And the Rocks Cried Out (and Creeped Me Out)

I once went to one of those weekend spiritual gathers. I had hit a strange bout of insomnia before it so by the time I got to the gather I was pretty sleep deprived. I drove up from Florida, exploring along the way.

Two weeks of not sleeping. I was the first one to arrive. I stepped out of my car, put my left foot on earth at the spiritual grounds, and was greeted with a very loud "You're here!!!!" from everything nearby. It was like the rocks practically shouted. (No the rocks didn't shout.)

I spent the next several days being stared at and poked at by every spiritual anything in the area.

I couldn't go anywhere down a path without everything lining up along the side like they were watching the Queen of England go by. They grouped in sizes according to day, too, starting with the little folk and ending with tall ones that loomed over me like trees in the end. And the last few days were spent with me standing in the middle of the water hole as far from land as I could get while watching spiders, dozens and dozens of spiders, climb the rocks to try to get close to me. I mean I was inspected by *everything*.

I was kind of keeping to myself about it for a while. Even if I didn't think I was imagining it, there are just some things you get used to I guess? Getting stared at a lot, even if it had never been quite like that before. Then one of the volunteers, who had just got into voudoin and accepted her spirits into herself, tricked me into her camp to interrogate me all night long. It was like here we go talk talk talk, BTW what ARE you? Everything here is so excited to see you and I want to know what the hell is going on.

I never gave her a straight answer because I wasn't sure myself back then. I told her to ask them what the hell, and she said they're confused. They're saying they have never seen anything like you before. At the time I took that to be slightly disappointing (it would have been nice to know what they saw). I also felt and now even more realize, wait a minute. If they recognized me when I got there then why are they confused and wotnot? Something doesn't add up, unless volunteer was lying or being lied to.

And I don't remember most of the conversation at all. The only part that is clear is when I happened to look around into the night and saw one of the leaf elves off in a guarding position - which is what they do, and no I couldn't tell you what kind of alien they are or what they are - and then it took a draft on a cigarette. My mind was utterly blown, and I went off at the volunteer for a while freaking out because this elf wasn't being all Tolkien at me. It was smoking a cigarette while eavesdropping from about a dozen or more feet away, and that was just so... mortal.

After the talk, the peeping died down (although the spiders did have to take their shot and did) and then the gather was over. I forget where up North it was. I can't remember but I think that was also the year I was given that dream by Hubbard or whichever writer that was.

I was driving home and was just north of Kingsland, Georgia when it hit me while crossing over a bridge. Someone had decided to pull me out of body. It was so strong I couldn't fight it. I pulled over just in time at the bottom edge of the little bridge onto the grass and passed out.

I opened my eyes in the middle of a ritual fire pit and looked up while the volunteer, the gather leader, and a third man stared at me. I can't tell if you if they tried commands or what they were after. I can only tell you it almost killed me.

I woke up in a few hours and went on home. Confronted the leader about it but he denied it indirectly.

I also believe one of the group members who had died just before the gather was using me to channel. I kept hounding this one girl to say things to her even though I didn't know her (she was close to him), and I couldn't control these feelings of abandonment and being left out when people did things like a memorial and I wasn't invited because I didn't know the dragon. Things just kept coming out of my mouth and I had no control. I had gotten some sleep by then, so it wasn't sleep dep. I mean as soon as I set up camp I could finally rest. The sleep dep was over.


As a result of this being used like that I made a complete ass of myself.

So I also took on a new rule. My body. Go get your own, dammit. I've been pretty adamant about that rule. I can channel just like Hollywood, but... no. People are assholes and they don't like to get permission. It's not fair to anyone when that happens.

His response

"I think you're fairly correct on your assumptions. I haven't gotten into the abduction scenario much. Not from disbelief , just hasn't crossed my path. I do know that Dr Persinger was able to reproduce alien abduction in the lab by bombarding the temporal lobes of volunteers brains with ELF. They fully believed they were abducted. His research was Navy funded. So, I believe many abduction cases may in fact be government experimentation with directed energy to make victims believe that's what happened. "

This meant I had another question, so. I asked. It meant I had to go over some old stuff I've already talked about here, so I did it in brief.

