Covid-19 is a multi-dimensional being, which in my estimation is delivering messages to our RNA and our DNA. But I am not sure yet, are these messages good or bad, are they strictly changes or are they enhancements? The virus has this amazing ability to get into our cells and muck with them. And most of the time we are just a pass-through vehicle with no change or no harm done.
That brings us to transhumanism, the melding of human bio with other non-human bio or even AI. So Covid-19 could be a vector to start the trans-human process- make us into this new being. or new species, or Human 2.0.
Now the vaccine, I must start this off with a disclaimer statement I am not a fan of vaccines. But I acknowledge their success in conquering some very bad diseases, polio, yellow fever, smallpox, and a few others, but our drug companies have in the last 20 years changed the definition of the word vaccine – to the “goose that lays the golden eggs”, trying to vax us for everything and its beating up our bodies and weakening our own immune system.
So the Covid19 vax race is on and a new player has surfaced the mRNA vaccine, where particles similar to the real virus are injected into you and making your body create synthetic genes and they in theory provide the body with a safe target to create immunity. Also maybe not a good thing, those Synthetic genes can be patented by the drug company and strangely enough those synthetic genes become part you and owned by the drug company. Go figure. And as we are going warp speed to create these vaccines with Synterinc genes – we have no idea what the long term effect on the human genome will be.
Sleep tight – 2020 will be over in less than 100 days , but will we have survived ?
MWiz
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My adventure to Egypt changed my life forever. Sometimes lessons are learned when we least expect them or when we aren’t looking for them at all. With this being said, this is my story of the unexpected adventure that turned my life topsy turvy into the realm of the Priestess.
Egypt is the mysterious Mistress of magic and ancient knowledge. She’s the elixir of times not forgotten but kept secret behind closed doors surrounded by sand and desert. Moments in our lives come and go but the memories linger on beyond our lifetime into the next, just as the sands in an hourglass turn over and over again.
I realized the moment I stepped foot on Egypt’s ancient sands, I had truly for the first time in my life, come home. The Priestess in me awakened to the sounds of morning prayer and the belly dancer’s drums, summoning a night of dance. My soul shouted in delight and my spiritual quest began with a vengeance that was foreign and scary all at the same time. It was the first time I was in the presence of Source, the old ways, or as some call them, the Ancient Aliens.
As a dancer, yes, I was in my element but as a Medicine Woman, in some ways, I was in way over my head. Let me explain.
Before I ventured to Cairo, Egypt in 1991, I was told by two of my mentors that Egypt could be dangerous for me because I was open, meaning I was already learning the old ways of ceremony and prayer. As a young Medicine Woman, there were things I was already experiencing that were a bit dark so my teachers stressed that I rethink my plans. The 28-year-old in me didn’t listen and to this day I am forever grateful to her that she didn’t but that doesn’t mean they weren’t right.
My ex-husband, a medicine man named Thunder Bow gave me an amulet to wear to keep me safe and a friend made me a small hand made knife that I hid in my boot in case I needed to protect myself. But how does one protect themselves from an archaic and highly intelligent Source that has been around since the beginning of time? I sensed “them” before I stepped aboard my plane and they made their presence known in subtle ways such as nonsensical dreams and knots in my stomach that seemed to never go away.
My trip started out as a belly dancer’s dream but in actuality, it was a coming home to my Priestess roots. I didn’t know beforehand that I had been a Priestess many lifetimes in Egypt. Past life memories came back to me in vivid dreams, vibrant and emotionally riveting. They came non-stop, a young girl of 14 or a boy of 10 at first. Then my memories flashed and changed to me being a woman of high importance, priestesses surrounding me in the moonlight and a ceremony being performed to the Goddess Isis. Some of the past lives were in interesting times, such as the upheaval of Akhenaten’s priests fighting with soldiers and overtaking the inner sanctum of one of the pyramids. The vengeance of the old Gods was terrifying! I had a flashback of Tutankhamen coming to Luxor for the Sham el Nessim celebration. I was shocked and in awe as these memories flooded into my waking state. It was as if I never left.
I was remembering so much so that I sensed someone or something was not happy that my memories were coming back. Throughout the many months I was in Egypt, 2 attempts were made on my life and the third and last attempt which happened back in New Mexico, almost succeeded.
Double Trouble
The first attempt happened one morning when I was visiting an indoor market underneath an apartment complex. It was probably 20 stories high in a crowded area by Maadi a suburb of Cairo. I had walked in for some groceries and when I bought all I needed, I walked back out into the street. Within seconds, a woman suddenly yelled at me in English, “Watch out!”
An area rug about 10 feet long came crashing down, barely missing me by a few feet. If I hadn’t jumped back, I don’t think I would be telling this story. My legs became weak and I felt as if they were going to collapse under me. I was in utter shock when people came running over to me from all directions. Everyone was asking me if I was okay while I looked up, seeing multiple balconies but no sign of where the rug came from. I pushed my way through the crowd and walked away with shaky legs and somewhere inside of me, I sensed that was a warning.
Later that day in the afternoon, I was walking down a street by the little apartment I rented. I was weary but had calmed myself down from the morning’s close call. The butterflies in my stomach had just left me and I was feeling more assured that it was just a coincidence when all of a sudden, a white van full of people came rushing up behind me and hit me from my left side. My left elbow saved my life because it made me bounce off the van. If I hadn’t bounced off the van, I would have been knocked under it and it’s back wheel would have run me over. It all happened so fast, seemingly in a split second, within a blink of an eye.
