone, no one around for miles. I had come a long way in hopes of some physical manifestation or sign, but other than the energies of the moment, none were had. Still the energies were strong and Nevada, especially desert areas, have always been part of this lifetime and others.

I closed my eyes and telepathically connected with the energies of the Great Pyramid, experiencing an initiation taking place within my body. I saw a merge, as if yin/yang but different, with red on the right and black on the left and a strange spiral symbol in the middle. Everything would come into balance (Libra) for me and perhaps for the universe. I knew I would have to journey to the Great Pyramid for more answers, but not at this point in my life.

Later, I went to a small convenience store, the only store in the area, and had lunch. I met several of the local Paiute Indians, who were basically stand-offish towards me. I finally found one man who took me aside and was willing to talk, as long as I turned off my camcorder. I had video taped everything to this point.

He spoke to me about strange government activities hidden within the mountains we were looking at, camouflaged from the rest of the world, in which he had worked for several years on secret government projects. Apparently there are many more secret underground government facilities in the US than is known, that are allegedly linked to UFO retrievals and research. He had been there and seen proof as had many of his people since the 1940s. He offered to try to get me into one such place, but I got scared and chose not to go, knowing I would never get in.

The last thing Charlie said, as we parted company was,

I left Pyramid Lake feeling complete with the experience and drove back to my hotel in Reno.

Black Rock Desert


Photo from this website

Still searching for my hidden truths, and evidence of alien visitors which somehow seemed linked, I set out the next day to Black Rock Desert.

Stopping for gas, I met a man named Charlie, also born in 1943, 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.

Charlie 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.

Charlie mentioned also having had 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 wherever spirit guided us so that I might find clues and remember more about when happened to me in 1954. There is a romanticism about such an adventure, meant only to last in that moment in time.

The next morning Charlie and I met 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.

We passed a military base, stopping outside to look through the fence, like characters in an action adventure film, to psych if there was a connection to my being there in 1954. The trail was cold.

We spend the day sightseeing and talking about our lives and projected destinies.

In the late afternoon, we visited Charlie's friend, the chief of a local tribe, who was our age. They had been friends for years. He and his wife welcomed us to their home which seemed simple on the outside, but was amazingly well decorated within.

Though the man was friendly, his conversation went on and one about politics, my least favorite subject (yawn ... bring on the spiritual stuff). 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 about Native American prophecy. This men seemed to know nothing in that regard - or nothing he cared to share with a white woman from NYC. I knew what his answer would be ... another soul who, though believing himself to be spiritual, did not walk the path as I would have liked him to embrace it.

An hour later, Charlie and I took our leave and drove into the mountains to discover whatever ... The sun was setting behind the mountains as we drove closer. We stopped 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 journey, sadly 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.

Charlie 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.

I 'saw' the UFO and remembered being inside with the boy who was my age, the one who said nothing, just sat there with me watching. Was he Charlie? We couldn't be sure as he did not remember being taken.

I saw my journey linked with the letter 'M', which I drew with my hand in the air. 'M' can signify 'man'. Reversed, the M is a W for woman, the balance of nature. M and W joined together, then rotated 90 degrees, create the hourglass of time, the sands of time, as we stood in the desert.

There were no further messages, so we got back in the car and drove off into the sunset.

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

We all have a back-story that sends us on a journey to find out who we are. My story began when I was age 11, in the year 1954, when I was 'taken' and shown the reason I am here ... and now the hologram of reality shows itself to me in the panorama of the desert in the sands of time.

My quest continues ...

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