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May 22, 2020April 27, 2020

Dreggs of the Hidden-world

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.

Predatory Cryptid

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?

Dark Entity

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.

Shapeshifter

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.

Kraken

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.

Rainbow

January 31, 2020January 17, 2020

The Witches Castle of Forest Park- Portland

We had heard about this Old Stone structure ( Witches Castle ) in the City Park in Portland. We ventured off over a week ago to see this site for ourselves.

The story goes in the mid-1800s, a man named Mr. D Balch bought a large portion of land around the area while Portland was still in the process of being developed. It was a big enough region, that he had to hire help to clear the area, so he hired a man named Mortimer Stump, who lived in the cabin on the property.

As time went on, Stump and Balch’s daughter Anna, fell in love, and eventually, Stump asked Balch for his Anna’s hand in marriage. Balch refused, resulting in Stump and Anna threatening to elope. Balch became enraged and told Stump that he would murder him if they married. But the couple didn’t listen to the warning and decided to elope in November of 1858.

A few weeks after, Stump and Anna came back to the cabin, and in a fury, Balch shot Stump in the head and killed him. Balch was arrested and he was executed in mid-October of 1859, which became the first legal execution in Oregon.

The Log Cabin was abandoned and the 1950’s Park Service built the stone structure in its place for Ranger offices and visitor restrooms. In the ’60s, it was abandoned by the park service and after that, it has been used as a gathering place (partying and drinking) for teens from around the area and they gave it its name “Witches Castle”.

Rainbow being an empath, did pick up some interesting energy there. Note she declined to walk in or on the upper levels of the structure. making me a little nervous because I highly respect her psychic abilities. As I was climbing all over the structure taking pictures, I did catch an entity hanging out in the lower level of the stone structure. I didn’t feel threatened at the time.

Rainbow felt that there were Dark and Light ceremonies performed there over the years and maybe some type of sacrifices, probably small animal types. The Light Ceremonies were in Pagan nature, honoring Mother Earth. She also felt that portals were opened during certain ceremonies, and closed. This would keep other entities from using the portal to enter this realm and cause havoc.

If you decide to go the Upper Macleay Parking area it’s about a ¾ mile hike from there to the stone house – Witches Castle. If you start from the Pittman Mansion parking lot and go down to it, it’s quite a hard hike back up, as we found out first hand.

Sleep Tight – and let your dreams carry you to happy places
MWiz

September 13, 2019September 6, 2019

Dots Connected – Sometimes it Happens

During our last stay in Utah, we had an adventure where we went to Spanish Fork canyon and around an area called Mill Creek where we found some really cool fossils. Most of them were plant material, but a few snails and bug types. We climbed into the hills and spent several hours doing our thing. It was a good time. But little did we know this was the beginning of an interesting and even profound mystery.

After that, we decided to revisit ( drive through) the same area, since it was a beautiful canyon with a lot of cool features. , the only thing this time as we drove further into the canyon, Rainbow said it’s not feeling right, let’s turn around and go back. Didn’t give it much of a second thought, because since Rainbow is an Empath she keeps us out of trouble and we drove back to home.

About 2 or 3 days later Rainbow has a dream about Red haired giants, most of them over 12 foot tall and some were 20 ft. tall. Some of the women had long golden braided hair and some of the men had red beards. They were all strong and fit warrior types like giant Vikings. They had beautiful gold and silver armor on them. At the beginning of the dream, they were in a stasis condition in the ground (sleeping beauty). Then they started waking up and coming back to full consciousness. They all knew each other and seemed to be happy and congratulating each other. This time-frame was very important to them signifying an event that is was going to happen very soon. Rainbow felt it had to do with Nibiru and the awakening time sequence was 2015 to 2017.

So at the time it was just an interesting dream and Rainbow had no idea why she dreamed it, she had not been thinking about Vikings, giants or the like. So we moved on, and six months later moved to Oregon. So fast forward another four months and Rainbow is surfing her computer and an interesting video jumps out at her about Giants in Utah. The person on the video tells a story about Red hair giants being found in various caves around Manti UT and to the south toward Knapp Utah. They were very tall humanoids with the Red hair and beards etc. Crystals were found in some of the sarcophagi’, gold, silver, and jewels were also present and armor was hanging on the walls -as Rainbow saw. So the dots are starting to connect.

So I emailed the gentleman who was on the video named Robert and told him about Rainbow’s dream and low and beholds Robert said the area we were the rock and fossil hunting was just above an area of caverns (Mill Creek) where some of these Giants were found. So its sounds like maybe the powerful energy of the Giants may have activated Rainbow’s dream center and now the Dots are connected.

Sleep tight — Giants are Real as are many other things we think of as folklore.

MWiz.

