There are sacred places, sacred ground, and sacred structures around the world. They were created by ancient human civilizations, some unknown, and others probably extraterrestrial all to show some respect for someone or something. And you can create your own in your backyard, we did and we call them our Stone Fairy Circles.
The most important element is the stones, some are simple, and other are quite fabulous, But all have a special divine energy. Some were here when we bought the house and others we found in from various places from around the northern part of Oregon and southern Washington. Many came from the Cascade Mountain trails, some from the woods around my Kids’ homes. Some came from Mt St Helen and many came from Oregon streams. Some of the larger pieces came from people in Oregon that quarry stone for jewelry and stone decorations, but all the stones carry magic, Fairy magic.
The stones of equal size are arranged in a general circle about 2 to 4 feet across Some of the circles are single and others are double-ringed. The stones are placed by physic feel making sure each stone is compatible with the next stone in the circle. I have even noticed at times the sequence has been changed overnight. In the middle of the circles there are smaller stones even a few semi-precious ones, also marbles, antique jewelry, and other things shiny and sparkly as gifts to the Fairy people.
Of course around our circles, there are ferns and a large fairy tree ( as we call it) plus a wonderful natural water feature that anchors the backyard. Something new we have started to do is stacking stones ( combining harmonics of the stones) and also the arrangements has a very cool visual. The energy and peace around the circles are quite profound – producing an instant calming effect that can last the full day.
Sometimes out of the corner of our eyes, you see a movement among the ferns and other small vegetation. At night the area is lit with ground lights something while looking out the kitchen window something blocks the view of the lights for a brief moment, your mind races wondering what is causing it may be a small animal or something more mysterious.
Our Circles are a real joy and we hope the same holds true for the little ones the scurry around and stay in the corners of our eyes. So try it, build your own to show respect, reverence, and commune with another worldly Realm.
Sometimes, I have experiences that I just wonder about. Lately, there’s been something that has been happening to me that I thought I would share with all of you. I welcome comments from anyone who wants to share anything similar or even other strange things.
Since I have been back to work, I have noticed that the computers and registers that I work on either malfunction or the screens go completely blank. For instance, I walked up to a register to look something up for a customer and the screen went white and blank. I went to a second register and its screen went white and blank. I thought there’s no way the third register’s screen would turn white and blank but low and behold … it just blanked out like the other two.
I went back to my desk apologized to my customer for the wait and turned to go to some other registers that were on the opposite side from where I was at when I looked over at the registers that had gone white and blank. I saw cashiers working on them with no problem. I asked if the registers were okay, and they looked at me like I was crazy. I asked if they had had any problems with the registers and they said they were working fine.
I felt foolish, sheepishly went to one of the registers that went blank to look up info, and to my relief, it worked.
A few days ago, I walked up to one of these same registers, didn’t touch it and it went black and showed an error message. I felt like the registers were going AI on me and playing games.
The most common questions, of course, would be, do these registers do this often and do other cashiers have the same problems. From what I understand they are computers after all but no, the other cashiers don’t seem to have the same problems as me.
As for the computers that I work on, I can type in UPC numbers and get an error message. I’ve asked my associates to help type in the same UPC numbers and there seems to be no problem for them and the item shows up. Now, I’ll even put the number in slowly and double-check to make sure it’s correct and I’ll still get an error message. It doesn’t happen all the time but only when I’m really busy looking for stuff.
My personal history has included these experiences pretty much all my life. I won’t wear a watch because they don’t last on me. I have also had wild experiences in the past with my own computers.
Here’s one in particular.
One really late evening, I was creating choreography for my dance students on my computer when I notice that my two lamps on my table started to flicker like there was a current fluctuation happening. Then, all of a sudden a swirling vortex that was bright yellow in color with a bright white light illuminating from it came out of my screen towards me. I have a chair that has rollers on its legs so I pushed back away from my desk and immediately jumped back.
