“Their faces looked as though they were combinations of many races, a mixture of coloring and features I had never seen before.
“The two beings peacefully walked toward me, sat down, and materialized a fire to warm us up in the cold night!”
As Vitko talked he was calm and matter-of-fact. No matter how many stories of this kind I heard I was always astonished, slightly suspicious, and yet somewhat envious because nothing like that had happened to me. Vitko said that at this point he looked into the fire, with the two space beings beside him, trying to give himself time to get sorted out. He said he wasn’t frightened and didn’t want to leave but was hardly able to credit what was happening. Then one of the beings spoke to Vitko in his own language. Vitko quoted the gist of what they said for Jenny, who translated to me.
“We sense in your cellular structure that you are rejecting us,” said the spokesman. “That is your right. But our greeting to you is ‘all for others.’”
Vitko didn’t know what he meant.
“We mean,” said the being, “that we want nothing for ourselves. That is our creed where we come from. We do everything for others.”
Suddenly the two beings touched something on their bodysuits, and Vitko saw them hanging in the air. Then they moved themselves around in various directions. He said it was like looking at James Bond. But they explained that when they reversed the positive ions in the atmosphere around their suits, they could control their movements by degravitating themselves.
Vitko said the two beings gave him a pyrotechnical display of degravitation and then came back to earth and sat beside the fire. Vitko said he was ready to believe he was going crazy, but his friend was comfortable and laughing because he was used to them.
As Vitko told me his story, I remembered the David character in my own book and screenplay—a composite of several people who had had their own space being contacts. How prevalent was this stuff? Was it true or did they simply want it to be true? Vitko flashed his color slides from a projector onto the white wall of my hotel room. I was fascinated by the pictures. I had seen so many like them. The craft (saucer-shaped) hung over the mountains above a power plant below. Were they real or somehow faked? And were there actually beings inside? So many people around the world were relating stories similar to this. What did it mean? Were they all making them up?
Vitko told me that the beings said they were from a star called Apu and had been visiting the Andes for centuries. They were legendarily known as “angels” because they could make rain (by manipulating the negative ions in the atmosphere) and they were very sought-after as healers.
“The Apunian angels,” said Vitko, “often landed their craft and called for the sick and maimed to come aboard. Each of their patients always returned to their homes cured.”
“How did they do it?” I asked. “Explain it to me.”
“Well,” said Vitko, “they said they disintegrated the diseased cells and then reintegrated them again with Divine energy. When they first learned to reduce the atom they learned how body atomic structure works too. They said we are all capable of doing this if we could understand and utilize the component parts of the atom, but that requires a knowledge of the Divine energy, the understanding of the physics of the soul, and a willingness to accept that each being in the cosmos is made up of that energy. He said if we feel hate or fear for ourselves or others, we will not be able to do it.”
This was the spiritual technology that I was hearing more and more about. It was as though we were on the threshold of understanding that the success of outer technology depended entirely on the success of understanding our inner technology. It felt as though we humans were spinning close to the center of our own energy transformation if we’d just allow ourselves to embrace the potential. We were in a metamorphosis because we had exhausted our old mode of consciousness. The winds of change were upon us; everybody could feel that. So why wouldn’t those winds bring higher and more aware beings to help us raise our own awareness of the infinite potential we possessed.
Some of the beings were in physical bodies, and came in craft of various kinds; and some were without physical bodies, such as those using mediums as instruments. In either case the message to us always seemed to be the same. We defined ourselves by our limitations and fears. We experienced poverty because we had not yet understood that we deserved abundance as a matter of right. And the creation of abundance was within our conscious and aware control, and could, if we really wanted it for everybody, be created. We created wars and killing and greed for ourselves because we were deeply afraid that otherwise we would be deprived: of sustenance, of freedom—of many things. The result of fearful consciousness was that most of our energies were channeled into destructive enterprises. The most amazing human truth of all was that killing and the destruction of life actually still existed as part of our human experience.
By this time in my life Vitko’s story of space teachers was not something I felt inclined to scoff at. In fact, more than ever I wished that his encounter had happened to me.
“The beings asked me if I would like to go aboard their craft,” Vitko went on. “So I did. To tell you the truth, I thought they were spies or something, so I was curious even though I was afraid.”
Vitko and his co-worker followed the two beings into the craft.
“I noticed,” he said, “that when they walked ahead of us, the grass didn’t bend under their weight. When I asked them why not, they said they would harm nothing on this gentle earth and took great pains to control their weightlessness.”
Vitko said the room he entered was round, with no angles. There were soft fat sofas to sit on.
“Immediately,” he went on, “I had a strange sensation of degravitation. My body had weight, but something inside of me felt lighter. Suddenly I saw that I was surrounded by screens. The two beings asked me if I wanted to see my life enacted in front of me. I didn’t know what they meant. Immediately, before my eyes on the screens surrounding me, I saw the story of my life. I saw everything. My birth, my childhood, scenes that I remembered that affected me deeply. It was incredible. I saw myself acting out events that had actually occurred in my life. In fact, everything I thought showed on the screen as well. I was watching my life in emotional Three-D.”
