So read the below CNN article about a ” strong Signal ” from maybe an alien civilization,, please read it– the sad thing is we all spent our precious time reading it.
CNN)Astronomers engaged in the search for extraterrestrial intelligence (SETI) are training their instruments on a star around 94 light years from Earth after a very strong signal was detected by a Russian telescope.
An international team of researchers is now examining the radio signal and its star, HD 164595 — described in a paper by Italian astronomer Claudio Maccone and others as a “strong candidate for SETI” — in the hopes of determining its origin. “The signal from HD 164595 is intriguing, because it comes from the vicinity of a sun-like star, and if it’s artificial, its strength is great enough that it was clearly made by a civilization with capabilities beyond those of humankind,” astronomer Douglas Vakoch, president of METI International, which searches for life beyond Earth, tells CNN. Whenever a strong signal is detected, “it’s a good possibility for some nearby civilization to be detected,” Maccone tells CNN. But experts say it is highly unlikely to be a message from alien beings. “Without corroboration from an independent observatory, a putative signal from extraterrestrials doesn’t have a lot of credibility,” Vakoch says.
This could all be truth but the only real honest group on this earth that could reach and communicate with these ” Aliens” would be our Aliens, which have been living here among us humans for hundreds and more like thousands of years. Would it not be a better use of resources to have our Aliens reach out to them (94 lightyear) aliens and let our Aliens do the interstellar travel for us. Groups like METI and SETI are all distractions from the real truth – about the beings ( our Aliens) who have controlled our human existence from day one and beyond that probably seeded us here on planet earth as their Galactic Experiment.
June 26th (Between 4:30 and 6:00 am in the morning)
I noticed that most of the detailed experiences I’ve been having are in the early morning hours from 4:00 to 7:00 am so these hours seem to be significant to when I am taken or experiencing intense dreams etc.
This particular morning I was experiencing a few things in my encounter, severe situations and conversations pertaining to my leaving New Mexico. One part of my dream that stood out was being in a car that was driving me to a veteran’s hospital. I tried to drive to the hospital in my own car but I was confused, turned around and couldn’t seem to find the right street. All of a sudden, I was being driven to the hospital within the blink of an eye, which felt odd and seemed to make no sense. I was in the back seat and realized I was in a patient’s gown and I was embarrassed wondering where my clothes were.
There were two men in the front seats of the car and I remember saying, “Oh, okay, I know where I am now. I didn’t go far enough around seeing the road circled the hospital.”
As I said this, we drove past some men who were in fatigues and running down the road. They were doing interesting turns and running sideways, singing as we passed them. The fatigues were light brown in color and they had on tee-shirts and caps. One of the men running saw me and started running fast, fast enough to catch up to the car. The car must have had a side railing on it because he jumped on the railing to talk to me as if he knew me well. He asked me how I was doing. It was then that I saw my hospital gown reflected back to me from the window and I realized that I must be sick or something was wrong with me. It was weird to have it on already because I don’t remember putting it on.
He asked me when I was moving from New Mexico and I said when the house sells. He asked me where I was going and I told him Oregon or Washington State. He asked me a weird question. He asked me if I was sure I should leave.
I started to remember that I knew him well and that we were good friends which made me sad that I wouldn’t be seeing him when I moved away. He said good-bye and he put his hand up against the window and I put my hand up against the window in a gesture of good-bye.
Second phase of experience.
I was in a room and I was tied with my wrists together from a long hook on a door or side of a wall. It was hard to see because I was waking up from being unconscious. I felt blood dripping and coming from between my legs, a lot of blood because I could see it on the floor. I realized that whatever happened to me, a male nurse in the room was not taking care of me. As a matter of fact he was looking at me with disgust and he seemed very disinterested in my compromised position. I somehow got my hand free and realized that I had to call 911 because I was hurt badly. I found a cell phone (thought it was mine for some reason) and found it really hard to get my fingers to work and hit the correct numbers. The male nurse said I didn’t need to call and tried to calm me down just as I was able to hit the last number. I said, I needed and ambulance and that I was bleeding. He made me nervous because I knew somehow he was the one who did this to me or helped others hurt me.
