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In October of last year I had a very unusual dream that seemed to encompass both this world and the ethereal realm. Most of my blog posts have been about the Greys and a few including the Nordics and Insectoids. This dream/memory I am going to share with you is one of the few Reptilian experiences that I can remember. The fact that it happened here in Utah doesn’t surprise me since there is a huge community living underground here extending through the Salt Lake valley and towards Dugway Proving Grounds.
But to put things in better perspective, let me go back and relay an experience I had in Salt Lake City, 9 or 10 years ago to set the stage. I was at a big convention center for a conference centered around a product that I sold called Nu Skin. The company is based in Provo, Utah and I came out to see firsthand their complete line of products besides the typical pep rallies. I must admit that I did find at the time a very weird energy at the conference and I found some of the people strange for a lack of a better word. Some of them just didn’t fit the typical profile of the entrepreneurial types walking around like myself.
Around the afternoon of the first day, I decided to go outside and walk around since I was tired of sitting and listening to the multitude of speakers lined up. Plus the large crowd was exhausting to navigate through and I’m not a crowd kind of gal. I started to walk towards the large Mormon temple and crossed the street by a big underground car garage. It had a strange energy to it but I thought, well, this is a new city that I’ve never been to before so maybe it was more me than the underground garage. As I was walking I saw a young man in a security guard uniform walk quickly towards me. He told me I needed to go immediately and to walk away from the underground parking garage. I saw a black SUV pull up around the same time he came over and impatiently told me I needed to leave. At first I thought he was being rude and I coldly asked him directions to shops and restaurants and he pointed towards another street. He left in a hurry and I crossed the street and started walking towards the direction he pointed to.
I know now that the SUV I saw could have been my down fall. I am sure at this point that there were Reptilians riding inside and that Security Guard … saved my life.
To be continued ……..
So I just finished Bill Tompkins’ book – rest of the Title is “My life in the top secret world of UFOs, think tanks and Nordic Secretaries. That “secretary part “is a bit strange but quite important to Bill as you will see if you read his book. For the most part I enjoyed the book and I learned a few new things about UFO etc. even after my 50 years in the business.
Bill by all the sense of the word is a whistleblower, but what is different here is it is like he was given the okay to blow the whistle by elements of the government. If you take Bill’s book as 50 % true it’s amazing and a true disclosure of alien influence in our world. I feel at least 75% of the book is an accurate view of our human existence in an Alien controlled world.
So Bill is painting a picture that some groups of aliens are helping us with technology to protect ourselves against the bad guys (alien groups) and we are giving resources to the white hats for their battles with the Black Hats. I have done business in the aerospace community and I have confirmation about Bill being the real thing and also confirming similar trues about alien cooperation in many fields of human science and medicine.
Though the flow of the book wasn’t the smoothest, the book kept my interest. At times I thought he got too technical with his reading audience. Also at times his near obsession with his Nordic secretaries and sexual beauty got a bit strange, because it would pop up in the middle a whole another idea he was explaining and at times was quite explicit with a strong R – rating.
One final thought – Bill might have been selected, but like his secretaries I had a feeling by the end of the book that he had a few alien genes in his body, going beyond a normal human intelligence capacity.
Sleep tight, knowing “Reality is not what it seems”, will give some of us joy and a little hope.
Many years ago, I heard about Mr. Costello while reading the wild and crazy Dulce papers. The Dulce papers are amazing stuff based around the premise that the aliens have underground bases in various locations around the world, including one of the most famous ones called the Dulce in far northern New Mexico.
Thomas Costello is most likely a factitious name of a security guard who saw some interesting things as he guarded the underground facility in the Dulce area. He claims Dulce is an underground hub of alien being activity in the western US.
I would probably agree with that statement because of my conversations with construction workers who worked on building tunnels going in various directions out from Sandia Labs, Kirkland AFB and from Los Alamo’s National Lab. These workers have also seen glimpses of strange beings moving about in these tunnel systems.
Thomas has said that Dulce was started in the late 30’s by Army Engineers; I have personally heard that the starting dates were more like the late 40’s because of our atomic bomb activity, and the alien interest in our genie in the bottle release. and the destruction of thousands of human souls. I also believe we had to agree on an underground accommodations for the aliens “or else.”
