Lesson From A Little Lamb

by Joyce L. Murphy
Beyond Boundaries

We were packed up in the minibus, all luggage loaded on time, driver Raul Flores at the wheel, and watching Mt. Popocateptl smoke, when we got a call via Ruben Castro's cell phone, from Dr. Soledad de la Pena in the city of Puebla. "Wait," she told him frantically. "Please wait. I will be there in 45 minutes and have a story I must tell you. In fact my life was threatened if I told anyone this story. I have to tell these physicians traveling with you this story. Muy importante!" We were just finishing a 10 day expedition on an odyssey that took us from Mexico City to Tepoztlan and then to Atlixco, with the mission of interviewing ET contactees. Dr. Joseph Chiappalone, a retired medical practioner who lives in a rural area near Cairns Australia, and his associates had commissioned me to take them on this expedition for the purpose of interviewing my Mexican contactee friends. It was his job, he explained, as a member of a alien federation with motherships already in place over our planet, to form a catalyst among these people being given the truth of what is actually going to happen to Planet Earth in the days to soon come.

We had visited our friends everywhere on our usual expeditions and had heard beautiful Eliosa Garcia of Amatlan tell of how over 200 members of her valley had been given messages by ETs concerning our future, had heard the shepherd boy, Claudio, tell of the prophecies given to him by beings of light while tending sheep at age 11, near the village of Atlimeyaya, closest village to the volcano, had talked with Mario Ramirez of Atlizco. In fact at least eight contactees of ETs had told us the exact same story: That our planet is doomed and that the extraterrestrials are preparing a better place for us. I am, by this time sitting on the loaded bus, almost numb from the experiences of the past few days and still very earthbound in my thinking. "What lessons are still in store for me?," I wonder, after loading my too heavy again luggage onto the minibus. "What more can I learn from this expedition?" I look up to see Ruben, our interpreter and guide, rushing toward our bus. He tells us of the call he has just received from the physician, an MD Pediatrician who, because of her extensive training in pathology, was given the assignment of conducting the necropsies on the chupacabras victims. These victims being the poor little animals attacked and having their blood sucked totally from their arteries and organs in a time of just a few seconds, with the usual puncture wounds of this creature from hell - or from a biological experiment gone awry - or from a spacecraft dropoff by evil aliens, we are talking about here. We have gone inside the wonderful IMSS Atlixco Resort to await the good doctor and are sitting around discussing various topics of the week when in comes the most delightful and attractive little lady, who speaks perfect English. "Oh, I am so happy you waited for me," she exclaims in a sense of exhuberance. We quickly introduce one another and then go on immediately with the business and learning at hand. And, what a lesson of life and death, of the physical and the spiritual, we are about to learn from Dr. Soledad de la Pena.

One day the good doctor was called out to perform the usual necropsy on a little lamb, a suspected victim of the Mexican chupacabras. Yes, the little lamb had the usual perforations in the neck, with impossible, to our known technology, surgical precision, and there was no way the little lamb could be alive. But THE LITTLE THING WAS VERY ALIVE AND VERY CONSCIOUS! There was no heartbeat and no pulse - yet the lamb was fully conscious. And, the good doctor assured us of her scientific credibility. She said, very emphatically, "I do not believe in the paranormal, or in astrology, or in anything that cannot be scientifically explained because I am a PURE SCIENTIST! Do you understand, I am a pure scientist!" And then she proceeded to tell us the rest of the story for which her life was threatened if she told. It seems when she found the little lamb, still alive, she took it into her arms and held it - and held it for 12 hours! I asked her - "Twelve seconds?", thinking possibly there was a language problem here. "No," she said, "Twelve hours." Then, being me the scientific type, I inquired again, "Twelve minutes,?" "No, " she said, "Twelve hours." She had held the little lamb which could not possibly have been alive for twelve hours in its impossible condition. And, she told us in complete perplexity, that the little lamb had imparted a message to her: This message was, and in her exact words I repeat to you, "CONSCIOUSNESS SURVIVES THE PHYSICAL."

Joyce L. Murphy
Beyond Boundaries

Beyond Boundaries is a research and membership organization trying to provide the information from our expeditions exactly as we find it from researchers, experiencers, and contactees in the remote areas all over the world. Website at http://www.beyondboundaries.org email is jmurphy@beyondboundaries.org