Satanic Ritual Abuse, Etheric Implants and the Memory blocks

The main difference between my other experiences and this particular event is that it took place in the backyard of my family’s house.  I remember seeing this crazy group of costumed people.  It seemed like Marti Gras or people in revolutionary garb, because everyone had masquerade masks and wearing puffy pirate shirts.  There was something hypnotic about the whole seen.  I recall walking out the backdoor to meet them.  I said nothing as I was in a controlled state of mind, most likely dissociated into some alter.  (who doesn’t want some dark ritual alter personality, amirite?)

They started chanting in a circle around me. The conductor of this affair was in the middle of the circle.  I can’t remember what he was saying or at least I couldn’t make out what was said.  Unfortunately with this back of the bus level of awareness, where I can see but I don’t have access to any motor control or the ability to interpret what was said.  Most of my milab experiences are at this level of awareness even in the present.

The conductor waved his arms and said his words, a couple of the demented theater troupe member walked up carrying a red mutt dog.  It seemed drugged, sad. it couldn’t keep it’s head up.  Two people held the dog by it’s back legs over my body and the conductor beat the dog with his cane.  The conductor then produced a long double edged knife and slit the dogs throat while holding it head.  The blood showered over me.  They continued to gut the dog, cutting through the belly until the conductor pulled out an organ, maybe the heart or liver.

The conductor looked at me and I could see another entity overlaid on the person.  It smiled at me especially creepy and that’s all I remember.  I probably dissociated into another alter or was mentally overpowered, you know my secret power.

You tell me how the hell this went unnoticed by my parents, neighbors, pets, guardian angels, Jesus etc.  I’m pretty sure I never consented to the ritual.  I have no memory of a having my parents sign a permission slip or anything.   Of course this could be a virtual reality memory, or some other implanted madness.

However, I brought this up with my sister, last November.  She remembered a troop of people dressed up in costumes and masks walking up to our house, the gate opening up our gate as if by magic and the freak shows walking into our backyard.  She couldn’t place this memory either and thought it was a dream since it made no sense compared to “normal” life we had as kids.  Yet the way her bedroom was situated, she did not have a window that looked into that part of the backyard.

This probably went down when I was 8 or 9 years old as I don’t really know just  what house we were living in at the time.  It’s really hard to describe the way this memory was secured in my mind.  It felt like it was at a different angle than the rest of my memory or that it blocked a whole angle of memory in my mind.  I know that’s a horrible description.

 

If my memory is a pie, then someone cut a curved piece of out of it, like a missing arm of a spiral galaxy.  Imagine a toroidal field:

Then imagine one of those longitudinal sections being blacked out all the way to the center.  It was a blind spot in my mind’s eye, of course until I started yapping about it.

However, yapping about these experiences, including all of your doubts and grievances on the reality of it, has been the key to getting over the trauma of it, at least for me.  The mental and emotional energy it takes to keep these experiences locked away in your subconscious is taken away from your core personality.  As if you are not playing with a full deck of emotional cards.  One could see how this could lead to psychopathy and/or full possession.

When I finally had the courage to look at this experience and face the brutal reality that even if this was some virtual reality overlay or some implanted memory, I was still affected and traumatized by this “event”.  So in the final tally, my trauma made it real regardless whether or not it was real or fake.

But the real tragedy, because I couldn’t face my experiences as a child, it created a void space in my memory.  This space had already been created by my dissociation, but now it had a the same yellowed eyed entity watching over it.  The animal was used as living voodoo doll of myself.  Killing that dog and ripping out it’s spirit was a metaphor or a form of sympathetic magic form them ripping out my spirit.  However the gatekeeper, some draco piece of scheisse, now had access to my energy field.  That moment I dissociated, the entity forced itself in the space that my consciousness vacated.

That space in my mind that I left open by dissociating now held a small piece of that draco energy.   This is what is called an etheric implant.  The ritual was a metaphoric allegory by use of blood and that poor dog’s organ of the draco possessed conductor taking out my heart or liver.   (For instance, in Chinese medicine the liver governs the flow of chi while the heart and blood house the shen or spirit.  For those curious about the origins of western magic, see five element theory in traditional Chinese medicine)

(To balance out all this negativity, here is a video of the fractal nature of our existence.)

Another aspect to the Torus, is the fact that it is bio feed back system.  One could imagine how having one of these torrid arms inaccessible would inhibit one’s own consciousness.

The Draco are very psychic and giving one of them uninhibited access to one’s mind/spirit can be detrimental to one’s development.  Basically part of you is still stuck in that moment.  It takes one being truly present in the now to deal with this experience.

I know this isn’t PC and contrary to new age passivity, but I used all that anger and rage I had built up over the years being a puppet for unseen forces to create that presence in myself.  Maybe one day, love will exist in that space, but the only love I feel in these moments of confrontation, is love for myself and love for humanity expressed in a refusal to be overpowered.   I sense our great potential as humans in these moments and I am thankful for my connection to all that is for the opportunity to take my power back.

If you would like more info on the more dark occultist side of etheric implants.  Frances Toews has a great presentation on the topic.

Thank you for your time and attention.

