Consenting to the Secret Space Program

 

The text reads: “In his wildest dreams Alex never suspected that tonight he would become…”

Never in his wildest dreams…. Uh huh

At times, it seems we earthly humans are pawns in some astral body-hopping, multidimensional galactic war game of awareness, and yet no matter what level of awareness a person is at, consent appears to be a universal constant pertaining to a individual’s personal power and freedom.

Consent, unfortunately, is actually made at a non-verbal, subconscious level.  It comes from our body and our spirit, so even if one does not remember signing a contract to be abducted by black ops or inter dimensional beings, a desire to for a certain experience will suffice.

For instance, I don’t remember signing a contact at age 7 for a twenty and back tour of duty with Solar Warden.   But I remember seeing the movie The Last Starfighter.  I remember thinking how cool it would be to go and fight evil reptilian overlords for saving not only the Earth but also the entire galaxy.

Might I, in my exuberance to explore space, consented to being in a secret space program.   That wasn’t the purpose of this movie or anything…

Notice the key words in the clip…  “Nothing to be afraid of… Just step into my office.”  The character steps into the vehicle, consent given.   The alien Centauri, says, “Centauri has a proposition for you…”  (I love it when they speak in 3rd person.)

Having re-watched the movie recently, the entire plot line is to get the main character, Alex, to fully commit to be a Starfighter.  “It’s an honor…. only the select are chosen….Save the Galaxy…. leave the trailer park behind….” blah blah blah.  By the end of the movie, you as the viewer are completely convinced Alex should go, leave his home and go fight for aliens.  You would go if you were in Alex’s shoes.  That’s consent.  (You can even come back an abduct your girlfriend as long as she comes with her own free will.)

The aliens used an arcade game to find recruits, and it just so happens the controls of the game were identical to the controls of the starship he piloted.  Hmmmm.  It’s not like the military would ever use video games as tools for training, assessing cognitive dexterity and recruitment in the same way the aliens do in the movie.

Game Controllers Driving Drones, Nukes

Probably much in the same way the Condalezza Rice had no idea that someone could use an aircraft as a guided missile.

Reading Orson Scott Cards, Ender’s Game, struck me harder than any other piece of media I had encountered to that point.  I would get light-headed  almost passing out or while reading it, or I would just fall asleep, waking up with the book falling out of my hand.  This was in my twenties.  The novel left me in a daze for a week or so.  Of course I had no idea why it felt so real to me.  Especially the ruthlessness they instilled in Ender, that really freaked me out.  No one to trust, no one will help you.  (That was the killer I had lurking in my subconscious.  If I was used in one of the SSP’s, then this was an “operator”  or delta alter of mine, the only alter I have a lot of memories from.)

The video game Halo, which I’ve never played, gives me that same uneasy feeling especially since it’s a secret, super soldier program run by the Office of Naval Intelligence. (which offered me a officership when I graduated college)

 

I will bring down this house of inter dimensional card tricks to the best of my ability fellow souls.  It’s what they trained me for.

*For any 80’s anime fans…  Here’s an oddly pertinent series about a galaxy divided between a feudal german bloodline controlled galactic civilization which inherited many nazi principles and a multi-ethnic democratic galactic civilization.

 

T. I.’s are TESTED Individuals rather than Targeted

Demon or Sociopath, is there a difference?…

I know it’s just semantics but the words out of mouths reverberate with the universe surrounding us helping to coalesce our reality.

They should be said with the full power of your energetic field.  Our language is already set up to obscure this magic with it’s SPELLing and CURSE-ive writing.    So it is best to be intentional and clear about the words one describes themselves.

“Targeted” as a description of our situation is technically correct as it the one of the words “perps” use to label us.  However, coming from the experiencer, it reeks of victimhood and powerlessness.  One starts acting like a spooked animal, quick to react and judge.  This is in our instincts to behave this way.  We know a predator is around, so your senses are acute, adrenals are pumping and it’s almost empowering at first bc your intuition is very strong in these instances.

Your nervous system is running in high gear, but it’s a state of mind and energetic state of being that is hard to sustain.  Having little to no slept, dealing with things muggles couldn’t even conceive of, you got crazy eye and you’re paranoid.

So when you look at someone, they see crazy eye, and look at you back with a similar look.  Remember we have large portions of our brains hard wired to make quick judgments about a person, whether safe or a threat.  When one projects fear and anxiety, one will receive that from other people.

