8:D Faeries and Portals (Part 1)

So many very special events happened to me over the last two weeks, but one special occurrence that involves a couple photographs, particularly one, compels me to write an article so that I may share this photo with any of you who are interested in metaphysics and multi-dimensionality. As events unfolded, I wanted to share each step of a process in trying to get the photo to be seen by large numbers of people who I believe may find a real value and gain insight and wisdom from seeing the subject of the photo, which I feel and believe is a FAERIE spirit. I almost missed it while I was downloading and sorting through the few photos that I managed to take on the trip. I was so busy in the moment with people that I barely took any photos. I did also get an hour of nature video that I have not looked over yet, so who knows what’s there.
My original intention on the trip was to capture nature video with my higher-end professional grade video camera for Crystal Children Volume Three, hope for UFOs up close at the nightly campfires, but I never expected to capture a photo like the FAERIE photo at all. I didn’t even have a camera for taking still photos until my friend Ingrid gave me the Kodak C195 for my trip to Mount Shasta. Thank you for the camera, Ingrid; it was already so special because you gave it to me with such love, but now it’s even more blessed.

Also, I should mention that as I have done videography over the years, I have had some strange ability to capture anamolies, like the time I was filming a friend who is a healer during one of her healing sessions with a client, and the camera captured some of that healing energy. And the fact that I do Asclepian lightwork and behave as a conduit for higher dimensional healing energies creates a proclivity for interacting well with higher dimensional energies that sometimes translate to photographic images.

 

Also, I want to share a Facebook post that paints a clear picture of what led up to me snapping that special FAERIE photo:

“In all my life, I had never once had a professional massage. When I saw the list of conference activities, and massage was included, I knew that this week would be my big chance. When I discovered that these professionals were discounting by 50% their healing sessions, I jumped for joy! I could actually afford an hour-long session on my very tight trip budget. Yay! So I scheduled my session for Sunday August 23 because by the end of the conference, I knew that I would need it due to all the energy I was putting out, and because the next day, Monday, I would be doing a lot of nature photography, and because I act like a human tripod and steadicam when I’m filming, I needed to be in good shape going into filming. What a great decision it turned out to be.

So, on Sunday I met with Athena under the canopy but Athena was gracious to me. She knew that I really wanted to hear Omnec talk again, so she suggested that we re-schedule the massage for just after Omnec finished speaking. That sounded great to me, and it allowed me to ask Omnec a question about her Venusian philosophy about healing in general and healing oneself.

So afterwards, Athena still was patient enough to let me leave again to buy Maritza some blessed blue chalcedony and silver earrings from David Phillips before he closed down for the conference’s end. Athena waited patiently once again for me. Then, when I had finished doing that, I turned around and everyone including Athena was gone! Where had they gone?! I ran toward the Main Hall, and found everyone in a Closing Circle ceremony. I had to be a part of this, so I squeezed between Diana Gazes and Karmyn , who I was just meeting for the first time at the close of the conference (!), and was able to participate in the group energy here, led by Shambala.
Finally, after all that, Athena and I re-connected, Athena gathered her dogs, and we went up the hill toward her massage table, which I had seen on my earlier walk on Friday when I had met the deer who told me that her name was Athena! So then Athena (the human!) had to turn back down the trail because she realized that she had forgotten her keys, so I just stayed at Athena’s camp and massage table while she went back down the hill to the Main hall to retrieve her keys. During this time, I strolled just a little in the vicinity of her massage table as the beautiful wind whistled through the pines.
I decided to take my camera out of my satchel and take a few pictures of this idyllic, enchanting setting, including photos of the massage table and Athena’s little doggie crib. But before I did that, I pointed the camera into a beautiful area of forest, and that’s where I took the FAERIE photo. But I did not even begin to realize this until now (Sept 3) as I was going through my camera and the sequence of pictures, attempting to clearly identify what day that I had taken the photo. The image was taken after photos of pages from a gem book owned by David Phillips that had information on the metaphysical properties of Blue Chalcedony, and before the images of Athena’s massage table. So that placed the FAERIE photo just after the Closing Circle, and just before the massage began, which would’ve been near 5pm on Sunday August 23rd.
So when Athena returned, she reminded me that I was going to be her guinea pig for a new healing modality that she was working with, called Harmonic healing. I agreed, got onto the massage table, and that’s when the massage began, and Athena starting to sing to me, ‘When You Wish Upon A Star.’ ”

So, without further ado, here is the FAERIE photo. (Move your cursor over the photo and click to enlarge.) Please download the photo, and then zoom in so that you can see the details. The FAERIE is in the lower portion of the picture, in the center, but to really appreciate it, please zoom in one step at a time:
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And here is the PORTAL photo, taken in Panther Meadows on Mount Shasta in the afternoon of August 22nd, 2015. (Move your cursor over the photo and click to enlarge.) Download and zoom in between the two trees on the left. I find that the blurred area forms a complete circle, but you need to be zoomed in to inspect it well:
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Please feel free to leave comments if you care to share your views.

PEACE AND LOVE TO ALL!

Rick, September 3, 2015 3:36pm

 

The History of my FAERIE and PORTAL photos from Mount Shasta August 22-23, 2015

First, here’s the announcement that I made on September 2, 2015 on my Facebook page–

VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT from Rick Keefe:
This note is to let my friends know that the Mount Shasta ET Ambassador conference was thoroughly amazing. One of the surprising moments from the trip happened within the last few hours, on September 1st 2015, one week after my trip had ended and I had returned to Tucson. Going through some of the photos that I took, I came across two forest scene shots that I took; one photo I snapped several hundred feet to the north of the main building of the Methodist camp on Castle Lake Road on Sunday August 23. [NOTE: After reviewing the order of my photos on my camera, I realized that I took this picture on Sunday, shortly after I had purchased some earrings for Maritza from David Phillips, and just after the Closing Circle for the conference. This is why I have edited this post, in the interest of utmost accuracy.]

This photo appears to show with great clarity a FAERIE. I just looked up the definition online, and the entry on faerie said, “imaginary, mythical.” Well, alright then, I captured a photo of what may be a so-called mythical being, which would be a great honor to receive such a gift from Nature. The second photo, while not as dramatic, was taken in Panther Meadow forest on Mount Shasta on Saturday August 22, and appears to show a PORTAL of light opened up between three trees. Both photos have subjects that seem to have a field of energy surrounding them. I want to show them to all of you now, but after careful consideration, I feel that there may be a legal need to license these photos, because personally I think the farie photo especially could cause a sensation.

So, I have inquired with the Associated Press. If any of you have practical experience in licensing photos to AP for use, please share with me your wisdom about the process. Here is exactly what I wrote the Associated Press:
“I have two undoctored photos taken August 22-23 2015 within the Mount Shasta region (one on Mount Shasta and one near Castle Lake) that appear to demonstrate metaphysical non-normal phenomena in two clear photographs, and I am interested in licensing use of them to the Associated Press. One of the photos especially has a ‘sensational’ quality to it that could provoke great interest from around the world. What steps need to be taken to submit and review, and also to create a licensing contract between myself and the Associated Press news agency?”

So that’s what I wrote them, and now I am awaiting their response. Will they respond? For that answer, I’ll have to ‘wait and see.’

I never expected to have taken such special photos, but more than any financial reward that I may receive, I am honored that whatever intelligence allowed me to take the photos in the first place decided that it was alright that I could be the bearer of such an important ‘discovery.’ I had not been able to review the photos until the last 24 hours, and what I discovered has certainly shaken up our sense of normal. I feel lucky to be in this magical period of life that’s unfolding now.

Peace,
Rick
[end of that Facebook posting]

 

So, then I followed that statement with a reply to describe in better detail what I saw in the photo:

“The FAERIE has wings and what looks like a head and torso, suspended in a field of rainbow light in the shape of a cross, with a field of energy around the rainbow cross that distorts and tints the trees in the background behind it, as if the source of light is coming from the FAERIE. The FAERIE appears in the photo between many trees about 7-8 feet off the ground. High above at the top of the photo is the Sun near the tree line, and the FAERIE is below the Sun and slightly to the right, so I don’t think that it is an optical effect from reflected sunlight through the tree trunks and low hanging branches in the vicinity because the alignment with the Sun is off. Plus, as you zoom in to see details, the subject becomes more defined (while it is also transparent) and you can see shapes like wings, a head and a torso that seem more than mere abstraction and coincidence. For many people, there will be room to doubt and debunk, but for me the image speaks plainly. It is clearly not a sun dog, samples of which are seen here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sun_dogs
So… I can’t wait to show it to all of you. I discovered it right about 9pm last night (Sept 1st) and when I showed Maritza, she got chills over her whole body and became very, very excited. When I brought over my friend Albert who lives nearby who is generally a skeptic, he was immediately convinced and wants a photo blow-up of the FAERIE so that he can paint it. Well, that’s all there really is to say until I can show you guys the actual photo. I don’t want to post it directly to Facebook because of their copyright assertions if you do, so I will likely post it to my rickkeefe.wordpress blog, and create a link that I can post on Facebook. Now, I’m just waiting to hear back from Associated Press, but maybe I can post it to my blog in the meantime. ”

 

So then my wife Maritza made a comment that same day, September 2nd, which I would like to include in the history of this photo:

“Wow! What a gift and what a privilege to have been present as the magic unfolded. You are right Bruce Emrys, magic is real! Rick’s photos will be accepted by the many friends who know, trust and love him, and by everyone who is ready to move past the veil. The photos will be debunked, as well, by those who feel threatened, and by those whose job is to keep us in the dark. But, nonetheless, Rick has been offered a wondrous and loving gift, and he and I have zero reasons to have doubt! It is amazing to be a first hand observer. How privileged to see the gift unfold before our eyes. ❤ ”

 

Interest in the photo began to swell a bit as I posted on my  Facebook page, and also to the Mt Shasta Summer Conference page, and friends and family seemed to support what I was trying to share and, at the same time, legally protect the photo. So I posted an update:

FAERIE AND PORTAL PHOTOS: Update #1

So, since I first contacted AP through an online query last night and since I know that the wheels of large organizations can sometimes turn slowly, I decided to call the Associated Press this morning, and I spoke with a representative at the News Desk named Susan P. When I explained why I was calling, she said, “That’s something we usually come to you for, not the other way around.” Then, she transferred me to AP Images, but they explained that AP Images department is mainly dealing with commercial issues, and referred me back to the News Desk, which transferred me to the AP Los Angeles Bureau Photo department. I spoke with a man named Richard and explained why I was calling, and he gave me the LA Bureau desk phone number, took down two of my phone numbers, and he said that he would get back to me. I hope that he doesn’t think that I’m a kook and blow me off. So, now, I must remain patient for awhile while the wheels at AP LA bureau news desk turn.”

 

And here’s the screen save I made of that inquiry to Associated Press:
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On  September 3rd, more developments occurred after I called the Los Angeles Bureau Photo Desk for a second time, and so I made a new Facebook post:

FAERIE AND PORTAL PHOTOS: Update #2

“Okay, so I just got off the phone with Richard and Reed at the AP Los Angeles Bureau Photo Desk (1-213-626-2500) and they gave me the email (which I won’t publish so they don’t get super-spammed) to send them the photo so that they may inspect it. I am doing that right now, so please everyone send lots of good wishes and good vibrations so that this picture can be seen by millions.

