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Angels Don't Cry

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DISCUS Publishingerschienen am06.06.20231
Autobiography of an Extraterrestrial: Experiences and Mastership of Unconditional Love lived on Earth Angels Dont Cry is the stunning sequel to Omnec Onecs autobiography FROM VENUS I CAME. This book is about the earthly life of the Venusian, who came to Earth from the astral Venus as a child and who grew up in the USA. Difficult family circumstances, constant changes of location and a spiritually unawakened environment presented very challenging conditions for the conscious child from Venus. The telepathic and sometimes physical contact with her friends and relatives from Venus as well as the awareness of her mission gave Omnec the strength to endure this life and to master it in love. Further rays of hope were her encounters with Indians, who recognized in her the prophesied Great White Hope, and in later years the re-encounter with her spiritual teachings through Paul Twitchell, who recognized her from an astral journey to Venus. Slowly, Omnecs way to the public was paved and the fulfillment of her mission as an Ambassador of Venus took hold with the publication of her life story by Lt. Col. Ret. Wendelle C. Stevens.The title, Angels Dont Cry, comes from a childhood anecdote.

Omnec Onec - Ambassador from VenusOmnec Onec was born on the astral level of the planet Venus and came to Earth with her own physical body in 1955. In the Ninetees, she became publicly known with her autobiography FROM VENUS I CAME (today part 1 of THE VENUSIAN TRILOGY). In this book, she portrays life on the astral level of Venus and describes why and how she was born there and why as a child she was given the opportunity to lower her vibrations, to manifest a physical body and to come to Earth at the age of seven in order. Her mission is to share spiritual truth and unconditional love to help raise the human beings consciousness and to support the transformation process of the earth to a higher dimension.As I was born on the planet Venus in another dimension and came to your planet as a young child, I was able to retain the knowledge and information that I had gathered as a soul through many incarnations and life times. I can keep this information intact, and what I teach people is actually what I KNOW and not what Ive read about or what Ive heard, but what I have experienced through many different life cycles on Earth and in other dimensions. - Omnec OnecWebsite: https://omnec-onec.commehr
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KlappentextAutobiography of an Extraterrestrial: Experiences and Mastership of Unconditional Love lived on Earth Angels Dont Cry is the stunning sequel to Omnec Onecs autobiography FROM VENUS I CAME. This book is about the earthly life of the Venusian, who came to Earth from the astral Venus as a child and who grew up in the USA. Difficult family circumstances, constant changes of location and a spiritually unawakened environment presented very challenging conditions for the conscious child from Venus. The telepathic and sometimes physical contact with her friends and relatives from Venus as well as the awareness of her mission gave Omnec the strength to endure this life and to master it in love. Further rays of hope were her encounters with Indians, who recognized in her the prophesied Great White Hope, and in later years the re-encounter with her spiritual teachings through Paul Twitchell, who recognized her from an astral journey to Venus. Slowly, Omnecs way to the public was paved and the fulfillment of her mission as an Ambassador of Venus took hold with the publication of her life story by Lt. Col. Ret. Wendelle C. Stevens.The title, Angels Dont Cry, comes from a childhood anecdote.

Omnec Onec - Ambassador from VenusOmnec Onec was born on the astral level of the planet Venus and came to Earth with her own physical body in 1955. In the Ninetees, she became publicly known with her autobiography FROM VENUS I CAME (today part 1 of THE VENUSIAN TRILOGY). In this book, she portrays life on the astral level of Venus and describes why and how she was born there and why as a child she was given the opportunity to lower her vibrations, to manifest a physical body and to come to Earth at the age of seven in order. Her mission is to share spiritual truth and unconditional love to help raise the human beings consciousness and to support the transformation process of the earth to a higher dimension.As I was born on the planet Venus in another dimension and came to your planet as a young child, I was able to retain the knowledge and information that I had gathered as a soul through many incarnations and life times. I can keep this information intact, and what I teach people is actually what I KNOW and not what Ive read about or what Ive heard, but what I have experienced through many different life cycles on Earth and in other dimensions. - Omnec OnecWebsite: https://omnec-onec.com
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Chapter 2 - A Light at the End of the Tunnel

It was about eight o´clock one night when I came home. Immediately as I stepped into the living room, I knew they had been fighting again. Mom was sitting on a sofa, dazed. Her robe was torn. What´s the matter? I asked her. She just looked at me without answering. Moments later I heard a knock and opened the front door. It was the man from the liquor store, with a fifth of vodka. I could not believe my eyes!

