Caught Between Two Worlds:: A Journey Through Time

Copyright © 2014 Judith L. Cameron, Ph.D..

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ISBN: 978-1-4525-1541-0 (sc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2014909412

Balboa Press rev. date: 6/19/2014

Contents

Preface

Acknowledgments

Introduction

Part I: The Beginning

Chapter 1 Summer

Chapter 2 Meeting Bob

Chapter 3 Saying Hello

Chapter 4 The Day After

Chapter 5 A Return Visit

Chapter 6 An Encounter with Bob

Chapter 7 The Men in Black

Chapter 8 The End of an Era

Chapter 9 Saying Good-Bye for a While

Part II: Those Interim Years

Chapter 10 Falling Apart

Chapter 11 One Final Visitation

Part III: Education and Life Experiences

Chapter 12 1958–1967

Chapter 13 1968–1984

Part IV: Reawakening to Contact

Chapter 14 Sunset on Bora Bora

Chapter 15 Teacher-in-Space and Renewed Memories

Chapter 16 Return to Eden and Reconnecting to the Past

Chapter 17 Orpheus Island

Chapter 18 Continuing Contact

Chapter 19 Sacramento and a Strange Encounter

Part V: Important Encounters Between August 1991 and August 1992

Chapter 20 ET Encounter on Highway 375, Nevada

Chapter 21 Encounters in Trinidad, Colorado

Chapter 22 Encounter in Roswell, New Mexico

Part VI: Becoming an Ambassador to the Universe

Chapter 23 Encounter in Joshua Tree National Park

Chapter 24 Encounters in Borrego Springs, California

Part VII: Conclusion

Chapter 25 What Happens Next?

Part VIII: Epilogue

Additional Resources

About the Author

Endnote

For Richard

Preface

S ince the first moment of coming into this life, I knew I was different. I can only imagine what my first three years were like, based on my family’s descriptions of my behavior. My mother once said that it seemed as though I was not grounded here, as though I had one foot on Earth and the other foot somewhere else. Looking back now, I can see that was a very profound statement coming from her. I do recall talking to and playing with friends that were not visible to others, only to me; my family referred to them as my imaginary friends. When I was about six years old, I remember my mom taking me to the doctor to see if there was anything wrong with me. My doctor, whom I now see was very wise, told her I was fine and had a wonderful imagination, which was normal for a child my age. He told her I could be a writer someday. That seemed to satisfy her because she left me alone after that where my special friends were concerned.

From my encounters with extraterrestrial beings during my first twelve years of life, I developed an interest in astronomy and space. This was at a time when no country on Earth had a space program. Science became my favorite subject in school. I had my share of friends, but all of them thought I was a little strange because I seemed to spend a lot of time in my own little world. During junior high and high school, my friends were interested in cooking and sewing and boys, of course, while I wanted to discover how and why things worked the way they did. I never spoke to my friends specifically about my space friends, but we did wonder if there were other people out there like us living on other planets. Because my encounters took place on my grandparents’ ten-acre farm in Antelope, California, and my grandfather sold the farm when my grandmother passed away, the visitations stopped and did not resume again until 1984 when I was thirty-nine years old.

Although I was raised as an Evangelical Lutheran, my real journey into spirituality began when I was earning my certification to teach special-needs students. I was about twenty-five years old at the time. In a class that was supposed to be about teaching methods for special education students, came a class about exploring ourselves, reincarnation, and angels, and I became aware of the word parapsychology for the first time. From this special class and instructor came my expanded belief system and training. Angels began appearing in my life, and they continue to have a profound effect on my life to this day.

By writing this book, I have gained a wonderful sense of closure on certain aspects of my life, as I now see my life flowing together so easily and making perfect sense. As our planet draws nearer to being fully conscious and in the fifth dimension, I felt compelled to write this book to tell my story about how my life experiences have put me where I am today. I have learned from our space brothers and sisters that each of us came here with a special mission to help our beautiful Mother Earth heal and ascend, as well as to help our fellow humans raise their consciousness so that we may all ascend during this historical time. Although many of us have not yet awakened to our mission, there is still time for that to occur. I came here to be a leader—a collaborator—in the creation of our new fifth dimensional Earth, to teach others of our true ancient history with our space brothers and sisters from other dimensions and planets, and to act as a liaison between extraterrestrials and Earth humans when disclosure and first contact occur.

