“Satan is alive and well and living on planet Earth.” Ever hear that one before? Unfortunately it's true, at least partially so. The eternal warring of light against dark, of good against evil, is very real, very much ongoing, very much something that sooner or later anyone seeking to become active within the Rescue Circle sphere of service will encounter.

Human Souls are sometimes harvested by the dark force like so much wheat or corn. Captured humans and aliens (beings from other worlds, not undocumented visitors from other countries to our shores) are taken into strongholds, holding areas utilized by the dark forces. These holding areas much resemble the images of hell described by orthodox religion. Once there, the captive is kept as nourishment for certain forms of vampiristic beings. Energy rather than blood is sucked out, drained off, by the minions of the dark one. Some forms of darkness cannot utilize nourishment in any other form.

(Many believe however that the human life-force or energy is imputed in human blood, which may be why human blood is craved so much by these creatures - BRANTON)

Earth has long been seen as a game preserve, a private hunting ground for the exclusive use of those sworn to the train of Set. Life force energy can only be generated by the Creator God. Substitutes, cloned beings, may be created that carry a life force charge sufficient for them to move and think on the lowest levels, but without the Will of the Divine, the cloned creation is only a shadow, a dim reflection of the Life Force found within the Human Soul. It is Human Souls that are hunted and taken by the dark force on planet Earth.

One of the more interesting activities of any Rescue Circle is venturing into one of the various strongholds of the dark one and freeing not only their human and alien victims, but the soldiers and agents of the dark force themselves.

In January, 1992, six children were ritually murdered in, of all places, Moose Jaw, Canada. Moose Jaw is a small town slightly to the northwest of Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada. Subsequent homicide investigations conducted by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police failed to discover who had committed these atrocious crimes, or so it was reported.

After the first announcements on television and radio, a press blackout was ordered by Canadian judicial authorities. Unlike the United States, the Canadian journalistic media may neither investigate nor report upon any case ordered sealed by a Canadian court judge. It amounts to complete selected censorship.

The Rescue Circle came together as usual, amid much joking and bantering. Leahaana again acted as contact medium. Ariaana, Sheila, Linda and Patrick took their places, arranging themselves in a circle. The circle configuration is most efficient for circulating energy whenever people come together.

The air was charged with electricity, literally. Everyone was shocking themselves repeatedly whenever they touched one another. Everyone felt that something was going to be different tonight, a nervousness that wouldn't go away. Patrick likened it to waiting for a military mission to begin, only this time the exact nature of whatever was coming was unknown.

Of all the Circle members, only Sheila had heard the first news story concerning the murdered children, and at the moment of invoking the protection of the White Light of the Christ and the Hierarchy of Ascended Masters, it was the furthermost thing from her mind.

Linda was sitting on the floor, her usual spot, adjacent to where the astral door would open, ushering in the cold wind that blew from seemingly nowhere. Her blanket was wrapped tightly around her, her feet jammed into a warm pair of fleece lined moccasins. Several deep breaths later, the Circle was directed to the first trapped soul.

“Um, it's a little boy, I think.” Linda was first to speak, setting the scene which the others would psychicallyw could they help.

Leahaana suddenly relaxed, the tension draining out of her like water running down the drain. She slumped heavily into the deep cushions of the couch.

“Dear God in Heaven!” Linda gasped. “They've slaughtered the children like animals!” Her eyes were wide open, staring at something only she could see.

Patrick, Sheila and Ariaana looked from Leahaana to Linda and back again. No one else felt or saw anything.

“What's going on? What's happening?” Sheila spoke for all of them. Linda shook her head, unable to say anything else for the moment, her mind still in shock over what she had seen and felt.

“They've sacrificed the children.” Leahaana's voice was a hoarse whisper in the shocked silence of the room. “It's a satanic thing, a sacrifice. A cult ritual. They placed them on the altar one by one and sacrificed them to Satan. I saw and felt them die.” Unconsciously she rubbed the spot on her chest where the knife of the cult leader had cut out their hearts, taking the lives of the children.

Suddenly Sheila sat straight up. Her breath hissed as she sharply inhaled.

“The murders in Moose Jaw!” She gasped. “I saw it on the news tonight. They talked about finding five dead children. They were five or six years old and they'd been murdered. The Constable called it a ritual murder.” Her eyes were wide with shock and horror.

Leahaana nodded again. “I saw the whole thing. I saw where they came from and what happened to them.” She shivered involuntarily. Ariaana handed her another blanket, but all the blankets in the world couldn't keep out that kind of chill.

“Tell us what you saw, Leahaana. Get it out in the open.” Leahaana smiled weakly at Patrick and closed her eyes.

“There were five children, three boys and two girls. They were raised by Satanists for ritual sacrifice.” Everyone in the Circle had their eyes closed. The image of what Leahaana talked about rolled through each of their minds. For once each saw with their Third Eye what had happened.

“Two of the mothers were Satanists. Those two gave birth to three of the children. The other two were kidnapped from someplace in the states. One from Iowa I think. He was just a few months old when they took him. The fifth was sold to them by someone who had kidnapped the child in Florida. This was a man and woman team who make their money by kidnapping children and selling them to cults and prostitution rings. Those two are still out there.”

Taking a slow, deep breath, Leahaana sighed. Before this had begun she had possessed only an intellectual knowledge of the depth to which man could sink, the evil to which men and women would voluntarily engage in. Now she was plunged into a murder so horrible, so gruesome, that even a thirty year veteran homicide investigator with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police had thrown up upon seeing the slaughtered bodies of the children.

Sometimes she wondered if it was all worth the trouble. Again and again she questioned whether or not man was worth the effort it took to continue helping. Leahaana, everyone, has the ability to stop what they have placed into motion, but she knew she didn't want to stop it.

The psychic record of what was being narrated rolled through the minds of all within the Circle. All of them found it as fascinating as it was horrifying.

“These children have never attended school, never been registered for National Health. They were prepared for sacrifice. The high priest of the coven molested them, as did most of the others. These people are depraved and monstrous. Just before they were killed the children were given drugs to keep them from moving off the altar stone or trying to get away.” She paused, shuddering at what she saw.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” She took a deep breath and held it, reluctant to speak of what she saw. The it all came out in a rush. “They slit the children up the middle. They cut out their hearts. They caught their blood in brass cups and the high priest had intercourse with the girls after they were dead.” She shuddered violently. “Dear God in Heaven! They're still mutilating the bodies.”

