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Now for some fun! This is a three-part series. I found this interview to be one of the most fascinating yet. (I know you’re laughing at me, J.R. That’s okay!) I also interviewed a “small gray” yesterday. Much to my surprise, it’s the “tall grays” who are the nefarious ones. Enjoy!
Me: Look, Erik, do you think you could go get a benevolent alien to interview?
Jamie: I like how you put that.
Me: Yes. None of the creepy ones, please.
Jamie: He’s teasing about pulling them all in for a line up so that we could pick one.
Me (laughing): Yeah!
Jamie: He did mention that you were interested in the Tall Whites.
Me: Mm hm.
Jamie: So that’s who he engaged with prior to the conversation today.
Me: Oh, okay. Tell me when he’s here.
Jamie: That’s nice. He just asked me if he could invite them into the room. This is the first time he’s ever asked!
Me: Well, in case you get weirded out maybe. He cares about you. It’s not all teasing and pranking!
Jamie: It was really nice.
Me: Aw.
Jamie (to Erik): Yes, if he’s here to help and talk in honesty then, yes, bring him in.
(Pause)
Jamie: And then he does this cheesy snapping of the fingers. (She snaps her fingers on both sides.)
Erik: I’ll bring them in right now.
Jamie: We have everybody? Is that two?
(Pause as Jamie looks off to the left, presumably at the aliens. She has this puzzled look on her face.)
Jamie (to Erik): Did you tell them not to mess with the equipment, not to mess with the cameras or the sound?
Me: Yes, please! All right, what do they look like, Jamie?
Jamie: Two of them.
Me: Oh, two. Tell me what they look like.
Jamie looks up and down in such a way that the aliens must be pretty tall.
Jamie (to Erik): How tall are my cabinets?
Erik gives her an answer.
Jamie: So, seven foot?
Me: Wow, okay.
Jamie: Six and a half, seven footish.
Me: My next question should be do they play basketball over there, but I won’t. I’ve got a lot of questions, so we’re going to try to answer these succinctly. I can’t believe I used that word so early in the morning!
Jamie: The one to the right said that they do have games, but they do not have “your basketball.”
Jamie grins.
Me: So, what else do they look like? What does their skin look like, their eyes, everything?
Jamie: I would say that their eyes are more of a dark blue. Not black.
Me: Mm hm.
Jamie: And they’re not really a shiny, reflective—
Me: Okay.
Jamie: It’s more like a—it’s weird. I’ll try to explain it. You know when you look at a human’s eye it has kind of a surface.
Me: Mm hm.
Jamie: When you look into theirs, it’s almost like you’re looking into them.
Me: I see.
Jamie: Into a bowl.
Me: Oh, interesting.
Jamie: There is something in the bowl, and there is something that protrudes, similar to our eyes, but you don’t see it like a solid, three-dimensional object. It’s different. It’s not alarming. It’s just pretty.
Me: Aw!
Jamie (to Erik, throwing her head back and laughing): I’m sorry Erik. I can’t describe it any other way.
Me: What does their skin look like?
Jamie: Um. Cream to white colored, but it has a glow to it. You know how you’re swimming in the pool too long, and you get chlorine eyes?
Me: Mm hm.
Jamie: And you’re rubbing and rubbing and rubbing your eyes, and hard edges seem to have a soft blur?
Me: Mm hm.
Jamie: The edge of their skin has a bit of a soft blur.
Me: Okay. What about their ears? Do they have ears?
Jamie: I don’t see ears.
Me: Okay. Hair?
Jamie (shaking her head with widened eyes): Mm mm.
Me: Anything else? What about their hands and feet, do they look humanoid?
Jamie looks at them for a while, then nods her head.
Jamie: Everything looks stretched and kind of oblong. A long face. There’s no hard like cheekbones. There are no hard lines.
Me: Are they wearing clothes?
Jamie (smiling): No, I was looking for that, too.
Me: No clothes.
Jamie: Yeah, but it’s not like you see—I don’t see like collarbones or –
Jamie laughs.
Jamie: Erik says, “nipples.”
We both laugh.
Me: They don’t have nipples. What about a belly button?
