This cloaked Annunaki craft looks like a sonogram

June 18, 2019

This cloaked Annunaki craft looks like a sonogram.

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The technology we have comes to us from the fallen angels. They go by the names of aliens, reptilians… name a race of ETs. Pliedians and Lirans even. No matter how benevolent – and the ancient texts reveal how dearly the ones who followed Lucifer regretted their choice: they tried to earn back good graces (where that expression comes from), but the Most High said no.

Of course, the Romans – strangers worshipping false little-g gods all of them, miscegenated to the hilt (another root to dig, natch) – hid this gnowledge, removing the Apocrypha [their ID of it] from the “holy bible”, their Reader’s Digest misleading version of truth.

So this really looks like a sonogram to me.

Tags: cloaked craft, , duplication, Geoengineering, photograph, sonogram, there are no aliens they are the fallen angels, technology, UFO

Namaste!

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WE LIVE IN A NON-LOCAL SPACE-TIME – SUFFERING ANNEALS THE SOUL, PART 1

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WE LIVE IN A NON-LOCAL SPACE-TIME – SUFFERING ANNEALS THE SOUL, PART 1

This is part one of a continuing examination on the effect of human suffering on souls, to untangle the fact that we are timeless stars.

We are divine beings and exist outside our body, independent of distance and time.

THE ACCURACY OF THE RELIABILITY OF WHAT WE OBSERVE AND EXPERIENCE: it is no harder to describe what happens across the ocean than across the street.
WHO WE ARE IS REALLY A NON-LOCAL AWARENESS.

A proof of the validity of this is in what CERN is doing, by their creation of dark matter. For every quantity they make, a corresponding amount appears in another space time (place) on earth.

We have been trying to understand, to define by reverse intellectual engineering according to our abilities to quantify, the world: Nazca lines, mankind, the soul, sub atomic particle structure, who is God, all wrong, within the framework construct of our knowledge thus far.

These megalithic, antideluvian drawings and monolithic monuments, structures and pyramids are ground maps of the stars and perform tasks based on an understanding of time and space beyond our ability to recognize, based on the NASA lies we’re told.

Angel knowledge is what made possible the star map pyramid structures of this planet. How did they know? They were from stars and WERE STARS. They got trapped here in punishment and wanted to return home (like the ET movie but not so benevolent, Hollywood always giving us the truth in plain sight… Steven Spielburg is an Ashkenazi Jew).

They more than just know things. They ARE the knowledge, innate. But fallen.

I wrote about the physicality of numbers as themselves a source a few weeks ago, and recommend that post to you, and suggest that you read it after finishing with this one. The video An Introduction To The Rodin Coil and Vortex-Based Mathematics is what you are looking for, about half-way down the blogpost, and I cannot recommend it enough.

They are metadimensional beings and they are stars cast down, trapped here by God under the firmament we call the Van Allen Belt (which they tried very hard to blow through with atomic bombs but cannot). The Feathered Serpent, the Leviathan, is Lucifer. Enki. Marduk, his son, is who we call satan. If you have wondered why the two names, Lucifer and satan, are each used synonymously, this is why. The confusion in differentiating them stems from the fact that all this knowledge has been hidden by the elite since the last Grand Crossing. We have THE MOST HIGH GOD to thank that the Dead Sea Scroll urns were found. Here they are, mentioned in the KOLBRIN, in the directive concerning making and storing them to withstand the Destroyer and pass on the knowledge from ancient times which still remained. It is vitally important to recognize the significance of this reference in the Kolbrin to the urns containing what we call the Dead Sea Scrolls.

Another piece of the puzzle are the references to the Pyramid of Giza’s King’s Chamber of Austerity, the sacred geometry formula room where the Ceremony of the Twinborn took place. Graham Hancock is shown entering it here, and explains the mathermatical formulae of its construction, which is use of the Pythagorean Theorem thousands of years before Greek mathematician Pythagoras was born. The entire pyramid is free of any embellishment of symbols or icons, save for a small amount of graffiti in the very top, done by wealthy Victorian visitors who paid for the privilege when the tomb was opened to them. The only writing anywhere in the Giza pyramid is the small signature by the Pharaoh Kufu, a very modest and faint small mark, around which theirs were placed. The fact that no marks were made is additional weight to the concept of these ancient astronaut fallen angels being completely aware of the irreducible power and function of numbers, matter, and manifesting time and distance, to leave their body and return their soul to the constellation they came from, Orion. Was Kufu a direct descendent of Enki? Yes. That is what the Pharaonic bloodline is. One must always remember that the Egyptians APPEARED ON EARTH SEEMINGLY OUT OF NOWHERE, along with the Mesopotamians. Culture here went from primitive to intelligent instantaneously. Each continent shows their presence.

