S'rlian from T'Caana

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Vangelis - La petite fille de la mere from Odyssey

On some rare occasion it has happened that a client refers to a life in other, distant civilisations, and sometimes even other life forms.  It is obviously naïve to believe that humanity is the crown of creation, or the only existing life form in the universe. Such a mind-set would constitute human narcissism on a cosmic level.

Of course, we are trained to not believe, or even to want to believe, in stories like S’rlian’s. That was also her own sentiment. She had never dared to tell any of this to her relatives, and even less to her psychiatrists. Her experience was fascinating, and naturally raised questions in my mind. I understood that those questions could create hysteria, wrath and persecution. A few years earlier I spoke to the now late and wonderful Professor John Mack, Harvard University. He was a well-respected Professor of Psychiatry until the day when he published the book “Abduction”.

The only problem was that he had been asked to investigate the issue of abduction by aliens and that his conclusion was that there was no evidence that any of the independent individuals either lied or fabricated evidence. Professor Mack taught me that science, religions and even governments are not yet ready to meet uncomfortable truths in public. We met in Helsinki, Finland 20 years ago. The truth is that we are not alone in the universe. Today Professor Mack is dead, hit by a car in London as he crossed the street from his hotel.

Clients, who claim that they have had previous lives in other civilisations, sometimes find it incredibly difficult as souls to stand the destructivity and animosity which the Earth’s environment offers. Some claim that they have been born on Earth as an extraordinary challenge. A planet like Earth with its extreme challenges is cosmically regarded as more demanding than most other civilisation in the universe.

You are obviously free to dismiss these claims or perhaps other life forms, but are you absolutely sure that they are not already studying you?

 

The souls in the afterlife truly seem to study every step we take, and their worry about our capability for self-destruction does not seem to have decreased during the last few years. It is naturally doubtful if any civilisation would currently like to contact a race which is not only capable of repeated genocides, but also of dropping atom bombs on civilians.

S’rlian’s strange story was imparted by an English woman in her late middle age. She claimed to be intellectually slow, but nothing was revealed pointing towards any type of developmental disorders. As a semi-hybrid, she was abducted by aliens – she always tried to hide from attention. Her childhood was marred by sexual abuse from a relative, and through large portions of her life she was controlled by self-involved and aggressive men. She had always been used to people never noticing her existence. She was happy with that, largely depending on the immense fear which had once been created in a previous life.

I have compiled the following story from a large number of sessions, mainly to bring order to all the details and to enable a greater overview. This stands in distinction to other cases in this book, which are mainly direct transcripts from the sessions. S’rlian’s story consists of memories from an earlier life that she has always carried with her. During the conversations with me she was able, for the first time, to share her memories in a continuous flow. She is the only client who did not undergo classic hypnosis.

It was a great personal shock when another young English male patient who I had never treated informed me in May 2011 that S’rlian had suddenly passed away with heart problems. In the light of her story it is easy to understand that she finally found peace. S’rlian’s strength and courage was astonishing. T'Caana is her story.

                                                                                                       

Everything has come forth through my body and my hands. Before you read this I ask you not to judge or condemn me. I am a quiet woman, and I think that I am without purpose on this planet.

In reality I would rather go back to T’Caana because the Earth is in itself too difficult for me. I have never before even dared to entertain the thought of telling anyone, because they would obviously believe that I am insane.

I have given you my story with honesty and integrity. My doctor got me to share this, and he is the only person I can trust in this world. You have the right to not believe me, but when you have finished reading, remember this: Every reasonable person or government would deny it. It is nothing but nonsense and madness. For me this was a terrible nightmare which became real. I survived and I received a new life on another planet far away in a distant galaxy. I have decided to allow my doctor to publish this to honour the 19 people who died on the alien spaceship. This is my story.

There were 20 of us in total. We had all been abducted by aliens on Earth, and we knew there would be no chance for us to get back. There aliens used us for experiments. It was completely terrifying. I cannot say how long ago this was, but it was in one of my previous lives. I was sixteen or seventeen years old when I was abducted. I was on a field together with other people from the village. We harvested vegetables or something that we all collected to save and collect. I wore a heavy brown dress made of some cotton material. It was partly hitched up to not drag in the mud. Since I was barefoot I needed to wash my feet in the stream. In the spaceship we got some type of disgusting porridge as food and we all knew we were lost. Everyone especially felt for the five year old girl. In the end I killed her. I wanted to save her from all the terrible experiments and these evil grey aliens. They were very short, and just used us as experimental animals.

I managed to hide from them. There was a loud bang and I managed to escape. My abductors searched for me. I heard screams, but not from them. I hid in the tall grass and amongst the bushes.

