By: Jason Adam Friend
In 2007 I was working with my father running a bicycle shop in West Hills, CA that was our family business. I had gone down the street to the Rite Aid to grab a pack of pens for the office. Before I entered the Rite Aid I noticed half a dozen flashing points of light behaving most unconventionally several hundred feet above the parking lot outside the store. I watched these objects for several minutes. By this time such occurrences were happening multiple times a week and often multiple times per day. Difficult for many to believe, these types of activities which society considers extraordinary and rare were becoming routine, redundant and a normal part of my reality day to day. The novelty was beginning to wear off. This I always felt would certainly lead to a new phase. I was a bit short on patience because I felt they were not showing me who they were as I had hoped. So with that, I walked into the Rite Aid and my world once again changed forever.
There was a tall blonde woman in the Rite Aid. She was holding the hand of a young girl who seemed based on stature to be about ten to twelve years old. When I first saw them they were in the aisle where the store kept all the Hallmark cards. As I passed on my way to the office supply aisle something seemed out of place. It was the way this woman was showing this little girl the card aisle as if she had never seen such a thing or even been into a store before. Although I picked up this distinct impression, I brushed it off and continued to find the pens I needed.
I grabbed the pens, exited the aisle and there they were. This woman and this little girl were standing there waiting. It was the strangest thing. The adult woman’s posture in holding this little girl’s hand was as if she was presenting this little girl to me. Nothing was spoken. Time seemed to stand still. Suddenly and most gently there was a distinct undeniable telepathic exchange underway. I instantly snapped into this mental space of profound love, deep care, respect and knowing. I was receiving telepathically the ground rules of engagement from the blonde woman. The blonde woman was perfectly calm and loving as she seemed to be deeply tapped into monitoring my thoughts and emotions.
The girl was wearing some sort of loose fitting white jumpsuit and khaki fisherman’s hat, which hung low over her brow. As we made eye contact I could now see the child’s face for the first time. Her eyes were enormous, slanted a bit, electric or neon blue in color with no whites of the eyes. This might have produced an outward expression of terrific surprise on my part if it weren’t for the fact that these eyes were so tremendously beautiful, outright otherworldly and dare I say hypnotic. I was clearly in this altered state. Her head seemed to be larger than normal and while she was wearing a hat I did not detect any hair. Her nose, mouth, jaw and chin were quite small. I don’t recall looking at her hands. I was too focused on the eye contact and the telepathic exchange.
The blonde woman communicated telepathically in a most loving, relaxed and reassured way there was no need to come closer, not to make physical contact, not to make any sudden movements and not to introduce myself as these things were not necessary or preferred by the blonde woman and perhaps likely somehow not in the best interest of the child for whatever reasons medical and/or psychological. You don’t just walk up to a kid in a store and ask them if they are an alien right in front of their parent. The physical setting for this event automatically restricted my behavior to conventional social boundaries of acceptable human social behavior in public. So too I undoubtedly understood the need for some great measure of cosmic tact. One tends to want to be on their best behavior in such situations anyway. I had no intention of overstepping my bounds. Things were peachy enough from where I stood. Why push it? They seemed to trust me and I was in no position to do the slightest thing to damage that trust. They both seemed to know exactly who I was and what they were doing. So, you roll with it.
As I was basking in a conscious space of profound calm, love and respect, the next communication from the blonde woman came into my mind. I was told that the little girl was FROM ME but that WE take care of her. Simultaneously, there was a profound telepathic emotional exchange between this beautiful (yet distinctly not fully human) little girl and me. It can’t be described linguistically. It was a knowing – a mutual acknowledgement and a mutual conveyance of love, respect and oddly enough, mutual relief. This little girl is my daughter, I thought, as they both smiled in silent acknowledgement.
Suddenly I realized where I was and I looked around to see if anyone else in the store was observing this. When I looked back toward the woman and the little girl, they were gone. I walked briskly around the store looking for them and found nothing. I walked up to the checkout counter to pay for the pens and I asked the one checker at the front of the store if she had seen the blonde woman and the little girl with the hat who just left. The store employee hadn’t the slightest clue about whom I was referring to. She said she had not seen anyone fitting that description and she had been standing at the front of the store in front of her cash register the whole time. I accepted her testimony with wide eyes, paid for my pens and walked out. I was just in time to see the half dozen objects in the sky converge, rapidly gain altitude and cease to be visible.
My experiences and contacts continued through the next couple of years. I was taking courses online with the Exopolitics Institute. I still may be the youngest person in the U.S. or the world to achieve a degree of certificate from the Exopolitics Institute. I went to a few International UFO Congress events and other conferences. These are great places to realize you are not alone. It was also a great place to see people alter physical objects with their minds, spoons, electronic gambling machines, etc. This was really mind-blowing. I got to know many of the top people in the research community and needless to say, these were incredible experiences I will always cherish. For those who have sat and spoken at length with great men like Bob Dean, Col. Wendelle Stevens and Jordan Maxwell, etc. then you know what I am talking about.
I have always felt as though I was thrust into the heart of the matter by intelligences far beyond our selves. I was an experiencer. Now I had become a serious student of the matter. I was now a knower. I felt it all came with responsibilities to do my small part in contributing to the public education and activism related to disclosure of ET issues. Belief was long gone, never to return.