[Alien Home Invasion]

On 3/31/2025 at 8:00 PM, mammal vs. reptile said:

But I was interested to read the poster thinks it was a grey.

 

Dunno, now I am slightly a bit more awake, could be any manner of silly peeps.
Will return to this thread later when I know.
 

[Clooties and Trees]

World Wood Web - Trees Observed to Communicate During Solar Eclipse!

 

 

[Should we be eating meat?]

When we consume something we imbibe a fleeting echo of it's journey.
Eating things does not give power that the animated wielded, as seen with many animisms ...just a case of "Horris the goat eating farmer Turnip's smelly old straw sandals again".

I didn't speak words or eat meat until 3, as I would watch my family talk and lose their connection to higher self and enter the mask self built up in order to negotiate this world, that was mostly acting in roles that were either learnt or impulsed.

When they would eat meat around the dinner table I would observe as the energy of the killed creature was drawn upon them like a shawl, stirring each person to a the tiniest of crazed looks in the eye as the meat was eaten and for many hours after that there would be after affects.

Mum tried to hide meat in various foodstuffs but I could always tell. Felt like they were trying to make me join in on cannibalism, was freaky that they wanted me to compromise myself.

Eventually they wore me out one day via lots of activity and no lunch, then gave me a plate with a lamb chop and a few peas.

Peas were great... eventually I steeled myself to try and not wear the fear and pain I could discern in the lump of meat from the young sheep, upon biting it my eyes enlarged with surprise and I found myself turned ravenous and consumed it. Massive drop in energy frequency, had to switch off the visions I was getting from the poor little guy's life and death, then wondered why later I got angry for no reason, was rude and felt kinda grumpy, then saddened.

It tends to make humans "lean forward and down in the face", our thinking and perceptions are altered from the clear state into a heaviness that contains a sorrow of loss from the being that is being eaten.

 

I've met plenty of vegetarian peeps who don't do any practice but through noble intent and care are shiny.
Vegetarians can still be jerks, it doesn't equate to Lightfulness ...but, it certainly helps to desist eating beasts.

 

The adventurer will find once clear of the lowering vibrations from meat eating, that spiritual practice & conscious Living is that much easier with less of an effort.

 

The observable passivity of humans that eat more flora in contrast with hunter gatherers and the fauna rich diet accompanied with increased aggressiveness underlines how these practices can provide a general state of mind.

That is not to say eating leaves makes you docile, on the contrary, every time I've been vegetarian for years I was having fun with much more sustained and burst power. Wasn't practicing martial arts/spiritually during one period of 5 years there, felt great just from not eating garbage food.

Vegetarianism can make you feel lighter, less prone to anger, etc.

The feel that you need meat at the outset is dealt with through conscious eating and recognition of better food. Making vegie patties look like meat is weird and messed up, no thanks.
Holistic approach to nourishment and health is the ticket.

[who are the channeled beings? why don't they talk about the reincarnation trap unless they are part of the team that keeps us trapped?]

Oops, forgot to add that Galadriel (the active spirit evolving woman) and I were discussing guides.

 

After that encounter mentioned in post above, she shared with me that during her progress she would ...gah, not clear on first bit.
Some sorta summons after doing something, then she would be dragged in astral body to the asteroid field between Mars and Jupiter. There would be heaps of different humans all being tutored by large preying mantis chaps in robes.

As she was sharing and I could sense them through her, there was a veiled threatening vibe, not due to their appendages (dunno if she said they had the arm spikes, I don't recall from the short vision I had back then atm) but I think due to their fiendish appetite ...we can guess what that is.

I could be wrong, we'll see.

I've not seen them since getting here and having to "strip" most of who I was (so mean - lol), but since I verified it as she talked, they are here and are to be investigated. Most likely know of 'em, probably some personally.

 

23 minutes ago, Gadzookss said:

shadowing & misdirecting them as usual is those dickheads from the abused toilet of a planet near Kesil

They are not just within Jewry btw.
Every race and lands there are goblin souls incarnated into humans, they've been seeded for a purpose... and know it. That has filtered down slightly by their presence, so that some others who are not claim they are those turds.
Without them, humans would still do bad stuff, but with them it is exacerbated.
 

I saw each of their souls, so know who the several hundred gobbers are - unlikely they are the same fallen angels ...might be, could be a misinterpretation, will have to check lots soon.

The variety is something else, like a box of crappy looking crayons or something. All hideous looking, from large brutes with horns to wimpy looking nasty creeps.

Some of those goblin creeps were alerted by their pals after they got wind of my internet rants (I was going off a fair bit, erm, was sick) that were too close to home and sent request for assassins in 2013 (I think), soz not soz bruh.

 

The move recently (erm, several generations +) being made is again with those creeps... what with a bunch of them incarnating into Jewish lines, oy gevalt! lol
I've seen dozens of others here and there in different bodies playing the human-spirit subterfuge game.

 

What was a few hundred is now ...well, I can only fathom a guess... a shit load of evil idiots all across the planet threaded in all races. Though due to the advanced nature of the clutch gathered, I suspect the rest I haven't noticed are still swankering around as Lords or something silly.

Do not go on Witch hunts though peoples, too tricky to work out which witch is a witch and which is a witch. Many practitioners are incredibly lovely people, just some are rotten eggs that give the rest a bad name.

As history shows, some people like to take over movements and do foul things on innocent people.

We'll deal with that when the frugiferous endeavour is cresting a certain wave.

 

Stupid I gotta do this - Jews are not to be defined by those idiots, "Chosenitus" (lol) is a terrible affliction to be burdened with already. They are being used for a long term plan and will be happily thrown to the wolves when it suits the few monsters hiding behind them.

 

If anyone has to ask how can so many be evil and not be seen: there are numerous shitty sorceries that they wanker out, but they operate mostly when people are asleep ...in the dreamscape there are intruders, other times they guide souls to traps.

Going to sleep is much more of an active party with potentially challenging times than most sleepy heads realize.

There are all sorts of weirdos doing odd things on the astral, just DO NOT INVITE THEM OVER THE THRESHOLD.

 

I use the pickled term "goblins" for both corrupted souls and spirits, a bit blankety, but ah well. Fits well.

 

Will talk more on the goblin-souled,

why the Queen of smelly jewelry collected those specific repugnantly evil souls,

and what they've done to make the place dirty later.

 

Also the "Men in White" assassins, yep they are a thing not talked about much due to ..what they do, will be posted somewhere.

[who are the channeled beings? why don't they talk about the reincarnation trap unless they are part of the team that keeps us trapped?]

Heya, totts get what you're saying, Robin.
In replying, I am not disputing the veracity of your experiences or specifically addressing this to you, just exploring the topic with shares.

On 3/8/2025 at 1:37 AM, RobinJ said:

When really, they are just about sharing information.

 

If you guys were to read back your own little mini rants here on this thread, you might be able to see just how angry and negative those ideas are that you are putting forward. There's a lot of fear expressed above in those comments.

 

Channelling is allowing something to come through you, sometimes what is presented as something is not that which it seems to be. A common thing seen on the physical plane ...and also the spiritual planes.

Why aren't more people calling this out? The deception is so cleverly wrought that most of the advanced practitioners or naturally evolved souls have no inkling of the multitudinous parasitism and culling that takes place in these farms.
Some info filters through here and there.
David Icke seems like he is barking mad to many spiritual people who are well caught in the illusion and the ministrations of The Enemy, he is very much onto something that is outwitting trillions upon trillions of souls spanning multiple galaxies.

 

Fear is a mechanism, to dwell in that state is unhealthy, verily. As the adrenaline starts to flow, it is how you then guide yourself which sees whether the person folds with trembles or raises their energy as sovereign, instead of letting it be worn.

I've been around a lot of psychic vamps and naughty conscious practitioners who liked to curse and manipulate people. During a predation, you do not bother engaging with the dum dums, you simply assert your self-sovereignty to yourself ...not to them, do not engage in grabbing the rope for the "tug of war". Just be you that is hearing that "tap tap tap on the window" from a state of Love, not fear.
Observable as cords or ropes of Light from chakra funnel open ends, is why "tug of war" is a great reference.
Lmao - the looks on their faces when you arrest your posture from wither and look upon them with love as they have face fixed in snarl with hands gestured in manipulations, is hilarious. Busted heaps of creeps trying to do shit on me and others.

There would appear to be a dichotomy with how Love melts shackles and how The Enemy have fiddled with things, that will be explained.

The above simple technique is the basics of iron shirt chi-kung and whatever ward offs you decide upon.

 

My martial arts was infused with lots of magicks in the 80s soon after solo-training was prioritized. When I trained with others after that, I had to do something very weird and off-putting to most, I'd make sound effects from movies for my movements to dampen my chi-flow, in order to confuddle the output and wave length.
Lol, was so dumb ..but entirely effective.
When you are in combat with another person, some things can be noticed as you flick through that rollodesk of what comprises you. I've seen all sorts of memories and odd beliefs pop up in fighters.

Akin to how someone understands the misdeed of a toddler, and overlooks that with love and goes on to afford them care. You do not reach out with love to the rascals, you be Love and the world around you delights and has room to light up.

The magick circle in a nutshell ^

...is actually an "eggshell" - lol

The golden 7th layer of the auric fields reaches a point of expression where we have a membraneous shield-like definition of our higher realities, that literally looks like an egg.
This behaves in a similar way as cell membranes do.

What we're up against is much stronger, a whole 'nother tier to us, like elephants to ladybugs - they keep us diminished so that even their lowest of peons can mess with us.

If all of us were to gather up and rise against them, then maybe...
 

I would share understanding through rollicking & waffling anecdotal experientials (muh Bunsen burner), where often there are a number of tangents providing didacticisms:

Was living at a house in 1997 near Cygnet Tasmania, where were gathered some "Rainbow Tribe" peeps and other assorted folk into spiritual things from various angles to live and maybe work together (oof).
Rainbow flag was appropriated from the spiritual awakening of the 60s in the "West" to the homosexual community by ...ahem, "cultural revolutionaries" - the call to "tikkun olam" is used for evil by certain scumbags amongst the, soon to be again, intentionally vilified Jews ...then switcheroo, now they're the great guys. Always question those who would seek the cult of ego or to control others. There will be many true Jews that are awesome, but shadowing & misdirecting them as usual is those dickheads from the abused toilet of a planet near Kesil.

The rainbow is no-ones property, it is a universal phenomenon ...that redirect of a flag was all they needed to tarnish "new age" as potentially deviant in the subconscious for a lot of humans during and after that phase.

Seems irrelevant, but signs and symbols in sociology fam, wherever they can sap "at the wall", grinning goblins gather and the rats will nibble.

So at that house in Cygnet...

A lass turned up who was being real, she was tuning into the higher planes and looking at everyone's auras there, but still through the mask of the human trained to be that role, so there were judgements.

I watched her do a few things, she relegated me to a good intended person that was staggering along in a threadbare "garment", so was surprised by a coupla things as we started bonding.
After we had a great conversation that was spiritual, and she went to get a cup of tea, I projected myself to near physicality - but with her being celebrated for the great healthy angles she was coming from in the discourse, as part of the dash.

 

Ran past Galadriel (not her name) and through all the milling about spiritual people as I let loose a beautiful blessing for everyone there.

Instead of being mostly in projection, I shifted and then shared my awareness 50/50 from the project and body, so that I could see what my physical eyes were seeing. She was looking at my spirit project in surprise, turned to look at me through window in the garden, then back at projection.
I kept running with joyous celebration of those who would dedicate themselves to Liberty.

 

She looked out the window again as I was smiling at her, then my gaze followed the path of myself in project still running with physical eyes - in order to acknowledge to her that I was aware of such.
Ran out the door and then recoalesced into a singular being at my physicality.

 

Out of all the practitioners there, only she saw me (different to time mentioned on bus when I went too low, this was much higher but still close to physicality), but almost all lifted their spirits (2 were heavy with burdens and only "popped a turtle's head out").

If you review the reconnect after you've been astral traveling, slow it down and look carefully, the spark jumps from one to other. From soul to spirit, like the yoyoing we do during babyhood.
The same thing occurs with the human soul and spirit. The divine spark is a flighty thing.

Upon sitting down next to me again, she asked whether that was me, to which I confirmed.

That triggered a greater space of "free from illusion", both she and I did some accelerating off that.

The next day after we were hanging out chatting, she said that she needed some time to do a meditation, I asked whether she minded if I looked at her auric display as she did due to her being lit n all, but not "riffling through her documents"... only what she lights up with. She was like "Sure" followed with thoughts that I would only be seeing a bit with a small patronising blessing (lol, all blessings are great, except when tinged with condescension), went off and sat down to meditate.
I could see in her that she was moving her heart to someone that was internalised to her, not the usual sparkles and glow from the third charka then movement of energy to a ribbon/tether from there, that is a link to another on the lower levels which relates to thinking about someone who is a human. Suggesting it was more of a spiritual thing. Sensed the mirror of that relationship was indeed an "angel" of sorts, though I was looking at him from outside of his mask.

