26 August 2016 0 Comments

Loekey – Is it all True Series # 388

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Here is my favorite contact, Loekey an Oregonian Sasquatch who as some of you may know, was a major part of 3 posts that I wrote about last year. I haven’t had much contact with him this year but I have felt him around. As a matter of fact, we have two gigantic pine trees in our front yard and Michael and I picked this house especially for Loekey to come and visit since he is a portal jumper by nature.

We have exceptional views of the Wasatch mountain range here and love the close proximity to magnificent canyons and trails. The vortex photography looks like it will be beyond our wildest dreams. We are excited to see what appears in our photos.

Loekey is a major part of my first experience with a Sasquatch and I feel very honored that he chose me to communicate with. In the near future as he communicates with me more, I will keep you all posted.

Just recently, Michael and I went to Skinwalker Ranch. I’ll tell you all about that adventure in my next blog post!

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22 August 2016 0 Comments

Warrior Class of Aliens – Is it all True Series #387

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Sometimes I get information which can become very scary especially for the very fact that I don’t go looking for it. This is one of those incidences where I was shown information by being placed in a specific location. In this instance I was in a Russian underground base in a location where there was a huge room cut out of rock with innumerable uniformed military soldiers who where in-front of screens that looked like holographic images. There seemed to be 3 screens in-front of each soldier. I had assumed they were either engineers or had special training in the specific programs they were working in.

Before I get ahead of myself too far, let me set the location first. I went to bed one evening and fell asleep quickly. All of a sudden, I found myself in a woman’s bathroom that was large with deep basins for washing up with long curved water faucets that reminded me more of a laundry room service. All the women spoke Russian. I had washed my face and felt the cool water on me which felt odd since I could feel the duality of both places, especially with my bed-sheets around me from my own bed. The women were military and it seemed like everyone was hastily getting dressed and cleaned up for the day.

I walked out of the washroom and sat down onto a top bunk bed that seemed to be familiar to me so I could only assume it was mine. I could look out and see the extremely large room beyond my bed that had the row upon rows of holographic screens on top of desks. I was talking to a soldier closest to me and I can only presume I spoke Russian with him. I asked him pointed questions about what he was doing. He was very evasive at first, more flirting with me than anything. I was trying to keep the conversation going when all of a sudden an uncomfortable feeling washed over me and I started to get very afraid. The soldier looked very uncomfortable and he told me gruffly, that I didn’t want to know what was going on. At that moment I threw the covers over my head and tried to hide … from what I felt was coming my way.

A huge Alien walked past me and in my minds eye, I saw he was massive in size with the stature of a giant. He was minimum 7’5″ to ten feet high. His skull had two protruding bone like rims in the forehead area. His skin was like a dinosaurs with protuberance like bumps coming up from his skin. His neck was extremely think and his shoulders and chest area were bulky and massive. Even though I was hiding under the blanket, he was able to show himself to me with a type of telepathic ability that was invasive and intimidating. He wanted me to see him and it seemed to give him pleasure knowing that he made me intimidated and uncomfortable.

The soldier didn’t look at the Alien as he walked by but I could tell he was ready to pass out! I pulled the covers off my head and watched the Alien walk into the massive room where the soldiers where sitting at their desks but I have to say, what struck me odd was that not any of the soldiers freaked out with his presence or indicated that he wasn’t suppose to be there. I knew immediately that this was what the soldier I was talking to meant when he said, I didn’t want to know what was going on.

I woke up feeling exhausted and quite literally felt like I had jet lag as if I had flown in the evening before. It took two days to fully recover from this experience but fortunately days later more information came to me.

The Alien group working with the Russians, have come a long ways in pursuit of our planet. They require some sort of mineral and they have found that we have a lot of it here on planet Earth. There have been a few ghost towns here in the US that have been bought recently for the very purpose of mining the mineral this group of Aliens need. From what I learned, this Alien race is trading their technology with the Russians. This includes their type of spacecraft which are fast, evasive and made for attack advances. They are a warrior class of Aliens who don’t really fear much and they decided that the Russians best fit their ideologies and ethics.

If more comes to me, I will let you all know.

By Rainbow

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17 August 2016 0 Comments

The Ambassador, the Little Girl with Gills and the Nurse Alien-Is it all True Series # 386

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A mysterious summons can go beyond the extraordinary to such a degree that it can make Alice in Wonderland look like a kiddy park excursion. Waking up in a world underwater is about as terrifying as it can get for me but in this instance it was a sparkling metropolis in a humungous dome under the ocean that was beyond enchanting, more awe inspiring in beauty.

I was in a large waiting room of sorts, waiting for my turn to meet the Ambassador from this amazing place, I found myself in. She was a species of human but not from this planet. I found her to be similar to some of the Star Trek aliens that were on various episodes. She had her sister with her and they both looked very similar. They both had long, sandy blonde hair that was pulled back away from their faces. Their foreheads had two ridges along the front that protruded out around from their hairline and eyebrows. Other then this, they looked just as human as you or I.

