We
are all familiar with the notion of contactees, people who’ve
encountered benevolent aliens with a message to spread on Earth about
the dangers of our self-destructive ways, our nukes and our impending
doom through the misuse of our planet’s environment.
There is another form of alien contact that has so far been ignored or, if it has been acknowledged, ridiculed to the point of absurdity: the claim made by some very human-looking individuals that they are themselves aliens from another planet here to bring a message of love and hope.
One such person is Vivenus. A simple person, Vivenus traveled simply from town to town with acoustic guitar in hand, playing wherever a group would gather to hear her message.
Vivenus introduces herself and her book thusly:
“Dear Friend in Light, as you read this, let the light grow brighter within you.
"Please understand that what I shall share here I must translate into the Earth tongue. I
must – against the natural grain of me – name and
label and classify in words the life I lived at home. I must seem to
bottle and confine beauty as though it could be [so contained.] It is a
strange task, and I pray I can achieve it.
“We are free at home – not stopped by the policemen of words. We do not name beauty, but become one with it. And we do not question joy, but just enjoy it.
“We have not ‘time.’ We live in the eternal Now, so it will be difficult to pinpoint events and memories and celebrations. But divine love will give to me what I need, if you will keep in your mind all along these pages that Venus is a wordless world, a silent world. When we communicate at home, it is not by sound but by feeling. And if memory restores some ‘conversations’ in this writing, understand it was not actually in words but in feeling that I must put into words.
“I shall describe scenery, places, souls and moments in my Venusian life, and it will surprise me if I can do it, because at home I never had to put into words what was in my heart. What we do at home is flow in feelings, which turns into a state of being called love.
“The ‘things’ on Venus are not really ‘things’ as they seem to be on Earth. We make what we make, for the most part, with our minds. No sounds of hammers pounding nails. We envision our house, and the house is there. We can envision its being built ‘brick by brick’ or we can see it all at once, perfect and complete.
“My name is Viv. Full name is Vivenus. This is my soul name, the one I was given for my mission on Earth. And I was given this name on the planet Venus where I was born.
“I cannot prove my origin. I cannot prove that what I share with you is true about my heavenly home. I cannot even prove that I exist at all. Perhaps I am but a figment of your imagination. What is proof is an illusion of the mind. What is faith is of the heart, and thus is real. If I do exist, then I am from Venus. I have no credentials, but one: my heart that does not stop loving you, oh, child of Earth.
“Before I came to the Earth plane, when I was at home on Venus, I had a vision of all of you. I felt that the Earth would welcome – if not me – then the truths I would discover to help them find the peace and inner contentment, independent of what happens on the outside. But now I know my vision was a mirage. The Earth seems satisfied to resign itself to depression, despair, and dead ends. Does this planet Earth need me from Venus? Did it ever need me? I still don’t know.”
There is a kind of poetry contained within the heartfelt prose of Vivenus, and she also offers snatches of lyrics and short poems throughout the text. The narrative of her life is written in a book called : Vivenus: Starchild; begins with her childhood on Venus, a place where, as she has explained, no one uses language to communicate and where one simply wills things to appear. For instance, if a Venusian wanted to make a painting, they would conjure a canvas out of nothing and then mentally transfer the image from their mind onto the canvas and voila, there is the painting.
But the most important aspect of life on Venus is love. Feelings are the only true reality, and the mind and its use of language to describe the world simply isn’t needed. That depth of feeling is what Vivenus hopes to impart to Earth, whose people suffer from a collective depression sent by enemy forces of darkness that lurk in our skies ever ready to amplify the pain we have largely brought on ourselves.
Why don’t we see life on Venus? Why do we think of it as a dead planet, too hot to harbor physical life of any kind? Vivenus answers that the Venusians vibrate at a level too high for our naked eyes or optical instruments to see. They are so advanced spiritually that they are basically invisible to us.
