The Corrections

So, in the course of human events (because even though every skeptic and their mother likes to think I'm supposed to be all-seeing, all-knowing, and 100% right all the time) I have to make some corrections to who was in attendance at the UFO researcher event in Bucks County, Pa. last fall. 

(Re: this post: http://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2013/05/you-got-some-splainin-to-do.html)

Three of the people on that list wound up not showing up. They were:

Dr. Steven Greer
George Noory
Richard Dolan

Now the fallout (UPDATE: JUNE 20TH, 2013):

Regarding Miriam Delicado's public statements that I am "seeking attention" and am "false"- all I will say about that is, no, Miriam, you did not stop speaking to me, I stopped taking your calls. I wanted nothing to do with you after your utterly disgusting behavior towards me.

She used to chase me down in never-ending attempts to get free work out of me (both clerical/administrative AND psychic) and would ask me to spy on people. She would try to not incriminate herself or insinuate that she was exploiting me for free work by saying back-peddling statements like "I'm not asking you for psychic advice. But what do you think of this person?" (Who the only way I could get any information on them would be through psychic means.)  So basically what she was asking me to do was be a psychic spy for her. She used to pepper her conversations with me for hours with her mantra "What do you think of this person?" And if I objected or hesitated, she'd be really great at insinuating and guilt tripping that I wasn't being loyal to her and her cause.

 She thought herself a really clever master manipulator and would play people against each other by talking about the other one behind the other's back and pouring poison in their ears about the other person's character - Not saying she has this necessarily, but the "playing both sides behind the scenes to divide and conquer" routine is typical textbook behavior of a person with a chronic personality disorder. Just sayin'.

As for "seeking attention"??

 She used to literally coach me (on multiple occasions) when I was asked to do an interview with some podcast or radio show on how she was going to be mentioned in an interview that I was scheduled to do that had nothing to do with her!

Miriam spends the lion's share of her waking hours sending out press releases about herself and asking people if she can be on their shows/speak at events. She also exploits her army of sycophants who will do anything for her and works them to the bone on office work, web design, A/V, promotion, translations, room/board/travel arrangements, etc- never paying them or providing any compensation whatsoever- and then tosses them to the side when they get a whiff of what she's really all about.

 I asked her once how she gets on shows, and she said: "I ask them."


 I don't think I've ever had to ask to be on a show in my life maybe more than once? And that was just to respond to one of my critics.

She's literally never met a person or a situation she didn't hesitate to exploit. The phrases "reciprocity" and "quid pro quo" are completely foreign to her. She is literally one of the most service to self people you will ever, ever meet. And she's a lousy friend.  She's using the Blue Star Prophecy to self-aggrandize, people. The Hopi want nothing to do with her and she's a pompous white woman who once arrogantly told me that a certain Four Corners reservation is "Her" reservation. And just to make sure I heard her right as my jaw was still on the floor, she reiterated her statement. Her sense of entitlement is delusional.

To those of you saying she is "one of the most stable people in UFOlogy", I will say this:

Before Mommie Dearest was published, Joan Crawford had a really great public image too.

She lost the script long ago and I would seriously question (as I am here with the topic of possession) any benevolent entity/ies who chose her to be a "Blue Star Prophet".

As for Rich Dolan, I am friends with Rich and we have cleared up this misunderstanding. Everything's fine between us. He's really happy that we are friends and have cleared this up as well. The confusion came when it turned out to be a case of a simple scheduling error that had been made and he wound up not going, nothing more.

But OH MY GOD you would have thought I had murdered a puppy based on the response on Facebook!

Of course the snarky comments ensued about how psychic I really was, how "unprofessional" and "inappropriate" I had been that I had the audacity to have a problem with this event, that it was "National Enquirer-style" "hysterical"  "journalism" to be a, surprise, surprise psychic intuitive who had the unmitigated nerve and temerity to be writing about the stuff she was psychically picking up on and receiving.

Never mind that this event happened and I still stand by my statements that attempts were made to tamper with people there. Frankly, the public's response was a little over the top and I defended myself because I still believe that the attendees are not out of the water yet to mind control attempts and I contend that most people are still not fully aware of the amount of mind control going on at this event and in general, and I will not make any retractions in that regard.

Several in attendance had been worked over hard for a while already prior to coming to the event.
The only thing that will help those three or four who are really deep in it right now is to get a heaping dose of humility and to suffer through the pains of getting honest with themselves about who they really are and what's really been happening to them and then seek the help of a really good deprogrammer. They are not easy to find, but in my mind, Delores Cannon and her people she's trained seem like good guys and gals. Please ask for help. You need it.  It's very sad to have to address this, but a massive spiritual clean out is in order here.