November 4, 2016

Abductee/Contactee and their Empathic Abilities- is it all True Series #393

By Michael
After 50 years in this amazing field we call UFOs and Paranormal, I have learned exceedingly cool stuff about humans and beings from other realities. It takes years to understand a very slight concept about dimensional beings but humans are easier to understand and all the elements that make them tick.
After hundreds of interviews with abductees there are some very interesting commonalities between many of them. One is the ability for them to be empathetic and feel people’s emotions. The question I have always asked is, are abductees born empathic with their abilities or are they given their abilities from their encounters with the dimensional beings?

I feel we all have the empathic ability, but only a few realize it. After interviewing hundreds of abductees, many realized their abilities after they knew they had had an encounter with another reality. I believe their encounters are triggering events, opening up many access points to the infinite universe.
Being an empath can be a dangerous business, if they are not careful they can absorb the emotions of hundreds of people just by walking through a Mall. This emotional over-load can throw an empath into a mental crisis and exhaust their bodies, driving the empath into a sleep response for several days. Empaths eventually learn to protect themselves from the flood of human energy by building empirical shields around their bodies.

Some empaths have the amazing ability to make contact with spirits. My partner is one of those people, she can walk into a cemetery and spirits will start communicating with her. When the emotional load becomes too much she must remove herself from the location to recover. She recently had a civil war cemetery experience in the Nashville area. This time she actually felt the physical pain of the soldier who had in theory died 150 years ago. But he was in a limbo reality, and she was able to observe the event. It was very powerful and profound.

Inter-dimensional beings seem not to carry or have many of their own emotions, they love empaths because not only can they feed off the empaths own emotions, but they get the bonus of the other emotions that are flowing through the empaths body from external sources. So triggering a human into becoming empathic is probably a high priority for the inter-dimensional beings.

Sleep- tight , Being empathic – is like looking at glass humans – you get to see everything that makes them tick – but only by controlling the experience with care can you gain wisdom and not madness.

November 29, 2015

The Spirits of McGavock Confederate Cemetery– Is it all True Series ?– # 359

This is a fitting story to share with all of you during Fall and the beginning of Winter. It’s a new tale, fresh with a mixed brew of emotions and haunting whispers. It is one story I thought I would never tell only because my experiences with ghosts have never been with the Civil War, only the old west towns of my home state, New Mexico and those along my travels as a cowgirl.

Sometimes spirits reach out to those who can feel them, hear them and relay the replays of life that went on years past. They whisper the echoes of torment, languishing pain and the truth of how death does not end their soul’s convictions…it only prolongs the outcome of their inevitable actions, if such have the fallacy of intolerance.

What wayward souls can not comprehend, they cannot see and because of this, they cannot rest.

With this being said, I will now share with you the story of my travels with my sister Holly, to Carnton Plantation just a few minutes from Franklin, Tennessee where the Battle of Franklin took place in November 30, 1864.

Just a mere two weeks ago, I went to Nashville to visit my sister and to enjoy the southern hospitality she is known for. My sister is a fabulous cook, the hostess with the mostess in all aspects of making anyone feel right at home. The area where she lives is not too far from the town of Franklin, a place that oozes with the shadowy memoirs of a sorrowful past. I realized the moment Holly took me through this beautiful town; I was literally thrust back in time, no time machine needed here because the surroundings emulated old Southern pride. It’s a déjà vu kind of feeling but as a Yankee, it felt a little unnerving. The architecture through out the town with the churches and homes held within their walls the echoes of people running, yelling, and the distant thunder of gun fire. It was still in the air and I could feel the emotions with every fiber of my being. Holly and I are empaths, we feel places and with this ability we can smell the flowery aromas of perfume or the trepidation and stench of death. This ability is in our family, it’s in our blood.

The day after traveling through the striking town of Franklin, Holly somehow without forethought but I’m pretty sure, pure intuition, drove right by the Carnton Plantation as if planned and on queue. She said she had never been there before and was quite surprised to have driven by there on our way to another plantation. We decided immediately that we were destined to go to this one instead. The land seemed to whisper secrets through the car windows to us and then there seemed to be an urgency to our summoning. As Holly turned the car around, we almost went down a one way road the wrong way. It was a bit confusing at first but interestingly enough that confusion never left us even as we drove up the one lane road. We could see that this plantation was not only massive but obviously an important historical landmark. As we drove into the parking lot, the house sat back behind what looked like a large barn and to our right was a cemetery that had huge headstones peaking out from the iron fence.

With my persuasion, we first went to the cemetery because it was up on a hill and I wanted to look around and see the vast green land that encircled the cemetery. Holly stated she had reservations about entering the cemetery but like a trouper, she ventured forward with me. There seemed to be an odd feeling that almost felt like we had walked into a bubble or a time warp from the past. The air was different, birds crowed and yelled down at us and we both felt the immediate sense of sadness and the traumatic demise of all the soldiers within the cemetery. There are nearly 1,500 Confederate soldiers buried at the cemetery who were casualties of the Battle of Franklin. Carrie Winder McGavock was in charge of the soldiers brought to Carnton which was to become the largest field hospital in the area for the wounded. There were at least 150 Confederate soldiers who died that first night at Carnton from the battle. There are still blood stains on the floorboards of the main house to this day.

