A thought provoking place where we become aware of other intelligent species and how they support each other.

This is an attempt to communicate with others who believe that there is life after death on earth! I am a being that was born to a male and female on earth. I have found that now all intelligent species one earth comunicate with each other. This is an attempt to create a magic portal for those who desire to become aware of others one earth.

I have found that life one earth is not just about survival. One we accomplish providing our basic needs then the awareness of our existence becomes reality. We create a comfort zone that allows our basic needs of food, clothing, shelter for sustenance to sustain our physical bodies from the elements. One we can sustain ourselves, then we lok to our feelings and emotions for what we want around us. The mind is always wanting to seek that which makes it feel better about it's location and surroundings.

I am searching and on a path of life discovery. I have chosen to write about my discoveries while I am living on earth.

The awareness of my existence has taken me on many paths in many different directions. I am in a growth process of obtaining awareness of all that exists outside of my physical and mental body  in which I exist. I am asking for others who desire to learn about the intelligent beings who exist on earth to join with me on a path of discovery about what really matters to the masses on this planet. I have learned thus far that life on earth is worth living and discovery and communication is a wonderful way to learn about why we are here, and where we are going when we leave this plane of existence. Having already left my physical and mental bodies behind on several occasions, I have learned that we are only temporarily using our physical and mental shells that can provide us a place to anchor our  existence. In other words, we are more than mental and physical bodies, we are also energy, spirit, and we have a soul. Three energies that work together inside our physical and mental bodies. Also, I have learned from my near death experiences that there are other intelligent beings that hav

Atlantis was home to many intelligent beings on earth at one time. Finding the remnants of it’s existence is what many people commit their whole lives to on earth. I am merely an interested person with an eclectic view of life but, I am one who has a passion for finding the remains. I do not go out and search myself since there are many who can do this so much better than I. But, I do take an active interest and do my best to keep up with the latest progress and research on the suspected whereabouts.

I have my own understanding about Atlantis and Lemuria and have found that through my many years on earth with this being my fifty-fifth coming to a close in earth years that I am still following the story of Atlantis. Lemuria is on the back burner for today. I am going to focus on Atlantis today. I am a writer or a scribe and I am obliged to write about things that I am interested in on earth. I like to do research and am in the process of writing several books at one time. I hope that I can complete them all in this lifetime. For those of you who visit with me daily in my Magic Portal, you will be able to keep up with my progress on earth. Thank you for your interest. I have a lot of thoughts I have acquired through time on earth and some I believe that were implanted in my DNA when my soul and spirit entered this body on earth. That is the best way I know how to say it at this time. Ontology will allow me to become better acquainted on how best to communicate my thoughts but for now, I am using a process called channeling. For those of you keeping up with my writing as an author. You probably will not have to read my books because you will have followed along on a daily basis free of charge as I enter my writings in my journals and websites. For others, they will have to purchase the whole books to figure out the whole story. It’s nice to think that somehow my writing style lends itself to that in similarity to the Celestine Prophecies which was a best seller. Let’s hope that someday my words are as well accepted and thought of in the future. For now, I am simply happy to enter these into the Magic Portal where those who enjoy reading on a daily basis can find those we enter as the Atlantis Oracle as Theresa in this lifetime.

