9 PM, October 2, 2004, my Granny and I climbed into my Jeep for our journey back to the Northeastern Mountains of California. But before doing so, out of habit I put the trip odometer to O, filled up with gas, and checked all the fluids. When we started our journey home we were just outside of Las Vegas, Nevada.
We had just spent the past three weeks in North Las Vegas, enduring some very intense and paranormal experiences that had set my mind, body and spirit on fire. My entire consciousness was packed with many unanswered questions that would not go away. There were numerous experiences that I lived and learned from during that time, and I wondered what the overall outcome would be. But what happened on our way home far surpassed anything that we encountered during our stay in Southern Nevada.
Our sudden departure from North Las Vegas was anything but planned. Evolving extenuating circumstances made it necessary. My Grandmother and I were living in crowded temporary quarters, but that was OK. What wasn't OK was the fact that I was exposed to an extremely nasty situation … a mother's blatant abuse of her children. I made up my mind that I must address the situation for the benefit of the children, but dealing with an abuse case while living in close proximity with the abusive mother was not an option. I was not concerned that the mother might kill any of her children. If I had been, I would not have left, and timing to leave couldn't have been worse ... at least I don't think so.
My Jeep has a large v8 engine and fulltime four wheel drive, and it averages 18 miles to the gallon on the highway. I was fairly certain that I didn't have enough money for fuel, but I needed to help the children, and I had to do that from home. But I built in a safety factor for them before leaving. I made arrangements with a couple of trusted people to watch over the children from a distance, and asked them to call the police if things got out of hand.
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After filling up my Jeep with fuel I called a friend of mine that lives near me in the Modoc National Forest area of California. I let him know that I was leaving Las Vegas, and that I was going to stop at his home on the way to mine. We estimated my time of arrival and said good-by.
My intent was to drive all night, and then pull over at Walker Lake, Nevada to get a few hours of rest. I estimated that part of the trip would take me at least eight to nine hours of driving time, and that the rest of the trip would take about four.
We had been on Highway 95 for about one hour and fifteen minutes when I decided to stop to get some food and top off the gas tank. By the time I finished taking care of my Granny, her dog and got a fresh cup of coffee, I had killed forty-five minutes, which put us back on the road at 11:11PM. I was in the process of thinking about all that had taken place over the past three weeks when I noticed a sign that stated I was approaching the last turn off for Area 51. I looked over at my Grandmother and said, "If I had the money for extra gas, I'd drive out there and camp. I'd like to check things out around there."
She looked at me and said, "Well next time."
I looked back at the road sign and said, "Well prove it to me then." My mind was still working on the realities of why I left, and if I should've left. I am the kind of woman that wants proof to know that I am on the right path, so it was not a surprising statement.
My Grandmother said, "Prove what, Johnaleen?"
I told her that I was asking the cosmos to prove to me that I am on the right path. Should I be going home right now? Should I be leaving all of those abuse issues behind? I also told her that I was worried that we would not have enough money to get home.
Granny knows me well and said, "Awwwww, understood."
Then she made her standard comment, "Don't worry. I have faith in you, and I know you will do it."
At that moment I checked at the clock again, and I'm not sure why. Habit I guess, because it was still 11:11. When I turned my attention back out the front window I saw the sign for the Area 51 turnoff, and that is when I felt an amazing change. It was utterly fantastic. I was still trying to understand what happened when I looked at the clock again … and I was astonished to see that it was 1:45 AM.
I looked over at my Granny and said, "Did you feel that?"
She just looked at me, so I said, "We just past the Area 51 sign, right?"
"Yes. Why?"
My entire body lit up, and began to tingle as this incredible energy flowed through it. I couldn't have been looking at my Grandmother for more than a couple of seconds, and when I turned to look back out the windshield I saw a sign that said Walker Lake, Nevada, 11 miles!
Now it takes eight to nine hours to get to Walker Lake from Vegas, so let's just think about this for a minute. I wasn't driving over 65 miles per hour, I had not stopped for gas since I fueled up when I was an hour and a quarter out of Vegas, and my tank was still more than half full. I grabbed my coffee to take a sip and burned my mouth. It was still hot! My mind was spinning and I just stared out the windshield in utter amazement.
11 miles later, at 2:11 AM, I stopped the jeep at Walker Lake and set up camp. I was amazed! I made an eight to nine hour trip in only four hours of driving time. Wow!
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During the whole time it took me to get a fire started, I couldn't think about anything else other than what we had experienced. Granny always seemed to take things in stride, and it didn't take her very long to fall asleep after she sat down near the fire. But it was a different case for her dog. He was acting very strange, and would not settle down, which is highly unusual for him. This dog does not do much of anything except eat and sleep with Granny. But not that night! I had to put him back in his bed at least ten times before he finally settled down.
As for me, sleep couldn't have been further away. My mind was still going a hundred miles an hour. I could not get it off of what we had just experienced. I mean, who could under the circumstances … except for Granny? My God, how could it be? I left Vegas at 9 PM. I stopped for gas once and was back on the road by 11:11. How could I possibly make it this far so fast? And what about my gas? I didn't use nearly enough fuel to get to Walker Lake. What in the heck was going on? I could not account for two hours and thirty-four minutes of traveling time, and my odometer was over 200 miles short of what it should have been!
