The Forgotten Promise

By Sherry Wilde

This is the story of one woman’s life-long interaction with beings from another world, and her journey to go beyond the fear to find meaning and purpose. In this book she explores the abduction experience and shares with you the three important things they insisted she learn.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ozark Mountain Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005000608

Sherry Wilde

Sherry Wilde was living an idyllic life until 1987 when her community experienced a UFO flap that was considered one of the most active in the world. No one could have ever guessed the unbelievable turn of events that would occur over the next 18 to 24 months as Sherry was forced to accept her involvement in a phenomenon that was totally unknown to her. It was astonishing to this pragmatic and level-headed woman of 37 when faced with the undisputable evidence that she was experiencing contact with extra-terrestrial beings. It almost pushed her over the edge to learn her contact had been ongoing for her entire life . Sherry spent the next several years of her life trying to exonerate the experience from her mind and ignoring the occasional visits. But when heavy contact started again in late 2009, after several years of peace, she could no longer ignore it. Inexplicably, she found herself writing a book about the experiences as her memory opened up to the past events and the teachings these beings had imparted to her. Overcoming her fear and learning the truth of her involvement became her life goal. She now accepts the truth of these encounters and has cooperative contact on a regular basis with the beings she calls “her guys”.

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The Forgotten Promise:

Rejoining Our Cosmic Family

by Sherry Wilde

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Table of Contents

Title Page

This is the story of one woman’s lifelong interaction with beings from another world and her journey to go beyond the fear to find meaning and purpose.

For Marion

Introduction

Prologue: It Starts with One

Chapter One:

Chapter Two:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

Chapter 7:

Chapter 8:

Chapter 9:

Chapter 10:

Chapter 11:

Epilogue:

Chapter 12:

About the Author

Timeline

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This is the story of one woman’s lifelong interaction with beings from another world and her journey to go beyond the fear to find meaning and purpose.

In this book she explores the abduction experience and shares with you the Three Important Things they insisted she learn.

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For Marion

I hope you found the answers.

For Vicky

For never—not once—doubting me.

And for Wanda

My port in a storm, my guiding light,

my wise and knowing sister

I love you beyond word

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Introduction

This is my story. I cannot prove any of what you are about to read but neither do I feel the need to convince you of its validity. It will either resonate with you, or it will not. For years I was encouraged to write about these experiences, but I resisted. It never felt right to make public such a personal and highly controversial episode from my life. For some reason, however, it suddenly became clear to me that now was the time to bring it out of the closet.

This is not an easy story for me to write, and it might not be easy for you to read or believe. I understand that. It will not be told in chronological order but will be told much in the same way as if I was sitting and visiting with you over a cup of coffee. A timeline has been added at the back of the book for you to reference if needed.

I want to emphasis that it is my story, and I’ve done my very best to keep others out of it—that is, family and friends who were peripherally involved—but it is impossible to tell the truth about what happened without including some facts about others’ involvement. I did my level best to keep those parts to a minimum, especially those involving my children.

One of the first things I am asked after talking with others about this phenomenon is Why you? What’s so special about you?

My answer is simple: Nothing. There is truly nothing special about me or my family. It is my belief that most of the people in this world have had at least one encounter with a being from another dimension or planet. Personally, I find it easier to think of them as coming from another dimension. Even though the beings I interacted with appeared to be transported here in a spaceship of some sort, I don’t believe that distinction is worth exploring.

If you are drawn to this book, then it may very well be that you have had an inter-dimensional encounter, but the memory of that encounter is shielded from your consciousness for your own sanity. Trying to integrate these kinds of events into your life and still live what the world would consider a normal life is pretty much impossible. Even if you come to terms with what is happening to you, there is always the looming question of why. It is the reason so many alleged abductees are drawn to a path that takes them on a spiritual journey.

This book is not only a recounting of my experiences but also the story of how I discovered that, like most things, it is possible to turn the worst thing in your life into something positive just by choosing to look at it from a different perspective.

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Prologue:

It Starts with One

Backyard Abduction—1958—Rural Wisconsin

I couldn’t have been more than eight years old. My younger brother and I were out behind our house playing on the sandstone rocks. My parents told me years later that they’d made a conscious decision to keep us somewhat isolated and protected from mainstream society—and we certainly were. It was the mid-1950s, and it was an altogether different world than it is now. We lived on a 120-acre non-working dairy farm that had a half-mile-long driveway off a little gravel road. We were a twenty-minute drive from the nearest village, and I attended a one-room schoolhouse until fourth grade at which time I underwent the traumatizing experience of being transferred into town school.

It was an idyllic life. I had three siblings: a brother two years older than me, another brother one year younger, and my baby sister who came along when I was five. We were pushed out the door every summer morning and not allowed back into the house until lunch, and then out the door we would go again until dark. We ran the hills, played in the haymow, made forts, climbed trees, and splashed in the creek that ran through our valley farm. In the winter, we were bundled up and sent out the door to walk the three miles to school. (Yes, it actually was three miles.)

I remember my mother’s warning, Do not, no matter how tired you get, stop and lay down in the snow to sleep. You will freeze and never wake up!

