Tag: UFOs

Normalization pt2 – (IMO)

Think about everything in the multiple phenomena that embraces UFO’s and paranormal as normal. What if that huge missing piece, which has been in front of our eyes always, had been normalized into our body of experience as humans. What an interesting place this could be. But alas, it hasn’t.

Because the military was only concerned about nuts and bolts – because it was the only way they could envision to protect and understand the issue, and because they were (IMO) quite terrified of anything in the 3D world they couldn’t understand so it became a threat. All other reports from the 40’s on were classified as ‘psychological’, and stored in some dusty drawer in some back office and deemed as nonsensical.

But just imagine what could have, would have happened if they took their own people’s reports seriously because those cases filed under psychological were actually the core contact cases, but they had one serious flaw. They were testimony only. From the point of view of the military, they not only had no secret nuts and bolts information to give them about the tech that could advance their power, they also could be lies, because after all it was only ‘testimony’. People lie. They did all the time to, shall we say, to protect humanity from themselves and to protect their power position in controlling humanity. So people lie. Because there is no sure-fire way to determine the veracity of testimony unless physical evidence is found to corroborate it, and there was no physical evidence most of the time left behind in these cases…aaand testimony doesn’t count. So file that under psychological…. Even when there was evidence of the physical kind to back up the testimony, it was confiscated, threats were given to keep quiet, and in those days there was a bit of wet work that was used too. Ergo, another other piece of the puzzle was hidden, shushed up and forgotten – on purpose. I realize this was directly after WWll, and into the cold war – which was basically a standoff because…well, Everybody Lies. (Personally I think that even if we were telepaths, we still would not know the truth because we even believe some of those lies that we tell – just ask any alcoholic.)

So, Normalization. After what Linda Moulton Howe said on the panel at Conscious Life Expo, I got a better handle on why disclosure has been so difficult for the PtB (powers that be) to bring this into the normal reality of the ‘way things are’.

We are race of believers. We need to attach our hearts and emotions to a larger “cause”. We were created this way. In America and everywhere else, we link our ‘cherished’ belief systems to our way of life, our families, our security, the corner bakery, and Sunday mornings. We have been told for a very long time the ‘story’ of how things were, we have developed ‘cult’s around the Christian mythos – and every other ‘religious’ belief system on the planet. Were we to learn the actual facts about the real operation say, back in the 50’s or 60’s, we would have had another world war on our hands. ( For heaven’s sake, a president was even killed over this. ) If we had been told the truth, we would have had the time to normalize and come into the idea gradually that ET’s and others are real (so maybe he wasn’t a ‘God’ he was a ‘son-of-man’ – he even told us so), and our history would be at this point radically different. The timeless principles He taught are valid because they are universal laws – applicable anywhere in the universe you live, that all races eventually evolve to know or perish. But because belief makes you weak and controllable, and that is unacceptable on this world, instead of growing we actually killed the messenger. Three freaking times! (If you were an ET, just how safe do you think it would be to land on the Whitehouse lawn?)

If what LMH learned in the room with Richard Doty that fateful day where she was being secretly filmed when she was given the information – is truth, that not only once, but three times teachers were sent to earth to open the hearts and minds of the planet and

every time we murdered them…

What if the Christ story we know and love and has been told so far back into history wasn’t exactly the way we know it, what would it do to our structure of control? When it finally sank in for her, and when her ‘voice’ asked her, “What does it matter?” that Christ may have been a great teacher from off planet who came here to help… My question is really, what does it matter? He was right, where ever he came from. And everybody on this tiny rock has been trying in one way or another to emulate those teachings for the love and grace they hold with in their principles, for the ultimate change they could make inside our hearts towards one another. It’s been a tough run. 2000+ years later we are still abysmal failures at it.

So here we are. “Cults” – UFOs. – “Gods” = CONTROL, everything beautiful reduced to who can use it for the greatest control. The only option left open to those who would wish to ‘teach’ the planet about how to play nice in sandbox earth is something a kin to a fake alien invasion, and world government in tiny baby steps. Why? Because all the rest of us souls living here only want peace and family and a way to get through life in a meat suit with a minimum of pain and the ability to hold those we love close. We might actually believe anything if it would provide that. Seriously.

But the problem is, since the creation of that story the aim has been control regardless of the ultimate truth in it and it has been twisted to encourage what we see in culture today. Everything we think we know has been twisted, or to use a less threatening word, modified to produce the greatest amount of control over society by getting the people to willingly control themselves.

I can’t help but wonder how it would have gone down if we accepted testimony with the same veracity that we accept ‘proof’? If we could have normalized – learned about and dealt with the real story 100 years ago? What an unusual sort of twisted place this planet is. Amazing really, when you really see.

We are Beasts

About the alien autopsy (s), plural, because you find out from LMH’s Wednesday broadcast that she spoke with Ray Santilli, and Santilli directly interviewed “JB” who filmed not only the craft, but the Autopsy (s). Of the four bodies, one was alive, and one was the least damaged of the four and it was autopsied first. The ET that was live lived for two years, and upon it’s death, was autopsied in a large theater, with many watching and purportedly, Truman sat in on it.

In this broadcast Linda relays the interview Santilli was finally able to get from JB who wished to be anonymous. This makes my heart sick.