I yelled at the driver who stopped the van and again people came running towards me to see if I was okay. I looked at the driver and yelled, “Majnoon!” which means crazy in Arabic. The driver had a strange look on his face as he tried to calm me and the crowd down. People were yelling at him and I realized that if I didn’t leave it would have turned into a chaotic scene. I left the crowd, went to my apartment and realized something was either trying to kill me or get my attention.
The bruise on my arm was only the beginning.
Paralysis
The nights were alive with magical scents such as jasmine and other flowering smells that will forever stay with me. But within all of this enchantment there was always a reminder that this is where time truly began, and if I forgot to remember where I was, the ominous silent night constantly reminded me that there were hidden eyes watching … always.
I awoke one night with startled and panicky breathing, like I had been running in my sleep. I was on my stomach with my head turned which wasn’t my normal position because I’m a side sleeper. I realized immediately that I was completely paralyzed accept for my eyes. I was panning the room trying to figure out what to do. I felt pressure on my lower back as if something was holding me down. I tried to turn around but to no avail. I thought I had come down with some weird disease and I started to panic and perspire from my adrenaline and fear kicking in. I was literally wet from head to toe like I had just stepped out of a shower.
I remembered, Thunder Bow teaching me how to focus so I could calm my mind. I knew it was just a matter of remembering where my inner sanctuary was, so I closed my eyes and tried to push off whatever was holding me down. It felt like an eternity but in reality, it was only 10 minutes or a little more to fixate on my 3rd Eye. When I was able to calm myself down, I felt the pressure on my lower back instantly disappear and I turned over literally overcome with relief, and within seconds, I jumped out of bed. I looked all around the room trying to figure out what had just happened and what could have possibly held me down.
I had a hard time going back to sleep but slowly I drifted off and awoke the next morning sore all over, especially in my lower back. I got up and checked my lower back in the mirror and saw about 5 or 6 small brown circles, like burn marks on me scattered around within a 6-inch area. They didn’t hurt at all and within 2 or 3 days, they were gone.
Missing Time
I became friends with a guy I’ll call Jimbo. We were hanging out at a club called Club Thirteen. Out of the blue, Jimbo asked me if I wanted to climb one of the Queen’s Pyramids. Now, it’s forbidden so I don’t recommend anyone doing it but at that time in the early 90’s, they didn’t have as much security around the pyramids as they do now. It was around 12:30 am so I was intrigued and said yes. We hailed a taxi and within 30 minutes we were in an area just below the Queens Pyramids. We got off in this location so we could go in a back way where we wouldn’t be seen. We walked by old burial chambers dug in the side of rocks of the workers who supposedly built the pyramids or so the story goes. It was eerie and I could almost hear them whispering to us, asking us what we were doing there.
Once we walked past the burial chambers which took about 20 or 30 minutes, we found ourselves at the foot of one of the Queen’s Pyramids. I can’t remember which one but it was at night and I was a willing participant partially because I knew it was taboo. Jimbo asked me if I was sure I wanted to climb up and I said, “Absolutely!”
We started our climb and within a short time, we were at the top. I remember clearly the mosquitos, millions or should I say billions of them buzzing around us! I mentioned to Jimbo that I just couldn’t take the mosquitos anymore when all of a sudden, puff, we were gone and then back again! It was like a time glitch had just happened. When we came to, and it was around 6 am because we could hear the morning prayer on all the loudspeakers throughout Cairo. It was eerie to “wake up” to that sound and realize that we had been up there for a long time, at least 2 to 3 hours with no memory of what happened. Interestingly enough, I had no mosquito bites on me at all!
We climbed down the pyramid freaking out that we would be discovered and made a mad dash back towards the small village. We hailed a cab and went to get coffee and breakfast. I was a chatty Kathy and Jimbo was silent and moody. No matter how much I prodded him, he wouldn’t talk about what had just happened to us and after that incident, he never wanted to go out or do anything with me again.
Was the paralysis and the missing time connected? I can’t be certain but I have come to realize that with magic and mystery, nothing is a coincidence.
The third attempt on my life happened when I came home.
Uninvited Guest
I’m 5’3, but at that time, I weighed only a hundred pounds when I finally arrived home and my feet touched the New Mexico ground. I was exhausted and tired beyond belief. Interestingly, I ate like a horse and never felt full. I ate as carefully as I could in Egypt so I didn’t venture out into the odd and weird world of exotic foods. I know what you may be thinking, parasites and that was exactly what my family and me thought too but when I went to the doctor, he tested me for a variety of parasites, but didn’t find anything.
I was slowly dying and my ex-husband knew it. He saw a dark, black mass attached to me from my upper right shoulder. I felt off balance and I was walking as if I had injured my back.
Thunder Bow took me to another medicine man named Thomas One Wolf. When I went to meet with him, he sensed that something came back home with me. He told me I had to do a Vision Quest and with his help, he would take care of the “uninvited guest.”
