How well I remember
that winter morning in 1967. The wind howled as it whipped rain
against the dining-room window, and swayed the skeletal poplars
that lined the road. I finished my second cup of coffee, and
deposited the remains in the kitchen sink with the pile of dirty
dishes left over from dinner. The radio crackled as though
reminding me to turn the dial to a local talk show.
Mr. Gayne Myers (the guest) was telling an
unbelievable story that made chills run up and down my spine!
Evidently his wife and he had been in contact with
extra-terrestrial beings, and had tapes of their conversations.
His talk concluded with an invitation to listeners who would
like to hear the tapes. Needless-to-say, my curiosity got the
best of me, so later that afternoon I dialed the number he'd
given, and made arrangements to visit the Myers that evening. My
hand trembled as I hung up the receiver. Somehow it wasn't too
hard to persuade my husband and some friends to go with me.
Around 7:30 that evening, Lee, Lavonne,
Fred, Ann, Tim and Sally squeezed into our car with us. I
remember thinking it was a perfect night for a mystery. Within
moments we were knocking on the door of a neat little cottage
nestled beneath some oak trees. Much to my relief the Myers
turned out to be congenial people in their sixties. After
exchanging introductions we seated ourselves around the
fireplace. Our host added some wood to the crackling fire before
taking his place beside a tape player. He spoke briefly about
their experiences, and then placed a role of tape in the
machine.
The slow, extremely articulate male voice
introduced himself, and then proceeded to tell an ancient story
about the earth. There had been a war in which one planet of our
solar system was destroyed. Consequently, it was decided that
those criminal beings who endangered the rest of the system
should be isolated, until such a time when they could be trusted
as solar citizens. Because of it's restrictive forces, the earth
was selected as a natural prison. Great teachers were sent to
help the people on earth, but after awhile these also became
corrupt, and forgot their mission. The speaker concluded his
story with the understanding that they hoped to telepathically
raise man kinds consciousness so that the nuclear error of the
past would not be repeated.
We barely talked during the ride home. Was
the whole thing a hoax? Maybe it was, but I made many trips back
to that little cottage and heard all the tapes. My wonderful new
friends opened a new chapter in my life that marked the
beginning of my continual search for buried treasures waiting to
be re-discovered.
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