Imagine a situation where there has been a disagreement of some type. One person gets angry at another. The other person gets angry back. The first person gets more angry. In turn, then other person gets even more angry. When does the cycle break? So many times, it never does. Even if one of the people kills the other one, the cycle continues. Anger still builds. The surviving family and friends of the dead person are angry. They are sad, grieving. The person who killed the person with whom he was having the disagreement now has even more to be upset / angry about: he has to worry about the police catching up with him; he has to come to terms with his act. People may want revenge: he has to worry about that as well.

The only way this cycle can be broken is when someone, somewhere, steps up and says “Enough is enough” and sincerely forgives the person(s) s/he is/are angry at. This has nothing to do with any religion, but it does concern spirituality. If just one person steps up to the plate and forgives another, the cycle of violence can be broken….

…Imagine now, the same situation I described above, with two people beefing with one another. One of them steps up and says, “Fuck this shit. Why are we beefing over this shit? I’m not going to get any more angry at you.” Then that person simply walks away. Refuses to escalate the anger and hatred. If more of us would approach situations like this, willing to let go and forgive others for anything, a whole lot of interpersonal violence would end. But you have to understand that it is NOT weak or pussified to forgive and forget. And if others call you a pussy or whatever for failing to fight anger with anger, well, fuck ‘em! Does it really matter to you what others think/say about you? All it takes is ONE person to stand up; set the example; one person to set the standard for others to attain to….if just one person would forgive and let go instead of escalating beef with others….there would be others who would follow that example….

….just some thoughts for today….let me know what you all think….

—- “Yeah you gonna take my chain. You took every part of me you could see. You took all of me that you could be. But one day you gonna see just how mad I can be. You stole my life from me, mothafucka. You took me away from my baby. You took me away from me. You don’t know who I could be. You don’t know who I now see. You took my life away from me. Shame is gonna get you, mothafucka…shame, shame shame, its gonna pour down like rain. Nothin’s ever gonna take away your pain. And mine. I see who you are, mothafucka. You can’t hide from me. The truth someday you will see.

You careless, mothafucka. Careless as can be. They’re gonna catch up with the weed. You can’t hide it from me. Man, I can’t believe you took my life away from me. Over some trees. Over something I would have just given you. You killed me over some weed. Mothafucka, you’ve definitely sown the seeds…you’ve sown the seeds of greed…all of that I definitely can see…

…guess I’m speaking poetically – that’s something else you will never be… all your rap dreams…you’ve just thrown away….You threw away the start of your new day. You betrayed me, mothafucka…you hated on me…you shit on me…and I was just too blind to really see how greedy, how self-centered, how worthless you really be…I know now who’s my real friends…who’s fake….you’ve pretty much just gone and drowned yourself your dreams in the lake….burned up in the lake of fire…of desire…got out of control…you’re gonna be alone just growing old….

Whoever smoked that weed is tainted with the shame, and the pain…some of you thought weed was more important than my life…you’ve been tainted forever… —- “

Last week this spirit named Lamoan kept on coming through to me. I was seeing him on and off all day last Wednesday. When I see a spirit coming through like that, I know they really want to come through and speak to their loved ones about something. Me & Jeremy added Moan to our ever-growing list, but it wasn’t until Sunday night that we got a chance to film the video with Moan coming through to talk. The video started with this lady named Sandra from Richmond, who came through – she wanted to give a shout-out to her “boo”…she said he will know who he is when he comes across the video. After her, this young Hispanic brother from South Central L.A came through. He was a gangbanger, a Crip. He said he wanted to show his respect to us for what we do. He had a hard life. I felt that, for him, death was almost a relief, that he finally could be at peace with himself for the first time in his life. After the young banger, an older black man who was a bartender popped through for just a minute to see what we were doing. And after that, Moan came through.

