The Alien Connection Written By Winifred Franklin 1 Copyright © Winifred Franklin 2012 All rights reserved 2 Acknowledgements I would like to thank the members of my family: Theresa Kay, Robin Kay, Adinas Henry, Venessa Franklin, Melanie Jenkins and Courtney Henry for all their support in helping to type up and edit my book. 3 Preface I believe one’s life is bound up with one’s past, present and future, even before we are born, though we do have freedom to change things by our own thoughts and actions. For many years I was a successful clairvoyant, pseudonym, Madam L’Jean. I have been on Radio, Television, in Newspapers and Magazines. I have travelled throughout Australia, many times gaining National recognition. I have many dreams and visions of the future. I can see an earthquake in the vibrations in the air before it happens. I have known for many years about string theory, just by looking into different dimensions of space. Mozart once came to me in a dream and told me, “The answer is all in the loops”. I believe he must have been talking about the different levels of dimensions that are all around us, but we cannot see. Although we experience a corporeal existence, the reality of life really lies in a Holographic Universe. As a young child of eight, I was taken aboard an alien spacecraft and shown scrolls, inside a pyramid, that have yet to be discovered. The Alien Connection has remained with me over the years, for I have had follow up visitations and have witnessed many sightings, since my encounter in my youth. This book will take you through my childhood in England, with my experience of being taken aboard a spaceship. Then continue on to the war years where my visions saved me from death and onto New Zealand, where I was to start my life as a Psychic. Although I still have visions and futuristic dreams, I’m now a retired clairvoyant living in Western Australia. 4 Introduction In my beginning is my end... In my end is my beginning. -T.S. Eliot- “What do you mean people from other planets? There are none! You say they walk amongst us, that we descended from other planets long ago. That some could be scientists, others also in high positions, far more intelligent, more advanced in every way than us. What nonsense.” “How long have you known them? What! They show their way of life in dreams and talk to you sometimes. But only things of importance. Hmmm.” He moved restlessly in his chair, hoping her gaze at one time, so hopeful, another so desperate would leave is face. “Look (He'd try again) you've read it in a book!” His voice trailed away, as she shook her head, “You firmly believe all this outer space stuff?” Janie spoke very quietly, “I do, because I've been there, I've seen them.” “You know I have no choice but to agree with the other doctors. You'll have to stay in our mental hospital for a while. We'll help you of course, before very long you won't remember such nonsense. Of course we have a lot to learn about the brain and even more about how the mind works, but we're making great strides.” He studied her closely through half closed eyes - 5 attractive, large innocent blue eyes - what a pity. He stood up knocking his chair over: might as well get it over and done with. Gathering up his papers he walked towards the door, “It's for the best,” he called to her without a backward glance. 6 Chapter I Left alone, Janie desperately looked around the sparsely furnished, dimly lit room. Its forlorn air echoed her feelings, as did her quickened heartbeats, with the fast approaching footsteps. Unconsciously, she backed towards the darkest corner of the room. They were mad all of them to think that planet Earth was the only one with life on it in this vast universe. And what a mess they were making of it. The doors were flung open. White uniforms glared in the darkness. Eyes came towards her, hands reached out. It was useless to struggle, to cry out, no one understood. A brittle voice spoke, “She's to go into observation, car outside.” Roughly pushed into the middle of the back of the small car, two backsides squashed, as their huge forms complied with the space. With no view and no sounds from the other occupants, just the gasping sound of the engine, which stopped all too soon. Out the nurses got: each took an arm and a tug of war began - first to the left, then to the right. The brittle voice yelled, the other let go and Janie landed painfully on the gravel path outside Ward 10. It was the beginning of a long nightmare. Once inside the building the trio headed towards the cleaning room. One huge old fashioned bath stood in the middle of it. It’s only companion, enormous weighing scales, on which Janie found herself minus her clothing. Once her head was checked for lice, she was ordered into the bath, in 7 water hot enough to turn her skin pink. Her embarrassment seemed to amuse them – as they asked if her friends ‘from out there' were also that colour. She was then dressed in a nightgown that resembled a shroud. Ward 10 lived up to her expectations. There were about 14 beds on either side of the huge room. She could see women of all ages, some in their beds, others in small groups. Silence and curiosity filled the air as she climbed onto the high bed of number 9. Too late for dinner, tea? All she longed for was peace and quiet. Please God, that's all I ask for. The unbleached stiff cool sheets felt good to her hot body. The women silently parted to let the two nurses through. Their job here was done. She took refuge under the bed clothes and let the hot tears flow. The sheets were pulled from her and a large needle entered her hot flesh. Blackness overtook her. 8 Chapter II One day followed another, all the same. Only spoons at meal times. It brought attention not to eat the stuff. Must conform – one was watched and written about. No visitors for the first two weeks. Well that wouldn't worry her. Her family was in the country of her birth and no way would she tell them for she was sure her time here would be short. Everyone had to be in bed when the doctor made his rounds. He turn and smiled at her. Feeling encouraged she spoke to him. “Doctor, please can I go home?” The smile disappeared from his face, “Only when you confirm what we already know and to our satisfaction.” He nodded and moved on. Janie looked forward to the hour or so after dinner in the evenings. Mary, an elderly inmate, always played the piano in the next room. Standing beside her one evening and knowing the old songs, Janie began to sing. It had met with the approval of the others. It was a very precious hour for her. Some clapped, others joined in the singing. One night some commotion down the other end of the ward found some woken up, but the command to lie down was obeyed. Not until evening, did Janie realize it was Mary. Why Mary? Why here? To die here? As if reading her thoughts, another person in the room answered, “I said she had nowhere else to go and that's the truth”. Overwhelmed with the irony of life both within and without the walls that surrounded them Janie hastily left the room and somehow knew that she would never return to it. Bang came the tea trolley through the double doors on the dot – five thirty. A cup of stewed tea was dumped beside 9 each bed. Better to leave it and rush for the few showers available. No need to employ cleaners with a room full of women. Everyone was detailed for the week. They had only just finished their work as the breakfast bell rang out. Janie stayed behind; she knew that she'd be missed. Her heart sank when she saw who they had sent to get her. The intense dislike between herself and the red haired nurse had been plain from the start – trouble for sure. “Well, well, it’s Miss High and Mighty, might have guessed. Get going you.” Each word was backed up with a push towards the door. “Where are your funny friends now? Why aren't they here to help you?” The final push found Janie on the floor. Slowly picking herself up, she turned towards her tormentor. “Don't you ever, ever, treat me or another human being in such a manner again.” The look on Janie's face struck terror and screaming for help the nurse rushed from the room. Any moment for the next few days Janie expected some reprisal, but after two weeks still nothing. Perhaps the patients have some rights after all, she thought. Doctor was on his usual rounds. He reached her bed, “Good news for you today Janie. You can go home for the weekend. Behave yourself and there will be more.” Overjoyed, she thanked him. Oh lovely freedom, she'd spend it in the countryside – wonderful. Saturday morning found her waiting patiently for the taxi, but her ears turned to the singing of the birds.