My memory lapses a bit at this point because I know I talked with the Ambassador but I can’t recall what we talked about. I more remember sitting on a chair next to a man that seemed to be half way sitting on me because he was pretty big in size. I tried to move to let him know he was sitting on me and fortunately for me, he decided to get up and walk away. A little girl walked up to me who seemed very familiar to me. She had golden blonde hair and was around the age of 5 or 6. She had on a sparkly dress that had little golden threads running through it everywhere. She wanted to sit on my lap so I welcomed her up.

As I was asking her how she was doing, a female voice to my left told me to lift up her dress so I could see the sides of her torso. I thought this was an odd request but the little girl told me it was okay. I lifted the skirt part of her dress and saw gills on the side where her rib-cage was. The gills were on both sides so I knew immediately that she could breathe under water. I knew she was a hybrid, part human and part something else. I don’t want to say mermaid but perhaps that was part of what she was. I was told she could breathe in oxygen through her gills underwater. Her timetable for staying underwater without coming up to breath air was around 2 hours. I had the impression they were training her and probably as she got older, she would be able to stay under water for many hours if not days.

I looked up and saw an alien nurse maid standing in front of me. She was talking telepathically to me in my mind. It was at this very moment that she told me to, take her in and remember her face.

The little girl was the daughter of the Ambassador and for some strange reason I knew I was related to them. I always felt the alien nurse maid would come back and tell me more but to this date I have no memory of her ever visiting me again.

The Ambassador and her sister sat up from their chairs, walking towards a doorway and their entourage followed them, including the alien nurse maid and the little girl. As the little girl walked away from me, she turned and waved at me, smiling goodbye. A military woman in uniform came and got me and as I started to walk with her, I saw the Ambassadors entourage leaving in limos. (That’s right, limos under the ocean!)

A group of men from her entourage saw me and a few came over to flirt with me. One of the men wanted me to go with him in his car and I started to laugh at him. At this point the woman who was my military escort said, “Oh, no we don’t.” She then grabbed my arm and took me up some stairs. As the door closed to the room at the top of the stairs, my adventure under the sea ended.

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8 August 2016 0 Comments

The Bellyache of Being an RHd– Is it all True Series # 385

Side-alteration-copy-2-300x269The RHd factor is something that confuses me to no end and seems to be apart of me, thanks to my mother or so I’m told. Funny how my sisters used to tease me and tell me I had monkey’s blood coursing through my veins. Little did they know that monkeys actually did play a part in the history of what I call, “blood science.” I was mercilessly teased and told I had the negative blood because I was the unlucky one and they got the good and positive blood from Dad because they were the “chosen” ones. I just wanted to be like them and I felt that I was given a bum rap from God, my Mom and the world.

I was the third child so I was the one that had the potential to be a problem pregnancy for my mom. My mom had to have the anti-D injections in order for her body not to reject me. Unfortunately at birth, I had to have blood transfusions through my heels in order for me to survive. When my father was told the transfusions weren’t working, he told the doctors to do another transfusion and lucky for me, as they say, “third times the charm.”

It didn’t help that I was born with an explanation mark on my forehead. I had this pink weird blob of a mark that slowly faded away, thank God by the time I was 12 years old. My negative blood type, the birth mark, multiple abductions and the paranormal all became a weighted albatross on my shoulders that I carried around for years. It got heavier, link by link because of all the misunderstandings regarding what my blood type really resulted from and the abduction phenomenon that seemed to skip my sisters and zero in on me or so it seemed at the time.

For many years I thought I was handicapped or that I was medically below par because my blood wasn’t like the positive blood types like my sisters. There were many differences between us as we were growing up. I would drink water like I was a dried up prune. It didn’t stop at night either because I would wake up two or three times a night to quench my thirst. On average even to this day, I drink equivalent to 2 or more gallons of water a day.

On the opposite side of this unusual characteristic, is my fear of large bodies of water like oceans or big lakes. I was in Hawaii years ago and I was sitting at a restaurant, smelling the ocean air when all of a sudden I went into a sort of trance like state and I told the friend I was with that the restaurant we were in was going to eventually be underwater. In my vision, I saw a huge tidal wave traveling at a high rate of speed coming towards the restaurant. I heard its roar and remembered the smell of seaweed and fish hitting my nostrils within an instant. The unpleasant smell made me queasy. I turned to look at him and he looked back at me strangely, laughing because he thought I had gone nuts. It was all I could do to keep myself from getting up, right then and there, and run back to my hotel, pack my clothes and get on the next plane out of there. Many people like water all around them and I find it frightful. I’m literally an oxymoron of what you would call, a fish out of water due to the amount of water I drink and my fear of being in water. I must have been on the Titanic because you will never find me on a cruise ship.

