Just Another ET Surgery

I’ve been making really great progress on the book – a story of my lifetime of contact with extraterrestrials and other non-human intelligence. I must say though, everyday when I write it’s like extreme and accelerated therapy and healing as I review my journals and weave it all together. I’m working with the year 1996 now. I have to be selective because there are too many incidents during this phase. Below is one that I added to the book today. Quite often I found myself on operating tables. [Sign up for my newsletter here. I’ll be more active with these when the book is complete and I go public. Thanks so much!]


Journal Entry: November 17, 1996 – San Diego, CA

Got home from the gig last night around 1 am. My son woke me up around 9. We ate breakfast and I decided to go for a walk. I started to change my clothes but became overwhelmingly tired and crawled back into bed. I had a series of “can’t move, no energy, exhausted” dreams. Suddenly I became lucidly aware of being on a table, face down. I can’t tell if I’m still in my room or in another operating room. In my mind’s eye, I could see several tall beings around me, discussing the procedures they would be performing on me. They looked sort of human, but they weren’t. They aren’t familiar to me, like the others.

They started the procedure through my back and behind my heart. It felt like highly-pressurized energy pouring in and then oozing into the realm of my head, neck shoulders and arms. They discussed something else about the next area, and then went for it. It was painful. It felt like a scalpel incision across the width of my mid-back. At this point I was very afraid and started to pray inside – no known phrases, just a focus on God and asking him to care for me. The female voice was strong behind my right ear, making a statement about timing in my life. She said something about “after June 2nd” things would really get going. Not her words. My paraphrase. These beings were very strong and almost emotionless with a very specific job to do. I remembered later that they did ask for my permission to proceed. It was put in a personal way, like, “Are you ready for the next phase?” Apparently I said yes.

A Message to You: As the 3D Movie Ends, A Vote and a Prayer

There’s a lot happening now that you might not be aware of if you get your news from the world out there. Waves of people are waking up. The contactees or star-seeds are coming out of the space-closet now. It’s here that most of our embedded lives have been dedicated to tiptoeing amongst the sleeping masses – hanging out in the middle ground of the theater, so as not to disturb you, or distract you from the show. But I think we all know we’re in the final moments of the old story now. We can tell by the way the music has shifted and all of the unsightly, disconnected plot threads appear to “get it” and willingly bend into the end. When the cosmic, ocean waves crash on our shore, no matter the skin in the game, we can’t help but hum along with the final refrain. This is really happening.

theendHave you ever been so engrossed in a movie that when you realize its ending, for a moment you have to think about who you are, where you are, and what’s next?  After projecting ourselves into the show for so long, many of us have trouble finding our balance, and recalling even our basic sense of identity. That movie was so real! It actually felt like I was the main character!

What you are witness to in your outer world now is the result of the vacuum left behind – after the movie stops and the movie-projectionists have departed. It almost feels like we were duped by the unseen writers and production crew. Are we victims because they made it so believable? No. You’re still here. They are not. No need to concern ourselves with who those behind-the-scenes characters were, where they went and what they’re doing now. We could use our energy to generate a big fuss, raise our fists and shout in rage, “They manipulated us and they need to pay!” But that would be yet another distraction – another developing plot out of an old, tired story. Instead, it’s all about you now. Yes, the spotlight is on you. Do you know who you are? Do you know what you want? This is the basic foundation for building a natural life, in the natural world, with your natural self now.

What happens when a power vacuum develops out of the spectrum of consciousness that we once referred to as “normal”?  Turn your news channels on. Insanity is what happens. This topic was first given in messages here over 10 years ago. At this “20-teen” calendar timing, Human Beings would begin to lose their minds – their outer-world identities and roles that were born from limited, 3D conditioning and consciousness. When 3D frames, models, revenue streams, and identities begin to dissolve, who are you? This is where to put your attention now. Know thyself. Know thy frequency – beyond the theater you had once inserted yourselves within. Show’s over. House lights are up. Take your eyes off the screen. Return the attention to your bodies, and feel your butt in the chair. The movie plot suggested that you were worthless, or didn’t even exist unless you squished yourself into the short list of available roles and dialog. You did your best to comply… to survive. Now that the show is over, bring your attention to your heart. Who are you? How do you identify? Is your heart male or female? There are others in the theater around you. What color are their hearts? Black? White? Red? Yellow? Brown?

