Good morning my dear friend. To catch you up on my little family news, Poppy has gone into labor and little Milani will be born today. Today is the birth date of her great-aunt Carol, who also passed away later in the day after blessing us with the joyous spirit of Christmas time. She was a spirit of joy and I am going to suggest that this little bundle of joy be given the Hebrew name of Rivkah Leah HaSimcha bat Sarah Rachel bat Rivkah Leah Ha Simcha bat Davida Ruth; or Rebecca Leah the Joy, daughter of Sarah Rachel, daughter of Rebecca Leah the Joy, daughter of Davida Ruth. In essence she will be named for her grandmother, Rebecca, both in her given name of Milani Rebecca Brown, and in her Hebrew name. So my heart is filled with joy and gratitude and in this spirit I tell you the stories about my encounter with alien star ships and the story of how my entire family was saved by an unknown entity one dark night on a lonely, winding, mountain road.
One afternoon about 3:00 in the afternoon, in fall of 1999, Bruce and I were heading home up the old dirt road that climbed up 5,000 feet into the sharply pitched mountains were we lived. We were in the white truck with 4-wheel drive which was needed because of the rough quality of the road and by the fact that on both sides of the road were steep drops and you needed to be as sure-footed as possible.
We rounded a turn in the road, and suddenly, coming from the left side of the truck and traveling right above us was what looked like a small comet, trailing flames, and heading directly into the side of the mountain to our right. A steep canyon was between our road and the side of that mountain. I screamed at Bruce to look at the comet and that I was afraid it was going to crash into the side of the mountain to our side. Bruce and I watched the comet head straight for the mountain side. There was no chance for survival of the object because it was traveling at enormous speeds. Just at the moment of impact, right before our eyes, the object disappeared completely.
We sat there and stared at the mountain side and got out of the truck and looked around, but there was nothing to see and no evidence of fire. What can move so fast and then disappear into thin air?
One morning in November of 2003, Ed and I were traveling down a main street in downtown El Cajon, California. Ed was driving and I was in the passenger seat. We were stalled in traffic, waiting for a light to change when suddenly, hovering over the hood of our car, was a tiny, perfectly-shaped "flying saucer," made purely out of bright light. As we sat in our seats, stunned, we watched the tiny ship pass through our windshield, pass between the two of us, and then travel out of the back window and fly away from the car. It happened in "slow motion" and Ed and I watched it closely and carefully and discussed what was happening between us. We were totally shocked because we had never heard of any alien star ship being so described before, but we had observed its motion for the length of the wait for the traffic light to change. It was just a regular, sunshiny day; traffic and people all around us. I have no idea if anyone else saw what we saw, but we could not deny what we had seen, and felt rather blessed to have observed it.
Neither space vehicle made any noise, but both incidents are burned on my brain. Both incidents caused a feeling of peace and tranquility to come into our hearts and we did not go around talking about what we had witnessed because it felt sacred.
When my children were all little, in 1977, all of us were in our little Rambler (five children and myself) heading home to El Cajon, California, from Palm Springs, California. We had been visiting my parents for the Christmas season. Charles, the children's father was overseas in the Navy, so we made the trip by ourselves. I always chose to make the trip at midnight because then the children would sleep throughout the long, three hour, drive. The road we took led through the desert, up into the mountains, and then dropped down steeply into Lakeside, California.
I loved traveling at night because of the deep peace and quiet that surrounded us. We would never pass another car and the road wound slowly through the back-country. I never felt fear because we would all pray for protection before we drove off from my parents and during the drive I would talk with Heavenly Father. You would feel so close to Him out in His world, all alone. And I would also talk to the sky, in general, and welcome any people in the Cosmos to visit with me and I would welcome them with love and acceptance. There were so many stars in the dark, cold night, and I felt so strongly that God had children all over the Cosmos and that one day we would get a chance to meet them, and welcome them. I prayed that if such a situation arose, that I could be a part of it. But I never saw anything unusual in the night sky.
On this cold, winter, evening the children were all bundled up and asleep beside me, and in the back seat. We were almost home and moved slowly along the very winding mountain roads until we were almost to the Lakeside "Drop". This was a sheer drop of 3,000 feet from the mountains around Ramona, down into the valley that is Lakeside. The road had hairpin turns in the last stretch and the nose of the car was pointed straight down. It was at this juncture that I fell sound asleep that night. I guess the warmth of the car had made me drowsy and I had all of the windows rolled up tight so the night air could not brace me.
Suddenly, I came sharply awake. My hands were in my lap and some force, entity, was steering the car using the steering wheel. I observed this as I watched the car travel safely around the sharp curves as we dropped precipitously into the last stretch before Lakeside. I grabbed for the wheel, but there was a force in control of the steering and it did not let go until I was wide awake and back in control of the car. I brought the car to a stop as quickly as I could and pulled over to the side of the road. There I checked my children and then prayed a hearty thanks to God that He had sent His angels to drive the car for us, and save all of our lives. It took me a good half hour before I could get the courage to drive again. I woke up the children and told them how their lives had been saved and we spent all the time it took to get home discussing the phenomenon and thanking God for our lives.