Moan was from Richmond. He was murdered in Southside in 2008 I believe. I’m about to upload the video here, but I’ll write a couple things about him here. Basically Moan was talking to his cousin Javon mainly…he was saying over and over to Javon to not trip anymore on Moan’s funeral. Moan told us his cuz was tripping really bad every time he thought about what happened at his funeral. Moan was telling his cousin to “celebrate for me, drink for me, smoke for me, party for me…don’t trip anymore at all…this world is better…I’m OK now…I’m happy now…”

Last night I was sitting there with Jeremy talking, and it seemed like every young murder victim from Richmond was coming through to us. They weren’t angry or anything at what happened – they just wanted to say hello to us and wanted us to acknowledge them too, which we did, of course. A whole lot of them also want to come through to speak to their friends and families. Jeremy and I will do the videos soon.

To Justin — your cuz Rashad is OK now…he crossed over to the Other Side without any problem or delay, and he is working on getting adjusted to his new life in the Spirit World. Jeremy & I saw him come through the other night. And if any of you know those two dudes Jeremy & Shawn from Petersburg who got shot recently while out clubbing downtown: both of them are OK now. They have come through to Jeremy and I several times, sometimes individually, sometimes together. We did not know these young brothers in the physical world, but we can feel the strong bond of love and friendship formed between them each and every time they come through from spirit. Jeremy wanted us to say to his friends/family that he isn’t going to stop riding bikes. That must be something that his people will understand. We filmed a video of Jeremy coming through the other week, a couple days after he crossed over. At that point, he was very jumpy and nervous still due to the circumstances of his death. He is a lot more at peace with himself now; I can feel the difference in his energy output: compared to late April, his vibe is totally different, much more joyful and loving and positive. He is happy to be reunited with Rashawn; I can tell you with 100% certainty that they are so very, very happy to be together again….as an empathic medium & intuitive, I can feel that emotion within me almost as if I was them. I know that this does not bring them back, or change the horrible ways in which they passed, but we hope that you may find at least a little peace in this knowledge, that you all’s family & friends who have crossed are so very joyful and happy in their new existences…

Jeremy & I will be doing frequent posts here and on Diary of a Psychic Medium (our blog) and on Facebook & Youtube about violent death. As unpleasant a subject as it can be, we feel it is both necessary and caring to mention such things. So, so many young people have been murdered in Richmond this year. I want to speak out on the spiritual aspects of violent death, and hopefully clear up some misconceptions about it.

For both me and Jeremy, it is hard to even read or watch the news without our spiritual minds activating and us performing spiritual actions. For example, when I am reading the Richmond Times-Dispatch website, and I come across a story about a violent death, I tend to say hello to the spirit(s) involved, and I check to see if they crossed through the portal to the Other Side alright. Sometimes when people die, and they see the doorway or portal leading to the Other Side, they refuse it; often they believe they have lived a “less than perfect” life and are scared that they will be judged and thrown in some “hell” if they go through the portal; or they can’t come to terms with their own death yet, and turn away from the gateway. Either way, we often see lost souls who are in what I call “self-imposed exile” dimensions due to fear, anger, or both. We have the ability to cross them over, and we can and do help lost, tortured spirits get to where they always deserved to be in the first place, but were too frightened to go there at first. Back to the news thing: I especially like to help murder and suicide spirits because I can imagine how torturous it would be to be there, watching and feeling every single emotions people are feeling inside, and outside themselves, seeing my friends and family grieve over my “death”. And trying to talk to them, trying to comfort them, but never getting a response, because most people cannot hear or see me. These guys often go through this. So Jeremy & I are there for them, when they need to get away from all the grief, all the emotion, all the pain. We can hear and see them, and we are not upset and grieving for anyone. And we gladly help them contact their friends and family to close out unfinished business if they would like us to. And sometimes we help THEM grieve and express their own anger.