It seems there is a self-fulfillment factor with our behavior.  We start finding connections as they seem to target the association part of our brain, flooding it with mental energy.  We start to manifest situations that coincide with unbelievable synchronicity, events where the natural chance of these things happening is infinitesimal.  Yet there they are, pooping on your shoulder at the most inopportune time possible.

At a certain point, the synchronicities take a life of their own and normal life seems as distant as the stars above.  You’ve seen shit… heavy shit… demons behind people’s eyes, g-men type folks staring at you, break-ins, stalkers, weirdos doing weirdo behavior around you etc.

At this point your nervous system goes into over drive and it’s really hard to be around normies and it’s hard for them to be around you.  You’re on a different level, plugged into something much deeper.  The pressure building in your subconscious from all the testing events makes you have diarrhea of the mouth and a frantic mood.  Even the best meaning people will get spooked.  The loneliness can be daunting and overwhelming.  Remember to breath…

YOU ARE BEING TESTED….  The Universe is seeing how you react….will you find your feet in a veil-less world…  Will you change your priorities now that you’ve seen the man behind the curtain.  Are you ready to handle the power the  universe is about to give you?

The T.I. phenomenon is more than just satellites, cell phone towers and organized gang stalking.  There is a higher intelligence involved.  The quicker one accepts that the sooner you’ll find your self and the forces that influence our lives.

The universe’s eye whether it be some EEG heterodyning DARPA project, a sentient-black goo AI, pinche’ demons, powers and principalities, extraterrestrials or all of the above, it’s got it’s eye on you.

Your only choice is to realize with all your awareness that this life is a CHALLENGE.  It’s completely unfair, absolutely.  Other people will never have to deal with what you’re going through.  You are completely on your own.  If Jesus works for you, awesome, feel fortunate.  Some of us, can’t even call upon help.  It has to be you, balls and ovaries to bone fully, committed to overcoming your fears, to feeling comfortable in your own skin again, to feeling your true presence.

In the midst of it, it’s hard to see the trail, so make it yourself.  Use your will as a sword, carry it by observing yourself, sharpen it by learning to stop the small mind (the yapper), weld it by deciding to react differently.  Cut through your own illusions with power of your inner silence.  Observe your true self… the self without words.

Most of the reactions are based in the butt hurt that this is happening to you.  The powerless “Whyyyyyy” taking all your energy away, only emotionally strengthening future situations where this reactionary crossroad must be crossed.  Are you going to stay of this path or change?

Saying your Targeted reinforces the “why” consciousness.  Fight that shit, refuse to be a victim.  Realize every time “they” throw you some situation, they are seeking that ungrounded paranoia feeling shooting up your spine.  It’s like a delicacy for them.  Don’t give them the pleasure.  For those that need a enemy to focus our attention, everytime you react in fear they win.

Shamans, Medicine people, Witches and Wizards have been a part of human civilization from the beginning (so has the intelligences behind it).  Some of us in the tribe have to deal with these inter dimensional forces.  This initiation has been modernized, but nevertheless this interaction is a part of the human psyche.

The good news is having cleared your connection to intent, you are now the most powerful force in 3-d, a creator incarnate, blessed with the wisdom and harmony of the Universe.

Embrace the Challenge, let go of the butt hurt.  This struggle is our heritage.  The Universe will never give you a situation you cannot master with the tools available to you.  Become the sharp edge of consciousness, feel your true presence and strive for true Freedom, the ability to respond impeccably in any situation.

A Possible Setting…

There is a web of events and circumstances that make me question the temporal flow of my life.   I’ve had these emotionally charged experiences involving both aliens and lab-coat clad “human” scientists, battle scenes from Earth and other places and some interesting idiosyncrasies.  The emotional intensity I feel going back to these time periods created emotional fire from really exploring these memories and feelings.  I remember waking up still feeling the leftover emotions of whatever happened the night before.  The images, so scarring  that they lay static in my mind’s eye and my ears buzzing like I had attended a loud concert.   Pushing that all away and focusing on my steps to the shower, I would wash it all away, focusing on the warmth, centering myself in my body.  By the time I was in the shower all glimpses of gunfire and mangled body parts were gone.   There was an other worldly endurance I felt in those experiences, that part of me would bleed over into my waking life, getting me through the unprocessed trauma of the night before. Enduring always.

