Alien Abductions and the Monarch Project

[Donovan]

LilyPat,

This is why I wish more had some standard occult knowledge. Group minds are taken very seriously in standard occult teaching. What is known is that if any person can become a leader and encourage others around them to ‘pray and meditate’…, no matter how strong the minds are of the followers they will start to have the same thoughts as the leader. However, in the bigger picture our society is throwing off the weirder aspects of cults. At this point, unlike say the sixties, it is hard for some Indian guru to come over and have some sort of easy large following. This is one of the beneficial aspects of the eclectic new age. In fact seems, at least to a certain extent, society has taken an ‘inoculation’ to this sort of stuff. Not that cults cannot also serve a useful function, act as ‘bell jars’ for concepts to correctly grow before being introduced.

Perhaps just my experience but the :"Stare fixedly at your navels and, emphatically, do NOT *EVER* peer behind the curtain!" aspect you are talking about seems to be steadily decreasing. As for MCF types boards, best to post it all down and forget. Again not to try ‘string pushing’.

Government mind control is now part of the abduction scene. Some very old techniques, such as been used on you. Some rather new. ‘Mind control’ in the general sense seems to be used by ‘ETs’ (otherworldly, again want of better expression), this can be crossover into physical or entirely in other dimensions as the human resides in more than one dimension. The weirder it gets the more potential for growth. In fact think the entire program is designed to slow to the point wherein we must realize it is ‘all of above’ before we can progress.

But we should also realize that some sort of 'mind control' (if this be allowing some memories, not others at a given time) is also practiced by our own 'soul'/'higher-self' if we look at the simple process of waking and sleeping, that simple twice a day transformation.

The predators here decrease in power as they live off of unbalanced energy, some living off of fear. There is a big difference between ‘power over’ and ‘power of’. We are learning to take back our power. Sometimes this entails confronting the ‘others’, often just on ignoring them and demonstrating personal power. Easier stated than done. Job of knowing at any given moment what is in our 'Zorro' circle and what is not. Not easy.

[soulsurvivor]

I may have already stated this, but I'm almost certain that a huge influence comes from what I call the future humans, those humans that easily traverse "time". Hell, I call em nonhumans too because they have lost their capacity for human compassion. And I know them because they were the ones inside the black triangle craft that intruded on the reality I had created for myself and for just a few seconds I could "read" their thoughts. I could sense the first one was shocked when I did that, but I was immediately blocked and not allowed to continue. I think it was a "he". I don't think gender matters a whole hell of a lot for them. The second "being" in the 2nd black triangle didn't allow much remote viewing either. I felt as though both of them were sizing me up though. Did a pretty damn good job of it too cause my perfect reality crashed very soon after their unwelcome and unannounced visit.

I have since come to understand that certain mind control drugs don't work exactly like they're supposed to on me. Part of the reason why my inner self came outside of myself in the hospital was because they had given me that memory-blocker drug. The damn stuff doesn't work on me. I'm aware, and I remember. When they were pulling that pelvic heart pump out of me I was begging them to give me something for pain, and they weren't listening to me. I guess they thought I was just mumbling under the influence of their miracle drug. So, my inner self raised up out of me, pointed a finger at all of them in that room and proceeded to scream that they were evil MF's for not listening and causing me so much pain. I'll never forget the fright and shock on their faces as this happened. There were 3 Catholics in the room - they made the sign of the cross. As inner self laid back down in me, I proceeded to scream at the top of my lungs as they finished their whatever. I must have passed out for a few, but the next thing I remember is the lead doctor down in my face, angrily spitting and telling me that I should be down on my knees thanking god that they would even be helping me. And I'll never forget thinking that yea right, I guess you think I'm supposed to get up and do that right now.

I know what fighting to live and exist is all about. I have an inner self that already knows and is eternal. I'm not unique.

[OpLan]

I just come across this,thought it might be relevent to the thread..
Karla Turner - UFO & MIlitary Abductions - 1994 Lecture - Part 1 of 4

heres a website dedicated to her work.I haven't heard of her before now.

[Hugh Manatee Wins]

I just come across this,thought it might be relevent to the thread..
Karla Turner - UFO & MIlitary Abductions - 1994 Lecture - Part 1 of 4

heres a website dedicated to her work.I haven't heard of her before now.

Seems Karla Turner is not alive.

If she was exposing the hoax of abductions, then this site has hijacked her work and included it with the work of Phil Schneider who is a disinfo operative.

Just what I saw on the front page, haven't read Turner's stuff yet.

[LilyPatToo]

OpLan, on the bottom of page 8 of this thread, I linked to both Turner's work and also to Katharina Wilson's great work on the same subject. Here are the URLs again

Karla Turner's "Taken" -- http://bb.1asphost.com/taken/

Katharina Wilson's "Project Open Mind" -- http://www.alienjigsaw.com/Part_IV/pomintro.html

Since both women were respected abduction researchers who stumbled upon the mystery behind the mystery in the course of investigating many cases, their work is especially important to present when confronting MC skeptics/debunkers/naysayers who are fascinated with their abducting aliens. Both women resisted the information at first, but eventually found too much evidence for human "spooks" working in the alien abduction field to be able to ignore it. Both believe implicitly in the existence of aliens. Oh--and both died untimely deaths, too.

Back when they were alive and writing, I was undergoing MILABs and struggling in the West Coast "Kindly Space Brothers" abductee community to find any support at all for the frightening and very invasive things that were happening to me. The most broadminded people I met were willing to accept--tentatively and very reluctantly--that the intel agencies might be "re-abducting" alien abductees to "learn more about the aliens", but no one was ready to suggest that many alien abductions in the so-called "developed" Western world might be being faked as part of a wholly-human mind control program.

I wish that more of Leah Haley's writing was available online--her take on what's happening has always resonated with me. She too uses humor to handle some of the grief/stress/trauma around the things that were done to her--my favorite is her acronym OMAG (Obnoxious Military/Government Agent) Her two books should be required reading for every abductee. The ones for adults are "Lost Was The Key" and "Unlocking Alien Closets: Abductions, Mind Control and Spirituality" and she also writes children's books on alien contact. Here's a link to a page of reviews -- http://www.leahhaley.com/Book%20reviews.htm Her books can be bought here -- http://greenleafpublications.com/ushop/index.cgi?ID=NKV51D

When I met her (and Melinda Leslie) at a local UFO convention, she told me she was getting beneath some of the screen memories of alien abductions that she had implicitly believed were real and finding--guess what?--human doctors/scientists and probable intelligence agents. So I'm wishing she'd write another book about it soon--she now recalls seeing the polyester doubleknit fabric on one "alien" that she got close to, including a patch neatly sewn into the costume. (To read a brief account by a woman who, as a slender child, was forced to wear one of those costumes, go here -- http://www.reflectionsinthenight.com/grey_aliens.htm)

A LOT of us are peering beneath the alien costume (or should that be "behind the curtain"?) and asking questions that certain elements of our government/military/industrial complex would much prefer we left unasked. It's not just me, though we're few in number at present, since doing so online gets just about everyone POed at us--the abductee community and, especially, the fascist Right-wingers who would give *anything* to be part of a real mind control program's intel operative staff and have power over helpless test subjects/slaves.