 

She then moved her consciousness to her head, the 5th then 6th chakras, with a noticeable opening of her crown and increased attention there.
Then she let loose a tether from heart through column and crown funnel, that resolved itself into a line with her focus, during this the guide had moved lower down into an obscurement. The line tether entered a little portal to a room, in which that dude was eagerly awaiting ...mostly as a teacher, tiny hidden portion of him was fancying her - red flag!

Her point of focus (starry nights) gathered itself into a concentrated ball which then travelled up the line and into the room, the portal closing behind her as they greeted one another.

Waited for her to come back, during that time I did a slap of 2 warped gobbers in the edge of the woods planning something about her, they scarpered quick smart - lol

Put up a small "sentry post" to keep an eye out for that sort of thing whilst she was doing that there as I had other conversations and didn't want to be spending time as a guardian.
The importance of making sure your egg is "good to go" cannot be overstated ...well, it can, but you know :P
Many people do spiritual practice with the correct approach of "no flies on me" ...but there are things unfactored into people's awareness which have access, if not filtered out.
"No flies on me": I was in the bush in the nude at a forest festival, was exploring my human vulnerabilities when march flies appeared - they have a terrible stab from proboscis.

During the moments when I would be unsure and weak they would fly in and start to stab, I let them at one point as I went through that idiotic frame of mind (I've been going through all sorts of distortion in order to thoroughly know first hand how to exfiltrate from such) to drink my blood. They don't stop - lol
Then I would shift, without any physical movement, and they would have to fly away - they could not exist as they were whilst being too close to me (this is highly relevant), they were kept outside the edge of my egg.
Did that over a dozen times to feel that movement, I do not recommend doing anything so careless or something extreme, entirely unnecessary to be nibbled to understand that - I just am configured oddly and do silly stuff, in part to Watcher redefines.
That is an example of "decorating the egg", where some might draw a circle around themselves physically, quicker to just move into 360 awareness. Drawing circles and then visualizing your egg is great and does help to shift into actually doing it.
I still trace 'em when the mood fits.

 

Anyways...
There was a lot of well meaning folk there, many of whom were plagued by the grubs in the darkness; yes, they are playing a role ultimately, and are part of it all. They are not outside of the ultimate thing which people may well call God/Goddess ...which is us, "stella maris" (Star in the Sea).

Though as with us in a team sport, baddies are doing their thing and that spark within knows we are playing a game that is much larger than the incarnation game, but yet must kick on...
so trying to convert the truly lost souls is a wasted effort, they do not have karma to answer to, it is the law of the jungle throughout the many universes.
Not a multiverse, but the great Void filled with distant universes in the same continuum, like how galaxies are.

When people say "as above, so below", they neglect to mention "as below, so above"... like parking tickets n stuff in the heavens ...lol, joking. There are many things that we take from the human experience that colours our souls.
 

 

The deception is not just here, it is far into the high heavens.
The main "god" of this solar system is quite deranged, from a 'orrible case of parasites on the "brain" (one of the false "gods" has been possessing him for ages). We see his throne every time Sol shows up over the horizon. Poor wonderful dude, we will be rescuing him as well.

 

 

On 3/8/2025 at 4:48 PM, mammal vs. reptile said:

People that do that are basically trusting what is in the astral to enter into their personal energy field and take them over.

Until discernment and critical thinking is applied to what is usually just accepted as a given: "that all beings of Light are the good guys", humans are likely to accept any old bumhead as long as they look purdy-like and have some cool robes from what dogma has told them.

When an angel appears at the door, how does he behave if you act like a twit? What does he do if you ask him too much?

Where are all the dames with angelic ankles?
I will repeat this until we have it fixed <3 : it is not normal here,

they have overlayed a pretty fancy engineering feat onto what is usually not this whacked.

 

On 3/8/2025 at 1:37 AM, RobinJ said:

The point of being  here is not to argue over who is right about any given topic, its to find our own purpose and connect to our true Self so that we may belueve in our true Self and stop taking orders from the controllers.

 

Connect to your own belief system, listen to your own intuition and guidance, and filter out what doesn't resonate with you. 

Yes, great advice.

That ("filter out what doesn't resonate with you") is actually how you find the holes in the deception and is why I encourage people to question your gods and "gods".

 

 

I am not on this forum to be a wafted stink or flex on myself, I am skipping most starter elucidations as that is handled rather well elsewhere, though will most probably smoosh it in here and there.

Most of us are in the same boat and know in our hearts (that millisecond before your beliefs get in the way) that what David Icke has presented is true, I love you all who are not naughty ...even the naughty ones, to a degree.

The naughty list is very long indeed.


 

On 10/31/2024 at 6:55 PM, Angela Reinicke said:

why don't they talk about it?

Due to most of them being oblivious, many controlled, others evil in bright fancy pants.

That is the main reason I only deal with nature spirits. They cannot hide what they are, which is so refreshing during all this "surprise, got ya again sucker" that happens in the higher realms.
Happens here too, obviously, but I am pointing a finger upwards. 

I saw an archangel who was a captain of sorts, once I showed him the truth, he dropped his sword and looked shocked to see what is going on here, he left with despair before the gate was closed. Nothing he could do, they would instantly be upon him if he showed knowledge of the false "gods" who he had recently been serving with all his being.

That archangel took off before I set "foot" down on Earth.

 

He did have a glimmer of hope though, I'd focus on that bro, wherever you went.
 

It could look so pointless with so few right now, lol

Take heart, what we're going to be doing is not to impress anyone, but it will be bloody impressive when we pull it off! :D
 

[A Christian corner. All are welcome. 😇]

On 3/21/2025 at 12:52 AM, Campion said:

I mean, how can I choose between facts and illusions if my entire thought process is either pre-determined or a random activity outside my control?  If there really is no free will, any conclusions I might draw aren't true, they're just noise.

Incarnating can be seen as a joining in on an evening session of theatre sports on a stage (not literally, just a nifty metaphor).

 

 

You rock up after agreeing to a contract for your tenure and figure out what you'd like to do tonight. With a general direction and key moments highlighted for your acting role

Backstage near a curtain, you wait 'til it is your time to enter. The moment you step out onto the stage and head to the spotlighted area you move into your chosen character.

 

Your voice, posture, gait, and gestures all different as you deliver the first of your lines.

 

You know you are yourself acting and playing with other actors, but are in the depth of the character ...if you think about it too much, you might mess up your lines and seem disingenuous, not a believable act. It takes a bit of adjusting to be acting with other mental gymnastics, so we climatise ourselves gradually as we immerse ourselves in the theatre. 

 

Each player has their main lines on the script, but can say anything else that is in character along the way. 

 

Sounds fun :)

 

 

Once we enter the illusion, we are then subject to fates - these are simply key moments on your incarnational sojourn that are already "solidified" as to occur.

The fated things, they are your choice initially afterall, you are just adhering to your own plotted course points.

Before you can go through into physicality & the womb, an angelic editor weaves it in properly by replaying it one last time and making alterations to your thread to conform with the overall carpet of fates and accepted by the Spirit of Earth - akin to cellular metabolic processes maintaining the system.

 

That is normal, though not in Soul-Farms where the editors are actually snooty "Mean Girls", but dudes with dorky attitudes.

 

They don't go too far with the charade, the thumb down on us cannot be too hefty, it has to be mostly organic because we'd start to notice en-masse.

Oh wait, they did go too far ...lol, noice.
 

 

 

Caravan Palace - Comics (Official MV)

[Superman = Baphomet = Mithras (blube-red connection)]

A few things from Jewish eschatology are imbedded in the character of Superman ..most significantly is the bit about a saviour.

 

 

I recommend a big nah to that, the saviour thing does nobody any favours.
Don't lay on the side of the path and wait for rescue ...work together and save yourselves fam!
<3
 

[Alien Home Invasion]

# The Scout

 

Almost a week later…

 

Night had fallen and dinner was almost ready. My younger brother Rodrick (not his real name) and I came running back from up near the milking sheds where we were playing.

Got back to house, commenced to get out of our dirty clothes.

When a loud repetitive call of an owl somewhere nearby could be heard from inside the house.

(atm I don’t recall what sound it made nor the feathering patterns seen later)

We stopped and went outside for a sec, near the toilet door listening to the penetrating persistent owl call.

 

I said matter-of-factly, "That owl doesn't feel right!!”

...turning to Rodrick,  “Let's go take a look"

We put our boots back on and nipped around the house corner, went down to the car port and turning circle, past central grassy shrub area and onto gravel ...so that we were still within ambient illumination from the light spilling out of the kitchen windows.

Looking up at last pine tree of avenue that edged the lane (the same one I had communed with before) that was silhouetted against the now starry sky, could hear the owl was up in topmost branches. Still blaring his call, intermittently.

 

It had weird spooky vibe (not the distinct alien cabal vibe), felt like it was looking at us as if we were prey from out of the shadows up there (I was in boy mind during that night’s experience).

I remarked how it surely isn’t real and started to point at the dark top of tree. Said something cheeky & triggering, not sure atm – was silly kid banter.

Then with one louder vocalization it tried to menace us, with an accompanying energetic push.

 

I looked to my brother and got his attention, smiled and started to turn back to owl with increasing volume "You don't scare us 'owl'!!" with a confident laugh.

"You're fake!! Give it a rest ...noisy!!"

I tried reaching out to my friend that tree, but he was so still & withdrawn, it was like he was hiding. That made me a little bit cross to see him sorta scared.

So, we then started pelting rocks up towards it, unsuccessfully.

 

Where the noise was coming from a shadow cloud about 7 feet in diameter appeared.

Incredible was the contrast it made against the view we had, the shadow generated was so dark it made the night sky appear blue, and all other shadows on the tree were nowhere near that deep a tone.

 

I saw this one other time when walking along a remote highway at 3am dancing along doing magicks which mirrored what I saw as I was still doing it.

A meteor streaked down nearby with every colour of the rainbow in vivid colours, though the chunks were along a deep black cloud that made the dark sky seem blue in contrast.

Walked past the houses where that landed 10 minutes later, were heaps of small fires just in their spots, not spreading and a dozen or so fires with pits as large as a good camping fire all on the surrounding paddocks and people standing about looking freaked out. Probably shoulda said something about the meteor, they most probably had no idea due to being asleep.

We all just looked at each other in silence as I walked past – lol

Similar thing when at a festival, had a joint, entered the clear centred state that good weed can assist with. Was doing breath work and spinning dem disks (chakras), a dude sitting in the door of an open van nearby looking at my aura, but passively so I didn’t care.

I felt the inspiration (from myself & surrounds) to draw a rainbow snake, it was nice and vivid. As I finished and got to tail, instinct was to drop hand, but I felt the need to maintain that piece of the “song” for a bit longer so continued to hold hand in air.

Then through the bracken ferns came a medium sized male tiger snake, right under the arm I was holding aloft.

The meteor and the snake were not me making them happen (tonnes more, those 2 will do) but feeling an incoming shift on a higher level and doing a response.

Akin to when someone keeps looking at the clock at the same time, or a certain number of phrase keeps being prominent. It is your reality conforming to your highlights …this is a key.

 

Ahem, yes, back to the Owl…

After our futile attempt to hit the bugger, the fake owl from the black shadow felt meaner and definitely nasty now. 

The shadow started to travel down the tree, silently and with clear purpose to come to us.

It had got to bottom of tree as both I and my bro were dumb founded.

The shadow spilled out a little at the bottom (almost as if it was like a fabric, but clearly wasn’t) as whatever it was stood up slowly (still entirely cloaked in the shadow energy) and once fully erect, started moving towards us with evil intent.

I could sense a peculiar off-worlder humanoid, same height as man, Nordic looking, pointy elf ears, reeked of sorceries ..his hatred as dark as the shadow.

(pretty sure it was the Pleiadian Elf ratbag who was part of the alien home invasion covered in next post of this thread)

 

It said something at us from within it's now pulled in somewhat cloud, which I do not recall yet (was curt and threatening though). 

We both freaked out, as it was real, and coming right at us!!

 

Was unable to bring my greater soul into action (found out later why, next post) but was able to put my hand up & slow it visibly with a basic chi push shield, but couldn't stop it due to being mostly “boy in illusion”.

I said "Run, but stop, turn around and face it.... don't look away, or it will speed up and overtake us!! ...ok, go!"

Rodrick ran towards gate at bottom of inclined path, I could hear him on the gravel to grass and then gravel again with a stop, indicating he had only gone a few metres.

"Ready? Face it, stare at it!!” I urged.
I reached out and gave him a link to my boost stream like a baton that he was ready to pick up.

