Lucy

Some very strange things happened to me when I watched the film Lucy recently. Not the least of which is the uncanniness of the whole thing. Without giving any spoilers away, the film stars Scarlett Johanssen as the unwitting recipient after an abduction of a new drug released in her system that supposedly activates and rapidly accelerates your DNA to restructure itself to its full human potential, including the ability to bilocate, shape shift, have incredible psychic and physical abilities, have an IQ of 200 or more, and literally shape and manipulate space-time.

To say I resemble at least some of the premise of that movie is not untrue. Not only was my jaw on the floor in some places because I have already spoken at length about my military-style abduction experiences and experiments done to me as a human test subject (both paid and willing as well as unpaid and- extremely- unwilling- I got very triggered when she was abducted and operated on by thugs) but I also had rarely if ever talked about some of the more outrageous things that have happened to me and continue to happen to me, not the least of which (you heard it here first!) was being able to shift possibilities and even in some cases outcomes in timelines towards more favorable prospects, and an ability to alter dimensions by literally physically manipulating space with my hands (as showcased in the film still below of Lucy too being able to see a matrix she can access information from literally out of thin air), I couldn't believe anyone in Hollywood or film making in general would be so informed about this (or sophisticated enough to grasp it visually as a concept quite frankly) and to be as aware as it was of the effects of science on the human potential movement creating a facilitation through technology and science of the rapid acceleration of DNA. 

The other part that freaked me out was the shapeshifting she went through- her ability without her conscious understanding at first of what was happening to her to have her eyes change as I too have often been told happens to me- the most recent incident being last Thanksgiving when I went over to a friend's to celebrate with her and her family (she's cool with all this bizarre stuff that happens to me) and the first thing she said when she saw me was "Oh! Your eyes! They've gone light! They are light colored!"-  She said my eyes practically had turned *into* light. My eyes are normally brown- certainly not orbs of light being emitted from them. On all I hold dear, I swear this happened. 

I hadn't seen her in about six months, and I suspect, but I can't confirm this, that my happiness at seeing her must have triggered something that made my eyes change. I don't know if that's what it was but it could be that. I didn't have time to look in a mirror as she was saying this to witness this transformation, but she thought it remarkable enough to mention this and I asked her about a minute later if they had changed back to my normal shade and she looked and said "no, they're still light", but not by a long shot is this the first time people have said my eyes have significantly changed. I have mentioned in interviews that on several occasions, at least 10 people have seen my eyes change in a very public place to what were referred to as either "cat's eyes" or "dragon eyes"depending on who saw it happen- vertical slits seems to be the consensus. Well lo and behold, not only does this happen, but kind of in a way I'd never seen before in film- pretty accurately to my experience, actually:

Now, this is also a strange phenomenon that I still haven't been able to figure out, but in August of 2012- in fact, the same day this same above mentioned friend who said my eyes turned "light" got  married -- I had just come from their wedding at City Hall as her and her now-husband's witness and was elated for them and needed to ground myself. It was the first non-stressful day I'd had in a while as my mother was soon to die of cancer about three weeks later and all I'd been doing was shuttling back and forth between New York and Ohio when I could to visit her on her death bed. I felt a need to just be by myself after all the activity of the day, and found myself wandering around one of my most healing, inspiring, and renewing places on earth, the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

I found myself in the 18th century art wing and thought it might be kind of fun to have someone in a portrait painting photo bomb me to commemorate/remember the beautiful day, and without thinking, I just clicked the selfie and that was that. It wasn't until later that I noticed something weird about the photo- my eyes had changed color on film- they were now blue. The only thing I did in order to make the low-light situation easier to see in the photo was adjust the contrast and exposure levels ever so slightly. When I did, my normally-brown eyes now stuck out even more as a cornflower blue. I don't know how you would react to that, but this freaked me out a bit- not in a bad way, necessarily, but in a jumpy, 

caffeine-y, your friend just jumped up in front of you and surprised you when they say "Gotcha!"  kind of way. It was a little strange and discombobulating.

