by k.t. Frankovich
One has to wonder, is an individual whose life alters the evolution of history, ever truly aware of what is really being achieved, at the moment it is happening? When Ferdinand Magellan, the Portuguese navigator, steered his tiny Spanish sailing vessel towards the end of the earth, did he realize he was actually changing the course of mankind forever? Or, did he perceive his voyage as just a challenging adventure, into the world of the unknown?
Logic and instinct tell me, it was the latter which was true. Individuals destined for history books often don't realize the full impact of their actions. Case in point, the precious little girl who wrote, 'The Diary of Anne Frank'. Or, the young unknown musician, who died in poverty, named Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Or, the unassuming newspaper photographer, who took the famous pictures of the Roswell crash debris, James Bond Johnson.
The list goes on and on.
I suspect, there are three scientific discoveries, which have affected the entire human race, more than anything else in the world. The discovery of a round earth. The discovery of flight. And, the pending discovery of extraterrestrial life. A fascinating sequence of events, particularly so, when one realizes just how dependent each one is upon the other.
Time, recorded as a chain-of-events, has such amazing order.
When I first heard of the Sims man, it had no meaning to me. Not being a UFO researcher or investigator myself, I was not familiar with individuals who were actively participating in the discovery of extraterrestrial life. Up until that point, my life had been focused on earthly experiences, not, heavenly experiences.
That is, up until the day when I accidentally stumbled across a strange looking 'being', in a deserted lime grove, in South Dade, Florida. An event, which radically changed my entire outlook on life, forever. It literally forced me to take a good-long-hard-look at this planet, which is after all, my home.
Just what exactly was going on up there in the heavens above me? Where in the world did this strange looking 'being' come from? What was it doing here? Who, may I ask, invited it here?
The thing about the human race is, we have very curious minds and we are extremely territorial.
The individual who experiences a conscious encounter is immediately faced with two, very pressing, problems. Unfortunately, both problems are so overwhelming, it is virtually impossible for the individual to comprehend, that history may be in the making.
Shell-shock, is the first human reaction to a face-to-face encounter. In a situation like this, it is a very normal psychological response. However, dialing 911 will only serve to compound the problem. Because, no matter how you cut it, sightings and straight jackets just don't mix!
The second problem is just as perplexing. Who does one call after the shell-shock subsides? A therapist? Realistically speaking, that and ten cents, won't buy freedom from a straight jacket.
As humorous as these two dilemmas may sound, they are both very real, as well as, very difficult to work through. In May, of 1992, I had two separate, face-to-face, encounters. Immediately followed by the unexpected arrival of two strangers, identifying themselves as United States Federal Agents, who persistently tried their hardest to obtain information from me. How they even knew about my encounters, is beyond me. For someone like myself, who had no prior knowledge concerning the possible existence of extraterrestrials, it was a helluva lot to handle!
I wish, I could sit here and claim, I knew exactly what to do. But, that would be a lie. The truth of the matter is, I didn't have a clue.
When an account like The Lime Grove Encounters is publicly aired, strangers start crawling out of the woodwork. The phone suddenly starts ringing off the hook. I received calls from researchers and scientists alike, right along with, a curious sampling of producers and debunkers. Each one, most eager to seek out as much information as possible. As exhilarating as it was, there was still an unresolved, nagging, problem. The age old question, why me? Followed by, were the encounters intentional or were they accidental?
"Derrel Sims is a man you might want to speak with," my husband suggested casually, in passing conversation.
"Who is he?" I asked.
My witty British husband grinned, "The Sims man."
Little did I realize, the following month, I would be nervously awaiting his arrival. "What is he like?" I wondered, sitting on the porch that day. Is he aware, that I have to live with the results of his Hypnosis Regression Study for the rest of my life? Is he sympathetic enough to know this may be very difficult on me? Or, will I just be another damnable case number!?
The bottom line was, "Is this Sims man a compassionate human being?"
For as long as I live, I shall never forget the moment the car door swung open, and the larger-than-life man stepped out. Standing at least six feet tall, in a tee-shirt and jeans, he causally strolled over, leaned over, and greeted me with a big, warm hug.
Three days later, in an email to Philip Mantle, co-author of the wonderful book 'Beyond Roswell', I wrote:
I have just spent two of the most fascinating, exciting, deliriously-happy days with Derrel Sims, and the only words I have to say are, "I can't wait to be with him again!"
Oh, Philip, I only wish you could have been here too! It was like heaven, Suthern style. What a gracious guest and wondrous friend he is. My gawd what a range of experiences we covered, stemming from the secrets of the Universes, all the way to, outrageously silly human blunders! We had a ball laughing our heads off.
I don't think I have ever talked so much, listened so much, and enjoyed so much, in all my life! It was like a two day Smorgasbord of life. Absolutely amazing and so damned enticing!
David and I had the time of our lives. I think it safe to say, God broke the mold when Derrel was created! What an extraordinary human being he is.
The regressive hypnosis, actually the correct word is revivification, was beyond anything I ever dreamed possible. Derrel led me into a 4 hour, non-stop, session. David could not believe what he saw and heard. It was the most spectacular experience one could imagine.
For me, it was a wish-come-true. Hard to believe I finally got one! I have wanted to do this for so long. This definitely does give me hope for the future. The nice thing is, now that I have experienced it, I can honestly say, "I am so glad I waited for Derrel. He is undoubtedly the master of his craft and I have nothing but utmost respect for him and his work." Besides, I really like his sense of humor. Between you and me, this giant of mankind, looked rather foolish trying to sleep on my wee couch, but he took it all in stride.
I think the thing which struck me the most was, how necessary he is for those who either have conscious encounters or experience abductions. As for myself, I know, had he not come into my life, I would still be going around-and-around in circles, trying to figure out just what happened in the lime grove that fated day in 1992.
Perhaps, the overall significance of Derrel's work is, like Magellan who began it all so long ago, he has dared to step out into the world of the unknown. He has been courageous enough to risk reputation and career in order to follow his beliefs.
I am sure, in his search for a round world, Magellan must have experienced the frustration of having navigated a little off-course a few times. But, in the long run, those small errors proved not to be signficent. What did prove to be important was his perseverance in searching for the answer.
As for Derrel Sims, all I can say is, how deeply honored I am to have been a part of his ongoing quest for truth.
© k.t. Frankovich, 1998 |
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