I frequently assist lost spirits in crossing over to the Other Side. Some of them are what some people call ghosts – and others are in a dimension just outside of this one here – but have not crossed over all the way to the Spirit World itself due to anger, or fear of “hell” and damnation or a furious, jealous, punishing “God” – which by the way, does not exist. I see a lot of suicides that get stuck in these self-imposed exile dimensions – often due to regret at taking their own lives. Understand this: there is nothing inherently “wrong” with suicide – I do not recommend it, obviously, but there is no angry deity waiting to throw you in some “hell” if you do decide to kill yourself. I will write more about suicide soon, and post it here on FB. That is a complicated subject, and will take more time and space to explain than I have right now.

Sometimes I read newspaper articles about murders and suicides, and I go ahead and check to see if the spirits involved are OK, and have crossed over to the Other Side all right. When a spirit has not crossed over, I see them surrounded with darkness, in a shadowy place, and often I feel unresolved sadness and/or anger, etc coming from them. Some of them are instantly ready to go – these are ones that have heard about Jeremy and I and what we can do, and found us. Others are ones that we found on our own; some of them are still scared and occasionally hostile.

What I do is, when I come across a lost soul, I pop myself into their dimension to be with them. All I have to do, is send myself into their dimension, just by thinking it, and knowing it to be so without ANY doubt. It’s like watching a video in my mind. I see another me appear with the spirit(s) who are lost. I speak with them, send them loving, compassionate vibes. I let them know that there is nothing to be afraid of, that they and I have found one another for a reason, and that I will not lie to them. I pop open the portal to the Spirit World with my thought. It blows open the second I command it to and blazing bright cleat blue-white light is always shining out of it. I put my arm around the spirit’s shoulders when they are ready, and I walk them through the portal. The sky there is usually dark purple and there is always a group of about 10-20 healer spirits waiting to send indigo-colored clear light into the spirit to cleanse them of negative energies. I tell the spirit to let the healers circle around him, and I usually join in the healing circle myself . We circle around the spirit, raise our hands, and radiate the clear indigo-purple colored beams of light out of our palms and fingertips into the spirit. It takes about 10-15 seconds to heal them. When we are done, I close the portal (again with my mind), tell the spirit that I am always there for them if they need me for anything, and I pull back my spirit body into my physical body. Crossing over a spirit only takes a minute or so, on average. The gratitude from the spirits is so intense, so beautiful; it is a wonderful feeling. They feel so good to be out of those exile dimensions, and to be back where they always had deserved to be in the first place. No matter what a spirit did in their last life, they are forgiven and feel happy again and loving and relaxed, finally. They always have a huge smile on their faces after being healed. I can feel their loving energies going into me. The love is my reward for taking care of these spirits.

One crossing-over I remember well happened in late January 2010. I was walking down the street in Highland Springs with Christy’s 8 year-old son Christian, talking with him about the Spirit World and spirituality, when all of a sudden this young black dude popped through – he was moderately-complected, tall, skinny, with a bluish-black hat on. He was sobbing inconsolably, tears were pouring down his cheeks. He was begging Christian (who can also see spirits) and I for help. This brother had lived in Richmond. He had killed two of his ex-girlfriends, and later when the police pulled him over for the murders, he blew his head off. He had been lost ever since, too frightened and remorseful to come to terms with his actions and cross through the doorway. Now he was stuck, all alone, reliving his actions in his thoughts over and over again – torturing himself basically. It is important to emphasize here, that NO ONE was punishing this spirit but HIMSELF.

Anytime I see tears coming from a lost spirit, I know they’re ready to go. So I popped on over out-of-body to where he was, all the while continuing walking down the street. I told Christian to come there too – I didn’t even have to explain how to do it – I saw him appear next to me and the lost spirit. I popped the gateway open with my mind as usual, and Christian, me, and the young brother walked through it together. The healers and us took care of him, and I shut the portal and pulled back after letting the brother know I was there to help him, if he wanted someone in the physical dimension to hang out with who could see him.