It was very dark and I could hear shouting. They were killed. Suddenly I heard footsteps close to me. I did not dare to breathe or move, and I did not know where the others were. My memory seemed to disappear. Everything was silent and I decided to make a move. It was a mistake. They threw themselves onto me and dragged me away.

I then remember a creature in a room which I could not see out of. They observed me. I was questioned but did not reply. Finally, I was taken back to the dark room.

One day I was marched away to another part of the building. A hooded cape was thrown over me from head to toe. I remember looking at the floor as they escorted me away. The floor was so black it seemed as if you could fall right through it. The massive doors opened and I was marched through and then pushed down to the floor.

When I finally dared to look up I saw three steps leading up to a great chair. There he sat, slouching. Just like me he wore a cape, so I could not see his face.

He then spoke, and everyone left the room. He stepped down and pulled back my hood. He stared at me and then started to speak. He asked if I knew who he was. I did not, but he seemed familiar. I felt safe with him.

I was then taken to another room, bright and spotless. Another man awaited me. He was a doctor. I was left alone with him as he examined me. All he did was, as I remember it, press a button and the bed I lay on scanned me and a diagnosis came up. I kept looking on his face. He had brown eyes, and like a raised ridge over the nose. I felt my own nose to see if I had a similar ridge, but I felt nothing.

The doctor took me back to the great room where he waited for us. He had his hood down and I could see his face. He was tall with dark shoulder length hair, and with the most sparkling blue eyes I have ever seen. He also had a ridge over his nose.

All who I could see had dark skin, but not black. They talked and looked over me. I later learned that they saw each other as brothers, even though they were not.

When I was out walking with F’rell everyone looked at me with kindness and curiosity. They all knew I was from a different planet. They later told me that they had visited our planet once or twice.

Somehow I started to eat with them. Not the first ones I met, but there were three others. An older lady, and old man and a young boy. We were in a small room compared to the big building I had first come to, but it was cosy. We all eat some sort of vegetable stew.

‘We are not from your galaxy. We are from much further away, but we travel far and wide. Our planet is about the same size as yours, perhaps slightly larger. There is an ocean of islands, of which one belongs only to Sh Ch Ki. We used that island when we wanted to be alone. The planet is protected by an invisible force field which protects us from another species who wishes to eradicate us. We are stronger and more intelligent than them. There are rivers, fish in the sea, trees and diverse plants and animals, even if nothing is similar to yours. Some trees have almost blue leaves. We also have a sun and a moon,’ F’rell told me as we washed ourselves.

We bathed in a pool of something strange, as I felt a light tingle over my whole body. It was very refreshing.

We do not use cars. We have small vehicles which fly to where we wish to go. They have a humming sound. We also have cities where we trade. Our planet is not unlike yours, but we are more advanced. No one smokes, and we do not consume meat. We drink, but never in excess. I cannot remember what fuel source we use, but we have no pollution. One day there was a storm on the planet. It lasted several days. No one dared to go outside during the storm-it was much too dangerous.

As I lay on the medical examining table the doctor must have done something, because I could understand their language. Ch’Ki asked me many questions, but I could not answer all of them because the others had messed about with my memory.

It was not until much later I started to remember things. F’rell grew annoyed with me because he thought that I tried to avoid him. I was annoyed at him because he did not believe me. He got so angry because I dared to raise my voice to him, so that I ended up back in that small room. It was not long until I was escorted to a small room where they all sat waiting for me. They gave me some sort of vegetable stew again. They were all kind to me, but I could not see on his face if he was still unhappy with me. It was not until I started eating that his expression changed into a smile. I gawked as he smiled. The stew was so hot from spices that all I wanted was something to drink. Everyone laughed at me, so I could not help but to laugh at myself. It was the beginning of our friendship. I suppose I should tell you their names, but I cannot place the tongue right, so I will translate them as well as I can into our language.

Sh Ch Ki means “My lord”, which is his title.

F’rell is his name.

L’ell is the lady

Sh’tare is the young boy.

L’kia is the old man.

I cannot quite remember the doctor’s name because he was like a brother to Sh Ch Ki. I am not sure where to start the story of my life with F’rell and the others, because I am not sure if you want to know.

We live in some kind of fortification, with guards not far away. The building is very dark, and it is made out of some sort of stone. It does not look very inviting, but it was not meant to. Apparently it was built a hundred years ago when F’rell’s ancestors ruled the planet as tyrants, until the death of his father.

F’rell was around twelve years old when he inherited the title. He was raised by L’ell and L’kia who trained him to be hard but fair. He still has a bad temper, but L’kia spoke with him now and then to sort things out. I did not see much of him during the day. Especially during the mornings as he was always in meetings with the High Council, trying to understand what was happening around the planet and making certain decisions. That was the only room I was not allowed to visit. No woman was, unless she had special permission by the court, and then she had to wear a cloak from head to foot.

