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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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Music of the Ancient Celtics – In our Time – Is it all True Series #414

Music can be a powerful magic and because of this, I believe frequency arranging waves can truly change the masses. It’s been long since it has happened to me. But a lady from Tottenham England has turned the music world upside down. But I would not be writing about this on this Weblog if there was not a little paranormal connection.

The people of the Sidhe — the fairy lore of the British Isles, carried a powerful magic. These tall thin almost transparent beings with their music and their song would draw the humans from miles away. The story goes, listen to just one song and you would be changed forever. Listen to more than one song and you would never leave their realm and you would be their slaves forever. The Sidhe had voices and lyrics that would rip at the core of your soul. For the ones who got away from the Sidhe, this unique sound would never leave them, it was embedded into the fabric of the mind.

I believe there are people today in the UK, including Ireland who carry still this music Magic, and they have the ability to belt it out. Today its control over humans is a bit mellower, but still a beautiful powerful sound, one person said it this way “it was like being in a wind tunnel the voice just hitting me, it was truly incredible”.

The Singer I am speaking of is “Adele” winner of 6 Grammy Awards on Feb.12th 2012. Listen to the magic, the music of the Glen and of the Sidhe.

Adele I truly believe is a distance product of the Sidhe, and for some reason they (the Sidhe) have left our realm, but they left something wonderful behind. And now another amazing album called 21 by Adelle continues way of the ancient mystical Celts and their understanding of raising and lower vibrations as it resynchs and realigns the mind core.

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Sleep tight- as you will dream — “Rolling in the Deep”
MWiz

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Magic — Manta Ray — A wonderful story

