L.A.R.A.
By Dana Kokla
Copyright 2011 Dana Kokla
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
My story begins from today, 30th November 2011 but in the course of writing my tale, I will have to go over the past at some point; to see how it all fits together and how it led me to now. I’ve kept my secrets for long enough and really, I believe it’s time to start talking. There are certain people in the world today, who need to know. Perhaps they are also keeping their secrets and are ready to learn that they are not the only ones. No-one wants to be different; no-one wants to stand out in the crowd. Most of us want to at least give the impression of moving with the herd, being just like everyone else. Myself? I wanted to be average and so I am. I have an average intelligence, had an average education, have an average income and I am neither ugly nor beautiful so I have average looks too. I even have an average family, two children and a dog. I am so average that people would barely notice me. But my cosmic sister noticed me. In fact, she was looking for ‘average’. When I asked her, why me, she had told me that I was a perfect example of the human race. Most of the planet is populated with people just like me and it’s those people that she wanted to learn about, not the lying leaders and politicians, heads of defense or finance. Average people were what she had looked for. She found me and I’m sure a million other average people were also ‘found’. If you think about it, reasonably, not necessarily logically, wouldn’t all of those average people give them a perfect picture of life on planet earth? Wouldn’t they learn more about us as a race that way? It makes perfect sense to me. Here’s the big confession then. I communicate with an alien. And as if that weren’t, on its own, monumental enough – I’ve been doing it for the last 16 years!
Does that scare you at all? Because I think it’s time that you knew. Perhaps you’re reading this because you’re just like me and you need to know that there are more of us out there. YOU will know that this isn’t a work of fiction but if you ask me, I’ll say it is. I’ll always say it’s just a story. And when my story is done, I will disappear amongst all the average people in the world, becoming so average that you won’t even know I’m there, you’ll barely notice me at all. People will say, “Wow, what a clever work of fiction that was” unaware that I am not a very clever woman at all. I will go back to my average life, in a remote location, where I am safe and comfortable and I will watch as the future unfolds. Knowing what I know, understanding the truth.
Communicating with an alien for the last 16 years was a pretty big secret to keep. I only told my husband, the father of my children about it recently and that was after 9 years of marriage. He was open-minded and didn’t call for the mental health nurses to come and take me away, thankfully. I think he even believes me. So, this is where it’s all really ‘beginning’, after 16 years everything is starting to take off. I’m 42 by the way and although you should really know my name, I’m not going to give it. I call my alien 'my cosmic sister' and her name is L.A.R.A.
I need to take you back to my childhood, in order to give you a complete picture, to have you connect all of the dots so to speak.
My birth was much the same as any other, nothing special to say. I was three weeks premature and I look like my father and my grandmother; all perfectly normal. At about three years old, I used to climb into bed beside my mother at night when my father was working night shift. I’d ask her who the old man was standing in the corner of the room, watching us. She of course, couldn’t see anyone and so she’d snuggle me into her arms, pull the blankets over us and tell me to hush and go to sleep. Another time, I was 5 and had been playing with friends in the empty houses that abounded on the run down estate. I can’t remember it so clearly but I can remember what we’d said had happened. That we’d tried to go up the stairs and a lady had appeared to me, pointing to a hole in the stairs that a friend was about to step into. Thus warned, we’d fled home to tell our mothers. Then I was 6 and we were leaving that estate and moving to another estate on the edge of the city, where the city ended and the countryside began. It had sounded like heaven to me; even from very young I’d wanted to live in the country. I had loved the tale of the town mouse and the country mouse as a child. The house was empty and everything was moved into the removal van. I walked into the empty front room and with its coloured glass window; the sun lit room shines in my memory like a church. As I was stood there alone, looking about at how different the room appeared now that it was empty, I picked something from nose. I’m sorry, that sounds disgusting, I know. I pulled or removed something from my nose. It had hurt a bit and I’d heard a crunching noise as it came out. It wasn’t completely round, was sort of like a fat ‘u’ shape and it was hard and white, like bone or plastic. I couldn’t recognize it as anything, you know, like it wasn’t a crayon or a marble or something that I knew. I was only 6 years old but for some reason, I never told my mother about it. I simply placed the object on the windowsill and walked out of the empty room and got into the van that was taking us to our new ‘countryside’ home.