The vortex looked like it was swirling and pulsating with a weird vibration that was coming from it. I ran out of the room and pretty much tried to wake up everybody in the whole house. Many minutes later, when I went back into my room, I notice everything was as it should be and my computer was back on the page that had the choreography on it.
I hope the vortex experience doesn’t happen at work … let’s hope not but I am wondering how many of you have experiences with clocks, watches, computers, machinery even registers?
I have heard that Rh-negative people have this problem and yes, I just so happen to be A- but I think this happens to a lot of people and I am wondering if AI has anything to do with this. I must say that I feel like the registers at work are alive in some way and that the little pranks they are playing on me are on purpose. Or on the other hand, I could be a very paranoid person that watches way too much Sci-Fi.
Don’t ask Michael what he thinks!
Please feel free to comment in so that I know I am not alone in this phenomenon. Rainbow
Micheal and I met a wonderful couple, Betty and Walter this past week. Not only did we realize that we were kindred souls but we also could see that we had many stories to share with each other. This Sasquatch story is one of two that Betty has given us permission to share with you all. Enjoy and stay tuned to next weeks story a coworker shared with Betty. Betty, thank you for sharing your story and the gift of your friendship! Betty’s Story I had been in Northern Utah for about two months when I had an interesting experience whilst hiking the North Ogden Pass. I had gotten into the habit of hiking with my dog each morning, early, so that I could clear my head before work and starting my day. My dog, Sooner and I had been doing this daily and I often would bring my camera to take pictures of wildlife, the beautiful flora and fauna we would see on our hikes, etc. On a very cold December morning, we pulled into the parking area, full of fresh snow, and for a change, I decided that we’d hike along the dry wash toward the back part of the mountain. An area we had not previously hiked.
Sooner was his usual self, briskly walking a figure eight pattern about 20′ forward and behind me as he liked to do on our hikes. I assumed it was to ensure my protection. I was paying attention to the energy of the mountain, listening to the forest sounds and for whatever else might be on the mountain. This has always been my practice in nature. As we got deeper into the backside of the mountain I became aware that Sooner was making a smaller and smaller figure eight patterns, keeping ever closer to me and at that same time, I also began to notice that the forest was growing quiet. Suddenly the wee animals rustling under bushes and ‘crunching’ snow were no longer heard, birds were becoming more few, and there was a palpable shift in the energy on the mountain. I began to pay closer attention as my senses were pinging me to pay attention. Soon my dog was no longer taking his pattern up but remaining right in front of me. The forest was now in total silence, and that caused me to stop. We were on a part of the trail that was still pretty heavy with snow as the sunlight didn’t really touch the ground for all the heavy treeline. At that moment, while pushing out my senses to see what I might be able to pick up, I noticed to my left that Sooner was sniffing very intently at something at the edge of the trail where it began to drop down into heavier brush and give way to a slope leading down toward to valley floor. I became curious as to what had captivated my dog’s attention and walked over to discover 3 or 4 very distinct tracks, large tracks.
My first thought was, oh, someone has been up here snowshoeing. But as I looked more closely I decided, no, that’s not it. Snowshoes don’t have toes! Sooner had pretty much destroyed the first print, but the rest were very clearly visible, so I shooed him away so that I could examine them more closely. These were distinct step-over-step prints that appeared pretty much human…other than the size. I saw a very clear definition of five toes, a ball, and arch with all the lines that go along with the bottom of a foot, and a very large defined heel that had to measure at least 6 to 8 inches across. I was wearing size 7 hiking boots and when I put my foot up against the print it was as if holding a newborn’s foot up against a grown man’s foot…and I mean a man with feet about a size 16 or better! These were LARGE prints.
