I would like to thank Ilie Pandia for making the editing, finishing, publishing and distribution of this book possible. Lance White for your incredibly gifted proofreading and editing skills. Larry Buzzell whose unconditional love, support, delicious meals, and editing suggestions made the book what it is today. You are my three ang e l s guys! And I love you more than words can express.
Thank you also to my brother Alex who did the final book revision and for all the guys and gals at Walk With Me Now, with whom all journeys are made into extraordinary experiences.
Introduction
In 2009 I wrote the now very popular Interview With An Alien book. Since then, my friend whom I had interviewed in the book, moved away to a different location and continued her anonymous work among us.
Two months ago, she sent me a note. It was stuck to my front door when I got home from the store. It said:
My Dearest Inelia,
As you know, contacting you by electronic or traceable ways is no longer possible. I knew this would be the case when we first decided to do the interview. I told you then that I would help you write more books, and that is why I am sending you this urgent note.
There is a woman I want you to meet. What she has to say, what she represents, and the information she wants to share, is very relevant for the Earth today.
Her name is Ramona, and she is what you might call a psychic assassin.
No need to let me know what you decide to do, I will know your answer and so will Ramona. If you decide to do this interview, she will be in touch.
I love you dearly, and I know we will be able to meet again openly without danger of either of our paths being derailed by external circumstances or intentions.
Your friend.
I read the note over and over, looking and tapping into the energies contained within. I could feel my friends energy and love in the note, along with the energy of several individuals that had carried the note across what appeared to be several countries, finally to the person who had stuck it on my front door.
I wanted to reach out to my friend and tell her how right she was about me giving seminars and retreats on the topic of Ascension. It was something that was totally off key and impossible for me to see in 2009. I wanted to tell her so many things.
Then I felt Ramona. Her energy was like black transparent glass - vast like the night sky, yet filled with stars. It was also very feminine, and youthful. She reminded me of an innocent little girl filled with rage and anger. I saw a visual of what she looked like: small, black hair, brown skin, big eyes, thin lips and nose, all delicate features like fine porcelain. She sent me a greeting and expectation of response.
Immediately I replied, yes.
This book was began in the traditional interview style, as a series of questions and answers. However, the interview ended dramatically before we were done, and what followed was an adventure the likes of which I had never experienced before.
And now the disclaimer:
THIS BOOK IS A WORK OF FICTION.
Chapter One: First Interview
The airline ticket arrived via regular post. This surprised me because I hadnt had any contact from Ramona in any way since the initial introduction we had when I received the note from my friend.
It was a one week round trip ticket to Costa Rica during a week that had mysteriously cleared up in my calendar overnight, including a stay at a 5 star hotel. I had three days to pack.
My flight to Costa Rica went without incident. I mentioned it to my subscribers at ascension101, and the public at large, but didnt give many details, such as the final destination, when I was going to arrive, or that I was meeting Ramona.
A driver from the hotel was waiting for me at Daniel Oduber International Airport, in Liberia. I was pleasantly surprised at his energy field, friendliness, manners and openness. When I arrived at the hotel, the staff was also amazingly open and friendly. This was a good start to my holiday.
I knew Ramona would not be there to greet me. She had allowed me time to settle into the place and the new energies. She would be arriving at the hotel the next day and the staff told me she would meet me for lunch.
I spent the next morning swimming in the sea, and eating amazing freshly picked live fruits.
I was very excited about meeting Ramona. There was something about her that made me feel as if I was meeting someone I already knew. At noon, I walked down to the hotel restaurant, and set myself up with my audio recorders, paper notebook, pens, and laptop.
Deep in my own thoughts, I didnt sense Ramona enter the room, nor did I realize she was there until she was standing right in front of me, with a wide smile and her hand extended.
We shook hands, an odd way to greet another woman in South America, and exchanged a few words of small talk. Her accent was North American but I was not able to pinpoint it to any particular country or region. She asked me not to take pictures, but said I could record our conversations as long as I promised to delete everything after it was transcribed. I showed her my portable digital recorder, and also a backup wireless pendant microphone which sent the audio directly to my phone. She was fine with both.
My visuals of her had been very accurate. She was around 411, small build, and very fine features with big eyes. Indeed very much like a porcelain doll. From her demeanor and clothes, I guessed she must be in her 50s. The feeling that I was looking into space, or into black transparent glass, was amplified tenfold.
There was also a distinct reserved air about her, like a cloud or mask that presents one person, while the true person remains invisible.
*** Have you read Interview with an Alien? ***
Yes I have. I like it! Its very relevant and timeless. It helped me realize why our friend came into my life when she did, but mostly I think she sent me the book so I could find out about you. Telling my story is not something that comes naturally for me. I am used to working in the shadows, in secrecy.
*** I would love to talk about your meeting with her, how shes doing and what you discussed. But I feel that this is not the story that wants to be told, am I right? ***
Right. Its not the story I am here to tell.