Bypass the bullshit
Identify as Universal

In the vacuum you will find the emergence of what used to be the middle managers here – realizing that in this election, there is great power to be had and taken. Some of you are in shock and disbelief that these are your current choices for leadership. Do you know that they are as equally shocked as you? And now they see how easy it is to step in and receive humanity’s massive amount of unclaimed or disowned power. They get it now, and they’re more than happy to take charge of you – not for your benefit, but their own. They quite easily harness your apathy and anger. It helps to feed their machine.

Please understand this. The ones who want to be your leaders in America right now don’t know their hearts, much less yours, or how Universal Love even works. They also don’t know – without the direction of off-planet CEOs and program developers – how to manage you.

Out of habit, we are literally handing over our minds, our hearts, and our lives to a small group of people who are a product of a small, specialized spectrum of a bygone reality. How do they do this? It’s because we don’t fully know who we are. We haven’t fully owned and acted from our own heart and natural-state wisdom. Even so, our potential leaders mirror and somewhat amplify this fragmented consciousness – a dis-integration from the Universal power and clarity of  Heart, Honor and Truth. Unless we take the reins and demonstrate this integrated power in our own lives, and demand it from them, we are doomed to unconsciously repeat what we just emerged from.

With the exception of a very few on your political “Hill” and State platforms, most of these government characters were not indoctrinated into what is real and what is natural. They were “raised” within a different kind of reality – one that trained them to manage all of you – as human resources. We are the ones, who through conditioning, were temporarily knocked “offline” from our Truth. A politician’s compassion is minimal. Even if they emerged from our roots, once indoctrinated into the Hill mentality, they can no longer relate to your lives and concerns. These middle managers have overly-developed egoic minds. They are told from day one that they are “special,” and above you. They are taught to treat you as animals who need to be fed, watered, and worked. Still, they are not all horrible people. Some are more conscious caretakers. And some have the potential to activate their hearts again, just like you. But it’s solely up to you to recognize which ones have the potential, and proceed in educating them – by example.

It’s all up to you now. Feel and activate your hearts so you can step into leadership of your own lives. Remember though, you may feel disoriented for a time, as you have been sitting in a dark theater, watching this monumental 3D program come to a close. You have been so engrossed in the fascinating characters and plot lines that you forgot yourself. You lost yourself in all the twists and turns of the plot – the good guys and bad guys, and the dazzling drama of it all. Some of you will linger in the theater, still stuck on watching the credits roll – needing to know who the director was, the producer, the writer, the special effects teams. It doesn’t really matter at this point. None of them will work again in this reality.

Just move. Get up! Make your way out of the dark theater now, throw away your trash, and adjust your eyes to the light. This epic sci-fi movie is over. You get to decide what’s next. Will you create from the egoic state, choose egoic leaders, and repeat the same, unconscious movie over again? Or will you snap out of it, activate your heart, and dedicate yourself to wholly and actually living? You have everything you need to do so. It is accessed within.

You’re at the crossroads. It truly is time to decide now – not only on whether you want to go back and repeat the same limiting choices in life, but also how you will vote in your upcoming 2016 election. Not voting is for not-bodies. It means that you agree that you are no-body, irrelevant, and powerless. Apathy becomes your identity. It’s actually a far more dangerous stance to take than you might realize. If you don’t vote, it’s actually your vote to return to the dark theater of 3D (they’re already queuing up in the next parallel reality over). And this next movie will take you even further into the exploration of limitation. Apathetic, non-actions are still heard by the Universe. Apathy is just another way to unconsciously surrender your power to those that do know what they want, and they require submissive bodies like you – for their next virtual-world project.

Indeed, there is no one running for President now who represents anything close to my values. Below is a prayer. I will be voting and applying these suggestions in my life, yet know that this message came specifically to me, to pass onto you. When you do vote – in whatever country and whatever timing – even though you don’t feel aligned with them now, say out loud your prayer and intent. Make up your own wording. Be creative. Below is simply a suggestion. Utilize as much warm, heart energy that you can generate. Fully feel it and state this out loud, even if you are just mouthing words under your breath. Speaking truthful feelings out loud awakens the heart, and has far more power than silent thoughts in the linear mind.