I quickly grabbed my pack from my back so that I could get my camera, only to discover that I had left it at home. Dang, I always hiked with my camera, but not this time. Sooner and I stood there for a few more minutes while I was still processing what exactly I had before me, again, still listening to the deafeningly silent forest. My first thought was to run. I don’t run. I might get “spooked” on occasion, but my life experiences have taught me to HOLD MY GROUND at all costs. Never let ’em see ya sweat as the old saying goes, and that is a code I live by. So, after another moment or two, I decided to press on along the trail and resume our hike. We, maybe, got another ‘block’ in the distance when I decided that the mountain was still too quiet and did I REALLY want to “meet” whatever had made those tracks? It was obviously a Big Foot and I knew it was far bigger than I.
As much as I was curious, and really wanting to have that experience, I decided that with my dog and everything considered we had better turn around and go back to the car. My intention was to come back later in the day, with my camera, and document the tracks. However, I was delayed in town and by the time I could’ve gotten back there a hard rain had set in. I decided the next morning that the tracks were probably lost in the rainstorm, and so Sooner and I resumed our normal hiking trail to the peak. We never did go on that back trail again in all the time we continued our hiking of the pass. But, it was a few days later that I was having lunch with one of my coworkers and I felt impressed to share my hiking story with him when he asked if I was still hiking each morning. Much to my surprise, he not only totally believed my recounting of events but went on to share an even more interesting Big Foot story with me. To be continued
About 6 weeks ago, I was watching a Sixty Minutes Episode about this amazing Polo player and horse breeder named Adolfo Cambiaso from Argentina. He owned Tri-Cloning for the Better future amazing horse – coined the “ best Polo horse in history” – named Aiken Cura. During a Polo match, Aiken had a very bad accident and before they put him down, Adolfo said his final goodbye, however, he had a curious request: he asked a veterinarian to make a small puncture in the stallion’s neck, put the resulting skin sample into a deep freeze, and store it in a Buenos Aires laboratory. He remembers, “I just thought maybe, someday, I could do something with the cells.”
His hope was not in vain. With the saved skin sample, Cambiasso was able to use cloning technology to bring Aiken Cura back to life. These days, a four-year-old, identical replica of Cambiaso’s star stallion—called Aiken Cura E01—cavorts around a flower-rimmed field in the Argentinean province of Córdoba, where he has begun to breed and train for competition.
Remember in 1996, Dolly the sheep was cloned as the first known animal to survive a cloning process. So 21 years ago, it started and now we can clone fully functional Super Horses, which Adolfo has used to win several Polo Championships.
One hundred plus years before, in 1885, Hans Driesch created two identical sea urchins by jiggling a two-celled urchin embryo until the cells separated and grew into their own creatures. Through much more sophisticated processes, scientists have since cloned pigs, cows, dogs, cats, ferrets, goats, and horses. So cloning in one shape or form has been going on for 133 years go figure.
Now we come to my personal story, I have always felt in the back of my mind that I had a clone somewhere in this present day. One day my Sister, a doctor, called me a little stressed, little amused with a little oddness in her voice. She had just got back from a restaurant in South Carolina where she lived. She said she was sitting at her table having her meal and she heard my voice extremely clear a few tables over. She knew it could not have been me because I lived in Arizona, and she had talked to me earlier in the day on my landline. So after listening for several minutes to the voice, she was compelled to see who this man was. She casually walked by the person and confirmed it definitely sounded like me to the tee with gestures like mine and he looked very similar, a middle aged, balding guy (handsome of course). It gave her pause, she thought, what the hell was going on. She wanted to confront the man but decided it was too weird. But she said to this day( 25 years ago) she thought it was my doppelganger or clone.
At the end of the 60 Minutes episode, the doctor /scientist who was responsible for the cloning procedure spoke about the past, present, and future of cloning. He said, “I know that we have come a long way, much longer than most people know.” That is all he said, but it is not hard to read between his words.
So you could save your mind’s thoughts on a super hard drive and probably with a handful of your stem cells, freeze them- for the future you.
Sleep tight , You can come back during a future better time -the possibilities are endless, enjoy now with no fear of death
There is strange and deadly stuff out in the world, besides humans, Only a few people up to now have had an encounter with these hellish creatures I call Creature X. So little is known about them except their destruction to living things is beyond comprehension. There have been many credible stories. Here is a summary of one of these stories I received from a couple of reliable sources, one is Phantom and Monsters and the other was very similar to this source.
