Family Secrets is the true account of the strange paranormal events experienced by Jean Walker and her family. Jean, a retired science teacher and UFO investigator, has now bravely come forward to share her strange, often frightening, sometimes delightful, yet unexplainable encounters. These include everything from aliens, UFOs, portals, fairies, and Bigfoot.
This is a nice interview, but she shares a lot more in the book.
Here is a funny little synchronicity, she tells an interesting owl story in her book, then mentions me by name and references my owl book—all on page 123! Anyone who has followed my work will know that I put a special emphasis on the number 123.
And a special thanks to UFO HUB for this beautifuly produced interview.
The Messengers features several powerful owl accounts from Brendan Ring. He was immersed in his Shamanic apprenticeship and practice while I was working on my book, and he was generous with his experiences. He has recently published his own book titled A Shamanic Kundalini Awakening.
Brendan is an Irish musician, visionary and mystic. I have not read the book in its entirety, but merely skimmed around. It is a delight to get a more Celtic set of insights as Brendan describes his journey. I can relate to his voice.
Here is a passage from the book that cleanly sums up the owl and UFO connection. That this account comes from a shamanic practitioner makes it all the more resonant—at least to me.
One night I dreamed I was standing with a white owl, high on a hill, overlooking a valley. Shortly after this, a tawny owl and a barn owl came together in a dream, the barn owl nuzzled my hand. The following night I awoke into a vision of the oak tree that stands in our field. Its leaves and branches were enveloping me, pulling at me urgently. I had the sense it wanted me to go outside, and even though it was about four o’clock in the morning, I pulled myself out of bed and answered the call. Outside, owls were calling, Orion was above me, and to the left, a planet shone as bright as a moon. I had only a few seconds to take in the glory of this, when what I’d thought was a star, flew upwards across the sky with a snake-like movement. I have no doubt that this was a UFO and that the tree had called me out to see it.
From my own perspective however, it is the shaman and the tree that are intrinsically connected. The shaman is in essence the human embodiment of the tree, the shaman’s connection is very much to the Earth, and although I may look in wonder to the stars, I know that here, is home.
Excerpt from A Shamanic Kundalini Awakening by Brendan Ring. Brendan's site is linked HERE. And here's a link to the book on Amazon.
Brendan's first book, published in 2016
Brendan has been playing music since he was eleven years of age. He learned first from his grand-father and father, who came from Sliabh Luachra, a region of Ireland famous for its traditional music.
Brendan is an All Ireland champion piper and holds a Master Degree in Music from University College Cork. A virtuoso on the Uilleann pipes, he is also one of only a handful of people involved in bringing back to life, the Clairseach (historical Irish harp). He is one of the only musicians in the world (if not the only one) to play both those iconic Irish instruments. His low whistle playing is cited, by many players, as a ground breaking influence.
Author and researcher Jim Marrs died today. This was one profoundly charismatic guy—a lost breed. The world is a less dynamic place without him.
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I walked into the hotel bar of a UFO conference in Tempe Arizona and saw Jim sitting alone at a table off in a corner. This was back in 2007, and I was nervous to do what I did next. I walked over and asked if I could join him. He smiled and said, “If you buy me a beer you sure can!” I asked what he was having, and he said Dos Equis. I went to the bar, ordered two of them and when I turned around I saw Anne and Whitley Strieber had joined him. I spent the next few hours saying very little and listening intently.
I had lunch with Jim a few years later at another conference, this time in Laughlin Nevada. I was waiting in line to get into the casino diner, and he was standing next to me with two women—one was researcher Paola Harris and the other was an investigator working on a book. We all stood together making small talk and he asked me to join them.
The one woman was researching a case that involved a murder she suspected was somehow connected to a military base. Jim was playing the role of mentor, offering his insights on how to proceed, what to look for, what to ask, what not to ask, and how to be careful. I was fascinated to sit and listen.
Jim cut his teeth in newspaper reporting in a bygone era of journalism. This was a writer who knew how to roll up his sleeves and get something done—and done well.
This is a 20-year old Jim Marrs dancing on stage at Jack Ruby's Carousel Club in Dallas Texas. The photo was taken in October of 1963, a month before the Kennedy assassination.
But more than anything Jim exuded a folksy charisma. If he shared a beer with a witness at a bar, they would certainly fall under his spell. I can imagine the most tight-lipped government insider giving up juicy tidbits just because Jim was so disarming. He was a joy to be near.
I read Crossfire shortly after seeing Oliver Stone’s movie JFK. To say it blew me away would barely express the impact that book had on me.
Jim wrote about the JFK assassination, UFOs, 9-11, remote viewing, secret societies and more. He wrote a fictional book titled The Sisterhood of the Rose. A thriller set in during WWII. He said, “The problem with writing fiction is that it has to make sense!”
He also wrote a comic book titled Oswald’s Confession that fit the puzzle pieces together to help me understand what might have happened. This little gem is wonderful.