Later that night, I could feel a warmth and loving vibes going into me. Christian told me the spirit who we helped earlier that night was sitting behind me, smiling, with his hands on my shoulders. I could feel his gratitude and love. He was one of the gentlest, most loving spirits I had ever come across. This is an important lesson: even though he murdered two women in cold blood, even though he committed suicide, he was not beyond redemption and healing. He was not beyond the power of compassion (thanks Lord Buddha!!). He needed love just as much as anyone else. He needed someone to care about him. All I do is try to show some compassion and love to people, no matter what they may have done, or not done, in their physical lives.

I will help anyone cross over – no matter what they did in their lives. Everyone deserves love and compassion – this is something I do my best to practice at all times in my life.

Seeing all this fake “jolliness” and commercialism going on, I get angry.  There is no reason to be more generous at “Christmastime” than any other time of year.  If you are a generous person, be that way year-round.  If you like donating money to the Salvation Army or things like that (those people doing bell-ringing: yet another thing that irritates me), do it year-round, not just during the month of December.

Who the hell came up with the idea of “gift-giving” at this time of year?  I think you can safely bet your whole ass that it was some kind of businessman, who centuries ago, took the spiritual tradition of giving gifts to Jesus, and somehow turned it into a bonanza of sales for his company.  And of course, “Corporate America” took the idea and ran with it as well.  I get disgusted when I hear about “Black Friday”, with PR scumbags representing the American Federation of Retailers marching out to talk about how important it is for us “good, patriotic Americans” to spend our money at their big, ugly retail stores, a la George W. Bush, who said something akin to “go out shopping, buy things”.

It is also worth mentioning that the people who help you find items in these stores, people who work the registers taking your money, are mostly all paid horribly low wages.  And don’t say that they deserve low pay because their skills aren’t worth a good wage.  EVERYONE deserves to be well-paid, everyone needs to be paid a wage that allows them to pay their rent, light bill, gas bill, car payment, etc without having to go out and work two, three, even four jobs, and without having to go out and get government assistance.  Wal-Mart actually tells their employees to go out and apply for Medicaid, apply for food stamps, so that they can continue paying “always low wages, always…”  Minimum wage must be raised to AT LEAST $15.00 per hour.  Would YOU want to have to work three jobs just to barely get by?  The people that sell you your Christmas presents are probably unable to afford to buy any of their own.  Remember that as you go out buying your last-minute presents.

Something else as well:  Most every psychic and medium who has commented on Jesus and Christmas has said that the man was NOT born in December, but in fact April.  We have the whole thing backwards.  Christ was born around Easter, and crossed over to the Spirit World in the late fall….don’t believe everything you are told…use your own intuition…make your own judgments…!!

So in tribute to all the spirits that have taken the time to come through and see us, I wanted to talk about friendships that can take place between people who have “died” and those of us still here working on our physical lives.

This is a story about a dude named Simmie Williams…he was 17 years old when he was “murdered” in Fort Lauderdale, FL in 2008.   He “died” early on a Friday morning.  On the next day, Saturday, I woke up here in Richmond, Virginia, in the late afternoon, from a strange dream and felt like something was different, but I wasn’t sure what it was.  Getting up from my nap, I could see a young black dude in my “mind’s eye” with a bunch of palm trees and a reddish sky behind him.  I knew it was a spirit, but I wasn’t sure who.

I turned on the computer and started randomly reading news articles on the Net.  I came across an article regarding the murder of a 17-year-old transvestite in Florida the day before.  Looking at the picture that was included in the article, I was surprised to see that it was the young brother I could see around me in my apartment.  I started speaking with him, and felt him there in the apartment with me, just hanging out, chilling with me.

At this point, I called Jeremy, who, as you all know, is a medium, and asked him what he saw.  He saw the same spirit as I was seeing.

I could feel Simmie riding along with me in the car several times.  I could feel him sitting behind me, massaging my shoulders while I drove around.  I felt an incredibly strong connection, spiritually and otherwise, to him, and told him he was always welcome to hang around with me anytime, as I truly appreciated his company.