This story from Phantoms and Monsters is from a US military platoon leader in Afghanistan. They were doing a night patrol and they came upon a small village of 7 buildings. No one answered their knocks so when they entered the buildings there were piles of human bodies, ripped and torn apart like nothing these tough, military types had witnessed. The damage looked like it was from a huge creature, beyond their imagination. As they walked to the end of the village, there it was – a goddamn terrifying monster, (beyond description). All hell broke loose, the platoon focused all their firepower on the thing, 50 cal machine guns, grenade launchers, and high powered automatic weapons. Nothing stopped it, the armored vehicle with several men in it was thrown 700 yards. Everyone was screaming and howling out of their minds, but suddenly it all stopped, the creature was gone. The curious thing though was the area that the creature had stood was not damaged at all, almost like it was surrounded by a protective shield.
There have been more stories directly from my personal sources. One of the stories was from a friend who spoke at my group, N.M. UFO and Paranormal Forum, in New Mexico. He related a story about him and his associate being asked to travel to Northeast Alabama, and investigate the murder of three hunters. When they arrived on the scene, they were met by the Sheriff’s department and they explained what they were about to see was horrific, now my friend had seen some crazy and scary stuff in the past, being in the military and working on an Indian Reservation in the Southwest. But nothing was going to prepare him for what he was about to see. Where the hunters use to stand stood a pile of flesh 4x6x3 feet on the spot. Like someone took a laser and instantly cut the three men into 3-inch slices – head to toe. Remember they were heavily armed hunters. It was a horrific sight, one that my friend, a famous Cryptid researcher would never forget, nor would I. There had been many other stories from Park Rangers and other Law Enforcement who have convened similar stories. Missing people found, high up top trees or somehow put in inaccessible mountain top location, where only skilled mountain climbers could climb with great difficulty, torn and ripped apart.
These are strange and scary stories, that I believe are very true. There are things out in this world, that are truly beyond description. I am not saying — don’t go out and enjoy the beautiful natural country. Just know we live in a complex multi-dimensional world, and sometimes a window or door opens.
Sleep Tight , MWiz.
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My tale is a modern taste, a sampling of old-world magic. It wasn’t a story in a movie or taken from an exotic novel but one that I never imagined in a million years, that I would be telling. Even though I come from Gypsy blood, sometimes I have let me guard down and this is where this story begins. As a professional dancer, I knew better than to drop my guard but then, dancing for large crowds comes at a price especially when misunderstandings amongst dance friends takes a turn for the worst. (Before I go further, I want to interject here, that I was as healthy as a horse before this incident occurred.) I lived in Texas at the time and loved that there were so many restaurants to dance at, in so many different locations. I was one of the lucky dancers because I performed four nights a week. As an entertainer, it doesn’t get much better than that. If you aren’t dancing, you are dreaming of dancing. We become the symbol of the eternal circle of dance.
On this infamous evening, I was preparing for my show and thinking more about my music, my veil work and my drum solo, which is normal for dancers in my genre. I had just started performing at this Persian restaurant and really loved the atmosphere. I found everybody friendly and when I would go out and perform, the audience would clap, dance along with me and express their enthusiasm with a zaghareet (a high pitched sound made with their tongues.) On this particular night, I was a bit anxious but then, I was usually nervous before I went on stage so I just thought it was nerves. There was a larger than normal crowd because of the Persian New Year celebrations happening around town. This meant everyone was in a partying mood ready for the dancing to begin. The announcer called my name and cheers and yelling could be heard from the crowd. The evening, which started with me twirling onto stage, amongst smiles, clapping and dancing, ended with me slowly seeing double, sweating profusely as if I had a high fever, fatigued beyond belief so much so that I had to end my show early, run to the bathroom because I had something strange coming out of my nose. (Read the next paragraph at your own discretion. It’s kind of explicit.) I was bent over the wash basin with a substance coming out of my nose that resembled mucus but was much thicker and it was coming out of my nose like a running faucet. At first, I thought I was going to have to call an ambulance because I was so weak, almost passing out but after 15 minutes, the mucus in my nose started to subside and I just lay down on the bathroom floor. The manager knocked on the door, worried about me but I couldn’t answer. After about 10 minutes, I got up off the floor, opened the door and the look on the manager’s face was one of shock. He said, ”You look terrible! Go home!” Something strange had come over my body and from that moment on; I became a very sick woman.
