It was early April, 1981 during the preparation of Passover.  An attempt had been made on President Regan�s life a few days before.  I was living on Stock Island in the Florida Keys at the time.  At about eleven at night, I was compelled to fall on my face alone in the dark to pray on the floor.  For three and one half hours, words rolled out of my mouth about every unkind thing I had ever done and every sin.  I kept nothing secret and opened every darkest closet. Then for the next three and one half hours, words rolled off of my tongue about every dark and terrible act being committed among the nations of the earth. The floor was puddled with my tears. 

With seemingly no strength left, I dragged myself onto the fold away bed in the living room and fell face up on it motionless.  Just then, a beautiful place opened though the ceiling just like an ancient scroll opening with a living image of a beautiful green environment in it instead of script and I stepped though it into this place.  I ascended a steep ridge effortlessly and all my senses were acutely functioning better than ever before.  There were young hardwoods on the way up the ridge but at the top was a magnificent, spruce/fir/pine forest which seemed to have been given the utmost care.  In front of me was a gorge and on the opposite side a great and wide waterfall which made yet a gentle wisp of sound because of the straightness of the gorge.

I stood frozen in awe.  There were places to explore throughout the opposite side and there was nothing dead, dying or diseased.  The air was ultra clean and fresh. If this were not enough, a man in a long white robe emerged from a thick stand of firs farther down on the other side and walked across the gorge in the air without ever breaking stride or looking down.  There was no bridge or fallen tree beneath his feet though I strained to see one.  The man walked with an extremely noble and confident gate and I immediately knew who it was without ever having been indoctrinated by religious orders or sects.

Still frozen in my tracks, he approached on a path which ran parallel to the edge of the gorge on my side cutting its way straight though the moss and young firs. 

These words came from the depth of my spirit and I could not prevent them: I said, �Good morning, Precious-Wonderful Lord Jesus!� with the excitement of a little child who was receiving a thousand wonderful gifts at once.  At this, The Light of The Eternal Father radiated from his heart and I was enveloped and filled in the Light of God.    I asked him, �Is this the Light of the Father?� and he replied, �It is as you say.�  Then his eyes moved toward the gorge.  I followed them with mine and could see, appearing out of the mist of the air, a golden palatial structure.      I asked, �Is this the Father�s House?�  And he replied, �This is the place we have prepared for you.�  Then I asked, �Can I go over with you so that I might meet the others who will be there?� And He said, �No, it is not yet time.  First, you have much left to do.�  Then I said, �Let me fly to the summit (on my side of the gorge) and circle it three times and return before you. Then let us embrace at length before I must go.�  And he nodded saying, �Go.�  I lifted into the air, the tips of the spruces and firs passed beneath me at a rough distance of fifteen feet, I circled the summit and was then set back before him.  After a long embrace, I descended the ridge eagerly toward my mission with full knowledge I would return and that time was no longer a concern.

At a halfway point along the descent, there was a futuristic circular structure nestled in a level area with every kind of hard and softwood.  The structure was filled with all kinds of media, music and motion picture equipment.  Descending the ridge further, I then returned to my body on the fold-up bed which was miraculously kept alive with slow and shallow sinus rhythm and breathing.

I sprang up with a jolt glowing and bathing the room in white light.  I was completely cleansed and as light as air in feeling.  A golden sun had risen and my first act was to befriend a little child who was on his bike riding in circles alone beyond my front door.  I put my hand on his shoulder, smiled and offered to show him how to play Yahtzee.  Then I said: �If you believe you can roll five sixes, you will.�  On his first roll, five sixes stretched across the table close together in a straight line with all the dots pointing in the same direction.  The next small miracle was when I wrote a spiritual song, �Glory To You, Lord�, where a butterfly landed on the tuning keys of the guitar I was composing with.  In the years to come, there were of course events, miracles and acts of far greater significance but this was the beginning as it happened.  For a long time, people from various places and walks reported that brilliant white light was radiating from me.  Seven years before this 1981 event, my voice thundered saying that I stand on the stone of destiny and behold the wisdom of the ages.  I knew it to involve the universe as well as the nations.  Seven years after 1981 came the Conservation Exchange* vision while I was managing at Bigelow Preserve.  And seven years after that came confirmational visions that I had been given authority to address nations and worlds.  There were also confirmations from spiritual leaders and spiritual people though the 1980s and 1990s who have been kept untarnished from the politics and meanderings of modern religions.  I, myself, was kept safe by miraculous angelic intervention�and not only from this but from physical harms and discomforts along my journeys across North America.  And some who were mean came to utter ruin overnight. 