Anyway, here's the photo from the Met Museum in August, 2012. I swear it hasn't been retouched at all, that only the exposure and contrast levels were slightly adjusted to accommodate for low light. I have this image on my Facebook page, and it very much looks blue- very unambiguously blue- on that site. But I am looking at the post here and for some reason, and there may be a blue cast, but for some reason looks more like a light brown eye color- the blue for some reason is much more noticeable on my Facebook page. Like I said- I adjusted slightly for contrast and exposure, but not so much that it would change my eye color like it did here. I wasn't able to get this from any other photos I took of myself or any other photos taken of me that day.

(In the interest of full disclosure, I do wear vision-correcting contact lenses, but they are not tinted or colored in any way.) 

I don't know what to make of this, if anything. But the parallels between my life and Lucy were amazing to me. I sympathized with and recognized on a deeply visceral and personal level Lucy's situation.

 It was weird how the emphasis in the film was not only the transformation that was occurring, but how Lucy increasingly as the drug took effect, became superhuman, yes, but  (spoiler alert) then became invisible, a super computer of all-knowing, all-seeing awareness. She had transformed so much and so rapidly that the need for the physical form even became obsolete/irrelevant/redundant.

There's something that happened to me in that regard as well on at least one occasion I can consciously remember, but it's SO far out there, that I really am hesitant to even talk about it, even as far out as I have gone on a limb before. I can't even write about it, because A.) it's even too hard for me to believe, and B.) I still don't know what to make of it to this day. So... I will hold off for now on invisibility stories and leave you to your imagination where that goes. 

It's weird- in the last several days through a series of synchronicities, combined with watching the film Lucy, I have been compelled to go old school and re-visit one of only a couple of books that ever resonated with me about my awakening to my psychic, 3D-to-5D hyper-dimensional, multidimensional self, and that was Barbara Marciniak's channeled book as a liaision for the Pleiadians, Bringers of the Dawn. In it, it reiterates over and over the importance of humans on earth to activate their DNA so they can become the "super humans" that we all are supposed to become spontaneously by our genetic birthright. But that change only happens when we consciously and with free will decide to break down the barriers of reality constriction that have held us in earth's space time for centuries due to belief systems that challenge our ability to see/think/hear/be clearly, as we really our, in our destined form.

 The book says humans on the planet were seeded and/or tinkered with by master geneticists, and that somewhere along the way in earth's history (it's much older than science and history will tell you, the control systems according to BotD states all of that is wrong/off/propaganda to keep us all enslaved/keep us from our identities), we forgot we had this power to transform. Interestingly enough, Lucy is promoting the same theme in a way, albeit with a slightly creepy ending that kind of sends a love letter to the transhumanist agenda. But up until the last three minutes or so of the film, it sets the precedent for genetic capabilities of the human form that we have heretofore only dreamt of, and yet I am in real time experiencing frequently. Do with that what you will. I am not here to convince anyone. I just felt a need to put this here because, you know, it's like, a blog and stuff. 

A recording. 

Just in case I disappear into thin air or something. 

In my opinion, if you are of the light, Bringers of the Dawn will make sense to you and it will resonate. You probably have Pleiadian genetics if you resonate with this, and regardless of whether or not you resonate with this, if you have blue eyes, you actually have Pleiadian genetics. 

(More where that came from later). 

Here's the audio book. Enjoy.

Two years and a day ago

I posted this:

http://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2012/06/pleadian-alignment-ufos-over-new-york.html

 I didn't get a chance to write anything in detail about what had happened or about the photos because my mother was dying of cancer and in fact she died a few months later, so my life was a bit in upheaval at the time, so sorry if no description was then forthcoming. 

Just was guided to re-post this, my friend Sarabeth was with me and another friend and several other people she knew on the day of the Pleiadian Alignment, which was on May, 20th, 2012. 

It was a very special day, I felt for several days to be pulled towards a clear and open spot on one of the piers in Manhattan resting on the Hudson River. I was told telepathically to go there and the energy was very loving and kind. I researched a little bit about the Pleiadian Alignment for a couple of days beforehand (again, drawn to do it), and it turns out the Pleiades only line up with planet Earth once every 26,000 years. 

