I’ve spent the better part of a day trying to discern how I should go about this blog post because the subject matter weighs heavily on my conscience. The only way I know to write this post is to use my heart and be led by its merit. I received an email today I was not expecting. It read it a few times and I feel absolutely compelled to respond. My response will certainly cause a stir and potentially create more discord. Saying nothing at this point-in-time is absolutely not an option. Reading the email when I woke up today sent electrical impulses through my neck and shoulders followed by muscle spasms. That is what happens when I’m pissed off. I start to relive my torture in the government sponsored black projects. The person who sent the email is not to blame; the people mentioned in the email are.
Last fall and winter, there was some tension between Project Camelot (Kerry Cassidy) and some of the people she had interviewed from the government black projects I previously mentioned. There was an open and public exchange and it was hostile. In the months previous to the exchange, I had noticed something different about Project Camelot and the difference was not positive. I noticed the quality of those being interviewed had declined and the “whistleblowers” were blowing more smoke than truth. This is my opinion, but many other people hold my perspective on this. I felt something was wrong intuitively and in light of current events, I was not mistaken.
In December of 2011, I decided to remote view Project Camelot and see if I could discover what was percolating with the organization. I saw Kerry surrounded by dark shadow figures. The dark shadow figures were holding hands and surrounding her. I saw a black dot on her computer and her telephone. I can only interpret the black dots as the computer and phones being monitored. This is no surprise given the type of activities she is involved in. Next, I saw a man in an office on the phone with another man. I can only guess he was either military intelligence or from one of the alphabet agencies. The man on the phone definitely didn’t have Project Camelot’s best interests in mind. The intelligence agency man was talking to another person and they were corroborating together to persuade a person to come forward to be interviewed by Project Camelot. This type of situation is bound to happen when an organization interviews dozens of former insiders or “whistle blowers”, but I knew at the time I did the remote viewing the best of Project Camelot had come and gone.
Before I go off and become a bastard, I want to say something positive about Project Camelot. It was Project Camelot that I have to partially thank and offer credit for my own awakening to mind control and conscription as a child into MK Ultra. It was the interviews Project Camelot performed with Duncan O’Finioan, Dave Corso and the conference with Miranda Kelley that helped draw my memories of being in the government black projects to the surface. For this service Project Camelot rendered, I am grateful. With this being said, my ocean of gratitude is drying up and I’m pissed off.
Kerry Cassidy, your comments about Mr. Former White Hat are appalling. This low-rent, degenerate mad hatter has no right to be recognized by anybody, including you, due to his heinous insults levied against survivors of MK Ultra and its sub-projects. Any person(s) mentioning this Former White Hat personality should be doing it with disgust and contempt and not bringing intrigue to such a sinister being. You interview black project survivors to bring public knowledge about the dark forces and their hideous acts against children and all mankind and then you give recognition and thus power to a man that uses words as a weapon to humiliate the same people. Instead of mentioning him and saying he does his spoofs with a purpose in mind, why not publicly denounce this individual and use your resources to dis-empower him?
What did Sarah Stanga do to deserve the humiliating writings and public taunting/stalking the Former White Hat personality has levied against her? Let me tell you what she did. She was born! She was born with specific genetics the dark forces used for their own selfish gain. She did nothing to this beast Mad Hatter and she does not deserve to be treated like he has treated her. I’m certain that three years ago, you would have found this nonsense unacceptable. In my not-so-humble opinion, I think you are quasi sanctioning the conduct of the cockroach known as Mr. Former Mad Hatter with your own blog. There are many other people like Sarah Stanga who’ve been through hell and back simply because of the blood line they were born into. Camelot was once a voice and outlet for people who were victims and survivors of government sponsored torture and other terrors. It appears Camelot is now selling the same people out wholesale for shits-and-giggles.
It’s ironic what Duncan said about being programmed and mind controlled in his response to the current bullshit today. Earlier today, I was thinking exactly along the same lines. I remembered before you tossed Bill Wood into the Project Camelot scrap heap what you said. You said he was re-programmed. Well Kerry, it doesn’t actually work like that, but that’s OK. There is programming, Kerry and then there is being SPECIFICALLY programmed. You can look up what it means to be specifically programmed and I hope you do. I’m starting to think we are dealing with Monarch Kerry Cassidy. I sincerely hope you didn’t through go that Kerry, I really hope you didn’t. In my opinion, you are starting to act like a specifically programmed person. You seem to be doing what many of us have been programmed to do. You appear to be sabotaging your own work and efforts. It might sound strange to you, but self-sabotage is a very REAL symptom of being programmed. Take this ass chewin’ for what it’s worth and think about what you are saying and how you are treating the very people who helped you build Project Camelot by coming forward (at great risk to themselves) and giving testimony. Without your precious “whistleblowers”, you wouldn’t have Camelot.
You don’t need to respond to this blog post Kerry. I do not consider myself to be important, but I will defend and protect those who are survivors of the government sponsored black projects. I consider these people my family and I take it seriously. Kerry, if you do decide to respond, please respond personally. Do NOT send your clone to respond to me. After all, Mr. Former White Hat has stated many times that clones lie, clones deceive and clones cannot be trusted. How does it feel Kerry?
Khris
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Here is the email I received and it’s the motivation behind the blog post you just read:
I hate this! I would rather crawl over crushed glass than continue this bullshit. Right now I have valuable people with great information and true creative healing to interview. Instead, the last 48 hours, while I have tried to stay offline, I have seen the churning negative energies of deception and manipulation rolling through cyberspace like a toilet ready to overflow. Whatever dark forces behind FWH, who want to continue this: let’s rock! Battle engaged.
To the Fictious Entitiy know as KERRY CASSIDY D/B/A “PROJECT CAMELOT”, and your symbiotic operatives, FORMER WHITE HAT, wanna-be Tommy Hansen, and assorted trolls:
You are caught in a matrix of your own making. Your deceptions and malignant actions will not be ignored, covered up, or benignly dismissed via clever semantics and ruses of “light worker” false flag activities. Go ahead and ignore me. I sought peace when it was not offered. I watched as innocent people were maligned, assaulted, and maliciously libeled while you, Fictious Entitiy know as KERRY CASSIDY D/B/A “PROJECT CAMELOT” smiled and bestowed your graces on a coward who leaves messages on voicemail, and threatens to stalk myself and my friends, who assemble peaceably to facilitate healing, empowerment, and mutual love and honor amongst kindred souls.
We are the Living. You are the DEAD, who operate in deception while professing yourselves as agents of light. You may have begun as being of our kind, but now you are separated and identified as Agents of Dissimulation. The masses may be fooled by your false personae, but the masses have never moved anything of importance. We are the few, we are the Ones who move the conversation. Your media outlet under cover of your handlers will fall away like the masks of the clowns you are. You have a choice. And very little time. Choose well.
To the coward called “Former White Hat Operative”: the only thing you are “inside” is your own ass! Your puny un-manlike behaviors are the work of an under-developed juvenile with a small penis complex (assuming you ARE a male). There is nothing in any of your posts that indicates you possess any “insider” information. You are a troll, a “cut-and-paster”, and a ridiculous creation of the perverse system that spawns at-media psy-ops. That Kerry Cassidy finds you “harmless” is faint praise for all your efforts. That she finds your “spoofs” “purposeful” demonstrates her own complicity and a vile nature beyond contempt.
No one needs more “information” from you. The planet is dying, the people have been deceived by their own “truth” movements, and the electronic media methods of the establishment have been well met by your ilk. We have identified you and you are now trapped by every word and movement. If anyone wants to call my voicemail with more threats, then by all means: “go for it”. Engage. But the limp penis tactics, and clever word-play have an end game and that time is near.
You have received this message because you are either part of the problem, or part of the solution, Your actions will determine your fates.
I angusihed over this. I keep WANTING this to end. It seems the Universe desires to bring out some very ugly truths, and those truths keep asserting themselves via the actions and words of those caught in the matrix. It appears, from the Steve Beckow interview with Eva Moore, that Bill (Wood) Brockbrader is now under detention in Utah. I spoke with Eva a day after these events. Because our conversation was private, I did not release it, or any details publicly. I am sad that Bill was arrested—this serves the disinfo agents like William Silva and Don Shipley—for now.
I am equally saddened that Kerry Cassidy continues to use such events to serve HER ego, and that she ties into the conversation this pathetic, distorted entity who calls itself “Former White Hat Operative”. I tried to end this whole thread about Cassidy/Camelot TWICE. My good will was never met by Kerry or her operatives, who simply wish that I, my associates, and network would DRY UP and GO AWAY so she can maintain her perceived media dominance. I guess that makes her a Media Dominatrix!
Let me be clear: the content of FWH’s website should make one nauseous. It is childish, amaturish, and contrived. There is no content anywhere that validates that this entity possesses anything but a cruel, sadistic temperament and enjoys the attention he get from his “mistress”. “It” is NOT an insider of anything but it’s own twisted mind. Hiding behind a fake personna enables “it” to operate anonymously, while slandering people who operate above board. AND (The Ficititious Entities D/B/A) KERRY CASSIDY AND PROJECT CAMELOTcompletely suport this effort. That should tell you all you need to know about this operation
I decided to post this article today after receiving the following from a listener (who will remain unnamed). I have received similar inquiries about these subjects, so it appears we need to continue the narrative, despite my promises, protests, and total disgust for the subjects at hand.
Your Name: XXXXXX Your Email: XXXXXXX Subject: WTF? Message: Randy, I’m just sending on these links…..there is something very odd going on you’ll probably want to catch up with!
I’ll be honest…I’m struggling to get my head round all this!. Maybe you can explain some of it to those of us who are not in on what the heck is going on? Is all the good work all of you have done being fractured from the inside out by infiltrators?
Thanks for the questions. First, I fail to see how any of this “fractures” my work. First, the post from Cassidy is just more of her self-serving BS. She covers all her “stories” with statements like “my sources”…like she is some sort of intel hub. Her post is just a way of ass-covering her complete lack of information, and appearing to “know” when she is outside the loop.
Second, while I was told by Eva in a Skype call that Bill was arrested, there were gaps at that time in the story AND I was not cleared to release the information. This does not mean I did not find Eva’s statements credible, she was under enormous emotional stress and the facts were unclear. Thus, my statements on the Michael Vara interview that I did not KNOW the status of Bill Wood. Despite having access to Bill, Eva, and other hosts on Wolf Spirit Radio, I do not actively engage this “network”, for the most part, other than when I am doing a show. Understand that even under the best conditions, any network of people are compromised by disinfo and/or rumors and personal biases.
Third, I was unaware of the Steve Beckow article/video for all the same reasons above. I watch these various media sources from a distance. I have no direct knowledge of what is discussed in the interview/article. Clearly, Eva chose to speak to Beckow on this, or Bill chose to speak through Eva on this through Beckow. What has been compromised is WSR, and this is by design of certain operatives. Again, this is why I do not engage even my own sources at times. (this may well be the “infiltrators” you speak of).
I will add this: Kerry Cassidy’s statements about FWH is VERY telling:
“Keep in mind FWH (Former White Hat) is spoofing this sector and does this with a purpose in mind.”
All you need to know is thatKerry supports this operative, she defends him, and she is responsible for his efforts to slander, impugn, and discredit people who are proven disclosers. People like Duncan O’Finioan, Miranda Kelly, Sarah Stanga, and even Aaron McCollum (who stepped over the line, but did come forward with valuable testimony). FWH is Kerry Cassidy’s hatchet man. This is also part of what I warned about in several of my articles about the so-called “alternative” media:
Consumers of media in the post-digital culture continually combat, to the point of fatigue, the torrents of biased viewpoints; even those of the absurdist bent, which by sheer volume distort the perceptual will. We are repeatedly subjected to elevated levels of hyperbole, irrational scenarios, and streams of non-sequitur. Images of words, cut-and-pasted, repeated, remixed, looped, and mashed-up in endless nuanced rethreads…”Controlled media” may be the inference, but it is merely the epithet spoken by those who traffic in a more subtle form of Jedi Mind Trick: the missing contextual inference of the “we” who speaks with knowing authority. Subliminal gang-stalking is the new methodology. Shadowy sources, half-spoken (written) references; the profiles of the social net—virtual egos that shift and recast themselves against an endless strobing backdrop.(from The Global Economic Opera: Hypnosis - March 10 2012)
Kerry Cassidy employs FWH to do her dirty work, as in the recent post: “the-maugans-interview-and-lies” (we are flattered in a perverse way that FWH spends so much time shadowing this reporter).
Is this “spoofing”? Or is it organized stalking? Well it is lies (and no, I do NOT visit the FWH website and I will never post his URLs—his articles are sent to me for comment and I routinely refuse to dignify this clown).
