Writers of the Apocalypse * My Music
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White Commentaries
Iv'e had to back off on some of the things I'm researching because they hit too close to home and this put me at risk of breaking one of my own "Remembering Rules". So I'm currently concentrating on putting what I can remember out as fast as I can so that I can move forward.
I talk about remote viewing and what I call the intergalactic bus station, which is a travel plaza attached to the space station and/or mothership I was going to frequently a few years ago. This allowed me to remember a bit about the war environment up there so I was able to touch on that as well.
Made enjoyable with bad pictures and everything.
It would have been nice to include a story or something from someone else, but I may have a nifty segment I can include once I get the next one I have to do done...
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
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Wednesday, August 20, 2014
MILAB vlog "The White Commentaries" July 18 2014
My old Jaded From Jacksonville vlog rebooted. This time I rant about the personal hurt from listening to interviews with two researchers I had reached out to and grown fond of, and how they dismissed people like me as not worth helping more or less. I also make a comment about chick flicks, maybe mention some of my memories that no one cares about, and comment sarcastically on all of those people who channel the Council on High.
This vlog is put out knowing that a lot of researchers are up front about how they're not counselors and can't "help" you in that way. I'm more addressing all those out there who claim to want to "help" when really they just want something for themselves, or their own worldview is too narrow to be anything but harm.
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Monday, August 18, 2014
white commentaries
For the first time in my life, I was awake for the first few minutes of an alien abduction. That or it failed and I was simply able to remember more than usual. Talk about one helluva experience.
I also put show some info from a remote view session to the Jupiter area and the Fishbowl.
Shout out to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COQBaJgzATo
It's a good video take a looksee.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
List of Banks Owned by Rothschild
Interesting web find: it's a list of banks that are owned by what many would consider the Illuminati. It's very hard to bank somewhere NOT owned by them, but knowing the bases can help it.
http://bloginfo.educate-yourself.eu/2013/03/list-of-banks-owned-by-the-rothschild-family/
Of course one of the better ways to get around this growing problem is to stop depending on credit so much and go back to cash to a degree if not completely.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
I saw the orange light.
About a week and a half ago I was walking my dog.
I don't sleep at night, for all I keep trying. So I've this habit of walking my dog somewhere between 3 am and 6 am on occasion. It really depends on how much I have to do - just because I'm not sleeping at night doesn't mean I'm wasting my time tossing and turning or watching TV. My broken sleeping mechanism is one of the reasons why I'm self-employed, so basically I work graveyard.
This time when I left I was pretty sure I left at 5 in the morning. I remember expecting the sun to rise at any minute, or perhaps I was under the impression it was already rising. The thing here is I can't really remember my mood when I left the house, that some vague idea of my feelings on the matter.
I decided to only walk around the neighborhood, so around and around I went. It was still dark out, so at one point I happened to stop and look up to the stars. That's when I saw it: the orange bright object coming down at a direct vertical angle from the sky. It wasn't directly over me. It looked like it might have been over the neighboring town, which is about 15 minutes from my house.
I remember a sense of panic when I saw it, because I knew it wasn't an airplane and there I was outside and completely vulnerable. But the panic was iced over with a plastic calm, as if I wasn't supposed to feel that panic. But it was there.
I watched the light descend for about thirty seconds and started walking back to the house. I rounded a corner and looked at the sky again. The light was gone.
When I got home, I was very disorientated about what time it was and this annoyed me. The clocks read 3:30 or so, and I felt like they should have read after 5. It was still dark and I couldn't get it out of my head that this was wrong. It should have been light outside.
Two days later - probably last Saturday (a week ago) or so - I woke up very very dehydrated with severe vertigo. I had to go to the hospital. Two days after that I noticed the yellowing bruises all over my body. They were fingertip shapes, but way too small to be from my hands.
I told my husband. But beyond that, who am I going to tell?
I don't sleep at night, for all I keep trying. So I've this habit of walking my dog somewhere between 3 am and 6 am on occasion. It really depends on how much I have to do - just because I'm not sleeping at night doesn't mean I'm wasting my time tossing and turning or watching TV. My broken sleeping mechanism is one of the reasons why I'm self-employed, so basically I work graveyard.
This time when I left I was pretty sure I left at 5 in the morning. I remember expecting the sun to rise at any minute, or perhaps I was under the impression it was already rising. The thing here is I can't really remember my mood when I left the house, that some vague idea of my feelings on the matter.
I decided to only walk around the neighborhood, so around and around I went. It was still dark out, so at one point I happened to stop and look up to the stars. That's when I saw it: the orange bright object coming down at a direct vertical angle from the sky. It wasn't directly over me. It looked like it might have been over the neighboring town, which is about 15 minutes from my house.
I remember a sense of panic when I saw it, because I knew it wasn't an airplane and there I was outside and completely vulnerable. But the panic was iced over with a plastic calm, as if I wasn't supposed to feel that panic. But it was there.
I watched the light descend for about thirty seconds and started walking back to the house. I rounded a corner and looked at the sky again. The light was gone.
When I got home, I was very disorientated about what time it was and this annoyed me. The clocks read 3:30 or so, and I felt like they should have read after 5. It was still dark and I couldn't get it out of my head that this was wrong. It should have been light outside.
Two days later - probably last Saturday (a week ago) or so - I woke up very very dehydrated with severe vertigo. I had to go to the hospital. Two days after that I noticed the yellowing bruises all over my body. They were fingertip shapes, but way too small to be from my hands.
I told my husband. But beyond that, who am I going to tell?
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