 (Seriously, though: This blog is considered journalism? This thing I write stuff on and hit a "publish" button with? This? I dunno if I would call this a place of "journalism". It feels more like an open diary for my thoughts and experiences rather than anything connected to the tenants of the Fourth Estate.
Perhaps I'd prefer to call it a place of a "concerned citizen with some REALLY weird abilities and experiences she needs to get out of her system because she doesn't know where else to put it or what else to do" and people show up and read it if they want and don't read it if they don't want, but okay.  So apparently some people think I am a journalist. I never really saw it that way.  I make my own media, I say I'm a "correspondent" in my bio and people want me on their shows as an "expert" of some kind, but I have to use terms for things because I don't have any other title for the freaking unbelievably weird job title I already have - but am I a journalist? No. I don't consider myself a journalist even if I have to use terms associated with being one.  And honestly?  I really don't want to be called one. UPDATE: JUNE 20TH, 2013: Ok, so it's been brought to my attention that by not wanting to be called a journalist, I was told that I might be jeopardizing my 4th Amendment rights, so I guess if you want to call me an "extremely reluctant journalist", call me that.... Sigh... I just wanna get the lead out about what I know because not too many others seem to know what the hell is happening or will admit anything is happening. Is that so wrong? Since when is shining a light on something that appears to be rotting from within a bad thing? )

It's frustrating and difficult to report on psychic phenomena that I am personally experiencing and yet still maintain any "journalistic impartiality" when the event I am "reporting" on is actually a warning because I don't want my friends to get hurt.   Now here's the clincher (and this is how I know I am not a journalist): I didn't want to directly confront anyone about their attendance because this event was about ***mind control*** to me.

Let me tell you something about mind control for those of you who are uninitiated:

I have had this happen to me at least a dozen times, maybe more: if you confront someone who is under mind control and you tell them they are under the influence of it, they can and will often become violent. They will scream and yell, they will throw things, they will become ***physically*** violent in some cases. If you are lucky, they will block you on Facebook and never speak with you again.

I have witnessed this time and time and time and time again. Again, in my personal, direct, subjective experience I have experienced this. I have been physically, mentally, verbally, and yes, psychically attacked because I was just trying to do the right thing and help someone deprogram and become aware of the situation.  (I have since found out that it is not recommended to confront a person about this if they are under the influence. Through many stupid but well-meaning trials and errors, this messenger has some serious bullet holes in her vest, shall we say.)

Do you think I wanted to stick my hand in a hornet's nest yet again, but this time, with some of the world's leading UFO researchers??  No!  To say I was exercising caution here would be an understatement, in terms of trying to simultaneously alert people there to this possible threat to personal security while at the same time not naming names about who specifically was affected by this the most and who wasn't. I tried to word things to protect the innocent. And of course, it was completely misconstrued because of a clerical error and I was yet again labeled the "crazy psychic".

I think the point is is that this meeting HAPPENED. And there were less than savory elements that were in place going on behind (and in front of) the scenes. If you want a psychic medium to suddenly be rigorously following the format of every school of Journalism's Who-What-Where-When-Why rule to the exact letter of the law, you will be sorely disappointed. I write about my experiences here, and what I psychically pick up on them. And sometimes those subjects meander into other subjects and that Noon coffee I just had becomes the evening meal because I can't keep up with the constant connections and so forth. But if you are looking for tightly delineated "just the facts", compartmentalization here, ya ain't gonna find it. Sorry, not my style.

I have been wrong before, and here's the clincher, people who can't handle it: I WILL be wrong again! And of course, corrections will be made as soon as the mistake is pointed out. Also, just so I am totally clear, this infomation I am getting is not a substitution for legal advice or medical advice and that by law I have to mention this is for "entertainment purposes" only. So take or leave it is what I am saying!
It's okay!

Case in point: I may (it remains to be seen right now, however) be also wrong about Elon Musk being the "real" financier behind this event.  But it is known that the "public" funders of this event happen to have been in bankruptcy proceedings, so it seems like a rather inappropriate thing to host a big blowout just to "show your appreciation" for a handful of the world's most established UFO researchers!
 (Lots of question marks raised there about this event just by that action alone, but more later on that.) More on the supposed financiers of this event, who allegedly made their money in the sub-prime mortgage scandals of the 2000s: http://exopolitics.blogs.com/files/frascella.08d1089p.pdf

In spite of any confusion over a funder behind the scenes or not, a funny happy accident happened when researching Elon Musk. (Or maybe I had stumbled into something that was meant to be talked about all along.) When I hooked into Musk's energy field, I picked up all kinds of surprising information about him being owned or at least remote influenced heavily by the Dow Greys and then it opened up new topic of discussion about the rapid increase in articles about Mars colonization and the connection to the rise of the space tourism industry: (http://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2013/05/spacex-paypal-founder-elon-musk-host-of.html).