Kerry has watched valuable “property” (i.e.-”Camelot whistleblowers”) slip away from her hands, as her methods and means became more obvious. This is a woman perfectly capable of holding two (or more) conflicting views in plain view—and her “loyal” audience never questions. This is the essence of mind control.
Example: while Kerry maintains an overlapping audience with Project Avalon and a continuing relationship with Bill Ryan (recall she brought him in on the original Bill Wood interview with David Wilcock), when Drake (incorrectly) cited a post on Avalon as “Camelot”, Kerry quickly disclaimed all connections with Ryan/Avalon. A most clever trick of the mind!
What is” fractured” is the attention span of listeners/readers/viewers (consumers) of “alternative media”. They have assume that everyone has good intentions; that everyone is on the same page, and that because certain outlets have aired “dangerous” information” they must be the good guys. Did it ever occur to the undiscriminating that they are being played?
How many times do you hear the term “Alice In Wonderland” used directly, or indirectly to the subculture dealing with subjects such as “mind control”, UFOs, conspiracy theories, “whistleblowers”…etc.? Now pay closer attention to the interogatory…pay closer attention to HOW these subjects are fused to a suspension of judgement (McLuhan) or even a deliberate confusion to create a state of disassociative behavior. Now you can better assess the collective electronic environment, and its effects on destabilizing coherent decision-making, assessment, and rational behavior. These devices flow perfectly in a mixed-media electronic environment and are cleverly used by agents to install cognitive dissonance via a state of internalized trance.
The aim of the Alice in Wonderland or confusion technique is to confound the expectations and conditioned reactions of the interrogatee … The confusion technique is designed not only to obliterate the familiar but to replace it with the weird … Sometimes two or more questions are asked simultaneously. Pitch, tone, and volume of the interrogators’ voices are unrelated to the import of the questions. No pattern of questions and answers is permitted to develop, nor do the questions themselves relate logically to each other. (from The Alice In Wonderland Trance State, March 11, 2012)
Understand this: Kerry Cassidy has repeatedly claimed that her interview techniques were designed to do exactly what the above information details. Cassidy employs techniques of cognitive dissonance, confusion technique, and media imposed pattern interuption. Moreover, she invokes as her “higher authority” the moniker “Project Camelot” to install a wider identification. Notice how she shifts seamlessly between the “I (Kerry Cassidy)” and “Camelot” as a type of Janus-like personification. She did this most recently in the post Definition Of A Whitleblower:
The Project Camelot definition of a Whistleblower is “whistleblower from the Matrix” that is, that in “a time of deceit it is a revolutionary act to tell the truth”… so by that definition anyone who tells the truth about what is really going on is a Camelot Whistleblower.
Since we all have the ability to access dictionaries, WHY was it necessary for Cassidy to frame “whistleblower” in the context of “Camelot”? Simple. It’s another Jedi mind trick used by Cassidy to appropriate the term, and thus define for herself/itself the boundaries of the term. THIS is the mindset and tactics of a CULT. Furthermore, Cassidy invokes in her defense of FWH an imaginary domain she calls “this sector”. May I point out there IS NO “SECTOR” from my viewpoint. This is the methodology of a classic handler/controller operating to commandeer a particular asset.
The (truly) aware listeners/readers/viewer should understand that (The Ficititious Entities D/B/A) Kerry Cassidy, D/B/A Project Camelot, despite appearances, is a “sector”—a honeypot operation to entrap minds, contour their cognitive space, feed them fear, and maintain a control grid over dissent and critical thinking. Anyone who DARES rise up and challenge the preeminence of the grid becomes an enemy. Counter agents in the form of so-called “spoofers”, “comment writers”, and even her own webmaster, tommy Hansen, are deployed as “dirty bombs” to take out the opposing viewpoints. Hence: Kerry Cassidy OWNS FWH and all of his slanders, mud-slinging, and fictitious gobbledy-gook.
I have repeatedly tried to end the fractiousness from dealing with this subject, and I keep getting pulled back into it like a cesspool. My work is solution-oriented—not fear-based, like Cassidy/Camelot. While there has been overlap in personalities and interview subjects, I do not do the same work as Kerry Cassidy, D/B/A Project Camelot. People have enough fear porn out there to feast upon. What I DO provide is genuine media criticism, based on decades in media and personal experience with mind control tactics used by the cabal/NWO agents.
One can do “good work”, journalistically and be both deceived and a deceiver. These tactics are part and parcel of the media’s assault on the collective consciousness.
If, as some have opined, and Cassidy herself has asserted, she is a “lightworker”, where are the fruits? Camelot does not deal in healing, creating a safe environment, or inquiries and solutions into critical areas like free energy or alternative modalities for treating trauma. Camelot is a shitstem of constantly roiling negative feedback from the shadow worlds. And the people love it so!
To go back to the listener’s question: ”Is all the good work all of you have done being fractured from the inside out by infiltrators?”
No.
If anything my points are being made daily by the reactions of the very agents who are losing their grip on a segment of what they think is “their” audience. I have predicted this would happen in a February , 2012 article. Gatekeepers and Handlers-Part 2:
Nearly instantaneous signalling, whether positive or negative, creates maximum effect. Do not believe that Project Camelot is not served by negative reactions—it is the negative which creates the critical updraft for such stories to oscillate through cyberspace. It is the perceptions of such disclosures that serve to build a significant movement to install larger and larger memes into the collective mindspace. At the collective level, these memes, or gestures result in the evolution of a culture, to borrow from Richard Dawkins’ memetic theorem.
In closing, do not be sidetracked by the static being amped into cyberspace. Choose that which serves the path to wholeness and well-being. The energetic of the present time is like a great wheel that shapes and hews the collective and individual souls. It’s your path, your consciousness, and you mind space that is being tested. Discern the mechanics in play: FWH is Kerry Cassidy’s mouthpiece to deal with people who have gone “rogue” from the programs to coalesce a group-think and harness the energies of change. It is black alchemy in play and she/it is a tool of the very media machine which they claim to oppose.
I’ve had some concerns on my mind lately I need to release and I will execute that release through this blog post. My concern is for the extreme technical slant people are introducing into spirituality. I consider myself intelligent and capable of understanding new concepts, but I think the traits of some have turned towards the ridiculous in the new age and metaphysical realms. Please understand I enjoy learning about the physics of working with light, energy and healing and how in the world of science those energies manifest. With that said, the current doctrines are getting overly complicated and technical and I personally do not see the benefits nor advantages to those aspiring towards God ideals and principles. In my own training and learning over the last nineteen years, I have always utilized a simpler, practical approach to my own spirituality. I like to study materials and teachings that have an application to them. I don’t want to read or listen to a guru that simply talks and babbles about complex science in terms of spirituality. I want to understand what is being explained by books and lecturers and then be given a specific set of guidelines to apply the knowledge. People rambling on about zero point energy and torsion fields are useless to me personally unless there is something I can apply. If there is an application, it needs to be clear, cogent and actually doable.
The effective prayer was my first metaphysical lesson given to me at the age of eighteen. It was in the back of a book named Seven Concentric Circles. The prayer if you can really call it a prayer goes as follows:
1. I release all of my past, negatives, fears, human relationships, self-image, future, and human desires to the Light.
2. I am a Being of Light.
3. I radiate the Light from my LightCenter throughout my being.
4. I radiate the Light from my LightCenter to everyone.
5. I radiate the Light from my LightCenter to everything.
6. I am in a bubble of Light and only the Light can come to me and only the Light can be here.
7. Thank you God for everyone, for everything, and for me.
Instructing people to initiate a torsion field by vectoring sub-atomic God particles into their higher overself while pulsing zero point energy from the eleventh dimension into the fifth dimension by creating a photon bridge using hyper-charged reversed polarity electrons holding a complex geometric pattern is not a benefit to people’s spiritual growth in my opinion. I realize how facetious, overblown, out-of -context and technically false my example was, but I still believe my concerns are relevant. There are multitudes of people in the world looking for answers and a way back to God. We should all be careful to give suggestions and examples they can explore that will not scare them away nor challenge their intellect to the point they want to give up. Would you discuss zero point energy or other complexities in relation to spirituality with an eight or nine year old child who is seeking a spiritual path or truth? In my opinion, spiritual teachings and applications should be written in a manner that even a child or simple minded person can understand. We don’t need graduate level college words and concepts to finish our journey in duality on Earth. Mighty Said Baba from India instructed hundreds of millions in his second incarnation on how to return to their divinity. He taught things like “Help Ever, Hurt Never” and “Love All, Serve All.” He didn’t instruct his devotees to spin atoms until they formed a poly hexagonal plasma field and so on. He taught his devotees how to love and how to serve and use mantras, prayers and positive actions to assist all the kingdoms on Earth and thus assist themselves.
There is nothing neither technical nor complex about getting the mail on a rainy day for a ninety year old lady. There is nothing neither technical nor complex about watering a wilted flower or giving a homeless person a bottle of water and five dollars. Yes, perhaps physicists could explain how these actions create things and operate beyond what our eyes can see, but it doesn’t matter for the acts of kindness, love and assistance the planet really needs at this time.
This blog post was not intended to be a ‘gotcha’ or criticism to any particular publisher, author, person or organization. This post is based on my own observations, feelings and experiences over the course of my life. You may agree or disagree with me as you wish. As I previously stated, I do enjoy some of the technical aspects of spirituality within reason.
In closing, it’s my opinion people should pick a spiritual path that has a specific application and is written in a simple manner that even a child could understand.
I had my Reiki attunements redone on Saturday night. I had a wonderful time with my mighty friend. She helped me with my back and rib pain and I’m pleased to say that for the first time in almost three weeks, I don’t have any discomfort in my back! I decided to bring my Blue Arcturian sculpture along as I wanted him there for the attunements. His name is Thon. It is pronounced Tawn. When I arrived at my friend’s house, she immediately wanted to hold him. She instantly said he wasn’t happy. My heart sank as I thought perhaps I was doing something wrong or had displeased him. He was there with me since I was a baby and I want to make sure I honor his eternal friendship. Deb told me that Thon wasn’t upset with me, but was upset at what was happening to me. He showed her how my house is surrounded with ships of aliens that weren’t positive with their intents. He was very concerned about this. Furthermore, these ships were not the usual negative grays or reptilian, but there were ships of aliens that weren’t supposed to be here. I have been hearing foot steps around my home for about a month now. You cannot see anybody, but I know somebody or someone is there. On a side note, I recently sent the universe a request. I asked if I were to get a pet if it would help me be more aware of what is going on. I asked if I should get a cat or dog or perhaps if I should remain pet free. Thon told my friend I should go to the pound and get a cat. He said the negative aliens do not like them and the cats don’t like the aliens. I had recently been plagued with a variety of cats hanging around my place. Some of the cats had even gotten under my house. I was curious as to why they were hanging around so much. I did not tell my friend about the request I sent in regards to getting a pet, but I got my answer. I am to get a cat.
After we did the attunements, we sat awhile, talked and enjoyed the company of one another. We decided to have a light meal. After our meal, she felt as if Thon wanted to say something else. I told her, she should ask what his name was. I wanted to verify that Thon was accurate and that I had gotten it right. He told her his name was “The One” and I went silent. She laughed and said okay, that is an interesting name. I was confused and a tad upset with myself. It then hit me as to what was happening. He told here a variation of the name he gave me. I think Thon is for my relationship with him and “The One” is when other people hold him and communicate with him. I know this sounds ridiculous, but I couldn’t have made this up if I tried. Take a look below.
Th(e)on(e)
While holding Thon, my friend said she was getting scenes sent to her by him. She saw a nuclear bomb go off in the middle east. Next, she saw the sun sending huge filaments of some sort to the Earth. She said it was scorching the Earth and causing everything to burn up. Then she saw the cities of the world being destroyed. Finally she saw corpses all over the Earth and it was from a plague or pandemic of some sort. I wish I could report that he showed her what those who are channeling the future are saying. I would love to tell you that we have a utopia of bliss and peace coming in the next ten years, but I cannot. I was shown much of this in 2010 and 2011 in my dreams. I was also shown how I was going to help people while I was being shown the damage. I even saw the sun as a supernova and it was amazing.
I want to share with my beloved friends and readers some photos I recently took. I had been feeling as thought there are some ‘presences’ in the house with me. I was right and the photos will show some amazing visitors. Please enjoy them and leave me some comments as to what you think.
Meet Thon
This massive orb seems to have a face in it. You can see it has a rainbow around it with the most beautiful indigo color on the outer edge.
In this photo you can see an orb to the left and a small emerald green cube to the right. That cube is always here and is beautiful.
In this photo you will find an orb to the left and right with an amazing view of the green cube in the center.