 

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Grasping the truth of the physicality of numbers, their law, the law of the universe, the Fibonacci Sequence, and what Light is, which had its own genesis in the Creator Most High GOD, what has been come to be known as the mystery of who made the pyramids and monoliths and drawings on the earth, which are antideluvian, and show higher astronomical accuracy than we have now, it is just one logical step to becoming aware that the angels who brought this knowledge here – the forerunners of Freemasonry – did not go to a school (lol angel college) to learn this, but this knowledge is OF THEM. It is innate, because they were forged from Hydrogen when initially created. It is knowledge they have because they ARE IT. But the ones who followed Enki/Lucifer when he rebelled, like him, could only duplicate. They cannot make H1, the first element of the Periodic Table, Hydrogen. This was what the Manhattan Project was about, trying to duplicate God’s creation act, which made them the destroyer of worlds, as Oppenheimer said. This is why CERN has the Shiva statue for mascot. The Prince of Darkness can only duplicate: murder, steal, cheat, lie and influence. He uses sorcery to do so (media, programming, biochemical lobotomies, Tavistock, and more, a very long-running game), and that is what NASA and Disney are all about, controlling society now.

Every single one of us is dealing with the Prince of Darkness. In the book of Daniel, chapter 10, Daniel had a vision of the future, and he prayed and fasted for twenty-four days because he understood the vision, and mourned in sorrow at the shock of it, seeking strength from God through his personal devotion and sacrifice of the flesh. It took the angel three weeks (twenty and one days) to get there, he explained to Daniel.

“Then he said unto me, Fear not, Daniel: for from the first day that thou didst set thine heart to understand, and to chasten thyself before thy God, thy words were heard, and I am come for thy words.
But the prince of the kingdom of Persia withstood me one and twenty days: but, lo, Michael, one of the chief princes, came to help me; and I remained there with the kings of Persia.
Now I am come to make thee understand what shall befall thy people in the latter days: for yet the vision is for many days.” – Daniel 10:11-14

The King’s Chambers of Austerity within the Giza pyramid have two shafts and each one targets a star: the southern shaft, Orion’s Belt, with its three stars exactly matching the layout of the three pyramids. Aided by computer simulation, the perfect date match is 10,500BC, which incidentally is when the Sphinx matches its stellar counterpart Leo.

In Cambodia, the Temples of Angor match up with the stars of the constellation of Draco, also on 10,500BC. And despite the fact that academic scholars tell us that the ancient Egyptians never crossed the Atlantic, in Mexico and in Peru, and in the Easter Islands as well, these same star map structures and massive artworks are found. And in Africa, Tibet, India, China, Antarctica, Australia, the Polynesian Islands, The Falklands where the Black Goo is, England, Scotland, France – over all of the face of the earth.

The mathematical, astrological and engineering knowledge they brought is as breath to them, their being of energetic compass, and I use that word as a verb more than noun.

Russell Targ said “If you think that who you are is what you stare at in the mirror in the morning, then you are in for a lot of suffering. The Buddhists had it right that who you are is this non-local awareness.” Non-local awareness allows one to describe what is in the distance and the future. Suffering is a mental construct, and the cloning in the bases is basically the factory the bad factions set up to capitalize on and parasitize upon we divine beings. They have been farming us like ant colonies

Looking at the <strike>Lulu</strike> ant farm (his life)

And although our bodies die, our awareness is immortal. This is why they made batteries of us: they are not creators. They are parasites, the thieves and liars and murderers. The source of trauma since Lucifer (Enki) rebelled: Enki, the first narcissist and psychopath.

Retrocausality. The future affects the past.

We have freewill and as well, satan must be taken into the equation, but what is plausibly unspoken but should be tacit reasoning is that certain humans are, as I have said, of the Elect, with a high level of VMAT2 gene expression, which makes them clairvoyant: the God Gene sense, the sixth sense.
This is why GOD cautioned against divination, for in the wrong influence, the Light of Truth is manipulated for dark ends, hence the elite calling themselves the “Illuminated Ones”, with the light they subverted, and they can only duplicate, never create. Also, our freewill plays part in this by our right choices not to indulge in evil: to avoid it as much as possible. This keeps our descendant’s lineage less trouble by the effects of sin.

However, we are all tragically flawed, hence the DNA rescue mission of the Messiah Christ Jesus. Reset after reset, mankind was unable to stay the course as children of the Light.

If the future can affect the present as time is non-linear and non-Newtonian, then this is proof of being an elect, and predestination.

