Jesus Christ

UFOs

and

Me

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Accolades for LOU REYES and My Life Is None of My Business

"My task was to offer f ormatting and organizational and editing suggestions while this

book was still in manuscript f orm, but when I started reading I couldn 't stop till I

reached the end. I find Lou Reyes' work more than compelling; it is stirring and

disturbing and that is exactly what makes me sit up and take notice. "

READERS COMMENTS::

"I was stunned by the humor through the nightmare scenarios. "

"No fluff-no frills-brutally honest. "

"A mystical portal to the dimension of angels. "

"I couldn 't put it down. "

"It read like it had been written by a Catholic scholar. "

"A nxiety a/lack and illumination."

"Brilliant, shocking, compelling. "

"A story of raw honesty and wonderment. "

"A spiritual-intellectual roller coaster ride. "

--B. Lou Guckian, writer

"The startling ramifications of this story could change the world-How we see God-Jesus

Christ-The UFO phenomenon and especially each other. "

This book is dedicated to my mother,

Pauline Reyes, the most courageous, loving

person 1 have ever met. To R. Vela for his

encouragement, which was vita l. To P.

Sullivan, for showing me what it's like to

have Christ love you. To J. Echols, for your

courage, brother.

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CONTENTS

UFO SIGHTINGS AND ENCOUNTERS I, II AND III

THE TOUR [under self-hypnotic regression]

Mantis Creature

A Very Thin Lady

Start the Tour

The Tube

The Coincidence Room

Earth Human Park

The Bubble Room

The Claw

ENCOUNTER I

OVERVIEW

Alien Contact

The Creature

The Alien Woman

The Tube

The Coincidence Room

The Human Recreation Area

Transport Room

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ENCOUNTER II

Tag Team

ENCOUNTER III

Living With It

The Parade

I THINK I'M DEAD

EVIL [the question of]

! Wi ll

Them and Us

My Last Struggle

TRUTH IS ALIVE

The Gods

The Star

The Angels Ministered to Him

The Devi l's Temptation

EPILOGUE

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TRUTH SEEKER

CONCLUSIONS

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

TO KNOW YOUR ANGELS

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UFO SIGHT1NGS AND ENCOUNTERS I, II AND III

The Tour [under self-hypnotic regression]

Black- all black. My eyes are wide open but all I can see is pitch-black darkness.

1 had been dreaming; fast asleep. 1 knew it had been an uneventful night but I knew I was

no longer asleep. I had awakened and seemed to be immobilized as well as blind. There was no

tendency to panic or to blank out my mind. Rather I calmed my mind so I could logically deduce

what had happened to me since I had gone to sleep. There was the possibility I was continuing to

have a waking dream or that I had died and this was the beginning of the dead life.

As 1 was pondering these and other possibilities, two things happened simultaneously.

My body was no longer immobilized and the blackness receded. 1 then realized there was

nothing wrong with my vision. The reason J could not see anything before was because there had

been two enormous, midnight-black eyes pressed against my own. As the eyes retreated s lowly

from my eyes, J could see this was not a person but a giant praying mantis w ith the arms and legs

of a human and the skull and facial features of an insect.

Fascination and even amusement were my immediate reactions no doubt partly due to not

knowing if I was dreaming or not. As I watched, the creature stood up and backed away from

me, moving in an angular fashion rather than with a more rotary movement as someone with a

human anatomy would do. It was then l noticed there was a dim, purple-red light that seemed to

emanate from behind it.

It was quite tall, around seven feet, and completely human in the sense it had two arms,

two legs and a head. It was very thin in the torso and limbs, and its skull was oversized and

shaped like a cross between an ant and a praying mantis. Its eyes took up two-thirds of its facial

mass with a barely visible nose and mouth, much like an insect in appearance. It was wearing a

close-fitting dark jumpsuit that covered its entire body. Only its head, a thin neck and hands were

visible. I thought it was a he. I thought it looked pretty cool.

As I reflect on that moment, an avalanche of impressions and information rush to

the forefront of my thinking process. How could I have come to the point where I

felt at ease in a situation so bizarre it would normally make one comatose?

1 had been sitting in a chair that was apparently well-padded because it was very soft.

Evidently the creature had been leaning over me as he scanned me, my brain, my soul.

As I was taking in the situation, I received a communication from the creature. Although

it came as an impression rather than in words, his question was distinct and penetrating: "Who,

what are you?"

I knew he was not asking for my name, address or phone number. What it wanted to

know was: " What are you, in your soul? What are you, in the inner and deepest parts of your

soul?''