Ariaana ran from the room, her hand over mouth. The sounds of being sick to her stomach came from the bathroom. The rest of the Circle was no better. They were all pale, shaken to their cores. Rational people did not witness this sort of horror and remain rational for long.

They took a much needed break, rebuilding their strength for what they knew would come.

“Okay,” Leahaana said when everyone was back in place and the Circle complete. “We've got to go and get the children.” Sheila jumped as though shocked.

“What!” She yelled. “They're alive? The children are alive?” Leahaana shook her head.

“No. They died on the black altar. The children are prisoners. Their souls have been taken by the dark ones. We, I, have to get them out.” Leahaana smiled a little smile, her mouth curving slightly. “I've got to go in and get them.”

“Whoa!” Patrick held up his hand. “What do you mean, 'go and get them.'“ His face looked pensive for a moment, then his eyes widened. “Does that mean what I think it means?” Leahaana smiled and nodded.

“Yes,” she said. “I've got to walk into Hell and rescue those children.” Sheila's jaw dropped.

Suddenly Leahaana's face went slack for a second. When she opened her eyes it was not Leahaana who spoke.

“Good evening my friends. I am Sananda and I come to you this evening to praise you for your efforts to rescue the stranded ones, the lost ones who seek the Light, and to reassure you that what you do tonight is under the control and auspices of the World Hierarchy and the Great White Brotherhood. The massed Host goes with you. Have courage and take strength for you shall not come to harm in this. We stand beside you in all things.”

Leahaana had to do the rescue alone, for only she possessed the talents, the capabilities of walking into Hell's antechamber and coming back.

Linda had remained silent until now. As Leahaana/Sananda finished speaking, Linda took up the narrative, relaying the rescue activity as it occurred. The others watched in silence as the scenario unfolded before them.

In their mind's eye they saw Leahaana suddenly appear within a large underground cavern approximately one mile long and three-quarters of a mile wide. There were hundreds, perhaps thousands of humans, aliens, monsters and demons inside the cavern. Giant columns of rock held up the roof. Massive outgrowths of rock formed hills and mounds on the floor of the cavern. A dull red light glowed darkly, suffusing everything with its depressing aura.

Leahaana's arrival was like the thunder crack of doom for those within the giant cave. Blinding light flooded into the cavern. A gigantic ball of light surrounded Leahaana as she stood in the center of the cavern and surveyed those around her. Standing beside her in all His Glory and Beauty was Sananda, He who had walked the Earth in the persona of Jesus Christ. Flanking them both flowed several thousand Angels, Warriors of the Light, Electric Blue Fire Angels of Saint Michael's Legion of Light.

The dark hordes screamed in terror and pain. Fleeing into the furthermost corners of the cavern, they cowered behind rocks, trying to make themselves invisible to the terrible presence that now threatened their very existence.

Sananda raised his hand and spoke in a voice that was instantly heard all through out the cavern.

“Hear Me and heed My warning. Do not approach this woman. Do not attempt harm or influence upon her for she is of My Light, My Family, and as such is beyond your ability to harm or molest.” His voice thundered through the cavern, shaking the very stones with their power.

“Do not approach the Light. To do so is instant death. It will result in your obliteration and return to the Creator Source. Your individuality will be destroyed. Remember My warning. Heed well My words.” Sananda vanished in a dramatic clap of thunder than threatened to bring down the roof of the cavern.

The Angels of Michael's Band fanned out through the cavern. In their hands blazed massive swords, electric blue fire running the length of their blades. Occasionally they would whirl their swords through the air, warning back anything foolish enough to challenge their authority and might. The air crackled with the passing of the flaming sword through the astral matter.

Leahaana walked among the fallen ones, the trapped ones, the deluded and lost ones with great compassion and love. Almost immediately she saw the five children huddling together in the lea of a huge rock. Dark things scuttled away from her, sliding into cracks and crevices to avoid her presence and her Light.

Laughing and crying at the same time, she ran to the children and drew them into the safety of her aura.

“It's all right kids, it's all right now.” Terrified of the things that swirled around them, the children clung to her like drowning men to life preservers.

A massive blue Angel, radiating white light in all directions, his flaming sword held on high approached her. “Come with me children,” he said. “I shall take you to a place where you will never have to fear or hurt again. I promise.”

The children turned tear stricken faces to Leahaana, silently asking what to do. In their short years of being they had felt more love, more compassion, more caring emanating from this one woman than all the other people they had ever encountered. They were extremely reluctant to leave her.

“It's all going to be okay.” Leahaana smiled radiantly. “Go with him. His name is Jael and he will take you to a very good place. I promise.” They didn't look very reassured.

“Really. I promise. Everything will be all right from this moment on.” She shooed them to Jael who surrounded them with a great cloak of radiant white light and vanished.

A collective howl of anger came from the cowering hordes of demon led dark souls. Deprived of their prey their anger overcame their good sense.

One demonic looking being in particular appeared to be in charge. He emerged from the deepest shadows and regarded Leahaana with glowing blood red eyes. He stood ten feet tall, massively muscular, he looked carved from a single block of ebony. Gigantic bat-like wings spread from his shoulders, fully thirty feet from tip to tip.

“Destroy her!” He screamed. No one moved. All remembered the warning given by Sananda. They trembled in terror, cowering before this dark lieutenant of Satan. “Fools!” He screeched. “She is but one! Destroy her!” Still no one moved.

Screaming his rage he seized one of the lesser demons who cowered at his feet and threw it at Leahaana. The furiously struggling demon squealed in terror as it sailed through the air. Still screaming it struck the outer edge of the white ball of light that surrounded Leahaana. The creature disappeared in a puff of steam and smoke as it struck the outer edges of her aura. That really set them off. Screaming and shrieking they ran for the furthermost corners of the cavern again, stepping over each other in their fear and terror. Leahaana left the cavern, her mission complete.

Leahaana opened her eyes and smiled, glad to be back. Patrick offered her a glass of water. Still smiling, she sipped her water and relaxed. “I have to go back,” she said.

“What!” All four of the other Circle members spoke at the same time.

“Go back? Do you mean you're going back tonight?” Patrick asked the question, but Linda answered.