As I see the number of foul acts perpetrated upon me since childhood and continuing, I recognize that I made maneuvers from conditioned to timeless awareness and saved my own life in a future that had not been even considered yet. This is proof of the paradox of that non-linear continuum, the six sense in action.

The Mayan calendar predicted – and aligned with the Hopi Prophecies, and those of Nostradamus, amongst others – that a huge cataclysm would end this world on December 23, 2012. Within the realm of the non-linear and non-local space-time continuum, and the knowledge that there are battles fought in higher order spheres/dimensions which affect the actual time of arrival, as we see recorded in Daniel’s experience, we glean from this that we must not expect all that is anticipated according to the calendar and clock as we know them. For what we know – from our five senses – is the illusion, and what the governmental agencies – the princes of the world, one of whom is the prince of Persia, which we now know as the country of Iran. These princes are supernatural. They are the Draconion Vril, reptilian, of the serpent seed. They are real. Each empire has one.

 It is worth noting that the Mayan astronomers used interconnecting cycles of time to map the earth, the stars, the past, the present, and a future. In other words, the Law they followed was of non-local space-time.

Nothing is negated by realizing the impact of all of this. <<<Eyes2seeEars2hear|DoubleEntendre>>>

© @EatingToAscend https://eatingtoascend.wordpress.com 2019

THE DELUSIONAL WEATHER REPORT FOR APRIL 25, 2019

THE DELUSIONAL WEATHER REPORT FOR APRIL 25, 2019

(And if you think I titled it that for any other reason besides the fact that they create this so-called weather to delude us all, wake up.)

The soundtrack for this post is XTC’s “SENSES WORKING OVERTIME”. (And have a look at the statues they flanked themselves with, will you… SUMERIAN HYBRID GODS OF THE ANNUNAKI.

I awoke thinking I had overslept until the next evening. You’ve done that at least once in your life, right? Going to bed and sleeping a clock rotation, 12 hours, maybe 24 if sick (I don’t get sick anymore, going on four years now, ever since I had to begin treating myself for government-created, medically-denied-and-ignored Lyme/Morgellons/GMOS and regenerated my mind, body and soul – the temple of God)? Or sleeping 20 minutes but it felt like as many hours, and you wake up wondering if you lost a day? Well this morning I woke at 5:30-ish, and it felt like PM, or at least 10AM but overcast. Looked outside and at the horizons, and yep: they hid the skies already. This crossing must be happening more aggressively than they were able to calculate.

Bird sounds? It’s baby nest making time. Negligible. The skies are OMINOUS. Pregnant with darkness. No rain though. And here and there are breaks in the the clouds and one can see the sun (a sun, fake sun, ANY SUN), and even a patch of blue sky atmosphere not that far behind their sprayed stratospheric aerosol injection insult to our senses, to our life, to LIFE ITSELF.

A few posts back I wrote about the person who visited earlier this week, how they finally saw the sky here. Either people don’t look, don’t know what they are looking at, they believe “weather reports”, and are in denial, still not wanting to grow up soul-wise and acccept the magnitude of lies we have been taught. (Stop listening to 440 hertz anything, and stay away from Luciferian signals in patterns in the air you breathe, for starters.) Anyway, it’s as bad or worse here since I woke up, now after noon. Darkened horizons, weather unlike anything, skies so heavy with metals and fibers that sounds seem and feel muffled BECAUSE THEY ARE MUFFLED ACOUSTICALLY WITH THIS SORCERY HIDING WHAT OUR SENSES WOULD DETECT IF THEY STOPPED THIS CHARADE.

And it’s going to get worse?

HOW BAD CAN IT GET!

May I just say that the times that I have had ‘precognition’/clarivoyant premonitory awareness of a crisis about to occur in my life (deaths of brother, suicide I averted of my mother, familial and friend losses, derailments of serious nature, NICHOLE my daughter-in-law… had NOTHING on how this feels now, this occult atmosphere earth is blanketed with, given all we know and all that they are hiding…

Also, the ‘sunset’ and ‘sunrise’ times are erratic, following no logical trajectory in either ascending or descending direction. Today it was as light at 5:48AM EST as it should be an hour later than that. WRONG. Wrong TIME TO RISE [sic], SUN.

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(Three hours later, wrapping up the writings)
The sun, which I discerned briefly by virtue of the artificial cloudcover moving and where the radiance was coming from, is in the southwest, but at a higher degree than usual. It is not at all above, or in the west, along any semblance of the path it has had either in the last year or in my lifetime (I am 59 and from this area or within a hundred mile radius from here, and I am a gardener and a horseperson, I drove cross country 5X with maps before there were gadgets for that. I used compasses and celestial objects and the wind and landmarks. I sailed on the Chesapeake Bay and its attaching rivers. I rode horses deep in the forests miles from anywhere, riding trails in pitch black dark, using extradimensional senses.
THE SUN’S WRONG VERY OBVIOUSLY.