 

"Can I turn away and run now?" The shadow was only a few metres away from me.

He were unsure whether he could hold it off with his stare, I knew he could do it! He then called out an uncertain "Yes." 

I pivoted and ran, it was surreal as all fuckery me fleeing and seeing this little brave boy with his determined face, staring down a monster.

Got a bit behind him and turned about and focused on the fiendish thing in the shadow.

"Okay, let it go and run behind me!"

As he ran past I said, "Face it, so I can get away again!"

Did the swap a couple more times, made it to gate... the ponce laughed out loud at the temerity of these two kids, who just eluded him –  heh heh!

We ran like rabbits up into the house, panic struck as we lost sight of the standing shadow.

 

Talked a little about it, tried mentioning it to Mum, but she was busy.

Had a quick conversation about the shadowed creep before we sat down to eat, trying to lay down paradigm definitions from scared kids - that it could not enter or do anything around the strength of Dad or something like that.

 

Later, at dinner table, a 3.5 foot high owl was at window, flapping about as though it wanted in on the feast and kept trying to land on the slanted bricks ‘neath pane in between intense stares at each of us.

Everyone exclaimed, Dad said something on how freakishly big it was, and sat back lowering his arms that were holding his utensils, looking at the thing in amazement.

Feeling the intrusiveness of the bugger looking in at us all like mice, I got out of chair and rushed it at glass, it flew backwards and landed on railing skirting veranda.

I kept gnashing at it through the glass, saying stuff, waving a ladle... but it just stared impervious.

 

Dad said to leave it be.

I returned to table as they were discussing how unusual of an owl that was …then got straight back up again, feigning that I had to use toilet.

Slipped out back door, ran quietly (shrunk energy), and rushed along veranda right at the him.

Was almost as big as me, a very large “owl” indeed!

Ha ha ha, the prick freaked out and flew off into the darkness. 

 
Went to go back in, but was overcome with "fear of the dark" and couldn't move out of the illuminated areas off the veranda - lol

I asked through the window for someone to please come out and escort me back in, as something was in the air above house - felt like more dark elves, mean and nasty, waiting to seize me or something once I got out of sight of family.

Mum finally came to corner and beckoned me impatiently; I could feel hatred and general ill-will above me.

We went inside.
 

 

 

 

Something happened later that night, unable atm to recall, was about a fight or something I had with some of them.

 

In mud atm, I think the owl might've been a Grey ...turning into an owl would take a crap load of work, that elf wasn't up to that, even though he could levitate well, pretty unlikely.

 

[Yowies / Bigfoot / Sasquatch]

In 1986 after having trained very rapidly and to some considerable proficiency in Tae Kwon do, I used to visit the mate I used to go to the club with at his family home 25kms away and we'd muck about training the whole time.

 

Emulation from magazines and movies was heaps of fun, diversifying our martial arts somewhat. Started to introduce a tiny bit of spiritual practice with our exploration of ninjutsu themes.

Mum came and picked me up, after one of my all day training and watching martial arts movies sessions.

She drove off, headlights on, as it was just past twilight. 

I was shifting into a detached spiritual state for the drive home, vaguely looking at dark forest off a ways, and day dreaming about running through the edge of the forest near the paddocks along with the car.

 

I sometimes did similar as a younger child on the bus to school,  a few times projecting and running along with the bus over fences and doing big leaps etc, until too close to physical and some saw upon return once, was asked how with looks, so I stopped doing it.

 

We were not even 200 metres along the highway when something unusual lay it’s attention upon the car from the dark woods. With what senses I had availed at that time, I “reached out” a basic scan, across paddocks and into edge of forest.

Detected a being's startled reaction to my slightly expansive glancing including his presence - which became indistinct and withdrawn but still watching me kinda.

I read something off him that he was steadying himself with support from others, or was warning or something, but he gave away that he was not alone.

 

Then without any hint of preamble, suddenly expanded my awareness to include all such individuals of that type if they were also in forest... I saw about 8 groups of 2 and 3 members spread out (each small group was average 70 feet apart from others) along the edge of the tree line, observing humans in their houses from a distance. Using some type of far-sight and quiet telepathic commune as they did.

Wild, secretive, mystical, deeply part of nature, but were sorta human.

They sensed my alarm at them, many very quickly became ethereal to my senses, I "pulled my head in” to fathom it.

 

A few seconds later, as we drove on, I felt approach of one of those beings in spirit ("astral projection").

I quickly "dumbed down" and looked innocuous, even gave off a durpy (though not unbelievably) thought of "Huh, guess it was nothing... maybe my imagination" - then moved onto surface projective thoughts of the radio and road in headlights as I tucked that memory away in a “folder”.

He left a moment or two into that, satisfied I hadn't sprung 'em or something, not sure what he thought.

 

It was about 2 kilometres down the road that I allowed the supressed experience from moments before to come back to my awareness, after checking I wasn’t being viewed.

I resolved to arrange it so I could stumble across them by being oblivious, a masked state so I could catch 'em out "accidentally" - lol.

It took a bit of timing with some arrangements made on the higher planes (I knew much more about them from that, but not accessible ‘til I get my finger out), of which I readily later lent myself to, when out of "The Forgetting" (a geas upon self for slave guise, parts of which would wear thin before being respun) would permit.

 

A week later on a lovely summer's day, my training buddy and I decided to enter the forest with our goal being the remote country rubbish dump near Yolla, Tasmania to use "forest blend" stealth to move around and see if we could do better at it.

The very area behind where I sensed those groups.

The Forest Blending I came up with at the time was just making your energy signature like that of a tree. You move with the wind, feel the branches, leaves, roots, and the sunlight being absorbed.

Then quietly come back to the sense of you being localised in a human body and let that presence of you be enjoyed, which is part of the forest symphony as human meditating

…but you hush your instrument’s “sound”.

We got fairly good at it stationary, but would slip out often when on the move by being silly teenage boys and saying either dumb or funny stuff, unless adequately focused.


As we walked down the road I laid out the plan for our training mission - lol
I suggested we use this sojourn as a whole training experience. Not just to apply our stealth mode when we got to our destination, but to approach from the first steps off the paddocks and into the forest as energetically "shrouded".

 

I had to keep my plans on stumbling over the Yowies as unknown to even me, so as not to alert the canny quarry with wayward "touches upon them".
I had placed such a distance between what I had gleaned and what I had let myself to know, that I didn’t even associate them with Bigfoot/Sasquatch or the Yowie tales after this encounter. I called them for years (only recounted it 6 times)  “Hairy Bush People” – lol, didn’t even realise how rude that sounded either! Until I gathered myself up at a few stages and let that out of a “framing” – kept the memory pigeon holed and isolated unto itself, so that when a few people did laugh I was perplexed.

We entered the forest with a melding from human domesticated land to nature (the area we entered had been flogged a bit but was recovered, connected with continuous bush into the Tarkine wilderness) …we both confirmed that distinct transition with a glance.

Breathing and moving gently with a quiet care not to unnecessarily step on twigs or brush past the scrub. So quiet as to not hear one's own breath or slow rolling "sticky" footfalls.

Our progress was very very slow and taking what seemed forever to enter the bush from grassy paddock.

 

We were some 75 feet into the forest proper, when we came across a fallen log spanning a small dry stream bed only 8 inches deep with a concentration of 5 foot high man ferns growing happily along its course.

The log was dotted with new long thin shoots rising well above our heads, across its surface.

 

As we were wending our way across it with no sounds made, myself in the fore, I could feel a very slight change in the vibrations my mate was emanating.

We had a very basic telepathic connect in "forest blend" headspace and rudimentary conveyance of intention or area of focus, I noticed the difference, even though he was still in stealth mode - it being as near silence by such.

I only very slightly bridged the gap between us telepathically, which was easy since we were good buddies, so that the most simple of thoughts sent could be heard …I didn't want it to extend into anything complex & conversational. Configured my reception of his projected thoughts to only be what we talked of as well – which kept the communication free from anything other than the most basic of things. Only really did that with him about 5 times so we didn’t develop it much …after the following freaky experience he stopped being interested in ninja stuff entirely.

 

Turning slowly, I saw that he stood roughly where I felt him stop ...yet was seemingly transfixed upon something at a ways up the stream bed through all the man ferns. 

Having now turned my body and returning closer to him tried to get his attention firstly through telepathic boop... nothing.

Then I whispered so quietly a couple of times that I wasn't sure he could hear.

I suspected it were a ruse to make me let my guard down so that he could launch an attack, as we oft did and then have fun sparring Iike crazy.

So I whacked a lil punch into his side, to which he nary responded - a blink with a slight exhale of breath.... still fully astonished by whatever held his gaze.

I didn't fully accept that he was actually seeing anything, so I asked him with stealthy whisper (a bit like “tiny man in my throat voice”), "What?"

I did so several times with increasing volume until at the level of a normal whisper, then when I’d finally reached him through his astonishment he let out a hushed and serious drawn out "Look!!" 

I was compelled by his intensity of bogglement and focus, so that I stole a glance in the bush but saw nought.
Then turned back and questioned him again, looking to where he now pointed and said "Look!" again, only slightly more urgent.

 

Seeing nothing and suspecting him still of pulling a ploy, I got fed up and asked at almost talking voice level "What? What are you looking at?" 

At this, his eyes opened wide with amazement and said louder (but not at my volume) and excitedly urged "There! Look!"

 

I still saw nothing.

Noticed that whatever he was seeing was moving by his outstretched arm and pointer finger starting to pan to his left.

I quickly put my head to his shoulder, looking down his arm and to where in the forest he was pointing.

Looked out into the bush for 1 second, focusing with allowance (key creative term, "allowing" yourself is giving yourself permission) to detect movement whilst still following the movement of his arm, before seeing the two Yowies.

 

I zeroed in with my sight & beheld two massive hairy humanoids running off to the edge of the bush from the middle of the same creek bed 90 foot up.

Saw them for over 2 and a half seconds very clearly, with my eyes attuned to the slight gloom of the woods, so that their features were undeniably evident.

At almost one second of beholding them, and as my mind started to reel with awareness of these incredible beings, the lead one was indisputably male (the other, in a likewise fashion, felt female, pretty sure I saw boobs) turned and looked at us.

As he did his eyes flashed with two pinpricks of a white light radiance.

It were a flaring up of his chi/spirit, with looking from higher levels at my overall beingness, whilst shifting into "overdrive".
(* will add example below as next post in thread: time at festival when elevated meditator was prying into my aura intrusively)

The male Yowie turned his head again to the direction in which they were running and they both simultaneously started to fade in a "lack of substance" fade out.

They were swiftly becoming insubstantial just before they got out of sight behind tree trunks and foliage. I didn’t see them fully go invisible.

 

Male well over 8 foot tall, female just under (been a bit unclear on height, legs not visible – not really looked into Yowies really, as a lot of things, will do soon. We need to know relevant info on these peeps).

The both of them, as hairy as the other. The 5 inch long hairs were very thick follicles and spaced apart enough to clearly see the brown skin underneath ...a bit like the hairs on a blow fly's bum.

The hairs on arms moved during swings, as if they were underwater… looked odd. Perhaps due to the thickness, was like bull kelp in ocean current.

Their arms were long, very large shoulder muscles and big strong hands curled as they ran.

No rear neck and skull shaping as with humans, a bit like gorillas, with large muscle mass.

Hairless face almost human, nose flat. Didn't see any bearding, or concentration of hair. Might’ve been downy hair I couldn’t see from that distance over body and on face, dunno.

 

As soon as they nipped off out of our vision, we both stood like rubbery post-gawk jaw droppers, looked at each other with dawning realisation

…and the subsequent actual feeling of my normal mundane brainset getting a lil twisty from the indisputable reality it had just witnessed:

 

two supposedly mythical creatures

just in the forest a stone's throw away

not a moment ago,

very physical,

very real.

(completing omitting the disappearing part to myself, in my frenetic pace)

 

I suggested "Let's go talk to them" - being quite fearless from all the martial arts and unconsciously running off my arranged "script" - at which my friend blanched.

 

Realised we couldn't hesitate, so exclaiming "C'mon! Quick, let's go!" Running & jumping off the log to our right, he did also to the left.

 

We covered the distance rapidly, seeing as we sprinted about all the time and were presently in that mood of primed prowess.

 

Keeping my eye on landmark branches and several trees we ran to the spot, exchanged a few excited words (not sure what they were).

We met in the middle of the gully where they had run from, it was a crossroads for animals with a number of well-worn small trails. Both scurried about looking for large heavy looking footprints, finding nothing big except for prints from 1 cow old and recent from distant paddocks.

 

Hurriedly asked of him, "So what did you see? After all you must have been looking at them for 30 plus seconds at least!"

"Well, they were standing here somewhere," he said, roughly indicating the area where I stood.