I was born December 26, 1951 in Monroe, Ouachita Parish, Louisiana. My parents were quite proud of their first child and named me Theresa Janette after my mother, but in parenthesis is the name Wilhelmina. But I was called Jan and not Willy. So right off I was confused about what was in a name. When I began school all of my records and report cards are listed as Jan Thurmond. That was until at the age twelve my mother divorced my Father and moved her six children to Houston, Texas. I had begun high school at West Monroe High School home of the Rebels. But was now in Houston and had to attend Hamilton Junior High School in the ninth grade. Not only was my home life changed, but I had a bad experience missing my friends and being put back into junior high. Plus, I had to change my name. My home room teacher already had three Jan’s and when she said, “Oh no, not another Jan, you will have to be called something else. Go outside and decide what you want to be called.“ There was no room for discussion so on lunch break, I hadn’t come up with a name and a girl named Vicki came over and said, why don’t you use Ginger because of your hair color. So, that was what I used. So, in high school I still used Ginger. It seems like it would be illegal for a name change just because a teacher decides there is one too many Jan’s in her class. Theresa Janette (Ginger) Thurmond. But now, I was called Ginger. I had waited all my life to be in high school. I had attended summer band camp and had been chosen as one of three who would play first part which was an honor. I was also chosen to be on the high school basket ball team. I had been on a basketball team since third grade and it was a part of my life. When I was uprooted from Louisiana and carried to Texas, I now had a new name to deal with too. This doesn’t even take in the fact that I had been in the hospital three times and on once occasion almost lost my life. The first time I was admitted to Saint Francis where I was born, was for a kidney operation or so it is listed in my baby book. The second time was for Hepatitis A, and the third time was for plastic surgery on my nose and face which had been broken in five places. I had missed a softball with my baseball glove. After that surgery I couldn’t breath through my nose and had to wear a contraption that looked like a catchers face mask with a screw gadget on the nose bar. I hated it and can still remember sitting in the bed looking out the window and every once in awhile trying to let the screw out so I could breathe. The doctor had insisted on setting it where I could not breathe out of my nose at all. It was a traumatic experience to say the least. I always had what I called my guardian angels with me. I met them the first time before I had my operations. Some people may call then guardian aliens. Regardless of what they are called by others, I experienced beings from another world and I totally understood that I had a large family other than my parents and relatives on earth. Skeptics can accuse me of making up stories but I kept most of my thoughts to myself. I had tried to tell my grand mother, aunt, uncle, and mother about my trip in the sky but no adults seemed to listen. When I tried to tell the truth I was accused of having an active imagination. I soon learned the difference in the truth that is real and the truth that adults want to believe is real. There was my truth and then the truth of adults that didn’t want to listen to what I knew was the truth to me. This would continue through most of my life. I soon learned what I could and could not say about leaving earth and out of body experiences. I also had to learn the difference between actually leaving earth in a physical object that flew and carried me in the sky and the difference in leaving my body. I didn’t know about astral projection or out of body experiences since I was only a small child. I had to figure out the difference for myself. But, I had help. The alien angels were there to guide me and taught me the difference and how to communicate with them. My mother had taught me to pray every night at bedtime. We were members of the big Baptist church in downtown Monroe. My grandmother was my Sunday school teacher and she taught us many songs and stories. I soon learned that there were truth in stories and songs but these were another way to communicate with others and sometimes enjoy other people. I liked communicating but learned there were many levels of the way we communicate. I was told how smart I was and how pretty I was as a child. I took dance ballet and tap at the age of three from Mary Lou and Pat Young School of Dance. I was on the Happiness Exchange Television Show at James A. KNOE’s television station K.N.O.E. Channel 8. I knew I was special and that I would someday be a very important lady. I was chosen to sing and to be on television again in grade school. This time is was for Channel 10 out of El Dorado Arkansas. I with two or three other children was chosen in the third and fourth grade. I was being groomed for something wonderful and special. We went on field trips and saw many forest ranger stations and climbed the huge towers where they watched for forest fires. I loved being up high in the sky and never wanted to leave. We also had a field trip to the police station and had my finger prints taken in grade school. I told the policeman that I wanted to be in his field someday. He encouraged me to pursue a career but was told it would be hard because I was a girl. That was the first time I had heard something negative about being a person. I was a girl. I knew I would be a teacher and a leader because that was what I was