Bill Tompkins — has confirmed Solar Warden — see another article below from Huffington Post ( By Darren Perks )- Is it all True Series #406

Since approximately 1980, a secret space fleet code named ‘Solar Warden’ has been in operation unknown to the public…

Is this nonsense, is it a conspiracy or is it simply so sensitive that it will cause uproar around the world?

These are my own words after conducting research into the secret program. Whilst conducting an FOI (freedom of information) request with the DoD (department of defence) in 2010, I had a very unexpected response by email from them which read:

“About an hour ago I spoke to a NASA rep who confirmed this was their
program and that it was terminated by the President. He also informed me that it was not a joint program with the DoD. The NASA rep informed me that you should be directed to the Johnson Space Center FOIA Manager.

I have ran your request through one of our space-related directorates and I’m waiting on one other division with the Command to respond back to me. I will contact you once I have a response from the other division. Did NASA refer you to us?”

The program not only operates classified under the US Government but also under the United Nations authority. So you might be wondering, how do I know this information?

Well there are a few people and many others that have tried hard to find out the truth, and have succeeded by leaked information or simply asking questions and have government departments slip up and give away information freely, just like what happened when Darren Perks asked the DoD. One notable contributor is Gary Mckinnon.

When Gary McKinnon hacked into U.S. Space Command computers several years ago and learned of the existence of “non-terrestrial officers” and “fleet-to-fleet transfers” and a secret program called “Solar Warden”, he was charged by the Bush Justice Department with having committed “the biggest military computer hack of all time”, and stood to face prison time of up to 70 years after extradition from UK. But trying earnest McKinnon in open court would involve his testifying to the above classified facts, and his attorney would be able to subpoena government officers to testify under oath about the Navy’s Space Fleet. To date the extradition of McKinnon to the U.S. has gone nowhere.

McKinnon also found out about the ships or craft within Solar Warden. It is said that there are approx eight cigar-shaped motherships (each longer than two football fields end-to-end) and 43 small “scout ships. The Solar Warden Space Fleet operates under the US Naval Network and Space Operations Command (NNSOC) [formerly Naval Space Command]. There are approximately 300 personnel involved at that facility, with the figure rising.

Solar Warden is said to be made up from U.S. aerospace Black Projects contractors, but with some contributions of parts and systems by Canada. United Kingdom, Italy, Austria, Russia, and Australia. It is also said that the program is tested and operated from secret military bases such as Area 51 in Nevada, USA.

So should we just write this off as utter nonsense?

No we shouldn’t and as time goes on the truth will slowly come out. Many people around the world are now witnessing craft moving around in the skies and sub space that completely defy gravity. Whether they are part of the Solar Warden secret program, military experimental aircraft or not, thousands of people know what they see.

Read about my investigation work here: www.ufoshropshire.co.uk

In my view Solar Warden is very real and a very strong possibility.

So no, I don’t think we should rule it out as complete nonsense.

Yes, it’s a conspiracy because of all the hype and controversy surrounding the facts and information about the program.

Sensitive is an understatement. This program would change the world and our views on space exploration and travel, so no wonder that it would be kept a big ‘secret’.

We should all keep it in the back of our minds… for now at least!

The Front-lines from a Researcher and Experiencer- Is it all true Series #405

This might seem more like a diatribe but it has come to my attention of late that an escalating problem is becoming more prevalent with researchers and experiencers just like me. Like most researchers, I hope to find answers to unresolved issues or memories. This is how Michael and I met, looking for the truth to unique and mysterious events that affected us both personally.

Here’s the problem, I have witnessed a really bad trend where people give an opinion based on viewing a video or radio interview just once and deciding right then and there if the person in question is stating the truth or faking the situation, telling tall tales. I call these types of opinions, the shallow void.

Most people have a 9 to 5 job, five days a week and they want to play and have fun on the weekends. Family and responsibilities leave people little time to actually go out and research even if they wanted to. Since a majority of people can’t bite the bullet and explore strange sightings, unidentified creatures or haunted locations as much as they would like to, why be so hard on those who do?

Maybe it’s a jealous thing, you know, someone else is getting to do what deep down inside many others would love to do. Maybe listening to shows and watching videos of the strange and unusual isn’t satisfying the longing of the self proclaimed Fox Mulders and Dana Scullys of today.