Jamie: Uh uh.
Me: Do you see genitalia at all?
Jamie: Mm mm.
Me: Wow, well we’ll talk about that later. Let’s ask them some questions. Have you modified human DNA, and are you responsible for today’s humans?
(Long pause as Jamie listens)
Jamie (to an alien): How are you doing this?
Jamie: The way that they communicate is very different. When I listen to Erik, Erik is, you know, to my left. I hear him mostly in my left ear. They’re to my right, and they are twice as far away as Erik, but when I hear them, I hear them in both ears as if I had a surround sound system.
Me: Oh, okay.
Jamie: So, it’s a little alarming. It kind of—
Me: Throws you off?
Jamie (empathically): Yeah, because there’s no distinct place where the sound is coming from.
Me: Yeah, I can imagine.
Jamie (with both hands about 10 inches from her ears): It’s here.
Me: So, what about the DNA?
Jamie: They’ve helped the human race, but they do not claim responsibility for who we’ve become. They’ve helped.
Me: Did they modify our DNA like insert things into it, and…
Jamie listens for a while, then shakes her head, “no.”
Jamie: They’re not allowed to interfere.
Me: Okay, so no modification of the DNA, not even the insertion of any genes or, you know, junk DNA, etc.? Nothing like that?
Jamie has this weird grin. She slowly shakes her head. I swear she looks stoned.
Me: You have the weirdest look on your face. What’s going on?
Jamie (still shaking her head and sounding almost choked up or overwhelmed): I don’t know what to say.
She looks over to Erik for help.
Me: Are you okay?
Jamie (nodding her head): I’m fine. I feel really safe.
Me: Okay. So, did they say anything that upset you or alarmed you?
Again, she shakes her head. Where is she hiding that bong or vaporizer?
Me: Did you help the Egyptians, the Mayans and other ancient civilizations?
Jamie nods her head before I can finish my sentence.
Me: So are all these [stories] true?
Alien: Yes.
Me: What were you trying to do?
(Long pause. Jamie still has this odd look on her face. She shakes her head and smiles.
Jamie: Um.
(Long pause)
Jamie (laughing): I don’t even know what to say!
She looks over at Erik, maybe for comfort.
Jamie: Okay, [he said] just talk about how I feel. I feel hugely expansive right now like my body is really big, but I know it’s not. I know I’m here. When they start communicating with you, it’s almost as if the front side of your head, your forehead, is a thousand miles wide. There’s a vastness to it that you don’t get when you’re in a daily conversation, and I think it’s just making my mouth not move. I can see things and hear them talk, but it’s not as easy to be an instant translator.
Me: So you have to paraphrase a lot. That’s fine. So, Erik, what does she have to do? Do the aliens have to move away a little bit?
Erik: No, this is the way they communicate.
Me: Okay. How about you aliens. Can you help her out?
Jamie looks for a long time at them, then nods her help and says, “I don’t need help.”
Me: Okay.
Jamie: You were talking about ancient civilizations? They were showing me how they were helping them, helping them to survive, helping them build. It’s more of coexistence. It’s no an overtake. They weren’t asking to be treated as gods or relied upon. It was the sharing of knowledge and the growing of the human race.
Me: Well, why did you do that, just to be nice, or did you expect anything in return?
Jamie: They’re actually—it sounds so sci-fi, but they’re actually a type of being who helps everyone. If you can imagine how we have a government structure in place to help people in certain states and countries, they have a universal system or a galactic system where they’re able to—it’s a coexistence; it’s extremely peaceful. It’s very helpful. I don’t even think that we could, I’m going to use the word, “love.” It’s more translating as respect, help, honor. It seems more practical rather than our emotional words like to love and be compassionate, because they’re not acting out of pity or us really needing help. They’re doing it for the greater good of many other services. They’re also trying to explain that they don’t hear, they don’t follow or have the particular timeline that our earth seems to possess. They’re able to see the, um (to the aliens) That’s what we call the future.
Jamie looks at me and winks. I guess she thinks what they said was kind of cute.
Jamie: They’re able to see our future, and they’re able to see where we need assistance, and it’s why, in our history and soon to be history, that they show up at particular times.
