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A Family Affair– Is it all True Series #418

Being a Sci-fi fan and paranormal enthusiast, it’s common a few evenings out of the week, for me to watch Ghost Adventures, Dead Files etc. to get my weekly fix of high strangeness. One evening I was watching the Ghost Adventure guys and to my surprise, they were in Santaquin, Utah filming at a family restaurant. I checked out where the town Santaquin was located from where Michael and I live and it was a short distance away, under an hour.

I enthusiastically told Michael about Leslie’s Family Tree Restaurant and we decided to head out and visit it the following weekend. I called the restaurant to let them know we would be coming and as luck would have it, Leslie the restaurant owner answered the phone. She was a real sweetheart and down to earth kind of gal. We talked a short while and she even told me a few stories of her own experiences. But before I get into the actual haunting and experiences, let me give you some history of the town.

Santaquin was settled in 1851 by Mormon pioneers. There was a war called the Walker war that lasted from 1853-1854. The war started with a confrontation with James Walker Ivie which resulted in the death of several Timpanogos (also known as Ute) tribe members. It had to do with trade interruptions and hostilities between the Mormons and the Native Americans. There were raids and each side retaliated which resulted in the loss of life on both sides. Santaquin was at first named, Summit City but was later renamed in 1856 in honor of the son of Guffich, a local native chieftain friendly to the settlers.

Interestingly enough, the deaths and burial ground of some of the Ute Indians is part of the hauntings of the restaurant since it was supposedly built on a Native American burial ground. But there are other ghosts who for some reason or another have decided to stay within the restaurants familiar walls as well.

Leslie told me about a ghost with a sense of humor who was behind her and said, “Boo!”

She laughed at that one and she also saw a little girl who was emphatically talking to her. It seems as if Leslie is seen as a motherly figure and I can also see that they acknowledge her as the matriarch of the restaurant. Smart ghosts.

When Michael and I arrived at the restaurant we were greeted by friendly smiles and as we looked around the large room, it was evident by the many photos on the wall that Leslie and her family were leaving a legacy all their own. It was a warm and friendly place but you could feel something, almost like eyes upon you. It could have been all the photos on the wall or maybe some patrons of long ago.

We let some of the wait-staff know we were paranormal investigators and they enthusiastically started talking to us about their experiences. Charlotte, Leslie’s granddaughter came over and volunteered to give us a tour after our meal. I must add here that we really enjoyed our meal. They are known far and wide for their scones and they did not disappoint. Think of them as sopapillas but better!! Their honey butter is to die for! (No pun intended)

As we were eating Charlotte told us about a woman spirit in the women’s bathroom who was sad and heard crying. They believe she is a woman who lost her child to drowning a few streets behind the restaurant years ago. The bathroom at first seems just like any average bathroom and then a little melancholy sets in and it seems to affect the emotions a little and for some a lot. Those who are empathic are impacted more so than those who aren’t. There is also a dark spirit that Zach from the Ghost Adventures tried to agitate from the men’s bathroom. The dark spirit allegedly scratched a visitor on one of the ghost tours the family offers. As far as the episode with Zach commanding the dark spirit to show itself, the likelihood of the dark spirit actually scratching him shown in the episode is pretty unlikely. But those ratings always need a little boost!

 

We followed Charlotte into another room that used to be a bar but is now used for parties etc. It was really heavy and to me housed most of the spirits that were connected through the illegal gambling which happened down in the basement many years ago. Charlotte said they were able to get the spirits to turn on and off flashlights. She also said that during a voicebox session two names came through, Peter and Henry. Henry for some reason messes with the electronics and they think that Peter is the one talking to them through the flashlight.

 

The family was told that at any given time they have more than a hundred spirits coming in and out of the restaurant, hanging out or communicating with people. My thoughts on this particular room is that the spirits from the illegal gambling days moved there from down below because the Indians who’s burial ground was inharmoniously defiled are hostile to anyone wanting to stay down there

I also heard there was a vortex in the restaurant and sensed where I thought it was by the party room. There is a bathroom adjacent to the party room with a brick wall painted a dark brown or reddish in color and I asked Charlotte if there used to be a doorway there. She said, “No.”