How does listening to a multitude of radio shows and videos equate to expert research? Listening to the experts talk about their findings is very important but I think what’s happened for the self proclaimed experts listening in, is they decide if the stated information is palatable based on their limited or non existent research. Maybe I should also include in here the bad habit of taking other people’s research and using it as their own. Sometimes getting your hands dirty is the only way to understand what the experts are talking about. Experiencing the high strangeness of life face to face is the best way to open the mind to all possibilities even those areas we have an aversion to.

I’m not suggesting people go and get into trouble, I suggest that people look around them to see what’s really happening in their world. It doesn’t take much to realize that things aren’t always what they seem to be.

Looking at so many of the comments from so many people who will argue with each other over the validity of information is … well … quite bizarre to say the least. I’m the pot calling the kettle black here because I have done this myself. In a way, isn’t this the matrix way of diverting the issues? It makes people fight over individual opinions of what a limited amount of truth is; getting caught up in being angry at someone else, calling people names, cursing at each other and swearing on line like deranged zombies or lunatics. It takes away from what little truth there is and it serves such a grand purpose, to lead people away from what is really being said.

There are so many hoax experts, critics, finger pointing nay sayers and jokers now that overload any good video or interview. This is the price we pay for free speech. Though I find these characters throwing their overloaded negative agendas into every topic, a royal pain in the ass, it seems they are here to stay.

Some people think that the truth can be hidden with a little cover-up and decoration. But as time goes by, what is true is revealed, and what is fake fades away. Ismail Haniyeh

There is so much hidden from us, how can any one person say they have all the answers or they know the truth. The truth for most humans is like finding a needle in a haystack of needles. It’s the unknowable until we can see it, feel it and understand it for ourselves. Maybe the truth is different for each person who sees it because truth is a life lesson, a personal journey that can only be self fulfilled.

Maybe this is why I feel like I am on the front-lines sometimes because if I post more of my findings, those little bits of truth that to me are gems, who would believe me? What would happen to my research if it’s flooded with defeatist comments? Does it become a raging mudslide full of debris that’s not mine? Why would anyone presenting their view of the truth, have to wear thick skin? Who decided on that rule?

The bottom line is how we present the truth to the world around us, how we wear it, understand it and utilize it, says so much about who we are as a person. Truth is an outfit that is custom designed by each designer. I may not wear another person’s truth, but I can admire how they put their truth together, its design and purpose. Truth is an observation of life, in the moment that can within an instant confuse or confirm a persons assumptions and theories. Searching for the truth broadens our horizons, allowing for a better vantage point in our quest for answers. Once we see the truth, there is no turning back.

“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon and the truth.”
Buddha

Raven, Rainbow's Animal Totem Is it all True Series # 404


Years ago around 2009, I was able to do a photo-shoot with wolves at the Wild Spirit Wolf Sanctuary in Ramah, New Mexico. Pretty much, I would have to say, there was one wolf in particular who in actuality, picked me as a friend from the moment I met him.

Raven, a pure black-phased timber wolf, came into my life a year earlier at the State Fairgrounds in Albuquerque. Leyton Cougar who is the director of the sanctuary was lecturing about wolves and Raven happened to be behind him in a circular enclosure. I walked up to get a better look at Raven and he jumped up and tried to give me a lick. Leyton said Raven chose me as a friend and from that moment on I felt an instant bond with a most magnificent animal.

I became friends with Leyton as time passed; eventually both Raven and Leyton came over to my home to visit. Raven loved to see what I was cooking up in the kitchen. I quickly found out anything left on the counter was fair game as far as Raven was concerned. A stick of butter was the first casualty of Raven’s appetite. After that, there were pieces of chicken found around the house, not eaten because Raven tried to bury them in the carpet but to no avail. The house smelt like chicken for quite awhile after Raven left.

Months later, I asked Leyton if he would allow me to do a photo-shoot for my dance portfolio with Raven. Luck shined on me that day because Leyton said yes. I have wonderful photos of the memorable photo-shoot day. Even though Raven has now gone to the happy hunting ground, I will always remember him as my animal totem, my friend and connection to what’s really important, being in the present and enjoying the unexpected day’s adventures.
Years ago around 2009, I was able to do a photo-shoot with wolves at the Wild Spirit Wolf Sanctuary in Ramah, New Mexico. Pretty much, I would have to say, there was one wolf in particular who in actuality, picked me as a friend from the moment I met him.

Raven, a pure black-phased timber wolf, came into my life a year earlier at the State Fairgrounds in Albuquerque. Leyton Cougar who is the director of the sanctuary was lecturing about wolves and Raven happened to be behind him in a circular enclosure. I walked up to get a better look at Raven and he jumped up and tried to give me a lick. Leyton said Raven chose me as a friend and from that moment on I felt an instant bond with a most magnificent animal.