I feel it would be valuable for people to realize that devas and forest spirits do actually exist. They are not simply mythical, legendary creatures: they are tangible beings operating within our ‘normal’ reality, yet also living within a different frequency / dimension than our lower 3D reality. Hopefully, people who see this image will treat the forest and the trees and all the beings that make up a forest with much more understanding and respect. Devas and faeries do deserve our respect and cooperation. We owe it to the Earth, and to our children’s children.”

Thanks for your support everyone!”

 

And then I made an additional reply:

“Here’s a copy of the backup e-mail that I sent Associated Press; I sent the original one from my rick@ufohypotheses.com e-mail with the exact same content I sent to them just seconds before this one with the gmail address, to be sure that they did receive it without any complications.”
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Within an hour, Richard of AP called back with his decision, on Thursday September 3rd, 2015, and I posted another updated reply to my own post:
“So, Richard from the Associated Press Los Angeles Bureau Photo Desk just called back at 1:02pm, and said that they could not use the photo, and he attributed the FAERIE to “sun flare off the lens.” So that route with the matrix did not work. What I will do next is create an article on my rickkeefe.wordpress.com blog (to avoid Facebook’s photo policy), and attach the photo file there, and then give all of you the link so that you may examine it for yourselves. Hopefully, I’ll have that done within the next 24 hours. I can’t wait to show all of you! It’s amazing!!! <3”

 

So, that’s the history of my FAERIE and PORTAL photos from Mount Shasta, late August 2015.

7:D healing journal August 24 2014

Part of what is happening for me, as a person with a gift for healing, is learning how to offer my gift to others, while at the same time learning how to grow and improve my upon my egotistic and emotional responses to the whole process of being involved in a healing for someone. This week has brought numerous challenges for me in this regard, especially since I have started this blog in which I am trying to share my experiences with those of you who have interest in metaphysical activities like this. I share this with you from the point of view of a novice who is becoming an adept, and I am trying to share what it feels like to be living a life that feels multi-dimensional, yet still very physical and connected to everyday reality, where there are ups and downs and in-betweens.

The” in-between” energies are the focus of today’s healing journal. The in-between energies exist in a space that requires the balance, humbleness, and awareness that the universe is a much bigger construct than just what I want it to be in my individualized, ego-oriented mind.

Since the last healing journal, I have offered three more people healings, and encountered three very different outcomes, from the basis of my ego’s perceptions. One healing provided immediate success, a second healing appears not to have worked well enough, and the third healing’s outcome may not be known for several weeks to come. The affect upon my perception is that I need to continue to “detach from the outcome” and yet remain my normal compassionate, open, optimistic self that wants to see everyone healed completely (and immediately, if possible.)

This is where I need to respect the Universe, and each person’s individual life path and choices, which sometimes conflict with my desires for perfect outcomes.

The tarot card I drew in association with today’s journal entry is the Eight of Pentacles, signifying apprenticeship, education, new skills, change, renewal, concentration, determination, diligence, hard work, perseverance, initiative, focus, patience, unfolding process, improvements, adjustments, honing skills, reassurance, investment, long-term goals, and ” any tendency towards perfectionism where you may lose sight of the bigger picture.” With that insight in mind, allow me to share these three healing experiences.

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The first healing I engaged in was on Thursday morning, after a dear friend shared with me the photo and story of a baby fighting for her life. For purposes of this article, I will give her the pseudonym Nell. Her birth was traumatic. Her mother was injured in a car accident, and Nell was born prematurely by c-section, the result being kidney damage and seizures for little Nell, who began her time on Earth fighting for her very life. I asked my friend if the family was open to allowing a healing for Nell, since she could not ask on her own, and my friend said that the family had gone public asking for prayers, donations and any kind of help at all. So, I had the green light to help Nell , and I immediately went into a half hour remote healing for the little girl that was struggling to live one state away. My friend also performed a remote healing for little Nell, and many other people were offering up prayers and donations for Nell and her family.

The next morning, I was so excited to see that Nell had made it through the night, (even though the doctors cautioned the family and told Nell’s mother not to expect her to live through it to the next day, August 22nd) but then my friend wrote that her condition suddenly took a turn for the worse. So, I immediately stepped away from my work, and I began a second remote healing for baby Nell. Later that evening, I also participated in a group mediation and healing for Nell with about forty other people, where we all together sent Nell wonderful sparkling gold healing light to help her, along with everything that the doctors and medical teams at the hospital were doing on her behalf.

Together, traditional science and metaphysical science are working in tandem, as we all try to contribute to Nell our love and light and prayers and medical technology in order to help her remain here with her family.

Yet, there are much higher forces at work that none of us understand fully, including karma, destiny, fate, and freewill that are also involved in Nell’s life, and all of our lives. I see each of us as divine drops in the Divine Ocean, and no matter the outcome, we are all connected eternally, so no matter the outcome, in the bigger picture life always remains, just in different forms and in different realms of existence.

I am happy to report that three days later Nell is still alive and getting stronger, fighting for her precious chance to experience the wonders of life on Earth with her family during these amazing times.

The second healing I was involved in took place at the same gathering where we had done the group mediation for Nell. This was the monthly spiritual support group put on at a local candle and metaphysical shop. The meetings were created by Sherry Whitfield and the being known as Synergy that operates through an ancient Micronesian crystal skull that has a written history since the 1700s, and has an oral history within the “Real People” island tribe that dates back 40,000 years to the time of the first aborigines. It is my understanding that a multi-dimensional benevolent being who calls itself Synergy manifests its spiritual energy through this huge block of crystal that was carved into a skull millennia ago.

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Sherry Whitfield and Synergy in Hawaii, Summer 2012,

invited to a conference of Native Elders supporting Earth upliftment

Together, we share metaphysical experiences, we have drumming circles, group chantings, group meditations and visualizations. If desired individually or collectively, we can connect with Synergy’s powerful and intense positive, loving energy. We have a great time in coming together, and the support also comes from sharing with each other our experiences about our individual and very different metaphysical paths before the session, during the breaks, and afterwards.

If you are sensitive to subtle energies, you may appreciate the qualities and vibrations that one can pick up from crystals when you hold them in your hand and go silent, just feeling the tingling or prickly or gentle waveform sensations that crystals generate and emit. In the early part of the evening during a drumming circle, I was allowed the honor to protect and carry around the ancient Lemurian crystal skull, that normally weighs about 15 1/2 pounds, to the many participants at the support group so that each could hold the skull and feel its qualities for themselves. At each meeting, there are usually a dozen or more newcomers who get the opportunity to meet Synergy, the skull of Joy as he is known to the “Real People” of Micronesia.

Then, later in the evening, I was able to hold Synergy twice by myself for about five minutes each, and interact with Synergy’s energy on a personal basis. After the second time by myself, I stood up and was re-centering, and upon the advice of another friend, I grounded the energy from Synergy, by patiently waiting until my consciousness was fully balanced back into physical reality.

Friday August 22nd 2014 was the fourth gathering of this spiritual support group, and that night, one of the men who regularly comes to these meetings arrived but was keeping to himself that he was in excruciating pain in the area of his left kidney and pancreas. I’ll call him Remy. Because Remy wanted so much to attend this meeting, he chose to endure his pain and still participated that evening, despite the excruciating agony he suffered through the whole evening.

While we were beginning to clean and pack up four and a half hours after we had arrived, Remy approached me and asked if he could drop by my work where I offer healings, and I told him that there was no need to wait: we could do the healing here, so that he didn’t have to wait and suffer until a day came where he would have time to drop by my work. After Remy realized he was not imposing on me, he agreed and I allowed myself to channel the healing light energies through for him. I began with his head and sixth and seventh chakras, then moved to his heart chakra, then went from the top to the bottom of his spine, while he did his visualizations of white sparkling light filling his entire body. This helps to stabilize, energize and open up the person who needs healing. Then, I began to work on his left kidney area. After I had worked for many minutes, I felt it was time to stop, and Remy said that the pain was 90% gone. He smiled, amazed and happy. He mentioned that he still felt a twinge of pain that was “moving around” so I worked several minutes more, after which his side was now pain free.

He was so astonished and relieved that he asked me to work on his knees, troubled by old football injuries he had suffered in his youth. Those pains went away, too. I checked once again, and then he explained that he still suffered from jaw pain and headaches due to a medical device he needed to alleviate dangers from sleep apnea. I will find out next month whether or not that additional healing work helped to lessen his sleep apnea issues.

Afterwards, with just a few of us remaining to say our goodbyes to each other, Sherry and I shared with Remy a remarkable event that happened last month when I was doing a remote healing for someone who lives in eastern Pennsylvania. During the healing while we were both on speaker phone, the man said that he felt a “presence” enter the room, and he asked if I knew who the presence was. I told him that I did not, and had not ever experienced this before with anyone with whom I was doing a remote healing. However, I assured the man that I only allowed the most benevolent and loving energies to come through, and so after he explained to me that he did not feel threatened by it, we finished the remote healing session. Ultimately, the session was successful in greatly lessening the pain in both his wrists from a fall three months earlier, and the session helped alleviate chronic knee pain that he had suffered from for years.

But to me, the most remarkable part of the story came later when he sent me a couple of e-mails to further inform me about the details of what he had experienced during that remote healing.

The man from Pennsylvania wrote: ” I am still somewhat mystified by the “presence” I felt during the meditation. The best I can describe it was the feeling of “Casper  the friendly ghost” flying straight towards me and into my face. There was a face, and a trailing body. As it “entered” my head, I  felt a force – like a puff of wind – then is dissipated. I use a  daily Medicine Wheel for protection, so I feel no fear of  malevolence. It was an experience though.” I wrote back and asked for more details, and he replied: ” The Presence- – I was sitting – during the meditation on my last knee – my left. I was holding the sphere image in my head. All at once I “saw” (my eyes were closed) it descending from the wall in front of me toward my face. It was white with dark outline features. I noted that there were eyes and a wide mouth – smiling. Hair trailed long behind and trailed as if it were a body. it came at my face from above (45 degree angle). As it contacted my face (nosebridge) I felt it as if it were a puff of wind. It felt as if all of its being trailed in, but not out. It seemed to dissipate on contact  – or about an inch or so in.  After that, I felt nothing, other than a little shock and amusement.” I was flabbergasted when I read the e-mails.

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Synergy, all dressed up,

for Sherry and Bobby’s wedding on Halloween 2010

Sherry explained to Remy on Friday night, as she had to me one month ago, that the description the Pennsylvania man gave to me is exactly like what so many people have told her about when they have been healed by Synergy and seen Synergy manifest before their eyes. So, along with my normal guides, angelic beings, and higher- dimensional beings, it appears that I am now also able to communicate with and channel Synergy’s healing energies. How wonderful! This explained to me why I wanted to hold Synergy for so long that evening: I feel it was because Synergy was amplifying my fields in order to transmit greater amounts of healing energy for Remy, who I didn’t even know that I would be helping to heal that same night, just minutes after my third extended contact with Synergy.