My answer was immediate and empowered by the love of Truth. " I am one with the

Father in Heaven, the Creator, God. I serve and worship my persona l Lord and Savior, Jesus

Christ. I am one with Mother Earth as I am an Earth human. This is who and what I am." That

was the reason I had not frozen in that encounter.

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1 knew, no matter if this was a dream or if it was real or something in-between, the

personal identification was reality. In any reality, the password was God the Father in Heaven,

Jesus Christ, Lord Savior and Earth Mother. Apparently, I had the proper 10.

Mantis Creature

There are aliens that through advanced technology literally millions of years more

advanced than ours, (unlike present-day humans who only use a fraction of their minds), that can

function at l 00-percent brain efficiency. With this illumination, aliens can roll out, read out and

play back a person 's deepest and innermost thoughts like child's play. Since they have the ability

to travel through time and space, not only can aliens see what a human person is truly like but

also what he or she was like in the past and what he or she will be like in the future.

From the first, the creature seemed familiar.

When I was a child, I recalled, the praying mantis was my favorite insect. As I sa id

before, thi s creature was seven feet tall and seemed human. What was unique was the extreme

thinness of its limbs and torso. The tight-fitting black jumpsuit covered its feet as well as its

body. Its fingers were extraordinarily long, twice as long as a human 's except it had four fingers

instead of five. One would expect something of such extreme thinness to be frail but this creature

literally emitted an aura of strength and power.

The most fascinating aspect of its body was it seemed to move in an angular motion as if

its joints were hinged differently. The exposed parts of its body, head, neck and hands were a

gray-green tint. Its head was disproportionately large. Its jaw line jutted out just like a praying

mantis with two small holes for a nose and a miniscule mouth. Its eyes kept changing from black

to gray webs and then back to black.

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The instantaneous communication I had with it allayed any fears I might develop

concerning telepathic reception, and I never had any doubt as to what it was trying to

communicate. I had the impression it was a being of enormous intelligence and ancient.

Although by human standards it might appear to be loathsome looking, I thought it was

magnificent, even majestic, in its appearance.

Where did it come from? I find that question amusing. The biggest mistake humans make

is trying to judge aliens by human standards. Why did it have to be from any place? And

although I am sure this creature had a home planet and its race had a particular time of creation,

the answer to the question "Where are you from?" as I understood the true sense of it, was "I am

from now."

I found telepathic communication to be not the way I thought it would be. It wasn't like

speaking words without speaking but rather it was like another person sharing my mind in every

sense imaginable. There was no give-and-take as in the usual polite chitchat. There was a

constant overlap of thinking and speaking both telepathically and verbally.

At times, there would be a huge onrush of infonnation followed by complete stillness.

The void of nothingness came from the creature. I don ' t know how long this creature had his

eyes against mine. Less than a half-hour would be my guess. But I can only describe it as more

like " mind fusion" than what is commonly thought of as telepathy.

I was able to successfully communicate with him because I was able to speak his

language, which actually was my ability to receive, accumulate, file and work with a mass of

information. I was most fascinated by the stillness and nothingness that appeared at intervals,

which seemed to be a go-ahead cue. The fact that I also could be still mentally, physically and

spiritually opened the floodgates of communication and communion.

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To the question ofwhom and what I was-the main premise of the soul scan-this I can

say unequivocally was part and parcel of a lifetime pursuit, a commitment to finding the Truth.

My next thought was: "This praying mantis-looking, seven-foot creature knows me."

I remembered the peculiar experience, from the strange, reddish-purple light present in

the atmosphere to the bizarre appearance of the creature. Even the submersion and integration of

the thought processes between the creature and I were familiar.

Deep in my heart I knew I wasn't dreaming. But I kept telling myselfl was and this was

only a dream. Even if it was a waking dream it still was a dream, I told myself. I kept this in my

mind throughout the entire experience until the very last.

As I gathered my thoughts and looked around, I could see I was in a semi-darkened room

lit only by a purple luminescence. It was just enough light to allow me to see clearly. Having

completely awakened and comprehended my situation, my mind filled with questions: Where

was I? How did I get here? Am 1 dead? Could I be dreaming? Did the creature know God?

I had believed for many years human beings were not the only creatures in the Universe.

Why wouldn't God create an insect being in His image as He did with man? Should there be a

limit to creation or to its Creator?

A Very Thin Lady

Suddenly, an entity seemed to appear out of nowhere. I had not noticed a door or opening

of any kind in this medium-sized circular room. 1 could see that she was a female with a human

body that was extremely thin. As she came nearer, her movements were very light almost like

she was floating on air. As she came even closer and stood beside me, I had a chance to study

her.

