Q552 Underground Base Entrance? Nelson, B.C. Canada.




I recognize most of this area in the video and yet supposedly have only been to BC once (and not as a child) and that was to Vancouver, not Nelson. But nonetheless, I recalled the man who drove me there in the Winnebego when I was 4 taking me to a Howard Johnson's with two blonde boys to eat lunch before being taken to the facility. 

In the recovered memory, I saw a mountain across the street from the bay window we were sitting by in the restaurant. It wasn't far from where we were ultimately taken to- but in the memory the facility entrance we wound up at was cut out of a mountain. I do recognize the layout of this town, however. 

The Howard Johnson's apparently still has a spot near there (albeit with a new design since 1975). Found it a couple years ago when I just typed in "Howard Johnson's" and "Nelson, BC" on Google Earth. I almost fell out of my chair as it was pretty much the exact same view I remember from the recovered memory. I have mentioned this in several interviews, but I can't remember which ones exactly, sorry- I think I may have talked about this in Aaron Moriarity's interview or perhaps mentioned it in a couple of interviews since then.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

David Griffin - Exopolitics, Gary McKinnon and the Secret Space Program ...



Even though David was a complete prat with me a couple years ago, this is an ok investigation. Seems he's changed his views on contactees lately.

He didn't know the first thing about my story ("I heard you were connected with Aaron McCollum somehow" was essentially how he introduced himself) and was quite pushy about finding out about Aaron through me, even though right off the bat he made quite open juvenile fun of people who channeled, and when he found out that I was a psychic he immediately disappeared saying he couldn't take what I did seriously or something to that effect. But before that point,  all he wanted to know was how he could get to Aaron McCollum through me. He was a bit like a battering ram about it, actually. I hope for his sake as well as everyone else's that he's become a bit more sensitive since then.



Own yourself or become a Pod Person.

 

Many people I know have been reprogrammed and/or are being psychically assaulted and manipulated heavily by Grey ETs and reptoids and don't want to own up to this or recognize it. Acknowledging out loud one is being heavily manipulated is one of the few first ways to break free because it acknowledges physically, verbally, and with the mind-body-spirit connection in connection to oneself: "I am free. I am no longer useful to them, whomever "them" is. I am sovereign." and is the very first step in breaking one's contract with soul to be a mind controlled servant to whomever-- be it animal, vegetable, or mineral calling the shots. (And yes, you signed up for this. It doesn't mean you can't rewrite the contract if things become too remedial, however. We are way past flashcards at this point, if you know what I mean. Might want to start reading full sentences already.)

 One person I am acquaintances with says he saw a reptilian in an underground facility in earlier interviews and yet now denies the existence of reptilians, another used voice-stress tech on me during one of his radio station's interviews two years ago and said "You are 100% who you say you are, the tech says you are telling the truth to the best of your ability" is now telling me I am being "Manipulated" and that what I think is happening to me is not what is happening to me at all. (Uh... not really brain surgery to say that I have been manipulated, brah. But nice try with that whole reptilian-ET inspired gaslighting second part.) He also says that it's "impossible" for humans to have the tech I am describing and that it's all- *ALL*- ET related. 

Yet another person still is a front for Grey ETs and has been drawing me in and utilizing vampiric techniques on me for years in order to get information out of me about my personal life and reports many, many sightings of owls (Note: owls are often remote controlled by greys as a form of de facto surveillance and remote controlled tech- they literally know how to hijack sentience via animals and unwitting/asleep people in order to spy and do psi scans, surveys, and the like. Owls are often reported as common sightings with contactees/experiencers.) and has some kind of block that prevents him from seeing how completely and totally mind controlled and managed he really is. 

The military is "hands off" with him as he is completely and totally owned by the Greys until he asserts his sovereign right to freedom- he refuses to admit this is happening and thus allows the mental and physical slavery to continue. In so doing he has actually placed at least one person's life in danger by his reckless bravado and lack of conscious free-willed intent. (The Greys, or I should say hive-mind worker bees, make him think a lot of his bright ideas are his own when in fact they are not. This is very low-level, typical stuff they do, but magnified times 10 in this particular experiencer's case.) 