I glanced about, with another quick look for prints, to no avail. So pressed him for more "What were they doing?"

"They were bent over a bush” he supplied simply.

I furtively looked about and reaching out a hand to healthy large bush behind and to my left "What? This bush?"

"Yeah" he said, looking over the other vegetation in that spot "That one."

Being in "mortal mind" I looked at it as just a plant.

He then related in detail how the shorter of the two, whom we both agreed female, was gently fingertip touching and stroking the leaves.

Would stare at the bush for a moment then look to the slightly stooped male standing behind her shoulder off to the side a little. 

They would seem to confer without moving their lips but were nodding and making various discussive gestures of the head and she would turn and apparently commune with the plant some more.

I tried to figure it out a coupla times from illusion-state, came up with that she was using it is a can string phone of sorts, via the roots to other plants and seeding her consciousness as project but with nature spirit vibe as disguise to any humans with sight to see. Think I came to that conclusion after considering what I would do in their situation, …might be barking up the wrong shrubbery. That bit is still conjecture for the moment.

 

This leaf stroking thing they were doing the whole time he was watching them, he said, until my voice alerted them to our presence, to which they both looked at each other in an alarmed fashion and stood proper, beginning to run.

I inquired "You saw them begin to run off. They were about... here, and they were running across.... what, here?" gesturing about the place.

"Yeah, and the bigger one in the front turned and looked at us", Barney (not his real name) agreed.

"Yep, and then what?" - knowing this was where I had seen them start to fade out.

"You're going to think I'm nuts" he reluctantly said.

"Nah, go on - can't get any nuttier than this."

"Well”, he said a bit uncertainly, "after the larger one turned back to where they were running.... they sort of ...started disappearing."

"Oh my god!!!!!" I exclaimed, with appropriate arm flap.

"What?" he said defensively, thinking I was mocking his admission.

"No no, I'm not taking the piss out of you. I saw the same thing!!"

 

At that he looked relaxed, yet I continued to his consternation...

 

"It's just that I thought if I said it first you might go along with what I said" (young lads). He countered that now he was left wondering if I did the same thing, I barely reassured him with my no.

At this cessation in our brief discussion, we turned our attention back to the beings not too far gone from where we were.

"They went up there in that direction" needlessly pointing it out, indicating NW up some of the animal trails making the spot a thoroughfare. "Do you think we should follow them?" I tentatively postulated.

"No way. I didn't even want to chase up to where they were here."

"Aw c'mon, it's not like we could hurt them. Did you see how big his arms were??" I reasoned.

"I don't think we should. Probably best to leave them alone." Barney said with a tone of finality.

"But they're Bigfoot, bigfeet... Sasquatch, you know, we could go and talk to them. Maybe they're frightened of humans!? We could meet them!"

My friend's face said that he didn't like the sound of that notion.

"Oh..." I said aloud as it occurred to me "What if they're not friendly?"

To which we both looked up to the bush. 

When suddenly, from them more than likely observing us, in the direction which they had just ran came a tremendous noise.

Which I had been describing in the retelling of this encounter as an extremely powerful man wielding a rubber coated sledgehammer mightily thwacking a big hollow gum tree. That was the impression that came to me as I tried to fit it into my everday mind.

The sound was basal and sonorous, a "WHUUMMP, WHUUMMP, WHUUMMP" it went.

Akin to when a kangaroo has a reposition hop-too in the undergrowth, but magnified ridiculously loud.

We were a bit shocked, and looked to each other a little uncertain, but not really overmuch as the excitement of this surreal thing being tangible was still at the fore.

"What do you reckon that was about? Do you think that was them warning us to leave them alone?" Barney ventured.

"Maybe" I admitted, "...though it's not everyday you get this kind of opportunity. I say we go up to where that sound came from, where they are, and apologise for scaring them!"

"I dunno..." he began,

 

but I interjected and was starting on the move again with "We'll just go up to where they roughly are now and call out to them. Show them we mean no harm. We could meet them and be introduced to their world! Imagine, being friends with bigfoot!" I laughed.

Running through the bush, I called out “It sounded like a thumping on a big hollow gum tree, try and find it!"

We zigzagged a little, but in the general direction of the loud Whuummp noises… until we came upon a large gum tree in very thick scrub.

“Do you think this is it!?” he asked. I was doubtful, slowly coming to terms that the whuummp noises weren’t perhaps actually anything to do with a tree.

“Dunno…. maybe it wasn’t a tree, but their chests they were thumping? However they made that noise… they looked very strong.”

I then realised just how out of our depth we were, that they could be anywhere nearby looking at us, and more than capable of literally tearing us limb from limb, like someone could do with a sandwich.

“Maybe they were giving us a warning to rack off, and we’ve just chased them… they might attack us!?”
As I said this, I looked at Barney whose face drained of colour and I got cold chills, the hairs on the back of my neck raised up.

Then nearby another very loud and very close "WHUUMMP. WHUUMMP. WHUUMMP” happened.

Both of us flinched and recoiled.

Then about 300 metres ahead of us another "WHUUMMP. WHUUMMP. WHUUMMP”, then another to the left about 1 km away, then another only 50 metres, etc. 

All up about 20 or so very loud and loaded with warning “WHUUMMPS”, all in an arc in front of us (I presume it was the pairing of Yowies I felt on the car ride, arrayed out in the bush).

Both of us suddenly became very scared and looked at each other in fear. I took control and directed “Let’s go!!” Called out “Sorry!!!!” towards the noises as we started to head back in the vague direction towards the edge of the forest.

 

I stopped for Barney to catch up twice as he was visibly panicking and losing energy quickly, and faced the direction we'd fled from. It felt about 5 were on our tails, and were peering menacingly at us. 

I stood in a rigid tae kwon do defensive stance letting Barney catch up. I gave him some of my energy, I glanced back at him and saw he was dashing on, not pausing to make sure I was good too …ya what!?! lol

I caught up to him again, after quitting my energy boost for the nobber, and we spilled out onto a paddock.

“Keep going, we have to get to the road, they don’t like the road or something! Especially the barbed wire barrier!!! RUN!!!” I called.

That was of course a load of bollocks, more of a thing with certain types of spirits.

Panting, sweating and wheezing, we ran and ran across the grass and up a hill to the road. I looked around several times and could feel the big male let us feel him looking at us from the edge of the forest.

I called out again “Sorry!!! Sorry for chasing you! …we didn’t understand!”

After jumping the barb wire fence, calming down and walking a bit, we briefly talked of the encounter. Barney saying he’d never return to the area – lol.

Some weeks later in Barney’s company, I tried to talk about the Yowie encounter. He looked confused, and then remembered after I recounted it to him, with great surprise that he could’ve forgotten such a thing.

He looked scared.

Another day, not that long after, I tried talking about it with him again, he denied it repeatedly until I described it in detail, then he looked ashen-faced and sat down.

The last time a week after that, I brought it up and he started to remember ...though he got angry at me and outright refused to entertain any such notions, walking away brusquely and wouldn’t let himself access the notion.

 

I’ve seen the same thing in people forgetting high vibration experiences (as with many alien encounters) and the memory block causes them existential pain to even approach it under casual circumstances.

 

Three years later and 5 kms to the east, I was renting a farm with my ex wife, had 9 young blokes ready for a shooting party with 8 rifles.

We sat in the edge of the forest waiting for it to get darker.

One lad told a spooky story, and then another.

I related my Yowie account, and during the last description of me and Barney being shitscared and running away, a tremendous "WHUUMMP, WHUMMP, WHUUMMP" happened 14 feet away right next to us!

All these lads with guns ...we all ran out of the forest, across the paddocks and back home to the farmhouse - lol

 

Some years later I had the opportunity to share the initial encounter with an aboriginal man who I felt had spiritual exposure to the topic.

I relayed to him the two accounts, and 3 additional stories I'd been told from other people in Tasmania.

 

He sat back, after listening to me quietly for some time, and exclaimed "I'll be fucked!! I didn't think they were in Tasmania!"

 

I became excited, realising this bloke knew something and was about to tell me.

He said his river tribe from South Australia call them "______", which means "Ghosts" (just gonna redact that, dunno if they want to be known). I became crestfallen and looked disappointed. "Do you mean they're like spirits?"

"No. They are called _____ because they're able to behave like ghosts. They have the keys to the other dimensions."

O.O

That was all I needed to hear, epic and then some!!

He said his people would be told to keep away from certain places, when they were of age & initiated, thereupon being let in on some of the special lore and ways of things.

 

 

I suspect they are used on multiple star systems, as there are a lot of these newer Soul-Farms that have human type “cattle” for the Soul-Devourers on them.

This is not the case for older farms, all sorts of alien species inhabit the ranks of their desired & achieved farming state.
There is talk of seeing them on spacecraft with The Enemy. Might just be a few of them are being used, I got no passive readings off them other than they had to get out of sight ...they’re very good at hiding things.

That they live subterranean makes a lot of sense, that with the indications from legends of trolls and the accounts of the Vanarars. Will be fascinating to learn about their way of life.

 

Heard tell of little ones getting about northern NSW, perhaps evolved from an earlier form of the homo- floresiensis “hobbits”. A bloke told me they call them Nimbinis, and they’re mischievous.
 

I wonder if the cases of Bigfoot stealing people is from madness from a human reality override and displacement, making them crazed and to behave like Morlocks of Wells’ fiction. Or whether some branches of them are just like that.

We’ll be putting a stop to that in any case.

 

The different hair colours reported seem logical for genetic dispersal, but we’ve had reports of all sorts here. Perhaps indicative of being well travelled through their networks, or some aspect of signifying age.

 

That they might be also traveling about through space with the baddies, is a possibility according to some witnesses.

To what degree they’re in league with The Enemy, or at all, will have to be ascertained.
 

 

[Saturnian Witch Cult]

Witch is a broad sweeping term, nowadays due to the popularization of Wicca and Witchcraft you get all sorts of good people pursuing it.
Which is cool.
It is fine to engage in such practices, except for the false “gods” bit …oh, and jeepers, some of those techniques/approaches which are really rather bad! lol
 

A lot of batty bints/superstitious ning nongs tend to carry on gesticulating in the air, "snatching at fairies", don't need books to lead someone down the wrong path and into dark Witchery.

 

To those who cast seemingly innocuous curses – c'mon, ffs please desist and do what you can to reform your world, a reckoning is nigh and your actual goodness may be overlooked as the multi-planular interstellar war for Liberty of Humanity begins.

Very doubtful there will be time for case by case, you silly buggers playing at that sort of thing are marked and might wanna start fixing your errs now.

 

There are plenty of goblin souled Witch polluters, and the clowns that fawn on them, around wherever there are enough humans for them to go unnoticed.

 

All sorts of darksome human creeps can be found where most would not suspect: 

Judges, doctors, police, lawyers, army, firefighters, etc gather for an evening as normal …invitations given to promising people who could be swayed at gatherings. If accepted, they incrementally sink into the filth, depravity, influences beyond human boundaries and become corrupted.

The seduction and perversions into darkness are rife amongst our societies on all levels.

 

For a long time I sought the company of those who were into the same push to evolve, western hermetics (was another role) ...ended up amongst naughty magicians and psychic suckers it turned out time and again. A futile and pointless yearn but by golly I have seen the overwhelm of opportunity in such people let them fall so often - sure, they get some knick-knacks, but they lose integrity of soul.

 

Many of the actual cultists (not the scores of people just having fun and being pleasant or larping) keep their darkness shelved quite effectively, only bringing it out in private or when in pack with other smelly bums.

 

 

 

In 1993, it was about 10:30pm I was a bit drunk and walking along shopfronts in Burnie, Tasmania, on our way to a different bar but spread out & trailing after two mates.

 

Feeling a group of possible practitioners ahead doing some sort of amorphous actions. I kept my head down and only displayed surface glib interests in mystical stuff hoping to bump into whoever it might be.

Other higher perspicacity was likewise put through “muffler” earlier in the day, so... “Let’s go this way fellas”.

 

The other two were ahead a bit, as I passed by a shop and my attention was drawn to what was being generated energetically inside there, but also the bawdiness of the scene through the glass of shop door.

 

There inside the front area of the store, partially on a ramp, was 30 or so people naked and writhing in an orgy on the floor, an older man seated (lol, only just realized on review he was sitting on some of them) with a white short neatly cropped hair and beard holding a large ornate book with metal and leather binding, reciting some fiendish nonsense from it!

Words given power by presence of the evocated daughters of darkness and then their Queen at some point during the proceedings.

Yet I kept walking whilst facing this weird spectacle, so that what I saw got out of view.

Uttered “What the fuck!?!?!” and stepped backwards three steps to look back in through the glass at what I just saw.

 

They were not visible, could see details on the street light illuminated carpet as I peered in, Mr Drunky lower mind was confused for half a second but could feel them all still there.
 