These photos sure make me feel better after the information I received on Saturday. I feel good knowing there are positive spirits around and visiting me.
Notice: Later in this post, I will refer to a young boy as the “black kid” as I do not remember his name. This is in no way meant to be disrespectful. The reader should be able to understand the full context as they navigate through this post. I experienced extreme anxiety and even some anger while writing this. I started on 05/03/2011 and it took me eight days to complete. It is lengthy and may tax your patience. Given the emotional challenges I faced while composing this article, It is obvious I needed to get this out of me and release it.
In 1984, I started sleep walking. I was eight years old and would exit my room and enter my mother’s room and startle her awake. I would tell her, “They are getting me out of bed and they are coming to get me.” This type of behavior along with baby talk and other childish mannerisms would leave me in the custody of a psychologist on Wednesday nights for a year. The baby talk and childish mannerisms were no doubt an alter surfacing from torture and other heinous traumas inflicted upon my small body. I’m certain I was reaching out to my mother about my MILABS, an acronym I wouldn’t know for another twenty-seven years. She of course didn’t get the hint. Sometimes I’d like to drag her outside and knock her around for not knowing, but it’s not her fault. I was extremely cautious with the words I used while exchanging with my psychologist. I felt as though anything I said to her would be later used against me. I was right. We discussed mundane subjects like school and movies; then there were the questions about the “ghosts” which would inevitably be dragged out of the coffin of my fears. I could see energy as a child and It would many times frighten me. At night, before falling asleep, I would see energies swirl around above my bed near the ceiling. I labeled those mostly unformed energies ghosts and to my own detriment. I have lost many of my memories of my experiences with Rose my psychologist. After a year of counseling, my psychologist scheduled a special session. As an adult, I can say that final session changed my life from that moment forward.
For my last psychology session, my mother, I and the psychologist would meet with two psychiatrists. I was instructed not to worry; the gentlemen were only there to observe. After a few minutes of interaction with my psychologist and mother, I was asked to leave the room. About five minutes later, my mother left the room and we left Rose’s office. I found out later the two men had notified my mother that I would need to do a stint in a children’s hospital. Within the next week, I was off to various facilities and clinics for testing. First, I underwent a sleep analysis where they glue the pads to your head. This is called an EEG. I was supposed to sleep and they would monitor my brain functioning. I was too nervous and didn’t get into my R.E.M. sleep. The test was inconclusive. Next, I was sent for another round of testing and still today, I have no clue what the hell the test was about. My fingers were measured and my palms were examined too. There looked at the distance between my eyes and the length of my arms. The individual conducting the test had a document she would mark with normal or abnormal. Most of the procedure was me standing while a female attendant used a tape measure to learn the length of my arms, fingers and circumferences in different parts of my body. It seemed pointless to me, but somebody decided I needed the examination. Not too long after the testing, I found myself at a children’s hospital in St. Louis Missouri. St. Louis is known to be a ‘programming hub’ for the Midwest. I found myself on a floor with children sick experiencing influenza and other ailments. The night before I was admitted, I stayed on a floor with the sick children. I played with a little boy and just adored him. I can’t help but wonder how he turned out in retrospect. I often think about the children and teens I was incarcerated with on the seventh floor west wing of this facility. The moment came and I knew when we arrived on the floor, something was wrong. My mother and I were escorted to the correct wing and stood before a set of double doors. The mechanical sounds of proxy locks were haunting as we were buzzed in. I was escorted to a kiosk and was admitted. I only have so many memories of my hospitalization, but the memories I do have are not pleasant.
The staff was neither friendly nor helpful. We were mostly treated as outcasts and delinquents. There was one man, an 80′s type of guy, with his Don Johnson Miami Vice attire that was friendly. I got a few nights-per-week with him in the play room. We didn’t have to talk about things nor do blood work or any ‘head shrinking’ activities. I enjoyed my time with him. He was a laid back black guy with a huge diamond stud in his ear. I was always inspecting his ear. That diamond was memorizing to me. I’ll never forget his all white attire. If I remember correctly, the play room was a square (cubed) room with white vinyl flooring. I’ve seen this many times before in memories. White cubed rooms with white walls, ceilings, floors, counters etc. are prevalent in my memories. There was one other lady that treated me like a person and was an awesome presence. It was the cleaning lady. She was a black lady and very sweet. I would help her empty waste cans and tie the little knots on the bags. I was approached by a staff member and told to stop. I was notified that I did not work for the hospital. The staff members were Nazis in my opinion. If nothing else, their behavior was tantamount to that of a Nazi.
One evening, Bill, the night crew counselor, hauled me (at age nine) and two adolescent males into a room. The entire room was clad in Plexiglass and another cube in shape. You could be seen inside the room and see everything outside. Other than some acoustical assistance, I’m not sure what privacy the room offered its users. The counselor had a pack of flash cards. These were not like the flash cards we had in school as math and spelling aids. The content of these flash cards was foreign and embarrassing to me. The flash cards had to deal with relationships and sexuality. The other two boys were having a great time. I was in complete misery. I suspect the boys were both between fifteen and sixteen years old. Discussions about oral and anal sex took place and different types of relationships were discussed. Some discussion on condoms and safe sex was on the agenda. The two boys were definitely adolescent and their hormones were not even slightly checked. I was exhausted and disoriented when the meeting was over.
The next day after the flash card disaster, I was approached by a day shift staffer, inquiring as to whether or not I’d desire to share a room with another patient. I was currently sharing a room with Tommy, an eight year old male, who would get bat-shit paranoid around two or three in the morning. I thought it was awesome somebody wanted to room with me. I felt out of place in that hospital and lonely, so it was a huge morale boost to think somebody wanted to spend time with me. To my surprise, one of the teens from the flash card fiasco was standing at the door to my room with his suitcase. He was the one who wanted to room with me. Little did I know what his intentions were for me? The day he moved in came and went and we were settling into evening. I had my shower and was in pajamas. My new roommate, who was friendly and a trendy, young 80′s kid, decided to get his shower done and over. I was in bed all covered up and comfortably watching television when my roommate exited the restroom naked. He walked over to me and asked me to touch his genitals. I wasn’t interested. He turned around and pulled his butt cheeks apart and wanted me to see his entire package. I was so uncomfortable; I can’t begin to put it in words. Remember, I was nine! After parading himself around nude and fondling himself for what seemed to be hours, he got frustrated with me because I wouldn’t have sex with him. I was in a sad frame of mind as I was so thrilled (at first) this young man wanted to be my friend and hang out. I couldn’t believe I didn’t know what was going to happen. I was exhausted and decided to go to sleep. Around 5 a.m., I awoke to morning shift nurses pulling the beds apart. Sometime in the middle of the night, my new roommate had pulled our beds together and he cuddled up with me. I was questioned about it the next morning, but did not know what had happened. In the wake of such a terrible and humiliating circumstance, it only got more interesting over the new few weeks. My roommate was moved back into his former room with Paul. Paul was another young man around fifteen or sixteen years old. I got Tommy back until he was sent home. In retrospect, I believe the teen male had a sexual appetite way beyond a usual teen. I cannot shake the idea he may have been abused or a young Monarch acting out what he was programmed to do. His insatiable need for exhibition is a huge red flag.
Next, I was moved into a room with a young black boy. I forgot about him for almost twenty-six years until I had a flash of him several months ago. This aspect of my hospitalization is probably the most fascinating and most revealing about what was really going on at this facility. The memories I have of him are vague and sketchy. The first memory I have of him is his penis. One night while he was bathing, he asked me into the restroom and he was soaking in the tub. He reached down and pulled his penis towards his torso. He asked me if I had a penis like his and I immediately knew I didn’t. His was black of course and he was circumcised, but what I did not recognize was the additional openings or slits he had in the glans of his penis or in slang terms, his penis head. I did not have those other openings. I had the typical urethra opening and no additional slits or holes. For years and years I thought all black men had these additional openings on their penises. A few years later, after my hospitalization, I was playing catch with a Nerf football with a childhood friend of mine named Matt in his back yard when a few other kids showed up. One was a kid from the neighborhood of which Matt and I had known for a long time and the other was a nice black kid that Matt and I did not know. We began to toss the football back and forth and talk when the football overshot the fence and settled in the alley. The black kid went to retrieve the ball while his friend told us he had a strange “dick”. He told us it had unusual openings and the kid was not comfortable with it. Strangely, I did not even flash back to what I saw in the hospital two years earlier. I had forgotten this completely. This was the same black kid that I was in the hospital with. I remember his build and his mannerisms. He was living in the same town as me and I didn’t even know it. Here I am all these years later, dumbfounded, as to what I now remember. How could I have forgotten what I saw and about this nice young man in such short order? Did I have help or perhaps a check-up from the neck-up? I have spoken with more than one person on this (irregular penis) issue as and have done my diligence homework on the male reproductive system. I spoke to an urologist online and he has never heard of such a condition with the additional slits. I think the black boy was either a young reptile or perhaps in something similar to Project Mannequin. I cannot be certain, but something was going on with him.
I was started on a prescription of Desipramine upon admittance to the hospital. That particular medicine is used for depression. I was not admitted to the facility for depression. I was admitted for a potential thought disorder. No episodes of psychosis were observed according to my discharge documents. I’m not sure why the antidepressant was dispensed. In high school, I was in severe pain in my body and having sleep problems. I was placed on Imipramine which is the same class of drug as Desipramine. The website http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/ has this to say about the medication the psychiatrist determined I required:
Desipramine is used to treat depression. Desipramine is in a class of medications called tricyclic antidepressants. It works by increasing the amounts of certain natural substances in the brain that are needed for mental balance. Desipramine comes as a tablet to take by mouth.
I was administered an I.Q. test one awful day. I was disassociating and extremely tense and edgy. The night before, Tommy, my roommate, went off as usual at three in the morning and had to be given a sedative by forced injection and placed into a “time out” room. I slept almost none that night. I knew when the staffer gave me instructions for the test, what they were attempting to do. I was so empathic as a child and didn’t even realize it. I mainly spaced out and rolled my pencil around and didn’t take the test. I don’t even remember much about what went on that day. The person administering the test was reading a book. It was a thick paper back book and it was blood red. With about twenty minutes left, she peeked around her book and discovered (to her horror) that I had not been taking the exam. She became angry and slammed her book onto the desk and demanded I take the required test. With less than twenty minutes, I got a meager 82 or maybe 84 on the test. She noted on my charts that I had much more potential, but I was unable to neither concentrate nor function enough for an hour to get a realistic number. In hindsight, an 82 or 84 isn’t too bad with twenty minutes in which to complete the task. I couldn’t give a damn what the number was then or now.
I believe I was hospitalized because I was ‘leaking or having ‘bleed through’ issues with my programming. I think the young black boy had some genetic work done on him. After six months of study on the matter and speaking with people, including a few doctors, there is no main stream medical diagnosis to be found. Balantis and even congenital medical disorders are ruled out at this time. Many of the children hospitalized were extremely talented. They could play music,draw, paint and do other crafts with amazing skill. Other than Tommy, with his night terrors, everybody seemed normal and stable. I remember how coed the situation was. A nine year old boy could enter the room of an eighteen year old female with no questions asked. The other thing that is telling about my experience is the vast majority of the doctor’s notes and charts are gone. Missing medical records is another huge red flag with MK Ultra survivors.
I just wanted to tell everybody that I am thinking about them. I am in the process of working on a new post. I thought I could have it done last weekend, but it has proven to be a difficult post. It will be over two thousand words and a bit lengthy compared to my other posts. I am doing better as far as my back is concerned. I figured out recently the pain I was still having wasn’t from the site where I was implanted two weeks ago, but from my ribs. I don’t know whether they punched or kicked me in the ribs, but I had some serious rib pain that is getting a lot better now. I know it’s been quiet lately, but I wanted everybody to know I’m still around and working through some issues like many are. If you need me, just let me know.
Hello mighty friends and lowly foes that are monitoring this web blog. I have rested and slept well the last few days. We must have gotten under the skin of the reptilians and other sinister forces last Sunday. I’ve received plenty of implants in the past, but I cannot recall when I had this much pain from a procedure. I’m much better now with some occasional discomfort still. I will use the castor oil that was gifted to me over the puncture. I will be getting caught up with my blog and email messages over the weekend. I love you all and hope everybody is improved. Also, I found a new scar today on my forearm. I’m certain this was not there last week. Please take a look at the photo.
Over the last several months I have found wounds on my body that were not there before I went to sleep. These consist of punctures with bruises, inflammation etc. In August of 2011, I took a photo of my pubic area. I had a mysterious wound with a bruise and a knot down “south”. Because it is difficult to look down at that particular part of the anatomy (the genital area) and see, I decided to take a digital picture of my pubic area to get a better view. A better view is what I got along with an unexpected surprise.
