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The New Sheriffs in Town—Is it all True Series #55

Rumor has it that a new group has formed. The group is calling itself the MJ-7, and it came together about two weeks ago. Its members all reside in New Mexico, the state where the modern of era of UFOs began. (Of course, if he were still alive), Kenneth Arnold may challenge that with his flying saucer sightings in the Washington Cascades in June 1947.)

It is said that the mission of MJ-7 is to seek out the truth and expose disinformation about UFOs and everything that is connected to this phenomena. I personally feel that this strange and powerful subject touches all aspects of our lives. The connection is profound and needs serious investigation, and MJ-7 is up for the challenge. These truth warriors will remain un-named until full disclosure is accomplished.

I did hear that they come from all walks of life, an entrepreneur, a hypnotherapist, a writer, teacher, musician, electrician, artist, funeral director, truck driver and a candlestick maker, (okay, I got a little carried away with the candlestick maker). Their ages range from the late teens to the 60’s. They have a combined 200+ years of amazing experiences in the UFO and related fields. And much of this work was hardcore field research.

They seem to have a bit of the Robin Hood spirit—sort of take back from the global alien handlers and give back the freedoms/information to all man and womankind. Is there a reason why this group has been attracted to each other? Have they met in the past, a past life or maybe even on an alien ship? Maybe they were put together, to pool their energies and knowledge for a higher purpose– Jungian collective consciousness. It is sort of like hooking up a series of computers together to multiply the thinking power.

Lets all wish this new force in the UFO community the very best, for their challenges are huge, but presently our world needs all the hope it can get. I hope to keep up with MJ-7 and report back to you on their adventures and progress.

MWiz.

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Seven Wise Owls– to search for the truth

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Dulce By Mary Muñoz © October 19, 2008

I would like to jump to the spring of 2003. Growing up I found many places to be my home and one of them just happened to be a small community in northwestern New Mexico called Bloomfield. I lived in the area from 1967 – 1977 with my mom, step-dad, and siblings. Growing up in the area was fun full of adventure to a young kid and I wanted to share that adventure with my family, so we took a day drive there to see what I use to call home.
The position of Bloomfield to Moriarty allowed us to have two choices for our trip home. We could go back the way we came or we could go around a longer but more scenic route. We decided that viewing Navajo Dam would be great and then we could head over to the infamous Dulce that is said to have had strange happenings around it. Being adventurous and curious we decided that an extra long trip would not be out of the question for the day.
We get to Dulce in the late afternoon and had to get some fuel. Since I had been driving most of the trip I decided that I would trade positions with Abe and let him take command. I wanted to have a better view of Archuleta Mountain, the reported location of the base. It was said to be just north of the town.
When we got into town I had noticed the bluff to the north and was very interested in it, but wasn’t sure if it could be the famous mountain that is said to house some strange things. I found out later that it was not the one I was looking for. Archuleta sits north of that bluff, but that didn’t matter after what occurred next.
Abe is pumping the gas while Hannah and I go in and buy some snacks in the only convenience store we could find. I look up and see Abe coming in the door. “Hey Hun, what do you want to eat.” He ignored me. I looked at Hannah and she shrugged her shoulders. Abe went straight to the restrooms.
I pay for the snacks we chose and it was right at that moment that Abe came out and motioned us to the door. He holds onto my shoulder and grasps just a bit. I look at him, “What is wrong?”
“You are driving.” We step out of the door that he pushes open for us.
“What, I thought we decided…” He interrupts me, “You need to drive, please, please, I will tell you later what happened.”
“Okay.” I thought to myself.
We walk a short distance to the car when I notice that there is a sheriff pumping gas behind us. He was extremely tall in comparison to those around us. I estimated he was well over 6’ tall. I look closely at him as I am approaching the door to the driver’s side and begin to wonder if this is why Abe is so freaked out. He smiles and nudges his head in a courteous way, but I don’t think much about it. I smile and nudge mine back as I turn to get into the car. I turn to Abe and he is looking straightforward. “Go. Don’t ask questions!”
“Okay…” Now my curiosity is up about his behavior, but I am still interested in looking for something, anything, that might point out the underground facility that just lay north of town. I wasn’t certain what was happening with Abe, but I would find out soon enough. Abe didn’t like the fact that I was still interested in looking around town. He turned to me and stated, “Get out of town; we don’t need to worry about the base.”
“Okay…” This is when I focused on how far getting out of town would be which wasn’t too far and then maybe I could get some closure to as why he was acting like he was. This was not my husband.
These are the exact words of my husband on what he remembered:
“He pulled in behind me while we were at the gas station. Here I am pumping gas, this pickup pulls up behind me, a Sheriff, who is Native American descent, and stood about 6’1” or 6’2”. He gets out of his truck to pump gas. He then looks at me, I look at him, and then we nod as if to communicate hello. I look back down at the gas pumping into the Toyota. Then I look back up and he is staring right at me. Not knowing what his intentions were or what my intentions were towards him he looked right at me and without his lips moving he told me, “You’re not welcomed here,” which through me into oblivion. With that in mind I hurried pumping gas, hurried into the convenience store to the bathroom, and that is where I told my wife, “You need to drive, please, please, I will tell you later what happened.” © Abelino Muñoz 18OCT2008.
For the next thirty miles or so he would not be the same person. It took me playing a Messianic Praise tape to finally throw him out of whatever took over whom he was. I don’t know what happened that day to him, but I do remember the guy from College and what he knew about my next move.
So did this guy know what our intentions were that day before we even made it to town? And when we got there was he sent out to stop us? Were we being warned to stay away for our protection or was it for theirs? Will we ever know for certain, because Abe heeded the warning; staying away. It has now been five years since that adventure began and we have yet to be back. Will we do it again? I don’t know, but if we do, we will know the possibilities of what awaits us the next time. But this wouldn’t be the first or the last time strange occurrences would meet up with us, more on that next week.
Mary.

