I'm proud to publish an article about a famous psychic named Jacie Altisi who has passed on. The author. Emily Pritchard Cary, also wrote a novel entitled The Loudon Legacy, available on Amazon. Enjoy!
THE MOON AND I
By Jackie Altisi as told to Emily Pritchard Cary
We will be contacted by inhabitants of another space world within five years and these aliens will be represented in the United Nations early in the next century, I assure my audience. They smilingly concur, then plunge into an animated exchange of the impact such an event will have upon the Earth.
This is not a scene from a movie, but a session of my class in spiritual enlightenment conducted for the United Nations’ ESP Parapsychology Laboratory in New York City. The students, representing many nationalities, range in occupation from distinguished delegates and interpreters to clerical employees of the UN. We are united in a common bond: the fervent belief that someone else shares our universe.
The weekly gathering of this prestigious group during the 1970s and 1980s for the serious study of the paranormal was no more amazing than the chain of events that lured their teacher from a theatrical career to exploration of the spirit world.
I was born in Burlington, North Carolina with no greater goal than to dance. This I accomplished early on, becoming a Mike Todd showgirl by my early twenties. In the midst of a successful career, my life took a detour on October 15, 1952 when my brother, Billy Tapp, a U.S. Air Force pilot, was lost over the North Atlantic while en route from the Azores to Westover Air Force Base in Massachusetts. He was returning from a government mission behind the Iron Curtain when he put down his C-97 stratofreighter in the Azores. After refueling, his plane took off and disappeared from the face of the earth.
The ensuing sea-air search for the plane and crew was the second largest in U.S. history up to that time, but no trace was ever found of the wreckage; Billy and his crew were presumed to be down and lost at sea. How prophetic that he vanished in the area which later was labeled, “The Bermuda Triangle”!
Little did I realize at the time that Billy’s death was the springboard for my plunge into a mystical realm I never could have imagined. Not long after he was lost, I was introduced to a man sought by the Russians during the Cold War for his psychic abilities and the impact they might have on Russian research. He eluded his pursuers and began exercising his talents amid a small circle of devoted mediums in the New York City metropolitan area.
Soon after our meeting, the man invited me to meet a spiritualist in the city whom he felt would be able to make an intunement on Billy’s vibrations and the circumstances surrounding his disappearance. I received a reading I would never forget.
The medium stated that she saw an electrical explosion take place and the plane plunging into the ocean. She gave a precise description of Billy’s appearance and talked about circumstances of our childhood together that nobody could have known, including two unusual bicycles which we rode together and an airplane model of which he was especially proud. During the reading, the spirit of my grandmother entered the room with comments and uplifting thoughts so characteristic of her in life that I was convinced of the medium’s authenticity.
Two years after Billy’s death, I was driving along Riverside Drive to the evening performance of a Broadway show in which I was appearing. My car radio was tuned to a station playing symphonic music. It was about dusk, the time when radio transmissions from great distances begin to interfere with the local bands. Suddenly, Billy’s voice broke through the radio waves. I was so shocked and terrified that I nearly lost control of the car.
The quiet assurance of his voice soon calmed me. As I drove and listened at the same time, he began to explain that he had been selected to work through me as liaison between the spirit world and the U.S. military. He spoke of matters I did not understand, emphasizing that he would contact me henceforth under the spiritual name of Master B.
By the time I reached the theater, our connection had been severed. Was it a dream? It was hard to concentrate on my performance that evening, but within a few days, I knew that our encounter had happened exactly as I remembered.
The next time Billy came in, he identified himself as Master B. He told me that I had been chosen to help in the development of the United States as a leader in aeronautics and space. This seemed incredible. I had no understanding of science. Furthermore, not even Sputnik had been conceived. When it was launched by the Russians on October 4, 1957, everything fell into place and I suddenly realized that I was involved in a brand new frontier.
Every psychic has his or her own specialty, and mine is clairaudience. This means that I hear beyond the range of ordinary hearing. In addition, I am clairvoyant and often sense the presence of a higher intelligence. Sometimes I perceive an event happening elsewhere, or one which has not yet come to pass.
Since those early days when I began to understand and develop these skills, I have received contact, not only from Billy, but also from hundreds of human intelligences and departed spirits concerned with America’s progress and government. As swiftly as their messages are relayed to me via my clairaudient powers, I tape them if a recorder is available. If not, I make a handwritten copy.
