Like Mother, Like Son: Sascha's Family Lineage

By: Sascha Kyssa

As early as I can remember, I have been exposed to the idea of human-E.T. contact. My mother has always been very open about her teenage close encounter with what she describes as a golden orb. As she and her friend waited for their bus, a large golden orb descended from the sky. In order to seem "cool" to her friend, my mom commented on the "spookiness" of their experience and they quickly darted from the scene. Whenever she has told me the story, she always makes a point of mentioning how heart opening the experience had been for her. That story fed me during my youth. I have always had a hunger for anything alien or off-world. 

During my adolescence I saturated myself with Star Trek, Star Wars, Close Encounters, and any other holistic form of science fiction. Anything "fear-based" in its approach to off-world intelligence left me with a bad taste in my mouth. I quickly learned to avoid it. Eventually my hunger for alien information led me to online forums and videos. It became apparent that there was just as much compelling evidence as there was misinformation. I wanted something real and tangible, so I began to research meditation and out of body experiences in an attempt to experience something direct and first hand, regardless of how subjective the experience might be.

My research led me to Fairfield, Iowa, where I began "working on myself" as a full time job. After 8 months, a group of sixteen friends and I experienced a large oval-shaped milky-blue orb "shuddering" above us in the sky. Despite the drumming, chanting, loud conversation, and general chaotic vibe of the whole experience, we were all left silenced as the blue orb appeared. It wiggled in the sky for a few moments and then "flashed out" and disappeared. My friends and I immediately broke out into a collective, "WOW!" "SHIT!" "DID YOU SEE THAT!?" It would be another three years before I experienced anything remotely similar.

My research led me across southern Europe, Egypt, the Middle East, India, and back to the United States. During the summer of 2010, I visited a channel named Darryl Anka. Darryl channels an entity that identifies itself as an extraterrestrial life-form named Bashar. I have learned to be wary of channels after reading my fair share of "the aliens are landing tomorrow and they're closing all the banks" channeled essays. But after listening to a few recordings of Bashar I was very, very curious. The information seemed clean, and in line with most of the realizations I had come to. I decided to test the waters with a few questions to see if Bashar was "the real thing." After answering my questions and more, well beyond my expectations, I knew this was the real deal. He went on to explain that my mother's experience with the golden orb was facilitated through a hybrid race of beings that would contact our world first, and that both my mother and I contained non-human genetic material, as is supposedly the case with multi-generational "contactee" families.

The experience with Bashar validated a number of gut feelings I had experienced throughout my life. I was told I had a number of non-terrestrial hybrid brothers and sisters, and that, for some reason that eludes me, I had decided to incarnate onto this planet while the rest remained off-world. Phew, okay, still with me?

After my meeting with Bashar, I headed north to Mt. Shasta with my girlfriend and one other friend. My girlfriend and I crammed ourselves into my small one-person tent right in the middle of Panther Meadows campground at the foot of Mt. Shasta and fixed our eyes on the sky. Anyone who has been to Mt. Shasta in August knows the sky is a crystalline mosaic of patchwork stars. We were fixated.

After a few dashed hopes on a number of faint satellites, we decided to call it quits on our "UFO watching" and get some shut-eye. I lay back, passing in and out of consciousness, as my girlfriend nestled herself into a cozy ball. After a few minutes, I noticed a brighter than usual satellite pass by overhead. It woke me out of my half-sleep daze, as it became sharp and star-like. It stopped directly over the tent, and began to get brighter, or closer, I'm not sure which. I quickly nudged my girlfriend to wake up. As she opened her eyes and gazed upon what seemed like a large falling star heading straight for the tent, she understandably let out a string of profanities and planted her face in the sleeping bag. Moments after, the star-like object immediately dimmed, shot off to the right and eventually faded into the night sky. After an excited back and forth, we both relaxed back into a light sleep. I was eager for another object to appear, but the sky remained clear.

As I began to fall asleep for the second time, I felt a number of strong presences around the tent. This wasn't like that weird feeling of being in a dark room alone. It was very distinct. I can clearly recall at least four or more beings encircling the tent. The experience very clearly invaded my mental space. I could see large, almond eyes, and extremely smooth taut skin. The faces were benevolent despite their unusual appearance. Eventually the vibe of the whole experience became too much. I felt as if my emotional capacity was being overloaded. Apparently I still had a bit more work to do on myself before I could handle such an experience with a centered state of mind. I curled up into a ball and mentally cried, "Enough!" The experience ended as abruptly as it had begun.

Since Shasta, I have had a number of similar experiences in my various dorm rooms at university. I will wake up in the middle of the night feeling as if I am being pulled out of my window, or as if someone was just in the room moments before I woke up. The experience always holds the same..."signature" as the Shasta experience. I still have yet to have open, conscious communication back and forth with any alien beings, hybrid or otherwise. I remain hopeful and open to what the future holds. I look forward to the day when disclosures such as mine will be commonplace, and eventually, understood as an "everyday experience."

In the Blink of an Eye

Kim Carlsberg is the author of two books, Beyond My Wildest Dreams, which details her vividly remembered abductions, and The Art of Close Encounters, a compilation of stories and artwork of her and other people’s experiences with extraterrestrials. In the following poem, published in the latter, she recalls an encounter with April, her hybrid daughter.

In the Blink of an Eye

My eyes followed the gentle curves of the tiny face

in hopes of capturing the time we’d lost.

Dim memories of stolen moments in this place,

wondering if she knew what her birth had cost.

My arms, a sanctuary for this perfect child of one.

Time’s arrow flew swiftly toward a future scene.

My seed had blossomed like a flower in the sun.

In a single moment, she held the promise of thirteen.

Slender and delicate; a porcelain rose, glowing

with bright innocence, she watched with my own green

eyes. I desired to love her without showing

how much I missed having her in my life.

The fire of her intellect surpassed her emotional air,

which my maternal presence breathed into her spirit.

But she saw the heartbreak it causes to care,

imagined her own future child, and chose to fear it.

I gently reached out to soothe her fears

and reassured her from the depths of my soul

that even a moment with her was worth all the tears,

and for her, like me, the love of a child

would make her whole.

By permission of the author.

KimCarlsberg.com, CloseEncountersPublishing.com

Artwork by Darryl Anka.

Bashar.org, ZiaFilms.com

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.   

Bridget's Father, Author Kirk Nielsen, Speaks about His Experiences with Hybrid Children

Kirk's understanding of his own abduction and being a hybrid father! 



Some of Kirk's first experiences with the kids and meeting 
his own hybrid children!