My father wasn’t a farmer. He tried, but it just wasn’t his calling. Instead, he went to work as a Greyhound bus driver. He was gone a lot.

Behind our house was a fence line that stretched all the way down the valley to our nearest neighbor. We could barely see their place from our upstairs window. My mother’s garden was out there, and if we didn’t stay out of her way, she’d put us to work pulling weeds, so we would disappear into the hills that surrounded our home. On this hot summer day, my younger brother and I were out behind the garden playing on the flat sandstone rocks. A fine assortment of berries grew wild in that area, and every now and then we’d break from our play long enough to go grab a handful.

My older brother was not with us, which was typical. He liked to go off by himself, fishing or exploring in the woods. I was standing in the tall grass, facing the gooseberry bush that grew along the fence, picking the berries and popping them into my mouth. The crisp sour taste of the berry was not my favorite, but I loved to make them pop and feel my mouth water as it reacted to the strong flavor.(I remember all of this as if it were yesterday.)

It was very hot and humid—almost claustrophobic. The buzzing of the insects was very loud in my ears and added to the feeling of closeness. There was no breeze, and I swatted away the mosquito’s as they came close to my face or landed on my arms. I was focused on getting as many gooseberries into my mouth in as short a time as possible since I wanted to get back to my brother who was waiting over in the shade on the rocks.

I was plucking away with both hands, quickly picking a berry, popping it into my mouth, and going for the next one. Both hands were moving quickly over the bush, taking the easiest and ripest berries.

Suddenly, there was a change in the temperature. The hot stifling air, which only a moment before had felt as if it was going to suffocate me, turned noticeably cooler and the loud buzzing abruptly stopped. There was dead silence. I froze. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as a chill ran down my spine. I knew someone was standing behind me.

My heart was beating loudly in my chest as I slowly started to turn around. Strong hands came down on my shoulders and stopped me from moving. A gentle voice said my name and warned me not to turn around—as if I could with his hands firmly keeping me in place.

My mind raced as I tried to figure out who this could be. An uncle? A neighbor? And then a terrifying thought—a stranger?

But he had said my name. And his voice was somewhat familiar to me. There wasn’t much time to consider all this because he started to talk to me in that same gentle tone. It calmed me a lot to hear that voice.

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What are you doing? he said.

Picking gooseberries, I replied.

Why?

To eat, I said in a barely audible voice.

What do they taste like?

Kinda sour, I whispered.

Do you like them? he asked. No.

He chuckled and said, Then why are you eating them?

Because . . . why can’t I turn around? I pleaded.

I think it would scare you to see me. Do you remember?

And I softly answered, Yes.

After a moment he said, Slowly turn around. Take hold of my hand and walk with me.

I instinctively kept my eyes averted as I turned and took hold of his hand. As we started to walk, I saw out of the corner of my eyes, three or four other beings, standing as if at attention among the tall grass and shrubs. They didn’t look real to me; they looked like the mannequins I’d seen at the JCPenney store, only they didn’t seem to have human features. I tried getting a closer look but couldn’t focus on their faces.

I did notice, however, how small they were for being men. They were about my size and wore matching outfits that looked somewhat like the one-piece coveralls my dad wore in the winter, only these outfits were very tight and form fitting. They didn’t appear to move or blink. They just stood there without moving a muscle.

Then I noticed my brother standing as if frozen over on the sandstone rocks. I asked if he could come with us but was told Not now.

I glanced back at him again as we marched up the hill. I was afraid for my brother; he didn’t look natural.

What’s wrong with my brother? Is he okay? He is fine. He will be here when we return.

I trudged alongside my companion without fear. He seemed familiar to me, and the initial panic I’d felt was forgotten. I now turned to look ahead of me and saw for the first time our destination.

My heart started to pound as I looked up at a very shiny silver spaceship hovering up against the hillside. One side of it almost touched the steep terrain while the other was high up off the ground.

Now this was the mid to late 1950s, and I’d never seen a movie or TV show depicting a flying saucer, so this craft was fascinating for me to see. I’d seen planes flying overhead, and I’d been mesmerized by them moving through the sky, but this was different. It hung silently in the air without any support or wings. Glimmering in the sunlight, it hurt my eyes to look at it, and I squinted.

There were two more of the strange-looking little guys standing below it. Once again, I tried to look closely at their faces, and this time I was able to see two large black eyes. I was so spellbound by those big bug-like eyes that I really didn’t take in any of their other features.

My companion walked with me under the ship, and standing behind me, he placed his hands on my shoulders as together we were lifted up through the air into the craft. How, I never understood. We simply floated up in a blue light.

They took me high above the earth. This memory is one I’ve had my whole life. It’s a very strange thing, but I never questioned the reality of it, and yet if you would have asked me the next day or at any point during my childhood or early adult years if I’d ever seen a UFO or had an encounter, I would have answered No.

It was kept in a separate place in my mind. I don’t know how else to describe it. I was allowed to have this memory—they didn’t want it buried. Otherwise, it certainly would have been put deep within the recesses of my mind—just like all the other encounters. But this one was different. This one contained a message they didn’t want me to forget.