I couldn't think all that clearly because my body was still tingling, and I had goose bumps all over me. In fact my hair had static running through it, and was standing on end.
I know that nothing had malfunctioned on the jeep. I just had it serviced, and three weeks before that I had everything thoroughly checked before making the trip to Vegas. I also knew that I could not have driven almost 350 miles, using approximately ten gallons of gas. The math was easy. My jeep doesn't get better than 18 miles to the gallon.
Let's analyze this for a few seconds. I left Vegas at 9:00 PM, the dinner stop near Area 51, took 45 minutes, and I arrived at the Walker Lake camp site at 2:11 AM. When I was on the highway I maintained 65 miles an hour, but I had to slow down going through Beatty, Tonopah, Mina, and Hawthorn, not to mention the other whistle stops that I had to drive through … so let's assume that I was able to average 50 miles per hour. Divide that into 350 miles, the distance from Vegas to Walker Lake, and you get seven hours. But let's not forget that I need to add to that the 45 minutes that Granny and I spent getting food and fuel near Area 51. Add seven hours and forty-five minutes to 9:00 PM, the time I left Vegas, and that means I should have arrived at Walker Lake at 4:45 AM. Also, consider this … how come my coffee was still hot enough to burn my mouth when I saw the sign indicating 11 miles to Walker Lake?
I sat down by the fire and began to breath deeply to calm myself for meditation. I was focusing on the brightest star above me when I transitioned out of body, and I looked down at myself sitting by the fire. I could feel the healing energy begin to course it's way through my body. Soon, balance came back, and then I developed an awareness of what had taken place. I knew what had happened, and I was on the path to remembering the gifts that I had been given. I had asked for proof back at the Area 51 sign, and I got it … instantly! I entered a vortex, or a gate, or a portal, and was whooshed through a time warp.
As far as I know there was no contact during event, but I do remember at the time that I felt very elated. Then something else entered my mind. I had no clue how long the encounter actually lasted. It could have been years, or minutes. Think about this. Whatever or whoever took Granny, the dog, me and the jeep, and plopped us back on to Highway 95 right near the camp site where I had planned to stop, has to be very sophisticated. And it is not beyond logic that whatever or whoever it was, could also manipulate time. Right?
As the sun began to work its way over the horizon, I felt myself sink into sleep, and back into my body. We were back on the road at about 9:30 AM, and I stopped for gas a few hours later. When we arrived at my friend, Rick Springer's home, he was totally blown away. Rick is the Author of "Excuse me Mr. President", and he could not believe how fast we had made it there! After I showed him my gas receipt and my mileage count, he looked over at the Jeep and said, "J, your chariot is clean! What did you do, wash it just outside of Gerloch?"
I told him, "Nope! I washed it in Vegas the morning before we left."
After leaving Rick's place I stopped to see Genica, another friend of mine. When I told her that I had just driven back from Vegas, she looked at me in a funny way and said, "Why is your car so clean?"
After I told her everything that had happened, she sat in my Jeep and said, "It even smells clean!" I found her statement very interesting. Both Granny and I smoke, and the dog definitely smells like a dog. Furthermore, when I had the Jeep washed, only the outside was done. All I did was clean out the trash and pack up for the trip home. The Jeep should have at least smelled like tobacco, because when she made the statement, I looked down at the ashtray … and it was full!
October 6, 2004
I have finally had time to desensitize my self and think more clearly about the trip home. I've also made arrangements to have the Jeep serviced. In addition, I have been able to make contact with my spirit over the past two days. I had to because I wanted to make sure that there was no question in my mind about what happened on the way back from Las Vegas.
Yes, the knowing is there, and yes I gained from the experience in a huge way! What took place on the way home was amazing, and I am just starting to become aware of the impressions that were instilled in me when I made contact. I also received a boot in the butt that I must continue to teach the 111 DNA Star Person encoding concepts. I received affirmation that I must follow the path through the Native American tribes to obtain stories of our linage, and first visit to Earth after the last ice age.
October 8, 2004
I took the Jeep to get it serviced today. It is interesting to note that when I left for Vegas three weeks ago, I was 1100 miles short of the magical "mileage" to get it serviced. The serviceman told me that I had only gone 100 miles over the magical mileage. Now I ask you, how could I have put only 1200 miles on the Jeep while making that round trip? I drove 922 miles to get down to Vegas (I made a side trip on the way down to see my son), drove the Jeep for three weeks while in Vegas, and then the return trip home. Amazing! Isn't it?
In addition, I asked my trusted serviceman to check the speedometer and odometer to make sure that they were working properly. He ran the test and told me that the computer driving them was functioning correctly, and that nothing was wrong with the Jeep. Then I told him what I experienced on the way home. He looked at me and said, “Well, that’s what happens sometimes when you drive through that part of the desert." Then he smiled as he handed me a bill for $38.11.