It had been a joy to see woodland, fields of wheat, green fields with grazing horses and then rows of neat houses and blocks of flats. It was still an estate, filled with the same sort of average people but it was on the very edge of the city, with the countryside only 2 minutes walk away. I can remember standing at the bus stops on that estate with my mother and realizing that I could hear what people were thinking. I was only 5 years old; it never occurred to me to monitor this sudden gift, or even, that it was a gift. It seemed quite normal to me and to be honest I was never that curious about other people to actively focus on them much, just to hear their thoughts. It was something that I did when I was bored, waiting and so often happened at bus stops. I didn’t hear voices you know...it was my own mind’s voice but it was someone else’s thoughts. It seemed so normal that I never considered mentioning that to my mother either, assuming that all people could do it. I was about 8 or 9 when I realized that it wasn’t normal. I was afraid of anyone learning of my gift and saying that I was crazy. I’d seen movies after-all and I knew what happened to crazy people or anyone who was different. So, I made it ‘go away’. I simply turned it off. Later in life, I turned it back on again…but that’s another story.
I was about 7 years old, when I went missing for a few hours. My mother had called me many times and was almost ready to call the police when I arrived home, shaken, telling her a strange tale of two men, in smart suits, swinging walking sticks and wearing top hats…walking along the edge of the wheat field, on a dirt track and then vanishing into thin air, mid-step at the small creek. My parents checked me over, ascertained that I was unharmed physically but that obviously something had frightened me. They asked a friend to sit for them and later that night, when I was sleeping, they went down to the fields with torches to see if they could see anything. There was nothing to be found there, of course.
Some time after that, I was maybe 9 when a friend of mine slept over. While she bathed, I sat on the floor outside the bathroom, talking to her through the door. A figure appeared halfway down the stairs, as if caught coming down, hand on the banister. I can’t recall who the figure was or what they looked like but I do have a vague memory of a resemblance to a pen pal of mine, who lived far away. It was as though my mind was taken somewhere else, as if I had slipped from one reality and entered another. I was completely unaware of the reality that I had left behind during that mental shift. I proceeded to converse with the person and my friend listened from the other side of the bathroom door. Remembering that I was only a child – the conversation was strangely banal, about soap. I pulled myself back out of that reality when I shouted over and over for my mother, to question her about our soap. I believe now, that the real visitor had been LARA, disguised so as to not frighten me. I also believe that there had been another conversation taking place sub-consciously whilst my child-self was distracted by talk of soap.
Sometime after that, I decided to ‘switch off’ my gift of hearing thoughts, as I said earlier. And life became normal, all about growing and having fun. I always read books though, was fascinated by astronomy, occult, paranormal and spiritual topics. I became fascinated by dreams. Where my daytime became normal, my nightly dreams became the place to explore magic and mystery. I had dreams that were prophetic and this also fascinated me, I realized that there was so much more to people than was known by science. It was all mundane, day-to-day stuff mind you. I never had a dream that predicted a catastrophe or anything. It’s as though I was learning, or perhaps being taught, slowly, slowly.
When I was 23, a white light had exploded in my mind and I’d heard someone’s thought, “I will stay with her”. By the time that I was 25, I’d found someone to teach me how to become a medium. I also trained as a healer but subsequently left to follow my own road and thoughts. Becoming a medium had felt like a homecoming. The thoughts that I could hear were back and I’d discovered, were from spirits and probably this was the same when I was a child, only I hadn’t realized. Ultimately, though, not all of my questions about the world, the cosmos, the reason for life, could be answered. So, I began my own exploration of the world, people, mental and psychic. I read, researched and developed. And I did a lot of thinking. And while all of that was going on, I also lived and loved, worked and eventually gave birth to children.
I was about 26 when LARA first came to me, directly and without disguise. I had been sat in my nice warm, comfy living room, with a sketchpad and pencil, practicing my psychic art. This is something like automatic writing but with painting or drawing. I was looking at the wall and lost in my thoughts, when I could see her face against the wall. Just a white, glowing, oval shaped face with almond shaped eyes. I could see it, everywhere I looked, as though the image was printed on my eyes. I knew that she was in the room with me but I couldn’t see her. I knew that she was tall and I knew that she wasn’t bad. I wasn’t afraid but my stomach did flip over, the way it does when you come face to face with an animal that is more powerful than yourself and your gut instinct recognizes that power. I can explain all of those feelings well because I later in life, had the same feeling when I saw a hawk swoop over my garden and its wing span was greater than my outstretched arms, or like the day when I met a snake that was 6 feet long and would have taken both of my hands to span it’s girth. So, I recognized her power but I wasn’t afraid. If she’d wanted to hurt me, she could have done it, without me knowing a thing. She didn’t communicate with me that night, just kept sending her face perhaps so that I would get used to it. All of the things that I knew that night, I sensed rather than saw. As a medium, I had been trained to trust my senses and so that is what I did. I knew that LARA was sending the image of her face, very powerfully, by telepathy. I knew that she was not a spirit…that she was alive, in a physical world or reality. I wasn’t so sure that she was in my reality, perhaps an alternative but close to our own reality. To this day, she sends me the image of her face, as an opener or closer to messages, like a greeting and a goodbye. I can tell whether or not she is close by how clear the image is. The closer she is, the stronger and clearer the image is, to the point of my being able to see it everywhere that I look. Right now, she’s been sending that image from very far away but I have the feeling that she’s on her way back. Sending the image is just a greeting or the beginning of some communication however she can at any time, connect to me and watch the world through my eyes. And not just mine.
