Friday, February 3, 2017

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

The timing of this is probably not a "Coincidence". There's probably more to this story than the official one is telling you...

So recently a special ops Navy Seal Marine died during an operation. This particular incident for some reason struck a chord so visceral, I felt a need to post here. I don't know why. But I recognize this man. I don't know him, but I am in touch currently with someone who I believe to be credible, who told me independently of my experience that there seems to be some kind of psychic link with people in the program(s) I am in (and with certain members of Seal teams/black ops/special operations, and the like). 

I don't know if they are consciously aware of this or participating with their full and free consent if they are. Or if they are just following orders. Again, I have no idea what this is, but it resonates, so here it is.

I happen to have a lot of strange experiences with "psychic links" and had an encounter recently where a man who looked just like this guy, and who introduced himself as "Ryan", who started speaking with me about stuff. Wasn't exactly friendly, but wasn't a bully either- but he was clearly in charge and giving me information. Like it was his job. I get information about coordinates, and the like, - but also other things:

It's very weird that he was assigned to the East Coast (where I am) and to the Boston Marathon Bombing, which I predicted publicly accurately. 

But it's also weird that I felt a need, without knowing why, to make this video the other day. Kind of eerie timing, right?

When I saw his face, I had a very strong reaction and kind of felt this magnetic "ping"- I don't know how to describe it- but the feeling was uncanny. This is at least (in my experience) the third contractor/special ops guy I have communicated with telepathically who had an interface with me (sometimes in person) and then died within six months to a year of that communication. I don't know what that is. 

I don't know what the interface was, I don't know where it was, I don't know when it was- it feels like a dream, could be a dream, or could be another place and time- when it happens it's a very strange experience, it feels like time is suspended. Sometimes it's just a telepathic link- but the thing is, often the person on the other end of the line usually isn't aware that we are speaking. I am. Very strange. They often don't know it happened, but have a strange draw to me nonetheless. 
I don't know what this is. 

One of the other stranger things (ahem) that has happened as well is there is no interference happening in the writing of this blog post with my ability to tell you this. That is big that has changed. Normally this type of information would be withheld and/or I would be punished severely and/or interference would double up its efforts and I would either be subjected to hours and hours of induced sleep (up to 20 hours a day for days in some cases) and/or strange activity would happen around me. I can't get into it here, someone is energetically pulling the reins back for fear I've already said too much. Anyway, I am grateful for what I can say. That platform, and the ability to say it, has changed - a lot.