Acknowledgments

A book such as this cannot be created without the help, advice, and support of many people. By believing in me and my ability to create such a document, these individuals have assisted me in many ways, and for that I will be forever grateful.

First, I wish to thank my loving husband, Richard, who endured me and my research gathering for the past twenty years of putting it all together. He was there for me when I became frustrated because of all the things I was trying to do at the same time, and also when I became so overwhelmed that I thought I might give up. His quiet support and belief in me and my abilities pulled me through the tougher times. His gift of unconditional love gave me the freedom to fly into places of unimaginable beauty, adventure, and peace. In believing that I could accomplish anything, even though he didn’t always understand at that time what I was experiencing, he always maintained an open mind to possibilities.

Next, I wish to acknowledge my friend and colleague Larry Thompson, who taught with me in the Science Department at Bonita High School in LaVerne, California. Larry teaches advanced placement physics and has an amazing grasp on teaching difficult concepts to others by making the subject matter come alive. He spent hours with me, teaching me Einstein’s theory of relativity so I had a clear basis and background to grasp the basics of hyperdimensional physics. This has served me well in working with and understanding how our space brothers and sisters travel through space and time. A basic skeptic to all of this, Larry never made me feel silly when I told him some of the things I was experiencing. He remained open-minded and inquisitive regarding the presence of extraterrestrials on and around planet Earth. A knowledgeable and exact scientist, he has been a grounding factor for me through all of this. He is an amazing teacher, and I wish to thank him for his patience and tenacity in working with me.

Meeting Jane B. Lake, PhD, in the late 1980s really turned out to be a re-establishment of many lifetimes together. Like me, Jane was a public school teacher. She received her doctorate in clinical hypnotherapy with a specialized field of utilizing hypnotherapy to help brain-injured people. During that time, she also had an experience that pulled her into working with people who had encounters with extraterrestrials. Our paths crossed in a remarkable way because of that experience. She is a superb clinical hypnotherapist and friend, and was the professional who did many regression sessions with me in order to fill in the missing pieces to many of my extraterrestrial encounters. Her insight and understanding opened many doorways of information to me. Today we work as colleagues, with each of us working toward co-creating our beautiful future Earth. She is my friend, my rock, and my mentor. I owe her so very much, and I am so thankful for her.

The next person I want to acknowledge is Steven Greer, MD, the founder of the Center for the Study of Extraterrestrial Intelligence (CSETI). Dr. Greer also founded the Disclosure Project to end the secrecy behind extraterrestrial visitations and their technologies, and the Orion Project to create the new technologies shown to us by advanced extraterrestrial civilizations and hidden from us by the military industrial complex. Dr. Greer and his leadership group teach people how to make contact with advanced extraterrestrial civilizations through meditation and a protocol referred to as CE5s, or close encounters of the fifth kind. In this kind of encounter, extraterrestrials appear and land as a result of our reaching out to them through this protocol. This contact is not random; it is made through carefully orchestrating previously decided on rules. Through a dream in 1989, I was told my main job during the time of the Ascension process will be to act as a liaison between advanced extraterrestrial civilizations and Earth humans when first contact is made. Working with Dr. Greer for the past twenty years and participating in weeklong trainings to become an ambassador has allowed me to expand my life experiences beyond measure. For that I will be forever grateful to Dr. Greer; his amazing working leadership team; his wife, Emily; and his family, who have sacrificed their time with Steven so he could do this work.

I also wish to acknowledge Amardeep Kaleka, who is the Emmy-Award-winning producer of the movie Sirius, which was made by Dr. Greer and a cast of thousands. He produced this movie at great risk to himself and his family. This is a disclosure movie about Earth’s ongoing contact with highly advanced extraterrestrial civilizations and the massive cover-up that has been perpetrated on the public for the last fifty or so years.

Of course, CSETI acknowledgments would not be complete without thanking the amazing extraterrestrials who have been interacting with me these past twenty years; they have taught me so many fantastic and amazing things.

I also wish to acknowledge and thank, posthumously, Shari Adiamak, who worked so closely with Dr. Steven Greer and CSETI. I enjoyed working with her for the brief moment in time that I had the privilege to know her. God bless you, Shari, for taking the time to teach me.