“She's got to go back for all the others,” she said. “Many wanted to go with the children but were afraid. She's going back for the others. All the people who didn't know what they were doing and were taken by the dark side. They want another chance. They’ve asked for redemption.” Everyone stared at her. Linda shrugged. “They prayed to God to be forgiven for their sins and He said Okay.”

Leahaana slowly nodded. “Linda's right,” she said. “We have to go back for the others.” Without warning Leahaana's voice suddenly dropped two octaves.

“We must return as soon as you feel capable. We hold the gateway open for your return. There are many who wish to return to the Light of the Father's Grace. We await your return.”

Leahaana cleared her throat. “Jael is a little abrupt,” she said. She drained her glass of water. Patrick silently refilled her glass from the crystal pitcher sitting on the coffee table. She looked at him. “Ready?” Patrick looked at Linda and the others who nodded. “Let's go,” he said.

Again their combined energies, male and female working together, supported Leahaana as she made the transition from physical plane awareness to astral awareness. Instantly she was back inside the cavern.

Nothing seemed to have changed. Michael's Legion continued to hold the gate of Light open, the dark ones continued to cower in fear and terror. Into the middle of it stepped Leahaana.

Looking neither left or right she strode to the highest point on the floor of the cavern and spreading wide her arms she spoke to the thousands still cowering behind the rocks and boulders.

“I bring you a message from He who is the Christ. I bring you the Love, the Mercy, the Forgiveness of God the Father.” She walked around the little prominence of rock, focusing on every corner, every inch of the huge cavern. Above and around her hovered the massed might of Michael's Legion, their drawn swords still sizzling the astral air of the cavern.

“You are given a second chance. You are given another opportunity to return to the Light, the state of grace from which you have fallen. All who so choose may now return unto the Light, may return unto the Grace of the Father without further penalty.” At the top of the cavern a massive explosion of light occurred. A new opening through the cavern roof had been forced. Scores of additional angels swarmed through the new opening. They hovered above the floor of the cavern, a scintillating mass of Divine Light.

“Come now you who have chosen to leave this place forever. Come now all who would find solace, relief from your torment, your woe. Come. Come now!” The sound of a thousand voices filled the cavern as the massed angelic Host burst into glorious song.

And they came. One by one, at first, they came out of the shadows and into the Light. Each one was met by two of the angelic Host. A shimmering pool of what looked like water materialized in the air in front of Leahaana. It hovered there, twelve feet above the floor of the cavern.

Escorted by their angels, the fallen ones entered the pool of water from beneath, rising into the water. For an instant their image blurred, audible gasps of surprise could be clearly heard as they entered the pool.

Human and alien came forth. These were the deluded ones, those people who had foolishly sought temporal power through the use of black magic. Rarely did they gain the power they sought. Always were they claimed by the dark forces, for they had consciously and willingly given their allegiance to darkness. They were not wholly evil, just ignorant, foolish and without knowledge.

As those of the lesser light approached the pool, clouds of darkness could be seen clinging to them, dirty little shadows of oily despair that adhered to them like leeches. Exiting the pool their auras burst into brilliant, light filled colors, pastels of blue and yellow, white and green. Together with their escorts they quickly rose into the light and disappeared from view.

Now they came. Ten, twenty, a thousand were met and escorted through the pool and into the Light. Finally there were no more humans, no more aliens. Only the demon horde, the dark servants of Set.

It grew very quiet in the great chamber beneath the ground. Not one sound, not one thought disturbed the stillness. Leahaana stood upon the pinnacle of rock watching the unmoving horde of evil that lay around her. Above her and beside her stood the Host, the mass of Light Warriors of Saint Michael's Legion of Electric Blue Fire Angels. The silence grew.

“Hear me well, denizens of Satan. Hear this the Peace, the Forgiveness of the Father. You have served the dark master long enough. You have hidden yourself away in the dark places of the earth. You have sought to do mischief to the world of men and to the humans who dwell there. Your time is at an end.”

She paused, and seemed to grow in stature. Her four foot eleven inch frame seemed to swell until her hair caressed the top of the cavern, fully seventy-five feet above the rocky floor. Her voice boomed across the cavern, rolling thunder that carried the words of the Christ into all the bowels of the Earth.

“ALL WHO SEEK THE FORGIVENESS OF THE CHRIST, THE MERCY OF THE FATHER, COME YE UNTO THE LIGHT! NOW IS GIVEN UNTO YE THE FORGIVENESS YE HAVE SO LONG SOUGHT! COME YE NOW INTO THE LIGHT AND FIND THE REST, THE FORGIVENESS, THE PEACE OF SOUL YE HAVE SOUGHT. YOUR TIME ON EARTH GROWS SHORT. SOON SHALL COME THE TRANSCENDENCE OF THE PLANET AND THE ELIMINATION OF THE REALMS IN WHICH YE DWELL. IT IS SOON TO BE MOVE OR PERISH. ACCEPT THE MERCY OF THE FATHER AND FIND FORGIVENESS. THE DOOR STANDS OPEN FOR ALL. COME YE UNTO THE FATHER.”

And they came. One scraggly little demonoid looking being with red scales and teeth was attacked by a larger demon. The smaller one was picked up and held in the air. As the larger demon prepared to dash the smaller one's brains out, an angel of the Host stepped in. Once, twice, the flaming sword struck. The larger demon vanished in a cloud of dark smoke and hissing steam. The lesser demon was joined by two angels with drawn swords.

Together they entered the glowing pool of water that still hovered in the air beneath the shining portal that was the stairway to heaven. Instantly the demon passed into complete unconsciousness. Supported by the two angels, they carried him up and through the pool and beyond. Where a demon entered the pool, a small, red colored little man, an alien from some distant star, exited. All three rose swiftly, disappearing into the light.

Leahaana's image returned to normal. She spoke to the remaining fiends and demons. “He will sleep and as he sleeps he will heal. He will never again be as he was. His sins are forgiven. The prodigal son has returned to his Father's House.”

That opened the flood gates. In less than five seconds long lines of demons and demonic looking men and women were streaming toward the pool of water.

For what seemed like hours the line continued. Then it was over. Only a few of Satan's lieutenants remained. They were the last hold outs, the incorrigible ones. Never would they accept what had been offered. Never would they realize how completely and terribly they were betrayed by their dark master.