taught in Brownies and Girl Scouts. I earned badges and my mother even taught brownies and girls scouts for awhile. I wanted to be a police woman and to help others. I had chosen a career in my mind anyway. I joined the 4-H club in grade school and was in a choir that sang songs on stage and I entered cooking contest and usually at least placed and got ribbons. My mother and grandmother who were so interested and supportive of me in school were both working and had careers of their own. They both worked where my father did at the Olin Matheson Paper Mill. My Uncle Harold Bolton worked there at the Kraft plant making boxes. My grandmother worked the PBX switch board and knew the owner of the Brown’s Paper Mill which was bought out by Olin. I still remember walking down the long brick hall to see her and sometimes the President would have me visit him. He encouraged me by asking me what I wanted to be when I grew up. He encouraged me to be the best leader and to help others. That was my first introduction to big offices and important people. I learned from other important people I would meet such as the governor who lived in Baton Rouge. I was in a play as an angel and my grandmother took me to meet important people on her trips in an organization. I was proud that my grandmother knew so many important people. I would be one someday. I never had a thought about being a mother and wife. I was going to be a career person. I wondered how these people got to be leaders of other people. They helped other people and wore nice clothes. I noticed that all the adults talked very polite to each other and they seemed to have a mutual respect for others who had interest in clubs. My grandmother was always an officer in a business club and was traveling somewhere without me. I wanted to travel and to be in clubs. I had earned many badges as a Girl Scout and learned that I enjoyed sports and music. I wasn’t much on math but excelled in reading, spelling and English in school. I looked forward to band and physical education classes in junior high and high school. Since I had been uprooted from all my plans in Louisiana I deiced I would have to work that much harder in Texas. So, when my mother asked us if we wanted to keep the old two story home on Heights Boulevard or move to a new modern house that had never been lived in but was only one floor I pushed hard for the new home. We moved and I was now in another new school. Not only was my house new but my school was brand new and had

Just been built. We moved again and I would start the tenth grade at the new James Madison High School. When I was told to arrive early that year if I wanted to be in band I was really disappointed. We didn’t have very many people show up for summer band practice. There was only about twenty five of us and we didn’t even have uniforms for awhile. We marched and played but with no enthusiasm as we all had changed from large schools with large bands. I decided to try out as a majorette. I had twirled a baton and had practiced all summer with machetes and fire batons. I had taken lessons since I was in third grade and had gotten very good handling two batons. We tried out on the new stage and had lots of students come and watch. I was one of four chosen. Since our band wasn’t that big yet the band leader only allowed four which looked great across the front of the small band. We had drum leader try outs and I was very much liked by both male drum majors. I dated one in the tenth grade and one in the eleventh. Then Viet Nam War happened and this drum major graduated high school and had earned five scholarships because he had been all state band and all state orchestra lead trumpet player. He didn’t want to go to college but was forced too in order to stay out of the draft since he was 1-E. He began college at University of Houston instead of any other prestigious schools because he said he would have to leave me and home. He was very intelligent but he wanted to leave his parents and be his own person. I wanted to graduate and go to college. I had decided on criminal justice and forensics. I wanted t be a detective at the time but learned in my first year at Alvin Junior College that I wanted to be an Investigator. I made the Dean’s list each semester and was on top of the world. My husband was working at NASA at Johnson Spacecraft Center in Houston and I was earning us a nice townhouse and place to live. Some very prestigious doctors who my husband knew through music as a union member offered us a place to live if I would manage the apartments which they happened to own. These doctors were Dr. Grady Hallman and Dr. John Hill. These two men opened a whole new world of formals and tuxedos to us. I liked meeting these people and was always going to their huge mansions in the River Oaks area. I met some of their daughters including Karen Fliegal who married a friend of our Jerry Meyers. Karen’s father was Ralph Fliegal the first violinist of the Houston Orchestra. We shared nights out at dinner and traded stories. They had no children so I had to always get my mother to watch my children. Nature took it’s course and I began having babies. We kept trying for a boy and had three girls when I got pregnant a fourth and final time. Karen was important because she was the first woman I had befriended out of school. She was the first one that was interested in hearing my story about having my fourth child and dying. I believed in my mind that I had actually died and left my body. I had told my husband’s grandmother at the time since she came to take care of me and my daughters. My mother stayed some too but she had children at home and had just had a