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One of my all-time favorite books is Beyond Fear by Don Miguel Ruiz; I try to read it every six months for a total mind cleanse. Miguel is a bringer of the knowledge of the Toltec culture. He talks about beings called Allies. Allies, in Miguel’s world, are beings that I would call Reptilians. These Allies form a spectrum from benevolent to malevolent, sometimes even possessing human beings bodies. This Allies group has been present alongside humans from the beginning of our creation. And note some of the human cultures, such as the ancient Egyptians, have called these Allies, gods.

The Allies lack a normal human-type brain, so they can’t create emotions, and they need emotions to sustain their lives. So that is where we humans come in, we create their food–emotional sustenance. The emotional substance they like the best with is fear; the more fear humans create, the more food for the Allies to live and flourish. The Allies control over us is in our dreamtime, which note in the Toltec thinking is 24 hours a day. So we are their cows, giving food, to some extent, around the clock.

Now the trick for humans is to awaken to this fear/ food arrangement, stop projecting fear and turn to love. By projecting love, it would force the Allies to use our love emotion or they would perish. They would have to evolve to become a more loving group, and not creating drama and deadly wars. According to the Toltecs, this destructive influence led the ancient people of Mu and the Monkey nation (Americas) to destroy Atlantis with a massive Nuclear War.

If the Allies perish, most of our negative drama in the world would end. Peace and prosperity would reign.

Sleep tight – I vote to end the fear-based reign of the Allies, it’s time for humans to be totally free, and be God .
MWiz.

Enjoy — Jesse has that special way about him.

One night when we were living temporarily in Taos, NM I was awakened suddenly for no reason–that happens with me a lot anyhow. So not a big deal, really. I’ve thought there were prowlers in the house all my life, but no one is ever there, you-know–well, until 2 years ago when all the strangeness began. At the time our dog was 7 almost 8 months old. I’d made him a little bed on the floor at the foot of our bed. Nothing, I mean nothing, gets past him. He’s a standard-sized poodle, extremely smart and agile. He’s up in a flash at anything he hears and he seemed to hear everything, especially the movement of coyotes roaming the 20-acre property. So, I wake up suddenly and he’s not on our bed, as usual. I call his name. He doesn’t answer. I rustle the cover as I get out of bed, which will always wake him. I see him sitting up on his little bed as straight as board if he’s at attention. He’s leaning against the wall holding his weight up with one shoulder and he is stone cold out. I went over to him. I had to touch him to get him to respond. It was totally weird. When I touched him he straightened up and looked at me as if he’d been away somewhere, then jumped up on our bed. I said to my husband that there was something very strange and not right about his being out like that. But his take on it was that we had a puppy and who knew? Maybe he wore himself out watching for coyotes and was sitting at attention. I don’t believe that, even now. It was too odd as if he’d been, literally, switched off somehow.

Then, a few days later I can’t say precisely whether I was asleep or awake, but I woke to full consciousness on the heels of the sighting. We slept with the windows open. There is no A/C in Taos. Our bedroom had large floor to ceiling windows on either side of the bed. The house was an old adobe with 4 foot walls and natural window seats. It had been updated to accommodate a modern living condition, but remained quaint in appearance. It was 3 a.m. when I looked out the window. I saw these beings standing outside it looking in at me. They were huddled together in a group shoulder to shoulder as if posing for a portrait. They looked absolutely ancient. They had piercing blue eyes surrounded by reddish, thin skin like one would see in very old people. The red made their eyes appear even bluer. The eyes were not huge, but closer to the size of a human’s and round, not slanted. They had faces that looked like very old people, all wrinkled, large upper heads that also had wrinkles, creamy white skin, no hair, slight bodies (thin and frail), a small nose and mouth and appeared to be between 5-6′ tall. There were 4 or 5 of them–I think 5. I can’t remember precisely. But the eyes! They were piercing, simply piercing. They had almost white circles inside the irises too that, again, made them seem bluer. It was as if they were looking into my soul, right inside me. I thought they are curious, taking notes or something. Since I was lying in bed I couldn’t image why they were staring at me. Then, I know I came to full consciousness and they were gone. The rest of that day the feeling of not being alone, the quiet of the country, the huge trees and the hanging humidity from the recent rains we’d experienced was oppressing. I didn’t feel comfortable inside the house afterwards and I couldn’t justify what I’d seen.