It wasn’t so much a doorway to me but an opening and then it hit me that this was where the vortex is located. You could actually feel the spirits coming in and out through the wall. It made sense to me because the room seemed to be full of spirits that were all talking at the same time, like actually being in a bar or gambling room. At times it felt as if the room was beyond capacity in spirits.

 

Next we went down to the basement but to get there Charlotte had to open up a wooden door from the floor that once opened revealed steps going down into a very dark room. Stepping into the room was like stepping into an Indian campground. It was like I was at one of the Pueblos back home only this time was with departed spirits. They weren’t happy and I must say that the basement was kind of a mess with things piled in different corners that had been there for years.

 

I knew immediately why the spirits were upset. Imagine a place where your loved ones were once buried and all of a sudden, someone comes along and builds a structure over their gravesites.

 

I was greeted by a young Native American who was shirtless, wearing leather pants with long black hair and a small pouch hanging from his neck. I didn’t see a mark on him where a bullet hole would be so I got the impression that perhaps he didn’t die from a gunshot wound. I think he got sick and died from some type of consumption. All in all there were 7 spirits down there that were unhappy. There could have been more but that is who came through to me. They were very unhappy with the mess over their gravesites. I think that the dark spirit that scratched the visitor in the men’s bathroom was probably one of the Native American spirits in the basement.

I told Charlotte that if they cleaned it up and paid homage to the spirits who were buried there, that the energy would be lighter, better and they would be happier. I suggested a Remembering Blessing that the family members could do to appease the spirits and let them know they are not forgotten. To be forgotten for many of us is worse than death but if you are dead, feeling no one cares or knows about your plight, it could be a prison of inconsequence.

Amy Allan from the Dead Files commented that Leslie would need representatives from many religions to do a ceremony to help appease the spirits at the restaurant. Leslie told me on the phone it was basically impossible and I agree with her. To advise this is a set up for failure. How can anybody possibly do this? Not many people have the time or ability to find such a large group.

 

What I feel needs to be done is simpler. A Medicine Man from the Ute tribe and a Bishop from the Mormon faith need to come and do a Blessing of the Spirits. An intermediary such as an empath or healer who is not from either group would stand between the Bishop and Medicine Man. From the Medicine man I see a pouch of prayers being offered. From the Bishop a written Blessing. If both representatives could do the ceremony, the hostility would dissipate and there would be a lighter feeling down in the basement and throughout the restaurant. Remembering the Dead once a year is a good way to let them know they are not forgotten.

At the end of our tour, we said good-bye to Charlotte and felt we had just made a new friend. To Leslie and her family, we would like to thank you for your gracious hospitality and to the spirits of Leslie’s Family Tree Restaurant, rest assured, you are not forgotten.

Rainbow

 

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Richard Boylan — Interesting and far out Stuff, but truth didn’t fall far from his tree

CIA Projects Stargate, Grill Flame, Center Lane, Sunstreak, Scanate, and MK-ULTRA were just the tip of the iceberg. There were many, many other projects, all to do with the intertwined investigation of and experimentation with remote viewing, remote sensing, remote influencing (both mental and physical), mind control, remote mind programming and reprogramming, remote hypnotizing, creation of and utilization of psychic weapons, etc.

Army Lt. General James Channon was one person involved. He developed  the First Earth Battalion Operations Manual using psychic warrior concepts. Some details about these are provided in the book (2004) and movie (2009),  The Men Who Stare at Goats.