October 9, 2004
I have gained confirmation as to who I am, and the message I give to you now … we are all part of the whole. I, as an individual, am nothing. Sometimes that statement is misunderstood and taken to mean that I have low self-esteem. But that couldn't be further from the truth, and I make this statement in the Taoist sense … my physical form here means nothing. You may ask why? The answer is simple. The real importance lies within the spirit. The spirit housed in the human body and mind has a task, and is part of a much larger whole than most of us can conceive or comprehend.
That statement also goes for me. I am still working to understand how large the whole is. The experience that I had on the way home, and all that happened in Vegas has proven to me that I am on the right path. I also realize that I am being pushed to teach for the benefit of the whole.
The learning and teaching of these concepts has been my path from the day my spirit conceived, and accepted its part in helping bring forward the evolution of the whole. The nothingness of the body allows the spirit to learn the lessons it must in order to accomplish the task it agreed to perform before coming to this world. And that process is linked to everything in the cosmos, which moves towards fulfilling the evolutionary process of the whole. I shiver when I realize how intense this reality is, and how much responsibility lies on each of the spirits that are working to fulfill this karma.
I understand that my spirit and I are one, flowing through this life, living the experience as the lifetime student, and always the teacher. At the same time that I am here in body, my spirit lingers at the edge, coming back and forth between the dimensions of the cosmoses.
This is my spirit's karmatic path, and this life is the last in my physical journey. My education has been completed, and I am now the lifetime student who has evolved into the teacher of the concepts.
Many take karma to mean something that has to be paid back for things you have done in a past life. You must understand that is not the only intent of karma. Each spirit has an accepted job to perform, which is taken on before it comes into the body. The accepted path or part of helping the evolutionary process is the price that each spirit has to pay for coming to this physical plane of existence. This is the spirit's accepted karmatic path. In addition, it is more about what you did not do in the life before that makes you come back and live in body again. Many of us can do the job we need to do in the first life if we are in touch with our body, mind and spirit. But, if we fall into the path of denial, and don't perform as required, then we have to come back to do it again until we get it right. When that happens, we hold up others, simply because they did not get to complete their mission that was tied to ours. In addition, sometimes a spirit has to come back because the lessons it has to learn are so large that it takes many life times to learn them in their entirety, and that must be done before they can be taught.
My spirit is one of those that have spent its lives learning certain lessons that must be taught to others so they can evolve on the evolutionary chain. Yes, the responsibility for some spirits can seem larger then others. But honestly, that’s just an individual perception because each spirit's piece of the evolutionary chain is equally important, and no one can evolve without each job being complete.
In addition, the spirit's goal is to bring the cosmos toward its evolution of the whole, while on a positive healing level. That’s why the spirit is here. This planet and the humans on it were about to die out. When the sprit came into the body, higher intelligence came with this melding of body, mind and spirit … and started that evolutionary process.
Everything is a type of energy, and everything that is energy lives in a host. Our body has blood cells, microbes, and so forth. All of those elements are individual life forms, living in a host. However, these elements / life forms do not have a spirit or soul.
A few weeks back, while having lunch with a few metaphysical people, a palm reader looked at my hands. Suddenly, in a very shocked and surprised voice she said, “Oh my!” I looked back at her, smiled and said, “Oh cool!”
She looked deep into my eyes,
and said, "You leave body a LOT, don't you? The lines in your hands show it, and its almost like you're always on the verge of leaving body, or gone."
I looked at her and said, "Yes."
This somewhat shocked her,
and she said, "Its amazing that you have such a grasp on this skill."
"Well, after you've lived 11 lives, you should have a grasp on something!"
We both laughed. There were other people sitting at the table when we had this conversation, and the look on their faces was utter amazement!
Many people have asked me what it is that I teach? I teach what life has taught me. I teach whatever Spirit guides me to teach. I teach what my body, mind and spirit perceive as a whole, the concepts of the oneness, the whole of energy for all beings to bring forth the positive healing and evolution of the spirit and mankind.
Throughout my life I have been asked by many, “Who are you, and what do you want to do in this life?” It's not who I am that matters. It's what my spirit has to do to fulfill its karmatic path. It has to come first. My body is just its temporary house. The mind is just the chemical machine for the body’s existence.
The spirit is the consciousness that allows us to have intelligence.
What I have evolved into, and what I am right now is a teacher. It's what my spirit needs me to be to fill the path that I accepted 11 lives ago.
I AM…..
I am the Beauty, the Secret and the Mystery dancing in the unknown,
discovering the gift of life.
I am, I was and will always be a healer,
a seer and a woman of knowledge following her intuition.
I pass the borders of limitation in mind, body and Spirit, to accept the freedom of the soul. I am part of the Earth, the Stars and the Void.
To honor, share and teach the sacredness of being human with the spirit guiding from within my nothingness, bringing utter freedom and joy.
Written: October 9, 2004
Authoress: Johnaleen Castro
CEO/FATE Organzation
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Editor: Rod Davis
Author: River of Fear, Encounters