Through out my elementary school years, I had skin rashes beyond any other student in school history. I might be exaggerating here a bit but not by much. My sisters hardly ever had rashes so once again I felt like the negative blood was the culprit. The third grade was the tipping point because I was always at the doctor’s office for strange rashes that would appear out of nowhere. They usually were around my ankles and up my calves and as I got older around my armpits. I had a strange wart that appeared literally over night by my front right shoulder. When my Dad would put iodine on it, my middle sister would tease me saying iodine was monkey’s blood. I cried and declared I didn’t want it on me and of course got into trouble. My sister just smiled at me from afar and all I wanted to do at that moment was punch her. The doctor had to freeze it twice in order for it to go away. That was an ordeal for me because I was getting tired of things appearing on my body for no apparent reason.

I don’t like to sunbathe either and I find it odd that people want to do this. Is this apart of being an RHd type or is it just me being a bit odd? I crave the sun but I usually don’t like to be within its reach. I must admit there actually was one time I ended up seeking the rays of the sun to heal me. One early summer, I came back from Egypt in 1992 and unbeknownst to me, I brought back a “vampiric stow away” that was literally sucking the life force out of me. I did a Vision Quest in Taos that summer with Medicine Man, Thomas One Wolf and ended up lying in the sun for the 3 days inadvertently by instinct alone. I slept like I had never slept before but even more importantly; I got the sense that the sun would heal me. I also feel my blood type had something to do with this revelation. I can’t prove it; all I know is that I felt it in my gut.

Empathic abilities seem to come with the territory but it seems being psychic can be an almost human trait, one that connects us to our surroundings. How disconnected people are can be seen in how little they see beyond the ordinary and the mundane. Children growing up with RHd seem to have an open invitation policy regarding the supernatural and the high strangeness beyond the veil. I was told by my sisters that on numerous occasions, I would wake up screaming and crying as a child late at night. From my parents perspective they thought I was having “religious visions.” I would also sleep walk as if guided by some unseen force. I guess it’s easier to pull religious beliefs into something that is unimaginable and frightening. Nothing can prepare a human for nightly visitations but when a child is dealing with the darkness and its minions, night terrors become the norm, allowing no escape. Yet interestingly enough from what I can remember, the outbursts and releasing of pent up phobias, tangled in the pit of my aching stomach became a repetitive routine. The bottom line is, as humans the blood running through our veins is all the same to our black eyed friends.

A self derisory mind set with an indulging paranoia was the biggest difference between my sisters and me. I didn’t add up in my reflection of self doubt especially since I was conveniently my own enabler, the purveyor of my own insecurities. My sisters had friends while I had fear that was a constant companion through out the day. My peers sensed something was a little off with me which didn’t help me make friends. The little black eyed acquaintances like it best when isolation becomes more comfortable then companionship. Do they mindmeld contantees with some weird palpable psyops?

Does having a negative blood type allow for constant contact with the unknowable? We can see what others can’t without really trying, it’s a double edged sword that cuts both ways leaving scars no matter what we do in order to hide the encounters or to openly reveal them. The aces up our sleeves can’t help us if we don’t know or understand the hidden truths of coded messages, images of disturbing realities or the schools of thought that teach alien ideologies and knowledge.

I remember reading that I had more blue in my blood because I had more copper. It didn’t seem right but it sounded good and I had hoped for some odd reason that there might be a little truth to this tale. If this meant I was not all human or perhaps a hybrid of some sorts then that was just fine with me. But with so many rumors out about what the negative blood factions are, how far a person is willing to go to find the truth just depends on the amount of fiction or syfy there is and how eager they are to sift through the rhetoric. Allegory’s sometimes are much more fun to believe in then the truth.

The building blocks of our humanity should be more important than what is reflecting back to the masses in the tabloids and TV shows or commercials.Society seems to be so transfixed on outer beauty and this is by no mistake. It’s easier to keep the masses from focusing on what really matters, because while a few people think having a purpose is the real key to fulfillment, identity is the one stimulus that humans gravitate to the most. As an RHd person, I have always wondered what was in me that made me tick. How does it all work to make me wake up each day and think, speak, feel and walk. If I’m made up of energy, do I need my body? Does the blood type that runs through my veins really matter?

In the end I have found that what little conclusions or understandings I have achieved or come to don’t add up to much of anything. One thing that has changed, is now I embrace my differences and bask in my own novelty, allowing myself to be just me. What matters is who I am at the end of the day and if I’m a better person for it. Adding in, the RHd just makes life a little more interesting but the funny thing is, I really wouldn’t change a thing about my past … except for believing my sisters and literally thinking I had monkey’s blood!

Rainbow

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23 July 2016 0 Comments

Debryon, the Quoter of Life– Is it all True Series # 384

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Debryon is an interdimensional Being that communicates with me through quotes and statements regarding life and human dynamics. He’s one of my favorite contacts because he is a very wise and old soul.

