Prowling Hybrid in the Dreamy Jungle

By: Bridget Nielsen & Brazilian Hybrid Mom

My spicy moonlight meeting with Selva Alora began in a unique way.  I went to sleep after a hike through the jungle earlier that day. At the point of my deepest slumber, I got a vision of a young hybrid girl standing next to her black jaguar friend in the jungle. She presented herself next to a giant tree that had fallen, the one we had seen on our hike earlier that day.  She was very persistent that she wanted me to get up and draw her at 2AM. I told her that I'd remember what she had shown me and draw her tomorrow, but she wouldn't have it. She sent pulsating energy throughout my body~ so powerful it woke me up! She is sassy, clear, fiery and fun! I excitedly woke up and began drawing her picture. 

She's a tracker and explorer. She navigates through realities and observes people, beings, and animals to understand their nature. She does this in a very sly, camouflaged chameleon way that's beautifully unobtrusive and translucent. She holds the energy of the jaguar, being a powerful hunter of understanding.  She showed herself to me in my Maui rainforest to let me know that she'd been tracking me since I spoke with her human mom about doing this channeling process.  She presented herself to me in the black of night, tucked into my dreams, the dimensional domain where she prowls and plays.  Locationally and vibrationally she's very strongly connected to the Amazon and South America where her mom is from. She also mentioned a strong tie to the rainforests of India as well. 

Her beautiful Brazilian momma was tuning into her hybrid children while I was channeling and saw a pale girl with long curly hair before I gave her my depiction. She received her name which the little jaguar hybrid wanted to give directly to her mom: She travels between dimensions in "starlight & interwoven dimensions" and she's a Sirian Starseed Hybrid named Selva Alora. Selva meaning "of the forest" (Latin/Native/Portuguese = jungle) Alora meaning "of dreams/my dream" (African).

Her mom continued to bond and here's a taste of her expansive download with Selva. "The jaguar can navigate in the darkness or daytime without being seen unless it wants to be. It is regarded & is sacred in Brazil, as the eagle is to America & its native culture. I feel what she wanted to convey to me from the beginning when I asked what to call her is that her energetic ties, essence & strengths, like you also said, spring from the vast forces of nature stemming from the rainforests of Earth (more than one) & what those forces combined consist of. However, though nurturing those places & herself through energetic connection is important, that is not where she stays… With these driving forces as a dominant essence, limits and confinement are not a part of her being. She jumps through realities and connects all forms of consciousness anywhere through dreams. The Earth itself provides many portals to other dimensions that she travels through to explore, all the while learning and collecting the pieces of that which are hers to assist in the alignment for our evolvement process to occur... The infinite dreamtime realms and dimensions are her playground where she studies." 

"She works, shares and has a lot of fun as she learns but is also solitary and quiet in certain realms. Silence is her constant friend, and together they share many secrets! She uses her knowledge to help those who can benefit. However, ironically, the most "constant" nature of her essence is that of changes."

3 Ways to Create Your Future World (Post Dec. 21, 2012)

by Bridget Nielsen

It is just over a month since the famous "apocalyptic" Dec. 21, 2012 date, which marked the "end" of the Mayan calendar and many astrological alignments. So what now? Did anything really change? Did I miss the news of the world ending?

Looking at this date through spiritual eyes, it was indeed a death... the death of an old pattern of negativity that's been playing out on Earth since our first incarnations on the planet. This death on the winter solstice led to a rebirth, as humanity as a collective has now become slightly more positive than negative. The mere focus of so many on that day ushered in a new energy of change, even if people didn't know what it was. The laser-like focus that day changed our experiential reality.

Quantum physics teaches us that everything is now, and within that one moment there are infinite parallel realities happening simultaneously. So there is a reality, a timeline, where we did have the apocalyptic destruction of the world on Dec. 21. Whatever our imaginations can conceive is a possible reality to experience physically. So, how then did we miss California falling into the Pacific and that classic asteroid? Our consciousness shifted to a reality where that didn't happen.