Whispering, because C.L. was in the bedroom, I said, You know, really, this is the wrong time for you to bring this stuff. If you knew the situation here, you wouldn´t bring it at all!

Why, what´s the matter? He stepped through the doorway.

They just had a big fight , I explained. See, you don´t understand. They don´t just drink socially. They drink every day. He came in and sat down near the door. Well, if I would have known, I really wouldn´t have come. I´m really sorry, he said sincerely. I sat down on the couch and whispered to the man that I had just gotten home myself and didn´t know what was going on.

Just then C.L. came roaring out of the bedroom, staggering all over the place. Yeah? You think I can´t hear everything, huh. I´ll teach you to whore around on me, both of you, cut your damn throats, that´s what I´ll do. Before any of us moved, C.L. was at the kitchen sink grabbing a long thin, ugly knife. He staggered toward my mother; in an instant I blocked his way. C.L., please leave her alone, I pleaded. He stared at me with burning hate in his eyes. I´ll cut your throat as quick as hers! I shoved Donna into the bedroom, closing the door. C.L. stood there, amazed that I had the guts to defy him. All right, you little bitch, I´ll cut your throat too.

The liquor store man stood by flabbergasted, his mouth hanging open. Finally he decided to come over and help me. No, please! I cried. Just turn off the lights. If you get involved it´s worse than just a family quarrel.

I stood eye to eye with C.L. I knew that drunk as he was, he would not hesitate to kill me. God, help me, I said as I lunged forward head first into his stomach. I grabbed for his wrists and shoved him backward, trying to wrestle the knife away. Blood started splashing all over the place. My panic gave me the strength to back C.L. against the wall and bang his wrist until the knife fell. With one last push, C.L. fell sideways against the door and into the bedroom. He crawled into bed mumbling.

I leaned against the wall, exhausted. Trembling and shaking I picked up the knife and looked into the bedroom. Go ahead, C.L. drawled out, cut my throat if you want to. I´m not like you, C.L., I said. I´ve got more sense. I´m not trying to get even. I´m not violent cause I realize the consequences. C.L. was probably too drunk to understand me.

In the living room I poured a big glass of vodka. Maybe I wasn´t going to kill him, but I sure enough would knock him out.

The liquor store man walked toward me. Hey, I think you´re hurt. There´s blood all over you. No, I think I´m all right, I said. Maybe it was him that got hurt. Just then I heard C.L. again, choking Mom in the bedroom. God, he just can´t stop. He drank the vodka in one go and crashed back on the bed. Seconds later he had dozed off.

Weak and limp, I sat down again in the living room. Look, you are hurt, the man said, pointing to a bloody slice in my side.

Coming home from the hospital that night with three stitches in my side, I entered my bedroom utterly defeated. Donna and C.L. were sound asleep. This was the bitter end - I could not take another day. I tried to be good, and I tried to be obedient, but every time I came home they would be at it again. By this time C.L. was taking to knives and broken beer bottles. When was it all going to end, I wondered? Tonight, perhaps?

I was so confused, so upset, and so hurt about the past months that I cried myself to sleep once again. Only this time my stomach was full of sleeping pills and a drink. I knew it was wrong, and as I got drowsy I begged forgiveness of God and of my people. I knew that suicide is not a solution but at that moment I couldn´t see any other way out. Slowly I dozed off.

Waking the next morning was most perplexing; I was sure I would die. Oh, thank goodness, I thought, I must remember my mission and never be foolish again.

All of us had slept very late into the day. C.L. did not remember the previous night and I did not bother to tell him. Neither did I say anything to Mom because I wanted to save her from more suffering. Any day now she and I would be running away for good. No doubt about it, the man was deteriorating mentally, and we could not bear another day with him. Mom and I were so depressed by now that we hoped either he would die, or we would.

I felt as miserable and confused as ever. Knowing how peaceful and wonderful my life on Venus had been, made a rotten life here even worse. And yet I could understand that all of this was my choice. This was the kind of life Kanjuri and Vonic and Odin had been preparing me for. I know that my life on Venus helped me to survive without getting emotionally disturbed any more than I was. At least my attitude toward men had not become negative. I knew very well that most men were not like C.L.