Upon inspecting the photo, I noticed my penis and testicles had what appeared to be an etheric leech or critter attached to them. After further inspection, I saw in the center what appeared to be a cross of some sort. I enlarged the photo to see what was going on. Once the photo was enlarged I could see what appeared to be a cube matrix. Cubes inside of cubes inside of other cubes. This freaked me out so much, that I hid the picture and didn’t look at it until December.
In November the book entitled The Hyperspace Helper arrived and in it was a lot of information about programming matrix’s etc.
On Page 115 of the book it states:
Because of most programming is done by males via the root chakra, there are a large variety of sexual issues as a result, ranging from total sexual dysfunction to promiscuity. Sexual identity issues may be prevalent in programmed males.
Swerdlow, Stewart A. The Hyperspace Helper. Saint Joseph MI: Expansions Publishing Inc., 2004
On page 123 of the book it states:
Programming matrix’s are cubes of 13 compartments by 13 compartments. Within each of the 2197 total compartments there is a program or a part of a program. The 13X13X13 cube is chosen because this is the same holographic matrix upon which this physical reality is built. Many programmed people report seeing a cube or some type of matrix.
Swerdlow, Stewart A. The Hyperspace Helper. Saint Joseph MI: Expansions Publishing Inc., 2004
When I read the passages from the Swerdlow book, I had to take the photo back out of mothballs and have another look. Well, well, well, what did I find? I found the root chakra area had been blackened by some type of critter and a cube matrix consisting of 13 cubes. My mouth fell open and I was in shock. I mean, holy bat shit man! I asked myself, do I really have photographic evidence of MK Ultra programming in my root chakra? I mean did I really have a smoking gun?
I decided to utilize some Silva Method training to see if I could remove the etheric creature that is attached to my genitals. I counted down to my alpha level and went into my “mental laboratory” and started the process to remove the “thing” from my “thing.” If you haven’t done Silva training, you may not understand the mental laboratory. I attempted to use a pair of tweezers to remove the etheric critter from my genitals and got a terrifying surprise. My red chakra started spinning and I felt something about the size of a mouse run out of my groin area and up my ribs and hide in my chest area. Yes, the “etheric critter” was intelligent enough to know I was about to remove it and got the hell out of dodge. I have not attempted to do this procedure again. I will try another method in the future.
Take a look at these photos! Before anybody says it’s pixelized, please understand the cubes could be seen before the photo was enlarged. Click the photo to see others in the library.
WARNING: GraphicViolence against Children Detailed Below!
NOTE: I’m a Survivor and NOT a Victim!I Refuse to be “their” Victim!
In this post, I’m going to once again get very graphic and explicit about waking up to being a military abductee and all the fixings and trimmings. I’ve been having unusual symptoms since around 2005. I started having panic attacks in my sleep and fits of rage out of the blue. I will detail this more in a later post.
In October of this year, 2011, I had a dream and unfortunately it was not Martin Luther King’s type of dream. It took me a few days to realize the dream was a memory and I had watched the whole thing on a screen! In the dream I was on a military base. I believe it was in Georgia. I can’t confirm, but I’ve driven through Georgia before and the energy was the same. I was standing next to a building above ground and next to me was a guy I’ve know for about ten years and respect. He was my guide in this drama. All of a sudden about twenty young boys started to run up the sidewalk towards this building I was looking at. I cannot retrieve what the children came out of, but I think it was some type of military vehicle. My peripheral vision was blocked to the general direction the children and gunmen came from.
As the children ran towards the facility, I noticed they were all in Spider Man pajamas or costumes. Their feet were covered with the costume but not their heads and faces. One of the children, the youngest was in a green costume, but I’m not sure which super hero he was supposed to be. The children were all Caucasian and were about six to eight years old. The child in the green pajamas was a toddler, not even four years old I suspected. All of the children had guns in their hands and they could discharge some type of round pellet. The guns had the allusion they were real, but they did not shoot ordinance.
It was my impression the children were being corral-ed into this building for some type of party or event. They were instructed to proceed up the walkway and enter the door. When they arrived at the door, it was locked. As a group they all turned in unison to inquire about the locked door.
As the children turned around, automatic machine guns open fired on all of the children simultaneously. In the dream, my heart sank. The shock, the horror, the sheer dishonor to God was appalling; I could hardly stand up. The rounds began to pierce the small bodies of the children. They began to fall like dominoes. Tissue, blood etc. was spattering all over the wall of the facility behind them. I saw a portion of one the little boys arm get blown off and another was hit in the chest, abdomen and throat. His arterial blood hit the wall of the building. I remember seeing this in the emergency room when I was eighteen years old. The E.R. staff started a “central line” on an elderly woman with congestive heart failure. The arterial blood spray of the child was exactly the same. The next scene took me days to recover from. The little boy in the green pajamas was slumped over dead into the arms of one of the other boys. The boy holding the dead toddler looked up and with a fraction of his remaining life force and breath, smiled and gently waved goodbye to the people shooting him or somebody standing next to them. He then laid his little head down and was gone. I realized at that moment, before he died, he must have been in severe shock and didn’t even realize how bad the situation or his injuries were. I thought to myself, what an angel. He was lying there, blood draining out of him with a dead toddler in his arms and in that last moment, he had enough peace to wave goodbye. That moment will probably haunt me forever.
I looked over my shoulder to the guy standing next to me. I know him in my life as a former marine reservist who served in either Iraq or Afghanistan. I started fuming and cussing! Rage was mine! To paraphrase, I demanded to know what the fuck was happening. I said how the fuck can you just desecrate these children. I screamed and screamed. My guide informed me, that “We just follow orders.” “We don’t ask questions, we just follow orders.” I began to rage even more and asked how can you fucking follow orders? He repeated again, “We just follow orders!” “We don’t ask questions!” He said, “You’ll eventually understand!” I finally said, O.K., so you followed orders, but I want fucking answers as to why they were shot! I want some fucking answers! I had vengeance on my mind! I did not know the names of these beautiful young boys, but all I know is they were like sons to me. I may never know the full reality of their relationship to me or even if there was one?
The guide informed me the children were part a secret government program. He said their program was different than any of the others before it. He said these children would be trained and eventually imbedded with soldiers in the future. He notified me the program they were in was terminated and that was why they were being shot. Again, I argued as to why it had to end in this matter and he stated, once again, “They just follow orders.”
Next, I was taken to another building that was a cafeteria. It was a very sterile cafeteria and it had a military vibe to it. The people in the cafeteria appeared to be in trances or programmed in some way. They ate and only ate. Nobody talked or looked around; they were only focused on eating. The cafeteria was all in white. The counters, floors etc and uniforms the people wore were white.
A man in white clothing approached me and the guide. This man looked into my eyes and said, “You just need to get over it!” This comment was in reference to the children being killed. It was at this point, I saw RED! I totally lost it and punched the guy about four times in the head before I struck him in the gut and did a roundhouse kick to his leg. The man dropped to one knee and then was back up in three seconds. This guy was tough!
After the fight, another man, similar in body composition to a Navy Seal, with huge legs, arms and neck stepped into the area. He told my guide we should leave for now. He said this isn’t the right time and we’d do this later. Before we turned to leave the cafeteria, I grabbed a plant and tossed it as hard as I could. The plant and pot shattered on a table where people were eating. The people, the programmed people, did not even bat an eye! They were eating the food off the table with potting soil etc. I couldn’t believe it! The guide walked me out and I woke up.
I dedicate this posting to Duncan and Miranda. I put this dream on my YouTube channel. I was not going to use their names as tags etc. My inner “voice” demanded I use them as a reference. I argued with myself and said they don’t know me. They have enough going on in their lives without me interrupting. My internal voice told me once again to mention them and I did.
A few weeks later, more info had starting coming out. I decided to email Duncan and Miranda. I was extremely nervous, but my internal voice once again told me this was the right thing to do. I thought they would ignore me, just blow me off. I got a response from them and it made all the difference. I knew by this time, what I was experiencing was real. It was time to wake up. Oh, the process is miserable, but it must be done.
This post will detail an experience I had with torture and how I relived the pain by accident. I was remote viewing and wasn’t having the best day at it. I felt blocked. I have to be in a calm mood with nothing major bothering me and rested to remove view with accuracy.
I wanted to go back to the time when I was five or six years old. I decided to get a picture out of myself when I was five and gaze into it a while to help myself go back in my mind or subconscious. It was very difficult because I started to wonder where that little boy went. I missed the sweet innocent child that loved everybody and felt safe with his parents. I’m definitely not him now. After reviewing the photo, I started to remote view and went to alpha. At alpha, I found myself in an extremely long hallway with doors on both sides. I visualized myself as a five year old walking down the long corridor. As I continued my journey along the corridor, something happened that was a first in my nearly eighteen years of doing The Silva Method/remote viewing. A man appeared to me and told me to “go back!” Again, reader, I was in the long corridor as a five year old child. I didn’t know whether I could trust the man and I decided to go forward against the mans advice. I eventually found an open door to my left and decided to enter the room. The room was dark as night with no moon. In the room I heard myself scream and cry. The screams were from pain not fear. I was in excruciating pain. The cries were those of me as a child. I heard these screams as if they were in the room with me in real time. It sounded like a child was screaming next to the bed I was in. This totally freaked me out. I jumped out of bed and looked around and of course there was no child. I even opened my front door to see if a child was hurt outside. The scream was so real!
I grabbed a bottle of water and drank the whole thing. After several minutes of trying to understand what the hell just happened, I decided to go to bed for the night. When I got back into bed, my head started ringing like a bell. I heard oscillating tones inside my head and there were flashes of light under my eyelids. All of a sudden, I started having severe pain in my testicles. The pain was bad enough that I put my hand down by my testicles. When a person holds a wound or sore area, that is called posturing. As I was posturing and trying to deal with the testicle pain, I started to heave like I was about to vomit. Luckily, I hadn’t had anything to eat in hours, so I didn’t vomit. Next, I felt electricity going through my arms and it scared the hell out of me. I was lying in bed shaking in pain and wondering what the fuck was happening. Then I heard myself cry again as a little boy in severe pain! I realized at that moment I was reliving torture. I could not believe what I was experiencing. I sent an email to Duncan and Miranda asking them if it was possible to relive pain. I knew a person could recall memories or emotions, but I wasn’t for sure if an individual could relive pain. Miranda responded and said a person could relive pain as it’s an impulse from the brain. After reading her response, I realized I had just relived MK Ultra torture. I can’t believe the luciferians in government could ever do this to a child. I knew there was corruption, but this is really fucked up!
The dreams of expert combat fighting and killing people etc. all started making sense. I remember day dreaming in my early twenties before falling asleep about being a sniper. I had a black militarized uniform and I would be called out at all hours of the day and night. I remember not being comfortable with this idea of killing people and didn’t understand where those thoughts were coming from. I eventually forced myself to quit having those images in my head. Then there’s the dreams of conjuring demons and sex magick. I’ll save that lovely information for another post.
After visiting mighty Sarah Stanga’s web blog and listening to her testimony, a door opened in my mind and I had to explore the possibility my birth may have been manipulated for ceremonial purposes. I already know I’m a Monarch/MK Ultra and MILABS survivor, but reading Sarah’s web blog sparked another investigation into my life.
I remember my mother being in a black dress in one of my Hillary Clinton dreams. At the time I had this dream, I didn’t know I was a Monarch or MILAB, but now I have to reconsider the value of that information. Also, when I was preparing to receive my Reiki attunements, my mother came to my friend in the astral and told her she was concerned about the ceremony because there were “secrets” about me. With both of these facts in hand, I am beginning to think my mother is a Monarch lady herself. Also, I must mention my Godmother. I have had a reoccurring dream of her teaching me how to levitate, fly and move objects with my feelings. I have had this dream many times and it is always at night time at her house. I am about five years old in the dream. I have to at least entertain the idea she’s a Monarch lady too. I also must consider the notion my family may be a multigenerational family in the big scheme of mind control etc.
My name is Khristan (pronounced Christian) and my father told me when I was thirty-two years old, my name was spelled that way by mistake. I asked how that could be. Father told me he was intoxicated and had been smoking purple haze the night my mother’s water broke. They were not expecting me that evening even in the slightest. My mother had a rough labor of many, many hours and finally I arrived. I was born at 2:15 a.m., Thursday, March 25th. My parents had a boy but allowed the name to be misspelled and have a feminine attribute. Could my father under the influence of drugs and alcohol given in to an entity? Also, since my mother was in labor for so many hours, could my father had still been drunk and stoned when I was born? In the 1970′s, birth data would have been typed up by somebody for sure. I would have thought that either my mother or father would have found a nurse and corrected the spelling. Why let a huge mistake like this go uncorrected? My friend showed me how the letter ‘I’ missing at the end of my name and if the letter ‘C’ was used instead of a ‘K’, how it would change my numerology chart. My numerology chart had a 22/4 master challenge for my first thirty plus years. My friend said that was extremely difficult for a child to come in with a 4 challenge let alone a 22/4 master challenge.