They waited until first light to even see to the bodies, which were alive, and crying out and in pain. When they did gather them up they had medical personnel look at them because they were so badly wounded. They then proceeded to tape and tie down these wounded people to transport them all the way from Sirocco, Mexico to Right Field in Dayton Ohio. This was in 1947, air travel then was slow. Imagine the agony those people felt – the actual physical pain, because you knew they were feeling it due to the crying that they could all hear even before they went into physical proximity to the craft. I personally wouldn’t let my dog suffer like that – much less tie and (!) tape him down for a 3 hour period while I got him to the doctor! And with the treatment they got, it isn’t hard to imagine that even then they were not given any empathic care or simple kindness.

Further one of the beings lived for two years after the event. Well, this is the one who was autopsied in 1949 in the large theater in front of many people and is where the extra information about what they found in the interior thoracic cavity and brain were garnered.

I am led to wonder if Sgt. Stone wasn’t one of the military personnel there because if you listen to any of his interviews about crash retrieval, he is always upset. I think I would be too if I had to wittness this inhumanity to any being at the hands of another human. LMH says she thinks and has heard that they were clones. Even if they were IT WAS OBVIOUS THEY WERE IN PAIN AND DISTRESS and nothing was done. Since when does a human being sit and watch another living being in agony and DO NOTHING ABOUT IT !?!? I also think that this is where we get the story of the alien being that was held somewhere that people have talked to and were scared of. ‘JB’ was scared enough to have needed to call them ‘freaks’ so he didn’t have to look at the fact that they were real, like he was, and maybe he was just as sickened by their treatment and needed to call them freaks so it didn’t seem so bad.

We are xenophobic, color phobic, disability phobic, body appearance phobic – for that matter we are phobic-phobic. The only thing this works for is war. War is a good excuse to go and wipeout anything you are phobic about… nobody seems to notice our phobias are weaponized and monetized… jus-say’in…

It’s a horrible thing to admit, to watch, and a terrible pill to swallow to think that this went on, not several times, but many and that we are so brutal. We are beasts. I am ashamed to be grouped in the ranks of those who would do something like this. Dr. Greer call them sociopaths. I think they are psychopaths – totally disconnected from humanity and any kind of human kindness. I think that may be why it is so easy to call the Santilli information and film a fake, because then we don’t have to admit that it happened.

So far the military have been the main mode of contact with other beings for 100 years. I would have quarantined this planet for another 100 years had I been in the visitors’ shoes. And yet they haven’t. There are CE5 programs out there Like Kosta Makreas’s and Steven Greer’s that have been going on for quite some time.

In the meantime, think about our role as beasts – think about if you would choose that role, think about the Alien-As-Bad Guy meme. I’m tired of it all. I’d like to think I might have grown beyond it. How about you?

Sgt. Clifford Stone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5W_3aneRPOg&list=PL6sUc4cwrVTsL8e6P8NIvEHOmOA52Pj3E&index=2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lK7xJ-qA_58&list=PL6sUc4cwrVTsL8e6P8NIvEHOmOA52Pj3E&index=5

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uC4t1FEk5LE&list=PL6sUc4cwrVTsL8e6P8NIvEHOmOA52Pj3E&index=16

 

The Admiral Wilson Papers

https://imgur.com/a/ggIFTfQ

https://richarddolanmembers.com/articles/article-ufo-leak-of-the-century-richard-dolan-analyzes-the-admiral-wilson-leak/?mc_cid=9f468f6476&mc_eid=cd01059d95

https://youtu.be/Dk7wWp7iL60

IMO: in my opinion…

This document, that Grant Cameron, Michael W. Hall, Richard Dolan and Jimmy Church have brought to light, if provenance can be proved, if actual government documents can be found that support it, is the single most important document of the 21st century for several reasons.

The first, obvious to us in this genre, being all of those years of hearing this information on the down low as back story, with little to no veracity of its paper history, with the hundreds of tendrils of other stories crisscrossing into this larger one, could be, after all basically true. Wow.

It puts people like Sgt. Clifford Stone, Command Sgt. Major Robert Dean, Dr. Steven Greer, Jim Mars, Stanton Friedman, dare I mention Kerry Cassidy, (the list is endless) – quite literally people from our recent past that have been written off as maybe slightly whacky – people who could have been forgotten in the current harassing maze of he-said-she-said horse pucky going on right now (that doesn’t even really deserve mention in light of the real true stuff) back into the equation, where they belong after careers dedicated to bringing the facts out to the public! (Don’t forget Dr. Greer has talked about this meeting for the last 20 or so years in all his talks.) We, or should I say they, have been vindicated. It feels weird. And those of us who have been through many cycles of lies and trickery, are still questioning whether it’s a psy-op. But that’s ok, in fact, it’s needed. DON’T believe anybody. Do your own research and questioning, go dig up reliable facts, then share them.

I am sure, really, they never counted on us to be as tenacious as a starving dog smelling a buried bone. We don’t just ‘Huh, maybe?’ when we see a thing of wonder like last night. No. We don’t just read paragraph by paragraph, No.

We analyze each word in the context of the last 80 years in relation to every tid bit and fact and supposition through the lens of every researcher we’ve ever read and listened to for any innuendo, missed fact, allusion that we can find and take it a part letter by letter in search for any convoluted, hidden, veiled piece of information we can find, because that’s what we have been trained to do over the last 80 years!!!!

Sigh. We will find the provenance, the connections and the threads of the story through all this and someone will write a book on the true story of it all because that’s how we roll.

