UFO Magazine Article

This is an article I wrote for UFO Magazine published under the pen name, Sophia Larsen in their April/May Issue of 2004. Since then, I have said "to hell with!" It's time to drop my own cover-up and go public with my extra terrestrial encounters of a most diverse and unusual kind. I was contacted by an individual who knew of some of my experiences and after much contemplation agreed to appear on a Talk show, hosted by Ron Reagan along with another contactee, Stanton Friedman, Jacques Vallee, Buzz Aldrin and last but not least, the well known debunker, the late Philip Klass. Doctor Peebles told me some years back that I was bound and determined as a soul to understand the larger universe as family. That makes perfect sense to me.

Friends in High Places

It was late at night; I sat up in bed and stared at the two intruders in my bedroom. Their milky white skin and black luminous eyes caused the adrenaline to pump through my veins. The fear was paralyzing and it felt as if my heart was going to pound out of my chest. "You have nothing to fear" I heard telepathically as one walked towards me. As I swung my legs around to get out of bed, I heard the words of my spirit guide in my head. "You must meet them with equality the voice said. You must see yourself every bit as wonderful as they see you." At that moment, I made a very conscious decision to go with the wonder, the mystery and the awe of the experience.

We walked down the hallway with Norman, my basset hound leading the way. "Norman likes them..." I thought to myself as I observed his little tail wagging back and forth. We entered the living room and I caught a glimpse in my peripheral view of another, slightly shorter than the others who was standing by the doorway on my left. I felt a growing sense of wonderment and as I turned my head to get a better look at him, I felt a grin emerge on my face. "Greetings," he said telepathically. There were two more standing by the French doors that led to back yard, a total of five in my home. We walked outside.

The house shook with a jolt, the windows rattled and instantly I was jarred awake with my heart pounding. Either we just had an earthquake, I thought to myself, or a craft took off. That exact sensation was one that I would encounter over and over again as the experiences increased with rapid frequency. I thought back to the time when contact had begun.

It was November of 1989, I was living in the desert at the time, it was late at night the house was still and quiet and I was sitting on the couch staring at the vastness of the universe. The stars were magnificent, clear and bright, the silent questions endless, and I felt that all to familiar feeling of homesickness tug at my heart. "If any of you are out there and can hear my thoughts, I said silently, I'd love to communicate with you." More than a thought, it was a statement, a feeling, a resonance and it came straight from my heart. I never gave it much thought after that, however, contact began almost immediately and unfolded in a variety of bold encounters varied by species and experience.

My mother an avid believer, would have given her eye teeth to wave goodbye to the planet earth as she sped off in a craft towards another dimension. My brother once drew a cartoon of mom sitting in a UFO, a cup of coffee in one hand, a cigarette in another, smiling at two confused aliens who were engaged in telepathic communication. 'This earthling Zolatre said, calls herself "Nanni," and states that black holes are comprised of hair nets, coffee grounds and bobbi pins."

Mom read anything she could get her hands on, always had a pile of fate magazines next to her bed and persuaded me once as a teenager in the late sixties to drive her to a little church in which a documentary was being shown on the Roswell case, and the Psychic Surgeon from the Philippines. I remember viewing a picture that was projected on a screen of a strange little creature that two bewildered farmers held up by it's arms, posing for the camera with it's limp little body and drooping head... they were completely perplexed and dumbfounded, and I will never forget the look on their weather beaten faces.

1989 presented itself in such a way that for the first time, I began to thread together the sequence of events that began as a child of nine when a large craft hovered over our car in broad daylight. I was with my sister and her friend, and we were going to the beach that day. I remember getting out of the car, my sister remembered nothing. That sighting was followed by a year of nosebleeds, and progressed to very lucid dreams in my twenties and thirties, in which I would witness UFO'S at night flying at times in formation and without fail; their presence would ignite within me, excitement and fear. This I see now was a prerequisite to all that was to follow...upon my invitation.

To the greater than the lesser degree, my experiences have been positive...not all, but most of them. I am highly telepathic by nature; however, I cannot help but feel as if my conscious decision to redirect the energy from fear to fascination created the platform for greater communication to take place. Planet earth I believe is a school... the path not always easy, the lessons hard... and the more I have been able to shift my perspective from that of victim hood to creator, then all things in my personal universe begins to shift as well...even the way I engage other forms of life. I see things less from threat.

As a spiritual seeker, In my pursuit of illumination and understanding that "no man is an island entire of itself," all life is part of life, perhaps our mutual curiosity about how life expresses itself in it's multi-dimensionality is seeded by the same driving need... to feel that greater connection with all that is. There is a lot of magic in wonderment.