I made sacred tobacco pouches, praying and asking for help as I made each one of them, connecting them together making a circle with twine. They closed me off to the outside world during my Vision Quest so that I could find answers and “see” what this thing was. Three days and three nights became a blur. I mostly remember that I laid in the sun during the day and crawled into my tent at night. I knew instinctively that the sun was going to help heal me. I could feel it’s warmth and somehow I felt its rays go into me, pulsing, targeting this dark mass attached to me. Thomas One Wolf, came and went as if he was a dream, praying and doing ceremony, asking the Ancestors to help. The moment the entity let go of me, I felt as if a ton of bricks had been lifted off of me. I felt light as a feather, light headed and I had to learn to rebalance myself so that I could realign my back and straighten it out. I was no longer hunched back, carrying a weight that was not mine.
Thomas One Wolf said I had only a few months to live when I came to him and that this thing was feeding off my life force. He said it knew I was a medicine woman in this life and that it saw my past lives in Egypt. It was connected to the Djinn and I was lucky I remembered to go to the sun God Ra to help me get rid of it.
The priestess in me came alive and helped me heal and it was with this remembering that my greatest lesson was learned. I brought the memories back to New Mexico with me and with the help of Thomas One Wolf was able to get rid of the attachment.
Egypt is a portal to other worlds that have been apart of our world for a millennium. Did the Ancient Aliens take me somewhere during my lost time on top of the pyramid? How did that black mass find me? Even today, I know something was altered in me during that lost time.
Most importantly, and probably the greatest gift of all, is the fact that all those past lives in Egypt are alive and in me and they are apart of the medicine woman that I am today. Magic is real and when you become apart of it, it lives on in you, reminding you, you are so much more than you think you are. It’s going to sound cliche but to boldly go where no man or woman has gone before, one only has to go to Egypt. There’s no place like home no matter how many life times we live.
Have you ever walked into a place and felt you went back in time instantly, almost as if you were greeted by a forgotten time yet still alive and well? As each footstep takes you further down the hall, unseen eyes with a whispered greeting welcome you. You turn right and then left but there’s no one there except other guests and passers. Maybe a gentle hand caresses the side of your head making you feel light-headed or within the blink of an eye, you glimpse a shadow walking by. Well, this is how a multitude of people feel when they walk through the front doors of McMenamin’s Edgefield Hotel in Troutdale, Oregon.
The interesting thing here is, most of those whispered hellos and wispy silhouettes are seemingly friendly even if you can’t see or touch them. From astonishingly beautiful paintings on walls to an ambianceof old-time charm, there is so much to do. Think of a ghost adventure where all the modern conveniences are at your fingertips such as small bars, edible gardens, and an expresso bar. I think of it as ghostbusting at your leisure.
The charm keeps coming as you choose from, a day at the spa at Ruby’s Spa and Soaking pool, or an evening of live music and if that doesn’t float your boat, you can enjoy a movie after dinner. The best part is there are so many wonderful places to go, you’ll never get bored. But let’s not forget the best part of Edgefield, at least for me, is its history and its lively ghosts.
Edgefield back in the day was built in 1911 becoming the Multnomah County poor farm which eventually progressed into a nursing home. Today, it is a 74-acre hot spot for its own brewery, vineyards, and distillery. My favorite is their hard cider!
As an Empath, I find these kinds of locations are the catchup to my fries. You can’t get any better than this outside of literally living in a haunted house. I’m not talking about the spooky kind but those old beloved Victorian or turn of the century homes that kept all the residual memories of all the families that lived within their walls. Edgefield’s energy reminds me of multiple bubbles bobbing up and down with old memories that linger, occasionally touching the living as they move along.
Are there haunted rooms, you may ask? Of course! The most requested room at Edgefield is room 215, called the Amazing Grace room. Supposedly when they were renovating the property they found animal bones and a pentagram on the ground within the area. I can only assume they did a cleansing of sorts, hence the name. In addition, room 214 also supposedly has paranormal activity in it especially with it being in close proximity to room 215.
Walking around, I found that it didn’t take much prodding on my part when I asked some of the Edgefield staff who worked there if they had any ghostly experiences. Here are a few that I want to share with you that I feel are great testaments because not everybody who experiences ghostly activity is a believer … at first.
Imagine, there you are, playing golf on one of Edgefield’s 2 golf courses and you catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure walking by. Perhaps, late at night, you are strolling along the path with snow coming down, footsteps appear out of nowhere. Where they begin or end is anybody’s guess.
Here is Ryan’s story. He is one of the shift managers at the Black Rabbit Restuarant.
This happened two winters ago on the property. He and his wife were walking past one of the golf courses and stopped by the distillery to have a drink to make sure their boss saw them so he wouldn’t call them in to work on their day off because it was snowing. He remembered walking around with their coffee drinks and then walking through the golf course meandering back towards their home.
Ryan said, “Not that we were following footsteps but we realized there were like footsteps in the snow and within 10 to 15 steps, they just stopped, like into the nothing. They didn’t fade out they didn’t go around the corner. They just stopped.
Rainbow:
“Were they human size? Like a man or a woman?”
Ryan:
“They were like a woman or adolescent child. They seemed as fresh as could be. And it was actively snowing at the time. We stood there for about 10 to 15 minutes trying to figure stuff out or trying to make sure nobody was stepping backward, trying to play a prank on us. We couldn’t come up with any other explanation other than something weird was going on.”
Rainbow:
‘Is there anything else?’
