In my serie “Back to the Basics” about
the presence of the benevolent Intergalactic Fleet of beings (= Ashtar
Command), from the space Galactic Federation helping this planet to
ascend into the 5th dimension, I have selected this time the story of a
Native american contactee. This story is typical ot the physical
encounters of the 50s. The physical pioneers contactees were simple
people, without the fancy and contradictory information often found
today in many psychic contacts.
However as a universal rule of thumb, any group of ETs could only
contact their own breed on Earth, that is : some of their own numbers
who have agreed to come into embodiment on the ground of Mother Earth.
This is why each group perfectly know “their” contactees, and have
followed everything about them since their youth, even surveying their
ancestors.
Cmdr. Lyur (Wolfheart)
CHIEF STANDING HORSE
An Ottowa Indian, Chief Standing Horse was born near Lake Erie, Ohio, May
8th, 1892. According to their Indian custom the mother named the new baby by
the first thing she saw or by some event. In this case she observed a bag of
buckshot hanging in the teepee, and heard their old horse, Frank, neigh. So
the name became, “Frank Buckshot Standing Horse", and later in life “Chief”
was added.
Chief Standing Horse recalled an early memory of a story told to him by his
aged grandmother, White Fawn. She said that when she was thirteen she saw
something round flying in the sky and called it a flying canoe. She saw
people in it as it flew quite low. It had beautiful colors. As near as the
Chief could figure out, White Fawn must have seen this in 1794, because his
grandmother was 130 when she passed on.
The Chief’s first contact with a Flying Saucer came on May 15, 1947. He was
reading his bible under a Blackjack Oak tree at his 12-acre Christian camp
near Sapulpa, Oklahoma.
Here are his words of explanation:
“I happened to look up into the Eastern sky, and I saw what I thought to be
an illuminated airplane on a split second. I looked at my Bible verse, and
looked up again, saying to myself, that’s no airplane. What in thunderation
is that thing? It’s round like a tire - can that be what White Fawn saw when
she was 13 years old? I had an island in the loop of the creek and the thing
came down slowly and landed.