As you vote by mail or from the voting booth…

Yes, here is the mark of my awakening heart. It indicates you as my choice for President (or whatever the office). Understand though, that I fully expect you and your team members to remember and activate the fullness of your hearts too. If you are elected, you will act on the foundation of Love, interconnectivity and responsibility to All – including Planet Earth. If you do not recognize Love as the driving force in this reality now, you will not be given the privilege of continuing your term. Make no mistake, we’re all waking up fast. In this interim, disorienting time, you must wake up too, and lead us accordingly and benevolently. I choose Love, and I am joining and voting with a humanity that chooses and embodies Love – NOW.

Make your vote count by making them accountable to Love. Best wishes to every awakening heart. ~ EM

[This message arrived in the ways I have grown accustomed to throughout my life – feelings, images, and tones. I was taught how to translate or decode the frequencies. I post this here for you.]

Intelligent Frequency


“The lifetime schedule with this Loving Intelligence was intense. The Love seemed to arrive in planned gradations of pure energy. Sometimes it arrived in the forms of tall light beings, mantids, or gray-hybrids, but mostly it was a form of intelligent frequency – that spoke to me, somehow, inside my body. All of these forms would interact with me for healings, teachings, and telepathic discussions, but it mostly revolved around assisting me – on all levels – to acclimate to more. Once a certain plateau was achieved, they wanted to remind me how to connect and commune with them, and to practice accessing more of my consciousness. It came through ET visits as well as repeated Kundalini-type episodes. Sometimes my Visitors would set off the bio-energetic episodes, and other times it would occur through an inner coaching that felt impossible to translate into words. I would try to explain it to others – how the data arrived, and what it was about – but mostly I just sounded like a blithering idiot. It was best to keep it inside – literally – inside my cells, until there was a clear way to pour, and serve it up into words. The constant throughout these interactions would be such a high pitch of vibrational energy, that I would have to cry out, “Stop! …this… is… too much!”  And they would. Until the next time, that is…”

This is an excerpt from the book that I am currently writing – describing what it’s like to try to be normal within the given program, when you’re shown – repeatedly – in your body, that we are connected to so much more. Our left-brained, patriarchal conditioning prevents us from feeling and “hearing” it.  We have to grow and activate the rest of our consciousness in order to understand and engage with this universal language and conversation. If you’d like to receive updates on when the book will be available and more, please visit my website and subscribe (free). EileenMeyer.com  Thank you!

Red Pills and Rabbit Holes

Apparently I swallowed the red pill long ago.

Below is another excerpt from my ongoing book about contact and the evolution of human consciousness. I hope to be complete with the book this month… Then onward to the editor and submission to agents and publishers.  Please visit my website to subscribe (for free) to any and all future updates. ~ Eileen



I didn’t have the luxury of settling into any worldview that had been offered to me from 3D. The same themes from the past were repeating. Oh the envy I felt watching others have enjoyable and successful lives within the bandwidth. I felt like I had been selected and plucked from the agreed-upon reality here in order to adapt to frequencies that could not help but destroy any deference I might have had to the existing game. Was that part of the plan? Perhaps. Although there were times that I screamed and begged to be free from the awareness of more. Not unlike the famous scene with Morpheus in the film, The Matrix, I begged for the blue-pill, but it never came. Why? Apparently I swallowed the red pill long ago.

“This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill — the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill — you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.”
~ Morpheus, The Matrix Movie

My rabbit-hole versions of the red pill delivered massive “data dumps,” trips through walls and windows to important roundtable meetings, and a kind of geometry-mathematics schooling in space. More times than I can count, I would awaken, unable to move, with my highly magnetized body on surprisingly, the warmest and coziest of surgical tables. Over time I understood and surrendered to the importance of their work – a busy entourage of out-of-focus, odd-looking physicians, that not only delivered a tiny hybridized being from my womb, but seemingly performed numerous upgrades on all levels of my hardware and software. All of it seemed to streamline my senses over time, as well as helped to restore a more wholistic, state of consciousness. With this came more expanded abilities – some I have been exercising. And yet some, I am aware, still remain dormant.