Ryan:
‘There have been situations in the distillery where the broom will stand up on its own, like unsupported. I can’t imagine that being done without somebody manipulating it first but just the fact that it stands there for a number of minutes on end without falling over is strange.
There is somebody who took a video of it and walked all the way around it. The first time I remember it happening recently, whoever came into open the bar that particular day found it already standing. The only logical explanation is the person the night before left it that way and it stayed that way all night. He was a little weirded out and went and did some other stuff after that.”
Clara’s story:
Clara is a bartender who has been working at the Black Rabbit for 4 years. Here is her story:
“One morning, it’s 6 am when I first started working here, I was walking down the hallway here and this door was cracked open and there should have been no one in the bar and I turn and I look and standing in the archway over there is a very tall man. We made ghostly eye contact and then I shuffled off and was freaked out.”
Rainbow:
“Was it a shadow or full-body apparition?”
Clara:
“No, it was a full apparition. And then I’ve seen another one on the other side of the bar, It almost looked like an Asian woman peeking her head around the pole and back and then I never saw her again. I even went around to make sure no one was hiding from me and there was no one there.
I have also heard twice now, bagpipes off in the distance when we haven’t had any events happening here. One time it was the opening line of Amazing Grace. I was thinking, we shouldn’t have any bagpipers here now. The second time, I heard it and one of our skeptics heard it at the same time so I know it wasn’t just me.
Christina’s story:
Christina is a bartender and has been working at the Black Rabbit for 7 years.
“My husband used to work here and he was the bar manager. And a part of his duties was to come in here, once a month and do the inventory which required him to be here at 4 o’clock in the morning. So we just thought let’s spend the night. He could go downstairs to do his thing and then come back up to bed.”
“I told you I’m a bit of a skeptic We have a ghost Logue that you can check out at the front desk and read people’s stories. I was always like, people are drunk, whatever, of course, they’re going to see things.”
“ So, there wasn’t much drinking, a little bit but we weren’t drunk and went to bed like normal, everything was good. He got up and went to do his thing and I remember him leaving and I fell back asleep. We were on the second floor in room 214. It’s right next to the room that’s suppose to be really haunted, the Amazing Grace room which is 215. So I remember waking up and looking and seeing a grey cat walking towards my bed. Of course, I’m going through my brain, how a cat got into my room, justifying the purpose and the meaning of this cat being in my room. I feel the cat jump up on the bed. I pet the cat, I feel the cat, I interact with this cat. This is weird. I thought it probably came in through some air vent or something. And then the cat jumps off the bed and I see it walk away.”
“I fall back asleep. The door opens, my husband comes in, sits on the bed. I feel the bed sink in. I feel him move over towards me and put the blanket up over my shoulder like he usually does. I start to tell him about this cat. I turn around and there’s nobody there. I never felt scared or anything like that. So my husband comes back and I ask him, “Have you been to this room? There was a cat in this room.” He said, “No, no.” So I said, “Cool, listen to my story!”
“I came to work the next day and I’ve been working in this department for 7 years. So I go to one of the night bartenders who have been working here a while too and told him my story. I said, “A little grey cat was in my room and he went, ‘That cat?” He pointed to painting here on the wall. Well, I never noticed ever but there is a little grey cat in the woman’s arms that’s in the tub. You have to actually get up close to see it. There has been a grey cat in the painting the whole time I’ve been working here and yes, that is the grey cat.”
After hearing everyone’s stories, I decided to walk around the grounds of the hotel, when one thought came to my mind, I could stay here forever! I guess that explains why Edgefield attracts the living as well as the dead. Everybody has a good time and nobody wants to leave!
McMenamins Edgefield is just 15 minutes from the airport and 20 minutes to downtown Portland. It’s become one of my most favorite haunted locations but then, McMenamins does have other supposedly haunted locations that I have yet to visit. You know what that means, I’m going to have a lot of favorites!
What is the difference between a portal and a vortex? The meaning of a portal is; a doorway, gate, or other entrance, especially a large and imposing one. The meaning of a vortex is; a mass of whirling fluid or air, especially a whirlpool or whirlwind. If you put the two together, what do you have? The Sasquatch people have a name for it and it’s called the Traveling Ghost.
In 2013, a Sasquatch portal jumper named, Loekey, made contact with me in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I had no understanding or knowledge of portal jumpers prior to his contact nor did I really have much interest in the Sasquatch themselves. I knew of their existence along with other Cryptids but my interests were in another direction. To put it mildly, Loekey pretty much changed my world and pushed me in a direction that I didn’t even know existed!
At first, I felt like I was on a psychedelic mind-altering trip but without the drugs. In my mind, time and space became a kaleidoscope of color beyond my wildest dreams or understanding. Loekey guided me with a gentle hand, showing me amazing imagery and it led me on my journey down the rabbit hole, exploring the world of Sasquatch portal jumpers. The best place to start is in Loekey’s own words and his explanation of what portals are.
Put simply, portals are upside down pyramids. The point of the pyramid gains its energy from Middle Earth. Each natural portal has a drop-off point that has the timing. He said that any topography around the portals would give off a distinctive vibration that would affect the senses of anyone within its perimeter. They would feel as if there was a morphed or skewed altering of time. Visually, he said it looks like colors come from all directions and the depth perception of anything within the portal is distorted, almost stretched going in and out of focus.