Angels or aliens, or what would your conclusion be? All I know for sure was that the experience was terrifyingly real and salvation was brought about by the hand of God. That is my testimony.
Have a great eve of Christmas Eve and may all of your dreams come true and may you be deeply blessed. Thank you, ONE, for blessing us all.
One afternoon about 3:00 in the afternoon, in fall of 1999, Bruce and I were heading home up the old dirt road that climbed up 5,000 feet into the sharply pitched mountains were we lived. We were in the white truck with 4-wheel drive which was needed because of the rough quality of the road and by the fact that on both sides of the road were steep drops and you needed to be as sure-footed as possible.
We rounded a turn in the road, and suddenly, coming from the left side of the truck and traveling right above us was what looked like a small comet, trailing flames, and heading directly into the side of the mountain to our right. A steep canyon was between our road and the side of that mountain. I screamed at Bruce to look at the comet and that I was afraid it was going to crash into the side of the mountain to our side. Bruce and I watched the comet head straight for the mountain side. There was no chance for survival of the object because it was traveling at enormous speeds. Just at the moment of impact, right before our eyes, the object disappeared completely.
We sat there and stared at the mountain side and got out of the truck and looked around, but there was nothing to see and no evidence of fire. What can move so fast and then disappear into thin air?
One morning in November of 2003, Ed and I were traveling down a main street in downtown El Cajon, California. Ed was driving and I was in the passenger seat. We were stalled in traffic, waiting for a light to change when suddenly, hovering over the hood of our car, was a tiny, perfectly-shaped "flying saucer," made purely out of bright light. As we sat in our seats, stunned, we watched the tiny ship pass through our windshield, pass between the two of us, and then travel out of the back window and fly away from the car. It happened in "slow motion" and Ed and I watched it closely and carefully and discussed what was happening between us. We were totally shocked because we had never heard of any alien star ship being so described before, but we had observed its motion for the length of the wait for the traffic light to change. It was just a regular, sunshiny day; traffic and people all around us. I have no idea if anyone else saw what we saw, but we could not deny what we had seen, and felt rather blessed to have observed it.
Neither space vehicle made any noise, but both incidents are burned on my brain. Both incidents caused a feeling of peace and tranquility to come into our hearts and we did not go around talking about what we had witnessed because it felt sacred.
When my children were all little, in 1977, all of us were in our little Rambler (five children and myself) heading home to El Cajon, California, from Palm Springs, California. We had been visiting my parents for the Christmas season. Charles, the children's father was overseas in the Navy, so we made the trip by ourselves. I always chose to make the trip at midnight because then the children would sleep throughout the long, three hour, drive. The road we took led through the desert, up into the mountains, and then dropped down steeply into Lakeside, California.
I loved traveling at night because of the deep peace and quiet that surrounded us. We would never pass another car and the road wound slowly through the back-country. I never felt fear because we would all pray for protection before we drove off from my parents and during the drive I would talk with Heavenly Father. You would feel so close to Him out in His world, all alone. And I would also talk to the sky, in general, and welcome any people in the Cosmos to visit with me and I would welcome them with love and acceptance. There were so many stars in the dark, cold night, and I felt so strongly that God had children all over the Cosmos and that one day we would get a chance to meet them, and welcome them. I prayed that if such a situation arose, that I could be a part of it. But I never saw anything unusual in the night sky.
On this cold, winter, evening the children were all bundled up and asleep beside me, and in the back seat. We were almost home and moved slowly along the very winding mountain roads until we were almost to the Lakeside "Drop". This was a sheer drop of 3,000 feet from the mountains around Ramona, down into the valley that is Lakeside. The road had hairpin turns in the last stretch and the nose of the car was pointed straight down. It was at this juncture that I fell sound asleep that night. I guess the warmth of the car had made me drowsy and I had all of the windows rolled up tight so the night air could not brace me.
Suddenly, I came sharply awake. My hands were in my lap and some force, entity, was steering the car using the steering wheel. I observed this as I watched the car travel safely around the sharp curves as we dropped precipitously into the last stretch before Lakeside. I grabbed for the wheel, but there was a force in control of the steering and it did not let go until I was wide awake and back in control of the car. I brought the car to a stop as quickly as I could and pulled over to the side of the road. There I checked my children and then prayed a hearty thanks to God that He had sent His angels to drive the car for us, and save all of our lives. It took me a good half hour before I could get the courage to drive again. I woke up the children and told them how their lives had been saved and we spent all the time it took to get home discussing the phenomenon and thanking God for our lives.
Angels or aliens, or what would your conclusion be? All I know for sure was that the experience was terrifyingly real and salvation was brought about by the hand of God. That is my testimony.
Have a great eve of Christmas Eve and may all of your dreams come true and may you be deeply blessed. Thank you, ONE, for blessing us all.
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