Any other people on the web saying this? I don’t have internet and am writing like I rode: soveriegn, solo, using my own wisdom and acumen and skills. Please tell me in the comments. I’ll check on my other watcher peeps on this octopussy place once I get these blogs poised to post. Love you. Keep your vibe and your intention high and pure! Be ready for at least the EMP that is coming… ❤

© @EatingToAscend https://eatingtoascend.wordpress.com 2019

Space machines, stargates, crafts and portals

A few days ago a friend of mine called to tell me that he woke during the early morning hours and noted that the full moon not only was in the southeastern night sky when it should have been western, but that a huge rectangular object was in the sky behind it. He did not photograph it (does not have a phone that takes photos, nor a camera, incredibly). I asked him to repeat the experience of what he saw, looking ofr any additional details – or discrepancies in his recounting, but there were no deviations. From what he told me, what he saw at about 2:30AM EST on February 20th is exactly what @SecureTeam10 features in this video.

Less than one week ago, I had a third waking dream vision of huge space ships uncloaking in the sky…

@MrMBB333 featured images of a stargate portal a viewer sent him, which she photographed unknowingly, while taking pictures of the sun. It looks very much like what I saw shimmering over my home on December 19, 2018, which I wrote about here in this post. We know that CERN has opened and continues to open portals, letting in the demonic entities, and increasing the dark matter on earth. The 5G we are under – which has not even been truly cranked up yet – will activate the dark matter in the water molecules in all bodies on earth, and through the weaponized millimeter waves of the 5G
celltower” SpaceFence, they hope to keep humans from ascending when the penultimate #crossing of NIbiru happens (he cross as a symbol actually originates from this repeated cosmological event). One of my first blog posts addresses the issue the low millimeter waves of the 5G network, and is aptly titled THE REAL REASON FOR 5G IS TO KEEP OUR FREQUENCY LOW AND KEEP US FROM ASCENDING.

People are seeing things everywhere. If you have firsthand encounters, please share in the comments! Indeed many things are going on as the dimensions are shifting in this dilated time we are experiencing right now. It is time, if you do not already, to step up your commitment to our maker, the Most High God, and to detox. The more detoxed you become – and I mean the more parasites you remove from your system – the deeper you are able to perceive what is unseen with the five senses.

Some images I pulled from their videos:

This Post Is The Mystery They Hid

July 30, 2019 – This post is being re-written, as it was hacked, and much content was deleted. – ETA

SIN IS A GENETIC DEFECT Missler states in the video at 9:12, the Steve Quayle story relating the DNA investigation documents thise, read here below this video. This post will fill in huge gaps for you! This is what was hidden, mystery revealed!

Steve Quayle’s related story with research sent to him by ex-alphabet geneticist who was asked by an elite to validate his DNA <—whistleblower

Life as an investigator…is ‘like a box of chocolates’. -INTELLIGENCE SOURCE -THIS IS WHAT GOT US THROWN OFF THE AIR LAST NIGHT

Life as an investigator…is “like a box of chocolates”.

Part I

An investigator friend was telling me a story I can easily relate to…one time, he says….”I left home on a lazy Saturday evening to grab some comfort food, I told the wife “I’ll be right back” as my dog having heard the car key’s jingle, dutifully pushed his way through the door to assist me on my mission, he instinctively knew I’d forget his doggie treats if he wasn’t right there to assist me. Minutes later, as I was walking out of the store with my booty, I saw a man who I’d been searching for as the subject of a complex embezzlement scheme, he was walking to a rented moving van and towing his classic car on a trailer behind it. Nine days and 3,500 miles later…I completed my fieldwork and handed the investigation over to several Federal Agencies on what had now become a Federal case. I returned home to my very distraught bride of six months…we were supposed to have left on our already twice delayed honeymoon cruise the previous Sunday morning. We didn’t have cell phones in those days and I didn’t have a radio in my personal car, my handheld was on the charger at home when I’d gone on my quick trip. My first call came during a brief fuel stop at four AM the next morning, the hurried explanations fell on incredulously deaf ears; between her astonished and uncharacteristically numerous expletives. For some months I’d been telling her, ‘third time’s a charm’…guess I was wrong, again! she was NOT…amused.”