Costello also talks about tunnels from New Mexico connecting to Mt. Shasta where it is rumored that the mountain is the home or was the home of an Elder/Reptilian race. This statement also seems to hold water, for I have had personal communication through meditation on Mt. Shasta several years ago, with some alien group.
Thomas also talks heavily about Reptilian activity in and around Salt Lake City and possible Mormon connection. Although I agree there is some pretty strange stuff going on in Utah, I worked with Mormons in the Salt Lake area for several years and never felt they (Mormons) had direct involvement with any alien groups. There is a strange mix of activity some normal military and other alien at the Dugway Proving ground and military base.
I have recently had more confirmations from people writing to me about the Dulce Underground existence, some living in Dulce and talking about a consist parade for ships (alien) and airplanes flying into the Archuleta Mountain and Mesa, just north of Dulce.
If Thomas Costello is real or not, he sure told an interesting story of what might be. And I can confirm not all his conversations are sheer folly.
Sleep tight, one path of conspiracy is truth.
Nearly 14 years ago I was sitting with the FBI in Salt Lake City doing a criminal investigation of a possible bomb under expressway during the 2002 Olympic Games. I am a bit of a psychic of sorts and I happened to mention to them (now my FBI buddies) that I felt that something was about to happen, something to do with airplanes. Of course they just looked at me with a blank stare and I decided to shut-up, because they were probably the wrong group to play psychic with.
The next day, I had off to spend time with my kids, who were visiting my home in Park City Utah. The date was September 11th, and from that day on, the world would never be the same. I woke up to one of my daughters screaming about a plane crashing into Twin Towers in New York. As soon as I got to the TV, I knew my premonition was correct and I would probably be questioned by the FBI and of course I was. Luckily, I was a known person to the gentlemen and I have an honest face.
The reason I titled this article, “Massive Mind Control,” is because it was the media who started the ball rolling, announcing it was Bin Laden and gang as the second plane crashed into the tower. No way could anyone at that early of a time, truly have known who did it, if they hadn’t known the coming event. The next three weeks the government/ media flashed continuous pictures of the bad guys and the planes hitting the building with pictures of people jumping to their death out of the towers. A total mind f**k.
The % of the American population that truly believes that this was an inside job with the Bin Laden as a distraction, is still running about 15%, but it is growing very slowly toward a tipping point which will shake the world to its core.
My plea to the skeptics, is to please go to the websites of the professionals who can provide you with a substantial amount of solid evidence of the real sobering truth on what really happened on 911. These websites can also demonstrate, why we cannot allow this crime against all the world to go unpunished or it will be repeated over and again each time getting bigger and bigger.
Here are the websites that will change your mind. These websites represent thousands of professionals that have some firsthand knowledge of the real truth that must be told. These professionals hold pieces of the 911 puzzle. Here are some of the websites but not all:
• firefightersfor911 the truth.org;
• (medical professionals) mps911truth.org;
• (military officials) mo911truth.org;
• (Politicians) pl911truth.com;
• New Zealand) nz911truth.org;
• police for 911truth.org;
The big one with over two thousand engineers and architects who build similar, Twin tower type buildings – say Absolutely NO to the official government version- ae911truth.org.
Sleep tight – this truth will not be suppressed for much longer – the Truth-seekers will have their say and all mankind will win.
My private journey into the phenomenon of the paranormal and abductee experience was and is an isolated, complex, up hill trek that tends to leave me feeling vulnerable and exposed not only to the elements but to opinions. To be more to the point, I am speaking about opinions like yours, your friends and the public at large, yet here I am sharing my story with you. Am I a glutton for punishment, not really? This is just apart of my desire to see if anyone else, has had similar experiences, perhaps furthering my own exploration into the religious, abductee experience.