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Whitley Speaks with Art, Thoughts-Fears- Gary McKinnon

Whitley’s 11 years with close contact– Aliens can pick up thoughts as easy as we hear voice. Whitley- struggled with his fears. Lights over Iran — what are they ? — from us?. Next Gary McKinnon what does he know ? And why does our government really want his Butt ?

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Cats Out of the Bag- By Mary Muñoz -© August 3, 2008

After I had received the letter my life would become a virtual prison or I should say more than it had already been. Prior to receiving the letter I was already going through some serious issues of freedom with my mom and it all could be traced back to one phone call.
I don’t remember the exact date when this call happened, but I remember it was in 1978 and what the outcome of it would be. My grandmother called my mom frantic and upset. Upon answering the other line my mom quickly rushed to the living room to retrieve the second phone unplugging it from the wall and carrying it into the bedroom with her. Interested in this I crept up to her bedroom door and listened in. I heard her saying things like, “How did he find you?” Where is he at?” “What do you mean he wants to see her?” “He doesn’t know where we are does he?” “Well when you get down here we will see about this?” It was these words that would lock me in a fortress for the rest of my high school years, which of course just happened to be three more.
I was no longer allowed to leave the premises without my mom next to me, to have friends that were not handpicked by her, and I could not go on overnight stays even when I was invited by those she trusted. And now that the letter had shown up out of the blue my mom was more vigilant to what I was doing. Initially when this was happening I thought that her clenches on me were due to my own teenage actions the fall prior, but I soon found out more than I could have ever imagined.
For the first week after the letter I began to question what was so wrong about this man. Why someone who worked for the government would jeopardize his career by seeing his child before she turned 18 due to the divorce papers?
In the letter there was a number that was left for me to call collect, if I liked. He didn’t seem like a person who would be someone you couldn’t trust. He sounded sincere in all he stated and to this day I believe that he meant it.
So I called him one evening, within a week or two, when my mom was not at home, and I told him that I was going against her wishes, but I had to know…know who he was, so I could understand who I am. After a few months of writing letters between one another we decided to meet. It was now the summer of 1980.
Just a note to the reader: How did my mom not find out we were writing to one another? Simple…my dad opened a P.O. Box in the town we lived in his name and gave me the combination to it. I would go and get the letters out when my mom was not around. I would hide them in my room. Within the letters he would always add a self addressed stamped envelope, so that I could write back. Intrigued in his abilities to be sneaky along with a little cloak and dagger made it mysterious and fun, which hooked me in.
But that is only the beginning of the things I would find out…it was at our first meeting that my eyes would be opened to our connection and the extraterrestrial phenomena, which I will share next week.
Mary.