In spite of the personal turmoil I was going through, (getting ready to visit my mother for what would be the last time I was to see her alive, having a series of updates by phone with my stepfather and other family members about how she was being kept comfortable in her last days as I packed my suitcase), incredibly enough, on this day in 2012, I felt good. I mean really clear-headed and calm and even and good. It was a respite from the mood I had been feeling for almost four years as she struggled through brain cancer and visibly deteriorated, alarmingly so.

The first surgery left her "well" according to the surgeon as he had removed "all but three or four cells" of the cancer in her brain, but aftereffects of the surgery caused her to lose total function of her entire left side of her body and impaired her speech dramatically. This was problematic for a number of reasons, not the least of which is my mother was a left hander who really primarily functioned through speech. So in her 60s, my mother had to learn how to write with her right hand and learn how to speak again. She was already deaf in one ear from childhood, so it was a struggle to see her so helpless all at once. 

The last time I saw my mother whole and intact and cognizant really was 2009, the night before her first surgery. That's the last time I remember my mother as my mother whole and intact and with the use of her body and mind and voice. Then came the endless rounds of radiation and chemo that left her brain damaged on top of the disabilities with the left side of her body and her ability to speak. Pretty sure the radiation and chemo was also what caused the tumor to grow back a couple years later that finally did her in. The doctors don't tell you that radiation and chemo ages you dramatically also- physiologically and biologically- My mother looked like she had aged about 20 years over the course of her cancer "treatments" that lasted a little over four years and was wheelchair bound pretty much the rest of her life after the first or second surgery. 

So there was stress. For a good long time in my life and in the life of my family.

It's funny because I remember this day of sightings as the first time I felt good in a while and also the last time I would feel good for a long while. After this, I went to Colorado Springs (again, drawn to do so, not fun but not regretting the experience) about a month later to work on a missing persons case that kind of became a nightmare as THIS happened:

http://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2012/07/colorado-springs-forest-fires-space.html

so my radar and my compass were way off in terms of Dealing With It as pertained to Mom. 

Usually my inner compass/voice/whatever would have said "be with your Mother", but when your Mother is dying, your inner voice says "Go into denial, spend like a crazy person on clothes that are ugly and don't fit right, mood swings, forget to remember to forget-- what was it I was supposed to remember?, do things you normally wouldn't do, and most importantly, use INCREDIBLY BAD judgement all or most of the time." 

 You kind of go mushy and get distracted and yes, become a little frantic. 

To say I was vulnerable was an understatement. 

Professionally during Mom's illness, I could hold it together well. I was doing well, going on shows, getting work. But privately I was not so good.

You realize how precious time is when something like this happens, even though I realize time is a big ol' fat paradox and is a construct and really doesn't exist-- not really. And yet there's still not enough of it, nor does one tend to use it well when one has a dying parent. 

I wasn't as bad as Michael J. Fox's character in Bright Lights, Big City, basically having a complete coke-fueled hedonistic meltdown every day, but I was definitely off. 

Look at my timeline, the perfect storm for chaos:  I found out I was a MILAB in April 2010, let James Casbolt come into my life and started dating Max Spiers that fall. Mom had been sick for a year or so at that point. All that right there should tell you my judgement in my personal life was slightly off! 

(I kicked Max out of the apartment almost as quickly as he weaseled his way in, but that's another blog post I have yet to write entirely.)

So when this feeling these -beings? people? were sending came from (literally) up above, I could almost imagine that it's what heroin would feel like. 

Warm and comforting and encompassing like a fuzzy blanket and good. REALLY, REALLY good. Just waves of universal love, like being on a beach and just letting the tide rush over you with that feeling. Sentient races who have mastered the space time continuum and are spiritual powerhouses who realize that All Is Love sure do know how to flip on and amplify the feeling switch.