It appears that urban legends about reptilians among us won’t go away, no matter how absurd they seem! Perhaps it is because beneath the neocortex of each one of us, at the core of our noodle, lies what’s called the reptilian brain, which is believed to be responsible for instinctual behaviors involved in aggression, dominance, territoriality and ritual displays.

Regardless, this cleverly-made clip discusses the prominence of reptilian characters in ancient myths from traditions around the globe and it also traces the modern era of the development of reptoid mythology, to the early 1930s writings of G. Warren Shufelt of Los Angeles, CA. He claimed to have discovered subterranean labyrinths beneath an underground city built by an advanced race of “Lizard People” some 5,000 years ago.

According to a series of stories published in the Los Angeles Times in 1933, it was alleged that some of these tunnels ran for 20 miles from under Santa Monica Bay and that man-made gold was found in these chambers and passageways.

Despite hard evidence of their existence today, this pervasive belief that humanoid reptiles are controlling the human race ranked the 10th most Popular Conspiracy Theory by writer, Vicki Santillano, in a 2009 article she wrote for DivineCaroline.com

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Well. I have an open mind and will always have an open mind ,, but this is a big push with just minimal evidence – but quite interesting

Please read Part 1 posting from 09/29/12 and Part 2 posting from 10/13/12. Central and South America have many giant bird stories. Many of these birds reportedly have wingspans of well over 30 feet and beak to the tail upwards of 12 feet.
One story out of Panama was of a 21-year-old who had a close encounter in his backyard while feeding his dog. He heard a large branch snap in a nearby tree and this huge bird, nearly 12 feet tall with a hooked beak landed in front of the young man. They stared at each other and then it suddenly left in a big gust of wind.
In the middle 70’s there was a vampire legend in Puerto Rico. These strange winged creatures were appearing everywhere on the island. These giants looked like pterodactyls. One encounter in 1975 a man saw a large bird creature in a tree near his house. He quickly ran inside for safety. The creature then landed on the man’s roof and hung there for about 10 minutes and finally took off. These Puerto Rico giants would occasional grab a chicken or two during their flights and they give out a very large strange noise.
There were other descriptions of these giants with dense plumage, a thick neck, and piercing eyes. And the strangest feature was a wolf–like muzzle, instead of a beak. These sightings went into the 1990’s.
There was another special event that came along with the bird sightings – time warp/lag. Everything around the giant encounter was in slow motion until the bird’s presence left the scene.
I had one more personal experience; I lived at about 8500 ft. in the Wasatch Mountains in Utah. One day I was on the front porch sweeping the leaves off, and in the distance I saw what looked like a small plane flying quite low in the sky. But as it got closer I noticed it was a huge bird flapping its wings and it was coming directly toward my house. And as it got over our house it dumped enough bird poop to fill a Home Depot 5 gal bucket – which coated the front of our house; it was steaming hot but I quickly hosed it down.
Sleep tight – If you wake-up with something white coating your house, you can blame the giant winged beasts.
MWiz.

Worth the Listen —

Well, to Wall Street, of course. About 12 years ago, our government started to loosen up the regulations of the brokerage houses, banks and Wall Street in general. Wall Street was allowed with little to no oversight to make weapons of mass destruction in the form of extremely high-risk trading instruments. They caused the destruction of the value of personal property (our homes); in the tune of trillions of dollars were lost in a matter of months. Millions lost their jobs, and as you know, after three years of the great recession, as a whole country, we barely have our heads above water, but one wrong move and we could be under for good.