The messages I have received over a period of four decades have ranged from the commonplace to some rating Top Secret classification, but one seemed so absurd that I told nobody about it for many months for fear they would question my sanity.
So it was with a sense of relief that I read a book brought to my attention by one of my United Nations students. Don Wilson’s “Our Mysterious Spaceship Moon,” based on evidence uncovered by the Soviet and American space programs, cleared the way for me to admit to my contact with Christopher.
Who is Christopher?
A man in the Moon!
Christopher of the Moon introduced himself to me on May 11, 1962. Describing himself as the Spokesman for the King of the Moon of the Luna Moon Government Headquarters, he spoke of an organization known as the Confederation of Cosmic Planets which was formed for universal help and enlightenment. The members, he said, are desirous of having Earth join their group, but their efforts are being constantly thwarted by other space worlds outside of the Space Confederation who do not want Earth to join.
The dissenters attempt to contact people on Earth who are becoming open to cosmic consciousness, but they use devious methods and plant false information in order to spread doubt and increase strife here so that the Earth nations will remain in conflict with one another and devote their energies to baser activities, such as warring among themselves, rather than seeking peace and searching for higher planes.
This, he led me to understand, is a well planned psychic attack from space. Negatives from other worlds are every bit as deadly as are bullets here on Earth. As people here learn to meditate and open up their senses, they become receptive to messages from space. Therefore, we must learn to discriminate between good intelligences and bad ones whose true nature is revealed in subtle ways.
Over the years, I have been the recipient of countless clairaudient communications, but the most unique are those suggesting life in the great void we know as space. There has been intensive speculation about the form of life existing on other planets and in distant galaxies, with none of the “experts” agreeing on our space brothers’ physical appearance, intellectual level, or social philosophy. This may be because there is as much variety among the residents of other worlds as there are life forms on our own planet. One fact is clear: the ether is brimming with radio waves waiting to be tuned into by Earth dwellers.
My first communication from the Moon was a shock. After introducing himself, Christopher expressed his concern for world peace and talked about a “Space Age World Government” to be founded within fifty years. He said that its goal is the advancement of the evolution of beings on other planetary universes with which man shall come into contact through space travel. He warned, however, that man must visit other worlds with altruistic motives, or he shall be asked to leave and will not be allowed to land.
I was struck by his comment, “Many people on Earth do not accept the fact that other peoples do exist and have their spiritual beings on terrestrial planets other than the one they know and live on...This message of good will to our fellow man of Earth is to enlighten him and raise his conscious thinking into a higher vibration frequency, to literally raise the atoms of the Earth bodies so all can prepare to achieve higher thinking in your everyday living and working. Your goal is to reach the fourth dimension of enlightenment.”
As Christopher’s voice faded and ceased, I became skeptical. The concept of a man on the Moon was absurd. NASA’s first mission to the Moon was still far into the future. For three months, I dismissed the contact as an aberration until August 8, 1962, the date of his second voice contact.
This time, he was my host on a mystical tour of the Moon. Before starting out, he told me, “There are two sections, or two sets, of people who live here. We do not live on the top surface of the Moon, but reside in the bowels of the earth. One could not know this by simply landing on the surface...Only if we so desire could a person landing a space ship here ever find out about life on the Moon. Our civilization is so constructed that we
can very easily hide from other planetary individuals with whom we do not wish to come into contact.”
During my telepathic tour of the Moon conducted by Christopher, I recorded my own perceptions as follows: “I picture jagged rocks, high slopes, and very dark, sandy surfaces. I see Christopher standing atop one of the jagged hills. He motions me to
come, and I follow. There is an opening where we stand. He bows and puts out his hand for me to go first. I proceed down steps and see before me brilliant white effervescent fluorescence. I do not see any bulbs or other apparatus that makes light as we know it. This light seems to come, not from the walls, but through the very atmosphere itself. Now I am walking in this light. It is so bright!
“Now we are coming to a clearing. As I walk, I see on each side every now and then an occasional pillar which gives a rather Egyptian feeling. This is correct, because I now see a sphinx. Christopher walks on my left side. He leads me to a very simple type of throne that is constructed of Light. It gives me the feeling of Power, God. There is a torch or flame which seems to come out of the back of the chair. To me, this represents the Purification of the Soul.