Leahaana's body collapsed like a deflated balloon. Heavily she sagged back against the cushions, breathing deeply, her eyes closed. For several minutes she lay back and rested, rebuilding her strength from her trying ordeal.

“There's another coven,” she whispered. “One of those who left the cavern told me about it. It's in Europe somewhere.” She paused to rest.

“They kill children there too. There's some sort of international network of Satanists. They exchange ideas, and they exchange children and victims.” She smiled at Patrick. “We're going to have to deal with it soon,” she whispered. She seemed to sleep for a few minutes.

“I think,” she said finally, “that's enough for tonight.” No one disagreed.

The laws of any given universe apply equally to everyone and everything existing within that universe, including visitors from other dimensions.

The Rescue Circle of July 17, 1993, was to be even more unusual than the regular attendees were accustomed to. Leahaana, Ariana, Sheila and Linda gathered as usual, fortifying themselves with fresh fruit, glasses of clear water and blankets to ward off the chill astral winds that came with the opening of a doorway into a parallel dimension or universe, the Astral Plane.

It was summertime in North Battleford, but when once the opening into the astral dimension was made, chill winds that never warmed would turn the comfortable middle class living room into an ice box.

A few normal rescues were made, as normal as any of the rescues were. The four women laughed and cracked jokes in-between sessions as usual, not expecting anything out of the ordinary.

Leahaana closed her eyes and slipped into the detached consciousness she utilized to assure a solid contact with a departed soul and began breathing deeply. Suddenly she tensed, every muscle in her body stiffening.

Linda visibly recoiled from the same contact Leahaana had made, her body drawing back as though reluctant to see or hear anything associated with what they had been directed to. An almost inhuman moan escaped her lips. Ariana and Sheila stared at them both, as yet unaware of with whom, or with what, contact had been made. Linda quickly filled them in.

“Ummm, it's a man,” she said, “but something's wrong.” Linda's head turned from side to side as she sought to scan the psychic scene she saw with her mind's eye.

“Oh, shit!” She whispered. Linda disliked problems. They always made her nervous. “Demons,” she said. “We've tuned into some sort of demonic torture chamber!”

Leahaana shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “Not demons. Something else, something else entirely.” Leahaana's smooth face wrinkled as she frowned in concern at what was happening several thousand miles away and almost a thousand feet beneath the surface of the Earth.

“Is his name Leonard?” Sheila's quiet, husky voice flowed into the silence. Linda picked up on it immediately.

“Yes.” Linda whispered back. Sheila's tentative contact was enough to permit her own psychic ability to zero in completely. “His name is Leonard and he's not dead, not yet. He's still dying.” She recoiled at something she saw. She made an effort to remain detached, remote from what she knew was coming.

“They're killing him deliberately. Deliberately and slowly. They need him for something,” her voice trailed off. Then, several seconds later. “He's food! And parts! They're using him for body parts. They melt him down, or something. They want part of him for food and part of him for experimentation!”

“Aliens.” Leahaana breathed the word softly, as though they might hear her if she spoke too loudly. “They're gray aliens, all right, but there’s something else. Something else is with them.”

(This sounds a great deal like what has been taking place in the underground bases such as the one near Dulce, New Mexico, where "vats" containing human body parts mixed with a greenish fluid have been discovered, a compound which the reptilian "gray" aliens apparently "soak-in" for some form of cannibalistic nourishment. The U.S. government waged a battle with these aliens in the base, and at last report several of the human invaders died in the attempt, and now there appears to be some form of "stand-off" in effect there. - Branton)

Linda nodded. “Yes. Absolutely. They're not human,” she said. Suddenly she couldn't keep from giggling. “They're all illegal aliens!” She quipped. “Not a green card in the bunch.” Linda had recently seen the movie Green Card and considered herself an expert on U.S. immigration laws.

Sheila laughed with the rest, at the same time nodding along with her, confirming the assessment. “They look like the aliens that Patrick has so often written of, the gray ones who do all the kidnapping.”

Leahaana gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in an automatic gesture of protection. “They know we're here! They know we're here!” She whispered, her breath whistling through her teeth in alarm. “They sense us! They know we're here and they don't like it one little bit!”

Leahaana's first reaction was one of self preservation, her fight or flight instinct telling her to run like bloody hell. She immediately felt a powerful desire to break the contact, to release the human victim to whom Jael, the Angelic Gatekeeper of the Rescue Circle, had directed them. It was uncharacteristic for her to react so strongly.

Taking a deep breath, Leahaana consciously intensified her connection to Texas, where her spiritual twin was, the one person living on the Earth to whom her energy resonated in perfect, balanced harmony. Drawing upon that energy, she wrapped herself within the swirling cloud of Christ energy that Jesus/Sananda always made available to those who ask. Then she took control of her emotional body.

“They transmitted a power surge,” she said. “They beamed an astrally generated, negative electrical charge along the link Jael helped me establish with Leonard,” she said. “It made me want to run away and hide. They tried to make me so afraid that we'd never bother them again.” She smiled, a little shakily perhaps, but a smile nonetheless. She clasped her hands together to keep them from shaking. “They're very good at doing that. Very good indeed.” She breathed deeply for several minutes, recharging her body with positive atoms. “There,” she said. “Tricky little devils. It didn't work. In fact it created just the opposite effect. They pissed me off.”

Nodding her head slowly, Linda continued to zero in on what was their primary rescue for the evening, her psychic abilities vibrating with knowledge and accuracy. “I see what's been happening here,” she said. “This is one of the underground bases we've read about. Patrick told you about the alien threat and why they're here. Well, this is one of their operating centers.” She cocked her head to one side. “No,” she said. “It's more. It's a lot more and it scares the hell out of me.”

Linda was breathing hard, trying to remain calm. Fear, deep seated fear, was close to the surface. She trembled as though rocked with Malaria, reacting to the invisible beam of sub-sonic energy the aliens were projecting into the room, but she held on. The difference between a coward and a hero.

“This is one of the places where they bring the ones who won't be missed, or those who will be missed, but no one will do anything about it. They're careful who they grab.” Leahaana’s sharp gasp made everyone jump.