This Magic Moment
By Jennifer Anderson
It was like many Maui mornings, the sun rising over Haleakala as we greeted our divers for the day’s charter. As my captain and I explained the dive procedures, I noticed the wind line moving into Molokini, a small, crescent-shaped island that harbors a large reef. I slid through the briefing, then prompted my divers to gear up, careful to do everything right so the divers would feel confident with me, the dive leader.
The dive went pretty close to how I had described it: The garden eels performed their underwater ballet, the parrot fish grazed on the coral, and the ever-elusive male flame wrasse flared their colors to defend their territory. Near the last level of the dive, two couples in my group signaled they were going to ascend. As luck would have it, the remaining divers were two European brothers, who were obviously troubled by the idea of a “woman” dive master and had ignored me for the entire dive.
The three of us caught the current and drifted along the outside of the reef, slowly beginning our ascent until, far below, something caught my eye. After a few moments, I made out the white shoulder patches of a manta ray in about one hundred and twenty feet of water.
Manta rays are one of my greatest loves, but very little is known about them. They feed on plankton, which makes them more delicate than an aquarium can handle. They travel the oceans and are therefore a mystery.
Mantas can be identified by the distinctive pattern on their belly, with no two rays alike. In 1992, I had been identifying the manta rays that were seen at Molokini and found that some were known, but many more were sighted only once, and then gone.
So there I was: a beautiful, very large ray beneath me and my skeptical divers behind. I reminded myself that I was still trying to win their confidence, and a bounce to see this manta wouldn’t help my case. So I started calling through my regulator, “Hey, come up and see me!” I had tried this before to attract the attention of whales and dolphins, who are very chatty underwater and will come sometimes just to see what the noise is about. My divers were just as puzzled by my actions, but continued to try to ignore me.
There was another dive group ahead of us. The leader, who was a friend of mine and knew me to be fairly sane, stopped to see what I was doing. I kept calling to the ray, and when she shifted in the water column, I took that as a sign that she was curious. So I started waving my arms, calling her up to me.
After a minute, she lifted away from where she had been riding the current and began to make a wide circular glide until she was closer to me. I kept watching as she slowly moved back and forth, rising higher, until she was directly beneath the two Europeans and me. I looked at them and was pleased to see them smiling. Now they liked me. After all, I could call up a manta ray!
Looking back to the ray, I realized she was much bigger than what we were used to around Molokini – a good fifteen feet from wing tip to wing tip, and not a familiar-looking ray. I had not seen this animal before. There was something else odd about her. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.
Once my brain clicked in and I was able to concentrate, I saw deep V-shaped marks of her flesh missing from her backside. Other marks ran up and down her body. At first I thought a boat had hit her. As she came closer, now with only ten feet separating us, I realized what was wrong.
She had fishing hooks embedded in her head by her eye, with very thick fishing line running to her tail. She had rolled with the line and was wrapped head to tail about five or six times. The line had torn into her body at the back, and those were the V-shaped chunks that were missing.
I felt sick and, for a moment, paralyzed. I knew wild animals in pain would never tolerate a human to inflict more pain. But I had to do something.
Forgetting about my air, my divers and where I was, I went to the manta. I moved very slowly and talked to her the whole time, like she was one of the horses I had grown up with. When I touched her, her whole body quivered, like my horse would. I put both of my hands on her, then my entire body, talking to her the whole time. I knew that she could knock me off at any time with one flick of her great wing.
When she had steadied, I took out the knife that I carry on my inflator hose and lifted one of the lines. It was tight and difficult to get my finger under, almost like a guitar string. She shook, which told me to be gentle. It was obvious that the slightest pressure was painful.
As I cut through the first line, it pulled into her wounds. With one beat of her mighty wings, she dumped me and bolted away. I figured that she was gone and was amazed when she turned and came right back to me, gliding under my body. I went to work. She seemed to know it would hurt, and somehow, she also knew that I could help. Imagine the intelligence of that creature, to come for help and to trust!
I cut through one line and into the next until she had all she could take of me and would move away, only to return in a moment or two. I never chased her. I would never chase any animal. I never grabbed her. I allowed her to be in charge, and she always came back.
When all the lines were cut on top, on her next pass, I went under her to pull the lines through the wounds at the back of her body. The tissue had started to grow around them, and they were difficult to get loose. I held myself against her body, with my hand on her lower jaw. She held as motionless as she could. When it was all loose, I let her go and watched her swim in a circle. She could have gone then, and it would have all fallen away. She came back, and I went back on top of her.
The fishing hooks were still in her. One was barely hanging on, which I removed easily. The other was buried by her eye at least two inches past the barb. Carefully, I began to take it out, hoping I wasn’t damaging anything. She did open and close her eye while I worked on her, and finally, it was out. I held the hooks in one hand, while I gathered the fishing line in the other hand, my weight on the manta.
I could have stayed there forever! I was totally oblivious to everything but that moment. I loved this manta. I was so moved that she would allow me to do this to her. But reality came screaming down on me. With my air running out, I reluctantly came to my senses and pushed myself away.
At first, she stayed below me. And then, when she realized that she was free, she came to life like I never would have imagined she could. I thought she was sick and weak, since her mouth had been tied closed, and she hadn’t been able to feed for however long the lines had been on her. I thought wrong! With two beats of those powerful wings, she rocketed along the wall of Molokini and then directly out to sea! I lost view of her and, remembering my divers, turned to look for them.
Remarkably, we hadn’t traveled very far. My divers were right above me and had witnessed the whole event, thankfully! No one would have believed me alone. It seemed too amazing to have really happened. But as I looked at the hooks and line in my hands and felt the torn calluses from her rough skin, I knew that, yes, it really had happened.
I kicked in the direction of my divers, whose eyes were still wide from the encounter, only to have them signal me to stop and turn around. Until this moment, the whole experience had been phenomenal, but I could explain it. Now, the moment turned magical.
I turned and saw her slowly gliding toward me. With barely an effort, she approached me and stopped, her wing just touching my head. I looked into her round, dark eye, and she looked deeply into me. I felt a rush of something that so overpowered me, I have yet to find the words to describe it, except a warm and loving flow of energy from her into me.
She stayed with me for a moment. I don’t know if it was a second or an hour. Then, as sweetly as she came back, she lifted her wing over my head and was gone. A manta thank-you.
I hung in midwater, using the safety-stop excuse, and tried to make sense of what I had experienced. Eventually, collecting myself, I surfaced and was greeted by an ecstatic group of divers and a curious captain. They all gave me time to get my heart started and to begin to breathe.
Sadly, I have not seen her since that day, and I am still looking. For the longest time, though my wetsuit was tattered and torn, I would not change it because I thought she wouldn’t recognize me. I call to every manta I see, and they almost always acknowledge me in some way. One day, though, it will be her. She’ll hear me and pause, remembering the giant cleaner that she trusted to relieve her pain, and she’ll come. At least that is how it happens in my dreams.
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Can Aliens be possessed – Is it all True Series #413

Blurry image of nightmarish alien beings.

