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have been his queen. She was similarly dressed. She was
rather puzzling: she wore a skullcap as a head covering. To
the right of her appeared another image and, over a period
of six hours, more and more faces morphed into view,
about fifty in all. Some looked Jewish. Some were urban
skinheads. One was a Celtic-looking man on a throne. He
had a staff in his hand; he looked like he enjoyed lording
over people.
The spooky faces in the sky were alive; their heads
and their eyes moved back and forth. It was hard to figure
out what they were. The faces were not benevolent. They
gazed down upon us with disdain just watching. It was one
of the weirdest transdimensional experiences of my life.
The experience seemed to be saying, Hey, look up, there is
influence above you that you have not seen before. But the
influence wasn t just up in the sky; I realized it was also all
around us. A couple of weeks after the sky people event, I
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saw the same faces, but very much smaller, in and around a
good friend of mine. We were standing in her sitting room
at nine in the morning chatting. The faces hung around her
as clear as day. They were exactly the same faces we d seen
before. It was so odd.
Next, something utterly bizarre happened, which I
mentioned before. There appeared on a blank wall of the
sitting room a mysterious video presentation. The screen
was about the size of a large TV and it jiggled about, up and
down, left and right it was slightly unstable at first. The
film began in black and white, like a 1930s movie, and then
played in brown sepia colors. Eventually, after a few
minutes, it developed real color. The eventual color of the
film was not the bright, almost gaudy colors of modern
films we are used to; this video was lightly dusted with
color. So the greens were not vibrant and there were almost
no reds and yellows, though in one scene I remember
lavender bushes, the violet flowers lightly colored.
How a video presentation appeared on the wall of a
suburban London home without a projector or a monitor is
completely beyond me. My friend and I (who I will call
Sally as I am sure she would prefer not to be named),
watched the video film that appeared mysteriously on the
wall for 45 minutes. As the film was projected on the wall,
it somehow tugged at our navels. That made us slightly
nauseous. It reminded me of the author Carlos Castaneda,
who mentioned in one of his books that your attention
tugs on your navel. The film was very tiring to watch; it
took a lot of concentration to keep on watching it. I
watched a film of a cat in a forest that could perform
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amazing tricks. It fought with other animals. From time to
time, humans passed through the scene, morphing out of
existence a few seconds later. Every few minutes the
camera, if I can call it that, would run up a very tall pine
tree. The POV (point of view) of the camera was just six
inches or so away from the trunk of the trees. As it ran
quickly up the truck, I remember feeling somewhat queasy.
I don t have much of a head for heights. At the top of each
tree, I heard the words in my mind, Look at the stars.
Look at the stars. The instructions were most insistent,
Look at the stars!
As I looked up, I saw only blue sky and in the sky
were the faces of the spooky sky people. They were
everywhere. I tried to look at the stars but I couldn t see
any. There were only faces up there. The camera s POV
would then descend the tree and return once more to the
cat s actions. Then a moment later up another pine tree it
would go. I kept hearing, Look at the stars. I couldn t see
any stars, only sky people. Thirty-seven times in about 45
minutes, I went up a tree with the camera and down again.
I couldn t understand it. It was a bit frustrating. It was also
making me feel unwell. Where are the stars? I asked. I
couldn t see them. I finally realized that was the point of
the exercise. The film was saying you can t see the stars
because the fascist oriented sky people control the sky.
They are placed between you and the stars. The stars have
something to do with the body of Christ. They represent
our nostalgia for eternity. They represent God. When you
sleep out under the stars, you get closer to God.
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What was equally strange was that my friend Sally,
who was watching the same section of living room wall,
saw an entirely different video. She couldn t see my video
and she didn t hear the words, Look at the stars. In fact,
she had no idea what I was watching and I in turn could not
see her film. She saw a forty-five minute film about
industrial workers, restriction and control, and NASA. Since
that time in England, she has seen several more videos. I
have only seen one more. It appeared on the wall of a hotel
in New Orleans. It was short compared to the first one, a
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