Dear Jody,
Hi! I actually got something written up for you. Scott told me you were Soren in his book. Nice to meet you.
[Page Author Jody's Note: 'Soren's' account was fictionalized and dramatized by Scott, and only somewhat resembles my own experience, background and path]
Please feel free to edit or shorten or whatever. It's about 2 typed pages long and is a VERY brief overview. Very basic. If you would please forward to Carla, I would appreciate it as I have had very little time to "play" on my computer here at work recently. I have included my e-mail address so I guess go ahead and include it for now. A friend that I write to who also has a pre-birth memory on the web had begun to get some wierd mail and had his e-mail address removed after a time, so I guess I'm a little leary. But then, if he hadn't had it on there at the time I discovered his page, I would never have gotten to know him and he has been such a great help to me. Who knows. Maybe I can be as much help to someone else.
Thanks so much, Jody. Let me know if you need anything else or if I can ever be of help in anyway.
Take Care, kathy floyd
I am a 35-year-old business woman from Indiana and I am undeniably a Wanderer, even though I had never heard the term used until September of 1996. My pleas with the heavens to find me SOMEONE to talk to who understood me came through at that time with the "chance" finding of an article in a UFO magazine interviewing Dr. Scott Mandelker about himself and his book, From Elsewhere: Being ET In America. I entered into counseling with him shortly thereafter.
My first memory is actually pre-birth. This could get rather lengthy and complicated so I'll try to be brief and try to find the words to describe something that is really indescribable within the confines of the human language today. This "memory/experience" is still as vivid today as it was when it happened. It shapes and molds who I am and everything I believe in. It still continues to be more real to me to this day than the actual physical world is around me. My first remembered awareness was in space, just above this beautiful vivid blue planet we call earth. Above me was a metallic silver ship, which may or may not have been symbolic. I referred to it as a "silver cloud" when I was describing it to my father as a 4-year-old child. I was also aware of a being who had accompanied me (probably to make sure I followed through) inside of that "silver cloud" but at that point I had been left to myself. I had full awareness and I was still me, still unique in some way, but I was without body or form and I could see in all directions at the same time. I was a part of everything and everything was a part of me. When I remember looking into the vastness of space, it was as if I was looking at everything and nothing, all at the same time. Although I was left to myself to contemplate my new life (dilemma it felt more like) I was very much aware of the power, unity and knowledge that I was a part of. That everything that had life or energy was all part of THE ONE. That although I didn't "know everything" all I had to do was to form the question and the knowledge that had been learned or experienced would be shared with me. But first I had to evolve enough to ask the right questions.
Suddenly, I began to come together. It felt like trillions of tiny bubbles from the far reaches of space around me began rushing towards my being from all given directions. As if in each of the bubbles, a microscopic portion of some tangible piece of space came together and became each and every living cell in my body. It was as if my body itself contained it's own smaller universe in which in turn, I was a cell to a much larger body of this universe and of the Creator. It is because of this memory that I have always felt that we are all a part of God. That as we evolve, so does the Creator.
I floated there beneath the "silver cloud" adjusting to this new contained form. I remember making note of the fact that I could no longer see all around me and I pushed my hands against my thighs to "test" the solidness of this new form. I remember reassuring myself at this point thinking, ^ŅIt's O.K. This is just different. A different form of being. It's O.K.'
I turned my head to my left and looked past my shoulder below me at this planet, brilliantly blue against the inky blackness of space. I was not overjoyed, however. In fact, if I may be blunt, I really DID NOT want to come here. I knew that I had actually "volunteered" to come here, but I also remember feeling as if I really had no choice. There was an incredible sense of duty and obligation within me. Then I began to descend toward the planet.
My next memory was at the age of two when I first heard my "Guardian Angel". I was most the way up our basement steps with my pup in hands when a deep male voice said quite audibly in my right ear, "Put the puppy down. You're going to fall."
I remember turning around and pondering where on earth that voice came from. I didn't listen though and yes, I ended up at the bottom of the stairs. I have heard that same voice at various times throughout my life giving warning (although I was 16 before I realized it was time I started to listen) and he has NEVER been wrong.
As a child I used to lie in the yard at night, searching the stars for something familiar. Other times I would stomp my feet very angrily and yell to the sky, "Why can't you come with me?!" or "Tell me why I came here again!" I would look at my parents and think, 'Who ARE you people!' and I would watch the world around me in awe trying to contemplate how people could do and be the way they were if they remembered "The Source" such as I did. I would take my little elementary school friends out on the hill at nights and talk about the vastness of life throughout the universe and nearly got my mouth washed out with soap when I determinedly explained to my grandparents at the ripe old age of five or six that the Bible was not entirely correct and that there was really no point in me studying it. When they first told me about Jesus, I asked, "Where is he from?" but they obviously never understood my question. As the world became a more frightening place and the more I realized I wasn't like others around me, the more I spent my time alone with my imaginary friends.
My life has been filled with "unexplained" things such as out-of-body experience, remote viewing, occasional clairvoyance, vivid dreams with white robed beings and even a couple of UFO sightings.
But through it all, the most marked thing in my life has been the unexplainable and unshakeable loneliness that never entirely disappears. Even though most of the world would never know it to meet me, the power of alienation and the fear of mankind can be so overwhelming at times I want to crawl in a hole and hide for the rest of this lifetime and make a promise to myself that I will never "volunteer" again!
Since counseling with Dr. Mandelker, I have finally learned to relax in the knowledge that I am not alone. After learning where to look and finding websites on the Internet like Jody Boyne's home page, I am not only discovering that I am not alone, but that I actually fit pretty neatly into the Wanderer's profile. I am also grateful to have found a dear and insightful man with whom I correspond who also shares a pre-birth memory. The differences in our pre-birth memories are radical (his is extremely elaborate with fine detail and hoards of information being given to him, where mine is left quite simply) yet the outcome of how we interpreted the experience and how it so profoundly effects how we think and feel is uncanny.
A little over 6 months ago, I was still pouring out my grief and loneliness to the night skies. I will be eternally grateful for either the fact that the time was right or God simply got tired of listening to me, because now I know for a fact that much of the family that I have been searching the heavens for is actually here on earth with me.