Within each portal is an octagon mirage that gives off multiple pyramid shapes. Once Loekey jumps into the determined portal, he says he encounters a multitude of pyramids turning in all directions. It’s like an illusion of several endless mirrors, rotating at once. He said it can be very disorienting for humans because most humans haven’t developed their pineal glands beyond what is determined safe. He also said that most human depth perceptions aren’t developed enough to handle the frequency or energy fluctuations.
Loekey said that the natural portals affect areas around them within a mile in each direction, which includes up above (the sky) and down below going towards Earth’s center. At certain times of the day, or night, the natural portals rotate, and the octagon pattern shifts. This is because the Earth adjusts for anything that is going in or coming out of the portals. He said the important aspect of the natural portals is that when the pyramids are pulling towards Middle Earth, this very action helps the Earth rotate.
Natural Portals and the Traveling Ghost Vortex
To clarify things, Loekey said there are two different types of portals and a very unusual vortex. The first being the natural portals that are located in different locations around the planet. They are stationary but well hidden. The second are the portals that appear for a few days and then disappear. They are still natural portals to the planet but they have a different function. Loekey said they don’t use these portals as much as the stationary ones because their destination points aren’t as easy to calculate. The third kind, in my opinion, is the most unique of them all. They travel along with the planet’s rotation, and the reason they are so unique is that they are sentient. They can be dangerous to a point not because they travel at high speed but because they have a warped and inverted impression to them that pulls in light and sometimes whatever is in their path. The Sasquatch use them only if they are in locations where there are no natural portals. his sentient vortex is called the Traveling Ghost.
I believe I experienced the Traveling Ghost when I was working cattle in Texas years ago. It was during a Spring round-up early one morning when my ex and I went to go help some ranch friends gather up a large herd of Mexican steers and take them to another pasture where large trucks were waiting to haul them away. I’ll never forget how the cattle were restless and anxious that particular morning like they sensed something wasn’t right.
I could smell the electricity in the air and weirdly, I could smell my own blood in my nose. I didn’t have a nose bleed but it smelt as if I did. My ex-husband commented he could smell blood in his nose too. It almost felt like the air was snapping and crackling but you couldn’t pinpoint a direction. Sometimes, it was up in the air and other times behind you. It was just really weird as if something was going over us or around us, slowly and then all of a sudden it was gone, leaving that vertigo feeling like you had no sense of being up or down. If I wouldn’t have been on my horse, I would have fallen over. I can only imagine how my horse felt.
Well, the very moment we all heard crackling and popping in the air over our heads, all hell broke loose and the cattle took off and before we knew it, we had a stampede on our hands. The cattle went through the fence and out into a huge pasture in the wrong direction at high speed. It took a lot of good cowboying and maneuvering for us to get them under control and about a half-hour later we were all counting our lucky stars no one got hurt. But I have to tell you, it was a bizarre experience and one that a few of the cowboys said they had never experienced before.
The Traveling Ghost Vortex
The traveling Ghost can be called upon by Sasquatch jumpers and other Elementals for a variety of needs. The one difference to this vortex than the portals is that it has an intelligence to it. The Traveling Ghosts have a connection to each other and they are aware of where each other resides at any given time.
The Ancient Ones of the forest say this particular vortex has an energy frequency that is from another planet similar to Earth. I think this other planet has been extinct for a long time and because of this, especially with Earth being so similar to their original home, the Traveling Ghosts reside here now. From what I understand, they came here millennia ago.
The Traveling Ghost has a mathematical formula to it that makes them alien in a technological way. From what Loekey says, they are hard to figure out and they change with time just as anything here on this planet does. I think this means the calculations change in how and when to use them, which means that in order to use them, you have to have a connection with them.
Loekey showed me in my mind’s eye, a little of what it’s like to be inside a Traveling Ghost and I pretty much got a really bad headache and didn’t like it. It was like being inside a tunnel with me twirling a thousand spins a second with light, air, and something I can’t explain, almost like a loud engine exploding in my ears. My frequency just couldn’t even come close to what was necessary to connect to that type of intelligence. If I ever get pulled into one of these things, I don’t think I would be sane. It was like my mind turned to mush.
Artificial Portals
Think of an artificial portal like a cut or wound on your skin except in this case it’s a tear on Mother Earth that is like an open wound. If an artificial portal is made, this changes the timing of the “natural” portal’s rotation. For instance, if extraterrestrials or interdimensional beings rip through or open up a portal either galactically or dimensionally, this affects the planet. The fabric of time and space has to come from the composition of the original source meaning that the energy and frequency have a pulse that is like a blueprint. All beings who are natural portal jumpers have within their DNA, Earth’s blueprint. This means that if anything happens to the rotation of the portals, it can affect the portal jumpers biologically in a bad way, especially if they are in the portals at the same time an artificial portal is ripping through. I can only assume the octagon mirage and the multiple pyramids can’t function properly with the artificial rip or pull coming from an outside source other than Earth.
