Blossom Goodchild and Prophecy– past and present– Is it all True Series #53

It is all the rage on the Internets (a “Bushism”). “The ship…the ship,” they cry out. Blossom, a lovely Australian woman, who channels the Federation of Light, says that she got a message from the Federation that the Cosmic Beings are coming in peace and love to show us they are out there. Now for most of you who will read this posting, this is old news; we have all known of the existence of aliens for many years. But I agree that a huge ship many miles wide across would get the attention of the non-believers.

Let’s talk about prophecy for a minute. Word is that there has been a major increase over the last 20 years in prophecies of all kinds, from dreams, visions, and other psychic vehicles. Most of this is very negative stuff, including but not limit to, terrorist attacks, huge storms, financial chaos and landing aliens. I have studied prophecies in the past, like Nostradamus. Like many prophets, if you study their prophecies, most were interpreted after the event. Man is great at either molding the truth or leaving dates open-ended, and everything will happen sometime, somewhere. I have reported on some amazing prophetic experiences (See my posting on the “Lady in Black” from December 7th 2007), which blew me away. I believe we are all prophets to some degree. We each have windows of opportunity in all our lives to see the future, but most of us don’t pay attention to our dreams and day visions.

Now back to the Federation of Light and their Super Ship. During Blossom’s channeling with them, they mentioned they are going to hang out over Alabama for three days. Why Alabama and not New Mexico where I presently live? When I was little I lived in Alabama, which has some of the nicest (and not so nice) people in the country. Maybe it’s the Marshall Space Center in Huntsville, where the Germans build our space rockets. Maybe our military is building something strange and powerful there, possibly a weapon? Well I am hoping they will change their minds and come over to New Mexico, the Home of UFO’s.

Now are the Cosmic Beings coming because of the worldwide financial crisis and coming to save us from ourselves? And for you astrology fans, Mercury is in retrograde, serious retrograde. But on the 14th, the supposed landing day, Mercury will be moving to direct, starting a time for excellent communication with Aliens? Maybe, but remember it would be easier to communicate with whales than aliens, according to Whitley Strieber, and I agree with him.

Now let me say that if something very negative happens on Monday, October 13th, I would be looking towards the sky over Alabama, that next day October 14th.

MWiz.

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Whitley Speaks– With Art , on a Culture of Denial

UFO flap late 2006 through mid 2007 interviews of two famous guys Artie Bell and Mr Strieber. This was a very intense period of UFOs- unusual high levels of meteors falling to earth. Meteor like objects shooting up through the clouds , making a clear path. Witness accounts were dismissed. A culture of denial — that is us. A wealth of information being wasted
Enjoy -MWiz

