Mount Shasta Part 1

“Cheers to a new adventure!”

We said this together, while sitting in a nice restaurant on the water on the pacific coast.

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(Some of my photos have the green orb in them. Not in all sunsets or moon pictures, but some.)

Clinking our glasses together, we all knew one thing. We all knew that we knew nothing of what was to come.

This new investigation would be with very little upfront information and almost no expectations of what we might or might not find. Andrea and Tina had happily agreed to travel with me on this investigation even without knowing where to look, what to look for, or what to expect. We all knew one thing..that we knew nothing.

Getting up early the next morning and loading our suitcases in the rental car, we headed to Mount Shasta from San Francisco, a three and a half-hour drive.

Upon arrival, we dropped off our luggage at the little Inn we’d chosen for our two nights and headed to the main road up Mount Shasta. We admired the beautiful area, full of trees and little reminders of the impending autumn. Squirrels were constantly betting on their own life they could make it across the road in time.

“Do you feel anything?” Andrea asked me.

“No, not really…” I said sighing.

I have no idea what to look for. Each trip we receive less and less upfront information. Thankfully, we all trust our intuition and allow it to lead us where we need to go. 

It’s all about timing. We need to figure out what unmarked side roads to drive down at the approximate time nonphysical children and teens will be willing to speak with us. It’s almost like a precise formula that has some sort of equation of which I’m completely ignorant.

“Wait…that road feels interesting,” I said.

Andrea slowly turned down a road that quickly became a dirt road.

“I don’t know this is looking pretty narrow,” Andrea said.

“Yeah, let’s just go as far as we can and walk from there,” Tina and I said.

I had specifically worn my knee-high boots and jeans so I could walk through bushes, up hills, and not get scratched or slowed down by tricky footing. The boots and jeans came in handy many times on this trip.

As we were walking, all at different paces and looking around the general area, we would all sense energies, but it wasn’t consistent.

I see a child…wait the energy’s gone. 

A few minutes later I saw another person and he or she was gone in a flash. Then it happened again.

What is going on? I don’t understand.

“That tree looks interesting all bent over like that. The other trees are straight,” I said.

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We noticed a nonphysical little girl hiding behind the bushes. We approached her softly and just listened.

“I don’t know how I died…” she finally offered.

She began showing me what was done to her at the hands of extraterrestrials. Then she showed me their hands on both sides of her head doing something to her head.

“They hurt me all over. My mom…where is my mom?”

The images and feelings she offered made it feel like the event occurred decades before. Information was offered that the girl’s mother was looking for her after she went missing.

“Help me go home…”

“Tami, do you see something over there?” Tina asked.

I looked where she was pointing and I could see two individuals, one older than the other.

“Yes, I do. Andrea maybe you can assist this girl to cross over and I’ll go over there?”

Walking towards the two people, it felt like an older teenager and a small child. They were standing next to each other. They indicated the extraterrestrials, the Greys, took them underground.

In the image they showed me, the kids’ heads were…(details in Silent Whispers)

“They froze…,” the older teenager said.

“Froze what?”

“Froze thoughts.”

How does that happen? I’m not clear on exactly what they mean.

In the next image, their bodies were covered in…(details in Silent Whispers).

In the same image, extraterrestrials were doing the work, but a human man was watching what they were doing.

What the Greys did eventually led to blindness.

“We have to go back now,” they said.

“What?! No! Why?”

“We have to go back.”

They’re being controlled, it’s almost like they’re robots.

“No! Believe in love! You don’t have to go back! Believe in love! I love you, believe in love!”

I said this over and over and over with every ounce of strength I could project.

They slowed down their walk and then stopped and just stood there with their backs to me.

A blue Being came to us. I had recent familiarity of this Being. She’s androgynous, but has a distinct feminine energy. When I first heard her speak to me some weeks before, she communicated in sound and tones, not a language of this world. I quickly was able to focus and hear her communicate in a language I could understand. I had been told that she and others like her would be assisting us on this trip.

“I will assist them. They can’t see me, but they can feel the energy…,” she said.

Oh good, I don’t know how to stop them from going back.

I knew the Being could and would assist and there was not more for me to do.

Walking back to Andrea, I asked her what she experienced with the girl.

“When you relayed what the girl was saying about what was done to her, my heart swelled and reached out to her.  As you continued, her voice seemed to fade and became muffled, and all I could focus on at that moment was connecting to the girl and wrapping her in beautiful bright energy. I told her, ‘It is ok, you are safe…it is ok, you are safe….it is ok, you are safe….’ I chanted in my head and in my heart to her – over and over.  I felt my hands cupping her face and stroking her cheeks, and then intuitively placed them on either side of her head just as you were saying that the ET’s had done this to her as well. I felt I could negate whatever terrible thing they did to her by replacing that energy with love and support and compassion. I explained to her, while holding her, that she could move on – she had the power to do so and she would be safe – that I was there, as long as she wanted me to be, to assist her. I can typically tell when one has moved on, but I always linger a bit longer just to be sure. I  smelled a floral/citrus/spicy scent that hadn’t been there before – I kept holding her until the scent was gone and I believed she had moved on too. Do you feel she crossed over?”

“Yes, it feels so.”

Later, we were informed that a man was standing off to the side of the bent-over tree. He was an angry man in his 50’s, perhaps. He stood there watching us and angry at what we were doing. He was a fully alive man projecting his mental body to to prevent the children from receiving our assistance.

After learning of this, I focused myself to be more in tune with energetic projections that were trying to interfere in our work.

As we continued walking, we noticed a nonphysical teenage girl. Since we were all walking at difference paces, sometimes Tina or Andrea pointed out energy and sometimes I saw it ahead.

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“I have to hurry!” a teenage girl said.

What did they do to you?

Read more in Part II-coming soon!

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About Tami Urbanek

Tami works with people across the United States and Europe as a medium/clairvoyant connecting people with their spirit guides. She also works as a Life Energy Flow Tai Yi practitioner. As a former school teacher, Tami enjoys coaching/teaching others in areas that she has healed within herself, such as fear, self-judgment, and lack of passion. Tami is the vice president of the Universal Education Foundation, a nonprofit 501 (c) (3) and she is working with another board member to create and implement a bullying recovery program for adolescents.

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