Synergy’s energy is quite intense. It causes some people’s legs to feel like jelly and some people’s ears to ring; some people have beautiful visions and feelings; some people receive telepathic messages; some people hear Synergy laughing or speaking; and then there are some people who just puke and throw up. I knew all this and yet I held Synergy for quite a long time on Friday, but now it seems clear to me why: to help Remy.

However, not all of the healings I channel produce my desired instantaneous, positive outcome. The next morning, I was informed by a friend that his wife was dizzy, nauseous, had feelings of vertigo and had been throwing up. I had worked on both he and his wife over the last four years with positive results, so she was easily open to another healing. However, after this healing, she threw up and went to sleep. Hours later, her symptoms were persisting and she was dehydrated, so he took her to urgent care. She was diagnosed with Benign paroxysmal positional vertigo (BPPV), given some anti-nausea medication, and by today, Sunday August 24th, was feeling much better. So, I cannot say with any certainty that my healing helped her at all. It appears that modern medicine was more appropriate for her in this case. And this is where I have to acknowledge that sometimes what I do does not produce the instantaneous positive outcome that I always hope for each time that I try to help someone. One thing I can say about working with her is that I did channel much light and love to her, and that is always positive. However, this healing experience reminded me that I need to remain humble, balanced and aware that Divine Loving Spirit of the Universe will always determine the outcome.

Sherry told me her approach to healing in a single, straight-forward sentence that night before we left: “Show up, do the work, and leave.” In other words: detach from the outcome after you have done the healing.

Just before I learned of my healing gifts several years ago, I was helping several people in my circle who I was close to, and sometimes I found myself getting too personally involved in their personal issues. I wanted so much for their lives to improve, since they had shared with me their many problems and issues, but I became so involved that I placed myself beneath their needs, and lost my balance for a short term until I became aware that I needed to learn to “detach from the outcome.” That was part of my healing journey: learn to always send unconditional love, but also learn to detach and just hope for the best for them. One of those people passed away, one went a little crazy and moved away, one friendship was broken, and another one needed space to grow and make their own positive creations and mistakes. Another one was healed and continues to stay in contact, another has become a close family friend, and many others simply passed my way, were healed, and went on to their specific life journeys.

I am new to being a healer. I have much to learn, much work to do and skills to hone, concepts to evolve, patience to apply, emotions to balance, but this is, as the Eight of Pentacles instructs, a life-long goal that I must concentrate on improving, and with determination and perseverance, this unfolding process will manifest into many more positive benefits and outcomes for many more people.

I just need to remember that neither I nor my skills as a healer are perfect, and that “to detach from the outcome” and people’s personal dramas while still giving my utmost effort and love on their behalf is the best path to follow. The Divine Universe will decide. It’s not about getting recognition, or getting paid, or getting an ego boost, or getting some other form of compensation: it is about expanding our field of love to others around us in a pure and unselfish way. Love is the single greatest power in all of creation, and one cannot exert power or control over Love; instead, one must respect Love, its timing and allow it space to grow and shine to its fullest, most beautiful potential. That’s the type of healer I want to be.

Peace,

Rick

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Post script: On Monday morning, August 25th 2014, baby Nell crossed over to the other side. Her family writes: “The great spirit has called forth our precious baby —. Our family is and always will be strong. We know that her spirit is with our grandmothers and our ancestors just waiting for the rest of us to join her! I love you baby girl!” My most sincere condolences to baby Nell’s family.

6:D healing journal sunday august 17, 2014

I was invited to speak at a small gathering of a dozen people who were sharing stories about angels, and how they played a role in our lives. Three years ago, I would not have been interested in angels or any discussions about them as back then, in 2011, I perceived angels as religious myths and felt that they were confusing extra-terrestrials for angels.

However, as my healing experiments progressed, about two years ago I began listening to the podcasts of a woman from Florida named Linda who is both a healer and a channel of ascended masters and angels. Even though I come from a scientific background, I allowed myself to expand outside of my comfort zone by investigating her live channelings and meditations, which incorporated angels. I kept an open mind, and began to follow her meditations and guidance.

After several months, I felt comfortable enough with what I was learning, and with a little courage, I started to feel less threatened by what anybody would think and say about the idea of me working with angelic beings. That’s when I began to call upon these angels and the colors of light associated with them during my healing meditations for people, and what I discovered was that I was getting wonderful results for the people who I was trying to heal while I was calling upon these angelic entities, along with my regular extra-terrestrial guides.

Now, after four years of healing work, and two years of working with angels, I feel comfortable about publicly sharing my experiences with angels, even though I am not joined to any religions or churches, nor plan to be.

I find myself in an in-between zone where people from churches don’t really get me because I call upon extra-terrestrials, and people from scientific or agnostic backgrounds who investigate extra-terrestrials don’t quite get me either because I work with angels, not to mention the average materialistic-focused people I know who want nothing at all to do with either ETs or angels. Yet, this openness I have to such a wide range of benevolence in the universe has allowed me to receive a multitude of special gifts and abilities which have helped me grow tremendously, and have also helped me to help people to heal and be relieved of their pain and suffering.

So, there it is. I work to heal people via meditation and visualization with my extra-terrestrial guides and their civilizations, and ascended masters, and angels, and now I have a couple hundred people who would testify that I have helped to heal them of various pains, ailments and diseases.

I know: I’m a strange lad.

This Sunday’s angel meeting was created by a sweet woman named Sharon, who I met last summer through her friend Maria, after my wife and I were left out of the seating arrangements at a wedding. We decided to simply choose a table ourselves, met Maria, and got to talking with her about angels and extra-terrestrials in front of the other half at the table who seemed a bit flabbergasted by our conversation. Maria spoke to Sharon about me, and so last summer by invitation I met Sharon at one of her small gatherings, and that day I helped by healing one of the people there who was suffering from pain in her finger due to some glass embedded in it, as I recall. The healing removed her long-standing pain.

So when Sharon was planning for this meeting, one year later, she said that her angelic guides had repeatedly advised her to invite me. She left a message for me at work, and I called her right back, to her surprise, since we had not communicated since last summer. But I contacted her quickly because I could feel her sincerity and thought that I could contribute by offering to do healings, if needed, for those at the small gathering.

At the gathering, you could feel the quality of peace in the room that Maria had created when she had, on faith, taken over the spot in an act of faith some years ago. After all the healings and meetings that have occurred in her salon, you can feel the calm tranquility of that space upon entering.

Sharon moderated the gathering, and allowed everyone to share their experiences and their wisdom gained from interacting with loving angelic beings. Besides my wife and I, there was another couple who attended the meeting who had also had numerous experiences with extra-terrestrial beings. One woman worked with reiki for horses and other animals. Another woman worked with the Archangel Sandalphon. Maria shared her stories of faith when she was in desperate financial straits, burdened by massive debt after a divorce, and the faith that kept her going. Another person was a healer who had survived a near-fatal car accident in June 2011 after being thrown from a car onto concrete, suffering multiple injuries that required major surgeries, and had also suffered multiple brain aneurysms from the accident. Now, she heals people. And there were several others there, some timid, who had mustered up the courage to go and listen and decide for themselves what they thought about angels and healing, instead of letting society or their peers pressure them into thinking one way or another about it all. So it was a really wonderful, well-mixed group, with wide-ranging beliefs and experiences and abilities, with the common interest of exploring and opening up to angels.

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I was fortunate enough to be given the opportunity to do four healings this day. The first one was for a person who was suffering from both depression and back pain, and after the healing, which I did in front of the group, she felt much better and later recommended me to others who joined the group later in the day. The second healing was for the healer who had gone through the terrible car accident, and I was able to help her with her back pain, shoulder pain and knee pain, and give her a much wider range of motion. We will know after an MRI whether or not the healing helped with a remaining brain aneurysm.

I also did two other healings on Sunday: the third healing was for removing a persistent ear infection, relieving sadness, and an overall energy boost. The fourth healing was for someone who was already pretty healthy but was simply for greater energy and balance. Her healing was amazing, in that near the end of the healing I saw something I had never seen when doing a healing, which were four rainbows from the four directions pouring into the top of her head through her crown chakra.

Regarding technique, what was common among all four was that I asked each person to visualize the sparkling white” galactic-center” white light filling up their bodies in order to help make them most receptive to the healing light energies I would visualize. Also, with all four people, I began the healings by cupping their head in my hands (for balance, clear thinking, and a state of mental openness), then moving my right hand just above their heart chakra and my left hand on the corresponding point on their back (for comforting, soothing, self-love, calming, and nurturing) , then I moved my right hand to their spinal column to work on the seven major chakras, and then finally I moved to each individual person’s areas of special need. One person loved the visualization of a golden pillar of light reaching from the center of the Earth out to infinity. Another person had so much strong light that I felt the energy might be unnerving to some of the person’s family and friends, because they didn’t know how to deal with such strong energy.

Each person’s healing is different, and I never know exactly what to expect. I listened carefully to what their issues were, and used my clairaudience to hear the unspoken messages. I visualized positive outcomes, and put complete trust in my guides, the ETs and the angels to do the healing work, of which I act as a conduit, while at the same time adding my compassion and love. I helped one person connect up with one of their guides for the first time, which she felt was a native-American male spirit being.

During each healing, I would stop and ask the individual to re-assess how they were doing, and what areas still needed attention, and I took as long as needed until each person was completely satisfied and no longer in any pain. The shortest healing was about seven minutes, and the longest one may have been just over half an hour.

It all seems to benefit them wonderfully: I love seeing all their smiles afterwards and receiving their hugs of appreciation!

So much was shared over about four and a half hours, and several of us are going to gather again this Friday for a special meeting with about thirty or forty other people who are going to participate in the 4th monthly gathering of people who experience a very benevolent entity who is channeled through a crystal skull named Synergy by a delightfully loving psychic named Sherry, of whom I will write about in an upcoming article.

Last time, at the 3rd meeting, we all did drumming and some very special, uplifting chanting. That meeting I brought two longtime friends of mine, a couple. He’s somewhat of a skeptic, but after he touched the crystal skull Synergy, his ears would not stop ringing until late the next morning. His wife, who has psychic abilities, felt Synergy’s presence immediately after touching the skull, which she described to her daughters as “intense.” They loved the new and powerful experience. I really enjoy those gatherings with Sherry and Synergy.

To all those who will be attending and to those whom I met this past Sunday: ” See ya soon! Love you guys!”

Peace,

Rick

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5:D identity, past-lives and who we are

Consider the concept that during the course of your day, you are encountering ascended masters and extra-terrestrial beings regularly, but that you might not be able to tell them from their appearance. Nevertheless, these masters and higher-dimensional beings may present themselves right in front of you, without your even knowing who they really are.