In honor of the circular Mayan calendar, whose rhythms go in cycles of unending time, unlike our linear Gregorian system, I'd like to preface the rest of the post from the perspective of quantum physics. Dec. 21 and even Cloud Atlas, however choppily edited, symbolize a new way of looking at time and possible futures.

Each person shifts to a different version of Earth by whatever his or her overriding beliefs are. For most, these beliefs are deeply rooted in the subconscious and unconscious minds. When someone says, "I didn't create that negative thing to happen," in a sense, that's true. Not consciously. But on a deeper level we did. In creating our preferred future, we must bring to light our individual day-to-day beliefs that are the driving force of our lives.

The human ability to perceive more than one thing at the same time is one of the wonderful results of this "global awakening." For many, it feels like time is "speeding up." The year 2013, referred to as the "year of transformation" or the "year out of time," is our opportunity to become aware of ourselves on all levels to consciously create whatever we desire from a holistic heart space.

For me, I initially celebrated and swooned over the momentous power of Dec. 21, 2012. I felt how special this day was for humanity and breathed a sigh of relief about humanity crossing this threshold of "positivity." I thought, "Yes, I'm in the clear and out of that old world paradigm. Now I can take a little break and relax from humanity's external wars and fighting."

Over the next two weeks, finishing 2012, I could feel the grief of leaving that old world behind, however murky it may have been, but there was something more to it than my sorrow. An internal battle was brewing post A-Day ("Awakening Day"). However dominant my spiritual hopefulness was, my practical investigator side kicked in. I could feel something hidden within me that was lying about this cosmic golden ticket to a perfect world... It can't be that easy. People are still flipping each other off and shooting each other. A flick of a switch can't make things instantly better overnight. I pondered.

I sat discussing this with my dad one evening in late December. We talked about how the collective was now 51 percent positive, but he said that doesn't mean every individual is. His statement struck a chord with me. It struck lightning through my bones. I'd been riding on the coattails of the collective, but going back to quantum physics, I am the micro that creates the macro. Whatever I am individually will be projected outward and create my physical experience.

In that moment, I realized that around Dec. 21, I had just hit the 51 percent positive mark within myself for the first time in my life. This shook me deeply, because I've always prided myself on being a very nice, positive, happy person, but that isn't what true positivity is. Authentic positivity isn't just being happy, it's fully operating from love in the majority of the aspects of your life. 
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The Gift Of My Hybrid Children

by Alexandra Nielsen

Walking down a street in London last year, I felt my body being drawn like a magnet into a bookstore. I went in and was guided to what lay on a single book stand. It was as if a strobe light was highlighting this one book. As the skylight above sent glowing energy downward, it almost felt like coming upon the Holy Grail. On the stand lay a children’s book entitled “Around the World with Mouk: A Trail of Adventure.” As I held the book and felt its energy, I knew this was the first contact from my first hybrid child, “Mouk.”

Spinning a bit and feeling a little off balance, I left the store without buying the book. I knew I’d return later to buy my son’s offering. I wanted to let this settle.

A week passed and I had a dream. I was standing on a rooftop. It had an almost Mary Poppins feel to it, darkish but magical. Two children were also there, a boy and a girl, standing on the ledge of the roof. They could have been twins or very close to the same age, maybe 3 or 4 years old. At first I was scared they were going to fall. In the dream I was clearly their guardian and needed to protect them. Then suddenly they jumped to the next roof and the next ledge. It became a fun game I was playing with them. A can of paint and brushes appeared. The boy painted his face blue, the girl white.

When I awoke from the dream I sat with it for that day. I knew the boy had to have been Mouk making contact with me again. Neither the little girl’s name nor her essence was clear at the time.

Later I visited my grandson Weston in Salt Lake City. At another bookstore a paper doll book called “Fairies & Princesses” caught my eye. I knew at once this was my hybrid daughter showing me what she likes, revealing more of her personality to me. When I asked, her name simply came to me: Milky Way Light, like the stars!

In order to communicate with the hybrid children, this is what I’ve learned: It’s as easy as tuning in to wanting to understand and learn more – and asking the children to show you more of themselves. They always respond to our communications. Always. It’s up to us to unwrap the beautiful gifts they are willing to give to us.