He concluded his hour long story stating very matter of factley…”I guess I…sort of, understand why she divorced me…I sure do miss her.” “He then proceeded to explain how this life lesson had led him to understand one of his many ‘Laws of Investigations’ which…like a box of chocolates…come in no particular order, and are only predictable, in their unpredictability.”

I then proceeded to break what is now one of ‘MY’ laws, never ask this guy a question, without having first taken a bathroom break! He tends to be pretty long winded…but the stories are generally worth it. I asked; “What are some of the other laws you’ve come up with?”, I knew the moment the words came out of my mouth, I should have restricted my question to just one law…hard to do with good chocolate’s.

Without breaking stride he says,…”Belief is the driver of action”; and proceeded into another long and winding story, in order to give me his history for the law.

“About 20 years ago” (Oh Boy, my first clue…this was gonna take a while!), “I had recently completed my latest physics project at a location that uses a number for a name. A colleague from my time as an Air Force OSI agent, specializing in advanced sciences and technology, had heard I was heading to England for a long overdue vacation and asked me if I’d volunteer to help him while I was there. He needed a witness on a simple mission to collect some evidence,…unwittingly, I said ‘sure, no problem’. (Oh nuts; I’d just violated a law every service member knows all too well…NEVER VOLUNTEER! The smallest chocolates are always the ones with the nut’s…usually).”

“We went to a private city within the city, security was well concealed, but omnipresent to a trained eye. We went to a private office and met with a man whom I later came to know as a member of one of the wealthiest families on the planet. He talked with us briefly about funding for a scientific investigation my friend was going to pursue. He invited us to dine with him at his residence later in the evening. In the interim my friend proceeded to tell me how the man had apparently had an NDE (Near Death Experience) during a medical procedure. He’d apparently had a Pauline like Angelic encounter, during which ‘opaque and serpent-like scales had fallen from his eyes, in the presence of a Divine Messenger! Layer after layer of lies and deceptions dissolved before him. At its conclusion he came to believe his entire life was one big rubber-band roll of tangled lies…every new one bigger than the last. He’d resolved to turn to a new ‘Way’ and set out to change his life; and the world.”

“After dinner, we collected blood, tissue, hair and oral swabs. He’d recently had a dental procedure and had saved a tooth, which he dutifully preserved in a small paper bag in his freezer. I videotaped the collection process as the evidence was bagged and tagged.”

“On the plane ride back State-side, my friend who at the time was one of the most knowledgeable DNA researchers on the planet…pulled out the biggest piece of mental-Jerkey I’ve ever gnawed on! His benefactor/test-subject, ‘believed’ that while most of the ‘Son’s of Adam’ had double strand DNA, he had been told by his family that he and his blood relatives were distinctly different and that he, like his fathers’ before him had triple strand DNA. He wanted my friend to secretly prove once and for all if this was true…or not. The subject claimed that his extended family and their cousins, who are kings, queens, princes and princesses, as well as leader’s of industry and banking worldwide; believe they are children of an other-worldly race of ‘Humanoid Being’s.’ He’d been taught by his tutor’s that once upon a time, his Ancestors had fallen to earth after some Cosmic Calamity in the time before…the Garden. He believed that while their ‘Ancestral Mother was Eve…their Ancestral father was not Adam!’ He was torn to know if a ‘Child of Cain’ was actually genetically different and whether he could he be saved?”

“My friend never got the money for his investigative research as the donor was found dead in his apartment a short while later. The death was ruled a suicide by hanging, even though his feet were found to be barely touching the floor when he was discovered…very strange.”

“My friend’s wife gave me all of his research and notes upon his own untimely death some years later…leading me to bite into another chocolate in the ‘Law of Investigation’s” box…’Fact is often…stranger than fiction’…!”

Part II

“The beginning of a previously unexpected trip…’down the rabbit’s hole’!”

My investigator friend continued his tale after my return from an overdue bathroom break.

“It was a long plane ride home…the funeral had been difficult for me, losing a close friend at such a young age was not easy. Because of the nature of his work…and mine, our talks had mostly been cryptic and necessarily, too few; and too far between. His young wife had only been with him a short while. Much of his early years and most of his real life were completely hidden from her, need to know type stuff; and she didn’t, so she didn’t.

