B I O G R A P H Y
I arrived first born, of seven Andreasson children on Mothers Day,
May 8th, 1955 in Fitchburg, Massachusetts, USA.
As the eldest child my fate was sealed
to experience two separate worlds of reality,
that weave together as one.
Through out my life a continued presence
and integration of the awesome UFO
phenomenon
has carried a respectful degree of spiritual significance for me
and
my family. Being I was trained by Elders
to master the art of symbolic spiritual
writings
through mind, sense of touch, color and sound,
the deep unknown within,
has opened and prepared the way of my destiny.
I feel blessed from this,
honored,
and chosen to be taught a sacred Angelic language
steeped in divine
mystery and mystic intrigue,
and know when written
the activation of such
wondrous symbols
possess the ability to promote in faith spiritual communication
to be used for the betterment of those
who seek to know themselves.
My
acclimation to the UFO experience since birth carries no fear,
and has become a
natural occurrence in reality to me.
It is no longer strange,
nor foreign, just
part of every day awareness
affording an opportunity to understand the
richer,
fuller realm of those on high.
On one unusual experience, as a child,
I
was taken from my crib by an Elder,
brought into a craft,
where two other young
children were being trained
with the use of weightless toys.
I was examined and
allowed to play as well.
My return home was alarming to my mother, Betty!
Early
in the morning
a neighborhood woman knocked at the door,
to inform my mother,
that I was up in the sand box, stark naked!
Being too young and small at the
time,
there was no way I could have possibly gotten out
of my crib without
assistance.
Nor could I have reached two locked doors and secured windows!
This
was puzzling to my mother
until many years later the mystery was solved,
when
she was made aware of the truth.
Through out my growing years
I've had other odd
encounters of the third kind.
In 1967, during my mothers well known encounter,
I
was taken out of suspended animation to see
an exchange of books take place
between her and very peculiar looking beings.
The book exchanged,
was my very
first bible received from Bible School.
A thin blue book was given to Mom.
Later
that evening I was shown by Jessup,
who was one of the Watchers
left behind for
the sake of the family,
how to play light games.
One game was with a levitated
ball of light.
This was my very first encounter with the large headed,
dark eyed
gray Watchers.
It was three days later I told Mom what I had seen,
remembered
happening, and thought it was all a strange yet scary dream.
But to my surprise,
I learned it really happened!
The bizarre little gray men were REAL!!
Mom showed me the blue book that was given to her.
I touched what looked like a page
of light,
and my hand glowed! It was so exciting!
I'll never forget that
Mother-Daughter moment!!
Touching the awesome book
activated an unexpected gift
to emerge!
I began to doodle peculiar symbols all over everything,
even drew
them outside in the sand with sticks!
I couldn't stop, the urge was too
strong!
Today I know why, it was practice,
practice, practice, and so I did!
As
the years passed and other experiences took place,
my writing developed into
final stages.
It actually went from what we would consider printing,
to the form
of writing.
These encounters continued,
and those around me were sometimes
effected.
Most of the time they were not very happy about it either!
They seem
to fear
the unseen energy surrounding me.
Another experience I had while living
in Virginia on a farm,
I was taken from my home,
for continued sessions in
training of their symbols,
through work with tones,
vibrations, light, ect.
The
training took place at three different stations,
using screens, small crystal
instruments,
dual raised alien keys with moving symbolic letters.
Later they
measured my hands to assess
how much symbolic knowledge I had managed to absorb.
Because of this particular session
the upper layer of skin easily peeled away
from the palms of my hands!
My experiences continue to this day!
Becky Andreasson