The reason I had to explore the idea my birth chart may have been manipulated is because my blood and semen have been taken many times and I have dream/memory recalls of doing ceremonies. These consist of me speaking Latin and casting circles and calling up demons. I have had dreams of Sex Magick as well. I have had astral sex as well as an encounter sexually with a werewolf. The werewolf had body strength of titanium. His strength was super-human. His body was covered in what was similar to Terrier dog hair but longer and pricklier. You could see the muscles in his legs and body. He had pointy dog ears and red eyes. His penis was completely covered in hair and his erection was like a piece of stone. I had two middle aged men behind me and they were taking turns sodomizing me. I was between seventeen and eighteen years old when this incident happened.
As for many MK Ultra babies, the powers that be in the organization try to get the father out of the picture. In 1980 or 1981, my father, at the age of 30 years old, suffered a severe heart attack. The hospital tried all the usual cardiac drugs without success. My mother signed a stack of papers that evening giving consent to the doctor in charge to utilize experimental drugs. None of those drugs worked either. It appeared my father’s arteries were clamping off. He was in good general health before this event.The doctor did not give up on my father and as he went into cardiac arrest, he defibrillated my father every few minutes to put him back into a normal heart rhythm. If the doctor didn’t continue that for an extended time, my father would not have lived. I believe a death-hook signal or a psychic attack was launched against my father to get him out of the picture. Several months later, my parents divorced. It seemed they couldn’t kill him, so they split my parents up. After that, my mother had help raising me from an aunt and uncle. My uncle was extremely aggressive and violent.
It appears March 25th had more value under the Julian calendar than the Gregorian. I’ve been calling it the Alpha and Omega day. Many things in media, including books, TV shows etc. are released on March 25h. It is the first day of the year on the Julian calendar. Some think March 25th was the crucifixion of Jesus. March 25th seems to be a day where things are brought to a start or a conclusion.
Some events on March 25th through the years:
Judy Garland gave her final performance of over the rainbow on March 25th 1969
On this date in 1882, the Grand Lodge of Arizona was organized (Masonic)
On this date in 1902, Sir Winston Churchill received his 3rd degree in Studholme Lodge #1591, London (Masonic)
The Vampire Diaries returns Thursday March 25 2010 (trivial, but an example of a start date)
March 25, 1957 in Rome, Italy, the signing of the Treaty of Rome took place which brought in the European Union according to many sources.
There are other Pagan and Satanic important days that are not holidays; one of them is the date of March 25th. This day is called Stork Day, which also stands for the birth of. It is also said that Snakes came out of their burrows on this day; it is the rise of the Snakes and the Beast. Remember that Snakes, Serpents, and Dragons represent Satan also. (http://www.tbns.net/antoniomccoy/ExposingTheSatanist.html)
March 25th is the day of the Annunciation celebrated by Catholic and other religions
Many tournaments like Golf etc. open on March 25th
Graduations/Commencements are popular on March 25th
March 25th in The Lord of the Rings is the date of the destruction of the Ring of Power.
To be objective, I have reminded myself that events and situations happen on all calendar days and in no way do I wish my birthday to be a ceremonial day for the Luciferians. At this time, I have to say that it is inconclusive as to the possibility I was engineered to be born on Thursday, March 25th, 1976 at 2:15 a.m. My name is written feminine but pronounced masculine. I know my natal chart has seven signs in water and four in fire. Three of the four fire signs are in Aries. I’m certain the astrological value of my birth time was of great value to the dark lords.
In closing, I encourage all MK Ultra/Monarch survivors to explore the circumstances around their birth as well the possibility their family is multigenerational.
In December, I had a terrible dream. I was struggling with PTSD and the emotional pain I experienced in October when the boys were shot. I was at my breaking point emotionally and I was a powder keg about to explode. One night, I had a dream where I was in an older house. It appeared to have older furniture, but I can’t date it. I was in a girl’s bed room and I was looking around. There was a four post bed with a canopy and a nice chest of drawers. I noticed a small rocking chair that was made with unfinished wood. I was looking at the mirror and silver items on the dresser, complete with brushes, combs etc. when I heard the rocking chair start to rock, I turned around and saw the chair was rocking on its own. I immediately became very stressed and did not want to witness this phenomenon. I remember thinking, I don’t need this right now; I can’t take much more. I must have been somewhat lucid or was functioning in the astral. Out of frustration, I took a brush off of the dresser and tossed it into the seat area of the rocking char. The chair instantly stopped rocking and after five seconds it started rocking again very fast. As it picked up speed, a little girl appeared. I surmise she was approximately six year old. She had shoulder length brunette hair. She was in a full length white dress. This dress was more like a formal church dress, not a casual everyday type of garment. All of a sudden, she got a look of pure rage on her face. She straitened her arms down to her side with clinched fists. She stood on her tip toes and gave me a look of pure disgust. Next, the entire room began to stack itself. The bed, furniture, lamps etc. all stacked themselves in a manner that normal physics would not allow. As an example: The bed was balancing on a lamp and the dresser was stacked on some toys. Any person attempting to replicate this could probably not do it a million out of a million times.
I forced myself awake and was completely dumbfounded. I could understand the poltergeist activity with the furniture stacking. That kind of activity can occur during hormonal changes and or extreme emotional duress. I could not understand the presence of the little girl. A few days ago, while at work, I started thinking about this little girl and the way she looked at me. I thought about that formal white dress and it started to work my mind over a little. I am concerned that I may have killed that little girl. I mean she was the right age, a child, and again there was the pretty little Monarch-esque dress she had on. Even writing this now, I am getting vertigo and a strange electrical impulse through my body. Did she visit me from beyond? Perhaps a door was opened for her to show her anger and anguish over what happened. Was she a victim of my Monarch delta programming? I may never know until I find a medium or psychic that can help me. I am an empath, but cannot detach enough to assess this with my own feelings.
I can only hope she will forgive me and understand If I did harm or kill her, I was impaired and not in control of my mind or actions. ♥
I wanted to put on the record that I am feeling some strong empathic feelings concerning Obama. Two nights ago, while attempting to sleep, my thoughts went to Obama and my solar plexus area started to have intense electrical impulses. I could feel he was struggling with some issues. It was a lonely feeling -almost hopeless in its nature. I felt as if his back was against the wall on some issue. Recently, Sheriff Joe Arpaio had joined the ranks of those claiming his birth certificate was a fraud. Then there is the Andrew Breitbart conspiracy running concurrently along with the Arpaio and Iran issues. I really feel some imminent event is upon us. I can’t say what it is, but it will involve or profoundly affect Obama in some matter.
A dream two nights ago revealed some huge spiders that may be making their way to our everyday lives. I was with a group of people and we were gawking at what appeared to be a common house spider, but instead of being the size of a dime and weighing a gram or two, this one was modified to be several pounds and bigger than a shoe. Yesterday when I sat down to do deep breathing and some Silva training, I had a scene play under my eyelids of another strange variety of black spider running around a waste can. This one appeared to have dual sets of eight legs. I don’t know if it can technically be called an arachnid with sixteen legs, but it was a creepy frackin’ spider-ish bug if nothing else.
I have been casting out demons and I am noticing something at night now. I am waking up and seeing little red lights or tiny orbs that are red in color. They do not approach, but I am thinking that I may need to do a full house blessing and possibly do some smudging and get them out. I have a feeling as I have been purging demons from my body they have not left the house and are lurking around. It’s not scary, but it’s strange to wake up at 4 a.m. and see a red light peeking around the corner at you.
I have been rapidly merging with an alter personality. I think the term alter does no justice to what the circumstance really is . This isn’t just another personality, but another person. This person (ality) has lived and functioned like I have, but in an entirely different reality and apparently in other time lines too. Remember, I had a programming take off last fall and I was on location with Barack Obama after the New Madrid earthquake. R.I.P. St. Louis Missouri! I have both loved and hated you. That mega quake hasn’t happened yet, has it? Hmmm, it’s interesting to go back to a time when I was clueless about my programming and listen to my voice recordings. Very telling and very, very disclosing. Is it not?
One of my alter personalities has begun to assert himself strongly, very strongly into my life and affairs. This is one commanding, have a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up kind of guy. You don’t approach this guy and you don’t speak to him unless you are spoken to. You don’t step in front of him and you don’t look him in the eyes. He spoke at work one evening and said “I didn’t come to this planet to be nice.” I literally had to stop, rewind, and think about what just ejected from my mouth. I almost panicked. I thought to myself, “What the hell did I just say?” Later that evening, he spoke again and said “This is my fucking command!” I just answered with a “Yes Sir” in my thoughts. He is very strong in personality and doesn’t ask anything. He speaks to you and it’s the word of God. Period! I can feel a profound agony and pain and it’s very difficult to deal and live with. This alter has been through hell and back for sure. I can cut his feelings with a knife at times. I pray to those that administer to the universe for relief and some mercy. There has been a few times, he wanted to hurt people and I just had to fight it. I fight with his feelings several times a day. I’m certain the condition will improve with a little patience and time.
On March 2nd, when I rolled onto my left side and was facing East, I had a strange electrical impulse that came from my solar plexus area. A tiny beam of light was visible coming from my solar plexus. That is when I felt what Barack Obama was feeling and it was not good. It was a feeling of despair and anguish. I am now convinced this was my alter and he has an empathic connection to Obama and not me. I, Khris, do not hate Barack Obama, but do not have the utmost respect for the man. My alter seems to have a very strong connection and respect for Barack Obama. I still contend that some event is on the horizon that will permanently change things for Barack. It may be months away, but it’s coming.
I was notified today of my involvement in assembling structures on Mars. I was told that I have spent an incredible amount of time on Mars with other people. I received details of the suit I wore that looks similar to desert camouflage. I could breathe there but I did have a respirator pack that I could get oxygen from if I needed it. I always listened very intently to the “whistle blowers” about Project Pegasus. I’m not going to tell you that I remember Major Ed Dames because I DON’T.
I’m finding a new love and respect for myself as I continue to remember and experience the agony of merging with alters and reliving the electrocution during the torture. That happens more than I want to admit. It’s scary to have your muscles start to hammer and then feel current going through your heart. I used to not have such a great respect for myself, but now that I know what I’ve been through and the fact I’m still alive makes me feel a profound sense of love for my own existence. I even have a great love for my alter personalities. I may never know exactly what they have experienced in totality and I may not want to know.
I’m only going to address this once. It doesn’t matter to me what other people think or believe about me or my life. This blog is for me and if anybody else gets benefit or confirmation of their own experiences, then it’s a double positive. Any other correspondence from this *censored* will be deleted. Also, if it helps, I never claimed to be in Project Talent. I knew when I posted about being on Mars, shit might hit the fan. I hope nobody gets splattered.
Mr. Former Mad Hatter, your presence on my blog lets me know my blog is NOT bullshit. If it were bullshit, you would have never bothered. Thanks for the confirmation of mind control, torture and all the fixings and trimmings. Go play with your Sisterhood of the Flaming Reptile Penis in all it’s sacred majesty and leave me at peace.
Two evenings ago, I came home from work to listen to Duncan and Dave Corso on the radio with Randy Maugans. I was thrilled to hear what they had to say. I think just about every time I’ve heard Dave, Duncan or Miranda, a door opens and something about my programming will surface. I got home from work on Wednesday and I was actually tired. I fell asleep and woke up with a “start” approximately three hours later. When this happens, I have just got back from being out of body. I do not know who I was with or where I went. As usual, after an OBE experience, I cannot get back to sleep and I’m mentally alert. After being awake three hours, I had a snack and a glass of water. After the snack, I started to get drowsy. Just at the moment of edging off into the sleep realm, I had two different scenes flash under my eyelids. I have since lost what I witnessed, but after those two flashes, a short cartoon started playing inside my eyelids.
Watching the cartoon, I noticed it had some sort of strobing, flickering effect to it. I saw a scene of a blue dinosaur and a pink dinosaur. I think the pink dinosaur had a white stripe down her back. The dinosaurs had a child, a human child and a little pet dog. The child was a girl and I think she had pig tails and the family lived in a little house. As I watched this scene, I couldn’t help but ponder why they showed me this cartoon. My mind is very active and I have an extremely inquisitive personality. I continued to watch the “family” interact in a normal, happy, functioning manner. They seemed to love each other and be very comfortable. I finally drifted off to sleep.