"Thank you for taking the time to reply. I have been listening a radio interview with you and Dr. Duncan... and some accounts someone put out from interviews on the matter. I remember Dr. Duncan (was it?) discussing Dr. Persinger's research and how different levels create different sensations. I remember him especially saying at 15 people can't tell if its their thoughts or not. (I'm starting to be able to tell, but you have to be ready to examine yourself all of the time.) So I have another question (or maybe two, depending on how I have to phrase it). I truly hope you don't mind.

In my case I actually woke up in the middle of an abduction exercise. I was "cued", got out of bed and met these two men at the door who realized I was lucid. When they did, one of them stepped behind me and everything goes black. I woke up with a small sore on the back of my head that persisted on being there until only just recently. It's been a couple of years. My daughter also woke up with the same sore, but hers went away faster.

They were wearing dress blues, but not the kind my husband would wear. (He's army.) I can barely remember the layout of the decorations now.

So my question is: can this technology simulate such a memory? I mean, into making you think such a physical thing happened.

Dr. Karla Turner talked about a technology the aliens used she called holographic where the victim would be fooled into believing events were happening. The abductee would go through the entire scenario of aliens coming to them or going to the aliens, have a conversation in which they could be seen interacting with something that's not there, and they would never have to leave their bedroom.

It has come out that a lot of "alien abductions" are not in fact done by non human entities for a while now. But because of this, it is becoming a growing belief that either aliens don't exist or less than 10% are really alien abductions. This is becoming a problem, because I think that with everyone's inability to look at the issue holistically we are missing important details. But I won't bore you with that.

Thank you for taking the time to answer my initial email. I do greatly appreciate it. I will try not to bother you with more questions, it's just realizations coming to fruit you know."

Ramiel Nagel On How To Reverse Root Canals, Cavities, Gum Disease & Tooth Decay Naturally

another letter I sent out.

Dr. Hall,

I've had your research (rather: the situation) brought to my attention numerous times over the past several years or so, even to the point that I (an ebook formatter) formatted a book written by a TI who seemed very friendly and open to educating... until I got too close and she kind of exploded on me. I would like to read your book, but the truth is in my situation (and others like me) we are kept so impoverished we have to work long hours and reading is a thing of the past. I tried to see if you had your book available in audio so I could listen to it while I work (I work at home) but no luck. I hope you manage to get it into audio someday.

I have a question for you if you don't mind my asking and taking a moment to answer (if you get this). I am a MILAB, and it's thanks to my husband's research that I learned that what little I do remember of my night time excursions as a child match some of the old MKultra training. The old training from before they learned you could induce the mind trauma quickly and cheaper through hypnosis and implanted memories.

I have this problem where I'm not really allowed to have too many people close to me. I've literally watched the more stubborn people grow paranoid and fearful over time, and the more they fought to stay in my life the worse things got until one day they would leave in a traumatic and painful affair. When I was younger, I had several people who were interested in doing things with me come a day later and tell me "their spirit guides" had told them to leave and have nothing to do with me. I had one boyfriend get abducted with me and was just horrified by what he seemed to remember but would not share. I've watched people's faces as, while they're talking to me, their thoughts literally shift and they create a distance. That's enough in a nutshell, but there are a lot of examples. They're not all spiritual related. It has happened at schools, at home, wherever. It doesn't matter.

When I was much younger my own "spirits" told me I had to be separate, that I was an untouchable and an example. And it's been a long life of loneliness and pain... and yes even suicide attempts. It will ebb and flow depending on my activities, but even when I try to run by moving it stays on my back like white on rice.

Now I know that 40 years of this leads to a jaded personality and the inability to trust, so these days some of the issues are mine. I know that I have negative moments. I know if I start to share what has happened to me people sometimes burst into tears, as if those tears could somehow make it all go away. But sir, I have contacted every UFO and MILAB researcher there is in my quest for the truth and a desperate leap to try to get the help I need. In literally each and every contact, something has happened and contact has been cut. Some wouldn't get involved because I wouldn't accept Jesus Christ as my personal lord and savior. One's wife died and he just... went away... One experienced financial ruin. I had a psychiatrist hang up on me, I had another tell me I was a "garden variety" nervous wreck after only one visit and that I had nothing to worry about. Don't get me started on the very traumatic time I managed to save enough money to get hypnotherapy done. Eve Lorgen, who managed to keep talking to me the longest, faded herself out... I can only guess that she decided I wasn't good for her. I do have to tread carefully around people. I don't know why but when I'm talking, people get hurt. And I honestly don't know why... because my account of being captured by Greys can't be any different than the other abductee's account. Yet somehow my stories alienate people, and usually the alienation happens as if someone just flipped a switch.