It didn’t take long for the ambulance to get to the building. As a matter of fact what was weird was it seemed like seconds and it was there. I looked out the window and felt relief because I knew I was in danger with whatever was happening to me in the room I was in. I remember the room was all white and I did see the hook I was hung from to bleed out, I can only assume. When the ambulance came in, they had a hard time getting the gurney in the room because there were lots of beds in the way which as I was thinking about it, why was I on a hook and not a bed? They finally got me on the gurney and I started to feel like I would hopefully live through the experience.
Third phase of experience.
Once I was in the hospital, I was placed in a room with two nurses. I saw an ex-ray of my brain and one of the nurses said it wasn’t working properly because I wasn’t raising my eyebrows correctly. I guess I wasn’t engaged enough or taking directions from them the way they thought I should be. I do remember that I was very confused and out of it the entire experience. I did find her statement odd and when I looked more closely at the ex-ray, I saw a black dot over by my right eye socket and I then saw more black dots, one further towards the middle of my brain. They looked like implants.
A blonde nurse was wearing the normal hospital attire which was a top and pants, white in color. I was sitting in a wheelchair facing the two nurses watching them talk to each other about my ex-ray. The blonde nurse turned to look at me and she asked if I had been sick, motioning to her stomach. I said I wasn’t sick in that way but that I was not feeling well obviously because I was bleeding. I told her that I felt foggy and couldn’t focus. There was no mentioning of my bleeding and I was confused because this made no sense. I could feel the blood and wondered if they were going to let me bleed to death.
I also got a hold of another cell phone, I think I saw it somewhere and when I tried to push the buttons, nothing happened, I couldn’t get the screen to work. There was an emblem on the top part of the phone that looked like a Celtic design. The name by the design was something like Selerian, Serenden or close to Selenium.
There were other parts to this experience but these stood out the most because they were very much like a Milab experience more than anything else. It was definitely a military hospital I was taken too and I think the room I woke up it was used to doing torturous things to patients and people like me. It was a very scary experience especially the blood running down my legs. I had a period
People need to speak about their UFO/ Paranormal experiences. They need to speak the truth about their interest and yearnings on the subject. UFOs and the paranormal discussions should be as common as apple pie with a Sunday dinner.
I have flown around this country thousands of miles over the last 5 years, and I got some of my best UFO/Paranormal conversation on the plane or getting to the airport, discussions with random strangers. Like several amazing discussions with a scientist from an Aero-space company who knew the inner workings of the Star Wars project – and note the project wasn’t to keep watch/ defend ourselves against the Russians or any other human country on earth. In the other candid conversations, hundreds of people poured out their souls. Many could not believe what they said – but it felt so good to them, to express their inner feelings about their paranormal experiences.
After 50 years of having this amazing passion for the unknown, I again will state everyone everywhere has had paranormal/ UFO experiences with Angels, ghosts, alien beings, demons, Cryptids, wee people and things I cannot describe in human terms. The fear of reliving the experience and the fear of being ridiculed by their peers has suppressed millions of people from speaking the truth.
This must all stop and people need to gather in groups and share their experiences, so the cosmic burden can be lifted from our planet. If we in mass would open up and tell our experiences to other around us, the paranormal beings would no longer be able to be invisible to us. They would have to show themselves, our new awaking as humans would lift the veil, millions of human quantum minds would force those “the paranormal beings” into our dimensional reality. And we would deal with each other as equal citizens of a new and better world.
Sleep tight, knowing a group of like-minded humans can move a mountain and together even see an alien being.
As I have said before I have been a UFO/ Paranormal researcher for 50 years. In those 50 years I had encountered some pretty scary stuff, including my experience with a few alien and Cryptid beings. But here we are in a world where the human condition is getting worse very much by the minute.
Wow, presidential politics is at an all-time low, number of wars around the world around the world at an all-time –high, strange new emerging diseases, man driven climate change, and out of control human population growth. The wealth gaps between groups and between countries, is the greatest in the last 100 years. Now very recently something I warned about 10 years ago is coming true, our reliance on the Internet could drive us to a Mad Max scenario. Human hackers could shut the world down and it could be any minute. Not to mention madmen with their fingers on the nukes. It’s a sad state of affairs for our species.
Now what about the Aliens and the Cryptids, both groups if they truly wanted to could end our existence in a quick minute. I believe the Cryptids – such as Sasquatch and Dogman just want to be left alone. The aliens say the Pleadians and the Greys have an agenda for sure, but with us humans especially our leaders and wannabee leaders, generally being extremely distrustful and sick for power, and with no consideration for human life, looking at Alien group is a viable option. I believe it is time to seriously engage these alien groups we have been fearful of. For man is driving itself down a very dark path, a path of no return.