seventh child with my new step father. Karen also taught me that there was a level of society that had a set of rules that were acceptable. While I was in high school I had joined the Houston Spinneret’s which were called Ambassadors of Goodwill for Houston. There was about twenty of us who greeted dignitaries and stars such as Sonny and Cher. That was fun and we wore red velvet costumes and a red travel suit like stewardesses wore. I had been asked to join American Air Lines as a stewardess after being seen in the Houston newspaper in May 1967. They came to my home to recruit. I was in my softball uniform that day. My mother kept busy in the kitchen as these two ladies who were so proper sat on the couch and spoke to me about a career as an airline stewardess. I listened to their story and politely turned them down. That was my only job offer until my uncle who worked for the government came to visit. He was married to my mother’s first cousin but was very close to our family. He visited many times before moving to Houston later wit his family. He would go to Los Alamos in New Mexico and was very intelligent. I had another first cousin who worked for the government and she actually escorted dignitaries in Florida and got to meet the Shah of Iran. I was shown some wonderful photos of my cousin with dignitaries and in front of jets. I considered being an airline stewardess because of this but, in my in, my cousin was more than an airline stewardess she met dignitaries as an ambassador of good will. I decided to get tested at college since I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. I thought I wanted to be in criminal justice but now I had other interests. I was tested and was told I would best be suited for Business Administration. I had taken a series of tests that was geared toward my interest in 1976. I had four children now and going to school at night was very hard on my husband who not only worked at NASA during the day but he would have at least one night a week usually Friday night where he would play his trumpet in the Ed Gerlach Orchestra which was a society band that played at large functions and country club dances. My husband enjoyed the best scotch and cigars while I didn’t drink or smoke and was somewhat of a librarian type. Even though all my baton twirling had lead me into modeling and working with photographers I had decided I didn’t like the modeling since It didn’t really pay and I already had four children though I kept my figure well. I learned to use a camera and could now take photos with a 35 millimeter which was rather technical. I learned to write reports in school and now could use photo and pen investigations for attorneys whom I was already working for managing townhouses. I had begun managing townhouses in 1970 in League City for a rich attorney and managing rental properties he was always asking me to odd jobs. I had already been involved in my first investigation as an investigator on the Joan Robinson Hill case, and then the Dr. John Hill Case. Dr. Hill was one of the doctors who owned the apartments that I managed before I went to work for Newton B. Schwartz, attorney. Dr. Grady Hallman was partners with Dr. John Hill and when Dr. Hill was murdered in his mansion, Dr. Hallman had to sell the property. Dr. Hallman and his wife had my husband over on several occasions. Dr. Hill’s wife was being a help to me and knew my mother who had written an article on the Heartbeats for the Houston Post. The Heartbeats were a group of doctors that Dr. Grady Hallman was the leader of and Dr. John Hill played the baritone. Dr. Hill had us over to his music room that he was building during the time of the investigation before his murder. I was seen going in and out of his mansion in River Oaks and was followed one day by a investigator. He wasn’t very good at his job and after I took him on a wild goose chase, I stopped at a red light got out and told him to take me to his leader. He was shocked that I stopped him and banged on his window. He told me he may lose his job but he took me to his office to meet the real investigator. The investigator that had hired him was actually a contractor who had an office there and had been hired by Joan Robinson Hill to spy on her husband Dr. John Hill. I wasn’t told in the beginning but after I was hired on the case, I soon learned who was paying the bills. Joan Robinson Hill had been admitted to the Southwest Memorial Hospital at the same time my mother was in the hospital. We all knew she was there and thought Dr. Hill was doing all he could to save her. Mother and Martha Hallman wasn’t so sure after she died. I decided then that there was a place for me in investigations. Now, I was actually taken to the big office of the already well known investigator that was paid by Joan Robinson Hill. I was taken by Buddy Hansen who was an investigator used on the case. He later died mysteriously. I spoke to his wife on the telephone and told her who I was. I called her because the office was shut down. She said, “Haven’t you heard, Buddy is dead.” Again, I knew that I was needed in investigations. I went to work as a Legal Investigator in Houston for Newton Schwartz and Benton Musselwhite, attorneys. I had known Percy Foreman due to him helping me on the Warwick Hotel case when I was injured at the pool. Percy was interested in the Warwick and also Joan Robinson Hill. Percy talked to me about my coming and going with the Hills and the Hallmans. He remembered me when I ran into him on an elevator and we talked again. Percy invited me out to lunch. I was working for Newton Schwartz who told me to remind Percy that he had represented him on his tax