Bright Friends: The First Twenty-Five Years of Visitations Tucson, Arizona 1947-1972
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Karen reveals the many lessons her Bright Friends taught her without ever exchanging a spoken word. As Karen details sporadic visits by two types of beings who lived in a world without war, hunger, or poverty, she discloses how her Bright Friends took samples of her DNA, ova, and breast tissue, all while leading her down a path where she eventually learned who they were, where they came from, why they needed humans, and how they were able to share unconditional, perfect love and trust in each other. Through a lifetime of open exchanges, Karen reveals how the otherworldly beings conveyed beneficial wisdom that inspired her to believe in and ultimately share with the world the power of their goodness as well as their mission to care for and preserve our planet.
Bright Friends provides a glimpse into twenty-five years of visitations by beings who influenced one womans life journey with their valuable lessons.
Karen Kalliopi Papagapitos
Karen Kalliopi Papagapitos earned a degree in Education from the University of Arizona and taught the children of migrant farm workers near the border town of Nogales, Arizona. She is a Fellow of the World Literary Academy as well as a member of The Academy of American Poets. Karen is the author of three other books. She currently lives in the Bronx, New York.
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Bright Friends - Karen Kalliopi Papagapitos
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ISBN: 978-1-5043-6871-1 (sc)
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Balboa Press rev. date: 12/05/2016
Contents
AFTER A HARVEST
‘Mother Seeks Answers’
The Spaceship In My Closet: Seven Decades of Visitations
Angel By My Side
Prologue
PART ONE
I Begin Remembering
Tucson, Arizona 1947-1972
The Ship: My First Impressions
The Early Years
The Messenger Visits
‘My Sister and the Others’
Growing Up in the Desert
DESERT SKY, DESERT SAND
They Were A Part of A Whole
Bright Friends: The First Twenty-Five Years…
PART TWO
‘The Harvesting Begins’
‘Yiayia Kalliopi’
DARKEST LIGHT
CRETAN WOMEN
Where Am I?
‘Mother Finally Accepts What She Cannot Change’
Jumping Through Time
The Dairy Farmer
Betty and Barney Hill’s Experience and Me
Saying Goodbye Again…For A Little While
Part Three
Escaping the Hospital
The Moose Calf
Inside the Pyramid
Nasty Alien Pirates
An Ancestral Journey
Highway I-19
The Cliff Hanger
My Eureka Moment Came Forty Years Later
Messages of Love
Part Four
‘The Time Jumpers’
‘Rearranging Molecules… Empathetically’
‘Chimps to Humans to Beyond Humans’
‘Beneath the Earth and Above the Heavens’
‘On the Ships"
‘Now Comes the DNA Proof’
‘Sailing On Seas; Flying In Space; Jumping Through Time’
‘Will Time Travel Cancel the Finality of Death?’
‘…Cancelling the Finality of Death’
‘Sharing Yields Questions’
‘DNA Factories: Genetics As Currency’
‘Future Drugstore Geneticists’
‘Two Past Midnight’
‘Difficult Journeys Home: Falling Through Energy Tunnels’
‘The Ka and the Ba of Our Souls’
‘Differing Accounts From Other Abductees and the Possible Explanations’
‘My Animal Sanctuary’
‘Bearing Witness’
‘Amazing and Insidious Future Technology’
The Final Harbour
About the Author
Image%20Arrival.jpgImage%20Journey.jpgImage%20Little%20Boy%20Blue.jpg30121.pngAFTER A HARVEST
THEY WATCHED ME SLEEP (AGES 11-19 YEARS)
project%20no%20747079%20after%20harvest.jpgproject%20no%20747079%20atrium.jpg‘Mother Seeks Answers’
I am seven years old. My mother and I are walking toward a huge tent in the fairgrounds northwest of Tucson. The sand is hot in my sandals.
Are we going to the circus, mommy?
It’s not the circus, Karen
We enter the tent. Rows of chairs lead to a stage where a man with a microphone speaks to the crowd. Another man comes up to my mother.
Welcome, sister. Are you here for yourself or the child?
The child.
My mother whispers.
Is she afflicted?
The man asks.
I don’t know.
My mother looks afraid.
What’s afflicted, mommy?
Hush Karen.
Mother tells me. She looks around and seems frightened and unsure.
Come this way.
The man tries to lead us to the front of the tent.
Let me go!
I tell him. Then to my mother again, What’s afflicted mean, mommy? Am I afflicted?
Quiet,
she tells me and tightens her grip on my hand.
Come, don’t be afraid.
The man with the smooth voice says.
My mother doesn’t move; he reaches to take my hand.
Don’t touch me!
I shout and try to kick him. I miss.
Mommy, let’s go. Let’s go, now!
I try to pull her toward the opening in the tent.
My mother shakes her head and focuses on the scene.
I made a mistake; we shouldn’t be here.
We are both moving toward the exit now
We can help, sister, Come back. We can help.
The man with the smooth voice follows us.
Don’t be afraid; we can help the afflicted child.
