Haujean Contactee
21st September 2020, 03:36
I have two memories from my past life to share. I'm going to share the first one tonight and the second in a day or two. This one is the most important memory of them all. It has served as a foundation to ground me throughout all of the hardships and trauma that I've endured over the course of my life. I was allowed to remember it so that it could be built upon over time so that I knew that I was different and to remind me that no matter how confusing my contact became that I had a home to return to and a special purpose to fulfill while I'm here. This memory has been with me my entire life. At no time was there a point where it was given to me. I consider this to be my very first memory because it was literally the beginning of this life.
The memory begins with me standing in a medical setting. The memory was edited by my life engineers. There are two versions of it. The first version is shrouded in a white fog or a white haze to prevent me from seeing that I was in a room with advanced technology present. The white haze in the beginning gave me the impression that I was in the presence of angels and this was the heaven that my family told me about. The people who were present in the memory have black boxes over their faces so that I can't see what they look like. All of the conversations are telepathic which further instilled the idea that I was in heaven when this took place. And the memory itself is in English further demonstrating that it was intentionally altered so that it would be more familiar to me and less alien in comparison to my life in the present. Over the years during my childhood I had forgotten portions of this memory. And then at some point during my late teens to early 20's I began having flashbacks at random points in time that arrived in chronological order which restored this memory to what I have now. And when the flashbacks came the white haze in the room was mostly removed so that I could understand that it wasn't heaven and the people present were not angels. They were extraterrestrials and so was I.
It begins with me standing in a lab. There are several people present, I would say at least 3 maybe 4. To my left is a large white machine similar to a large MRI machine but with a bed and a glass enclosure that drops down over you when you lay on the bed portion of the machine. There's a wall to my right, the room is rectangular in shape with white walls. In front of me about 20 feet away is a male figure sitting in a chair in front of a computer terminal mounted to the wall as well as a wall mounted desk or counter. The surroundings are blurry with some remaining white haze present. There are other objects on the wall in front of me but I can't make them out. They could be storage cabinets but I can't see what they are. There is a female present as well and there are other staff members present in the room. I remember being in a nervous and frantic state of mind. And I'm very focused on convincing the staff that there are certain things that I do not want to do. I'm thinking to myself and reflecting on others who have went before me in the program. One is a male Haujean friend, he looks very young with short black hair. I remember how close we were and how he was sent here before me. I can see him as he was before he came here. He looks young in what you could describe as being in his early 20's if he was a human being on earth. I then focus in on him and I can instantly see him in his life here on earth in perfect clarity. He's in a big city that reminds me of Chicago. He's being pushed in a wheel chair by his mother and there are other family members present. This portion of the memory has faded with time. The people around him look and feel younger like his brothers and sisters. There could be 3 of them in total. His race is African American and he's mentally challenged and physically crippled from a condition that he was born with. I remember feeling sad for his condition and missing him as a close friend. I then begin again to protest to the staff in the room. I remember telling them that I didn't want to be blind or mentally handicapped. The idea of being blind was the most horrifying of all of the possibilities. While I was telepathic in this memory they had a way of keeping information from me by using what I now recognize as being a localized simulation where the staff at the facility can restrict certain aspects of your consciousness for specific purposes. The staff would be unaffected by the localized simulation with the use of ethereal implants. The order of these next events is a bit unclear because this memory has been with me for over 40 years and the flashbacks took place at least 26 plus years ago. I just remember standing there and receiving a telepathic concept where I would have to suffer with a speech impairment. My mind begins to race and I reflect on my life. I was a teacher and a public speaker. I remember seeing a stage in my mind where I would speak and thinking to myself about how I was going to make a living if I couldn't speak properly? Then I remember thinking to myself, "I guess I'll figure it out when I get there". I also remember as I protested that the female staff member turned to me and said telepathically, "you have to take a handicap". I think this took place prior to me pondering my dilemma over the speech impairment but it's a bit unclear in my recollection. They didn't tell me about anything else that I would be given to deal with. Then the male at the computer terminal asked me what race I wanted to be. I had a choice of white or black. I thought to myself about the racial tension present on earth and how it would be better to choose white because I was already in for a rough life experience. I responded to him that I wanted to be white and then I tried to make some humor out of a tense situation by saying, "besides I like white skin anyway", as if I was referring to a an outfit rather than a body. I remember the humor falling flat with no response from the staff. Then I was told to lay down on the padded metal bed platform inside of the big white machine. The glass enclosure lowered down over me and shut. And then it began filling up full of white light. I could see 3 people standing outside of the machine through the glass enclosure. They were telling me something telepathically but I wasn't allowed to remember this portion of the memory. In a matter of seconds the entire chamber that I was laying inside of filled full of light and I could no longer see my surroundings. As the bright white stabilized I began to see a fetus that I later in life recognized from a college textbook as being at the end of the first trimester or week 12 after conception. It was surrounded by a white glowing light. And then I remember entering the body and the memory ends.