case. Percy laughed about that later told me I could write a book about him and all the investigations that I had performed. Percy explained to me that he had just had a reporter write an article in the Texas Monthly and that there was a story Judd for the Defense that was bout him. Percy enjoyed my company and I enjoyed the stories he would tell me. Percy enjoyed having me escort him daily to the bank and to lunch. I was single now and was dating Nick Nicholas who had an airlines in Hawaii and a restaurant in Illinois. Percy would take me to his restaurant for lunch and would always have a phone on his table. Percy was very nice to me and took me to his office which was huge at the time. He introduced me to Mike and Dick Deguerin who were attorneys and were then sharing an office with Percy. Percy told them I was a trained investigator and had done an investigation for him and now did investigations for Schwartz and Musselwhite. Percy built me up and told them that they should use me that I was going to be famous some day. Percy invited me that year to his home on Thanksgiving. We had been seeing each other for lunch and sometimes at night for dinner. He had a chef in his home that had been with him for years and was a wonderful cook. He had a room there off of the kitchen area. Percy told me of his wife who had died and that she had red hair and that I was the first woman ever that he had felt comfortable with in years. He offered me any of his sixteen cars he kept. Most were Lincoln Continentals. I declined. I had my own a Jaguar, and XKE, and Newton supplied me with a Firebird. I didn’t need anything except his wisdom. Although Percy Foreman was a senior citizen and his children were grown he still had his own private life. He still went to work every day and he still had times he wanted to share his time and stories. I learned a great deal about him and how he built his practice. I didn’t have to read a book or ask someone else. I learned first hand from one of the best criminal attorneys in Texas. He told me about representing people who had nothing to give but their jewelry or real estate. He had more jewelry than anyone I had every known. He showed me many things he kept in a bank and told me of other things that I since have forgotten. He offered me a life as a wife if I would live with him and keep him company in his final years. I turned him down. I wasn’t ready to take care of him as a family member. Besides, I told him he had hic children to think about and what would they think. He told me he didn’t care what they thought. That they were never around and they didn’t need him in their daily lives. They had their own lives. I was humbled at the thought but felt compromised. I saw him up until the next April when Newton Schwartz sent me on a case to South Africa. I never saw Percy after leaving the country. I heard he died through Newton Schwartz. I can actually say that I was fortunate enough to be trained by Percy Foreman, criminal attorney, and Newton Schwartz and Benton Musselwhite in Houston. John O’Quinn and I had a few cases together but he would pay Benton his part of the case and then Benton would pay me. Because I was a Legal Investigator, I had to either work for Newton in his office or Benton in his office. I had always used my company name ACIR which I came up with in Houston in 1968. I still use those initials today. I shortened it from advisory counsel intergovernmental relations. Several men approached me with the government and asked me to work with them as a contractor. I agreed in Birmingham, Alabama. I had been going to school there and had taken a job at Investigative Services. We specialized in arson, fraud, and subrogation. The Birmingham Chief of Police had to acknowledge me and that I was bonded but at the time in 1977-1979 there were no licenses for private investigators to obtain. I worked for many insurance companies and was trained at the University of Alabama Fire College. I also became an instructor’s assistant and went with my partner James. A. Posey when he instructed classes. I learned a lot about fires and later in life in Kentucky there was a fire in Beaver Dam at a building supply and I approached some state officers and told them that it was arson. After that they pursued the case. My investigative background and nature would cause me to make suggestive remarks at times when they were not solicited. I was called as an expert witness in court cases and actually worked on many FBI cases. They would assign me numbers but never paid me. I got to know quite a few agents and later even dated a Secret Service agent who worked for President Bush. President Bush liked to run in Memorial Park where I also would run and play tennis. That was the only time we crossed paths so to speak although I did meet President Ronald Reagan at a function in Houston. My husband was playing in the orchestra but I was asked to attend by those having the function. I had to have a background check and my life was never the same after that. I never really could figure out who I was supposedly working for. I was actively recruited into government employment so nor more legal or private investigations. I was tested for U.S. Treasury and taken to the local navy goat locker in the federal building. I was talked to by several men in suits and also some navy enlisted. There was a problem that with all my training and investigations I never actually finished college so had no degree. I couldn’t be an officer without one. I was already thirty-three years of age and had missed the age cut-off for regular enlisted. I was tested and made a very high score on the ASVAB test which is the military’s