Now, there is a lot of blame to go around for Democrats and Republicans alike. The government and the private sector all played a role, but a group has to be given the greatest credit for the heist of the millennium. The true redistribution of wealth started only about 12 years, now the top 1% has 90 % of the wealth in America. Many will debate the number, but unfortunately for the middle class and poor, that is probably correct.

So, why do I think the Reptilians are now on Wall Street and have been increasing in numbers over the last 12 years? Because the greed, misery and suffering has increased over this period. Reptilians are beings that feed off human emotions, like suffering, despair and emotional collapse, etc. and the more the better. When Banksters went in front of Congress to be questioned, they sat there unemotional and lied to Congress that they had bet against these CDOs and CDSs, their WMDs against the world.

They created these monsters and reaped huge profits and gave out amazing yearly bonuses, some 100 times the average lifetime wages of a middle-class worker. The Reptilians in Wall Street found the easiest way to feed their needs to see mankind collapse and release more emotional energy than they could ever dream of.

Justice must be served quickly or this will repeat itself because greed is the ultimate addiction. And the Reptilians on Wall Street are the Super Addicts of the Universe; they collect and consume our emotions. And sadly their appetite is growing.

I have included below a recent great article from Rolling Stone, which details what’s going on, on Wall Street- a whole different world occupied by a different species.

Sleep Tight – if you are reading this the World did NOT end @ 6:00pm on 05/21/11 as the man who made 80 million dollars was saying it would. I hope his followers demand all of their money back. Greed knows no limits.

MWiz.
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The People vs. Goldman SachsA Senate committee has laid out the evidence. Now the Justice Department should bring criminal charges

Goldman Sachs CEO Lloyd Blankfein tesifies before the Senate in April 2010

By MATT TAIBBI
MAY 11, 2011 9:30 AM ET
They weren’t murderers or anything; they had merely stolen more money than most people can rationally conceive of, from their own customers, in a few blinks of an eye. But then they went one step further. They came to Washington, took an oath before Congress, and lied about it.

Thanks to an extraordinary investigative effort by a Senate subcommittee that unilaterally decided to take up the burden the criminal justice system has repeatedly refused to shoulder, we now know exactly what Goldman Sachs executives like Lloyd Blankfein and Daniel Sparks lied about. We know exactly how they and other top Goldman executives, including David Viniar and Thomas Montag, defrauded their clients. America has been waiting for a case to bring against Wall Street. Here it is, and the evidence has been gift-wrapped and left at the doorstep of federal prosecutors, evidence that doesn’t leave much doubt: Goldman Sachs should stand trial.

This article appears in the May 26, 2011 issue of Rolling Stone. The issue is available now on newsstands and will appear in the online archive May 13.

The great and powerful Oz of Wall Street was not the only target of Wall Street and the Financial Crisis: Anatomy of a Financial Collapse, the 650-page report just released by the Senate Subcommittee on Investigations, chaired by Democrat Carl Levin of Michigan, alongside Republican Tom Coburn of Oklahoma. Their unusually scathing bipartisan report also includes case studies of Washington Mutual and Deutsche Bank, providing a panoramic portrait of a bubble era that produced the most destructive crime spree in our history — “a million fraud cases a year” is how one former regulator puts it. But the mountain of evidence collected against Goldman by Levin’s small, 15-desk office of investigators — details of gross, baldfaced fraud delivered up in such quantities as to almost serve as a kind of sarcastic challenge to the curiously impassive Justice Department — stands as the most important symbol of Wall Street’s aristocratic impunity and prosecutorial immunity produced since the crash of 2008.

Photo Gallery: How Goldman top dogs defrauded their clients and lied to Congress

To date, there has been only one successful prosecution of a financial big fish from the mortgage bubble, and that was Lee Farkas, a Florida lender who was just convicted on a smorgasbord of fraud charges and now faces life in prison. But Farkas, sadly, is just an exception proving the rule: Like Bernie Madoff, his comically excessive crime spree (which involved such lunacies as kiting checks to his own bank and selling loans that didn’t exist) was almost completely unconnected to the systematic corruption that led to the crisis. What’s more, many of the earlier criminals in the chain of corruption — from subprime lenders like Countrywide, who herded old ladies and ghetto families into bad loans, to rapacious banks like Washington Mutual, who pawned off fraudulent mortgages on investors — wound up going belly up, sunk by their own greed.

