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discovering my soul, as well as his soul. He’s really trying to share


love and beauty with my life, so I’m trying hard to embrace that.


As for the oil painting, I did this last year. It’s the first oil painting I’d


ever done. I don’t have a lot of explanation for the way it was made,


only that it’s the way my heart made it.



















































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BLUE ALIENS – THE BLUE MEN


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POSTED ON DECEMBER 18, 2015 WRITTEN BY ABBEY NORMAL





































This is an oil and acrylic painting of my, ‘Friends,’ they are what I call,


‘The Little Blue Men Group.’ They have proven to be nothing more


than friendly and helpful toward me. I do get a defensive reaction

toward them at times, only because I associate them with The Grey


aliens, as they look almost identical, but these blue aliens seem to be


friendly and caring, truly harmless. My first experience with them


was startling, much like Ipaygus. It was the evening, almost bed




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time. I felt a very intense and instant relaxation sensation, and I had


to very quickly go sit down and then lay down. Then I saw them in my


mind’s eye, a group of little blue men. I was astonished and then very

energetically defensive, and threatening them if they did anything


harmful toward me. There was no reaction, there was nothing but a


long pause. Then I felt this sensation of superior loving energy just


flowing into this whole group of little men from my very own heart,


and then I saw my spirit, dancing around them and showering them

with extraordinary healing energy. The whole thing was startling and


unexpected, but I could only go with it, so I fully connected with


sharing healing energy with them. Since then, they have been regular


visitors to my mind’s eye, and possibly in more physical ways, but I


don’t recall.





I want to tell you about what they are like, because that information


came through while I was painting, although I have discovered this

prior to the oil painting too. They are not individuals, they truly do


work as one unit, one mind, although they have individual minds


within the one mind. It’s kind of like the Spiders in The Hobbit, how


they seem to be one connected mind but still individual minds within


the One. This was shown to me as the picture started out by drawing



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lots and lots of circles with eyes and the circles became connected and


there were so many. These visitors come to me in what is a small


group of men, but there are hundreds of them and they are all still

associated with the whole, but the whole can be divided into units and


then individuals, but always still connected to the one mind. It’s very


strange to describe this. But after I had drawn all of these circles with


eyes, then I created the head over top of them, and it truly did


represent, One Mind. The odd thing is, they told me I was one of

these faces, and that I was also part of this whole. It honestly


translated as though I was also a little blue man, that I was also one


of them – not a message in the sense that we are all connected, but


that I was literally one of them. Perhaps I have a dual incarnation as


a little blue man? Souls are capable of incarnating in several bodies

at the same time, so this is possible.






Anyway, I really enjoyed making this picture, and I’m working on

letting my defenses down toward them, because they really do seem to


want to help me. There are two focuses, one that keeps cropping up is


the same one that keeps cropping up all the time with me, to focus is


allowing myself to receive love from the outside world, it’s as if I don’t


feel like I deserve it. I can give love but I’m not very good at receiving



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it so that puts me out of balance. The universe can’t give back to me


if I’m not willing to receive anything. This goes in conjunction with the


other focus, which is helping me with my memory and I can tell you

more about that. I’ll hear them talking in their weird way in my mind,


what is like voices all happening at once, but separately too. They


interact with the same words but different sentence structures. Like


one would say, ‘She is remembering.’ While simultaneously, I hear


another say, ‘She doesn’t remember.’ While simultaneously I hear

another say, ‘She will remember.’ And they are all talking what feels


like within seconds of each other, and over top of each other, but I can


experience each individual voice and tell it came from three different


people. They are often talking about me and my memory, and I too


am trying hard to find ways to remember, because I know there is

more taking place than my human memory will allow, but I am


making progress on this. I know part of remembering is allowing my


vibration to increase through love. Me being defensive of these beings


will not help me remember anything, only through opening my heart


and allowing love into my heart, only then will I raise my vibration

above the dark clouds where I will be able to remember through the


sunlight. And this goes for all human beings. Only through love can


you reach the light, and only in the light can you find truth.




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