Next, I wish to acknowledge Pamela Peterson, my friend and colleague from the Challenger Center for Space Science Education. Through Pam’s leadership and guidance, I have had invaluable experiences working together with astronauts as we taught students about the space shuttle program, the moon program, and Mars. Thank you, Pam, for Windstar and John, the White House experience on the twenty-fifth anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing, the many Challenger Center conferences and shuttle launches and landings, and our deep personal friendship.

Debra Bosma, a fellow researcher and believer in things not easily perceived, has been an anchor for me on my path of exploration and adventure. Together we explored the great Southwest, searching for clues and information about what was really going on in the field of extraterrestrial studies and the many government cover-ups. Her constant support throughout ten years of researching and experiencing gave me the impetus to continue along pathways I thought had dried up. She taught me not to give up on an idea, but instead to keep pursuing a path until I had completely exhausted it. Thank you for sharing those amazing experiences with me.

Additionally, I wish to acknowledge and thank, posthumously, Elaine Harper, my beautiful friend and mentor, for all the wonderful things you shared with me and taught me over my teaching career.

To Barbara Lamb, my friend and colleague, for sharing your work and understanding about crop circles and their sacred geometry connections, your groundbreaking work with hybrids, and your openness to share it with the world.

I wish to also acknowledge my friend John Price from Roswell, New Mexico. Thank you for trusting my integrity by allowing me access to the real crash site and introducing me to many of the people who were involved and there, and for sharing that amazing encounter the four of us had at the initial crash site.

To my friend and colleague Linda Soots, who was my instructional assistant through the years I taught special education classes, both at the elementary school and the high school. She kept me grounded when the topic of extraterrestrials came up in class and reminded me that we were in a public high school and to be careful of what I could say and not say. Always the skeptic, she never made me feel strange about what I believed, and I really appreciate all of her support over all those years of working together.

To my friend Cynthia Woo, who unselfishly shared her own experiences with me and has been there as a constant friend and supporter throughout this adventure. I will always cherish our friendship.

To Ryan Schuchman, my technical advisor and assistant, who teaches me how to use the special programs on my computer that make my work look amazing, and who keeps my computers working at their peak.

To Keith Taylor for being an extraordinary sound mixer in creating and recording my professional hypnosis and meditation CDs. Your ability to hear the special nuances created by sounds and apply them to the recording is amazing.

To Hal Ratliff, who writes the original music for me behind my voice on my CDs. You have an incredible gift. Thank you for sharing that gift with me.

To my friend and colleague Jeanne Love, who I admire and appreciate. Our connection to the Challenger crew has been so important, and the messages they still have to share with the world through you are incredible.

To the beautiful angels and spirit guides who are always with me and who keep me grounded and give me encouragement and love.

To my beautiful Siberian husky, Cochise, who crossed over in 2004 but who helped me with paranormal events and understanding as we telepathically communicated across many miles. He still works with me today from the other side.

To my hundreds of students and clients who have supported my classes and seminars over the years. You worked with me so diligently to uncover the mystery of why we are all sharing a role in this incredible journey. And to my amazing guides, who are always there assisting me with new information and experiences. Without you, only part of my work would be complete. I owe you much gratitude.

It is equally important that I show my ongoing appreciation for Dr. Pamela Winkler, my doctoral dissertation advisor from St. John’s University. Her patience and kindness in walking me through the processes of format, deadlines, and all that goes with formal writing made that process so much easier. Thank you also for accepting my topic, An Exploration in the Relationship of Extraterrestrial Encounters and Spiritual Development. This proved to be an important topic to the many people I surveyed and worked with during the dissertation process.

Last, but certainly not least, I am grateful to my amazing spirit guide(s) who assist me during the times when I sit down to write and my mind does not cooperate. Through meditation and prayer, I receive communication and encouragement.

Introduction

H ow many of you have thought to yourself when a seemingly odd question pops into your head, Now where did that come from? Both the angels and the extraterrestrials have done this with me since I was a teenager. At the time, I did not realize what was happening, mainly because I was not ready. In fact, at that time, I was not even open to the possibilities. I began awakening to the world of the paranormal in my twenties, and I soon realized that I needed to stay connected to that part in my life. No matter what my schedule for the day is like, I try to incorporate something I have learned from my angels, or the beautiful extraterrestrials that work with me, or from things I have learned through my own discoveries over time. I have found that it is important for me to connect to that higher consciousness realm in order to feel balanced.

