WAKING WISDOM We Are One: The Journey from Unidentified Flying Objects to Universal Foundational Oneness

By Kim Parker

This book is about how having an open and inquisitive mind can assist anyone in the search for truth and wisdom behind the patterns of everyday life.

The contents of this book swirl through such fascinating landscapes as spirituality, extraordinary experiences, reincarnation possibilities, consciousness as the creative principle, aliens and UFOs a

• Language: English
• Publisher: Europa Centre
• Release date: Dec 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9780645173635

Kim Parker

The Journey from Unidentified Flying Objects to Universal Foundational Oneness

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Alien Initiation

The reality or even the concept of oneness, which is the true state of being of which this book talks, seems to terrify us humans as much as our own inevitable demise does. Both oneness and death apparently herald the loss of our individual consciousness and it is this that largely generates our fear. This fear is nothing but an untrue belief because oneness incorporates infinite diversity. You are still you and I am still me but the life within us is the same life.

Oneness is the only state of being, one consciousness, one life in all life, we are contained within it even as it rides within us. There isn’t actually anything else, just glorious loving conscious oneness which cannot possibly lose parts of itself. Death then becomes transformation of form, a passageway to immortality, the infinite unfolding of creative consciousness and awareness.

How I arrived at this point deserves some explanation. Hence a brief introduction into how this magical return to oneness – and then promulgation of that truth of being – began for me.

All good stories begin with, ‘Once Upon a Time’, which seems an odd sentence really. As though some giant hand opens a drawer of time ribbons and after careful deliberation selects one beautiful etheric roll of fabric upon which to create a record of a small portion of its own magnificence. Hence, once upon a time, when I was a mere slip of a girl, a tiny blip on the horizon of being, I was gifted an extraordinary experience. In retrospect there had been clues of it hidden deep in panicked dreams of a huge green creature like a crocodile, watching me, waiting to ‘get’ me. Also, in a child’s fascination with the art, or science, of invisibility. The contents of my mother’s bathroom cabinet were sadly depleted by my play around the latter. Vanishing cream had a different perspective than the normal for me. Yet who could possibly have linked these clues into a cohesive likelihood or expectation of what was going to occur? No one, regardless of how they may have prepared me for what transpired when I was around 11 years old.

At a young age, in the late 1960s’, I had the great good fortune, although I didn’t see it as fortunate for quite some time, to run into a reptilian alien in a paddock in broad daylight. The paddock was very steep, secluded and surrounded by thick bush and forest. My friend was at the bottom of the field and I had climbed up to about the halfway mark. I was in my own world, wandering slowly upwards when I suddenly became aware that I was looking at a leg. It was straight ahead of me and no more than two metres away. Even though it was close I was staring straight at the knee, I came to a sudden stop and continued staring. The leg had some sort of boot on it that came up over the knee and the boot was the same colour as the flesh above the knee. My gaze slowly crept up to the thigh, the muscle size and definition were beyond impressive. A body builder on mountains of steroids would be hard put to compete with this thigh. My eyes travelled upwards again, I don’t remember much about the lower trunk other than it was clothed in something close fitting. The arms, bare and very muscular, were hanging next to the trunk. The right hand was holding some longish object that was unknown to me, the hand actually fitted into the end of the object. My eyes moved up to view the chest. I contemplated this for some time as it was fashioned or clothed in some way that I had absolutely no reference for. I was unable to decide what was skin and what was material, or, if it was one or the other. My brain stalled for a moment, I literally stopped thinking as I had nothing to compare this to. This stopping of thought was the oddest sensation, very difficult to describe. Then with a mental shrug I allowed my vision to move upwards.

There was little or no neck and a thin slash for a mouth. I don’t clearly recall the nose except for thinking that the nostrils weren’t ‘right’ somehow. My eyes moved up and we locked eyes, his eyes weren’t human. They had bright orange-gold oval shaped irises that had elongated, diamond shaped black slits as pupils. Time stood still, everything in and around me stopped, there was nothing but me and these incredible eyes. When our eyes met the creature realised that I could see it. I was flooded with information telepathically, no words as such just complete concepts. First and foremost he had no intention of harming us, he had simply been watching us play. He was as horrified as I was that I could see him. It was a huge mistake, he was poleaxed by this error, he had thought himself invisible to me. There was an overwhelming feeling of shock coming from his mind to mine, and no doubt mine to his.

I can’t have been staring into his eyes for very long before, as though a switch was turned on, I became aware of the voice of my friend. She was still chatting away some distance from me as though nothing was happening. Slowly, I turned my head to see her, walking along with her head down, not looking in my direction. I turned back to the creature again and was stunned to find he had entirely disappeared. I had only looked away for mere seconds and was standing a long way from any cover but he had gone.

Looking back, I worked out, even allowing for the steep slope, this being would have been at least seven feet tall, perhaps more. He had been incredibly muscular and totally lacked any body hair. There was an attention to detail and fine level of finish in his construction that made me think humans seemed a bit shabby by comparison. Now for the most embarrassing detail, except for his eyes, every part of him, body and clothing was a pronounced shade of green. Yes, I know, it makes me want to roll around with laughter too. However, it must be said that whoever coined the term ‘little green men’ was sadly astray in description of size if not of colour.

Although I was young, there were some instant decisions made about what I had viewed. He was quite obviously much smarter than any human I had come across or ever heard of. Apparently it is possible to hide in plain sight, to be invisible, and this magnificent being was capable of just such an act. In the short space of this encounter I learnt a great deal and