Chapter Three: 8:15

It had been four days since I had seen what I only knew as the ​orange fire orb​ in the

night sky. I had asked my son to take pictures, in case we decided to talk about it to others and

needed proof. People tended not to believe in many of the things we were certain actually

existed, and we usually did not feel compelled to make a case for it, because what was the point

anyway? There was enough arguing in every walk of life already. I knew that this was different

than just a run of the mill sighting. I could feel whatever it was trying to make contact in a way

that was unlike any other unseen presence I had encountered.

The experience was seared into my mind so clearly, it turned out that I wouldn’t need the

picture to remember or validate it. I looked at it once in the five year period after the incident --

the incandescent objects hovering in one spot like a matchstick ember that wouldn’t die. I knew

that there must be others who had shared the same experience I had, not just witnessing it, but

being changed somehow by the proximity since it felt so close. The connection with something

you know beyond a shadow of a doubt to be true, like a religious experience minus the religion.

The ringing started building up in my brain around that time, and I finally knew what it

was to be driven crazy. It was a question, or rather a deep-seated fear I had harbored one some

level for most of my life, but didn’t realize it until that moment. Somehow, the kids knew before I

did that what was affecting me had something to do with the fire orbs.

“Maybe you can just talk to it, like you did with the old lady”. Andy keyed into agitated

mood without even looking up at me.

something. Are you okay if I go out for a couple of minutes?” I really wanted to drown in a river

of wine, but this would have to do.

“Only if you promise to try to talk to them.”, Andy replied in all seriousness, still not

looking.

“Why do you want me to do that? I don’t really know if it’s something I can talk to, I mean

it was just a weird light, right?” I really just wanted to be alone,and not talk to anyone, especially

really obnoxious, invisible space men that were trying to give me the biggest headache of my

life.

“I just think you should try -- you’ll probably feel better.” She was very convincing due to

the familiar, extremely practical sentiment in her demeanor as she spoke.

“You win, I’ll be right outside if you need me.” It was chilly that night, and my purple

cable-knit sweater was not warm enough, but I didn’t want to go back in the house so I just

shivered occasionally and waited for something to happen. I looked up at the spot where we

had seen the orbs, and stared until my vision clouded and the shapes around me became hazy

effects from a rainy window pane. Enjoying the strange effect, I allowed my mind to wander,

trying to understand the affliction that was a piercing undertone to everything I did now. It was

like a cry from an abandoned whale, alarmed at finding itself alone in a vast sea of apparent

endless, unbearable oneness. If it was a religious experience I was having, it was hard to define

which one.

“”What do you want from me?”, I said out loud in an almost inaudible voice, but was

practically screaming the question inside myself with every cell joining the chorus. Almost

immediately, I was given an answer. Something like a voice in my head, but more like a memory

of a dream, told me to ask that question every night at 8:15.

fifteen days. “I really don’t understand this, okay I’m obviously having a psychotic break. Oh my

God, who is going to take care of the kids?” I asked myself in a very low whisper. As I ran

through a list of prospects, another instruction came to me. ​Much will be revealed, and you will

be changed. We will instruct you and you will write down our transmissions. You are not yet

ready, but we will repair you.

The dream-like state continued for a moment, the same time-slip that I had experienced

when I first laid eyes on them. The objects themselves seemed unlike objects at all, and when I

recalled their movements, like a candle flame breathing in and out, I couldn’t help but feel that it

wasn’t a vehicle in the way we thought of the word. I wasn’t ready to declare to myself or

anyone else that they were UFO’s either, although I had gotten the impression after being there

a few year years that it was a fairly common occurrence in Arizona, and would not be

immediately dismissed.

The next morning,something was decidedly different. It was more than that, something

was missing. As I prepared my morning tea, I glanced out of the small, unadorned kitchen

window for a moment. Something really fast had run, or flew past it and caught my attention,

which shifted my awareness outside myself for just long enough to realize what the difference

was. The buzzing. The swell of every obnoxious sound that could be dreamed of had been

living in my head for weeks was suddenly gone. I could connect with the outside world again,

which I hadn’t even realized had been severed. I could feel the temperature of the room, the

heat from the stove where I had boiled the water for my tea, see the copper tint of the leaves

draining into the water in my cup. I also noticed that hadn’t felt this alive for a longtime. I

wondered, could being crazy bring this much awareness and potential for lasting happiness?
 I was like everyone else in a way, in that I thought money was the key to happiness.

That would explain why I had been so miserable up until this point in time, except for a few

small glimpses into the good life. My husband made good money with his business, and the

times I had managed to pilfer from his dragon-pile of glistening treasure, I had seen that life was

far more enjoyable when you were comfortable. Especially in a place where the environmental

controls were so artificial that if you didn’t have them you would literally die, unless you were a

member of some kind of indigenous tribe fifty years back. I had also seen that same treasures

stored on earth could become a curse for anyone with tendencies towards excess and

self-destructive tendencies. So many times life itself seemed like a maze with electrocution traps

that made you feel there was no real escape, only momentary rest from torture. And now, on

this morning, like any other, that feeling had dispersed it’s intensity in the same way my tea had

done to the hot water.