Before I even get out of bed in the morning, I do a quick meditation just to make contact with those who work with me. Often I draw one of Doreen Virtue’s angel cards from the stack to see what path the angels want me to follow that day. One particular extraterrestrial group of people that works with me is the dolphin people. They are very highly evolved and exude unconditional love. If there is one important message I could share with the world from these beautiful people it is that life should be joyful and fun. They have told me time and again that earth humans take life too seriously. I tend to agree, but I also know it seems difficult not to be serious when we have so many stressors in our lives. It seems that most of us are in survival mode. I have learned that when I get serious like that, the dolphin extraterrestrial people play with me. They playfully tease me about my seriousness, often mimicking me so I can see how silly I look and sound. They do it in such a loving way that they cause me to break out in laughter. It is amazing how endorphins are released when we laugh. Suddenly, things no longer seem so serious. My dolphin extraterrestrial friends reward me every day with their gaiety and lightness of being.

This book is about sharing some extraordinary experiences with you—experiences that positively changed my life. More importantly, it will be a sharing of what I have learned over the years from the angels and extraterrestrials, and of how the information is pertinent for today and our transition to the fifth dimension. The stories in this book came from my extensive journal writing. I kept a daily record of what was occurring in my life in regard to contact, angels, and paranormal experiences. From those journals, which I still keep and update, I chose a few events and encounters I thought would make the book interesting.

Initially I was writing what is now going to be my second book, as a second part of this book, but doing so would have made this book close to four hundred pages long. The second book, which is almost completed, is about what I have learned over the years from my encounters with extraterrestrials, and from teachers the Galactic Federation of Light have endorsed as having accurate information because they are people who have direct contact with them. I received much of my training from my extraterrestrial mentors in a place I named the Galactic Academy.

My reason for telling my personal stories of encounters and how I felt at each age as these encounters progressed through my life is that I know I am not the only one out there who has had extensive visitations, and if reading my story helps another person understand his or her encounters, then I will have done part of what I came here to do in this life. The second part, what I have learned from all those encounters, is very important because I am supposed to be teaching others about it. It is information about our past on Earth and what we should be looking forward to as our planet and we move into the fifth dimension.

I have been blessed with new skills, and these skills allow me to better serve humankind in a positive, loving way. I have also been given much information about our past, about what is occurring now in our daily lives, and about what our future may hold. The biggest, most constant message is that we are all One. The consciousness on our planet is increasing exponentially, and we are entering one of the most exciting eras of our lives.

PART I

The Beginning

CHAPTER 1

Summer

An equation is right when it becomes simple.

—Albert Einstein

I t was a warm summer night, long ago—1951 to be exact. It was the kind of night that was so still, you could hear your heart pounding in your chest, and so hot, it almost took your breath away. I stood quietly and listened to the crickets chirping to one another with their usual litany of sounds, and I found myself sweating from the June Sacramento heat. My arms felt sticky and wet like I had just stepped out of a sauna. The place was Antelope, California, a sleepy little farming community about fifteen miles from Sacramento. I was six years old and spending the summer on my grandparents’ ten-acre farm.

The serenity and peacefulness of the farm drew me in, even at that early age. There was something about being outside with nature that seemed to direct my life. My grandparents raised some cattle and had milk cows, chickens, pigs, a couple of horses, and hundreds of turkeys. There were large almond and walnut orchards and many fruit trees. My grandmother, who I called Nonnie, also had a vegetable and flower garden. Sissy and Puggy, their two Pekinese dogs, were my friends while I was there, and I loved playing with them.

Down the road from the farm was the train station. It was really a tiny general store owned by Ed and Lucielle Foote, who also ran the railroad station. I loved to hear the freight trains rolling through Antelope, especially in the middle of the night. I would think of the hobos who rode the trains and wonder what kind of life it would be to just ride the rails. It sounded like fun. I remember thinking that tomorrow I would ride down to the train station with my grandpa to get a Grapette soda and talk to the hobos when the train stopped at the station. The hobos usually rode in the open boxcars, and they enjoyed talking to me, although it made my grandpa and Ed pretty nervous. I did not understand then about the ways of the world. I was fearless, as nothing in my six years of living had ever scared me. But now I was brought back from my thoughts by a sound near the pump house. The time was three in the morning. Little did I know when I followed the sound that night, something so phenomenal was about to occur that it would change the course of my life forever.