LilyPat

(Edited to add to that last sentence: and 99% of the Left--who SHOULD be looking hard at the MC data and are instead burying their heads in the sand with their fingers in their ears And when something forces them to momentarily disinter their heads, they immediately begin loudly chanting "LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!" so as not to inadvertently learn of mind control programs...<bleh!>)

[Donovan]

LilyPat, thanks for link to Taken. Wonderful. Below are some snips with
my higlights: First is from 'Pat" First the diatonic enters:

“So are unexplained physical marks on abductees' bodies, and here again Pat fits the pattern. In the summer of 1993, Pat discovered an unusual design on her inner wrist, a circle of six dots with a seventh dot in the center. This design, incidentally, was reported in a handful of cases in 1991 and 1992, and it may not be a coincidence that these cases have mostly come from Florida, where Pat lives.
A little later, diatonics again !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:
'Then a voice said to me, Get up, child, and look to the Nebulous. It can take you there. And in my dream I got up and unlocked my back door and looked up in a daytime sky and saw a most beautiful circle of lights with one light in the middle, spinning around like marquee lights on a movie house, all spinning in golden color. It was beautiful, and the voice said I could not go now, because in that dream I was pleading to go to the Nebulous now. When he said I couldn't go now, I begged him to let me see it when I was in my conscious mind. He said he would, but I haven't seen it yet. It was like a wondrous thing for another time in my life. But my overall feeling was that I would have died to go to this Nebulous.

Now, Polly:

Exactly two months later, on October 7, Pat received a related communication while in a conscious state of mind, explaining the "Nebulous." A voice said, The Nebulous is a code; the code has been broken. Pat saw a whole Nebulous followed by a broken one. "I could see a jellylike stuff that connected the dots," she described. "I knew that the Nebulous was then something that was in our bodies when we were created. When we were created, we were supposed to have a perfect Nebulous. This gave us personal contact with our Creator. When the Nebulous was broken, by disobedience, we no longer had personal contact with the Creator. We had to adapt to living on our own, thus losing our innocence and pure state of being in human form."

Now, Polly:


My communicator identified himself as a professor in a Russian university. I had a sense of it being near Kiev. At night he would privately beam out psychic messages toward the West in an effort to expose a situation of psychic warfare which he claimed was being waged between political powers worldwide, and in an effort to help bring about peace between the then-USSR and the West.

(My note, same as Lenigrad. Crop would come from Rustov on Don.)

Liza:
Later, in 1993, Lisa had experienced another dream-event about this situation. "Dreamed of showing my new body to some friends," her journal records, "and reading to them from a special book about humankind. I was reading with some clear instrument like a triangle. Don't remember what I was reading." This scenario of reading a book during an encounter, by the way, is a little-known detail reported in a number of separate cases.
(symbol to lead to diatonic. all in sequence.)
Anita:
This first event occurred during the middle of the night, when something woke Anita. "Looking around," she recalled, "I saw a multicolored triangle moving against my bedroom wall." She could see that the object had a device or design in its center, where pink, orange, and other colors were moving around.
(Triangle, triangle spins, triangle has different colors within)

Her reaction to this strange sight reflects a maddening yet typical response that abductees report in such situations. Instead of reacting with surprise, curiosity, and even consternation, as would a person whose mind was not being controlled, her response was quite passive.

"I thought, A mandala, how pretty," she said, "then I just went back to sleep." This is apparently a programmed response that other abductees report, and it has proven usually to precede an encounter. If anything else occurred that night with Anita, however, she had no memory, conscious or dream-

And some of those answers have been impossible to understand. In addition to the communications which made some sort of sense-it only works when the year arrives and transmogrify, for example-Anita has also gotten messages containing unknown words and meaningless phrases, including one puzzling reference to star -planet fill.

Jane

Jane then described a brilliant "room made of light" that felt like a "cocoon." She sat and was "studied" by one of the tall, pale men. This one had light hair, although the others had hair of various jewel-like colors. They mentally discussed the things she "knows" but cannot access consciously. He told her that the knowledge would "come" to Jane when she was "ready," explaining that "each energy has to be built up, strengthened, before it can withstand the whole thing. It has to be adjusted to move in different ways of coping and seeing, and that's not easy because there are clumps of resistance in all of us."
(possible need for harsh 'sexual' adjustments, different motive, same methedology)

"I have suddenly understood that I must give myself to the Awakening. I understood this as if it were being told to me. There is a strong sense of urgency. I must respect my mother and all other things. To not hurt things, to live and let live. The time will come when they will present themselves to me in my reality. Won't be long. As angels they are in the mists of our mind. Give myself to the awakening. Do things in a good and calm matter, and everything will be okay."

On April 22, 1993, she had another revelation. "I 'understand' I'm to get all my notes together for Karla and her work," she wrote. "What I have will be very helpful to her and is to be given freely as she asks. I'm to make special efforts to share all with her. She is very important as a voice that will introduce increased realization throughout the world. She is one of many who introduce the awareness to awakening."

At one point during all this, but I can't remember when, I was also told that the power-hungry governments of the earth were going to be very surprised because their worst nightmare was about to come true, that even they hadn't fully estimated the effect the Voyagers' arrival would have on the worldwide human population, or the rapid growth of their influence; that they (govt.) still hadn't fully accepted that it was a losing battle and eventually they will acquiesce."

Angie:
The oldest man replied, but she was beginning to have a hard time understanding everything he said. She thought he said the group belonged to an organization called "High Shelf" which worked mainly in "special underground stations." He also told her that she and other "Chosen Ones" were part of a mind-control project, to "carry instructions and temperance, via thought transference" to other people.
Once he answered her questions, he began an interrogation about her life.

(the obvious difference between who is in control and who is shitting bricks. The real aliens have no need to 'interrogate'. They know.)

[soulsurvivor]

I can't speak to others experiences with abduction, only my experience.

I'm going to state this with anger, because I'm still angry about being abducted. No one should be intruded upon, and they didn't have my permission at any level of my consiousness. And on top of the insult, they burned and punctured a triangle into my hand. Damn them to hell and back for intruding into my life and mind without permission.