Loud and Clear: A Message from My Hybrid Son

By: Sharon McCormick

I have a confession to make: I love Bashar. Since the day I met him, he’s been my teacher, my mentor, my friend. He literally changed my life. So how excited was I when Darryl Anka and April Rochelle invited me to a small-group private session? Beyond thrilled. Not for a nanosecond, however, did I suspect there’d be a thick layer of sweet icing on the cake.

Each of us had nine minutes to talk to Bashar. I asked if there’s anything the hybrid kids would like us to put on the website that we haven’t thought of. He’s always pushing us humans to do things ourselves rather than relying on him. He pointedly said that I can access that info myself. I said, “Okay, I’ll talk to them later.” He replied, “You can talk to them now.”

A child’s voice said, “Hello.”

You can count on one hand the number of times a hybrid child has come through in the nearly 30 years Darryl’s been channeling. I was gobsmacked. Who was this? Girl? Boy? The energy felt male but I had no idea which of my children it was.

He (or she) stressed a couple of things. One, that I always get an immediate response when I ask for communication with them, even though I’m not always open to receiving it in that moment, and that the amount of time my process takes is important.

Two, he said I can “get down on the floor with a piece of paper” and create “artistic depictions” of the kids to put on the website. We have, of course, put Bridget’s amazing art up, but I don’t have an artistic cell in my body. I’m actually quite embarrassed to post my “artwork.” But the child said that when I explore my own creativity more fully, in the way a child would, in the way they, the hybrid kids, do, then I’ll be able to hear them faster, more easily, more clearly. So I have.

Before signing off, the child confirmed that s/he is indeed one of mine.

After the session, I asked Darryl if he could describe what the child felt like. “Male teen,” he said. “Far beyond his years. Even though he knows he’s a child, he doesn’t want to be treated like one. He can take care of himself.”

“Hmm,” I thought, “sounds like it might be Albion.”

Here’s what I knew about Albion before that night: Anima said he’s 15 years old. When I asked if I should seek help from other people to communicate with my kids, Anima translated Albion’s emphatic advice: “Keep it in your own backyard!”

I myself had downloaded that, although he’s not my oldest hybrid son, he does act as big brother to the others. Protective of them but still something of a loner. He’s also a musician and plays a flutelike instrument we don’t have here.

On the way home, I stopped for gas. My car radio was not on when I pulled into the service station. Also, in this car, when you turn the ignition off, the radio goes off. I turned the car off, started the gas pumping and went back around to put my credit card away. When I opened the door, the radio was playing classical music. I’ve had the car for 2 ½ years. The radio had never turned itself on before.

I freaked, reached in and turned it off. The second I did, I realized what had happened. Albion, musician that he is, had sent me a crystal clear message: “Hi, Mom. Yes, it was I.”

Thank you, Albion, my beautiful son. My great love to you and to your siblings.

I hear you.

Anima, Part 3: Presents for the Kids

As you may recall, in December of 2009 I had a private session with Bashar (Bashar.org) and Anima, his female colleague, about my hybrid children. You can scroll down or click the Older Posts link at the bottom of the page to read Parts 1 and 2 of the transcript. More will follow.

Sharon: There was one point where the child said that they only have toys the Earth kids bring them. Is there anything I can send them from here?

Anima: We take care of that. Don’t worry about that for now. If you wish to buy something that you think they will enjoy for the future, that is up to you to buy and have in waiting. We will leave that up to you.

And so, based on Anima’s info and messages I received from the kids themselves, I did:

My Hybrid Child Experience

By: Jason Adam Friend

In 2007 I was working with my father running a bicycle shop in West Hills, CA that was our family business.  I had gone down the street to the Rite Aid to grab a pack of pens for the office.  Before I entered the Rite Aid I noticed half a dozen flashing points of light behaving most unconventionally several hundred feet above the parking lot outside the store.  I watched these objects for several minutes.  By this time such occurrences were happening multiple times a week and often multiple times per day.  Difficult for many to believe, these types of activities which society considers extraordinary and rare were becoming routine, redundant and a normal part of my reality day to day.  The novelty was beginning to wear off.  This I always felt would certainly lead to a new phase.  I was a bit short on patience because I felt they were not showing me who they were as I had hoped.  So with that, I walked into the Rite Aid and my world once again changed forever.  