The question is, what would we have to give up to save our species? They have been abducting people for a very long time and the question is, is their agenda going down a brighter path for the human race? We have to continue our quest to make real serious contact with these beings and look at all options if we want to survive the next 100 years because the cards truly stacked against us.
Sleep tight – mediate , mediate and carefully open up, step forward to meet the Ones who have the ability and power to save our species and maybe we are worthy of their trust, at least the ones among us that care.
Like most people I have heard of the mythological creatures called Incubus and Succubus. Outside of documentaries and stories, I didn’t know much about them. They looked to me to be half demon and half fairy. They have the impression of darkness so I see a being that is half-bound to this reality and another realm that feasts upon humanities life force, the living essence of vivacity. Perhaps they are kin to vampires but these beings seem more interested in depleting us just enough to keep us going … yup just like vampires. One such visitor came calling and he had my name written in the palms of his clammy and distorted fiendish hands.
My story starts in the most unassuming way, a visit to some close friend’s house with Michael on a Saturday. We enjoyed dinner, conversation and dessert. As the evening progressed I felt something strange come in contact with me. It was as if something touched my aura first and then came closer with a more subtle touch, caressing my back. Within an instant it decided to go right through me. I wasn’t sure what it was but to be honest, I had just drunk my second Margarita so I thought it was me feeling a bit tipsy.
There was something old that I came across in our friend’s home; it might have been a mirror or an unusual antique piece. Usually I keep my wits about me when I am around antiques but this was our friend’s house so I dropped my guard but really, why would I need to worry?
Always play it safe. Do as I say not as I do.
I was feeling so tired, beyond just the normal tired as the night went on. We eventually left later than expected and got home just before midnight. We both fell into what seemed like a deep and welcoming slumber. The next morning I felt like I had been run over by a freight train. It was as if I didn’t sleep at all and it was all I could do to get out of bed. Michael was fine and got up much earlier than me. As I walked into the kitchen I could tell by the look on Michael’s face that I looked like the walking dead.
Let me explain the feelings I was experiencing, the exhaustion I felt was like the plague. And okay, I’ll admit it, I was moody and Michael soon realized that I needed time to wake up so I wouldn’t growl at him. Think of the noises that zombies make when they go after someone and that’s how I sounded. I was in such a high state of fatigue that I almost fell over. My mind was muddy and my normal state of awareness was catatonic. Time stopped and all I could do was feel my heart beating in my chest almost like it was working overtime or trying to catch up to itself. I knew something was wrong but at this point I just thought I was coming down with a cold.
Monday, I didn’t feel like myself but I had a little more energy than the day before. I remember a restless sleep and constantly waking up the night before. I obviously thwarted off something. I can say this now because as the week progressed it was to prove that something was feasting off me.
Tuesday, walking from my bed to the bathroom was an Olympian feat. I was weak and felt like I had been drained of everything inside my body, brains included!
Rocky, one of our two family dogs loves to sleep on the bed especially at night. Two nights of that week, I woke up in the morning to her sleeping on the floor. I mean, you would have to literally physically move her off the bed at times so it was very strange that she moved off on her own.
On Wednesday, I woke up again tired and feeling weak. I was tired of feeling tired and because I was so tired I thought I must be gravely ill. I was thinking of writing a will, that’s how bad I felt.
As an Empath, I didn’t pick up on anything because I was so exhausted but as luck would have it I got a break because Thursday morning changed everything. I woke up at 5:33am in the morning to let the dogs out to use the bathroom. I went back to bed and something really interesting happened. I awoke moments later to the blankets being pulled off me from my left shoulder down to my waist. I was lying on my right side so I had my cat up against my back and Rocky was a little further away from me, snoring.
I was confused at first because I thought it was Rocky or the cat pulling the covers off me by moving around on the bed. Yet, this was a different feeling. It felt as if the air got sucked out of the room like a vacuum. As I opened my eyes and looked up, I saw a shadow figure at the foot of the bed . It was tall, about 7 to 8 feet tall with a really weird body. Think of a large bat with a small head and large wings folded in. The silhouette of this thing gave the impression that it looked vampiric, kind of like something out of an old scary movie.