Second. I am as alarmed at the rewriting, editing and spin being put on the current recrafting of the story being fed to John Q Public about UFO’s as Richard Dolan. The rebranding, the adjusting of the importance scale on various people and facts, the ignoring of provenance, the warped rewriting of history going on by the latest self-proclaimed ‘Authorities’ of the entire field, this new TTSA-Space Force- MIC money for weapons cadre, is trying to sneakily re-write history to their own advantage. Perception management. Ok, its nothing new. Everything is perception management these days. (people who want to control other people have been using terror for centuries and what is implied in the word ‘threat’ is, well, terrifying)

Big sigh, the Admiral Wilson Papers will put a big monkey wrench (funny spell check corrected monkey to money… lol that’s true too) in all that, but to do it in any meaningful way, TTSA will probably IMO, have to acknowledge this document – like spot light it on their much vaunted program and since they have gone over the same incident twice already in two, 45 minute primetime shows, my hope for any progress to something like this document feels like maybe in the next hundred years they just might get around to it… and that’s because it will supremely screw up their narrative, their spin, their purpose for letting out the information they already have. If this document is to be believed they have way more than it looks like they ever wanted to talk to us about.

However as one fellow on twitter last night stated, and I think it was the tweet of the night:

BEST TWEET OF THE NIGHT!!!

The Art of Erik Stitt @Erik_Stitt_Art

Very interesting… The docs are def legit. I’m going to enjoy sitting back and watching the shockwave repercussions of this leak. This is a “no turning back” moment. #f2b @JChurchRadio

From <https://tweetdeck.twitter.com/>

(emphasis mine.)

Because we, who have been at this for countless years and millions of reasons, will take this and run with it and we will get to the bottom of it, proving its reality whatever that may be, truth or psy-op.

We. Will. Find. Out.

Because that’s what we do.

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time (last Saturday and Sunday Aug 13th 2018) while watching the Perseid Meteor shower on a corner of a corn field by a gravel road…

 

Ginger and I had spent all day on the Tippecanoe river kayaking. I’d never kayaked before, so now I have new favorite thing. We’d come back to her river cabin in the late afternoon happy, tired and hot so we went in the river which was maybe thigh high and collected shells and generally cooled off, had a few cocktails and around 6-ish had a wonderful dinner she had planned. We all sat around and talked about old times and just had great fun. The plan was to take a nap so we could get up around 2am and go the perfect sky watching spot. Well, we never made it to the nap part because the company was too good. That night, Ginger and I collected our blankets and headed out to the spot at around 11:30 pm instead. A little early but we weren’t not going, and we knew if we laid our heads down it would be all over.

 

We proceed down the long gravel driveway that is the entry to several houses along the river all under a beautiful heavy, deep canopy of trees. You can’t see any of the cabins back there from the street and you would never guess that there were 6 houses. The drive meets state highway 119. Of course we stopped to look because the speed limit is 55 miles per hour, which means everybody drives 65. As we look directly across the street Mars is very low in the atmosphere and is a huge warm orange – orange like I’ve never seen it before, magnificent orange. I have also never seen it that low on the horizon either, which I’m assuming is directly related to how big it looked and how orange it looked.

https://in-the-sky.org/skymap2.php

 

We wowed over that and proceeded to cross the street and lay out a huge white quilt that Ginger had on the grass in front of the corner of the corn field abutting the gravel road on the other side of rt. 119. We were at least 300 ft. or more off 119 and the gravel road. We could see the night sky all around us in deep almost 3D perspective. There was no moon and it was very dark, and beautiful.

 

I was amazed because I could see the milky way. The last time I was able to see it in that kind of depth was in 1972 from the top of a mountain up in the Wasatch Canyon in Utah. We sat and just marveled. Ginger saw a meteor almost right away and it was huge with a green tail to it. I caught it out of the corner of my eye but not full on. Then we saw a very small one – a streaker from a different direction and decided that we should lay on our backs so we didn’t miss any of them.

 

Ginger kinda-sorta believes in UFO’s. We’ve talked before but she’s not nose deep in the whole phenomena like I am – few people are. I wore my “I already know” shirt created by Erik Stitt because I thought it apropos if we got abducted that night (snicker). So we are laying on the ground looking up and we both saw the next one – pretty cool – but not as big as that first one. The temperature away from the river and out of the canopy of trees was chilly. Ginger had worn shorts and was beginning to feel it. We were both dressed in bright white, laying on a white blanket. We weren’t thinking when we wore white.

 

I happened to find a rather huge rock under my back so I would lay back for as long as I could stand it and then sit up. The first time I was laying down, I saw a ship move over us in stealth mode. Stealth mode looks like the predator camouflage from the movie of the same name, or like the romulan bird of war when it decloaks, the stars around the craft waver in the shape of the craft all along the direction of its travel, that made this craft a round one. It traveled from NE to SE right over us. I can’t estimate how big it was because I can’t calculate the distance it was from me. I told Ginger what I was seeing and what ensued was a whole discussion about frequency and camo. She gets the frequency part – but has a problem that there would be tech that could use that information to create camo. She remained dubious and I would expect no less from her. I said, ‘That’s what the Fadernauts are doing up at ECETI right at this very moment.’ So I told her about ECETI (she already knew about the Faders) and how they were all calling in ships and yelling ‘Power Up!’ and about night vision equipment and the whole thing. I did show her the video of the first night up there when we got back. I saw another ship in stealth mode about 45minutes later – it could have been the same one, who knows. This time I just smiled and kept it to myself. Actually, I have seen ships semi materialized and they also produce that effect.

