Elaine Thompson
International Clairvoyant Medium and Telepath
author of "Voices From Our Galaxy" and New Book ‘To Andromeda and Beyond’

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Chapter 8 - First Contact
It was a glorious day. The air smelt of fresh clean washing, the birds sang for me and high in my cottage on the hilltop, everything was in harmony. Seven o’clock came and went as the pile of ironing grew bigger and bigger, and still I worked on, determined to get everything done by the end of the day. At almost nine in the evening I was walking through the kitchen with a basket full of the never-ending sheets, when a strange feeling overcame me, and I felt compelled to sit down. I recognized it at once; sometimes, when I promised to sit and talk with my guides, and forgot, I would suddenly feel a huge change in my energy which forced me to stop whatever I was doing. Somehow they could influence my energy field so that I couldn’t think straight or continue with whatever job I was doing. This was one such occasion, and so I knew someone wanted to talk to me urgently.

I ran into the bedroom, muttering, ‘All right, all right, I’m coming’, grabbed my hand held tape recorder and jumped into bed, fully clothed. Sitting with my back up against the headboard, duvet pulled snugly around me, I turned on the tape, and closed my eyes.

Within seconds of preparing myself with my usual prayer, I heard a strong voice in my inner mind. I knew it was not one of my guides, and with ears pricked, I listened eagerly to find out if I was going to go into trance, or perhaps something else would happen?

‘We come from realms you do not know of, and we bring greetings. I come to tell you of your future. You will have a house of Light, high on a hill, and there you will create a place where people will come to be healed’. The voice, deeper and more resonant than a church bell, continued on and on, leaving pauses between the words, so I could repeat them into the tape recorder.

‘We are from The Galactic Federation, and we are sent here to help mankind.

I am Commander of an Intergalactic Task Force, present around planet Earth to be of assistance to humanity. You are not the only one we speak to. There are many all around the world who will hear us, and there will be other places such as yours’.

At this point, it was hard for me to believe what I was hearing, but as an unwritten rule, I removed all judgement and listened on. The message lasted for almost forty-five minutes, and finished in a spectacular way. The being must have known that I was couldn’t believe he was from some other planet, so he paused, and I felt a strong tingle start in the crown of my head, and ripple down my body. Then I began to spin. My body was still, but internally, it was as if I was spinning at high speed on a children’s merry-go-round, or in the vortex of a tornado. I began to feel disorientated and nauseous. Instantaneously and as if by magic, the sensations stopped abruptly.

‘I am sorry I had to do that. I understand how your body feels. I superimposed my energy field over yours, in order that you understand absolutely that I am real, and this is not an illusion. It was necessary for you to feel my energy pattern, and know that I am not of this planet Earth’.

I felt as if my jaw had dropped to the floor, and even felt embarrassed at the thought of telling anyone. Who would believe me? I had never even heard of this ‘Galactic Federation’. Was it some big joke, or a test from my guides? I spent hours wondering about it, and yet it was a clear and tangible sensation that I felt, and the message was absolute and unmistakable. Where was this house on the hill? It was obviously not on the hill where I lived now. Could it be the house I had seen in my original vision?

It could, and it was.

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