One of them may begin to carry on a conversation with you, and you may be none the wiser, not consciously aware of their true, divine nature, for this divine being may be there simply to observe your responses and gauge your vibrations and light, maybe even helping to raise your frequency. And all the while you may be thinking that the person is just the homeless man carrying his plastic bags of dumpster-diving salvage, or maybe the uppity, bitchy lady dressed in furs, or maybe a barefooted hippie with a psychedelic afro. Yet, in the greater universal reality, the body that the ascended master has assumed for his travels visiting you that day on Earth might be the same to him as a pair of pants and a shirt that you or I would put on and wear.

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Maybe these beings have the ability to drop in on us, in unassuming disguises that would provoke mental and emotional responses from us that they may want to observe. Or maybe they might just appear to us to boost us with love just by their very presence in our space.

How might you change your behavior if you knew that Jesus or Buddha or an Archangel was observing you, interacting with you, and asking you for a little help, just to give you the opportunity to do something uplifting?

Think of a thousand different types of people that they may come and appear to you as, and then consider that each one of those identities, or personas, could be like a version of the ascended master from one of his or her past or future lives. Maybe this divine being has had a million lives.

Perhaps the being you are observing strolling across the park, or the shopper walking alongside you in the mall, or the client who you are doing business with, even somebody that you know- perhaps a close friend – is really an ascended master, just behaving in an everyday, normal manner, yet sharing their divinity with you, and basking in the divinity they see inside you, your own divinity that you may not even be aware of yet. But the ascended master knows of the divinity inside you. And she knows that you, too, are a truly, divine being.

And consider that maybe you have been before or are becoming an ascended master, or that you are one now, but for one reason or another, you decided to forget that you were ascended and divine, so that you could play a persona, a character, in the theatrical play called life on Earth, just so you could have the rich experience of being in such a magnificent, theatrical production here on Gaia, filled with serendipity, synchronicity, complexity and simplicity.

And imagine that as soon as you were done performing your lines and experiencing the joy of the Theater, that you, too, like an ascended master does every day, could drop your body, and take on another in a different time and space, to be joined by those souls you have loved and wished to play with on another stage in another world.

What will you say to the greatest, most loving being you could imagine- Jesus or Moses or Lao-Tzu or Allah- when you see them face-to-face tomorrow, and they greet you in a body that looks just like the average Joe? Maybe you’ll want to give them a hug, instead of kicking them to the curb. Maybe you’ll be greeting your future self who is an ascended master, having lived a million and one lifetimes, who has transcended time, and has come back to pay yourself a visit and share a little love.

Maybe you would choose to be loving and kind and positive and helpful to everyone you met.

4:D healing practices and spiritual evolution

To preface this next article, since my research into extra-terrestrials which began in earnest in the late 1980s, I had been searching for the wisdom and philosophy of the benevolent extra-terrestrials, and there was never a doubt in my mind that our universe was filled with life, and therefore filled with billions upon billions of loving beings. Year after year, I kept reaching out beyond my comfort zone to learn about the good while also discovering some of the not-so-good. Over the years, my resolve grew, and I kept reaching in all directions for the universal heart of true goodness. I was more and more willing mentally to pursue my quest for the enlightenment and understandings of the extra-terrestrials, wherever it would lead, because reason told me that there must be more advanced and enlightened beings than us in the universe.

My personal long-standing quest into the realm of higher dimensional and extra-terrestrial beings had been expanding as I continued to read case after case of extra-terrestrial contact. However, while I felt like an explorer I also felt the need to remain a scientific analyst. I needed enough proof, as I encountered the UFO evidence, to convince myself thoroughly and completely that whatever it was that I was encountering was not weak wishful thinking, but genuine evidence with repeatable results as scientific investigation demands.

After over two decades of research, I allowed myself the privilege of opening myself to a channeling experience, whereby a human being goes into a deep meditative state and allows only the highest, most loving and benevolent entities to speak through their human vessel. So by 2010, I was primed for the experiences that would lead me to discover quite surprisingly that I had a gift for healing. The extra-terrestrial with which I was having hours of conversations (that were being channeled through the woman I knew) kept repeating to me over the course of that special but very difficult year that I had a gift that had laid dormant, and that I would just know how to heal people. I just had to muster up enough courage to try, and so at age forty-seven, I began to try to heal other people.

Even after many successful ‘healing experiments,’ I still was not completely convinced until the medical evidence started piling up. Now, I have complete confidence in these loving extra-terrestrials, angelic and benevolent higher-dimensional beings, but it did take awhile for me to get from there to here.

The bulk of the next article I wrote last year in response to a very spiritual friend when she shared with me her personal movement into healing, and so I wanted to share back with her what I had learned since I had begun my ‘healing experiments’ back in the summer of 2010. I hope that this article resonates with you, and that maybe by sharing this, it will inspire you to try to help those around you, too.

( Note: this article is reprinted from: http://www.ufohypotheses.com/healhigher.htm )

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August 18, 2013
Healing Practices and Spiritual Evolution
by Rick Keefe

In 2010, I was extremely fortunate to renew an acquaintance with a married couple whom I had known from sixteen years earlier when I had co-hosted a public access show in Tucson on which I helped interview guests about UFOs and metaphysics. Within several weeks of our renewed friendship, the couple invited my wife and I to their place for lunch, where they revealed that they were now publishing a book detailing their odyssey with an extra-terrestrial connection: the wife, Cathy, was a deep trance channeler of an extra-terrestrial being. I asked if I could interview the being, and they (the couple, the extra-terrestrial, and their civilization) granted me permission. After interviewing the being for two hours over two separate occasions, I felt comfortable with the ET being, his civilization, and their history and philosophy, and so I asked about a strange incident that happened to me in 1987 involving a four-foot white owl. The answer to that question extended into hundreds of questions over the year 2010, in which the couple, the extra-terrestrial, and their civilization were gracious enough to grant me about sixteen hours of time to explore my connection with extra-terrestrials and to explore some of my past lives. Very deep connections, inter-relationships, synchronicities, evidence and confirmations expanded my consciousness, and helped me to understand things that had been happening to me my whole life.

One of the messages that the being and his group kept repeating to me was that I had ability to heal people, something that I never remembered doing up to that point in time. Then, my wife reminded me that I had healed her wrist some fifteen years earlier. My wife had been scrubbing and cleaning, and had developed a fierce pain that brought her to tears. We had no health insurance, and so I reached for her wrist and tried to put all my love into healing her, asking silently to All That Is for her pain to go away. When I let go after a couple of minutes, my wife Maritza said that the pain had disappeared. Maritza reminded me of this after we heard the ET being channeled through Cathy keep reminding me about my ‘healing gift.’

This reminded me of when I was much younger, when one of my sisters was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s disease and developed a grapefruit-sized tumor in her belly. I was not able to visit her in the hospital for her surgery, but I really wanted to support her through her ordeal, so from home, I sat on my bed and meditated. Having read several books on spirituality at that point in my life, I knew that putting white light around a person with your mind could have positive effects, so I sat on my bed imagining white light around my sister. After her surgery, she had gone a long period without eating, and the medical staff and my parents were at a loss to get her to eat, so I went to the hospital and I got her to start eating again.

The being kept suggesting that I try to develop my healing ability, and I began to try to help people. One day, Cathy visited us at our store while her husband auditioned for an acting role, and I challenged Cathy to find a spot in the six thousand square foot store that a psychic friend had called a ‘hot spot’ nine years earlier. Cathy found the exact same spot, and gave me a history about what had happened there and what its nature was. During the walk through the pop culture retail store, one of my employees, Matt, came up to me to ask a question about work. He had a broken finger from punching his hand through a wall after a family member had put down the family dog without telling him first. Suddenly courage and inspiration came into me, and I asked Matt if I could try healing his broken finger. Matt said okay, and I felt not only Cathy’s encouragement but the ET being’s support as well, and I just began by doing what I had done for my wife Maritza fifteen years ago, and my sister decades earlier. Matt described the sensations he felt during the healing [so I later began to ask each person who I tried to help heal what they felt afterwards] and he returned several days later with the splint removed and almost full range of motion. He said the broken bone had healed. I asked him if I could try again to fully heal the finger and give it complete range of motion; he agreed, and he came back again a few days later after the second ‘healing experiment’ completely healed. I visited with Matt, who has moved on to his new career, earlier this year and at his wedding last month, and he still feels this finger is among his strongest.

Later, in 2010, I was privileged to meet a healer named Phyllis Winslow, who educated me in her manner of healing, and I made a short video documentary about her healing gift and practice, and then interviewed her for a public access show produced by Cathy and her husband. Phyllis’ had a more profound effect on me than she may have realized, and I told her that I really wanted to learn how to heal people, too.

By 2011, Cathy and her husband were looking to leave Tucson, and we lost touch, but the profound impact of those sessions with the extra-terrestrial, higher dimensional beings made a big impact on me, and helped me through some very difficult times, as well as giving me a new channel for focusing my energies.

I work retail, and sometimes I’ll ask someone, “How are you doing today?” Then, they may share with me something personal, like some emotional or physical discomfort they are experiencing; sometimes they may complain to me about bothersome pain that they are experiencing. I try get a sense of whether or not the person is truly suffering, and if I feel prompted, I may quietly mention that I discovered that I have a gift for healing, and if they have a few minutes, I may be able to help ease their pain. Most everyone that I offer to help is receptive, because I normally make the offer to those individuals who are in such discomfort that they will readily agree to any offer to help relieve them of their pain.

One of the first things that I do after I have felt prompted to offer my assistance to heal someone and they have agreed, is to help them find a place to sit, relax and get comfortable. Then, I always ask them to keep an open mind, and envision that this healing could have a very positive effect for their overall long-term health.

Another way that I help prepare certain individuals to be receptive for healing, after fully listening to their story about the origin of their issue, is to engage them in a conversation about the concept of not identifying who they are with their illness, so that they are more likely to allow the illness to be released on all levels, meaning the emotional, physical, mental, spiritual, causal, astral and etheric levels of their Reality.

I begin with my mantra that I created when I was a teenager: “I have faith that All That Is decides All That Is, and we are all a part of All That Is.” I always try to extend my deepest love to All That Is, my guides, their civilizations, and the angels as I am beginning the healing work. However, I do not consider myself religious or associated with any religion. I just try to be as spiritual as I can, since I know that we all have a direct connection with All That Is. I’ve also found that working from a state of joy amplifies the healing, so I try to get myself into as positive an emotional state as I can when I begin. I remember that I, too, as a conduit am also a co-creator with all the loving divine energies and beings.

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As far as the three middle fingers, I do not know why I started healing in that way, but it just seemed like the natural thing to do. So, I suggest it to the people I am trying to help through remote healings because it helps focus the energy I am bringing through onto their very specific area of need.

I heal as a conduit of Light through the use of light touch, but I have also had some success with remote healings. When I am healing with the person next to me (not remote), I will move from one hand three fingers, to one hand all five fingers, to both hands, to just one hand two fingers, or however spirit moves me. If I might be bold enough to make a suggestion to anyone beginning to practice healing: do not place any limitations [no limits] on how you should heal, and just stay completely focused on the energies that are coming through you as a healer.