My religion seemed to add a twisted, exorcisty kind of atmosphere that made me think I was possessed or abnormal most of my childhood. The two worlds for any child can create a dysfunctional and skewed perspective concerning what reality is and what it will become. If I can levitate does this mean I’m an angel? If I see beings from above, does this mean they are from heaven? Most of these questions were answered from my childhood in the most basic to elaborate of ways. Who might I ask, could answer the questions that plagued me, especially if they didn’t understand the problems at large, the unequivocal intimidating type that molded and encouraged me to become a timid victim? Believe it or not, it was religion that was quick to answer me pointedly because in some peculiar ways, it played a role in my experiences.
Sorry, I’m not going to write about great experiences with the church I grew up with. I went to a Catholic school for the First grade, which played a surreptitious role in me being bused out a few days a week to a base and underground facilities where I grew up. I was warned early on that if I said anything to anyone, especially my parents, one of my parents would get hurt. What can a child do but believe that the adults scolding her, making her feel responsible are not only speaking the truth but making her a part of the consequences. I was tight lipped and proud yet I held on to a secret that no child should ever have to deal with. At age six, I was responsible for the well being of my parents, or so I thought.
This kind of responsibility leaves a mark; it’s like an emblazoned imprint on the soul because the mind of a child can only handle or empathize with what they are being told by adults. As time faded the mark of my censorship, the imprinted stigma stayed with me because the moments of responsibility took a toll on my childhood and in essence took away my childhood naivety.
It didn’t help that right around the time I was 13, the movie, The Exorcist came out in theaters. I thought for sure I was the object of some ill-begotten spirit. Night time was a panicky and heart palpitating occurrence, where I lived under the covers. I could always feel spirits looking down at me, just a nose length away from my face, trying to suck the breath out of me. I had two giant teddy bears on either side of me that did nothing but help me hide, from whatever I knew was in the room with me. I loved sleeping under the covers because they always gave me a false sense of comfort, a divided barrier that hid me from whatever was antagonizing my sanity.
Obviously the paranormal plays a role with abductees. In my case, with spirits freely visiting me at night, I also had to deal with the infamous … closet! It didn’t matter what house I stayed at, closets always symbolized the omnipotent, ethereal world that was black and empty. As a very young child, I knew vampires, witches and goblins lived in closets but after age five, there seemed to be something more sinister, lurking within the claustrophobic blackness. I have always felt that because of my interactions with the Greys, I have become more empathic, almost as finely tuned and observant as they are. This came in handy, when I felt they were near.
A sound can be just a sound to everybody else but as an abuductee, sounds are the introduction, the beginning of a dreaded dream that always seems to portray itself with the same characters, over and over again. In the end, the closet doors always opened slowly, creaking methodically and within my child’s mind, everything the blackness represented eventually came out to play. Sometimes, I would hear a voice, speaking faintly, its words lingering in my ear or was it in my mind. Either way, there were always two black eyes to go along with the ominous voice, I came to dread.
Sometimes even in the light of day, I saw strange things. I had a picture of the Virgin Mary that was on a wall by my bed. I would look up to her in the mornings for some kind of explanation for the previous night’s activity. Occasionally, I would think I saw a faint change in her face, and I would jump out of bed because my nerves just couldn’t handle another manifestation of either the paranormal or spiritual. For a child, even the most symbolic representations of religion, can become a daunting reminder of the unreachable, the unfathomable beyond that is heavy handed and unyielding. Sometimes religion can make God seem like a million miles away.
One Saturday morning when I was 14, I abruptly awoke, opening my blurry eyes. I had to adjust my vision because my room was brightly lit. On this particular morning, for some bizarre reason, I didn’t feel safe immediately after waking up. I was facing the picture of the Virgin Mary and as I was gazing up at her, from my peripheral vision, a shadow like figure darkened both my windows, and the face of the Virgin Mary started to drip blood and become distorted. I quickly closed my eyes and hid behind my big teddy bear. My door was closed so making a run for it, was out of the question. I subsequently opened one eye and tried to peak around my teddy bears left ear. To my relief, the picture of the Virgin Mary was back to normal again and my room was bright with sunshine. I thought to myself, did I just dream that or did it really happen? I jumped out of bed and ran for the door, deciding the answer wasn’t important.
