I just have to tell this story. Not only because it is amazing, but also quite scary and funny. A few weeks ago, while meditating, I received a message to drive up to the top ridge of Topanga Canyon on the evening of May 13, 2015. I don’t normally get such messages, so I penciled it in on my calendar hoping I wouldn’t talk myself out of going on the day in question.
Topanga Canyon is about a 30-minute drive from where I live in Santa Monica, California. Topanga Canyon is one of the country’s top three hot spots for UFO activity. Don’t ask me why. Anyone who has ever lived there for some time, has a UFO story or two to tell. My friend and his teenage daughter, who live on Topanga Canyon ridge, were once out on their back deck when they both looked up to see a very large, slow-moving object in the sky “the size of a football field”. She turned to her father and said, “Dad, is that what I think it is?” All he could manage to say was “Yes” as they both watched, what they later described as some type of “mother-ship” move over their house.
I was not new to the phenomenon occurring at Topanga Canyon. I drove up to the deserted ridge at sunset and from inside my little sports car I watched the sunset. It was beautiful. I decided to do a CE-5 meditation, as had been taught me by Dr. Steven Greer of the Sirius Disclosure Project. After about an hour of meditative bliss, I waited for something to happen. At exactly 8:45 pm, three bright orbs popped out of a dark cloud flying in perfect triangle formation. They stayed stationary in the nighttime sky for what seemed like minutes. By the time I contained my excitement, I had the urgent sense to reach for my cellphone to take a picture. In the split second it took to turn on my phone, my UFOs blinked out and were gone. They did not return. Damn! (The picture in this article is obviously not my picture, but it was the only image on Google that looked exactly like what I saw.)
I decided that the sighting was a personal confirmation for me. Triangles are trinity symbols and trinity symbols are special to me. My work is with the Trinfinity8 technology and even the time the UFOs appeared comes out to the number “8” (8+4+5= 17 = 8). I’m big on math and signs, so I wondered if the evening had any other signs waiting for me. I was determined to stick it on the ridge until 1:00 AM. It was deserted, I was in a locked car alone, but felt relatively safe. Okay, so sometimes I’m a foolish risk taker!
Around 11:00 pm I started thinking about going to the bathroom and stretching my legs. Something told me “not yet.” Within minutes after thinking this, a large flotilla of lights could be seen coming up the winding mountain road leading to the observation ridge. The noise was deafening. I put my ski jacket up against the driver’s side window to block out the flashing glare of bright headlights. Within the next 30 seconds my car was totally surrounded by an unidentified motorcycle gang (UMG) of between 50-60 big, hulking bikers. Crap! I was trapped. No way out. I donned my wool hat and slithered down low in my seat. The rider’s headlights panned my driver’s window, but my ski jacket blocked my face from being seen like some deer caught in the headlights. The unknown fear factor made my heart race. A woman alone surrounded by a UMG. I had no idea if they were the good guys, or the bad guys. I decided to play possum.
While my heart was still pounding away, I silently prayed they would not stick their noses up against the car window to peer inside—or, God forbid, try my car doors for entry. Thankfully, they were locked. At that point, I realized I could allow myself to totally freak out at the potential danger around me, but instead I couldn’t help but laugh at the unbelievable predicament I found myself in. Who would believe such a scenario? I watched as they used the spot as a giant bathroom stop, many of the men standing along the ledge, peeing over the side in full view. They had no idea they were giving a lone woman quite a show.
The bikers wore heavily padded leather jackets with double backward/forward R’s on their back. Later I would learn the UMG was the Ruthless Ryderz—a motorcycle gang comprised of Hollywood stunt men, music industry rappers, and racing addicts. I have to admit some of those guys looked pretty scary with ski masks over their head to keep out the cold night air. I half envisioned getting out of the car, surprising them all, and asking them to take a memorable selfie with me—but immediately nixed the idea.
After about 15 minutes of listening to them smoke and shoot the breeze, I really had to go to the bathroom. I had no idea how long the UMG planned on making that ridge their own. I could be stuck there for hours. I silently sent them the message “Please Go Home.” It must have worked. Five minutes later, they packed up and raced back down the winding mountain road. I took that as a SIGN to go home as well. As soon as I saw their lights disappear around the last bend, I got the hell out of there. All in all, it turned out to be quite an evening. I have to say I am thankful for my incredible and amazing UFO sighting. And, I will always remember my unexpected and humorous UMG that turned into an OMG (Oh My God) experience that had me laughing all the way home.
If you would like to hear a interview I did on other “close encounters” I’ve experienced, enjoy this podcast I did with Paul Riedner, host of CE5 Minneapolis:
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