I became friends with Leyton as time passed; eventually both Raven and Leyton came over to my home to visit. Raven loved to see what I was cooking up in the kitchen. I quickly found out anything left on the counter was fair game as far as Raven was concerned. A stick of butter was the first casualty of Raven’s appetite. After that, there were pieces of chicken found around the house, not eaten because Raven tried to bury them in the carpet but to no avail. The house smelt like chicken for quite awhile after Raven left.

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Months later, I asked Leyton if he would allow me to do a photo-shoot for my dance portfolio with Raven. Luck shined on me that day because Leyton said yes. I have wonderful photos of the memorable photo-shoot day. Even though Raven has now gone to the happy hunting ground, I will always remember him as my animal totem, my friend and connection to what’s really important, being in the present and enjoying the unexpected day’s adventures.

I also had photos taken with another wolf named Forest on the same day, who is now the Ambassador for the sanctuary, taking over the position from Raven. The gift of their companionship that day will always stay with me.
Think of your Animal Totem and the connection you have with them and mother earth. It’s the best way to feel one with nature and the earth.

I also had photos taken with another wolf named Forest on the same day, who is now the Ambassador for the sanctuary, taking over the position from Raven. The gift of their companionship that day will always stay with me.
Think of your Animal Totem and the connection you have with them and mother earth. It’s the best way to feel one with nature and the earth.

By RAINBOW

Photography by Michael L. Miller
mlmiller@9point.com

http://www.wildspiritwolfsanctuary.org

Who are the "Others?"- Is it all True Series #403

Michael and I were talking a couple of days ago about something that all experiencers, abductees, researchers and family members go through and that is trying to figure out who the “others” are. I was talking to him about who I thought they were but more importantly I mentioned that if you look carefully enough, you can get glimpses of who the “others” are by looking between the lines of documented and recorded testimony of the very people affected by them.

The “others” are vague and blurry but only because they don’t have the courage to show themselves directly in front of those they target. The “others” can have large hands especially to a child leading to the conclusion that those large hands belong to a full grown adult. The hands can also be very different from a humans; delicate, long and cold making the experiencer feel they are part of something unworldly, fictional yet real. The “others” have a smell to them, a kind of calling card that alarms the senses first, rousing the mind to full alert. There’s electricity in the air just before they arrive, you can smell either wires burning or a pungent odor of dampness combined with an electrical charge that fills the lungs making every breath unnatural and forced.

Humans masquerading in uniforms and boots, speaking in codes along with the clinking of metal are a human designed and operated form of the “others”. Compassion with this group, can be nonexistent or a brutal retaliation.

The “others” are known as bright lights in the sky, windows or bedrooms with telepathic messages that dull the senses enough so that a levitated body flows with ease. The memories become hidden messages forgotten by a manipulated mind. The “others” are nightmares and dreaded sunsets that seem to overwhelm agitated nerves.

The “others” smile with a cold reassurance that all will be okay, yet deep down within the soul the truth speaks differently. The “others” can be pure energy like a plasma photon vehicle or spheres that are shaped like orbs or shooting stars. They can go through thoughts and fears without so much a glance.

The “others” can be dark windowless eyes that are like an endless hallway into a dark void, empty and hostile. These eyes seem to capture the mind and cage it in frightening images of consequences.

And yes, the “others” can be smiling faces with genuine intentions that help us become better humans. It really just comes down to which of the “others” we encounter throughout our lives.

So tell us, what are the “others” to you?

Triggers and the Aftereffects– Is it all True Series #402

Out of the blue, triggers can sneak up on anybody. These are a few of my accounts where images and words literally debilitated my state of mind. One of the more alarming experiences that I can remember, happened around 2012.

My daughter asked me if I wanted to see a really good movie called, “Life of Pi”. I said sure and she went ahead and rented it for the evening. After dinner, we sat down and started watching the movie. After about 20 minutes or more into the movie, something snapped in me and I immediately jumped up and yelled at my daughter, “How dare you get this movie! You knew exactly what you were doing!”

I stomped off and my daughter was at a loss for words. She came into my bedroom and asked me what was wrong and I told her the movie was very upsetting for me and that I didn’t want to watch it. She was upset at me for yelling at her and I was just basically a frazzled mess. She left my bedroom and I tried to get some work done on my computer but to no avail.