Others involved are/were a whole host of shadowy characters in military, intelligence, civilian mil-intel contract work; and as well as operatives of the Cabal. Just some of the people involved are/were:

Glenn B. Wheaton, retired U.S. Army Special Forces sergeant with 5th SFG; psychic and remote viewer; set Ronson on the trail of the “men who stare at goats”Albert Stubblebine, retired Army major general; career military intelligence officer; proponent of psychic warfare, levitation, spoon-bending and walking through wallsJim Channon, retired Army lieutenant colonel; author of the First Earth Battalion Operations Manual; New Age guru and consultantJohn B. Alexander, retired Army colonel; proponent of non-lethal weapons and of military applications of the paranormal; introduced Channon’s book to Stubblebine Frederick Holmes “Skip” Atwater, retired Army lieutenant; Gen. Stubblebine’s “psychic headhunter”; later president of the Monroe Institute James V. Hardt, research psychologist and expert on the electrophysiological basis of spiritual states; assisted the “men who stare at goats”Steven Halpern, new-age musician consulted by the Army on how to deploy music as a weapon or for mind-control via subliminal messagesGuy Savelli, martial artist and psychic; recruited to work with U.S. Special Forces by Col. Alexander; purportedly “downed” a goat and killed a hamster with his mind alone Pete Brusso, martial artist and psychic; inventor/marketer of a personal self-defense weapon (“the Predator”); Savelli’s rival for U.S. military contract workUri Geller, spoon-bending Israeli celebrity psychic entertainer; self-described consultant to the U.S. military Prof. Courtney Brown, Emory University political scientist and paranormal proponent; allegedly barred from the Art Bell radio show after inspiring the Heaven’s Gate mass suicide  Prudence Calabrese, psychic who worked with Courtney Brown; also banned from the Art Bell radio showChristopher Cerf, Sesame Street songwriter; song appropriated by U.S. Army PsyOps soldiers in IraqJamal al-Harith, Jamaican-British convert to Islam; subjected to musical weirdness as GTMO prisonerEdward (“Ed”) A. Dames, retired Army major, intelligence officer and psychic; frequent guest on the Art Bell radio show; known as “Dr Doom”Joseph McMoneagle, retired Army NCO and chief warrant officer; intelligence officer and psychic; now runs a remote viewing business Lyn Buchanan, retired Army intelligence NCO and psychic; unlike several of his colleagues, did not go on to develop a civilian “psychic franchise” Eric Olson, son of Frank Olson; lifelong activist to uncover cause of his father’s mysterious deathBob Ricks, American law enforcement official; incident commander at 1993 Waco siege Norman Cournoyer, Ft. Detrick colleague of Frank Olson; confirmed to Frank’s son Eric that, in his view, his father’s death was a CIA murderMichael Echanis, self-styled “soldier of fortune” and psychic martial artist; “pin up” icon for Special Forces groupies; died in a 1978 accident in Nicaragua

Gen. Manuel Noriega, superstitious dictator of Panama; exploited sorcery and witchcraft to wield power; nemesis of Gen. Stubblebine

Art Bell, late-night radio host and proponent of all manner of paranormality and conspiracies; mentor to Ed Dames

Tony Robbins, self-help guru and firewalker; mentor to Gen. Stubblebine

Frank Burns, retired Army colonel and Internet pioneer; purportedly coined (with Channon) the Army’s ’80s recruiting slogan “Be All That You Can Be”

Igor Smirnov, Russian psychiatrist; mind-control and thought projection expert; consulted by FBI during the 1993 Waco siege

Frank Olson, American bacteriologist and Army bio-weaponeer; died in 1953 in tragic CIA misadventure

Sidney Gottlieb, American chemist and CIA spymaster; dosed Frank Olson with LSD days before his death

“Dr. Bucha”, U.S. Army scientist who, in the 1950s, investigated tactical uses of helicopter flicker vertigo; may be an urban legend as no one knows his first name

David Koresh, American leader of the Branch Davidians religious sect; subjected to musical weirdness and finally killed during 1993 Waco siege.

Of note too is that there will be CIA involvement when extraterrestrial aliens arrive here on Earth: “The CIA reportedly is also a member of an Incident Response Team to investigate UFO landings, if one should occur.”   (Presumably because the CIA could field one or more operatives uber-talented in telepathic communication – the preferred manner of communicating of the Star Visitors.)

After the 9/11 [2001] attack, the NSA also got into the psychic spying/warfare business.