Listen completely to the quiet, subtle promptings your mind receives, and adjust your hands and their configuration whenever you feel prompted. Try not to rigidly stick to one modality, because spirit will work in many different fashions to accomplish the healing. Just trust yourself, and of course respect the individual’s free will by asking them for permission when you feel directed to move to different areas.

Sometimes, I will feel prompted to help the individual be more open to receiving the energy, and I will ask for their permission to work on their head and crown chakra. Other times, I may be moved by spirit to help with their self-love if I sense that is an issue, and will ask their permission to work at the base of their neck or from the back over their heart, and sometimes I place one hand on the base of the neck and the other on the back, always with respect, gentleness, and allowing as much love from spirit to pour through along with as much love as I can offer, too. If I feel or am prompted, I will try to clear and clean third eye to allow for better visions, dreams and spiritual clarity.

Trust in yourself if you feel prompted to bring in certain colors of light that you may feel need amplification. You can also work at the sub-atomic level, visualizing the protons, neutrons, electrons, quarks and quantum particles re-aligning into their original divine patterns. Also, any time you feel a sense of negativity, pass that off to the guides and angels (and loving extra-terrestrial civilizations) that are assisting you for transmutation of that negative energy back into love, and remind the individual that they can do this, too. On occasions, I will even invite only the most loving of the individual’s passed-on relatives to come through if they are able to offer the highest, kindest loving energies for their relative needing healing.

You may start to see patterns of light, and swirls of light, or even a single color dominate your field of vision. Just allow the angels and guides to do their work through you, and observe. Sometimes, you may want to call up certain colors of light, so it is beneficial to look at certain colors for a long while until you can close your eyes and just visualize that color of light, so that you can call it in when necessary. Just in a very, very general way, I use blues for truth and inner strength, greens for physical healing, pinks for nurturing and self-love, whites for overall balance and overall health, gold for special boosts of energy and higher love, silver for timelessness and future positive effects, magenta for compassion and support, violet for regeneration and re-alignment of divine patterns, and Galaxy Center White for overall higher dimensional consciousness. I also visualize these colors sparkling at times. As a healer, I feel one is allowed to also use their loving imagination and inspiration, as you are a co-creator with the higher dimensional beings.

I often ask the individual to co-create healing light. Sometimes I will ask them to visualize a globe surrounding and penetrating the particular spot on their body that we are focusing on. Often, I will ask for the person to visualize sparkling white light filling up their whole body from their feet all the way up through the top of their head (crown chakra), and that they then visualize all the space around them as white sparkling light that pours in through the top of their head, creating a flowing circuit of white light going in and out of their body.

Another thing I often do is kneeling on my right knee, to stay grounded and connected to Gaia, and to remain humble in my efforts. Also, I envision the person being healed sitting in a pillar or column of light that reaches from the core of the Earth out to infinity, and I allow myself to be blessed by this pillar of light as well.

There are plenty of other ways that I try to help heal people. One of them is to never charge money for the healings so that the work remains pure of heart, and this is specific just to me. If while I am doing a healing, I begin to think of personal thoughts and I feel my ego popping up, I just gently stop that line of thinking, and re-establish my intentions, which are to focus on healing for this individual that is trusting in me to do the good work. Re-stating in my mind my highest intention to help them quickly puts my ego to sleep, and then I can immediately re-focus, which feels like success.

While I am in conscious connection with the higher dimensional beings (guides and angels and loving extra-terrestrial civilizations), I am always trying to focus through my heart but still use my mind to be able to receive communications in the form of a sort of mental telepathy from them, and on rare occasions I will be prompted to pass on information to the individual. However, I never recommend any medical advice, and always encourage the individual to continue to consult their doctors. I am simply there to add love and positive energies and Light to the process of healing.

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There are many occasions where I do not hear anything back from my guides and the angels for a long period of the session, which can last anywhere from three minutes to an hour and a half, but usually between five to fifteen minutes. However, often I will get a response back in the form of flashes of light, often taking the shape of an electric outline of an eye. This is when I know that they are in full participation with me and have responded to my telepathic requests, and recognize my need to hear back from them. Otherwise, I simply have learned to always trust and know that they are there for me in this healing work, which gives me great, great joy.

However, the most difficult healings are those where the person is near death. My goal with the individual who is near death is to relieve as much pain as possible, to give them clarity of consciousness, to extend their time enough so they are able to communicate with their loved ones prior to passing, and to let them know that they are loved unconditionally. Even still, I always hold out hope and ask for a miraculous recovery, even though that has not occurred in any of my experiences so far.

Ending the healing session is also a matter of trusting when you feel that you have done all that you can do to help the person at this time. I will start to get a prompting that this is a good place to stop for the moment, and I may ask the individual if they could re-assess how they feel, and if there are any areas that still need work or attention. If they feel they still have pain, I will go back to the healing work until they are doing even better.

While healing is such a great joy, the reason I call it healing ‘work’ is that it does take a lot of concentration and focus during the session to remain a pure conduit for unconditional Love and healing Light.

I always try to give my deepest gratitude afterwards to All That Is, my guides, their civilizations, and the angels after I have finished the healing work for that session. As well, when I remember the person over the next several days, I will keep sending them healing, loving energies, and ask that the higher dimensional loving beings continue to help them heal. And I really am so happy that I get to do this kind of healing work! For many people, their issue never returns. For others, there may be recurrences or residual discomfort. Some people are healed completely in a single session; others take several sessions and never quite seem to be able to shake the issue. I have learned to detach from the outcome, even though I am always pulling for everyone to be completely healed. I feel that there must be higher purpose and divine destiny in whatever outcome occurs, and yet I am always hoping for the most positive results, and my ego feels a certain sense of deflation when that does not occur. But I always trust in All That Is.

I am scientific by nature, so it took me a year and a half after I started doing healings in the summer of 2010 to finally become convinced that these healings were real, and not simply people patronizing me, or psychosomatic or placebo healing responses. I used to call them ‘healing experiments,’ but now I just call them ‘healings,’ because I know they are divine healings. I have been able to participate in healings that have restored broken bones, eliminated pre-cancer growths, fully healed Mitral Valve Prolapse, expelled West Nile virus, fully healed lung lesions, and assisted in the survival of open heart surgery patient whose first surgeon quit because the person had only a 2% chance of getting off the operating table, etc. So, now I am fully convinced, even in a scientific way. I have kept notes from the many healings, but not all of them, and I know that I have helped upwards of 170 people so far.

About a year after I first started healing, I wrote someone else and explained how I was doing the healing then: “The way I have been healing is that I just meditate and connect with All That Is, and I acknowledge my guides, and I put myself in a place of Love, and ask that healing come through me to the person with all my genuine feeling and love with great sincerity and my hope for their well-being to return. This has been working, and the more joy I bring to the healing session, which usually lasts three to six minutes or so, the better results I am seeing for people. I rest two or three fingers on the spot where they feel is the origin of their pain, cancer or illness. If spirit moves me, I may place my whole hand there, or adjust the position of my hand or fingers to direct the energy coming through. If my mind wanders to personal or ego ideas, I try to clear that away and re-focus on the person I am trying to help heal. I remember that I am tapping into Unlimited Love, and that there is no need for worry or concern, and to just allow Love to flow. When I feel like the healing is done, then I stop. Afterwards, I usually ask the person what they experienced and felt.”

I encourage you not to place any limits [NO LIMITS] on what you can accomplish.

Peace,

Rick

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3:D Origin and Background (the Owl Incident Part One)

(Note: I am publishing here for the first time a speech that I gave at a conference of people interested in metaphysics and extra-terrestrials.)

My name is Rick Keefe. I was born here in Tucson in 1962, and I have spent my whole life here in Tucson, went to the U of A in Fine Arts, and eventually put that to use by creating a pop culture business named R-Galaxy that my wife and I have been running for nearly twenty-one years. We  are fairly well received by our clients. Most of you know me from either the store or the two public access shows I have been a part of, “UFOAZ” and “Cosmic Chronicles,” or as a healer.

Back when I was very young, I played little league baseball, I was a competitive swimmer, and I played the piano. I was a newspaper delivery boy with a nine-mile paper route I biked every morning at 4am, the kid in the grocery store who bagged the groceries, and then went home and made 8mm movies blowing up my train set, and lighting my model airplanes on fire in front of my camera. I was an idealistic editorial page editor in high school journalism and a short story writer, a cross country runner, a philatelist, and a budding businessman.  Now, I have a small but self-informed following with my UFO Hypotheses DVD series on YouTube and my UFO Hypotheses website.

Now, just as everyone’s family story is unique, so is mine. My dad was an attorney, and he passed away in January 2013 at age 81. My mother received degrees in education, but became more interested in the adoption of children, and focused a lot of her attention on the Adoption Information Center, which she helped create.

After my sister Colleen and I were born to my parents, they adopted Johnny, the mama’s boy, Joey my sister from Korea who ran away twenty plus times, Shari from Korea, Tommy who is native-American and David who is Mexican (both of whom were terribly abused in foster homes before they came into our family), Marina who came up from Guatemala for a heart operation and ended up staying with us, Jamie a fantastic swimmer of Jamaican heritage, Randi Mae a doe-eyed sweetie, Danny who was Grandma’s boy, and Joey’s daughter Steffi.

Also, during my first eighteen years, two Vietnamese refugees came to live with us. First arrived Chanh, a male law student who spent much of his time driving my mother and various of my brothers and sisters around town. Chanh arrived with forty other Vietnamese men who were refugees, and Chanh was the only one who had all his four limbs intact. All the other Vietnamese men I met were either paraplegic or quadraplegic, due to our aggressive war in Vietnam. Then came Toni, a street-smart teenage Vietnamese girl who escaped on a Malaysian refugee boat that was then attacked by pirates, before she safely made it to Malaysia and then the U.S.

Whenever we were all out at a restaurant together, I was often treated to the specter of racism before my very eyes in the way that numerous waiters, hostesses and clerks would treat us differently, between each other, and also compared to the other tables they waited on while I sat and observed them. Still, I’m hopeful that in many places, we are progressing beyond racist behavior, but when I encounter it, I find it very distasteful.

Since age eighteen when I left home, I’ve been out on my own, trying to make a living. I have never had a professional job. I’ve worked in radio stations, in television studios, and on a couple Hollywood films, but always in low-level positions. And I worked as a video rental clerk before finally going into business for myself twenty one years ago with our pop culture store here in Tucson. I spend most of my time between our business and at home with my wife, mother-in-law, our canine son Louie, and now with three cats, Ashitaka, Kyoko and Oyuki. May our sharpei daughter Niea and kitty daughter Gigi rest in peace.

My wife and I watch sit-coms, Japanese animation, science fiction and romantic comedies. I have only a select few friends, and I don’t go out as often as I would like, due to financial considerations. I spend much of my time researching, writing, and making my very independent style of film documentaries.

I get excited about finding rare, esoteric books on belief systems, extra-terrestrials, metaphysics , philosophy, music and filmmaking. Once I lock onto a certain topic, I pour all my energy into learning about it, distilling it down to the essential understanding, and then sharing it with others through my point of view. My research projects tend to balloon into huge, decade long endeavors, because I want to explore all facets thoroughly in order to gain the clearest understanding I can.

