At age 18, I was bored and decided to buy some groceries around 10pm at night in south Colorado Springs. Not the wisest choice, being alone during the shopping trip.
Upon entering the store’s entryway, I noticed two men leaning against the wall. In my peripheral vision, I saw them look me up and down. I avoided eye contact and made my way up and down the aisles selecting the products I needed.
I noticed them at the end of one of the aisles, again staring at me. I, again, avoided eye contact and tried to appear confident. I was not feeling confident.
A few minutes later, I noticed them again. While checking out with my groceries, I saw them standing near the entryway, looking at me.
Ask for someone to escort you out, Tami
I’m sure my guides were telling me to ask for help with going to my car in the dark. I’m sure I wasn’t listening very well. At age 18, I wasn’t a great listener to advice.
I also tend to be under dramatic, when many times, action needs to be taken.
I walked by the two men near the doorway who continued to look at me and I continued to look ahead. Pushing the cart towards my car, I saw they began following behind me. I started to feel nervous. The lighting in the parking lot was dim.
What do I do? I’m all alone. Not one person is out here and it’s dark. I don’t want to scream.
I could hear them walking up behind me and it felt as if they increased their speed. I didn’t have my keys out yet. Something I always do now, along with never shop at 10pm by myself.
Out of the blue, a tall person, probably male, was in the parking lot walking towards the store. He was quite a ways away but had an empty shopping cart and was making noise with it, seemingly on purpose.
This scared away the two men and I rushed to my car, never looking at that person either.
I never found out who that mysterious ‘person’ was. A guide who took on physical form? A higher being who took on physical form?
I didn’t look back to see if he entered the building, nor if the men drove away. I just knew I was safe. To this day, I carry gratitude for the assistance and always a curiousity to exactly how energy works and manifests.
In August 2016, my husband, Robert, and I stayed in a one-hundred-year-old cabin near Beulah, Colorado. This was an interesting cabin. It had an electric stove and some dim lights, but no running water or bathroom. It was essentially camping with a bed, roof, and stove.
My aunt, Tina, had used an ancestor website to do some research on our ancestors on my paternal grandmother’s side of the family.
We were all surprised to learn that my great great grandmother, Lena, was full-blooded German. She came over to the United States with her siblings and mother, seemingly leaving the rest of her family back in Germany.
Upon arriving here she met an American man, married and had five children. Unfortunately, her husband left her for another woman and she died at the age of 47 while some of her children were still growing up.
What made this interesting was that Tina learned Lena’s grave was in Beulah. How Lena came all the way to Beulah, a tiny town even now, back in her time frame was a mystery. I wanted to visit her grave to see if she would appear and I could ask her questions. I wasn’t expecting another visitor…or two…or three.
To this day after that experience, I’m not so sure I want to visit graveyards anymore.
The town graveyard was decent. It was obvious the older headstones were not maintained and the newer ones were. Except for Lena’s grave. Her grave had many lilies planted in a circle around her grave. No one else’s older grave had flowers.
There were many unmarked graves as well, but Lena’s was well marked.We did notice a large hunting knife stabbed into the ground near her grave. A bit creepy?
I was visiting her grave with Robert and my family. Lena did not show up, but we walked around reading other headstones, enjoying a warm summer afternoon.
In our cabin, early morning (around 3am), I woke up and saw a male child standing at the foot of the bed. I acknowledged his presence and fell back to sleep. A few hours later, upon fully waking up, I heard, “Matthew, Matthew, Matthew.”
I’m betting that is his name. I should go back to the cemetery and see if I find his headstone.
Later in the day, walking the cemetery for a headstone with the name Matthew, I saw the same little boy’s spirit standing ahead and away from me.
“Matthew, show me your headstone.”
He pointed along one row. I walked to him where he remained and then he led me to one spot.
“But it’s not marked…let me keep walking and see if a Matthew shows up on a stone.”
I walked around more, never ONCE seeing a Matthew written anywhere. I found this strange since it’s a common name.
I looked back to the original spot and he was still standing there waiting patiently for me.