Of interest is that one of the sources who provided information concerning the post-9/11 NSA psychic program given to investigative author Gus Russo claimed that some of the operations to remote-view foreign intelligence targets had been blocked by “an unknown extraterrestrial source,” suggesting the NSA’s psychic research program involves more than psychic perceptions.

The Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA) also is working in the same psychic research-and-development areas as the CIA and NSA.

 

When Darth Vader talked about the Dark Side, fiction notwithstanding, there really is a real Dark Side. The behind-the-curtain controllers, The Cabal have mastered [sort-of] all of the above research and experimentation to assemble a formidable armamentarium of psychic warfare instrumentalities. A big part of the Cabal’s power is that can remotely target anyone at any time in any location in the world and psychically or psychotronically “read” and attack them. And leave no fingerprints.

What the Cabal hadn’t reckoned on was the Star Seeds are more powerful than any psychic weapon – (once the Star Seed is aware that he/she is being attacked or remote-influenced by said psychic weapons!)

 

Wendi,  I am in awe of your endurance.  As are Star Nations High Council.

Like the Timex slogan goes, you ‘take a licking and keep on ticking.’

After Public Acknowledgment of Star Visitors [soon], there will need to be a globally-televised public assembly, Wendi, at which you are awarded a  Distinguished Service and Heroism Award for all you have been through and survived at the hands of the Cabal.

Be well, Wendi-san.

Namaste.

 

Richard Boylan, Ph.D.

Councillor of Earth

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

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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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Taken to a Parallel Reality- Is it all True Series #378

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Sometimes I am taken to places that are immediately familiar to me and yet not nothing is familiar or close to this reality. It’s as if I have two lives in parallel realities.

With this particular experience, I again found comfort in familiar surroundings and peoples faces. I happened to wake up from my dream body, surrounded by a group of people. I felt as if I was truly awake just as I am now writing and sharing this experience with you.

The group of people I was with, and myself were all invited to a social gathering in a building that had amazing angles to it and circular shapes from the roof and the sides of the building. The ceiling was amazing beyond anything I have ever seen here, it was high up and seemed to have a surround sound type of wall structure to it that made our voices loud but with no echoing. This place was a port and we walked towards an area where there were steps towards a craft called a transporter that was strange in shape, almost deceiving.

Many of the people that were walking along with me, I knew. This was strange to me because even though I knew I knew them, I couldn’t place how or why they were familiar to me. For some strange reason I felt my daughter Savanah was with me but I also knew that in “this” reality that she was at school. Yet, I also knew she was with me in this experience so it made me feel like I was in two realities at once. Savanah had been a major part of this experience in the past so I always associated the buildings, ports and people with her and me being together. I actually saw a young woman who was Savanah’s same age and who I knew she was friends with in this group. The young woman was taller then Savanah with brown hair and skinny like a model. I waved at her and she smiled at me and for some strange reason, I knew Savanah was hanging out with here and their group of friends.

I didn’t panic because I couldn’t find Savanah,I knew the group of young people she was with, were all exceptionally gifted students. I wanted to leave her alone because she was after all a young adult at this point so I knew she needed her space.

As I continued to walk, I could see the transporter which was white and shaped like a shuttle train. There were windows along each side where the seats were. For some reason, I was able to look inside the transporter and out of the windows and over it, all at the same time, at will. The inside seemed bigger than what appeared on the outside. It actually looked narrow like a train. Inside the seats were spacious and comfortable, almost like being on a private plane yet much wider.

The transporter did many things, it flew like a plane or could be driven like a car and also went on railroad tracks like a train. It was created to be multi-functional. I sat in a chair that looked out the front window by a man who was the driver. The man driving (flying) the transporter had on a light brown jumpsuit and a helmet on with big earphones located on the outside of it. The helmet seemed more circular then helmets here based on what our military and motorcycle groups wear. He was seated in front of a control panel, preparing for lift off. The transporter then levitated off the ground, circled around the landing strip about 10 to 15 feet off the ground.