Interestingly enough, Loekey stated that the Cryptid we call Dogman is considered as an Earth-Keeper. Unfortunately, Dogman is also experiencing the effects of these artificial portals too. Some of the problems happening around the natural portals are frequency changes. The artificial portals tend to change the topography because it’s like a tear that seems like a black hole except it doesn’t pull in things, it just slowly gets bigger because nothing is closing the rip. Dogman has to be able to sense where the natural portals are at any given time but with the multitude of artificial portals happening, their frequency interferes with that of the natural portals. Dogman’s ability to locate and know where the portals are is vital because they create a type of road marker, that is essential for beings to be able to calculate where they go in and where they come out when they jump through the portals.
Artificial portals allow other dimensional beings in that otherwise would not come through the natural portals. Because the artificial portals are here and have not been closed, we now have problems with biological beings called “bioinerts” who otherwise could not come here. They are like parasites and Loekey said they are very dangerous and destructive. Unfortunately, the artificial portals and the “bioinerts” combined affect the natural process and encoding that the Earth goes through. The question at this point is how to close off the artificial portals once they are open. Since the artificial portals are dangerous to jump into … there is no way to know how to close them off from their point of origin.
Given that artificial portals are foreign to Earth; their technology is also of unknown origin. If Loekey or any of the numerous portal jumpers decided to take on such a dangerous mission and jump into these artificial portals, there is no telling if any of them would or could come back to Earth.
Loekey emphatically said that if any life forms come here to visit and they can’t come through the portals naturally, then they don’t need to be here, period!
It occurred to me, that for most abductees or experiencers, we have to take our lives and do an automatic rewind. We have to fill in the blanks, because of those abrupt slips of missing time, unknown people, unknown places and images that come in and out of our consciousness. Anything can trigger a memory, a movie, and a phrase in a book or dialogue, a location or on the other end of the spectrum, smells colors and sounds.
For me, certain animal sounds can just freak me out especially if I hear lions and tigers pouncing on prey, making those attack howls and bellows on TV. My psyche goes into a tailspin and I go into a massive depression, fraught with an irritability that makes no sense. It’s like I’m almost stuck in this place of a bottomless pit of darkness.
I get glimpses occasionally from my childhood memories, split-second images, voices, and animal growls that make no sense. From the kind of childhood upbringing I had, these images just don’t make sense. If I bring up questions regarding these memories to my parents, they look at me as if I lost my mind. Maybe I did, who knows…
Déjà vu is a huge part of understanding these memories. I have been placed and sworn I had been there before or have seen people in poses, clothes that looked familiar to me yet I knew I have never met them. A phrase will ring a bell and it will be familiar. It’s as if I am reliving something that already took place yet again, I know that I am living my life day to day. So how does something become familiar in the present that somehow is remembered? Is it reality rewind?
Memories can be borrowed, implanted or suggested especially with AI, mind control and artificial frequencies hitting our brains. How do we know what is real within our own reality or what is a semblance of something else? This is the million dollar question.
Within our souls, there is an inner sanctum that can’t be penetrated; it’s a wall-less, lighted array of brilliance that is an omnipotent existence. This sentient sanctuary for the average man or woman, by default, has become a forgotten and desolate existence. The sound of silence bellowing its unnatural call to deaf ears roars like a raging tidal wave, hoping that we become awake, remembering our place in the Universe.
Why did we trade everything for so little? Who convinced us this was better? How do we get back to our true selves?
We do this by, “Remembering who we are.”
I’m not asking for a hand out from some other living being, whether they be extraterrestrial or interdimensional, I am asking myself to awaken to the possibility of what I was and even more so, to whom I will become. It’s time to step up to the plate, rewind to the past so that we can fast forward to a world that truly is home and to a planet that we so richly deserve but more importantly, a planet that we take care of and in return, takes care of us. The time is now!
This is a question we all ask when the doorbell rings or there is a knock at our door. We think, who is there wanting to bother us? Is it a package, a prank, a neighbor, a salesman, or even a cop? It’s always a question and many times a concern.
But in the paranormal world, the knock or ring can be something much more sinister; a MIB, black-eyed children, or maybe a straight out demon. The one thing they (paranormal entities) all have in common, is, of course, their first objective, convincing you to give them permission to come in. It seems like they get extra leverage or power over you if they are inside your house. But they never seem to push or shove their way in, even if you are a frail elderly person, it’s all about the permission. It’s like the person inside the house is granting the outside entity special privileges, maybe just maybe to the insider’s soul.
It’s like in the vampire movies, the Vampire can never enter without permission, but if it’s granted, Katie bar the door, and the Vampire gains total power over the invitee, and they willfully submit to their every desire.
So, the reason I wrote this piece was that my neighborhood starting having encounters with three aggressive young people trying to get permission to come in her house and clean a carpet free with Dawn soap
It all seemed quite strange. And some of the encounters happened late evening in the dark, unusual time for a normal sales visit, now it became a creepy sales visit.
They became very rude and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Let me note here, how this came to my attention. We have a neighborhood website covering several square miles of neighborhoods and hundreds of neighbors, which allows all of us to keep up with things like this, which I think is great.
Several people on the website started encountering these door to door sales-people, and another aspect of the encounter was the fear and anxiety the homeowners noticed during and after the encounter, like many of the stories of the paranormal entities I mentioned above. Interestingly enough, I believe the fear and anxiety is what saved the homeowners from the outsiders.
Something in the human psyche saves them, even the weak and meek. If not, I truly believe harm would come once permission was given, We will probably never know if the three-door to door sales-people were just aggressive young people, maybe trying to case the house to steal some items or something more sinister.
