The editor
and Sanni
What if you invited an ET to come
visit you for a week and a half?
Suppose she came, and you discovered she really was an ET?
What if
you found out you had been
chosen to assist someone of high rank from an Essossanie vessel to "do
Earth"?
She goes by the name of Sanni. You've seen some of her art in the
pages
of The Star Beacon. She
has been a subscriber for three years and has corresponded with members
of
Earth Star's
Friendship Club. Sanni has been stranded on Earth for 41 years, and
although
she has tried several
times to leave, she was not permitted to go. She is a small, fragile
woman
with pleasant facial
features, fine white hair and pale, almost translucent skin. Her eyes
are
brown, possibly a trait
passed onto her from her Cherokee grandmother, who was the only
relative
Sanni had who loved
her and understood who she was.
The story of Sanni's plight was printed in The Star Beacon
in April 1999. Her background is
austere and frightening. The abuses she suffered in the hands of her
Earth
foster family and the
individuals from military facilities when she was a child few could
have
withstood. Her memories
of the past are haunting and her claims of being a reincarnated
survivor of
the 1947 Roswell crash
are incredible, to say the least. It is no wonder Sanni has gone
through her
life ridiculed, laughed
at, labeled and unfairly chastised.
Sanni began corresponding with me two years ago. Her letters always
come
accompanied with
highly skilled pen drawings that depict UFOs, extraterrestrials and
nature.
They also are full of
hieroglyphic symbols that she says is the language of her people. It
was no
wonder that some of
the people in the Friendship Club did not know how to react to her. One
man,
in particular,
criticized her and said she was a fraud. That was the day Sanni found
my
phone number and called
me, crying hysterically. She is an extremely sensitive individual, and
one
only need look at her the
wrong way to send her into a torrent of tears.
The last eight years, Sanni has endured life in a depressing
low-income
housing development in
one of Earth's large cities. Over a decade ago, she had a man in her
life
with whom she had a
close relationship. Although he was 30 years her senior, this man was
kind
to Sanni and became
her best friend and partner. They went places to together and, more or
less,
took care of each
other until he died from cancer. His passing was a tremendous loss to
this
young woman who had
grown up without affection or love, constant putdowns and abuse that
would
make you cringe to
hear about it. Unable to work after being hit by a car several years
ago,
she suffers from deafness
in one ear, blindness in one eye and a back injury. She lives on a
small
income from the
government assistance program and became "imprisoned" in a small
apartment
in a mostly Black
neighborhood, surrounded by senior citizens. In other words, she has
had no
one to relate to and
has lived a miserable life.
Ethan and I decided to buy Sanni a round-trip bus ticket and bring
her to
the mountains for a visit.
This plan was in the works for over a year. It was only this spring
that we
decided we could take
a chance and see what Sanni was all about. We had our doubts about her,
naturally, as I'm sure
she must have had doubts about us. She says her neighbors kept telling
her
she didn't know "these
people" and they were probably "con artists," that she was walking into
a
trap. Sanni, however,
has the ability to sense people's energies from their letters. This was
one
reason why she didn't
answer all of the Friendship Club letters that came to her. She was
told by
her guide, Khinyeo,
who she could write to and who not. She happened to like our energy and
trusted her guidance.
On Saturday afternoon, June 2, Ethan and I picked Sanni up from the
Glenwood Springs bus
station. She had been traveling since the morning before. We knew from
the
moment we saw her
that we had done the right thing. But she looked so pale, as if she'd
never
seen the sun. That
changed with the small doses of Rocky Mountain sunshine she got in the
next
week and a half. It
was only a matter of days before her face had some color in it and the
fresh
mountain air did
wonders for her. She was a smoker, but during her visit with us she
never
had the urge to smoke a
cigarette. She was high on nature and the energies of the Rocky
Mountains.
Our place on the
mesa is quiet and peaceful, full of nature - birds, small mammals,
insects,
including butterflies -
and the view of the mountains surrounding Paonia is spectacular.
Sanni immediately fell in love with the mountains. Channeled
messages
gushed out of her so that
she had to keep a pen and paper nearby at all times. One of the most
prominent messages she
received was one that most people would find very strange. She pointed
to
Mount Lamborn,
Paonia's closest mountain - it has an escarpment on its side that
resembles
a lamb or a white
buffalo to some - and she said, "That is my father!" Then she turned to
Land's End, the mountain
to the right of Lamborn, and said, "There is my brother!" Finally, she
turned to Mount Gunnison
with its snowy peaks and massive shoulders, and she said, "That is
Mount
Sanni! It is me - Before
I was ever in a human form, I was a mountain - that
mountain."
For the next several days the mountains channeled to her, telling
her she
had come home, that she
was a part of them. All of her life she had been drawn to the
mountains, and
in 1974 she fell in
love with singer John Denver and always wanted to come to Colorado. She
now
feels John
Denver, who was killed in a plane crash a few years ago, is one of her
guides. I had to work most
of the duration of her visit, but Ethan drove Sanni to several places
in the
area. She experienced
the vortex energy of Needle Rock and said a large crystal was embedded
within Needle Rock,
placed there by the Pleiadians. She could sense a Pleiadian vessel
hovering
above, but we couldn't
see it with our eyes. One afternoon we drove her to the base of Mount
Marcellina near Kebler
Pass. Sanni discovered Marcellina to be her "mother." I wish I had
recorded
her sililoquy to this
mountain as we drove closer to it. She poured out her love for this
maternal
energy that was
filling her soul and moving us to tears.