I'll never forget the happy la-la blissful faces of the other people that came out of that hospital that morning. They were standing around in their couples and had that gaze of happy zombie on their faces as they chanted their "instructions" to key in on that ugly palm-pilot thingy.

I'll tell you what got me was when I read the Phil Scheiner stuff and found out about the missing block in the capstone at the Denver International airport. I don't think it's a missing palm-pilot that fits there, but maybe a missing handheld instrument that's used to read electrical current. I can't remember what this thing is called, but on another forum someone had a link about it. I'll try to dig it up and post it here.

Bringers of light? No. They're not that. Whoever they are, they are obsessed with mind-controlling all humans.

[Donovan]

Soulsurvivor,
Yes, I hear your anger. Did you read the Turner book that LilyPat posted. I think there is much there.

I can certainly identify with the anger. Just to start (prior abductions of both types) I had been messed over with simple government ops, a mind control device. From their standpoint they were treating me gently. The device gives you a ‘high’ but freaks you out under ‘set and circumstances’, was even demonstrated on congressmen, Tip O’Neil for one. Now, in that case I was fairly much believed. TASS raised hell, a name I gave in interrogation was confused, Koslov for Koserev. So military in simple mind control. But the subject was math. Then there were other simple 3-D goonish acts, many death threats. A threat passed through Mafia that I was subject to fed prosecution and that they were talking Marion, Ill, the worst of our fed prisons. Then I completely lost it. What the hell could I be charged with? The McCarthy Act? No person has ever been charged with that (though some talk of using it against Jessie Jackson re; pilots).
Then came two abductions, one seems military (can not prove). Hole in my leg, giant pain, burned. What the hell. The ‘real’ one, can see just like Carla Turners book that there is a war in-up-out-where-ever ‘there’. You are caught in a war. What benefits you to just remain pissed off? The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

There is some reason that you were messed over.

Now, for me, the underlined parts of posts above, the diatonic hints. There is a goddamned and God-supported math war out there. Why don’t you consider getting on the winning side? If you feel military-messed-with, (and I am sure you were), why not approach it from a military standpoint – use same strategy that you would use in 3-D. See who your enemies are, see who your friends are. You seem to be spinning your wheels in anger. Triangle? Do you need it burned into you? (Look at the triangles in snips from Turner book above). Google <Gerald Hawkins>.

If you are caught in a war and one side is going to mess with you no matter what –won’t leave you be – you don’t consider joining the other side?

Just because there are complexities of numerous reality fields (dimensions) involved in this does not make it any different than 3-D conflict. ‘Know your enemy’ also means knowing your friends. It is the triangle. It is the triangle. It is the triangle.

Perhaps just come in from a completely different 3-D historical angle. We did not want a navy. Why get involved? But just prior to 1812 a ‘small navy’ was authorized and funded. Four frigates. But these were large frigates to be built top of the line. The designer was a pacifist, a Quaker. Copied the French who were the best. The U.S.S. President, forget the other two, and of course you know of the U.S.S Constitution, ‘Old Iron Sides’ (replica in Boston Harbor). Fast, still two tiers of guns, 28 pounders if memory serves. But still smaller than the British battleship, far less guns. The commander of the British H.M.S. Gerrier was said to have stated that the would ‘give his hat’ to any American frigate who would take him on. We did. Constitution sank the Gerrier off of Newfoundland. Factors, greater speed, great armor (‘Ironsides’, good Georgia oak), but also math. Math that in application the British (only Royal Marines were allowed to be gunners on their men-o-war) kept secret for a good part of a century. This was 1812. Calculus came out in 1720 !!!!!!!! Simple ‘marker sticks’ to make the Cartesian plane. A member of the Bush family bet that he would be first to step aboard (headed Marine contingent) the Gerrier. He was, but shot dead on the spot. Been said that British Commander offered sword to Constitution commander. Our commander reported to have stated, “Won’t take the sword from such a gallant fighter. But I will trouble you for your hat.”

Had the Brits not pressed so many of our sailors into service, and in greed made some gunners who escaped (one whose parents friends with Madison family) we would not have known. A great part of this was mathematics.

You sit in anger with your triangle?

You state that you never gave permission for this? Are you sure about that? If you can reason that you are not privy to other aspects of yourself how do you know?

[LilyPatToo]

After going through a number of different mind-sets/attitudes toward the alien abduction phenomenon over the last decade or so, I'm not going to insist that my current understanding of it is perfect or complete. I've learned that when you try to understand what's going on in any field where the intelligence agencies are actively meddling, certainty is elusive.

But it IS possible to discern some basic elements, I believe. And one of them is that some very devious humans have meddled with other (nonconsenting, completely unaware) humans for their own reasons. (There may also be alien meddling going on, but if it is, then it's going to be exceedingly difficult to research, since all we have to go on is what abductees have reported. If the aliens are as advanced as I suspect they'd have to be in order to be here at all, then what chance is there that the average abductee is going to be able to see through the scenario presented to them? Most will probably simply accept it as received truth.)

As Katharina Wilson states,

At this point, we are still left with the choices I outlined in The Alien Jigsaw: 1) The aliens are manipulating us into believing that our government is abducting us, 2) Our government really is abducting us, 3) Both aliens and our government are abducting us. Personally, I don't like any of these choices.

As documented by John Marks, during the 1960s the Counterintelligence division of the CIA had three goals: "1) to induce hypnosis very rapidly in unwitting subjects; 2) to create durable amnesia; and 3) to implant durable and operationally useful posthypnotic suggestion."[95]

Certainly by this brief overview of hypnosis, we can see that if human agents of mind control wished for someone to remember "aliens" instead of humans, it could be accomplished. And, if aliens wanted abductees to remember humans, that, too could be accomplished. In addition, if a subject has been implanted with a highly sophisticated implant, either group may have found a way around getting to the subject each time an "abduction" needs to occur. It is possible that they could "order" the subject to come to them.

Once this sunk in on me, the importance of not automatically accepting abductee stories as objectively real and true became of the utmost importance. While I knew first-hand from my years as self-identifying as an alien abductee just how frustrating and hurtful it was to be doubted, I still had to begin to do it in every case I came across, if I was ever to be able to learn enough to figure out what was really going on.

Anyone who does this is automatically labeled "a debunker" by most abductees, due to their unpleasant and hurtful encounters with that breed of skeptic. But my aim is not to invalidate the experiencer at all--it's to identify their abductors accurately.

If we were dealing here with ordinary, everyday experiences, that would be comprehended rather easily by almost everyone. But we aren't--we're dealing with inner conceptions of reality and deep spiritual themes that, for many abductees, form their personal religious paradigms. To ask them to look behind them and see psychological manipulation by fellow humans is naturally deeply upsetting. And to some, it's extremely threatening as well.

