The First Meeting
Saturday Morning, February 6, 2016 – Berkeley, California
Ignacio * called and asked me to look in on Edgar Mitchell* the astronaut, who has just died on the anniversary of the day he walked on the moon, February 4. So I did. I whipped through my preparatory meditations and went upward to where he was busy socializing with a number of discarnates who work with the Institute of Noetic Sciences* that he began many years ago. A number of Extraterrestrials are in the circle also. Edgar noticed me observing him and his group, and came over. He introduced himself to me and said, “I didn’t know you in life. Who are you and what are you doing here?” I replied, “My friend asked me to look in on you, so here I am, checking you out. Looks good and very interesting. How is IONS down on earth, doing without you?” “Maybe you should get on over there and find out.” Maybe I should. Edgar is telling the assembled intergalactic group, “I can adjust to this after-death state. I will forego the normal afterlife to work with you all for the safety and redemption of Earth.” Then he turned to me and said, “Kienda, you’re welcome to join this party. “ None of my personal contacts from the Galactic Federation* are there, but there are other beings of the same races I have had encounters with – Leonine, Reptilian, Dragon, Grey, Hybrid, Hammer-headed, Nordic or Angel-looking . My little Grey* child from long ago is here and we meet again. We will have time to catch up later, we just sat together, she on my lap, and vibrated in harmony again as best we could – though it was not as easy now as it had been when she was just a baby. This is a group that has been working with the military and the space programs. I am not sure of their aims. I feel a tiny bit uneasy, which is understandable due to the magnitude of the situation.
