Hello Again,
I’m back home where, instead of tall buildings and concrete, I’m surrounded by green. Quite a shift, and my energy has some catching up to do. But I’m glad to get back to my usual Wednesday Substack post.

I finished Saturday’s post about the sighting of UFOs from my office window in the Gulf and Western Building (now Trump Tower) saying, ‘There’s more to the story, but that’s enough for now.’ I wasn’t sure how people would respond to this controversial subject, but some readers asked to know the rest, so here it is: the Before and After part of the tale.
What Set It In Motion
The prelude to this ‘sighting’ came through a profound experience I had, just three months before. One night, I became aware of my dream, able to see the details and remember them. I saw the face of a man I didn’t know; It was fair, slightly rounded with a thick mustache. His blonde hair was in a ponytail. The look was reminiscent of 1970s David Crosby.
The dream progressed and I saw, despite the attraction, we were having an argument. Then we were in my apartment. I was sitting on his lap. I asked him to undo the ponytail. He did and spread his hair out over his shoulders. He looked like an angel. The dream ends. I wake up saying, “When?” I somehow knew I would meet him.
‘When’ turned out to be later that evening. I was with an ex-boyfriend who had just popped over. He was not getting a warm reception, and so we were heading out to see the full moon over Prospect Park. Through the glass window on the locked Brownstone entrance, I saw a man was in the vestibule, leaning over, looking at the names on the mailboxes.
The Man in the Vestibule
The man in the vestibule turned to look at me. It was the man from the dream, and he seemed to recognize me. As we walked by, he asked if I knew which apartment his friends were in. I didn’t. But I found myself in a slightly altered state.
The ex-boyfriend seemed to literally shrink in size. And once we were at the corner, looking at the big Full Moon, the man was next to me. Without introduction, he said, “the Sun is in Libra…so the Moon must be in…?” “Aries,” I said. And that seemed to give him some validation about me.
He said he would leave us ‘kids’ to our star-gazing (he was our age), and walked back toward the brownstone. I remained in this odd state, like he was with me, and would be in it for the short time I knew him.
Without going into a lot of detail here, what I’d seen in the dream happened.
The argument was at dinner the next evening in his friend’s apartment. He was challenging me about astrology and how superficial it was. He tried to discourage me about completing the Venus and Mars book I was in process of co-authoring. He recommended I read some other books, not on Astrology.
Naturally, I wasn’t going to listen. I agreed with part, but not all of what he said. And my co-author and I were under contract, and I had gotten an advance.
I wasn’t expecting the phone call that came the next evening.
On that night while the Pink Floyd album Wish You Were Here played, over and over, he spoke to me. He had a lot to say about the nature of space, what he’d seen from a spaceship, and he told me about dreams. He said you always dream the next day, but may not remember. The dream could be literal, or a symbol of what happens.
The information about space was so profound and unusual for me, I couldn’t remember what he said. I do remember the information about dreams. But I didn’t tell him that I had dreamt him and some things that had already occurred between us the night before I saw him. I’m not sure why.
The next night, he wanted to take me to the roof, to continue my ‘education.’ It was cold and I resisted. The next morning, he called to tell me he had to see me. We had breakfast and he told me he was leaving.
There were symbols he had gotten when he asked about our relationship. I understood part of what he said, and that he always followed the symbols. It was best that he leave. I heard this with a mixture of relief and sorrow. He had been difficult, but also fascinating.
I had already started noticing my dreams and how they were showing things the next day. I continued to write the book on Venus and Mars, which we published in 1980.
That this was a profound meeting was very clear to me. And several years later, he would show up in my first palm reading. A young man from India was in New York, doing a hundred free readings as part of his training. A friend and I decided to give it a try.
The palm reader told me things that later took place. I have no idea how my palm showed him this, and he surprised me when he said that there had been a man who entered my life some time ago, and it was a very important meeting. But he was only there for five days, because he knew we could not be together.