I felt as if something was inside me, eating me from the inside out. To be more specific, it was as if, I had some parasite in me that was feasting on my insides. My skin turned yellow in color within a few days and the slightest touch upon my skin was pure agony. My dreams were dark and dismal. This was so unusual for me because I was a vivid dreamer and could remember my dreams in detail. A particular dream repeated itself, with me being stuck in an old house, not knowing which direction to go, only to find that each door I ran to and tried to open, was locked. My boyfriend at the time wanted to take me to the hospital but I knew instinctively that something else was amiss. My intuition was on high alert and I knew that if I didn’t get the kind of help that I truly felt I needed, that I had only a few weeks to live. I asked my boyfriend to call my mentor, Vee who was an African Priestess in Albuquerque, NM. As soon as he got a hold of her, she stated that she was coming out immediately, the next day. The next day, he picked her up at the airport and brought her to our guest bedroom where I was sleeping because I couldn’t handle even the slightest touch or movement from anyone. Vee looked at me and started to chant as she lighted incense and sage. My room was filled with the mist and smoke swirling around each other and it was the first time I could literally breathe a sigh of relief. Vee made a horrible concoction made from different tea leaves that she brought with her. She insisted that I drink the stinky stuff, so
I immediately declined but when Vee put her hands on her hips; I knew she was going to get it down my throat one way or another so I held my breath, and drank it down, gagging a little here and there. What happened next, shocked me! She then pointed a finger at me and started to reprimand me for not protecting myself. I lay in bed feeling half dead and she was berating me for over an hour. I knew she was right but I also knew that this was something that was way beyond me. I had no clue what happened and even more confusing was why someone would want to do this to me. Vee showed me how to keep myself safe and we went over prayers, incantations, and meditations. She saw that my insides looked like a web and that something had torn it apart. More tea was in store for me along with spirit baths and sacred oils being rubbed all over me. She stayed a little over a week but before she left, she told me something unbelievable that I would have to do. Vee said it was evident that a Dark Witch had cursed me and that I would have to go and find out who she was and confront her! My eyes popped out of my head and my mouth dropped to the floor as I emphatically said, “No!” Vee got in my face, pointed her long finger at me and made it clear that I had no choice. She said she couldn’t guarantee that this Dark Witch wouldn’t try this again. She said, I was lucky this time but what happens if there is a next time? I knew that the one place to begin was back at the restaurant. I begrudgingly agreed with her, but I was scared out of my mind. Vee, knew I was scared so she made me a wonderful smelling fragrance of special oils, adding a secret and unique oil from her former mentor to keep me safe. I was to wear the oils whenever I danced and especially when I confronted the Dark Witch. Within two weeks, I was back, ready to dance again, a little wiser and wearier for the wear. But I have to tell you, I had no idea how I was supposed to find this Dark Witch.