Read Matt Taibbi on Goldman Sachs, the ‘great vampire squid’

But Goldman, as the Levin report makes clear, remains an ascendant company precisely because it used its canny perception of an upcoming disaster (one which it helped create, incidentally) as an opportunity to enrich itself, not only at the expense of clients but ultimately, through the bailouts and the collateral damage of the wrecked economy, at the expense of society. The bank seemed to count on the unwillingness or inability of federal regulators to stop them — and when called to Washington last year to explain their behavior, Goldman executives brazenly misled Congress, apparently confident that their perjury would carry no serious consequences. Thus, while much of the Levin report describes past history, the Goldman section describes an ongoing? crime — a powerful, well-connected firm, with the ear of the president and the Treasury, that appears to have conquered the entire regulatory structure and stands now on the precipice of officially getting away with one of the biggest financial crimes in history.

Read Taibbi’s 2010 piece on how bailed-out banks are recreating the conditions for a crash

Defenders of Goldman have been quick to insist that while the bank may have had a few ethical slips here and there, its only real offense was being too good at making money. We now know, unequivocally, that this is bullshit. Goldman isn’t a pudgy housewife who broke her diet with a few Nilla Wafers between meals — it’s an advanced-stage, 1,100-pound medical emergency who hasn’t left his apartment in six years, and is found by paramedics buried up to his eyes in cupcake wrappers and pizza boxes. If the evidence in the Levin report is ignored, then Goldman will have achieved a kind of corrupt-enterprise nirvana. Caught, but still free: above the law.

Read the full article at rollingstone.com

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The Wake Up Now Conference

On April 29th, 30th and May 1st in a sleepy community called Bernalillo, just north Albuquerque with the beautiful backdrop of the Sandia Mountains, history was made. A cast, crew and participates numbering over 400 people (and a few interdimensional beings) were present to witness 16 amazing speakers who were all trying to Wake Up the World.

There was the famous Dolores Cannon, who talked about the dynamics of this new Global Transformation. Colin Andrews, Mr. Crop Circles, discussed how these formations were made by cosmic artists. Claude Swanson looked at the higher dimensional aspects of the UFOs, and Bill Murphy, a SciFi-TV host, was our MC of the three-day event and also a great speaker.

There were three great local speakers, Norio Hayakawa, Ken Johnston, and Gary Plapp, who all spoke about truth, energy and belief, and they truly held their own against the visiting speakers from outside of New Mexico.

There was my dear friend Kewaunee Lapseritis – and his talk about the truth about the Sasquatch People. And one after another, all the 16 speakers blended together to create a powerful environment that nurtured an awakening.

New Mexico is truly the Land Of Enchantment, and this is the place of high- strangeness so it is quite fitting that the “Edge” came to New Mexico. Those of us that live here truly do live on the “Edge” and in the “Edge.” And for that, the “Wake Up Now Conference” could have only been done here in the middle of the next shift of Consciousness. If you were lucky enough to be part of this major powerful event you were blessed. And if you would like to feel some of the excitement go to wakeupnowconference.com and order the DVD either of individual speakers or of the whole conference.

Sleep Tight, and maybe just maybe there will be another amazing conference in the fall of 2012

MWiz.

Recently — this quite remarkable- courageous woman related this amazing story to me — Her name is Esperanza. This type of story seems to be on the increase in recent months around the Southwestern part of the country. If you know of a similar story please forward to the comment section – no real names please.

Over the last 8 days I have sustained several visitations from ETs or inter-dimensional beings. I don’t know what species or which kind. I can hardly believe it, myself. I will say it happened over several nights because I remembered after the central event on the second night that a prior visit had taken place the evening before, and I knew another one would come, too. Here’s my story.