*Conservation Exchange is in fulfillment of the Prophet Isaiah.  Global military forces and civilians work together in a Forest Recovery/Enhancement and Crops to End World Hunger Pact.  Lasting global peace is achieved within a single year by common mission and no longer merely observed philosophically.  That is just the beginning.  Trillions in monetary units and resources otherwise earmarked for weapons and weapons platforms can then be ruddered to Advanced Individualized Education, Fuel-less Technology, Medical Cures, Affordable Energy and Environment Savvy Homes, Long Life Products/Materials, Major Costs and Tax Relief, The Needy and all people, environment and technological reformation programs that are designed to benefit all people/all life and to succeed.  Rich or poor, we can no longer tolerate the violation to life, the natural wonders and the common liberty, happiness and well being of all.

How does this impact other worlds?  First, I should quickly mention that my broken heart prayed to God in 1976 asking what possible good I could do in a world so full of hate, greed, war and oppression--what was the reason for my being here in this time.  As the words left my mouth, my friend, Phillip, called stating that he had a ride for us to go star watching at a secluded beach.  That very night of September 26, I was surrounded by three globular objects at Ocean Street Beach in Manchester Massachusetts which were 35 ft. in diameter silently poised hovering at extremely close range. Conservation Exchange will become the universally accepted principle of right governance and the means though which peaceful open contact will occur.  It takes all kinds of individuals to make this happen. The reward is that we will have overcome technological deprivation, wars, planetary devastation, disease, poverty and death itself under the most grueling of circumstances historically and will become a light indeed on the very Throne and Footstool of God: Earth. Once we were the children of God and now we become the light of God.

On my father's mother's side (the Coffins of Nantucket), I descend from Admiral Sir Isaac Coffin, Ben Franklin, Edward I and Princess Tei, remnant daughter of David.  My grandfather was a Massachusetts Supreme Court justice. My dad, an MIT grad,  was on the Manhattan Project and was also an experiencer of the UFO phenomena--as I have been, lifelong.  On my mother's side (though her mother), I am a descendent of Catherine The Great.

At age two, I was able to perform Swan Lake on piano or organ.  At age three, I began drawing places never seen before and people would find these places later in books. By age five, I knew my way around astrophysics and celestial mechanics.  At seventeen, I beat my dad at chess who was the champion chess master at MIT in his day.     But my childhood was no bed of roses otherwise and I faced years of emotional and physical abuse from my dad, sister and schools. Teachers hated me because I could see right though them and was brilliant and kind. My dad hated me because of the silence branded into his soul from the Manhattan Project.  How did I deal with it?  I used my art and went to college for media arts and sciences.  Then I used my music and traveled the country and performed in five star hotels, concerts and various television and radio appearances performing original music with a message.  Shortly before the 1981 event, I had been performing on piano at the Marriott Casa Marina Resort in Key West FL. That door then closed due to a death in management and re-staffing. 

Later on, I began doing natural resource protection/enhancement and humanitarian type work. Prominent awards are in parks service and disability rights advocacy.  There are other awards for music performances as well. These were though the leading/training by the Spirit of the Lord and not by diplomas and hype--in this case to give a perfect untainted illustration.

The spiritual experiences which you have read spanned 21 years or three seven year intervals.  These were different from the UFO events (the earliest remembered is at age two) but there is a connection. It isn't that God drives a flying saucer.  It is that many worlds throughout the universe are gathering to Earth and to God. I realize the UFO part is a whole other story.  But I will say at this point that a coalition of worlds had accepted me with great respect in 1995 (which was just after the end of the three seven year periods) because of courage, a playful and intimate sense of love without condemnation for other beings; and for Conservation Exchange--His newly revealed formula of transitional governance.  I also had the privilege of being referred to one of the nation's founding researchers and regression therapists who does care about experiencers.  This is progress made toward meaningful and peaceful open contact with other worlds.  Unfortunately, it has been much harder to get the United States to come along.  But a select global citizenry needs to respond, not the governments. This will set in motion the final conflict, and after: peace like none ever known before. Until people demand a conservation exchange pact between all nations, they are all in bed with a monetary system that has been corrupted to the hilt and you can tell no one apart: Full Gospel Businessmen and Satan's Oil and Pharmaceuticals--no difference.  They are all in bed with evil supporting it and expanding it. 