That evening I cried for what seemed like hours and eventually fell asleep. The next morning, I felt like a freight train had run over me and my head felt like it was ten times larger than normal. My daughter felt responsible but I told her it had nothing to do with her; I apologized for my behavior and tried to make light of what happened. But I was depressed and totally out of it for a couple of weeks afterwards. To this day, I can’t even see images of that movie.

Another incident happened just recently with Michael. We were watching Utopia, a British TV series that was about mind control and vaccines. It was really good up until I saw a young infant around 1 or a little older with a bunny rabbit in front of him. I sensed what was going to happen and jumped up from my seat and went upstairs. After a bit I came back down and asked Michael if the bunny rabbit was harmed and he said yes. I told him, I couldn’t watch the show anymore because it reminded me of my childhood when I went to a Catholic school. A few of the adults used rabbits and kittens to get their point across that we should not tell our parents what they were doing with us. The military was connected and I think they were the ones scaring us but I have no proof.

My meltdowns seem to happen with animals either killing each other or getting hurt themselves.

This is one area that I may never find the answers to because I don’t think I have it in me to see what the memories are about. I think there are deeper areas here that I haven’t even touched. Some things I guess are just better left alone.

Giants Among Us — is it all True Series #401

In Utah there are place where Red- Headed ones are buried — unbeknown to me I was a few hundred feet from them as I was looking for Rock and Fossils. Here is a cool video about these Giants of Utah , for more info about my personal Utah Giant related experience — go to truthseekerhighway.com post titled “Dots Connected – sometimes it happens”

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Just a quick not to all of you paranormal fans. Check out, Paranormal Underground magazine. My article, “The Collective Reality with Night Terrors and Scary Movies,” is in the February, 2017 issue as the guest editorial piece.

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Rainbow

The Haunted Age of Memories and Voices Part 2 – Is it all true Series #400

Here are my thoughts on what I believe the two aspects of hearing voices are about.

“A haunted voice is just memories replaying through the doorways of the mind. There are no locks on the doors so walking through a residual thought is just like playing the reruns of a personal existence, whether it be your own or someone else’s.”

“The intelligent voice plays upon the secretive inclinations of the emotional state along with original thoughts, owned by each person. The intelligent voice takes words out of context and confuses the intent of sentences with alien concepts not original to the person in question.”

The difference between the haunted voice and that which is placed within the mind, is the intelligence behind it. A weak echo can’t answer anyone back but an intelligent voice can play havoc with the mind. Understanding these two concepts was vital in me healing from the fear of worrying about schizophrenia or mental illness. Our minds are more powerful than any one is willing to admit, especially those that prey on real or invented diagnosis to make a buck.

Let’s look at what really happens when an intelligent voice occurs.

One day I was sitting at my desk getting ready to write some choreography text for students. All of a sudden out of the blue and literally in my head, I heard a man and woman converse over what they were going to say to me. I think they forgot somehow that the switch was turned ON and I could hear everything they were saying to each other. I looked at my speakers and thought, “Are they on”? I checked and they weren’t. I looked at my computer to see if I was on the internet without knowing it but I wasn’t. I had actually just sat down to work and hadn’t been on the computer for hours. But the really weird thing was, they were in my head, not outside of me. It was like I had speakers in my head.

It was the one and only time I can remember this kind of thing happening and I laughed outloud, telling them that I didn’t have time for their BS and that I had work to do. Even though I could still hear them, (and yes, they heard me because I heard them become baffled as to the fact that I could hear them,) I focused on what I love to do which is create choreography and their voices literally became whispers and finally within about 10 minutes, they were gone. All that I had in my mind was my creative thoughts. I learned that day that focusing on something else was a great way to dispel the voices. They can’t compete with how our brains function to our own commands. I also rerouted my attention to right and left brain choreography because I work with both sides of the body continuously so creating moves, counting out combinations and steps, outmatched their voices. It didn’t occur to me to be afraid, I was more annoyed at the fact they invaded my body and mind which to me was a total violation of privacy.

Intelligent voice

Spirits, Entities, Unknown Beings or Cryptids talk to me but when they speak, they speak more so at me even though it’s in my head. Sometimes I have heard them in the room with me but most of the time, they will speak directly to my mind. This kind of intelligent voice can feel strange at first but it can be blocked which makes it less invasive. I think as an Empath, the green light is always on for chance communication. We are like a beacon, open day or night, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Since I’ve learned to live with this from childhood, I don’t mind asking if communication can happen another day if I don’t want to engage in a conversation at that moment. Also, I’ll block what I don’t want to deal with especially if it’s someone or something I feel is dangerous. Believe me when I say, sometimes with what’s literally out there, I want to be able to block undesirable company .

