Who Would We Have Been?



Had we not been interfered with?


Would we have grown?

Without strife, without challenge?

Without hatred, without fear, without war, without killing?

Would we have developed into the technical race we are now?

Or would our technology be so different as to look like magic,  coming from the soul/spirit/heart?

Would we have even cared about what’s out there?

Or would our inner worlds have taken us where ever and whenever we desired?

Would we have made a paradise here on this earth?

What does paradise look like?

Would we have evolved towards the best brain chemicals, the ecstasy, and the love, the dopamines?

Or would unity and love have propelled us toward an organic wholeness completely unimagined?

Would all life have evolved into this web of interconnectedness of support without the need to kill for food, and not just us but the animals here who kill for food?

Would the lion truly laydown with the lamb?

Would peace have reigned?

Would we have evolved so quickly that life as we know it would have been so different that it is beyond our grasp to even imagine?

These are the questions that run through my mind after events like last night around the states, after Ferguson. After idiot rulings in unfair circumstances tell people that they are less than, after insurgents are planted in the crowds to make things worse in an already bad situation.

It makes me wonder if the Archons are real and they are still trying to get us to turn ourselves into a planet bathed in fire and anger just so they can feed…. It makes me angry that in this place , this earth, amidst all this wealth and beauty that we have never been, nor will we ever be really free.

It pisses me off.

A Lot.

When I was a kid I rebelled inside at all the things that I had to wait to do, all the freedoms that I wanted to have, and I was always told, “When you grow up….” and I waited. It was very hard. And while I thought I was getting the freedom as I grew to be myself, it really never happened. One day I finally realized the only thing about me that was free was my mind, and if I wasn’t careful, that would slip away too.

There are days when I am dead sure that this place has been set up as a ruse and that every way we turn we are captive to something, waiting for something to end and “One day….” but it is always around the corner, the dream is just so wiley and intangible, slippery that if you take your eye off of it for one moment it disappears, POOF!

I guess this is a rant from a very tired spirit. I am never going to give up and never going to give in, but there are days when everything seems so broken in the world and so impossible that I want to explode.


It is you, my friends, who together stave off the helplessness, the seeming inevitable in your quest for what is really real that keeps us all going. Know that you are each so unbelievably precious in your will to tear open the box we have all been so neatly put in. Let the passion for the truth always burn and never give up!

Never. Give. Up.

Interstellar: A Review (spoiler alert)



So, my husband and I finally got to go see the movie. It was a Sunday morning matinee and while everybody else was either sitting around sipping espresso’s and reading the Sunday paper and having croissants or emerging from church, or hiding from the kids under the covers while the breakfasts of champions were being consumed with spilt milk and dogs happily licking up what dribbled off the table, we sat in a theater, the only two, with our own private showing of Interstellar.

I have got to say the graphics were excellent, I especially like their spherical worm hole concept, wormhole

and the actors lent true credibility to the story, even though McConaughey’s favorite expression is a kissy moue, his acting lent to the believability of the picture. Now, I know that Hans Zimmer has some huge music creds behind his name, and that my hubby and I were sitting in an empty theater, and we’re old farts, but my biggest complaint is that the music over ran dialogue (a huge irritation to me) and the special effects were so loud that I had physical pain from them.


My husband, on the other hand, kept breaking in on important points and saying things like “They can’t do that, the radiation would burn them to crisp by now!” in an indignant tone of voice. blackhole He had a fit when McConaughey lost his ship half way through the black hole and totally missed the point about consciousness, coherence and love that the movie was trying to make.