Questioning oneself is the modus operandi for most abductees. A mark on the body is either a beauty mark or just a mark, even if it has a strange design to it. Finding clothes put on backwards the next morning, just means, we weren’t paying attention the night before. A strange gooey substance coming out of our private parts is a mild case of the flu, diarrhea or food poisoning. Waking up with strange bruises on our body, just means we knocked into something the day before, and didn’t pay attention. Bloody noses that are extreme, occurring on a daily basis, are explained as dry nose and common place. Finding ourselves outside our homes in the middle of the night, is described as sleep walking, even if all the doors and windows are locked from the inside. One clear observation that can be made, is that we are the most absent minded and obtuse people on the planet, especially to those people who are our critics, and the naysayers of our experiences.
When I was 18, I called upon a young priest who occasionally gave service at the church I attended. My experiences were getting beyond what I thought I could handle and I decided I needed some outside guidance. He was young, giving the appearance of being slightly innocuous, yet astute in his demeanor, I was uncomfortable and sweaty beyond belief.
Within seconds of sitting down, I literally spewed out my predicament, leaving nothing to the imagination. A long, torturous silence followed and I felt compelled to high tail it out of his office because I became horribly uncomfortable. He eventually looked up at me from closed eyes and said, “Pray my child and God will help you.” I stated that I did pray and the experiences still happened. He then said I needed to pray harder. I basically bared my inner most secrets to this man, thinking he would be my redeemer and to my dismay, he brushed me off with a safe and predictable answer. I left his office feeling foolish for even thinking he could help me.
I decided to go to see another priest (who was older) and prepared myself with a more resolute attitude, knowing he was going to help me and give me the answers I was seeking. To make a short story even shorter, within minutes of explaining my situation, I was asked to leave his office because he didn’t have time to deal with a paranoid and delusional parishioner like me. I left knowing that the religion I thought I could always count on, wasn’t there for me anymore.
The different times I did pray during an abduction experience, my abductors didn’t seem to pay attention to me or they ignored what I was doing. I realized that prayer is great for an abductees’ sanity after the fact, because it pacifies the nerves and serves as a familiar and safe haven. In order for prayer to work, we have to assume that ET’s have religion similar to ours and like us, they view God in the same way. If they are doing something terrifying to us, we can only assume, they must be malevolent in nature, opposite of our beliefs and that of God. If they don’t know God, how can they fear God. I remember thinking to myself years ago, that to assume my abductors followed society’s dictates and customs was just about as ludicrous as assuming they would ask me if I wanted to go with them instead of taking me against my will. I understood a long time ago they weren’t from here.
Growing up with an abductee’s state of mind was not easy, especially when high school became the mile marker that indicated that I was not like everybody else. Graduating from high school helped me feel normal because it seemed like a momentary way out or a reprieve from the abduction phenomena. Months after graduation, my nightmares and experiences became less and less and I “almost” lived a normal life.
The word “almost” is very important to remember here because it seems like the alien agenda carries within it individual timelines for each abductee. This can mean months, even years can go by with nothing happening and then all of a sudden … boom, with no warning, they start up again! The rollercoaster begins and it’s a ride that consumes the senses, leaving no room for normalcy, only the descent of questionable insanity.
In some ways, my abduction experiences tested my belief in God because if he existed, how could he let this happen. Yet, I have to say, something really interesting happened as I started to stand up and face my fears. I knew that being human was not only to my advantage but a blessing in disguise. I realized I was apart of something that was wise, venerable and sentient. This connection allowed me to see, that I needed to stand on the building blocks of my own convictions. This birth right which I call our fundamental foundation consists of 4 pillars that hold all of us up as human beings. They are known as, the emotional, spiritual, physical and mental pillars of humanity. The consequences of abductions, can wreak havoc on these pillars, tearing them down one by one leaving a person broken and fragmented. Once the human foundation is unbalanced, the three pillars by proxy, have no recourse but to carry the burden of the faltering pillar. This unbalanced condition can become so intolerable for abductees, that they react from a survival perspective based on fear rather then an analytical response based on faith.
