First Contact with the Pleiadians
Listen to our Contact Event on 8/7/2006
at Carrowmore 51/Listoghil, Ireland
Watch our 2019 video of this contact event:
What happened on 8/7/2006?
Two travelers, Mara (Dutch) and WJ (Chinese), chanced upon a group of Pleiadians.
This surprise event was recorded on an iPod.
Below is a transcription of the iPod recording.
Here is Chapter 4 in my book, Journey to Our Neolithic Self.
Chapter 4 Mega Token of Love
August 7, our Day Four, is set for Carrowmore, reputedly the largest megalithic complex in Western Ireland. Situated at the center of Sligo Peninsula, Carrowmore is an open-air museum featuring numerous stone circles and dolmens, I read, and only a 15-minute taxi ride from Sligo town.
We enter through the Visitors Center but avoid joining a group tour, even though the staff behind the counter are nice folks. Rather than going for the stones, we sit on the grass and take out our lunch boxes. Well, Hobbits are Hobbits.
Head empty and belly full, we are ready for the stones. “Let’s go there!” Mara points to the central monument in the field, a big gray mound unmistakably the hallmark attraction of the field museum. The mound has a metallic net cast over it to keep small stones in place—a modern construction, obviously.
Through a short passage we walk into the odd-looking topless mound. At the center of a tight enclosure, there stands a giant dolmen—a giant stone table. Six boulders on the ground form a rectangular box, capped by the seventh, a flat and even slab, neatly cut as if by machine. The way the seven-slab dolmen stands is a statement in itself.
Being the only tourists in the enclosure, we take the liberty of circling around the dolmen, touching and hugging the seven slabs of stones, each unique and mysterious. We then take seats on two small boulders at the corner, intended to serve as “museum chairs.”
Mara closes her eyes. Within half a minute, Mara says that she sees people standing around the dolmen. I fumble through my backpack, grab the iPod, and press Record:
M: These people are dressed in fine material, silky and fluffy.
WJ: How many of them do you see?
M: I can see eight people here, but there are more people around, in a circle.
WJ: Eight men or women?
M: Four men and four women.
WJ: What are they doing? Are they on top of the dolmen or around it?
M: They are not on top of it. They are around it.
M: They are big people. They are holding hands in a circle around it. They are singing…making sounds.
WJ: Can you see when? Thousands of years ago, or more recent?
M: This is at the beginning of these stones.
At the beginning of the stones? So far back? It is difficult for me to visualize Stone Age folks in “silky and fluffy” clothes standing around the dolmen, as I don’t see a fleeting shadow before my eyes. Let me steer Mara in a different direction.
WJ: Can you imitate their sounds?
M: No, no! I don’t have that capability in my vocal thing. What I see is that they are lifting the stones so easily with their sound. They can do everything with their sound! It’s just the eight people who are doing it.
WJ: All of the stones, or just the top stone?
M: They can lift any kind of stone by sound. They actually lift it with their voice. They can move it around as if it weighs nothing. They change the sound and put it down very gently. It’s not even a loud sound. It’s the combination of these eight people and the way they use their voice that makes this one sound.
WJ: A collective one sound?
M: Yeah. I’ll try to gain access to one of them. I’ll ask for permission to join in their body-like, to see how they do it. I’m trying to get as close as I can to one woman. She has a kind of blond hair, folded up, and I can enter her body. I can feel the vibration of her throat. She sings in perfect harmony with the others. They can only do it if their minds are all set on this one goal—moving the stones.
Suddenly, a tour group approaches the mound. Mara snaps out of trance. We have to leave.
Irritated but thrilled, I know what Mara has just witnessed with her spirit eye—people lifting mega stones with their voices—is a diamond of information. Not in a million years could I have guessed that as a possibility. I just couldn’t figure out how human hands managed to lift such big, heavy stones. Now comes an answer, and what an answer: not by hands, but by voices!
Whose voice carries this degree of power? I feel anxious over losing our precious lead. Mara, back in the normal state, reassures me that she can easily get back to where she was. “It’s like putting a movie on pause,” she says.
Outside the mound, about fifty meters away, we find a spot on the long grass to sit. Mara closes her eyes and presses the Play button of her inner movie. I press Record on my iPod:
M: I’m entering the lady’s body. The whole picture is moving again … okay … I feel a great love among these people. I feel a great serenity. They do it so easily. It’s a love thing. Moving these stones is a love thing. They are so united, these eight people!