Corrado Malanga and the Milab Experience

In the beginning of my remembrance (which would be more accurately described as an acceptance), the majority of my research into the phenomenon focused heavily on the data and analysis from hypnotic regression therapists.  I read the books and watched the interviews of Dr. David Jacobs, Lori McDonald and later an Italian professor of biochemistry named Corrado Malanga.  These courageous people, who have done 1000’s of hypo-regression sessions with 100’s of abductees, would most likely have the broad overview of this topic (Jacobs and Malanga didn’t even charge money for the regressions).  It’s difficult finding any corroborating, scientific method type of studies done on this topic.  There are plenty of experiencers that have have written books but I wanted the macro view of this phenomenon, the larger patterns…

However, my experiences were so different than the white light coming through the window, feeling of floating, meeting grays on a ship, being told how bad humans are, etc.  I didn’t even think I was being abducted by aliens.  There were no bright lights, only a wall or this one shelf that would turn like into a tv screen type of texture and a dragon type face would come out of the liquid blackness and I would dissociate or leave my body.

As a child I thought, these experiences were so morbid and perverted that it couldn’t be aliens, not those nice little fellas from Close Encounters of the Third Kind or even that freaky, tootsie roll looking alien from E.T..  There was always an industrial or a laboratory feel to my experiences, and trauma, lots of trauma.  Trauma so bad I had a stomach ulcer in second grade.  Still I told no one what I saw at night or what happened to me after school.

Thirty years later, I’m staring down the possibility of numerous multi-year missions with Dark Fleet, ICC, and some military group I can’t identify, to which I am still being used.  All the while having a hard time accepting the memories resurfacing, people remembering me from their own experiences, and finally the realization of what I thought were experiences of other people dying I now what I think was actually me killing people psychically while being in an alter personality.   Nothing like a quick punch in the gut to erase that happy-go-lucky, spiritual seeker image of myself.  (Anybody still think it’s cool to be a “super Soldier” now?)

Yet most of the hypno-regression therapists never mention these types of abductions, especially the Quantum Healing style of hypo-regression therapy made popular by Dolores Cannon who declares there are no bad aliens.  It’s the experiencers misinterpreting or not understanding being mind controlled, sexually abused and cloned by our space brothers.  (Personal note: If you’re going to do this type of regression, I would recommend already having a strong spiritual center because as it will reactivate every single implant in you.)

Dr. Jacobs, whose books The Threat and Walking Among Us I highly recommend to understand the type of mental and physical control these aliens have over us, yet never mentions the human element to all this.  The military men seen in abductions turn out to be “security hubrids”, a term Dr. Jacobs uses to describe these emotionless, stone faced security guards.   According to him, these are hybrid clones of aliens and humans who can only focus on the security of the mission at hand and have no other function or personality.

Reading this, made me think about my own state of mind during my missions.  I was robotic, my mind empty, with only the mission’s goal in mind.  Even though I didn’t consciously know what the mission was, just that it was to be completed at all costs.  I was 100% focused on my task.

There was a lack of identity in this “alter.”  I felt like the hand or tip of the finger of something of a much more powerful mind.  That I was merely the instrument of it’s intent.  This consciousness is without feeling, morals or anything human really except the motivation of accomplishing it’s goal.  (Ahhh so that’s what it feels like being under the control of the PPAI, pathological predatory artificial intelligence.  Not something I recommend FYI)

Corrado Malanga is one of the few researchers whose research touches upon this topic. This a quote from his paper entitled, “ALIEN CICATRIX 2” published in 2005 .

There’s no stress and no emotions involved in these war actions: there’s only the idea of having to fight but without knowing the goals… some kind of brain program in which one (the experiencer) doesn’t not even know why he/she is doing what he/she does. One only knows that the others (?) are the bad enemies.

What made me suspicious about these stories is that there was no stress at all: for example no fear of dying while fighting. When re-living these episodes during the hypnotic sessions, something which has never been done before, there always was a clear understanding that it wasn’t possible to die, or that dying was not important.

Moreover there was the recollection of the fatigue which was necessary to perform such actions, like running, jumping, escaping and so on… but there was absolutely no fear!

These dreams seem to somehow belong to a different person, and not to the abductee himself. So it would be the decerebrated copies, or, most likely, reprogrammed copies, to perform such war games.

In other words, it seems that the military is in the process of creating an army made up of abductees’ copies if they were no longer needed by the aliens; so they would reach their goal: the military would use them to keep the New World Order: an army made of zombies to serve the most important Masonic lodges and the big families of tycoons.

What seems to happen is that, when backing up the memories between the copies and the originals, some fragments about these trainings would stay in the abductees’ Mind and, while dreaming, they would subconsciously be remembered.

Validation!!!  Woohoo!  Needless to say, my jaw dropped when I read this the first time.  It was the best description I’ve heard concerning the level of awareness I had during these missions.  Yet still no clue as to what the hell is going on though… what they mean, when they are and what realm are they taking place.

So another question that comes to mind, is whether these security hybrids Dr. Jacobs mentions in his books are not just mind controlled human slaves?  Many abductees report seeing other abductees in a zombie type state of mind, almost like the person’s in a walking coma.  Why couldn’t these “security hybrids” be in this same mind controlled state?  Plus milab experiencers report a big variety of uniforms on these soldiers.  You’d think the security hybrids would just have one uniform, who knows with these tricky bastards…

Prof. Malanga along with Eve Lorgen (another great researcher/experiencer) also bravely touch upon the satanic ritual abuse and bloodline aspects to this.  Interesting as I get a masonic vibe from my current handlers. (all apart of their “Great Work” I’m sure)  Malanga also writes about the existence of clones, a topic I feel will become the focus of the abduction experience in the future.

It’s hard to find is work in English, but Eve Lorgen has a great set of articles on him at: http://evelorgen.com/wp/?s=corrado+malanga&submit=Search

His work was also made into a movie called Alien Exorcism (2013) in english and 6 Giorni sulla Terra in Italian.  It’s not going to many oscars, but it does accurately portray many aspects of the phenomenon if you’re interested.

Thank you for reading.