I had to figure out a way, how to become whole again during these dark and confusing times. I realized that my faith was more then super glue, it was the rudiments from which my pillars were made. God created my pillars and because they were made by his blue print, I knew they could rebuild themselves back up. I also knew that it’s who I am in-between the abductions that matters most. The question of, why me, turned into, it does not define me.
Faith replaced the religion that I grew up with and it has been the one constant through out my life that has never let me down. Once I started to understand who I am, the abductions became less monumental in my life. This makes sense to me because I no longer feed the fear mongering monsters lurking in the closets; the door stays shut and if it opens, it’s because I opened it myself.
January the 19th, Early Morning
Two interesting things happened in the wee hours of the morning of the 19th. I had a feeling I was going to be kept up and I knew I had to try to clear my head as much as possible. Sometimes before I go to bed, I can hear faint echoes, voices whispering and I feel my body adjust itself, almost like it knows there will be little sleep. Loekey, came through, speaking to me and in the best way he could, explaining what’s been going on since we last communicated. It was so much information and I hope I was able to get most of it. This time I got out of bed and wrote down what I needed to and I think the rest will come when I write this entry.
However … someone else came through but I must confess, it wasn’t the first time. Michael calls this mystery being the, “The Quoter.“ I received
two quotes on January 1st from this Being.
“The body and the soul are the Cornucopia of life.”
“Back tracking DNA is the reverse engineering of life.”
Why I received these quotes the first of the year remains a mystery to me but interestingly enough another came my way on the night Loekey spoke to me. I knew right off the bat, that this was not Loekey speaking to me but someone else.
As soon as I put my pen to the notebook, I could hear Loekey speaking to me in his usual, slow, methodical voice. Here’s the latest info regarding the portals.
Loekey gave me a unique perspective on the portals. So look at this added tidbit as more info on the portals that gives us a greater understanding of their structure. The portals contain a unique component that gives off the slightest appearance of glass with multiple rainbows running through it. The frequencies that resonate within the portal itself, bounce off each other and give off a harmonious hum that usually only animals can hear. My understanding is Shamans and Healers can also hear this hum which is a sign of communion with the Earth.
Loekey said that with the space and time continuum, nothing exists together that does not alter the other ones course. Once two things exist together, they alter the other ones reality and the time lines of existence. Subsequently, the two connecting together creates another conversion or variant similar to the ebb and flow of life which is a constant variable for the natural portals. For the reason that the space within the natural portals is different from the space that exists outside in our Universe, calculating and timing a jump, can become a double edged sword. I didn’t understand until now that it really isn’t easy doing the jumps, it’s almost like an orchestrated to the minute approach.
The rips, the artificial portals created, have been on the forefront of my mind and I was starting to think they hadn’t come up with a solution. I was so relieved to hear that they had finally found a solution that wouldn’t need anyone to jump into the artificial portals.
Through the space and time continuum theory, they were able to figure out a way to get the artificial portals to implode in on themselves. Since they don’t have anything to do with our time and space continuum, there is really no other direction for the implosion to go but inward. I would love to know the science behind all of this but Loekey keeps it about as uncomplicated as possible. I can only assume that Loekey’s “outside help” came up with the solution.
One thing I did not mention before now( probably because I was just waiting for another time to write it down) was when Loekey came to talk to me one day when I was in front of my computer writing. He brought an Alien with him and I found this Alien to be extremely rude. I was being overly dramatic and whiny, telling Loekey that I didn’t know what direction I should go with my life. He suggested to me, that Michael and I should put up a website and do research. I was just about to thank him for his suggestion, when the rude Alien asked him if all humans were as stupid as me.
I used choice words when asking Loekey who the bleeping bleep was and he said he was visiting here to help him solve some problems. Obviously thinking back, he was talking about help with the artificial portals. Anyways, that was the first and last time Loekey brought his “friend” with him.
As I stated earlier, I received another quote about 20 minutes after I felt Loekey had left. Here is the quote:
“The cost of something cannot exceed the results.”
Michael wasn’t sure about this quote at first but unlike the other two quotes, this one came with an explanation. I was told that the earth has a natural “condition” that is based on the ebb and flow of life in it’s ancient and original form. The word “condition”, I am assuming, is a word this Being used to affirm our planets original place of existence.