It felt odd to feel that good, and honestly, I didn't trust it entirely. Here they were, making me feel good and my mother was dying. How dare I? It felt wrong, selfish, awkward almost. But there they were, in the sky over the Piers by the West Side Highway beaming it out nonetheless. 

I don't know who these beings were specifically, but they sure were nice.

Sarabeth had a video camera and recorded me for a short message that I was receiving and sharing with everyone present. I don't like how I look in this video so I am not posting it, ha ha- YES, I am not above censoring unflattering images of me! I'm not so selfless that I am going to cheer when someone shoots me from below, emphasizing every double chin there is. These star people amplify feelings and a camera amplifies chins! So, no video, ha ha. Deal with it! (No, it wasn't able to pick up the shapes in the sky, sorry, it didn't have the range, but Sara's SLR camera was excellent and did.) 

 But I will post the audio when I can get ahold of it from my old computer that died last year. 

(Just haven't had a chance to get that info yet from the old computer.)  

The reason the shot was such a low angle is because Sarabeth sat down to film because she was sure it was going to be at least an hour long message, normally the messages they give are pretty lengthy, but no, it was just a short message of no more than five minutes or so. 

But what these beings lacked in words, they more than made up for in appearances, so we stayed for the show. The message itself was one of love and their allegiance and fidelity to the human race, the people-- meaning *everyone*, not just a small elite cabal - and how this was a magical transition for the human race right now and that it was an exciting time fraught with trouble and change, but also for peace and enlightenment and that they loved and honored us so very much and that they were happy to be with us celebrating this cosmic and apparently longtime connection.

They I think said something about calling themselves a long term relationship, a long term brotherhood of a sort we had among the stars with these people, that we were related, which led me to believe these were human ETs. 

They didn't say outright they were Pleiadians, but definitely identified themselves as part of a galactic community. 

NOW HERE'S THE PART WHERE ALL THE HATERS FREAK OUT, DON'T GET ALL BENT OUT OF SHAPE, SKEPTICS, I DIDN'T USE THE TERM GALACTIC FEDERATION OF LIGHT, OKAY?

 I just said (All-purpose term, not what they titled themselves as) "Galactic Brotherhood". 

;-) 

 That's I think how they termed it at least, this is two years ago now, so please bear with me - it was a greeting as a friendly, GENERAL, all-purpose term and not really a title. 

Nothing too polarizing, okay? 

You can put your eyeballs back in their sockets now, nonbelievers/skeptics, it's going to be okay.  

Someone brought a pair of binoculars that were passed around and some of us could use the focus on the lens on Sarabeth's camera and what was happening was quite extraordinary- everyone who looked saw them, and you could even make them out just barely with the naked eye. At first I started speaking and they weren't there or anyone could see them and then one of my male friends present yelled "There! There! In that direction, in the sky! Above us!" And indeed something was happening and there were these spheres stationed in the sky that started morphing and became the most extraordinary colored shapes that were dazzling. 

There's one shot that unfortunately I wasn't able to get from Sarabeth's hard drive that was extraordinary, of a horseshoe-shape that was rainbow colored, it was absolutely beautiful, and I wonder why that shot was missing when I sent these from her computer to mine. I just couldn't find it in her collection. After (and while) I gave my little speech/message for the group at the Pier, everyone was watching the sky as these shapes formed over it- I would have to say these things were stationary and moving slowly in an eastward direction while they did their little displays. They were playful and I think responding to requests. I would say something like "bounce up and down in the air if you can see us" and they would respond in kind! It was hilarious. In all, the whole event took maybe just under an hour.

I hope someday to get a hold of that shot of the rainbow horseshoe shape because it was extraordinary, but honestly, when I downloaded these images, I was hungry and tired and she had somewhere to go so I only had time to download what I have here. Look, I have things like this happen to me (and she does too) all the time, so while we were grateful for the display, this isn't something new to either of us. So the images are there somewhere, I just need to find them and post them. Sarabeth is an artist--creative-type, so getting her to sit still long enough to hammer out something specific is... not usually accomplished easily. ;-) 

In between interruptions like phone calls and a multifaceted attention span that some might on the surface say resembled Attention Deficit Disorder, it's hard to get anything from anyone usually with an artistic bent/right brain leaning. We tend to be a bit... scattered, ha! 