We slowly went over an area where there were mechanics and aviation personnel on the ground below. None of them freaked out or stared at the transporter so I assumed we were at a terminal type of airport where the transporters were flown out from. We slowly went over to a man in the same kind of light brown jumpsuit as our pilot. He held up an instrument that was circular in shape. It was clear as glass like a large crystal ball with metal wrapped around it in different directions. It had a liquid in it that swirled like fire almost like how the surface of the sun swirls. It had a bright yellow and reddish color to it.

The man held up the object to some place under the transporter to give it, its energy. Within a few minutes, we immediately sped forward like on a rollercoaster except the speed was very intense. It felt like we were dropping even though we were lifting and going forward. It almost felt like too much G-force at first, more then we could handle as a group of people and then we gently were pushed back into our seats with the pressure easing up and going away. It was pleasant after that and I was able to enjoy the view instead of dealing with my queasy stomach. We flew over a city and I thought that we must be quite a sight to see but nobody paid us much attention and that was because as I looked around, there were transporters everywhere in the sky.

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Who are the Others –Is it all True Series # 368

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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?

Rainbow

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A Possible Resolution to the Artificial Portals Is it all True Series #365

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To my chagrin, Loekey awoke me from a deep sleep Tuesday the llth of this month, (Nov.) in the wee hours of the morning and decided to impart vital information to me. The information started to flood into my mind as I tossed and turned in bed. I opened my exhausted eyes and told Loekey that I was too tired and I wasn’t going to go to my computer to type down any information. Unfortunately, information continued to flood my brain for what felt like three hours. I then was able to fall asleep but I lost those vital hours of sleep and I looked tired and haggard the next morning.

This is all the information I can retain at this time. Until Loekey comes back and helps me remember more…this is it.

Loekey told me that the earth has upper and lower transparent frequencies that are connected to the upside down pyramids. These frequencies rotate opposite of each other and because of this; Loekey thinks there might be a chance to use these frequencies to close off the artificial portals. Understanding the science behind the two frequencies is paramount at this point.

Interestingly enough Loekey said there is another frequency they think they can use and this comes from a seismic influx from the sun, we call a solar flare. It is thought that when a solar flare comes towards earth, this can be used along with the earth’s two frequencies, to close up the artificial portals. If all goes well, the first to be closed will be the artificial portals that are opened in the areas where the solar flares converge with the transparent frequencies. It was important for me to understand that because the two transparent frequencies rotate opposite of each other, they are a big part of the equation but Loekey didn’t say why.

The mathematical equation-resolution is coming from an outside source so Loekey said they are waiting for the go ahead, the explanation regarding how it will all work and what their assistance will be.

This is all Greek to me, so obviously Loekey has a better understanding of what is going on then me. I also remembered that he told me something about a gravitational wave but the details have left me. Anybody reading this…please understand that I am the messenger, not a scientist.

Continued:

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Tuesday the 25th, again in the wee hours of the morning, I woke up out of a dead sleep and said out loud, “Sacred Geometry can solve the artificial portal problems.” I said this matter of factly out loud and I told myself to remember what I said and then I immediately fell back asleep.

I woke up the next morning, immediately remembering what I said and wondered what the heck that was all about. Either it was Loekey who woke me up and made me remember the words, Sacred Geometry or for some bizarre reason it was me. (I seriously doubt it was me.)

I then realized that in my dance class the night prior, I was teaching my students about movement within choreography. The design within any movement is just as important as deciding which group of moves fit together. I told the girls that when they are creating choreography from a specific design, they need to follow the pattern and see where it leads them. This is because while they are continuing with the design, no matter what they add in, traveling steps or turns, they will still be connected to the original inspired pattern. The pattern is always an extension of itself and even though in dance at any given time, it can change into another design, it all fits together like a kaleidoscope. None of the beautiful patterns ever take away from each other; they tend to create multiple images of extended patterns that emerge from each other.

After remembering my dance class and talking to Michael about it, he commented that maybe Loekey was somehow aware of my dance class and from my description and explanation to my students, perhaps he got the, “Sacred Geometry,” idea. This might be farfetched but to be honest with you, neither one of us has a rational explanation as to why out of the blue, I woke up and blurted out the words, Sacred Geometry.