Humans have become a burden to Earth because we take more from her then we give back. The cost of living on this planet, exceeds the condition in which much of humanity lives. We pay so much to live with so little in return that the problem has turned into a matrix way of life. If we don’t pay attention to the “condition” of our lives then we will eventually set ourselves up by paying the highest bidder for our own demise. We will unknowingly be the ones to push the button for our own devastation without anyone else needing to lift a finger.
By late morning, I was very curious about who was sending the quotes to me so as I was driving my car doing errands, I blurted out in my head, “It would be nice to have a name from whoever you are.” The name, Debryon came to me within an instant of me asking this question. It actually startled me a little bit. I was also given the correct spelling of the name. I have no clue if this is a male or female name, I guess it doesn’t really matter.
By Monday evening, I was exhausted but in a good way. Let’s see what happens next…
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.
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.
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
This is by far the strangest and most dangerous period of human history. This is a period that could easily end in human extinction. We are facing the greatest challenge to mankind in the form of a whole climate shift. It will be so large of a shift that wars will be fought for the greatest prize of all time, fresh water. And I believe millions, maybe even billions, will die. Fresh water is what separates us from the millions of uninhabited planets in this universe.
So how do we really get the real truth on who is controlling this planet and who is probably destroying it? The source for this truth lies in the hands of these whistle-blowers. People who are in the right place, at the right time to gather the information that exposes the brutal tyranny that the elites use to control our reality with little regard for Mother Earth.
These Whistle Blowers sacrifice it all, their freedom, their wealth, their health, their relationships, their families, and their lives. Many have died by telling the truth to the world. Three that I met were Phil Schneider, John Mack, and Gabe Valdez. All dealt with the truths about aliens and military gone rogue. Others had their identities and pensions stolen. They live in poverty until they die or are killed.
Edward Snowden and Julian Assange have lost their freedoms and are hunted by the elites of the Black Guard. The only two reasons they are not dead is, I believe, the information they (Edward and Julian) continue to hold over the heads of the groups in power. Julian and Edward are extremely smart men and know how to survive.
I hope in my heart the world’s people will come to the same conclusions that these Whistle Blowers are our True Heroes. They may be the only people who keep the tyrants from consuming our civilization through their total greed.
Sleep Tight – but please support these courageous men and women who have given their all, to show the truth of our reality.
C Stone equals Clifford Stone who presented at the NM UFO/Paranormal Forum for our April meeting. Cliff is a special UFO investigator because for most his life he has been in the thick of the phenomenon. Beside his our personal ET experiences, he spent 22 years with an elite military group to recover UFO, ET bodies and anything else of strategic importance. After he left the military, he started his hard research, using a fearless approach to the subject matter.
Clifford was motivated to bring the truth forth by the passing of Paul Benerwitz, who (Paul) basically gave his life to get the truth out about ET visitation and government involvement.
Clifford’s research confirms that our government recovery program helped Corporate America and the Military Industrial Complex make advances both good and bad for the world. Clifford believes that the information about ET and other inter-dimensional beings should not be kept secret; he did feel that 95% of the truth could be release without de-stabilizing the world, but 5% should be kept secret for now.
Cliff presented page after page of government documentation backing up his truths. He spoke of the time the ETs were quite interested in direct contact with the White House as 68 UFOs hovered around it on July 26/27 1952. He noted all the secrecy around the UFO conspiracy has a higher clearance than the making of the H-bomb known as the Manhattan Project, actually the UFO truth is the highest clearance of any subject matter, in the history of the USA.
Clifford talked about how some of the bodies looked from the crash sites, pale skin, no noses, no lips, big black, small eyes. There were several different species involved in the crashes.
Cliff didn’t seem to want to talk much about his contact with the living beings that were basically captured after the crashes. These experiences seem to be too strange and maybe too painful to express and convey in human terms. The human mind seems to want to shutdown to avoid reliving the experience.
Sleep Tight, thanks Clifford for sharing truth about your life’s journey. Note Moon Dust = the recovery team for a non-human alien craft, Blue Fly = the act of recovery of a non-human alien craft.