Say Yes

cagedwoman“There are many ways to say ‘yes’ to Source. Your greatest prison as we see it, is inside the walls of words and phrases and ideas. What happens when a prison’s walls dissolve? What happens to all of those so-called sinners resting within the cells, behind the bars of that institution? What happens when one who has been imprisoned is given sudden freedom? Well some will not see that the walls have dissolved and they may create the bars and the walls in their mind and stay. For they simply cannot believe that they are free. Well this is where you all are right now. Your walls have dissolved and you do not know it. Some of you are still waiting and praying for those walls to dissolve. Understand that you have designed your own walls and bars now to help you feel safe within what you know. And know that as we speak to you now, from our view you are huddled together in your groupings where you feel comfortable, where you feel community, where your ideas and concepts are reinforced. You are believing that you are trapped and you are praying to some outside god to come and release you, to save you. You are already free. Get up and stretch. Walk outside of your prison walls. Walk through the bars. Go and touch a tree. Talk to an insect. Greet the rest of the natural world, the balanced world. Work with the beings in the natural world to redefine yourselves as a whole being. They will assist you.”  ~ Gold Light Intelligence, 12/26/07

Descend on Me

Another excerpt from my book – describing my “mid 90’s rock and roll girl with incessant ET contact” phase.

“…Concurrently, I was keeping up with a part-time musical career and by the early to mid-90’s I was evolving into full-time collaboration and performance with original music bands. All the while the distance between everyday consciousness and hyperaware states of union was causing a great divide again within my consciousness. I was perpetually torn between using all of my energy to fit into the status quo, or loving and honoring my knowing-seeing-perceiving self that lay beyond the bandwidth of consciousness that everyone else seemed so content to remain within. If one has no contrasting reality in which to compare, I suppose it would be easy to do. Many times in my life, I begged for that low-contrast norm too, but it never came.

In the mid-90’s I brought the two worlds together in an original song that I wrote called, “Descend on Me” – a musical expose on one of my life’s most profound contact experiences that occurred in May 1991. To my surprise, the band (Modern Peasants) welcomed and collaborated on the song and it was included on our first and only CD.”

I remarried around this time – to my best friend. It didn’t last as long as I’d hoped though. In response to my dire need to be normal inside and out, I married a lovely man whose picture was in the dictionary next to the word “normal”. We bought the house with the picket fence and pink rose bushes, but my mission to normalize failed when the visits came back tenfold. Trust me, these were activities that were not conducive to traditional marriages. As you might guess, our pink roses and picket fences were eventually obliterated and we divorced 5 years later.

In and around 1997, I was completely unable to continue with the band or the day job. I had reached a breakdown of sorts. I knew that I could no longer endure the split between my outer acceptable identities and the profound and accelerated growth that had been occurring with my visitors and related ecstatic-mystical happenings. I suppose some would call this severe depression these days, but I call it a life or death stand-off with my soul…”

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Ah, the Sweetness

IMG_3151The Gold Sound Beings appeared and felt this way to me as a small child – tall and wispy with a gold-white blend, and sometimes bluish glow. Other times in my life they appeared with the same hues, but more clearly in the form of a mantis. I found that they were almost too beautiful to view with my eyes. Thankfully, seeing them with my eyes was not as important as feeling and hearing them…

The photo shows a visitor outside, hanging on the bottom of my window – just 4 feet away from me as I typed the above paragraph moments ago. (Thank you Eduardo for letting me know that she was there!)

Another excerpt from today’s work:

Writing my story is a little like translating a limitless Field of Musical tones… a feeling-knowing communion with Source light and frequency… into a tiny song with tiny little lyrics. It is why I am motivated to invite you into the symphony, rather than utilizing energy to translate into the smaller spectrum – the place where we temporarily forgot the tune and tones of our Creator. Of course we have always had glimpses of this beauty in our everyday lives, but recognize that the sweetness that is ours cannot be fully ‘heard’ under the din of our addiction, or agreement to stay small. We must choose to listen, match the resonance, and rise.   ~ Eileen Meyer