That first night I awoke at 3:33am. I remember because I looked at the clock. I felt strange as if something had made me wake up but I neither heard, saw nor felt anyone in the house. Consequently, I went to the bathroom and returned to bed. The next night I was awakened by something again. For some reason, this time my heart was in my throat. I raised my head to look at the clock on my husband’s side of the bed, lowered it and listened. It was 2:22am. As I lay there on my side I stared at the curtained door of our bedroom, which leads to the backyard. I noticed what looked like a ring of energy shadowed against them: a huge jagged circle the height of the door itself that spread out about six feet. I rubbed my eyes. I thought it must be a result of my eye having been plunged into the pillow, but the ring remained. So, I turned onto my back and listened. That was when I heard a strange series of very quiet sounds coming from the dining room. “OMG! Someone is in the house.” I looked out into the hall, careful not to move a muscle, I saw a tall shadow thrown onto the hallway wall. I was freaked. “Jesus! I have to wake John!” In the second the thought passed through my mind I saw them round the corner and step through the door.

A tall humanoid woman who had auburn hair led them. It was pulled back from her face. A much shorter man followed her. All wore lab-type jackets. Some white in color, others light blue. There were six of them. They surrounded our bed. Two stationed themselves at the foot and two on either side. My husband, still asleep, began to lightly snore. I tried to hold my eyes open, but I could feel my control slipping away. It was like being engulfed in a slow fog. If you’d ever been sedated for an operation the feeling was similar. Although they appeared to be humanoid I strongly believe what I saw was a projected image. The people fit the description of characters from a book I’d read recently AND because of what happened next. The humanoids disappeared and I was faced with insect-like beings. I think now that they may have had difficulty holding the image of the humanoids as they set about working. Perhaps, they didn’t expect me to be awake when they arrived or maybe to have the mental strength to fight the control? I don’t know. It’s all speculation. But it was only when they began to work on me that the projected image fell away and I saw what they really were.

They held my mind and body in their control, but I could still see them. One literally got on top of me and put its head very, very close to mine. No one has ever been so close to my face without touching me. It moved its head in all directions around mine, tilting and turning it, as if peering into my brain from multiple directions. At such a close range I could see details. They were brown in color, had 4 very, very thin limbs/arms (the ones I could make out), with a bumpy, textured skin. They had a praying-mantis-like head with huge eyes of a darker brown and a tiny pointed chin. Imagine a praying mantis’ face. That’s what I saw. Once they positioned themselves and began turning their heads about, they also began to emit a deafening sound. It was high pitched like that of an insect. I believe they were communicating with each other. But it was more. I felt that the sound was ‘tuning’ me, somehow. That sounds crazy, but it’s the best explanation I can give for the experience.

When the sound started and the level rose, I don’t remember anything more. The next thing I knew I being awakened by my husband who was holding on to my arm saying rather loudly, “I am awake, honey!” Apparently, I was yelling out loud for him to wake up! I’d been screaming in my mind the entire time they were in the room. I was yelling to him to WAKE UP! WAKE UP!, but he didn’t. Of course, I was beside myself, tears rolled down my face as I jumped up and flipped on the light, blinding him. I yelled, “They were here! I saw them. They were here!” I proceeded to tell him what had happened. He believed me. He knows me. He knew I was not dreaming. Besides, he’s more that meets the eye, himself.

When he felt comfortable that I’d calmed down enough, he turned on the TV. He said it would orient me. He clearly saw I was not myself and not at all normal. That morning, the early, early news was playing old clips of Kennedy. They were talking about how it had been 50 years this month since he was inaugurated. I said ’50 years’ over and over to myself trying to grasp the concept. I realized then that I had absolutely no idea what month or year it was. I sat there in bed trying to remember what 50 years meant. By this time, my husband was falling back asleep. I woke him up again and asked what month it was. He told me. I tried to find a year in my head, any year. I couldn’t. I asked him what year it was. He told me that, too. Even knowing didn’t seem to make a difference. I simply couldn’t remember time. I felt I was in a bubble. This bubble lasted the entire day. No one could touch me. I felt I was looking out of a capsule into another reality–someone else’s world, not mine.

