Flying Saucers and other Mystical Experiences

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When I was a child, my mother took me to the circus in the Depression 1930s. Every summer, Hagenback Wallace, Ringling Brothers, and lesser-known circuses brought their three-ring events to town. My cousin Bill and I would slip off and watch the animals being unloaded at the Baltimore & Ohio train depot.

The following day we’d be watching them set up the big tents. A Carnival, with its sideshows featuring freak acts, accompanied those elaborate spectacles. We were mesmerized by the bearded lady, contortionist and Lady Godiva, or one of her traveling sisters who told fortunes.

The fortune-tellers as popular to young kids as the Hoochie Koochie dancers were to their fathers and older brothers: Always out front of these attractions would be some guy wearing a straw hat and waving a cane to induce us into parting with our money in order to know what fortunes that might be coming our way at some future date. We ate it up like strawberry ice cream.

Most of us didn’t know anything about psychics, seers, ESP or channelers. We knew about prophets in the bible who predicted the birth of Christ and all other magical events written down in the good book.

But here on earth, we were confronted with the “real thing” up close and personal.
Bet you didn’t know that Hemet has its very own internationally known “psychic.” Cece Stevens is the daughter of Wendell Stevens, the late Godfather of UFOlogy, Wendell Stevens, who held forth on late-night radio for many years. His 61 books are still high on the charts of popularity. He and Art Bell dominated the nighttime paranormal shows on radio for years.

Cece Stevens’ work covers almost every aspect of the unknown: Reiki Worker, Crystal Healer, Psychic Medium and Teacher. “I knew at an early age that I was different,” she says. I had a gift. Many of us have psychic abilities.

Some recognize it; others don’t. I knew I inherited it from my father, so I became obsessed to develop my talent and see how far I could go with it.” Cece has expanded her talents way beyond her wildest dreams.

She calls home a large two-story building with enough rooms to pass as a hotel, sitting on more than three acres that encompass a pool and chicken house a few blocks from Hemet High School. A flock of hens greeted me as I approached her door. She knows them all by name, and I could swear when she spoke to them, they answered back in garbled chicken speak.

“Welcome,” she opens the screen and invites me in. Numerous indoor pets roam freely about the house. A couple of friendly dogs and a large tabby cat ogle me up and down, perhaps suspicious of a stranger in their domain or merely expecting a treat. These pets didn’t speak, not even in garbled English. “They won’t bite you,” she assures me. “The dogs will be in your lap soon if you allow it.”

In a short time, I became aware that she was not the lady you meet at the check-out counter at a local grocery. Not Cece. At 70 she carries herself like the matron you would like someone you desire to know more about. Friendly and charming, one soon learns that she is a hostess with the mostest. Would I like something to drink? Is the sofa comfortable? Can I get you anything? Cece is never for a loss of words when she opens her mouth to speak wisdom flows like soft breezes.

She can immediately sense when you miss a meaning. “Would you like me to explain?” To say that she presents herself as some icon would be erroneous. Her persona is somewhere between Barbary Pirate and Grande Dame. She doesn’t wear makeup and her spectacles sport one lens blacked out. One expects that stashed away somewhere out of sight is a parrot waiting to settle on her shoulder and start to mimic her words.

Where on earth did this wonderful creature come from? “I was an Air Force Brat. My father was a Colonel and I grew up on military bases around the world. Dad was one of the greatest UFO researchers in the world, so my exposure to Astrology and the paranormal came early. I remember before I was of school age we were living in the Orient where I received training on how to transfer energy or ‘Qi,’ which explains how all things are related and all matter is energy. I developed an interest in Metaphysics and began what would be a life-long journey in learning about all matters.”

She is quick to spout forth her ‘ordinary gifts.’ “Oh yes, I have become adept in many fields. Astrology, Numerology, Bio-Magnetic healing, Neuro-linguistic healing, Spiritualist, Dowser.” After a second or so, she adds, “I am a natural Clairaudient, Clairvoyant and Clairsensitive.” You may rest assured I didn’t ask for an explanation. I would check out Wikipedia later on my computer.

There was something else I didn’t know existed, and I doubt many, if any, of you, did either. Cece founded the California Holistic Chamber of Commerce. Don’t bother to look, neither Hemet nor San Jacinto has a branch. I checked.