It’s not like they advertise what they do and I knew they hid in plain sight just out of reach in the shadows. But as luck would have it, I didn’t have to look too far. Sometimes, when people do things they don’t feel good about, they tend to try to get it off their chest. As chance would have it, a dance friend, one that I considered a very good friend, confided in me, telling me that she had a Persian Witch put a curse on someone… I know I had that deer caught in the headlights look on my face for a few moments. I then gained my composer and asked her, why on earth would she do that to someone? She said she was told by a tarot card reader, (whom she didn’t know well) that a dark-haired woman was very jealous of her and was trying to destroy her dance career. The funny thing was, more than half the dancers in our area had dark hair. So I asked her if she had a better description of this woman who had it in for her? She said, no. I just looked at her for a few minutes, my mind racing a mile a minute in bewilderment and then I asked her, who this Persian Witch was. She said she hung out at the new restaurant we were dancing at and I asked her to point her out to me the next time she saw her. So without my dance friend knowing it, she was going to lead me right to this Persian Witch and with this knowledge, a feeling of dread washed over me like a tidal wave. As far as my dance friend’s confession goes, after that, I couldn’t help but be very cautious around her but in the back of my mind, I always wondered why she thought it was me, the tarot card reader was talking about. That hurt the most.
The following weekend, we were both scheduled to dance and I knew I had to gather up all the courage I could muster up and prepare to confront this Persian Witch. I was a nervous wreck all week leading up to the weekend and when Friday finally came around, all I knew was that I didn’t want to get out of bed. I stayed under the covers until late morning but finally decided to do my meditations and focus on a positive outcome, not the one I feared. Adrenaline does some interesting things to people, especially when they are scared. In regards to me, I flap my invisible wings like a hummingbird and I end up looking like I’m on steroids for dancers. By the time I drove up to the restaurant, I was exhausted, hyperventilating and I thought my heart was going to pop out of my chest. I was shaky when I got out of the car and I felt like I was walking on noodles instead of legs. Once I was inside and in the back dressing room, my dance friend came up to me and said, “She’s here.”
As fate would have it, I was scheduled to go on first which in the long run was for the best. I quickly got dressed in my dance costume, found my dance friend and asked her to point the Persian Witch out to me. When she did, my fears were confirmed. As if she was sitting within her own court, people were gathered all around her like she was royalty. She was very exotic looking, almost 6 feet tall with a Sophia Loren look to her. She looked like she had a cape on and with all the gold she was wearing, she looked like a Persian Queen. She looked over at us and had a very surprised look on her face. She didn’t expect to see me there or to see my friend and me together. My friend waved at her and so did I. After my show, I changed clothes, put on an extra dose of the special oil, Vee made for me and I ventured out to meet this Persian Witch, face to face. I walked towards her table and she waved for me to come and sit down. It was strange because, in one way, I felt honored to be sitting at her table and yet in another way I knew that she was dangerous and tried to hurt me. “You look well.” She said.
“I was really sick a few weeks ago but I was lucky to have some help in getting better,” I said. She looked surprised and asked me who helped me. I said matter of factly, “My mentor, an African Priestess.” It was interesting how she reacted because she looked me over from head to toe for a really long time without saying a word. The silence was very uncomfortable, so much so that I was just about ready to get up and leave when she said, “I think I was mistaken.” If that was an apology, I will never know but one thing I do know for sure, that evening I confronted the Persian Witch and lived to tell the tale. I didn’t get in her face. It wasn’t about that, it was about me saying, “I’m here and I’m healed.”
After that, on the weekends to follow, she always invited me to sit at her table and without hesitation, I joined her. But the strange thing was, my dance friend never joined us. I asked her to come to sit with us, but she always declined. In the end, the Persian Witch and I had a mutual understanding for each other.
Interestingly enough, weeks later, she told me, “If you ever need my help, just ask.” I told her likewise.“I have learned over the years, that when one’s mind is made up, this diminishes the fear; knowing what must be done, does away with fear.” Rosa Parks
Check out the February issue of Paranormal Underground including my article, “The Milieu and Correlation Between Doppelgangers, Twins and Clones.” It’s a fantastic magazine with an array of articles from hauntings to horror and aliens.
In the middle of last month (July 2018) a strange event happened in northern Siberia, above the Arctic circle, in and around a town called Namy 200 miles south of Laptev Sea (Arctic Ocean). On that day, the sky went Dark. Note: this is normally the time of year for 24 hours of sunlight but strangely, this occurred around peak solar noon 11:30 to 2:00 pm. It looked like a solar eclipse but there wasn’t one scheduled to occur at that time. The temperature even dropped like an eclipse event even though it wasn’t. The locals said it felt very eerie and strange.