WJ: You are moving the stones with them? You are inside her body?
M: Yeah, I’m inside her body.
WJ: Can you get close to her thoughts? Why are they doing this?
M: I want to look through her eyes, those bright blue eyes. I can feel her mouth in the sound, and I want to know why we are doing this … Oh, it’s a token! It’s a token to the people around us in circles. It’s a token of our presence here with them. It’s actually a symbol for our presence here.
Mara’s position has shifted to being the lady herself. Holding my breath, I listen to the lady speaking through Mara’s voice.
M: People who are in circles around us can feel the energy of what’s happening. It is like a blessing to them. They cannot lift a rock this big. They see us doing it, and they admire us and honor us for it. We give them something by doing it.
WJ: Who are you, the “we?” Who are you?
M: I am one of the women who came here to give these people something back, like an inner strength, like a birthright to live, and to live well. Not to live in disharmony with one another and with the animals. At this moment, I am one of the women who helped in creating the livestock for these people, the cattle and everything, because we wanted to help them. Actually, they are family of us, not in embodiment, but in the mind, in the spirit. We came to this place to help our family, because our family was so drawn to Earth that it was very hard for them to lift themselves up from the dark situation they were in. They were actually killing and eating each other. They were lost in their dark feelings. So, by lifting the stones and putting them in this position … now it looks very beautiful … it’s like a monument to the bond between our family and us.
WJ: Are you saying that you, this group of people who are helping, and those people on Earth came from the same place in the universe?
M: Yeah, we came from the same place—the Seven Stars.
WJ: Where are the Seven Stars?
M: It’s a group of stars in the sky. The Seven Stars, with planets around. There is one big star in the middle. For us, it is not far. We can be there and be here.
WJ: We are related? We are relatives?
M: In spirit. Our body is different, not so compact. We’ve never eaten blood or meat. Never have we eaten anything that belongs to another life. We are so pure in our body. Nothing blocks us. We are so sincere within us that we can move the stones just by making a sound.
WJ: Are you coming back to Earth to help again? Will you come back?
M: Um … other question.
That was a firm “no.” I must think fast what to ask.
WJ: What’s the relationship between here and the Hill of Tara?
M: Let me try to be in two places at the same time. For us, distance is nothing. We can seed out in different places, where there are families, tribes. It is easy for us to go from one place to another.
WJ: So it was the same group of you who built Tara? You were also at Tara?
M: Yes, Tara was our landing place. If I take a little distance from this lady, I can look at it … Okay, I’m just a viewer now.
Mara is shifting her position again. I ask her not to distance herself, but to go back inside the lady’s body. Mara says she can easily access the lady because at the moment she is Mara in every way. But I still see Mara as Mara, for her body seems to be the same despite the change of her tone.
WJ: Can you ask her to tell us what she expects us to do now in this place at Carrowmore?
M: She says, “I want people to know that this really happened. When people hear it, they will recognize it. They will feel the truth in this story.” And she says, “Make this available for people to enter.” Because it can help them during the coming time.
At hearing the word “story,” a light bulb is switched on in my head—by the Artist. The Artist bursts out.
WJ: Ask her if it is a good idea for us to write a book and also make a film to show this event?
M: I ask her … Oh, I have to cry …
Mara bursts out in tears, her voice trembling.
M: She says, “That’s the task I’ve given you from the beginning!”
M: She says, “I’ll be with you for all time. Don’t be afraid.”
WJ: She meant you or the two of us?
M: She says, “You two are parts of one soul, even though in this life you are completely different human beings. A part of your souls is like one.”
M: She says, “I help you, but you have to do it in this time with this material you have!”
WJ: We have to work together.
M: Yes, we have to work on this project together. She says, “I will give you all the information you need, and give you guidance.”
WJ: Ask her if she is always connected to us, whenever we ask her for help.
M: Her name is Sincera.
WJ: What is her name again?
M: Sincera. Ah, she’s hugging me now! She’s hugging both of us. Open your heart to her. She is so happy that we are here, that we made all the effort to come here in spite of all the difficulties.
WJ: Tell her that we always remembered her, even though we did not know. We came because we had the feeling. We remembered …
M: She called us!
WJ: You called us and we came.