Which brings me to my favorite subject: CONSCIOUSNESS. This movie almost tries to take on too many salient points all at once in an effort to link everything to one point. That is; our consciousness is a quantum crossing point between love (attraction – gravity) and manifestation (walking around in 3D). They show the positive and negative ways of looking at the dissolution of the earth as a home, the reaction of helplessness that a mind can feel that refuses to open its self to other alternatives, like the effect love has on physical experience. This is where your quasi villains come in. I say quasi because you can’t really fault them, they are reacting to only a small subset of knowledge. They even tackle the ‘humanity is too self-centered to look at its real situation without turning into foaming at the mouth raving idiots’. The writing at this point is very reminiscent of the science fiction genre’s 1980’s and 1990’s identification with the underdog, in an attempt to get into their heads and understand, lovingly, why they were drawn to be villains in the first place. (Fred Pol comes to mind). And, because they do, just like in life, the Hero is forced into an action that ultimately brings him to a shatteringly new way of perceiving life. They even made the sacrifice of two very likeable robot marinesrobot with great personalities a sad thing, because a sacrifice is only a sacrifice when love is involved.


The biggest point that is made is about love and our capacity to feel it in all of its permutations, both ugly and beautiful, and they make it the magical turning point of the whole movie. This is where my hubby, bless his scientific-you-can’t-do-that-mind, had a hard time realizing that consciousness is the underlying fabric of existence and that love is the power behind it all. (which almost makes this a nerdy chick flick, if you ask me)

tesseract They did try to get around that gaff by calling love the only quantifiable energy in the universe capable of making location in any space-time position possible which they called into use with their version of a tesseract, kinda cool.


So the biggest point, to me, that this movie made was that, Consciousness is the underlying field of manifestation, and love is the glue that makes it all work.


Bravo!     Even though my ears will never be the same…..

A Newer Understanding of the Archon Archtype: Opposing Consciousness



This article truly puts a modern twist on the Controllers, and how n why we are stuck in this frequency. It’s a new way to see the whole situation.

It’s purpose is to create fixed eddy currents of limiting behaviour, attachments that generate filters: such as thoughts, feelings and emotions, that play through our field, which we then create realities around. Often these deceptions – like false love and light – feel so close to the truth, we’re happy to dwell in them. What happens is they create a polarity in your field, through which you bleed energy.
It is this which helps perpetuate the Matrix in which we live.

Interesting read



Holding the Space

holdthespaceTo ‘Hold the Space” for something is to metaphorically keep an open expectation in your heart and mind for something emergent, something unbounded and wonderful to happen.

For those of us who are not activistically or otherwise inclined, it seems the only gift, or talent we have to throw into the pool of this vision we of fringe ilk all have for the rebirth of the earth and the introduction to the rest of all of the life outside of this earthly sphere.

And I must admit, that at times this gift, this part of the equation that we contribute is hard to do. It is not an outside of yourself endeavor. It is a strong quiet joyful insistence on the calling into being of an opened ended dream. Because it must be what it will be – you must hold that space open in your heart for its gestation and invention while contributing your joy and umph with all that you are, so that it can emerge.

There are times when I forget that is my task. And I want to be a researcher, and I want to be a Scientist and I want to be an activist and really DO something. And there are times when I get reassured that all is moving along. Like on cold night in April…

(I share this from my contact journal with Kosta’s ET Let’s Talk group monthly CE5s. I do these very differently from most people because I don’t expect a nuts and bolts type meeting. Most of this is in my Mind’s Eye…)