Here is what I think it was; first a little background about the area that this occurred, its rich in natural resources, such as oil, natural gas, precious metals and gems, semi-precious gems, very clean and fresh water and rare elements which are used in all things technological.
Maybe just maybe, something like a floating island, like a (Mothership) say 10 or 20 miles in diameter and one mile up would create a night-like appearance, under the ship, even though you’d be able to see a strip of daylight sky on the horizon just as the locals did. This large Mothership could be like an extraction barge sucking lakes dry because this seems to be a common mystery in Northern Siberia, where hundreds of lakes disappear each year. These ships could also be vacuuming up minerals especially rare elements from the hillsides. Remember, this is one of the least inhabitable parts of the world. And there are few eyes to see what is really going on.
Who knows, if the Russian government knows what is happening, they can do little to stop it. Alien groups have been extracting elements from our Earth for probably thousands of years, but it seems most of the mining is from under the oceans. If there was a need for fresh water, this would be an ideal location to complete this type of mission.
Sleep tight, knowing we are sharing our Earth and chances are they won’t allow us to destroy it, that is a good thing.
Let’s revisit a blog I posted a few years ago. Here I added a few more things.
Now that the veil is thinning, almost completely gone, I feel I should talk about some nefarious and formidable foes called Dreggs. The word, “Dreggs,” came about from Antioch, a Djinn that spoke to me from Skinwalker Ranch in Utah. He defined the Dreggs as dark entities, beings or forms of energy that feed off, harass or enslave humans.
Not only the Djinn Antioch, but other entities and Cryptids have spoken to me throughout my journeys, conveying messages to me. Today I will share tidbits of forgotten knowledge that ended up in the shadows of forgotten history, and the side roads of trivial lore.
The renaissance of our infant lives as humans is at risk, only kept safe by protective parents and those guardian spirits that fade away as we get older. We are fragile after all, more so than other beings. We need an upper hand before we ever take our first breath outside the womb. Earths frequency is our extra push and it’s her vibration that enfolds us as we are born, protecting us.
Humans have an interesting fate. We are born completely wiped of any memory of any past life and then as we progress through life, we strive to remember who we were and who we are becoming. The animals in the forests are born and reborn with a connection that is never severed from itself. Many sentient beings live innumerable lifetimes, knowing who they are so much so that, we as humans need to live hundreds of lifetimes just get a glimpse of ourselves.
Our inability to access important memories quickly from early on becomes our downfall which is why as humans we are constantly striving for remedial answers to this beleaguering problem. This is our Achilles heel. And it sucks, because many of these lost memories are golden, pure history, truth with no fillers, the actual account of what life was, is and will be.
Within the subsisting -vivacity of existence, there seems to be brooding and hushed darkness that we as humans have forgotten about, maybe out of fear or the desire to push distressing teachings aside. Here is some of this forgotten history or as some would prefer to say, the tall tales of yesteryear.
Truth or fiction, you decide.
The Cryptid Tulack was quite the silent type but what little he did open up to me about, was surprising. There are fewer Dogmen now than ever before. Their presence here is constantly being disturbed by a very weird outside source. It’s a predatory Cryptid with Dregg characteristics, unlike anything they have seen. I think this creature has the DNA from both Sasquatch and Dogmen besides an unknown Alien DNA factor.
Whether this problem is a result of manipulated genetics, I just wonder who and what this predatory creature is. One has to think, who is its master or is it a self-serving and evolving entity out of control?
The Djinn, Antioch, was an odd fellow. I was never comfortable with his communication with me because I knew he despised humans and I just so happen to be a human. I often wondered why he offered up a plethora of info. I didn’t pay much attention which some researchers would find unprofessional in our field but this particular contact unnerved me to my core.