During my dreams, sometimes when I was not so emotionally caught up in the events of the day, I visited with Arena and Odin. From them I received much encouragement. My life would get better, they said, and although it would perhaps take many years, I would find our spiritual teaching. Good will come from all the bad experiences, they assured me. In the future I will understand. Many many Earth people have suffered as I have, and because of this suffering, many people will be able to relate to me as a person instead of an alien.

In the afternoon, the hospital accepted C.L. for the hernia operation! The chance to escape C.L. was now upon us. We helped pack his things and escorted him there, and oh boy were we happy! But first we went to visit him, and feeling sorry that he was in so much pain, we took along a box of chocolates. C.L. was his usual self. He tried to choke my mother right there in the hospital.

That gave her the momentum to go ahead and write the list. It was a note to the doctor suggesting what he was to be checked for; C.L. approved it. Outside his room we added, Check for mental disorders.

So it seemed when the doctor called us that he would not be able to keep C.L. for the hernia operation because he did not have enough insurance to cover the surgery. Should we transfer him to the County Hospital? he asked. He knew very well that C.L. absolutely refused to ever be admitted to a county hospital. Instantly the light went on in Mom´s mind - she had the perfect solution. The doctor must convince C.L. that they were transferring him to a hospital with advanced techniques for his surgery, not letting him know that it was the county hospital which was for poor people with little or no money. Moments later the doctor was on the line again. All we needed to do was arrange with him and the ambulance drivers to keep the truth from C.L. He agreed. Later in the day Donna´s nurse friend at the hospital called us. C.L. was safely in the ambulance, and our chance to get away was truly here.

For a short while, we lived with friends in a trailer park. Mom was so happy to be away from C.L. that she stopped drinking. I had never seen her so content as then. I was enjoying myself too. What a change to be able to forget my troubles and play with the kids. But I knew deep inside that C.L. would be after us. It would not be long before suspicious C.L. realized what had happened. Donna had made plans to leave Boulder City soon, but soon was not soon enough.

We were surely taken by surprise when Maria, one of Mom´s fellow workers at the hospital, came running to our trailer one night. Donna! C.L. is out! she said between breaths. Horrified, we listened. He went and completely tore apart the house you used to live in, jerked down the curtains, slit open the mattresses with knives, went completely crazy , she said. The landlady called the police, but by the time they got there he was over at my house, said I knew where you were. He´s got dynamite in the trunk - everything you could think of, shotguns, knives, and dynamite. He´s looking for you and he´s going to kill you and Sheila for putting him in the county hospital and running off. He said nobody can get away from him! You know, you don´t have a chance. You´ve got to call the police, you´ve got to get out of here!

Shaking with fear we called the Boulder City police and explained our situation. Maria witnessed to them that he did have dangerous materials and was apt to use them because he was crazy. After checking with the county hospital they immediately put out an alert on C.L. and came to pick us up. Three Boulder City squad cars arrived at the trailer park. Donna and I all got into the middle car. Stay down on the floorboards. This man is dangerous , the officer instructed. He´s liable to throw dynamite or anything at the car if he sees you in it. So please stay down!

Mom and I sat in the car with the officers, waiting in the parking lot behind the Boulder City Police Department. We know he´s dangerous, Mrs. Renald , one of the men said. We checked his record cause we thought he really acted strange around this town, the way he never let your daughter out...

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Omnec Onec - Ambassador from VenusOmnec Onec was born on the astral level of the planet Venus and came to Earth with her own physical body in 1955. In the Ninetees, she became publicly known with her autobiography FROM VENUS I CAME (today part 1 of THE VENUSIAN TRILOGY). In this book, she portrays life on the astral level of Venus and describes why and how she was born there and why as a child she was given the opportunity to lower her vibrations, to manifest a physical body and to come to Earth at the age of seven in order. Her mission is to share spiritual truth and unconditional love to help raise the human beings consciousness and to support the transformation process of the earth to a higher dimension.As I was born on the planet Venus in another dimension and came to your planet as a young child, I was able to retain the knowledge and information that I had gathered as a soul through many incarnations and life times. I can keep this information intact, and what I teach people is actually what I KNOW and not what Ive read about or what Ive heard, but what I have experienced through many different life cycles on Earth and in other dimensions. ~ Omnec OnecWebsite: omnec-onec.com