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Name: Liz (a.k.a. Kithra)
Age: 59 (born 6th October 1949)
Location: Cornwall, UK
Occupation: Retired

Throughout my life I have been interested in Metaphysics, Esotericism, all aspects of the Paranormal, Earth Changes, Planet X, Crop Circles, UFOs, and Alternative Theories; and I feel that many of these subject areas are inter-related. It’s rather like a jigsaw puzzle where you can’t see the whole picture until you’ve fitted all the pieces together.

Since going online in the middle of 2001 my Favourites Folders have grown exponentially. So I decided to build a web site where I could share all these disparate links with other people who were, perhaps, also searching, (and sleuthing), towards the truth – or at least their own personal version of the truth.

I remain open minded on all of these topics, neither a believer, nor a debunker. I am simply a researcher into the mysterious, the unexplained, and the strange events that people experience, as well as into the alternative ideas that people have about life.

Below is some personal information about me, including some of the strange experiences that I've had throughout my life, and also the time that I think I saw a UFO:

First, a short personal history might be useful: I am British and I have one daughter, now in her 30s, who has 4 children and was widowed age 24; I myself was widowed in 1985. I have lost many close friends and relatives to death, including one suicide and two murders. I was adopted aged 6 months, and my father died when I was 6, my mother when I was 11, and my husband when I was 35. I was educated at public school and local technical college, finishing my education with, amongst other things, 5 “O” levels and 3 “A” levels.

I first worked as a bookseller for Blackwell’s in Oxford, and later ran my own secretarial/P.A. business but had to give this up in the early 1990s. Seven years ago I set up a registered charity that dealt with mental health problems, (not severe problems, but the slightly lesser, and still debilitating ones, such as loneliness, anxiety, stress, emotional trauma, etc:), and I was the secretary, as well as a trustee, but this has since closed. My physical health has now deteriorated to the state where I receive some disability benefits as, according to my doctor, I have calcification in my shoulders, depression, agoraphobia, panic attacks, migraine, dizzy spells, and rheumatism, crepitus in my neck, loss of peripheral vision in my left eye, and labrynthitis. However, I am not a hypochondriac and I am not mentally unstable; simply unwell and often depressed.

All my life I have relied on my intuition, which has rarely let me down. I have experienced many instances of ESP, especially with those close to me, and I have had several instances of synchronisity. I have had an interest in ufology, astrology, metaphysics, the paranormal, and anomalous phenomena, for as long as I can remember. I also remember, aged about 13, thinking very deeply about the fourth dimension, and coming to the conclusion that: 'time is man-made for the convenience of man'. I have, on occasion, been able to predict disasters, but only on a non-descriptive basis in that I can 'feel' when a disaster is about to happen, only I very rarely know what, where, or when.

For the last decade or so I have tried to become more spiritual, and I have developed a personal, eclectic, belief system. This includes believing that we choose our parents and write our 'life-script' before we come to earth; and this, of course, includes a belief in reincarnation, (but not in the eastern philosophies of reincarnation). I have what might be described as a more 'Westernised' view. I truly believe that one lifetime is not nearly long enough to learn all the spiritual lessons that need to be learned in order to progress, or evolve, in any meaningful way.

I have a very eclectic library of 'new age' esoteric literature, some of it ephemeral, some quite deep, and all very interesting. About half of my books, (you can find a list of them here), are UFO related, and I think that my wide reading in this area is due to the experiences I have had, throughout my life, which I cannot explain. These consist of very clear memories, which are all still as clear today as when they happened, and they are as follows:

My first memory, of any type, is age 2 (in 1951) when I was in hospital for a few days having all my teeth extracted. The memory is of looking down onto a table which seemed to be made of a criss-cross of black metal tubes, or bars. It was lattice-like as the empty space between the bars was visible. At the same time I was aware of it being a very hard surface, on which I was lying on my back. I was also aware of a very bright light just off from the right side of my head. I assume this was the operating table and lights, but I am amazed that I can still remember this, even though I would have been under the anaesthetic at the time. Throughout my life I have never been able to breath properly when lying on my back, and I have a complete medical/hospital phobia.

The third very clear memory, (the second not being relevant), is age 3 or 4 (in 1952/1953) when I lived on a farm. In those days the milk was collected in large metal milk churns by a tanker, not dissimilar to the petrol tankers one sees today. I remember one day, when it was already dark, (and therefore possibly during a late winter afternoon), although I was still playing outside. I was in the garden looking down the drive to the farm gate and I saw the tanker arrive to collect the churns. For some reason I was completely terrified - maybe because it must have seemed so large to a small child, although I must have seen it many times before. This memory has always stayed with me, but I have not developed a phobia about these type of tankers!

