Native American Chief Tells of His Contact with Extraterrestrials
Published on Jul 24, 2013
Chief Golden Light Eagle tells of his experience meeting extraterrestrials (Star People.)
Native American Chief Tells of His Contact with Extraterrestrials
Published on Jul 24, 2013
Chief Golden Light Eagle tells of his experience meeting extraterrestrials (Star People.)
I sat and spoke with The Chief personally for almost 2 hours a few months ago. Well, that's not actually correct. There was another woman who's name escapes me, and a short and odd set of events that transpired at our small gathering, when a 'seemingly' socially awkward third party arrived and asked to speak to the Chief. I Had been following Chief Golden Light Eagle on an off for a while, wondering how Native Americans integrate their belief systems into the whole - UFO - demonic - angelic - Alien(Star People - per the Chief - don't offend them). The inside story of that gathering was nothing 'covert' mind you. No TS material was discussed by any means. I enjoyed hearing about his life,his friends, and family and wondered a great many other things.
There were so many other questions I would have enjoyed discussing with him. Yet, you know how those things go - never knowing what is protocol with deep thoughts and such, wanting to hear more about his travels in life. I did not want to break any Native customs and offend him.. He actually had a pretty funny story about his first cell phone and how he acquired it... Apparently, it was a trade for one of the items he was wearing, which if memory serves me right was a feather. He got the cell phone paid for life. Not a bad deal, eh? I need trades like that!
Thinking more:
I would love remember the lady's name that sat with us. Unfortunately, I am horrible with names, locations, and stuff... If I find some time I may try to share a story that happened to me there. It was truly bizarre. Right now, I have to try to get some sleep. I have developed an extreme case of tinnitus, somehow - quite suddenly, in the last several weeks, which can be very frustrating. It is real - not memorex - people. I am saying a prayer or two in the directions needed attempting to alleviate. Waiting to see how this goes.... Such is life. Keep safe, everyone.
A great opportunity....Originally Posted by mdonnall2002
I sat and spoke with The Chief personally for almost 2 hours a few months ago. Well, that's not actually correct. There was another woman who's name escapes me, and a short and odd set of events that transpired at our small gathering, when a 'seemingly' socially awkward third party arrived and asked to speak to the Chief. I Had been following Chief Golden Light Eagle on an off for a while, wondering how Native Americans integrate their belief systems into the whole - UFO - demonic - angelic - Alien(Star People - per the Chief - don't offend them). The inside story of that gathering was nothing 'covert' mind you. No TS material was discussed by any means. I enjoyed hearing about his life,his friends, and family and wondered a great many other things.
There were so many other questions I would have enjoyed discussing with him. Yet, you know how those things go - never knowing what is protocol with deep thoughts and such, wanting to hear more about his travels in life. I did not want to break any Native customs and offend him.. He actually had a pretty funny story about his first cell phone and how he acquired it... Apparently, it was a trade for one of the items he was wearing, which if memory serves me right was a feather. He got the cell phone paid for life. Not a bad deal, eh? I need trades like that!
Thanks for sharing that special moment in your life.
Standing Elk/ Loren Zephier has been around a longtime. Have a google a make up your own mind. Galactic Fedetation Ethnic snake oil IMO.
When you have time I'd like to read more of what the chief had to say. I'd be even more interested to read your impression of the whole thing.
Thanks for the heads- up! At a quick glance the air is redolent of Pixie Dust and Oil of Serpent.
PART 1:
Being a fan of synchronicity is slowly loosing its luster before I begin this:
My coworker texts me a picture of a sign on the street where we work on his way home. It was an 'Angels,Aliens, and Psychic' convention to be held in a few weeks. I rearrange my schedule to attend one of the two days as I was already scheduled to work. The weekend arrives which coincides with brutal snow and ice the day prior. This was my first ever such attendance, phenomenon related, that I have ever attended. I was feeling a bit awkward to be quite honest, but I felt like I should go as the Chief was going to be in attendance and I did want to see what goes on at these gatherings.
The Chief's class began first. Most of the material he covered was pointed towards a greater awakening of what could be termed a 'Christ Consciousness'. His class was well attended by 20 some individuals despite what I saw as a minimal attendance of the convention. Very few people where even in the building that were not directly involved in some way. I listened, lost within my own thoughts, drawing parallels. He passed around a metallic beam that was a reproduction of images he either saw personally or that was passed down from his people. I was familiar with a couple of the images already, with slight variations that were present. I had seen them elsewhere. His class wraps up and I walk over and sit in on the live Native American music playing. Stands With Bear was playing wood instruments to perfection on the stage. I sit and listened for a few minutes waiting for an appropriate moment to ask Chief Golden Light Eagle if he had time to sit and talk. Eventually I found a open door.
The Chief and I head over to a circular table and another woman asks if she can sit in also. I really had no problem with this being that she was seemingly already knowledgeable of him. I cannot remember her name. So, like I mentioned before, we bantered back and forth between the three of us. I asked him about his family and his life growing up. He recounted how living on the reservation was for him growing up. Their weekly rations were picked up on Sundays, in church. It was a good way to bring them closer to Americanism per se and mend into the new world. He talked about his family's experiences with the Star People. I am certain that he has talked enough about this on his own that it doesn’t need repeated. I don't recall anything of note that he had not mentioned in the public.