She has written several books about her various fields of endeavor. She has assisted several Police Departments in solving crimes and has been a Water Dowser for ranchers.
She is also the creator of CRYSTAL SKULL FESTIVALS and WORLD MYSTERIES CONFERENCE. I allowed that I had never attended either of these great events. “You should,” she said… “They’re a lot of fun.” I wondered what she thought of other psychics. She shrugged, “There’s a couple in the Valley. I don’t mess with them.” One, she alleges “puts hexes on people.”

I wanted to know what she charged for a reading. “Nothing. My readings are free. There’s a box on that shelf by the door. If someone wants to put an envelope in the box, I am grateful.” I assumed the envelopes would contain money.”

“Meet Bob,” she says, passing a crystal skull across the table for me to feel. “Bob is my constant companion. He can bring out the best in you and see that your wishes come true.”

But here on earth, we were confronted with the “real thing” up close and personal.
Bet you didn’t know that Hemet has its very own internationally known “psychic.” Cece Stevens is the daughter of Wendell Stevens, the late Godfather of UFOlogy, Wendell Stevens, who held forth on late-night radio for many years. His 61 books are still high on the charts of popularity. He and Art Bell dominated the nighttime paranormal shows on radio for years.

Cece Stevens’ work covers almost every aspect of the unknown: Reiki Worker, Crystal Healer, Psychic Medium and Teacher. “I knew at an early age that I was different,” she says. I had a gift. Many of us have psychic abilities.

Some recognize it; others don’t. I knew I inherited it from my father, so I became obsessed to develop my talent and see how far I could go with it.” Cece has expanded her talents way beyond her wildest dreams.
She calls home a large two-story building with enough rooms to pass as a hotel, sitting on more than three acres that encompass a pool and chicken house a few blocks from Hemet High School. A flock of hens greeted me as I approached her door. She knows them all by name, and I could swear when she spoke to them, they answered back in garbled chicken speak.

“Welcome,” she opens the screen and invites me in. Numerous indoor pets roam freely about the house. A couple of friendly dogs and a large tabby cat ogle me up and down, perhaps suspicious of a stranger in their domain or merely expecting a treat. These pets didn’t speak, not even in garbled English. “They won’t bite you,” she assures me. “The dogs will be in your lap soon if you allow it.”

In a short time, I became aware that she was not the lady you meet at the check-out counter at a local grocery. Not Cece. At 70 she carries herself like the matron you would like someone you desire to know more about. Friendly and charming, one soon learns that she is a hostess with the mostest. Would I like something to drink? Is the sofa comfortable? Can I get you anything? Cece is never for a loss of words when she opens her mouth to speak wisdom flows like soft breezes.

The lady you meet at the check-out counter at a local grocery. Not Cece. At 70 she carries herself like the matron you would like someone you desire to know more about. Friendly and charming, one soon learns that she is a hostess with the mostest. Would I like something to drink? Is the sofa comfortable? Can I get you anything? Cece is never for a loss of words when she opens her mouth to speak wisdom flows like soft breezes.

She can immediately sense when you miss a meaning. “Would you like me to explain?” To say that she presents herself as some icon would be erroneous. Her persona is somewhere between Barbary Pirate and Grande Dame. She doesn’t wear makeup and her spectacles sport one lens blacked out. One expects that stashed away somewhere out of sight is a parrot waiting to settle on her shoulder and start to mimic her words.

Where on earth did this wonderful creature come from? “I was an Air Force Brat. My father was a Colonel and I grew up on military bases around the world. Dad was one of the greatest UFO researchers in the world, so my exposure to Astrology and the paranormal came early. I remember before I was of school age we were living in the Orient where I received training on how to transfer energy or ‘Qi,’ which explains how all things are related and all matter is energy. I developed an interest in Metaphysics and began what would be a life-long journey in learning about all matters.”

She is quick to spout forth her ‘ordinary gifts.’ “Oh yes, I have become adept in many fields. Astrology, Numerology, Bio-Magnetic healing, Neuro-linguistic healing, Spiritualist, Dowser.” After a second or so, she adds, “I am a natural Clairaudient, Clairvoyant and Clairsensitive.” You may rest assured I didn’t ask for an explanation. I would check out Wikipedia later on my computer.