Flash drives weren’t common then, a removable hard drive sat in the open brief case on the seat next to me in what originally had been a box for Christmas Cards. A lone card sat on top of the unusual assortment of contents, it pictured a cat who had apparently licked the socket of a strand of Christmas lights that it’s owner was stringing atop a tree. It was a snowy setting, in front of a festively lit home. The cat was amusingly adorned in a tangle of colored lights as it hung midair between the starry heavens and it’s hell; every limb painfully extended in a different direction and every hair standing on end under the shock of electrocution. A similarly shocked dad was teetering atop of his now tipping ladder next to a window where small children and the wife, mouths agape, watched helplessly. An old hound dog laid on the porch nearby, barely raising one eye to take in the entertainment. With the Crowning Star of David blazing brightly in his hand, only moments from the completion of his task, dad was now headed on a previously unexpected trip…and so was I.

Although the sticky note affixed to the top of the box stated simply…’Juan O. Saven’, an operational code name I was once known by, the card when opened stated my Christian name simply, with the following brief message, “Do what you do, I’ll expect a complete report when you get here, since if your reading this, I’ve already gone ahead” He signed the card “Slowpoke”. That was a name I had given him once, when we were young and brimming over with life…and innocence. Reading the note, my eyes uncontrollably, began to tear up…I suddenly felt much, much older, and alone. I dwelt on the card, his note and our very unusual lives, for the rest of my long trip home; good friends, old friends, aren’t easy to come by…

When I arrived in my city, I was very backed up in my work and I couldn’t really look at what I had for some time. For one thing, I didn’t immediately know how to access the hard drive and when I did, the information was password protected and he seemingly hadn’t included a password with the box. It was quite some time later that it occurred to me that he actually had, and that was the true reason for the catchy card at the top of the box…yeah, he was right and I WAS slow.

It was all there, his contacts, his drawings and descriptions. His technical analysis was not easy to read; but I had enough (more than general) knowledge, to follow his work. He’d traveled covertly to meet with specialists, including one Nobel Lauriet to get their opinion of his observations and analysis. He’d even met with some very prominent religious authorities of varied beliefs, to get their take on the possible implications of what he believed he had found. He was exceedingly careful and always traveled under some other ‘role and purpose’ and only as a peripheral inquiry brought his real questions to bear; conscious of the dangerous sensitivity of the subject at hand.

Near the end of his notes I came to a page titled “Conclusions” followed by these lines:

“This is a Murder Investigation” which was then followed on a separate line written all in capitals “OF MURDER, BY A SERIAL MURDERER”. He then went into several pages of a long diatribe of identifiers and details that only recently have begun to make sense to me.

Under a new heading, “Follow the Blood Trail”

At first he noted that the DNA strands he was examining seemed to be wound more tightly than normal, you see there are normally ten rungs per complete twist of the Double Helix strand in normal Human DNA. In his analysis of our Subject’s DNA taken from his blood samples, he found intermittent sections which appeared to be wound more tightly, with only nine rungs per complete twist, nine being an unusual and noteworthy number, always turning and returning to itself. (I thought to myself, that doesn’t seem to be that unusual…everybody I KNOW seems like they’re wound to tight.)

Simultaneously he observed and documented what he at first believed to be, the foretold third strand of the Subject’s DNA. Upon closer analysis he came to an entirely different and unexpected conclusion, our Subject had been lied to, IT WASN’T A THIRD STRAND AT ALL! It was a silvery threadlike, semi-transparent, serpentine-like parasite of infinitesimally small proportions. He observed that it was entangled intermittently hoping back and forth between the normal Double Helix strands, it appeared to him that as the parasite grew it continued to wrap itself like a bean or Ivy type vine plant will attach itself to any available protrusion. Unlike a normal snake or worm, this parasite had little hook like protrusions that did seem to lend themselves to a gripping type attachment all along the strand, his notes described them as alligator or dragon feet, but only for his amusement, not because they were that actual form. Occasionally, he noted that it appeared that some of the threaded parasites seemed to connect to adjacent parasites creating what appeared to be tiny nets.

In his notes, my friend penned some personal thoughts after having considered his observations and the source of his DNA materials. He thought of the Vatican’s pronouncements that the Aliens are our Cousins and the Vishnu teachings of a time when god’s flew in spaceships and destroyed whole cities in a single blast. He even had notes about Elijah being caught up in a Chariot of Fire! Maybe he had misread, or misunderstood the entire history of his Bible! Maybe…from Genesis to Revolutions…it was about some far more tangible and real Fallen Angel Alien Cousins, than the ghost like destroying angels he’d always pictured in his imaginations. He gazed at ‘it’ and studied ‘it’ in shocked disbelief and asked to himself, “is this pathetic little blood-sucking worm, the tiny origin of the tyrannical destroyer of so many lives and worlds? But he could not escape the fact that small as it were, the DNA strands that it/they were attached to…WERE JUST AS SMALL! And both had the informational encoding to make ‘Good…or Evil!’ Yes, the DNA, and the serpentine creature entangled in it potentially bore the information/knowledge/blueprint to create good or evil”