I checked out Wikipedia’s description regarding, Sacred Geometry also known as the Flower of Life and this is what it said:

The Flower of Life is the name that gives to a geometrical figure composed of multiple evenly-spaced, overlapping circles. This figure forms a flower-like pattern with the symmetrical structure of a hexagon.
A “Flower of Life” figure consists of seven or more overlapping circles,[1] in which the center of each circle is on the circumference of up to six surrounding circles of the same diameter. However, the surrounding circles need not be clearly or completely drawn; in fact, some ancient symbols that are claimed as examples of the Flower of Life contain only a single circle or hexagon.
Drunvalo Melchizedek has called these figures symbols of sacred geometry, asserting that they represent ancient spiritual beliefs, and that they depict fundamental aspects of space and time.[2][3] Melchizedek claims that Metatron’s Cube may be derived from the Flower of Life pattern, and that the Platonic solids within it were “thought to act as a template from which all life springs.”[4][5] Melchizedek has been teaching the Flower of Life at workshops since 1985.

Once I read the description of the Flower of Life, I realized why there could be a possibility of this ancient pattern effectively closing the artificial portals. The pattern and its spheres are identical to the distances between the tones and the half tones in music. The frequency of the tones and half tones in music affect people along with any living being or creature within audible range. Since the artificial portals aren’t apart of the natural pattern created by earths design, they would be vulnerable to her frequency tones which could be considered like seismic waves. If so, with the pattern repeating itself, there is a chance the artificial portals won’t be able to stay open without the blue print of the original hexagonal pattern opening and closing. And let me say, that I am guessing here because at this point any of the above could be a solution or a figment of my imagination.

As a result of my obvious confusion over frequencies, I decided to look into what kind of frequencies come from the earth and found out that there were man made artificial frequencies as well. Here’s a few that I found with a little bit of information to go along with them.

The earth has a resonant frequency which is a natural wave created from lightning storms. It is also called “earth brainwaves,” because it is identical to the frequency spectrum of human brainwaves.

Infrasound which as also known as low-frequency sound, is used by whales, elephants, hippopotamus, rhinoceros, giraffes, and alligators to communicate over long distances. I think most of us know that migrating birds use naturally generated infrasound, from sources such as turbulent airflow over mountain ranges, as a navigational aid.

HAARP(High-Frequency Active Auroral Research Program) waves produce elf waves which manipulate the ionosphere. When certain areas are targeted, it can create devastating weather changes and also affect people in ways such as mood swings, irritability etc. Unfortunately, this might be a growing problem that interferes with earth’s natural frequency blueprint.

I came across this artificial frequency which I didn’t know much about. GWEN (Ground Wave Emergency Network) transmitters affect the earth’s natural brain rhythm by replacing natural geomagnetic waves coming from the ground with artificially created low frequency (LF) ground waves. I wondered how this is affecting people, animals and the Earth herself.

At this point, I must say that I am beginning to wonder if Sacred Geometry could even work considering the various types of man made artificial interference through out the planet. I can only assume Loekey already knows all of this and this is why they need an outside source to help them close off the artificial portals. Taking it a step further, maybe the interference coming from Haarp and GWEN have played a role in helping the artificial rips stay open and in place. It’s a huge assumption but one that has to be put out there.

To be honest with you, I’m starting to think, Loekey works in mysterious ways and that he wanted me to do some of this research on my own and write about it. I can see the full spectrum of this massive task that has been placed on his and many others shoulders. All I can say is that my respect for him has grown immensely from knowing this.

Loekey hasn’t communicated with me in his “non-typical” way since I emphatically told him I wasn’t getting out of bed to type the information he was imparting to me. I understand Loekey works on a vastly different timetable then me. His idea of sharing information is paramount and in the moment, not necessarily when it’s convenient for me to receive it. All I can say is, the next time he contacts me, I’ll get my tired butt up out of bed and I’ll do what I promised him I would do, which is to be a mediary, receiving and imparting his message to who ever wants to read it. This is all for now or until further communication with Loekey resumes.