This is the second in a series of 7 drawings I have done of each being. Comments are welcome or if anyone has seen something similar, please let me know.

Drawings by Rainbow – a Paranormal Researcher, Experiencer and Artist

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4 July 2016 0 Comments

Introducing, the Reptilian … Amaden– Is it all True Series # 383

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Here is the first of a series of drawings that I am sharing with all of you. Please note that if you wish to use this drawing, ask for my permission first.

This drawing is of a reptilian named Amaden. He came to my attention the first of the year and tried to keep some of the other contacts away from me. I didn’t understand why I hadn’t heard from Loekey or Debryon in quite awhile. This particular visitor decided he wanted all my attention but I wasn’t necessarily cooperating with him. I didn’t know what the problem was but I also wasn’t open to a new contact from anyone. Loekey and Debryon felt like a handful. I have also had another being come to me but I will tell you all more about him in due time.

Understand that I am open to these beings but that does not mean I let them take over my life or allow them to control any aspect of my psyche. This drawing is my interpretation of what Amaden looks like with artistic privilege thrown in. He is actually red through out his body but I put multiple colors in to help give him more definition when copied in black and white.

This will be the first in a series of 7 drawings I have done of each being. Comments are welcome or if anyone has seen something similar, please let me know.

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28 June 2016 0 Comments

Five Ghosts and a House Hunt — Is it all True Series # 382

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I was in Salt Lake City over the weekend and my fiancee and we were house searching for our future home there. It’s a beautiful city and like all cities there are places where spirits hang out. So on this trip we met five ghosts in one house we were looking at. As we walked into the house, there was a feeling like we were walking through a spider web and strange psychic veil. We had to blink several times to remove the feeling. The lighting inside was darker than expected with minimum coverings on the window, almost like there was some screening over the windows. Spirits like it darker than live humans. The bedrooms were depressingly dark.

My fiancee, who is a powerful empath, noticed the smell of the spirits which is similar to an earthy, damp, dark, after-life smell. She encountered the first spirit in the kitchen, she was a female in her middle 30’s to early 40s, blonde and young feeling who seemed to hang out mostly in the kitchen. She had not died in the house so we don’t know how she got there. Next in the basement she encountered the other four spirits. One of them had a grandpa feeling, as my fiancee walked deeper into the basement, she met the leader of the group. He was a young aggressive male, died in his late 20’s of TB or some other consuming disease. He was a very unhappy soul. This young male was about 5‘10” blonde hair and gave off a powerful feeling, that felt like he didn’t want us there. My fiancee suddenly got pressure (a strong headache) on the top her head and chest pressure. She got the impression that if a person was alone, down in the basement, they could be locked in with unimaginable scary things coming at them or done to them.

The other male and female in the house gave off a presence but no other identifiable traits, except they were both controlled by the aggressive male. So you probably guessed we didn’t take the house. There would be times a ghost or two in your house would not be a problem, for it is very possible to co-exist with them. They can even be good house-sitters when you are away, and no harm would come to the house, for it is their home also.

Sleep tight, if you have a Casper, you can always sleep in peace.
MWiz.

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16 June 2016 0 Comments

Growing up with the Men in Black — Is it all True Series #381

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Somehow, this has become quite the quandary to write about. I thought this would be easier then other topics in the past but in the back of my mind, the blurry memories, concealed and guarded by the child within, won’t budge, basically revealing meager flashbacks. Loyalty is perhaps the problem here or the understood dialogue of suppressed fears along with stern consequences. One thing I do remember is that sometimes I was a willing pupil and other times I was about as feral as an undomesticated barn cat, hissing with claws out.

I remember three different types of these so called, “men in black.” Why this is so, is really the million dollar question. All three seem to serve a purpose that has nothing to do with the other. I often wonder if they convene with each other. I think not.

Sunglasses have always been important to me since I was a very young child. I liked the feeling of hiding behind them, the obscure and apprehensive thoughts reflected in my eyes, hidden behind blackness. It’s a comforting habit that has never left me. The blacker the lens, the more I like them. As crazy as it sounds I have often thought this is why the men in black wear sunglasses. One group hides their dark objectives, while another hides the fact that they invoke fear as a reminder of consequences. The last group seems to have a more obscure purpose in mind. To me, they are the “real” men in black because their frequency or vibe is not familiar or comfortable to be around. In some ways I always preferred them to the other two who I call the imitators.

Sometimes what a child doesn’t understand is easier to handle then the familiar and nightmarish routine of brutality. The reality of iniquity can be the breaking point that shatters the conscious mind into fragments of a once balanced and unbroken psyche. When a child enters the equation, the end results are usually surreal because reality acquires an off-kilter sentiment that makes daily living seem like a divergent existence. There’s a reason for this contradictory life and I think its creation is by varying family dynamics, the kind that stipulate, children should be seen but not heard.