Immediately after waking up, my mind turned to the strobing cartoon I watched and I had a revelation. I instantly understood why I was shown this cartoon. The dinosaur momma and poppa had a human little girl as their daughter. The dinosaurs were REPTILES. This cartoon was probably an early programming tool to get me comfortable with interacting and communicating with reptiles.
After further introspection, it occurred to me that I’ve seen this type of happy-go-lucky, let’s all love the reptiles (dinosaur) kind of thing before!
SURPRISE!
Barney The Reptile.
Yeah, I remember this very well. My little brother just loved Barney and my EMT partner at the time had a little boy who was head-over-heals crazy about BARNEY! Oh, the programming for children is so SINISTER! Remember his song?
I love you You love me We’re a happy family With a great big hug and A kiss from me to you Won’t you say you love me too? I love you You love me We’re best friends Like friends should be With a great big hug And a kiss from me to you Won’t you say you love me too?
(Censored) You Barney!
If this won’t give you the forward impetus to empty a clip into your television, I don’t know what will. This subject is very deep and creepy when you get submerged and investigate.
I was doing a little digging around on the internet for cartoons etc. dealing with dinosuars and reptiles. I found something on wikipedia that sparked my attention. It is a cartoon from the 1980′s dealing with reptiles, space ships and time travel. It was called Dino-Riders. I had to laugh at the plot and whole concept in general. The motto, “Harness the Power of Dinosaurs” or in my opinion “Harness the Power of Reptiles” is a tad “disclosing” to my senses.
I have to comment on the upside down, metallic looking triangle. I repeatedly see upside down triangles when I close my eyes and even had a dream of a necklace with an upside down metallic triangle attached to it. You can imagine my surprise when I saw the Logo for this cartoon.
Dino Riders
Here is the wikipedia overview of the cartoon:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dino-Riders
The Valorians were a peaceful race that had lived in harmony until the evil Rulons came and attacked them.[2] The Valorians tried to escape from the Rulon assault and attempted to use their “Space Time Energy Projector” (S.T.E.P.) to do so, however something went wrong and they ended up being sent back through time to the age of the dinosaurs.[2] Unbeknownst to them the Rulons in the spaceship Dreadlock were also sent back through time when the S.T.E.P. was activated.[2]
The Valorians, led by Questar, after making planet-fall use their AMP necklaces to telepathically communicate with the dinosaurs they come across and befriend them.[2] The Rulons, led by their leader Krulos, on the other hand used brainwashing devices known as brain-boxes to control dinosaurs for their own ends.[2] The Rulons then launched an attack on the Valorians, who call upon their dinosaur friends to assist them in fighting back. After successfully defeating the Rulons, the Valorians declare themselves to be the Dino-Riders.[2]
In regard to the dinosaur (and other animal) species present, the series is extremely anachronistic, showing late Cretaceous species like Tyrannosaurus Rex alongside species from earlier eras, including the Permian genus Dimetrodon, which lived 200 million years earlier, before dinosaurs existed.
Although awkward to discuss, I want to describe an experience where I was being hunted for reproductive fluid or at least the astral energy from the fluid. I was on the quintessential stainless gurney many report being on during abductions. There was a light over me. It was the type of light you might see in an emergency room or dental office. The surroundings had the appearance as if it were a doctor’s office of some type. You could see a kiosk where people were on the phone and computers. There was an area where files were stored. I was in an open bay. I believe all of this was fake and I was on a ship or in some facility. I was supine on the metallic gurney when a man came and sat on a stool next to me. He was a strange looking man to me. His appearance was that of a man from India mixed with Middle Eastern and perhaps an Asian race. He was definitely human looking, but his ethnicity was questionable.
He started rubbing my stomach clockwise and he gazed into my eyes seductively. He told me “it’s okay” and he made a slight grin. I instantly knew what was happening and I just shook my head indicating no to him. He continued to rub and pat my stomach and tell me it was okay. Next, he slowly lowered his head to my lips and attempted to kiss me. I turned my head to the left quickly and verbally told the man “it’s not going to happen.” He leaned back in his chair and started to giggle and made a posture using body language suggesting he had ample time to complete his mission. He again started to rub my stomach area and told me “it was okay” one more time. I just let him know I wasn’t going to submit to his will nor give consent to the abduction. He started to pat my abdomen again and quickly slammed his body downward and forced his tongue inside my mouth. I jerked my head away quickly causing our chins to collide. I was repulsed and very irritated by this aggressive action. He was also irritated, but he continued to grin even though I could see his frustration. He reached into a drawer and pulled out some tape. He wrapped me and the stretcher in tape in an attempt to immobilize me. Then, he sat back down with a smile on his face feeling confident he could do his dirty deed without further hindrance. I wiggled and broke the tape. This action on my part really frustrated the man. He gave up trying to seduce me and to get my consent. He rolled his stool down to my groin area and looked up towards me. I told him in a very irritated voice that his idea wasn’t going to happen. He started to bob his head up and down towards my groin area. He did not attempt to take my pants off and I was surprised by this. He began to bob his head up and down, faster and faster, until he was doing it so fast you could barely see his body moving. It would be the same if you turned on a fan and at full operating speed could only see the blur of the fan blades. I become very concerned about this action on his part as I realized I was not dealing with a human. A few moments later, I started to feel strange sensations in my groin area followed by the beginnings of getting an erection. I realized I was in trouble and could not control my endocrine function at that point in time. I woke up after this and was very rattled in bed. Something like this experience happened every night that week and I had reached my limit. I take certain actions every night I go to sleep to prevent this kind of sexual abuse and harassment from taking place. This incident happened about six weeks ago and since then no more have taken place. I think this incident was some sort of incubus/succubus activity.
Part Two
I was thinking about Janet and Stewart Swerdlow tonight. I have been considering becoming a member of their website and was just in general focusing on them. I have worked on some of their techniques with success and I want to investigate further. While thinking about them, my television and cable box started turning off and on. Next, my computer shut itself off. The interesting thing is my television and computer are plugged into different electrical outlets. Other things plugged into the same outlets didn’t shut off. It appears the only things that were shutting off were magnetic electronics. I have experienced this many times in the past. Electronics turn off and on quite often around me. Three nights ago, while having some anger issues, the light bulb in my night stand light started flickering. Perhaps I’ll do an entire post on this subject sometime.
I’m noticing on the forums, blogs and places like YouTube, there are some unfortunate situations arising. There is no doubt, the diabolical, sinister “Powers that Be” are engaging in some counter-intelligence measures to dilute the efforts of many REAL Monarch, MILABS, MK Ultra conscriptees/survivors. All of a sudden, we now have stereotypes forming for that dreaded word: Super Soldier. Apparently, they (Super Soldiers) are all military men of a hunky, handsome and youthful nature. Bullshit, it could be any man, even women, in your neighborhood and you would never know it! I’m seeing videos on YouTube romanticizing being a “Super Soldier” and how they really don’t want to kill people, (while they smile and laugh on camera) but it’s all done against their will. Then there are the claims to be this generation and that generation Super Soldier and on and on and on.
Let’s get something straight. I really don’t want to feed the word “Super Soldier” because it has already been romanticized in movies like “The Men Who Stare at Goats” and other places repeatedly.
It’s NOT trendy nor romantic to: kill, rape, maim, torture or humiliate children.
It’s NOT trendy nor cool to: assassinate people or damage property.
I’m really disgusted at all the smiling happy faces of the alleged “New Generation” Super Soldiers and MK Ultra/Monarch survivors. There is no doubt most of these people popping up are there to intentionally create confusion and disorder. Not all of them, but we know how to sort them out!
So, I ask the readers if any of these symptoms below are romantic, cool or trendy:
Nightmares
PTSD
Shakes/Trembles
Relives/Abreations
Fear
Panic Attacks
Rage
Depression
Sexual Problems
DID/ MPD (Multiple Personalities)
Health Problems
Implants ( Having Implants Squealing, Buzzing)
Being Abducted
Cognitive Problems
OCD
Strange Obsessions
Memories (Horrible Memories)
Strange Capabilities ( Destroying Electronics being Near them)
Constant Harassment
Inability to Be “Normal” or make Friends or have Relationships
I could go on and on, but I think the readers will get the point. It is not trendy, romantic nor cool to be taken from your parents and tortured, given multiple personalities and forced to do things to other children and people that are nothing less than diabolical. Enough of this horse sh*t that it is awesome, fun or cool to be a Monarch, MILAB, or MK Ultra survivor.
If you really ARE a survivor, then you know the only word to describe your life is:
Yesterday was my thirty-sixth birthday and it was mostly uneventful until I ventured into the sleep realm and I witnessed some interesting gala. March 25th is known as the day of the annunciation. It is the day Angel Gabriel announced to Mary she would bear the son of God. In Pagan traditions, the fertility of the goddess happens around spring equinox and possibly the days following.
I noticed a stage and chairs organized in neat rows in front of the stage. There was a female figure I was not familiar with introducing people as they approached the stage and took a seat. First, I saw Hillary Clinton with a younger man and they were introduced and a few words were said. Next, Madonna entered the stage with another young man. The master of ceremonies introduced Madonna and her partner and again made some comments. I remember standing and watching this event while all the chairs were full of people watching the proceedings. I happened to notice Madonna seemed to be pregnant. I didn’t think much of this until I woke up and began to break the situation down. We just entered spring equinox and that is when the fertility of the goddess takes place in Pagan traditions. I wish I could write more about what happened at this event. I found it very interesting this took place on the night of my thirty-sixth birthday. This was not my first rendezvous with Hillary Clinton, but it was with Madonna as far as I remember. It’s interesting Madonna seemed to conceive during the year of the dragon.
Update: I also wanted to add that I’m having Kundalini releases in my ankles and feet today. This is not a coincidence.
The following is a small portion of what information is available about fertility and spring:
In ancient Rome, the followers of Cybele believed that their goddess had a consort who was born via a virgin birth. His name was Attis, and he died and was resurrected each year during the time of the vernal equinox on the Julian Calendar (between March 22 and March 25). Around the same time, the Germanic tribes honored a lunar goddess known as Ostara, who mated with a fertility god around this time of year, and then gave birth nine months later – at Yule.
I am not an individual who gets star struck. I do not idolize or even much care about celebrities or people of prominence. I was not going to watch the royal wedding last spring; I really would rather have slept through it. I have a very low opinion of monarchies. The wedding was in the middle of the night West Coast time and I didn’t bother to set an alarm. As fate would have it, I woke up with about twenty-five minutes before the procession began. I was big into conspiracy and was expecting some spectacular event to take place. Since I had the intuitive feeling something or someone had awoken and aroused me out of a nice peaceful sleep, there must be something I was supposed to see.
I watched Shepard Smith and all the other talking heads babble on and battle about what colors the queen would wear. Then there was look, there is Elton John and that type of jargon. They bet on whether the bride would be on time or would she be late. Of course it’s the bride’s prerogative to be on time or run a tad late. Did anybody really give a damn either way? After ten minutes of this, I was ready to vomit and go back to sleep. A small voice inside me demanded I watch and pay close attention.
As the moment approached, my head over-filled with conspiracy ideas and concepts. I thought perhaps a sniper would kill the father of the bride. I considered the idea somebody may have planted a bomb in the abbey. So many things encircled my mind. I was wrong! I hadn’t even considered what my eyes were about to witness.
Here came the nice shiny, polished black car. In it was the father of the bride and the bride in a beautiful white dress. This was a Kodak Monarch moment if I ever saw one. Of course, I must mention I was five months away from knowing about my own involvement in MK Ultra, Monarch and MILABS. In retrospect, it’s a Monarch moment if I ever saw one.
The most important thing I want the reader to know about this article is the day that was chosen for the royal wedding. We have a calendar consisting of three hundred and sixty-five and one quarter days. The day of April 29th, 2011 was chosen for the wedding. This is the same day Hitler and his bride Eva were married shortly after midnight. These people had the rest of the entire year to choose another date and yet they still chose to get married sixty-six years to the day of Hitler and his bride.
This photo has a Monarch look to it.
After everybody had entered the abbey, I immediately noticed something. The priests were in colors I did not expect. This wedding was a spring wedding and I thought I would be seeing Easter and spring colors. I would have thought the priests would be in white and purple or something of that nature. What I noticed was shocking. One of priests was robed in red, black and white and the other was robed in red and gold. Black red and white are not colors for weddings. I have not been instructed as to the traditions of the monarchy, but something was wrong with this in my opinion.
I had begun to wonder if I was observing a black mass or at least a stripped down concept of black mass. Red and gold are often worn during spiritual warfare. Many times Archangel Michael has been depicted in red and gold while doing battle with the adversary. With both Prince William and Prince Harry in military uniforms and one of the priests in red and gold, I couldn’t help but question whether or not there was some sort of declaration of spiritual and physical war for the billions of viewers.
