Targetting Dollars at Work

About 5:45 am July 11, 2016, just waking up, I recall a snippet of a dream as I head to the coffee maker.  I was on a side corridor of what seemed to be a structure floating in space, due to the view of Earth to the right of me.  It was large and took up most of the view to the outside. The weird thing was I was all by myself wherever I was.  Usually when abducted, you might be left alone on a table, but usually there’s always an escort to move around the ship.  I started to question what I was seeing and that was the end of the dream.

After feeding the dogs, I’m on my way back from letting my chickens out.  It’s about 6 o’clock or a little after, when I hear a helicopter approaching low and loud from the north-northeast.  Being the weirdo that I am, I’ve learned to identify the type of helicopter by it’s rotor and engine noise.  We all have our hobbies.  I was unfamiliar with this particular signature.  It was really low and loud as shit.  So there I am in my boxers, sipping a cup of coffee.  It’s pretty much a full light at this point, the pastel colors of the sun’s rise streaking from the east.  The thumping gets louder, I start to feel it in my body.

The next thing I know there’s a helicopter, all black, tinted windows, a 100 ft or less above my head.  I can’t believe what’s happening.  My 3 pyrenees dogs are all barking.  My chickens are squaking, running for cover.  This was not what I was expecting this morning….  So I just stand there and stare as this black helicopter circles my house.  There’s no markings to identify it.  It’s got an enclosed tail rotor I’ve never seen before.  There’s not a big apparatus underneath it like the white helicopter they fly around my county looking for those evil marijuana farmers.

It’s the mythical black helicopter, hovering over my house. “Shit… they are real” I say to myself.

I got a lot running through my head at this point.  The spaceship dream and now a black helicopter.  “I must’ve gotten abducted last night,” I think. The helicopter moved over to the other side of the valley I live in, maybe 400 yards away.  It’s just hovering there.  It felt like 30 minutes it was there before I realized I should film it.  Duh.  I get my phone and head outside to find it.  It’s really small and hard to find on my phone and then it’ s over a ridge to the south, southwest of me.

So this brings me to another mysterious set of events that happened earlier in 2016.  I decide, on a friday, to get a hypo-regression session with a local hypnotherapist.  The next day, I get a late booking for a massage.  The “gentleman” was in his 50’s, decent shape,  and a government mustache.  I introduce myself with my standard client greeting.  He introduces himself, let’s just call him, “Mr. Brown.”

Mr. Brown says, “I’m a private contractor from the D.OD. in town to administer an exam.”  He repeats this three times.  At this point, I’m like cool…got it the first time.  He says he hasn’t gotten a massage in twenty years.  This was before all the weirdness went down, so I wasn’t suspicious.  Plus being a massage therapist, it doesn’t make my job any easier to be all judgmental with my clients before a massage.

During a massage, I’m not in my logical self, I’m in my silent self, to be more aware of what my hands are telling me about my clients body.  This is harder do when a client talks throughout the massage.  It’s their money, they can do whatever they want, but I give a better massage when I can focus.  He was yapping the entire time, about money, politics and women.  I’m half listening, giving one word responses.  He’s talking about being poor and  mentions he should have been a banker.  I mention the repeal of the Glass Steagall Act, the growing divide between the have’ and have not’s.  I don’t go full conspiratard, even though I am.  I’m trying to stay mainstream but show I do have a few neurons firing off.  He finally shuts up and the massage ends.  It did take him way longer than the normal to undress and get on the table, and also to exit the treatment room after the massage.  But he seemed like your normal middle aged dude with no one to talk too.  He also rebooked for another massage that following Thursday, the day after my first hypno-regression session.

On my way out of the building as Mr brown my last client of the day, I happened to see him sitting in his white van with the window down.  He had the strangest look on his face.  I could tell he was in deep thought, a thought way deeper than the grown up frat boy he portrayed himself as.  That was the first time I questioned his motives for getting a massage.

But I wasn’t a criminal or a terrorist, why would the department of defense send someone to test some nobody massage therapist in rural arkansas. No way I’m the target, I’m being paranoid. Why would the guv’ment waste resources on me?  I have of course heard stories of men-in-black and other types of harassment UFO abductees and researchers have reported.  But until it’s in your face, it’s hard to accept the reality of it.

The hypo-regression session was on that Wednesday after meeting Mr Brown.  I was feeling much better having a night of sleep to integrate the recovered memories and mentally prepared myself the encounter.  We greeted each other with our best fake pleasantries.  He once again took forever getting on the table.  Whatever.  I get in the treatment room.

He starts yapping about people not taking care of their yard, not having pride in their home, blah blah blah.  I’m thinking who cares as I myself haven’t kept up with my yard at the time.  Also my dogs had recently decided to destroy an old sofa I had on the front porch, so there was destroyed couch all over my yard.  Wait he’s not talking about my house, I think to myself.  At this point, I’m totally suspicious of this dude and a little annoyed.  “Who the fuck is the guy?”