In our society, we have a deeply ingrained social rule about avoiding attacking others' religious beliefs, so anyone who tries to look behing the alien abduction curtain violates it, no matter how diplomatic they try to be. But what about situations where there is justifiable fear of cold, callous psychological manipulation by sociopaths? Then, which rule is more important--the need not to offend? Or the need to make the targetted person aware of both their manipulation and the motives behind it?

When an abductee like soulsurvivor says,

I'm going to state this with anger, because I'm still angry about being abducted. No one should be intruded upon, and they didn't have my permission at any level of my consiousness. And on top of the insult, they burned and punctured a triangle into my hand. Damn them to hell and back for intruding into my life and mind without permission.

I'll never forget the happy la-la blissful faces of the other people that came out of that hospital that morning. They were standing around in their couples and had that gaze of happy zombie on their faces as they chanted their "instructions" to key in on that ugly palm-pilot thingy.

it's easier to present the evidence for meddling human intelligence operatives, rather than for aliens. But when the abductee is instead wedded to their own grateful, awe-struck attitude toward their captors, things can get nasty very quickly. Defensiveness is entirely human and is only a really Bad Thing when it blocks the new information that is triggering it--and that might make the person safer.

To me, experimenting upon unwitting humans is WRONG. And when the purposes include things like social engineering via psy-ops and implantation of pseudo-religious memes, it's obscene. And when sexual exploitation is part of it, it's completely indefensible, predatory and illegal. And the people doing it know that. That's why the programs behind the faking of alien abductions are so tremendously covert--most of the people involved KNOW that what they are doing is illegal and morally indefensible (even when justified as defense against enemy states). The FOIA act posed a real threat of serious jail time to them, so the programs began to be farmed out to the private sector, where they could be much more easily hidden.

When people who are trying to pierce that curtain are attacked both by abductees and by the intelligence community, the day when the truth behind the faked abductions finally surfaces is pushed farther into the future, which only benefits the fakers. That's why I focus on human rights abuses and try to avoid upsetting spiritual applecarts.

LilyPat

[Cosmic Cowbell]

Lilypat quoted Katharina Wilson..

Certainly by this brief overview of hypnosis, we can see that if human agents of mind control wished for someone to remember "aliens" instead of humans, it could be accomplished. And, if aliens wanted abductees to remember humans, that, too could be accomplished.

From the journal of 17th Century Abductee Jane Lead:

August the 25th, 1677

"This Night, somewhat before break of Day, I did verily believe there lay one by me in the Bed. At which I was put into some fear: but then it appeared to be the Figure of my deceased Husband. Who discoursed many things to me, challenging Conjugal Love, and the renewing of that old affinity, which was betwixt us, with manifold circumstances thereupon attending. At which, at first, I was somewhat disturbed; but I took courage, and discoursed with him, and told him, I fear’d to have Union with any inferiour Spirit, till they had got up to the highest perfection; and asked him several questions, concerning which, he seemed to be silent, and could not give me satisfaction, as to his being in that full growing state, for the compleatment of his glorification. But still I beheld him magically hovering about me, and he asked me for a Bible. While, I thought, that he was now above that way of knowing God, which I urged much, that he might now know, as he was known: but he gave me no answer thereto. Then he proved me with some small Pence, which seemed to be like Gold: which I set light by, and did not receive them; as not understanding wherein they could be of service to me, aiming at greater things from Wisdoms Treasury. After I had said, that since his decease, I had made choice of an unchangeable Mate: for whom I must now be, and for no other, but as they are compleated in his glorified Body; where I should rejoyce to know him, and to meet him. Upon which he disappeared. And then coming to my exteriour sense, I understood in what a Magia Trance I had been."

In many abduction accounts, including multiple witness accounts such as the Travis Walton story, these entities have demonstrated the ability to make those they engage see and feel what ever they want them to, or possibly, whatever is pulled from the mind at any given moment. Giant owls or animal figures are quite common as 'screen memories'. What Jane Lead gives is a historical account of this ability. It is demonstrated in modern day abduction accounts over and over again in cases that have no relationship to government whatsoever.

I am aware of the claims made by certain researchers in the MK Ultra literature that they succeeded in acquiring the ability to implant with 100% infallible success, such screen memories in Humans. A claim does not a fact make...and it would seem that if this is so easily done, the process would have more peer reviewed documentation. Unfortunately, that is not what we find....or do we?

For the sake of argument, I will propose that given the ability for both Human and 'Alien' to implant screen memories in those they take, who becomes the arbiter in the end of the individuals experience as to causality and what is the danger psychologically to either case if the arbiter is mistaken?

Just curious...

[LilyPatToo]

CC asked,

For the sake of argument, I will propose that given the ability for both Human and 'Alien' to implant screen memories in those they take, who becomes the arbiter in the end of the individuals experience as to causality...

Arbiter 1 : a person with power to decide a dispute : JUDGE
2 : a person or agency whose judgment or opinion is considered authoritative <arbiters of taste>

Odd way to refer to anyone who ventures an opinion contrary to your own, isn't it? Feels a bit, well...

Pejorative 1 : having negative connotations; especially : tending to disparage or belittle : DEPRECIATORY

Rather, I think that you are of the opinion that it's aliens doing the abducting and you don't much want anyone who thinks it's humans in certain cases to say so. I'm not "arbiter" of anyone's experiences. I'm very concerned, though, about those people who are being abducted by humans posing as aliens. If you or anyone else is certain you're being abducted by aliens, then I'm at a loss as to why you read my posts.

I would hope that, if anyone would attempt to figure out who was doing the abducting in any given case, it would be the person with the most complete information on the capability of humans to fake alien abduction. Without that information, they wouldn’t be able to make an informed guess, would they? Not if the human perps happened to be out to deceive the abductee (and everyone else) from the very start. Especially if they had an ulterior motive (like control of the masses via religion) that they dare not admit to openly.

...and what is the danger psychologically to either case if the arbiter is mistaken?

Well, if the arbiter (again, I'm assuming you mean the person trying to discern who is interacting with the experiencer) decides it's a genuine alien and it IS, then who knows what psychological danger there is...? I don't. Do you?

But if the arbiter comes to the (informed) conclusion that it's intelligence operatives faking an alien abduction and they're correct, then the abductee is forewarned that they're being lied to and that someone is manipulating them very unfairly, thereby empowering them in a situation where previously they had no power to speak of at all.

"For the sake of argument" was definitely the right choice of words--but I'm not going to argue with you. That's not why I'm posting here. I want very much to talk about those abductions that are NOT by aliens, but by human intelligence agents working for mind control programs. I'd like to make available to abductees all the information I can find on how these jerks do what they do, so that the experiencers *themselves* can more accurately evaluate what is happening to them.