I try to make contact with others like me: I have tried to establish numerous support groups in the interest of being some sort of positive mote in this. I have had take overs, push outs, petty politics, and the most recent time a man who called himself Iron Buddha came to my meetings, told everyone he was a government employee, and proceeded to use careful phrasings to discourage people (while supposedly encouraging them) and bust the group apart. I could be paranoid. I could be crazy - my little brother hears voices and didn't make it out of the abuse the way I did - but after 50 or so tries to create ties you begin to wonder if it's not you.

This brings me to my question. Have you come across anyone that is in a similar situation like me that is being targeted by the mind control rays? Is it possible they also use this technology to keep slaves in check and isolated, to keep the herd in their respective pens as it were? What if that's how this technology was originally used and why it was originally put into place and now that we have these young little turds taking the place of everyone that's retiring, we have this rampant sexual abuse problem?

I'm not saying that this would be the only way to keep your slaves in control, but with MKultra I've noticed that really it's a matter of handler preference coupled with strategic choices and a variety of techniques - which make things slightly harder to track you have to admit. So on top of suicide programming and a host of other things... there is this as well?

And is there any legitimate way to line the walls of your bedroom to protect your family? Lately there have been other problems happening around here. Just the other day in the hall I was on the phone talking to the only contact I have left and hit someone with my backside. I turn around and there was no one there. I wasn't near the wall. And it felt like flesh. I felt them bump slightly, as if they just didn't move out of the way fast enough. And that's just one thing.

The part of me that knows things - the part that will ponder why the air around a Beamship is thick enough to grab or knows about the black goo that drips off of American personal spacecraft that just reentered the atmosphere - says to me that this is not 100% me. That yes, part of it is an attempt to keep me isolated from everyone else. But am I just being crazy like my little brother?

I hope you can give me some answers.

Thank you,

Blue

Jim Marrs ~ NWO Suppressed Technology

Blood

I have had RH negative blood. I'm type AB. And when I was pregnant with my son, my blood was RH negative. But my husband's blood was RH positive. This put my son at risk of dying an infant death - something that happened to my eldest brother - so they gave me a shot to make the problem go away. So that after the birth my blood was RH positive. I can't remember if my blood was negative or positive when I was pregnant with my daughter, but I do remember the shot which they gave me because of what happened with my son. I found an article talking about how if you have RH negative blood and a high IQ you might be part alien. But I look at my family history and the fact that my family grew up watching documentaries and smart people things, and I gotta say: if you're raised in a smart environment there's a pretty good chance you'll end up smart. No reptilian blood required. RH negative may just happen to be a human condition that might account for the millions of cradle deaths over the centuries, and nothing more. Like appendicitis. It's like people saying that glamoring is an alien trait, or something for humans with alien blood. And it's all so messed up. Apparently the Sumerian Annunaki took their DNA and created the modern human race out of Lucy, but yet there are only some select people who have alien DNA. Do you people realize how stupid that sounds? If the Annunaki or some other alien race perpetuated a rushed evolution of humanity through mingling of their DNA, then *everyone* of human descent has this proverbed alien DNA. Ergo, therefore, and other simple logic that gets thrown out the window. And what this means is you're not effing special for being able to point to your extra rib and say you're not quite human because it simply is not true. And maybe it's my red background that gives me the following knowledge, but glamoring is not a strictly alien talent. It's not something select people are given by their alien masters in this day and age. It's a very *human* trait. If you track back shamanistic glamoring and shapeshifting, you'll find a common theme. Shamans can do it - they're taught to harnass this ability by their mentors. Lycanthropes did it, and others. I mean sure there are predators that have used the ability to prey on human kind. But there are just as many humans who can do it. If you connect yourself inside and listen to yourself you have a better chance of finding it. And some people think you have to be born an innate shaman to become a shaman. Well that's bullshit too. Yes, there are some people whose gifts are strong enough that being a shaman is the best course. It is a proven fact that practicing magic will balance hormones and calm someone with depression or some other chemical imbalance. In other words, magical people have a medical need to be magical. However, there are other people who just wanted to be it and went out and learned. One of the best psychic leaders the government ever employed started out as a guy that was recruited just because, that had no imagination whatsoever, and he grew to be very strong indeed. Alien blood not required. Now don't get your panties in a wad. If you think you're part reptilian/annunaki/martian because of your RH negative blood maybe that's true. But because it's not *necessarily* true I have to question using that as a deciding factor of your human ancestry. And if you're telling me it's always true because some alien contact told you it was true, I have to swing back to Karla Turner's philosophy: The aliens have been proven to be consummate liars. The aliens have proven to be manipulators, life ruiners, and baby thieves. The aliens tell their pets they're special and give them "missions" that never hold true. ("I'm a super powerful alien because I have RH negative blood!" equals "I'm special!" by the way.) And even if the aliens are telling the truth, it is only hearsay. And hearsay does not hold in a court of law, in logic, in the scientific process. Hearsay, in my experience, only holds in church. And in church, hearsay is nitpicked by the people who only say what they want to hear. Get me some reptilians willing to give me blood samples. Give me their human hybrid children. Let me test that DNA to prove a family connection. And then let me see that RH negative or positive connection. I'm willing to look at some real data. But lately I've noticed that not many people are collecting hard data anymore. It's scary, how badly we're undercutting ourselves in our desperate need to feel special. It isn't that you aren't special. It's just that you're claiming to be special for things that everyone has. I believe in deeds. It was a deed that put this wheel into motion. It will only be deeds that can free humanity and allow us to take our rightful place as sentient equals in the universe.