1984 An Alternate Reality Part 5 By Mary Muñoz © October 5, 2008

Several weeks went by before my next sighting of this illusive person. I had all but given up on ever seeing him again. I didn’t even have a plan or an idea on what to do if I did. I quit carrying the camera around with me, because he it appeared that he didn’t want me to get a picture of him. All of which was proven weeks before when I had tried.
Day 3: While I was waiting
My next encounter occurred weeks later while I was sitting in the car waiting for an art class. Since I lived thirty miles from school I would go to one class and then wait for the next. Some of those times I could wait up to a three hours and since I was student I didn’t have too many funds, so I would sit out in the car usually drawing or doing homework. Once in a blue moon I might go to the student’s hall but that only occurred if I had extra cash.
This day I had decided to hang out in the car and draw. I peered up from my drawing and started to stare out into space. What I was thinking about at that moment in time I don’t remember, but I do remember what caught my attention. At some point I noticed a figure about fifty or sixty feet away walking up the sidewalk. At first it didn’t hit me but then I realized it was the stranger. This illusive soul was headed from the Political Science Building to the Art Building, where my next class just happened to be. Uncertain what to do next I flung the door of the car opened and decided to follow on foot. I had to know something substantial about this guy and I was just given the opportunity.
I am now five feet from the bottom steps. He was just past a hands reach. Then it hit me the door was opening, but wait! He wasn’t holding onto it, it was opening all on its own, and he never lifted either arm. He just walked through it and some invisible force was keeping it opened for him. It was unreal! The doors are interesting in that they are huge, made of glass, and steel, so it took a lot of energy to hold them open like they were. “What the hell!” I thought to myself as my pace slowed down. At this point there was a part of me, who just wanted to end the chase and give up, but curiosity again would kill the cat and I had to know who this guy was. With that I picked up my pace again, ran up some steps, opened the door, and jumped into an empty lobby. What made it worse was it was eerily quiet; I was the only one in there. He had just disappeared. I knew things were not right, the lobby was huge, and I wasn’t that far behind. He should have been there.
Then I heard it, the elevator. The doors were closing and it was going somewhere. I ran to see what floor it was on. I watch it pass the second and land on the third. Instantly I bolted to the stairs. There wasn’t enough time to wait for the elevator. It took a few minutes to get to the third floor and I was out of breath when I did. One student, who happened to be in a lab adjacent from the stairs, looked at me as if he was waiting for me to drop right then and there. I get my breath back and begin to walk around the upper floor of the building.
The building was a square within squares. There were classrooms on the outside of it, a hallway that wrapped around it, and then more classrooms in the middle. Some of the rooms were occupied with doors shut while others were occupied with doors opened. The third floor was unique in that the rooms in the center of the building were the art labs for classes like photography. The outside classrooms varied on what their purpose was. Truthfully I had yet to have a class on that floor, so I didn’t really know what was up there.
I was on the east side of the building when I had left the stairs, so I decided it would be best to just walk around the hallway and see if I could locate him in a classroom. Unless he went down another stairwell on the west he should be there. I begin walking toward the north. Several of the rooms were empty, but one on back corner was occupied and the door just happened to be opened. The instructor was talking at that moment to the class. When I came upon it he turned to face the chalk board writing something on it. I slow my pace down observing everyone trying not to stand out, but see if I can find possibly get a glimpse of those attending the class.
Seeing the illusive soul wasn’t hard. He was in the very back corner in plain view of the doorway; almost like he positioned himself there purposely. There was not a single student around him. He was sitting there looking down at the book on his desk. My stomach is turning now. What was I to do? I couldn’t just go in the classroom and ask him whom he was. I might get myself in some serious trouble. Then again I didn’t have the nerves to do that anyway, so it didn’t matter. And why would I if I did? I couldn’t even talk to him on the stairwell and that would have been the perfect opportunity. There was always the possibility to hang out for an hour and see if I could follow him again, but that would be considered stalking…and yeah, I was to a point. So what to do?
I had decided that I would go home after classes and let my dad know what had happened. And I did later that night. The conversation would put into motion the need of a person who had access to the student records. We knew the classroom, the time of the class, and all we needed was the name of the professor and the name of the student. Then that person would access the records so that we could find out who this person was and if he indeed was just another human soul who happened to have an uncanny way of showing up in places at odd times. So my next goal was to locate that person, get them to keep it under wraps, so we could learn who we were dealing with. I will hold off on that till next week’s entry.
Mary.

LHC the Wonder or Doomsday Machine, will they save us.— Is it all True Series #52

The Collider is a mystery vehicle that only the world’s leading scientists understand. The large Hadron Collider (LHC) is the world’s largest high-energy particle accelerator complex in the known world. There actually is probably another one in or near Dulce NM.

Twenty years and 10 billion dollars in the making, this wonder of the universe lies underneath the France-Switzerland border in Cern near Geneva Switzerland. Eight thousand scientists and 85 countries have worked on this super-project.

Is it a safe project? Most say yes, but a few will say that the LHC will create a big black hole and consume us all. The thought of doomsday particle physics has always been part of our culture. Two examples are Dan Brown’s “Angels and Demons “ and Doug Preston’s book “Blasphemy”.

Protons along with other particles are shot around this tunnel/tube at 99.9999% the speed of light and then smash into each other creating more exotic matter and maybe a little anti-matter (the bad stuff). So on September 10th the Collider fired up with its first particle shooting through tube. The next day on the infamous September 11th the LHC system is totally shutdown due to a transformer failure. But on September 18th, it was back on track. Then the 19th brought an electrical failure causing a large leak of helium. Now we need to wait for 2 months or so before it will rock again.

Starting to sound a little bit fishy. It is hard to believe after 20 years of building, preparing, and testing- only 2 working days? What’s up Doc?

Orange Orbs / lights have been seen floating near the Collider location under the Alps. Are these Orbs/UFOs telling us something like, “Don’t fool with Mother Universe”? Remember it is well documented that many nuclear missile silos were deactivated on several occasions in the 70’s and 80’s here and around the world.

Chances are that humans are not ready to handle dark matter, anti-matter and crazy black holes. I personally think most aliens don’t care about the human race, but they do care for the beautiful blue earth and its wonderful other peaceful creatures. My educated guess is that the Hadron Collider will never truly get going again. Who knows, with the way things are going, we may only have a few months left. The alien beings may just be delaying action to try to save their planet-earth.