Jeremy channeled him for me a few months later; he came through wearing white pants, a white shirt, with some kind of unbuttoned cream-colored shirt over the white shirt.  He was holding a white cat.  He said that he and I had a lot in common, so that is how he found me.  After he left his physical body, he could freely move around and be anywhere he wanted with the speed of his thought.  He ended up gravitating to me.

Simmie was not condemned and thrown in some “hell” by some angry “god” for wearing womens’ clothing, even though the Bible condemns the practice.  He was not condemned and judged for being attracted to men, and not women, even though the Bible says “men lying with men” is an “abomination to God”.

Simmie is the kind of person I would have liked to have met in the physical world.  He is a very sensual person; he likes being physically affectionate more than sex itself.  I could have easily become good friends with him here in the physical.  But I am happy just to have him around, chillin’ with me from time to time, in spirit form…

Jeremy said he felt Simmie is living it up in the Spirit World.  While his family, friends, and others who love him and are still in the physical world are crying and grieving, he is partying and enjoying himself like never before.  Let me tell you:  one thing the spirits want you to all know is : DO NOT GRIEVE.  Sadness from time to time is OK, that is part of the process of loss.  But continued grieving does nothing good for you, or for them.  In fact, it can actually bring them down:  thoughts about them attract and pull them to the person thinking about them, automatically.  If you are constantly grieving, for a long time, you are draining them as well as yourself.

When a person “dies”, there is NOTHING to be upset about.  In fact, when a person leaves this world, we ought to throw a BIG PARTY for them!!  For real…that is what a spirit would want!!  Party for them: knowing that they are there with you, partying with you, even though you might not always be able to see or hear them…

As I write this piece, I see and feel Simmie here with me, looking over my shoulder, reading along with me…

For sure, a good friend doesn’t have to be only in a physical body!!

One love to you Simmie, for real, thanks for everything you have done, and do, for me…I hope you continue to consider me worthy of your friendship – and I can’t wait to get back to the Spirit World & chill with you for real!!

In peace, in love, in harmony

…your friend Matt

Anyway, he posted a video called “Will Gay People Go To Hell??” As soon as I had watched the video, I started cranking out a note to Brandon.  I want to post a couple of excerpts here. (minus, of course, the personal parts of the letter I wrote; I will never put out what I tell someone personally.)

I am doing this because I think, like the post on gangbanging, this information has the capability to help shift the paradigm of spiritual understanding.

Here it is – with much love and thanks to Brandon….

“The Bible has been edited thousands of times over the centuries. It has actually been proven that the Catholic Church (they admitted it) took out several sections of the Bible – but they would not say what the sections said…!! If the so-called “Word of God” has been edited and taken apart and changed by people, it is no longer the whole “Word of God”… I personally think that some human with power to change the Bible wording, along the many millennia since Christ was around, added in the part about God hating “men lying with men” or however that verse goes, probably because, like some people today, they somehow felt disgusted by gay people, and decided that because it seemed disgusting to them, it must also be disgusting to God, so they felt it was OK for them to “speak for God” by adding a verse condemning homosexuals to some “hell”….

…and…

“…one thing spirits have always told us is that there is no “hell”, no judgment there, no matter what a person “did” or did not do in their physical life here on this planet…all there is is love, forgiveness, understanding, compassion, and peace: that is all….and also that religion, or lack of it, DOES NOT MATTER AT ALL…”

…and…

“…I think that which some call “God” (I call it the Universe) lives within each and every one of us, in all things that exist….and if all is “God”, then there can really be no “sin”…perhaps we gay folks are this way to show the world that we are really not that much different than straight people, we fall in love, we care about others, we have feelings, emotions, pain and joy, just like them. We are part of the Universe: just like straights…”

Brandon, once again, thanks for everything.  You are very intelligent, open-minded, and caring.  You are serving others and the Universe itself through your videos, however strange they might seem to certain people.