It was cold outside and I was early. So I really wasn’t expecting much. This time the dog-boys stayed inside so as not to incur the wrath of the next door neighbor. I started by waiting to see which area of the sky I felt drawn to. Jupiter was very bright in the sky that night and I kept scanning the sky to the right (south) of it. There were halos around the points of light due to the light fog.
Next I projected myself up past the atmosphere to hang out in the area I felt I needed to be, and there was a craft there of blue-ish light. Looking around, once again there were people already there. They seemed to be engaged in a group type of synergy (busy) so I came back down into me.
I did cast out the question to whomever, “What can I do to help?” I felt sorry that I didn’t have much to offer in the way of resources or talents, and at a loss. While I thinking this, I would swear that in my mind’s eye an energy person (male, tall, in blue energy: and while the craft was cerulean blue, he was light cyan, his heart area was white) was just suddenly there. I could make out no features, just a shape. I got the sweetest feeling of compassion and understanding. This person reached out and touched me. I felt it in my head but I think he touched my arm. A torrent of communication followed for about 2 seconds. (may be why my head hurt…lol) Basically I was reassured that what I was doing was what was needed. Then he left. The whole thing lasted maybe 3 minutes.
Then I said, “Wait! Let me go get my phone to use the star maps I want to know where you are from.” I ran inside and came back out with the google star maps up. (and yes I used GPS) so I figured a good place to start was at Jupiter… But, no matter where I pointed the phone, the ONLY thing that came up was the constellation of Eridani. (1) I even turned the program off and brought it back up. eridani
Then the thought bomb hit, “Oh! That’s where you are from!” lol As soon as I realized that, Jupiter was displayed and labeled beautifully on the phone right where it was supposed to be. I can be really dense…
So, all day yesterday I had been pondering what one little old lady can do to help. What I always forget is that energy exercise of “Holding the Space”. That means that in your mind’s eye and heart you hold open the possibilities for something wondrous, magical, and transforming to occur, manifest, to become. You hold the space…. I can do that. Grandmas are good at that. We do that for everybody.
So, at the holiday season, along with wishes for love and light and joy, I’m going to be holding the space in my heart and mind for things of highest order to happen for all beings everywhere.


There are times on this earth that you just look at everything and wonder how such an impossible task can occur and you just have to keep reminding yourself that that small fleeting whisper you hear in your heart is the greatest truth you will ever know. And keep on keep’in on.



BodyMindSoulSpirit : they have found pizo-electtric crystals in the Pineal Gland!!

The Pineal Gland – Crystal Transducer

| November 18, 2014 
Very fine article, well worth the read and now I am speculating as to how blue tooth and phone frequencies are messing with my poor pineal gland!!! (since there are crystals in there that respond to those frequencies….)

Happy Songs: the Music the Universes Sing


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Information is energy in a multitude of forms. We know of only a very small fraction of it. Waves – sound – matter.ems

But imagine that these waves of informational energy exist in frequencies we have yet to even have a vocabulary for, like ultra-dimensionally.  Where we are in our band/frequency predicates what we can perceive. We can’t detect but can only suppose the existence of multiple dimensions, I propose the wave spectrums of other dimensions exist also.


I think that each field adds up and that at one level, we have the intelligence of the atom, then the mineral intelligence, then animal intelligence,

(Musical composer Jim Wilson took the chirping song of crickets and slowed it way down, and the result is truly fantastic)at around 50 seconds in is an explanation.

then the planetary intelligences and the solar intelligence and the solar system intelligence and the solar system groups intelligence and the galactic intelligences.images2CZEF57H

Each of the conglomerates would have a frequency of its own.



Each human body, if we were to capture its frequency and translate it to something we could hear would have a ‘note’ a signature that was uniquely its own, as does the earth, the Schumann resonance. shumann

And all of the planets have their own.

So it doesn’t surprise me that the Rosetta comet has its own note that is sings as it merrily makes its way through space.


I think ( my personal opinion) we are hearing an intelligence that is mostly happy. It sounds to me like the analogy of the songs we hum or tunes we whistle while we work. A melody of contented happiness.

The speculation in the sandbox about it all last night on Fader Night was a lot of fun. Thank you all.


Where to Rent or Buy the Citizen Hearing on Disclosure CD’s as your Very Own!


To go to the web site and watch the trailer and read the article click the logo above. It’s pretty cool site too, just loaded with good stuff.

Finally you can watch and or rent and OWN your own CD set. I remember somebody asked that the other night in the sand box.

There are twenty videos of official testimony presentations. You have the option to rent or buy individual videos. All twenty videos can also be rented or purchased together at a discounted rate.

Thank you Renee for the email about this. And to answer your question, its definitely worth a posting.  And I suppose that brings me to an explanation about the Kitten Feet article. I really was NOT putting down the immense and immeasurable effort of Mr. Stephen Basset. I just don’t think that the gov’t is going to budge. Not when there is still so much money for them to make off of us.  To quote myself in a letter to Renee:  The Rain on Congress will get a message out to the public. The govt can just go stick it’s big ugly useless head in the toilet! And flush. Better yet a black hole and flush…

Renee’s rebuttal to: On KItten Feet, another WONDERFUL VIEW POINT!!