I'm tired of seeing these officially-sanctioned sociopaths get away scot free with their manipulation of innocent people--I want to stop them. And the only way I can see to accomplish that is to give their targets all the information I can dig up. That doesn't make me an "arbiter". It makes me an activist.

LilyPat

[soulsurvivor]

I have to repeat this - I've never seen an alien. I only have myself to believe. With so many things that have happened in my life, that has proved difficult to achieve. That makes me angry. I'm a gut-honest person. I don't lie to others and I've worked my entire life to learn not to lie to myself. Secrets suck big-time in my world and always have. Since I know in my heart that I'm not lying to myself, then my truth has to be found to explain what's not being shared in this reality. I want answers and I will not stop until I find out. I'll never imagine that my chosen path is for anyone else and god help them if it is.

I'm not here to fight a war or do battle with anyone or anything. I'm here to find my answers and what I know in my heart is the truth. Nothing, not even death, is going to stop me. It is my battle and eventually at some point in eternity I'll win.

During my abduction, I heard a female voice (this was a robotic/mechanical type of female voice - I didn't perceive it as human) tell the military pants/boots people to let me go because they couldn't use me and to just give me some busywork to do - I remember I was a talking calculator - so I'm susceptible to some forms of mind-control. But it still didn't stop me from trying to find my coworker. I remember how the door handle felt, how hard I had to push myself physically to walk that hallway and try to open those other doors and then how I went down that other hallway and then nothing until I was walking out of that hospital the next morning and trying to talk to the other people I saw there. Whatever drug they use to abduct people, it works kinda like that mind-blocking pain drug they gave me in the hospital. I'm drugged, but I can remember what I focus on, and I can still feel my body. During the abduction, I only saw specific things, like the military camo pants and black leather lace-up boots and nothing above their waistline. sorry. I did see 2 nurses behind the reception area desk and could probably identify them in a line-up. That next morning, I remember walking up narrow corrugated metal steps to get on a ?plane. It had comfy seats. Nice burgundy leather and lots of leg room.

What I can't figure out is how they got me out of my bed and back in it without me remembering. But then, at certain drug levels, I go into a total non-consciousness, deep coma state. If I'm not in that state of deep coma, I know I'm not very cooperative. If I'm able, I always warn the hospital anthesialogists that I'm hard to knock out, although I'm certain it has to be a part of my permanent medical records by now.

well, I'm not being helpful for any of you by laying on a psychic couch here. Over a lifetime of weird and unexplained, I have to find my own way through. I develop theories and some I toss, some I keep, and just keep trying. For me, it's all about finding the motive. Attached to that will be the "who".

[LilyPatToo]

soulsurvivor, you can't imagine how rare it is for me to find anyone with the level of recall that you have about these MILABs--please, please don't stop posting about them! The mental states you describe could all be due to being highly dissociative, with alternate personalities switching in and out on cue, plus drugs and hypnosis.

Little things that you say jibe with what little I remember, so I *know* that you're telling the truth. Like the problem with remembering anything about people's upper halves--no faker I can imagine would get a detail like that one right! But I too remember only 2 faces (and one of those, only hazily), nor any detail of clothing above my captors' waists. I was told or read somewhere that that's due to specific post-hypnotic suggestion designed to keep test subjects from being able to ID their perps. In my case, it also had to do with the effects of the drug(s)--my head kind of hung forward and I slumped when sitting, so that all I saw were boots and legs and the ugly, scarred concrete floor of the waiting area (a large cafeteria, in my case, in what I believe was a local military base).

During the years that the abductions occurred here in Oakland, I would sometimes hear a man's voice say, LIE DOWN NOW! just before I lost consciousness. That could have been an implant or it could have been directed broadcast wave technology trained on the condo in which I was living at the time. A scientist who works at a local national laboratory was a neighbor and I suspect that he was "handling" me, so he would have had access to me quite easily during those years.

Also, my MILABs didn't end until the big military bases here were closed in the mid-1990's, another clue strongly suggestive of US military involvement. I've met only *one* other survivor of a similar program--he was the only other MILAB "alien abductee" who attended the support group I found here in Oakland (CA). Since he lived across the Bay in the Tenderloin area of San Francisco, it was a long way for him to come, so I think I only saw him at meetings a couple of times

He had much better recall of the faces of the young men who came for him and I got the impression that drugs weren't used on him until he was at the base itself, since he actually knew to which one he was being taken. After the base closed, he went there with a friend at night and broke in and found rooms that he could remember being held and programmed in!

I'd give my eye teeth to have kept his contact info, now that I have a better idea of what the hell was happening to us But back then I was kept in a barely functional state--stressed and severely depressed--and I couldn't seem to *think straight* to do things that might have made me safer. I was painting most of my waking hours--extremely dissociated--and whatever was being done to me, it also affected my poor husband to a terrible extent. His personality changed drastically while we lived in that beautiful condo building and he didn't recover until I literally forced him to move out.

It wasn't that I had any clear idea of the abductions then--for years I told myself that they were weird, scary daytime "dreams"--nightmares. Except that I'd fall to the floor unconscious before each one and wake up drugged--definitely NOT any kind of "dream" I'd had before. Except for the kind alien abductees I'd met at the support group, I told no one what was going on out of fear that I'd be locked up in a mental institution. They had tremendous resistance to believing me at first, since they all believed that their alien abductors were spiritual masters and my gritty stories of abuse at the hands of military people didn't jibe well with that.

Then came a change in the abductions themselves--they had a different 'feel' to them--rushed and careless--and either they switched the main drug or I developed a resistance to it. And sometimes I'd be returned smeared with KY jelly (from the gynecological exams/procedures) and bruised badly enough that I was sore and stiff for a long time afterward. Instinctively, I seemed to know to ramp up my rebellion and began to fight back--feebly at first, but sometimes to the extent that I was able to knock over equipment in the claustrophobic little examination room.

And then the news came that the big bases were being closed here. And that was when I finally was able to completely believe that what had been happening to me was absolutely real. I'd had such resistance to believing it that I spent a lot of them time in denial--telling myself that I HAD to be mistaken and they were just nightmares (in the day). I'd gone to a good psychiatrist for the crippling depression, but hid all of this (plus my missing time experiences, which were lifelong) from him for fear of being locked up in an institution. One of the things I did though was to ask him to do an extensive evaluation on me and it ruled out delusional disorders completely--one of the biggest reliefs of my entire life.

Each UFO Expo I go to, I search for other MILAB survivors. I KNOW there were other people being taken, since I could hear them all around me in that big ugly "waiting room" crying and groaning--all drugged to the gills. But they must have bought into the "dream" explanation, because I've not found another one since then.