“Shit!” She whispered. “This is much more than just a group of aliens. There are huge underground tunnels leading all over the world. Some of them are used by the U.S. military.” She looked puzzled for a second. “What's a Mag-Lev?” (Note: "Mag-Lev" stands for the "Magnetic Levitation" train/shuttles which usually operate in an underground tube-tunnel system, in some cases in a vacu-tube tunnel - Branton) She asked. “This is incredible! There are connections here, underground connections to the Drack Empire, the Draconians, the Serpent Race, Snakes. This is part of their operation, but it's still something more than even that. Those are humans operating the Mag-Lev thing.” She paused, again seeking to understand what she was seeing.

(Note: The Dulce base information indicates that there are some humans in the MAJI, AQUARIUS and MJ-12 levens of the secret government who are "collaborators" with the reptilian aliens, those humans who are high up in the satanic "Illuminati" organization for instance, who essentially worship "serpents gods" - Branton)

“It's a train of some sort,” Linda said finally. “Mag-Lev, Mag-Lev... Magnetic Levitation! It's what the train runs on. It's frictionless travel.” She paused again. “Jeez, this place is above top secret! The aliens have called their human allies, but they can't do anything about it. Our Circle is protected by the Guardian Force, the race of Beings called the Elohim. They can't deal with that without attracting too much attention. It's really difficult for them to reach out of the U.S. and make anybody disappear. They're pissed, but stymied. No wonder you were met with such hostility.” She laughed nervously. “God, but I'm glad to be a Canadian tonight!”

Leahaana’s head nodded slowly up and down as she scanned their target, finding out what this place was all about. Suddenly she wanted to leave this place in a hurry. Someone was coming, someone, something, a very nasty something, had been called, and she didn't want to be around when it got there.

“Leonard? I am Leahaana of the White Light and it's all right to speak. They can't do anything else to you.” She paused, seeking to strengthen her psychic connection with Leonard. It was working.

“I hear you,” Leahaana/Leonard said. “I've always heard you. I've just been afraid to say anything. They read minds too, you know. They're monsters, demons. God I wish I could get out of here.”

Linda shuddered, swallowed and dove in. “Leonard, my name is Linda. Is there anyone else there with you? Is there anyone else who can go with you when you leave?” She too felt the need to break the connection and to do it quickly. Leahaana/Leonard shook their head.

“All gone. All gone but me. I'm the last of this group, or what was made into a group. They were all killed, or changed, or taken away, or something. I'm the only one left.” There was a long silence and a sense of terrible sadness.

“How many were there with you, Leonard?”

“I’m not certain. The number kept changing. Somewhere around a hundred, I think. There was room for more, but I never saw more than that.” Leahaana/Leonard shook her head, slowly moving it from left to right and back again. “All gone,” she whispered. “They’re all gone now.”

“Wait!” He suddenly said. “There is one left. I don't know his name and he isn't human, but he needs help. They've almost killed him. He's almost dead.”

Linda shook her head. She wasn't receiving anything about someone not human who needed help. This was something entirely new for her. “Where is he, Leonard? We can't find him.”

Leahaana overrode Leonard's telepathic connection with Linda. “I have him,” she said. He's about ten feet to the left of the tank Leonard's in.” Linda twisted and turned, trying to see the captive alien. Her sudden yelp surprised everyone.

“Got'em!” She clapped her hands in glee. “He's blue, isn't he? He's not conscious, at least not like people, human people I mean.” Linda paused again, watching the blue alien in the round glass-like tank. “He looks like a troll,” she said finally.

Leahaana became suddenly agitated. Her breathing rate increased dramatically, inhaling and exhaling from 100-110 times per minute. Her skin took on a definite blue tinge, looking somehow waterlogged, puffy from to much fluid.

“His name is Klorvahl,” Leahaana said. “At least that's the closest I can come to it without two more throats. He's a Baku, or Balu, or something. They're one of the slave races conquered by the Grays, and the Grays, at least this group, are slave to the Draconians.” She paused, trying to intensify the telepathic connection. Finally she shook her head in resignation. “I can talk to him,” she said, “ but I can't give him access to the Circle. There's something weird about his mind. I can't match the sync.”

“Can he hear us?” Sheila was fascinated by this new turn of events. To the best of their knowledge no one had ever rescued an alien before.

“Yes. I... hear.” Linda's eyes were tightly closed, her face wrinkled in concentration. Beads of perspiration stood out on her forehead in spite of the astral winds. Her voice was hoarse, a croaking sound, the words drawn out and pronounced with a strange accent, but intelligible.

Sheila's mouth dropped open. Ariana looked from Leahaana to Linda and back, her eyes as big as dinner plates.

“Ask him how he came to be here.” Leonard took the initiative, eager to talk in more than sign language to his friend of many months. Even the horror of the alien tank room no longer intimidated him. “Klorvahl! Klorvahl, can you hear me too?”

“Yes, friend Leonard. I hear you too. I have always heard you. It is you who could not hear me.”

Leonard/Leahaana smiled for the first time in a very long time.

“Name. My name, is Klor. Vahl is the nest name. Clan name. Span-line name.” Linda's voice was more frog-like than human as the influence of Klor's mind moved her larynx.

“He's very weak,” Leahaana said. “A human would be dead from all that he has suffered. Only the deep core of his mind is still functioning.”

“We are the Bakhul, the People.” she said. The alien speech was coming more easily now. The telepathic connection in-between Linda and Klor was strengthening, but her physical body was reflecting the alien metabolism. Her breathing was shallow and very fast. She slumped against the cabinet she used as a back rest, her body limp and listless.

“Listen.” Linda's voice dragged slowly, each word being forced out, thrown out as though in great pain. “You must listen. Great danger for you. Bakhul are slave to Draconians. Grays are Draconian puppets, shock troops, slave masters who answer to other masters, supervisors.”

The tape recorder stopped recording and shut itself off with a loud click. Sheila frantically took out the old tape and stuffed in a new one. Racing, she turned it on, pushed record and checked that both microphones were in place and functioning. She had a strong feeling that no one was going to believe this without the tapes. She didn't believe it herself, and she was living it.

“Earth is target. Guardians destroyed part of invasion fleet. Turned rest around. Your year 1988. Governments knew and kept silent. People in governments frightened, terrified of Grays. Double cross in motion. Invasion coming from inside, not outside. Guardians must permit if from inside. Must permit humans to choose. Must permit humans to ally with whomever chosen.” Linda paused, gasping hoarsely. Sheila held a glass of water to her lips. She took three sips and began speaking again.