At the age of 11 (in 1961), just after my mother had died, I went to live with my aunt and cousin. Here I had a bedroom on the ground floor, where I remember lying on my back staring up at the ceiling. Suddenly I was above my bedroom ceiling, the ceiling of the room above, the attic ceiling, and floating in deep space. It seemed that I was surrounded by tiny pin-pricks of different coloured lights which shone like multi-faceted diamonds. Less clearly, I seem to recall looking back down on myself lying in bed, however, I do recall that I came back into myself with a pronounced 'bump'. This happened twice in a very short time, be it on different days, and on both occasions I am certain I was fully awake, I remember it with such clarity. Perhaps these were just two examples of an OOBE, maybe caused through my grief.

When I was 13 or 14 (in 1962/1963), I was at boarding school in Newbury, Berkshire, just 2 miles from Greenham Common Air Base. One day a friend decided to run away. The night she did this I was concerned for her safety and, after 'lights-out' I watched from my dormitory window. It would have been sometime after about 9.00 p.m., and I watched for a long time. I saw her go down the long drive, (at least the length of two hockey pitches), and disappear out of sight. For some reason I stayed watching the main road that ran past the end of the school grounds. Suddenly, on the road, looking to my left, I saw a very tall figure that can only be described as a 'Michelin Man'. It must have been tall, due to the distance involved, and the fact that I had such a clear view. I watched as it walked up the slope of the road to the crest of a hill, and out of sight. I remember thinking that someone must be on their way to a fancy dress party, but how strange they didn’t go by car, and what would the other traffic on the road think of them. At the same time I didn’t actually recall seeing any traffic at all on the road; usually always busy, being a main link into, and through, the town. The other strange thing is that although I was now feeling cold I don’t remember going back to bed. I simply remember being back in bed again. I was not asleep during this experience, it is crystal clear and absolute reality. I have no explanation for it. In those days Michelin tyres may have been advertised on TV but at school we did not have TV so, if the advert was on, nor did we have TV at home, so I could not have seen any such advert at that time.

Age 15, (in 1965), I had an odd experience of what is probably 'deja vu'. My aunt and I had gone to visit the stately home known as Littlecote House, near Hungerford in Berkshire, and only a couple of miles from where we lived. It was the first time I had been there. On looking round, (not on a guided tour), my aunt said we should go and look at the bedroom in which legend has it that Queen Elizabeth I gave birth to a child which was immediately killed by being thrown onto a blazing fire in the room. My reaction was to at once take my aunt straight to this room. I did not know this house, so how did I know exactly where it was and go there with no confusion?

Aged 19, (in 1970), while working in Oxford, I lived in a bed-sit. One night, shortly after I had gone to bed, but before I went to sleep, I had a most frightening experience. My room was not large, and my bed had the head by the window and the foot towards the door. In the opposite corner from the door stood a large, old-fashioned wardrobe. I had the most clear, distinct, feeling of something completely evil emanating from the wardrobe. This lasted for about 15 minutes, and in the end I had to turn on the light and spend the rest of the night with the light burning. I had not been drinking, and I have never taken any prohibited drug.

When I was 24, (in November or early December of 1973), my husband was driving us along the main A4 road from Hungerford to Newbury. The time was either late morning or early afternoon, and the weather was cold, dry and a little overcast. Living so near Greenham Common, both my husband and I were quite used to the the many different types of aircraft that often flew over the area. Suddenly my husband drew my attention to something in the sky over the fields to our right. At first we thought it was a plane because it was shiny and metallic looking, but we could not see a tail or wings of any sort - a cigar? It kept pace with us, or we kept pace with it, for about 6 miles, there being hardly any traffic on this long straight stretch of road. Eventually, we went up a hill into a built up area where it was no longer in our line of sight. We did not hear any noise at all, but this may have been because our windows were closed, due to the cold. At the time we both thought it might be a UFO - this to the extent that it convinced my husband who, until that sighting, had been a confirmed skeptic.

For years I have been making notes of any strange dreams as soon as I wake from them. All of them are so 'real' that I have to switch on the bedside light when I awake, just to feel less frightened.

In October 1997 I awoke at 1.30 a.m. from what seemed to be a lucid dream. An invisible cat was pawing at my neck and shoulder. On waking I said to myself: 'This is not possible, it must have been a dream, I no longer have a cat'. Then a large growl came from the area around the bedroom door, indicative of a very large cat. I lived in a flat, on the third floor, and no pets were allowed in the building. One could not have got into the house due to the security system. I actually had to get out of bed and check to see if a cat was there; of course there was no sign of one.

On the night of the 11th/12th November 1997 I woke up in the middle of the night feeling that my duvet was being pulled off by a force of real evil; it was actually still in place. Somehow it seemed to have become an animate object, and I felt a presence of evil around me for quite a few minutes afterwards.