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She stood about 5 feet 8 inches tall. Her face was human but her eyes were at least twice

as big as a human's eyes and jet black. Her shoulder-length curly hair also was jet black. She had

a small, narrow jaw and chin, and her nose and mouth were unusually long and thin.

She was wearing the same type one-piece, form-fitting jumpsuit the male mantis was

wearing. She had a sense of importance about her and the male mantis seemed to surrender to

her. As this female looked at me, an immediate sense of recognition occurred- very intense,

very tantalizing.

An immediate telepathic connection occurred, a sense of fusion that reminded me of a

feeling of security I had as a child. She then spoke aloud to me. "We have come back like we

said we would. Remember? We have been with you always." Her voice was very soothing, even

delicate. Her speech was very pronounced.

I then had a memory of being no more than 4 years old and running barefoot through the

grass in our backyard. I remembered how exhilarating it was to be able to run and feel the wind

against my face and the cool velvety grass under my feet. That was the first time I realized I was

a living, conscious being and that I was me.

Then I remembered climbing the steps of the back porch and noticing through one of the

cracks in the wooden steps there was a colony of ants scurrying around. As I watched them, 1

heard a clear voice say, "Look at those ants. That is how you will be able to remember us. We

are here to help you and be with you always if you want us to." I said, "OK." And that was that.

My mind returned to the room with the purple light. "How could 1 feel all this in a

dream?'' I thought to myself. Then I noticed the female was staring at me with a quizzical look.

At the same time, I had the impression she was waiting for something. "What do I do now?" I

asked myself.

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I immediately thought of a few things, the first being no matter how real everything

looked and felt, I had to believe it was a dream. My next thought was that this was a vision and

everything that was happening was just part of that vision.

I had for the past two years immersed myself in ancient and recent Native American

religious and spiritual concepts including the existence of nonhuman entities, which is standard

for any religious or theological concept. I reasoned this was a waking dream and it reflected my

subconscious state of mind.

As these thoughts hit me like small bullets one by one, I distinctly remember one thing. I

pinched my hand as hard as I could to wake myself. I grabbed as much flesh as I could off the

top of my hand. 1 pinched and turned my skin back and forth while gritting my teeth . The scene

didn't change.

I just stood there with my hand burning. I decided regardless of whether it was a dream

from which I could not awaken myself or something altogether different, I would have to deal

with the experience here and now.

Start the Tour

The history and recorded pre-history of powerful goddesses and their involvement with

humanity is voluminous. Virtuall y every belief system from every cu lture has a story of a

powerful female entity. And though at the time J was not fully aware of who and what she was, 1

instinctively knew she was a very important part of my life. The mantis stood to the side of me,

and I fe lt it had gone into a sti llness stage. It had neither physical animation nor any telepathic

communication; it was as if it had gone into hibernation.

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I turned to the female and was completely at ease with her. I did not ask her name, where

she came from or any questions, which as I look back now would have seemed the normal thing

to do. Then again, I was not in a normal situation.

I knew her. She had come back to see me like an old friend. As we looked at each other, I

began to realize I knew her from the still moments, from dreams, from all the " lucky

coincidences" that kept me alive and hea lthy. She had been there watch ing over me and helping

me with the others.

That was when I conversed with here. "You are the ant people who talked to me. Where

are the others?" She reached out her hand and I took hold of it. "Come wi th me. l will show

you."

We started walking together and as we approached a small wal l, we seemed to be able to

walk through it like it was a cloth materi al rather than a hard surface. As we stepped through, I

was engulfed by an overwhelming brightness that nearly blinded me. As my vis ion began to

adjust, I could see I was in a very large, crystal- like room. My bare feet fe lt the coolness of the

glass crysta l. There were huge crystal layers of differen t heights all made of the same crysta l-like

substance. There were at least three or four of these different leve ls, where I could see people

walking back and forth on walkways.

1 was so far off, I could not make out any detail about what the people looked like. The

whole area looked like it was the size of a large concert hall. The most amazing part of this scene

I was taking in was, in the middle of thi s place stood a huge, transparent tube that ran from the

ceiling to the floor.

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The brightness of the area triggered my senses into reali ty. "How could I feel all this in a

dream," I thought to myself as I was still adjusting my eyes to the si lvery bright light.

I looked to the side of me and the female being was staring at me. At the same time, she

gave me the impression she was waiting for something. Now was the time. What do I do?

I must deal with the here and now. On that thought, the first thing I had to circumvent

was the light of the area I was in . Rather than shying away from the brightness by almost closing

my eyes or shie lding them with my hands, I opened my eyes as w ide as possible. The light was

going through me, through my senses, through my body, but I was able to see more clearly once

I stopped resisting. By immersing myself in the light I was propelled forward. I was much more

at ease.