The most memorable and startling experience as a kid, that demonstrates this ideology was when I was ten or eleven years old. One ordinary day, walking home from school, I encountered the infamous black car many people talk about seeing. In some ways I feel lucky to have this memory. Weird I know, but for some reason I don’t think what I saw was the typical black car most people see when they experience the “real” men in black.

Walking halfway through my neighborhood, I started to feel very anxious. I felt them before they came up on me and I knew “they” had an unusual agenda that day. The car was quiet beyond belief so the only way I knew they pulled up beside me, was by the horrendous feeling in my gut. The car itself was interesting to say the least. It had a very long hood that extended out in front of it, three feet beyond a regular car’s hood. It was black with what seemed like silver detailing around the windows, front of the hood, tires and the back end of the car. Funny, I almost thought that they created an authentic cartoon car because it was so out of proportion. One long front door came swinging open almost blocking my path. It was pitch black inside, almost like a vacuum of some sort that reminded me of total darkness, void of space and time. A voice that sounded humanoid and male called out to me and told me to get into the car. I felt the presence of three people in the car even though I couldn’t see them.

Now mind you, this happened in broad daylight around 1974 or 1975. A few cars drove by but the strange thing was, nobody seemed to notice or look at the odd looking car. I remember I had a premonition that very morning that something was up because I really didn’t want to go to school that day. My instincts were right on the money and I knew that I was in big trouble. In some ways I wasn’t necessarily afraid of the three beings in the car, I was completely terrified of their intentions. They weren’t the regular men in black that I had remembered seeing in my past, their intentions seemed to be more ominous by nature. I vaguely remember seeing a long arm stretched out towards me and that’s when I ran for my life, literally. I was so flustered when I ran through the front doors of my parent’s house, that my Mom had to calm me down as I was talking a mile a minute, gasping for breath.

I remember her looking at me, and at that exact moment, knowing she didn’t believe me. It was a sinking feeling because I knew I was ultimately and completely on my own. Fortunately, the car didn’t return again but that didn’t matter. I was already traumatized not so much because “they” came around but more so because I was involved in a world that my parents didn’t know existed. If you think about it, it was the perfect scenario for “them” to hide in plain sight. No one would know the better and as far as my parents go, they never did.

Survival wasn’t just an instinct it was a necessity that unfortunately resulted in me becoming a paranoid and frightened kid through out my elementary and middle school years. I developed a really bad habit of jumping behind bushes, basically any bush within reach if I heard a car coming down the road. It’s kind of funny, to this day; I have to stop myself from wanting to jump behind bushes if I hear a car coming towards me. There have been a few times, the bushes won!

At age 5 or 6, I remember being in a cave with two “original” men in black trying to coax me to jump over a large campfire. I knew my limitations, especially my short little legs and said, “No,” matter of factly.

They walked over to me and said, “Good job.”

Knowing our limitations is just as important as reaching for our immeasurability’s. Not all the lessons I learned from the “original” men in black were scary or painful. To a certain extent, I always knew that they were testing my ability as a human child. The end results were never made clear but that didn’t matter in the long run because not knowing their agenda as a kid was a comfort in itself.

A memory I have that pops up in the back of my mind from time to time is one of the clearest I have of underground tunnels and facilities. I can see clearly in my minds eye, a dirt tunnel that had a circular glass atrium at the entrance with people walking around it in military fatigues and ordinary work clothes. I was 7 or 8 at the time and I remember that no matter how fast I ran towards the entrance, two men in black suits always caught up with me and carried me back to wherever I had come from. I was terrified of one specific room or was it one specific person? I can’t remember but it was one or the other. I remember being a problem child but I also remember that it took just one look or a few specific words from whoever was terrorizing me in order to get me to calm myself down.

I remember there where offices on either side of what eventually turned into a hallway from the main entrance. The men in black suits had a definite military link and I think in some ways they just changed clothes according to their orders of the day while the original men in black disregarded anything but their own agenda.

Another memory that I have is interesting because it’s one of the few that I have of being tied up. My wrists and ankles were tied to a large chair that reminded me of ole “Sparky” the electrocution chair used in many prisons. It was a bit odd because I felt like I was a very small child in size. My feet didn’t reach the floor and I couldn’t sit all the way back. It felt like a chair for someone who was either 9 or 10 feet tall. I looked at my wrists and saw that there were brown leather straps tied around them and I could feel the straps on my ankles but I couldn’t look down because of how I was tied. There was a presence to my back left and two men in black leaning up against a wall by a door in front of me. They seemed more disheveled in appearance, and I knew instinctively they weren’t military or the original men in black but government shills. They had their sunglasses on but it seemed nonsensical to me that they would think I wouldn’t know who they were. It’s all in the vibration that people and beings put out. As I stated in another article, if a persons soul is in charge, they know immediately who is who.