What may have happened here between Musk and the event in Pa. could be (remains to be seen, I still could be right about Musk, he studied at the The Wharton School at the University of Pennsylvania and has strong roots in the state) an honest case of some psychic cross-contamination
( http://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2013/04/cross-contaminations-in-future-shock-biz.html), but I still contend many strange things were going on behind the scenes at this event,  in addition to leaders of industry and the world.

Not to sound like Joe McCarthy here red baiting and saying (if I might paraphrase) that there's an ET hidden under every bed, but I can't help but feel that there IS an assault on consciousness through various means and industries, and just as every mean and industry has it's own certain way of being run, the infiltration has it's own unique properties individual to each respective agency, cult, industry, and the like.

In other words, the cult leader addicted to fame and power might attract one sort of parasitic inter-dimensional, and the militaristic head of state might attract another.

It ain't as simple as first glance, folks! I have reason to believe that at the very least, attempts have been made time and time again on lots of other members of the UFO/conspiracy community. Some by human agency (or perhaps private industry? Or both?) design. (But make no mistake, above the capstone, non-humans are running the agency humans as well, sometimes with even conscious knowledge from certain people on the inside.)

It's not to discredit anyone or diminish their skill sets to say this. I am just saying alleged attempts, if not successful, have been and continue to be made to mind control people. It doesn't have to be invisible grey ETs doing it either. I find it supremely ironic that people are getting so caught up in words that they find provocative about an industry that spends every waking second talking about the subject of ETs but the minute I so much as even suggest that the tables might have been turned and the subject might be in command of the person researching it is, to some people, too far beyond the pale to even consider.

That could be a fear mechanism kicking in, and one that is understandable. But if you can't be a big boy or girl about it, and deal with the distinct possibility that mind control, whether via animal, vegetable, or mineral means exists, then you aren't a mature or very aware human being.

It's just something to think about and I think warrants serious discussion within the UFO community and any community that is considered "subversive", "fringe" "provocative" or otherwise by the Powers That Be. Mind control, like shit, happens.

I really don't understand why this surprises anyone at this point. Then again, most people haven't seen what I've seen. But regardless, this warrants just as serious a place in forums (Is the well poisoned in some research circles through infiltration?) as any other serious discussion about disinformation and counterintelligence.

It's not fun to talk about this. It's scary to me, quite frankly. But what is really the worst part is the deleterious re-direction, mis-direction, dropping of balls and non-connecting of the dots it causes in UFOlogy, exopolitics, or whatever else you want to call it.  Which is just how the perpetrators like it. They like that we don't talk about it because it allows them to keep doing what they are doing without any hope or chance for real change. It keeps the status quo. It's painful as well because of the backlash I continually receive from simply attempting to make people aware of this topic and even bringing it up, but I think it has to be said nonetheless.

Again: what is the truly loving thing to do here? To stay silent? No segment of the population, even the ivory tower skeptics above it all who don't believe a word I am saying, are immune to this!
Body possession is a real phenomenon and it takes many forms. You don't believe me, look at a heroin addict: tell me that person isn't held sway by some force by choice, that is bigger than them.

It's really not as sensational a topic as most people would have you believe if you deal in what I deal with on a daily basis. It might seem weird to you, but it's just another day at the office for me.

I can only can tell you what I know from my own direct, personal, subjective experience. The subheading of this blog is "A psychic medium's true story of how she came to discover herself and all of the strange things that happened to her along the way". Not: "All The News That's Fit To Print"!

I wish the mind control thing by ETs was a topic of discussion more, but it appears I have uncovered a potentially dirty little secret in the UFO community that most are either unaware of or (quite arrogantly) think they are immune to. I've always said if I am wrong, I will say it as soon as I discover where I was wrong, apologize and correct it. Not interested in lies and deception. My mistakes are honest ones, not covered up and lacquered over and done under cover of night.  I just want everyone to be well and healthy, and of course, completely sovereign unto themselves.



Blessings,

Anya

My Dinner With Andre(w).

Angela Landsbury as the Mother from Hell giving orders to her hypnotized, soon-to-be assassin son Laurence Harvey in The Manchurian Candidate, 1962 
  

Andrew Salter was a Pavlovian psychologist who was also considered one of the Godfathers of modern mind control programs to the point where his name and research was actually mentioned in the infamous (and brilliant) film about mind controlled assassins, The Manchurian Candidate.

I know this because he personally told me himself. 

HOW exactly in a twist more bizarre than fate did I find myself sitting across the dinner table from one of the chief architects of mind control as we know it eating chicken paprikash and making what I thought was small talk in his pitch-perfect, Mad Men-era Turtle Bay apartment?