Every morning Sanni was up early, outside examining rocks, insects
and
everything of nature. She
rattled off Latin names of species as if she were a living
encyclopedia.
Being an amateur
ornithologist myself, I quizzed her on several birds and other animals
and
was always astounded
at her accurate, instant replies. Her fascination for rocks led to her
taking home a heavy suitcase
full of them. I became convinced that she had been a scientist in her
other
life, the one in which
she was responsible for crashing the spacecraft near Roswell, N.M., in
July
1947.
Sanni's true form Arda Golden Eagle Woman offered Sanni an awakening, which helped
lift off
a lot of the negative
memories Sanni still carries. From that day on we noticed progress and
a
vast improvement in
Sanni's whole being, from her appearance to earning her trust to her
becoming more relaxed. She
would cry whenever she thought about having to go back home. She told
us how
much she
wanted to move to Colorado, and could we please help her find a place
to
live? She shed a lot of
her negative memories and flashbacks, which is part of the releasing
following Arda's awakenings.
This was good therapy for her, and Ethan became her "guardian angel,"
spending all of his spare
time with her, just listening. She came to trust and love Ethan like a
father and she gave him the
name "Star Hawk." He took her fishing in the mountains and she was like
a
kid. She caught nearly
a dozen brook trout, which I cooked for supper the next night.
On Monday before Sanni's departure, we held a special gathering in
the
house that belonged to
former Star Beacon columnist Julian Joyce, the house that
Ethan and
I have now moved into.
Sanni had been staying in the house and had voiced her concern daily
about
Julian's presence in
that house. She saw a confused, elderly man who was bothered by her
presence
and didn't seem
to want to let go. So, at the meeting with our closest friends, which
included Arda Golden Eagle
Woman, Ron and Bonnie Quinn and their children, plus a friend,
Matthias, who
was visiting from
Canada, and Jack and Waneta Ames, Sanni opened up and showed us all who
she
really is. She
had been apprehensive about the meeting, afraid that our friends would
not
accept her. I watched
as a troubled child who was afraid to let go of Ethan's hand unfolded
before
our eyes as a high-ranking commander of an Essossanie vessel and shared
her
knowledge of space, intermixed with
spontaneous readings, answering their questions and offering
information
from a storehouse of
vast knowledge. The Quinns, who had planned to leave at 8:30 because
they
had to get up early
the next day, ended up staying until close to 11:00 p.m.
Sanni mentioned Julian's presence and we ended up turning out the
lights,
lighting a candle,
holding hands and going into a meditation to try to contact his spirit.
Led
by Ron, it was only a
minute or so before Sanni "saw" him and then fell into trance and began
telling us from Julian's
point of view what he was feeling. Our dear departed friend was afraid
to go
to the light, although
it was within reach. He was concerned about too many things on Earth,
particularly this house
and his belongings. We reassured him that we were taking care of
things,
that he had nothing to
worry about, that although we would be changing things in the house, it
was
to become a house
of love and his things would go to people who would appreciate them. We
also
promised to take
his ashes out of the house and scatter them in a mountain stream. After
much
gentle coaxing and
loving encouragement, Sanni spoke for him as he slowly made his way
toward
the light, where he
could many people waiting for him. I told him my dad was there, holding
out
his hand. And
finally, Julian crossed over into the light and was free. We saw him
soaring
like an eagle. It was a
beautiful feeling and we were all so relieved and light-feeling. Sanni
awoke, unable to remember
anything that had transpired, but we told her and thanked her. She said
she
was very tired, that
she always gets drained when she goes into trance. From that point on,
she
said she no longer felt
his spirit haunting the house.
At the meeting everyone agreed that Sanni should move to her beloved
mountains. She was told
by Khinyeo that if she stayed where was is, she would die within five
years.
Ethan had already
vowed that he would help move here to the mountains. He brought up the
idea,
and the rest of us
at the meeting made a pact to help her. We are asking any Star
Beacon readers to join us in
helping to bring Sanni to Colorado. Jack Ames volunteered to drive
across
the country with Ethan
to bring Sanni here. Ethan has been working on finding her a rental and
others are inquiring about
getting her SSI transferred. But she is going to need funds to help her
make
this move.
This young woman is such a beautiful being, so sensitive, so
intelligent,
and so compassionate and
loving, even after a whole life of abuses. If we didn't believe she is
who
she says she is, I wouldn't
be writing this right now, and Ethan wouldn't be going so out of his
way to
help her. She has so
much to share with Planet Earth, and she must get on with her mission
so
that one day she will be
allowed to go home. Please consider sending a small donation in care
of
The Star Beacon for the
Marcellina Beckwith Fund. When she moves to Colorado, she has decided
that
she is going to
change her name to Marcellina Beckwith after her mountain family. Even
if
you can only send $5,
it will mean so much to give this ET hybrid a new start and a new life.
You
may send donations to
(INFORMATION DELETED -- OUT OF DATE -- Web Editor).
Illustration by Sanni Ceto