“Bakuhl are defeated enemy of Gray and Drak. Gray came as friend, destroyed culture, destroyed government. Now slaves. Now used as food, labor, work in mines on Earth and fourth planet, your name Mars. I am old. Old go into food tanks. Energy depleted, dissipated. Obliteration of soul. Spirit body damaged. Can destroy soul.” Linda/Klor sighed deeply. “Tell red man his dream real. Tell red man thank-you. Tell red man maybe next time around. Would like to see Sarin again. Sarin of the Flame Plume, she is my life, my love. So sad. So sad. Time to go to new home.” Linda's voice faded away into silence.

“He's gone,” Leahaana said. “He's just gone.” Linda was crying, tears running down her face. She had felt the goodness, the compassion, the love that radiated from the small blue alien like heat from a cheap stove.

“I'm sorry, Klor,” she whispered. “I'm sorry I said you looked like a troll.” Linda drew her knees up under her chin and laid her head on them. She just cried for awhile, quietly mourning the death of a small cobalt blue alien who would never go home again, and whom she would never see again.

Leahaana's manner changed abruptly, every muscle in her body tensing. Seconds later a chill wind blew from the center of the room, stronger than usual, they all felt the icy air on their skin. The air temperature dropped thirty degrees in less than a second, going from cold to icy. A feeling of imminent danger flooded the room. Even Linda looked up, seeking the cause of the rapid drop in temperature.

“We have to get out! We have to get out now!” Linda felt the danger keenly, a sharp knife blade of searing heat in her stomach. She half lurched to her feet in preparation for running out the door.

“Leonard? Do you see a white light anywhere around you?” Sheila's voice was like pouring oil on turbulent water, a soft balm for them all.

“Perhaps it's a long way off,” she suggested, resorting to established routine. “Maybe it's just a little light. Maybe it's white or blue. Can you see a light now?” Leahaana/Leonard shook their head again.

“There is no light,” Leonard said. “They kill the light. They kill everything. They've killed me.”

The sense of futile resistance to the all embracing alien technology that Leonard felt began to creep into the room. All of them could feel the terrible despair that filled Leonard like an evil cloud. Linda shook it off.

“No!” She yelled. “Leonard! You listen to me Leonard! You look for a white Light!”

Leahaana interrupted Linda's outburst. “He's dead,” she said. “They finally drained off whatever it was they were collecting. They've locked onto the higher energies too. Somehow they fasten onto the soul energy of their victims. They drain it off and give it to their rulers. Some of it goes into the reproduction experiments they have going. They're trying to create a hybrid, something with the emotional intensity of a human.” She shivered.

“Somehow,” she whispered, “they trade in souls. They trade the energy of souls from one to another like we trade stocks and bonds.” She shivered again and tensed.

“This is not good,” she said ominously. “Whoever, whatever, they called is here. It’s tracked us to this room.”

“Leonard!” Linda was determined not to give him up to the dark force that massed against them. She was suddenly inspired. “You listen to me Leonard! I want you to imagine an elevator. Imagine an elevator that can take you out of this place and into Heaven. Can you do it? Will you do it Leonard?”

Linda was pleading with him now, trying to get him to act in his own behalf. If Leonard couldn't compose himself enough to exercise an act of individual will, they’d lose him. There was a long silence. Finally, “Yes. I see an elevator coming down for me. It's old, like one in a building I saw in a movie once.” Linda nodded and smiled. They'd beat this thing, whatever or whoever it was, yet.

Something suddenly flashed through the room. Something cold and dark and very pissed off. They all jumped except Leahaana, recoiling from whatever had tried to penetrate into the sanctuary created by the Angelic host.

Something else flashed across the ceiling of the room. A white light resembling lightning cracked soundlessly three times above their heads. At the moment of the last flash, the astral door began to close. The room temperature began rising, quickly returning to normal.

“Holy Jesus, Joseph and Mary!” Sheila, who wasn't Catholic, crossed herself in the best Irish tradition. “What in the name of Heaven was that?”

“Strengthen the field. We have to strengthen the force field.” Leahaana's voice was a whisper, barely audible.

Linda immediately picked up the thread. “We call upon Lord Michael,” she said, “Arch Angel of God the Father, Defender of Light, Commander of the Legion of Electric Blue Fire Angels to come to us, to help us in our hour of need, to send a corps, an army, of Angels to surround and guard this house and all herein, to protect above and below, in front and behind, to the left and to the right of us, to seal this house, these servants of God, letting no thing, no person enter who is not of the Christ Light.”

Even before she had finished speaking, the energy within the house began to increase, strengthening, building to such a level that absolutely nothing that was not of the White Light of the Christ could remain.

“That was the guy they called when they realized that we were trying to rescue Leonard and Klor and they couldn't throw us out.” Leahaana paused, breathing deeply. “It's one of the Draconian Overlords, a prince of darkness. He's one of Lucifers's lieutenants. One mue malo hombre!”

Sheila's eyes were large and round. Ariana suddenly had to go to the bathroom.

Sheila jumped in with her own invocation. “We call upon Lord Sananda, He who is Jesus Christ to be with us, to surround and protect us with the White Light of the Christ from all things evil and all things not of the Christ Light.”

Ariana quickly returned and took up her position. She carried a large crucifix in her hand. Several minutes ago it had hung on the wall of her bedroom.

Linda smiled. “Expecting vampires, Ariana?” Ariana waved the crucifix in Linda's general direction. “It never hurts to be careful,” she retorted.

Each of the four women was aware of the energy surge, the intensification, the increased power and majesty of the Christ Light as it flooded into the house.

Linda smiled again. “Now,” she said. “Let's see what's happening in hell central.” Linda stretched her psychic abilities to the limit, seeing what had happened, what was happening, within the aliens underground base.

Leahaana exhaled deeply, a small valve on a steam engine. Frowning, she strained to encompass the concept she was seeing.

“It's weird,” she said slowly. “Leonard is dead and alive at the same time. They used up his body, his physical body, several months ago. Maybe as long as two years ago!” She shook her head again, as though trying to clear away the mists that prevented her from seeing more accurately.