So, I’ve taken you through my past and the events that led me to become the woman that I am today. It seems like it was engineered a little bit, looking back. But, I hasten to point out that LARA could be communicating with anyone, they wouldn’t have to be a medium at all. Having said that, I suppose that someone who didn’t have an open mind and hadn’t explored as many topics as myself, may have been terrified by such an encounter. An evolved and loving being, would never do that. They’d move slowly and take things step by step. Just like we do with our children don’t we?
Now, why is it that I think she’s on her way back and starting to move closer? Well, it’s been everything that’s happened this November and the things that she’s shown me. These are the things that I really want you to know about.
Chapter 2
Did you ever hear of the 11:11 code? It’s a code that’s meant to be relevant to us all in some way. I myself, had the habit of glancing at my digital clock every morning, to find that it was 11:11am exactly. Those numbers were supposed to be relevant to us but no one knew exactly why. Then, Remembrance Day was celebrated on the 11th November 2011 – 11:11:11. I remember that day; I was listening to the radio and writing some notes in my diary. There was a minute silence and so I also sat and said a prayer. Nothing strange happened that day. Nothing out of the ordinary at all, however 2 weeks later, I felt as though I’d just woken up.
I need go back to the beginning of that November. LARA hadn’t been around for a long time; she’d not sent me her face or any messages for a long time. But as winter truly started, she sent me her face and a message. Communication with LARA isn’t verbal. It’s not like two minds talking together in thought. She communicates with pictures. However, she does understand my mind voice and the language that I think in and sometimes I know that she’s been listening to conversations that I’ve had. She can look through my eyes, or anyone else’s. She can also take my mind so that I am looking through her eyes.
I was in bed and ready to sleep, closing my eyes; I could immediately see her face. It’s as though I’m looking into space and her face is moving towards me, shinning in the darkness. Next, I was looking at a computer screen with green symbols running down the screen, exactly like those in the Matrix movie. Through the code emerges her face and then next she’s showing me my living room, where I’m looking at a cup on the breakfast bar. The ground beneath my feet begins to move up and down and the breakfast bar is shaking so much that the cup falls off it.
Can you see what she was trying to tell me? She’s confirming that she’s from a different reality to our own, sort of like the Matrix movie if you saw that and can remember it. The whole Matrix story isn’t important but what is: is that there were two realities there. When people came out of one reality, they discovered the other. And then, they could travel back to the old reality; being free of its boundaries and limitations, they could perform miraculous acts. So, LARA was letting me know that she was from an alternative reality to mine. And also, that just like the code reader in the movie, she could read the code of our reality and see what was going to happen. After that, what she showed me was an earthquake or perhaps she was telling me that something would rock my world?
Just after this, I was doing some research on the Internet about stone circles. A friend by chance had posted a video of a stone circle that I’d never heard of so I watched that. When it finished there were other similar videos available for me to watch, if I wished. I watched another and by then had a column of videos on the right, that I ‘may’ be interested in viewing. I moved from stone circles, to crop circles. I was glued to the computer for the next three hours! It seemed that whilst I had been leading my average life, in a remote location…the world had continued moving and I’d missed it all. The very next video that I watched showed a crop circle with an alien face and a disc of binary code. Not only that but the picture that made up the face, was made with lines, running in the opposite direction to the face. Exactly like the picture that LARA had shown me. The face itself was similar to LARA’s.
I still couldn’t make sense of it all though. I wondered if LARA’s race had made the crop circle. But then there was another piece of code added there the next day apparently. And this has been decoded to say who they are, which planet in their solar system they live, their elements, their population, and their appearance roughly along with height – short. The disc is said to have been binary and was decoded as, “Beware the bearers of false gifts & their broken promises. Much pain but still time. There is good out there. We oppose deception. Conduit closing.”
I don’t know if I believe it but I feel as though there are lies somewhere there. I can’t translate it myself, what do you think; is that translation right? Also, the thing is LARA’s race are TALL, not short. I wondered if the message was about ‘other’ aliens then, which we should beware of. I wondered why LARA had shown this to me and whether or not her race had made the image.
The very next crop circle photograph that I came upon, confirmed everything. It was perhaps the silliest of all of the crop circles. It shows an oval face, with almond shaped eyes and it appears to be smoking a pipe. There are circles radiating out from around the face. As soon as I saw this, I knew. I knew that it was real and that LARA’s race was making the crop circles to send us ALL messages. And I knew that there were more people like me on the planet because that particular crop circle was deeply personal to me. It couldn’t have been just for me so that image must have spoken to many people.