Adding to the intelligent voice phenomenon, it’s important to know that sometimes entities or deities will wonder within the mind to see what lies hidden, what is feared and what as mortals is our Achilles heel. It’s important to know that whatever information they find is only as important as we make it.

The Voice of Self

There is one aspect to being human that I think is amazing, a true gift that we have at our fingertips which is the knowledge of the innerself. We have thousands upon thousands of years at our fingertips and all we have to do is listen to our gut, our God Connection. A majority of our lives is like living in the dark ages because we live without ever knowing we have this inner source of wealth and knowledge. Mass media, entertainment, politics, and I must include religion here, all want to mediate for us, only allowing a minute amount of information out, literally a drop at a time. We are already created with the ability to access whatever we need, we only need to believe in this and know that our questions are already answered many times over if only we listen to our inner voice, hearing the whisper of the Universe and Gods infinite wisdom.

Rainbow

The Haunted Age of Memories and Voices – Is it all True Series #399

Part 1.
A while back I talked to my oldest sister about our upbringing growing up in a conservative household. We both realized that there were some things about our childhood that we had never talked about. I guess this is common in many families for various reasons. Scary things can be hidden and placed on the back burner of life especially when youth and independence is pushing itself past the doors of authority. We wanted to leave Albuquerque as soon as we could but it never occurred to us until our later years to look at why this was so.

Our recollections of the Catholic elementary school we went to with our middle sister are basically the same; lost time, blocked memories, fear and a constant anxiety on a daily basis. My memories of the halls of this particular school seem to fade into an elongated tunnel that usually gets darker each step I take. It appears that my memory confuses the underground tunnels of the local military base with the school because at this time I was bused out on a weekly basis. The memories blur together sometimes and pulling them apart is like pulling apart superglue.

We have realized that the Catholic school we went to hid unmentionables from our parents and one such memory comes to mind. I can remember being in the principal’s office with my mother. My mother scolded the principal for lacking in the ability to hire good teachers because as a little first grader I was not doing well, basically I couldn’t read. The principal told my mother that I was retarded (yes, really) and that it wasn’t their fault I couldn’t read. Little did my mother know that much more was going on and there was a reason why I couldn’t read.
As my mother talked in a very high pitched tone, the principal was looking me square in the eyes, cold as ever reminding me to keep my mouth shut. After all, the very parent they threatened me they would hurt if I talked, was my mother. Eyes cast down, I knew I was just like the trapped animals they hurt to remind me to be quiet. Even though my parents felt they kept us safe, they didn’t understand how underhanded and malevolent the principal was and the people who took me out of school at various times to the underground bases. It seems to be part of the program to keep the surface of perceived expectations infallible for parents so that the modus operandi can continue without fail.

Memories of blue busses and mountain entrances along with the anxious chatter of several children talking all at once, has stayed with me all these years. Sometimes I wonder if it’s all implanted memory or if it really did happen. As an adult, I have found some areas of Albuquerque have a dark and haunted energy to them. My memories have guided me to these areas and thanks to my visual recollections; they corroborate specific locations to profound and surprising detail. Maybe I am the one more haunted than the locations, how can it be any different.

Physical implications with living in a young experiencers bubble can come in all manifestations. There’s was nothing more embarrassing than the moments I wet my pants because my body would react out of fear from some unseen memory or monster. It could be at any time or place, on weekends or family outings. Instinctively, I remembered the locations of interactions or abductions and my body just reacted from those memories. I felt ashamed and remember to this day, at certain places, kids around me, laughing at me and my sisters walking me to the bathroom. I grew up baffled as to why certain locations would scare me so but I realized that Albuquerque was only culpable because I lived there .

As a child, if I woke up with strange looking pink fluid coming out of my private parts and on my underwear, I would throw them away, too embarrassed to even show my mom. As an adult the few times I have awoke with the pink fluid coming out of me, I instinctively hid it from anyone, again too embarrassed to say anything. To this day, I still don’t talk about it much.

The déjà-vu replays itself over and over again whenever I go back home to visit. Looking at each memory, it’s no wonder as an adult I replay the emotions over and over again. I have come to the conclusion that emotions heal at a different pace than that of the mind or body. Perhaps one day, when they are all on the same page I’ll go back home and the moment will be just that, a moment in time with nothing connected to it.