Keep posting about it, soulsurvivor. We're not on an alien abductee-dominated board here and a LOT of people here are going to listen to us and add what we can recall to what they know of MILABs. It may feel good to finally talk about it, but it's more than just therapy--it's activism.

LilyPat

[soulsurvivor]

oh gosh, I'm crying. Relief crying. It feels so good to be believed. It's a new experience for me cause it's never happened before when I've shared my experiences with others. So thank you LilyPat, you have just given me the best gift I've ever had.

I live 60 miles from Ft Knox. Go figure. But that's not where I was taken. I'm still not sure where I and the others were transported. I had a memory that I was on a spacecraft that had round windows, but I recall focusing on the seats. They felt so good - nothing like a commercial flight, except they were bolted to the floor on metal legs with screws. I recall looking out the window as we were coming into the landing area at the side of that hospital. This is what confuses me still - we were heading south and I saw the sun setting in the west as we arrived. I'm in eastern time zone. I can't remember exactly what time I went to bed that night, but it was probably around 11:00 pm as next day was a workday. So, this had to be another time zone if the sun was just setting.

I remember the really high hills, higher than what we have around here in KY and TN. Deep caverns, but lots of trees everywhere. It didn't look tropical at all. It was mountain forest country. And boy was this hospital isolated. It was on top of a mountain and I don't remember seeing any other structures around. We were approaching it from the back and I saw that it was a smooth concrete-type material, 2 stories on top of a full basement. The front of the basement went into the side of the mountain, but the back was full of small windows. The front of the hospital was facing south, the back was facing north, if I can believe the setting sun position. I say hospital. No signs saying it was, but it had that look. I have no memory of getting off that plane/craft, but I do remember the front of that building as all of us walked toward it.

There was a porch-type structure on the front partially over a circular concrete drive that went by the front glass doors and lobby area. In the very front of this drive next to the blacktop road where we were coming in from, there was a round concrete planter. It had the prettiest red geraniums blooming and some other pink-like smaller flowers I didn't recognize. I was entranced by the flowers and I heard a male voice tell me to "move it along". I remember that aggravated me.

I went in the door which was on the east side of the lobby. I think there were doors on either end of the lobby, all window glass enclosed. I remember lots of people sitting in chairs, uncomfortable looking chairs around the perimeter of that lobby. I have a faint recall that these people were hung over, slouching, asleep and I didn't want to sit down. There was a long table on the west side of this area against the wall and there were pants/boots sitting behind this table with stacks of papers in front of them.

I started yelling, understand, it was a tremendous effort to make a sound come out, but I was trying hard to make myself heard. I got their attention because I was screaming my coworkers name and demanding to see her. She's also one of my best friends. I was standing in front of what was a nurse reception window - it was frosted, and sliding glass, because as I was acting up, the window was opened by a "nurse". She was standing up and there was another female nurse sitting down beside her. They were both laughing their ass off at me. I was in a drugged state, but I can still remember what they looked like. The one standing up had a short bobbed haircut, was wearing a white cinchwaist nurse dress?? with a pretty unbuttoned bright blue cardigan sweater. The one seated had blonde hair swept up in some kind of roll at the back and a little white pointed cap on her head. Quite stylish. They both looked to be in their younger 30s.

Almost at this same time, I remember 2 pants/boots grabbing my upper arms, one on each side. I have a faint memory of tight black tshirts and rifles hanging by a strap off their shoulders. I was pulling hard to get out of their grip and I slipped down on the floor quickly and did get loose. This is when I made a run for the double wooden cafteria-like doors that were northeast of me and the nurses station. Just as I got my hands on the metal handle, I was grabbed around my waist from behind and on my shoulders and stopped. This is when I recall the female voice that I couldn't say was human in origin. But she's the one that told the pants/boots to let me go because they couldn't use me and to just give me some busywork to do. My next memory is going through those doors by myself to look for my friend/coworker while speaking out loud these constant non-stop equations. I remember thinking to myself that the damn idiots made me into a human calculator but I wasn't going to let that stop me from searching for my friend.

I was in a tiled hallway. Big tile squares on the floor, lighter tones of beige and browns. Facing north, on my right was first the nurses station door. Locked. Next was another light-colored solid wooden door with a matted silver door handle and lock. But this room also had a floor to ceiling window, but I couldn't see anything except light behind the light brown/tan window shade that was covering this window on the inside. Tried the door. Locked. Same on the next room. Saw a stairway, steps going up on my left, but also another hallway heading east. I recall that I took the hallway rather than the stairs because I was really physically tired. My mouth was tired too.

My next memory is coming outside on that front porch and I was so glad to be in the sun ( the sun was in the east, not long after sunrise) and see the pretty flowers again and I was giddy happy and wanted to share conversation with the other people coming outside with me. I tried to make small talk as we walked out next to the road. I was seeing all those people standing around in couples. There was a sorta middle-aged man and woman. I remember thinking they were married husband and wife. They had really great tans, wearing tan shorts and colorful print/plaid shirts tucked in. I remember seeing an AfroAmerican grandmother with her grandson. I don't know that was their actual relationship but it's what I imagined it would be. There were others, but I first tried to talk to the husband/wife. They didn't know I existed. No acknowledgement at all. They were chanting/repeating these nonsense ?instructions and the guy was holding this ugly green plastic-looking thing in his hand, holding it up and they were both intent on what this intrument was showing up on its small screen as they took turns keying in something. I don't know. I remember thinking this hand-held instrument was cheaply made because it was an ugly shade of camo green plastic. There was a video-type screen on the flip-up lid of this thing. It had those bright cheap silver looking keys and trim on it, worse than any import I'd ever seen. Honestly, it looked like something that could have come out of a gumball machine. But buddy, it had their full attention. As I looked, every couple had one of these things and were doing the same chanting. I wasn't part of a couple. I didn't see my friend anywhere.

My next memory is of being told to be careful going up the steps. It was a male voice. I was on one of those airplane temporary steps they use for loading passengers on small commuter flights. The steps were corrugated - had those punched out openings for a better grip and I have a faint memory there was a railing to hold onto on my left side as I went up. I also have a memory that the ?plane was a very deep maroon color paint. Next memory is being so grateful for that comforable leather seat again. It felt so good and I was so tired. I fell immediately to sleep.

I woke up in my bed with my right hand burning. As I laid there, I held up my hand and saw that there was a mark on the top. What the hell? It was a small triangle /\ at the bottom left of my ring finger. The inside of the triangle area was puffy red with no skin and at each point of the triangle there was a tiny but deep puncture hole. I don't wear jewelry so that couldn't have accounted for this. I got ready and went to work, anxious to share with my coworker about my "dream" of trying to save her. We had been in the habit of sharing our dreams during our chit-chat every morning for awhile. As I was going on about this "dream" I'd had, I ended by showing her the triangle mark on my hand. She went completely gray-skinned and without saying a word she showed me the same mark on her, only hers was further up on the inside of her arm about halfway between her wrist and elbow. She refuses to discuss it to this day.