“Now Christopher guides me toward...oh, it is like a city! It even appears as if there is sky above. I feel that it is a mile or so distant. There are many steps leading upward. They have an iridescence about them. They look soft, like a felt, or velvet. Everything here looks very soft, yet resilient.
“Further off to my left, I see many arch-like structures. These lead down avenues which I have a feeling go to temples or cultural endeavors. In the center is a great plaza, like those of the Roman era, where I see a structure of an Eagle. I sense that this is universal and represents God, or Freedom.
“On both sides are pathways leading to different places. I feel great culture here. There is music, music vibration, very sensitive. I see members of this God-race walking,
at peace, in groups or in couples, and a few of them are reading aloud to the other as they walk. There is brotherhood here; there is love for one another. I hear laughter and sense joy everywhere.
“Christopher now is leading me away and tells me, ‘Projection.’ We are no longer walking as we come into another area of the Moon. We are floating ¾ or projecting ¾ down a beam of light. Far at the end, I see an opening. As we approach and enter it, he directs me upward, and I see that I am in a bubble-like structure. I sense that this is a place of scientific importance, and although I don’t know what these machines are, I know there is great industry going on.
“My head is vibrating as Christopher tells me, ‘There are many races of brothers and Sisters of other planets who come to this place to develop highly advanced mechanisms. There is a constant flow of God-ideas and we delve deeply here into many different types of instruments whose meanings are beyond my conveying to you. The God Souls who come here to do specific work are able to do so in quiet, love, peace, and harmony. This feeling of peace that has encompassed you is the normal atmosphere within which we work. Although you do not understand the advanced machines you are being shown, we wish to convey to you the thought that this civilization is highly and Spiritually advanced. All the ideas created on the Moon are brought forth directly through the God intunement of the individual Souls.’
“As I look around, I see forms of life that are very different from those I know on Earth. One is standing at an instrument that is at window-sill level. He turns and acknowledges us. I see a man sitting at an apparatus that resembles a great organ with many keys of different types and sizes, different shades and hues. Despite the complicated appearance of the machine, he sits upon a simple stool. He shows me that it goes down and up; it can be regulated.
“Farther along is a central beam that just changed from a golden Light into a blue-white Light. I feel that this is something they could beam outward into the universe, like a beam of some kind of intelligence.
“When I look up through the bubble, the stars seem so close. I see streaks passing, streaks of different colors...bluish-purple...orange-white...yellow green...and so many of pure white. They are passing above this bubble structure which reminds me of the U.S. Capitol dome. Those colored lights could be meteorites, but yet I somehow don’t think so. I get the impression that they are Intelligence. I see a bird and sense that he is trying to give me verification of what I am feeling inside. A bird represents a higher force of Spiritual Power and sets you up on a higher vibratory rate, so I know that I am correct in feeling that these lights are very high Spiritual Intelligences. Christopher seems to touch me on the back as if to say, ‘That is good, that is right.’
“We have ascended into the top of the dome and he is showing me the scene outside the window. I see someone riding across the surface of the Moon in a boat-like structure. He is not touching the bottom, but is riding about five feet above the surface. He doesn’t even seem to be guiding the vehicle. Christopher directs me to look to the right. There I see many God-Souls. They wave to greet us and each lifts up a glass or goblet with a handle on it. I sense that they are saying, ‘Here’s to you. Come one, come all into a heightened consciousness so that we may walk together in love.’”
For the next five years, Christopher delivered messages to me regarding the space progress of the United States and Russia. At noon on January 4, 1967, he sent word that a Moon landing would soon occur “because of the great efforts put forth by the United States and Soviet Russia for peaceful exploration activities of all space ventures and their willingness to establish international law pertaining to space and its peaceful exploration by these nations and those to follow.”
On July 16, 1969, the United States landed Apollo 11 on the Moon and an American became the first Earth man to step onto its surface. Two previous missions, Apollo 9 and Apollo 10, had been flown successfully to check out the equipment, surpassing the programs of Apollo 7 and Apollo 8, which circled the Earth and escaped Earth’s gravity respectively.
But nothing captured the fancy of the world so much as the walk taken on the Lunar surface by Neil Armstrong ¾ the first to step onto Lunar soil ¾ and Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin while Michael Collins piloted their three-man capsule aloft. The televised event relayed fascinating information to the Earth; still the excitement was somewhat subdued among many who expressed disappointment in the absence of the expected outcome: proof of life on the Moon.