I called out “Oi!” and could feel a few of them startled, but the main conductor of their creepy ceremony settled them.

They were all now motionless despite mid coitus or other sexual activity, apparently used to this part of their game.

I was looking at each of them (none of them could feel I saw them), got a good look at faces of who was in there (seems actual evil covens swap, I’d done scans in the area for practitioners 1 year before and had seen 3 of the women in a different one).

 

I got annoyed at them hiding like that. Said a few drunk things to try and make them lose their cool and be more apparent.

Started loudly tapping on the windowed door, amazed at the gall of the pricks....thanks to being somewhat in the Forgetting, I thought of them as fellow magick practitioners who might be like me …kept making that mistake far too many times for poor clueless me (part of a role that served).

 

Keen to get their attention, I said to them my name and a mate “Nemorensis” (not his name on driver's licence), recommended that they seek us out as we were also into Magick and are looking for a group, then trundled off – what a retarded thing to do, was looking for peers n pals I spose, but still - lol.

 

Those bumheads were conducting a form of infusing their repugnant fake “goddess” into various shop fronts as per perverse custom of antiquity.

Travelling on the lower astral to visible appearance, so most people could see them during their precipitation down almost onto the physical plane without truesight. They were visible with my truesight blinkered drastically.

The elementrys they make during these offensive rites stick to the area and can seep into people’s auric field if vulnerable.

Other things (all sorts of astral constructs) garlanded about for effects also. Got only the tiniest glimpse of a store owner in the folds of their sorcery, makes sense they would link it like that with location.
They were projecting from a townhouse on the sloped valley about a km away.

 

Clutches of dastardly villains like those idiots do this bullshit in every "western"/European population centre and surrounds …very easy to notice their “footprints” in rural areas. Spreading the corruption and influence of their false "goddess" wherever humans meet/”pass through commonly” in society.

Rape, torture, murder and cannibalism is not as common in the lower rungs, yet almost all of them had that telltale murderer vibe from participating in some larger ritual with “bigger toads”.

Not bothered to look into their souls as I was busy keeping my head down most of the last 50+ years.

 

I used to go around cleaning Burnie, some people agreed that I was odd doing pathing that included all blocks.
I was doing it in part due to those drongos and their chums.

 

 

 

A month later during a stage of sleep, I was drawn by a salacious summons to one of these orgies (had been to 2, but was wrecked by 'em, don't recall much). I felt some of what they were up to and was intrigued, so I flew to a house wherefrom the “ribbon” came, where they were conducting another one of their foul rites.

Once there, I was tricked by masque wearer scumbags high on drugs and high on the presence of their Dark Queen of Night “a goddess” of monstrous beguiling slatterns and vampires.

The ratbags then proceeded to use me as a battery, became appeasingly dulcified and inebriated with some sort of intoxifying effect.

The leader dude was there again, reciting his chanting dribble, which brought more of their vile fake “goddess” to presence - the invocations & ensorcelments weren’t necessary, plenty of the daughters of perversity nearby those twits.
Useful fools/tools for baddies.

 

A couple of months later, Nemorensis said he was invited to meet a coven and asked if I wanted to come, as one of the females asked for me specifically to come with him. 

 

There was the white haired dude in a the loungeroom of a house in Ridgley (rural area south of Burnie) with 8 females and a few blokes drinking wine in a hallway, turns out he was working for the main regional newspaper "The Advocate", as were some of the women.

The room in which we sat, having some joints and a few drinks, was full of young sexy vivacious looking women (but befoulled by concourse with demonic forces, I could sense each had been possessed by the Queen of Night, a remnant miasma which gave them all a disgusting taint).

I was motioned to sit down along the wall with others, my mate to sit in middle facing the nonce conducting that god awful show of presumptuous imbeciles gleefully working for The Enemy. 

 

An interview of sorts was conducted, with most of them focused on Nemorensis. The leader guy and him had a philosophical discourse, with various of the tarts interjecting, totally ignoring me - lol, good.

 

I leant over and supplied simple elucidations to their back and forth testing of knowledge to a woman sitting near me (she was the woman who Russel later whispered in nethers that she received and used as spell), she raised eyebrows after 4th comment and said to leader ponce that I reckoned he should be talking to me. Erm, no ...wait! lol

 

He turned around trying to overpower me with his presence and did a pretty lame scan of me, but since I was in the Forgetting, he dismissed me as beneath him with a contemptuous sneer - ha ha ha, what a noob!!
All of those people held respectable jobs and were involved a little in community activities, at casual appraise they don't appear like they're rotten eggs.

 

We left, Nemorensis as usual didn't say diddly about it or them to me, went on to mingle with 'em a bunch ...bruh, seriously? lol
 

A number of so-called "friends" used to try and persistently through the years every time we met and hung out, to cast their paltry visualizations and incantations on me. I only let on a few times to them so maybe they should reconsider that sort of stuff, next time I would see ‘em they'd be back to old tricks – was exhausting trying to stay friendly with piggies, but that too has served.

 

Anyways,

a few more months later, I felt another summons during sleep with a sexy alluring female practitioner beckoning me. I arrived on the lower astral to a house behind the Beach hotel in Burnie, which hadn't been built yet (later knocked down to be the cinema), but was foreseen and used to house the filthy debauched orgy.

 

This time three girls ensorcelled me as I entered, then withdrew into the writhing mass when I became intoxicated and dropped to the floor, as a man with a piece of paper who had been calling my name underneath the female beckoning me with summons, rose up from behind a prone female form where head been doing something to her vagina with his face and calling my name into it.

He appeared a little bit troubled, and looked me in the eye, as I fought the further diminishment of my senses while leader prick was reading from book again up on a stool which helped to make the Dark Bitch near Saturn more present. The man was prompted to homosexual snogging of me, which is when I felt a bit too disgusted and passed out.

 

In 1997 I met Russel, the low key dandy in person (he looked vaguely familiar, but I didn't recognise him) in a house with another fella in late 90s, where a partially awake Islander dude said that he was a bit magickal "for real" and was amazed by him.

I asked stuff, he knew nothing apparently about spiritual mechanics, said he just kept ending up in strange places where other people would be doing stuff and they would thank him for turning up then provide him with all sorts of gifts (money, places to stay, booze and drugs, clothes). 

He was a pisshead and hung about drug users, but always wore a suit and looked well groomed but had the look of a gambler.

Conversation got a bit uncomfortable when he was asking about me like he knew me, so I left looking for party of people that were supposed to be in that house.

 

 

Around 2013, I was kinda working as a night manager in a backpackers, when Russel came and rented a room. We got to talking, as I was very friendly with almost all guests, I had said I was from Burnie area, he said he was too, leaned back and looked at me in a strange way.

 

Another day we got to talking and he prefaced it with talking about paranormal stuff, eventually describing to me intensely how he was invited to go to an orgy (which he often went to, twice a month on average the group ones he said) by a sexy woman he used to bed who'd take him to these gatherings (he'd been handed around amongst them).

They gave him drugs and a masque, then a piece of paper with my name on it - and was directed to start reciting it over and over when prompted during what turned into a freaky ritual, with a guy reading weird incantations out of a big fancy book which made the drugs kick in a lot more and he got a lot more high.

 

He said he was surprised as I appeared as a ghost through the wall, then became sort of solid as I stood before them, and a woman whispered in his ear to get it on with me (gross), which he found a bit confronting, and looked me in the eyes.

He said he remembered my eyes distinctly (perhaps when I was present in the moment and looked at him due to that hesitation drop).

 

My "everyday caught in the illusion" self blew out as that was a helluva confirmation of what I already knew to have been real.

A very different feel to the several levels of dreaming and astral journeying, to have someone talk about it that was there.

 

I saw an OTO arsehole (you guys shoulda disbanded and reformed, w/e, offer still stands) meet him, he didn't come back for his things, then I had a vision of that youngster cutting his head off (usually that means entirely removing someone's "where's yer head at", but this felt like punishment as well) for breaking some oath or something agreed to.

 

 

 

I was summoned to a bunch of different orgies by different people, was funny seeing friends IRL there and then looking them in the eye next time I saw them – lol!

Most likely due to me wearing a silver pentagram necklace I had made and doing the rounds of the city a fair bit.
I wasn't included physically in these activities due to my holding firm to the flag of Liberty ...been called a Christian by "psychic" peeps a few times due to holding Light, wtf!? lol

 

At the family home of some psychic folk, one of their sons used to often be trying open tricks on me, was pretty dum. One day I heard the shitter actually tell a girl who was trying to bring Light to that family to go out and get my attention, that “You can trip off him!!”. Unfortunately she did and got a little bit of the torrent I was generating through eyes back then …tsk tsk, fail, don't passively vamp on purpose.

 

 

 

Brunhilde (not her real name, a good egg) told me one day how she and her sugar-daddy boyfriend, psychically jiggy, were on a small trip down to Bruny island (south Tasmania), parked their car down a remote road near the water edge and lit a fire as the sun was descending.

 

Not long after, a car of oddbodd people turned up and invited them to a party, supplying them with directions.

She said she’d rather just have a nice couple time at the water, but he eventually talked her around.

 

They drove there, where about a hundred plus people were gathering outside and inside a large farmhouse, sharing out all sorts of drugs, getting ready by donning masks and capes.

 

They offered a plate of all sorts of drugs on it to them, but Brunhilde declined. They were playing eerie ambient music that had disruptive and jarring bits to it that helped make the atmosphere. Don't recall the lighting she described, can imagine what it woulda been like.

 

I think she said a horn was blown (dayum, coupla details elude me atm, ah well), music stopped, then they all went outside to a bonfire where music of drums and flute were played, the mask wearing creeps dancing around it.

Wasn't long before a disrobing and more dancing, then a big orgy around the fire as some man was chanting a littany of strange ghoulish words.

Brunhilde said to Spongebob (lol) that she had enough and was leaving, he tried to make her join in, but she outright refused and said that he could stay if he wanted to, but this wasn’t her cup of tea (huzzah, luv ya mate).

She said could feel the drawing in of the evil Dark Bitch presence and told him she was gonna run for it if he didn't drive her out of there. He relented and they went back to their camp spot.

She was troubled by the whole thing, and I think parted ways with him not long after.

 

 

The cultists bathe in the invoked presence of the queen of night, when invoked some of what is going on ground level can be known directly.
This gives them a boosted psychic sense …that masks what is actually happening, as they are withered of their essence during those gatherings and eventually look haggard and ugly (ugly of soul – it seeps into the physical to eventually distort one's countenance).
 

Well, dance with devils, whaddya expect!? lol
 

[Has David Icke ever spoken about alchemy?]

I recommend to read his books or watch his very enjoyable and highly informative videos, he talks on it though not in an instructional sense.

Alchemists who do not know the conditions of the box they are in will ultimately fail. Most spiritually fecund folk do not have a clue on all the puppeteering going on.
I was tricked into serving The Enemy in a number of ways last incarnation, really irked me to review it all and see what they did. Bloody cheeky grubs, I turned into such a twaddling ninny - lol.

Every single reasonably advanced practitioner I've seen, who are not under the wing of the Enemy, are actually stumbling around and being subtly misled. Unaware of something that is very much a major obstacle in what is normally a straightforward organic process on worlds not so wrought as these outrageous Soul-Farms.

The higher level dedicated spirits of corruption who are geared specifically for those who would actively spirit evolve, are also a major problem that despite all the very insistent warnings we put in the grimoires, so many silly sausages still let themselves be seduced by.
They don't use bumbling fumblers for such attacks (unless as distraction), it is no wonder really that many are fooled so; as I mentioned, I was sucked in big time. Yeesh, soz everyone. :/

When I turned around last death, all those "fellows" still in body who would contact me were dark of spirit and soul, it was very shocking & dismaying to see so many dickheads where there should have been knights for Liberty. Was partially my fault for promulgating such garbage that should have been gold (snakes mistaken to be ladders), yet the Watchers and other peons of The Enemy make sure to sour the milk.

What David Icke has bravely done in exposing elements of The Enemy, is epic!

The multifaceted illusions being pounded down on us thin out that little bit extra, as more of us become aware of the scam.

A great time to be here :)

[who are the channeled beings? why don't they talk about the reincarnation trap unless they are part of the team that keeps us trapped?]

Channeling spirits is spectacularly stoopid.

No offence intended to those who do, I've done it in other incarnations.

Observed too many angelic "guides" who are compromised, tell them to bugger off too.

Things are not normal here on Earth.

The only thing worth channeling is your own source deep within.

The "god/s" of contemporaneous human religions in favour, are localised deities to this solar system. Pretty insignificant little twerps when compared to some players in this galaxy.

I speak in derisive tones for what these false blaggards have been doing is asking for a stout hoof to the backside!