Here is a photo of two priests with who I believe to be Camilla. Notice the colors they wore.
Please watch this portion of a video from the movie Eyes Wide Shut. A guest on Coast-to-Coast AM discussed this movie with George Noory. The guest said he writes black masses and said this was a good example if I remember correctly. Notice what color the man was wearing when Tom Cruise got into trouble for being at the event. Hmmm, yeah, it was red and gold.
Take a look at the next photo of the choir boys and the colors they were wearing. Once again, red and white and then there is the Masonic black and white checkered floor. I do not get too heavily into Masonic conspiracy, but I have to tell you how Monarch that floor looked to me. High contrast is a huge trigger for me.
In this next photo, we have Prince William and I believe Prince Harry mingling with some of the clergy before or after the wedding. Take notice of the colors again. I repeat, this is a wedding and it’s spring. Easter was five days before this event.
This next photo is of the boys in the choir. I can’t help but wonder how they were chosen to be in the wedding. I have to ask if they are all Monarch boys. Notice their complexion. They almost seem like they are in shock as their faces are so pale. The boy on the far right could almost pass for a young actor in a vampire movie. I’m probably going off the deep end a little, but given my life experiences, I can’t help but question things.
The Queen of England showed up in a creamy lemonish yellow outfit. She shook hands with a man clad in gold and red. It’s an interesting photo even if you don’t find any issues with it.
I think I had asked enough of the readers by now. There were billions of people watching this wedding and I conclude there were Monarch and Satanic undertones to the event. I would be happy to hear the opinions of the readers. I wanted to do this article as a YouTube video last year, but that small voice told me to wait. I now know why and I’m glad I respected that.
I had an interesting evening and I wanted to share it with everyone. I can’t rule out a portion of the experiences to be related to two beautiful crystals which were gifted to me. About 2:00 a.m. yesterday, I started hearing the familiar noise in my right ear which is usually an implant. Not long after hearing that noise, faintly, I started hearing digitized beeping noises in my left ear. Imagine that weirdness. I heard a noise that sounded similar to air being blown through a metallic pipe and 1980′s MIDI sounding beeps in my left ear. As I was lying in bed, I started tonotice some very warm and beautiful sensations in my skull area. It was gentle and almost magnetic feeling. It was like getting a massage from some energy producing machine. Next, I started to feel a similar sensation in both of my temples. I felt an energy swirling in unison around both temples with the same magnetic effects I felt on my skull near the crown chakra.
I started to drift into sleep, when I heard something that sounded like an old fashioned phone ring. It woke me up and I decided to get a drink. When I got back in bed I started to hear the house pop and crackle. Something had went and caused a pressure change around my house. Then both my ears experienced a pressure drop at the same time. The house made more popping sounds and I could have sworn I heard some foot steps outside. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard the ringing noise again, but decided not to get out of bed. As I’m writing this, the bulb in my salt lamp is flickering and my house is once again experiencing popping noises everywhere. WOW! I remembering hearing other noises and I’m certain I was on a ship last night. In times past when the ships would come over the house, a sudden pressure shift could easily be detected. I woke up today after eleven hours of sleep. I usually need about six and a half to seven hours this time of year. I feel good and have not noticed any abuse to my body. I may have actually been visited by some benevolent beings last night. Hopefully the service they performed with my head and temples did some damage to the cranial wiring and implants I have. Perhaps I will know more about what took place soon.
Tonight, I’ll take you down a different road. Let’s take the nearest exit to woo-woo land and hopefully we’ll find an on-ramp back to reality or whatever we all recognize as reality. After thirty plus years or programming, ritualistic satanic abuse, sexual abuse, torture and being in the presence of werewolves, demons, reptiles and grays (Zetas), I may not be attuned to the clinical standard of reality. Maybe the rest of human kind are in la-la land and their concepts of reality need calibrated. Perhaps, reality is subjective.
Lately, I have been astounded by the number of people reporting interactions with wolves and werewolves. Last fall, when I remembered the sexual ceremony I was in with a werewolf, I thought that experience may have been unique to me. Now, I have to discard that concept as inaccurate. Recently I’ve read and listened to the testimony of other people involved in the ‘programs’ and I’ve learned these wolf experiences run very deep for many.
In 2010, I began to wake up with the sound of wolves howling. I read some of Whitley Streiber’s experiences with wolves howling and my experiences are not all too different. Many times at 3:00 a.m., I would be startled awake with the sound of a pack of wolves howling in concert. They would howl inside my head so loud, it was hard to comprehend the experience. This happened intermittently for a year and a half. Sometimes, while relaxing or remote viewing, I still hear wolves howling. I can only guess some of this is from my programming. Here is where things turn to the bizarre. One night, I heard an owl hoot in the distance in the early morning hours and within a second of hearing the hoot, I heard a pack of wolves howl. Now, let me be clear on what I just described; I was awake and alert when I heard the wolves howl. They were literally within a hundred feet of my house and I could hear them clearly. I live in a college town of fifty thousand people with over twenty thousand of them being college students. We do not have wolves running around in this town. I was not scared, but definitely on high alert status. I was so shocked they manifested in the physical, I could barely process the situation. The owl and wolves faded, but I was left awestruck in my bed.
The following is an except from a non-related post describing an experience I had with a werewolf:
The reason I had to explore the idea my birth chart may have been manipulated is because my blood and semen have been taken many times and I have dream/memory recalls of doing ceremonies. These consist of me speaking Latin and casting circles and calling up demons. I have had dreams of Sex Magick as well. I have had astral sex as well as an encounter sexually with a werewolf. The werewolf had body strength of titanium. His strength was super-human. His body was covered in what was similar to Terrier dog hair but longer and pricklier. You could see the muscles in his legs and body. He had pointy dog ears and red eyes. His penis was completely covered in hair and his erection was like a piece of stone. I had two middle aged men behind me and they were taking turns sodomizing me. I was between seventeen and eighteen years old when this incident happened.
The subject of werewolves or people turning into them is nothing new. Books and movies by the dozens have been written and produced on this topic. Why though? Is there more to this subject than most realize? I think so! James Casbolt a.k.a Michael Prince, in the ‘bases’ interview series, available on YouTube, discusses seeing the Queen of England taking on the appearance of a wolf . Another woman I admire, who is well known in E.T. and U.F.O. circles, has had a run-in with a werewolf. Her description of the werewolf matched mine exactly. In the 1930′s we had The Werewolf of London. Remember Teen Wolf with Michael J. Fox? Teen Wolf was a movie released in 1985 about a teenager who becomes a werewolf. Now, the current generation has the Twilight franchise with the all too familiar vampires vs. werewolves theme. We have to toss in Lost Girl for added measure. In this new series, there is an alpha shape shifting werewolf. Last, but not least, we have to mention Being Human. This series is about a ghost, vampire and you guessed it, a werewolf living together.
I do not exactly know what is going on with the shape shifting and werewolf activities, but mark my words, this issue is far from over. This is not just a matter of great ratings for the television networks or ticket sales. There are thousands of topics which can get excellent ratings and sell tickets. We are collectively being told something by the continued production of movies, books and other media about who or WHAT certain people are. Notice how these subjects are marketed and targeted towards teenagers. This romanticizing of violent deaths with erotic behavior is designed to desensitize the youth to these dark matters. The current meme is vampires and werewolves just trying to fit in and find their path with ordinary people. In the Twilight movies, the vampires, the ‘nice’ vampires, only drink animal blood. This attempt to soften the genre up and make werewolves and vampires more likeable and accepted is at minimum freaky and in reality, diabolical.
Please take a look at this beloved lady and her blog. This is very heart wrenching testimony.
Both of these posts describe her experiences with wolves and werewolf programming.
In Media and Popular Culture,Werewolves and Wolf Shape Shifters, Never Fade Away.
Here is Michael J. Fox as the teen wolf.
The WereWolf of London from the 1930′s
The shape shifting alpha werewolf from the Lost Girl.
The Twilight saga. Notice the wolf blended into the scenery.
Here is the gang from Being Human. A werewolf, vampire and ghost live together.
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Take a look at this new Volvo commercial. It deals with a wolf and a blood red Volvo car. I cringed and got the chills at the end by what little boy did.
Duran Duran, a British new wave band, has/had a song titled Hungry Like The Wolf. Let’s review the lyrics to that piece of music. The song lyrics come across as a man on the prowl for a women he’s feeling romantic towards. The lyrics are haunting in my opinion.
“Hungry Like The Wolf”
Darken the city, night is a wire
Steam in the subway, earth is a afire
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo
Woman, you want me, give me a sign
And catch my breathing even closer behind
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo
♦♦♦
In touch with the ground
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Smell like I sound, I’m lost in a crowd
And I’m hungry like the wolf
♦♦♦
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I’m hungry like the wolf
♦♦♦
Stalked in the forest, too close to hide
I’ll be upon you by the moonlight side
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo
High blood drumming on your skin, it’s so tight
You feel my heat, I’m just a moment behind
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo
♦♦♦
In touch with the ground
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
A scent and a sound, I’m lost and I’m found
And I’m hungry like the wolf
Strut on a line, it’s discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine, I’m after you
Mouth is alive, all running inside
And I’m hungry like the wolf
♦♦♦
Hungry like the wolf
Hungry like the wolf
Hungry like the wolf
♦♦♦
Burning the ground, I break from the crowd
I’m on the hunt, I’m after you
I smell like I sound, I’m lost and I’m found
And I’m hungry like the wolf
♦♦♦
Strut on a line, it’s discord and rhyme
I’m on the hunt, I’m after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I’m hungry like the wolf
Sunday was a powerful day in many ways. I got to visit a great friend of mine who has been ill lately. I had been in phone contact with her while she was sick, but we hadn’t visited much. This allowed her to get rest and me not to catch her bug. After some chat, we went and got a pizza. After we ate and chatted some more, she decided to wash her hands and take a look at my Blue Arcturian sculpture I got from Cynthia Crawford in December 2011. When she first held the sculpture in December, her Reiki came on and the sculpture began to take Reiki. She was amazed as nothing like this had happened to her before. She had never had something inanimate accept Reiki in the past.The first night I had the beautiful sculpture, I had an uncommon experience: A bomb of gold lightning (or at least that’s what I’m calling it) went off inside my head. It was quite explosive and beautiful.
While she held the sculpture Sunday, she started to laugh some. She saw me with a young Arcturian child on the floor playing. He was teaching me how to levitate and float objects around. I was a toddler when he first came to see me. An adult was in the back ground, but was somewhat cloaked and didn’t stand out too much. On one of his visits, his eyes had changed from a brownish color. When I noticed his eyes had made some sort of transition, he did a little dance and was very happy. They were now a yellowish color. This was some milestone for him in his own evolution. He would come at night when my parents were asleep and the both of us would have a light source around us provided by him. She saw him come with a ‘parent’ until he was approximately nine years old at which point he was advanced enough to visit me on his own. She said he had been around and watching and providing certain protections most of my life. I asked my father, a year ago, if there was anything strange about my childhood. I was trying to find out what age my contact with other life forms had started. He said I didn’t appear to act strange to him, but I would be awake all night and talking to somebody as a toddler and child. He told me he or my mom would have to get up a few times a week and put me to get back into bed. They weren’t mad at me, but they didn’t know who I was interacting with; I know exactly who I was interacting with now.
One of the biggest hurdles many people who’ve suffered in the black projects will tell you is getting over painful abandonment issues. The disconnect from society and Providence is excruciating . To know my young Arcturian friend was there for me and at least came to play and comfort me, brought tears to my eyes. Last night, while enjoying a hot salt bath, I closed my eyes and saw him. He was unique looking and I can only surmise he was the equivalent to eight or nine in human 3d years.
I’m sad to report and a little angry too, my abductions have not stopped. It appears that more than one group is abducting me and implant wars are going on. My Reiki attunements did some damage to my cranial implant. There was an issue with my left bicep implant as a result. That left bicep implant was blown out as it was causing extreme interference with my life. Imagine your bicep quivering, violently at times, all day and all night. Recently, I had two new implants placed into my spine and another new one in the back of my skull. Last night, I relived, to a small extend, the surgery. I felt several pokes, like needles sticks in in my back and towards my left scapula. They needle sticks hurt, but it wasn’t the worst pain I’ve ever dealt with. Two implants about the length of long grain rice were inserted deep into my back muscles. There were two men who escorted me into a room and a young female doctor that did the procedure. This was a military operation of some sort. The next implant in my brain is E.T. in nature or far as we can tell it is. It is very sophisticated. They shaved a cube into the back of my head and did the procedure. There was a scab that took a month to fall off. My friend believes that somebody benevolent put the cranial implant in as an over-ride to the other implants that were installed. I feel like a slave just thinking about this. Around midnight last evening, I heard the implant in my brain for a few minutes. It produced a myriad of low frequency hums with some high frequency digitized sounds. My neck and upper spine have been sore and inflamed for a while and now I know why. The massage therapist said on Friday there was a magnetic energy in my cervical spine when she was massaging that area. It was on Sunday at my friend’s house we discovered the implants were there. My friend has had two implants removed this year. Her ear implant was removed in January and last month a cranial implant was removed. She was scheduled for an MRI, so somebody was looking out for her. Even after I’ve broke my contracts with the military industrial complex and satanic organizations, they still abduct me. I’m certain this is going to get worse before it gets better. It’s demoralizing.