After this, I gazed back at the Alien W oman. The visual impressions and graphics

fl ashing through the giant tube seemed to be communicating w ith me. At this moment she looked

directly at me and said, " You are us. We are you. We have known you a lways. This is about the

Word and the Kingdom of God on Earth to come."

I understood the words she said but only parts of them could I full y grasp because they

were related to future events. We started a leisure ly-paced walk toward the center of the building

where the gli stening tube was. Though the area was brightly lit, I could clearl y see the fa ntastic

surreali stic designs fl ashing in The Tube.

We approached and stood ri ght nex t to The Tube. The des igns, both abstract and

geometric, were enveloped in a cloud- like background of intense colorati on, and of the designs

themselves, they were awash in a kaleidoscope of co lor.

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The sparkling and flashing lights and designs radiated an awesome power and

omnipresence. I got close enough to touch the glass-like tube. A consortium of images gathered

in front of me in The Tube. I would not be leaving as the same person I was when I arrived.

Leaving my former person behind was not a fearful concept. I remained united with the

password. Next, these images in The Tube had gathered into distinct panoramic fractal-like

scenes. Each one was a picture of my soul. I understood them perfectly at the time. The entire

time we walked around The Tube, a communication with the continuing array of fantastic visual

enlightenment was maintained. I thought, "God loves me."

The colors of the flashing rays were unworldly and bright but at the same time were very

soft to my eyes. I noticed the lighting around us had subdued quite a bit but now The Tube

seemed even brighter and more alive. As I watched a flashing globe diminish, a surge of

weighted self-consciousness invaded my thought process. I was overpowered by the obvious fact

that now thi s incomprehensible power substance with consciousness was now going to

communicate with me.

I was right next to The Tube. I would estimate it to have been around I 00 feet in

circumference and 300 feet in height. The glass-like material of The Tube was crystal-clear to

the point you could barely see it. The surreal blinding-light formations were communications.

We stared into the glittering fractal-like ambassadors of the visually fantastic as it began to

communicate.

I could sense immense power as a perfectly round, glistening golden globe appeared out

of the swirling clouds. It was very bright. I had the impression of the Creator. With that

impression came the distinct thought that what was here and what I was looking at was the

Word, or more exactly, a representative of the Word; the Living Word of the Universe that

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pem1eates all dimension and reality; the Word for which everyone around me seemed to be in

direct communion w ith- the Word of God.

Before I could gather my thoughts on this fi rst input, ancient and disti nct Native

American sand paintings gathered in The Tube and began to ease the beginning of an anx iety

that would have proceeded after encountering the globe. Truly, I received both emotional pain

and deep compassion fo r the Nati ve American people. As I was now comfortable, I could sense

how the next images were to come. I, for a brief moment, felt confusion and pain . This was my

personal war between myself and what I was to become. This would be a battle to save my life.

Because I was to be a human in battl e with a nonhuman being, because I would not surrender, I

would get help by a Word-produced protector. I then received this message: "We will come and

see you and we w ill send this sign."

The golden g lobe and the Native American art had di sappeared into the swirling clouds

of color. Then a mul ti-colored globe appeared flashing brilliant, long flashes of light. It seemed

to be a living being. It was a creature of some sort but so far beyond my conception of what a

creature is or could be. It made these fantastic movements like a very fast fish zigzagging

through the water.

When I placed my hands against The Tube, it started the most difficult part of the tour. 1

don' t remember what happened after that exactly, but I do remember what I th ink happened. My

hand was pressed against what seemed like glass when 1 heard a d istinct voice say, "Be w ith

me."

Instantaneously, my hand passed through and I stepped casually into The Tube. As I

looked around, 1 could see a slow-moving, large, thick, gray fog swirl ing arou nd me. I was

slowly being lifted up.

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TO KNOW YOUR ANGELS

To know your angels, say this:

Jesus Christ, my soul is empty without your grace,

My n1ind is struggling without your peace,

My eyes see through a veil of darkness without your holy light.

Angels from heaven, I will listen.

By your signs and your people, I will listen.

By your stillness and nothingness, I will listen.

Lord, I can hear them now.

Show yourselves, I will listen.

By

Lou Reyes

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Editors:

Lou Guckian

Patricia Sullivan

Illustrators:

Sean Benzaquen-Praying Mantis Creation

Alex Brochon-The Tube & Inside The Tube

Ron Tweedy-Spheres & Spheres with Living Word Star

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