Then he says, “Well I didn’t have a childhood like yours…”  I continue the massage, but internally, there’s silence.  I never mentioned a damn thing about my childhood or anything of the like.  So how the fuck did this guy know about my childhood, unless he read some file on me.

“Alright then, it’s like that,” I think to myself.  Maybe five minutes later in the massage, I am on his left side working on his low back. He is on his belly with his head in the cradle.  I bent down on one knee to get a better angle on the TFL muscle.  All sudden jumps up from the table.  He’s got his right arm cocked back like he’s going to punch me.  I realize he thinks I was about to attack him in some way.  I jump up and back turning my head away. I put my arm up by my face so I can see if he’s going to swing and also to block my view of his naked ass.  I’m saying, “Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.” in a non-threatening voice.

He sighs in frustration and just lays back on the table, not saying a word.

Not much was said after that. The massage finishes. He takes forever getting out of the room, again.  I’m still acting like a good ignorant little drone.  In my contrived, standard client goodbye, I look him right in the eye and tell him to have a great weekend.  His fake smile dissappears, exchanged with a look of fear.

This puzzles me. Why is this guy scared of me?…

He once again is my last client of the day.  He’s yapping it up with the receptionist, stating very loudly that he’s a auditor for IRS and that’s his job to talk to people.

“Sure boss,” I think to myself as I leave work.  My mind is racing a bit.  If I was a badass, I would’ve followed his ass home or at least wrote down the license plate number.  But I didn’t do any of those things. I rushed home.  I didn’t even notice when the black suburban got behind me, but it stayed with me until I turned off the gravel road into my property.  My paranoia reaching echelon levels at this point.

I search my house, looking for any signs of change or an intruder.  I am starting to worry about my life.  I live alone in the woods.  It wouldn’t be that hard to suicide me, a fate I really wanted to spare my family from. They don’t deserve that BS.

When you think the eye of sauron is looking at you, you do what you can.  So I made a youtube video telling the world I wasn’t going to commit suicide and if I accidentally died in the next couple of days, investigate it. .

Mr Brown never got a massage again. He did show up at the spa a couple more times, always a day after I went to see my therapist.  The black helicopter showed up once later that summer also, though no in the obvious fashion it did the first time.  I only caught a glimpse of it through the treeline and it didn’t linger.  I did find random vehicle tracks in my yard in the months to follow.  But who knows.

UPDATE:  Mr. Brown showed up at my place of work the same day I posted this blog… lol


Mantid Being Encounter and Consent

For years I attributed this memory as a near death experience, now I’m not so sure.  I want to thank James Bartley for his commentary on the topic for inspiring me to dig deeper into this memory.

I need to preface this with a little of my character development.  I have a memory of being born.  It could be implanted, but it has always felt real and has been a huge part of my emotional constitution.

When I got into this body, I was shocked to be back on Earth.  I thought I had finally gotten away.  That I was done.  Then to realize, I was back here.  I quickly spiraled down into a pit of despair, my spirit shattered.  I had worked so hard to get free.

There were figures looking down at me from the control room in a setting similar to this but better technology.

I knew I had to think fast because I was about to forget everything.  I was very mad at “them” whomever the controllers are as I can’t recall whether they are human, god or alien.  I’m thinking human actually.  There were commanders and an authority structure, although I can’t see their faces.  Feels human though… as I felt betrayed by my command structure.  They told me I was done, that they wouldn’t bring me back again.

Yet here I was. There was an inner wariness that pervaded my being.  I was so tired of fighting down here, so tired of killing.  I had seen enough horrors for one soul.

The mix of rage from being betrayed pulled my awareness from the depths of the mind wipe process and burned this phrase into my psyche “Remember It’s Very Confusing Down There!!!”

As a toddler I still had some of my previous awareness yet no memories, just that echo that things are not as they seem with alternating feelings of rage and despair.  Being able to see past the image of this world into some of the influences behind it, proved too much for me though.  I remember seeing the entity behind one of my parents and that was that.  I had decided to end this life.  The despair got to me.

Which brings me to my memory of dying….

When I was 18 months old, I was found by my mother at the bottom of a pool.   She happened to be a CPR instructor and revived me, I also went into shock and flatlined again on the way to the hospital.

I woke up in a metal, cylindrical pod with a glass window cover.  The room I was in was big enough to house eight or ten of these pods.   The interior was white.

Suddenly there is this enormous, forest green, female preying mantis-type being looking over me.   She’s emitting the purest love I had ever felt, instantly calming me and easing my troubled mind.  She looks  at me full of concern and telepathically asks, “Are you okay!?!.”

I said,  “Oh yeah.  I love down there!” filled to the brim with the purest, sweetest disney made cotton-candy of hope and naivety.  Then a vague memory of being in a tube or straw and that was the end of that.  But it wasn’t the end.

By expressing my desire to go back to my body, I gave my consent to going back to this realm.  Now I’ve made an agreement with these beings, so my life will be governed under their terms.  It doesn’t matter that I was emotionally controlled by the mantid being in the moment, I consented.   