After walking back, I put my hand on the grave to feel the energy and allow it to form images in my mind. I figured I would see a child who was sick and poor perhaps. Too poor for his name to be etched into stone.
That’s not what I saw.
I was shown Matthew being grabbed by two large men. They were dragging him and he was screaming for help. He was wearing a stripped shirt and jeans. He had brown/auburn hair that needed a trim. He looked a tad dirty and getting more dirty as he was being dragged by these two seemingly angry men.
I knew they were going to murder him and I stopped watching.
“I’m so sorry Matthew…I’m sorry. You don’t have to be in pain anymore. There’s help…you always have help.”
His energy started shifting after he was able to tell someone about his murder. I asked him to stand next to his headstone and I took his picture with my phone.
I continued back to Lena’s grave and this time she was there. She expressed her anger and resentment. I could understand she was angry, but it became obvious she had not fully crossed over. I would continue to work with her especially after learning she is my spirit aspect.
I am my great great grandmother.
That night at dinner, I showed my father the picture I took.
“What do you see aside from a headstone?”
He focused on the photo and said, “There’s a boy there.”
“Matthew, he was murdered. I think he’s moving on now.”
That last night in the cabin more nonphysicals came to tell me how they were murdered. The picture they showed was death by drowning in some small body of water. It almost looked like a Baptism from long time ago. They were angry too….
The cabin itself wasn’t haunted, but the cemetery was! I later learned a nonphysical male followed me home…an angry male who was angry with Lena and wanted to take it out on me.
The next time you visit a cemetery, check your car for any folks who decided to hitch a ride with you…
January 2017 marks the second anniversary we began our investigative trips, beginning in Montauk, New York. When Tina, Andrea, and I embarked on our first adventure, we had no idea it would eventually involve seeing the torture and harm some extraterrestrials have been doing to people. Our work involves assisting children who have been experimented upon and tortured to their death.
Our latest trip involved helping children who were still caught in their pain of being harmed by ETs while in the physical and then still held captive in their pain while in the nonphysical.
We were led to Roswell, New Mexico. This was a location in which I did not have particular interest. Whenever I think of Roswell, I think conspiracy theories, hoax, and sensationalism. Did the events of Roswell even occur? Are the stories valid? And if it did happen, is it relevant to our investigations?
Previous to our investigations, I was not particularly interested in extraterrestrials. For me, they were neither here nor there. I knew they existed but they didn’t bother me. I had not yet seen ETs and have not seen UFOs as some have.
My interest was more in the realm of what people are doing to other people. What we have come to understand is that people are involved with helping ETs continue their own experiments and torture.
As always, we never really know what we will run into on our trips. What we do know is that we work together and our friendship solidifies our foundation of searching, helping, and exposing.
We made the necessary arrangements and rented a house with an alarm system. On a previous trip to Albuquerque, we had a physical intruder twice.
This latest trip to Roswell was no exception in seeing the link between government and extraterrestrials. The adventure began the first evening before we had even made contact with any children.
“Tami, do you see something there?” Tina asked.
I turned to the spot at which she was pointing.
“Yes…it’s a man. An angry man. A mental body projection, not a deceased person. He’s military or government.”
“Go away, you’re not wanted here,” he said.
“Wait, I want to record this on my phone. I’m writing a book,” I said.
I grabbed my phone to start recording and he became angrier.
“Do you think this is a joke?”
“No, no I don’t. What do you want us to know?” I said, while shrugging.
“You need to leave and you need to stop this nonsense. You’re not actually helping anyone. You realize that? You won’t find anyone, there’s no one here,” he said.
“If there’s no one here, then why are you here?”
Tina started laughing.
“Quit changing words, this is not a place for you to be. This is a warning.”
“We’re not leaving.”
“I warned you.”
He left the room and house.
“Why is he warning us?” asked Andrea.
“They like to intimidate. They’ve tried this before and they’ve broken into our space before. It still hasn’t worked and this won’t work. We will find children who are hurting and want to move on.”
More coming soon
Apparently, desiring to explore the grounds of a National Lab is frowned upon.
I had read online there were some abandoned buildings in the vicinity of the National Laboratory. Maybe they were on the same property? I knew the Lab was secure, and had guards, so what would it hurt to just see if we could peruse the area?