I remember very clearly standing with the grey alien I now refer to as Da. There were a few others there with us as we stood looking out a large window. We were in outer space. There was blackness all around us and brilliant specks of stars scattered like seeds everywhere. It was spectacular. We were looking down at the amazing blue marble they told me was the earth.

I was only eight years old, but I could appreciate the enormity of what I was seeing. I was speechless for some time, and we all stood together in reverent silence. I moved closer to a large picture window and pressed my face up against it as I looked out, up, and down. In every direction I peered, there was darkness and deep silence.

We seemed to not be moving. We were suspended in space, and I was awestruck by the magnitude of what I was witnessing. Then I turned to Da and asked why the sky was black. Was it now night time?

An explanation was given in terms a young child could understand, and then Da said he wanted to show me something. The ship suddenly dropped down close to the blue globe that was my home, and we hovered above the Pacific Ocean. I was very young and certainly had not studied much geography, but somehow I comprehended what I was looking at.

We were high enough that I could see about half of the continental USA. Suddenly a wall of water rose up out of the ocean and moved toward the western coast of America. It quickly engulfed the land. Huge, black, billowing smoke clouds rose up along a newly formed coastline and continued to pop up randomly, going deeper and deeper into the continent. The whole western shoreline was gone as were the cities that had been there just moments before. Some of the water receded, but much remained while the fires continued to spread quickly over the dry land. Soon the earth was shrouded in black smoke. My beautiful blue planet was gritty and black. The world was on fire.

I started to cry.

Was my family dead?

You did this! Why did you do this? I was angry and scared.

Was this spaceship now going to be my home? Would I never see my family again?

Da put his hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes as he spoke softly but firmly. This is the future. It hasn’t happened—yet. And it doesn’t have to happen, but it will if you humans don’t change your ways.

I returned his gaze and tried to comprehend what he had just told me. I didn’t understand what he meant by any of it.

Why show me this? Did he mean I was supposed to somehow change the course of events so this would not happen?

There was nothing I could do. It was outrageous to have put this on me. I felt angry and so helpless. It was too much. I was sobbing hard as I looked at him and tried to make him understand.

But I’m just a little girl. What am I supposed to do?

Keeping his hands on my shoulders while looking intensely into my eyes, he answered softly, It starts with one.

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We don’t live in a world of reality; we live in a world of perceptions.

Gerald J. Simmons

Chapter One:

Losing Normal

Decide to Undergo Hypnosis—Spring 1988

It was the spring of 1988 when I underwent hypnosis and finally filled in the blanks on a lifetime of partial memories. These memories, buried deep within the recesses of my mind, were of alien encounters. Prior to the regression, I’d been living the typical small town life of a 37-year-old working mother, wife, and co-owner of a small but successful real estate business in rural Wisconsin. I had absolutely no knowledge of the abduction experience. I knew, of course, that there were reports of UFO sightings from time to time, but I’d never read or heard anything about a person being taken aboard a craft by the occupants. I was more naïve about this kind of phenomenon than most, which is a fact I later came to know and understand.

That was the year I decided to undergo hypnosis in order to retrieve memories of a seemingly random act of aggression that had been inflicted on me by roadside workers—only the roadside workers turned out to be a race of extraterrestrials known as the Greys. That in itself was more than I felt capable of coming to terms with, but what made this whole episode in my life so terribly hard to deal with was the horrible realization that not only had I been abducted by aliens during that incident, but I’d also had multiple abductions throughout my entire life.

There had been an enormous amount of activity beginning at a very early age. These beings had been a constant in my life but had somehow been able to bury the memories and keep me from having any conscious recall of the incidents. That frightened me and caused me a great deal of anguish. This was a lot to try to cope with, but then it got worse—way worse. I began having abduction experiences even as I was trying to come to terms with the memories that were flooding into my awareness. Suddenly I was experiencing encounters with them, and while not having total conscious recall, I would retain just enough to know it was happening. They were showing up sometimes three and four times in one week but then would be gone for a week or two. This activity went on for about two years. This is the story of my life during that period of time and the sacred lessons I learned once I was able to move past my fear.

After I underwent hypnosis and awakened to the memory of my abduction, I walked around in a stupor, barely able to function. The people who did the investigation of my encounters had me evaluated by a psychologist who was doing a study on the UFO abduction phenomenon, and I awaited the results of this evaluation with much hope. I was absolutely certain I would be found insane. This evaluation was done soon after my hypnosis, and I still had not integrated these experiences into my reality. I simply could not accept that this could happen. The present day abductions had not yet started, and all I was dealing with at that time were the memories. I’d convinced myself that it was all a mistake, a psychological anomaly that would be explained away by the right doctor and the right diagnosis.

So I headed off to the meeting with my investigator and the psychologist with an uplifted heart, certain of what I was going to hear. I was prepared to start whatever treatment was recommended. I was dumbfounded and crushed when my investigator told me that the overall test results came out very well. He stated that if it were possible to cheat on this test, they would consider that a possibility, as the results were that good. He seemed very pleased to be telling me this. I stood there, fighting back tears and fear as I realized the implications of what he was saying.

Not knowing how to deal with my reaction, he led me over to the psychologist who’d done the evaluation