I'll be honest. I've always tended to have better recall of the dreamstate than sometimes my actual reality, at least as far as facts and figures go. I've always found myself to be very focused in the dreamstate. I cannot recall the exact calendar date of my abduction, but I can put it in the general timeframe of early summer.

I hope this can help others. I've posted this information on one other forum which has a small total of members from around the globe. I can't say that any have ever reported any benefits from me doing this. If anything, I'm getting sick of hearing myself rattle on as much as they are/have.

There are some things I want to know from all this - I want to know what the purpose was for the abduction. I also want to know if the missing block in the Denver Airport capstone is associated with that block shape thing I saw everyone using.

I fully believe that we are living in a "time" where we'll discover and have undeniable proof that alternate realities are not only possible but parallel, perhaps "merging" on occasion. And yes, it's more than we know, but I want to know.

[Donovan]

Question was: (posted by CowBell):
“….For the sake of argument, I will propose that given the ability for both Human and 'Alien' to implant screen memories in those they take, who becomes the arbiter in the end of the individuals experience as to causality.…”
This is key. Our normal wake-a-day consciousness is not capable of being the arbiter. We are in a war. At first we think we are pawns. Slowly we see we are the prize.
I am enjoying this conversation. I think what I have below tends to go to Cowbell’s quote. This is from something else I am writing, an introduction to geometry.
But LilyPat, Soulsurvivor, Cowbell, any comments I would like. I am trying to make the point that we have a limited knowledge of ourselves and the entire situation is forcing us to grow out of ‘normal personality’.
(Some are rewrites of some paragraphs above, but with one I entered a Bush family tid bit.
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I don’t know why needles were stuck behind my left ear. That was a long time ago. I don’t think it matters. Other things concerned ‘them’, whoever this ‘them’ might be. And as I remember the strange faces I thought perhaps that they were in some sort of ‘suits’ so they could operate under ‘other reality’ or ‘trans-reality’ conditions. But then so are we. Our physical body is like a suit too.

Those who study UFOs hit a quick wall. At first it seems nuts and bolts. Here are the witnesses. Here are the videos. Here they are right on radar. But, poof. They disappear. Where do they go? The phenomenon seems attached to everything else that would make it look nuts to the rational mind. With UFOs are psychic phenomena, visions, dreams, religious symbols, and creatures of every possible description. The researcher who tries to keep it just to the physical nuts and bolts eventually throws up his hands. If ‘other realities’ are accepted as part of the phenomena then normal science will not accept the evidence. “My God,” says the researcher, “I seem to be stuck with everything to make it unacceptable. Even elves.” Yes. Even elves.

Those who study the abduction phenomena have it even worse. There is enough evidence to show physical abductions do occur. And that the abductions are associated with UFOs. Some abduction seems only on a psychic level. But as the researcher continues the importance of that distinction seems to fade. In the end one does not seem more ‘real’ than the other. The honest researcher must accept some sort of ‘other reality’ activity to even start to make sense of what he is hearing. They are ‘stuck with elves’ also.

To make all this far more complicated there is government interference in both the UFO field and abduction phenomena. It is now common knowledge that there has been long term government (or ‘secret government’) campaign of poo-pooing UFOs while government themselves have keen interest. With the abduction phenomena the situation is even worse. It is also now fairly common knowledge that the governments have been into very sophisticated types of mind control for some time. There was even for a period quite a conflict within those who studied the abduction phenomena as to the cause; ‘other-worldly’ abductors or government. Now the disconcerting general consensus is that there are both types of activity going on.

There is a strong thread regarding geometry reported by many abductees. Two symbols are common. One is to be shown six circles around one. The other is a simple equilateral triangle. With both symbols the abductee senses a giant importance, and also senses they ‘know’ the importance. But they cannot explain it.

Soon you will understand.

And who we think we are might have much to do with geometry. Are we only our personality, our ego? Let us look at some oddities of personality:
Within the ‘mind control’ victim community there is also a growing confusion and controversy not only as to why this is happening to them but also as to who they, the ‘victim’, really are. Although many new types of mind altering gadgets and drugs are becoming known at least one common technique has evidence of being old and has been going on for very many generations. This is the technique of creating multiple personalities within the victim. One or more of these personalities can not only be called forth and controlled by another but the knowledge of that controlled personality be ‘screened’ from the memory of the normal wake-a-day person it resides in. In this manner forms of ‘Manchurian Candidates’ were even demonstrated to Richard I after his defeat by Saladin. He observed as soldiers were ordered to march off castle walls to certain death.
This ‘standard’ technique is called ‘trauma based dissociation’. A young child is tortured until he ‘leaves his body’ and other personalities called forth with agreements that it won’t happen to them. The result is something called a ‘multiple personality’. Multiple personality can happen from time to time for other reasons and may or may not be a ‘disorder’. There are some oddities with all types of multiple personality that should be noted. They seem to live longer than average. One personality might need eyeglasses but the other has perfect vision. Very strange as the eyes are the same. They heal very quickly. One personality might sustain an injury. While on the way to the physician another personality takes over and the injury heals so quickly the doctor cannot believe it happened the same day.

Trance mediums can also have eyesight ‘healed’ during a trance session and go back to needing glasses when the session ends. I knew one female medium/channeler who brought forth in trance a personality not only quite distinct from her own but with scientific knowledge far beyond the mind of the medium. At one point one of those sessions was interrupted. It was in a tenement building in Greenwich Village. I went out and returned. There was a well-known drunk who would often sleep-it-off in the tenement hallway. When I returned he sat up and continued the very complicated long paragraph that was interrupted a few minutes before upstairs. It was the same cadence and delivery and the same scientific train of thought as if a record restarted. He then burped and again passed out.
In some respects those who feel they have abductions by aliens have similar experiences as those who claim to be subjects of human mind control operations. And it should also be stated that there are very many who report both types. There also now seems to be a difference, a difference that is becoming more distinct as time goes on. The ‘aliens’ seem to be in complete control of what they are doing. The human abductors and mind controllers seem to be more in the vein of ‘catching-up’ or trying to take back some sort of control they are loosing.
If there is a thread in the above paragraphs it seems to be in the lines of demarcation between what a personality is, what ‘field of operation’ or ‘reality’ it is in and who is in control. It is almost a game-board. And there is a serious game afoot in which you are involved as a player. You are not the pawn in this game. You are the King and Queen. You are the prize.
You are just learning that unlike a pawn you can move more than one space. You need not limit yourself to one reality field as has been drummed into you for the last four hundred years. Group dreams, dreams wherein more than one person is reporting the same dream at the same time, are also becoming more common. These also seem to fall into two types of distinct categories. One is almost a prerecorded download, as if all are watching the same movie. But some are where there is the same general situation with each dreamer reacting differently to the dream while seeing the same dreamscape and dream objects from different perspectives. It becomes harder to call some of this shared dream activity ‘unreal’ or ‘just-a-dream’.