The voice to my back left told me to place my right palm onto a long silver needle that was about a foot long. I looked down at my right wrist and saw that the brown leather strap was untied. None the less, I adamantly said, “No!”
The voice told me more forcefully again to place my palm over the needle and I said, “No. You can’t make me.”

The two government men in black started to laugh at me and I immediately lunged towards them because I wanted to beat the crap out of them. I instinctively didn’t like them from the get go and they knew it. They laughed harder as I fought the leather straps. I knew I had one hand free and as I was focusing on untying my left wrist, all of a sudden, my right hand started to move on its own volition. I was stunned and horrified that I had no control over my own hand. Whoever was behind me, moved my hand either with telepathy or some other kind of skill over the needle. I tried and tried to stop my hand but to no avail. Just as my right palm went down on the large needle, I yelled, “No!” I felt the needle prick my palm and as I tried to resist, I slowly blacked out.

As you can see, the different types of men in black make the difference in experiences and outcomes. All three have their place in history by infamous legends of truths and half truths. What I find interesting is that history has all three feign ignorance of their iniquitous positions. With the three groups working out their agenda’s, figuring out who, what where and why is futile.

If I thought my childhood memories were an illusion or some misplaced memories that weren’t mine at all, I wouldn’t be writing about this. I realized that my life was out of the ordinary, even at a young age. In my late twenties, I guess I ignored the childhood memories because I was trying to live a life that everybody else seemed to be able to live more easily than me. Roadblocks of the mind can be really hard to take down later in life. Chipping away at my obstructed fears was as futile as understanding, why me.

The last experience I can say I have had with men in black was when I was 28, coming back from Egypt. I had an emotional and crazy trip back with a few blunders that could have been detrimental in me never coming home to the States again. I will leave this story for another time since it basically could be a book of epic proportions.

My flight arrived in Paris and I was exhausted and twitterpated beyond belief as I got off the plane and started walking on the tarmac leading into the airport. Two men in black with the typical sunglasses came out of nowhere, standing to my right side. One of them reached for me and told me that I needed to come with him. They weren’t the “real” men in black but government men with American accents. I looked at them and basically went zero to sixty within the blink of an eye. With my expletive answer along with my loud outburst, I walked away from them never looking back. They didn’t go after me and looking back at my demeanor, I really don’t blame them.

In the end, I don’t see, men in black as terrifying monsters. Mysterious agendas can turn men or anyone else into monstrous beasts that make the average persons mind cower in fear. Maybe just maybe the mind holds on to such fears because the truth is, people want to be apart of conspiracies or in the middle of preventing some catastrophic demise of humanity. Syfy lives because in our minds there is truth in the unfathomable high strangeness of the unknown.

The old saying, knowledge is power, speaks volumes here. If we were told what our part of the agenda was, maybe life would be a lot easier. But then if “they” told us, life as we know it would never be the same.

Rainbow

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3 June 2016 0 Comments

ARCHANGELS, FALLEN ONES AND THE DARK AGENDA Part 2- Is it all True Series #380

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Part 2
What would be the ultimate gain for any entity visiting this planet? Think about it, a visitor’s frequency wouldn’t last long or be capable of enduring the earth’s dominant resonance. Figuring out how to stay here for long periods of time would be the ultimate goal and since most of humanity isn’t worried about being a target, the dark agenda could hover, waiting without the concern of being found out. If humanity isn’t looking for a problem, they won’t see it coming until it’s too late. This is the underlining ulterior motive for such entities because a surprise attack coming out of the blue, usually works the best.

I have often wondered about the Archangels and the role they play in our lives. Are they figments of the imagination, written as a hope for humanity or have people really seen them through out history. I ask this question not out of jest but more for contemplative reasons. Personally, I can attest I have seen Archangel Michael not once but three times as an adult. I wasn’t near death or having an out of body experience. I wasn’t on drugs, or hallucinating, it was three times in my life where I had to make a choice. As a child I believe he came to me but I’m not sure how many times or the circumstances.

Archangel Michael has a different aura about him, he doesn’t allow for second guessing, he comes with a mission and then leaves without a second glance. To me, it was never a, did I really just see him kind of thing; it was sitting back and wondering why he took the time to visit me.

I thought he would be accompanied by more pomp and circumstance but that obviously is for humans, and our desire to one up our importance from each other. I saw his sword, the look in his eyes that didn’t always seem friendly but overtly stern. There was one thing about him that will always stay with me, as much as he was to the point of his mission, he always brought the essence, that smell of Heaven, the all encompassing hope that my soul recognized immediately. I think this is how people can tell the difference between negative entities, demons or Angels. It’s the soul recognition that tells us who is who. If people are disconnected from their souls, how can they possibly know what lurks or stands before them. I have to say, for the hell and damnation types to automatically call anything that shows itself to them or anybody else, a demon, is just about as ridiculous as it sounds. People who live in fear quickly point fingers and assume so much based on their disconnect from themselves and God.