“Time is bent, somehow. Leonard's friends, the people who were held captive with him, are still there too, somehow. Yet they're already gone too. Their energy is, is,” she hesitated, seeking the correct word.

“It's dissipated somehow. It looks like steam from a tea kettle, all disarranged. There isn't anyone to lock onto. The energy is there, but the people, the identities are gone, or unconscious. It feels strange. Oily, somehow. Slippery. They did something to the human energy field. Somehow they changed the human aura.” Then she locked onto what she was looking for.

“The astral body is gone. They have no emotional bodies left.” She slowly nodded, seeking to understand. “Somehow these clowns have figured out how to bleed off the energy of their victims. But because they are not permitted to go beyond the astral, they can't touch the higher planes of the mental and causal dimensions.”

“They damage the mental body. There's an overlapping energy field of the higher astral and the lower mental dimensions. They can suck off the astral body, and the part of the astral that's intermixed with the mental body energies. That causes all sorts of damage for their victim.” Unconscious of her action, she shook her head again. “This is weird! I wish Patrick was here.”

“Okay,” Leahaana said. They heard a different tone in her voice. Stronger, more forceful, more determined than ever.

“That sonofabitch is still there,” she said. “His name is Gwano, or Guno, or something like that. Jael has blocked his advance. He can't come any closer than he is.”

Linda laughed out loud, clapping her hands in childish joy. “Boy is he ever pissed!” The tension in the room was broken.

Suddenly she gasped, her hand involuntarily flying to her throat. “The Guardians are here!” Linda wasn't laughing anymore. Her eyes were wide open, awed by what she saw. “They’re really here!”

Sheila suddenly began speaking, her voice slow and modulated, each word clearly and precisely enunciated.

“Good evening, my friends,” she said. Sheila's voice was lower than usual. The effect of her visitor spilling over into her physical form.

“I am Calandra.” Ariana oh'ed and ah'ed at the revelation of who Sheila was channeling. Calandra had first made his presence known to Patrick, several years earlier. Patrick lived in a small town to the northwest of Houston. Calandra had first appeared during Patrick's computer channeling sessions, later working intimately with Leahaana and her activities in Canada. Calandra is a Fleet Commander, assigned to the Ashtar Command, in service to Lord Sananda, He Who was Jesus Christ while incarnated on Earth.

Calandra is a Pleiadian, as are most of those who serve in the twenty six ships assigned to his fleet. He wears a gold colored jump suit and combs his hair straight back. He stands 6'2” tall and weighs 184 pounds when living in a physical body. Curiously enough his height and weight are very similar to Patrick's. One of the early discoveries in their communications revealed that Patrick and Calandra had been brothers at another place, another time, another incarnation. Leahaana too was “part of the family.”

“I wanted to speak to you about the heretofore little known activities you were directed to during tonight's Rescue Circle.” Sheila's voice began to take on even more masculine characteristics as the link in-between Sheila and Calandra intensified.

“Tonight was an experiment, of sorts. We wanted to see whether or not Leahaana's abilities to release trapped Human souls would also apply to an off world presence and could she offset the technological advantage the dark ones would be using against her.” Sheila smiled broadly, reflecting the smile on Calandra's face.

“To coin a phrase from your movies, which I happen to appreciate very much, by the way, we blew their asses away!” Leahaana, Linda and Ariana roared with laughter. If Linda had not been sitting on the floor, she would surely have fallen out of her chair.

“Yes. Well, to continue,” Calandra/Sheila said. “The Gray ones are not representative of the Gray evolution. Nor should these be condemned outright for their actions. They but seek to prolong their kind. The Creator has determined that their kind be shunted into a blind alley of evolution. They are a dying breed. They were created with great mental faculties, but very little emotional counterbalancing.” Calandra paused as Sheila drank three swallows of water.

“It is their goal to create a genetically engineered form into which they may transfer their awareness, a form which possesses an astral body. Many of the genetic experiments they conduct, in addition to their preoccupation with the human sexual organs, are designed to this end. They are very close to their solution. Already many, many hybrids, results from their experiments, live among you. Patrick has been given dreams about some of these. I’m sure that he will gladly share the information with all who ask. It was to him that the reference of the 'Red Man' was made.” Again he paused as Sheila took several deep breaths.

“My host tires,” he said. “I must be brief. The activities of these gray ones are not permitted by the Intergalactic Council of Free Worlds. They work with the permission of the Draconians. The Draconians seek to profit from their experiments as much as the Gray. Were it not for the fact that Earth has reached the Age of Ascension, that time when the age of the human race has reached the moment in evolution wherein membership within the harmonious Galaxy may be offered, they would have been destroyed for interfering in the affairs of evolving Earth. Already has one pitched battle ensued. Their fleet was not completely destroyed at that time, as Klor related to you, but was heavily damaged and driven off.” Sheila was rapidly tiring, unused to the intense energy of the Pleiadian form.

“Suffice it to say that they shall not be permitted to harm you. They have been warned. But herein is a warning for you too. Do not underestimate them. They can be very vicious when their backs are against the wall. They believe themselves to be against that wall, a blind cul-de-sac with no exit. War in the heavens involving the peoples of Earth is not an impossible scenario for the very near future, within ten years.”

“Patrick has also been given the information concerning the method of tracking used by the grays in selecting their kidnap victims. I know that several of your networking friends would appreciate this material. Thank you for listening to me. Remember that we are always near. Never is any Light Worker completely alone, completely without resource. Always are you monitored by our combined fleets. Until next time.” Sheila slumped in her chair. Calandra had broken the connection.

“Are you still there Leonard?” Linda knew that they must hurry and leave the underground base, even if their intrusion was only spiritual. There was no need in borrowing anymore trouble than they already had.

Leahaana nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “I'm still here. Where else would I go?” They all heard the fatalistic surrender in his voice.

“Is the elevator still there?” Linda was pushing hard. A sudden feeling of overwhelming danger crawled up her spine like a centipede with electric spikes on each leg.

“Yes,” Leahaana/Leonard whispered. “It's about ten feet in front of me. But it doesn't have any cables attached to it! How can it get me out of here if it doesn't have any cables?” Their voice was beginning to get shrill.

Linda thought fast. “It doesn't need cables, Leonard. Just open the door and look inside. Tell me what you see, Leonard.”