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With love I repost this comment from my dear friend Renee. Girl, you have a very valid point!


With respect, Stephen Bassett’s and our efforts to get a congressional hearing on disclosure are not a fool’s errand.

Both Bassett and Greer have stated that the side effect of these efforts — that is, bringing this subject to the attention of the general public — is worthwhile in and of itself, whether or not the congressional hearing ever takes place.

You and I and others in this community may think that disclosure is unlikely to come from the US government, but in our outreach to other members of the ufology/ET-human communities, we are only preaching to the choir.  And you yourself have stated how important it is to discuss these things with others who haven’t been exposed to what we have, since it all contributes to group consciousness.  How then, logically, could you describe contacting US Congress members in a massive effort as a fool’s errand when at the very least it helps get the message out to the public?

Don’t you believe it’s our responsibility to pass on — when appropriate, as in this huge civic effort toward official disclosure — our knowledge and experiences to people who might not otherwise be informed?

I hope you’ll consider posting a retraction in Faders.org of your “fool’s errand” statement for these reasons.

People listen to what you have to say.  It’s sometimes a fine line between your or my personal opinions to doing the right thing in outreach efforts.  I have found this to be a universal truth in my longtime work with two other non-mainstream groups (extreme environmental, and the right to death with dignity), and it clearly applies to you and me and the Fadernauts as well.  I mean, that’s the whole point of progression, isn’t it?  That is, that what was once fringe becomes the mainstream.
Thanks for listening and for considering my response to your comments,

On Kitten Feet: Stan’s comment is a thought provoking addendum!

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Because this was so thought provoking I wanted to have everybody see it!

STAN, so are so very right! I have titled your reply to my article Engagement.  These are Stan’s words:

 Here we are 70 years post Roswell, 30 years post Lunar Landing and 20 years ago we flew passenger aircraft faster than we can today. The progress in healthcare and human sciences are still rationed out by the developed world on the basis of financial accounting and profit and loss. All around the world a generation of children and young adults immersed in virtual reality first person shooter type games are immune to the prospect of violence in the real world because by the time they are 16 they have virtually killed thousands of targets in games and we wonder why the youth have no value for human life.
We are a backward species and the only thing that brings me comfort is that our tenure on this planet is liable to be mercifully brief. The only thing I would be able to offer up in our defence is the harmony of a Philharmonic Orchestra..the musical arts…
Its perhaps fashionable to describe ourselves as a war loving tribal species who seem to spend a great deal of time and technology devoted to killing each other.
In spite of all the good things we do it seems to me..the bad things we do are tipping the scales in the wrong direction.
All of the activity at Echo Flight and Malmstrom along with Bentwaters..and in the  former Soviet Union seems to be pointing in 1 direction and warning us not to consider the use of Nuclear Weapons.  This flies in the face of allowing Fukushima and Chernobyl to happen and not intervene.
We will be allowed to determine our future to a large degree with the exception of the nuclear toy box..and even then 2000 times we have lit the fuse and deployed them on this planet…Only twice we are lucky on each other…Disclosure has happened..and is happening like a jigsaw puzzle the pieces are there and have been for 50 years. YOU KNOW & I KNOW..its not a question of belief its a matter of factual evidence sufficient to garner a conviction in a court of law..sans corpus delecti.  The media/government games predicated in maintaining the status quo don’t matter much to me anymore. All doubt ceased the first time I saw a UFO and then the second time I got confirmation and by the 3rd time there was no question…all the times after that..were unneeded by me to cement the reality of the presence in our skies of things that defy in size and motion the hand of man to produce. Disclosure was yesterday all that remains is ENGAGEMENT with who and what will deign to meet us on their terms…because for certain they will not meet us on OUR terms.