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The Meaning of It All
from the January 2009 Star Beacon
by Ann Ulrich Miller
UFOs at the McGuire Ranch
another excerpt from my autobiography, Throughout All Time.
This time it’s from the Appendix of UFO Experiences. In
July 1984 I attended my first UFO conference at the University of
Wyoming. I went with my friend Jackie Blue and another friend, Jim
Middleton. As a condition of letting me go, my husband at the time
insisted I also take my two small sons to the conference. Ryan was
8 and Marty 4. This is taken from my original journal.
Saturday, July 21, 1984
We were out late last night at Pat McGuire’s ranch
located about 30 miles north of Laramie. We were there from 9 pm
to 12:30 am, watching UFOs. It was raining and storming when we
arrived. It was just the five of us plus Chris F., who has been
out at the ranch before and has seen nocturnal lights.
Our experience last evening started out with a lot of
activity which then diminished. We watched several (6-12, I’d
guess) lights appear in the sky, varying from red to orange to
white. They stayed a short while and then blinked out on us. A
couple of them moved toward the sky until they were practically
right over us, then would dim out.
For the most part the sky was cloudy and there was rain
off and on, with increasing wind. Jim had strong feelings before
we arrived, though I thought he was calmer than before. For one
thing he didn’t have stomach “pains” like he usually gets when
“they” are around. Everyone was keyed up and excited. I wasn’t one
of them, but the other adults smelled a funny odor, a burning,
almost sulfur-like odor, a couple of times.
We all grew very tired. It took a while before the boys
finally settled down. Ryan went right to sleep once he lay down.
Marty watched lights, conversed and “bounced” in the front seat a
couple of hours before he finally agreed to lie down, then
eventually dozed off. (ED’s Note: My son Marty had a habit of
rocking which we referred to as “bouncing.” This habit lasted well
into his adolescence.)
At a couple of points I grew so weary I could hardly
stand it. I kept yawning hard, but I was determined to see more.
We left at 11:30 and, once we reached the highway, I couldn’t stay
awake. My body ached with fatigue and I laid down between the two
boys and fell asleep.
The next thing I knew I awoke, sat up, and Chris was asleep on the
bench. She soon rose and we stayed awake the rest of the way back
Sunday, July 22, 1984
What an experience we shared. I am still overwhelmed by
everything that happened. My body cries for sleep but I can’t give
in until I tell it.
Last night we went to the banquet but didn’t stay. As soon as we
finished eating we left, along with another group of people.
I’ll interrupt to say that I was feeling very depressed
earlier in the day. I hung around at the conference building but
didn’t talk with anyone except Jim and Jackie. I was really
starting to doubt my reasons for being there. Back at the dorm
room I felt like crying, but didn’t give in to that.
We led the way out to the Morton Pass Farm (Pat McGuire’s ranch).
You take Highway 30 north to Highway 34, where you turn right and
eventually left onto the property. A grass road veers off to the
right after you’ve gone a while on this driveway.
Last night we were greeted by a beautiful rainbow that
stretched in a complete arc behind us (a “promise”). The people
who came with us were Bonnie and Julian Joyce, a middle-aged, very
enlightened couple from Hotchkiss, Colo.; Dr. Bob, a disabled
veteran who is quite psychic; Astor, a very special lady who is
handicapped but who has experienced something extremely great and
whose spirit is very strong (at least in my opinion). Then also
there was George, another man with them.
Bonnie and Julian were the ones who influenced us the
most. For one thing, Bonnie had a tremendous impact on Jim. He
claims she helped him a lot. I found the Joyces to be warm and
honest, exuding so much love and overpowering energy.
A storm dominated the evening just like Friday night. But
it was really a lightning storm that was absolutely spectacular!
As it built and the rain fell, we all grew excited — more excited
and high than we’d ever felt. Jim, especially, was going nuts with
all the energy around us. We all felt high, with a great,
indescribable love that enveloped all of us. We felt free to
express everything we were feeling, and it was fantastic.
appeared just like before; they blinked in and out. This went on
for an hour or two. Then the Joyces decided they had to leave. It
was late and they had 400 miles to drive home, and other
passengers to consider. Bonnie didn’t want to go, but Julian was
almost sharp toward her in his insistence that they leave. Then
their headlights didn’t work. One half hour passed while they
worked on getting the headlights fixed. The problem was a broken
switch, a rather bizarre and freaky thing to have happen, we
I have to mention something that happened earlier. While we were
sitting in the van during the storm, after both boys had gone to
sleep, suddenly it sounded like heavy stones were being thrown at
the back of the van. They started out slowly and then suddenly
were striking the van all over in a clatter of noise. All that
noise and the sleeping boys didn’t even stir! I was starting to
Then I realized it must be hail. It pounded in torrents and lasted
about five minutes. Jim kept saying in a joking manner, “All
right, guys, we get it... that’s enough, guys. You’re here. We
know.” He always refers to the aliens he communicates with as
The oddest thing is the hail was not hail but heavy drops of rain.
Bonnie told us later she had stuck her hand out to catch the hail,
but found it was only water.
So after they got the headlights working, we led the other vehicle
out to the road. We had a difficult time keeping the van from
sliding off the driveway in the soft, slippery mud. It hadn’t been
like that before and it had rained hard before. It was as if
“they” were trying to prevent us from going. But Jim, Jackie and I
had already decided we were staying longer once we got the others
safely to the road.
