Introduction  

 

There is a saying that we should live each day as if it were our last, but then sometimes there comes a time when what you are about to do or experience will forever change your world. Well, today is one of those days. If I may, please let me explain…  

​

December 21, 2018 - Peru  

​

Hi there. You’ve arrived just in time for a very exciting moment! Let me explain. My name is Joseph Schwartz. I am a 60-year-old Jewish American, and usually pretty intrepid; though just now, I’m feeling more like trepidation. At a time in life, when most people would be happily considering taking it easy in their life, and stepping out of the mainstream of life, I’m in Peru, 15,000 feet above sea level, near what the local people call the "Laguna Negra", the Black Lagoon. There’s a mountain behind this lagoon, and I’m standing on its lower extremities. In front of me, there is a circular opening, shimmering vibrantly with what seems to be periodically flashing electrical door of some kind. I have been invited to go through, though I have no idea what to expect on the other side, and no one here can tell me what this is all about either, although there are legends that say it will take me into another reality. 

Standing beside me is my life partner, Katherine. Nothing would have stopped her from coming on this journey with me, but this is where I have to leave her for a while. I glance at her, and she smiles and squeezes my hand. Her beautiful blue eyes are shining with excitement.  

​

On my other side is a young man, a good friend. His name is Abraham Lincoln  (yes, he was named after one of our most famous Presidents by his Peruvian family),  and we are surrounded by his friends. He’s about 27 years old, and he’s my local guide, and his family lives in this area, below the mountain. I’ve known him for a lot of years – he was just a young boy when I first came to Peru. I slept in his parents’  kitchen on my way to the Laguna Negra the first time I visited here, but we have met many times since then, and I’ve become a member of his family over the years. In fact, I feel about him more or less as I would expect to feel about a godson, if I had one.

 

He is one of those special people who, if you look in his eyes, you know, and he knows that you know, that he can see inside of you and that he holds great wisdom inside of him. I believe he is what I would call a “Star Person”, meaning his soul comes from another world, but he chose to be born here to help our world through a special spiritual transformation. Whenever I come to Peru, Abraham is always ready to help me with whatever projects I need to do here.  

​

I glance at him for reassurance, and he gives me his gentle smile, which warms my heart and encourages me to go on.  

​

‘It’s fine,’ he says soothingly in Spanish. ‘You wouldn’t have been asked to do this if you weren’t able to handle it.’

‘You’re right, Abraham,’ I answer in Spanish. ‘I know, of course. But still… I’m just a little nervous. It’s going to be so different from anything I’ve ever experienced—while I’m awake, anyway.’

​

He grins. ‘Of course! That is the point!’

​

In spite of my nerves, I smile back. I think he would happily take my place if I let him. But this appears to be my task. I don’t understand why I must do this, but I have been given many signs, and I have this mad compulsion inside me that this strange journey is very important—so what can I do? You have to follow what you feel inside!

This is my fourth visit in this lifetime to this specific area, and Abraham, whom I have known since 1998, has lived in this area of Peru all his life. He is a member of a secret sect that periodically has contact with a group of extra-terrestrials—Pleiadians, he told me. Yeah, we’re talking the stuff of science fiction here, all right!

​

At the moment, we are not far from the border with Columbia, and the very first time I came here I had visions in my mind that this place used to be part of the mystical continent known as Lemuria or Mu, which, according to the legends of the local people, existed in the Pacific Ocean but sank in a cataclysm that also produced the Andes Mountains.

​

I don’t know what you might know about Peru, but it is one of the most mystical countries in the world. For example, when a Peruvian sees one of the many UFOs that are sighted in this part of the world, they experience it as a normal part of life and embrace it. The more rural Peruvians (not those who live in their big cities, following a Western lifestyle) know that there are extra-terrestrial people who have bases in Peru.

​

Additionally, the Peruvians follow traditions and have beautiful ceremonies linked to the ancient cultures that lived in Peru, which are even older than the Incas (who have only been around since the 1400s, before this culture was brought down by the Spanish invaders). There are many ancient stone ruins all over Peru which might go back as far as Atlantis. There is even a region in the mountains over Lima, in an area called Marcahausi, where there are gigantic stone statues of people and animals, and no one knows who made them.

​

These are some of the reasons why I have been drawn to visit Peru on many occasions, either on a personal trek or working with spiritual tour groups. Getting back to the current moment—here, high in the Andes Mountains—I’ve received several strange messages over the last few years that all pointed to this moment, and my first visit here was the result of what felt like a very strong magnetic pull or calling. I had quit a good-paying job to come here on total faith, but I didn’t know exactly why I had to come, or how it would all end. I certainly had no idea how often I would continue to visit this mystical land, or that I would eventually marry a woman who ran tours to Peru (now an ex-wife). Back then, I’d have laughed if you’d told me a quarter of what I know now that has happened to me since.

