Someone asked me a while back what I would do or say if I (consciously) encountered an intelligent extraterrestial being. My first thought was that I would say something like Please forgive the odd behavior of the humans on this planet; the few brain synapses we have fire up like a really bad set of spark plugs, which is ruining our vehicle big time (Earth). My second question would be Do you know which extraterrestial race implanted the mitochondria into the Earth beings?
In 1983, a friend who also happened to be a clinical psychologist (and a really go-by-the-book one at that) apparently had had an “ah-ha” moment because he called one day to ask if I would take part in a “past life regression” study he and his partner had set up. Whoa! At that time, I was really reluctant to participate, but the offer came as a free package, so what the heck! Within a few weeks, it was my turn to go to “the chair.” I thought I’d be focusing on a pocket watch or something, but the hypnosis I underwent had nothing to do with swinging objects. My last recollection before going “under” was hearing a faint and distant voice saying “Where are you now?” and the sound of a tape recorder being switched on. Following is a synopsis of an incredible personal journey that rocked my world.
I apparently found myself as a “Medical Priestess” (with a name that sounded something like T’nak A’ashi Iya ) who had come with others to Earth in a “roundular” craft to “mine gold.” There were apparently several women who were engaging in providing medical aid/services. At one point, we came across live Earth beings who, from our perspective, were quite primitive. The males in our expeditionary group eventually insisted that we provide genetic manipulation of these “creatures.”
Somehow time speeds up (as usual in hypnotic or sleep states) and it is several years later. There was a tremendous feud going on between the males and the females in this so-called extraterrestial reconnaissance team. The Medical Priestesses had come to see the great damage these genetic experiments have wrought on these poor “children” and wanted the genetic manipulation stopped immediately. They were healers, not cripplers. The women appeared in this “past life” to have developed an extremely maternal attitude toward their progeny and were doing what they could to protect them. It was not so much the grotesque look about them (from their point of view) but their intellectual and Spiritual vacancy. The Priestesses wanted the men in the group held accountable for their misguided insistence on creating them.
Time speeds up again (perhaps by the psychologist’s suggestion?) and we women are there but the men are gone. They have left the planet; left us behind to fend for ourselves. I find myself (whoever I am) leading a large group of women and these sadly mishapen children (all of which appeared to be male). We head toward what I referred to in hypnosis as “a Boot” (which the psychologist would later suggest meant the area of the Mediterranean Sea). These Earth males have grown in strength and vitality, and we have enclosed them in large cages (don’t know how we made those!?!) since they are agressive and primitive but at the same time, the women seem to be inbreeding with them—not in the ”primitive manner” but working with “genetic energy” to enhance higher intellectual qualities and build a sustainable community.
When I came out of hypnosis, the tape was played back to me. I was stunned and right away told him that it must have been some sort of wild imaginative ride. I had to have made that up. I was actually embarrassed! My friend/psychologist smiled and said, “Don’t worry, last week we put a Nun under, and she told us all about Atlantis.” Yeah, great comfort…right.
About a year later, I was one day sitting around a pool with another friend. We somehow got onto the subject of the possibility of past lives. That’s when I rolled my eyes and said “You wanna hear a really far-out one?” He said sure, and I basically outlined the above scenario. When I was done, he said “You must have read a book called ‘The 12th Planet’…it came out a few years ago.” I told him I’d never heard of it. He looked at me with disbelief and said “Ah come on, you must have read it and maybe forgot you did. That’s got to be it!” I shot him a glance and said, “Hey! I’ve been studying Astrology for awhile…I wouldn’t let a book with a title like that slip by me!” I think he believed me. The next day, he brought the book to my home and said “Read it. We’ll talk later.”
Well, anyone who has read Sitchin’s book “The 12th Planet” will know how I felt when I was reading the pages about extraterrestials coming to earth, digging for gold, genetic manipulation, etc. So, what does all this have to do with mitochondrial DNA (MTDna)? MTDna is only passed from female to female–a matrilinear DNA component. In 1988, I started taking courses in cell biology and electron microscopy and became fascinated with the mitochondrial “power house”, which human life cannot live without. The general scientific concensus according to my investigation is that it is some sort of bacterial phenomenon that entered into a symbiotic relationship within the bodies Earth people somewhere between 200 and 300 thousand years ago.
I have thought about that hypnotic session of course many times. I’ll never know if there was any substance in this scenario I related back then. It certainly did not fit into the framework of my life, and I certainly would not be able to undergo more hypnosis since by now I have read everything I can about what is known of our “beginnings”, including the entire 12th Planet series. However, somewhere deeply inside, I suspect that our MtDNA “bacteria” are remnants of those “Medical Priestesses” who appear to have taken early Earth creatures and attempted to civilize them with their medical/genetic knowledge.
I probably just experienced a wild imaginative ride in the hypnotic state, genetic memory, or whatever. BUT, as they say, never underestimate the power of a woman (nor the mitochondrial power house she may have brought to humanity )
…kind of looks like a cradle, doesn’t it?
Worldy issues from an otherwordly perspective