Now, it is my turn to cry. A tidal wave of emotion sweeps over me like seaweed in the sea. In a split second, my entire life has made sense.
WJ: I’ve always heard your calling. I’ve heard it since I was a child.
M: She’s the one who’s guiding us, one from this group of eight. We are part of her, and she is part of us. Oh, I’m so grateful! Try to see her—she’s so beautiful.
WJ: I cannot see you! I am blind.
M: I’ll tell you what she looks like. Her face is serene, eyes are blue, and hair is blond. She’s like old and young at the same time. It’s not that she is a young girl—every knowledge is on her face.
WJ: She’s taller than us, in white?
M: She’s bigger than us, dressed in white, with two golden brooches holding her dress. She has long hair, partly lifted up on top of her head, with golden pins, with curls on two sides. Her eyes are just love, love, love. There is no judgment, no darkness in her.
Now flashing before my eyes is the scene in the sci-fi movie Contact, where the heroine meets the ET, who appears as her beloved late father.
WJ: We have the first contact now.
M: In spite of everything, we are in contact.
WJ: Because of my condition I always doubt about this connection. Please ask her. I need reassurance that she’s always there, every moment there.
M: She’s always there for us. She doesn’t even have to say it. I read it in her eyes. Now we’ve met her, she’ll always be there for us, always. She touched us.
WJ: I’m so limited!
M: She says, “It’s natural that you doubt.” Because we are so deeply into the third dimension, and the bridges are so often torn away from us.
WJ: So, for every step, she’ll give us information? We don’t need to be afraid?
M: She says, “It will be hard for you, like this journey.” I had to conquer my fear of flying, and had to go to exhaustion because I’m not used to this kind of traveling. But she helps us, so we’ll never have to worry about transportation or sleep or food.
WJ: She’ll guide us to make this story known, yeah?
M: She’ll guide us because it is our agreement with her to make the story known.
WJ: Tell her that she can trust us. We will do our best. Actually, she knows.
M: I say to her, “Sincera, you know that Wen-jie and I are willing to do this, because we've known it for a long time that we are going to do this. You guide us. If we have to travel to another countries, we will.”
WJ: We’ve put our lives out to search and to answer this call.
M: She says, “Everything you went through in this life has been guided to this path."
WJ: Including suffering.
M: It makes us mild. It makes us tender. It doesn’t have to make us bitter. She says, “There’s no need to be bitter about what you’ve been through. You can release bitterness from your heart. Please forgive people who have wronged you and hurt you in the past, because you have to walk certain paths to come to this point, to meet me, to meet me!”
I can see my road, from China to America to Holland and then here, all for this juncture of meeting her! In a flash, I see all the people whom I have resented, who didn’t give me what I’d wanted. They each kicked my butt, each pushed me forward so I could reach this point of meeting Sincera.
M: She says, “Nothing comes easy in this dimension—it is a path of struggle. We know this, and that’s why we guide you.”
WJ: She knows everything we do?
M: No, we have our free will, and our privacy.
WJ: Ask her if I can also access her when you, Mara, are not around. Can I reach her on my own?
M: Yes. You can make contact by yourself. You don’t need me to contact her. Just open your heart, visualize her, say her name, and you can come in contact with her. She is there for you just as she is there for me.
WJ: What does she want us to do for the rest of our journey in Ireland?
M: (giggles) I guide you day by day! Don’t worry about tomorrow!
We burst out laughing. Here’s this ego again, wanting to control the unknown.
M: Oh, I can hardly say goodbye to her.
WJ: Don’t say goodbye to her, if she doesn’t want to say goodbye to us! Ask her if her form is her original, or has she taken a human form to be accessible to us?
M: Part of her form is for making it accessible to us, so we can see her as a human. Nice to be in her presence.
WJ: Ask her what we should do today at Carrowmore.
M: (giggles again) “Didn’t you do enough?” she says.
WJ: Tell her, this is Wen-jie, never enough! She wants more and more and more!
M: Let me ask. She says, “Walk around in this place, touch the stones, and through the stones I will give you the memories, the information. The information will be accessible. Just go around and feel the connection with stones.”
WJ: I have one urgent question. Please ask her! I want to understand the task. How should we do this? Do we publish the information as a book? Do we have an additional task of reviving certain rituals?