There was a tall blonde woman in the Rite Aid.  She was holding the hand of a young girl who seemed based on stature to be about ten to twelve years old.  When I first saw them they were in the aisle where the store kept all the Hallmark cards.  As I passed on my way to the office supply aisle something seemed out of place.  It was the way this woman was showing this little girl the card aisle as if she had never seen such a thing or even been into a store before.  Although I picked up this distinct impression, I brushed it off and continued to find the pens I needed.

I grabbed the pens, exited the aisle and there they were.  This woman and this little girl were standing there waiting.  It was the strangest thing.  The adult woman’s posture in holding this little girl’s hand was as if she was presenting this little girl to me.  Nothing was spoken.  Time seemed to stand still.  Suddenly and most gently there was a distinct undeniable telepathic exchange underway.  I instantly snapped into this mental space of profound love, deep care, respect and knowing.  I was receiving telepathically the ground rules of engagement from the blonde woman.  The blonde woman was perfectly calm and loving as she seemed to be deeply tapped into monitoring my thoughts and emotions.

The girl was wearing some sort of loose fitting white jumpsuit and khaki fisherman’s hat, which hung low over her brow.  As we made eye contact I could now see the child’s face for the first time.  Her eyes were enormous, slanted a bit, electric or neon blue in color with no whites of the eyes.  This might have produced an outward expression of terrific surprise on my part if it weren’t for the fact that these eyes were so tremendously beautiful, outright otherworldly and dare I say hypnotic. I was clearly in this altered state. Her head seemed to be larger than normal and while she was wearing a hat I did not detect any hair.  Her nose, mouth, jaw and chin were quite small.  I don’t recall looking at her hands.  I was too focused on the eye contact and the telepathic exchange.

The blonde woman communicated telepathically in a most loving, relaxed and reassured way there was no need to come closer, not to make physical contact, not to make any sudden movements and not to introduce myself as these things were not necessary or preferred by the blonde woman and perhaps likely somehow not in the best interest of the child for whatever reasons medical and/or psychological.  You don’t just walk up to a kid in a store and ask them if they are an alien right in front of their parent. The physical setting for this event automatically restricted my behavior to conventional social boundaries of acceptable human social behavior in public. So too I undoubtedly understood the need for some great measure of cosmic tact.  One tends to want to be on their best behavior in such situations anyway.  I had no intention of overstepping my bounds. Things were peachy enough from where I stood. Why push it?  They seemed to trust me and I was in no position to do the slightest thing to damage that trust.  They both seemed to know exactly who I was and what they were doing.  So, you roll with it.

As I was basking in a conscious space of profound calm, love and respect, the next communication from the blonde woman came into my mind.  I was told that the little girl was FROM ME but that WE take care of her. Simultaneously, there was a profound telepathic emotional exchange between this beautiful (yet distinctly not fully human) little girl and me.  It can’t be described linguistically.  It was a knowing – a mutual acknowledgement and a mutual conveyance of love, respect and oddly enough, mutual relief. This little girl is my daughter, I thought, as they both smiled in silent acknowledgement. 

Suddenly I realized where I was and I looked around to see if anyone else in the store was observing this.  When I looked back toward the woman and the little girl, they were gone.  I walked briskly around the store looking for them and found nothing.  I walked up to the checkout counter to pay for the pens and I asked the one checker at the front of the store if she had seen the blonde woman and the little girl with the hat who just left.  The store employee hadn’t the slightest clue about whom I was referring to.  She said she had not seen anyone fitting that description and she had been standing at the front of the store in front of her cash register the whole time.  I accepted her testimony with wide eyes, paid for my pens and walked out.  I was just in time to see the half dozen objects in the sky converge, rapidly gain altitude and cease to be visible.          
 