One other experiencer I know is just as hapless, but with added electrical disturbances to appliances, lights going haywire, computers being blown out or shut down as well. She slavishly/adoringly/unquestioningly follows a famous contactee (I do not like nor trust with a ten foot pole the UFO cult or brand of ET public relations that has been formed around him and his connections to intel agencies he is writing about) and the lofty ivory tower that's been created around him or that he has created. It's all just more groupthink and mind control, and the female contactee I am referring to's tunnel vision about this as well belies a kind of willful suspension of belief and a frankly damaging child-like naivete that is disturbing and I think nestles firmly in the pantheon of robot-controlled mind management as well. 

Nothing personal against this super-famous contactee she is somehow endebted to, but seriously, people. There is no one way of doing this whole "experiencer" thing. In my experience, just when you think you know something, the game changes. There is no journal or log or book or any one or two or even twelve definitive sources that have it all right. It's like trying to catch all of the sea in a paper cup, it can't be done.

And of course you all know about others who shall remain nameless doling out slander due to other forms of mental ailments as well as the garden variety kind. I won't bore you with that Sordid Saga.

It's so funny that I'm so open and out about my mind control experiences, including the fact that I may also still be heavily controlled and programmed, but in doing so, I feel a hell of a lot freer from these programs than these people walking around with blinders on-- even after they have been told they are mind controlled.

I know that at best this is a strange, disorienting thing to be told, but at least I had the sense to find out that I was indeed a slave or in some kind of slavery to some stealthy system set up beneath me. Until then, I was like the Goethe quote: "None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free." 

 I can see it so clearly and they can't- no matter how many times I say it in as many ways possible. They like to dismiss what I am saying and/or they hear it but it just. Does. Not. Compute. In one ear, right out the other. Almost as if they've been hypnotized...

Eh, c'est la vie. They will find out sooner, rather than later, who is running the show if they don't declare themselves sovereign soon and it won't be pretty. 

I see lots of people not owning themselves, whether they be mind-managed by space control or through more mundane circumstances. They are not owning themselves in droves. In fact, they behave as if they are like helpless animals, orphaned bear cubs or mewling newborn kittens, helpless and wandering. It's quite depressing and pathetic, especially since they have all and I mean ALL of the tools at their disposal to free themselves. If they only knew to pick them up and use them, however. It's not for lack of suggestion, but as for trying? That's another thing entirely. 

 I then also remember that they are supposedly grownups who know how to take care of themselves and they know what's best for them. Right?

Right?

Bueller?


Anyway, the thing about the certain blind spot or arrogance of a person so hypnotized that they don't know it is you can tell them the water is cool, the temperature is right, and it tastes fine, you can even show them, and they will look at you like you are insane for handing them a bottle of boiling acid to drink. It doesn't matter what I say as long as people are slaves and willfully remain so. But just remember what happened in the boiling frog anecdote.

Never has it been more important in the lives of human history to wake up and own yourselves as sovereign, liberated beings. Do not look back. Look forward to what awaits you as a result. The outcome will be shining and bright.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Important to state: I was wrong.

 

I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong.  No UFO over the Olympic opening ceremony. Oh well. PS- I was wrong. It happens. I was still right about thoughts creating reality, though. Reality sux sometimes. It doesn't feel good. But at least I'm not a filthy liar! 

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Know your DUMBs


For those having a hard time comprehending the UFO/Extraterrestrial/ancient terrestrial role in the NWO, this document breaks it down pretty succinctly and easily about who and what is where.   http://www.orgoneblasters.com/joint-bases.htm

We are in a reality chimera

 
 "We are in a reality chimera which hodge-podges together the reality timeline that we would normally associate with moving from A to B, cause to effect, with the nexus being the passage of the clock, and a hodge-podging together superimposed on that to our reality, errors that we made in our future, to attempt to go back into our past to correct the problems of our future.