M: I ask her. She asks us to join her in some rituals. You can write about it. It is good for us to do the rituals with her and then write about it, because we get these old initiations. It is also an invitation. Time and space don’t exist. We can travel with her wherever we want to go! If we want to go to the home base, we can.
WJ: All right! Just tell her that we are ready, always ready. She can give us any assignment.
M: That is for me, Mara, as well. You can give us your assignment. She says, “Help as many people becoming awake as you can, for there are so many people whose star seeds are still asleep.”
Reluctantly, Mara says goodbye. Slowly opening her eyelids from a state of white ecstasy, Mara returns to this reality of green grass. She looks at me and says, “How can I be the same after this?”
How can I be the same? What happened was something I had only dared to dream about in secret. I didn’t even dare to contemplate when, where, and with whom it might ever happen. It was my deepest dream to meet a wise spirit being who could answer my questions. If allowed only one, my question would be: “Why am I here?”
All my life I had carried this feeling that I was in training, and the training was for some kind of an assignment, some kind of a task. Getting a PhD from Harvard and becoming a filmmaker was part of the training but not the task. What is my task? What is my assignment? Years and years of searching had failed to provide me a satisfying answer. Today I received an answer, an answer that truly satisfies.
We get up from the grass. We return to the mound, now empty. We return to the seven-slab dolmen at the center of the enclosure. Touching the dolmen again, Mara says to me, eyes wide open, “This has to do with the planets.”
The planets! Who’d have guessed?
“The table stone captures the six stones, and is related to Saturn. That’s why it has this rectangular shape. Saturn gives things on Earth a form. The top stone represents Saturn; the other six represent the other bodies, as in our horoscope. They support Saturn, and Saturn symbolizes how we are ‘captured’ on Earth.”
Without specifying which is which, Mara goes through the six supporting stones: “Sun, Moon, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Earth … it’s another kind of astrology than the modern one we have … the last one is Mercury. So we are in the middle; there are six ‘planets’ around us and Saturn is the seventh one. Saturn is keeping us—giving us form and shape, giving us structure.”
We say goodbye to the great dolmen. Just as we exit the mound a white cow comes up to the cattle fence. In the manner of a happy dog, the cow extends her head and lets us touch her nose as if she knew us!
As my hand strokes her receptive face, a warm current flows through my chest. A city girl, I’ve never really touched a cow in my life. Here at Carrowmore, I’m touching a cow for the first time. I know I’m not just patting a friendly cow. I’m patting an archetypal cow, a celestial cow, a sky present for us.
“How interesting,” I say to Mara. “After meeting 8 beings from the 7 Stars, the first organic being we meet on Earth is a cow, a white cow! And the number on her ear is 0071 (7+1=8)!”
“We are still in the other reality,” Mara says.
Is this cow an apparition? She seems as real as a cow can be. After a long while of receiving our caresses, the white cow moves away. It is time to leave this dear spot, this contact point.
We walk to the nearby stone circle. It has a ring of boulders guarded by a pair of trees. I’ve never entered a stone circle anywhere before. This first stone circle in my life surprises me with its size of boulders, which are huge, and its vibration, which is inviting. We find a spot on the ground to sit.
Comfortably seated on the grass, Mara closes her eyes. After a while of silence, Mara says to me, “This was a perfect circle of stones. Within the circle, two people could make an alliance to start a family, in the sense that they promised to support each other and to raise a child.”
“A kind of wedding?”
“I wouldn’t call it a wedding or marriage, because that is from later days. But they make an alliance together, a man and a woman, to make a child.”
“So this stone circle is for the special purpose of a child?”
“Yeah. It’s not like a wedding of two people who fall in love and want to make a commitment for the rest of their lives. Here, the two were picked for it—they were born at the right time—and they would join each other and make a baby, for the tribe.”
“Do you see people around them?”
“I see a lot of people within the circle, and they all agree with this happening. The two live in the tribe, not as man and wife. When two people want to have a baby, it will be looked at from certain angles. It is talked about, and everybody in the tribe agrees with it. Then, the two stand in the circle and join each other, to make a child for the tribe.”
“Can you tell me the details of this ritual? What do they do exactly?”
“It’s night, full moon. It’s the full moon of the blossom. They spread out a bed in the middle of the circle, with a lot of sheepskins. In the light of the full moon, they make the thing happen—they love each other, right here.”
“They make love here?”