My investigator friend continued, “I remembered the time I had sat with a hard cold desk under my arms, as I stared back into the false, Cheshire grin surrounding that mouthful of fake pearly whites. ‘He’ was starring me down from his ‘Star Chamber Seat’; waiting for my answer from in front of the concealing screen which provided me only partial anonymity from the rest of the gallery. You see he thought he’d caught me in a lie, with what I had told his ‘in house investigator’, but his investigator’s authorizations and clearances were not the same as the Senator’s…I replied, ‘As you know Senator, the lie is different at every level!’ and so it was, and so shall it always be, in this life anyway; from the highest Thrones in this world, and now, here again, right down to the tiniest strands of DNA, it’s lies, lies, lies all the way down! The truth is, the so called third strand of DNA that somehow could make ‘THEM’ superior was just another lie from the ‘father of lies’. In the end it was just another lecherous parasitic alien hitchhiker on the road of life, trying to deceive the vulnerable into forfeiting their birthright for a bag of magic beans!”

“My friend tried and was trying at the time of his death to determine if there was a way to separate the writhing and griping entanglements of the demon seed’s form, from the host DNA without destroying the host. He also speculated on possible ways to identify the Reptilian’s Host’s who walk among us while living in the grip of The Reptilian Seed’s Alien Possession.”

“It was here that I began my work, picking up where my friend had too abruptly left off.”

“Deep in my thoughts” my friend continued “Once again, I’d reached into life’s box of chocolates. Interesting thing” he noted, “There’s usually some chocolate covered jellies with red colored sprinkles on top, in life’s little box o’ chocolates, and I like those, but this time, it seemed like I’d reached instead for the three pastel colored, hard shell, candy coated nuts at the center of the box. I did remember clearly, that it seemed like just as I closed my eyes and started to munch, I began to feel dizzy and for only a moment…before I felt myself begin to spin and teeter over, and down…into the Rabbit’s hole!

Part III

“To Serve Man…”

There are three more ‘laws of investigation’ my investigator friend brought to my attention and he then began quoting them to me. Pellegrino, Powell and Sir Issac Asimov penned the “Three Laws of Alien Behavior:”

Law No. 1

Their survival will be more important than our survival.

If an alien species has to choose between them and us, they won’t choose us. It is difficult to imagine a contrary case; species don’t survive by being self-sacrificing.

Law No. 2

Wimps don’t become top dogs.

No species makes it to the top by being passive. The species in charge of any given planet will be highly intelligent, alert, aggressive, and ruthless when necessary.

Law No. 3

‘They’ will assume that the first two laws apply to ‘us’.

My friend told me how his dizzying mental fall was eventually arrested by a very hard floor. In the mixed box of ‘Investigator’s laws’, my friend calls life, those three pastel colored, candy coated chocolate covered nuts…apparently? can be some very hard pills to swallow.

He told me…”Doug!”, rousing me like a freight train…”Doug, it hit me like the hard ground we’re standing on! It’s all around us; everywhere! They think of us like Alien’s, but they’re the Alien’s! Don’t you get it?! They’re laughing at us. They ‘THINK’ they’re the children of Space Aliens from another world, marooned on this tiny blue orb. They’re just doing time till they can figure a way off this rock so they can get back up to their Death-Star Moon Ship; figure out how to fix it, and head back home to mommy!”

I sat there, listening as he talked. I looked at the heart shaped Valentine’s box of chocolates I’d given my wife earlier in the week, sure enough when I opened it (she hadn’t eaten any yet, but she had humored me with a perfunctory, ‘it’s the thought that counts’ and a peck on the cheek. I guess it’s some kinda’ high brow female, smarter than everyone else, non-fat thing.), anyway, sure enough…there they were, the delightfully showcased Evil Omen’s! just as described by my friend…three large, pastel colored, candy coated and chocolate covered nuts, just as my friend described! Forewarned is forearmed, that’s what I say…I picked a safe, fat and round soft chocolate; or two, before I put the lid back on the box. I wasn’t ready to drink the Kool-Aid yet, but I also wasn’t shutting him down either.

He continued, “See, the way I see it, it’s all about the blood, they marry and inter-marry to keep the Alien Blood pure. That’s why all the incestuousness in these elites Royal Cliques, they’re keeping it all in the family.” He then explained how he’d found that this guy and that girl were actually related to some other guy who wasn’t the guy we were all lied to about, that was so and so’s official father, or mother. After a while it actually started to make some kinda’ sense…or maybe the blood-sugar was just starting to kick in and make me a little tipsy. Anyway; whatever; I lazily thought to myself.