There was something else I didn’t know existed, and I doubt many, if any, of you, did either. Cece founded the California Holistic Chamber of Commerce. Don’t bother to look, neither Hemet nor San Jacinto has a branch. I checked.

She has written several books about her various fields of endeavor. She has assisted several Police Departments in solving crimes and has been a Water Dowser for ranchers.
She is also the creator of CRYSTAL SKULL FESTIVALS and WORLD MYSTERIES CONFERENCE. I allowed that I had never attended either of these great events. “You should,” she said… “They’re a lot of fun.” I wondered what she thought of other psychics. She shrugged, “There’s a couple in the Valley. I don’t mess with them.” One, she alleges “puts hexes on people.”

I wanted to know what she charged for a reading. “Nothing. My readings are free. There’s a box on that shelf by the door. If someone wants to put an envelope in the box, I am grateful.” I assumed the envelopes would contain money.”
“Meet Bob,” she says, passing a crystal skull across the table for me to feel. “Bob is my constant companion. He can bring out the best in you and see that your wishes come true.”

I almost dropped her constant companion. Bob weighs somewhere between five and ten pounds. Heavier than any skull I’ve ever held, although I admit I’m not sure I ever fondled such a creature. Bob was cold, way below room temperature.
“If Bob likes you, your hands will soon feel the heat.” I guess Bob liked me because my hands soon felt his warmth. “Make a wish.”

I did, and almost immediately, Bob was becoming too hot to handle. Replacing him quickly back on the table, I commented, “Wow.”
“I think he really likes you.”
I had no burning desire to have an affair with Bob.

Although she doesn’t ask for the silver, she is not a dummy. I did some research about her on the internet and found that she is quite a businesswoman. There are pages and pages of psychic and paranormal items for sale.

Psychic tools do not come cheap. A book by Cece, “Mysteries of the Mayans and the Crystal Skull goes into the cart at $20. However, if you want “the full package: Book plus programs, fonts, and glyphs, you can have the lot for a C-note. Amazon probably loves Cece. She is currently sold out of Crystal Skull Message Cards so that you can save yourself $39.95 there. She offers a variety of crystal skulls. The “Blue Obsidian” is currently marketing at $600, and the sales reports show lots of buyers. I remember when you could buy one of General Motors products for that price. This is about Cece. I gotta stop dreaming about the good old days.

Perhaps you prefer the ELEPHANT SKIN JASPER FOR $500 which weighs a mere 2.9 pounds. Something to help you win a game of Gin Rummy also comes in red jasper.
But let’s get down to brass tacks. SMOKEY QUARTZ (Corazon de Leon), a bargain, I am told, at $800. You ask, “Why so much?” How often do you get a chance to spook your friends with a 7.2-pound rock crystal skull? The list goes on, but you get the idea.

I’ve never been to South America, the sources of these mysterious head remnants but legend has it that originally there were thirteen life-sized human skulls of solid crystals with movable jaws that were paid to speak and sing. Thirteen has special meaning, I am advised, because “the solar system adds up to a sun, moon and ten planets.” (before Pluto was dismissed). The thirteenth spot is reserved for Quetzalcoatl, the serpent god, who is predicted to return someday to rule all the planets. Supposedly thirteen Mayan gods rule the upper world. I wonder if I could choose one for myself.

You can believe as you choose, but as for myself, I felt quite content in the presence of this mysterious lady who bemoans the number of gypsies, and fortune-tellers among us nor the psychic world abound with grifters who tell people what they want to hear and take their money.” She has no use for those charlatans who prey on the unsuspecting.

I can speak only to my own experience and I will. I never met or heard of Cece Stevens before the day of my first interview with her. When she looked me dead in the eye and told me about a book project I’ve been dragging my feet on, I got chill blains. There is no possible way on earth she could have known about it, nor the intimate details of the content. Do I believe in physics? I don’t know.

Do I think that Cece Stevens has a special ability to probe deep into my soul and come up with such a rare discovery? I don’t know that either. What I do know is that this lady has something incredibly special about her, and I will mark my time in her presence as a special milestone in my life. By the way, she gifted me with a dozen fresh eggs when we bid one another goodbye. Kind of like a farmer trading produce for medical services.

Just sayin’.

Rusty Strait
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