I will try and hopefully maybe in another two years or so we'll have all the images in a compendium. For now, this is what's here. I hope this makes sense. Enjoy.

Ep.72 FADE to BLACK Jimmy Church w/ Dr. Steven Greer Proj. Aquarius Brea...

Jimmy read my letter on the air for this episode based on some more info I was getting off of the undersea whatever it was off the coast of Malibu. I don't have anything to say about Greer's presence on the show other than I think the Aquarius docs might be fake, but who knows for sure yet. 

Here's a link to the original post regarding the Malibu undersea whatever subject:

http://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2014/05/some-connections.html

God bless him, but Jimmy kind of mangled/drastically shortened what I wrote when he read my correspondence out loud so he got a few things wrong in the reinterpretation - I do charge for my services but I don't charge for anyone to read my blog, fyi. So in that sense, yes, I do provide a lot of free information. 

Here's the actual correspondence reprinted here:

Hi, Jimmy! I know you probably think I am full of sh*t, lol, but thank you so much for giving me a shout out on your lovely show the other night. By the way, that remote viewer was right yet wrong about what is inside the undersea structure by Malibu. If that's what he's seeing, he's simply not going far enough, then. Or perhaps not getting enough context. There are structures/a base hidden behind/inside this thing that are under the purview of the secret government. The military owns it. It used to be alien, it's now owned by the military. People think that's IMPOSSIBLE, that the aliens are omnipotent and always win at everything, always, but that's not the case. It was taken over by the US military, if I had to intuit, I would say about fifty years ago. There's a link to the US military with this --thing-- of a supernatural/multidimensional nature. The secret branch of the military, when I refer to the military of course. Just sayin'... This is a kind of bat doodie crazy post I made on my blog recently trying to figure some stuff out as well, thought you might get a kick out of this- or be completely disgusted by it? Just trying to figure things out... Blessings, Anya PS- I love love love Preston Dennett's work, he really deserves more coverage, thanks for promoting him.

http://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2014/05/some-connections.html

I have to add that whatever this is, is still co-joint somewhat- meaning partially, as in a few, I am seeing grey type ETs who are probably programmed life forms but could be not programmed, co-existing with secret space program humans. Am getting there may be some benevolent Pleiadians even working side by side but unless you are sensitive to energy wouldn't probably notice who they were since they are human. Very pretty human (male), but human. Otherwise indistinguishable. One is a young looking man who is probably about 100 with short brown hair and very tall- 6'4" per 6'5". There is some kind of benevolent assistance as well, believe it or not. I don't know what this is but what I WANT to say or am leaning more towards, is that he is assisting with what is being called "The Transition". In a good way, I mean. Not an ominous, New World Order way. A good way. A benevolent way.

The grey ET is there occasionally, but the Pleiadian human/s are there "permanently"- meaning, until their job is done. I don't know how long that is, but it's a long time- longer than an average earth human lifetime but for them, probably the equivalent of 40 Pleiadian years. (They live a lot longer than Earth humans do.)

Not all the Greys are bad! I am getting one grey there in particular is very intelligent, very wise, very kind- has a very relatable (meaning, it feels very human, not "alien") energy, compassion, kindness.
I could be being played with here, Jimmy! But so far I am not getting negative vibes off this place.
It feels very connected to limited drip, drip, drip if you grok what I am saying
And is for the most part, wherever this is, human run. As in: Earth human run
It's about sovereignty. And them that are not from here helping us with "The Transition".

There is a bad element that wants in. I don't know who this element is, but they are negative. There are always fights over this base, it is crucial for interstellar communication as well as a travel point for wormhole technology. Theres a technological station at the base either nearby on land or in this thing, but if it's on land nearby, it is definitely connected very profoundly to this energy point where this thing is. It's holy. It's ancient structure here. Lemurian, possibly.