Chapter 1: A Journey Through Space and Spirituality

My initial encounter with E.T. the Extraterrestrial opened a door to an entirely new realm of imagination for me. I had always enjoyed the adventures found in Star Trek and Star Wars, and prior to that, my childhood was filled with The Adventures of Superman. The narratives from various outer space movies, television shows, books, and comics resonated deeply with me. I admired the creativity and intellect that went into crafting such imaginative concepts. However, I recognized that these tales belonged to the realm of science fiction and fantasy, much like the literature courses I took during college. The real world was far less fantastical. We might pretend to be superheroes by leaping off high steps with towels as capes, but we were still bound by earthly limitations. The space programs of the U.S. and Russia were barely capable of lunar travel, let alone traversing galaxies. As for Roswell, my geographical knowledge of New Mexico was minimal, and I considered UFO stories merely fictional tales, unaware that many individuals earnestly reported encounters with unidentified aerial phenomena and beings from beyond our world.

During my time as a Benedictine monk, the closest I ventured to the heart of the UFO phenomenon was likely near Hondo, NM. At that time, outer space aliens were not on my radar. My primary concern revolved around the welfare of migrants from Mexico and other regions. I pondered their living conditions: Did they have homes? Were they sheltered? Did they have jobs, food, and clothing for their families? Were they able to access healthcare and education for their children? My commitment to the Biblical teaching of treating strangers with kindness stemmed from my own experiences as an outsider in various places.

Back then, I was more fascinated by the historical significance of being near the White Sands Missile Range and the majestic Capitan Mountains than by the prospect of extraterrestrial beings. The vast, open deserts brought me a sense of relief, highlighted by the lush greenery of the mountains.

In the West, and later in the South, I found myself captivated not only by the area's beauty but also by the haunting stories of the spirits that had once inhabited those lands. When I refer to "spirits," I speak of the descendants of the original Americans who journeyed from North Africa and Europe, as well as those who migrated from Asia in more recent centuries. I have guided many of these souls through the Tunnel of Light, releasing them from the tragic memories of their past. The spirits of the original Americans, in particular, bore witness to unspeakable suffering during their lifetimes, and in death, they remained trapped in an endless loop of anguish until they were freed to return Home.

My focus on these ancient spirits left little room for concern about extraterrestrial beings. Yet, I sensed their presence, observing from a safe distance. As long as they did not interfere with human lives, they were allowed to remain.

Several years later, after relocating to a bustling metropolitan area, I was advised not to hold my breath waiting for an alien encounter. I had seen enough peculiarities in my life that a green-skinned creature would hardly seem out of place. However, those familiar with such matters cautioned against expecting any abductions. It was clear to me that I had always been aware of their presence, lurking in the shadows of my consciousness.

I often dismiss these warnings, only to have them resurface years later. The rationale provided for why extraterrestrials would avoid me is consistent: my strong spiritual energy acts as a barrier. This explanation resonates with me; it makes sense that beings from other realms would steer clear of someone like me—someone with mystical roots, tracing back to Celtic druids and ancient human migrations across Europe.

I have received a significant amount of spiritual energy from the Creator, which, according to some, deters aliens from approaching me. They understand that to disturb me would be to provoke the Creator, an offense they wish to avoid, especially if their intentions are less than honorable.

However, there is something vital they overlook—something I urge you to remember: My people have always existed here, and we will continue to do so through both good and challenging times. Currently, we find ourselves in one of those difficult periods, and our purpose remains clear: to care for humanity's well-being. Our mission is not to tend to extraterrestrial beings. In fact, I know for certain that some of my kin have forcefully expelled unwelcome extraterrestrial visitors from our realm.

If you come with no intention of assistance, I implore you to leave. There's no need for hostility; simply depart. Because when the moment comes—mark my words—if one of my brothers or sisters encounters you on our soil, we will ensure your swift removal. It won't be a pleasant experience.

This notion is echoed by a friend who recently reminded me of something I’ve always known: I have neither encountered nor will I ever encounter alien beings. My disposition and the formidable spiritual energy I channel are dedicated to humanity. If the thought of alien species intruding upon your life troubles you, as the Supremes famously sang in 1964, then I invite you to seek my guidance.

I am here for your well-being. But I ask you, what brings you here?

Chapter 2: Confronting the Unknown

In this compelling hearing, witnesses recount their encounters with "non-human" entities before Congress, shedding light on the complexities of alien interactions. The testimonies challenge our understanding of reality and humanity's place in the universe.

In this intriguing discussion, John Lear asserts that aliens are indeed present on Earth and questions their intentions toward humanity. This thought-provoking insight invites us to reconsider our assumptions about extraterrestrial life.