 

Being that it was Saturday night and 119 is the main artery into town along the river, there was traffic, and the thought struck Ginger that it might just look odd to people driving by to see two white bodies on the side of the road. We laughed about it and then decided to lay back down when we could see lights coming – like playing hit-the-dirt as kids. So every time Ginger would see the lights she’d say “Stealth Mode!” and we’d both lay down, and then laugh. Since we were both dressed in white laying on a white blanket, I’m not quite sure really how stealthy we were, but it was fun. We saw maybe between 11 or 12 more meteors, no more really big ones like her first one and decided to go back to the cabin and turn in for the night.

 

We make it across the street on to her gravel drive and under the canopy of trees and it got really dark, she decided to talk about Freddy Kruger and I was like, ‘Ginger, that is not scary in the least…’ so she brings up Bigfoot, and I tell her Bigfeet are scared of us, plus we are loud when we walk and we stink… So if they wanted to avoid us we’d never see them, they don’t like eating humans and find us repugnant and somewhat dangerous… By that time we were back at the cabin. I told her I wanted one more smoke before bed, so she sat with me at the picnic table and we talked about frequency.

 

She asked some very thoughtful questions one of which was where these dimensions are/exist. I remembered reading back in the 50’s either Menger or Adamski who wrote about this, where the visitor was telling him that these dimensions interpenetrate each other simultaneously and that at a different frequency Venus, even Mars were quite habitable. Basically the Hindu yogi’s say the same thing as do several other eastern traditions. Now, so does quantum physics and John Burroughs. When Ginger’s poor eyes started to glaze, I realized I needed to shut up and go to bed because she was gonna fall over in a dead sleep any second.

 

The next day we all decided to be lazy asses and just hung around in the river in lawn chairs and floats. The current was such that you could put a chair out in the river sit in it and the water would come up to just below your arm pits. Somebody had a floating cooler… so the day went. Ginger had another wonderful dinner for us and we did make it to our naps at about 9 pm and set our alarms for 2:22 at Ginger’s insistence. Well I woke at 2:15 without an alarm, made cold coffee in a water bottle so I couldn’t spill it, put on dark clothes this time so we could really stealth – lol, met Ginger at the door and out we went. She had these wonderful head lights that we both wore and off we went down the drive to the wonderland of stars at the end of driveways.

 

We get situated on a dark blanket in the same spot, because you could see where the grass was matted down from the last time, I said to Ginger, ‘Here, let’s use last night’s landing spot”. We both laughed. We had by agreement dressed in dark clothes. I tried to make sure I wasn’t over that same rock, and we sat down. Right away we saw a big meteor with a wide green tail to it go across the sky. Then there were many minor ones and two other really big ones, one of which Ginger called in, I almost missed the second one so Ginger says to the sky, “Do it again!” Sometimes I wonder if we really aren’t the fabricators of our own realities… Ginger has now been dubbed, Ginger-the-Comet-Caller. We saw approximately 30 to 40 meteors that night in two hours of watching .

 

Every time a car came by one of us would say ‘Stealth Mode!’ and we’d dive down and laugh. This was around 3:30 am and it was obvious I’d had too much coffee. Right in front of us was a drive way and this truck was pulling out of it – at 3 freak ‘in thirty am in the morning. And he must have seen us because he just paused there for way too long. Yeah we were in Stealth Mode, but his truck lights were right on us… Finally he turned away on to the road and left.

 

We kept watching the sky. Right above the tree line across the street Ginger and I both spotted a rather large yellowish dot of light at the same time. We had seen several meteors that night that came straight at us, got bright and then winked out, they were all green at that size. But this one got really bright then went down to a quarter of the light value and size and just hung there. So… I yelled Power up!…Please! And it did to just as big, if not bigger than before. 🙂 Ginger Said, “What??”, “Wow.” Then it went back down.

 

Just about when I was going to yell power up for the second time this cop car pulls up into the grass, all 4 banks of LED lights right on us. Talk about blinding… it takes about 15-20 minutes to adjust to the level of dark required to see the littler meteors. Ginger calls out, “We are watching the Perseid meteors, have you seen any tonight?”

He says, “I’ve seen a few.” turns around, gets on his radio, says something about what we were doing, called out “Ok, Ladies, have a nice night, I did get a call, so I was just checking.”, got in his car and drove away.

 

We were both like sheesh, ok the guy did call the cops on us! Immediately we both looked for our ship, but it was gone. So, we decided to stay for a few more minutes, Ginger wanted to go, but I wanted just a little more time. About 15 minutes later this yellow truck with a bank of four orange lights on the top of it comes cruising really slowly down the street. It creeped both of us out. I had an intuitive hit that he must have been listening to the police scanner and heard the report about us and I told Ginger what I felt. We were still trying to see one more before we went in. Personally I wanted to stay until dawn, when cruising just as slowly as before the same truck comes back the other way.

 

We both knew it was time to pack it up and go back. We grabbed our blankets and waited until he was gone and hightailed it across the street down into the deep cover of her drive way. She said good night and went inside to sleep some more. It was about 4:15am and, of course, I was wired from the coffee so I decided to sit in a chair and look at the sky from a hole in the tree canopy that was about 40 foot around. Tiny when you wanted to see the horizon, but ok enough to spot shooting meteors from.

 

I actually saw 12 more, three of which were big ones with tails. It would have been pretty perfect except that the same truck drove by one more time. I could tell from the sound of the engine. Not only that, it stopped and idled in front of the drive for a while. I was pretty creeped out. So I put white light around the whole compound of houses, and put up a mental barrier at the driveway that was basically: There is nothing here to see, move along, you will forget this driveway. Eventually the truck drove away.