Recently, I have been taking care of an estate on the coast of Maine while writing my book. I've been married 20 years this June 10th and have one son who has one more year of high school left.  We have a sheltie who is my widdle cuddle bear. And then there is this amazing black Lab--the estate owner's dog--who should be signed onto the Boston Red Socks--he's that good of a ball player!  He plays hard and then jumps into the pond ; )

I spoke at a national UFO conference last year along side Travis Walton and others.  It was no easy thing to make my case about the two subjects: the divine election experience and visitors. But it came off well. The Cosmic Tribune published a pretty good article about my talk. Hal McKenzie, the writer, was especially interested in Conservation Exchange.

There were many times I have said, "Why would you choose me?"  And many more times I would just find a place to be with God and weep because of the pains on others in the world, especially all the saints. 

To deeply confide, I was shown a golden bowl in a vision in 1995 containing their prayers.  There are many other wonderful objects that were shown around that time with great meaning that perhaps I could share with you soon.  The objects, of course, are not to be worshiped. But the meaning in them, as pointers and insignia from God, are quite profound.

In 1988, in the very moment I was struck with the Conservation Exchange vision, a staff member and a guest were ascending the stairs of Flagstaff Lodge.  When they reached the top of the stairs, they were both frozen in awe and both reported minutes later that I was robed in white and glowing in brilliant white light.  At the same time, my wife was in the kitchen preparing breakfast and she was suddenly struck with a vision of crowns.  From my perspective, I was just finishing a letter to the State of Maine concerning the Conservation Exchange vision stating that the said state could spearhead the effort.  And my tears had fallen on the bottom of the letter.  There were two camps of thought among state authorities at this.  One was that I had a psychosis (a broad blanket label for a number of possible mental health conditions).  But the other camp was behind me 1000% thanks to my former supervisor in Parks.  My stay there as Host and temporary Manager was short anyway as it was but a two month project.  So I completed the project and then moved on.

In 1989, I had a quaint little hilltop abode in the western US with a cedar forest all around (quaint isn't the word: it was a tin garage with a tiny apartment as an afterthought attached to the rear).  I decided to make it into a place that the Lord would love to come and walk in; a place that had nicely kept trails and scenic vistas without sacrificing the natural splendor, trees and habitat; a place aglow with his touch and love.  So I worked and worked on it as I do whenever I have the chance to be in a forest or park environment.  Then one day upon completion, I set up a little card table with two chairs outside and plopped a Bible down on it closed.  Suddenly, a strong and unusual wind that seemed to be focused over the table opened the book and a group of pages stood dancing like a flame in the middle.  Then they fell as if quickly thrust flat into place and a bream of white light highlighted a little used scripture in a perfect rectangle around it about how the ancient prophets who were buried in Jerusalem arose from their tombs when Christ arose.

Afterwards, I went for a walk with the Lord.  First, I gave thanks and praise for his coming to walk with me.  And the Lord, without hesitation, inquired: "Do you know the truth about the shepherd boy?"  I asked, "What about the shepherd boy?"  And he said:  "Do you know he didn't even know his own name?"  And I completed his statement by saying: "He was abused and made to tend the sheep all alone while his brothers ate, drank and made fun of him.  And when he returned home they treated him like dirt denying that he was even alive."  Then the Lord said, "It is as you say."