From Rainbow Radaelli – truthseekerhighway.com

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Rainbow's Diary– Is it all True Series #363

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New Additions 11-23-14
These two additions from my diary have always stayed with me through out the years. I decided to share them because I think people need to know that there have been visitors coming here for many years. I feel if people need proof at this point in history then they really are living with their heads in the sand. We all instinctively know what is the truth. In today’s day and age, people are accustom to bury the truth deep within them. The more technology, the more foreign our higher-selves become to us.

The Men in Black memory, is one of many. The Alien-Men in Black taught me when I was a little girl so I tend to have a love-hate relationship with them. The government, Men in Black are just agents who take on the appearance of the initial Men in Black. The only similarity they have is the way they dress, beyond that there is no comparison.

Spacecraft and Children

Written down 9-8-2010
I was invited as a special guest to visit a spacecraft that was positioned close to earth. The human looking visitors were familiar with earth and they often came to visit us from what I was told.

I was standing in an unusually shaped spacecraft that served like a classroom of sorts for various types of curriculum’s being taught to these visitors kids. We were all in very tight corridors so I knew it was a small spacecraft that operated more like a transportation vehicle. I was walking around many children who looked just like children on earth. I had the feeling that the mothership they came from was massive and not far away, though I can’t recall seeing it, I had more a feeling it was not far away.

The light inside was very bright and I was taken aback because the children seemed really excited to see me. For some reason I was compelled to tell the kids that I was from earth and immediately the hostess who was showing me around, anxiously told me not to tell the kids where I was from because I would scare them. This was so odd to me but it was made clear to me to keep quiet. I wondered why they felt this way about earth…

The children seemed to move at a faster speed then me and my mind had a difficult time slowing them down. They were highly intelligent and they obviously exuded a higher frequency then me. A little girl came over to me and started to excitedly talk to me but she was giving me a really bad headache. I immediately felt dizzy as she focused all her attention on me. Her speech sounded like it was on fast forward and I couldn’t keep up with what she was saying.

She was around 9 or 10 and her brain function was so much higher then mine and I could tell she didn’t understand why I couldn’t understand her. She assumed because I looked like her that I was just like her.

I came back from this experience very humbled because the children were just so much more intelligent then not only our kids but most adults here. I remember the hostess telling me that they learn at a very fast rate. In a silly way I almost wished that some of their intelligence would have rubbed off on me. I knew I was human and without a doubt that just wasn’t going to happen.

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Men in Black/a Pointed Needle/a Voice behind Me

The year of this experience wasn’t written down but I believe I was in my late 30’s. The first thing I remember was that I was tied down by my wrists and ankles to a large chair that made me look like I was a small child. It reminded me of the electric chairs in years past that they used in prisons. This one must have been for very large people.

There were two Men in Black standing in front of me by a doorway. They weren’t the white skinned Alien type but government agents. None the less, they were dressed completely in black, including sunglasses. I really didn’t like them and my animosity was growing because they seemed to be making fun of me. I lunged forward trying to get at them and realized I was tied down by my wrists and ankles.

A voice from behind me told me to look at my right palm. My wrist was untied and for a minute I thought maybe I could untie myself. The voice told me to take my right palm and place it over a long, pointed needle that was about a foot long and pyramid shaped. I immediately felt uncomfortable and I told the voice emphatically, “No,” and then said they couldn’t make me. The two Men in Black started to laugh and I again instinctively lunged at them which made them laugh even harder.

The voice told me again to place my palm over the needle and I again said “No!” All of a sudden my right arm moved on it’s own which was the weirdest feeling I have ever felt and I immediately knew I couldn’t stop it. I watched as my right palm moved over the sharp point of the long needle and no matter how much I focused, I couldn’t stop my right palm from being pricked by the needle. I blacked out as soon as I felt the tip of the needle prick my palm.

I believe the purpose of the chair was to intimidate me and make me feel like a small child. What I can say is because of the experience, I realized that I acquired a different kind of perception, almost like my frequency was altered, more sensitive.