MWiz.

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Whitley Speaks -God Particle- Opening our Door.

The Super Poo-per Collider it may release paticles which go back and forth in time, maybe a time-traveler may come back , a time machine. So a space/time traveler maybe manipulating us to open the door into our world. “Great Interview” == WATCH IT and read my take on the subject in my” Is it true series” this Saturday.

1984 An Alternate Reality Part 4 By Mary Muñoz © September 28, 2008

Several weeks would go by before my next sighting of this illusive person. I had all but given up on ever seeing him again. I didn’t even have a plan or an idea on what to do if I would have ever run into him again. I didn’t even carry the camera around with me. He had just disappeared and I had decided the game was over with the stairwell incident.
Day 3: While I was waiting
My next encounter occurred while I was sitting in the car waiting for an art class. Since I lived thirty miles from school I would go to one class and then wait for the next, which at times meant up to a three-hour wait. During these times I would sit out in the car, watch others walk by, draw, or go down to the student’s hall.
This day I had decided to hang out in the car and draw. I peered up from my drawing and started staring out into space. What I was thinking about at that moment in time I don’t remember. But I do remember what caught my attention. It was during that point in time that I noticed a figure about sixty feet away walking up the sidewalk. They were headed from the Political Science Building to the Art Building, where my next class was.
You guess it…it was him. I could not believe it! I fly out of the car with only my keys. I run up the short walk to the door of the building. I am only five feet from the bottom steps and the door is opening for him. Note to the Reader: The door opened without him ever touching it. Now in shock I stop. “What the hell!” I thought to myself as my pace slowed down. “No, I am going to do this! He can’t win!” I picked up my pace flying through the doors of the building.
The lobby was empty and eerily quiet. There was no sign of the guy. Then I heard it, the elevator. I ran to see what floor it was on. “The third, it’s the third floor!” Instead of waiting for the elevator to come down I decided I had no time. I began to run up the stairs reaching the third floor out of breath.
I knew he was up there, but where? Since classes were already in session I walked slowly trying to peer into all the rooms with doors opened. I headed directly north from the stairwell I had come out at, which happened to be located on the east side of the building. It didn’t take long and bingo; there he was in a class on the northeast corner. He was sitting in the back by himself. He stood out. I walked by the room twice just to make sure it was him, but I was certain.
I would call my dad and share the new developments. It was then that he suggested employing someone else, maybe a professor, to help locate an identity. Reluctantly I agreed. I did know of someone that might be willing to help us out with this. They just happened to be interested in the phenomena and had the ability to be discreet in the process of it all. So the next day I would meet them and discuss the situation. The end result left us with more questions than we had in the beginning, but more on that next week.
Mary.

A Conversation with Norio Hayakawa–Is it all True Series #51

A couple of Thursdays ago I had the great pleasure of sitting down with Norio Hayakawa. We spoke of UFOs, Robert Lazar, Dulce and other paranormal stuff while enjoying some jasmine tea and cake.

Norio Hayakawa is a Spanish teacher, who brought a Japanese film crew over to Las Vegas, NV in 1990, and had a strange but enlightening interview with Mr. Robert Lazar. Mr. Lazar reportedly saw a real alien UFO. Norio reported that this interview took place in a house that looked like it was vacant just a few minutes before the interview. There was a makeshift office thrown together and very few other furnishings. Norio also reported that there were two strange men, with weird black devices attached to their sides, almost as if they were robots or men in black.

Norio said that he then took his crew to Dulce, NM because of a tip from Lazar about an underground base, which was located there. It probably was an interesting sight to see a group of Japanese gentlemen entering the strange Wild West town located on an Apache reservation. Apparently Hoyt Velarde, the police chief of the town, must have thought the same thing because he wasn’t at all pleased to see these strangers snooping around his town. Norio told Velarde that they wanted some information about an underground base supposedly co-run by aliens and our military. Norio directly asked Hoyt “what’s up with the base”? This question didn’t make Chief Velarde very happy and he showed the film crew and Norio the door. Hoyt said, “Don’t you ever ask any more questions regarding such a base. I have nothing to do with it and I do not want to talk about it”. I think Hoyt actually said a lot and knew a lot.

Norio spent three days total in Dulce. While he was there he built some interesting relationships and gathered some solid information about paranormal events in and around Dulce. He took this information back to Japan and helped put together one of the most popular documentaries on the subject of Area 51, Mr. Lazar, and Dulce.