Vivenus attends something like a college on Venus to prepare herself for her missionary journey to Earth. Her older brothers fly her to Earth in a flying saucer, what Venusians call a “swoop,” named for its swooping motion as it travels. She is given a fleshly covering that is identical to a young American woman who has recently taken her own life because of her failure to succeed as a singer of love songs. Vivenus slips into her role so perfectly that even the relatives of the young woman she replaces can’t tell the difference. It’s a variation of the “walk-in” motif that has been kicked around the past several decades, in which an alien chooses to enter the body of an everyday mortal and work through that person to create positive change in the world.
After teaching herself to play guitar well enough to accompany her singing, Vivenus composes songs of love that embody the doctrine that the heart is all there is and that perfect love is available outside the confines of human language to those who seek it in purity and compassion. She may be a little whacky to some, but one must admit her intentions are good. But all does not go well for Vivenus. After spending some time on Earth, she begins to fall prey to the same hardships as we Earthlings.
“The more I tried,” she writes, “the more I failed. The more I cared, the more indifference was shown to me. I found out what a lie was and what deception is. And I began hurting inside just as the girl before me. My determination to sing for the world turned into desperation. My struggles to stay afloat and keep a shelter angered my soul, for this struggle to survive on Earth was intruding on my mission.”
She learns to fear and to mistrust, and becomes familiar with the pain that comes from being rejected by friends. But she overcomes her depression by being reminded of her mission and being “shown” the plan for her future. She decides to reveal her true identity as a Venuisan and begins to speak publicly to large crowds, starting in New York and moving westward. She writes down her feelings in a series of books, and holds weekly meetings for those interested in her story as well as publishing a twelve-page journal called “Feelings.”
Vivenus concludes by saying that when she began her mission, she hoped to reach everyone on Earth with her teachings about perfect love, but as it turned out, she was able to share it only with a few people. There still exist news clippings of her 1980 campaign to have God listed as a write-in candidate for president in the race between Jimmy Carter and Ronald Reagan. Some of the local election boards, including the one in Oakland, California, stated that that was fine, as long as God was at least thirty-five years of age and born on American soil. Vivenus had even written a campaign song for God’s candidacy called “It’s Not Odd To Vote For God.”
Timothy Green Beckley, the publisher of “Vivenus: Starchild,” said he long ago lost contact with Vivenus and doesn’t know if she’s alive and well or if she even remembers her life touring the country on a mission from the universe. We can only wish her well somewhere “out there.”
Extracts - Sean Casteel
There is another form of alien contact that has so far been ignored or, if it has been acknowledged, ridiculed to the point of absurdity: the claim made by some very human-looking individuals that they are themselves aliens from another planet here to bring a message of love and hope.
One such person is Vivenus. A simple person, Vivenus traveled simply from town to town with acoustic guitar in hand, playing wherever a group would gather to hear her message.
Vivenus introduces herself and her book thusly:
“Dear Friend in Light, as you read this, let the light grow brighter within you.
"Please understand that what I shall share here I must translate into the Earth tongue. I
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| Vivenus |
“We are free at home – not stopped by the policemen of words. We do not name beauty, but become one with it. And we do not question joy, but just enjoy it.
“We have not ‘time.’ We live in the eternal Now, so it will be difficult to pinpoint events and memories and celebrations. But divine love will give to me what I need, if you will keep in your mind all along these pages that Venus is a wordless world, a silent world. When we communicate at home, it is not by sound but by feeling. And if memory restores some ‘conversations’ in this writing, understand it was not actually in words but in feeling that I must put into words.
“I shall describe scenery, places, souls and moments in my Venusian life, and it will surprise me if I can do it, because at home I never had to put into words what was in my heart. What we do at home is flow in feelings, which turns into a state of being called love.
“The ‘things’ on Venus are not really ‘things’ as they seem to be on Earth. We make what we make, for the most part, with our minds. No sounds of hammers pounding nails. We envision our house, and the house is there. We can envision its being built ‘brick by brick’ or we can see it all at once, perfect and complete.
“My name is Viv. Full name is Vivenus. This is my soul name, the one I was given for my mission on Earth. And I was given this name on the planet Venus where I was born.
“I cannot prove my origin. I cannot prove that what I share with you is true about my heavenly home. I cannot even prove that I exist at all. Perhaps I am but a figment of your imagination. What is proof is an illusion of the mind. What is faith is of the heart, and thus is real. If I do exist, then I am from Venus. I have no credentials, but one: my heart that does not stop loving you, oh, child of Earth.