We are indeed in a trap in this solar system, more of a "battery hens" situation in a cage - though it is not the case that we're forced into endless cycles of reincarnating ...you have a choice any time you have not committed yourself to a physical sojourn (that can be broken by a soul if so desirous, but it "cuts n hurts" to do that), to stay n play in the higher planes, or attempt access to one of the many heavens about the place that meets your level of shiny.
 

 

The Yeshua one is a lil higher than some yet strangely so easy to get into, even for those not yet availed heavenly nurturing ...they even come to you - lol.

 

Will talk on that alacritously rude interruption later, he seems ok I guess, but the dude's scene & surrounds is dodgy asf.

They take in anyone regardless of how very not ready they are!! Jeepers, not contrary to why we are here or suspicious at all! Nooooo.
[^ SARCASM ALERT]



The likelihood of you returning here for another incarnation is extremely high, because we enter the physical plane and play out the impermanence for a very dear and important reason.
Every soul is particularly excited to have another crack at it.
Just more word-munchies for an "air bloated stomach", until you discover it for yourself.

[Alien Hybrids up to no good]

 

At age 27 late one evening, had been doing a bit of honing (magickal “jumping jacks” and “tumbling rolls”), went to watch some TV at parent’s house, even though I had to look through more earth-eyes (lowering of vibrations for to enjoy the show from a point of obliviousness).

Got comfy and settled in to watch Star Trek Next Generation, then Voyager in back-to-back airings.

I'd already seen that TNG episode a couple of times, so I lay back and lolled about on couch, moving slightly back into enhanced state.

 

Whilst 15% attention sporadically on television still, I felt a projection commence that was intended to stir terrible unease.

A familiar fear being lain down blanketly from somewhere!

 

"Where the %#$@* is that coming from?" I postulated, rearranging myself to know. Did scans of outside and on higher planes, determined the source was from the telly.

 

"Wth? ...but it's just star trek, didn’t get this feeling last time I watched this episode... so!?"

 

It persisted, and now started changing slightly... I moved my head to the side a fair bit to look at screen as I'd done a few times - seeing picture in the illume coming off glass, about 2 inches from screen. Cathode ray screen/bulb.

 

Did that so I could watch the picture in the air in front of tv, which I’d first used as child when not allowed to view a screen directly once – lol.

 

 

Tuning to all similar frequencies I allowed it to be expanded and spread out so I could discern almost all of it.

Stretched and spread the radiance out kinda, expanded to be about 35 inches. More of a striated spectrum in the transmission then, with picture only a portion of it at the fore section, that was defined as a sheet which you would typically see when watching a show.
I could see about 20 distinct frames ( I did that I think, as I tried to put it into an external workspace), with many in between, the Hybrid signal at 5 from back roughly.

 

Could feel the ominous vile push-down as part of the lower frequency and found the signal hidden in there at the rear and lower down (indicative of the bandwidth or something I guess), it was another screen hidden literally underneath the human transmission.
 

Bringing it to a bit more resolution like normal shows, there in a dull greyish (a vague sense of horror even upon the walls in that room) studio, behind a plain desk ...very much like a news presenter's, sat 3 hybrids streaming their oppressive will upon the passive viewers.

 

First had bulbous head, but normalish face, 2nd had the big black eyes and small mouth, but normalish sized head, third had bulbous head, black eyes but human nose and mouth (I know they were wearing plain clothing, though I do not recall atm, later will add edit posts to each thread when active again).

 

In the instant seeing them as I brought the resolution up, recalled that I knew of this telly trick as a baby, and it was not just that night but of some well beaten regularity (memory suppression until subject re-enters state. Some of you will equate that with when tripping and “we’re back!”). It was unbeknownst to me from my own hand that I should not look at that stuff atm …oops, soz me (like when you pull a bandaid off too early).

 

Even though the knowledge was there that I should withdraw, I was too shocked and riled from earth-mind involve during the startled bit and started to get angry ...but then I saw two of the scoundrels notice my disgust of evil & urge to kick ‘em up the bums amongst the thousands in Tasmania watching. They moved their heads about a bit, like a dog looking for scent.

 

Ahhh, erm, was a bit too loud on the “grrrr” there.

 

Quickly withdrew into a durp face with a couple of bs thoughts about what I must’ve seen.
I was looked at and marked with a bunch of others, but they didn’t single me out as whoever that just was – dayum, gotta be careful bro.

:P

 

 

Proceeding weeks went through the hurdles of abductions and examinations etc, yanked out a few implants the nonces whack in.

One implant was really odd! On waking reflection, the night’s encounter felt different too (didn’t bother to examine back then, heaps other wyrdness going on, will do soon).

It was unlike any implant I’d sensed and then chucked. In shift from abduction to bed, I had “caught” the potentially burrowing implant and left a “post-it-note” for myself to go to right nostril upon waking plod to toilet.

 

When back in bedroom, I started to draw out a long-hardened boogie that must’ve been inside the sinus,.

 

During extraction it went from boogie to clear snot like mucus.

Yet, it looked kinda wrong.

Like it was from a solution blobbed in my nose that I’d chosen to wear not as they wanted (# include time of ventolin inhaler hesitancy and making of crystal from chemicals on tongue, heaps salient), had an unusual jelly-like resilience to the mucus.

 

It continued coming out of my nose like an endless clown’s sleeve tissue, as I carefully made sure to get all of the detritus out.

The width stayed the same until the end bit where was a larger rounded lump of clear mucus with 3 distinct wriggly red veins in it, like a chicken egg that is partially incubated. The whole thing held between my hands and sagging a bit estimated to be roughly 130cm.

I called out to my Mum if she could grab a camera for a pic of this amazing snot/alien implant – she was not keen, so I just plopped it onto a table and observed as it began to lose structure and break down, like other temp implants but with more rapidity.

The blood vessels also eventually turned into a red smear in the puddled clearish liquid, no longer anything like when I extracted it.

 

 

It felt like the Hybrid signal was coming from a subterranean base not too far away (probs no closer than 60kms). Not one they took abductees to apparently, as was unfamiliar to me at the time.

 

 

 

Detection of Hybrid hidden transmissions might be possible with old VHS tapes, the creepy “stare” has a distinct fear inducing unease factor, that is how you’ll pinpoint the buggers.
Likely shows would be those on otherworldly or paranormal themes.

[Shitty Shitty Bang Bang]

Content warning! Thar be floaters.

O.o

 

The following accounts are to supply understanding for what the giraffe-necked creepazoid Reptilian shape-wearers (they seem to shift, not so, will describe that with “Reptilians in a Car” post) are doing with their "phone home" finger up a person's a-hole.

As will be detailed more thoroughly in my thread “Alien Home Invasion”.

 

In the summer of 1976/77 at age 5, one afternoon I went to relieve my bladder and at lifting the lid of toilet saw a log of fecal matter in the pool, with some red under it.

Was my sister's unflushed poo (looked at it due to flare of auric-paint with accompanying menses) had her energy, a little of her presence still on it.

Like a bunch of flowers on a compost heap, disintegrating slowly, breaking down, losing cohesion.

I flushed it, noting as it went, that there was a feeling of her in a remnant signature from meal the night before that I was there for, and also of some stress from bickering, self-loathing thoughts, rebelliousness, plus thoughts from her school study.

Like a footprint in short grass, which fades away... or like a peal of sound. These indelible imprints were energy-consciousness, but had no animating force to drive it on, so would eventually fade into inactivity and be stilled like a painting.

 

After that, I used to look back at my own arse leavings and could see recent occurrences imprinted, as what had passed through my internals had been coloured by experience during time was passed through digestive tract.

The Reptilians poke their digit all the way up past 2nd sphincter ring into the sigmoid colon area, the space between 2nd and 3rd chakras where the dan tien is.

Experiences worn by earth-mind drops down as reactive waves from mental level into emotional before they settle into twinkled striations in the light formations of the lowest level field that the physical is anchored to. Our thoughts do indeed affect our physical health.

Here the Reptilian poker seems to read imagery from using the print side of finger to detect what, I do not currently know. I suspect they evolved to do that as a tracking tool on the condition and mindset of prey, most humans used to be able to do a similar thing with nose and scat.

When they’re reading from inside a human body with their fingies, is like when a baby is inside another person’s consciousness, the analysing has less of what you get when reading another’s energy fields, but more of the inside experience of the one who lived/thought through it. You get more than surface or projected thoughts basically.

 

That hokey pokey that they do is an easy way for hard to detect intrusion into someone’s spirit to remain a background quiet tap noise.

When someone reads the aura of a sensitive person, that person can feel it like an intruder with dirty hands going through their packed good-linen drawers.

Reading pressed/folded in waves of thought forms in the passage of excretion will leave barely any “footprints”, only the emphasized (so if one does get to there, misdirection leads to tactile distract) sense of anal penetration that has a memory dampen on it, just a small “small itch” back there.

 

Parents and older siblings would laugh at my waving & singing goodbye to my turds when someone would pass by as I came out of loo – lol

I wasn’t seen as weird when young really, as I didn’t speak of what was going on unless compelled to do so. Used to telepathically talk with birds, animals, shrubberies, trees, and various spirits... though only a few broonie type frens when really young.

Saw a nasty and dangerous broonie that was more of a goblin at a cranky old lady's house once when with Mum visiting (still a baby). I turned awareness of them off after seeing a few more yucky house spirits that were noticing me notice them. Yikes!

Wasn’t until early 30s that I had one appear to me through my “wool over eyes”, conveying a appreciation for my respect of the homeowner Lillian, who she drew a lot of her inspiration from.

Many of the cute ones I’ve seen look like various forms of the Nisse, vibe of house is very much in a broonie. There is 2 parts to a house spirit form, as with plants and us. One part of us that is sticky taped to the physical – our spirit, and one part of us that is celestial – our soul.

Broonies can travel, but it is rare and peculiar to do so ...unless a household of folk with a dash of wit, then they tend to be more developed.

Christmas elves are a thing, kinda :P …broonies take up the cause of celebration and festivities form those who live in house. Been to a number of places feeling and smelling the childhood joy of Christmas when kids think it is real, that was tickled up with the help of loving broonies (only common denominator apart from good people, is vigorous well kept gardens at those places).

 

Back to the dunny talk…

 

One day, after saying cheerio to shits for 2 weeks, I wondered where they were going, so astrally followed a flush.

After seeing it, I asked Dad why we had a concrete house across the road and under the ground for our faeces to be stored in.

He described the septic tank process, which got my imagination working - lol.

 

Some weeks later, I had a wonderful series of family and personal experiences, and an angel watching it all bless me after I did some helpful energy movements on others during a lunch outside - so I blessed him back 4x for being a good egg, similar to that which he had showered me with but amped up, he was astonished, I laughed and quickly returned to normal boy in front of him.

He lingered for about 7 hours I guess on the edge of our family activities, presumably trying to work me out, was too busy being numb. I allowed myself to lift & brighten again after I did one of my low level scans to check if he was still observing.

Later that evening, upon popping out a shit, turning round to say goodbye, I saw this one was different... “accidentally” (was part of the editing of fate by Watcher pricks after that blessing, which was wrought before I started this incarnation) lending it presence with my heightened focus. I painted it slightly moreso than usual feelings, gave that shit a “shoe shine”.

As flushing, I wondered of this “special turd” going into the mass of poo that was accumulating down there under nearby paddock.

That night during sleep, I stupidly (lower mind can be such a mewling fool) walked in (spirit body of light) and looked down at toilet.

I flew down the pipes and into the septic tank.

Found that turd, reduced myself a fair bit & interacted with it, on a low level. Was funny to boy me, as it was like talking to a limited version of myself, but made of shit.

Saw "he" was going to deteriorate into the rest of the slop at some point... so I suggested we hang out first and I give him a small boost to give him some longevity.

Then it got feckin weird, as I enlivened and re-coalesced about 9 other shits into "lifefulness" (easier if newer), didn’t want him to get lonely - lol.

As we were hanging out and at my goading for them to express, some of them replayed comedy lines from television. One even got up and did a David Bowie song from Countdown (music tv show), I made an astral guitar and mic stand for them.

I gave more and more energy to animate them all, about 30+ turds had come to life - me orchestrating it. We had a party for about half an hour.

All the partygoers were slightly different versions of my family, personified in shit - lol!

I then had enough and just left ‘em to their fun, thinking foolishly (was tired from some of them draining off me and had moved into more lower mind) they'd be fine and just diminish once they were over it too... oops.

 

After a few days (there were 3 attempts to beseech me to return, but I declined) I felt the unfettered shit circus do a Voltron assemble and came looking for more "power ups" during my sleep. Basically, a hungry shit golem.

Since I was caught in diminished state, it ended up chasing me around the house on the lower astral, looking for my attention, my life energy each night.
Got all up in my face and would take so much energy from me - gah. I would forget and go to toilet, to be set upon by a shit-spirit who would scare the crap out of me …any energy would do, more raised the better.