Peace & 1-Love,

your bro Matt

In our work, on several different occasions, we have talked to gangbangers who have crossed over….they have a lot to teach us about love and forgiveness….one thing is absolutely certain:  Every single one we have spoken to has mentioned that the “enemies” that they had “killed” here in the physical world…were there to meet them upon their “death”….and offered peace, love, forgiveness, understanding and friendship to them…

They hang out together on the Other Side.  There is no beef, but there is intense pride in their sets.  All the different colors blend together.  As one G, whose set in Westside Chicago was called the Wets (we have a video of this session posted at http://www.youtube.com/richmondspiritmedium), said, “We’re all Wet over here”.  A Blood O.G. from Compton who “died” in 1992 said that when he was banging in the physical world, “I felt like I was in a cage with a snake…I was always looking out for the snake, worried about it, trying to make sure it didn’t get me….and when I got here (the Spirit World) I kept looking for the snake….but it was never there”.  He showed us the Compton home he lived in with his family.  He commented on how proud he was to have had a house of his own, to be taking care of his family.  Right after that Blood came through, a Crip from a Compton set came through….he was murdered in the early 1990s along with two of his homies; somebody came up and shot them while they were sitting in a car…he was talking about that in the Spirit World, “no one looks at me like I’m a dirty nigger anymore”.  Spirits tend to respect each other, and not judge others for differences.  That Crip G was named Jackson or something like that; he liked what Jeremy & I were doing, said he thought it could help people….

When I think of gangbanging, I immediately draw a parallel to soldiers in combat.  Men who have fought in wars have said that they grew more close, had more love and friendship for, their fellow soldiers in their platoons or companies than even their wives or genetic relatives.  I think the same thing occurs in banging.  Street soldiers hang out together, live together, fight together.  All they have is each other, as the world condemns them for their actions, just like soldiers in Vietnam were condemned.  All they are really seeking is to be listened to, to be loved and to love, to have a real family, to be cared about.  That is all.  Gangbanging is all about love and family.

These brothers have a hell of a lot they can teach us, both here in the physical dimension, and also in spirit.  What does this show us about the nature of “God”, the nature of the living Universe?  Does it surprise you that they are not thrown in some “hell” for eternity for their actions?  Does it make you angry that there is NO “justice” extracted in the Spirit World, only love, forgiveness & understanding?  If you agree with the last two sentences, I would suggest you look within yourself to see why you feel this way.  Would YOU want to be punished forever for being born on “poisonous soil”? (in the words on Leon Bing, author of Do or Die)  Or would you want to be understood, listened to, loved, forgiven?

Look:  These G’s care about each other more than we do!  Our families are falling apart; theirs are closer than ever, and a lot more loving.  Leon Bing said that she saw paralyzed G’s being taken care of more lovingly by their gang brothers than their own genetic families!  What do you think about these guys now?  Were you thinking they were some kind of “demon” in disguise?

Gangbangers are human as much as you and I.  They have the capacity to love, and in fact do show love, all the time.  When they “die”, the illusion of duality that is present in the 3rd dimension disappears;  the “enemies” they fought so hard against are now their friends; all that really happened is that various spirits have taken on different roles, different physical bodies to act out a kind of play, a movie.  They decided to experience love through gangbanging.  Their physical lives played out that way.  No one was actually harmed; no one ever died; it was just a dream, an illusion.  No harm, no foul.  Why would some pissed-off “God” (the concept of which certain humans made up as a control mechanism, and to increase the power of the Church, by the way) want to punish someone for “killing” someone when no one “died”?  If the Bible says “You shall not kill” and then soldiers go out and fight wars and “kill” people, or if a store owner “kills” the robber in his store, according to the Bible, doesn’t that make them just as liable to “hellfire” as gangbangers?  A lot of you all probably need to rethink your belief systems.