He points to me.
I’m not AFFLICTED!
My mother pulls me out of the tent. She kneels in front of me on the hot sand and embraces me.
I’m sorry, Karen. I was wrong.
What’s afflicted, mommy. Is it bad? Am I afflicted? Don’t cry, mommy. I’m alright.
We are both crying as we walk to the bus stop. The hot sun dries out tears.
The Spaceship In My Closet: Seven Decades of Visitations
Tucson, Arizona-1947
I was born.
Tucson, Arizona-1951
I am four years old and being carried to a beautiful ship surrounded by bright, white light in the desert. It is early morning, and the dew makes the desert fragrant. The ‘being’ carrying me is one of my friends; I call them my Bright Friends, because they always come in a cloud of light. Their clothes are shiney and white, with a blue stripe across the front. Some have brown hair and some have yellow/white hair.
They are beautiful, kind and funny. We learn ‘games’ in the little playroom on the ship. A small boy in blue overalls sits at a table with me. He wears a little cap on his head and he is not the same color as I am. He is a greyish-blue. My other friends are taller and look like my father, who is fair-haired and has very light grey eyes.
Sometimes my nose bleeds badly. I am taken to the ‘doctors’ on the ship. They wear all white and try to stop my nosebleeds. I show them how I can hold my head up to help stop the blood. They smile at me and I can ‘feel’ how much they care for me. After my nosebleed stops, I am given a sweet drink. It tastes like honey.
When they realized I was remembering, a decision on their part had to be made as to whether or not to continue my visits. A young messenger came to my room; I was allowed to be fully awake. He communicated (by thoughts and feelings…they never spoke) that they didn’t know why I was remembering. ‘People’ usually didn’t remember. They might have to stop the visits. I began to cry hysterically. He reassured me that if I didn’t speak of the visits, they would continue. It would be ‘better’ for me if I didn’t tell any adults in my life. The adults wouldn’t believe me and harm might come to me. ‘They’ wouldn’t harm me, my society would ‘shun’ me. The messenger communicated that I would be told I was dreaming by the adults. My Bright Friends didn’t want me to think I was dreaming. The messenger communicated that this was really happening. It was real. I knew it was real. I always ‘smelled the desert dew’ in the night air as we approached the ship. I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
Before he leaves me, he reinforces what has always been communicated by all of them: we are ‘family’; we are ‘related’.
For the next 21 years I am visited frequently.
During my adolescent years I am no longer with one of my Bright Friends as I travel to and from visits. The visits are less personal, and I am usually with others my age. It feels like we are in a ‘camp’ experience of some kind, except on board a ship. We only separate when medical procedures are being done. At other times we are being ‘taught’ lessons to help us be better people here on earth.
They are not ‘people’ in the sense we are, though they look like us. In their world there is no war. They do not destroy their planet. They do not kill one another. There is no hunger or poverty.
When I am 25 I get married and move to New York City. My desert visits cease; a new life begins for me. Though I am visited sporadically the next four decades, not until I am a 65 year old grandmother will I begin to fully understand who they are, where they come from and what they need from us.
Bronx, NY 2015
It has been three years since I began resurrecting memories of my visits
. I am 68 years old and a grandmother now. Once my first grandchild was born, I began to understand how ‘we’ were connected to ‘them’. I met two types of beings. The taller, human types look very similar to us. The only differences I could ever see were in how their skin seemed to have a muted pigmentation, and how no matter their complexion or hair color their eyes were always on the lighter side; a grey/blue, grey-green or grey/brown.
It is important for me to insert here, that although I have had these visits all my life and have known about these beings, my religious faith has never been shaken. I believe in God. Though I was raised a Christian, I respect all forms of religion that help humankind achieve a better and kinder and more peaceful life. In fact, I tried to tell my priest about my experiences two years ago. He listened and then said, It’s not that I don’t believe you.
Clearly he did not believe me. Soon after, he was promoted and left our church. We now have a new priest. I am not going to ‘tell’ him anything. I want to be buried with prayers.
As I resurrected my memories, I began feeling differently about the adolescent abductions. Those years were unlike the first ten, when I was escorted to and from visits and treated like precious cargo. During this next phase, I traveled to and from visits on my own. Sometimes I would awaken as I was being ‘energized’ back to my room. Many nights I would ‘feel’ I was falling off a high cliff or ledge. This was a regular happening during my sleep hours as a teenager. Often I felt I was being ‘watched or observed’ as I slept. I could never see who was watching me. I just knew they ‘cared’ about me. A feeling of total body paralysis would slowly recede once I was back home. Then, I would sleep deeply.
During this second phase of visits, I was with other teenagers in a ‘camp’ or school type setting. I remember silently walking with these other adolescents through chilly corridors; we were all in night clothes. One by one we were separated and taken into little rooms where we would undergo medical procedures. The procedures included the taking of ova and, in my case, breast tissue from my right breast. At the end of this decade, I had reconstructive surgery at the age of 20. Every bit of breast tissue in my right breast had been