Chapter 6: The Planet

In 1993, I held my first-ever workshop in North Carolina. The workshop was a result of my fortuitously meeting Shirley Holly at one of my Uncle Drunvalo's Flower of Life workshops in Dallas. All of the clients who came to me for sessions at my workshop were followers of a certain self-styled guru whose channeled books have today made her a millionairess. The information in the books didn't come from any human entity, or even from a being in the angelic realms, but from extraterrestrials. She had a large following, some of whom moved to North Carolina to be near her. The hitch was that the beings that she channeled, who professed to love mankind, were also in the habit of abducting humans and experimenting with them. It was a major contradiction. My understanding of these beings is that they have completely lost their emotional body, and thus are incapable of compassion as we understand it. Love would thus be a completely foreign emotion to them. One result of this contradiction was that the guru's books and lectures were loaded with clever disinformation-some of it very dangerous, carefully wrapped in lesser truths. The other result was that some of the people around her really needed my help.

Of the forty five people I saw, every second or third person, was linked energetically to a race of lizard-like or saurian extraterrestrials. Groups of these beings were in my clients' fields, taking energy from them trying to control them, and basically making their lives very difficult. These beings claimed to live deep inside the earth and had about as much respect for us as the average human has for a housefly. They also claimed to have placed an energetic template on all humans to make us more like them, which would include our having tails. They regularly abducted humans to use in experiments, the main purpose of which was to create some type of hybrid being that they could then use to completely repopulate our planet.

After I heard these stories repeated more than a dozen times, I started to think that there was probably a way that we could help these beings find what they were looking for-basically the information that they needed to recreate the emotional body that they had lost or evolutionarily forgotten. I knew that the client that I was working with had at some point in time come from their reality to help them find this. Many people, I believe, have incarnated as humans to serve other races in this way.

I had the being that was speaking through my client take us to their spaceship so that we could give the vibration of the emotional body to its leaders directly, thus ending or completing whatever purpose they might have had on earth. The feeling of being on their spaceship was by this time familiar to me. I experienced it as a somewhat unpleasant heavy metallic feeling and an electromagnetic taste in my mouth. The beings' original planet had been destroyed but my client, as part of her mission, had during dreamtime found another completely uninhabited planet for them to live on while they completed the next state of their evolution. My client and I took every member of this race, and all of their spaceships, to this place together. When we arrived, we fulfilled our end of the bargain by giving them the vibration, the symbol, and the color of love. Then, I told them that I was placing a blue ring around their planet which would make it impossible for them to physically leave to find us again, and at the same time I was deactivating all of their space ships until such time as they had finished looking inward and had completed their evolution without interfering with other races. I stationed nine space ships from a space group that I was associated with around their planet, to make sure that the beings were not interfered with themselves.

With the lizard-like beings safely ensconced on their own planet, the rest of my sessions with the popular guru's followers were much easier. As is my practice, I didn't give the sessions any more thought or energy after I had finished with them. I returned home to California, and to my motorhome. Five days later, I was quietly watching television on a Saturday night when everything suddenly flew apart.

I felt a tremendous pain inside of me, as though one of my organs had somehow exploded and I fell down on the floor screaming. My wife Mary ran to kneel at my side. By this time I had curled myself into an agonized ball like a hurt caterpillar. "Hold my head! Hold my head!" I yelled. "I don't know what's happening. I don't know where I am."

At the moment I felt Mary's warm, caring, hands on my head, I found myself in another spaceship. Everything was in complete chaos. Alarms were screaming, the air was full of smoke, and I could see bodies, broken beams and electrical fires all around me. I found that I was looking at a man. He had an elongated head, large eyes, long thin fingers, and face that was shaped differently than mine. Nevertheless, at the moment that I saw him I knew that I was looking at myself as I existed in another dimension. This other reflection of myself looked imploringly at me. "Help us," it said. "You must help us." I stared dumbly at it. "Hold time," it pleaded urgently. "Just hold time."

I concentrated on doing as it asked. For a moment-and there was no way for me to know how long this moment was-everything was frozen. In that moment no more people died. Then, the next thing that I knew, one of the other ships had come alongside and was transferring the crew off of the doomed vessel that I was on.

The next image that I saw, was of myself in the rescue ship's sick bay. The otherworldly being that I had recognized as myself, was lying in a bed. While it was plain that he would recover, there was an immense sadness about him. Half of his crew, who were all like family to him, had perished in the explosion. I could feel what he was feeling and it was so powerful that I brought it forward with me into my own reality and the next thing that I knew I was sobbing my eyes out while Mary held me on the floor of my motorhome. I felt like I had just driven through a crosswalk and killed twenty students on their first day of school. It was awful.

It took me almost an hour to recover enough composure to talk. I only knew of one person who could hear what I thought had happened to me without judgment, and that was my Uncle Drunvalo. I called him and told him what had happened, that the planet that I had taken the reptilian beings to had suddenly become an inferno, and that when it exploded it had destroyed a number of the spaceships that I had asked to hold a space around it. Countless beings had died, not only the beings that I was associated with in that dimension, but also the entire race of beings that I had banished from earth.

Drunvalo listened carefully and sympathetically. I knew that the other worlds which I visited were as real to him as they were to me. He told me not to worry, that I'd do better next time. As trite as it sounded, there was really nothing else to say.

The following day, which fortunately was a Sunday, I was in mourning. I ate nothing, and stared out the window, locked into a kind of catatonia by the enormity of what I had somehow done. Then, just as the sun finds its way through seemingly impenetrable dark clouds after a terrible storm, I was given the understanding of what had really happened. From the way it came to me, holographically, I knew that it was something that the beings of the spaceships had understood perhaps only a moment before I did. The race of saurian extraterrestrials had chosen to explode their planet. They had decided to create their own ascension so that they could change form. Somehow, they moved their consciousness off of the planet and then they destroyed their physical selves.

The essence of the message was that what happened was not an accident. In fact, everything had turned out just as it was intended to. Knowing this lifted a great burden from my shoulders. From that day on, whenever I escorted a race of beings to another planet, I would place a white mist of forgetfulness around it. The mist would stop them from remembering me, my vibration, or anything connected with their experiences on earth. It would make sure that what had happened on that planet would never happen again. In the meantime, I could feel myself returning to life. I was hungry, and after I ate I would feed the horses.