In 1984, I balked at my university Theater Instructor’s demand that each of us spend time sweeping and cleaning the theater as part of our classroom education. I was paying my way through university working several jobs and taking out student loans. I protested to the instructor: I don’t have time to be earning money to pay for my schooling, and then receiving in return for my education dollar being told that I must sweep up after the upperclassmen.

So my instructor said that the only alternative was to write a twenty page research paper, which I gladly accepted over sweeping, and that paper mushroomed into an encyclopedia on filmmaking theory from the director’s point of view on every aspect of filmmaking. I started the project in 1984, and I am still not finished. It represents twenty feet of research, hand written from the original book source or photo-copied, cut and pasted, and exceeds 134 chapters presently, and incorporates direct quotes from over one thousand filmmakers from around the world.

With the encyclopedia, the influence of my multi-racial family upbringing is obvious, as I try to let everybody from all cultures have a voice in the collective gathering of ideas. I hope to be successful enough one day to buy back my time and finish the work. It holds an amazing amount of wisdom.

Here’s another example of how I am a little bit different. When I was about three or four years old, and I would visit my grandparents in Tombstone, Arizona where they lived and worked. I would spend time walking through the desert, avoiding the mine shafts as they had warned me about, and looking for rocks and minerals. My grandparents recalled telling me that they found me talking to the rocks. I guess I just had a passion or something because by third grade I had written a one-hundred page book on rocks and minerals, which I then burned because I felt it was too plagiaristic. By sixth grade I was taking geology classes at the University of Arizona, where the students gently teased me and called me “The Brain.”

Even in high school, I was always discussing philosophical concepts with any friend or teacher who was willing to engage with me, as I tried to figure out what I believed in.

In high school, I could have graduated in my junior year. However, I realized since I had already started school when I was five and the other kids were six years old, if I graduated early, I would have no chance with the girls who would then be two years older in university. My experience up to that time was that both high school girls and college girls were almost always dating guys older than them, so I reasoned I would have no chance for to date unless I stuck around another year.

In my senior year in high school, I won a lot of awards in Junior Achievement, and I was also honored with the Sears Leadership Award and given a small scholarship, but more importantly a book that talked about four aspects that make up a good leader: physical, emotional, mental, and a quality that surprised me: spiritual.

At that time, I considered myself an agnostic who was still open-minded and searching. I had been baptized Catholic, which was my Dad’s religion. By age six, we were going to my mother’s church, which was Protestant, where I was thrown out of Sunday school for apparently asking too many of the wrong, penetrating questions that a young child had no business contemplating.

A few years later, we ending up in a progressive Methodist church where there was lots of singing, dancing, and poetry. As my parents were generally adopting older, harder-to-place children into our family, there were always new belief systems and ways of thinking coming into our household, and I had to learn to adjust and accommodate for their benefit and integration into our family. I was always hearing foreign languages, learning about different lands and customs from numerous foreign university students who would come to visit us, and also having to deal with all the mental and emotional issues that the newly adopted children brought with them. It didn’t always work well, and there were some very difficult childhood years, especially as my parents grew in different directions, apart from each other.

So, it was a very complex childhood that left me wide open to all ways of thinking. In college, I aspired to writing novels, and in one of my half-finished books about a group of people who had joined a cult in their honest search for enlightenment, but found themselves persecuted by outsiders and their cult’s own leader, I created a middle-aged Chinese character, but since I didn’t know much about oriental philosophy, I added a class at the U of A called Chinese philosophy, and discovered the Tao.

Wow! Finally I had encountered the way of thinking that I had been naturally practicing my whole life, but here it was in words in front of me for the first time. As I began to share my wonderful discovery with other students and friends, my interest in the spiritual seemed to turn most people off. They wanted to party, talk about pop culture, and generally engage in the philosophy of Fun. But I was happy. I had found my thing, and it was Taoism.

And then, a guitarist friend who had started dating a former girlfriend of mine shared a book with me that his mother had really taken to, and that was THE NATURE OF PERSONAL REALITY by Seth. And this book blew me away. It really did. It was so deep and enthralling, and I had to understand every word. I would read and contemplate, read and contemplate, and I could only manage to read five or six pages a day because the concepts were so deep and mind-expanding to me. I loved it, and found my way to getting all of the Seth books.

I spent most of the 1980s reading Seth, the Tao, and quotes by film directors from around the world talking about their beliefs, their cultures, and their inspiring moments. So this is what I mean when I say that I spend much of my time contemplating social belief systems. I am the kind of guy who will always try to jot down an inspired thought before I forget about it, and I had piles of scrap paper notes that I would eventually transcribe into this notebook or that, on this subject or that.

I kept trying to understand how life on Earth could be so messed up, and out of balance, and why people behaved in the ways that they do. Especially people who would go to church on Sunday and proclaim love for all, and then encourage their kids to join the military and go off and kill people in foreign lands.

I kept trying to find people who could give me a broader perspective, and I would pick their brains, and ask them tough questions, questions I wanted answers to, and that has blossomed into my unpaid career as a freelance video journalist.

I find people who have interesting belief systems and cosmologies, and I study them as much as I can with the resources at my disposal, I make contact with them, and then I barrage them with a thousand questions in hope of becoming more enlightened myself.

My wife and I are of the economic lower class, and it wasn’t until 2006 that the price of a computer that could do video editing had dropped down enough in price that I could begin to pursue filmmaking. I could have gone off to Hollywood like several of my friends much earlier, but I had read enough to realize that the Hollywood Machine would have stolen my ideas, chewed me up and destroyed my passion for independent expression. I had read enough about film directors who were obstructed by the studios, producers, bankers, insurance companies, fundamentalists, egotistical film actors, and a myriad of other obstacles by the powers that be which control mass media.

So I made the choice to try to become independently wealthy, and make films the way I wanted to see them finished. I wanted final cut, and if I couldn’t have final cut, I wouldn’t set myself up for disappointment and heartache just for a bunch of lousy dollar bills.

Another turning point in my evolution was when I was reading an article about Spielberg around 1984, and I became upset because he had chosen to terrorize all of us with “Jaws,” even though I realized that he had the capability of making much more uplifting films. I tried not to judge him, but I decided that I would need to be a responsible filmmaker, and that I really needed to contemplate the ripple effects of anything that I would choose to create. This was re-inforced after I had written a Monty-Pythonesque version or Shakespeare’s RICHARD III. A female friend Nola read it and wanted to play a major role in it, but she asked me to minimize the bloodshed. I resolved not to write about violence irresponsibly in her honor, after she was found murdered behind a convenience store, leaving behind her husband and two children.

So by 2006, I had been studying the extra-terrestrial phenomena for about eighteen years, and I felt like I could stand responsibly behind the type of productions I envisioned putting out for people.

One of my decisions was to make films about the taboo subjects within the taboo field of UFO research. I would go to the razor’s edge where professionals and sane men were afraid to tread, and I would help keep it open for public exploration and discussion, and treat it with a tough, analytical approach that appealed to the highest common denominator instead of the lowest.

I would pack the documentaries with information, and almost overload them so that the interested viewer would have to watch the film a second time to take in everything. And I think because I was raised by both a teacher and an attorney who grilled me often and made me justify my opinions and reasoning, I took this approach on my 2009 documentary called  S-4 INFORMERS. I presented it in a form as if I was having to present my case to a jury. This resulted in a six and a half hour long documentary. Well, at least it is thorough, right?

My passion for exposing this ugly side of our society was encouraged by my appreciation for photo-journalists like W. Eugene Smith, who wrote and photographed the ugliness of World War II and other transgressions like the mercury poisoning in Minamata, Japan. And Don Bolles, who was an investigative crime reporter in Arizona who was literally blown to pieces pursuing his stories of corruption.

I want to make it clear that I do not aspire to be blown up or injured, but instead that I feel compelled to protect our civil liberties, the Bill of Rights, and the human rights of the common man who wants to pursue life, liberty and happiness as his own free will inspires him.

I tended in the 2000s to go off on rants occasionally, but as more and more of my documentaries are reaching a wider audience, my ranting is finally subsiding to a more acceptable level. I never really ranted until after the mockery of an election in 2000, and the Bush vs. Gore fiasco. After the Supreme Court decided in favor of Bush and overruled the Florida Supreme Court and stopped the recount just as Gore was about to surpass Bush on a Saturday afternoon, I began my ranting. Now, after years of meditation, I try to put more energy into being myself rather than ranting about the world.

I had always wanted to write fiction screenplays and make big science-fiction epics, but due to my choices about eschewing the Hollywood Machine, I turned toward documentary filmmaking. I still hope to make my feature films one day, and I am hoping that the universe will allow that to happen for me, if that is where the highest good will be. Mainly, I am trying to contribute to a greater understanding of what our lives on Earth are all about, and share that with my fellow Earthbound human beings.

I like to think of myself as open-minded, GDI (goddamned independent), a refined analyst, a critical thinker, and a person who is highly distrustful and skeptical about people in leadership positions, because I have found that almost every leader abuses power or succumbs to greed.

I am also what I call “an infrastructure nerd.” I get excited about improvements to my society in the form of better roads, safer bridges and dams, earthquake-resistant structures, solar and wind power and other green alternative energy sources. I like projects that really improve our quality of life so that we all have time to pursue our spiritual nature.

Even though I am of low income, I consider myself somewhat of a philanthropist in that I try to be generous with what I have. In 1987, I confounded everyone I knew by giving away my four thousand LP record album music collection to the local community radio station KXCI. My parents and boss and others thought I was out of mind, but I had felt like I was doing something wonderful for the community, because it was music that had helped me get through much of the turbulence of my youth, and I wanted other people to be able to experience the music instead of just me hoarding it.

Donating the record collection was a truly liberating experience for me, and it released me from materialism, even though no one around me understood that. It is with that same spirit of “infrastructure improvement” that I also give away almost all my UFO Hypotheses DVD projects. Now, looking back, I feel that I have been just trying to help uplift the frequency of the planet in my own unique way.

Now, you may understand who is behind this blog, and who is putting out the UFO Hypotheses material and who is tossing out questions and opinions on the occasional public access program.

And here is where I’d like to turn this article toward my connection to the UFO phenomena.

On the evening of Wednesday May 20, 1987, I was visiting my family’s house and watching the second half of “Salem’s Lot.” I was 24 years old, living alone and unmarried at that time, and had been living by my own means since age eighteen, but this night I had come over for a visit after several months of turmoil in my life, due to my parents. Vampire films had fascinated me because I always liked to see how good people defeat these energy leeches.

During the movie, there came out of nowhere a terrible electric thunderstorm, when the power went out in the house, and the electricity remained off for over forty minutes. Some of us had gathered in the dining room waiting it out for the power to come back on, but after awhile I decided to go back to my apartment. The storm had mostly subsided after the power had first went out and I was driving west down Speedway, which at that time was only a single lane road until it reached the intersection I would encounter first, Pantano Road, at which point Speedway widened to three lanes on either side.

However, I was still several hundred yards from the intersection when I saw a huge white owl standing in my lane. I had never seen an owl as big as this.