I think the Bhagavad-Gita is the closest to the truth in regards to matters of “killing”:

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LORD KRISHNA:

I have always existed, you too have always existed, and those princes have always existed. The time shall never come when we shall all cease to exist. Just as the self within the body goes through childhood, manhood and old age, so also it passes to other bodies; a wise man is not puzzled by this.

Activation of senses, Arjuna, gives rise to cold and heat, pleasure and pain. These come and go, and do not exist forever, and we must learn to bear with them. Truly the wise man who is not disturbed by these things, indifferent alike to pain and to pleasure is fit for eternal life.

What is not there cannot exist; what is there cannot be anything but existent. The distinction between these states has been recognized by those who study truth. That which pervades this universe is imperishable; no one can destroy that changeless being. It is these bodies that house the everlasting, imperishable, incomprehensible self that have an end. Therefore fight.

He who thinks the self can be a slayer, and he who thinks the self is slain, are both mistaken. The self does not kill, nor is it killed. For the self is never born and never dies, nor may it ever become non-existent. This unborn, everlasting, abiding self is not slain when the body is slain. Knowing the self to be unborn, imperishable, everlasting, changeless, Arjuna, how can a man slay anyone or be slain?

As a man gets rid of worn out clothes and put on new ones, so the self puts away outworn bodies and puts on others that are new. Weapons do not cut up the self, fire does not burn it, waters do not wet it, the wind does not dry it. Not capable of being cut, burned, wetted, or dried, the self is everlasting, present in all things, unchangeable, unmovable, forever the same.

Knowing that the soul is immaterial and unalterable, you should not grieve, Arjuna.

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Why not take a moment today and think about the gang situation and what it means to you?  Why not take a moment to speak & send love to the bangers in the Spirit World; they will hear your thoughts, and listen, and respond, if you are open….

This piece is dedicated to all the G’s: both in the physical, as well as spirit:  may you always have peace and love, my brothers….

In peace, love & harmony,

Matt

Anyway, he told me about his out-of-body experiences at night,  where he goes all around the world to see things he wanted to see, but couldn’t due to the wheelchair.  Then he brought up the extraterrestrial spacecraft and the aliens he had seen when he was a younger kid.

He said that when he was four, in the fall of 1984,  he was in bed and saw a bright light coming in the window, and looked over at the doorway, and saw a big-eyed, big-headed Gray alien there looking at him.  The next thing he knew, he was back in bed again.  He said he told our mother that he saw a monster in the doorway last night.

When he was fourteen,  in 1995, at the home he and my mom live at currently, he said one night he saw another bright light outside during the night and felt a strongly negative presence in the room that he could not see.  He said he felt paralyzed, and that’s all he can remember.

He had a “dream” the other night, that he was in the Gray’s ship again, while two of them performed tests on him.  I asked him if it was his astral body they were testing, or his physical body, and he said physical body.

I have always believed that there was extraterrestrials, thousands of species of supremely intelligent ones, all over the universe, as well as ones that might not be as developed, like us to be blunt.  And I have read the stories about alien abduction.

But I never knew it was going on in my own family!  I do not remember being picked up by the Grays at all – and my brother said he thinks they did not ever take me.

Two years ago, Jeremy and I were talking about extraterrestrials – and I decided to open communication with them.  I sent out extremely strong telepathic thought aimed at alien races.

One or two days later, Jeremy called me in an excited mood.  He said the night before, late, he had gone out in his backyard for a few minutes to smoke a cigarette, when he noticed a light in the sky that was not a star or an aircraft.  He started staring at it, and a “voice” came into his mind, that he knew was coming from space.   It said “Ask Matt if he is ready”.

I was very excited.  I already knew telepathy is the best way to get in contact with any kind of higher species.  And I received an answer.

The truth is, at that time, I was not ready.  But I think that now I am ready – but ready for what??

I guess the truth is really out there.

MATT