Here is a little of what he told me in a matter of fact tone.
Imagine if you can, creatures who feast on humans. They are not Demons but something that crossed over from another dimension, waiting for the chance, the opportune time when the veil weakened, barely able to hold its form. Imagine, a being that can occupy a body and invite others like it to occupy the same body at will? They are calculating and cunning way beyond the dark entities that exist here already. Humans are their prime food source and all they have to do is to focus on one person at a time. They basically have a food source that is endless. What is interesting is that these beings are manipulating and manifesting in ominous ceremonies, Ouija boards, darkened rooms, silent roads and the imagination of scriptwriters and storytellers alike. Dark incantations, ceremonies, and summoning are all it takes. They are taking darkness to a whole new level and the very people who think they can get in on the action will eventually find that they are nothing more than food to these beings. We are not at the top of the food chain by any means and in many ways, a delicacy for these creatures. What makes them extremely scary to me, is the fact that they are not Demons as we know Demons to be, but Dark Entities that take darkness to a whole new level.
The Mesh of Golden Tubes
Are we slaves on this planet? I was shown a mesh of yellow and gold tubes that were woven around the earth by archaic beings penchant for creating unusual prisons. The tubes glowed and pulsated as if they were all alive and sentient. I saw many human souls, trying to fly out of the mesh, and when it would sense them trying to escape, it would extend itself and send off a vibration that would pull the souls back into itself. There was no escape and I saw that I was trapped just like everybody else.
The Dregg called the Shapeshifter, can be dark or light depending on their intention. The dark Shapeshifters do an ancient ceremony that steals the life force of a targeted individual. The individuals are usually young but can be adults as well. From start to finish it usually takes a year to complete the actual ceremony.
It is dark and it is sinister. I can’t go into details of what the ceremony entails because I would fear for my own safety if I did so. I witnessed the end part of the ceremony by mistake. I am an Empath and sometimes when I venture off with my dream body, I get caught in dark webs that extend beyond into the ethereal world.
The Shapeshifter I witnessed, maintained his youth and age and was by today’s standards an average guy in his 30’s. In reality, he would be hundreds of years old. I believe he is a cousin to the Vampire of old. Depending on which continent such a creature exists, it can take on many forms.
The Dregg called the Kraken, was an entity that I was shown a few years ago that when seen, is a bad omen. He didn’t look like the monster in, Clash of the Titans, he more so looked like an old man with a mustache and beard. He had a full head of hair that was long past his shoulders. He had three octopus legs for the lower half of his body.
Having him in our timeline means that we fluctuate between the possibilities of dimensions. He reminds me of, Old Man Time except for the fact that he is an entity that messes with timelines and changes the course of parallel universes. He does become a heavyweight for Mother Earth and he affects her ability to spin on her axis. Some of these Dreggs are obvious but others might transform into unassuming forms that seem no more harmful than a ghostly apparition. Follow your gut so you can disseminate between what does or doesn’t feel right. In the End
We are the keepers for Mother Earth. There will always be the shadows of nefarious oddities called Dreggs, who silently watch and wait. We just need to keep the torches of light shining so that at the end of each day, we illuminate the night with a vigilant symbol that says, we are not alone. Knowledge is the key but knowing we are not only connected to Mother Earth but each other, is our saving grace.
As many of you know I am a UFO/Paranormal researcher with a particular interest in human/ alien viruses.
This COVID -19 is a very strange virus or a hybrid of a sort. And it is just beginning and it has many bizarre aspects, some of them will take maybe years to show themselves.
This feeling of dread came over me in December 2019 when I first heard of it in China. It was different, it was very different. My mind hyper-focused on it.
I said to myself was this the one. The one I had been waiting for all my life. Is it the Alien- virus? Will it kill us or will it modify the human race. For sure it’s killing some and the modify part –only time will tell.
Aliens have used viruses over thousands of years to change us. Each person that is infected is given a gift of DNA particles – which some call junk DNA – it’s far from junk.