On another occasion, towards the end of that year, I was just falling asleep when I heard a voice say: 'Gotch-ya' quite distinctly. It was male voice and, as I was laying on my left side, it seemed to come from somewhere to my right, just above the bed and about half-way along my body. Sitting up in bed I was, of course, alone and nobody could have got into my flat.

Since 1998/1999 I have had three 'flying dreams'. Two were exactly the same: I found myself flying down the hill in the high street, here in Falmouth. In both these dreams I was aware, during them, that I was flying. In the third dream I was aware of myself twisting out of my body, twisting to the left, and saying that I had to go home, whilst believing that I was a young boy, maybe aged about 9 or 10 who lived in Switzerland. Perhaps these were more OOBE's, or just lucid dreams, they were so real.

In 1999 I was walking home from the centre of town, about mid-day, and was only a couple of hundred yards from my front door. All of a sudden, as I passed two shops near the brow of the hill, I felt what must be like the 'oz factor'. The traffic was flowing normally, but I could hear no sound and all the people, both in the cars, and the couple on the pavement, looked like L. S. Lowry match-stick figures. By the time I reached home a few minutes later things were back to normal.

Also in 1999 I had a dream where I saw the sky simply covered with masses of UFOs, all displaying many different, beautiful colours. In every direction I looked I could see nothing but these UFOs, some of which were being chased by ordinary planes. My daughter was with me in this dream and I remember drawing her attention to them; we were both quite over-awed. I had this dream twice within a couple of weeks. It was frightening, yet beautiful.

Since the beginning of 2000 I have had two more very strange dreams. In the first, I was inside what I thought was a plane. But it didn’t seem quite right because I was looking out of a round port-hole window, and in the dream the fact that it was round seemed to feel wrong for a plane. Below me I could see what I thought was the ocean, the basic colour was a wonderful shade of sea-green with very large patches of a sort of royal blue shade, and the sky was black - not storm cloud black but night black. (Thinking about it afterwards it seems that it might have been the Earth I was seeing from the distance of space). Looking upwards I could just see the ends of some long black lines dangling in the sky. A voice behind me, a male voice, said we must fly carefully because the cables were part of a television communication system that was broadcasting. The voice then asked me: 'didn’t I know there was a war on down there?' A very strange, and very vivid dream, again just like reality.

Another strange dream, in May 2000, is of being in a park, walking along a pathway. All of a sudden a double-decker bus came hurtling up behind me and suddenly swerved over to the other side of the park, across a large patch of grass, to stop next to a coach. I continued along the path to the end of the park where the path became a lane, bordered on each side with a high hedge. All at once a plane, which I can only liken to the old Lancaster Bomber, came swooping down towards me, making me duck out of the way. At this point I woke up feeling quite disturbed.

My latest 'odd' dream was during the night of 10th/11th September 2001. I dreamt that I had to take a plane journey. In fact I dreamt of two planes. The one before the flight I had to catch was high-jacked and came down in flames. In the dream there was no way I could avoid taking the second plane, even though I knew that this would also come down in flames. Living in England, the Twin Towers Disaster occurred at 2.00 p.m. UK time. When I awoke I simply shrugged off such an odd dream because I was not about to travel anywhere, and certainly nowhere by plane. At midday I had a very strong urge to telephone my daughter to say that I thought there was going to be a disaster of some kind. However, thinking it was just another of my 'odd' ideas, of course I didn’t bother to do this. You can therefore imagine how I felt to see the WTC tragedy unfold on my TV a couple of hours later.

Since then I have had one more 'memorable' dream. It occurred about two years before the Asian Tsunami struck in December 2004. In my dream I was standing in a field of fairly high corn stalks, and the field was situated on a coastline. It was such a huge field that I couldn't see the edges of it, but I remember standing in the middle of it, looking towards the sea, and being aware that a massive tidal wave was about to come ashore.

I still continue to have premonitions; one such being that the Space Shuttle Columbia would explode on its return to Earth.

Do I need to add here that I have always dreamed in colour? Apparently, a lot of people only ever dream in black and white.

Lastly, for any serious researcher reading this, I don’t know if it is relevant in any way, but when I am almost asleep at night I often suddenly 'come to' with a 'bump'. And, on numerous other occasions, when trying to fall asleep I feel what can only be described as an electrical arc go from one side of my head to the other. At yet other times, just as I have closed my eyes I see flashes of bright golden light in my head. My doctor says this is nothing to worry about, although he can’t tell me the cause.

I am still undecided whether alien abduction is real in the physical sense, or whether it is something from another dimension or reality. All my above experiences have been very 'real' in the physical sense of the word, and the memory of them has stayed with me exactly as I experienced them at the time.

You can also learn more about me, and my interests, from the interview I did for UFO Review, which you can click here to read.

You can also read my own personal blog here:
http://kithraskrystalkave.blogspot.com/
and my contributions to:
http://womenesoterica.blogspot.com/

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