Those results have hodge-podged a-- rather than splitting a time stream--as a, um-- maybe some people like Michio Kaku would, um, posit-- but it hodge-podges together, in a real sense to us. Those things which happen are to happen in the future, with our present timeline, due to a-- an interruption of the time stream. Instead of splitting it into two time streams, what happened was as soon as we mucked around in something, we overlaid a second timestream into the present reality."

(From someone's interview , can someone site the source for this person who said this? They are involved with black project R & D but I can't remember who- maybe Dan Burisch? This describes what I was sent for to work on/fix/correct in the timeline/timelines in the operatives and also was used to disseminate and transcribe what was fixed vs. what wasn't.)

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Solar Warden/the secret space program proven real. John Barkley vindicated a day late and a dollar short.

 

John, wherever you are, you spoke truth before I even knew your name. I miss you even though you are insane. A whiskey, steak, and stripper for the gentleman in heaven.



(Many thanks again to Thomas Iskandar Voute for finding this.)

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Ram Jam, Black betty (With Lyrics)



I've opened a few portals under duress with this song, but today it's relatively clean. In fact, most demon attachments are no longer with this one. Go right ahead, gentlemen and lady-- the coast is clear.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Jewelry Haul!

Above: original shot and adjusted for contrast. "Mantis" on left and "Reptile" or "Snakehead" on right.
All these images/marks showed up on my skin on 8/4/12.

As much as I would love this to be a pillow impression, it's not. This thing stuck around for a good two hours. Pretty swell knife fight, eh? You should see the other guy!

 

AURORA project unveiled


Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. A cigar that abducts you.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

What will it take for you to believe that the military and psychics are working hand in hand?

Valentin de Boulogne (1591–1632)
 The Fortune Teller, c. 1620

At what point do you say "Yeah, I could see that happening." I am so tired of this nonsense- I am not here to convince you of anything. Get your head out of the sand and start researching this stuff on your own! I'm not your mother, and if your mother raised you to be this naive and shell-shocked when someone tells you something, then she's a lousy mother. (Newsflash- this stuff isn't even happening to you, and yet why do you suddenly shut down when I tell you this? It's happening TO ME, not you- so why does your cowardly self-preservation instinct kick in and you tell me blank-eyed "It just doesn't have any reality for me"? Why do YOU get to be the scared, incredulous, dissonant one?)

You have no problem surrounding yourself with comic books and video games and fantasy movies and "sci-fi" tv shows (read: all too real) but what I am telling you is "impossible"? I can't even get you to understand the very basic facts that the military has been using psychics on the payroll for programs for decades and it all checks out  and we can't even get over that first hurdle because you still choose to remain incredulous when I give you indisputable facts, so what can I do or say that will make you get rid of that cow-chewing-cud look?

And forget about you actually being inspired enough to get off your hamster wheel to do something about it- tell a friend, lover, start a meetup group, call your local and state government (good luck getting the Feds involved with anything above board on this subject). Forget that!

No, I have to have a series of sideways and then slowwwwwwwly more direct conversations with you OVER TIME. My guess with you is that it will take at least 6 seasons before it sinks in that yes, we've had the military involved with paranormal phenomena and they know all about it and utilize it at the top levels- But I just don't have the time. I don't have the time to sit and hold your hand. I don't have the time to do the "gradual decompression" phase that took me a good year and a half before it "normalized" and I don't have the time to tell you what to do after the dust has settled and you ask me "Then what?" I don't have the time, I don't have the time, I am getting sick and tired of waiting for you to catch up, and further more, I don't have any more time for this shell-shocked chasm that exists between me and you.

 If you want to sit there while Rome burns, be my guest. But I have no more time to explain- excuse me, spoon feed- to you what this is anymore. It is there. It is real. If it weren't, explain Gary McKinnon's case to me and why the US Gov't has such a hard-on for extradition of this chap? Oh, wait-- you're staring at me glassy eyed and saying on your third pint between burps "Who's Gary McKinnon?"

Oh, God. I don't have time for this willful ignorance. I am starting to get impatient.

Chopin - Waltz Op. 64 No. 2 (Rubinstein)


Un petit musette pour mes chers cavaliers.