Over the last 15 years it was explained to me that if a soul isn't implanted in a human body by the 12th week or before the brain activity begins that a new soul will be created. My next post will involve a memory that took place a short time before I was sent here.
Nathan
The memory begins with me standing in a medical setting. The memory was edited by my life engineers. There are two versions of it. The first version is shrouded in a white fog or a white haze to prevent me from seeing that I was in a room with advanced technology present. The white haze in the beginning gave me the impression that I was in the presence of angels and this was the heaven that my family told me about. The people who were present in the memory have black boxes over their faces so that I can't see what they look like. All of the conversations are telepathic which further instilled the idea that I was in heaven when this took place. And the memory itself is in English further demonstrating that it was intentionally altered so that it would be more familiar to me and less alien in comparison to my life in the present. Over the years during my childhood I had forgotten portions of this memory. And then at some point during my late teens to early 20's I began having flashbacks at random points in time that arrived in chronological order which restored this memory to what I have now. And when the flashbacks came the white haze in the room was mostly removed so that I could understand that it wasn't heaven and the people present were not angels. They were extraterrestrials and so was I.
It begins with me standing in a lab. There are several people present, I would say at least 3 maybe 4. To my left is a large white machine similar to a large MRI machine but with a bed and a glass enclosure that drops down over you when you lay on the bed portion of the machine. There's a wall to my right, the room is rectangular in shape with white walls. In front of me about 20 feet away is a male figure sitting in a chair in front of a computer terminal mounted to the wall as well as a wall mounted desk or counter. The surroundings are blurry with some remaining white haze present. There are other objects on the wall in front of me but I can't make them out. They could be storage cabinets but I can't see what they are. There is a female present as well and there are other staff members present in the room. I remember being in a nervous and frantic state of mind. And I'm very focused on convincing the staff that there are certain things that I do not want to do. I'm thinking to myself and reflecting on others who have went before me in the program. One is a male Haujean friend, he looks very young with short black hair. I remember how close we were and how he was sent here before me. I can see him as he was before he came here. He looks young in what you could describe as being in his early 20's if he was a human being on earth. I then focus in on him and I can instantly see him in his life here on earth in perfect clarity. He's in a big city that reminds me of Chicago. He's being pushed in a wheel chair by his mother and there are other family members present. This portion of the memory has faded with time. The people around him look and feel younger like his brothers and sisters. There could be 3 of them in total. His race is African American and he's mentally challenged and physically crippled from a condition that he was born with. I remember feeling sad for his condition and missing him as a close friend. I then begin again to protest to the staff in the room. I remember telling them that I didn't want to be blind or mentally handicapped. The idea of being blind was the most horrifying of all of the possibilities. While I was telepathic in this memory they had a way of keeping information from me by using what I now recognize as being a localized simulation where the staff at the facility can restrict certain aspects of your consciousness for specific purposes. The staff would be unaffected by the localized simulation with the use of ethereal implants. The order of these next events is a bit unclear because this memory has been with me for over 40 years and the flashbacks took place at least 26 plus years ago. I just remember standing there and receiving a telepathic concept where I would have to suffer with a speech impairment. My mind begins to race and I reflect on my life. I was a teacher and a public speaker. I remember seeing a stage in my mind where I would speak and thinking to myself about how I was going to make a living if I couldn't speak properly? Then I remember thinking to myself, "I guess I'll figure it out when I get there". I also remember as I protested that the female staff member turned to me and said telepathically, "you have to take a handicap". I think this took place prior to me pondering my dilemma over the speech impairment but it's a bit unclear in my recollection. They didn't tell me about anything else that I would be given to deal with. Then the male at the computer terminal asked me what race I wanted to be. I had a choice of white or black. I thought to myself about the racial tension present on earth and how it would be better to choose white because I was already in for a rough life experience. I responded to him that I wanted to be white and then I tried to make some humor out of a tense situation by saying, "besides I like white skin anyway", as if I was referring to a an outfit rather than a body. I remember the humor falling flat with no response from the staff. Then I was told to lay down on the padded metal bed platform inside of the big white machine. The glass enclosure lowered down over me and shut. And then it began filling up full of white light. I could see 3 people standing outside of the machine through the glass enclosure. They were telling me something telepathically but I wasn't allowed to remember this portion of the memory. In a matter of seconds the entire chamber that I was laying inside of filled full of light and I could no longer see my surroundings. As the bright white stabilized I began to see a fetus that I later in life recognized from a college textbook as being at the end of the first trimester or week 12 after conception. It was surrounded by a white glowing light. And then I remember entering the body and the memory ends.
Over the last 15 years it was explained to me that if a soul isn't implanted in a human body by the 12th week or before the brain activity begins that a new soul will be created. My next post will involve a memory that took place a short time before I was sent here.
Nathan