I don’t feel like laughing now, though. I have some fear about going through that door, but I’ve been told (who told me that is another part of this story) that, incredibly, I agreed to make this journey before I was born. It definitely helps if you believe in the paranormal and an afterlife! I have been told that what I will experience on the so-called other side of this door and what I learn will forever change our world as we know it—in a good way. So ‘they’ (whoever they are) have said.

​

Also—and this might sound crazy too—I am holding in my hands a crystal skull. If you have never heard of a crystal skull before, let’s just say it is a piece of quartz crystal in the shape of a human bone skull (we will talk about this more as I tell you my story). Somehow this skull is the key that will make sure I am able to go through this inter-dimensional doorway. It is a beautiful sky-blue color and totally transparent—oh boy! The story of how I came by it is another fascinating episode that will be told in due course.

​

But why me? Why am I being chosen for this so-called mission? Who am I? The only way I know to explain it is to tell you my story, though even then I’m not sure I understand it all, so it will be difficult to explain it fully. And I swear to God, on my mother’s grave, that everything I am about to share with you is absolutely true and I did experience all of it.

​

The problem is, however, that in the world we live in now many people don’t believe a person who has these paranormal-type experiences—partly out of fear, and partly because in most instances they can’t provide any type of physical proof of their experiences. Right now, I can’t offer any truly acceptable physical evidence for what I am about to do and what this doorway in front of me is, though I’m expecting that to change as this story unfolds. So for now, either you can read about my experiences and view them as pure fantasy—a sci-fi story—or you can join me on an adventure of a lifetime, one that I never dreamed or imagined in my whole life I would ever go through.

Now, before I begin, I want to give you some idea of what it feels like at this precise moment. It is like I am standing in front of a mini-Stargate (if you ever saw that movie or the series of TV shows), and the invitation I have received to enter and go through is somewhat similar to what was given to the character Terence Mann, the famous pacifist—an author in the 1960s—from the film “Field of Dreams.” In this film, he is invited to go through a similar dimensional door in the Kinsellas’ corn field, through which a number of famous major-league baseball players who have passed away come to play baseball again on a field Ray Kinsella created for them. These ghosts claim to come from heaven, and include Ray Kinsella’s father and the legendary “Shoeless” Joe Jackson. But neither the book nor the movie ever had a sequel to tell us what Terence Mann experienced and saw in their world. As a writer by profession, I once thought to contact the author and come up with my own story.

​

Well, dear reader of these journals, I don’t plan to let you down like that. But first I have to explain: how did I get here? What were the strange and unusual events in my life that brought me to this time and this space?

I did have some clues when I was young, I do believe. Yes, I was a fairly ordinary boy, but I had my share of oddities. Some were physical. When I was born I had a club foot (on my left foot); it was curved outwards and I had to wear a brace. As I got older—around three or four—I would have high fevers and convulsions, and my parents had to put me in the bathtub with ice water to cool me down. During this high fever, I remember watching these little tiny men walking around my bed holding what looked like a tire (was it?). Also, at this young age, I often couldn’t sleep at night, so I would rock in bed; eventually, I put a hole in my bed board.

​

My father and mother told me that when I was quite young I showed great strength. For example, while my mother was in the bathroom one day and I was in my crib, all of a sudden she heard a knock on the bathroom door and, as she opened it, she saw me there smiling back at her. I had pulled out a bar from my crib to get out! And then there was the time they had bought me a metal rocking horse. I rocked so hard on that horse that I broke it. The manufacturer couldn’t believe a child could do this, but when they saw the horse they instantly gave my family a new one.

​

I wonder, though, what these strange illnesses were that I had in early life: whether some part of me didn’t want to be here on Earth, or—whoever I really am, spiritually speaking, and wherever I really come from—needed many years to integrate into this earthly reality because the essence of my being was vibrating at too high a rate. Sounds crazy, huh? But I am going to share a doozy of an answer to this one too. Well, all I am doing here is my best to explain where I’m coming from so my story might make some sense!

​

I mean, to most people I was just an ordinary boy; there was nothing special about me, though I did love baseball and bowling, and had some success there. I was a fairly decent student, but if you saw me on the street, I was just another person. And I never would have expected to have been chosen for a mission like this. Even at the start of this so-called journey, I had no idea where it was leading me.

​

So let’s start at the beginning. The first clue that set me on the path to this other-dimensional portal came to me in October of 2018. I was doing another of my lecture tours about the crystal skulls with Katherine. The night before my speech, we had dinner with the conference director in a small restaurant in Sedona…