This part of my is like a white ball of hate that has no healthy outlet in my everyday life.  It’s powerful and quick, looking for any signs of weakness.  Behind the hate, there is this disappointment and hopelessness, like some grave injustice at a soul and cosmic level.  I want them all to burn, painfully and yet, I don’t even know who they are.  But that alter is there…. This became another barrier later in life because I was so afraid of that part of me.   However so much of my emotional expression still processes these events in my subconscious, no matter how much cognitive dissonance I apply.

If you follow the work of Katherine Austin Fitts, a former assistant Assistant Secretary of Housing and Federal Housing Commissioner who has done intensive research into the black budget of the US government, there is an estimated 100 trillion dollars missing from the global gross domestic product.   She and many other researchers claim this is the funding for a complete blacked out secret space program.  Are these the same programs that Tony Rodriguez, Kevan Trimmel and Penny Bradley speak about having participated in?  Or is there an even weirder connection that Watler Bosley and Joseph B. Farrel have written books about with a Prussian\German Elite breakaway society that has had anti-gravity tech since the 1930’s and maybe even decades before?

It is claimed, these programs have existed for at least half a century now and evolved into breakaway civilizations, colonizing other planets and even setting up bases outside of the solar system.

When you suspect you have been used in one of these programs, there’s a certain level of critical thinking one must examine one’s own memories, coupled with the constant second -guessing the nature of these “memories.”

For instance, I have an aversion to a couple of corporate logos that I have no logical or even illogical reason for my reaction  They “trigger” me into a the deep emotions I mentioned above.

So why would a 8 year old lose his shit upon seeing the corporate logo of private contractor and for a nuclear power plant construction company to the point I was excused from school one time.  Well I just happen to have been raised Simpsons style about 15 miles away from a nuclear power plant that was under construction during the same years of these experiences.

I didn’t put 2 and 2 together until I saw Stranger Things  on netflix.  One of the main characters had the name Will which gave me that creepy “what the hell is going on” feeling.   Then seeing that water tank “11” was placed in….

These memory fragments and level ten anxiety of being drowned repeatedly in a cold tank of water exist for which I had no real life situational memory.  I was always being observed by lab coats.  I couldn’t understand why they were doing this to me.  It was a feeling that this was the end, that the darkness would take me and I would never return.  The hopelessness of not being in control of my life or not having any idea about what is happening to me ravaged me.

I have found little to no evidence of anything nefarious going on at the plant.   No insiders have come out nor  have I ever heard of anyone mention this location as a source of “Montauk” style happenings.  Yet this is the feeling I get and have had multiple psychics tell me I was involved with a multi-dimensional gateway that was operated there.  This included travel through time and also travel to other timelines and parallel earths.

So….  I was taken at night through the portal that would open up on the west wall of my bedroom, a face would emerge out of the darkness, scaring me to the core of my being.  I’m guessing I dissociated, (my mutant ability, badass huh)

I do have a lot of memories of going to another earth.  Preston Nichols of Camp Hero and Project Montauk fame called it Earth-2.  It was a completely mind controlled society.  There is somehow a connection between the Draco-Nazi 4th reich, dark fleet and the Regime controlling that world( in which Atlantis didn’t sink and was taken over by control freaks).

I think there was an connection to the underground tunnel system there also.  I remember seeing strange cylindrical transports.   Maybe it was just a stop along the underground vacuum sealed tunnel system to wisp me away to another base or cloning center.

So the little circumstantial evidence that I have is:

  • The power plant took twice as long to build as every other plant I’ve looked at.    Construction began in 1975 and the plant did not go online until 1988.   (which would coincide with my abductions)
  • While most new nuclear plants were shelved in the wake of the 3-mile Island disaster, construction continued at the site.
  • EBASCO, a construction company and subsidiary of General Electric took over the building of the reactors in 1983.
  • Wackenhut provided the security at the base, which is pretty normal since they were the “chosen” private security firm for most of the .  They were also  known as the domestic branch of the CIA.
  • Westinghouse Electric Corporation built the actual reactors.  This was the corporate logo that would trigger me.

Even more circumstantial evidence:

  • The number of hack attempts on my website after writing a draft for this blog went from 120 to 515 overnight.
  • I got another visit from my friendly neighborhood D.O.D. private contractor buddy, Mr Brown, also while working on this blog post.  (like an hour after saving  it)

 

So if anyone has any stories or evidence that something was going on at this power plant, please contact me at tegcassiel@gmail.com.  Thanks