I said, “What the hell are you doing in my room?”
As soon as it knew I was awake, it flew right into my mirror over my dresser. I sat up in bed and suddenly realized that for a week, this thing had been sucking me dry. Once I knew what it was, I knew that that was half the battle. These dark entities don’t like to be seen and they don’t like to be recognized for what they are. It would be harder for it to come back especially since it was obviously hiding from me. They truly do wallow in their own anonymity.
I wanted to yell, “I saw you sucker!”
That morning, I did a ceremony and blocked it from coming back. I’m still a little weary of my mirror but for the most part I know that this thing can’t come back through the mirror again. Mirrors are after all portals so just remember that there is always another side to a mirror. At any given time we don’t know what’s watching us from this other side. I know, what a scary thought but Halloween is just around the corner so be vigilant and make sure your reflection is truly your own!
Years ago when I was in Egypt, I realized that the Native Americans and ancient Egyptians had a lot in common especially regarding their awareness of the unseen world and remembering their antediluvian past and living with this knowledge in their day to day life . What is the most potent aspect of our existence; it’s the chance of a tomorrow. Even though the ancient Egyptians understood the importance of the afterlife, they also realized that their day to day life style had to be symbolic of a learned knowledge, the skills of the ancient ones and the ability to pass on their customs to each generation.
The Khan el-Khalili bazaar in Cairo is definitely one of the most enchanting places I have ever been. Ancient energy mixed in with the modern hustle and bustle of life, created an intoxicating and mystical trance like state that made each step, a bursting renaissance. Perhaps this is what time travel feels like, everything swirling around absorbed into all the senses. The explosion of memories whether they are yours or someone else’s dances alongside every step you take … colliding into tourists and tinkers alike.
Sometimes I felt the wind of time gone by especially around the spice shops. There I saw everything imaginable from claws, bird heads and other sorts of exotic remedies for just about every ailment a person could possibly have. I was repulsed as much as I was intrigued by the raw and unassuming carcasses and objects just a few feet away from me. The smells of all the assortment of spices combined seemed familiar and yet so alien.
There were old shops that had the ambiance of mystical and magical enticements. One shop owner stated that he had a room upstairs that he only showed to his “favorite” customers. I’m sure he said this to everyone but my curiosity got the better of me and I knew I just had to see this room. We walked outside his shop to a creaky and very old door that looked ancient. He said it was many years old which I assumed had to be over 200 years old but my friend Ahmed said I had to think in terms of their history. That made touching it even more special. We walked up a winding staircase from the door that was so narrow that I had to angle myself slightly sideways. The smell of a musky odor filled my nostrils and I wondered if what I was smelling was life back hundreds of years.
The room was dark but when he opened the wooden shutters, light burst in bringing to life a kaleidoscope of color and wondrous and tantalizing treasures. My mouth dropped open and I realized that what I was looking at, very few people were lucky enough to see. There were old assuit dresses, tapestries, old mirrors with painted motifs on them; old jewelry, old relics, furniture and the list went on. The room was small but jam-packed full of everything Egyptian royalty would ever need or at least it seemed. I felt as if I had passed on and had gone directly into my afterlife with everything I could ever possibly need. I literally felt like an Egyptian princess with a déjà vu feeling coming over me. The old man looked at me and he knew what I was feeling, he pointed a finger at me and said, “Cleopatra is home.”
At various times back home in New Mexico, I have had the chance to visit many of the Reservations, most notably, Acoma Pueblo. The first time I ventured out was twenty years ago and I couldn’t figure out why it seemed so familiar to me even though I knew I hadn’t been there before. I realized after following our guide for awhile, it felt very much like Egypt did. You could have literally put Acoma Pueblo in Egypt and I never would have known the difference. It had the same ancient feeling that resonated within me. All the pottery on the tables outside the homes could have fit perfectly with some of the villages I saw. The connection was mind boggling to me.
Ceremonies for the Egyptians were and still are just as important as they are for the Native Americans. I found that the Egyptians had an appreciation, devotion and anticipation for every aspect of the day and night. The Egyptians seemed to make the most mundane aspects of life look like a spectacular gift from the Gods. Native Americans appreciate and give thanks to the Grandfathers of Time in the same way.