A year went by so that I could resituate in the middle of the state of New Hampshire.  Then in 1991--making it two and a half sevens--the most amazing events and visions unfurled.  First, my spirit was summoned up to the very Throne of all thrones. I was kneeling with my head bowed in a soft hooded white robe with hood off and a golden cord around the waist.  Though I could not look upon the Father's face, I saw his hand and a wonderful gold and amethyst scepter which he extended to me and I reached with my right hand to accept it.  Shortly after, the election of Paul was portrayed in a vision as a wooden trophy of a Grecian runner with a circular maze behind him standing on edge.  Then the Lord spoke again saying, "Remove the figure of the knight from the medallion and place upon it the crown Cherylynn has purchased for you."  I had purchased a gold medallion at a flea market in the White Mountains some days before.  So I took a butter knife and did as instructed and then hung the medallion on the corner of my fridge.  Five minutes later, Cherie came home and had purchased a circular crown patch at a button shop for me to perhaps wear on a suit. I had no idea she had done this or had that in mind.  I said, "You are not going to believe this..."  And I took the patch to the medallion, placed it on it and it fit exactly within the circular design border with no trimming or adjustments needed.  It didn't end there.  I was standing outside and suddenly heaven opened up over my driveway.  It reminds me of when Stephen saw the Lord while he was being condemned by the Sanhedrin.    At the time, a wicked selectman was trying to destroy me because I blew the whistle on her landfill and its constant chemical and hazardous materials fires right next to her own tenants.  There was a stream there also which was completely contaminated.  To drive us out, she set up dogs rescued from abusive homes on 20 foot chains on either side of the garden my six year old son was working and playing in.  He went out to play and was bitten on the face and has a permanent keloid scar.  Then she railed him saying that he was taunting the dogs.

The Lord was seated on a throne and the original twelve stood on either side of him.  Peter, who was on his immediate right, said: "He has not yet died."  The Lord sat silent and these words thundered from my mouth:  "Listen to me, you radical saints:  I have died everyday of this life.  If you wish to be my friends, then help me!"  That was the only other time my voice thundered.  The first was in 1974 when I said I stand on the stone of destiny and behold the wisdom of the ages. 

Directly after this, I saw a hideous serpent head on my living room wall and I stared it down though it was very frightening.  An angel in a long white robe reached into a great ancient shell, withdrew a pearl two feet in diameter and handed it to me. Then I said, "Embrace me before you must depart."  And he did. Finally, I was ascending a mountain slope toward the camp of the Lord and the armies of heaven were stretched out standing fast and ready to descend while the earth was already in flames below.  My presence there was not questioned as if I come and go regularly.

In 1994 and '95 a final set of visions came to confirm and direct.  First, I was awarded a golden twelve handled ship wheel.  Set on a blue inner circle was a crown with a living white flame on top.  The seal was presented on the right breast of a white robe. Next, there was an extremely ancient medallion or diadem with a crescent moon and a thousand pointed star which has never been revealed until now.  There was also a hooded white robe with hood on but the face was concealed in shadow.  The diadem was affixed on the wide white shoulder sash on the left breast of the robe.  Now these next visions will be extremely revealing.  There was a diamond Jerusalem artichoke with many facets all around it. The very top facet or capstone is Christ and the facets are the saints. Radiating from the middle of the diamond is the white light of God touching every facet.  The molten sea in the ancient temple stood on a stand.  There was a stand beneath the diamond artichoke of gold twisted vines which have dropped their leaves. This is the sea of glass or the diamond head.  Ephesians 1:9,10 forecasted the gathering of all things in the heavens and earth under the one head. This is now unfolding before our eyes.  The Lord opened his hand and revealed an arrowhead for striking down the nations.  And again, he revealed a polished axe head--the one that had been lost in the Jordan but Elisha made it float. It was given a new handle and was set in a large round birch chopping block which was a gift from a friend. There are other visions but we can touch on them later.

The paramount evil in the world is like a chain.  But the axe will strike just the right link to break it. Fossil fuel based markets is the one to break as we mandate Conservation Exchange. This said, our course is clear to establish global Conservation Exchange and demand the release of fuel-less technologies.  A sword proceeds from his mouth and strikes the earth just before his return. This is an extremely powerful word.  No wonder advanced civilizations are allying themselves while ignorant war mongers and wealthy connoisseurs still presume they can stare down and defeat the saints.

Some historians have succeeded in acquitting Nero for the burning of Rome to cause the defamation and slaughter of early Christians.  But I was taken in spirit to Nero's balcony.  With Rome burning below, the Emperor was shaking his fist at the sky and screaming, "I will send that Holy Spirit back to where it came!!!"  Hung on a pillar facing inward toward the balcony was a copper wreath with an upward pointing dove in the center--the logo of his secret Christian eradication campaign. This is where the diamond white truth fell asleep and took shelter within other manmade institutions and religions out of desperation (and the infiltration of imposters which the Lord revealed to John years after the resurrection).

A flow of counsel

Fasting is not for starving oneself but for giving to others on various levels according to their needs at the time.  Normally, you do not have to look for opportunities for giving, they will come to you.