We did not attempt to go back to where we had been. We watched the
sky, which suddenly cleared up. I’ll mention that after the storm,
just like before, the sky immediately above the van cleared. It
was only a patch, but funny how it cleared just over us both
After a while we started getting uncomfortable from the wind and
cold. We had seen only a couple of nocturnal lights and some
meteorites. I saw a UFO swing under the handle of the Big Dipper
and then lost track of it.
The feelings were strong, though, that something was going to
happen, and Jim was convinced it would be a landing, and that we
would meet some aliens with white or light-colored skin. This
struck a chord in me because I’ve been envisioning these slender,
light-colored aliens that have longer than usual arms.
We were just so enraptured by the energy of love that was there on
that ranch, on that spiritual spot where “they” seemed to want us.
Jim kept telling us we had to wait for more people. He said he
felt there had to be some more people invited there that night,
but we couldn’t believe anyone else would come that late.
It was almost 1 am. A policeman stopped, only we didn’t know he
was a policeman at first. We got into the van quickly to leave
when we realized a car was backing up to meet us. We didn’t want
to take a chance on it being a maniac. The policeman asked us if
everything was all right, then mentioned he was looking for a blue
pickup. We hadn’t seen one.
Shortly after the policeman drove off, along came a blue pickup
that slowed, then continued on.
A short while later, another car came (from the north, where
Julian said “they” would come). We were paranoid again and ready
to take off. But the car stopped by us and a man asked the way to
Morton Pass Road (which was exactly where we were). It turned out
to be four people from the UFO conference.
We knew then (with tremendous excitement) that these people were
the ones who were supposed to be there with us, for whatever
reason. I recognized the man named Dick (ED’s note: Richard
Gregory) as a sincere man who had spoken at the conference the
first afternoon. He had some profound things to say, his main
statement being that it was not important to see physical evidence
of UFOs, that just because we were wanting to see a display, they
couldn’t take time to patronize every person looking for a UFO in
the sky. But, he said, they will show when there is a significant
event, when something is very important.
We held hands in a circle then and sort of meditated. There were
seven of us and this number is significant because the number “7”
means “beware of another life form,” according to one person
Dick mentioned also how UFOs often come from around the Big
Dipper. This I found to be highly significant because many of my
own sightings have come from around this familiar constellation.
Then another man (Ray or Roy, I think) announced that he
had something to say. He asked us if he could speak. Jackie said,
“Yes, please.” Then he took a minute to prepare himself. The next
few minutes were a special “channeling” through this man — a
message that greatly influenced Jackie, Jim and myself, and could
very possibly have changed our lives.
Let me stick in one other important event I forgot that
happened while we had formed the circle. Dick pointed up into the
sky at a cross made of clouds. Then somebody mentioned that there
was some kind of prophecy of a “select few” who would see the
“second coming” or something like that in the night sky. Whoever
said it added that they felt that prophecy had just been
fulfilled, and we were deeply moved.
Suddenly the cross turned into a thunderbird or Phoenix,
and the coyotes to the southwest began a series of eerie howls and
yelps that would have sent chills up me if I hadn’t been so full
of that protective shield of God’s love.
I can’t tell about the channeled message, I’m so tired
and can’t remember it, but it seemed terribly significant and we
needed very much to hear it, that much I know. He spoke for about
ten minutes in a slow, precise voice, so we would absorb every
word and every concept. He revealed to Jackie, Jim and myself our
“mission” in an attempt to save Earth.
Then he said, “I don’t have any more to say,” and
everyone was silent for a long while.
After that the four people left. The three of us
remained. I was ready to leave then too. It was late, almost 2 am,
and I was cold and tired and worried about getting the boys back
to the dorm.
Suddenly, great surges of energy filled each of us. We
shivered and felt strange. Then we noticed in the west that a huge
cloud had appeared and was on the ground in front of us. We all
felt it — an overpowering sense of awe. The thing in front of us,
we knew, was not a cloud. It was awesome!
It filled us with such love, such overwhelming awe. Over
our heads we watched a white stretch of cloud reach out and stop
just over us. After a short while it moved on (toward the north).
This happened at 2 am. We all felt strongly that this was the
mother ship. Earlier, Astor had told Bonnie that a mother ship was
At 2:15 am we left. “They” told us (through Jim and
through our feelings) that it was time for us to go now. “Go and
fulfill your mission,” it seemed to say.
I remained in awe. I still am. I slept without dreaming
too much last night, but only had four hours sleep. I need rest,
but I had to get most of this down on paper so I wouldn’t miss too
Afterword: The next day my journal elaborated a
little on the “message”: It had to do with the importance of
fulfilling our “mission,” trying to save Earth, not for us but for
future generations. We were of a “select few” chosen to fulfill
this mission. The “lump of clay” we live on is not important
because we are from “out there,” and his hand pointed up at the
stars as he spoke. We were part of that... part of something much
higher and much greater.
In subsequent years I would discover, under regressive
hypnosis and through an awakening given by Arda Golden Eagle Woman
(a master of awakenings), that I had contact with one of my
extraterrestrial guides, that I had made a decision that night — a
decision I had agreed on before incarnating — and in five years
that plan would begin to unfold, in order for me to fulfill my
The decision involved a sacrifice on my part. It would
become necessary for me to be separated for a while from my
children. However, I would be reunited with my Special One. All of
this was blocked from my conscious mind until years later.
The full story is told in my upcoming book, Throughout
All Time, A Cosmic Love Story, to be published by Earth Star
Ann Ulrich Miller is publisher of
The Star Beacon. In September
she lost her husband and soulmate. Look for the whole story in her
upcoming book, Throughout All Time, A Cosmic Love Story, to be
published in 2009.
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