Started pissing the bed again as I was too scared to go to the toilet when everyone else was asleep, didn’t matter, the grub would come into room.

 

Was funny to family as I called the reason for my pissing myself was the toilet monster. Looked a bit like a Bottersnike, out of a kid's book "Bottersnikes and Gumbles".

The "toilet monster" chased me on the astral and would be beside bed way too often, was not good. I didn’t dispel it as was going through some stuff which would later see the death of my dearest lil friend at the time (will post that, as during the incident there are several things worth presenting about universal mechanics), a move by the scumbag Watcher assigned to edit my life.

 

Took a while to reduce, but still was attached like a leech, then finally disintegrated the elementry/astral golem after I allowed a ghoul to latch onto me (totally my fault, frick) and we moved house, when the “Toilet monster” travelled to new place, I destroyed it ....lol, what a load of shit that was! Shoulda done that before, d’oh!
 

Unfortunately, the ghoul was doing its thing in a “pocket reality” if you like, so I didn’t know about it anymore and assumed he had just left. Was very confused as to why I kept pissing myself each night, felt a bit more alive (no more drain from toilet monster) but was still getting weak and sick all the time from nightly visits I was oblivious to.
 

Will post final ghoul fend off (“Finish him!”) after 6 more years enduring that (applicable example for others), but not proper resolve, in this thread next.

[Clooties and Trees]

One day, mid 90's, I walked around the back of a shed and beheld a 7ft tall apple tree growing in a pile of rubble. It had done a great job of growing in poor conditions, no other plants except for a couple bits of grass here and there.

Noticing several small scraggly apples, I picked one, which made the feminine spirit of the tree to take a squiz with aloof interest. Spirit of tree mostly was in topmost part branches and foliage, facing the sun at 11am position in basking glory, so only afforded me a turn of eye briefly.

 

I had to smash the picked apple with a rock to get inside, was almost wood. Barely a smell, tiny bit of perhaps edible near core, but would taste bad.

Walked off a bit and considered this hardy tree, she was stunted, should have been much larger, but was still fruiting.

 

I thought it might be fun to do something, as a bit of a treat to confirm to kin about potentials.

 

Went back, my aura brightened a little. Re-entered her field, and got her attention by projecting indirectly, very clear imagery of my verbalisations.

During a small monologue, whilst holding the apple for inspection, I communicated of how they were no good to eat.

Tree spirit was looking right at me, dispassionately though.

I turned gently but directly, to look into the eyes of the spirit in the upper section of tree.

Offered to "vault" her, vaguely visualising a tasty apple, so that she could make better fruit, which might spread her seed more readily. Over the next few days, I'd return with loaded water and would lightfully "fluff up her sheets, and make her bed".

She was keen now – lol

I recalled we had some good juice in the fridge, so informed her I'd be right back.

 

Asked family about why tree wasn't looked after, they just saw it as a fluke and left it to its own devices, as was never going to produce in that rubble. I suggested cryptically that maybe they'd change their mind soon.

BOING - off I sprang.

Got a bottle of mostly filled water, with half a cup of really delicious 100% apple juice. Which I sip and swish tasted, to get my "instrument" in tune.

Went outside, did some chi-kung to start off and increased vivacity of my light, held bottle before me and loaded it with vitalised energy, a hint of enhanced apple essence.

Then held it to the sun, imbuing it with Light of Life, condensing life energy from air and ground.

 

On way to tree, scanned her over shed, she'd gone back to solar bathing. She could feel my auric touch, but stayed still.

I stepped up to her and we communed, then lifted her energies whilst simultaneously pouring libations here and there at near edge of roots, sprinkled some on leaves & bark. All with an overall "delicious apple" vibe, which she understood.

Stayed with her for about 4 mins, stimulating, combing, clarifying from root to tip.

I stepped back, and asked what she thought, and was it a go?

She was delighted, and confirmed.

 

I told others, the struggling tree producing the hard woody apple, next year might surprise them. Described what I was doing. They were a bit skeptical, but knew a little of my Wyrdness, so were noncommittal.

Next day I walked towards shed, she was waiting and eager, she reached out over top of shed as nymph and excitedly cheered. She looked definitely more robust. (:

I repeated the "vaulting".

Third day as I approached shed, she almost lept on me with giggles, she was that enthused – lol

 

Visiting a year later, I walked up and saw her much larger apples, increased in number. The foliage looking vibrant, though little overall growth.

I greeted her, she smiled, a hint of hope that she'd done ok yet behind that was confidence.

I picked an apple (all of them looked very appealing), it smelt great.

Took a bite and was flabbergasted!

It was exquisite,

better than the tastes I conveyed to her!

The dramatic difference, from previous season, actually spun me out.

I just found myself munching like a ravenous man, 'til was only half ...oops, a bit of pulp will help, so I tossed it as far as I could.

Smiling, I congratulated her and emphasized just what an awesome job she'd done. "Look, here, I can't stop myself", laughed as I picked another, took a few bites and piffed it (to land naturally).

She was thrilled, lifted her head and made a sound I could barely hear (was preoccupied chomping - lol), some sort of singing to the landscape.

I kept munching a last bite, and gathered 10 more, said I was off to bury 8 of these. She shimmered with cheer.

Took 2 to kin and they were astonished.

 

Heard that cool tree kept it up over the years.

 

If of a wit to actively infuse & increase Light of a plant, do make sure to "turn your lights off when you go out", to let go after current engage.

Not helpful to be leaky bucket.

 

When looking at the aura of a plant, notice that there are little "packets" or chunks of rainbow that get absorbed from Earth and pass up each root and into the main body & earthen auric levels of the plant, being expressed/metabolised throughout its total energy field.

Humans do something similar with their connections to Earth beneath them.

 

Grounding is a wonderful practice!

…it is an echo of the action of Love that the Soul has in tryst with this planet.

 

A good practice throughout your day is to take a moment to breathe at peace, centre ourselves and feel the connection with the Earth beneath us.

 

 

As a person sloughs off bits of the illusion, the greater panorama of Life becomes more apparent to their senses.

It is increasingly generally understood that flora have emotional states, but they also have spirits & personalities as inferred.

Some not only have a quip, but have lore to share.

 

I was 6 years old (1977), in the garden during a pleasant day, admiring the energy of flowering bushes.

Upon inspiration arrived at during dreamscape deliberations, I was of a mind to have a telepathic chat (spirit-mind speak) ...but the flowering bush I tried, she was too busy lightly interacting with bees, that busyness looked beautiful. She (a feminine spirit form that was inside and about the bush) did give me a quick smile from my brightened "touch" and enjoyment of the spectacle.

 

One bush further along with no flowers, briefly talked, but reminded me how I'd thwacked his branch tips with malice, heaps once (I was playing a baddy, oops)... awfully ashamed, I apologized.

He liked that, but I moved off anyway, feeling a bit guilty.

 

Gathered myself anew, reaffirmed to be looking for a higher tone of conversation. I lifted "search parameters" a bit to include higher plant intelligences that might be up for some dialogue, noticed a few large tree consciousnesses quite near.

Walked across the gravel turning circle to a line of tall pines, that were planted along a fence line parallel to the road.

 

Tree auras are large, I entered his field in respect, my head down, and felt an indifferent glance as my bright self approached.

I sat between some large roots at the trunk, and snuggled in.

As I lay against it could feel his life force inside, roots to leaf tips – wanted to approach from the physical first.

Found where his thinking was localised (shifts), under some larger limbs, up over halfway. Rather than talking with a "tree's knees", I sought his "face". Wasn't defined, he lay deep throughout the wood, living and core.

 

I sent a hello, but was not heard. I attuned more and felt his mind's workings ...durp, I'd forgotten how methodically slow conversing with them can be - not so with projected fae/dryad aspect though.
Was nice to obtain ‘The Lord of the Rings’ some years later and read the bit about Ents.
 

So, I slowed my hello a fair bit …still not slow enough.

Remaining in tune with him, this time my patient telepathic "Hello" took 8 seconds.

This he heard, which surprised him as it was on their level, but was not interested in a human that was so different in thinking.

Whooa!

Jaded, I would find out (something about previous farm owner). Most trees quite like humans, lots even love us.

 

I spoke three sentences reflecting my love for life, my love for the plant kingdom, and a tiny bit of my intent in being here.

 

He gradually turned attention during these declarations. Then asked in the same long drawn out manner, but with a large "voice", why do I make the effort to engage him?

 

I stipulated that I would be arranging greater relationships, between nature spirits and humans who’ve lost the connection & knowledge of the green heart (most are too busy doing their thing to care, I was fortunate he had rankled at something).

 

This "raised an eyebrow". He was quite interested now.

 

Older, and if having observed and liked humans, personalities are affected. 

This tree had a predisposition, I inquired but slipped frequency for a little while. Got distracted by looking at the situation third person for a couple of minutes, upon my alarmed retuning, he was still telling the story, so I hadn't missed much - phew.

Important to maintain cordiality. I didn't really hear what the previous farm owner had done. So moved on.

 

Showed him a series of visions (astral animations I constructed), describing a potential, mentioned earlier.

 

He was pleased.

Then after a while considering, asked if I would bear witness to something precious to trees.

I was very honoured, didn’t expect this!

 

He sang me two relatively short songs (took forever in the telling, I slipped out of focus a few more times, had to relax and let him do his thing), one shared amongst trees, the other a partial composition of his own.

 

A lot of imagery concerning their lives, easily relatable to humans (growth, community & self, big "small-talk" about the weather - lol), with emotional cadence conveying depth of the concepts.

 

Mention of a local hero, a far traversing "gnome" magician in 1st song pricked my ears.

Just one verse on how it had valiantly leaped through the branches, coming to the rescue, with a won wand-flute used to dispel dark leech things of corruption - very easy to recall imagery, as was exciting.

 

Asked my opinion of his singing and work (2nd song), I complimented him, tried to be a good critique, but apparently I didn't get the conclusion of the theme, fumbled a bit as a kid - lol

 

We were philosophising further, discussing human and tree interaction

...when a 100 foot high angelic looking Nature spirit glided from the east to settle above him & the avenue of trees, 60ft in the air. 

As he hovered, he changed the colour of some of his beams and articulated his posture of Light as a connect with the trees.

 

The tree I was talking with, abruptly disengaged to change his mind set and lift his energies up to praise/connect with the large air elemental. At the same time as the rest of the trees nearby.

 

Huh? Kinda rude to break off mid-sentence, I thought - lol.

I picked myself up, and walked off, turned around to examine big Nature spirit.

Interesting being, I scanned him to see more of his purpose (in a slightly miffed manner). 
 

The bright face whipped around to stare at me with reproach and puzzlement - oops, yikes! 

 

Lol, I turned, powered down and walked to the house.

 

*nonchalant whistling & scuffing kicks*

 

:P

 

Shared a "high five", a few times with tree's spirit, when us kids went playing, and were walking past.
(:

[Alien Home Invasion]

# The trigger:

 

At age 9 (1980), after a couple hours of gallivanting as soul-self doing various works far, returned to location of my sleeping body at about 3am.

I had ignored a few signifiers that something was up (barely glancing back), as my Earth-self (spirit) was oft weathered by things.

 

 

Getting nearish to home, began to merge again into one being, focused love upon my physical form.

 

Then loved my 2 brothers in the same room, other siblings and parents

…Mum was not with Dad in their bed, so I expanded focus a lil.

 

Huh, she was not in the house at this time of night!?

Expanding more to include outside and farm surrounds.

I saw my Mum was outside the back door on the concrete path being escorted by 3 strange men, who felt like detectives. Wth!?

 

[ I was still merging into one entity again, whilst doing this, part of my Earth consciousness restrained on the bed was at the fore of general consciousness as we/I looked. Hence I reacted from that mind and did not look far enough to see the hovering ship nearby. ]

 

Immediately re-entered my body. Discovered there was an energy net of restriction and dampening keeping me down as I tried to get out of bed, so after 2nd attempt to sit up, willed myself through it.

 

Then lept out and shouted for the others to wake up, that our Mum was outside with some strangers trying to take her away.

They were all be-stilled at the lower mind in their beds, with eyes partly open set on some series of presented images, so that they may be focused on that instead of sensing what was occurring around them.

 

One brother woke slightly (after dragging him to wakefulness, but still in the net) and scolded me for being stupid, rolled over and dropped to sleep. So, I quickly moved to go outside.

 

 

Exiting the door, I saw Mum in her nightie and the men, all single file walking away along the path towards the carport, which was around the corner of house and down a slight slope.

 

Each stiffly walking man was dressed identical.

Black well fitted suit, shirt, tie, with a black brimmed hat. Skin very pallid with a sickly hue, black sunglasses, black neat hair (that could be viewed).