If nothing special was happening, F’rell would often leave the meetings and we went to sit under the old tree by the river. Sometimes he showed me the inside of the building. Most rooms were very large, and seemed devoid of comfort and love. He was uninterested by them, and used to walk off.

You remind me of him slightly, with the way you walk with steps of authority. I tried to keep up to him in vain. Sometimes he took my hand and pulled me along with a smile on his face.

It was decided by L’kia that I would be taught to write their language as F’rell sat in his meetings. It wouldn’t have been so bad except that I had to sit next to Sh’tare, who could be a mischievous little monkey. To read their language was not like words, but more like symbols or letters. It is very difficult to learn their language because so many letters look so similar.

I do not know how much more you would like to hear. I could tell you a lot more. About when F’rell and I united–we married. F’rell drank enough to shake the earth. I don’t know what you would like to know.

Sometimes I sat under a tree with F’rell as the river passed us by. I kept splashing F’rell, which did not amuse him. He picked me up and threw me into the river. Then he jumped in after me.

Sh’tare was educated to follow in L’kia’s footsteps. He was only eight years old, but already possessed an aura of wisdom. He was an orphan, and L’kia looked after him. L’kia knew that the boy would be the one to take over when the time came.

L’kia and L’ell were old, but I cannot say how old as I never asked them. But we had a gardener who was a wonderful man. He was 113 years old when he passed away. He had fallen down and broken his neck. I cried, but L’kia asked me why I cried for him.

‘He has passed through time, and his journey continues,’ she said.

I had to learn things over and over again, but in a different way. It was really difficult sometimes not to cry over people who died.

F’rell took me out on a flight over the ocean once. We just hovered around there. He asked me if I could see anything, which I could not. He then landed the craft and we went over to some doors built into the cliff. It was massive inside. We sat in a capsule which seemed to float in the air. It took us deeper into the building. When it finally stopped my breath was taken away. It was like the inside of a building without walls, and you could see fishes swimming around the building itself.

I think this was the heart of their energy system, but I don’t know what it was. There were enormous tubes everywhere and the lights from some kind of computers blinked on and off continuously. I think F’rell mentioned that there were several hundred people who worked there. I only saw around half a dozen during my visit.

L’ell was always so maternal towards me, if you can put it that way. She always took care of me, and made sure everything was well. She never allowed me to help with anything. She took care of everything in the household, even if she didn’t do everything. There were others who worked there, but L’ell always cooked the food. She never allowed anyone else, although she had started to teach me. She used to make me laugh, even though I knew I shouldn’t, by the way she reprimanded F’rell after doing something stupid or for shovelling down his food. It was like he was still a little boy. He didn’t care. I think there are always such moments, no matter which world they live on.

Since I could not remember my name, F’rell received the pleasure of giving me one. He took his time, even if he later told me that he had kept the name in mind the whole time… He just wanted us to wait. It was his way of teasing or annoying us. I understand that I should try to write it down if I can. My name is S’rlian or something similar. F’rell and I loved each other so much that L’kia said it was time for us to be united. When two people were united, they could never be parted again. Not that they would want to. If one of them died, the other could never again become united.

As the time grew closer the preparations started. I started to feel nervous, because L’kia had explained what would happen. I did not look forward to that part of the ceremony. In a way I did, but not in front of the High Council. It was their custom and they never saw anything wrong with it. Normally a pair would have their whole family and friends there. Like a wedding here, but since it was Ch’Ki it had to be more official, and since F’rell did not feel comfortable with that, he decided that the ceremony would occur only in front of the Council. We would have a reception for all the others later.

The day came and L’kia had dressed himself in an ornamental cloak and then he went together with us into the temple. I thought the building would be like the inside of one of our churches, but it was not. It was a very old building, and it was very simple on the inside with only a stone altar in the centre of the great hall. As we entered I felt a great presence there. It was as if a warm and loving feeling enveloped me. I no longer felt nervous. I came to feel that presence later.

L’kia began the ceremony. He spoke for so long that I never thought he’d finish. F’rell and I stood with our faces to each other as in a trance. Then L’kia removed our cloaks and we felt the presence enclose us as we united. We made love before the Council and I did not care. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world, and I wish it had never ended.

The council did not stay, they had just ensured that we united. L’kia later grabbed us to prepare us for the reception. It was wonderful to meet all of F’rell’s friends, even if I knew a few of them already.

F’rell was not allowed to drink more than two cups of alcohol due to reasons I will get to later. In any case I thought drinking was despicable. After he had drunk one cup L’kia told him to just drink fruit juice. He did. We had two wonderful weeks on the island, just the two of us. There are lots of bits I have left out, like all the silly and lovely moments we shared, but they would be too trivial for you.