It’s all in the eye of the beholder but in today’s day and age, one of the biggest problem is when appreciation even for the littlest things goes unnoticed. If we can focus on things that remind us to be grateful, I think the world around us would be a better place. This connection that the ancient Egyptians have with the Native Americans is a unique way of always seeing magic and brilliance in everything painted by the antediluvian spirits of old and that of the archaic hands of the Gods. It’s time people came back to their roots and started to appreciate what’s right in front of them instead of pining for what’s on the other side of the fence.
An Egyptian proverb says, “What you are doing does not matter so much as what you arelearning from doing it.” And another quote says, “The more you thank life, the more life gives you to be thankful for.” We must see what’s around us in order to be grateful for what we have and perhaps this is the greatest gift from both Egyptians and Native Americans, the idea that we always have enough as long as we have ourselves.
HEADS UP! My newest book, “The Moor, The Mason And The Alien Part II: A Vril Manifesto”, has been reviewed by Phenomena Magazine. It will be published in the upcoming January 2019 edition of the magazine. Remember, this book series makes a great gift for the holidays.
The editor, Brian Allan, recently sent the full review. Here it is:
“This is a remarkable work. Simultaneously apocalyptic and subversive, it’s a bit like what a space-age Che Guevara on acid might have produced. This author does not take prisoners either and the body count steadily mounts as he gets his revolutionary message across. At some points in the text it is difficult to decide if this is a work of fiction or not, because it can be taken that way, but it soon becomes clear that it is very much rooted in reality.
The book pretty much takes up where the first one left off, but this time using the concept of ‘Vril’ (the book is subtitled ‘A Vril Manifesto’) to get his point across. This is a bit risky given the unfortunate connection between Nazi occultism and Vril as a near-limitless source of power. In fact, on page 66 the author talks about ‘Repto-Sirian Fascism’ and Vril in the same paragraph, but this a not what the book is about, far from it. What’s more, the book is packed with refreshing broad humor and one example of this crops up on page 65 under, ‘Our FUBAR definition’. Just in case you do not recognize what this military acronym means, it stands for ‘F***ed Up Beyond All Recognition’ and it raised a smile on the face of this reviewer.
As with the first book politics crops up as well, and the House of Trump unsurprisingly does not fair well, but the comparison is fair and used to get an important point across. The author obviously has a wide knowledge of the paranormal and ufology and he uses this to good effect, as he makes his points about Freemasonry, the Moors, crop circles and occultism in general. Overall, this a refreshing take on a very real enigma and if you have a closed mind then be prepared to have the cobwebs blown away and some light let it. Highly recommended.” – Brian Allan, Editor, Phenomena Magazine, January 2019 Edition, http://phenomenamagazine.co.uk
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I have been traveling for work over the last couple of weeks and last week a couple quite interesting events happened on my way home. On the return trip back through the airport, I was approaching a Chick- filet restaurant and I was looking at the menu standing in line. I was debating on whether to have cheese on my breakfast sandwich. I was still debating the subject (in my mind) when I was next in line to order when the lady behind the counter said cheese or no cheese? I looked at her and said “what” – I had not ordered an item nor said a word to her at that point. So I asked her – did you read my mind? She just smiled.
I would not have thought much about this, but 20 minutes later a similar event occurred. I was sitting waiting to board the plane and I noticed a seat across from me that would work better when I boarded the plane, (Southwest line-up) my line-up number was on the other side of the numbered posts. As I stood up to make my move, out of the corner of my eye there was a man and his service dog approaching and I heard his wife say there is a couple of seats for us, (one of the same seats I was eyeing). So I sat down and as the man with the dog passed, he smiled and said –“Thank You”. I had never telegraphed my move other than in my mind, I had just stood up. Was he another person who read my mind? I think so.
So the next day I was with my fiancé and we were in a department store and looking for some” hand wipes”, we looked all over with no success. So we decided to look for an employee for some assistance. And there down an aisle was an employee stocking shelves. So we asked him where we could find some “wipes”, he looked a bit confused, but there in his hand were the “wipes”. We had to bring it to his attention, almost like he didn’t realize he had something in his hand, let alone the “wipes” we were looking for.
So three examples of telepathy and manifestation, within a very short time-frame. Why now? Is there a shift coming or is it here. Is humankind regaining its ability to read minds and manifesting its day to day needs- simply as finding hand wipes?
Sleep tight, we are entering an old era, when we won’t afraid to have our minds read and manifestation of our all needs was easy, like having an APP to get an UBER.