Below the light, the darkness hides and when it comes out, it is because it is invited by those who claim it as their creed, the decadence of their soul that brands them for eternity. These humans are the ones that play with fire and sometimes get consumed by it but the important and necessary message here is because such humans partake in the dark realm rituals, the portals are constantly open and the hovering observers gain entry without having to cross the earth’s borders in disguise. The dark agenda welcomes these entities or demons or whoever else chooses to make their presence known. This is humanities greatest battle because it’s not just good versus evil or light versus dark but tangible entities and demons who take no prisoners and truly seem to devour the soul, claiming it as theirs.

Are demons really so angry at our creation? How many stories are there in religious books about the fallen angels or the Nephilim that state that they rebelled against God because of us? Scholars and theologians write about this ancient war regarding human beings based on our creation by God, and being made in his image. Why would the fallen angels become so jealous and what changed their view on God, thus judging humans so harshly? Are we being told the whole story? If not, where is the rest of the story?
What if humanity could read minds, foresee the impulses of dysfunctional people, whisper in people’s heads the answers to their problems, and find solutions for every environmental problem humankind could ever face? If so, would such entities or demons bother coming here? Would the Angels have an easier time guiding us and would we see them more often than not? Isn’t this really becoming more of our reality then we think? The problem arises based on, if we are gaining a strong foothold on reality by ourselves as a species or if something else is manipulating our existence. Can we ever be a step ahead of the dark agenda?

The dark agenda plays all hands and reads all cards. As humans we can have the upper hand based on just one thing, the ascension of our soul. All we really need to do is reconnect with our higher source, the divinity within. By doing this, we would understand antiquated time, even into the earth’s primordial beginnings. This would be a great advantage when fighting such an archaic entity because if humans can remember time as it was recorded on this planet, we would see how the games were played and understand the dark agenda’s strategy. Humanity would have the upper hand and the ill-fated disappearances of children and their perverse rituals of death, would no longer be the blemish and disgrace of our reality. Innocence is the purest form of God which makes it such an appealing target. The worst and most evil message sent to human kind, is taking the life of innocence and placing the blame on the shoulders of divinity because of a begrudging vendetta.

We have to think about the corrupted souls walking amongst us. A friendly smile, pleasant conversation and the appearance of decency is a preferred cover for darkness. The phrase, “Don’t judge a book by its cover,” can have a very complicated and confusing meaning. The soul can’t be deceived once it recognizes the intent and essence of any entity or being it encounters. But title and assumed respectability with the proper etiquette can confuse and place doubt within the mind of any person. Ultimately, the soul has to be the one in charge so that it can pull apart the onion of deception. Once human beings can recognize who they are looking at, these entities or demons won’t be able to hide, they can’t hover, waiting to attack anyone because people will know who they are and where they reside.

We hold the key to illumination in our hands because we have both the light and dark within us. The dark night is just as much apart of us as the light of the day. We are the mysterious, hushed breakthrough, the quiet reflection of the cosmos that allows the shimmering stars to sparkle. Because of this, darkness can’t devour itself or anything apart of it. Darkness can alienate the light from itself but even this action requires an acknowledgement of the existence of light within it.

We can shed light on the dark void with the understanding that we know who we are and where we come from, ultimately knowing that all along God isn’t just around us, but in us. Our souls aren’t for sale; they are the sustenance of divinity from the breath of God. Heaven has always been in us and remembering our heritage is the best way to bring out the light and vindication, by making no apology for our place in the Universe. We can stand strong with the Archangels making our choice known, becoming apart of the battle instead of being the source of its contention.

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28 May 2016 0 Comments

ARCHANGELS, FALLEN ONES AND THE DARK AGENDA – Is it all True Series #379

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Part 1
In today’s day and age it seems like there is so much happening on the ethereal plane that seems hidden … strategic battles for humanity’s well being, the battle of wills, and the card game of chance. For the most part, a good number of people can’t see the details of specific outcomes, the end results of secreted negotiations for our very existence, but perhaps it’s more surreptitious on our part. Could it be, we don’t want to see anything that changes our perceived comfort level of existence? If anything, if we can touch it, feel it or smell it, it’s palatable, at least on the outside, anything beyond that is science fiction or literary tales.

If we think about this palatability, it makes no sense, at least not in the daily laborious kind of way that affects our reality. Do we touch God by holding a bible or pushing open the church doors? Do we feel the brush of Angel wings when the wind blows through our hair? Does incense become the essence of how Heaven smells or does it help us know or understand what smells would accompany the presence of God or the Angels? As human beings we desire a connection to our hopes and beliefs thus creating a makeshift reality that at times can feel real. Looking at my childhood and seeing the present status of the church I grew up in, I think the makeshift reassurances somehow became real in peoples minds instead of the assumed substitution.