Looking back, I see that I was definitely not ready for this intensity, mentally or emotionally. But this palm reading helped me understand his purpose in my life, and that he had been telling me the truth.
A Call From California
The January after that meeting, I got a call from a guy I’d known since we were twelve and who moved to California in the 60s. He’d given me my first ‘spiritual book,’ The Only Dance There Is, by Ram Dass. He was excited about how the extraterrestrials were coming and were going to take us up in spaceships.
Well, California, I thought. It was like that out there. But later that evening as I journalled, the questions were asked…Is it true? Are you coming? Will we leave on ships?
The following night, I woke to find myself sitting up in my loft bed. There were unusual white lights moving on the wall next to me. I thought a spaceship was hovering outside and the cause of my waking this way. I said, out loud, “If it’s all right with you, I’m going to lie down and go back to sleep now.” And that’s what I did.
I didn’t want to experience this. In January of 1980, I was already strange enough in the eyes of others because I was an Astrologer. I didn’t need to be a person who’d been on a spaceship and seen extraterrestrials.
But, I had asked. The next day I saw the ships from my office window. For the details of that event, see the post Hello From NYC!
What Came After
For a few days after the sighting, I felt strange, as though someone from the ships was going to contact me. I thought I might turn around and see a creature and the thought was unsettling. I was afraid of what they might look like and in my mind I said this, and hoped if I ever saw them, I’d have a friend with me. I wondered why, if they were taking us up on ships, I should bother to have a career.
But I didn’t talk about this with anyone. A few months later, I was sent up to an office to get a paper signed and got into a conversation with the administrative assistant who I’d never met before. It seemed news of the UFO event had spread through the company. People on other floors had seen what I saw. I admitted that I had seen it but didn’t say much about my experience, and didn’t share those thoughts I’d had. I did say I was curious to know what it was all about.
She hadn’t seen the ships, and she was also curious. She asked if I’d like to go with her to one of the regular meetings where I’d see a woman who was a channeler. She might be able to bring through someone who was on the ships. We could get information for me and the others that were in the Circle.
My First Experience of a Channeler
Most of the best psychics I’ve ever met, in all the various fields, were in NYC in those days. And this would be one of them.
All the Channeler knew was that I was curious about who was on the UFOs I’d seen, why they had come, and if they were going to take people up with them. After just a few moments, the Channeler had connected to a Being who said he was called Tule. He had a powerful quality; friendly, with sardonic humor at times.
The Circle asked almost all the questions. One of the first was what he looked like. He said he was taller than humans and had a face that looked like a character in a current movie, and with the triangle shape of an insect we have on earth. We surmised this was Darth Vader and a praying mantis.
But then, the woman bringing Tule through turned toward me and Tule said, “But don’t worry, Shellie. When you see us we’ll have on our very best face.”
And when someone in the Circle asked if they would ever bring me up on a ship, Tule replied that I was frequently up there, and I was difficult to teach because I wanted to wander around the ship and see everything. That provoked laughter. And again, Tule turned toward me, “But we won’t be paying your rent while you are away.”
So, my two unspoken concerns were answered. And for me, that validated the Channeling but also the fact that I was in telepathic communication with them.
The group also got answers to where they were from, though the answer was not where they came from but where they stopped when visiting here: the dark side of the Moon. Yes, they channeled music, specifically that of Pink Floyd and the Moody Blues.
And when I asked about the man I’d met and if he was on the ships, the answer was yes, he was there, too. But, Tule quickly added, they weren’t responsible for his personality.
And After This?
There were dreams and waking from dreams, seeing an image and hearing words still being spoken. More recently there were dreams where I was with unknown others, going to a station of sorts where a conveyance would come to take us back home.
And over time, I increasingly found myself speaking about this with others who had similar experiences. But I never saw the ships again, or those Beings on them, in my waking life.
And that’s the rest. So far. ✨
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