I starred off into space, deep in my hypo-glycemicially induced, contemplative thoughts. On the shelve beside the TV in my den an old VHS video box sat, it’s title staring back at me, ‘I Was A Zombie, for the FBI’. It’s a campy 80’s black and white ‘B’ movie some college kids made about some brother’s who discover some sunglasses that when worn, allow them to see Alien’s masquerading as humans and plotting to destroy the real humans and take over the earth. A more well known movie version is “They Live.” As I adjusted my reading glasses, I had a few new thoughts of my own…what if?…What IF?!

Then, rousing me again, out of my darkness, with his now booming voice, my investigator friend said ‘IT’! And then he said ‘IT’ again, and more slowly and decisively…and just then, ‘IT’ struck me, ‘IT’ struck me, like a silver bullet to my politically in-corrected brain! The haze half-cleared, and for a long moment…I realized exactly what he’d been trying to say all along, the clouding scales began to fall from my eyes also; just as they had for our Subject in his NDE (I briefly thought, ‘am I on the verge of my own diabetic induced coma? Perhaps like our original subject, I was having an NDE of my own.)

I reached for the water on the table beside me, but it was actually the grand kids Kool-Aid, I drank it anyway as I thought to myself, It doesn’t really matter what I believe! It doesn’t matter what the lying facts say! It doesn’t matter what any technical analysis reveals! It doesn’t even matter what the religious sages thought; or believe!

It only matters ‘what THEY believe!’; because our original subject and his relatives, who are king’s, queen’s, princes and princesses, as well as leader’s of industry and banking worldwide believe (and act as though) they are children of an other-worldly race of ‘Humanoid Being’s’; but not Human only…Hybrid Human…More than Human…Superior Alien Human’s!

Our subject and his kin had been taught by their families and tutor’s that once upon a time, ‘Their’ Ancestors had fallen to earth after some cosmic calamity in the time before…the Garden. He believed that while their ‘Ancestral Mother was Eve…their Ancestral father was not Adam!’ THEY BELIEVE that they are our ‘Humanoid Cousins’…Superior Hybrid’s, half Alien and only half Human. They once reined from Olympus and were Pharaohs. Whatever the real truth of their history, their “belief is the Driver of their Actions!” Being the true believers, they are, they will continue to operate in accordance with their belief, and the laws of Alien/Darwinian type survival. That’s why they interbreed, to maintain the purity of the Bloodline, that’s why they secretly meet and connive to pass power between themselves; and that’s why they must fool the rest of mankind into wars of self destruction and debt, so that we may be forever enslaved to their lusts, on this ‘Prison Planet’; till death do us part. More than afraid, they know in their hearts…this is a fight for survival…THE fight for survival!

It had begun, just as my friend had said, as “a Murder Investigation”, starting with the first Murder when that Luciferian Demon Dad, had first whispered of the Evil deed to his willing child…Cain! It continued down through time, the Son’s of Adam fighting for survival and destroying the Alien Giant’s in Cainan Land…David and the Hybrid Goliath, and his four hybrid brothers. And all the hidden true believer’s since…hiding in plain sight, so powerful, so important…so, so afraid.

I was reminded how in the mountains of Afghanistan the people would say their cousin lives on the other side of that mountain; then in the next breath, remind you that the word for cousin…is interchangeably the same word meaning enemy.

Interchangeably?!? These earth-bound, half cousins of ours, continue to laugh, but it is a nervous laugh at that! As they have a joke or two at our expense; recreating their Lying Father’s ‘fall to earth’ and flashing their heretofore secret gang sign/hand signs to each other, right in our face. I know now how dangerous their beliefs are, because they are being driven by their beliefs, taught to them by their real alleged father…the Father of Lies. And even now he knows The Truth and whispers in his initiates ears just as he first did in Cain’s ear…the ‘Son’s of Adam’ as long as they live…are dangerous.

Just then my friend began to cite another Law, stating, “And when your finally out of chocolates, it’s time to make stew!” I begged his indulgence for a few minutes as I wandered down the hall to the restroom. I was wondering to myself, ‘where did I leave my ladder? I gotta get outta’ this rabbit’s hole before the bad guys figure out there’s no rabbits for the rabbit stew they’re dreaming up for their caldron. They might decide to change cookbooks to suit whatever else they might find’…’Ummm yes, there it is’, I thought, they’d thought…”To Serve Man”.

Feb 21, 2013

 

The seventh seal

Please read all of this, to survive the cataclysm arriving now.

Underground Bases DNA Activation The Unveiling

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