Being attune with the universe is highly honorable.  But seek God first and never crystals, objects or false prophets.

The Sabbath rest is the bare minimal requirement for rest (people, land and all creatures), not an order to work six days. We would have you rest four days a week and spend at least the one designated day with each other.

Saying: "Jesus Christ!" in frustration is not a sin unto death. Pretending to be elect is.

Having a wife is not an issue for the ministry and leadership on any level. The original twelve were allowed a wife.

That Jesus paid a tax for himself and Peter was for protection against a loose Roman sword. There were, however, eleven others he did not suffer Peter to find coins for.  In times past, kings did not charge their own household a tax. All apostles, prophets and saints should not only be free from taxes and costs, but nations should pay them regular tribute and highest regard with thanks for God for their being on their soil.

I say this not only for myself but for the straightening of The Way and to illustrate the proper conduct toward the chosen of God.

We are not a religion, we are The Way.

Not everyone in the Church is a supporter. Those who have a gift for attracting money should be the supporters willing to lay down a good part of their treasures for various missions, ministries and gifts within the Church.

Apostles are not students of men or made by diplomas.

A saint is not a rug or a Santa Clause.  And if you think entertaining angels unawares is an important consideration, wait until you see this.  But the righteous are glad for the crowns awarded to the elect.

We cannot fall from grace. Though we often stumble, the Lord does not fail. In grace, there is always betterment and further refinement. We learn by our imperfections.

We have infinite individual choices as it is time to become co-creators.  The Lord's grace will make them all lily-white.

We have been made over time like a diamond.  When the Lord was asked about reincarnation, he instructed them not to dwell on it at the time (so that it would not become a doctrine in and of itself).  But now it is time to know all things as it is time for light to pour out on all flesh, good and bad, to restore power to the People of God and to expose the wicked imposters.

Great love and kindness might not earn salvation but it can earn unspeakable rewards.  To tell you the whole truth, genuine kindness and love will get you in.  In this area, the who's who can be sorted out later.

I would rather be surrounded by nameless love than with arrogance and false shepherding in the Name.

Be a dear friend and hero for the poor and suffering.

Love without limit where it is appreciated; strive to do what is right even when things are at their worst.

On speaking in tongues, try speaking a language others can understand.  An angelic language is better used in personal prayer.  The Lord understands all utterances--especially the heart of the matter--perfectly.

The Lord wishes to give whatever is asked and more, but one should really think on why it is needed, how responsible its use will appear to all and if there is a greater purpose than our own in the asking.

On election and salvation, salvation is a free gift at the asking.  The elect make up The Ruling Head.  Everyone who is elect is saved, but not everyone who is saved is elect.  Be at peace whichever the case for to exist in the Paradise to come is reward enough for anyone.

The heart of the Koran speaks of a green paradise restored while they await a twelfth prophet who will give them a word from God. Go to them with the olive branch of Conservation Exchange today. Speak to the heart of the clerics and not their present policies.

Jews, call on Christ and watch God put your fortunes, talents and nobility into action in ways never witnessed before.

Do not allow the persecution of anyone.

Cease all war.

America, the land of my birth for which I served in the Marines, beware!  The reason you were allowed independence from the English Crown was your holding of the Lord God Almighty as Sovereign above all in your formal Declaration of Independence which also clarifies the difference between religious beliefs and the Sovereign Lord.  Classifying Him as a religion and thus justifying a separation in state affairs bears a national penalty above that of treason.

Be ready to receive sojourners and visitors from the distant stars.

Be careful not to use blanket judgments or labeling, i.e., in saying, "All aliens (visitors) are demons."  Less than one third of many various visiting races of beings are acting with any evil intent and their power ever decreases daily.  The chances of positive contact for anyone are very good.  We must be ready in full Light and Love.  Believe me, they can traverse vast distances, control time, matter, genetics, the frequency of photons and have a most advanced tracking and communications system. I, myself, have witnessed and am in witness of such technology which is of an intentional slow and steady disclosure operation. If they collectively wanted to hurt us (and if it were possible God would not intercede), we would not be here today praising the Lord.

People of all the world and universe, above all, prepare for the coming of God!  Make him a place that will honor his presence and the presence of his company.  Let the whole earth resound with joy and magnificent song! 

Let it be accomplished.

All my love,

Jeffrey Morgan Foss, Falmouth Maine USA

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