Then a young man approached the table, fumbling three or four bags of purchases from the vendors. He was about mid thirties, a bit overweight, and very nervous.. His voice was uneasy as he asked the Chief when would be good time for him to come back or if he had time. The Chief looked at the both of us already there and gestured for him to have a seat. The young man was fumbling his bags all over the place and I was getting the impression that he was a bit socially awkward just by the sound of his voice and how skittish he was appearing.
The gentleman pulls a stone out of his pocket and asks the Chief if he could look at it and relay to him anything of significance he might be able to discern from it. The gentleman tells the Chief that he was doing some paranormal work near some possibly cursed Indian burial grounds, attempting to close demonic portals to this world when the rock apparently fell from the sky. I remember thinking to myself in disbelief – 'Wow – did he just tell the Chief that all Indian grounds are cursed?' The gentleman took this as a sign of 'thank you'. It either fell near him or someone else, I cannot remember the specifics.
I help hand the stone to the Chief across the table. It was oval in shape slightly larger than the size of the circular shape that a 'ok' sign of a males hand could make. After Chief Golden Eagle looks at it for a while he passes it to the woman next to him and then she passes it to me. It was a smooth stone like you would find walking a beach, weathered but it was broken open in a coronal orientation. It was very odd looking stone because you could see three golden lines in the stone. Two of them were parallel to each other and another touching perpendicular to the others on the outer edge of the stone. I thought it was quite odd, but not being a geologist, I could not make much sense out of those golden lines or how they would have formed like that. After a minute of looking at it – I hand it back to the man.
PART 2
Then the Chief goes into a few minute dissertation for the gentleman about the stone and how old the universe is and how old the Earth is.... Made perfect sense from my perspective. The young man keeps probing the Chief more regarding the stone as if he is looking for answers that the Chief is not coming up with. I had the impression he was seeking something, an affirmation, but was not getting it. I remember thinking to myself that this young man seems to be in pain, and in a great deal of confusion.
He was looking for answers. I then recall having a dialog with myself as I listened to the others speak more. Within the internal dialog of myself I wanted to ask him to see his stone again to help comfort him in some way, but then I thought how stupid that was because I obviously did not have the answers he was looking for. I wrestled back and forth with that thought for a moment, but then I just asked to see his stone again to help alleviate his obvious anxiety.
I was not really paying much attention to the conversation taking place at the table, but I was aware of everything that was being said as I was looking at this stone that seemed to mean so much to him. I flipped and spun the thing around in my hand looking at it from all angles, feeling its textures, wondering why it meant so much to him. I remember hearing my inner voice ask, 'What do you see?' and that 'You can help him...' Again I thought how stupid that seemed, debating if I should say anything at all because there is no way I could possibly know what all this represented to him personally.
At that point I interrupt the conversation, respectfully asking if I could say a few things. Before I even begin to speak I think how stupid it seems that I'm even attempting to discern the meaning of a rock, found in a paranormal investigation, but into the fray I went. I apologize for interrupting and then just spoke what I felt while staring mostly at the stone in my hand, looking up on and off. I remember my interpretation as such
“ This stone was a gift to you. I was to help teach you something about yourself and who you are. In the bible, signs have meanings, just as in Native American beliefs symbols have meanings. Signs and symbols are much alike in this way.” At this point of the conversation I saw him push back from that table a bit and he starts clenching his hands in nervousness then releasing them out of the corner of my eye. I continued: “But I do feel that this was a gift for you...When I look at this stone, when I look at these golden lines I do see a symbol. To me, I see a Tomahawk. You are to follow this sign in your life. If you see it in a book follow it. Seek this sign everywhere and in all things it will teach you about yourself.
As I was in the middle of the above conversation – I saw the gentleman push back from the table, hands trembling, and started to cry. This caused the woman to put her hand up to her face in shock of what she was witnessing and I believe, she also began to weep. He pushed up his glasses and started to wipe tears from his eyes, still shaking. I believe I heard the woman gasp at some point. I saw the Chief in a regal-like manner straighten up his back leaning backwards in his chair as if he was caught of guard by this event.
Last edited by mdonnall2002; 02-16-2014 at 07:28 PM.
Part 3
There was a distinct few moments of silence at the table and I was feeling bit 'on the spot' so to speak due to the reaction that transpired at the table. I hand him back his stone and he thanks me. Then the man with a very shaken and silent voice tries to tell the Chief more about why he came to the convention. He said that his grandmother told him that the stone was a gift also before she died if I remember correctly and she told him that they had Native American blood in their family. Apparently the young man was related in some was to a 'Chief Little Turtle'... This caught me of guard and I began to shake my head in disbelief. I also head the Chief ask, 'What did you just say?” The mans voice was shaken and quiet and you could barely hear him so I relayed what was said again.
Why did this make me shake my head? Because Chief Golden Eagle is apparently a code carrier for Turtle Island.
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