When we entered the cemetery none of this information was known to us. We understood the severity of what all the men had gone through because we could feel it in our bones. It was with this emotion, this connection that the first communication with some of the spirits of the cemetery started to happen.

I heard a mans voice say softly to me, “How is Elizabeth?”

Wait a minute; I went…no, he said Lizbett. I thought I must have gotten the name wrong but when he said it again, he said it more forcefully and I knew for sure he was saying the name Lizbett. I told him I was sorry that I didn’t know her. I asked my sister if that was a Southern name and she said she thought so.

We walked through the main entrance and Holly said she didn’t feel right, she almost felt like she didn’t want to go forward. I had trepidations myself but I walked a little ways past the family gravestones to the entrance to where the Confederate soldiers were buried. Holly walked with me and we immediately stepped to our left, looking at the first of granite markers. We saw two copper pennies on top of two markers and we both wondered what the significance of that was. It was at this very moment that a young mans voice came to me, talking in my right ear and in my head, stating that he had died of a gun shot wound and he wanted to show me where he was shot. I didn’t want to know but he didn’t let up and upon hearing him say, “I got shot in my stomach,” I felt the first stinging pains in my own stomach right where my belly button is. I told Holly my stomach hurt and when we turned to face the dirt path that went down the middle of the markers, we did an about face and left the cemetery. It was just too much.

This young soldier would not let up. It was imperative for him that he tell me what happened to him. I finally acquiesced, letting him know I would listen.

He started from the moment he was shot. He said he was down for about an hour. It hurt like hell and he didn’t think at the time it was something he would die from. He knew men were down around him but he thought if he could get help, he would be alright.

He knew he was bleeding out and he tried to calm himself down waiting for help to come. He was only 19 or maybe 20, young, full of hope, not really understanding the gravity of his situation. When help did arrive, he felt he would be taken on a stretcher and he would live to fight another day. There were three men, two carrying a stretcher and the other man checking wounds. They talked to him for a few minutes, looked at his wound and with grave faces told him there was nothing they could do for him. They were under orders to take and carry only those wounded that could be saved. They gave him his death sentence. He never saw it coming just like he never saw the bullet that hit him. He said he lay there for about three to four hours before he died. He couldn’t believe they left him and for him, the fact they did leave him was worse then getting shot. He felt alone when he died. I think this is why sometimes he’s not sure he’s dead. His memory stays within the confines of the bullet that brought him down. It’s an eternal pain that he shared with me, not just a physical one.

By the time he finished telling me his story, my stomach was burning and I felt as if my insides were on fire. The pressure on my stomach was intense; it was as if I literally had an opening gash that was bleeding out.

Holly and I entered the gift shop by the barn area and when we walked in, we both thought for a minute we might fall down from weak and shaky legs. I couldn’t really focus on any one item except for a book on Carnton. I felt like I should buy it but for some reason I didn’t. We decided to make a hasty departure to the car because neither one of us was feeling or doing well. I was bent over at this point from the pain in my stomach and Holly had a headache that was growing in intensity by the minute. The Carnton house was out of the question. Neither of us wanted to take the tour.

As I climbed into the car, from my right ear, I distinctly heard an angry male voice that seemed to be in his mid 40s to early 50’s. Discretion Advised! (Please understand that this is what I heard and not how I talk. I debated whether I should state what I heard and I feel it’s only right to write exactly what I heard.)

He said, “God Damn (N word)! Nobody is gonna tell me what I do with my property!”

I said, “Oh my God, Holly, you won’t believe what I just heard.” I then proceeded to tell her, word for word. She shook her head and said it was time for us to go. I was in shock and couldn’t believe the intense animosity coming from the male voice who spoke in my right ear. That kind of talk is just plain wrong and I found myself feeling disgusted at hearing it.

Holly drove down the one lane road exiting the plantation and it wasn’t until we were on the main road and driving away that we both started to feel better. For a minute we just looked at each other. Words were beyond us.

As a woman of the west, I must admit that I came back home with a tangled web of emotions. I had no idea the Civil War was fought in so many areas where my sister lives. I had no idea the mindset of the South lives on. Most of all, I had no idea how sad I would feel about the loss of life. It’s an intense feeling of sorrow with a raw edginess to it.

There is one thing for sure that I do know and that is that death makes every man and every woman equal because in the eyes of death,our humanity is all the same. What makes us individuals is our sense of self when we die. For these men of the Franklin Battle, they were comrades in arms and I think it’s this unity that keeps them there. They stay because of each other and they stay because in the end, they don’t seem to know the Battle of Franklin is over.

From Rainbow Radaelli – truthseekerhighway.com