My immediate thought was, “The thunderstorm must have brought the owl down from the Catalina mountains to the north.” As I drove and got closer and my mind raced for an explanation, I thought, “There’s no way that could be a dog, standing on its hind legs, could it?”

I looked carefully down the long single-lane road. No. It was a four foot white owl, and as I got closer and closer, I kept expecting it to spread its wings and fly up and off, but it didn’t.

I am very reluctant to hurt any living creature, and I thought, “I can’t hit it. I can’t hit it. Please, God, don’t let me hit it!” Suddenly, I had to swerve to avoid hitting the owl and I swung the steering wheel hard to the left yet under control, then corrected back to the right since I had gone completely into the opposite lane, even though there were no oncoming cars, and as I swerved back, I felt a mixture of pride and relief for not injuring the owl. I quickly looked in the rear view mirror and then over my right shoulder to see the owl, expecting to see it flying off, but I never saw it again. I felt shaken up and I didn’t feel like stopping, and just drove straight back to my apartment.

A curious detail that I find amusing is that the moment after swerving, I remember the car radio working and playing the song, “Turn! Turn! Turn!” by the Byrds. My Ford Fairmont always had bad electrical problems, and the radio would only work intermittently, and by two weeks later, that car radio never worked again. I can not remember anything else about that evening. I think that I must have gone home and gone straight to bed. In those days, I was very much inclined to stay in my apartment and work on my film encyclopedia.

Curiously, over the next few months while I continued my ongoing film research, TIME magazine began running an ad campaign using “Turn! Turn! Turn!” and every time the ad came on the tube, I would recall “The Owl Incident.” Over the months and years, I would recall this event from time to time. Once, I was in a camera shop to purchase a tripod, and another customer was talking about his bird photography to the clerk. I interjected into their conversation that one time I had seen a four foot white owl after a thunderstorm, but the nature photographer was insistent that owls did not grow to that size, and I insisted right back that they must because I had personally witnessed one, and that it was solid white.

I told a couple of my friends about the owl, and we all shrugged it off since no one had ever heard of an owl that big.

A year or two later, a co-worker of mine at a video store I worked at brought in a book by a science fiction and horror author who had been on the Johnny Carson show. He knew that I liked science fiction, and said that it read like science fiction, but that the author had claimed that it was all true. He was fascinated by it, and asked me to read it and see what I thought. I borrowed the book, but didn’t bother to read it until about six months later. The book was about extra-terrestrials.

When I began reading it, I found it interesting, but when I got to page twenty four, I was shocked. I almost fell out of my chair, so to speak. It said: “I did not know that the owl and the light were screen memories that concealed a traumatic experience. As described by Freud, the screen memory is a method that the mind uses to shield itself from things too upsetting to recall.”

I became self-aware that most all of my writing (my novels, my film encyclopedia, my comedy and dramatic screenplays) has included mention of extra-terrestrials. It was then that I began reading all sorts of books on the subject of UFOs and extra-terrestrials.

But I needed to be convinced a little more that something unusual may have happened that night back in 1987, so I decided to go to the University of Arizona library, which was like my second home since I spent so much time there checking out film books by the score. I wanted to pinpoint the exact date. I used the microfilm archives of the Arizona Daily Star to find the TV listings of when the second half of “Salem’s Lot” had aired. After checking the local news section and finding no reports of any UFO sightings reported, I decided to start at the front page and work my way through the newspaper from the day after the thunderstorm. And on the very front page, I found an article that sent a chill down my spine. It was like a revelation.

The headline of the front page article was: “God-Made Storm Leaves Half-Inch of Rain.” The most striking part of the article was the admission by the National Weather Service spokesman responding to the fact that the storm did not come in on any weather front, but had simply materialized out of nowhere. The weather spokesman was quoted:

“The weather is definitely unusual. The month of May is normally pretty dry. But who knows, if you checked weather records back for one thousand years, this may not be that unusual. But our records go back only one hundred years, so this seems unusual.”

Here’s my drawing of the owl I did around that time:

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And here’s the newspaper article:

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I never told any of the local authorities, or any of the Air Force about the “owl incident.” I didn’t tell my dad, who besides being a successful attorney was also a Lt. Colonel in the Air Force Reserves, and recruited athletes to the Air Force Academy. I kept it to myself aside from one letter to a UFO researcher, who wasn’t interested and referred me to a hypnotherapist for a hypnotic regression, which I chose not to do.

From my UFO research, I started noticing that I had a number of interesting similarities to other people who may have had a real unusual encounter. I had constant nosebleeds for about ten years. I had a unusual cyst taken out of the back of my neck. I often had dreams of extra-terrestrial beings. I also could often hear a peculiar high frequency in one or the other ear.

Thus, began my earnest search into what was happening here on Earth with regard to UFOs, a topic that is still mostly taboo and highly ridiculed in our society, especially by those in authority.

When I met my wife Maritza, we were both drawn to things metaphysical, and from 1990 on, our journey has been shared together, and she has endured my passion and my obsession for this subject matter.

In the early 1990s, I found myself working at a different video store in the same shopping plaza as a metaphysical-New Age bookstore called the Blue Millennium. There I met the core group of UFO enthusiasts whom I still am involved with to greater and lesser degrees today. I was able to hear lectures from some of the best guests around the United States, because they would often appear on a local public access program, “UFOAZ.” After a time, I was invited on to be a co-host. This lasted about a year and a half, before I left to open our pop culture business.

During that year and a half stint on “UFOAZ,” there was an occasion where both of my co-hosts were out of town at a Gulf Breeze Florida UFO conference, and I was able to produce the entire show about “UFOs in Africa.” The live show was interspersed with video segments that I had put together. My show’s guest was a friend and mentor to me named Andre Swancy, who had worked in the bowels of the Smithsonian Institution where he observed artifacts of great historical significance that pointed to extra-terrestrial involvement with Earth that were never allowed to see the light of day in front of the public eye.

I learned a lot from Andre, and both myself and Maritza, who floor-managed the “UFOS in Africa” show, learned that we could put a really interesting program together. Maritza occasionally contributes her great still photography to projects I make. Our most recent joint project was one for a Hopi elder friend who allowed us the privilege of filming several dances that are rarely allowed to be intimately filmed, but he and the tribe allowed us. That was quite an experience for both of us, and we hope that we can show that film to those of you who are interested very soon.

My wife and I have seen at least four UFOs between us. Once together in Rocky Point where the object that looked the size of a large star zipped up and down in diagonal paths before shooting off while we shouted to our other friends down by the shoreline to look up and see it. They did not see it, but we did, and I find it fascinating that some people have visitations, and others do not. It turned out, however, that one of those two friends had also seen UFOs, and her mother had experienced seeing a being which she describes as being non-human on the other side of her screen door here in Tucson decades ago.

My wife saw another UFO while I was driving us back from a trip to Guatemala when we were in Mexico a few hours outside of Brownsville, Texas. It had a blue glow.

A few years later, I was going to pick up Maritza at her belly-dancing class, and I saw a UFO by myself, and I shared that on “UFOAZ” with viewers at that time.

A few years back, Maritza and I saw another UFO, and drove all around town trying to follow it, and get a closer look.

After all my research, would I recommend trying to make contact with a UFO? Now, I would say no, don’t bother, because you never know who may be flying the thing, and it might not be healthy or safe. If you are meant to have contact, I believe it will happen anyway, but it may be a mistake to put out an open invitation, like Dr. Steven Greer and his associates do, because you never know who may just decide to answer.

After I retired from the “UFOAZ” program, I kept privately pursuing my UFO research, and this led me to Wendelle Stevens home for an interview on the Pleiadians. I did an early interview with Bob Dean at the Blue Millennium, and I kept reading books and scouring the TV listings for anything UFO, and recording it to VHS for future reference.

In October 1994, Tim Beckley held a spectacular UFO-New Age- Metaphysical conference in Phoenix, and Maritza and I traveled up to Phoenix, with pages of prepared questions for most of the speakers at the event, questions that I had prepared weeks before. I researched thoroughly so that whomever I was able to gain an interview with, I had all my research and questions prepared already so that I could get really intelligent, flowing interviews direct from the source.

My personal approach was also very different from that of “UFOAZ.” I did not feel the need to play devil’s advocate. My goal was to present sincere, well-educated individuals to a larger audience who may not otherwise have a platform to view their findings in the field of UFO research and related fields of study. I wanted to present the work of these individuals in such a way as to give their viewpoint a sincerely open-minded look without the typical debunking and ridicule present in most media forums.

In my style of presentation, the greatest opportunity is given for speakers to present their full stories without derogation, and allow the viewer to hear a presentation in its fullest form, and especially to allow the viewer to make up their own mind, without being told by another “authority” or “expert” how to think about what the speaker has presented.

When I make my documentaries, subtitles, cues, and short summaries of ideas are often “fonted” over a speaker or image in order to help those audience members who may be new to the subject matter in order to keep up with what are often very detailed, specific esoteric points, and also in an effort to make clear references when pronouns are being used, so that the information is most clearly understood. In this manner, I present the speaker directly to the audience without filtration, in the purest attempt at direct communication of each speaker’s ideas.

Within minutes of strolling the vendor’s tables at Beckley’s conference, and keeping an eye out for my most desired interview subjects, I saw a man stroll in that I most wanted to interview. “UFOAZ” had interviewed him earlier, but I had not been a part of that interview. I took his information much more seriously than the lead host of “UFOAZ,” and I really wanted to ask him deeper, more penetrating questions.

That man was Alex Collier, who claimed to be a contactee. His information had touched not only my intellect, but my intuition. I approached Alex and introduced myself, and found that he was just checking into the hotel. I asked him for an interview, and he immediately agreed, and within ten minutes of knowing him, I filmed what has become known as “UFO Hypotheses: Alex Collier Volume One” I hope that some of you have seen this interview already. If YouTube is any indication, nearly half a million people have seen it. When Maritza and I presented this DVD at the International UFO Congress in 2007, we were literally swarmed by scores of people for this DVD. For some reason, it really connects with a lot of people.

While making clear that the information was not his own material but theirs, the Andromedan ET perspective that Alex shared really resonated with me and this set me on a path of spending the next ten years or so trying to verify the information.

I brought Alex Collier to Tucson the next year for a small workshop on Easter Day 1995. That lecture has since became “Alex Collier Volume Two,” but not until years later as all the UFO interviews I was making in the mid-nineties were suddenly lost without a trace for nearly eight years, until I rediscovered half of them in 2003.

When I played again the interview I had done with Alex in 1994, and I heard him say that we here on Earth had to get our house in order by July or August of 2001 or events would occur that could lead us into a very dark time. I nearly fell out of my chair again as I recalled the events of September 11, 2001. Alex had alluded to this back in October of 1994.

By 2003, I had been introduced to David Icke’s material, which I felt helped strongly support the Andromedan information. I began compiling more and more information, and wondered why in a field like UFO research that there was such a taboo against talking about reptilian ETs. I know some peope dislike David Icke, but I feel that his research is immensely ground-breaking and thorough, and I can clearly separate his personal life from his research.

