Journey on Board a Ship

I want to relay an experience that happened to me over Saint Patrick's Day weekend. This is the second occurrence of going on board any kind of ET craft, but this is the first occurrence where I brought all but my body with me in terms of consciousness. In other words, there was a point where I was not at all asleep.

​It begins with a dream...

I'd love to tell you what day it was. It might have been Friday night on Saint Patrick's Day. It might have been the next night. I think it was Friday.

I'm in a warehouse working a customer service job. This job is very draining and exhausting. Every day is a grind, and it takes everything I have just to sit in my little booth and help people. I tell myself I'm doing it because I help people and that's important to me. Yet on this day I'm here, I am so exhausted that I can barely keep awake. I finally say to myself, "This job doesn't matter. I have to sleep. I'll sleep right under my desk if I have to, and that's just what I'm going to do right now."

I'm about to get up so I can crawl under my desk to sleep. Suddenly to my left, a plump woman with a kind face and short, curled, dark hair says, "Lie down and relax. It'll be easier if you do." In the dream, I know this woman. I know her so well. She's like a family member--an aunt maybe or a family friend. I think "Well, what difference is on top of the desk versus under it?" I climb on top of the desk and lie down. I take a deep breath, because she told me to relax and that seems like a smart idea.

As I do, a craft comes through the ceiling of the warehouse. I can't tell the shape of it exactly as it's silhouetted against the ceiling lights, but it's pretty big. Big as a house anyway. The light on it is bright pinkish orange, like a sunset. I think of a sunset color as I look at it. It flies right over top of me, and there's a rushing feeling. I'm being pulled up, and as I'm being pulled up I get a flash of many happy, smiling faces looking at me for just a moment. And then I stop moving.

While I get my bearings, I notice I'm standing upright and not lying down anymore. I look around, and I'm in at the end of a corridor in like a cul-de-sac type of area standing on a type of circular indentation in the floor. When I pan around to look right in front of me, there's a man. He's about six feet tall, maybe a little shorter, maybe a little taller. Blonde hair, maybe there's color variation, I cannot remember now. And he's human looking sure enough. As human as you or I, but not.

I know this man. He's very familiar to me. It's like he's a long lost family member that disappeared under mysterious circumstances, and you always wonder where they went or what happened to them. Then one day, there they are in a coffee shop or on the street corner.

Suddenly, there's a sound in the bedroom. My husband turns over. The dog gets up and starts walking around. The other dog gets up and walks around. I'm distracted, and leaving the dream. The ship is starting to dissolve. Part of me says, "No! I just got here!"

The man in the ship says, "We're losing her!" I hear a responding shout off to my right. I'm starting to wake up, and now I'm aware that I'm laying in a bed sleeping. But I'm also aware that I'm on a ship. Something about this feels a little bit like a scene in the Matrix when they start losing Neo. It was like that. The man grabs my hands, and he says, "I want you to focus on everything you see, hear, smell, taste, touch. Everything. Focus right now. Focus on my hands. Focus on my fingers. Focus on my face. Focus even on the stitching on my sleeve. Focus."

I look at his sleeve, it's gray, made of some kind of really soft woven fabric. I think about how I can actually almost feel the texture. I see the stitches in the sleeve, and the ship becomes more solid. I can feel the floor under my feet, which I realize are bare. There's a confirmation-sounding shout off to my right again. Someone is at a computer watching what's going on. The man in front of me breathes a sigh of relief.

I realize I'm in this tenuous balance of being awake and being asleep. I can feel my body in a bed. I can feel my body standing in a ship. This is very strange. It's taking a lot of effort just to pay attention. But, everyone seems glad and I don't think I'm going anywhere for the moment.

"Let me give you a tour!" he says. Now, he says this, I hear it in my physical ears, but the impression I get is that this is something this person has been dying to do. As if I have been here many times before, could not remember coming, and now all of the sudden, almost all of my consciousness is focused and present. I can feel a similar kind of celebratory energy throughout the entire ship. As if everyone is collectively feeling "Yay! She's going to remember this time! She brought all of her consciousness here!"

So, we go on a tour. We go down the corridor. It's about 10 feet wide with slightly curved walls, and everything is a uniform cream color. There are doors a bit like hatchways leading off on each side, and every once in a while, there's a little cul-de-sac kind of inlet where a round table and cushioned bench is placed. It's rather plain otherwise.

I'm shown to a couple of rooms, and unfortunately I do not remember the details of these rooms. Eventually my tour guide says, "You'll like this next one best. I'm taking you to the grow room." We take a door off the corridor--I almost want to say it was the third one on the right, but it could be a couple more forward than that.

We walk into this large, domed room that is bright white. There's diffuse light shining from the walls, enough that it's bright but not blindingly so. The air is like a greenhouse--humid and warm. The first thing I notice is there are young plants everywhere. The second thing I notice is every plant is singing. Yes, the plants are singing. It's a soft kind of sound like wind chimes in the distance with a bit more of a hum. All the plants are familiar. I recognize them all from Earth. I even grow some of them. In the middle of the room is a young woman who is shorter than me and of a reddish complexion. She smiles in greeting, and I ask, "What are you growing here?"

She says, "These are all plants from Earth destined for New Earth. We are carefully monitoring their genetics so they are suitable for the Fifth Dimensional environment."

"Do they always sing in the Fifth Dimension?" I ask.

"They sing now on your Earth, but you cannot hear it." I find myself standing next to a grape vine, and the little vine is reaching out for me. Holding my finger out to it, the vine starts coiling around my finger in just the most friendly manner. Like it's saying hello and it wants to be friends. I tell the woman about the electrodes we're putting on plants and trees now so we can hear them singing, and how I felt the first time I ever heard the song of a sunflower. She laughs, because I'm so amazed by the idea.

For a little while I stand there letting the grape vine slowly grow up my arm, and then I gently untangle myself. I'm shown to other rooms and they start to fold in on one another. I'm losing focus on the ship, and the physical room where I'm sleeping has more noise kicking up. I get shown to another room that's dimly lit and filled with equipment.

Finally, we arrive in a final room, and there's a group of people waiting. I'm introduced to them, but at this point, I can't hold focus any longer. The ship fades. I'm lying in bed, in my body, all my consciousness back in the physical...and my ego then proceeds to tell me how all of this was not one bit real.

​But I know it was.

**Side note: As I wrote this, I felt prompted to coordinate with my Spirit Team to determine how much of the experience could be told and in how much detail. There are some details that had to be left out.