Sleep tight, your home is your castle – protect your permission to enter to any stranger that feels not right.
Nearly 6 months, this Alien virus – has captured our imagination and our bodies. If you include excessive deaths, the US has over 200,000 COVID deaths and using the same calculus for the World, it is well over 1 million deaths, but in comparison to the Spanish Flu and H1N1 much less in the death category at least so far.
But here is my concern there is a new component – the long-term disability affects, – massive damage to the organs including the brain, kidneys, heart, lungs, and maybe more. Then there is the fatigue – heavy bad fatigue. Living the balance of one’s life with COVID disabilities may rival death itself.
Being a researcher trying to understand Alien influences on Humankind, it has always been a challenge to understand how they think and what their motives and agendas are. So presently I am not sure why they have pushed this strange dangerous monster on us.
But for now protect yourself from it, mainly because we truly don’t know how it will affect us in the distant future, and who will be the ones most affected.
For it is truly an Alien Virus – and there will be twists and turns I am very certain of that in the future. And as time goes on the vaccine savior will start looking less promising.
There are things I feel strongly can help stave off a virus attack – the normal guidelines are good until more science proves otherwise. General notes – good supplements Vit. C, Vit. D and Zinc with Elderberry reduce Carbs and nearly zero added sugars. Exercise and reduce weight to normal BMI levels, being obese is not a good place to be for many things especially for this Virus.
At various points in my life, I instinctively go back to my Celtic roots. I feel more Irish and Scottish than my Italian and Spanish self is willing to admit. The Celtic music speaks to me in ways that go directly into my fiery core which is like a beckoning light, leading me home.
There are so many questions that I have, it’s almost like I don’t know who I am. Is the negative blood type running through my veins really Alien in nature or am I a different kind of human that is either a forgotten myth or interstellar traveler?
Either one is fine with me, as long as there is some semblance of truth guiding me on my quest for answers. So, I thought I would share some interesting, maybe weird findings with all of you. Life experiences can either be unexpected treasures or the junk of disappointment. Either way, there is always something to be learned.
Belonging Some Place Else
Sometimes I feel very alone, not the self-indulgent, “Woe is me” feeling but more, “okay, where did my people go?”
I have had memories and visions, but I must pause here to fervently state, these are not dreams which are entirely a different ballgame. These are wor that feel so much like home that when I realize I am back here in this reality or dimension, that I almost feel horribly abandoned, lost to my true home. As much as I love this planet, home is not here.
I think many RH negative people feel this way to a certain degree. Do I have proof, no but I have talked to many who feel a calling to someplace else. We feel a kinship with vast open spaces along with the mountainous regions. I am not a water person by a long shot but the opposite of this is the vast and bottomless ocean. We are kin to one or the other.
Fairy Folk
Michael and I believe in the Fairy folk and other Wee people of purported myth. We search out Cryptids and Beings of old who have not abandoned our forests. As long as they are still here, we truly believe humanity has a chance to correct the chaos and mayhem we created. I feel when humans stray from their true nature; our beloved friends can no longer communicate with them. Humans can become blind and deaf to the ancient ones. The wake-up call is now.
Crowds
Crowds can become like the definition of a claustrophobic maze. The roads less traveled are more comfortable. It’s a feeling where I become undetectable, hidden from sight which is a much more relaxed feeling. Though I must admit, I still have the weirdest desire to jump into bushes when cars drive by our front yard. It’s so overwhelming that at times, I feel like I will jump out of my skin if I don’t hide. It’s the darndest thing and one that I don’t think I will ever outgrow.
Blood Type Diet
Interestingly, I was introduced to what is called the blood diet years ago. My naturopathic doctor introduced me to it years before I met Michael, who is a big fan of it. There is no distinction between positive and negative blood types. I was left scratching my head when I saw they didn’t differentiate between the two because I feel there is a big difference with the blood types.
Michael didn’t think it would matter but I told him that some of the foods I wasn’t allowed for my blood type didn’t feel right. For example, I feel like crap after weeks of not eating ground beef or beef itself. That kind of meat every so often just keeps me going. How can spinach pasta be bad for me? I like spinach and feel good eating it. I love cashew and pistachio nuts and low and behold, I’m not supposed to have them either. I just go according to what my body says, and she says eat what feels good.
Water
I often wonder if this other realm that RH negatives are from, is underwater only because of how much water we drink. I know I’ve stated this before but it’s a bit bizarre how much water I drink considering the fact that I don’t really like to swim. I often have felt that if I was by the ocean for too long, the mermaids would come looking for me. I wonder if there is a connection between my blood type and the Merpeople. Unless I develop gills any time soon, I’m probably not going to find out.
Peeping Toms
This last bit of sharing is a rather strange one. It doesn’t happen all the time (thank goodness) but when it does, it’s really frightening. I can be in a room and know if someone is watching me, you know like the invisible peeping toms or the yellow eyes with no face. When I would practice for a show or restaurant gig in my dancing days, the feeling would be so strong that the back of my neck would get all prickly and I would get Spock ears …which usually meant that someone with a dubious and formidable presence was close by. I could also feel people watching me from the ceiling. It was the oddest sensation because either they had to be looking down at me or they were watching from some form of technology that gave the impression they were looking down at me. I could feel people outside my window, and I would peer out and see nothing but I knew they were there.