 

But, (there’s always a but, isn’t there?) because of the creep factor and because the furthest house down had a huge sulfur flood light on a really high pole that kept going on and off, I became vigilant.  Because I was vigilant, I attracted mosquitoes, who up until that point hadn’t bothered me and a couple of bats dive-bombed my head. So I made myself clear my mind, and settle down, and as a nice ending to the entire night, I got to see another ship. It wasn’t really until I sent a mental gratitude for the appearance, that I really was alright. You can always tell if you are heard, or if the experience was real because you will feel joy as a component part of the experience, which, I did.

 

Right up in the middle of the opening in the trees was a triangular constellation and off to the side was a smaller one that looked like it was foreshortened. They didn’t move for the two hours I spent watching. I got up to get more coffee and when I came back about 4 minutes later the big one was still there in the same spot, the little was gone. Ahem.

 

All in all, it was a really good week end with friends, food, beers, silly shenanigans, a river and the night sky. It was the first week end in a long time that I had zero connectivity with my cell phone (sprint…grrr). It really helped me feel better about missing Soul Tech, the very first Fader convention at ECETI ranch.

 

 

…and in my heart, it is Christmas morning.

I know this whole opening into a better world belongs to our children and the future.

Last Night’s Jimmy Church Radio Show for Disclosure Fest simply warmed the totality of my heart!

Disclosure and all, and I mean all, that it is about has finally reached a ground swell, has finally gotten enough momentum to continue. There are finally enough of us out there who know the truth –  that even if ‘the-they’ tried to confuse the issue one more time as Grant Cameron has pointed out that they have about every 20 years in his book ‘Managing Magic’ the-they would be entirely unsuccessful.

This feels like Christmas morning as a kid before you open the presents to me. I have, since I was very little, known I wanted this to happen with all my heart. Being little I had no idea how it would happen, but I had a fierce longing in my heart for it, even before ‘it’ became a fully formed idea in my mind. I was born in 1953. I charged into all-about-UFO’s at a very, very young age. By the time I was 13, I had been chasing this idea of ET’s not even knowing I was doing it for 10 years and as I grew up so the idea got more sophisticated in my heart and soul. I seriously KNEW there was life out there and I wanted to meet them and know them. I thought Star Trek was the best thing ever to happen on TV, because it portrayed life out there in a balanced more sane way than ever before. I wanted to be Vulcan because when I figured out what telepathy was, I wanted it and at the time I didn’t realize it, but I had already had a first contact experience that was telepathic and continued to have them throughout my life. Might I say, the people who I knew then had the highest ethic of compassion and love, of contact only to the extent that the psyche of the person could tolerate reasonably and they NEVER went past my internal boundaries – not once – even when I didn’t know what a boundary was! I cut my eye teeth on Adamski and Menger. I ate up every publication I could find – even science fiction, information was always serendipitously appearing for me to read, and I was a card carrying member of NICAP for a while.

I kept hoping through the years in my heart of hearts – all through grade school and high school and after, that we would wake up. It was all obvious to me and I wished everybody knew too. I got married at 18 had my first child 8 years later my second 2 years later and it wasn’t until the mid-80’s when I could finally get my head out of the sand and re-look at the UFO issue.

By that time, of course, people were laughing at the 50’s contactees and everybody was into ‘serious’ research on nuts and bolts. The movie “the Three Faces of Eve” had come out in 1957 and then was remade at for TV as a miniseries called ‘Sybil’ in 1976. Both of these movies, IMO were CIA propaganda the frighten the hell out of people who were beginning to have contact with ET’s telepathically so that no one would ever open their mouths. They painted a horrifying picture of brokenness, that, IMO, might even have been concocted from information gleaned from MKUltra experiments. So even if you were at that time receiving telepathic communications, or downloads – even if you masked it in spiritualism, you were looked upon as a truly sick and fractured person.

Meanwhile, I was into yoga, mysticism and was a card carrying member of the Theosophical Society in Wheaton IL at 18yrs old – still looking for a way to open my mind. Well, marriage, 2 kids, divorce and remarriage and launching of 20 somethings later, I finally, truly had the time to pursue this issue with the intensity I wanted to. When I retired in 2007 I had found Kerry Cassidy, then I found a dear soul, Kosta Makreas who literally set me on the course that has me writing these blogs, and not long after that Jimmy Church. I missed all the falderal from 1980 to 2007 and when I dipped my toes back into my passion, I was ‘given’ Kerry Cassidy to learn from, and the dominoes fell.

Today, the heart dreams I had as a very small child are coming to fruition, the ground swell is so great, we have people like David Wilcock, Corey Goode and Emery Smith presenting information that I know in my heart of hearts is VERY real (did they read my mind?) and “The Truth is Out There” quite literally, for all to see. Then we have the youngsters out there with huge talent Like Adrian Vallera, who has taken the true jist of the 60’s hippie movement sans the drugs and sex (because I see the manifesto of the Space Brothers as a direct transfer into the hippie movement of the 60’s) and is beginning to manifest it on a large, brilliant scale to reach as many souls as his team can.

I have watched for 63 years and I have kept my dreams of my heart to myself for 63 years, what I thought I would never see hit the light of day, is illuminated. We will make it, and it is the youngsters who will see to it we do.

 

…and in my heart, it is Christmas morning.

Magic is to Religion as Technology is to Science.

Magic is to religion as technology is to science.

Radin, Dean. Real Magic: Ancient Wisdom, Modern Science, and a Guide to the Secret Power of the Universe (p. 35). Potter/Ten Speed/Harmony/Rodale. Kindle Edition.