After the two and half-hour drive, we arrived in Los Alamos and found our way to the Laboratory.
Pulling up to the gates, I could see there were at least four gates, but only one was open. Ahead we went.
“We wanted to explore the Laboratory,” I told the guard.
“You can’t. Is that why you came? Just turn around there and leave.”
“Oh…well, I also heard there are abandoned buildings from the Lab in the 1940’s here. Do you know where those are?”
“There are no abandoned buildings. Just turn around there and go back.”
“Are you sure? I thought there were abandoned buildings?”
“No! This is the only laboratory. There are no abandoned buildings. Just turn there and leave.”
I was inclined to give him a hand gesture, but decided against it and simply turned around and left. But not before thinking about accelerating the car toward the Laboratory. I saw the sitting guard or police car and decided against it.
“What do we do from here?” I asked Andrea and Tina.
“Let’s find the park,” Andrea suggested.
We drove to the Visitor’s Center, which led us to the Aquatic Center. It was suggested that we needed a pass to get into the park, which didn’t make sense to us but we went with it.
We arrived to the Aquatic center to ask for directions and a pass.
“You don’t need a pass to visit the park.”
“Well that makes more sense. How do we get there?”
He gave us directions and said we’d need to go through security at the National Laboratory.
“We have to go through the gates to get to the park?”
“Yeah, they’ll just check your ID and wave you in.”
I looked at Andrea wondering if the guard would let us in after our previous questioning.
Sitting in the car before making our way back to the Laboratory, Andrea and I devised a plan.
“We can just play ditzy and confused,” Andrea suggested.
“Yeah, we’ll pretend we were confused and he’ll play right in and not give us a fuss.”
Thankfully, I didn’t give him the finger.
“Look, we’ll just say we’re from out of town and we got confused and just want to see the park.”
Maybe I should twirl my hair with my finger? No, too obvious.
“He’ll probably be the only guard again too,” I said.
We arrived at the same guard’s station and I lowered my window with a smile on my face.
“Here we are again!” I said and chuckled.
“We are just so confused. We actually want to see the park, Camp May! I don’t know what I was thinking before.”
“Camp May?” he said.
“Yes, the Aquatics center sent us this direction to get to Camp May,” Andrea said.
“The Aquatics Center?”
“Yes, so sorry to bother you. We just arrived to see Los Alamos and got turned around and confused!”
Should I bat my eyelashes? No, too obvious.
Score! He smiled!
“Ok…go ahead and go straight. You’ll see a sign for Camp May and just follow it. To get back this way, you’ll have to go through security again on the other side. Just show him your ID.”
“Thank you so much!”
“You can come out of the bathroom…”
I knew she could hear me, but she wasn’t immediately responding.
“I don’t know where I am,” she replied.
“Well, you’re in my home, obviously dead. I think I can help you.”
“Why do you think you can help me?”
“I’ve helped many like you.”
“What is that?”
Coming out of the bathroom, she pointed to my laptop.
“It’s a computer.”
She seemed confused.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?”
“I don’t remember everything.”
“You don’t have to remember everything, you can just tell me what you do remember.”
“I was locked up.”
“Do you know why?”
“No, they would only give me small amounts of food.”
“Did they do anything to you while you were locked up?”
“I don’t want to remember!”
She became emotional, but not exactly crying.
“Are you sure I’m dead?”
“I’m almost positive you’re dead. It must have been a long time ago if you don’t recognize my computer.”
“Soon after the war ended.”
“Yes, I was taken right at the end. I thought it was victory, but two women kidnapped me. I didn’t trust them.”
“How did they take you?”
She showed me an image of being physically assaulted with her mouth being covered. The two women restrained her.
“They wouldn’t tell me where they were taking me, they just told me to shut up.”
She continued, “They hurt me.”
She showed me an image of her being strapped to a table and…
“And the girl I saw in my bedroom? The one with dirty clothes and spooky eyes?”
“Shadows are overtaking her.”