That’s why I want to talk now, so that you know, you’re not alone and you’re not the only one. It was Christmas 2004/5, when LARA came to me one time. I went to sleep and that night I dreamt that I went to her planet with her. Except it wasn’t entirely a dream. I was conscious, aware that I was ‘seeing’ something else. She had taken my mind and was letting me see her home, through her eyes. I remember that the light there appeared to be blue; everything looked various shades of blue. Their skin glowed white under the light, like white clothes under the ultra-violet lights used at the school disco. Their clothes were long robes with high collars. There were streetlights and houses, similar to our own and there were neat verges with small paths that glowed white in the blue light. There were no vehicles that I could see. Then LARA and her companion smoked a pipe together! It was long and white, with a short and small piece at the end. It reminded me of old pipes that I’d seen from here, made of bone or clay. It stood out in my memory because I remember being amazed that they were so much more evolved than us but that they ‘smoked’. It was funny how my mind interpreted everything that I was seeing but when I woke up; I realized that they were telling me they were peaceful. Using images from our own history, they had allowed me to smoke a peace pipe with them!
Seeing that crop circle was more of a revelation than any other and not just that; it was a confirmation and acted as a trigger. Because only at that point did I realize that something was happening and I truly ‘woke up’. I looked back across my whole life and then I looked back across history and I got a very real sense of just how much events and mind-sets had been manipulated. Of course, when learning all of this and seeing deception and manipulation of the masses in many places, I had to also ask myself; just what is LARA’s agenda then?
Well, she has become my dear friend and I trust her. It’s been 16 years. And since November she’s been with me every day and has sent me some sort of message every night. She’s laughing at the idea of being a spy and it’s as though we’ve embarked on a game together. She showed me herself, crouched and wearing the face that she shows me as a mask, sporting a manly trench coat and hat, just like in the old spy movies. She was looking at me as though I was also hiding and was to join her.
And then this morning my husband woke up and said he’d had a dream where he’d met a blonde woman with a Russian sounding name and she was a spy and she was laughing at him. I burst out laughing. That was LARA, I had explained to him and she’s getting you ready to accept her greeting.
She is a watcher then and it seems to me that her race has been watching for a long time. Being evolved though, they stay out of the way; keep their distance although they are sending us encouragement and help. They’re letting us know that they’re there and communicating with many of us in a more direct way. Actually they’re communicating with us in the most perfect way and in the only way that an evolved being can. They’ve not landed and demanded a meeting with our leaders; they’ve watched us and learned about our lives and our humanity. They learned our language and our customs. Basically, all of the people’s minds that they’re communicating with are at their disposal. And when the time is right, they’ll make their presence more physically felt. I do think that they’ve been here before mind you…. even that there’s some already walking among us, perhaps in prominent positions in society. When I looked at her planet, was it blue because the light was blue or because she sees only in shades of blue? And the other night when we laughed about the ‘spy’ thing and she showed me a woman in an office, getting up from her desk with a file in her hand and walking down a corridor, only to surreptitiously hand the file to a passing man, whose eyes was I looking through then?
Without a shadow of doubt her intentions are good, to my mind. She laughs with me for goodness sake. She’s never done anything to hurt me and she has been a sister to me for 16 years. She’s always seemed to just watch and learn but now, it’s more like she’s helping. I sense that she wants to show me something and that she wants to play ‘spy’ with me.
There’s a crop circle that is called the 11:11 crop circle. It has a reference to the 11:11 code. I’m pretty sure that all of the crop circles, join together into one long message but I’ll get to that later. What I wanted to say is that if LARA’s race is making the crop circles and they know about the 11:11 wake-up code, did they program us all with it? Was that strange conversation with an apparition, on the staircase of our old home when I was 9 years old, me being programmed? Because I did say to you that I thought that a hidden communication had taken place, didn’t I? So, why did she want me to wake-up now? What’s happening? And what am I supposed to do?
Chapter 3
LARA is not her real name. Well obviously, she’d have an alien name wouldn’t she? But the name stuck one night, when I heard the thought, “What about L.A.R.A?” I’m not in a position of power so I don’t think that there’s anything special that I have to do, well because I couldn’t anyway. But I can talk and let all of you know that you’re not alone, or crazy. That the dreams you’ve been having, you’re curiosity, the questions, the restlessness…. it’s all for a real reason. That’s my mission then! I’m going to write about it. And LARA loves it actually, she’s enjoying her spy game and she’s going to give me messages because there really is something happening that we’ve all been blind to. There is such a great deception taking place and we’ve all been so focused on our lives and the state of the economy to see it. Perhaps it’s been purposely set so, we’re all so busy worrying about how we will feed our children that we’re not thinking about anything else. She wants us to know. And this is what the crop circles are all about. They’re telling us what has happened and what will happen.