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Phoenix Lights – 11 years past, Plus a recent strange event -Is it all True Series #29

Was the event that occurred this past Monday evening on April 21st a rerun of the super event that occurred about 11 years ago, the famous lights and objects over Phoenix, Arizona in 1997, known all over the world? No, it was quite probably a hoax. Those were probably flares or maybe a candle lantern or two but remember during the original flap, as per my analysis of the videos and interviews with eyewitnesses back in 1997, I strongly believe part of the sightings was a flare hoax, a military creation to cover-up the “UFO mini-attack” as I called it. Next is a re-post of my original Phoenix lights piece.
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My View – Lights over Phoenix March 1997 – Mini- Invasion
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Categories: UFOs, alien.

For about a 2-week period in March 97, it was a strange world for most of southern Arizona. I was walking out to my car to go to work about 7:00am on a bright sunny day in Tucson and there in the northern sky were at least 7 or so white balls of something moving rapidly east to west. Then several evenings/nights around March 13th the big wave hit the Phoenix area. Lights, huge craft, even strange little beings were reported. The city got crazed and thousands witnessed the event.
Symington, the Governor of Arizona at the time, on the 10-year anniversary of the event admitted he saw the Huge Craft and said, “the craft I saw was enormous, it just felt other-worldly.” At the time the Governor put on a mock news conference about the capture of the alien who caused all of the uproar. One of Symington’s advisors dressed up like a large Grey; it was a lot of fun. But inside he knew different.
In Casa Grande AZ located between Tucson and Phoenix, there was a daylight sighting by several reliable individuals who saw this huge ship the size of several football fields slowly move across the sky; they described it as awesome and very scary at the same time.
And of course there were plenty videos of the event. Some of the objects did truly look like flares lighting up and burning out in a sort of formation, even though the Military denied any aircraft or flares in the area. There were other videos, which were quite amazing, orbs of light moving from the ground to the sky and back. Large craft with no lights blocking out the sky, stars, moon, etc.
Conclusion: The flare lights were military disinformation to cover the main event- something the military couldn’t control but knew it was there. It was a wonderful two-week period I will never forget – lots of light, action and crazy fun. The Mini-Invasion worked. phoenix1997lights.jpg
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I personally will never forget the 1997 event. Everyone needs to remember this event’s scope was huge from Nevada to northern Mexico. Thousands of people saw many lights and hundreds of daytime sightings. I personally saw 7 daytime objects and several strange lights over the Catalina Mountains near Tucson.
One interesting fact about the recent 2008 sightings is that on the same night, Phoenix-type sightings were also sighted in Florida and Germany, were they coincidental releases, candles, flares or maybe that mysterious swamp gas? -A Whitley quote.

Enjoy – LIFE is getting very short, but lets still have much JOY!

MWiz.

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Our Presidential Candidates and their Alien Being Reflections (hitchhiker) Is it all True Series #25

I have always speculated that in each of us there is a reflection of an alien being, who is sharing our body vessel. They have joined in our journey for the past 70+ years. During many interviews with contactees and abductees I have felt these “others” inside them. Sometimes these inner beings show only a slight essence of their presence, but others dominate their host body. I believe the influence of this strange relationship changes over time. If you have ever read Ruth Montgomery and the walk-ins, Ruth shows these beings as suddenly moving into the human vehicle and completely transforming personalities and souls.

So lets move on to some less serious observations about alien being reflections in our present candidates for President of the US of A. First lets look at Hillary Rodham Clinton– in her is a Gray being at the highest intelligence level (there are several levels of Grays). They are typically short in stature. The Grays display a most precise focus on a goal and will do anything to get it and at times in complete denial of the probable outcome. They can also be a chameleon and change colors and directions as needed to be successful, sometimes using real truth and also real lies to manipulate the masses. A tenacious fighter, and a great team player as long as she/ they are leading the team.

Barack Obama has a Nordic in him, they are normally blue-eyed blondes, but many have dark hair and brown eyes with attractive features (and a few have large ears). The Nordics are at times very naive, and their promises are not always fulfilled. They will not break the law of non-interference into human affairs, except if the Grays are affecting them directly (in negative way). If Nordics want, they can dominate and push back the Grays and most other alien beings.

Finally, the MIB type alien resides in John McCain. The MIB’s have very pale lifeless skin and light sensitive eyes (love sunglasses). They don’t conform well to social patterns and they sometimes are time disoriented. They can’t handle psychological curve balls or interruption of their plans (show anger). And lastly the MIB’s impersonate government officials.

One last comment — GWB has a Reptilian hitchhiker (enough said).