“Before I came to the Earth plane, when I was at home on Venus, I had a vision of all of you. I felt that the Earth would welcome – if not me – then the truths I would discover to help them find the peace and inner contentment, independent of what happens on the outside. But now I know my vision was a mirage. The Earth seems satisfied to resign itself to depression, despair, and dead ends. Does this planet Earth need me from Venus? Did it ever need me? I still don’t know.”
There is a kind of poetry contained within the heartfelt prose of Vivenus, and she also offers snatches of lyrics and short poems throughout the text. The narrative of her life is written in a book called : Vivenus: Starchild; begins with her childhood on Venus, a place where, as she has explained, no one uses language to communicate and where one simply wills things to appear. For instance, if a Venusian wanted to make a painting, they would conjure a canvas out of nothing and then mentally transfer the image from their mind onto the canvas and voila, there is the painting.
But the most important aspect of life on Venus is love. Feelings are the only true reality, and the mind and its use of language to describe the world simply isn’t needed. That depth of feeling is what Vivenus hopes to impart to Earth, whose people suffer from a collective depression sent by enemy forces of darkness that lurk in our skies ever ready to amplify the pain we have largely brought on ourselves.
Why don’t we see life on Venus? Why do we think of it as a dead planet, too hot to harbor physical life of any kind? Vivenus answers that the Venusians vibrate at a level too high for our naked eyes or optical instruments to see. They are so advanced spiritually that they are basically invisible to us.
Vivenus attends something like a college on Venus to prepare herself for her missionary journey to Earth. Her older brothers fly her to Earth in a flying saucer, what Venusians call a “swoop,” named for its swooping motion as it travels. She is given a fleshly covering that is identical to a young American woman who has recently taken her own life because of her failure to succeed as a singer of love songs. Vivenus slips into her role so perfectly that even the relatives of the young woman she replaces can’t tell the difference. It’s a variation of the “walk-in” motif that has been kicked around the past several decades, in which an alien chooses to enter the body of an everyday mortal and work through that person to create positive change in the world.
After teaching herself to play guitar well enough to accompany her singing, Vivenus composes songs of love that embody the doctrine that the heart is all there is and that perfect love is available outside the confines of human language to those who seek it in purity and compassion. She may be a little whacky to some, but one must admit her intentions are good. But all does not go well for Vivenus. After spending some time on Earth, she begins to fall prey to the same hardships as we Earthlings.
“The more I tried,” she writes, “the more I failed. The more I cared, the more indifference was shown to me. I found out what a lie was and what deception is. And I began hurting inside just as the girl before me. My determination to sing for the world turned into desperation. My struggles to stay afloat and keep a shelter angered my soul, for this struggle to survive on Earth was intruding on my mission.”
She learns to fear and to mistrust, and becomes familiar with the pain that comes from being rejected by friends. But she overcomes her depression by being reminded of her mission and being “shown” the plan for her future. She decides to reveal her true identity as a Venuisan and begins to speak publicly to large crowds, starting in New York and moving westward. She writes down her feelings in a series of books, and holds weekly meetings for those interested in her story as well as publishing a twelve-page journal called “Feelings.”
Vivenus concludes by saying that when she began her mission, she hoped to reach everyone on Earth with her teachings about perfect love, but as it turned out, she was able to share it only with a few people. There still exist news clippings of her 1980 campaign to have God listed as a write-in candidate for president in the race between Jimmy Carter and Ronald Reagan. Some of the local election boards, including the one in Oakland, California, stated that that was fine, as long as God was at least thirty-five years of age and born on American soil. Vivenus had even written a campaign song for God’s candidacy called “It’s Not Odd To Vote For God.”
Timothy Green Beckley, the publisher of “Vivenus: Starchild,” said he long ago lost contact with Vivenus and doesn’t know if she’s alive and well or if she even remembers her life touring the country on a mission from the universe. We can only wish her well somewhere “out there.”
Extracts - Sean Casteel
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