 

The fear that comes from the very word, possession conjures up memories of just about every possession type movie ever made. How many people wake up each day worried that something will take over their body? Probably not many, because as humans, we don’t live life thinking in terms of our bodies being possessed or fear the unthinkable … body snatching. It’s a made for movie problem, not so much a real life problem. But what happens to those few who have experienced possession? Are they ever the same or does the relationship between body and soul have a whole new meaning?

The body is the vessel that contains so much of our life experience here on earth. The library within is a complete anthology of who we are and it contains our evolution as souls. Our bodies are truly the vessels of experience because in order to complete multiple life cycles, I believe we need multiple bodies. Some may argue this statement but it’s one that I have come to understand as the truth. The human experience is so much more and I am forever grateful to God, our architect of life for the endless opportunity to learn and grow throughout the ages.

With the alien abductions I have experienced, I have learned that with my brain’s ability to contain information, it also can be so manipulated. Reality versus implants becomes muddy and permeable to what I think the truth is. Maybe what I remembered really didn’t happen or it did on a larger scale. After all these lifetimes, I wonder why my brain and body are still so vulnerable. But I got to thinking, what of that of Aliens? Can they be possessed like humans and would any other entity really even want to take over such an adversarial foe? Would it even be the same or is it really an earth based condition and one that only humans experience.

In the scheme of things, does the evolution of a species play a part in their vulnerability? Why are humans specific to earth plagued problems that come with the deluge of experiments, abductions and the subjugation of fallacious rule? Do Aliens experience what we do in their own communities or do they have an entirely different type of dynamics within their communities that places them in a different realm?

Do the various entities have procedures that dictate who they conquer, harass or manipulate? How is it, that mankind can be possessed and yet we never hear of Aliens such as Greys, Reptilian or the Tall Whites that succumb to the same problem? Do dark entities know instinctively who to manipulate and subjugate? If it happens, it’s a well kept secret at least from a human standpoint.

Wouldn’t it make sense to possess a more powerful species? Perhaps this is a dark secret that dark entities don’t want us to know about. With Aliens highly evolved minds, are they impervious to attacks and possession?

With our emotional strengths and weaknesses, we can overcome any adversity and yet call to ourselves the very darkness that we so detest by one emotion that serves no one, it’s called fear. It can blanket every aspect of a person’s day or night, taking over the sanity of their lives, creating a perilous existence. Fear seems to be the one thing that human beings carry within them that other species don’t. If fear is our Achilles heel, what would be so for other species? I really don’t think that we are so inferior as a species that we are the only ones being attacked and tormented by malevolent creatures. But I must admit, when I was in the company of Greys, it never entered my mind to ask this question. It wasn’t even on the back-burner for future encounters.

Can the idea of people following their religions be a beacon, that invisible marker that attracts these dark creatures? Religions in their many traditions tend to become the mediaries between humans and their divinity. The unfortunate consequence of letting someone else tell us what God wants us to know, is that it seats us at a disadvantage. Sometimes religion creates a disproportionate echelon that places people at the very bottom or more to the point leading them to believe that is their rightful place.

Adding to this question, I haven’t really heard of a Sasquatch, Dogman or other Cryptids becoming possessed but maybe this is because the archaic stories of old have somehow been lost through the forests of time, along with the creatures of old. Interestingly enough, with the paranormal activity connected to abductions, I wonder if the ethereal world beyond the veil has more to it than we can ever fathom. Maybe Aliens don’t become possessed because they are a part of the possession itself. So the question then becomes, who is worse, the demon or the Alien?

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“Selected by Extraterrestrials” – A Review – Is it all True Series #412

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.

 

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A message from the Underground Ones – Utah Style Is it all true #411

I have heard some amazing stories about paranormal type experiences here in Utah. A recent conversation proved interesting, because I was able to finish the story, from using an experience I had meditating on Mount Shasta in California.

I was talking to one of my contractors at work and we got on the subject of the local strangeness. I asked if he had any paranormal encounters since he had lived here. He said yes, one up in Big Cottonwood Canyon, in the Brighton, ski area. Right behind the Silver Fork Lodge, he had a friend who owned a nice cabin. One Friday night, his friend was having a party with a bunch of his young friends and after the party he offered some of the attendees to stay and not drive down the winding canyon road. My contractor friend stayed and slept in a bunk bed in the same room with the cabin owner. In the middle of the night my friend woke up and seemed to see something moving (shadow like) outside back and forth in front of the bedroom window. And then suddenly the thing was in the room moving back and forth quickly, so quickly he couldn’t focus on it. The owner of the cabin was now sitting up in his bed staring at this thing also.