Like a good investigator, I paid attention to all my sources of UFO information, still trying to be responsible and validate what I was finding in the Collier–Andromedan information. So, I decided that it was time to call Lt. Col Wendelle Stevens again, and ask for another interview. This was in the spring of 2004. I asked Wendelle all about reptilians that day when he came over to my house, and Wendelle said that he knew nothing about reptilian ETs.

Still, I asked his forbearance, and that maybe he might be able to answer one or two, even if he only knew a little about them. I proceeded to continue to grill him with all the questions about reptilian ETs that I had prepared. And as it turned out, Wendelle did know something about reptilian ETs, in fact quite a bit. He told me about a case involving a woman who had regular sexual relations with a reptilian ET. He shared with me another case that he had researched along with UFO Newsclipping Service editor Lucius Farish, about a Cherokee American Indian girl named Phyl Pierceall who was in contact with green-skinned reptilian humanoid ETs who claimed to be visiting from a planet beyond the star Rigel. However, Wendelle explained that this was not the area of research that he wanted to pursue, and that he would direct reptilian ET cases to other researchers.

Wendelle and I did connect somehow that day, and Wendelle agreed to keep coming out to my home about every month or two for three to four hours at a time for more interviews about Pleiadian ETs and all the other books that he had written or published. A dream that I didn’t know I had came true, and my UFO-ET Contact mentor came into my life. My original intention was just to add to my investigation of the Andromedan material, but it mushroomed into something much bigger.

By 2005, as Wendelle continued to shared openly all the facets of his own fascinating life with me while he conveyed how he became involved in investigating each of these cases, I implored Wendelle to write his own autobiography, but Wendelle was not interested in that. Rather than write his own life’s story, Wendelle would rather keep writing his books, now published in disc format due to the high cost of publishing in standard book form. So I asked him if I could write his biography, and he agreed to let me, and so I began year by year of his life, following his maturation from pilot to world-renowned UFO-ET contact investigator. And this project was still ongoing when Wendelle passed away from lung disease on September 7, 2010.

It is hard for me to put into words what my association and friendship with Wendelle has meant to me personally. Wendelle treated me with great respect, as an equal, and shared his most personal triumphs and tragedies with me. We journeyed to UFO conferences together when I could afford to go, and I could call him up at any time with any questions I had. I built an Amazon store for him to sell his books and I created a website for him where he could sell directly to customers. When Maritza and I were having our most difficult financial times during the beginning of the depression/recession, Wendelle always made sure that I had food, dropping by baskets of food during the last years of his life to us and several hundred families every month, as this became his huge charity project for the community in his final years.

Because of what Wendelle shared with me about the disposition and break-up of the APRO files and other UFO legacy collections over the years, I pleaded with him to consider finding a permanent home for his UFO library with some group or institution that he trusted so that all his sixty-plus years of research would not get scattered to the four winds like so many other collections had before him. I encouraged him to leave his legacy available for all serious UFO-ET researchers, including myself.

Wendelle told me a lot of closely guarded UFO-related secrets, and I never betrayed his confidence. Wendelle listened to me because he trusted me and knew that I only had his best interests at heart, because he knew that I had grown to love him like a grandfather, and he told me on several occasions before he passed away that he loved me. Wendelle and his wife Suzy did eventually find a suitable repository for his life’s work with the help of his longtime friend and associate Jim Dilettoso, who helped place Wendelle’s research with the Open Minds Foundation in Phoenix.

During all my years of interviewing Wendelle, he would often digress to a case about a sentry who ended up on his doorstep in 1991 who claimed to be both a guard and a paid government assassin, based inside a secret laboratory complex within Area 51, called S-4. As Wendelle’s age and health issues became more pronounced, I decided that it was probably time to explore this case to its fullest before he and other key witnesses were to pass on. This was the last major project I completed with Wendelle before he passed away in 2010.

I have nearly one hundred hours of Wendelle on high quality digital tape, answering all manner of questions about his life and research, and I hope to share all of this with you over the next several years. However, I have to do it in the way that Wendelle trusted me to release the information, with careful accuracy.

I will also be continuing to release the “UFOHypotheses’ UFO Crash At Aztec” series, as well as other metaphysical programs throughout the coming years.

Jim Nichols also reappeared in my life around 2005. Jim was laying low in regard to putting out UFO-related material, and was unnerved by the growing power of the Bush-Cheney-CIA regime. Jim visited me at R-Galaxy and wondered if I would sell some of his art prints, which we did. It was then that we really re-connected and have since shared many happy moments, information, observations, and opinions together. I was also able to interview Jim and Wendelle together side-by-side, and those DVDs will be forthcoming.

Jim urged me around this time, based on my interest in the reptilian ET research that I was pursuing, to visit Peggy Kane, who was involved in reverse speech and electronic voice phenomena research. This led me down the dark side of ET involvement with Earth in a way that some viewers of my documentaries find very disturbing.

When I premiered “Peggy Kane Volume One” at the International UFO Congress, there were film festival judges who became very distraught to the point of tears, and begged the Congress to be allowed to stop watching the documentary. Unfortunately, as we all know, the UFO-ET field of research is not all rosy and uplifiting. But somehow we have to overcome our fears.

I have also filmed and am editing very good interviews with Bob Dean, Michael Salla, John Lear, Tim Beckley, Linda Moulton Howe, Grant Cameron, and many other respected UFO researchers.

In 2010, my search had led me to this realization which I posted at the top of my website: “Reflection is when we ask ourselves how we are all together going to rise above all the issues that are posed by both the ancient and still ongoing extraterrestrial presence on Earth, and by the state of civilization left for us because of centuries of greedy Earth leadership and their warmongering.”

However, I am also trying to branch out and explore other parts of myself aside from my UFO interests, like making music and producing fiction films.

One of the key reasons that I developed a passion for UFO contact research, besides Wendelle’s influence, was to understand what spiritual philosophies were motivating the benevolent extra-terrestrial races. I have always been looking for ET contact communications that were of the same caliber as Taoism and the Seth material.

I have found some good passages from the four volumes of “Messages From The Pleiades” that Wendelle had translated. As an interesting sidenote, it turns out that a private art tutor of mine in the late 1980s was the same German woman who, several years before, had translated one of the “Messages” books for Wendelle. Even before I met Wendelle, this woman, my art teacher, had done three consecutive Tarot readings for me one night, each reading had almost the same exact cards in the same exact positions, and each of the three readings indicated that I would receive much help from a special mentor.

Now, I am very focused on finishing my philosophy book that incorporates extra-terrestrial teachings and other teachings from Gandhi, Lao-Tzu, Paramahansa Yogananda and other brilliant spirits into one book that I can use on a daily basis for guidance, and I am hoping that this book will help other people as well.

I continue my freelance filmmaking, and hopefully there will be more coming with my fledgling association with elders of several of the Pueblo nations here in Arizona and New Mexico. And, of course, I will continue to add to the UFOHypotheses website and DVD series.

However, my life took its biggest turn in 2010, when a million things were happening to me all at once, including conversations with entities who I believe are extra-terrestrials. I discovered through the encouragement of these same extra-terrestrials that I had the ability to heal people in my own special way. I’ll share more about that in my next post.

Thank you for reading all the way through this long article.

Peace,

Rick

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2:D destiny and freewill

Now that I have created my own diary (after several years of waiting) I am asking myself what direction I want to take this, and who am I writing it for. In the end, I guess I am really writing it for myself, because after all: it is my diary, and no one is going to care more about my life than myself.

So, dear reader, remember that. I may pretend like I am writing this blog for you and other readers to share some of my experiences, insight and humor that I gained along my path, but since most people care the most about themselves, naturally their interest in somebody else’s life- in this case, mine- is going to be far less than my own interest in myself. Sometimes, the act of setting down on paper my feelings helps me get a better eagle’s eye view of this magical, shared-reality here on Earth. However, I have no ulterior motives inviting you to share my journal other than to offer up my version of reality, in the hopes that I connect with a few of you who can appreciate my views, as you share yours with me , which you can do in the comments section of this blog.

And so, when each of us manifest here on Earth and incarnate as a newborn child, being born from a woman who was seeded by a man, we each may ask ourselves, “Was this my destiny to be born into my particular family and circumstances, or did I choose it out of my freewill? Is my life and fate determined by destiny or freewill?”

If it’s destiny, then why bother making decisions and choosing anything, right? Because destiny implies that no matter what choice you make, you will end up with a particular, pre-determined outcome. And if it is freewill, then why doesn’t everything you choose become reality? Life appears more as a blend, and maybe, the question should be written with “and” instead of “or”: destiny and freewill.

Destiny and freewill together may suggest that life is not really about choosing one extreme or another in a holographic construct of polarized opposites. Maybe life is a balancing act in a world of apparently incongruent, opposing forces, but only on the surface appearance. Maybe life is much deeper than choosing some friends over others, one country over all the other nations, bigger and deeper than choosing one religion, one way to have sex, one team to cheer for, and one truth to live by. Maybe the universe, or the multi-verse for that matter, is infinite enough to accommodate everything, and more.

One of the realizations that has been evolving in my mind over the decades is that there may be room for everything in this infinite multi-verse. Each individual person can have their own personal reality, their own subjective experiences and understandings that are in direct conflict with another person’s reality, and yet in the greater scheme of things, taking the eagle’s eye view of the multi-verse, there is room for all of these apparently opposing and contradictory realities. Maybe paradox is reality, or at least one reality of many.

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Webster’s dictionary defines paradox as “a statement that is seemingly contradictory or opposed to common sense, and yet is perhaps true.” I feel that the place to resolve the paradox of destiny and freewill is right within one’s own heart. I’ve found that with meditation, then contemplation, then intention, and finally action, that I am more equipped and better served to travel joyfully through the paradox of life on Earth, and still remain in balance. Meditating suggests that I need to listen for a higher reality instead of letting my brain do all the talking; contemplation suggests that I need to both think and feel with my heart and my mind; intention suggests that I need to contemplate serving others as well as I serve myself; and action suggests that I need to walk my talk, and carry through by honoring everyone so that win-win scenarios are created. In this way, destiny, freewill and paradox are amalgamated into a balanced, multi-versal whole.

Not a black hole, or Alice’s rabbit hole, a donut hole or an a-hole, but a balanced whole.

And this is part of the purpose behind why I have created a public diary. Some of my experiences and reality is so far removed from what appears to be normal, ordinary human experience that I wish to reach out to others to see what benevolent connections we can make to each other’s realities.

I know this blog won’t be written for the millions, or the thousands, or maybe even the hundreds, but just for those few of you who may resonate with what I am going to begin sharing with you, and it is for both you and I that I write this blog and share my continuingly strange and wonderful journey.

And it would be just that much more wonderful if you would care to reply and comment to these articles if you feel so benevolently inspired. You would probably need to join WordPress.com for free to do this. I’m so new to all this at this point that I don’t know for sure. Otherwise, you can always write to me at rick@ufohypotheses.com. My best to each one of you that has taken the time to read up to here.

Peace,

Rick

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