If any contact was made by astronauts on this and the next landing, Apollo 12, it remains classified, a deep NASA secret, but Moon intelligences have verified that encounters were made...and some were rejected. Nevertheless, the astronauts could not escape the mystical aura of the Moonscape. As predicted by Christopher in a communication that followed the initial landing, Apollo 13 was denied landing rights on the Moon, although its crew was permitted to return to Earth in the damaged spacecraft.
Apollo 14 was a different story. It was commanded by Alan Shepard, one of the two astronauts originally recommended by the Moon government because of his character and God intunement. With him was Edgar Mitchell, equally blessed by higher planes. The true story of their Moon adventure has not been told to the general public, but the fruits are visible in Mitchell’s commitment to psychic research.
Apollo 15 was equally successful with its vehicular exploration of the Moon in the Rover. Apollo 16 concentrated on astronomy using the Moon as an observatory, and Apollo 17 included geologist Harrison Schmitt as a crew member to study the geology of the Moon.
Thus, within slightly more than a four-year period, from October 1968 to December 1972, the United States hurdled many of the barriers to space travel. Throughout the space program, Master B stayed nearby, communicating with me and directing me to forward his messages to the key people intimately concerned with space technology. As with all of my direct voice communications from another plane, I had no
hint as to the nature of the messages I received. I could only hope that the recipient was able to decipher the often cryptic sentences.
The greatest boost to my space work was the assistance of the three astronaut spirits, Gus Grissom, Ed White, and Roger Chaffee, who perished in a pad fire more than a year before the first manned flight. I long suspected that the fire was more than accidental because of a message I received on February 17, 1962 from a space contact warning that some in high positions at Cape Canaveral were working against the United States. That warning seemed to anticipate the accident which snuffed out the three astronauts’ lives.
The three spirits mingled with key personnel in the space program, enabling the United States to zoom ahead of the Russians. When they sensed that their advice was being ignored by the researchers and developers, they worked their magic through me. At their insistence, I would promptly send off a letter suggesting certain changes. Inevitably, the proper adjustments would be made.
The spirits had contact with the Moon intelligences when they scouted the surface for acceptable landing spots, and they recommended a meeting between Earth men and their Lunar hosts during the first landing. I was confident that this would be the high point of the event, but I became concerned when the anticipated communication with Moon intelligences was not officially verified by either Apollo flights 11 or 12. My worry blossomed into optimism at the announcement of the Apollo 14 crew, Shepard, Mitchell, and Stuart Roosa, men with strong beliefs, men well regarded by the Moon intelligences.
During Apollo 14 preparations, there was considerable concern from the higher planes because it was imperative that these three men with God qualities overcome all technical problems. Unbeknown to Shepard, Mitchell, and Roosa, they had been groomed all their lives for this task. Thus, I kept in close contact with them and received replies in advance of the lift-off confirming that they went into space equipped with the warnings, suggestions, and encouragement which the higher spirits saw fit to send.
After learning from Master B of Edgar Mitchell’s contacts from Grissom, White, and Chaffee both before and after his Moon exploration, I was not surprised by his decision to found the Noetic Institute in Palo Alto, California soon after leaving NASA. On June 9, 1972 we both were featured speakers at the Jersey Society of Parapsychology (JSP) Seminar held at Drew University in Madison, New Jersey. By that time, I had hoped for answers to questions about the Moon, but NASA was mum. For instance, I wanted to know if the white propelled objects viewed by Apollo 15 were the same white lights I saw during my clairvoyant Moon tour in 1962.
Hoping to pry some answers from Mitchell in the flesh, I sent word to him through an intermediary that I wished to meet with him privately after his address. We met, at his suggestion, outside under the trees. It was very dark. I had in my possession a set of documents, a collection of my contacts regarding the space flights, among them those predicting problems on Apollo 13 and success on Apollo 14. Also included was a copy of a letter I wrote to John Glenn at the instruction of Master B, predicting his successful orbiting of the Earth three times and even greater fame in the future.
When I explained to Mitchell that I was the one who had communicated with their crew prior to the Apollo 14 mission, he replied ¾ rather cryptically ¾ that Alan Shepard was very much his own man. That was all. His meaning was not clear to me, so I did not pursue it.
