In 1987 a dream appeared, or was it a dream? I was in an elevator, or was it that? A beautiful woman was there, dressed in an iridescent pastel tweed suit reminding me of Coco Chanel. She was petite, like me. Short curly amber hair rested on a heart shaped face with light hazel eyes shining amusement. I would later name her The French Lady because in that whole year with her she always wore that same Coco Chanel-like suit. I never learned her name. Or, maybe upon waking after a year with her, I didn’t remember.
Her first words to me in the elevator: “You need help!” her eyes declaring this to be the most fun fact in the universe. Her delight in everything would become catching and I learned in that year to laugh at myself, all with accepting love, or almost. I was not as accomplished a soul as she by millions of years, or so it seemed. Her kindly laughter would banish any anxiety or sense of limits – like the proverbial Cosmic Joke I never could get. Well, until I finally did!
She took me to a kind of hangar, then into a domed enclosure with walls of metal-like radiance and pastel hues. Then I knew I was in another world: magical, mystical, mysterious and beautifully felt. To say it was “otherworldly” does not quite describe the different feeling of a place where virtually everything is not only OK, but fun.
The French Lady told me she would be my personal mentor. A small spartan room appeared furnished only with a little chest and a cot, but not just any cot. This one bent to shape the body in soft embrace. She showed me how to use my mind to make the back wall lit or dark, transparent or solid. When transparent, I gazed out to see the passing galaxy. Am I on a starship?
I would be there for an earth-year of experiences, she said, assuring me that it wouldn’t matter back home as only a few Virginia minutes would pass. She immediately began the “lessons” that would help my obvious need. But what exactly was that need? I didn’t know.
I was put in classes with other human beings, mostly young adults and some children – all wearing their earth-race bodies. Dressed in the traditions of their cultures on Earth, they were a colorful lot. One young boy, maybe 15 years old, stood out. He was tall, husky, Asian, with the aura of strength and confident leadership, his dark eyes piercing but kind. I sensed an Earth destiny of power and influence – a paradigm transformer. Any anxious thoughts about Earth’s struggles vanished in his presence.
The classes were conducted by historians, psychologists and scientists – all talking about the energy dynamics of earth and how to navigate the strong polarities of the 3rd dimension. They spoke of the current matrix created by the strong intentions and thoughts by some, and subconscious acquiescence by many. Much of what they spoke about I did not then understand, so much so, I wondered why I was there?
In contrast, The French Lady’s lessons were very simple and mostly consisted of practice in conscious focus and observation similar to mindfulness. Though simple, I failed almost all her assignments. Once she sent me on a trip to another place where lessons were taught. I traveled on a train-like conveyance with a window view of the quick passing fields, forests and lakes. At the other “school” I came to a classroom and made the intention to observe every little thing. I put my mind on alert observance determined to finally succeed.
In the classroom were many human students and a handsome 40ish human man teaching social studies including Earth’s politics and customs. He seemed to be kindness itself as he lectured and showed us holographic pictures of activities and meetings on Earth. I was intrigued and really focused to be present and remember everything. I was confident my observations would pass the test
On my return, The French Lady met me. I told her all about the class, the subjects, the questions. I even counted the number of students and what some of them wore. Then she began asking questions:
What color were the teacher’s eyes?
How many doors opened into the room?
What color were the walls?
What number was on the door?
And on and on,
I could answer none of them. I failed yet another test as she laughed with me as if my performance was the most delightful child-game we could imagine.
After many other tests, she informed me it was time to leave and go back to Virginia. Her second-to-last test was at a reception of dignitaries I assumed were administrators and teachers. All were beautiful and full of light. They were of different and strange races. They all knew and liked The French Lady and were obviously her colleagues
I was offered a delicious pink liquid served in a triangular-shaped shallow cup with wide opening. My assignment was to mix and mingle with everyone, while not spilling a drop from my cup. Piece of cake, I thought.
I failed that one too!
As always we laughed and laughed. She could be so delightfully entertained by things I thought either “good” or “bad” but she saw it all as the same fun. Her laugh was full of amused acceptance. She seem far more advanced than I in every way. But she always regarded me with what felt like a reverent admiration I still don’t understand.
The next day she brought me to a hangar housing many craft. Before leaving she said with a laugh, “Ok, one more test.” She pointed to holographic pictures in the air. In a large city on Earth, I saw falling buildings, much commotion and loss of life. I was horrified.
“How can I help this?”
“What should I do?”
“Tell me! What am I supposed to do?
With a laughter more delightful than any so far, she simply said:
“Something!”
It would be many years before I figured that one out.
And later I also finally got the cosmic joke!
And what is the meaning of her answer, Something!? I finally saw that it meant to engage in life, do something, anything; and that will lead to experiences in consciousness, adventures that wizen us, temper us for even more incredible knowings.
And what is the Cosmic Joke? Very simple. We are all in touch and are omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent emanations of the ONE presence. But, we are pretending limitations in order to have experiences that only forgetting will allow. So, we are like God who acts like it’s not God/One/Source. Like accomplished actors on a cosmic stage, to those who know, it is hilarious.
The one thing about The French Lady I will always remember is her delightful and freeing humor. In her laughter was deliverance, fun, a sureness that everything that happens is meant and is Love itself.
When I “woke up” from this experience, I was at home in Vienna, Virginia on a normal workday. It felt like I had been away a year. I had to remember what to do and where things were that I needed. And later at the office, my assistant had to remind me what I said to a client “yesterday” and what needed to be done “today.”
Was I on a Pleiadian starship as I now suspect after reading other similar accounts? I don’t know for sure, but I do know The French Lady’s presence was with me for over a year back here on Earth. I would call to her when in confusion about things and I immediately feel her presence.
On one occasion, I suddenly realized a colleague was emotionally manipulating me. “What should I do, how do I cure this?” I asked. Immediately feeling her presence and in my mind hearing her laughter (that cosmic joke again!). She said, “Do nothing! Just see it clearly and take it into consideration in your plans.”
That would be the best advice anyone ever gave me. Ah, it is not my mission to change anything or anyone. The universe takes care of that. I just need to see things clearly and use this clarity of discernment to plan my own journey. For example, If I owned a store, I would not assign an alcoholic to monitor and stock the wine cellar. I would give him another job.
And, I also now know why she said “You need help.” Yes, I needed her lessons in simple mindfulness as I wore non-discerning rose-colored glasses most of the time and this included my own mind and behaviors.
Just another note, this “dream” was more vivid than any experience I have ever had. It was not like a typical hazy dream with characters who turn into other things with no linear progression. This was like life here, but more so!
And, I’m still getting insights from my year of experiences at a place somewhere elsewhere I long to visit again.
Note: This article is a shortened version of a chapter in my forthcoming book, The Day I Disappeared. In the chapter about this experience are many other details of the “ship”, the classes and the occupants. There is so much more to say. This is just a glimpse.
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