Just after I washed my hands to do Reiki on my friend, she and I, at almost the exact moment, felt we were being monitored. When I put my hands on her, I got an electrical sensation over the right side of my face and even through my eye that lasted most of the time I did Reiki on her. She saw a man in a white van with an ear piece in and he was listening to us. He was somewhat thin and had wire framed glasses on. We were definitely being monitored. This was nothing new to either of us. Next, she saw me around six years old being taken into a room with a group of boys my age. We were all in dark green clothes and they were thick and somewhat industrial looking. There were adults in the room,including the man doing surveillance on us Sunday, but they did not interact with us. She said this man was in his twenties and was there in the room with me and the other boys when I was a little guy. He may very well have been assigned to monitor me my entire life. She said it was definitely him in the van listening thirty years later. Again, I feel enslaved. This shit is too much to handle as an adult! I can’t even imagine what It was like as a child. I asked my friend if the clothing seemed military in nature or something else. She said it reminded her of prison. She got the vibe we were being treated, all the boys, as prisoners. What a fucked up world we live in.
These are made by Cynthia Crawford and the photo below is an example of an Arcturian. This is the Arcturian plaque.
To military intelligence groups and the CIA, NSA, et all:
I was told I could go “home” in 2009, but I would have to make the decision. I took some time to think and work through my feelings. I choose to stay and fight. I told the mighty presence who came to me that I wanted to go, but I felt so strongly that I have to take a role in the “main event” coming to this planet very soon. I felt awful for humanity and I couldn’t leave. With that being said, listen carefully! I’M IN THIS! I’m not backing down, I’m not negotiating, and I’m not surrendering. Abductions, surveillance and all the other bullshit that is going on, will not stop me. I will continue my blog and to speak out about the vile acts being done to children and the rest of humanity. I will continue until I’m dead or I have succeeded, whichever comes first.
Last night was another interesting and fun filled evening of anomalous occurrences, abduction and programming relives. I’m exhausted today, but I’m sound of mind. With almost nightly activity and much of it intense in nature, I can’t escape the feeling that something is about to happen with conditions on Earth. I sense a very strong ramping up on the parts off all parties involved in the epic saga for power and domination and by those intending to curtail the coming holocaust. I’m tired and somewhat weary, but I have never in my life felt an internal strength and such an unshakable will to stand for what I know is right. I’m truly a rock right now.
In the early morning hours, there was a lot of errant noises on the block. Bangs and popping sounds filled the street and the motion detectors almost everyone has on their porches were being triggered continually. I opened my curtains many times to figure out why it was so bright outside and could not see any presence, animal or human. After a few hours of the motion lights triggering and turning off, the neighbor’s car alarm went off. It has never done that before. I immediately jumped out of bed and opened the curtain to once again detect no visible presence. I got back in bed and instantly the high pitched noise in my right ear started up, complete with pressure changes and partial deafness for a few moments. I got a feeling of expanding in consciousness and rising upward. Approximately four hours later, I woke up with a start. I was alert and wide awake. I knew had either gone out of body or was being returned from somewhere or something. I wasn’t awake very long when I felt an awkward sensation in my right ear. Palpitating the area behind my right ear, I found a new bump. This happens a few times per year. I don’t know whether I had another implant change out or just service/maintenance performed. It was sore to the touch for a while and the swelling has gone down some. The tissue deep inside the area behind my ear is sensitive.
After being awake for about three hours (which is usual after an abduction or out of body experience), I was getting drowsy and ready to entertain the idea of a few more hours sleep. I closed my eyes and saw spiders and alien heads moving around inside my head. After a few minutes of the spiders, I saw the familiar strobing under my eyelids and there was a program running that would be similar to a well done PC video game. I sensed I was in a helicopter and was above some rocky desert trailing some type of humanoid beings. After fifteen seconds of that, another program loaded and it seemed to be some kind of targeting program. Perhaps I was in a helicopter simulator, but I cannot be for sure. For two nights in a row, my programming has been surfacing as well as pain from torture and implant surgeries. The night before last, the electricity in my hands burned for several minutes. The electrocution was done to split me off into an alter personality. I believe the constant abductions are triggering the programming and pain relives.
You can see the knot and redness behind my right ear. The second photo is a beautiful light blue colored orb that appeared on one of the photos when I missed my ear and photographed the ceiling by mistake.
There has been an overwhelming response to my request for a collective effort to counter the efforts of the dark cabal being levied against us. The idea is for the people on WordPress and perhaps over venues to unite in contemplation and meditation and focus our intents and energies collectively. The main goal is to provide protection and relief to all of us who are experiencing, lethargy, confusion, irritation and other negative symptoms. Many are getting triggered or feeling suicidal. There is a blatant attempt to stop the healing and spiritual progress of those of us who’ve been in MK-Ultra, Monarch, Milabs etc. We shall not take this lying down.
The plan is to have as many of us as possible on Sunday, April 22nd, 2012 to go into a quiet space and focus, meditate and do whatever spiritual actions you feel comfortable with or believe in and negate the negative, destructively qualified energies and frequencies being thrown at us all. Many of us are going to be in action around 6 p.m. Pacific time on Sunday. If you cannot join us in that time zone, please choose any time on Sunday to participate. Please ask that your efforts and intents be merged with the intents of everybody else that has participated on Sunday. If you have any questions or further thoughts, please contact me. My email is Khris_neal@Yahoo.com.
Here is a list of my intents and items I will be working on.Much is this is from Michael Relfe. You can do an internet search on him.
Demand-Ask-Request- All scalar Attacks be cut off and FOREVER prevented in the future.
Demand-Ask-Request -All Radionic attacks cut off and FOREVER prevented in the future
Demand-Ask-Request- All Psychotronic attacks cut off and FOREVER prevented in the future.
Demand-Ask-Request- All Remote viewing and remote surveillance be cut off and FOREVER prevented in the future.
Demand-Ask-Request- All Witchcraft, dark magick, curses,spells,hooks (including disease and death hooks) be shattered and FOREVER prevented in the future.
Demand-Ask-Request- All Command & control operations of the enemy be destroyed and FOREVER prevented from being operated in the future.
Demand-Ask-Request- All Energy supplies, drains and remote influencing be severed and FOREVER prevented in the future.
Demand-Ask-Request- God, I AM, Higher Self, etc. to Destroy all the bases, assets and ships of (Negative) Reptilians, Winged Serpents, Draconians, Gray Aliens, Insectoids and FOREVER prevent their diabolical plans from manifesting against any of God’s people or substance.
Demand-Ask-Request- All Soul ties,contracts, communication points, insertion points and all Implants be severed, rendered unusable and inoperable to the negative ETs military intelligence, NSA, CIA, DOD, NID, FBI etc.
Demand-Ask-Request- Impregnable shields, force fields, walls of protection be put around all who are holding to the higher ideals and attempting to serve life the constructive way. Demand they be sustained infinitely without end and constantly expanding
Demand-Ask-Request- All demonic attachments and possessions be removed and the person(s) be forever sealed from further intrusion or attacks.
Demand-Ask-Request- All stalking: Gang, cyber, dream lodge, and in the waking state be FOREVER PREVENTED.
Demand-Ask-Request- The sinister plans, operations, bases, equipment, activities of the enemy be made revealed to all man kind and their intentions exposed.
Demand-Ask-Request- Divine intervention on behalf of all children everywhere on the Earth from being kidnapped and placed in programs where they are systematically tortured, raped, humiliated and slaughtered. Demand divine dispensations to stop all Military Abductions and needless desecration of children and adults.
Demand-Ask-Request- All energy, life force and essence that was sapped, drained, stolen from any and all of us be returned immediately.
Demand-Ask-Request- All irritations, lethargy, exhaustion, negative thought forms, triggers,health problems etc. be shattered and FOREVER prevented from acting in our lives and worlds.
Here is a list from the comments section of ideas and suggestions. I love these ideas too and will utilize them. Thanks to everybody that helped me get this organized.
Demand-Ask-Request – All GOD consciousness trapped in programming cubes and in other forms of traps must be released and never trapped again.
In addition to your list which i think is brilliant, here is my two pence worth, some more ideas,some of it you may find useful if not disregard. as you can see this takes into account another angle which may be present:
1.Theta healing commands
It is commanded to:
Remove any and all guilt
Remove any and all false beliefs that you are evil
Remove any and all belief that you deserve to suffer and be attacked
Remove all beliefs about needing to suffer to do penance, such as karma
Remove any curses put on you by yourself or others in this and other lives
Download knowing what it feels like, knowing that it’s possible to, knowing how to (all the following):
• Forgive yourself
• Accept God/Creator’s forgiveness (and download creators definition of forgiveness)
• to know that you are a perfect and innocent child of God/Spirit/Creator [whatever works for you]
• to know that as a child of God you are perfectly invulnerable.
• To know what its like to live without attack
• To remember your true identity as a child of God
All of the above removals and downloads to be done:
• On all 5 levels
• For all parts, alters and the spaces in between
• On all dimensions
2. hopono opono (spelling?)
To do this you consider in your mind the attack situation, and while holding it in mind say these four phrases to God/creator [note you are saying these to Creator, not to any attacker]
-I’m sorry
-please forgive me
-thank you
-I love you
Can be said many times the more the better
3. This prayer from A Course in Miracles, has saved me from attack and dispelled all kinds of adverse situations for me. To the perceived attacker, in your mind say:
“I give you to the Holy Spirit as part of myself
I know you will be released unless I want to use you to imprison myself
In the name of my freedom I choose your release
Because I recognise we will be released together.”
May sound very weird i know,all i can say about the last is, it’s saved my life a few times I think.
I’m ready to be done with Former White Hat and continue with important discussion topics. I received another comment from the White Hat/Mad Hatter today for moderation. I decided to click his name to go to the Former White Hat blog to see Mr. Misery’s latest post. When I clicked the name Former White Hat, I was routed to another blog on wordpress.com. The blog I was routed to was louiskhannin.wordpress.com. Oh but let me guess. He set up an elaborate trap to fool us all and send us on another wild goose chase to discover his identity. You must remember when you have multiple accounts on wordpress, they will link in one fashion or another. Were NOT fooled, fool. I’m done with this for a long time. Thanks everybody for your patience.
Thanks to everybody who has been asking about me lately. I am still recovering from my implant, but it’s a lot better now. I have had a lot to do recently, so I’ve not been as active on the blog. I’m caught up now and working on several posts. Thanks again for all your love and kindness.
I am going to take a few days or maybe the rest of this week off from WordPress. During my Reiki session tonight, it was confirmed that I have yet another new implant. I woke up today and tried to use my rebounder, but I couldn’t. I had middle back pain and I found a swollen red bump. I have had moderate pain all day and it has been more intense tonight. I learned more about my experiences on Mars and they are fascinating. The chip/processor in my brain is used in conjunction with a helmet/visor that allows me to operate the craft with my brain. I have even heard it function while trying to sleep. It makes some rather curious high and low frequency noises.
We have been at this for six months without a break and I just need a few days to gather my thoughts. I also need to find some sort of pain management as well. I don’t know whether to use heat or ice. Please don’t worry as the pain is not severe, but it’s about what you might experience with basic outpatient surgery with no anti-inflammatory or pain medications.
Please send your love and intent to heal this newest wound and edition to my already RoboCop’d body!
I want to say thanks a million times over to everybody that helped broadcast and disseminate the word about our gathering of hearts and minds yesterday. I want to offer another thank you a million times over to every person who participated yesterday. I personally am more alert and at peace. My confusion and irritations are gone. If anybody doesn’t feel better, please let me know so we can go to work to help you.
Thanks To:
Randy Maugans
Duncan and Miranda
Annalie
Polly
Cat
Sarah Stanga
Caroline
Miracles and Light
and many many other people…
As a punishment last night, I woke up after three hours of sleep and heard running all the way around my house and some loud metallic sounds. Today the middle of my back is sore and I can’t use my rebounder. It appears I got a new implant in the middle of my back last night. I still feel tremendously better energetically and if anybody needs more assistance, please contact me.