Well, as a relative explained it:

"Your step-sister's dead mother's parents lived next door to the brother of Pauline Kael, the New York Times film critic. They sold the place to a Jewish family from New York, Mr. Kazen and his wife. One of his daughters married Salter's son (in Westchester) in Shenorock, on Route 6. 

  The Katonah Music Festival is 10 miles away."

Yeah, I know. In addition to adding a few extraneous details that weren't necessary, if you break this statement down, it still makes no sense to me either. But allegedly, that connection is enough to get into dinner with the next door neighbor's daughter's father-in-law.
 

Who studied mind control for a living.

Not weird at all, right?

I suppose my family are social types to begin with, and growing up in academic surroundings is kind of like being the child of a politician; routine attendance at cocktail parties and get-togethers are

  de rigueur if you want to grease the wheel of networking and connections to make sure that you maintain your candidacy for tenure, so it wasn't so odd that this relative would perhaps accept the invitation from Dr. Salter and his wife out of habit, and also not to seem impolite. 

But does this seem odd to you? Or what? Because it seems, in retrospect, seriously odd to me. 

Anyway, when I met him, I actually liked the old coot. He was in his 70s or 80s by the time we met.

 I believe I was either in high school or my second year of college at the time and my family had either just come back from a trip to Europe and spent a few days in New York visiting relatives (and, apparently, the Salters) before driving back to Ohio, or it was my first year living in New York and the family was in town.

 So this either would have been either '86-'87, the winter of '89-90 or 1993. Can't remember which.

Dr. Salter (or Andrew as he preferred to be called) was a spry old man. He had a puckish sense of humor and he liked to clasp his hands in delight a lot when the frequent play on words and jokes he made particularly delighted him, which was a lot.

  He struck me as bonafied eccentric, or if you prefer the colloquial term, delightfully batshit crazy. When I was younger, that stuff seemed kinda charming, in a Willy Wonka 

"he's a mad genius, they're always different" way.

But now knowing what I know and seeing what I've seen, I have to reevaluate the guy.

Now that I think back on it, this may have indeed been a mind control experiment in and of itself to test who in my family was most susceptible to -- I don't know what.

This is the type of "in retrospect" that given the peculiars of my life, might lead me to think certain thoughts.

It could have been nothing, this evening out. Maybe there WEREN'T strange cars parked outside the Salter's building with men in them who looked like secret service agents talking into what looked like secret service agent wires. That could have easily been explained away- they lived across the street from the U.N..  The lights from the building twinkled through the doctor's living room window. 

  But I can't help it. I've reviewed the particulars of my life a lot in the last several years and in retrospect it does seem like a strange evening.

Was that dinner an experiment of some kind? Perhaps even one that Dr. Salter himself wasn't aware of? I don't know. I honestly don't know. But even if it's nothing and was just a "coincidence", it still strikes me as strange: the distant relationship to him and our family, the seemingly random invitation, the sheer delight he took in telling us all that his name was mentioned in a film about, wait for it,  mind controlled assassins-- ?

Most of my family found him to be a horrible name dropper and he went on and on about all the stars he'd met over the years (It was QUITE a lot, truth be told!), and I guess he went to the premiere of the afore-mentioned film as well and may have even mentioned something about meeting Frank Sinatra and some of the other Rat Packers, I don't remember exactly.

But I just thought the way this man behaved was really strange.

He was rather lithe and not the tallest man, so he had a sort of elderly grace about him, kind of like how Fred Astaire was later in life, and he would sort of glide around the room with a restless keen (he kept getting up from the dinner table to eagerly show us books and art and things he'd collected on his travels over the years--he did this a lot, in fact) and with every other sentence or so, he'd clasp his hands together in unmitigated joy at some little this or that that seemed to capture his fancy.

 He seemed quite taken by himself, actually. And he seemed rather happy that we were there.

These not-even-acquaintances who barely knew him.

Not sayin', just sayin'.

He spoke strangely too, his phrasing was rather unique, at the time I found it captivating, but everyone else in the family thought he was a bit of an over-the-top attention-seeking bore. 

I don't know what that was about, either.

Trying to see who would be most responsive to his neurolinguistic programming style, perhaps? 

Or maybe genuinely wanting to share in happy memories and he was just 

A REALLY HAPPY GUY, IN ALL CAPS?

Regardless, the man was rather-- unusual, if you dig me.

This may have been an "introduction" to our family vis a vis a new agency entering the picture who had not before. Or perhaps a reintroduction to see if something took over the years with my programming.

I DON'T KNOW FOR SURE. But my spidey sense says-- perhaps.

Yet another ? in a long line of ?s in my life. I may never know what that was all about, if it was about anything at all. But I just thought I should say something about that. 

Seeing as the Universe is random and all and everything is a coincidence.