First Contact With Omar

Spring 1955

I was married in 1955. My husband's clan had acquired over 2,000 acres of land in the Morgantown/Fairmont area during the Great Depression. One afternoon, shortly after we were married, I went with him to the Warren-Watson farm to feed cattle. We drove down a dirt road and, as we turned into the driveway of the house, I suddenly realized that this was the place of my vision and I knew immediately that I wanted to live there. My husband's family owned the farm and the house and, after four kids and 10 years of marriage, we bought the farm and moved in.

Years passed yet the house and land remained veiled in mystery. Only on occasion did I catch a glimpse of the subtle and brighter realities behind the veil of the physical world. In 1976, pushed by an inner urge to grow spiritually, I learned to meditate. Four years later my world shifted dramatically when I began to see a bearded man on the inner planes during my meditation sessions. He wasn't intrusive and I wasn't afraid. I would close my eyes and begin the meditation process, and there he'd be, meditating along with me. He wore what looked like a black-leather motorcycle outfit and my curiosity led me to ask him what he was doing in my meditation.

It was then he introduced himself as Omar, my kinsman who had come with me to earth 35,000 years ago from a planet called Veloria. Because of circumstances beyond our control, he said, we had remained in the earth and now he had returned to remind us of who we were and why we were here, and what we needed to do before we returned home.

The contact with Omar opened a new chapter in my life. It was Omar who introduced me to Arin, and it was Arin who told me the story of Arina and how it came to be created within an impassable circle of light with its center point over lighting an inner temple that was located in the higher dimensional area of the farm. Arin's descriptions of Arina helped me begin to understand the mystery of the kingdom that the Shepherd was asking me to write about.

I came to realize that the stories of Arina and Veloria had also been distilled and kept alive in the legends of Native Americans. My Cherokee grandmother and her mother had spoken of their ancestors from the stars and the sacred land that lay in the mountains of West Virginia.
Little did I know that the stories of Omar and Arin would evolve into an epic saga of a star people and their journey through time and eternity. To be told that I was a part of that journey, living with the sacred mystery of Arina in my own backyard stretched me to expand my thinking and shed the many limited concepts I held about life, religion, God, and the universe.

In 1979, when I felt the need for support, I had called my mediation teacher. He returned to the farm and his life changed as well, as we made the decision to follow the legend of Arina wherever it would lead.