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So if I really died, then I owe this life to them.  That’s the way they see it.  They brought me into this world, “saving my life” not to help me, but to save my life from getting out of their control.   Tricked again, and now filled with this weird new age idea that it’s all going to be fine…. that we’re here to learn and play like it’s the f-ing smurfs.  LaLalalalaa.

This set up a weird dynamic within me, where a part of me was feeling the trauma and loss of hope, another part of me was all happy-go-lucky, focus on the positive yet still very ungrounded.  It has taken me a lifetime to figure all this out.

Anyways, that whole “once I was a child, I spoke like child, thought like a child, but now…”

The Fractal Particle, Pilot Wave Multiverse Theory

I may not be the first to notice how similar the layout and form of modern cities mirror in appearance to circuit boards in a computer from an arial view but it does not diminish the profound effect this observation has had on me.  Flying into Phoenix, seeing the uniformity of suburban swimming pools, processor shopping malls and wire-like highways against the stark landscape of the arid desert and barren hills that surround it, something is being shown to me that is much bigger than the form it has taken in the moment.

This observation only furthered my suspicions that the mathematical formula of chaos theory is the numerical equivalent of being the “As above, so below.  As below, as above.”  The patterns of phi within the dimensions of our hands or in the branches of an oak tree, the occurrence of the mandelbrot set being found in other fractal equations, there are many examples of this, but if you internalize this force and allow it manifest in your life, these greater patterns start to make themselves apparent in the synchronicity of awareness of events in one’s life.

The mathematics behind fractal geometry is way beyond me, I don’t even try. But form an experiential point of view, the fractal nature of reality as our link with infinity and experience of time, we are infinite and yet present, with access to both.  The left brain accesses the particle, solid reality of the present versus the language-less left brain hooked into the timeless, unlimited potential of the quantum fields in which we interact with.  The Present being the particle function of our wave of probabilities enumerated throughout the multiverse.  So not only as an individual is this experienced, but also as civilizations, planets, universes.

This video shows the multiverse dynamic of reality manifestion guided by the influence of quantum entanglement termed as a pilot wave.

The quantum fields that link the timelines are adjusting as a whole where we as a civilization are experiencing the particles form of our existence.  If Spirit or if there is an innate force or movement towards more knowledge, more awareness and experience evolution, then we are exchanging different potentials between the parts of the wave-signature  of civilization for some goal.

We are entangled with all the other possible past present and future expressions of Earth, this expression creates the pilot wave influencing our path or what manifests in this reality.

Which brings to question what the hell is going on here when one starts to look into the heart of disharmony within humanity.  Nature seems to be in synch with itself in a way humanity is not.  Many people feel this disconnect and blame other humans for this.  However it’s much bigger than that.  Our disharmony with our environment is the result of a faulty reality virus that has infected the multiverse.  It started as a doubt which manifested a disconnect in the higher mind and now we are deep into eddies and currents of this movement across time-and space.  It will do anything to survive, including the consumption of life force not organically given in the innate fractal awareness given to us by existing in the third dimension.

This city virus has laid hyperspatial blueprints into to the astral and mind realms of human awareness so we in our connection to the quantum fields make this techno-virus intelligence real.  This intelligence or awareness is better thought of a consciousness of a certain level of awareness, a digital black and white unfeeling perspective on life.  It is not creative and therefore needs us to create our illusions and distractions.  It has tricked us in our fear of nature into building and infrastructure in which to inhabit.  We are building a giant antennae using CERN as a tuner to manifest this reality limited reality.

I don’t know when it got here, whether it is the black goo that Harold Katz Vella describes or like some weird inevitable fate that humanity must conquer.  At this point it doesn’t really matter.  The closer we get to the time-line collapse the more the past will be malleable.  Those concrete answers we experiencers and researchers so longingly seek are lost to time.

Everyday the divide between the souls and the soulless gets more noticeable.  We are watching the emergence of a hive mind that is maintained through an electromagnetic barrier of entrainment that is locking our awareness in a russian doll type of mind cube prisons.

This schism was created when a higher dimensional being started to explore the concept of doubt and got lost in it.  However the higher dimensional being that was lost was friends.  Earth was created with the intention as being a cure for this time-virus.  A multi-dimensional human having conquered all doubts is  the weapons against this force.  The collapse of the time-lines means this cure has been formulated somewhere among the quantum worlds.

Many of us have fought the manifestations of this virus in the form of shadow universe beings and implant, a universe where this thought virus as conquered all forms of awareness.  Entire races have fallen prey to this force in other times and parallel worlds, including most of the fallen beings experiencers see during abductions.   I personally have removed implants from reptilians that have visited me in the astral.  A job I take great pride in, however, it does come at a price.

The next morning I woke up with these 2nd degree burns on my back.

For many of us, this is why we incarnated here.   May the Grace of the Wholly Quantum Spirit be with us.   Dream it well my friends.