I liked Norio very much; he was very sincere, knowledgeable, and quite real. He emailed me to say, “I agree with you totally that this whole phenomenon is very much multi-faceted and fascinating.”

To you Norio, may our fascination drive our journey to find the Truth.

MWiz

PS. Lesley thanks for the opportunity to meet him (Norio).

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Stanton Friedman Speaks — March 1950 Farmington NM.

I was talking to Norio Hayakawa and he was asking if I had heard of this massive armada sighting in March 1950 in Farmington NM. I scatched my head and said No strangely – NO , I thought I had heard of all the UFO classics, we all learn something, if we pay attention everyday.

Enjoy

1984 and not the Book! Part 3 By Mary Muñoz © September 21, 2008

Disappointment is how I felt that day. Not only did I not get the picture, but I had one absence against me. Three of them and I was out of the class.
I called my dad to see what my options would be at this point since I had been so stunned to the fact that the guy knew my activities or appeared to know them. Truthfully I was thoroughly convinced of this when he went by the window. It was a feeling that came over me at the moment he turned and looked.
With this my dad suggested that I try to find a pattern to his schedule. To do that I would have to locate him, which was already appearing to be more complicated than first expected. My dad believed locating him and finding this pattern might open up the door to get that shot with the camera without his knowledge that I was there.
Day 2: The Introduction
Without much to go on I decided that I would stand in the same place in hopes that he might come by. It was a long a shot, but why not. And yes, I had the camera, but I held it around my neck, not in my hands. I even left the lens cap on.
The bell rings and the students stream by. Something told me I would not see him this day. I wasn’t completely disappointed when the last door closed and the hallway was empty without a single appearance. I lean over grabbing my camera case putting the camera back in its spot. I grab my backpack and think to myself, “You idiot you just missed the class again…one more and you are out!”
And with that thought I turned and started down the stairs. I hear a person coming up and I move from the middle to the right side, so that they come through. I am half way to the landing when the person comes around the corner and takes the first step up. I look up to see who it was and yeah, it was he. Why not! The camera is in its case and is not an issue anymore.
This is when I look into his eyes and I am amazed at how peaceful they were. Then he says, “Hello.” Note to the reader: He did not move his lips. Not a single facial movement occurred during this exchange. Not knowing how to respond I say, “Hi”. Yeah, I know…why in the hell didn’t I say more! I don’t know; I beat myself today thinking this was a great opportunity and I lost it.
I continue down the steps and he continues up the steps. I had no specific thoughts at this moment. I was mechanical in all that I did. I went straight to the car in the back parking lot, sat down, and then it hit me…“What in the hell just happened here?” “He was right there in front of me. Why didn’t I turn and go after him. Why didn’t I say more to him than just, hi.” Now were all of my reactions out of fear he would see me get the shot or was it more? In a split second I realized that I was not dealing with a normal person. He said hello without moving his mouth and he appeared to know my next move. He was always one step ahead of me and he liked to surprise me. It was becoming a game.
But even knowing all of this there was still the final question, which came down to this, “How would I get the picture?”
Mary.

Indigos of Today, Changelings of the Past—Is it all True Series #50

Last week I did a posting on a Fairy swarm in northeastern Washington State. In doing my background research on that posting I came across something called Changelings which come from Western European folklore which typically describe these beings as offspring of a fairy, troll, elf or other creatures. Folklore describes these creatures being left in the place of human children. Many countries of the world have these Changelings legends from Scandinavia, Ireland, Spain, Malta and even Nigeria.

Some feel that the Changeling beliefs stem from the births of deformed or mentally challenged children with a variety of diseases like spinal bifida, and cerebral palsy. In the past this Changeling phenomena may have been used to explain and maybe justify the unknown diseases plaguing their newborns. There are many interesting characteristics that portray these little beings, such as voracious appetite, malicious temper, green tint to their skin, dislike for wearing shoes, wisdom beyond their years and special powers and abilities. It was said that these little beings would tell their human host parents that they were not their children and that they were bought here under protest.

I have heard of similar characteristics from parents with the Crystal/Indigo children of today. Of course my beliefs on the Indigo children of today is that these beings are a new upgraded human-type with genes from a hybrid (alien/ human) mixed with genes from a group of enlightened humans (i.e., humans who have reached spiritual freedom from earthly fears).

Changelings may have been the first attempt at gene manipulation by a group outside of the human race. Now humans are trying to make a new human as we play with the human genome. I say whoever is doing the changing; please help us stop our own extinction before our time runs out.

MWiz.

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Those cute little ones