Sleep tight; don’t worry, our government is watching over us.

MWiz.

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Recognize my EYES

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The Actress and Them Part 2 of 2- Is it all True Series #23

This is a continuation of last Saturday’s post–Sarah was a beautiful model and actress from Kennesaw, GA. She lived very close to Kennesaw National Battlefield Park. Many times in her teens she would remember dozens of black unmarked helicopters hovering near or over her house. Were these black helicopter sightings connected to her younger sister, Barbara? Barbara would have very lucid dreams of traveling on alien scout ships as she called them. The ships would fly at high speeds and map the surface of the earth. Grays mostly occupied them, and they told her the mappings were to make the upcoming mission a success, in late 2011 (twenty-one years later). They never told her more but Barbara seemed to enjoy the trips; she was 11 years old at the time.

Sarah developed an amazing ability to have OBEs (out of body experiences) on command. She said she learned it from an old woman she met in the woods in the National Battlefield Park across from her childhood home. This old woman was dressed in a black hood with long pure white hair, barely 4′ 10″ tall, and she had cold steel blue eyes, which could pierce your soul. She spoke like a little girl in a soft delicate voice. Sarah called her the witch-angel. On one meeting the old woman told Sarah to lie on her back on the grass, close her eyes and imagine a blue triangle – with the base hovering three feet from the ground and another triangle positioned the opposite point to the ground – in a perfect overlap. Next the witch-angel told Sarah to rotate one triangle in a particular direction and the other triangle in the opposite at a constant speed. (And please don’t try this at home you may disappear). Sarah immediately could see her body lying in the grass as she floated above the park. She said it was the greatest feeling ever. But she quickly lost focus and returned to her grounded body, and the little old woman was gone. She rushed home to tell Barbara her experience only to find out Barbara already had her schooling a year before with the wise old witch-angel. Sarah and Barbara had several other sessions with the wise-old-one where they developed certain ESP abilities. The little old woman told the sisters they were now ready to awaken others to the future. They never saw the hooded woman again.

One last thing about Barbara and Sarah–many late nights they would sit in their bedroom on the second floor and look towards the National Battlefield Park and they would see hundreds of blue lights moving quickly into and out of a particular section of the park. And the last thing Sarah told me was that an underground base existed in Kennesaw Mountain.

Sleep tight – the world will be there tomorrow. – Well maybe.

MWiz.

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The underground Base – Kennesaw Ga.?

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Another Inconvenient TRUTH – " The End Of America -Letter of Warning to a young Patriot "

The Mission statement of this Weblog purposely excluded politics, but I am a true believer in the phrase- all things are connected- everything is connected to a universal matrix. I have great concerns about our democracy staying whole and real. In these times I believe our leaders have acted as if they were being controlled by some other forces. And I will let you judge on what these forces are.

Naomi Wolf , an author and researcher shows in her profound book what is probably happening to our once great country. Enjoy her lecture at University of Washington OCT.11,2007

Please listen and at least talk about with your friends. Talk about what ? – The Blue Print – The 10 steps that close a democracy.

This is our Country and our Constitution— Love them and Protect them.

MWiz , as I always say —sleep tight our Government is watching over us.

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“The Grays” and other – Whitley Strieber Part 8

Cig. Butts from a stranger from NY cabin. Voice in Whitley’s head , two guys in a Black Mustang. using a machine to project their voices. A very evil person stands by a drugstore, looking for tobacco products. Sex with Gray being- Whitley gets very excited physically, as a group of whatever from the Star Wars’ bar scene looks on.

Wild and crazy — enjoy MWiz.

Thanks to YOUTUBe. And check out Whitley site on our blogroll.

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“The Grays” and other – Whitley Strieber Part 3

Deep inner thoughts from Whitley — on his sexual experiences and his feeling on the Grays- ( he is very uncomfortable about it all.) The Grays are very different beings — kind of muted humans who carry small black boxes. Two strange beings in NYC draw Whitley into their apartment. The male goes into the bedroom and splits into two beings , a ball of magnetic fuzz floats out and checks Whitley out. Female urines on the floor .Whitley is forced to make love to the Gray female ( to make a baby ) .Whitley’s real family may have held the hybrid. Pretty bizarre stuff.

Thanks to YOUTUBe. And check out Whitley site on our blogroll.

Thanks enjoy — You cannot think as a human when dealing with the Grays.

MWiz.