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Posted on March 31, 2009 by mwiz. Categories: Magic.
It was in 1954 when our well went dry in Sanford, Colorado- San Luis valley, Colorado
My grandparents had a small farm in that area
, Grandmother believed in planting flowers for every healing she did or every miracle that came her way.
So we had five acres of flowers that bloomed every year and every year we planted more.
Thanks to the great spirit and earth she claimed.
we have to give back for what we take from the earth.
We had horses and some other animals- goats, chickens, rabbits, and lambs.
It was summer and many wells had gone dry.
Grandfather hired a well digger Company and they checked and found no water, as they were packing to leave,
I will never forget! grandmother came out and talked to grandfather in Spanish as she pointed to the north of the dried up well, there she said; about six feet down there’s a vain of water. I noticed the men looked at her real weird, the owner said Antonio, we are sure there’s no water on your land.
Check there grandfather said; they did and water came out all over the small ditch.
Only six feet they dug- after that we had water always running free, we built a pond for frogs and fish. (we put in there. )
Grandmother was a healer, a seer on water,
she glowed when she was close to the water,
she would say the Star people blessed the people with the mirror into the water.
Water was used by Indian people as a mirror.
I have recently met dowser Gary from Las Lunas, NM.
Im very interested in this because Grandmother used water for remote viewing.
seeing the future -Grandmother passed away 1972
I always believed the San Luis Valley< Colorado was a blessed place- sacred grounds of the Indains.
also called the bloodless Valley.
My cousin Mike Garcia Navajo was a dowser. certain tree branches were used for dowsing.
also Trees are able to photograph who ever leans against them,
check my photo below -I can see this myself
will send photo separate
As this is being posted a group of paranormal researchers and UFO enthusiasts will be making their way to the mysterious little town of Dulce, New Mexico. They will participate in a first of its kind of conference-in a forum-type setting about the rumored Underground Base and all of the strange events over the many years of its alleged existence. Dulce is located in the heart of the Jicarilla Apache Nation, on the Colorado and New Mexico border.
I have personally never been there, but some of my friends have and their experiences are varied but what they have in common is strange and somewhat scary. Briefly some experienced floating orbs, strange structures with doors to nowhere, and dormitories with no visual evidence of even being occupied by people. Also they witnessed some sort of generator buildings with huge fans and ducts going into the ground. And still others have been telepathically communicated with to leave town and never ever return. Others have come face to face with human/reptile beings with unhappy outlooks on life. It is even rumored the only motel in town is connected by an elevator/underground tunnel to the base. I once sent a person through the town to check it out. Although he saw nothing, he sent me a picture of the Best Western Motel and unbeknownst to him, in the right hand corner there is an amazing UFO in the distance.
For more conspiratory information on the Dulce Base the following two sites are excellent to catch up on the fun.
http://www.crowdedskies.com/dulce_papers.htm or http://www.thewatcherfiles.com/dulce_book.html
Here are a few thoughts from an article posted on the conference host, Norio Hayakawa’s website.
“Although throughout the years the residents of Dulce seem to have taken all these strange rumors about their community with a grain of salt, Hayakawa says that he would like to restore some sense of normalcy to Dulce. This is the reason he will host Dulce’s first public conference on the topic. Hayakawa is intent on dispelling rumors, once and for all, that there are such bases in or near Dulce. Will the townsfolk of Dulce speak up at the conference? Will there be some new revelations about Dulce? “It will be fascinating,” said Hayakawa.”
The conference, open to the public, will be held on Sunday, March 29, 2009 10:00am at the Best Western Jicarilla Inn in Dulce. This adventure’s emotional content could go from fun to very profoundly frightening. Stay tuned: there will be a full report next Saturday 04/04/09, if I make it back.
Location. Berlin, Germany
Date: October 7 2008
Time: night
The witness on the couch reading a book and had a small light on, just good enough to see what he was reading, everything seemed normal, suddenly he saw something “red” about 2 meters in front of him by the television. The television wasn’t on. Looking more closely he noticed 3 creatures standing next to the television who seemed very curious as to their surroundings and were apparently checking several items around them, one of them picked up some dry clothing from a basket on the floor. The creatures moved around but very slowly. The creatures were very tall, about 3 meters in height and resembled a mixture of insect and reptile, red in color. Their eyes were black and oval-shaped. The witness thought it would be wiser to be silent and remain where he was; they totally ignored him showing no interest in the witness. He had the feeling that the creatures were not dangerous in any way and felt good “vibrations” emanating from them. After about 5 minutes the witness felt a sudden urge to sleep, he couldn’t understand why since he was not tired. After what seemed to be only a minute or so he woke up again but when he looked at the clock it was already after 700am.
Human challenges Enki and his guys .Did human wings need to be clipped . The power structure was threatened and the human experiment went well , maybe too well. Is man a prisoner on this planet. Is man’s mind been blinded it can’t see is happening around it. Is the real science and history being suppressed. Miss-direction is what it is all about. Is there something more in the middle of all this Middle East stuff outside of the oil and terrorism — that the West is interested in.
Posted on March 25, 2009 by mwiz. Categories: truth.
Cruz and his Angel Dog–This was one of my favorite story’s told by my grandmother passed down to me. In Northen small town of New Mexico, in the year 1915- lived a young Indian boy by the hill side of Taos,New Mexico- His name was Cruz (means cross). he planted a lot of corn in his fields which he traded with the town folks for other food. Cruz was a quiet lonely boy and lived in a small cabin big enough for him. He carried water from a small creek down below the hill. One day a white small dog appeared to Cruz and followed him home. Cruz named him Angel- Angela in Spanish. Angel followed him everywhere like a Angel. Angel loved to go fishing with Cruz- Would sit very quiet and watch him catch fish, Cruz loved his dog very much, they became best friends. One day a bad rain storm over came Cruz and his Angel dog while they were fishing- No one ever saw Cruz and his dog again. Cruz and his faithful dog Angel had fallen into the river and drowned- The Angels from Heaven saw what happened and came down in Cloud formation to take their spiirits to heaven. But they were pinned under a big rock- so their spirits stayed on earth. Cruz and Angel did not realize they were dead and begin walking home- They came up to a fork path where it split into three roads – Grandmother said:
There were three markers -1-2-3-
Cruz and his Angel dog took path #1 on his right side- at the end of the path was a gate with a tall man dressed in black–guarding the gate. you can’t come in here with your dog the man said; leave him out here and I will walk you in. Cruz answered; No! I cannot do that, my dog and i don’t separate.. They walked back to the beginning of the paths and begin to walk marker #2— At the end of that path was another gate with a man guarding it- he was dressed in purple.Once again he was told he could not enter with his dog-he would have to send his dog away. Cruz refused to send his dog away. Back to the beginning they went. Now they took the last path #3 —Grandmother said with a tear in her eye, they were lost. They just wanted to go home. They took path #3 and arrived at another gate surrounded with flowers and big tall green trees. There stood a old man his hair white as snow- he wore a long white robe and he was holding a gold cane- Angel wagged his tail and was so happy. Cruz noticed how happy his dog was, but held back. Enter my gate- the man said. Oh No said Cruz– I cannot leave my dog behind. Oh said the man; bring your dog in this is where all human spiirts live with their dogs. They were finally home. Cruz was blessed on earth with his Angel dog and in Heaven with his Angel dog.
I try not to change the words of my storytelling because they lose their meaning to my people.
