"You Know the Truth is Out There. Let's Unite and Expose the Truth!"
Dear UFO Enthusiasts, I am currently busy preparing a series of lectures with several Unitarian/Universalist churches in and around the NYC area. Because they understand the importance of accepting scientific advancements while still maintaining a strong 'faith' in the God Particle of our Universe, I feel very comfortable sharing the experiences and lessons I took away from those first 25 years of visitations in Tucson, Arizona - 1947-1972 , ending when I left for NYC.
I've shared many memories from the Early Years (1947-1957) and some from the Harvesting Years (1958-1966). The Mountain Years (1967-1972) comprised the final five years of those first 25. They were different from the others as I was working both as a teacher during the day and waitress at night (to pay for graduate school classes). I owned a car, a little VW Blue Hatchback, and on weekend days when the 'urge' to take a ride in the desert hit, to the same mountain foothill spot each time, I would tell my family that I was going for a ride. This made my mother 'nuts', as I've written in the book. She didn't understand what I found so fascinating driving around the deserted foothills SW of town. Obviously, I couldn't explain, so I just told her it was 'relaxing'.
Three hours went missing each and every time. When I arrived, I would park and check the time. The next thing I remembered was checking the time again... Indeed, three hours had gone missing. I didn't think this strange, as this was 'normal' to me. I felt relaxed, just as I had told my mother, and I simply would start the car and drive home. Not until one or two days later would images of my being inside a huge bay or cargo hold (or cavern in the mountain) surface. I was not alone. Along with hundreds of other 'abductees', we were in glass(or clear) sarcophagus/type units. We were supposed to be 'out'(asleep) and we were being 'fed' lessons. As usual, I never stayed under or asleep for the expected time. Sometimes I would awaken, become temporarily jarred (trust me - being in the glass thing is jarring), and then I would communicate for them to please 'knock me out again'. Which they did.
It's late, and I'm a bit tired, so I will just attach two images and then sign off. This is all explained in detail in my book, "Bright Friends: The First 25 Years of Visitations - Tucson, Arizona 1947-1972" which is available through Amazon, Barnes & Noble.com and Balboa Press sites, as well as a number of other venues. God Bless you all and keep you safe. If I can find the drawing I did of me in the 'sarcophagus', I will post it later. - Sincerely, Karen Kalliopi Papagapitos