Little Girls Coming at me at Night....

Starting with a story as is my habit. :-)

A few years ago when I was living in Jacksonville, FL (a hot spot) I was sleeping on the couch one weekend when I woke up to a little girl standing at the foot of my bed. My first thoughts were to wonder why my daughter was standing there. Then I realized a couple of things. 1. My daughter was visiting her father for the weekend. 2. My daughter had stopped being that short a long time ago. I realized I was being faced with an intruder.

The silhouette in the dark was cute, I have to admit, and it was holding something in its hands. It started toward me. A sensible adult (which I'm not) would have stood up and fought back. Or thrown pillows at it. I lay there, and I screamed. My thought was to get the rest of the people in the house to come save me I guess. I screamed and screamed and screamed. The little girl walked closer and closer, trying to get to my head. When she got to about my chest area I started to sit up to get violent. That's when the lights were on, my roommates stumbled into the room groggily, and the little girl was just gone.

For the record a call to a MUFON contact I had didn't even get a report made. Another call to a friend of mine got me a groggy response and very little sympathy. LOL.

I couldn't talk for a week I had screamed so much. And we had no idea what it was. Maybe a demon, maybe this maybe that. Couldn't have been a grey, we decided, but maybe I had also imagined it because I was really into watching Inuyasha at the time and there was a little girl character that carried a mirror around in it.

Last night I came across something on Youtube about the Alien Race Book from the KGB. It supposedly was leaked a few years ago, is still updated and given to top operatives, and has been the inspiration for movies and video games. But there was my intruder! The race is called "Kiily-Tokurt" and they are abductors.

So my question to you guys is:

How valid is this purported alien race book?
If they are real, is there more information about these little suckers?
Why didn't they do the freeze ray thing on me? I was sure gonna kick some butt.

On another note, I emailed Max Spiers being as he claims to be out there to help other MILABS. This was a while ago. No response.

Tooth decay - How to Prevent and Reverse it

I have decided this blog will have health news every Friday or so. Give or take. On this matter here that I've posted, I actually managed to heal a small root cavity I found. So yes, it's possible to heal your cavities. Just.. if the cavity has become a gaping hole like one I have no to much I think.

Max Spiers blows the whistle on MKULTRA & Trauma Based MIND CONTROL

Princess Kate and her Baby... and media brainwashing....

I was very amused that while discussing certain things way back then, Bob Lazar made sarcastic comments about bombs going off in Iraq and Baghdad.

The Rainbow Oracle

You can find the ebook version here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00F3IYWZS

Tax Rant Take 2!

I realize that today is a day where people are giving honor to the folks who died in the towers, but blogs and life must go on. Wish the event didn't happen, but it can't be undon. If life didn't go on I wouldn't have gotten a tax letter today. Remember when I predicted that they'd find some reason to have a problem with my taxes?

Home Invasion

I've been thinking about this since it happened the other day.

There's something in our house, something sage doesn't chase off. And I think its attached itself to my husband. There's a long list of symptoms and physical manifestation.