Instead of my usual frenzy to finish was was undone from the day before, I decided to sit

outside and listen to life. How often had I shut it out? I began to realize in cascades of

awareness how I had lost my connection to life, to a purpose for being. Death will do that to you,

and so will abuse, poverty, cruelty and betrayal. What wait for you in the depths of human

depravity calls to everyone at some point, because everyone experiences these things from

time to time. I had thrown off depravity a long time ago, but continued to be haunted by those

who hadn’t been as persistent. This all happened in around fifteen minutes, and I almost felt like

I had just watched a really amazing short film that left you stunned with it’s profundity and

finished off with a lingering melancholy at it’s untimely ending. But I was able to retain the sense

of peace and connection because I knew the ending of my story would lead to many others. I

had the sense that that I was about to learn something only a small handful of people knew, and

I felt honored.
 The 8:15 sessions started that day, and I was formally introduced to the mystery. When I

asked why they were, they identified themselves as The Five, and were identical beings,

childlike in stature, Buddha-like in form. I could fill several books with the information and

knowledge they have given me since that day, even though I have been a poor student and a

disobedient servant in many respects. I was told that I must not share the majority of the

information with any other human being, other than those closest to me who I can trust beyond

any doubt.

My first lessons were about nature and origin of The Five, and others like them. They

spoke psychically in a robotic, jagged cadence at first, until I realized it was my inability to hear

them correctly that caused this perception. I wrote down all of their communication for almost a

year, and saved my questions for the end of the “transmission”, which I had requested and been

formally granted permission for. I had a hard time explaining to the kids what I was involved in,

but managed to satisfy their curiosity by saying that I had taken on a new meditation program.

SInce my son was almost an adult, I shared few pieces of information that I thought could help

him develop spiritually. Other than that, I kept quiet and allowed the spiritual changes to unfold,

along with the increasing amounts of deep insights into the development of mankind.

Many sessions involved what The Five termed “repairing my DNA”, which are too

incredible to describe to anyone and expect them to believe it, unless they are sufficiently New

Agey. Strangely, though I had plenty of experience with New Age and occult phenomena as a

teen goth turned neo-hippie born-again then fallen away spiritual seeker, this did not neatly fit in

to anything I had been exposed to until this point. I was a faithful vessel, a student of something

I still don’t fully understand -- a mystery that reveals itself in small bits and pieces, and can only

happen over time. The time allotted for this was three hundred thirty five days, according to The
Five. I missed just under a month, and tried years later to make those days up, since time is

irrelevant to them as long as I remained faithful.

I’m sure now that The Five have the capability of time travel and knew something of my

genetic as well. It’s almost five years to the month after first contact, and it’s 8:15 as I write this. I

just wish I knew what they wanted me to do with it now. It’s all there in my subconscious, the

conversations, the experiences, the transmissions -- as easy to access as replaying a movie

whenever I’m in the mood to watch it again. Nothing else in my past is really like that, except the

most important, life-changing events. Why 8:15, instead of 10:45 or 3:20? This was one of the

first questions I posed to The Five. The answer was that it was a time portal, a sort of opening to

another “realm”. They used the term quite a bit. They also used terms wholly unfamiliar to me,

and upon further research, I would uncover incredible treasures of information, hidden in

mystery religions or indigenous belief systems. They always left me with something to research

like that, many times in different languages so there would be no way I would think this was a

product of my own imagination.

I made vows not to repeat what I was told by The Five, because it would not make sense

for anyone else but me at that moment in time. I will give an account here which illustrates a

glimmer of how this would feel, being me, calling aliens psychically and being shown places in

other that seemed like they would be in a sci-fi movie, but yet it was unlike anything I had ever

seen created from the imagination of man. It is so much simpler than we imagine, actually. After

writing this fictional account, which I created to preserve my vows, I’ll return to the timeline and

continue the story where we left off.

I sat at a computer table, in an Egyptian seated meditation pose. I always used a specific

meditation music track, that contained specific beats and frequencies. This would quickly put me

into a light hypnotic state. I would then visualize The Five, and it was always the same scene.
There was a low wall made of large, roughly cut river stones, about three feet high. There was

an empty field in the background, and medium sizes deciduous trees along the borders. The

area where we met was slightly raised above the field, and gave the impression of a type of

large altar space, with a stone floor. It almost felt as though we at a site of ancient ruins. They

seemed to be seated on some kind of device, floating slightly above the level of the wall.

Sometimes they would appear inside something that resembles a large bubble. Their demeanor

was very docile, and they had large, expressionless faces which I always struggled to see, or

rather, remember, clearly. I held this image in my mind as I began to receive their lesson for the

evening, and it would gradually fade as the psychic-audio connection grew stronger. They would

greet me by offering something for me to swallow, usually a ring-like metal object. It was always

painless, and never seemed bizarre to me at the time.