After a day of adjusting and putting it all together, I knew that evening they’d return at 1:11am. It seemed to follow that they were scheduling something or me: 3:33am; 2:22am, 1:11am. I knew now that on the evening before when I had awakened at 3:33am they had been there. The time was a marker of some sort. That evening, I stayed awake or, at least, I thought I did. At 1:11a I found myself waking from a dream about my old dog. He died years before. We loved him and never got another dog. I saw him walking in a park like atmosphere at the end of our bed. He walked over to me and I put my hands on either side of his face holding his little head in my hands, smiling. I told my husband, “Look it’s Dabby!” But his head was way too large to hold it properly and his eyes were deeply intelligent looking into mine–too intelligent to be my dog! Dabby was a sweet animal but not bright. I realized when I woke up that it had not been my dog. It was one of them. This time they’d been ready for me. They had given me a nicer screen image, which they’d plucked, from my brain. I figured, after scaring the pants off me the night before, they either decided to handle it differently or perhaps had tuned me so they could easily handle me. Again, it’s all speculation.

Now that I’ve had a few days to analyze these experiences, remember details and the feelings that accompanied them, I believe these beings could have been a type of bio-bot. I feel their purpose was to scan the human mind, adjust the subject and report back. Although I could be wrong, I do not believe they have the spark of spirit in the way we understand it, but were rather prepared by highly advanced and sentient beings for a specific job. Something in me says I am not wrong. These things were part of a much greater mind. I could feel that behind them was something more intelligent and knowing than they.

Since those first 3 nights, they’ve returned again with neither my husband nor me knowing. This last time, however, there was physical evidence. My husband had laid his cell phone by the bedside. I’d fully charged the phone for him that afternoon. In the wee hours of the morning it began beeping loudly before it went completely dead. Of course, it woke up us both. I said, “Honey I just charge that phone. The battery must be dying. I’ll get a new one tomorrow.” The next morning I checked the battery. It had no juice left at all. Suddenly, I thought, I’ll charge it and see if the battery is really bad. It held a charge without problem and in the last 2 days has operated just fine. I’ve heard that batteries are drained during contact experiences.

Frankly, after the 2:22am visit, I was shell-shocked. However, several conclusions came from the event. When I felt their presence, before I actually saw them round corner into our bedroom, I also had a remembrance. They’d been here before. They’d visited me in my childhood. This, too, was a revelation–one that was difficult to digest in the light of day, but I’m doing ok with it now.

The inevitable questions continue. Why me? What did they want? Did they visit other members of my family? Is that why I feel different than other people? Is it why I’ve never belonged anywhere with anyone until I met my husband a decade ago? Is that why I feel my heart breaking at times and I even say out loud, “I want to go home, now.”? And, given the world situation, 2012 and everything we hear about prophesy–Why now? As you can image, there are more questions than answers.

I also felt that they left me with a post-hypnotic suggestion not to speak about the experience of seeing them. I literally couldn’t tell anyone for several days afterward. I just couldn’t. I tried. If my husband had not been in bed that night, he’d not know. My silence was broken finally several days afterward. I asked a friend to lunch. We talked about work and the inevitable annoyances that accompany it. When she asked me how things were at my house. I paused, looked at her and said, I can’t believe what I’m about to say … Telling her the story seemed to break the ‘enchantment’. Now, I can share it with you.

I was never that interested in UFOs or the phenomenon. Because of the events surrounding my life and family, I grew up with the idea that there was life on other planets and that, of course, other species would be a natural extension of that. But I can also say that I always wanted confirmation. I’m feeling a lot like that song: “…And every morning I wake up and worry, what’s gonn’a happen today?”

I know they will be back. My husband appears to be involved now too. OR, maybe he’s the reason? Will we ever know? I’ll keep you posted from our home in New Mexico.

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