My experiences and contacts continued through the next couple of years.  I was taking courses online with the Exopolitics Institute.  I still may be the youngest person in the U.S. or the world to achieve a degree of certificate from the Exopolitics Institute.  I went to a few International UFO Congress events and other conferences.  These are great places to realize you are not alone.  It was also a great place to see people alter physical objects with their minds, spoons, electronic gambling machines, etc.  This was really mind-blowing. I got to know many of the top people in the research community and needless to say, these were incredible experiences I will always cherish.  For those who have sat and spoken at length with great men like Bob Dean, Col. Wendelle Stevens and Jordan Maxwell, etc. then you know what I am talking about.

I have always felt as though I was thrust into the heart of the matter by intelligences far beyond our selves.  I was an experiencer.  Now I had become a serious student of the matter.  I was now a knower.  I felt it all came with responsibilities to do my small part in contributing to the public education and activism related to disclosure of ET issues.  Belief was long gone, never to return.   

My Pal, the Grey in the Painting

By: Sharon McCormick

One day I asked Bashar: “The whole soul agreement thing about the hybridization program. Can you explain how it works? Did the Greys choose me and I agreed, or…?”

“Remember," he said, "all that are chosen have a counterpart in their civilization. You chose yourself. Very often the Greys you are interacting with are you.”

When I first saw Bridget’s painting, I thought it might be one of the hybrid children. Then it hit me. It’s a Grey. My Grey counterpart.

If you look closely, you’ll see the doorway into the 
Grey’s heart!

I know the Greys (aka Zeta Reticuli) have a terrible reputation. They’ve evoked paralyzing fear and physical pain in people. We ask: Why are they doing this to us? But there is no “they.” As Pogo said, “We have met the enemy and he is us.” In this case, another aspect of us, the darker side of ourselves. That which we fear in ourselves, we project onto the Other.

But why are they doing this to me? Because I – I – volunteered. Because, as Bashar put it, I, Sharon, “wish to be of assistance in bringing hybrid children to the Earth at this time of transformation.” That much I already knew, but the painting challenged me to dig deeper into myself. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far:

Okay, so the One is All, the All are One. In other words, we really are all connected. Light and dark, yin and yang, head and heart. All of that came into play for me as I pondered my relationship with the Greys. Can I see myself in them, see them in me? Do their large black eyes provide a mirror for me to discover more of myself? Can I truly love the being in the painting? Is he male? The father of my hybrid children? Female? The children’s teacher - or just a different facet of my oversoul? And are we humans interacting with “them” in order to show ourselves what the brink of destruction truly looks like before we devastate Gaia and all upon her? Are the hybrid children an integral part of the co-creation of a new Terra?

A lot of questions. For me, the answer is yes. To all of them. This and that.

The ETs have shown many abductees a potential future Earth of total destruction. The detainees have also been told that they, the aliens, “can’t interfere in our process,” that it’s up to us humans to change that future, to choose the Earth we wish to live upon and take action to create it.

The time is Now. We can create that truly brave new world, the one in which we summon the courage to look at, integrate and love all of ourselves, all of our Selves, human and extraterrestrial alike. The one in which I – I – summon the courage to create it for myself, for all of my Selves.

And so to my Grey counterpart: Thank you, my friend, for the co-creation of my beautiful children, for being your part of infinite Creation, and for helping to give my Self to me. I love you.

My Grandma's Hybrid Children!

I’m currently in Utah seeing family and staying with my grandmother. She’s LDS (Mormon) and she’s always been closed to anything beyond her beliefs, which is perfect. On this trip however, there have been hilarious new occurrences that I must share. It is one of my current focuses to practice being MORE of myself which results in attraction and repulsion (click for meditation). Now, I know my grandmother will love me no matter what, but it’s still new for me to speak about ETs with her. My dad and I told her about the Greys, abduction, and hybrid children. She’d like me to get married and have kids since I’m an old lady by Utah standards (age 25), but I sincerely said, “I already have kids, hybrid kids.” She laughed and went along with our stories. I showed her this hybrid website and she thought the pictures were “cute.”

