Posted by Violet3
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Hi Bill
maybe I will bump into you in Russia one day, where I would also like to have my next life.
It's a deal!
Posted by Violet3
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Next question though... can you tell us about Hamilton Ontario and the ET experiences?
Thanks!
Yes, I was abducted in September 1948 (last lifetime). I was a young trainee architect living in Hamilton, Ontario, in my early 20s. One Sunday afternoon I was taking my parents' dog for a walk in the woods.
I came across a silver disk just sitting there on the ground. The dog went nuts, and ran to attack the three ETs that were there (small, but human-looking). The dog instantly died (or was killed), and then the ETs told me telepathically that they were so very sorry and that it was an accident.
They invited me on board the craft, and they took me high above the atmosphere where either they showed me a kind of utterly realistic movie, or the sides of the craft became transparent and there was a time-travel thing as well.
What I saw (and was deliberately shown) could only be described as the Earth's atmosphere burning. It was a very terrible sight.
They returned me to the same place, with my memory intact. The intention was that I should warn other humans of [what I believe is] a possible future. Greatly shocked and stunned — an understatement — I returned to my parents' house with their dead dog in my arms. That was actually just the very start of a huge story that I'll not tell here, but which could easily be quite some Sci-Fi movie.
For what it's worth, all the above is supported by 8 hours of audio-recorded regression. I'd recalled the core of the story all before, but in the regression I accessed a great deal more detail of that event and everything that happened afterwards.
Wow Bill, I was quite amazed that you also had a life in Hamilton Ontario, nevermind that you also encountered a ufo and aliens there.
It is hard to picture that because when I was growing up in Toronto, (in the seventies), Hamilton had a real bad reputation for being very polluted, only those that couldn’t afford to live anywhere else in Ontario moved to Hamilton and those that worked in Hamilton lived there. It even “stunk” from the pollution, you could smell Hamilton from the QEW where it came close to Hamilton.
Of course this was years later after your life of 1948 so it probably was before industrialization moved in there.
The deeper you go, the less time you have, as the deeper underwater pressure means you start to consume your compressed air more and more quickly. So an easy shallow dive can last an hour and a half, while a deeper dive at 30 meters/ 100 fet is far shorter. And deeper still, it gets much darker, there's less sea life, and the dangers start to multiply quickly for a bunch of different physiological reasons.
(The first time I ever went diving was in Kenya, on a very coral reef not far from the beach. I was with a guide, and it was supet-shallow, maybe just 3 or 4 meters. There was zero danger. I could have abandoned all my equipment and swam to the beach easily if I'd had to.
I was just getting used to the new experience of breathing underwater (quite a novelty, for anyone who'd never done it) — and then the dolphins came in. They were totally unafraid and just played with us for half an hour. It was one of the most transcendent and magical experiences I've ever had.
That's when I decided to go get my qualification. After that, I dived in the Red Sea, the Persian Gulf, and in Mexico.
In Mexico, I did a night dive, which was just like cave diving except that there's no rock over your head and you can safely surface any time you like. When I turned my light off, it was pitch black. It was a strange experience (with my light off, and with neutral buoyancy, it was hard to even know which way was up) and I far more enjoyed being in the sunlight looking at all the multicolored life everywhere.
But I did do a kind of cave dive, just once and also in Mexico, with two guides. But it was also VERY shallow, with air pockets everywhere, and the cave passage ended up in a large chamber with stalactites that was beautiful and impressive. It was 100% safe and there was zero danger or risk of any kind. (Even so, I still preferred the coral reefs in the sun.)
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That leads to caving (on land), which the Americans call 'spelunking'. I've done a LOT of that, but only in the UK. There, all the caves are wet caves (eroded in the limestone by streams or even large rivers, which are still flowing), and they're complex and extensive.
Here's a short video (not mine!) which perfectly shows what it's like. You can see that (a) there's some crossover with mountaineering, as ropework is often helpful or sometimes necessary, and (b) it's NOT ideal for anyone who may be a little claustrophobic.
And I've done a lot of that, in South Wales and Devon, but mostly in the Yorkshire Dales. I always found it enormously enjoyable (but don't ask me to explain that! ). Almost always, one enters the cave high up on a hillside, following a stream or a river where it disappears into the ground, emerging a few hours later (with the stream) way down lower near the bottom of the valley.
Two times, I had what one might call a challenging experience when things suddenly stopped going to plan.
Once, I was down with a friend in a very complex cave system. Here's the map:
Neither of us had been there before — and we just got lost.
We weren't in any danger, but suddenly we realized that what we were seeing (all the side branches and the direction we were going with our compass) didn't match the map at all. We knew we weren't where we should have been, but we had no idea where we actually were. And we didn't know what mistake we had made. AND — as you can see from the YouTube short above — it all looks the same. AND — there's no-one you can call for help.
So, with great credit to us both, we just sat in a dry place, shared a couple of energy bars, and calmly and methodically figured out how best to retrace our steps until we were somewhere that we recognized or made sense from the diagram of the labyrinth. Which we did — and a 3 hour trip turned into an 8 hour marathon. But we were all fine, and had a fun story to tell our friends afterwards. Nonetheless, I remember the experience to this day.
The second incident is immensely interesting in a kind of esoteric way, and I'd really like to share that here.
When one's following an underground river, it often periodically plunges down a vertical shaft. At that point, the thing to do is to abseil (= rappel) down a rope — and down the waterfall — for maybe up to 80 feet or so until one reaches a chamber at the bottom with a large pool, from which the river continues more horizontally.
Here's exactly what it's like: (a 10 second video, a YouTube extract)
I was with a novice friend, a young woman aged about 25 who probably weighed about 130-140 lbs (60-63 kg) with all her equipment.
She set down off the rope first — and halfway, she got stuck.
Somehow, the rope had jammed solid in her descending friction device. She couldn't go down another inch — and certainly couldn't come up again. She was just hanging in the waterfall, yelling at me:
"What do I do???"
There was NOTHING she could do. And there was almost nothing I could do from where I was, helplessly watching her hanging there getting drenched in the ice-cold waterfall.
So almost without thinking, I did the only thing I could possibly do: I grabbed the rope with both hands and just pulled her back up to the top like a giant sack of potatoes. She was fine. We fixed the problem, laughed about it, shared a soggy bar of chocolate, and then continued safely down and through the cave.
Only the next day did it dawn on me that what I had done was physically impossible.
Only an Olympic strongman could pull up a 130-140 lb deadweight hand over hand 40 feet on a wet rope with a thundering waterfall bearing down on the load. But I did it in about 10 seconds, like she weighed nothing at all.
It was like the woman who famously lifted one end of a car off her son after the jack had collapsed on him.* That was impossible for her, also.
In 1982, Angela Cavallo of Georgia heard her son trapped under a Chevy Impala while fixing it. Adrenaline kicked in—she lifted the 3,500-pound car high enough for neighbors to pull him out. Scientists later called it an “extraordinary case of hysterical strength” - a rare surge of adrenaline where ordinary humans perform the impossible.
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