Me: Oh! Do they have emotions?
Jamie: Yes, but they’re not like ours.
Me: Well, briefly, if you can, describe them. How are they different?
(Long pause)
Alien: Emotions on Earth are based on the belief in separation. The emotions that we possess are based on the ideas of unity. We lack this term of fear.
Me: I think they’re interfering with something, because everything got blurry all of a sudden. Can you guys, you alien dudes, do something to correct that?
Jamie shakes her head.
Me: I don’t know if they need to back away or anything.
Jamie shakes her head again.
Jamie: Backing away won’t help.
Me: Pulling in your energy a little bit?
Jamie shakes her head once more.
Me: Dang it.
Jamie: It’s not Erik where he can dial it up and dial it down.
Me: Yeah, okay. So, what do you think of humans? Gulp.
Jamie: They’re talking about us being a very interesting race. They’re complimenting us on being so creative.
That’s what emotions do!
Jamie: And what’s so admirable is our ability to –
Jamie shakes her head for a long time. She looks frustrated.
Jamie: I don’t know how to explain that.
Alien: To withstand tragedy.
I find it weird how the aliens talk directly to me sometimes while Jamie has to paraphrase what they’re saying on other times. I guess it’s that whole weird way of communication they have through Jamie.
Jamie: It’s like how they’d see anthills. You know, we step on an anthill, and the entire community jumps in and starts putting it back together. We have the ability to acknowledge being one, but we possess a certain stubbornness for being separate and maintaining an identity.
Me: Okay.
Jamie: If you wanted to put an emotion on that, they’d find it similar to it being funny or humorous to them.
Me (laughing): Okay.
Jamie: We have the greatness that we choose to, you know, ignore so that we can hold on to one concept.
Me: Why don’t you make yourself more clearly visible to us, and when will the public know that you exist?
Jamie: They won’t make themselves publicly noticed. People can’t see them and understand them, so they’d react in fear. They don’t wish to create a relationship that’s based on fear, because they don’t possess fear.
Me: So, they’ll never make themselves publicly known?
Jamie: Only to those who can communicate with them without fear and without the need to attack.
Me: Ah, okay. What fuel do you use, and what are your spacecrafts made from?
Jamie: It’s not a material that’s found on Earth.
Me: Okay. Well, what do you call it in your language?
(Long pause. Jamie closes her eyes to concentrate.)
Jamie: You know, I don’t know how to say that.
Me: Okay. And the fuel? Is it nuclear fission or anything like that?
Jamie shakes her head.
Me: What powers your spacecrafts?
Jamie: They’re trying to explain to me that it runs off the environmental pressure.
Me: Okay.
Jamie: Imagine if you were able to use gravity as a source or fuel. That would be an example.
Me: Ah, I see. Well, how do you travel so far? It would take us so many lightyears to get from [galaxy to galaxy].
Jamie: Again, they’re not bound to the type of timeframe that we’re thinking of.
Me: So, basically, it’s a matter of stacked time, not linear time? Is that how you can get from place to place?
Jamie nods her head. She still looks weirdly spacey.
Me: It has to do with space-time, then, right?
Jamie: Yes.
Me: The space-time continuum! So, UFOs are real, right?
Jamie: Yes.
Me: Well, what are these UFOs doing? What’s their purpose?
(Long pause)
Jamie: Um, they’re also showing me images in my head of what I would call wormholes or a leap in space that’s kind of like their magic chart tool that links galaxies together.
Me: Okay.
Jamie: And you wanted to know the purpose of UFOs?
Me: Uh huh.
Jamie: They commented back, “What’s the purpose of your car?”
Me (chuckling): So, basically for taking a joy ride, huh?
Jamie: They don’t consider it a joy ride.
Tough crowd tonight. Geez.
Jamie: It is a mode of transportation. It’s not where they live.
Dur.
Me: So, it’s not a reconnaissance mission or any general, across the board reason?
Jamie: Their mission is to keep peace.
Me: Okay.
It’s kind of hard to pull detailed information out of these guys! Stay tuned for Part Two tomorrow!