Are you ready to receive instruction?​, The Five would ask the same way before almost

every session. They never forced, coerced or intimidated me, I was always a willing participant.

They were the most peaceful beings I could possibly imagine, although they did seem to lack

human emotion.

I would almost always answer “yes”, to their routine introductory query, but sometimes I

would ask for a break, which was almost always granted. When this occurred, it was usually due

to exhaustion from this process, and The Five would take me on a journey through the realms to

where other beings were, and the sessions would be limited to being placed into a “healing

chamber” by these others. They were tall and willowy, very quick and inquisitive, and their

psychic communication was very fast-paced but The Five would speak to them about me, and

what needed to be done.

You will stay in the healing chamber for three days, then you will return and be prepared.

They were always very precise, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

apparently simple lesson.

You must look to the Eastern religions that value the life force and consciousness

present in rocks, plants, and even bacteria. There is a name that you were given many years

ago, that you must now understand to mean that there is a great force that is divided and

scattered throughout the earth. Many religions and indigenous beliefs understand this force, and

they call it different names. This is what must be understood to be a connection to the life of

man. We do not mean to say that man is the same as these elements that make up the earth. It

is what lies beneath the surface, that is being altered, destroyed beyond recognition. You must

understand this if you are to evolve or to survive what is coming​.

It seemed simple at first, like something anyone might have heard as an basic example

representing some forms of eastern thought. It was always more than that. I looked into that

piece of knowledge, and found a connection to the Jain religion. I looked further and found that

a spiritual name I had received many years ago during a dream was actually a holy place within

a region of India that was dedicated to this religious presence. The idols that honored the main

lords of their religion. It was too much to be a coincidence. I had been Christian, and worried

about these things at first. Idols were not to be worshipped, so why would a benevolent being

ask me to look to them for true spiritual answers? I learned that the truth is scattered

everywhere on the earth, and in every particle of creation, shards of the broken mirror. Holding

the image of what we once were. How could any one person, or group of people, ever be able

to collect all of the pieces, and claim ownership of the creator or the image?

Other times, I would meet with what they called my “originators”, a people who looked

very god-like and lived in a brilliant bronze and stone city, on a planet very much like Earth. All

this would take place within minutes, but it always felt like hours, as I’ve said before, in a similar
way to the dreaming experience. It was here that I participated in what felt like Egyptian bathing

rituals, which were very elaborate and almost ceremonial. To give an example, I would be led by

beautiful, tall, female servants dressed in simple, refined and revealing tunic style gowns, with

the necks lined in either gold rivets or jewels, or a combination of both, to outdoor bathing

waters. The rocks lining the pool were similar to the rocks on the wall where I always connected

with The Five, but the lining was smooth, perfectly cut quartz. I would receive a gold chalice,

containing a gemstone, filled with “healing waters” during the bath. When I was finished, I would

exit the bath, where the servants would stand holding a silk cloth to provide me with some

measure of modesty, and painted my skin with liquid gold.

This is the smallest glimpse into worlds, realms and realities that no stretch of

imagination or insanity could create. I learned during that time who the real enemy of mankind

is, and unlike what most people who call themselves progressive philosophers would say, it is

not mankind that is its own worst enemy. We are being played like genuine meat puppets. The

shards of humanity are of a different hue than the Creator, making them easier to find if we only

knew where to look. They exist mostly in a realm some people may refer to as Hades, and this

is where the story turns very dark.

The elements began to stir and make their presence felt as word travelled that a human

had been reached by The Five. All of the things that were ruled by Saturn and those that lived in

the shadows were forewarned of a new enemy. The old Native woman became aware that

these things were rising up against the woman she had sworn to protect, but she knew she

would need help from others like her. Her memory had returned to the extent that she needed to

function in this state of being, and she knew now that this white-skinned family was also her

blood. Iris was her grand-daughter, and was in serious danger. Thinking became less difficult,

her new reality more lucid.

emanating from the circle on the hill. She had felt strongly that she needed to make it stronger

with her presence and her songs to the spirits. Now, the strange beings of light told her she

must must bring powerful medicine to Iris from the lower realms of the earth. She knew the

Snake and the Scorpion would soon appear, and restless spirits would take over the bodies of

men who were tied to the underground.

She could see the life in everything now, something she only sensed when she was

alive. Life had a green glow, and death made things out of focus and inverted. She knew her

time here was limited and had no desire to cause harm to her family through by staying for too

long. She remembered was named after the White Buffalo Calf Woman, but could not

remember the name the Whites had given her since it died when her body did. She danced and

called on the Buffalo spirit to protect them from mortal danger when the time came. That was

her last gift to them, and also the last time she saw them before returning to the Heavenly

Circle. She slipped away in the night as a blue wisp of smoke that became a thousand sparks of

lapis-tinted lights, sparkling golden blue hues on their way up in winding circles.She had helped

the Sky Beings find Iris, and she would be rewarded by the Creator.