Before getting to that, though, let’s go back in time to the early 1950s. World War II had been over for just a short time, and the country was starting to recover from the hardships that had been placed on people during the war. It was a simple, more gentle time. But in post World War II Sacramento, times were hard. In most American families, dads went to work each day and moms stayed home and raised the children. In my case, both of my parents had to work, so I spent a lot of time with my grandparents. Also, my mom was pregnant with my brother, who would be born on July 12 of that year.

Farming was still a productive way of life as you moved from the cities into the country. We lived down by the Sacramento River then, in a town named Broderick. We lived there until I was five years old, when my parents were able to afford the house payment on a little house in one of the suburbs of Sacramento. Rock ‘n’ roll had just been introduced to the current generation of tweens and teens, and our collective parents and grandparents thought we were going to hell in a handbasket. People who could afford it were booking flights on the new fledgling airlines, and some began learning how to fly small two-seater aircraft. My uncle had his pilot’s license and his own airplane, and he would take me flying sometimes. I loved soaring over the rooftops and across the terrain that was mostly country and mountains.

Television had just been invented, and only families with means could afford to have one. No one in our family had one yet, and we would not get one for several years. I spent a lot of time in the mobile library, checking out mostly science fiction novels. I was already an avid reader at six years old. I loved to read; it took me away to faraway places. Also, there was no space program yet.

You may remember that in 1947, Orson Welles broadcast The War of the Worlds on the radio. The story was about Martians invading Earth and taking over the planet. Even though it was announced before the broadcast and during the broadcast several times that it was not real, people believed it was really happening. Panic ensued, and many cities in the United States experienced chaos. Because it was unfamiliar to most people, except in science fiction novels, the idea of beings from another planet was terrifying.

Since flying had been introduced for recreational travel, the aeronautical industry began to grow. Returning soldiers were accepted to college by way of the GI Bill, which paid soldiers for their college education. Many majored in engineering and aeronautics, and they found an expanding and prosperous industry to work in when they graduated. From this industry, our space program grew.

Also in 1947, over a town in southern New Mexico, an incident occurred that would change the course of history in the United States and our planet—an incident few people even heard of until many years later. The town was Roswell, and I was only two years old at the time.

I do not know if it has ever been thoroughly established whether there was one spacecraft or two, but it has been established that there was a crash of an extraterrestrial spacecraft on the desert floor on July 2, 1947, although the official explanation at first was a downed weather balloon. Later in the mid-1990s, when people started actively investigating the incident, the military said that it was not an extraterrestrial craft but experimental dummies that the army had launched for testing. Their report is that the alleged ET bodies were really these dummies. Of course, most people in the United States do not believe that report.

Since that time, the army has admitted that there was a crash of a flying saucer that night. It has been speculated that there was one spacecraft that got hit by lightning during a terrible storm. Others speculate that two spacecraft collided with each other because the lightning had damaged their propulsion systems and they could not maneuver. Either story is possible. At any rate, debris was strewn over several miles in two places about twenty or so miles apart.

There were also ET bodies found with the wreckage. It has been alleged that one of the ETs was alive and was captured. He was taken to Roswell Army Airfield and then transferred to Wright Field, which today is Wright Patterson Air Force Base. This was a more secret base, and the story says that this extraterrestrial being was kept alive there for several years and they learned a great deal of information from him.

At first, the army’s press release said there was a downed spacecraft. However when ET bodies were discovered, the reporting public affairs officer was ordered to retract his statement and give the weather balloon story. In 1947, it seemed plausible to the public that the army was doing secret experiments using weather balloons. That explanation does not work today, however, as too many people have studied the event and do not believe the army’s version of what happened.

Since there was an almost immediate blackout of all reports relating to this incident, my family in Sacramento, California, never said anything about it, at least not around me. The article was printed in the Sacramento Bee on July 3, 1947, but then was almost immediately retracted. I know my parents saw the article because they always read the paper. I assume they ignored it after the retraction came in. The story was written off by most as just the army trying to hide something they were doing in the desert that they did not want the public to know about. However, in military circles, the cover-up began. It was stated by the military at that time, if the majority of people in the United States believed that the broadcast of The War of the Worlds was real and it had frightened people so badly that some even committed suicide, the population would never be able to handle a real extraterrestrial event. But don’t tell that to a young girl of six who was about to start an extraordinary chapter in her life.

CHAPTER 2

Meeting Bob

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