First, it's been lurking around us since we moved to Fort Polk. I'm used to having things come in and out of the house and try to start trouble, but this one has been lingering a bit longer than usual. Since we moved to the new house it either has gotten stronger or braver.

At first things would get moved around, etc. Then the other day my husband and I were sitting watching tv and watched as a rolling chair moved itself across the room. Which let me know things were escalating a bit.

But I'm used to co-existing, you know, so I just let it go. Last night though was the cream on the cake: the sucker became a visible male-height shadow when it thought no one was looking and even gave me a most weird nightmare. 

It's kind of sad and funny at the same time with the nightmare. The nightmare was vague at first, as if there was an element of unsurity with building it. There was this girl with a brown ponytail and she was in this weird box frame. Her wrists were spread, bound to the box over her head.

Then the creature came. It was simply a man where I couldn't see the face, and all over its body were these weird raised scars that I thought of as circuitry. As the dream progressed the circuits changed to weird worms embeeded on its skin. 

It started to chatter its teeth. The chattering sound was loud and as the dream went on the sound began to sound more and more like a typewriter. The chattering caused the girl a lot of pain, and there she begged out of my line of sight. Oh please God mercy, oh god oh god.  

Then the creature's face became more clear, and I could tell that his mouth was peeled back very wide so that it was almost his face peeled back. There were metal wires holding back the skin in a rectangular shape. And he chattered there with his muscles showing.

I thought to myself, "That actress's voice is familiar. I wonder who she is." And I woke up.

When I told my husband of the nightmare yesterday morning. "That's Hellraiser," he said to me a little quizzically. I'd only gotten as far as describing the chattering. My husband proceeded to describe the rest of the monster to me.

Well I've never seen the Hellraiser movies. Just the thought of them is upsetting. My husband on the other hand has watched Hellraiser at work recently when he was given night duty.

So this means the sucker is following my husband around or knows about the movies somehow. I guess because I'd reacted to seeing the Hellraiser movies on Netflix from where my husband had been watching them it thought that would upset me. But as I was coming out of the dream I remember sensing it standing in the room staring at me.

So I proceeded to call a friend and make fun of the silly creature's pathetic attempt to scare me all day. This won't be the first time I've made fun of it. It will be the best example of how it's obvious it's there.

Listening to an interview by Robert Bruce who specializes in things like that, he mentions how they like to put bad thoughts in our mind. My husband and I got into a big fight and he certainly has changed in a lot of negative ways since coming here. He's a hell of a lot more selfish. And the thought of leaving him because of how childish and stupid he's been has been in my mind a lot.

But what if a lot of this were that buggly? Or "neg" as Robert Bruce calls them?

The current plan is to tell the neg where else it can go. And then to see about making it go away forever in case it doesn't upon suggestion. If I can just figure out how.

Tax Rant!

Cow Mutilations

I listened to Coast to Coast last night and, good thing too because there was a lady on there talking about cow mutilations. Which is something I've never been able to find good information on when I've had time to look. So I listened to her and finally formed a question. "Are all the mutilations on females?"

I'd never heard of this woman before, mind you.

When I couldn't get through on the call line I emailed her and asked because I really wanted to know. She took the time to email me back this morning. There was *one* male mutilation. Oh, and she was a little butt hurt that I hadn't read her books. Lady, I didn't know you existed before last night! You ain't THAT famous.

But in my email I drudged up some memories for her use and shared. This of course meant that I was now thinking of said things when I went to bed. I woke up a bit later the way I do feeling something on my chest. Then my left ovary started to hurt as if it were being cut. This woke me up all the way thinking "The Greys! Are they operating?"

The heavy thing on my chest was my cat and the pain was a cramp I get from time to time. Oddly I thought to myself, still groggy, 'No, stop it!' and it went away.

And you lay there thinking that even if you're telling yourself these things for attention or people accuse you of talking about them all of the time because you need mental help, you can't be consciously dealing with it for attention if you're waking up in the middle of the night scared it's happening again. Not scared your cat is smothering you, that you're being raped by an intruder, or that you're hemmoraghing. You're waking up scared you're on the table again, and that's what you come out of slumber preparing to defend against.

 I've been researching on Skunk Works trying to find something as that is the only real lead I have right now. It's not easy material to find. At least for me: my computers never seem to yield good search results for some reason. Folks who don't live here have come over and seen the difference themselves.

EDIT: she later told me there were thousands of male mutilations. Turned out to be a nice lady.