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.
“I have to hurry!” a teenage girl said.
“Why?” I asked.
“They take my life again and again. They make me repeat my death. He comes to watch you.”
“Us or you?”
“Yes, me and you.”
“They make me run and then chase after me. I don’t want to continue…I’m ready to go home.”
And just as quickly as she appeared, she left.
We looked around and didn’t see anyone else around to speak with or help. Moving on to a different road, we walked around keeping our eyes open to potential children or teens.
The late afternoon sun indicated to us it was time to start thinking of heading to the hotel. The air was getting more chilly and we were not seeing anymore kids on our walk on different roads.
“Wait, I think something is there,” Tina and Andrea pointed out.
“Yes, there’s a teen boy on that hill. We can’t get up there, but we can still hear him. There’s a female to the right of him.”
“They lie! Everyone lies, don’t believe what they say!” the teen boy said.
“Who?” I asked.
“Your friends, don’t believe what they say.”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Everyone lies! They told me I could go home and I didn’t!”
“He’s very angry,” I said.
“They told me I could go home, but they never let me and they never will. They tell me I always have to go back. I tried to leave but then they come get me. It’s like they tie me with a rope that yanks me back.”
He showed me his head was drilled into. He could feel it…he was awake. They did something to sedate him and then doing… (details in Silent Whispers)
“They killed him after they had what they wanted, but he hurt another girl in his rage, which was set up,” I said to Tina and Andrea.
“The girl to the right is not the girl he hurt,” I added.
“I want to go home. A woman brought me here,” the girl said.
“I don’t believe anything anyone says!” the teen boy said.
“I want to go home. Tell me it’s ok. I want my grandmother,” the girl said.
We worked with the two kids as long as we could. Andrea began connecting with the teen boy as we listened to the girl near him.
We began to leave as we felt they could move on if they wanted. I knew the boy would only move forward if he wanted to at this point. I wasn’t sure if he trusted the light to move into it, but we encouraged him.
That night, we were assisted by higher consciousness beings who offered us guidance and support.
The next day, we located more children and heard their stories and helped them cross over. I noticed more and more men who were projecting their mental bodies to the areas were were connecting with kids. These were men who were trying to interfere with the kids receiving help. I told them to leave, but they kept following us.
On one of our walks we met a nice man who was sitting with his art work, feathers, and his dog. We had a chat with him about his experiences while camping at Mount Shasta.
Later as we moved on, again, many times I would see energy and then it would disappear. I concluded it was children who were either immediately taken away or who held so much fear, they ran away. Either way they were being controlled like the others.
(Details of the other children’s stories in Silent Whispers)
Our final night in Mount Shasta, we had a visitor in the hotel room.
“Tami, do you see someone there?”
Tina was pointing to the wall with a window that I hadn’t been looking at.
“Yes, I do. It’s a man…”
“You don’t understand what you’re doing. You need to stop!” he said.
“You three think you know what you’re doing, but you don’t. You’re screwing with a formula, a quota. More will be taken. The more you help leave, the more will be taken in their place. You will be interfered with.”
He left the room.
“What the hell?” I said to Tina and Andrea.
“Do you think he means it?” Andrea asked.
“I think he thinks he means it. He wasn’t dead. He was alive. The others have never spoke to us before. He made an effort to follow us to our hotel room?”
We came to learn, like the other men, he was a fully alive male who was projecting his mental body.
Was he threatening us?
I don’t know if it was a threat, but more men followed us home after leaving Mount Shasta. Specifically a man in a black suit and white shirt.
More in Silent Whispers.
“Cheers to a new adventure!”
We said this together, while sitting in a nice restaurant on the water on the pacific coast.
(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.
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.
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.
“I have to hurry!” a teenage girl said.
What did they do to you?
Read more in Part II-coming soon!