As an RH negative, I think we are watched every so often. Are we a part of an agenda that very few speak of, only time will tell but until then, I will keep searching for answers even if they are in the weirdest of places and beyond the ordinary.
Rainbow
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Fairies, good folk, wee folk, people of peace, and very fair-skinned beings, are all terms used to describe these amazing small beings that are human in appearance with supernatural powers. Some fly, cast spells, and possibly can influence the future. They have been said to shapeshift into normal-looking forest animals such as deer, birds of prey, and squirrels. Their behavior ranges from peaceful, to mischievous and sometimes even evil and devilish. This reportedly devilish behavior came with the invasion of the Christians into the pagan lands throughout Europe. Some pagans worshiped these fairies to the dismay of the new religious sheriffs in town.
In my 40+ years of paranormal study, I have come across some lucky people who have seen them. I feel the chances are actually far greater to see a fairy than a Gray alien being. Now I will tell you this, children under five years old are the ones who will see the fairies the most. Why these children? This is because the very young still have very open minds. As we get older our cultures mold our minds to what fits and what is comfortable. I constantly tell parents to listen to their children; they see what they see and it is very real to them. I say don’t discourage their minds, this is some kind of amazing experience. Let them embrace it and not fear it.
Now let me tell you a modern tale. A friend of mine just came back from a place in northeastern Washington State. He met a nice retired couple who was visiting this same area of the state a year before. Their story goes, they were hiking in a very wooded area and walked in about three miles where the woods were extremely dense. There in the distance was a beautiful clearing; a meadow of sorts and it seemed to have heat waves rising or heavy vapor hanging at the back of this grassy area. Suddenly out of this mirage appeared a swarm of Fairies, but they were bigger than bees, maybe hummingbirds. As the couple walked closer they stated that every hair on their bodies was standing up. Suddenly they saw a foot-high gorgeous fairy staring straight in their eyes. They did not feel fear but rather a very peaceful feeling befalling upon the couple. A swarm of hundreds maybe thousands of fairies began coming out of their vortex to play, and then they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared.
Is it all true? My friend said the retired couple seemed very sincere, and as they told their tale tears came out of their eyes. I guess I will see, for Rainbow and I plan to go to this vortex area in the next few years to search for the swarm.
Sleep tight, and may your dreams be filled with beautiful fairies.
For some people, cemeteries are places to avoid. We all know that eventually someday we will end up in one so why push our luck, right? If you can get past what they signify, they really can be great places to walk around, getting to know your local history. If you are like Michael and me, we are always hoping for an orb to fly by or for a misty image to come around a headstone and say hello.
Just recently, we visited Lone Fir Cemetery in Portland and were completely blown away by its massive trees and beauty that spans 31 acres. It was established in 1855 and is considered one of the oldest cemeteries in Portland. Its massive size is a feast for the eyes and walk-ways a great way to exercise or walk off lunch. We consider it one of the most beautiful cemeteries we have ever been to.
As an Empath, I can sense the emotions of people who passed on and because of this; I am always on the lookout for those silent words whispered in my ear by a voice from long ago or the wind echoing hundreds of voices, swirling past me, giving me goosebumps. Whether I hear one voice or many, they all have one thing in common, they want to be heard.
Most people don’t see cemeteries as dark and scary places … in the day time, but even Michael and I have to admit, the hairs on the back of our necks stand up once the sun goes down and the shadows become swallowed up by the all-consuming night. Horror flicks such as Pet Cemetery or The Graveyard don’t help any because they tend to push peoples imagination into overdrive, even ours.
As paranormal researchers, we have to keep our own imaginations in check. In some strange way, it always feels like we are visiting someone’s home away from home. For example, when I walk over a grave, I apologize, because it only seems right. Sometimes I will get real intense feelings in my chest all the way down to my legs as if someone is trying to make me stop. In these moments, I try to calm my mind and listen. Sometimes their voices are mixed in with background noises so they aren’t always easy to hear.
At an isolated cemetery, we visited in New Mexico, I heard a woman tell me that she died of consumption. I guess this was a common word used in the early part of the 1900s to explain the wasting away of the body. It’s connected to tuberculosis but before that, I think it was a layman’s term to describe the disease in general.
Its Michael here, I must interject one thing, when this happened a few years ago; Rainbow came to me and asked me what the word consumption meant. I asked her why and she said that as she walked by a grave, she heard someone whisper this word in her ear. What I find interesting here is the fact that Rainbow hadn’t heard this word before or knew what it meant. This for me was a confirmation that Rainbow had made contact.
The word’s meaning was a bit chilling to me and fitting especially when heard specifically at a cemetery. I often wonder about people’s attachment to their bodies. Do they follow the light or do they stay around in a confused state? Would you stay around to see what happens to your body?
At Lone Fir Cemetery, I didn’t get an isolated voice directly speaking to me, more so muffled sounds that seemed to come from the graves themselves. Think of a low-frequency echo in your head with multiple voices coming at you all at once. It’s something I never get used to.
We intend to go back to Lone Fir cemetery not only because it’s a great walk in a beautiful setting but because of its history. Besides, who knows, we might come across whispered stories of forgotten times or misty images waiting to be photographed. No matter what, Michael and I are always ready for contact.