A sigh of wonder and joy escaped from Leahaana's lips. “Oh, my! Oh, my goodness! There's a light in the elevator! A beautiful, beautiful white light! Is that the light you told me about?”

“Yes, Leonard. That's the light.” Linda was determined to bring this session to an end. “Can you move into the Light? Can you go into the light?”

Despair replaced joy. “No,” he sobbed. “I can't move. They won't let me move. When I move they punish me. I can't move at all or they'll see me and punish me.” The anguish and pain in Leahaana/Leonard's voice was pathetic.

“My God!” Sheila exclaimed. “What do they do to people?” Linda ignored her, not even hearing her question. Her entire focused awareness centered on getting Leonard out of the underground alien base.

“Can you carry him, Leahaana?” Linda's stage whisper was just loud enough for her sister to hear her. Leahaana shook her head.

“No,” she said quietly. “It's all I can do to hold the integrity of his aura together. His mind is beyond his death experience and the draining of his astral energy is all but complete.” She shook her head. “Tell him to go closer to the light. We're getting a lot of help on this one.”

“Leonard. You have to move, Leonard.”

Leahaana/Leonard began to shake his head, protesting the command. Linda got there first.

“No! Now LISTEN to me, damn it!” Her temper was very near the blowing point. She had certainly had quite enough of this entire alien affair. “Just move toward the Light, Leonard. Think yourself over to the door to the elevator. Just think yourself moving, see yourself moving to the elevator. DO IT!”

Leahaana suddenly relaxed strained muscles she didn't even realize were tense. “He's there,” she said. We're at the elevator.” Now it was Linda's turn to relax. She sank back against the door of the cabinet upon which she had been leaning.

“Now go into the Light, Leonard. You're safe now. It's time to go home. Time to go into Heaven.” Leahaana/Leonard began to cry. Tears began freely running down her cheeks.

“How can I ever thank you? How can I ever repay your kindness?” His heart felt thanks were real. Everyone in the Circle began crying too, glad that Leonard was going to make it, glad that he had made it into the light.

“It's all right, my friend.” Sheila's quiet, sure voice was a balm upon troubled waters. “Maybe some day you can do the same for one of us. Maybe one day we'll be the one stuck and you can rescue us.” They all smiled.

“That's a promise,” he said. “I better go now. The light is pulling me in. I guess they want to take the elevator out of this place. Thank you again, and good-bye my friends.” Leonard was gone.

Leahaana was free of the service to Leonard. “Holy Merde!” Her eyes were as big around as silver dollars. “Did you see the eyes on those aliens.” She shivered. “I didn't think we were going to make it for awhile, there.” She shivered again. “Jeeze I'm glad that's over.” She was still shivering when Linda covered her legs with a lap warmer.

“What did Calandra mean when he said that Patrick had the information about how the aliens locate their kidnap victims, and what was that thing from Klor about the red man? That was Patrick too?” Unlike some channels, Sheila had complete recall of all that was said and done while the disincarnate entity used her voice. Patrick, standing 6'2” tall, had red hair and a ruddy complexion. To some he might appear to be a genuine 'red man.'

“I know about that,” Leahaana said. “He wrote me all about it.”

Ariana laughed. “You mean a 'Patrick Letter'?” Ariana had received letters over 30 pages long when Patrick had been channeling full time.

“Yep. A real book.” Leahaana laughed too. “He always wanted to know how the Grays located their victims. One day the information just downloaded on his computer. I guess maybe Calandra or somebody gave him the information.” She paused to take long, slow swallows of cooling water.

“There were, apparently, several races of aliens who interfered with the genetic structure of primitive man on Earth. One of the groups were the ones we call the Grays. They needed a reliable genetic source for their experiments, but they also needed a food source. That's one reason why they claim that mankind belongs to them. The other races were a little more altruistic, especially the Elohim. They saw what the Grays had done and tried to correct their manipulations. The end result was a race of beings, Homo Sapiens, who evolved much more rapidly than was usual, but with some unwanted side effects.”

“A certain mental instability was inbred along with the ability to comprehend the higher energies of the universe. Violence was the result of that instability.” Leahaana paused to take more water.

“All this happened about 500,000 years ago. The genetic engineering project of the Grays was designed to breed an evolved mammal capable of supplying them with the genetic material, RNA and DNA stuff, which they needed to live. They create some sort of solution, a thick liquid, from all this stuff and spread it over their skin. They absorb what they need and exude the excess through pores in their skin.” Ariana was beginning to fall sleep.

(Apparently this idea that the human race was "genetically engineered" by the Grays is just another form of alien propoganda - Branton)

“Anyway, any person now walking around on the planet who retains even one cell of genetic material from the original engineering project becomes a potential target for kidnapping. The strain of material they introduced into the human genetic helical matrix bred true. Somehow they can lock onto even that one cell and track it down. It seems like a random process, but it really isn't.” She laughed.

“Then there are all the other curious races who come to see what's so special about mankind. Those really do just grab at random.” Ariana fell over on the couch. She jerked up with an embarrassed start.

“What about the red man dreams?” Sheila refused to call it a night without having her questions answered.

“Just after Patrick got back to Houston from his last visit with us he experienced a series of dreams related to what the Draks were doing. Patrick learned that an investigator from the Intergalactic Council was active on Earth and he wanted to help him in the investigation. Every night for a week Patrick would take the time to telepathically call to the investigator and offer to help in whatever way he could. One night he had a dream where he met two blue skinned aliens of a race held in slavery by the Draconian Empire. Apparently one of those blue aliens was Klor, or someone who knew Klor. The aliens asked Patrick for help in freeing both themselves and their race.”

“I remember that Patrick was very upset, frustrated and angry, about not being able to do something to help the aliens.” She looked at her friends and smiled.

“Maybe our work here this evening was a way of helping them after all.” She shrugged, a very French Canadian gesture. “Whatever really happened here, I think it's time to go to bed,” she said. Everyone else agreed.

It only took a few minutes to clean up the living room, return the pitcher and glasses to the kitchen and put on their coats.

Leahaana was almost out the door when her expression took on a far away, detached look.

“Forgive me for intruding,” she said, “but I thought you might like to know that we found the spirit of Klor and have returned him to his planetary heaven dimension. Klor is fine and sends his warmest regards and heartfelt thanks.”

“Thank you Jael,” Linda said. Now it really was time to go home.