I then presented him with a large blue folder containing copies of my messages and notes. All the while, I sensed a space ship hovering just above the clouds, but I could see nothing. It occurred to me that Mitchell was enveloped by a higher power, perhaps one which even he did not acknowledge. There was also the possibility that he believed me to be a contact from another world.
While I stood near Mitchell on the Drew University campus, I sensed a potent energy about him, one which could only have come from a cosmic source. The same energy was detected upon his return from the Moon’s surface by scientists observing and recording his physical state.
Among the messages in my folder was one from Gus Grissom. When I reminded Mitchell that I had regular communication with the three departed astronauts, a curious light flickered in his eyes as he said, simply, “Yes. We’ve had contact with them.”
With that, he thanked me for the folder, then turned abruptly and returned to the building where the meeting was underway. I believe he felt I knew more than he wanted anyone to know, perhaps that I was a contact he was not ready to accept.
That was the extent of our first face-to-face meeting, although we have been together since on various panels, including several at the United Nations. After his flight, Mitchell verified to news reporters that he participated with a psychic in thought transference tests during the flight. He has never told me that he had a contact on the Moon or in outer space, and yet I learned through Christopher, Master B, the astronaut spirits, and several other sources that Mitchell did indeed have a valuable space contact.
Some time after my meeting with Mitchell, I was asked to teach a course for the United Nations’ ESP Laboratory. My first series, which began in the Spring of 1977, entitled, “The Pathways to High Consciousness,” was followed by courses in psychic
meditation, visualization, awareness, spiritual perception of the soul, reincarnation, ESP, and tools which the individual can apply to awaken a high awareness of life.
One of my most exciting experiences at the United Nations took place after a large Moon rock, retrieved by the Apollo 11 crew, became a permanent fixture at the UN Headquarters. It rests there to this day inside its hermetically-sealed case.
Upon its arrival, several of my students urged me to psychometrize the Moon rock, a challenge which I meditated upon overnight before undertaking. When I finally encountered the piece of Moon, I was accompanied by students from many nations, truly a venture in fellowship and brotherhood. In order to make a proper intunement with the rock, I began the session by leading the group in meditation because, in a high meditative awareness, one’s aura is open to receiving impressions which cannot penetrate the mind under ordinary conditions.
Our group approached the enclosure and stood a few moments before the structure. The small piece of rock, we observed, was encased in a simple glass case within a larger, multi-faceted one. To assist our experiment, the staff had turned the lights at the front of the building very low so that there was just enough light for viewing, but nothing shone directly on the case. Consequently, there was no glare.
My class and I held out our hands to the rock as we slowly walked around the case, viewing it from all sides. Within moments, I noticed a direct psychic ¾ or soul ¾ response from the rock. As the feeling continued to build, a powerful energy of a high ¾ positively exalted! ¾ radiation emanated from the rock, suggesting deep spirituality and an infinite intelligence.
Outwardly, the rock seemed to be of volcanic quality, definitely a primordial substance, by far the oldest object I have seen on Earth. As I stood there, I felt myself in mental contact with the soul of the Moon rock itself.
In some inscrutable way, it gave off a distinguished aura which suggested origin on a more evolved and intelligent sphere. While I meditated, the aura expanded. As the power inside the smaller container increased, the energy passed through the glass into the second container, then surged forth to our outstretched hands. We all exclaimed audibly as the strong vibrations hit us. It was at once a sobering and a thrilling moment. Something surely is up there! Of this we all were certain.
Later that evening, in the quiet of my study, I received a Moon contact. I was told that my reaction was especially strong because the impression was beamed to me from scanners which played the energy directly onto the piece of Moon rock. This was done in order that my students and I might understand the true power and essence of the Moon.
In thinking back upon my work with Master B, I am now convinced that I have been overcome by the same powerful force that affected astronaut Mitchell, a force which altered the direction of his life. On April 20, 1977, I was a guest at a private United Nations luncheon in honor of Mitchell, who spoke to the select group about his experiences. Those in attendance represented many different nations, and yet the primary dream of all is to establish One World based on spiritual and humanitarian concepts. Since that day more than two decades ago, many world events have torn away barriers and allowed people to move closer to one another. Although woes and wars continue to thrive in pockets of the world, I sense that the family of man is preparing to embrace the concept of international unity.
Can it be that the Man in the Moon has decided that we on Earth are finally ready for the fourth dimension of enlightenment?