The creature was a 6 ft., ugly by human standards, it suddenly stopped its rapid movement and got into my friends face, who was still lying on his side. It had darker skin, rather large eyes, crooked nose and kind of blue glow or blue skin. It was eye to eye with my contractor friend and after a few minutes of terror, the being left. Both men were in shock and never forgot the experience.

So how does my Mt. Shasta experience fit in? Well back over twenty years ago – I was meditating on the side of Mt Shasta and I contacted a group of beings that lived inside the mountain in the caves and the old mine shafts. They were blue and quite ugly and not happy that I was meditating too close to one of their caves, and asked me to leave, so I left, quickly, very quickly.

Well I used this information to solve the strange creature in the cabin experience the two guys had encountered, 10 years ago. I asked my contractor friend about any mines close to the cabin. He said interesting you asked that, his friend the cabin owner, had recently at that time been exploring old mines close to his cabin and he had found one creepy one. He didn’t say why it seemed creepy.

So I told my friend, that I believed the being they encountered was from the mine that his friend had explored. The being was letting him (the cabin owner) know he (the Blue Being) could come anytime and invade their house and get in their face. So the warning was stay out of my home and I will stay out of yours.

Sleep tight, even the underground ones – like their privacy. Always ask for permission to come into anyone’s house, cave, mine, or anywhere else an entity may reside.

MWiz.

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Along the Road to Dugway Proving Grounds … Continued Is it all True Series #410

Michael and I went back to Skull Valley after the snow stopped towards the beginning of February. In my mind, I was eager for the same type of photos and yet at the same time, hoping that our one special day was unique and not repeatable.

My wish came true since the photos didn’t pan out or show any type of images remotely similar to the previous trip. It was kind of a bust in a way but then we did get a few anomalies in some photographs. rscn4515

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Like dutiful researchers we went back but to be honest, nothing seemed to be pulling us to go back there. It was almost like intuitively, we knew the plasma photon vehicles wouldn’t be there. We followed the same steps from our prior trip so I am convinced high strangeness wasn’t in the mix that day. The paranormal equation in some instances has to play a factor to at least effect the outcome of certain experiences or circumstances. It was nowhere to be seen the day we went.

There is one thing that I am interested in though, in the area of the mountains where the summit is along old Lincoln Highway, I always get a sense of an intelligence similar to Sasquatch but much, much different. We are interested in checking out this particular area which is where we got the photograph of the reddish looking plasma photon vehicle. We both feel it’s worth a look to see if we can make some sort of contact in the near future.

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Today it snowed, so I think we will be waiting until April to check this area out. When we do and if there is anything to report, we will let you all know.

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On the Road to Dugway– Is it all True Series #409

 

This has been a long time coming not only because Michael and I have photographs that depict our little friends coming in and out of view but it’s the first time my empathic abilities led us to a definite destination. I was contacted by these energy beings from our first trip to Dugway. They indicated they wanted us to go back out to Skull Valley to see them. There were moments when I thought maybe I was tricking myself into thinking that it was all in my head. As an Empath sometimes we doubt ourselves as much as the next guy. Thank God, Michael knew we had to go because he felt it was important. So this is our journey the second time around to Dugway. By putting our findings out to the world, there is no telling what the world will say back to us but we both feel it’s important to share these photos and see if anyone else has seen the same thing.

The first trip out to Dugway started with me listening to multiple radio shows about Dugway Proving Grounds and the possibility that it may be the new Area 51.So We decided to head out to Dugway a few months after moving to Utah. The ride in itself was interesting because the Goshute Reservation is located at the base of the Deep Creek Mountains which is just 85 miles from Salt Lake City and not very far from Dugway. The reservation itself seems desolate but active at the same time. It being our first road trip out, Michael and I sensed an odd energy to the place. It’s obvious that a lot of the biological and chemical testing changed the vibration of the land. It has almost like a scarred energy to it, it’s not necessarily the most vibrant valley but its hard core, like it’s been through a lot like a seasoned warrior.