I get confused when I hear about the fallen angels who I’ve read, are also known as the Anuunaki or Nephilim. I know their existence is written about in Sumerian tablets but how close is the similarity? I have always doubted that they are all demons, maybe because this seems a bit too easy, at least for the dark side. It’s as if, disagreeing with God conveys a narrow minded bearing that bellows, “It’s my way or the highway!” God seems more complex than that and in other ways simpler, perhaps he is the original paradox only because of our limited access to him. So bottom line, I don’t doubt the existence of fallen angels, just what is written about them and what is the truth. Depending on which religion or culture has inscribed their belief or definition, it’s hard to tell who is closest to the truth or who is fantastical in their story telling.

Raconteurs are apart of every generation. They are the story tellers of long forgotten tales residing in hidden, religious significance. Recounting old stories can create an almost fanatical enthusiasm that becomes a renewed craze based on a renaissance of morbid curiosity. But sometimes the accumulative mindset of society follows an unknown and implied suggestion, that every now and then should be ignored in the first place. This insinuated and unnerving resurgence usually has no value or place within our present day reality. It’s interesting how people can be influenced by these religious provocateurs, who insist upon testing whether the years of acquired knowledge of modern man was retained or squandered.
Because of this intrigue, there seems to be a misguided evocation peeking its head around numerous corners, watching humanity ruminate over religious ideologies and philosophies. One such topic that is quickly becoming popular within radio shows, TV and documentaries, is demonic entities. The shows state their true names, narrating their archaic story and providing captivating stories of present day interactions with these entities. This faux pas is precarious to say the least because it’s one of the demon’s most desired inductions into people’s lives. To be called or named by those who have no idea of the ramifications in doing so, allows for an easy entrance with a welcoming mat that says, enter. In today’s society, such names should not be aired over radio, television, videos or documentaries. Obviously, the more people who hear these names, the more power and attention the entity receives. It’s a no brainer if you think about it but it’s almost as if by a deliberate hypnotic gesture such as mind control, that radio show hosts, writers and television editors allow the names to be aired without considering the consequences. Why at this point in society, has the easiest lock and key solution become a forgotten fail-safe?

I’m not a church goer, more a spiritualist by nature but I guess there are a few things that as a human, I feel should be dealt with sensibly and tactfully because the ramifications could be potentially dangerous. Perhaps in this case, I should explain why.

As humans, we are a very unique species because we have something about us that can only be achieved by being born onto this planet. We are carried within the womb by our mother’s who themselves were carried in the same manner by their mother’s. This means, that all mothers have one thing in common, which is the earth’s frequency they pass down to their children. We are born with earth’s frequency as our insignia which allows us to live upon her and thrive. It’s an amazing birthright and one of the greatest gifts given to humankind.

Our bodies are vessels that are a great commodity because we have the ability to feel and express emotions to such a degree that can become very intriguing and desirable to many observers watching this planet. Because of this, our bodies are extremely valuable to any who want to either invade, occupy or borrow our birthright. With this being said, I must ask, why would we want to allow something or someone so dark into our subconscious so that they can gain knowledge into our very weaknesses and vulnerabilities? One truth that reveals itself in the occultus realm, is that lurking outside the day to day life of humans, are opportunists who have no consideration for the well being of our souls. The bottom line for us as humans, should be to keep such deviant entities away from our birthright.
The ethereal world seems connected to our planet by the undying and affixed memories of souls passing away either untimely or with an unconventional ending. It seems Hollywood is fixated on scripts that incorporate a ghoulish and dark spirit coming back for vengeance or giving in to the dark forces that either haunt humans or want to devour them. If we add in movies that end with the dark forces winning along with societies distorted and morbid interest in such beings lurking in the night, we end up with an environment ripe for frightening visitations or worse, possession if not in body but in mind.

The morning light in most movies, signifies hope, the unstoppable brilliant fire that illuminates even the deepest and darkest crevices, allowing for humanities escape from the unending pursuit of nightmarish ghouls. This hope is signified in angels but not just any angel, the most high, the right hand of God, the doers of his will … the Archangels. If humanity wins in the end, I guess Hollywood feels there is not much more to write home about. Yet, even with this very misconstrued ideology in the mainstream consciousness, we as a society are starting to get ahold on what kind of reality we want to live in. Running from ghouls is hard work and to be honest, it’s ridiculous to watch another person run from something we wouldn’t want any part of. Maybe, by watching someone else go through a scary plot or circumstance, keeps the line in the sand drawn, movies versus reality.

On the opposite side of this coin, are those who strive for the all consuming darkness, the comatose silence that is deafening to the senses. They are the ones who revel in this profligacy and reanimate their perversions one ritual at a time. For what purpose does the existence of opposites subsist opposing each other? Symbols for light and dark have been a part of human history since the consciousness of man could tell the two apart. What makes any group choose sides and stick to their agenda, is the real question. I have wondered how individual choices affects the connection humans have with the earth. Does a dark journey change the outcome of the insignia a person is born with?

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