There is a wanderer story on your page called, "I have been seeking a specific group of people". She seems to be open to E.Mail but the address has been left off. I would like to contact her. I have had many experiences with the "others" as well as experiences and "knowings" on my own.

I am a person adjusted and content. I am not "searching for enlightenment" it doesn't seem to make sense to me that I would leave The All That Is simply to wander around suffering trying to find my way back. I am not here to "save" or "teach others" as the answers are inside them already. My life is my blackboard. I do not really care about govornment conspiricies or "finding the answers", it seems to me that they will come when needed as long as I am willing to accept them. Although I do love speculation. I may be a wanderer or star child. I may be crazy and in desperate need of some prozac. You can decide for yourself...

At times I have been terrified in the night by my Friends (as I call them). I have "woken up" in the process of walking from one end of a shipwhere there was a group of dazed people to the other end of the ship to get my Friends so we could "work" with these people. It is weird to go to sleep in your comfy safe bed replete with cat and electric blanket only to wake up in the middle of a totally foreign enviroment on your way to go get "aliens" as if you were getting a cup of coffee. I have only experienced terror similiarly when I was a kid, the utterly animalistic terror that feels like a fist full of vinegar moving in a wave up the core of your body to explode in your head shredding rational thought. At that moment the voice of one of my Friends spoke to my mind saying, "Just let it go through you Daniel". I took the advice and let the terror wash through me. I woke up the next morning with the memory and a blankness where there should have been more. How did I get home? When did I get on? Who were those dazed looking people? Why was I acting like a tour guide? Why did I seem to know what I was doing? How did I know I was on a small transport ship? Blah, blah, blah, the questions were endless.

In my typically analylitical fashion I proceeded to draw conclusions. A: Some part of me is working with these "alien" beings and apparently has been doing so for some time. B: This part of me is able to "take controll" of "my" body and use it for reasons unknown to me and keep this knowledge from screwing my head so bad that I would be peeing my pants in a padded cell. Somehow this seems to a good thing. C: There are "aliens" doing something with people and they have technology that makes ours looks like Leggo blocks. Therefore they do not want to invade, enslave, torture, or use us for live stock. If that were the case they would have done so and in much more simpler fashion then what is happening. So what is happening?

I believe in reincarnation due to remembering a life prievious to this one ever since I was a child (another story for another time). I believe that this life is only one in a tapestry of many. I am a being that has had other bodies and don't remember it. Some part of me must remember it. Some part of me must have learned from these lives and made a body and personality called Daniel for some reason Daniel can't recall or fathome. Is this the part of me that takes my body and uses it to work with these "aliens". Are they "aliens" or are they other people who have put on these weird bodies like I put on a pair of jeans? Are these "aliens" really us in different bodies created to do work that can't be done in a body like mine?

In his book, Communion" Whitley Strieber mentions an experience of an alien lifting a hatch in a ship wall revealing hundreds of alien bodies all aparently dead, then laughing as if it were a big joke. Maybe the bodies weren't dead but empty. Maybe I put one on once in a while to do some grunt work. Maybe we all do, maybe only some of us do. As you may have guessed I tend to speculate alot. "Religions say they have all the answers. Metaphysics askes only questions, but ahhh such questions!"-Heinline

This gives you some idea how I think. I have had other experiences and have few answers. One night my roomate woke up to see a 4 ft figure dressed in a hooded monks robe with covered hands talking to me as I slept. I was speaking both ends of the conversation with my mouth. I have met people that I know and that know me but we can't say from where. I have seen lights flooding my room at night on the 3rd story of a building. I woke up thought, "there they go" and rolled back over to sleep. I have woken up with two of my Friends in back of my bed dressed in those robes again as an "aliens" face (somehow I knew it was a projection of on of them that couldn't be there in person) was telling me he was there to answer my questions. Rather than being scared poopless as I should have been I proceede to ask questions and drift off to sleep as I did so (annoying to say the least!).

There are other experiences. I try to keep an open mind, an open heart and some semblance of sanity as this all unfolds. My roomate and I laughed our heads off when I related what had happened the night I woke up in mid-stride on the ship and freaked out. Her comment on it was, "What were those poor people thinking. Could you imagine there account of what happened!?, "Well our tour guide was telling us it was all O.K. and not to be scared. Then he started to walk across the ship to get his Friends and started screaming and freakin' out.". Her commentary, said in a Teen Surfer accent, made me giggle for days.

Thank you for your time. My sense of humor has kept me if not sane at least able to cope.

Daniel Layer tantrix@earthlink.net