Vitko stopped talking and turned to me.
“I found it very disturbing,” he said. “I didn’t understand anything. So I was sure they were sophisticated communist spies. I went to the police. I told the sergeant what had happened: everything, along with my deduction that the craft carried enemy spies. The sergeant said I was crazy and should seek psychiatric help. I knew I would have to pursue it alone after that.”
Vitko then outlined how his life became a series of encounters.
In the next year he had several more visitations. On June 4, 1960, he was hiking alone in the Sierras when the craft landed again. He was afraid because he knew he had reported them to the police. But they were not upset at all.
“You must pursue your truth however you wish,” they said.
And the same two beings invited him in. There were books, magazines, flower petals, herbs, and various other paraphernalia of human life, along with a cap made of rabbit fur. One of the beings held the cap up and, while shaking his head sadly, said, “You still take the life of another being.” Vitko said he felt so embarrassed and sat back on one of the fat sofas. The screens went on again. This time he saw a retrospective of the natural earth changes that had occurred in that part of the world. He said he saw the formation of the Andes Mountains plus the construction of the original city of Cuzco. The city was built by the people of Apu and the construction was accomplished with degravitational techniques to lift the monstrous stones. The original design of the city was patterned after a flying butterfly. There were no angles.
Then he saw Cuzco destroyed by a cataclysm—a cataclysm that also destroyed and re-formed part of the Andes. It disturbed and affected the atmosphere in space so much that extrater
restrial craft had difficulty landing.
By now Vitko was afraid that what he had seen was real. He left the craft.
Two months later, on August 21, 1960, he encountered the craft again. They invited him in, and the beings discussed their past incarnations. One of them had had 504. They discussed the family unit on Apu and revealed that there really was no such thing. A child was born into the family of the ALL; all loved and nurtured equally. There was no feeling of proprietorship. The discussion of the family led to a problem that Vitko was having with his daughter.
“You are possessive of your daughter,” the beings gently chided him. “You have the right to those thoughts and feelings, but it would be better for you to share the love of all beings—that is your noble mission of birth.”
Vitko left the craft resolved to improve his relationship with his family.
The next encounter stunned him. On the screens he was shown the beautiful mountain city of Yungay. It was his favorite place. Immediately afterward he was shown the destruction of Yungay which would occur ten years later. The beings revealed the future destruction to Vitko so that he could exercise his free will by going to the authorities to plead for evacuating the city of 20,000 to another location. The mayor-judge in charge accused Vitko of being an extreme alarmist and again he was recommended to a psychiatrist. Vitko said he left the mayor’s office and walked alone until he encountered one of his being friends who reassured him: “You have done your part. But ridicule is difficult to bear, is it not?”
On another occasion he entered the craft with three mountain women. Each was shown some of their past-life incarnations on the screens.
“We show you what you need to understand,” said the beings. “What you already understand is not necessary.”
On still another contact he met a woman who had been born here on earth and taken to Apu to learn her own internal power. She said that within one year’s education on Apu she was using mental powers she had never been aware of possessing. She elected to remain with the Apunians.
During a visit to a town that was suffering from drought, he was told that the inhabitants said prayers for the craft to come. It did. It hovered in the sky manipulating the positive ions in the atmosphere. When vibrating at different speeds, the positive ions caused clouds to form which then created rain. The town was drenched in a much-needed storm.
Vitko told me story after story of his encounters with the space beings. And basically they were trying to teach him that all of mankind and each individual within it was a masterpiece of spiritual potential; that the Earth was a learning center where spirit could interact with matter; that our physical world was only a result of consciousness intention and by changing our consciousness we could change the world. They said that beyond the physical spectrum of our Earth, there were companion intelligence systems of nonphysical guides, as well as physical guides, who continually interact with us and with every life form on Earth whether we are aware of them or not. They all hold the spiritual intention of our Earth in their consciousness, because we are all brothers and sisters of the cosmos. Many of our forefathers were their forefathers, so they are karmically intertwined with the human race.
Vitko said they told him that whenever we treat any form of life carelessly it is because we don’t recognize it as a part of ourselves. They said the flow of conscious energy among all levels of life on our planet was instantaneous; that there was no life form, however small or large, that did not feel the impact in some way of every thought emanating from human consciousness. So as long as we remained unaware of the power we had, we would abuse it unconsciously—to our own disadvantage and possibly to our own destruction.
Everything destructive occurring on our planet flowed from spiritual ignorance—ignorance of the fact that we interact with all living kingdoms. They said that the purpose of the space beings and the nonphysical beings was to help us expand our conscious awareness so that we could radiate from within on a level that was more in keeping with our power and spiritual expression in the human experience.