What if we are going about the whole UFO/Phenomena question backwards? In a way religion and science are both constructs of how to think within a genre in a limited way – in a ‘It is this and nothing else.’ box. While, magic and technology are about engineering an idea to produce an effect.

tech:

Einstein’s 1928 Special Relativity Paper: incorporation of the torsion tensor made the theory bench engineerable – whether the math eloquently ‘finished’ the theory or not, the equation made laboratory invention of devices to change the local energy of gravity (1)

The Kaluza -Klein Theory that unifies gravity and electromagnetism by the introduction of a new spatial dimension: time, thus uniting Einstein’s theory of gravity with Maxwell’s theory of light by introducing the fifth dimension; four dimensions of space and one dimension of time. Kaluza assumed that light is a disturbance caused by the rippling of this higher dimension.

Dr. Nikolai Kozyrev and zero point energy, dynamic torsion and its effects on the physical medium like time alteration/gravity. (1)

Gabriel Kron’s tensor equations for electrical machines

E.T. Whittaker: electromagnetic vortices in the space/time medium

Tesla’s idea that the fabric of space time acts like a fluid to solid bodies and a solid to light and heat (1)

Lt. Col. Tom Bearden: engineering the fabric of the space time continuum is the ability to suddenly put energy into a target area and the ability to suddenly extract energy from a target area (1)

Thomas Townsend Brown: research into odd electrical effects led him to believe he had discovered a connection between strong electric fields and gravity, a type of antigravity effect (1)

magic:

We separate nature and culture – which is a known highjack of the scientism paradigm, we are limiting our ability to see beyond that box into a larger truth about what is actually going on. Now a-days we call it programming. But really, it is just another division of our wholeness. In phenomenology we are looking for the miraculous (in some sense) – on the fringe of what is acceptable. It is interesting that the governors of the box have recently ‘admitted’ the UFO’s are real and my first reaction is, ok, if they are admitting to that then what are they trying to hide?

When you begin to look at phenomenology as a part of the UFO definition, you are walking through a door into the world of real magic – or archetypal ideas that have a more numinous hold over the human psyche. Terrence McKenna says that the universe runs on story shapes, that story is the true shape of consciousness. The archetypes are self-aware story entities (like ETs, Eds) – clusters of those shapes make maps to embedded information shapes in the unconscious mind..

Story shape is a synonym for reality, so, when we tell stories, we shape reality. For instance, Genesis to Apocalypse is the story shape we are all living in and the story we need to rewrite. There was/is a hijack of our sovereign flow to stand outside that story (myth) and say, “Wait-a-minit! Ahem – NO!” We have forgotten how to reshape our reality.

Memory of that hijack in the Adam and Eve story line and the guilt we all were taught to feel from eating from the ‘tree-of-knowledge’ is real. We used to live differently before this myth structured the mass consciousness of all of us. We remember – a greater – deeper – more ancient way that things used to be and it is at the core of our awakening now. We do not realize the absolute potential of story to change reality – mold the prima Materia of living awareness.

In one way, this is the way to change the future by retelling the past and thusly creating a different now. Which brings me to my point: if UFO’s and phenomenology are now ok, meaning you can talk about them without the label of insanity, then the next set of ideas that are being held back are now the new set of information that becomes the crack in the door of the mind cage that is keeping us all dreaming darkly from that box, so to speak…

(1) Farrell, Joseph P.:  Secrets of the Unified Field: the Philadelphia Experiment, the Nazi Bell, and the Discarded Theory

https://alsionsbells.wordpress.com/2017/11/20/out-on-a-limb-no-a-twig-practically-thin-air-here/

https://youtu.be/NOhNdAagBrE

Just Ask

 

It’s time, I think to say this. Be warned, this is a completely subjective account with no proof, and it’s probably going to mar my credibility factor, (can you tell I was born in the 50’s?) but what the hell, its time.

At around four years old there is something about the consciousness that changes when you reach a certain growth stage… it’s like at four you finally fit in the body you’ve been growing into, and have a sense of self, or that the information in your brain has reached a tipping point for you to realize that you are you.

 

That is the age that the night terrors began – well, that I can remember, that is. I was terrified of my dark room at night. I didn’t like my closet, and even though my mom would open the door for me, and show me that nothing was there I knew she was wrong, because I could feel it. Years later I would call it the ‘presence’. It was kind of like that feeling you get when someone is behind you. It would make my skin crawl. I was so scared of this that I wet my bed, rather than get up, because if I made a cocoon of my covers, hid in that cocoon, I was safe. My poor mother. Well, I got over the bed wetting rather quickly. I also was still terrified.

 

There were multiple trips out to the living room every night for drinks of water, a snack, any excuse I could think of; questions about life, why the sky was blue, what would we do tomorrow – kids can be very inventive. When none of that worked, it degraded into threats and spankings. Light seemed to help me, so when they would close the door, I would go turn on the lights, they assumed I was playing, and I would, of course, get yelled at. I also hated having the door closed – that meant help was too far away. Which, of course, meant that eventually the door lock was reversed so they could lock me in and the ceiling light bulb was taken out. I learned how to breathe under the covers and they eventually quit locking me in so I could use the bathroom. To this day, I prefer the doors all open, and I hate absolute dark.