F’rell and the captain of the guards were good friends. They had trained together. One day F’rell discovered that D’rin had an affair with another woman. It was not allowed, especially since he was already united and had children. During this special day they were out hunting. They only hunted wounded animals, because they could be dangerous to people in that condition. The animal they were hunting was one of the most dangerous. They loved the thrill of the hunt, but they did not use guns. Instead they used their knives. It was like a game to them. He who first got close to the animal would kill it.

The animal was like a rhino, but it had more horns or tusks or both. I only saw one at a distance. F’rell said they were almost blind, their hearing was bad, but their sense of smell was brilliant. I do not remember who killed it in the end, but they returned to the guard quarters to celebrate. I don’t know how F’rell got drunk, because he knew that he shouldn’t drink more than a certain amount. D’rin was also drunk, and it was then that F’rell discovered it. He became so angry that they started to fight. D’rin pulled out his knife and attacked F’rell, and he grabbed his arm. At that moment F’rell had also pulled out his knife, and he stabbed D’rin in the chest. He fell to the floor. F’rell just left the rooms and left him where he lay. I only got to know all of this much later, when F’rell knew that he could tell me, but it was not the end of the matter. F’rell was still angry when he got home. I was in bed when I heard him shouting. I went out to see what the noise was.

F’rell was arguing with L’kia, and he asked him to move out of the way. When I saw him he did not at all look like the F’rell I knew and loved. Stupidly I went to him because I saw blood running down his body. He looked down at me and grabbed my arm. L’kia tried to go in between but F’rell just pushed him to the side. He dragged me into the bedroom, I did not stand a chance. He was much too strong–he was like an animal. I can’t remember how long it lasted–I fell unconscious.

When I woke up Sh’ban was looking down at me. I was in the medical room. Sh’ban had repaired me physically, but my psyche was something else. I couldn’t speak to anyone as I was in too much shock. Then L’kia carried me to the temple. I was put towards the altar. L’kia sat on my side and looked straight into my eyes, as if his gaze could pierce deep into me. Then I felt the presence again. It enveloped me, warm and pleasant. Then it went into my head and my whole body. It was a wonderful feeling. L’kia still looked into my eyes. I could see him speaking, but couldn’t hear him. My soul was starting to clear up again. When it was over L’kia looked exhausted. We remained for a while as L’kia recovered, then he took me home. I knew that I had to speak with F’rell, but he wasn’t there.

Apparently he had put himself before the Council to answer for his actions. Even if he was Ch’Ki he was not immune to punishment. The High Council ruled that D’rin’s death was in self-defence, but what he had done to me would now be ruled on by the Council. They could punish him if I wanted it, but I didn’t. I just wanted to find F’rell, which I did.

I should have understood that he would go to the island. I nagged L’kia to let me go to him. Finally he relented, but said that he would come with me. When we arrived we found F’rell sitting by the edge of the lake. He stared out into the thin air. He seemed lost. I sat down and put my hand over his. He grabbed it, and pulled me to him. I knew then that everything would be alright, and it was. Or I should say that it was for two years after that horrible night.

I told F’rell the good news that I was pregnant. We never thought we would conceive.

F’rell was busy as usual when the news came of an earthquake in the west quadrant. There had been an unusually difficult storm this year with extensive flooding. As usual F’rell took no time to rest. He and Sh’ban went there to help. I wanted to come along, but of course I was not allowed. I was in the sixth month then, and women there normally give birth after seven.

Sh’ban said he didn’t know when I would deliver since I wasn’t from T’Caana. But from all the scans it looked like I was getting there. We knew that it would be a boy, and F’rell was ecstatic since he found out he would have a son to secure the bloodline. He already had a name ready, but he did not tell me it. I nagged him to tell it to me. Finally he said he would tell me when he got back. I stared at him, and he just laughed in his teasing manner.

He said he would not be gone for long. I loved him so much.

It was three weeks later that I got the news that F’rell had been seriously wounded. He was on his way home. I didn’t care that I was getting close to the birth, I had to go to him. Apparently he had told Sh’ban that he’d take the ship with the other workers while Sh’ban stayed to keep working things out, because he wanted to get back to me as soon as possible.

They later told me that the ship had somehow lost its power. I never got a chance to say farewell or tell him how much I loved him. He would never get to hold his son, and neither would I. Then I went to see his dead body.

Now I just need to tell you how I died… One week later I gave birth to our child. I had a dreadful time. I kept thinking about how much I missed F’rell. I could not stop crying, and I did not care about what L’kia had once said. Sh’ban held the child before me, but I was too weak to hold him. He was a copy of F’rell with wonderful eyes, but he missed one thing. He did not have the ridge across the nose. In that way he looked like me. I started to shake. I grew cold. Then everything went dark. I have told you everything now. There is nothing left to be said.

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