A month prior, I had woken up around the 3 a.m. and saw a teenage girl standing in front of my bed. She had dark hair and eyes that looked haunted. She appeared to be in great emotional and mental pain.
I shook my head. What do I do with this?
I didn’t know and so I stopped. I stopped listening and stopped engaging or acknowledging. At the time, I justified my choice. Since I was seemingly limited in what information I could gain, I should stop and wait. But this was a mistake.
After I stopped listening I temporarily forgot what I needed to do. As a result, I began picking up on the deceased’s emotions. I was feeling their frustration and sadness for the most part.
When taking pics of the moon (almost full) on Saturday night, it kept displaying it with a vertical line through it. Then taking it again, it displayed a six point star through it. There’s also a green orb that has been showing up in my moon (only) pics for two years now. This one seems to have a tail when viewing closely (in the vertical moon pic). My phone camera was the only one distorting the moon.
We just returned from another trip. Odd and more odd doesn’t really define it exactly. While spontaneously visiting an area on Mt Blanca, Colorado this appeared on my driver’s side window. It occurred when Andrea and I walked away for less than ten minutes and while Tina was still in the car (back turned to my window) getting thorns out of her shoes. No other humans were around. After later showing the owner of the home, we were renting, she notified her scientist friend to seek a logical explanation. He could not find one. So he took this photo with an added color to capture the image from the dusty window. He then used his computer to draw out the image for clarity.
An excerpt from Silent Whispers; a true story from deceased children
Right after that, we walked up to see over the ridge and waited. A child showed up. She’s between eight and ten years old.
“No one listens to me,” she said.
“It appears she tries to make contact with physical people and they cannot hear her. But we hear her.”
“Will you tell me how to get home? I try to run away but I can’t. Sometimes it’s hard to breathe. I always feel like I’m being watched. Dragon’s tail, dragon’s tail.”
“I’m asking her if she wants to tell us what they did to her, but she is not forthcoming. She’s indicating it hurt and that they did something to her tongue. It sounds like, looks like to interfere with speech. She’s also showing electric shock and it appears she died in that manner,” I said out loud.
“She seems very brave,” Andrea said.
“No I’m not, I just can’t get out of here! Will you help me?” She continued, “Ok, I’ll listen.”
“So ok, good,” Andrea said and chuckled.
I realized the girl was responding to what Andrea was silently telling her.
“The Speaker is here to help guide her over and she sees her.”
“Thank you for finally listening.”
Both the Speaker and the girl moved on.
Sitting in the family room while dinner was cooking, I noticed an energy near a corner. The energy was tall like a grown person. I could feel it was a young woman and she was very sad and angry.
“They took me for their own purposes. They promised me my mother. They said if I go, I’ll see her.”
“Did you see her?”
“They took parts of me. They violated me.”
“What year is it?”
“How old are you?”
“Who took you?”
“The men. I tried to run.”
“Out in the woods. They had dogs and snakes everywhere.”
In the image she showed me there were many snakes around.
“Why did they take your mother?”
“I don’t know, they said she had information.”
“Did she work for the military?”
“No. She did work for the government. She had a secure job.”
“What does secure job mean?”
“She had clearance.”
“What did they do, how did you die?”
“When I tried to run, they caught me. They put me in a cage. I couldn’t see out.”
She showed me an image of adults putting a cloth bag over her head.
I began wondering where they took her when she answered my question.
“I don’t know where they took me. They tied me up. I don’t know for how long.”
She showed me an image of being gagged and considered useless at this point.
She realized they had already killed her mother.
“I don’t know what they wanted to do with me.”
She showed me an image of how she died and shortly after she died (Details in Silent Whispers).
“Have you seen your mother?”
“This really bothers me. I hope someone is here to help you move into the light…”
I was feeling a heaviness I wasn’t expecting to feel that night. I ached for her and the pain she endured. I knew she would receive assistance in the light, but in the moment, I just wanted to cry, especially after she showed me how they killed her.
The Speaker arrived and assisted her to move on.
Later, I wondered if this was a preview to our next destination, a destination with individuals who will share stories of torture, abduction, and pain. But most important those who are in pain will receive guidance and assistance to move on as this girl did.