 

On one of those nights, after repeatedly getting yelled at and threatened, I was so depressed and sorry for being ‘bad’, and feeling so helpless because nobody believed me, lying in bed trying not to cry, trying to figure out what to do. I asked the question to the air around me, “Is everybody, everywhere, this mean and angry?” like, is this all there is and will this be the only way it is? (My sister was about 2 years old, making me about 6 years old, I was in the top bunk – so she had to be old enough to be in a bed, not a crib.) I was on the verge of finally falling asleep when I asked this question, and I will never forget what happened next.

 

I was somehow with a group of people, they were adults. I could not so much see them as feel them, and there was in my mind, a dusky image of shadowed beings in a circle or bunch. One person was speaking to me, but I could feel all the others. There was so much love. The person speaking was a she – she felt like a she – I couldn’t see her. What I was given to understand was that, ‘No, not everybody, everywhere was mean – could I feel all the love surrounding me?’ My tired little body and heart fell asleep to that, cocooned in that feeling of love. I remember thinking that this was the way it was supposed to be. I did not fall asleep afraid. (The tears still come to my eyes writing this)

 

This began an odd sort of relationship. I could ask questions, and get answers. The answers would be in my head as little globs of information that had feelings, and information and fully formed concepts. Sometimes at night, if I didn’t have questions, ideas would pop into my head for me to think about. For instance, I ‘knew’ whoever it was who loved me didn’t live on this planet. I really wanted to be with them, but knew I couldn’t. I knew they would help me if I needed, and if I asked questions, I would always get an answer. One night it occurred to me to ask why my dad was so mean. The answer to that came to me was so simple, so complete…easy. There was something that had happened to him, there was a sore spot somewhere deep in him, that hurt. He was hurting, just like me. I surmised if I could get in there to that sore spot it would get better – just like the people who loved me, helped me. There was a word for it, and that word was telepathy. I wanted to do that for him. After all I was only six or seven at the time, and I had felt that love and I wanted to love him the same way, because he was my daddy. My dad and I did make our peace, years later, but that is a whole other story.

 

My next question, right on the heels of that was How could I do that that (?), I knew I just had to learn how. There, right there, at around the age I started school, I decided my life’s path. The places looking for this skill, this answer has led me are the story of my life.

 

This epiphany made many things in my head click. By the time I was a bit older, I had put together the idea, that these people who loved me didn’t live on this planet. I didn’t call them ‘aliens’ because I didn’t know anything about ‘aliens’ – it was 1959 for heaven’s sake and I was only 6. I just saw them as people. Really nice heart strong people. People I wanted to be like.

 

They were not the only people I had contact with either. One time when I was in 5th grade, I was sitting outside in the evening just before sun down, I got a wild idea to just see who was there. So I mustered up a great big ‘HELLO!!!” in my mind and sent it flying up as high into the sky as I could. I made it echo, it was so loud. This presence I had never felt before – sort of like a stern professor-ish male, almost military being that I must have caught off guard turned around and looked right at me with this surprised awareness, like ‘who the hell are you, and what do you want!?’ sort of thought. It was so powerful I knew right away I had made a big, BIG mistake. Yikes! I ran inside and hid – like that was going to help…

 

I learned to read early. I loved reading. In about 4th or 5th grade I found the magazine “Amazing Stories”, and others that had flying saucers in them or on the cover and begged my mom till she relented and bought them for me. I found Adamski, Menger, Van Tassel, Frank Edwards, Grey Barker, John Fuller (The Interrupted Journey) Lobsang Rampa. Rampa led me to Tibetan mysticism, and that led me to a theory of the world, and brotherly love that had bloomed in my heart so young and lo and behold (!) I found it in print. The entire world had opened up for me. (Another long story…)

 

To come full circle, we as a UFO culture are now realizing that becoming conscious, expanding ourselves and growing our souls IS the point of it – that contact is always in the ‘phenomena frequency’, and contact can be achieved with everything not just interdimensionals or off worlders.

Consciousness IS the Unified Field!

Because consciousness is the Third Physics and nothing exists really, without the noticer. There is a whole wonderful world just chock full of beingnesses that are pining for contact, in every kingdom – plant, mineral animal, energetic… We have a huge classroom right here to begin to learn with. Well, how do we begin?

 

How about, Just Ask, like I did.

*ok, one last. Not everybody or everything you contact is good or cares, just like in real life. Discern everything and every contact. When I was really young I always knew when adults were lying to me, or messing with me, and I could not help but tell them so – another thing that used to get me a whooping. It took a lot of learning to keep it to myself, but it made me an independent thinker. Anything you are taught or told, research and see how it fits in your life and your reality, realize that the connection points might take absolute years to make sense – especially if you are dense or fearful like me. A truly loving being will not scare you.  So even if you think you might want contact, you’ll not get it till your heart of hearts is ready. And then only in a form that you can handle. All the other stuff is bogus and you can tell it Eff-off and it will have to.  It took me a while to discover but, There Are Rules.

 

The crossover between phenomena and physics

…the relationship between physical theory (physics) and consciousness (energetics), expressed in explicit geometrical metaphor was understood and known many thousands of years ago. (1)

 

This, in some circles is known as the physics of harmonic systems entanglement. I just call it the Third Physics.

  • Everything vibrates – is in motion
  • Everything has a frequency rate to that vibration
  • Everything exists in a fluid medium (don’t get hung up on the … name)
    • Some call it the aether
    • Subquantum field
    • Zero point energy
    • Local space time
  • The frequency of that vibration in the aether creates an observable geometric structure meaning it can be measured; the geometry of the system is the spatial arrangement of the components of the system, subsystem or its Harmonics (ratio)

 

  • There are two types of energy structure:
    • scalar or contained within a shape (gravity) and
    • vorticular which creates the shapes and vectors (directions)

 

  • Scalars can act upon vectors and vectors can move scalars.
  • Every movement creates information in the field
  • The field is conscious
  • Everything is aligned with everything else in an open entangled system
  • Entanglement is a frequency ratio

 

  • The aether its self is not, as for classical physics, a passive inert ‘medium’, but an active transmutative (by ratio and frequency – resonance) medium of entanglement. That is energy is the result of  the ‘information’ in the field of space. (2)   Information being the resonance.

