Whitley’s Journal (Page 74)

Ever since I realized that something strange had happened to me on December 26, 1985, I have held the question open of what that might have been. In Communion, I was careful to preserve this question throughout the book, and I have always stayed loyal to this question, no matter how much pressure I have been under to resolve it in one way or another.

However, I have also always believed that it is essential not to cling to questions after they have been answered, and this one has been answered. I know what happened to me on that night, and I know, if not who did it, then certainly who did not. I also know that the United States government is actively engaged in a process of debunking the truth about the situation, and the ?why? of that.
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I have recently had a very complicated and, to me, interesting series of events happen in my life that, I believe, relate to something that has been happening to me since I was a child, and which drew me back to San Antonio in the first place.

I would characterize this as a period of heightened awareness, or contact with other levels of reality. Some of it has been really beneficial. For example, about a week after the sequence of experiences was initiated, I woke up one night to find a person standing in our bedroom. After an initial moment of terror, I had the powerful impression that this was Anne?s mother. As she died when Anne was seven, I?ve never met her. She said three words to me: ?Mustang, 1966, fire.? Then she disappeared.
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At this moment on this website there are two of the most extraordinary interviews I have ever done. The first is with an abuctee, ?Cynthia,? on Dreamland. The second is with a particle physicist, Beatriz Gato-Rivera, who speculates as brilliantly about the ?alien problem? as any scientist ever has.
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This journal entry is going to confuse people who see good and evil in terms of black and white, and who think that I am either a “believer” that the visitors are good or a “believer” that they are bad. I am not a believer, I’m a dancer, in the sense meant in the Tarot. Those of you who have not read my book the Path may not understand what I mean, but read below. At the end of this journal entry, I have included the material from the Path about the Dancer.
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