Just assumed afterwards that they were some sort of US military or FBI personnel working with aliens, as that vibe (for earth me, learnt from US cinema/tv broadcasts) came off them a bit. Reptilians cobber.

 

Mum was 2nd in line.

I called out hesitantly “Hey Mum!”

 

She did not respond, but the men all turned to look at who had spoken.

The last in line pointed a finger at my forehead and I instantly blacked out.

 

Instead of moving to where I was directed to with my mind, I surged back and woke up.

They had only moved a couple of steps, I called out again “Mum!!”, to no response.

 

The last man turned at me once more, again pointing finger at my forehead – this time I started to resist but was too slow. Seeing his hand trail his finger downwards as I fell into stupor and blacked out.

 

Snapping out again, I yelled “MUUUUMMM!!! What are you doing!?” this time reaching out with more urgency & heartfelt anguish.

She shook a little and then turned around slowly, also speaking in a slow manner as she assured me “It’s ok, go back to bed. I have an appointment.”

It felt like she was controlled when she looked at me with unfocused eyes and said that.

Mum turned around, ignoring my reasoning with her. I took a step and the last man in line opened his coat and pulled out of its pocket a 10-inch (roughly) long, half inch wide silver rod.

 

He declared “Oh, you’re interesting, we’ll be back to investigate you”, then aimed his silver wand thing at me.

Pointing that at my forehead was much stronger, seemed to amplify his current.

I fell unconscious again, struggling to get back awake.

 

Then after the shrug off was open eyed again, but they had all moved away a few metres. Running to get closer, I yelled for my mother, got nought except for the strange men’s attention.

The last man turned fully to me this time and really concentrated, getting assistance from others in the carport area.

 

I awoke from being blacked out once again, to see no one on the path. I reached out and felt that she was in the area of the gravel car turning circle around the house, so ran. To my mostly boy-self surprise, she was being levitated upwards, which made me run faster.

 

Turned the corner and saw no one there, they were gone. Ran to the end of the path and garden gate before the gravel reaching out for her again.

Could hazily see she was with a heap more beings being taken away on a ship. They were watching me, and I suspect used one of the light tricks (will talk of in-home invasion incident), no idea atm, but they quelled my movements somehow and were trying to force me to go back inside to sleep - with a partial authority seemingly coming from Mum, as well as the ship itself.

 

I resisted, struggling to open my eyes …I stood there unwavering for must have been a couple of hours, managing to open eyes to a squint before failing into almost unconsciousness.

Struggling to resist the commands put upon me so strongly was all my focus, I didn’t have time for leg fatigue or anything.

During one of the moments of eyelid openings I saw on the lightening horizon that dawn was near.

 

Suddenly she there next to me, putting a hand on arm to rouse me! The sun had risen.

 

“What are you doing out here in your pyjamas?” she asked, in amused tones.

 

My stunned boy self was confused, as I had another layer of command put upon me to forget …when they returned, I guess.

I started crying, so relieved that they returned her, asking where she had been with the men in the spaceship, but she just looked at me quizzically for a moment and then continued to laugh.

 

I realised they had done what had been put upon me to forget, and asked

"Where were you just now?"

She looked down at the carport and I saw her wonder for a sec, she tried to rationalise it, then got a bit fearful of losing her marbles, so she urged us both back inside and didn't want to address the issue anymore.

 

I forgot about it after breakfast, when us kids started mucking about.

 

 

[Saturnian Witch Cult]

In 1971, on a sunny afternoon in a western Sydney suburb, I was a baby seated in a highchair at the end of the kitchen table where Mum and Dad were sitting at the corner within reach and could see me.

I was enjoying the pleasant discussions they were having about their future and that of several loved ones.

Other child siblings were nearby outside, but out of my focused awareness at the time.

 

I felt a loud incoming energy of human intention focused on the room, specifically my Mother.
I quickly reduced myself, as a lens was placed to view people there; from their end it was simply a shared cast scry for several.

The viewers had a brief discussion, a female confirmed, before “hefting themselves” towards target.

In through the wall came 6 humans in spirit projection (astral traveling) all clad in black assorted clothing. A few thoughts of my parents from some social gathering event flickered as they stood glaring.

One female who felt new to that group was eagerly sadistic, seemingly the most vociferous of them in choosing Mum to be messed with.

Something to do with when that person was a girl, but she didn’t go over whatever it was so I didn’t glean, at that time was only being aware of projected energies as I had to maintain “just a baby”.

 

Watched for a while as they fabricated and pulled marionette strings on Mum.

When she looked to be about to say something, that woman would interfere with a surge of possession and redirection.

Which caused Mum to say nasty things (it was the mouth of that woman speaking through her).

That shocked her each time she found herself not saying her formulated thoughts but horrible things at Dad, she started crying and professing to Dad that she felt that she was going crazy, she didn’t mean to say those things.

They got up, he consoling her, and left the room for the bathroom.

 

The six scoundrels guffawed and flailed about in great humour, at causing harm.

 

I certainly got incensed at what they did, but moreso at how they were reveling in doing an obvious wrong.

Despite being in a vulnerable baby state, I called out (telepathically)

"STOP!”

 

at which they looked at me eyebrows raised.

 

“How dare you!! Get out of here at once!" I demanded.

 

They started, turned to one another in surprise, then approached me menacingly with stooped postures and hands out (like claws) as if wading through a chest deep bog (seemed a bit rehearsed, lame).

A man stated "The little #%$# can see us can he!?"

"YOU LITTLE #@^%#!" another piped in, as a few more projected thoughts were flung by the others.

They bounced off each other with indirect whimsical and mad questions about me, threatened to visit in bodies and do evil to my family, all the while grinning at my baby fear and anguish ...quite vulgar.

 

After 4 days of them returning and hassling me (different scenes played out), I finally started to shut down, got sick on purpose to see if they would relent. Nope.

I kept my 2 selves mostly separate when they were present, but had managed to at least put some “cotton wool” about my physical form, which didn’t help that much really as they pecked and pecked.

 

Incursions ceased after about 10 days of sporadic popping in, especially the last two times when I managed to effect apparent numbness to their presence and seem like I was all physical focused.

 

These twits are traitors to humanity, serving/worshipping The Enemy.

Title of post refers to who they serve amongst the pentad of false "gods".

 
Will make posts on further incidents that relate to this information.

[Alien Hybrids up to no good]

Keep bumping into naughty alien goobers on Earth in this lifetime (one of many intended experiences toyed with by Watcher dolts, so not quite as envisioned), mostly in spiritual realms, but also in a number of physical instances.
The aliens in question are those of the Soul-Farming cabal, The Enemy that reign unmolested in their wickedness here where they are confident territory is secured.

 

Just gonna share a few experiences that are either head scratching or didactic.

This one is an example of how aliens are methodically administering their inflictions and distractions from within human structures …sometimes with human help:

 

 

In 1982, my two brothers closest in age and I ( I was 11) attended an evening of plays at the Burnie Civic Centre in NW Tasmania, hosted by the Country Women’s Association.

 

Of course, sneaking off into the rest of the complex was obligatory, being empty and a warren to explore for adventurous lil scamps. :) 

We crept about, seeking the source for a much bandied about tale of a ghost that enjoyed harassing actors & staff.

I lifted my consciousness a bit, sensed 2 human spirits lingering but too insubstantial and withdrawn to be so active as in descriptions.

 

At an upper balcony in an empty theatre we called out for the ghost, which had been given a name - lol, turns out it was a built up elementary started off by some demonstrably careless people.

In its form aside from human spirit influence, it drew itself together up from later human energetic imprints on curtains, carpets, dressing rooms, etc. So looked kinda like a heap of folded carpets with head area and appendages, sorta.

We paint our world with our Light, elementaries are pretty much focused egregores, but some are fashioned by those with the wit to do so.

 

Pretty disappointing at that time, I said nought about the clothy chap - very rarely talking overmuch of wyrd details with anyone, usually only the kid’s game that might surround something of that nature.

 

I declared looking for a ghost was dumb (as a call to move on and remove our investment in that folly), that I couldn't feel anything anyway. In saying this I reached out my scans, now including underneath us as well

 

…detected a gaggle of oddbods secret and hidden in the lowest part of the building (also a lil darksome). In touching upon it, I had some insight from that morning about what it was, but kept my earthly self unaware, to let the encounter unfold naturally.

 

We'd rummaged about looking upstairs... now was for us to search low.

 

“Follow me, there is something going on underneath!!”

 

So, we giddily ran about some more, then entered the southern stairwell, racing like maniacs down to the very bottom and a door.

 

I turned and made the "shh" motion, declaring from headspace of young boy:

 

"In there are secret agents spying on the audience we should be in!"

 

(gah, close, but no plum kid)

 

I tested the door handle, it was unlocked!

 

Looking back to brothers with a daring grin, I suddenly opened door and thrust my head through the gap, pulling door in a lil at neck to minimize being noticed.

 

The room had 40 of a specific type of hybrid sitting in rows at desks/stations, and an authoritative woman in her mid-30's standing in front as a coordinator of sorts (she looked entirely normal, except she felt like a zoo handler rather than a facilitator).

 

The otherwise empty space was full of desk/consoles at which each hybrid was sat.

They were connected to devices as large as a toaster but tailored to plop onto a surface, on each table top from a black matte metallic looking face mask (only obscuring lower part of face, a bit reminiscent of fighter pilot masks) with 3 black ribbed tubes to the contraptions/"computers" before each of them (also made of the same material).

 

Whispers and loaded breaths were conveyed from them through the tubes unto the subjects they were assigned to torment/ meddle with.

Those devices were in stark contrast to the desks which weren’t too dissimilar to stuff we had at school, something that stuck out at the time.

 

It could have been seen as a call centre, except it was most definitely not.

I saw what the nearest boofhead was looking at: sickly green electrical business amongst burbling clouds in various other shades of green on convex bubble-like screens, mounted in more black metal.

If the operator focused, flickering jumpy images of someone's mind or echoes of their presence during the Earthly life most recent appeared.

I reckon they used those rigs so as to be undetectable to any with “the eyes to see” in the audience or nearby, as similarly detailed in a Yowie account will post later.

 

The heads were larger than humans, but not to the proportions of greys. Same eyes as Greys, but mouth and nose slightly more human. Skin complexion was that of the other hybrids, not quite Greys, but not human looking either.

I felt sorry for them, all attached up like that and dedicated to such a deranged task ...in effect "touching" one with a smidge of condescending compassion.

 

Until one in the 2^nd row nearest, looked right at me as I pitied him. Oops!

He was focused 90% on work still, not yet registering my presence as an interloper (slight distraction, certainly).

 

Then as child-me involuntarily gasped at the person/thing facing me, the woman in front of this awful assembly glanced at noise not from direction expected and saw me.

She turned back and abruptly called for attention to her charges, urging them to furtherly apply themselves for increased results in English (she sort of covered my arse by doing that ...and perhaps her own).
 

I pulled my head back, and closed the door - ready to swing wide open so my brothers could witness also.

 

"Get ready to run after you see what's in there!"

 

I yanked upon the door, only made it 20+cms - that woman was right there with firm grasp on door handle, sternly stating in low tones "No you don't!",

then pulled door closed, followed with the audible click of its lock.

 

I exclaimed rapidly how they are actually alien weirdos doing a series of manipulation attacks upon the people in the packed theatre.

They pointed out it was only me that saw into the room, as I looked to each for similar shock reactions as myself.

 

We all became a bit trepidatious after a moment of silence and some situational perspective, thereupon agreeing it was time to retreat out of there... I gave 'em a head start and then bashed on door, shouting some feebly rude things.

 

We ran and ran – lol
 

 

The most odd thing about all of that is the woman did not have a blackened spirit, she was not an obviously bad person.

Was not military, not one of the worshippers of the Queen of Night (the evil psychic, though lacking spiritual breadth, orgy goers that are pretty much spread everywhere, from cities to towns there are groups of the grots), not from a colluding agency… she seemed likeable, unfortunate she took the job – awww.

 

No alien pong on her at cursory appraisal, quite remarkable – as it seems to be part of the ruse to pass innocuously as “just over here bein’ hewmun” when enacting such clandestine villainy in close proximity to targets.

At first sense of the group downstairs (as child partially aware) I didn’t feel anything alien, just a bunch of people up to some sort of officiated adult mischief.
Others doing scans would’ve most probably likewise got the same obfuscation, an interesting aspect of the bs illusions going on that requires attention & dissemination.

[Hello fellow Truth seekers]

Thanks mate

 

[Hello fellow Truth seekers]

Currently, a white bearded bloke living in Tasmania.

 

Thank you David Icke! <3

 

Known about The Enemy for a long time, though on my way to this solar system deep within their seized territory and throughout these 8 Earth lives, I've observed some nice quality peeks at the machinations of the cheeky buggers from inside their operation.

 

Here to happily share.