Most everyone in the group meditation saw the giant praying mantis. It had such presence and personality it is hard not to capitalize. The Mantis was distinctly present. Very present. Very old. Very wise. But it all seemed so sensible and right. How much longer have insects been here? They too have their ‘pecking order’ and the Mantis a prime predator, the ‘Lion King’ of the six-legged.

Mantis was very big. Pincer jaws and pincer claws at ready. None of the group who together saw Mantis in the meditation had any fear. Circumstantially it was all so logical. Of course he would come now.

The abductions that seem to come from some sort of ‘secret government’ operations are often called ‘Mil abductions’, or MILABs as often men and women in uniform are seen. But there too the distinction between physical and non-physical gets blurred. As in ‘alien’ abductions and UFO activity there is ‘psychic’ or non-physical activity in the ‘human’, MILAB type abductions as well. But then the government has been for years experimenting in such things as ‘remote viewing’ and therefore can be reasoned to be working in some sort of psychic area also.
What has been gleaned by the UFO researchers, abduction researchers and the crop circle researchers has been continually thwarted by high level disinformation. Why is this if the crop circle message is one of a new geometry?

How can theoretical mathematics become sensitive? Is this not very open? Are not these subjects discussed in papers around the world? You have forgotten that the simple calculus that you studied in school was at a time very sensitive. The Americans have two presidents by the name of Bush. They had a forefather who was the head of a Marine contingent on a warship who made a bet. He bet he would be first to board an enemy ship. He was. He won his bet. But he was then shot dead on the spot. But it was that engagement that can best describe the oft forgotten sensitivity of mathematics.

Calculus came about in the early 1700’s when Newton married algebra to the Cartesian plane. The British went to some length to keep the application to gunnery top secret and did so for near a century. Only Royal Marines were allowed to be gunners on British men-o-war. At first the American’s, after independence, did not wish to bother with a navy. Why get involved in this? Eventually one was needed and four frigates were built and commissioned. They were top of the line. The designer was a pacifist, a Quaker who copied the better French designs. One was named the U.S.S President. One the U.S.S Constitution, 'Old Ironsides’. Though 28 pounders in two tiers they were still not anywhere near as powerful as the British battleships. One British battleship commander stated he would ‘give his hat’ to any American who would take him on. Perhaps the British would have ruled the world had they not been so greedy in their expansion and pressed so many American seamen into their navy. Hard up for men they even trained some Americans in gunnery and broke their own secrecy rule. One such who escaped had parents who were friends of Madison. It was not only ‘Georgia oak’ armor and speed that made the U.S.S. Constitution what she was. It was simple ‘calculator sticks’ for the guns also, evening out that aspect with the British. After the H.M.S. Gerrier was sank by the Old Ironsides off of Newfoundland the same British commander offered his sword. The American commander refused but ‘troubled’ him for his hat.

You will soon see that the ‘secret government’ disinformation and operations to curtail the crop circle message have failed. They have been out maneuvered by a superior force.. They have made a their gambit to retain control of both you as you think you are and a greater ‘you’ that you are being shown.

The biggest UFO abduction recorded is in many of older UFO books. This was the abduction of almost 800 men in broad daylight with thousands of witnesses. Whatever is occurring it seems to know our inner secrets very well. The abduction seems to point to one of the biggest double-crosses in modern political history. Why don’t the UFOoligists see this?. It is because the UFOologists are UFOologists. They have not been here that long. They don’t remember having pincer claws. The British War Office and Foreign Office went nuts. Lord Kitchner’s career went down the tubes. Mustafa Kamel had only two weeks of ammunition left. After an investment of 80,000 British and French casualties all Lord Kitchner had to do to win was wait. Instead he withdrew. And just as he withdrew there was this giant, broad-daylight abduction, an entire New Zealand regiment. Then Mustafa Kamel, now with ammunition, sends ten full divisions into the underbelly of Russia. The abduction was on Hill 60, Silva Bay, Galipoli. The year was 1915.

“The Mantis is just checking in,” said one.

“I know,” said another.

Some remember reincarnational ‘selves’. What is the screen that stops that memory from being normal? What is the screen that stops at times stops one personality of a multiple not knowing of another? And perhaps most important; what is the screen that so quickly curtails the memories of our dreams? The ‘ET’s’ seem to have absolute control over those screens. Seems part of government is learning to manipulate those screens too. There is a war.

The ‘Matrix’ is an imposed belief about what reality is. The belief is hard to break. Some of these other-reality experiences are written off as ‘just hypnosis’ or ‘just a sleep disorder’. But some have fire-walked. And others have tried to explain that away with hypnosis. But what is hypnosis? It varies quite a bit. Some people, just a few, when hypnotized can be suspended between two chairs, head on one chair, feet on another, like a board. Physicians can not explain this. Many have fire-walked. . Mr. Doubter can call this ‘just a form of hypnosis’. Mr. Doubter can even, if he so desires, stand in the fire with his bare feet burning to a crisp, ambulance in the wait, and before he is carted off screaming, he can also scream with a smirk, “See those other jerks were just hypnotized or something. Smell my burning feet. See my pain. I’m in reality…. !”

“Those arms and pincer claws were so green, head like a big triangle with black eyes.”

What do we know of pincers? We must know something. Everyday we continue to grow ten toenails. We do this so well that we are even able to grow them quite a few days after we are dead. Where do we get this knowledge? Were we to ask the best biologists about this, and continue to question them, they too will finally admit they know very little as to how and why they are grown.

We begin to reason that we have vast areas of knowledge that we hide from ourselves. And we can also reason that there are vast areas of what must ‘be ourselves’ which are mostly screened off. What are these unknown parts of ourselves that are ‘controlling’ the knowledge flow? Wisdom is the knowledge of what to reveal and what to conceal, We are being gently awakened to this. And as this is happening other types of ‘controllers’ are attempting to shut this knowledge down. Yes, there is a war.

But now you will begin to see the crop circle message as indisputable. All very carefully planned. There are many abductee reports that one type of ET called ‘Grays’ seem to be almost robots, controlled by large Mantises.
You might now doubt this. But I would not ‘bet your hat’. It the end you might gladly take your hat off with appreciation.