Addendum:
I saw no cut or prick on my right palm after I remembered the experience happened. There were no marks on my wrists or ankles. My palm in no way felt sore or showed any signs of being messed with. I was agitated beyond belief though, and I honestly think I could have taken those Men in Black on and beat the crap out of them.

By Rainbow Radaelli – Truthseekerhighway.com

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The Ones Among Us – Part 1- Is it all True Series #357

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My research has shown me that the world isn’t what it seems, but the world is a complex series of strange events created by strange beings and I am not excluding humans, because they truly are a strange lot.
As we walk through our lives, many miss the very odd, because we cannot perceive or see things that don’t conform to our present existence. There are humanoids that are not humans among us and if you pay attention you can, and will, see them. But realize these sightings may be brief and you will probably question your sanity. Sometimes you may only see this strangeness out of the corner of your eye.

So let me tell you a few of my experiences and a few from other people I know involving these being among us. I have had several of my own. The first one, I was having Thanksgiving dinner at a Golden Corral in Tucson. I was with a few people and after filling my plate up and sitting down to enjoy my feast, out of the corner of my eye was sitting an it/he maybe 10 feet from me and staring at me. He was completely focused on me and I was very uncomfortable. As I looked at him I noticed he had a long thin head and a short neck. As I further checked him out, he had solid black, slightly almond shaped eyes. He never took his eyes off of me and never ate one spoon full of his food. As I finished my dinner and got up, his strange eyes followed me out the door. I waited outside in my car, but he never came out and I never went back in.

Next a friend of mine in Albuquerque had a very interesting bus driver experience. His son would take a public bus to school occasionally, on one occasion he noticed the bus driver had very pale skin, long exaggerated face, and strange eyes, and it/he felt very not human. After seeing the same weird driver a few more times he told his Dad, my friend. My friend was curious and into the UFO scene. So the next week he got on the same bus with his daughter to see if he might catch the same driver. And guess what, he did. My friend sat across and behind the driver. As soon as my friend got in the bus the driver noticed him and while the bus was moving forward it/he/she turned and stared at him for about 1 and ½ miles down the street, safely guiding the bus through stop lights, and dropping off and picking up passengers. To top it off, no one else seemed to notice this event on the bus. What the bus driver did was an amazing feat, even for an alien.

Sleep tight, part two will have more experiences to share, and pay attention for you might see the unthinkable or the improbable.
MWiz.

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Cabals and their Overlords–Is it all True Series # 353

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Nearly every major country in our world has an underground body, a shadow government, a dark organization or a Cabal, that points us into the right directions, to satisfy the agendas of our Overlords. If a country does not have a shadow government or dark group, it is controlled by another country’s Cabal. No country on earth is free of a Cabal’s control.

Cabals by definition are individuals, groups, companies or governments that conspire to control and hold power over a group of people, for the strict benefit of the Cabal and its Overlords. This control can be done quite openly or very covertly. Most of their operations are of the covert nature. If it was an open operation, the victims would be revolting.

A few examples of Cabals are the world banking cabal, centered in Zurich and London; here they have total control of world currencies and precious metals. Their manipulation of these assets cost its victims billions annually. The Agriculture Cabal, controls food production worldwide, this Cabal is made up of powerful companies that control seed production and fertilizer production– such as Monsanto and Potash. Next is energy control – the Oil Cabal, BP, Exxon- Mobil, and Shell. The Religious Cabal, the Catholic Church and the Muslim faith, both conspiring to steal souls and present them to the Overlords. These are just a few examples there are many more.

All of these sinister Cabals, were created by the beings controlling our over-all mission, our human mission on earth, to produce the human emotional energy for them (the beings) Archons or whatever you want to call them, this human energy they need us to produce so they can survive.

The first step towards stopping them, is to help humankind realize, what is really going on, for the reason that reality is not what it seems. This will be a tough road to hoe, for their mind- control methods are far advanced. Just look at how the News Cabal covered up the 911 event, so that 95% of all Americans believe the official line of the ones that truly did the highest crime against all mankind and got away with it.

Sleep Tight, for those 5 % will not give up and from them the truth will grow.
MWiz.