Notebooks from The Travelers

Peace Love Blessing”¨

I would rather not give out my true name so just call me Wayfarer. I am not from your world, surprised ? Why should you be; there are vast amounts of endless space, and are you so arrogant to think you are the only ones? Please think about it.

I am a traveler. The travelers are people that love this planet and this third dimensional level. We also help where we can. We are the ones you call gods/goddesses; yes there is one who is God the supreme being. However it is not like you think, some male, for the one that you call god has no gender or form but just is in all things, sees all things, and is a part of you and me. It’s too much to explain... too vast as you say in your language.

Just know that what people on earth take as gods or goddesses are the divine beings of the light that bring the good things and try to direct people but never override free will. There is a dark side and you people may call them demons but they are just dark beings lead by Lucifer, yes he does exist. Hell is being locked on your earth plane, people get so attached to life they do the same thing in death over and over.

That separation wanting ever here of burning desire? People think they free them selves by suicide but they need to think again. I will give you one word about suicide, Karma. Reincarnation dose exist and you do come back but not as an animal ( they have group souls). You can go back and forth through time and you don't have to stay on this planet plus you have otherworldly dimensions. That’s the nut shell. The body is a shell. It has no memories it just does what it is programmed to do. A lot about the body and brain is explained in quantum physics; as you think you are, you are.

I could go on about all your religions but let me just say we created them to give you guidance and the power brokers and dark ones on your planet shattered them like shattering a mirror, a mirror that was dropped from a great height. That’s all I am going to say about this subject.”¨Let me turn you over to Hanna. She is going to be the one that we speak through from this point forward. One more thing to remember there is truth is hidden in fiction.

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Hey, I am Hanna, I was born in 1955 and yet it’s 2012 and I am 16, and have no formal education and have no idea why they chose me. They gave me a lot of note books from people that helped and want me to type them out to show people there is help if you truly believe and focus on who you truly are.

Ok, more about me, that’s a hard one, I hate talking about me.”¨I was born in ‘55 and some of this I am not sure about and have no way to ask so if I am wrong about some things it just is what I was told. Daddy hated anything to do with war or the government. His Dad was a Marine, then a cop and then made a lot of money somehow, but I don't know that part.

Daddy was genius smart and so the government wanted him kinda maybe drafted him, any way he split from his Brentwood life (rich part of LA look it up). He had been a surfer all his life, some where along the line he picked up Mommy hitching on PCH (coast hwy) and they fell in love. she was 12 running from a very bad group at home and dad was 20. That was in 54, in 55 they had me in the back of a camper on a beach up by Santa Cruz. As soon as I came Daddy dipped me in the Pacific and baptized me in the Ohlone ways (Native people).

Mommy told me they cooked and ate the placenta it the old ways as well. Daddy and Mommy were 8 years apart in age but connected as one that could finish each others sentences. Daddy or Mommy would take turns bringing each other stuff without asking or speaking to each other. They also knew that if society caught up to them it would be bad so I was raised on the road, where ever the big waves came in, living in a camper.

I don't know how Daddy got the truck it was German as in Nazi when he was 16 he took it and an old gypsy wagon and mounted it on the back and made a camper, as I said Daddy was smart he finished high school at 14 and had a couple doctorates by 20. It was painted all these cool colors and looked like a rainbow with flowers. Daddy showed me how all the 4 wheel drive stuff worked and taught me about driving. He also was my school teacher, Mommy too she studied with me. She had very little education and she would never tell me about her past, just it was bad and how bad the system is for kids. She told me early on never let them catch me if any thing happened run and keep running and don't trust adults because they may do something "for your own good' like turning you in because they are brain washed by the system. If caught tell then, what they want to hear; play along then escape.

Everything was groovy till I was 16 and this big storm came. Daddy had to surf! Mommy was freaked! Daddy never came back. Mommy just walked in to the waves, both gone; one could not live with the other. Me, I never called any one just drove As far from the waves as I could, I was in the sand dunes when the travelers came. Yeah, sand as in desert.

Along the way I saw this boy in a girls dress and they were going to jump off an overpass and I stopped reached over, opened the passenger door and just yelled "get in" at the top on my lungs. Jen was so shocked by this crazy truck and little me driving it ( I am 5 5/ 32 22 32 /A cup, blue almost purple eyes, blondish brown red curly hair, down to my waist), my Daddy called me his Sidhe girl (that’s faire to those that don't know Gaelic). She was so shocked that s/he just got down and came along. Jen was 18 another fall out of society and an uncaring system. Oh and don't ask how I could drive this thing because I just did and don't even remember what roads I took to get here.

From the time I lost Mommy and Daddy, Jen said 3 days had passed I had no idea I just kept driving. Jen told me to stop and rest and eat because I had been driving straight for 48 hours since I picked her up. I pulled off the road thinking it was a camp ground, Jen telling me we were out in the middle of no where New Mexico. It was night and all these lights and old campers came. I was freaked out wanted to run but Jen said she had dreams about them. They were The Travelers. I will go in to that later but for now let me say we talked all night by morning. Jen who was a girl in spirit and was now in body as well. Me? I was asked to do this project and I said yes I just wanted to be as far from here as possible, so they took me to a Lake in the year 2012 in Illinois. Time does not work the same for everyone and if you understand it, time becomes fluid like water and you can go up or down stream. Jen stayed and in 2012 she is in her 60s still my friend, strange days indeed. My dad always told me truth is Hidden, Hidden and Hidden and what you see is not real and what you can't see is real, truth is stranger then fiction.

I am limited in what I can write about. The Travelers want this to be about the Note books. Pleiades, the Sirius A and B are the major players. Then you have the Ashtar command and and the Grays that jumped in (dark ones like abductions and other weird things that over ride our free will). Pleiades, the Sirius A are for the light (that never overrides our free will). Plus you have the Angels both light and dark. You see it gets complicated and I could write pages on that alone. Plus you have other otherworldly dimensions, like the Sidhe from Daoine Sidhe Anyway now the first note book.”¨ I have more than I care to count from all over the world, so the rest will be random. My dad taught me a lot of different Languages and The Travelers more just so you know but I will put this in all in English, oh and no last names to protect those that are still in their incarnation. One more thing Remember I am only 16 so bear with me, yes I skip around a lot, Deal ok.