 

  • Organisms are a super-systems of entangled subsystems and are not only conscious but aware.

From this, all understanding can be acquired by a system of analogy IE: there is a ‘spiritual’ understanding for everything stated above, something so simple, but so reversed in our thinking that we need to question HOW we are thinking not so much as WHAT we are thinking

The information in the field is conscious. I didn’t say aware, but conscious. There is no-thing in the observable universe that is NOT conscious. For a thing to be conscious it must move and thereby create information in the field. We are information in the field as is all in creation. So are thoughts: information in the field – as the old theosophical adage goes “Energy Follows Thought”. A coherent thought can create even more information in the field, it can create by virtue of its intensity (frequency) and its intent (vector), creating changes in the local space time medium. These changes can either be physical or energetic, because there is no difference between energy and matter – just different configurations.

Intention – an inner direction or movement is different than attention – an outer movement or noticing. They are both vectors. They both handle a thought and give it direction.

Emotion or E-Motion is energy in motion or movement – a push – a vector, which would make thoughts a scalar packet/potential of information. A scalar potential in movement by a vector can and will find a sympathetic frequency in ratio to its own vibratory field.

The reason we do not understand the advanced high physics of the ancients is because we refuse to see thoughts as things and their relation to matter and the ability to alter the local space time using a set of geometries built to a matching frequency that can then be acted upon.

There are two main camps arising out of the current UFO/Phenomena field right now. One is a nuts and bolts, find the pie in the sky kind, and the other is an experiencer phenomena type that science can’t quite wrap its left brain around.

One thing I can see happening is this division between the two camps of thought growing ever wider – which, by the way is a psy-ops and will create a greater distance from the truth. It will also make it very difficult to merge the physics with this phenomena, the consciousness aspect that is already predicated from the quantum mechanics ‘observer effect’.

This schism is a somewhat natural effect of living in the left/logical brain for the last 200+ years and having in every way possible a chain put up around our right brain functions of imagination, creativity, spirituality (spirituality which is looking more and more like a misnomer to me and just more programming to make this type of functioning ‘bad’ ). I expect as we explore this part of ourselves a bit of over doing, over zealousness until we get a handle on it.

But what I am really trying to point out here is the Great Middle Path. Even as we heal from the cage we have escaped of scientism and corrupted thought, we must realize that the wholeness is what will open the door to the next level and that the Dweller on the Threshold is divisiveness its self.

 

(1) Joseph P. Farrell The Giza Death Star p.14 (Adventures Unlimited Press 2001)Hancock, op. cit., p.69    parens are my emphasis

(2) Joseph P. Farrell The Giza Death Star p.64 (Adventures Unlimited Press 2001)    parens are my emphasis

 

 

 

Last night on F2B: Joy

Last night on the Jimmy Church Radio show, F2B (Fade to Back) we had guest James Gilliland. It struck me what a happy person he is. Not silly happy, but down deep happy, and therefore everything that he said, all his words, even if he was talking about difficult things, felt good. So many times I will listen to people reporting the difficult side of life – the pizza gates, the reptilians, the abductions, the satanic cults… and the tone of their voice, the vibe of their intelligence which rides their voice and words like a carrier wave is enormously depressing and negative. Sometimes even if their words are not about negative topics, what rides under their words is very dark.

Last night the presence and joy in the voice on the radio radiated warmth and humor like a bubbling spring. This translated to me and I awoke feeling happier than I have in weeks. What a gift! The best contacts I have had over the years have been the ones where there is a quiet joy bubbling (yes – bubbling, I like that word because that’s what it feels like to me) all around the experience. It is always how I know there is a positive being present.

In the last couple of years not all of them have been that way – and I immediately pull out and slam the energy barrier I use up and close down the communication. James is right,

“If you don’t like what you are feeling, do a healing!” – as soon as you feel it, and then talk to whomever is left.

rep10He said so many easy positive things last night. I have not voted for 20+ years for the very same reason he hasn’t – I did blog that… He talked about ET’s and what they looked like – since christmas (yes, little c) I have created 200+ mug shots of people. I asked to see them and they just come through for me. All I had to do was ask… they are all beautiful – even the reptilians – maybe I talk to their higher selves…who knows. There isn’t an ugly one in the bunch – maybe I just see the best side of them… I mean in my mind’s eye even I look 37… grins

Just from listening to his voice last night, I felt empowered and happy and strong and life was juicy again. I know I report on some harsh topics – like my last blog post – and it is hard for me to do it – but it needs done. It has a cost. I’d love to do nothing but post about sweetness and light. However, IMO we need to be aware of these things that would rob us of choice in the matter – the blindfold so to speak, that we might take it off before we hit the chopping block.

face20I’d really love to see these people in real life instead of having them have to sneak through in a channeled drawing – but this is 3D, and it is hard for most of them to appear here, now. Well, maybe if I get better at holding a higher frequency – becoming a stable emanating point of joy like James Gilliland, then I just might be able to consciously meet those whom I’ve known existed since the day I was born. It’s something to work towards….