intelligent and placement test. I then took a defense language test for foreign language that the U.S. Air Force offered me. It was obvious to me that someone in a high place in government wanted me to work some how for the government and there were an awful lot of men trying to get this accomplished. I was treated to dinner and stayed in a hotel. I wasn’t even allowed to go home. Finally I told them I had to go turn in my Firebird and papers to Newton B. Schwartz. I was agreeable to what ever was going on and didn’t have an objection to working for Uncle Sam but, I needed to quit my job. Finally a man was assigned to escort me in a black government car. He took me by Newton Schwartz home and I turned in my work and the car to his Newton’s wife since he wasn’t home. I did some more testing and then asked if I could at least go tell my mother I was going to work and that I would be back in a few weeks. Newton had supplied me with a townhouse to live in since I had worked for him all those years rent free. He had homes and investments so I was given a nice town home which I furnished lavishly. It was three stories tall and I had furniture. Mother took the family later to clear out my furniture and personal belongings. It was a very strange time for me and my family didn’t know what to think. As it turned out I was going to be an investigator but I had to at least go to boot camp. I would be what was termed an active duty investigator as a general service investigator and it would be in my professional code and those with a need to know could figure out my position. I had not been trained in government protocol or ways of doing business. I took more tests and told mother I was going to boot camp. Mother was shocked and didn’t understand. I left her a box on a case that I had not completed and told her someone would come by for it sometime. They did. I suspected that my active recruitment had something to do with either the case in South Africa or the Agent Orange Case D245T case or some TVA cases on the polychlorinated biphenyls. The attorneys in Houston were getting involved in class action suits. I never did really understand what I was agreeing too as an investigator except some training and then I would be given another job as a civilian working for the government. I was always told that I was highly thought of as an investigator and that there were some very important men who desired my assistance. Then there was a speech about my country needs me. The U.S. Navy Reserves gave me an eight year contract where I graduated from Naval Health Sciences Training Command. I then worked for the Navy Regional Accounting office. I was then assigned at the Naval Training Command in the JAG office which just happened to be the attorney for the whole command. I was praised by the Captain of the training command and given some certificates. I was then flown to Honolulu, Hawaii where I was interviewed for several jobs. The first one was at the Naval Investigative Services (NIS). I had worked with this office in Great Lakes and did enough of the investigations to know that the NIS and FBI simply turned in their reports to me and I read them and would use them to write my JAG reports to the Judge Advocate General. I spoke with the actual JAG in Washington, D. C. and learned a lot. I finally began training officers to do JAG investigations and other types of investigations that had to do with personnel and equipment. I was wondering where all this was going at a time when I was interviewed by the man in charge of the Seabees. I was given the job in the interview by the actual man that interviewed me. Then there was some women who were office of personnel management who had worked for years and wanted the job and threatened an equal employment investigation. It was all explained to me and so I was asked if I would consider another job. It meant a cut in pay but the engineering command said that they would like to offer me a job. I took it to keep peace but knew that something was going on that I wasn’t really in control of and it was effecting my career. I was quickly in less than six months offered a job in security. There was a problem at many of the commands. I was given a job in personnel and information security. That was the job I had when I ended my GS career. I became a civilian after that. But the job was as a CEO of a corporation that I started with two other beginning partners. One died and one stayed with me and inherited all my stock when I moved

My stories were seen all over the world wide web on paranormal and ufos websites.View Resume https://my.studentjobs.gov/viewresume.asp?resumeid=136888222&original= 1 of 2 11/7/2007 1:05 PM Click here to edit this resume | Print Resume | Edit My Confidentiality Settings Theresa Janette Morris 656 Carolyn Lane General Contractor - ACIR #124124038 Beaver Dam, KY 42320 Mobile: 270-775-7090 Evening Phone: 270-775-7010 Day Phone: 270-274-9673 Email: MsTJMorris@aol.com Country of citizenship: United States of America Veterans' Preference: No Highest Grade: GS-0086-5, 11/1986-11/2007 Contact Current Employer: Yes AVAILABILITY Job Type: Permanent Temporary Term Intermittent Detail Temporary Promotion Summer Seasonal Federal Career Intern Student Career Experience Work Schedule: Full Time Part Time Intermittent Job Share DESIRED LOCATIONS US-KY-Bowling Green/Paducah WORK EXPERIENCE TJ Morris ACIR - GSI-D&B# 124124038 11/2007 - Present Beaver Dam, KY US Salary: $60 USD Per Year Hours per week: 40-60 General Service Investigator - OPM Government Service Contractor - General Service Investigator, Researcher, Writer, Editor, Public Relations Specialist (Contact Supervisor: Yes, Supervisor's Name: Self Employed, Supervisor's Phone: 270-775-7090) Self Employed 9/2002 - Present Beaver Dam, KY US Salary: 12,500 USD Per Year Hours per week: 40-60 Govt Contractor- GSI - ACIR -Intergovernmental Relations Personnel Security, Debriefing, implements personnel security programs, processing clearances for security programs, access to classified material, initiations for special background checks of contractors and personnel, maintains records, badges, HHS, detachment personnel and retrieved,receive and route FBI & NIS reports, JAG Investigations preparation to JAG Wash. DC, safeguarding classified information, personnel security, advice/guidance and present security and counter-intelligence briefings, update and current executive orders to personnel, on OPM, DOD, and all others, missing lost stolen reports prepared in compliance w/existing directives, check reports, train officers in duties, public speaking, know all information on all aspects of information security to train personnel, classified material custodians, maintain accurate records of technical instructions, initiative and resourcefulness are necessary in interpreting and applyhing proper guidelines for national security. Complexity in evaluating personnel clearances initiates recommendations for corrective action, offer guidelines in combination of factors, ability to logically formulate conclusions in reports, sound judgment required, specialist in fraud, waste, abuse in intergovenmental investigations of personnel together with ability to assess personnel as individuals in trustworthiness, stability, and loyalty to the government and national security. Dept. of Navy 11/1987 - 4/1993 Naval Public Works, Pearl harbor, HI, Hawaii US Salary: 18000 USD Per Year Hours per week: 40 Field Office GSI - Securitiy Assistant - Personnel GS 086 Classified - Knowledge all security regulations to serve as security manager/security assistant. Knowledge of all current executive orders, OPM, DOD, SECNAV,OPNAV, DID, DIS, NSC PEARL, Knowledge is required of the entire DOD and Navy Personnel and Information Security Programs. Handled Classified documents, personnel and information security including contract personnel security clearances and ID badges. Physical Security reports, Missing lost stolen, fraud waste abuse of government personnel and contractors.Provides operating elements and provides information of clearances and accuracy of missions, briefing and debriefing of personnel with clearances. Training personnel in JAG investigations and handling of classified material. Public Relations and knowledge of all USC for government service personnel in officer and enlisted plus contract personnel. Reassign and route personnel and investigative reports to JAG- DOT 1995-2002/TJ MORRIS ACIR 2002-present. 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(1 page) Hi Theresa, Glad you like The Anomalist. We simply link to stories posted elsewhere as we did with your UFO Digest piece. Please let our news editor know of any future stories of yours that are published on the net by writing to news@anomalist.com. Best regards Patrick , Editor, Anomolist...HAPPENSTANCE Aliens & UFOs A Contactee ’ s Shared Experiences By: Theresa J. Morris INTRODUCTION A chance circumstance. Why me? Why am I one of those who have not only seen UFOs but aliens as well? People want to know why the aliens chose me. I also want to know. The best answer I have been given is that it is based on happenstance. The other explanation I was given by one who I trust with my life is that, I was chosen based on my heredity and DNA. My husband was chosen and I his wife. My happenstance experiences have come into the foreground since I have finally reached an age of accountability in my own mind. This book will be my fifteen minutes of fame which will come and go by way of happenstance. Why? I have no clue. But, what I do know for certain are my experiences on earth as far fetched as they may seem. I was always told as a professional investigator that the truth is stranger that fiction. I was also taught to just get the facts. One thing I have learned about others who have written books that I have read is that some peak my interest and others no matter how intelligent they may seem do not keep my interest. It is my hope and desire that I not bore you and that I can some how find a way to keep you interested in my book. In doing so, it is my hope and desire that we touch souls and you as a reader of my book and my life can utilize some of my experiences. I was always told that one does not have to burn their finger on a hot stove to learn that the stove is hot and will hurt you. This is my humble attempt at showing the reader that they do not have to burn their finger on the stove to find out that the stove is hot and will hurt you. Thank you for picking this book to read. I realize that time is very important on earth and to us all. We only have so much time before we expire. Thank you for sharing this time with me. I have no reason to lie and only good reason to share my happenstance and experiences. The reason I write this now is to share what I have been given so that other beings may learn and grow from my happenstances and experiences on earth. Whether you are alien to this world or not, this book is written for you. I am a believer in a creator, higher power, and God. It is by way of the gift of life, spirit, and soul that I am able to write this book for his other creations to share and learn from my mistakes or successes.  This is one of many books that I will write in this one lifetime before my life and time expires.

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