THE NIGHT THE ALIENS CALLED ON JOHN LENNON
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THE NIGHT THE ALIENS CALLED ON JOHN LENNON
By Uri Geller
We were eating in a restaurant in New York City, Yoko was with us, so
this was after their big breakup and reconciliation. Yoko was
expecting their child, Sean, and John was excited -- he was going to
love this baby day and night: feed him, change him, teach him to talk,
teach him to love music.
He did all of that. And he was going to watch him grow into
adolescence, through the tumbles from bicycles and terrors of
schooldays, from reading to dating to college. He never got to do
that. John started talking about UFOs.
He said he believed life existed on other planets, that it had visited
us, that maybe it was observing us right now. He took me to a quieter,
darker table, lit a cigarette and pointed its glowing tip at my face.
"You believe in this stuff, right?" he asked me. "Well, you ain't
f___in' gonna believe this."
"About six months ago, I was asleep in my bed, with Yoko, at home, in
the Dakota Building. And suddenly, I wasn't asleep. Because there was
this blazing light round the door. It was shining through the cracks
and the keyhole, like someone was out there with searchlights, or the
apartment was on fire.
"That was what I thought -- intruders, or fire. I leapt out of bed,
and Yoko wasn't awake at all, she was lying there like a stone, and I
pulled open the door. There were these four people out there."
"Fans?" I asked him.
"Well, they didn't want my autograph. They were like, little. Bug-
like. Big bug eyes and little bug mouths and they were scuttling at me
like roaches."
He broke off and stared at me.
"I've told this to two other people, right? One was Yoko, and she
believes me. She says she doesn't understand it, but she knows I
didn't lie to her. I told one other person, and she didn't believe me.
"She laughed it off, and then she said I must have been high. Well,
I've been high, I mean right out of it, a lot of times, and I never
saw anything on acid that was as weird as those f___in' bugs, man.
"I was straight that night. I wasn't dreaming and I wasn't tripping.
There were these creatures, like people but not like people, in my
apartment."
"What did they do to you?" Lennon swore again. "How do you know they
did anything to me, man?" "Because they must have come for a reason."
"Your're right. They did something. But I don't know what it was. I
tried to throw them out, but, when I took a step towards them, they
kind of pushed me back. I mean, they didn't touch me. It was like they
just willed me. Pushed me with willpower and telepathy."
"And then what?"
"I don't know. Something happened. Don't ask me what. Either I've
forgotten, blocked it out, or they won't let me remember. But after a
while they weren't there and I was just lying on the bed, next to
Yoko, only I was on the covers.
"And she woke up and looked at me and asked what was wrong. I couldn't
tell her at first. But I had this thing in my hands. They gave it to
me."
"What was it?" Lennon dug into his jeans pocket. "I've been carrying
it round ever since, wanting to ask somebody the same question. You
have it. Maybe you'll know."
"I took the metal, egg-like object and turned it over in the dim
light. It seemed solid and smooth, and I could make out no markings.
"I've never seen anything like it."
"Keep it." John told me. "It's too weird for me. If it's my ticket to
another planet, I don't want to go there."
When we first met on November 28, 1974 he was suffering terribly from
his separation from Yoko. His drug abuse, and drinking, linked to the
sorrow of Yoko's recent miscarriage, had driven them apart, and John
desperately wanted to mend the relationship.
He just didn't know how to make the first move. The night Lennon and I
were introduced, Elton John was playing at Madison Square Gardens.
Elton was trying to persuade the ex-Beatle to get up on stage with
him, and John was torn -- he wanted to perform but he was scared.
Finally he turned to me and offered a deal, as though I were a
negotiator sent by God: "I'll sing," he said, "but you have to make
Yoko call me."
Like all of John's jokes, this one was a plea from the heart, wrapped
in a sardonic quip. Yoko phoned John out of the blue, 36 hours later.
I think John always believed I had beamed a mind-control ray at her.
For my part, I think that of all the synchronicities that have shaped
my life, that was one of the strangest.
Now, 24 years on, when I hold the cold, metal egg in my fist, I have a
strong sensation that John knew more about this object than he told
me. Maybe it didn't come with an instruction manual, but I think John
knew what it was for.
And whatever that purpose was -- communication? healing? a first-class
intergalactic ticket? -- it scared him. I wish I could have warned
him... that however scary aliens seem, it's the humans you have to
fear.
deMentor
> http://ascension-2012.blogspot.com/2006/06/message-from-uri-geller-on...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovIuiAHhVU4
May Pang - John Lennon & UFOs
it's realistic, she doesn't blow it up for entertainment. i looked up
john lennon and 23 and this was the first video i clicked, it happened
on the 23rd i think. the egg described... i don't know about uri
geller, figured he was a fraud before. not completely, i believe he
believes in something, and anyone can get a glimmer now and then of
the psychic reality. the egg is something that i have little reason to
connect to 23 but there could be something there and john's reaction.
AdvocatusDiablo
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovIuiAHhVU4
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