Over a period of a few days I learned a great deal from Vitko and his related experiences. Whether they were “real” or not seemed irrelevant to me. The message was clear, a spiritual shift in consciousness would benefit humankind.
When Simo and I said goodbye to Vitko, I felt that I should travel to the mountain city of Huarás, where he had been, high in the Cordillera Blanca mountain range. He mapped out where we should go and wished us good luck.
One thing was becoming crystal-clear. Understanding the dimension of outer space which we longed to know would be accomplished in direct ratio to our understanding of our own inner space.
Chapter 25
At 5:30 the following morning Simo and I piled into a van with a woman who, I knew, lived in and ran a government-operated hotel just outside of Huarás. Her name was Suzie. She was German and had married a Peruvian man twenty years her junior. By all reports she was radiantly happy, even though most of her family disapproved.
When I called Suzie (recommended by another friend), she said she had known I was going to call her. She had read Out on a Limb the previous Christmas and “knew” she would meet me within a year. There we were, traveling over the isolated desert highways outside of Lima on our way to the Cordillera Blanca, high in the Andes at 22,205 feet.
My easy breathing at sea level was not to last past two hours out of Lima—not that much of a loss anyway because of the pollution.
On the six-hour drive the terrain shifted almost mathematically according to the change in altitude. The lower mountains were sandy, dry, and barren, almost as though a nuclear blast from long ago still stood as a testament of destruction. With each ascending mile the surroundings became more lush and green; the vista more extraordinary in its beauty the higher we climbed.
The mountain road was narrow as it wound its way upward toward the high Andes. Our van seemed to shrink whenever we encountered a vehicle coming from the opposite direction.
We passed mud ruins, potato farms, fields of sugar cane, open acres of cactus, herds of sheep and cattle. And always the life I saw seemed to drift along inside isolated bubbles of casual time all its own. Goal-oriented priorities were laughable to the languid mountain people. A peasant ambled alongside his cow all day long, unconcerned whether he would make it to the market that day or another day.
Women with water vases on their heads walked five miles to the Santa River for their family’s water, only to walk another ten to trade a goat for produce. Linear time didn’t exist for them. All was now. You could see it in their attitude: peaceful, unassuming, and unaware of difficulty.
The red pepper trees swayed in the blue sunlight alongside mountain ridges. Yet fields of yellow broom reminded one of Scotland.
When we arrived late in the afternoon at Suzie’s mountain hotel in Monterrey we were tired and exhilarated—and I knew I was just exactly where I was supposed to be. I looked out over the vista below me. Curls of smoke spiraled above mountain huts, the snow-covered Cordillera beckoned in the distance, and the high-altitude stars which I knew to be ridiculously large were waiting to come out and greet us.
Why was I there?
I couldn’t really answer that myself. I just knew something was going to happen to me and that I should be there to let it.
Suzie gave Simo one small guesthouse. I had another. Suzie and her husband, Jorge, lived in the third.
Jorge was a pleasant young man with dark hair and black pools for eyes, contrasting with Suzie’s blond blue-eyed bovineness. They seemed very happy and were swift to understand that I basically wanted to be left alone.
So after unpacking I made my way to the thermal bathhouse, which was a welcome relaxer and I allowed myself to do nothing but simply be.
Dinner with the four of us in Suzie’s small guesthouse was fresh tomatoes and onions, omelets, and homemade bread. In that altitude a sparse diet is the best. We talked about metaphysics and synchronicity in human lives.
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“You can feel when things are meant to be,” said Suzie. “You are meant to be here.”
She and her husband had seen many spacecraft and of course had heard the stories the mountain peasants told of learning from the occupants of the craft. Suzie said she and her husband had a friend who was a close friend of President Alan Garcia. They said Garcia was a student of metaphysics also and in fact was a Mason; which degree of the Masonic lodge she didn’t know.
Sometime that evening after going to bed I began to ruminate on why my spiritual consciousness-raising had begun in Peru. I had been somewhat interested in spiritual matters prior to my trip to this mountainous country, but it was the energy of the Andes that had inspired and moved me in ways that the Himalayas never had.
I remembered again that the Andes were supposed to represent the feminine vibration on the planet earth, and the Himalayas the masculine. Since the feminine vibration was what was finally coming into its own to balance the planet’s preparation for the New Age, perhaps I had simply felt the flow of an energy that coincided with my own.
And now it felt as though I was in the Andes again to realize something more than I ever had before, so that I could integrate it into my daily life. And it had something to do with Gerry. In exactly what way I was not certain.
As I tossed about attempting to sleep, the altitude began to get me again; a rumbling nausea accompanied not only by a dizzying headache, but something else. I had the decided feeling that something or someone was trying to communicate with me. I got up and walked around. I lay down and tossed and turned some more. I wouldn’t allow myself to relax and receive whatever it was that was trying to reach me.
My night did not go well. But that was for the best, too, because it simply lowered my resistance for what was to occur the following day.
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