“They make love here, in the middle of this ring of power, of high frequency. The people in the circle watch it, in the light of the full moon, and they support them with their energies. They give all their energies to the conception. It’s the child of everybody. It’s a powerful happening, a lot of energy.”
I look at the grassy field and can easily imagine two lovers entwined at the center of this round space—I am a filmmaker. But to imagine a whole tribe present, watching and partaking in the lovemaking, is something even the filmmaker couldn’t have dared.
“Were they ‘lovers’ before this ritual?”
“They are young, good-looking, not as we would see as falling in love, you know. They just feel the need to give a gift to the community. They were picked, they were chosen, to bring forth a child.”
Now a little boy and a little girl of some tourist family come inside the stone circle. Mara stays in her trance, unaffected by the children’s play. We continue the channeling.
“Can you see a general pattern? Does everyone have a chance to have this ritual? Or only the chosen ones?”
“Only the chosen ones. They have to make a perfect match to create a child.”
“What is a perfect match?”
“They have to be very healthy. They have to show a lot of respect and love for the tribe. The time of their births is very important, to see if they are a good match.”
“I’d imagine that it doesn’t matter whether the child is a boy or a girl.”
“It doesn’t matter. The child is a gift to the tribe.”
Mara opens her eyes, and says that it was nice to have two children around when she was channeling about a child. I ask about the way this tribe of people were dressed. Mara closes her eyes and says they wore sheepskins and woven cloths of natural white, with bluish-black stripes. Actually, they looked quite pretty and healthy, instead of rough and grungy.
Mara can see where they lived: round houses made of timber, clay, and straws. Their village was quite far from Carrowmore. They had to travel some distance to come here and do the ritual. They lived close to a river. They ate roast meat, fish, roots, and other things. In their village, men and women slept apart, in different houses: a house for men, a house for a group of women, a house for mothers with children, and a house for older women.
Um, one house for men, three houses for women. The picture is different from all the ethnographic images I’ve seen.
I ask Mara to ask the eight star people, if she can, why they made the field of Carrowmore.
Mara says, “They gave it to the tribal people to create a certain lifestyle, like a guideline for a way of living. This way, people could have a tribe with good self-support, which was better for their survival. They never said to the people that they had to do it this way. They guided the people by saying, “If you do it this way, it will make you stronger.”
“So Carrowmore is primarily a ritual place?”
“Yes, it is a meeting place. A meeting place between the eight and the tribal people. Carrowmore was a meeting point, where they were in close contact. People came from different places to meet the eight, to receive instruction and guidance.”
I ask about the nipple-like cairn on top of the breast-like hill in the far background of this vast field museum.
“It’s a place for vision quest. Like Moses climbing up the mountain, people go up there, in solitary state, and meditate inside the cairn.”
“So the hill and the field are part of the same complex?”
“Yes. To help people make a connection with their higher spirit, with that part that still remembers where they came from. To remember where you came from is the goal of vision quest.”
Mara finishes her channeling. We get up and walk around. In exiting the museum, I feel like running into the Visitors Center like a child and sharing our exciting discovery with the nice folks behind the counter. But they might look at me and think: “Uh ho, here comes a nutter!”
So, act normal. I purchase from the staff a booklet about Carrowmore, curious as to what the official story is. The booklet was written by Professor Göran Burenhult, head of the Swedish team that excavated Carrowmore in 1994 - 98.
“Tomb No. 51” is the archaeological name for our contact dolmen.
“Tomb No. 57” for our lovemaking stone circle.
And the field? Its full name is “the Megalithic Cemetery of Carrowmore.”
Do I feel crushed? Not at all. If bones and ashes are found at a site, it doesn’t mean that the site was built for the dead. A site has multiple layers. Intruders and conquerors from a later period could turn any site into a cemetery. Carrowmore was for the living, not for the dead, any child can see.
To celebrate, we treat ourselves to an Indian dinner at Sligo town center. Mara orders a bottle of wine, and the wine bottle comes bearing the label “Sacred Hill.” Our plan for tomorrow is precisely that: to visit my sacred hill, Carrowkeel.
Over chicken korma and basmati rice, I ask my teammate where the Seven Stars are in the universe.
“I know the Seven Stars are called the Pleiades,” Mara says, “but I don’t know where they are in the sky.”
Pleiades? What an unusual name! Never heard of it.