It leads one to believe that anything can happen in the valley that extends for miles; paranormal, Military Ops or Alien. The valley is isolated, eerily quiet with at least one ranch with stockyards in operation along a two lane road heading south to Dugway. That to me just makes it even stranger because the ranch seemed so out of place. The wind seems to blow constantly which gave Michael and I reservations about getting out of the car since it’s so close to the base. It’s the perfect storm, the sleeping giant that not many people know about.

The infamous journey of photographs started after our first trip to Dugway in November 2015. The light beings became aware of both of us on that trip and decided from that moment on to communicate with me. Day after day, they didn’t let up and Michael was a little concerned over my obsessive desire to go back to the Valley. It was not like me but it was obvious my desire was influenced and a result of these light beings wanting us to go back.

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We went back the first part of December and I remember the final moment we turned off the main highway heading south towards Skull Valley, we both felt that something would reveal itself … and as you can see, it did.

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Michael came up with the name, “Plasma Photon Vehicles,” in the shower, a few days after our road trip. When he told me, I was pretty impressed with the name and find it fits the images perfectly. We don’t feel comfortable saying they are orbs, spheres or energy vortexes because they don’t look like many photos we have seen on-line stating the latter.

The details of the day I took the photos are pretty standard. It was past noon or a little later and the sky was partly cloudy. Michael’s camera is a Nikon digital camera that is pretty easy to use. I got out of the car and aimlessly photographed the landscape because I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be taking pictures of. Once the images appeared, we were very excited.

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We continued past Dugway on a winding road up to the base of the surrounding mountains. It happens to be part of the old Lincoln Highway which was one of the earliest transcontinental highways for cars across the US. This was the area where I took a photograph that Michael feels is the creme dela creme of the day. It was taken in haste because there was a truck full of men behind our car so I didn’t want to get out. I just told Michael to stop the car and I snapped the photo without really thinking much of it.

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As researchers, Michael and I knew we had to go back and take more photos to see if the plasma photons were a common phenomenon in that area or something unusual from our special road trip.

Our next trip back was surprising to say the least …

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How many have been “Taken” ? Is it all True Series #408

They are here

This is a question I have been asking over the years, and the answer has evolved. There are always more that have been taken than my last estimate. The question is, how many humans have been messed with, taken against “their Will” by a non- human force. With the non- human force there would be an additional group of Hybrids – part human and part alien that need to be included. Also included in abduction scenario is the Military and as they do their own abductions to see what the Alien/ Hybrid abductions are doing to us humans.

My research started about 45 years ago and at that time I felt there was very few people taken whose stories you have heard – like Betty and Barney Hill. Just a handful and only here in the USA. These stories seemed so amazing there could not be more than a few people involved and back in the 60s there was no mention of the military being involved.

That changed for me in the 70’s when I realized that there was a high probability that a couple of my family members had had encounters with Alien type beings. And I started looking back at my experiences and yes there was evidence I had encountered the beings directly and I had suddenly developed the ability to communicate with other abductees and even help them deal with their emotional feelings about this phenomenon.

The 80’s saw me researching whole family encounters, going back generations who had encounters of the very close kind. Their abductors were almost like part of their families and were constantly monitoring the personal progress as the generations passed. Maybe they were watching some type of generic modification program of the Human species. No one truly knows for sure.

In the 90’s I started putting numbers on the abduction phenomenon – at this point I could only judge what was happening in the USA for this is where I have lived, traveled and researched. At that point I strongly felt 1 out of 4 people had had encounters with some type paranormal activity in their lives. Instead of calling it only alien abductions, I found I needed to put it all together as larger event, because it was all connected, and included ghosts, fairies, spirits, poltergeist, Sasquatch and other paranormal activity.

As my last 20 years of research had developed I have now realized that 90 % of the American public have probably had some type of paranormal encounter (including abductions) in their lifetime. The reason I say this, is that nearly everyone I have been able to build a relationship with and communicated with over a minimum period, say of several months, has freely remembered a real encounter, even though most initially said ” not me”. And remember over my lifetime I have met thousands of people, a pretty solid sampling of the general population.

Sleep tight – If you are reading this you most likely have experienced a paranormal encounter. For the paranormal is the (new) normal, embrace it, it is just another step in our evolution as a New Earth Being.
MWiz