A few days later, she said to me over breakfast, “You sure leave your mark. I saw your drawing on the bathroom shower.” Confused, I said, “I don’t use that bathroom and I didn’t leave any drawings in there.” She persisted: “Well, there were three cloudy outlines of those hybrid kids you draw, like the pictures you showed me. I’m not crazy, I saw them... They were standing close to each other and I knew they were the hybrid kids. If you didn’t draw it, who did?” I laughed and knew where this was going as she ranted on with passion. My dad joined the conversation as she continued. “Now I was on the phone on Saturday night and I could hear people walking around. I told Sam (her other son) that it was you two and he replied that you were still out of town. Sure enough, I go look in your beds and you were gone!” My dad, seeing an opening to explain this supernatural activity, asked, “Well mom, who was in the house then? And who drew on the foggy glass in the shower?” At this point, she couldn’t conceive of what or who may be behind these new experiences...

The conversation ended as I left the house in hysterics. “My Mormon grandma saw her hybrid kids in the shower... Man, you couldn’t make this stuff up!!” I don’t believe everyone has hybrid kids, but I do know it is usually generational in families. I’ve also found that hybrid children only respond or give access (in a waking state) to their parent or sibling so I felt they could possibly be her children, mischievously visiting her. As a channel and in introducing parents to their hybrid children, I’ve noticed strict boundaries where full permission and desire has to be granted by the parent or sibling for interaction and information to flow from the children.

My grandma must have acknowledged and welcomed them enough for them to come play! I feel these boundaries will change once interactions increase and more parents awaken to their children, but for now it seems there’s a personal bond - a resonance - between parent and child that is perfectly aligned to touch a parent’s heart in just the right way. For my grandma, her cheerful little imp-like hybrids were enough to spark her interest in a dimension beyond what she formerly believed!

Hybrid Children Gathering

Email Bridget Nielsen for more details: bridgetnielsen1@gmail.com

UFO Witness Declaration

Copyright Bashar.org http://www.bashar.org/UFO_Witness_Declaration.pdf  


Share this letter if you'd like with friends and public officials to acknowledge UFO's.  This letter will assist you in aligning your energetic vibration for ET contact. 

FACT: From 1982 to 1985, large triangular and boomerang-shaped UFOs were
reported over the Hudson Valley by over 7,000 credible witnesses, including 
police and officials at the Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant.


FACT: In 1989 and 1990, large triangular and rectangular unidentified flying 
objects, one the size of an aircraft carrier, were reported over Belgium by over 
2,000 witnesses, including police and military personnel.


FACT: In 1997, multiple sightings of a mile long boomerang-shaped UFO were 
reported over the state of Arizona by over 10,000 witnesses, including police, 
military personnel and Republican Governor Fife Symington.

We make no claims as to the nature or origin of these UFOs. However, those 
who have taken the time and effort to conduct serious, in-depth investigations 
into these reports know that these sightings are of real, physical crafts and are 
indisputable FACTS. Thousands of such sightings of physical craft of unknown origin have been reported throughout the world for decades by credible witnesses, yet most who report such sightings are treated with ridicule, disbelief, scorn and even threats.


In light of the facts, we who have witnessed such unexplained crafts no 
longer accept this cynical mindset as realistic or credible.


Those of us who are witnesses to the UFO phenomenon know they exist for a 
fact. This is not an issue of speculation for such witnesses. However, we do not 
insist that non-witnesses must believe such objects exist, only that witnesses be 
treated with respect and that we deserve the same fairness and courtesy 
afforded to any individual or group who honestly expresses their point of view 
without fear of ridicule, punishment or persecution.


Recent polls clearly demonstrate that more than 50% of Americans believe that 
UFOs are a real phenomenon that deserves legitimate recognition and serious 
study by open-minded, qualified scientists, rather than being summarily 
dismissed as misperceptions, fantasies, hoaxes or hallucinations by cynical, 
unqualified debunkers. Over 36 million Americans have seen a UFO.


To put this statistic in political terms, these witnesses are also voters.


Therefore, we urge all who agree with the spirit of this declaration to send copies 
of this letter to their representatives, public officials, the media, the police, the 
military, airline officials, NASA and all candidates running for any public office to 
assure them that our votes will go only to those who acknowledge the UFO 
phenomenon as real and deserving of serious scientific investigation and who 
publicly endorse fairness and respect toward any witness who reports a UFO.